#hmmm he'd make breakfast for me

[sampos-catgirl]

it's 1 am and you didn't hear this from me but i think mi.hawk is very very pretty and i would not mind if he kissed me

[dumbification]

jiaoqiu’s ears look sensative like hear me out..

nibbling and tugging on his ears after a long day, and he just curls up and snuggles into your chest while he makes soft “hmmm <3” noises

(≧∀≦)

OHMYDAYS yes. jiaoqiu loves when you offer him cuddles on a late afternoon. he absolutely melts when you play with his ears. i guess all foxian ears are sensitive but i think jiaoqiu would have especially sensitive ones. he'd be an absolute brat in bed, teasing you and all. but outside of that he's just a big huggable sweetheart who cooks for you and makes you remedies whenever you're sick.

and speaking of you being sick.. jiaoqiu x reader with a really shitty immune system. half your life with jiaoqiu is spent with breakfast in bed, occasionally having him sit beside you telling you about his day.

when he's not a brat, hes so good to you hes on his knees and ready for your every command. but sometimes there's an opportunity for a deal, and he takes it.

he cooks SO GOOD but i think he'd say something like "this is far better than my cooking" while eating you out like a starved man. his eyes HIS EYES oh lord when he shows you his eyes I tell you, they are GOLDEN and GLOWING and its so hard to see his true intentions because they're full of secrets and lies (sly fox)

the jiaoqiu brainrot is real I just want a malewife

[jaysbiceps]

Okay idk why but heeseung seems like the type to get incredibly turned on if he sees u struggling to walk a night after sex-a-thon with him. Like u r moaning and groaning cuz u r so sore cuz of how rough this motherfucker was on u but it's literally making him hard. And if u voice it out "it's literally ur fault I can barely walk" he's gonna pounce on u, ur legs be damned

OKAY WHY DO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH? I WANNA KISS YOUR BRAIN CMERE or maybe dm me idm

Hee is so into you and is almost addicted to you and your pussy, he gets ecstatic from tasting and fucking you, he's obsessed literally

So when there's a day off, you know by default it'll be a "sex-a-thon" as you said haha, and you're in for a long night, probably with seven playing in the background sjhsksha

He takes you in every position and cums in you so much you might actually have a little tummy bulge🤭

The next morning you wake up, feeling a bit of a sharp pain in your lower half, you wake him up so he helps you, he'd resist at first but once he hears "wake up you asshole, I can't move because you literally fucked me like an animal in heat", he gets up a little too fast, his eyes turning evil and he smirks looking at you, he hugs you and lies down again, pressing your back to his chest, "was I too rough? Sorry baby" he says it with all the fake sympathy he could muster, getting close to you so you feel his hard on pressing against your ass, you hurriedly get out of his arms and the bed but regret it instantly, "YOU ARE HARD AGAIN? YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE" he starts laughing so loud at you getting dressed while groaning and cursing him and his monster cock

You go to make breakfast while limping, still groaning and mad??? at him, he then comes close to you, hugging you from the back, "need any help?", "yeah, you wrecked me so I'd appreciate it if you took things in your hands from here" you start moving towards the chair but he corners you on the counter, whispering in your ear "do you know how hard it is for me to hear how good I fucked you last night and not wanna recreate it again?", you choke on your saliva, not finding words, he pushes you over the counter, "heeseung please, so sore, can't" you pout, he kisses your pout away "please baby, just one more round, hmmm? Promise I'll be gentle" LIAR your mind screams at you

You hesitate but he starts kissing and sucking on your neck, he knows your weaknesses, " hee, please"

He looks at you, waiting for a sign to stop, "please what? Want me to stop? Cause I-" "NO", he laughs at you "my little slut is insatiable, just like her daddy, hmmm?" you turn into a mush in his hands after this and end up being fucked senseless on the kitchen counter by him, and it turns into 4 days of immobility, you only come to a recovery because he had to do some schedules away for a couple of days🫠

[jadeee]

Halluu ✨ since you asked to drop some scenarios about Nanami, mind if I start off with a fluff? I was thinking that reader could just spoil Nanami for the whole day like, breakfast in bed before work, flowers, sweets, cook his favorite meal, take him out on a date or somewhere he wanted to go to, etc.(honestly, this man needs a break) and just shower him with lots of love, making him flustered by the end of the day (hmmm...maybe some spice at the end?👀✨)

this was really cute 💗 i feel like this treatment would make him spoil you more. i also think he'd try and reassure you that you don't have to do all that {even though he really does love it}. he wants to shower you so just let him "take care of you" {i can see him saying those words tbh} thanks for the request!

wc: 1.1k

dividers by @jaysdividers & @attxnt ©

Something didn't feel right. Nanami opened his eyes then noticed the empty space where you should've been.

"Morning," you walked in carrying a tray of food. 

"What's this?" he sat up in bed as you made your way toward him.

"What's it look like?" you carefully set the tray in front of him and he glanced up at you with rosy cheeks. 

"Are you gonna eat or just stare at me all day?" the bed dipped as you sat on the edge of it. 

The sunlight beamed through the windows and highlighted your features. It was impossible to pick his favorite one. His eyes scanned your own, then your nose and lips. In a matter of seconds, he committed your face to memory. 

"Who said I can't do both?" 

He wanted to kiss you but he knew where that would lead; and he shouldn't be late for work, not if he could avoid it. Instead, he offered you some of the food you made for him and you obliged. You spent the next few minutes making small talk but he was taking mental photographs of you all the while.

Although you told him not to, he washed his own dishes. It gave him something to do other than you. He tried not to glance at you when you were watching him get dressed. A blush blossomed on his cheeks as soon as his eyes landed on your face.

"What?"

"Nothing." 

You grinned and shook your head before walking off. The truth is, it was everything. The way he avoided your gaze like a boy with a crush. How his fingers quickly worked at his tie. The slow but steady blush that crept onto his face. Your effect on him only increased when you walked in holding his jacket. It nearly doubled when you pulled it back as he reached for it. Part of him wanted to roll his eyes at your antics but the rest of him melted a bit.

He slid his arms into the sleeves, "What's gotten into you?"

His face turned cherry red when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"I just love you ... a lot."

The sudden kiss on his shoulder made him go stiff and his heart felt like it was going to explode. Your lips started to pout when you didn't hear him respond or feel him react. So you rested your chin on his shoulder and held his gaze in the mirror to see why he was silent. The small smile on his face paired with the look of love in his eyes was the embodiment of light itself. 

"I love you too," he slid his hands over yours "the most."

"Oh really?! Care to prove it?"

He turned to cup your cheeks in his hands then pressed his lips against yours. 

"How's that?"

Within moments, his jacket fell to the floor.

It was a miracle he showed up to work on time, but he still wished for more. As Yuuji trailed behind him, he slid his hand into his pocket then felt a small piece of paper. The skin between his brows creased at the thought of Gojo playing some prank on him. He opened it to see:

I love you; always and forever.

His thumb lingered over your words.

Yuuji repeated himself and Nanami finally answered. He would've apologized but he wasn't sorry for having a soft spot for you. 

As soon as his workday ended, he dialed your number.

"Hey, handsome."

His lips parted to speak but you caught him off guard. All he could do was smile to himself but the sound of clanking in the background interrupted the moment.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just cleaning."

"I would've done that. I'm on my w -"

"No, let me do it!" you protested playfully "Let me spoil you."

"So that's what this morning was about."

"Well," the defense you built up weakened "are you mad at me?"

The corners of his mouth turned up at the ridiculous thought, " Why would I be upset?"

"Because I don't spoil you enough." you confessed quietly.

The line went quiet while he meditated on your words. Suddenly, he said your name and it pulled you out of your trance.

"Hm?"

"All I need is you and nothing else."

"... okay."

"What's wrong? You don't believe me?"

"I do, it's just -" there was another clank in the background and the low swear of your voice.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I gotta go. Love you, bye!"

He stared at his phone after you hung up and counted down the minutes.

He opened the door and immediately looked for you. Each muscle softened when he saw you lighting the last candle at the dinner table.

"Hi."

His eyes glazed over the carefully planned dinner you prepared then focused on you in your dress.

You set the lighter aside then faced him ,"I know what you said on the phone but I was already cooking. The food was almost done and -"

Nanami kissed you for the first time since that morning. When he pulled back, there was a hint of a smile on his face.

"You can be so stubborn."

As always, he insisted on doing the dishes; but tonight he especially persisted since you went out of your way for him.

"But what am I gonna do?"

"Just stand there and look pretty."

His response surprised you and how he loved the look on your face.

"What? You don't want to do that for me?"

You leaned against the counter, "I didn't say I wouldn't."

He cleaned the last dish, "You're incredibly defiant today. We should fix that."

Your eyes widened as he walked over and picked you up. He tasted your giggles with each long, slow kiss. When he sat you on the bed, he basked in the feeling of seeing you in that dress, posing for him so perfectly. Waiting, teasing, silently pleading. He bent down to kiss your neck then let out a soft moan when you clutched a fistful of his hair. 

His lips kissed your collarbone, "You have no idea how much I love you."

"So show me."

"Don't be a brat about it." 

He slipped his hand under your dress and you gasped at the familiar touch of his fingers. You reached for his wrists and he held your hands above your head. When you moaned, he kissed you on your open mouth. His tongue melted against yours along with the rest of him. You felt like air after holding a breath for too long or like tea with honey. A good night's sleep after a horrible day. You were relief and comfort and so much more. Although he couldn't put it in words, he could show you and that's exactly what he planned to do.

Author's Note: No words, just Nanami Kento being himself. I actually really like how this came out. I even tried new formatting too, so thanks again, Mariah!!

[inamagicalhallucination]

amnesia fics have no right to be so good

i love amnesia fics in general but i love the fun silly wholesome ones where one of the ship wakes up married or whatever and the other ship is desperately tripping over their feet trying to make the first one comfortable and yeah

sskk my beloved fic where atsushi gets amnesia and akutagawa is desperately trying to make atsushi as comfy as possible like atsushi comes to their apartment and is like "oh which room is mine" and akutagawa stares wide eyed like "oh that um we share" and then atsushi gets to the room and is like "wait where's my bed" becuz he's a silly little confused guy and akutagawa is like uhhh

and atsushi is like where are my clothes most of these look rlly expensive and aku has to explain that he has 0 self control and if atsushi as much as glances at something aku buys it for him

but also akutagawa losing his memory and atsushi having to take care of him

akutagawa is used to sharing his apartment but with his sister not this strange white haired man who looks at him like he's everything

anyway

he's hella confused but becuz he never thought he'd be in a relationship and yeah

atsushi is also doing anything and everything to make him comfy

akutagawa is awkwardly standing there watching atsushi dote on him, confused and surprised at the ease atsushi handles him with = how atsushi has blended into his routines and yeah

like i know the potential for it to be sad is there but i like the wholesome ness of amnesia fics jadksf

also the humor of one of them reaching into/seeing things of the more intimate sides of their relationship

"um akutagawa-san... why do we have a bag of girl... um private clothes..."

akutagawa, immediately grabbing and hiding it "you are seeing things!"

/

"akutagawa-san... um if we're dating.... does that mean we...."

"we....?"

"we... um kiss???"

/

"akutagawa-san whats in that box under the bed?"

akutagawa, panicking: guns

/

"akutagawa-san why do u have venue pamphlets"

"...work project"

/

i feel like aku wouldn't ask questions like that like he'd be more aware that if theyre dating they might be cough intimate and even if he did he isnt really the type to ask questions as much as the type to try and figure it out all on his own but itd be funny if he did

anyway he'd still get confused by well atsushi being in love with him (atsushi would too btw i just didn't write that)

"nakajima, why are you staring at me?"

"hmmm? oh it's been a while since ive seen you wear so many layers at home. it's cute."

"hafkjsdf????"

/

"nakajima, why did you give me this for breakfast?"

"it's your favorite???"

/

"nakajima... that shirt... i've bought it already... why are you wearing it?"

"becuz i like wearing your clothes :D"

yeah

anyway

hows friday going for yall

[dreadsuitsamus]

Napping With Goku Headcanons | Goku x Reader |

author's note: took a nap and wanted big man in bed with me 🤷‍♀️

pairing: goku x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, will make you want big man in bed with you too

Being the wife of Goku is a daunting task

Cooking for him, cleaning up after him, and not to mention his libido makes him a hard man to keep up with

As a result, you take naps

You tend to frequent at least two a day, sometimes more if you don't have much on your to-do list

Your usual morning routine is typically to make breakfast, tidy up the house, take a shower, and then have a small nap, normally about an hour long

Goku's normally training during the day, so when you get in bed, you're by yourself

But when you start to come to again, the bed is dipped beside you and there's a solid mass slung over you, usually accompanied by snoring

You smile with a soft chuckle, a little yawn escaping your lips while you snuggle in further

He's got to have some kind of nap radar, because Goku is always here for naps

Goku likes tucking his face into your neck, in love with how you smell and finding comfort in it when he needs a little extra help falling asleep

He also presses small kisses to the skin there while he's falling asleep

You're thankfully only partially crushed by his thick, muscled body, as he keeps most of himself on the mattress instead of you since the last time he didn't mind his weight, he got an earful and didn't get to finish his nap

His arm is tightly around you, giving you very little wiggle room. Even when you fall asleep side-by-side, you always wake up in this position

A very low, quiet hum escapes you while you close your eyes and comb through his pitch black hair, occasionally scritching at his scalp with your nails

Goku nuzzles his face further into your neck, his lips brushing a soft kiss against you

Another yawn passes your lips and you squeeze him just a bit

"Mmm... Issit time to get up?" He mumbles every single time he wakes up beside you. He'd be content sleeping all day, if you'd let him

"Hmmm... Not just yet."

"Mkay... Good." He'll pull you just a bit closer to him, moving his head and nuzzling your sleep-warm cheek

"Soft... Warm..." He'll mumble rather adorably, his eyes still closed and voice cloaked with sleepiness

"Mhm." You hold back yet another yawn and lean your head against his, sleep slowly claiming you both again

You only tend to get another thirty minutes of naptime, though, before Goku's poking at your cheek to wake you

"Mmm... Hnn... Hm?" You blink away the blurriness, slowly realizing the wide-eyed, innocent look on your husband's face

"Can we have lunch now? I'm starving!"

At least you still have the 3pm nap

Bonus Headcanons: Napping with Baby!Gohan and Goku

When Gohan is born, the naptime routine is completely shot

The baby is up frequently for nursings, so you're always on alert for him to wake up, and lose out on precious cuddles with Goku, alongside those much-needed winks of sleep

Goku is not meant to be a housewife, as his attempt at sharing the household chores proves. Though you do appreciate his sentiment, and tend to saddle him with the baby so the dishes can be done without something breaking

Sometimes, though, Gohan's naps line up with yours, meaning you can actually do as everyone says to and sleep when the baby sleeps

You'll be nursing him in his rocking chair when he falls asleep, and you've got zero time to fawn over how damn cute your son is when he's asleep

You hurry to the bedroom, careful with Gohan as you climb into bed

pop

"Yes, nap time!"

"Not if you wake him up!"

"Oops!"

Goku strips down to his undies and basically flies under the covers with you, taking little Gohan and laying him on his broad chest, the little bean snuggling in comfortably in his father's warm embrace

He'll pull you into him, a protective hand on the baby's back and the other comfortably rubbing the soft curve of your waist

You lay on your side and curl into his muscled body, linking your fingers with his hand on Gohan's back, the both of you protecting your precious son from potentially rolling off of Goku's chest

Goku will drop a kiss on your forehead and then one on Gohan's before settling into the pillow

You all sleep for a few good hours, smiles on your faces when it's time to get up again

Goku will look down at you with that sleepy smile, blinking slowly with a noise of surprise when you kiss him full on the lips

Napping is his favorite thing to do with you

[lovelykhaleesiii]

hmmm... Whatabout modern!chubby!aegon learning that the reader has issues with eating? I feel like that could be an interesting little story. Like nothing all that serious, just that the reader often skips meals to get to work earlier, or they cook Aegon dinner but don't leave much for themselves, because they want to make sure our precious babyboi is well-fed but don't care too much about themselves.

Aegon would notice this after a while, and lemme tell you he is NOT having it. Aegon grew up very spoiled, he's never been pressed for time when it comes to eating, nor has he ever dealt with food insecurity in terms of wealth (i.e. he's always had enough money to have 3 meals a day).

So Aegon decides he's gonna learn how to cook, so that he can wake up earlier than you and make you breakfast n things like that :)) you notice, and 1. It's the sweetest goddamn thing ever and you just wanna squish his chubby cheeks and give him kisses for it (cuteness aggression is a real thing, people), and 2. Seeing him in the kitchen with his stupid little apron, puttering around like a housewife kind of drives you CRAZY.

Maybe the reader literally pins him onto the kitchen counter and takes him like that, apron and all, while he's covered with sugar IDK

Aegon also becomes a bit of a hobby-chef because of this, which I think suits him so well. Little babyboi making a bunch of different dishes, asking the reader to try them out with a worried look on his face (he really values your opinion! 🥺). You always tell him his food is amazing though. You might hate seafood beyond belief, but when this boy makes you salmon the reader will eat the whole damn thing and tell him its michelin-star quality.

I can imagine he also puts on a bit more weight because of this. He's always been fluffy, but he maybe starts becoming a little insecure of himself? Like he doesn't quite know if you mind him being a little chubbier. That worry doesn't last long, cuz within 5 seconds, you're back home and squishing his cheeks and belly and laying your head on his soft thighs, and he realizes he really doesn't have to worry about it (with maybe some sweet reassurance from the reader?? Idk I love that shit istg 👀👀)

sorry this was so long! I just love hobby-chef chubby!aegon so I figured I'd spread the idea like a virus lmao 💚

GRRRRR bestie this is everything, some fluff for our fluffy boy <3 the detail in this was everything, I hope I give you justice!!!!

Seconds, Please?

PAIRING: Modern!chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 3,357.

WARNINGS: mentions of eating disorder, mentions of self-inflicted fatphobia, swearing, dry humping, smut, size difference kink, hint of food play.

A/N - I need this domestic chubby man in my life so bad, please. apologies if I changed or added a few things, it all just came to me in the moment AHAHA <3

Domestic bliss was true, and much to your cause, you were reaping the perks that naturally came with it. Aegon was a loyal, committed partner, a considerate soul, that although many underestimated his capability in a relationship, had proven otherwise...

"Babe, you barely ate your dinner last night, and now you're off to work without having eaten a proper breakfast-" He'd worriedly confessed, remaining seated at the small, circular dining table, his mouth partially full of syrup soaked waffles, as he obediently devoured the last gulp of his breakfast.

"Aeg, baby, I only just managed to whip up something for you. Couldn't leave my big boy to starve now, could I?" You tease, as you hastily gather your belongings in your tote, cutting his soft "but" as you bid him farewell, planting a fast, hard peck on the top of his short, platinum hair.

Aegon, much to his guilt, had only just recently begun to notice how little you ate, in comparison to him. The more it played with his mind, the more sinister the thoughts would become.

Had you developed an eating disorder, that he was so blissfully ignorant to all the signs? Allowing for you to endure such a thing...

Or was it, that you had grown ashamed of his overgrown size, that you felt the need to starve yourself?

Mayhaps, the stress of work and having to care for Aegon on top, your appetite had grown weary and lesser? All because he was selfishly indulgent with the affection and attention you spoiled him with...

He stopped midway to lifting the fork into his mouth to devour the final piece, closely gazing at the slice of the delectable waffle on his fork, that you'd so thoughtfully cooked for him, before throwing it back down on the plate shamefully. The intense guilt he felt brewing in the pit of his stomach, made it feel sinful to finish it. How could he, whilst you went about your day hungry? Connecting the dots, like a pieces to a puzzle, he'd noticed how recently fatigued you were, always desperate for a nap or an early night, often having finished work late from the law firm. These past few weeks, you'd been worked to the bone. The more he dwelled on your frail appearance, he'd come to realise just how weary and thinner you'd grown [not losing an abundant amount, although enough to see how loose your clothes had grown], along with the difference in size between yourself and him, was quite noticeable.

What would others think? That he was the culprit for his girlfriend's malnourishment? Him a 'greedy hog', binging and consuming everything and anything edible on sight, of course, there'd be none left for you to eat. Many of your excuses ranged from not feeling hungry at all [your mind too preoccupied with endless amounts of deadlines], or that you were too tiresome. And in the moments that you'd spared to eat, your appetite was shortcoming, and often you'd plea for Aegon to finish off your leftovers. Now he felt even more woeful, unlike before, the guilt would devour him inside out.

In conclusion... You were too good for him, he did not deserve you. Something needed to change, he did.

"No more fucking around, Aegon, fuck-" He brutally thought to himself, as he arduously heaved himself up: belly sated and full, a pudgy, sticky hand instinctively patted over his belly, as the other grabbed the dishes, placing it in the sink. He was intent on changing his outdated habits.

He could not do much to change his appearance overnight let alone in a few hours, nor was he keen to, if he was being frank. He knew you were quite fond of his new-found softness, having not complained thus far, he was not overly big. Your affections towards him would prove just how desirous you felt, on your behalf: the way his plush body would smother and pin against you when either of you felt a little frisky. And during the cold, winter nights, the way his extra padding and natural body heat would radiate, acting like insulation, as he held you tightly in his thick arms. You felt so incredibly secure. It was a feeling unlike any other, and he refused to take that away from you.

It was time he took charge...

****

"Aeg, I'm home!" You tiresomely call out, breathless as you walk in with your brimful bag and more paper work clutched desperately in your hands, more than what you had initially left home with.

Yet, no response in return.

You slowly linger through the hallway, as you remove your heels, adjusting the papers in your hand, before walking down.

"Aegon-" You worringly repeat once more.

Aegon was often at home most days of the week, for his family owned a wealthy, accounting business. Growing up rich and dependent, it seemed that Aegon grew accustomed to this comfortable lifestyle, and you truly couldn't blame him, he had no part. Although, his parents financially supported him even till now, and provided maids to attend to his needs during his youth, his parents remained absent: often he'd express his discontent with them, and rightfully so. However, he'd just messed up a huge investment opportunity, and was temporarily suspended, thus, he was at home for most of the time. Sitting around, finding solace in snacking to get by the long, lonesome hours, as he eagerly awaited for your return from work. Nonetheless, you had a soft spot for him, and tried to go above and beyond for him, to prove he did not need them anymore...

"In the kitchen-" He loudly yelled, followed by thunderous clangs of metal pots/plates. Your nerves began to set in, was the meals you often prepared for lunch and left in the fridge, not enough? Perhaps, this time they were not tasteful enough for him?

"Hey, baby-" He warmly coos, as he walks over towards you, planting a soft kiss on your flustered cheek.

"Sorry, I've made a bit of a mess, not used to where everything is. I promise, I'll clean it up once I'm done-" He pleas, as he walks back towards the oven where, what appears to be a freshly made pizza is brewing.

In silence, you gradually examine the surrounding and Aegon, himself. Although the kitchen was a rightful mess, used plates, sauce, chopped vegetables, pepperoni slices, and shredded mozzarella strands spread all over the counter, like some deconstructed art piece. And Aegon, donned in a white apron that was now completely soiled, with a smidge of what seemed to be flour across his cheek, your heart was full. Placing your bag just before the entrance to the kitchen, and the papers on a clear, clean spot of the dining table, you walk towards Aegon slowly, still focused on the sight before you.

"Aeg, W-What's the meaning of all this? Did you get hungry again? Was the lunch I made not enough?"

"No, no, Y/N. You've done plenty... In fact, more than enough, it's just-" Having wiped his hands clean with a dishcloth, his hands had reached over securely gripping you by the sides. Guiding you over towards a seat by the dining table, you sit down, as he plops himself on the seat beside you, as he pulls your chair closer towards him with ease.

"Y/N, I've noticed how little you've been eating these past few days. And if I'm being honest, it's worrying me, my love-" His soft, fleshy hands reach over to grip yours, firmly holding your small hands in his, as his thumb strokes your skin.

"I-Is there something I should be concerned about, because you know you can tell me anything, right? I-I just want to help you." His low voice breaks, stuttering with concern, as his troubled eyes remain fixated on you.

You can't help although smile, as you now return the gesture, giving a reassuring squeeze of Aegon's soft hand.

"Aeg, please, I am fine, truly. You have nothing to stress about. It-It's just work, I feel like I have no time to waste doing anything really. And I guess, I've been more focused on making sure you've been fed and tended to, than myself before work takes a hold of me... I just didn't want you to think I'd neglected you. Forgive me."

"Fuck, Y/N, what are you to be sorry for? I should be the one apologising... I've been such a hog, so blind to everything you've done-"

"Aeg, please-"

"Seriously, baby... You are just-[sighs], you're just a little too good to me, but I'm willing to change. That's why I did this, trynna' learn to cook for us, princess, so I can be the one taking care of you for a change..."

Nonetheless, Aegon remained true to his word. The home-made pizza he'd so lovingly yet chaotically made that night was a complete success.You teased whether he'd cunningly ordered out and acted as though he'd actually made it.

"Aeg, this- this is seriously so good. It's fucking delicious-" You excitedly exclaim in between each mouthful, as he anxiously awaits for your response by your side. At first, he was in denial, exclaiming that it was just out of niceties, or his beginner's luck in the kitchen. Although, pleading your case, like the competent solicitor that you are, your compliments earn an immediate, genuine smile from Aegon. Beaming across his plump face, his cheeks blushing a subtle tinge of pink, as this was a first for him, and rightfully so, it was an ultimate success.

****

In the months coming, Aegon had grown a hearty passion for cooking, especially because it meant he could provide for you. In his spare time, he'd been searching for various popular recipes/dishes he'd heard of. Other times, he'd ask for your preferences, finding out your favourite childhood meals, eager to reminisce your youth over dinner.

Eventually, he grew more confident with his skills and even began taking risks. Daring to cook meals with ingredients, he knew you were not typically a fan favourite of, and would avoid at all costs. He often always joked about how your eating habits resembled to that of a toddler.

As he was grown spoilt and with a cultured taste, he was acquired to most things, having dined in various, fancy restaurants and fed a range of diverse cuisines. Whereas, yourself, you were not so indulgent with different delicacies and palates. He was eager to change your mind, for he was not a picky eater at all.

You'd awake to your alarm that you'd set for your daily morning walks, blaring at your ear-side from the wooden bedside table, only to stretch and be met with a cold, empty bedside and Aegon missing. Although, the faint ruckus that followed, opening the bedroom door, to a distant bright, yellow light beaming from down the hallway from the kitchen, you'd follow, only to find Aegon hard at work in the kitchen.

"Sorry, princess, did I wake you up? I just was about to cook you something for breakfast and lunch on the go. I was just thinking to make you some salmon tonight for dinner, baby. I know, I know! It's not your favourite but I found this recipe, I'm really eager to try, and I thought you'd might like to... You know, helped to expand your horizons a little."

Although it took you much convincing, Aegon noticed the disdain look on your face, unpleased by his plans, you still caved in. Those puppy eyes with those cheeks, were irresistible, you could never deny him. And yet, Aegon's cooking never ceased to disappoint you thus far, so why turn away now? As much as you had been dreading the dinner, feeling your appetite growing weaker throughout the gruelling day at work, Aegon's salmon dish was shockingly delectable. The richness and zest of the salmon infused with the spices, combined so tastefully and the texture was just right, you could've sworn you'd moan, a visceral reaction from how good it was.

"Aeg, baby, what sorcery is this? How am I enjoying this, you know how much I hate seafood...And yet, this could so be worthy of a Michelin Star!" The bewilderment set in stone in your voice, as you politely cover your mouth with your hand. Aegon always made a habit of waiting for you to eat first, before tucking in himself. He was always anxious for your approval, only to be met with countless compliments, you felt like a broken record.

"Really, baby? You mean that?" He persists, as he picks up his own cutlery, keen to unveil the taste.

"Trust me, Aeg... If I didn't like it, you'd know for sure!"

****

Eventually, Aegon took the reins of cooking, which much to your relief, meant one less thing to worry about, even if it took you a while to get accustomed to. Aegon insisted that you should continue to focus on work than having to feed him regularly.

"I'm not a little child anymore, Y/N, let me show you how well I can take care of the both of us now."

Although granted on your days off, after you'd have a decent, well-earned sleep in, you enjoyed helping him around the kitchen... It was a hard habit to break of Aegon's when it came to the cleaning aspect, he was a tad lazy and slow, so often, if given the chance, you'd help around washing, drying and packing away dishes and ingredients. Cleaning up his mess along the way, as you closely watched him from the sidelines, a true professional in their mastery.

It was only in these intimate moments, that you'd notice Aegon had grown a little rounder, more softer around his edges. The subtle double chin beneath his jaw was more prominent, and his jaw line now fading with mounted with flesh, his cheeks looked slightly more plump [the urge to kiss and nibble at them became exponential], and the apron he'd worn so often, how tightly snugged, barely able to tie from behind, as his stomach had protruded even more beneath. His figure could not be hidden, and yet, it made you fall for him even harder.

Aegon immediately noticed you openly eyeing him out, too deeply distracted by his figure, as your eyes fluttered over every inch of him.

"Y/N, what's wrong? What is it?"

Hastily snapping back out of your lustful thoughts, you felt flustered, being put on the spot like so. You hadn't even realised that Aegon had caught you, perhaps as you fell into silence, observing him strongly kneading the dough, preparing to trial out his attempt of focaccia.

"N-Nothing, Aeg, I-I just noticed, maybe you need a new apron... That one looks a little worn-out, and slightly uncomfortable."

Your meek attempt at subtleness was poor and Aegon knew exactly what you'd meant. He knew he had grown, putting on a few extra pounds since exercising his new found hobby, although he was foolish to think you would not notice. You should be disgusted by him, even in his efforts to tend to you, he was selfishly gorging himself. Had he no self-control?

"I get what you're saying, Y/N. I feel ashamed too, for the way I've become, I-I'll try to get out s'more and maybe I can go on those morning walks with you?" He bashfully looks back down at the dough he'd stopped kneading, trying to talk firmly with you.

"Aeg, please! That's not what I meant at all!" You urge, as you hastily leap off the chair, bounding towards Aegon as you instinctively wrap your arms around his thick waist, your small arms just barely interlinking.

"Don't you ever, ever think I could be ashamed of you, Aeg! Do you think that low of me? I love you, and if I'm being quite honest, I think I've actually fallen for you harder..."

You playfully look up at him, your head resting just below his broad shoulder, as you perk your eyebrows up and down teasingly, gesturing for something more.

"And what exactly, do you mean by that?" He questioned, as he finally covered the kneaded dough in bowel, waiting for it to rise, before turning to face you.

"Well, I mean your as soft as that dough, your cheeks, I could just squeeze, and those lips- Gods, your lips, Aeg-"

You tug him by the apron, gesturing him to lean down, as you plant a soft, long kiss, your tongues entwined as your share a passionate moment. Just as you'd expected, his lips felt so soft and moist, you had the sudden urge to gently bite down at his lower lip, and helplessly you did, tugging at it. Earning a cocky smile streaming across his face, you let go, aimlessly gazing up at one another with desire.

"Hmm, tell me more, princess."

"And this belly-" You grab a firm hold of his flesh, slightly jiggling against your rapid motions, as you eye his physique below and back up towards him, his attention following you.

"It's just calling for me to straddle you, I can't help but imagine how good it would feel to ride the fuck out of you, and these thighs- You've been so busy in the kitchen, stuffing your roasts and gorging yourself, you've forgotten about little, old me. You don't miss filling me up, big boy?"

Immediately, in such a swift motion, Aegon turns to steadily pin you against the counter instead. His full undivided attention, solely on you, licking his lips as though you were some type of dessert he'd just feasted his lilac eyes upon, as he presses his solid mass against you, feeling yourself helplessly squirm beneath his tender pressure. Adjusting himself in the right position, it didn't take a genius to realise, someone had grown a little excited by the realness of your words, and in sync, you felt a throbbing, familiar ache coursing from deep within your inner thighs.

"Look at what you're doing to me. Do you think that low of me, that I would forget my little princess, hmm? Your needs come first, always."

He plunges his soft face deep within the crook of your neck as he sucks on your floral fragranced skin, with each kiss he felt eager to devour you, you were certain by his harshness that he'd left a trail of fresh marks. His hands snaked down your waist, below to your ass, sensually massaging at your cheeks, as he pushed your body deeper into his, specifically your lower abdomen region, where you felt his bulge poking through his seems, desperate to be inside of you.

You felt your body slowly pacing up and down against Aegon's stocky frame, one of his thighs, found their way in between your legs, parting your entrance. You began to mimic the movements as you would if straddling him from atop, as he kept you supported, rocking yourself backwards and forwards against his clothed, chunky thigh. The friction beneath and Aegon's groans so close against your ear, was unnerving. You could sense the trickles of wetness beginning to ooze out of your eager cunt, soaking your sheer panties beneath.

"Aeg-Bedroom-" Moans in between your breathless words, you felt too feeble to form coherent words, as you felt his swollen gut, pressing deep against your breasts, flashing them upwards. One of your hands remained firmly tugging and pulling at his short, platinum locks, whilst the other dug nails deep into his meaty flesh, leaving a trail of marks behind.

"Bedroom-now."

Without hesitation or thought, Aegon picked you up with such ease, carrying you over his thick shoulder, you felt puny against his strength. Earning a small, light giggle from you, he felt invincible. Oblivious for what was to come, it seemed Aegon was keen to show you...

Just before he'd rush to make a beeline for the bedroom, he stopped by the fridge, opening the freezer door, and instantly grabbing the frozen tub of his favourite chocolate ice-cream.

"Better not waste this, we can definitely put it to some good use."

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17, 33, 35, 44, 50 for OTP Asks (coldflash) please

17.) Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Hmmm, this is a tough one. I think it's something they both do, but who does it most?

Barry definitely has a kink for being manhandled and taken care of. He's constantly having to be the hero and on top of things and so having Len take charge, pull him close and demand kisses... it's nice to just give in. He trusts Len whether it's with something small and romantic like this or, uh... other things. ;) So Len enjoys taking advantage of this in order to draw Barry close and kiss him whenever he wants.

Conversely, Len likes that despite being a twig in human form (until his thirties anyway), Barry can still push him around if he wants. Len definitely enjoyed being shoved around by Barry in S2, though he was definitely wishing for a kiss there. So I think his preference is less being pulled in by Barry and more by being shoved against a hard surface and crowded in by Barry, but he does enjoy getting pulled forward, into Barry's arms, and kissed senseless too.

I think, ultimately, Len is more likely to pull Barry into a kiss, but it's definitely something that goes both ways.

33.) Who's the better cook?

Barry. Len's not a lethal chef or anything like that and he enjoys cooking with Barry because it's something he's doing with Barry. But for it's own sake, Len's more of an 'eat what's convenient' type. Whereas Barry is very much a 'shows love through food' type.

Mick supports the relationship in part because he's no longer the only one making sure Len doesn't wind up with scurvy for avoiding his veggies.

35.) Who's more artistic?

Probably Barry. He can sketch really well and I can see him doing the ADHD cycle through various artsy hobbies. (I do this. Best to keep the projects in what are doable chunks for me or something I can put down and pick up again a few months or a year down the line.)

I think Lewis really stunted Len's artistic talents. He strikes me as the kind of father who sees his son taking art classes or home ec and gets super homophobic about it. Len expresses his creative side through his heist plans. He's maybe starting to allow his creativity roll into creating things - starting from learning how to repair and then recreate the Cold Gun to adapting what he learned to create ice grenades and the like. But overall, Barry's much more of the artsy sort.

44.) Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Barry is absolutely the dancer. We see that in canon with him dancing around in the kitchen in his boxers making breakfast. He will dance around and sing to music on the radio/streaming on his phone when he cooks alone - especially if he's cooking something special for Len. Romantic dinner? Barry is extra bouncy while he cooks and sets up a candle lit dinner.

Len won't admit it, but he finds it really charming how Barry romances him and he does try to romance Barry in return. But when Barry's dancing around in the kitchen, he definitely loves to stand back and watch. Just kind of take in that this ridiculous man loves him so much.

50.) who's more likely to do something out of spite?

I'd say initially it's Len. He's used to pushing people away and he expects eventually he'll push Barry away too and gets snippy and spiteful about things. But Barry's stubborn and as Len realizes that it'd take a hell of a lot to run Barry off, he starts to relax and accept that what they have is actually going to last and his tendency to say spiteful things while angry tapers off.

Barry isn't at first because he's had to learn to be very careful with his relationships and choose his battles with Joe. He'd argue to hell and back about his dad's innocence, but he was very afraid of Joe not wanting him anymore so he got in the habit of swallowing down his feelings about things until they boil over. He's a lot more likely to do this when something's triggered his trauma reactions. The first time Len realizes that Barry flipped out over something relatively minor with him and talking it out later reveals it was really because Barry was already on edge over something Team Flash did that triggered him that his team dismissed as inconsequential? Len absolutely reads them the riot act about the way they treat Barry's mental health so dismissively.

I think once Barry's trauma responses start being taken seriously and his boundaries are better respected, the spiteful responses become less likely to show up too. That said, I think maybe he still struggles with it more than Len.

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Good morning! Pt. 1

Breakfast: scrambled eggs with heavy cream mixed with cut up cup noodles and brown rice = under 500 calories.

His shoulder is bothering him. Not good.

He has turtleneck syndrome but obvs not the kind that makes us weak in the knees.

He's working out, pilates, going to the dermatologist, ignoring his guitar lessons, a day in the life of just being The Bun.

He will rest at the dermatologists... lol.

Because he's been a couch potato, his muscles deteriorated and that's why he's having trouble with aches and pains. Getting old sucks, Koo.

Damn the sounds his body makes when he cracks his bones...holy shit. Sounded like dominos falling.

He's going to invest in some workout equipment to keep at home... why he doesn't already have that, who knows. I guess because that's not his permanent home. He said he ordered some equipment but sounds suspiciously like it will sit in the box unassembled for a while...

Kookie, you spent six months being a couch potato in your mikrokosmos cave NOW you are going to invest in home workout equipment right when you are starting to ramp up on activities?

Y'all.. when I say he is the most adorable thing explaining in detail how to correct your posture and giving us walking and sleeping techniques to strengthen the neck and back... I just want to put him in my pocket.

"My here..." and he pats the backs of his legs... my god Kookie. Stob it.

He's killin' me. The most adorable goofball.

He scrolled through the comments and couldn't figure out why some disappear. Who's gonna tell him? Not me.

He's already talking about lunch... salad... superfoods... he found a great salad place and will have that with smoked duck or chicken. Eating healthy.

Kookie Pookie TMI: he might be lactose intolerant. Dairy doesn't agree with him. But he eats it anyway. Same, same.

Sooo many details... shampoo, body wash, face... towels...

His ghostbusters phase... he summoned the spirits from the netherworld with gadgets but never saw or heard any. (The other members did though. That explains everything.)

ISFP (Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving) People with this personality type tend to be peaceful, easy-going, and down-to-earth individuals. They have a strong need for personal space and value time alone to recharge. He needs to have some management. I've said this before. He is not a self-starter.

Now he's talking about setting up a movie date with Army but how to sneak it past the company. He needs to hire a spy. All of a sudden we're conspiring to do something without the company knowing and have a private movie date with Kookie...

This man who stood in the middle of Coachella and didn't think he'd be recognized because he cut his bangs.... is trying to sneak out of the house to go to see a movie with us. What could go wrong?

The imbeciles who keep asking him to speak another language and not Korean. Brainless people who waste everyone's time by typing those comments during a live.

Hold up buttercup. What's that dark area under his jawline?

[squints at the pixels... hmmm]

The Rainy Day Fight story.... this is the most precious retelling of one of the most (formerly) mysterious moments in Jikookistory. Bless the Army who caught his eye with this request in the comments.

According to Jungkook: It happened in the early years, JK was acting like a petulant teenager and pissed everyone off, even "angelic" Hobi-hyung got mad. Jimin even got pissed off. So much so he told JK he wasn't going to take care of him any longer (I've always suspected that Jimin held some responsibility over JK when they were younger and this might be JK confirming that.) JK stormed out of the building and started walking and got lost. He admits he's directionally challenged. THAT'S WHY JIMIN SAID BAM DOESN'T PAY ATTENTION TO HIS SURROUNDINGS JUST LIKE HIS DAD!

Anyway, JK, in the midst of his temper tantrum, got lost and started to panic but first he had to overcome his pride. He called Jimin, hung up on him and then did it again and on the third call, Jimin quickly answered. I think the panic was overwhelming JK by this time and the avalanche of emotions caved in on him. Poor Jimin probably also was worried by this time, especially after JK couldn't figure out where he was. The telling of how he broke down sobbing while talking to Jimin is so sweet and pure. WHO tells other people they actually did this? The details????

Somehow, Kookie found a taxi and got back to the dorm with Jimin standing there waiting. What a story. Jimin took him up to the roof where they could talk in private and I'm sure the words spoken there made an impact on Kookie. He thoroughly regretted it, enough that he had to bring it up during Festa 2020 and say he felt sorry that he made Jimin feel so bad that day.

All of that in the first 38 minutes of his hour and 45 minute live...

Then he proceeded to wake up the neighbors and ruin his furniture at the same time by drumming on his coffee table.

He tossed a book around for a few seconds... Crying In H Mart by Michelle Zauner, in case anyone wants to read what Kookie is reading. Except I think that's the first time he's actually touched the book because there was a big ass brochure in the middle of it that he had no idea was there.

It seemed like a booklist brochure advertising the latest and best books.

omg... bless his heart...

Next topic: Yoongi's concert. Was Kookie watching a fancam livestream of Yoongi's concert too?

HE'S JUST LIKE US! HE SAW JIMIN AT YOONGI'S CONCERT! I BET MANAGER-NIM WAS LIVE STREAMING THE CONCERT!!!

He tells us he will go see Yoongi's concert (I'm assuming in Seoul). Sadly, Jimin might be in Europe on those days. We'll see.

All of a sudden he's blaming fruit flies for knocking over the phone. I didn't say it, he did.

Scrolling through his video library/youtube/whatever he has tons of cooking shows. He mentions 1mincook several times which is a channel of "1 minute cooking" dishes. Quick meals. All the videos are a minute in length. Perfect for JK's short attention span.

Jeon Jungkook is one of the most unpretentious people I've ever seen in my life.

I am 50 minutes into this live. He was very gregarious and jumped from one thing to the next.

I will run out of image space on this post so Part 2 coming soon!

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Prank

Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

A/n : "You are annoying prank" Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language, tears, kisses

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Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

You couldn't stop chuckling to yourself as you whipped up some grub for your beloved boyfriend of 3 years, the bathroom rockstar.

Imagine this: a sunny summer day, Bokuto belting out tunes like he's on a world tour in the bathroom. While you made your Inari Sushi masterpiece, you stuck a cute flag in the tofu, thinking he'd devour it like a hungry legend.

Your kitchen shenanigans turned breakfast into a daily concert, and you were here for it, front-row seats and all!

Chilling on a kitchen stool, you snuggled up, scrolling through your phone and killing time. As you swiped away, you got hooked by a hilarious prank video of a couple.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Bokuto emerged, attempting an elegant pirouette, until he saw your unimpressed look from your kitchen perch.

He pulled off an epic gasp, covering his mouth with flair like a melodramatic actor and shouted, "Oh, behold the grand entrance! My precious! My drop-dead gorgeous darling baby!" With giant strides, like he's auditioning for a comedy troupe, he sauntered over on the wood floor, leaving just enough room for an over-the-top bow. You couldn't hold back your giggles.

"Wowza! Check out the size of that Inari sushi! Just what the doctor ordered! I must've won the karma lottery. Now, what else? Hmmm... Oh, I know! A good morning smooch to kickstart the day!" Ignoring any objections, he grabbed your face with his big hands and planted a juicy kiss. "As a token of my thanks, I'm whipping up some coffee, my sweetie pie!"

Late mornings are rare in your apartment due to both of yours busy schedule. But due to graciousness of your manager and Meian, you finally got some time to catch what's slipping up.

You watched his coffee-making skills, both of you sipping from cute matching mugs, and that coffee scent filled up the kitchen. He plopped your mug down, and you gave him a quick kiss. As he sat in his chair across from you, he eyeballed the yummy breakfast you'd whipped up with an eager grin.

He zeroed in on the sushi like a ravenous sushi monster, his lips dancing with excitement. Taking a huge bite, he made sure that sushi didn't stand a chance. You couldn't help but soak up his dramatic, operatic hum, followed by an award-winning moan.

It was like a foodie's Shakespearean theater! As he devoured, you remembered that prank video from earlier. You leaned in, resting your head on your left hand, grinning mischievously.

"Listen, babe, you know I adore you, right? But..." Bokuto's eyes locked onto yours, begging for more. Despite his heartstring-pulling expression, you kept going. "Maybe, just maybe, ease up on the childishness. It's starting to get a tad bit... well, you know, annoying."

His eyes got as big as saucers, and he froze mid-bite, never breaking your gaze. He blinked once, then twice, and a puzzled frown crept over his handsome face. He practically inhaled his food, trying to get words out, "You think I'm... annoying? Really?" His voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper, breaking your resolve.

Your hand reached out for his, but it was game over – tears welled up in his eyes. Panic mode activated, and you sprang up, cursing your snap judgment. "No, no, no, my bad, baby! I was just messing around! None of that was for real. I watched this dumb video of someone pranking their partner, and I thought it'd be hilarious to see your reaction…"

You pulled back and gently grabbed his chin. "Hey, look at me." You swiveled his head to lock eyes with you. "I'm so sorry, babe. I'm head over heels for you, you know that, right?" He zipped his lips for a sec, steering clear of eye contact. "You're so cruel! Why'd you do that to your lovely boyfriend? I really believed you were going to leave me..." His lip wobbled, a cute pout forming on his lips.

"Like, never ever would I want you to change! I'm all about your goofy vibes, you get me? I'm genuinely sorry, honey... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you!" Your thumb stroked his cheek, sending a silent plea.

"Okay, but swear you won't pull something like this again!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear!" You nodded big time, showering his face with kisses. You started with his forehead, then both cheeks, and finally, a smooch that lingered on his pouty lips. You milked that last kiss a little longer, feeling the corners of his lips curl up. When you finally pulled away, your grin was on fleek, and your way happier boyfriend looked back at you.

"Well, now that you promised to make it up to me, can I cop some of your sushi too?" you deadpanned. Maybe this was all part of his plot to score extra breakfast, and you were totally down with it, especially when he gave you that cheeky, smug grin.

Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

Maybe this is what love looks like. A drama queen hogging your breakfast with dried fat tears on his blushed cheeks.

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Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: You and Ralph go exploring and get a little closer! Words: 4.5k

In a completely shocking turn of events… you were awake and out of bed before your aunt. You were nearly dressed when she finally sat up and stretched.

"I wonder what you're getting all prettied up for?" she teases. "Could it be another date with that lovely British lad who joined us for dinner last night?"

"Not a date," you say innocently, inspecting your dress in the mirror. "I'm simply spending time with a likeminded individual."

"How so?"

"He also thinks his sister is a pill."

She laughs.

"This isn't like Italy," she says, turning serious all of a sudden. "If you're going to be with this one, you'll need to be quiet about it. People will talk."

Your face gets hot. Yes, you'd had a brief vacation romance with a handsome Italian waiter. Yes, you'd done things with him that you thought you wouldn't do until you were married. Yes, Aunt Molly had encouraged you to do so. No, she did not to bring it up right now.

"Did you hear me?"

But Ralph isn't some handsome stranger you want to have one or two passionate nights with and then lock up tight like a secret. You enjoy his company. You like talking to him, and listening to him, and joking with him. You like making up stories with him. You like the way his eyes sparkle when he's excited, and how hair looks almost copper when the sun hits it a certain way. It's not like that with him.

You swallow all this down and nod.

"Good," she chirps, and the tension in the air dissipates. "So, what are you two getting into today?"

"I don't know," you admit, grateful for the change of subject. "We're meeting on deck after breakfast. Probably just walking and talking, like yesterday."

"I like him," she says. "He's got this child-like wonder about him. Like the world hasn't broken his spirit yet."

You duck your head to hide the fond smile spreading across your face. You know exactly what she's talking about.

"And he's handsome, too," she teases.

You sit down and start applying make-up to your burning face.

"Honey, they don't make a shade that'll cover that up," she laughs, then ducks out the door on her way to the lavatory.

Aunt Molly grows tired of teasing when the hunger sets in. You have breakfast together in the saloon, and part ways again. Today, you made no plans to meet her for lunch. A bit presumptuous, probably, but you'd spend every remaining moment on board with Ralph Penbury if he'd have you. She understood, and sent you off to meet him with a wink and a "have a nice day with your handsome gentleman friend!"

Ralph is waiting for you when you arrive on deck.

"Good morning!" you speak at the same time, which makes you both laugh.

"What shall we get into today, Mr. Penbury?" you ask.

"Anything you like, my dear."

"Hmmm…" You tap a finger to your chin and pretend to ponder. "Shall we explore the ship? See what kind of activities are offered to keep the youthful passengers occupied and out of trouble?"

"Wonderful idea!" Ralph exclaims, clapping his hands in front of him. "I heard someone praising the well-equipped gymnasium on my way here!"

"Is there anything this ship doesn't have?"

"I don't know," Ralph answers. "But we can find out!"

He offers his arm, and you take it. You approach the gymnasium together… only to discover that men and women are not allowed in at the same time.

"Well, if I can't go in with you, I don't want to go in at all," Ralph says.

"My sentiments exactly, Mr. Penbury. Where shall we try next?"

You run into the same problem at the swimming pool, the Turkish baths, and the squash court. Women were not allowed in the smoking room. And although there was no posted sign, there were no men in the reading and writing room.

There was nothing for you to do together except walk and talk, so that's what you did. And you had a marvelous time.

You and Ralph took a gamble and had lunch together in one of the cafes, and survived without a Victoria encounter. You had no idea what was served. Your focus was the boy with the brilliant mind. You hung on his every word like a schoolgirl with a crush, and Ralph didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Perhaps he was enjoying your company as much as you were his?

You thought his head might explode when you used your napkin to wipe away a bit of cream from his lip during dessert. You very nearly apologized for embarrassing him with your thoughtless action… until you saw the grin that nearly broke his face.

After lunch, you decided to explore other areas of the ship. You hadn't ventured very far off the beaten path since Victoria had dragged you down to the third-class area, but exploring with Ralph felt different. It wasn't malicious. You were simply a couple taking a stroll.

A couple of new friends, your brain corrects quickly.

You chat quietly as you explore, noting the differences between the second and third class areas and your own. The hallways were so narrow in third class, you had to walk close together. Your hand kept brushing against Ralph's. You wanted so badly to just hold it, but didn't have the courage.

Courage? To hold the hand of a man you weren't engaged to? You held your hand stiffly to your side and internally berated yourself.

You and Ralph round a corner in a third class corridor and nearly step on a small child. A little girl, probably three or four years old, in a brown dress. Her nose and cheeks are red, and her curls are peeking out of a kerchief.

"Mummy," she sniffles.

Without hesitation or regard to his expensive suit, Ralph sinks to one knee in the cramped little hallway.

"Hello," he greets. "What's your name?"

"Mary."

"Hello, Mary." Ralph introduces himself, and then you. She wipes away a tear with the sleeve of her dress. "Are you lost?"

She nods.

"Do you know Mummy's name?"

"Mummy," she says again.

"Alright," he smiles. "Would you like us to help you find Mummy?"

She nods. Ralph stands and reaches for her hand, and she takes it. She looks up at you expectantly. You offer her your own hand, and she takes that too. Ralph gives you a smile that makes your heart melt, and the three of you make your way down the narrow hallway.

There are no stewards in sight. No passengers to look at the child with recognition. No one to ask for directions, or for assistance in finding Mary's mummy.

You think of the child Victoria sneered at for daring to get too close to her fancy dress. How can two siblings be so different?

You keep walking until you begin to hear voices. You follow them, and wind up in the same lounge that Victoria had brought you to a few days before. It feels different now. People pay you no mind.

"Pardon me," you say to a table of young ladies. "This is Mary, and she's lost her Mummy. Do you recognize her?"

"No, but we'll find her!" The girls get up and and scatter, and moments later, they return with a very worried woman.

"Mummy!"

Mary releases her grip on your hands and takes off running. Her mother scoops her up in a hug. They exchange words, and Mary points at Ralph. The mother approaches cautiously, still holding Mary in her arms.

"Thank you," she says, "for finding my Mary."

"No trouble at all, madam," Ralph smiles. "We're so happy to have helped." Your heart swells.

"What are you doing down here?" one of the searchers returning to the her seat nearby asks. She winces after, as if someone has kicked her under the table.

"Not sittin' on their rears gossipin' like you lot," Mary's mother admonishes. The girls blush. More eyes are on you now, reminding you that you don't belong here. You take it as your cue to leave.

"We should be going now," you say gently. "Goodbye, Mary!"

"It was wonderful to meet you!" Ralph adds.

You and Ralph give Mary a goodbye wave and turn to leave. You walk quickly and quietly until you're out of sight. When you enter another tight hallway with no one in it, you begin to slow your pace.

That's when you realize you're holding Ralph's hand.

You drop it in a panic and stare straight ahead, not daring to look at him. Would he be more offended by you taking his hand, or by dropping it like a hot potato?

"Where are we?" you ask, hoping for a distraction. You both stop, looking around for a sign to tell you what deck you were on, or which way to the staircase.

A group of children appears out of nowhere, running through the halls and laughing loudly. Ralph reaches for you, pushing you against the wall and shielding you with his body as they pass by.

When they disappear, the sound of their laughter is replaced by the pounding of two hearts. Your eyes meet Ralph's. He's centimeters away. If he hadn't been holding his breath, same as you, you surely would've felt it on your face. You lift your chin slightly. He lowers his.

Slowly, cautiously, your lips meet in a gentle kiss.

Which is interrupted far too soon, when more people pass through the cramped hallway. Ralph takes your hand, and you let him lead you away. The lifts are just around the corner.

The same man that advised Victoria not to go into a third-class area is operating it, but he doesn't say a word to indicate that he recognizes you as he pulls the lever and takes the lift upward. When it stops and the man opens the gate, you and Ralph both mutter a "thank you" and exit.

You stand outside it awkwardly, not entirely sure what comes next. You still haven't recovered from the sweetest, most wonderful kiss you've ever experienced. Not that you were an expert or anything; your romantic endeavors were somewhat limited, but you knew for certain that no one had ever made you feel this way before.

"I'm growing so bored of this bloody ship!" someone loudly complains.

"So am I, Victoria!"

Before you have time to panic, Ralph grabs your hand and pulls you away from the lifts and the voices. You turn this way, and that, and eventually end up in another hallway. This one is considerably wider than the ones below, and carpeted, and better lit.

But your real focus is on the man in front of you. He peeks around the corner, making sure his sister is nowhere in sight. Once he's determined that you're alone, he heaves a sigh of relief and straightens.

"That was close," he smiles.

"Too close," you agree, leaning against the wall for support. You're not sure if you're winded from running way from Victoria, or if you're still feeling the effects of that kiss. It's all you can think about. You want more. No, you need more. Would it make you feel the same the second time? The third? What if you never stopped?

Ralph walks toward you, one slow step at a time, and by the time he stops, you're nearly as close as you were down below.

"Is this too close?" he whispers, his face barely an inch from yours. Your knees wobble.

"Not close enough," you breathe.

He closes the distance, and your lips meet again. You close your eyes and lose yourself in the taste of him. How is he doing this to you?

"Come along, darling!"

Your heads whip in the direction of the voices, and you see a young couple exiting their suite. Ralph stands back a respectable distance, and nods to the man as they pass.

When the hallway is clear again, Ralph looks at you with... longing? Does he need this as much as you? He licks his lips. You reach for him the same time he reaches for you.

His mouth crashes to yours, innocence and sweetness gone now. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, closer. Your tongues meet in a passionate dance, and you forget how to breathe. You forget everything but Ralph Penbury and the way he makes you feel. You don't care about your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, or the way you suspect he's holding you up because your legs have turned to jelly, or that you're out here in the open, where anyone can see you.

Ralph. All you care about is Ralph.

Eventually, he pulls back, and you both gasp for air. His eyes are nearly black. His lips are red and swollen. His chest heaves. If he asked, you'd let him take you right here in this hallway.

Your staring contest is interrupted when someone exits a stateroom nearby. You turn away, not wanting anyone to see you in what is surely a disheveled state. An elderly man passes without a word, and you look to Ralph.

He opens his mouth as if to speak, but closes it before any words come out.

"What is it, Ralph?"

"Nothing," he lies.

"Tell me," you beg.

He shakes his head and looks at the floor.

"Please?" you ask, reaching for his hands. They envelop yours in warmth, and his eyes meet yours again.

"I don't want to be presumptuous."

"Tell me," you whisper, giving his hands a squeeze. You hold your breath, hoping he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Promise you won't be angry with me?" he asks quietly.

"I promise."

Ralph takes a deep breath and braces himself. "Would you like to come back to my stateroom and continue this without further interruption?"

Before you can respond, you can see him mentally kick himself. "I'm so sorry, you're a lady, that was entirely--"

You silence him with a kiss.

Once you're both breathless again, you pull away. "Does that answer your question?" you ask impishly.

Ralph laughs in relief and pulls you through the winding halls toward his room. He fumbles with his key at the door, but manages to unlock it. He swings it open, gesturing for you to go ahead. You step inside and view the suite in awe.

It's considerably larger than your own. It's decorated in warm colors, and contains more furniture, more windows… and a bigger bed.

"Victoria's is bigger," Ralph notes, watching you inspect his room from his place by the door. It remains open. Does he think you're going to change your mind and bolt?

"It's perfect," you smile, coming back to wrap your arms around his neck. "This whole day has been perfect, Ralph."

Ralph smiles warmly and comes in for another kiss. You return it, and feel your knees go weak again. His hand leaves your waist just long enough to close the door. You cling to him, and he begins walking you backward. When the backs of your legs hit the bed, you fall onto it, landing on your rear.

"I'm sorry!" Ralph says hurriedly. "I didn't mean to imply--! I just thought--!" He scrunches one eye closed, like he's afraid to see your reaction. "I thought you might like to sit down?"

You glance around at the numerous chairs in the room and look at him in amusement. His face burns scarlet. You scoot back from your perch on the edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable.

"Are you going to join me?" you ask. Now who's the presumptuous one?

Ralph all but leaps into his bed with you. The kissing is much easier when you don't have to worry about remaining upright. Take that, traitorous legs!

Your hands wander through Ralph's hair, down his neck, across his back. His roam from your face, to your sides, to your hips. Somehow, his leg slots itself between yours, and even through your dress, the friction makes you moan into his mouth.

Ralph pulls back in surprise. You feel as though you should apologize… but why? He wants this too, doesn't he? You stare at each other for a moment, chests heaving and lips hungry, unsure what to do next.

"If you want me out of this dress, you'll have to help me," you say eventually. Ralph's face splits into a grin, and he rolls out of bed. You follow, and he pulls you out and spins you around with a laugh.

"Why is this so complicated?" he grumbles as he fumbles with all the buttons and laces and layers. You laugh together until you're down to your chemise. You turn back around to help Ralph undress, but his jaw drops when he sees you. A wave of self-consciousness washes over you, standing there in a lacy little thing that's practically see-through, and you attempt to subtly cover yourself.

Ralph knows what you're doing. He takes your hands in his, letting the thin fabric reveal every curve, leaving you feeling exposed.

"Don't do that," he whispers. "You're perfect." He leans in to give you a soft kiss, more like your first than your most recent. It makes your body buzz just the same.

You help him shed his clothes as well, and fall back into bed together. Ralph guides you upward until your head rests on his pillow and looks down at you with an unexplainable look in his eye. Before you can begin to unpack his expression, his lips distract you with another kiss, and your hands gravitate toward his shoulders. Ralph's hands begin to roam your body again, but this time, they feel so large and warm with only your chemise separating them from your skin. You want them all over you.

You soon get your wish. Ralph's hand finds your bare leg, and rubs upward. He breaks your kiss to look to you for permission, and you nod. Ralph glances down and lets his hand drift into that place you want him most, and you both let out a puff of breath when he makes contact. You stare into each other's eyes as he slides a finger through the slick he's helped you create.

Your hips jerk when he circles that most sensitive spot, and he removes his hand. Before you can protest, he raises it to his lips and licks it clean. You don't know how to react, but you don't have long to ponder. Ralph leans back down and kisses you again, letting you taste yourself via his tongue.

Your brain is on fire.

You moan again, completely by accident, and he grinds his hips against you to let you feel how aroused he is. You want desperately to reach down and stroke him, but what would he think about that?

You roll your hips against his, and it's his turn to moan. You need him. You need him inside you, right now, like you've never needed anything else in your entire life.

"Ralph," you beg. "Please."

Ralph hurriedly hikes your chemise up to your hips and settles between your legs, pulling his shorts out of the way. He looks to you one last time for permission.

"Ralph," you breathe, eyes pleading.

He reaches down to line himself up with your entrance, and slowly brings his his hips forward. You feel him stretching you, and close your eyes and clench the covers in your hands. When he's fully inside, you open your eyes. His elbows rest on either side of you, and he looks down at you with concern.

You smile up at him and try not to cry.

You're not hurt.

You've just never felt this way before.

You reach out to touch the side of his face, and he leans into your hand. You stroke his cheek with your thumb. His eyes close.

And then you give a slight roll of your hips, and he springs back into action.

Ralph begins rocking into you. He maintains eye contact at first, when it's gentle and slow, but when his pace and intensity increase, his head moves to the crook of your neck. You hold him to your chest, gasping and moving with his frantic thrusts, until you can't handle it anymore. Your back arches, your eyes close, and pleasure washes over you as Ralph keeps up his inhuman pace. His release soon follows, and he collapses on top of you.

You lie there and stroke his hair absentmindedly, eyelids heavy and body feeling as though it's made of lead.

"Are you alright?" he mumbles.

"I'm alright," you answer, still running your fingers through his hair.

Alright is an understatement. You've never felt better in your life.

You spent the rest of the evening in Ralph Penbury's bed. You skipped dinner, deciding you'd rather consume each other than anything the cooks had prepared tonight. You never wanted to leave him. When you were with him, you felt… happy. Present. Alive. Like life was worth living, and everything was going to be alright.

All your life, you'd felt inadequate somehow. Like you were never quite good enough. Teachers pushing you to get better grades. Your mother nagging you to be more like the other girls. Donald wanting you to…

It hits you like a ton of bricks.

You're engaged.

When you get back to the States in four days, you'll be expected to go home and start planning a wedding.

A wedding to a man you feel nothing for. You'd thought for the longest time that there was something wrong with you. If Donald Andrews is as perfect as everyone says he is, why did you feel nothing for him? Were you broken inside? Were you incapable of love?

A few days with Ralph Penbury had blown that theory out of the water.

You gaze at the boy sleeping on his stomach next to you and try not to cry. He's so beautiful, so kind, so imaginative. He's perfect. But he's not yours. He'll never be yours, because you cannot be his.

What would a sweet person like Ralph want with a lying, unfaithful harlot like you, anyhow?

He opens his eyes and catches you staring. He smiles and stretches.

"Why d'you look so sad?" he asks, eyes barely open.

Do you tell him? Is honesty really the best policy? Do you want to break this poor boy's heart again?

"Our trip is nearly over," you lament, reaching out to smooth his messy hair.

"Doesn't have to be," he yawns, nuzzling his face into the pillow.

How you wish he were right.

"Ralph, in four days, we'll dock in New York. And then you and I will part ways, and go on about our lives."

Sadness flashes through Ralph's eyes.

"But we have four more days," you keep talking, knowing that if he protests, you'll cave. You'll tell him anything he wants to hear. "And I want to spend as much time as I can with you."

Ralph gets a tragic look on his face, like his internal battle is raging as fiercely as yours. "I understand," he eventually says. "I want that too. To be with you, as much as possible. While we still can."

Part of you had been hoping that he'd put up a fight. Beg you to love him, to stay with him, to marry him on this ship tonight and become his forever. And you? You'd have done it, consequences be damned.

But even Ralph, the most romantic person you've ever met, knows that this isn't permanent. You both have lives waiting for you on shore. What if he has someone waiting for him, too?

The thought breaks your heart.

You lean forward for a kiss, hoping that Ralph's magic lips will provide enough healing to get you through the night.

"It's getting late," you sigh when you pull away. His heart's not in it either. "I should probably get back to my room before my aunt beats your door down."

Ralph smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Need help getting back into your two thousand layers of clothing?"

"Yes, please," you answer, leaning over to kiss the tip of his nose.

He helps you back into your clothes, and you help him button his shirt. It's the longest silence you've experienced with him since the night you ruined Victoria's game.

"You don't have to walk me back," you tell him, even though he's already mostly dressed.

"Nonsense," he says, leaning down to tie his shoes. "A lady ought not be wandering alone at nighttime." Your heart pangs with the memory of the night that bonded you, and a tear threatens to spill from the corner of your eye. Why does this have to hurt so much?

Ralph holds up a finger in a wait-one-second gesture and pokes his head out the door. After ensuring that the coast is clear, he reaches for your hand. You take it and step into the hallway.

"There you are!"

Your heads whip toward the shrill voice. Victoria has just rounded the corner, clearly drunk, being supported by Georgina.

"I knew you'd found a strumpet somewhere, but I didn't think it'd be that one," she said, as though you weren't standing there looking right at her.

You don't know what to do, so you stand there, frozen, at Ralph's side.

"I thought you weren't looking for romance," she smirks, turning her attention to you. "Knew you were on the wrong side of that game. But you can't switch sides now! You entered under false princes! Princesses!"

"Pretenses!" Georgina supplies helpfully.

You hazard a glance at Ralph out of the corner of your eye, and your heart plummets through the floor. He looks devastated.

You shake your head, hoping he knows you weren't playing with him. You ruined their game! You ended it the night you exposed Nora on the bench! You saved him from further humiliation! You were with him because you wanted to be!

"She's engaged, you know. To some hayseed back on the farm. She couldn't even afford a first-class ticket on her own. She's a maid for her old aunt. Bet she thought she'd get away with a piece of jewelry and buy her family a house!"

Victoria and Georgina guffaw with laughter, and your heart continues to sink.

"Ralph," you begin, not knowing what to say next.

His eyes fill with tears, and he takes off down the hallway.

"Ralph!" you call, taking a step to go after him. "I can explain!" Victoria and Georgia shift to the side and block your way.

"Oh, look, another game ends with Ralph in tears," Victoria snarks. "What a refreshing change of place."

"Pace," Georgina corrects.

"How do you two sleep at night?" you spit.

"On feather pillows," Victoria smirks. "And you? Under whoever's desperate enough?"

The slap that you land on her face echoes through the hallway. She stares, jaw dropped and handprint blossoming. You stomp past her to look for Ralph.

After the third steward asks if you needed help finding your room, you retreat to it. Aunt Molly is already asleep. You fall into bed, still wearing your clothes, and cry yourself to sleep.

[little-annie]

Licorice Ice Cream | Little_Annie

—--

It was just any other Saturday afternoon in the Forest Hills Trailer Park. Dogs barking, kids screaming, some fat drunk guy laid out on his lawn in nothing but suspiciously stained gitch. It was the furthest thing from nice, but it was familiar.

As was the absolutely sweltering trailer that surrounded Eddie as he laid in a puddle of his own sweat on the kitchen floor. It was the coldest surface he could find, what with the AC dead and any fan in the tin can he called home busted.

Much like the drunk laying on his lawn across the dirt road, Eddie was in his gitch, though, his were perfectly clean, thank you very much. Maybe just a wee bit sweaty is all.

Okay. Ick.

Anyways, gist of the story is: It's summer in Indiana and it's fucking hot.

And Eddie's van is broken down because of course it is, so he can't go anywhere that actually has AC until Wayne gets home and it's not like he's fucking going outside to 'catch a nice breeze' in the meantime. No thank you.

So yeah, Uncle Wayne needs to get home.

Which is in hmmm, t-minus 34 minutes and 26 seconds. You know, according to Eddie's watch, because yes, he's counting down the seconds until he can get out of Satan's literal asshole.

Fuck this Indiana heat, man.

Eddie didn't hate it as much when he was a kid; running through the sprinklers, climbing enormous trees, jumping into the algae ridden quarry, but now?

Now, he despises it. He loathes it.

He'd rather saw off his own dick and throw it to the Owlbear's than suffer another day sweating his nonexistent tits off in this trailer.

But

That's ever so slightly fucked up and really, Eddie loves his dick and could never imagine his life without it. He appreciates it. All however many inches of it. Even though some days it likes to say a 'hello' at some very inopportune times.

Like that time Billy Hargrove grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the lockers.

Or you know literally anytime he actually attended gym class.

Or that one mortifying time he had to get something from Jeff's locker, only to learn Steve Harrington's was directly below it and apparently the man had no concept of personal space. Just said a shy 'scuse me' and dropped to his knees, only to look up at Eddie with pig pretty puppy dog eyes and have the damn audacity to look like that. Fuck. Yeah, Eddie Jr. liked that very much.

Anywho.

He's here, pale, sweaty skin sticking to the lukewarm linoleum and toast crumbs on the kitchen floor, refusing to think about the fact that his Uncle's nasty ass old man feet slap across it every morning when he makes breakfast.

Eddie shudders at the mere thought he was trying to avoid.

Then checks his watch.

32:16 remains

Jesus fuck.

Well, maybe while he's here he can do something productive, like….like count what he can see of his Uncle's coffee mug collection?

Eddie's eyes blur as he wipes sweat from his brow and tries to focus on the ceramics lining the wall across from him.

'CAUTION, be sure BRAIN is engaged before putting MOUTH in gear'

'I'd rather be having a beer!'

'Wyoming. Less people. Less Problems."

'Have a nice poop'

'#1 Dad'

'Life's like a stripper, you can ……

—

Eddie swears he blacked out for a minute because, the next time he opens his eyes, it's to a very amused Uncle Wayne standing above him and a dusty steel toed boot nudging him in the ribs.

Wayne smiles down at him, all sweet with his tobacco stained teeth while he asks, "Wanna go to the mall kid?"

And well, let's just say, if Eddie could move that fast regularly, maybe he wouldn't have had so many 'heart to hearts' with Chief James Hopper over the years about his 'troubled youth' and how it led to his 'drug dealing business.'

Wayne hardly has a chance to suck in a breath after his question before Eddie's barreling down the hall to his room for a change of non-sweaty gitch and clothes.

It's when Eddie's pulling on a pair of black cutoffs that he hears Wayne yell down the hall, "Don't forget pit stick boy! If you've any chance with the men in this town, you least should try not smellin' like Hank's ass!"

Hank being the nearly naked fucker passed out drunk on his lawn across the way.

Eddie can hear Wayne snickering to himself in his old man huff of air way from down the hall as he calls back a laughing, "Fuck you old man!"

Receiving a "Love ya too Ed!" in response.

—

Not twenty minutes later and Eddie finds himself sighing in relief as he enters Starcourt mall. The air's frigid, his skin pricking delightfully into goose flesh with every nonsensical stride he takes.

He has nowhere in mind, purely wandering this cesspool of forced conformity and capitalism for the pure enjoyment of free air conditioning.

Soon enough Wayne finds himself a spot nearest the fountain, a screaming child to his left and a bitchy mother to his right. Though he seems none the wiser as he basks in the delightfulness of cool air around him, tipping his hat low and crossing his hands over his stomach, assuming his position for an apparent public nap.

Crazy old fucker.

Although capitalism is the actual devil and forced conformity is its ugly brother, Eddie can't help but feel the pull in his bones to at least check out the art supply shop.

Sue him. He wants to get more minis to paint for his upcoming campaign.

So that's how Eddie spends his time in the mall. Staring at tiny ceramic figurines, trying to come up with ways he can carve them down or add to them with modelling clay to make them further appear as NPCs from his rapidly building campaign.

Well and if he flirts with the guy behind the counter because he's giving off serious vibes, sue him twice.

It sure didn’t seem like Mr. Blue Eyes With A Pink Hanky in His Left Pocket, minded all that much.

All fluttery lashes and rosie cheeks.

—

The mall's twenty minutes from closing when Eddie goes searching for Wayne.

You'd think it'd be easy to find a 5'11, grumpy looking, old white man wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt in an Indiana mall.

Hah.

Yeah only half the population of said mall.

Much to not Eddie's surprise, Wayne had left his original post, probably in search of food, leaving a much rounder middle aged man to take his previous position.

Though they weren't technically father and son, Eddie can see a lot of himself in Wayne. Especially the constantly hungry and always needing to be moving aside from a fifteen minute power nap side of himself.

So, in order to find Wayne, Eddie just thinks of where his 56 year old self would have wandered off to. Food, being the most likely contender.

There's a steak house on the opposite end of the mall where Wayne could have possibly gone for a beer.

A pizza place where Eddie knows they serve Wayne's favourite pie by the slice daily.

A Diner with arguably the second best milkshakes in town, the first being Benny's on highway 6.

And finally, Scoops Ahoy, the most likely of the candidates.

If Eddie were a 56 year old, grumpy fucker, wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt, who just got off a 12 hour shift, is sweating his balls off, brought his pain in the ass nephew-son to the mall and just woke up from a fountain-side nap, yeah, he'd probably think about being balls deep in some strawberry ice cream too.

To Scoops Ahoy it is!

Trying not to trip on the ample amount of crotch goblins stomping through the mall, Eddie eventually makes his way to the ice cream shop. Seeing Wayne's salt and pepper hair through the front window amongst many other heads, Eddie opts to grab a seat outside due to the frankly sickening amount of patrons inside.

Not five minutes later does Eddie hear a playful shout of his name come from inside. His head snaps up to see Wayne tapping the glass that'd been facing Eddie's back a second ago. There's a calloused finger waving Eddie in as Wayne continues to speak to him through the glass, "I'm at the till kid, ya want anything?"

Um. Yeah. Does a Wererat shit in subterranean tunnel complexes beneath cities?

(The answer is yes. According to the Dungeons & Dragons 1st Edition Monster Manual.)

When Eddie pops his head into the shop it's not nearly as busy as it was a few minutes ago, most patrons probably grabbing a cone and dipping out before the mall closes.

But, to Eddie's surprise, as he reaches the counter, popping over Wayne's shoulder to take a peek at the menu, he sees the most glorious thing to grace this God forsaken planet.

To say Eddie's heart falls out of his ass in that moment is an understatement.

You see, they haven't been to the mall yet this summer, money's been tight, the weather hasn't been unbearable and they have more important things to spend their cash on.

But today, today is a different story. Eddie's sure he would have died of heat exhaustion had he stayed in that damn trailer any longer and both he and Wayne have been working extra shifts to round up some extra coin.

Coin, that they can spend on ice cream.

Coin, that along with Eddie's heart and jaw hit the floor at the site of Steve fucking Harrington in a sailors costume.

Because you see, if it wasn't for today Eddie would have never had the chance to see this. All five foot, eleven inches of pure American standing like a clip out of Playgirl in probably the sluttiest shorts Eddie has ever seen.

Not to mention the tight ass and chiselled thighs to boot.

Eddie's never believed in God, but after today, you might just find him worshipping at the altar or more likely confessing to father about the things Steve Harrington's bare legs are making him feel.

He's gobsmacked. Absolutely flabbergasted. Downright thunderstruck.

And he's definitely not going to go into detail about where his mind has wandered to in the moments he's begun to drool down his chin and hear "I Want to Know What Love Is" by Foreigner play in the background of his preoccupied pea brain.

"Ed."

"Son"

Oh shit.

"Huh?" He gulps, wiping his chin with the bottom half of his copped tank, eyes trying to refocus on the menu and not the Adonis standing with his gams out mere feet away.

"Steve here was asking if you wanted anything."

Eddie grits his teeth and blurts the first thing his eyes land on, "Licorice."

"Cup or cone?" Steve asks sweetly like Eddie's not having to fight off a stiffy by repeating 'dead puppies, Vietnam War, Wayne's had sex before,' like an anti public boner mantra.

"He'll have a cone." Wayne answers for him while crouching to pick up the change Eddie had dropped earlier, pinching his nephew's pale ankle in the process in hopes of bringing him back to life.

"Yep." Eddie agrees dumbly, voice nearly cracking with nerves.

And then for a moment it's definitely worse because fucking Steve 'Ass Sculpted by Michelangelo' Harrington turns around and bends over. Eddie's surprised he doesn't have a coronary. Or his eyes bulge out of his skull. Or he just like, fucking, fuck, he doesn't know, spontaneously combusts or some shit.

What the fuck is life right now?

Then he hears that old man huff of a laugh off to his left. Uncle Wayne.

Eddie's neck nearly breaks at the speed he turns his head to meet the sly smirk of his old man. He's never stared daggers so intensely into Wayne's soul as he is now.

All fire and brimstone and death and 'Jesus christ shut up old man.'

But Wayne continues to huff like the bastard he is.

Fucker.

But like, Eddie still loves him and is eternally grateful for everything the man has done and sacrificed for him over the years, even as he flips him off while the man continues to laugh.

Then there's Steve's buttery smooth voice that breaks him out of his death stare, "Will that be everything?"

Eddie just stares as his eyes finally meet Steve's, or well, actually his lips, but close enough.

God they look good, pink and plush, kissable, fuckable, come-on-able. Oof, Jesus he needs to get out of here.

Eddie's dick twitches behind his denim at the thought and before he can even grab his ice cream, he's fucking hightailing it out of there like a weirdo and squeaking out a pathetic excuse of a "thanks."

A whole minute later Wayne finds Eddie sitting on a bench out of view from the ice cream shop windows, pouting, lip out, brows furrowed and arms crossed. He joins him with a shit eating grin as he chuckles, "The Harrington boy huh?"

"No." Eddie answers defensively and rather quickly, not bothering to spare Wayne a glace.

It's quiet for a moment, then Eddie hears Wayne from beside him, "Didn't know you liked Licorice."

Eddie huffs, taking the cone from Wayne's grasp with a grumbled, "I don't."

[thewalkingwillowtree]

His Fierce Flower

Series Part Listing Found Here

BF2L, Slow Burn - Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Neteyam and Enyu, childhood best friends are both obliviously in love with each other. This is their story.

Important to note before reading:

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam is 23.

En'yuna or Enyu for short (pronounced as N Yunna or N U), is my own creation.

Full recognition, rights and credit is given to the owners of Avatar.

~

PART 10 - The Talk

Neteyam was waiting for her when she returned that afternoon from her day of harvest.

They didn’t actually end up napping the day away as planned, but instead agreed to go flying that evening since he already did have important plans he'd forgotten about, and she had to make up for the day of harvest she'd missed out on. 

Fingers intertwined, and without a care of the one or two early morning, nosy onlookers, he had walked her back to her tent that morning. 

Both lingering at the threshold, he had made her promise him she would eat breakfast before leaving for the day. 

And, unable to help himself when she tried to head in, he stopped her by tugging her flush against him, pulling their joint hands behind his back- fingers locked with each of hers. 

Fronts pressed intimately together, Enyu had to tilt her head all the way back in order to see his face, while he stared down at her- mirth dancing in his eyes at the blush tinting her cheeks. 

“Am I still your best friend? Do you love me again?” he had asked seriously.

“Hmmm… I don’t think I ever stopped,” she had responded, a lazy grin spreading across her face. 

'Gosh she really must have been drunk off his touch,' she’d thought. 'She was acting ridiculous.' If Spider or Kiri or Lo'ak were around, they’d have said that she and Neteyam were being, “disgustingly gross.”

Neteyam had crowded her till her back met a tent’s beam as he leaned over to press his nose into her cheek, his lips hovering dangerously close to the corner of her mouth. And, being the affection glutton that she was, Enyu tiptoed, if only to get a little bit closer. 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” she’d nodded through pursed lips, feeling stupidly silly at her body’s reactions to him. Enyu had turned and kissed his chin sweetly- just because, giggling like a ridiculous teen when he refused to let her go as she tried to pull away. 

They had eventually separated when they saw two of her roommates exit the tent. Väriä of course, had scoffed and rolled her eyes, while Hvatia blushed furiously at the pair before scurrying off with her bow in hand behind the other woman. 

For the entire day, Enyu spent it by switching between two competing emotions. She either had a dreamy grin across her lips as she thought about Neteyam's kisses and intimate affections and what they could possibly mean… or she had a worried frown clouding her face whenever she tried to figure out what he possibly had to say to explain his outrageous behaviour the other day. 

When she returned that afternoon to find him sitting outside his tent, she beamed. She had missed him. 

“Hey- aha- hey now, behave. Let me just drop off my bag,” she told him, batting away his hands when he’d instantly snatched her into his arms the second she’d been within reach. 

He flicked her with his tail playfully as she passed him and, fangs on display, the smile Neteyam gave her made her tummy swoop.

Enyu felt like a giggling fool while walking towards the ikran enclosures with her best friend. His touchy feely, almost giddy disposition was doing all sorts of things to her. 

Truth be told, she’d missed being this happy… She’d missed him. 

Last night, after their cry fest and then this morning after their- well, what does one call what they did that morning? Cuddling? No. She wasn't imagining things, it was way more than that... 

Whatever it was though, Enyu decided not to overthink it. She had her best friend back and that was all that mattered to her. Right?

She wouldn’t lie when she said that with this new change in their relationship, she definitely was not complaining… these new touches, caresses, kisses… they had her feeling all sorts of feelings she'd never felt before. 

But she also wasn’t all that stupid, she knew she needed answers first before she could even begin to evaluate or comprehend what was happening between them. So she decided not to question it. 

For now, she was going to go with the flow.

~

The wind whipped through her hair as they glided through the air, colours of the sky changing ever slowly. Day turning into night. 

Enyu’s screech echoed around the valley they flew through, loud gleeful yelps encouraging the speed Xalkan had increased. Flying had always been an incredible feeling to her. 

Leaning back into the safety of her best friend's arms, she greedily consumed the beauty of Pandora, face stretching tight with a grin at the sights that left her speechless every time. 

Xalkan, Neteyam’s ikran soared them high up, twisting and turning, swooping low through branches. 

Enyu adjusted her visor and tilted her head against Neteyam’s shoulder to smile up at him. He however, grinned mischievously and wrapped his arm tighter around her, charging Xalkan on to move them faster. 

The mountain banshee looped high up, twirling them around, flipping them sideways- left, right, upside down! 

Laughing and crying out in a mixture of both fear and excitement, Enyu squealed, enjoying every moment of it all.  

As the sky grew darker, glowing with purplish and greenish hues, they glided smoothly for some time, the cool breeze kissing their skin gloriously. 

Eventually, Neteyam guided them over to the top of a massively high tree. Its branches were so long and wide, it reminded Enyu of how her grandmother had once described Hometree to her. 

The moment Xalkan landed gracefully on the upper part of the trunk, Neteyam leaped down to the branch below, disconnected his queue and then reached up to lift her down. Then the banshee immediately flew off, leaving them alone. 

They explored the tree, climbing through the impressive maze of branches, chatting idly about this and that. 

He told her excitedly how Tuk lost another baby tooth, followed by a rather dramatic retelling of his latest hunt. While she told him about Väriä’s unexpected apology to her, to which Neteyam only hummed at, without comment. 

They teased and bickered with each other, racing through the branches and pulling at each other’s tails like they did when they were children. 

It was fun, and refreshing to be so carefree. 

Reaching to one of the higher boughs, a wide and long landing, they settled down- feet dangling over the ledge as they admired the view before them. 

The glowing stretch of forest was lush and alive. Woodspirits fluttered all around, basking them in a warm comforting glow. 

Enyu brushed past her nervousness and broke the silence between them. “I think this is the part where you explain everything, 'Tey,” she said softly, holding her breath a little. 

Neteyam pursed his lips. Demeanour tuning to one of seriousness, he nodded in agreement. “Yeah…I think so too...”

Taking a deep breath, he stared unseeingly at the scenery before them. 

“That night that I had training with my parents… Spider and my siblings were attacked.” 

“What?” she exclaimed in whispered horror, her eyes widening, ears twitching in alarm.

“They went exploring at the old shack and spotted some RDA Avatars. Lo’ak called it in and when we got there-” Neteyam’s jaw ticked and his tail thrashed. "When we got there, Quaritch had gotten his hands on them.” 

“Quaritch? Who tried to kill your dad Quaritch? Spider’s father Quaritch? But I thought he was dea-” 

“I don’t know how either… not like it matters anyway. He's here now, in an Avatar’s body. That night was a close call… too close. It was so stupid- and they had taken Tuk with them!” he gritted out, in quiet anger. 

“If we hadn’t gotten there when we did, I don’t even want to know what would’ve happened… Quaritch was hunting my dad… and now that he knows he has a family, he’s going to come after us too. He’s vicious and out for revenge. He said he’s not going to stop looking for us- that he wants blood.” 

Enyu was speechless. Body seized in shock and fear she kept silent as she listened to him speak.

“Spider said the lunatic figured out that he’s his son… and if my mom hadn’t gone back for him, the kid would be gone right now.” He tried to swallow a bubble of emotion. “I thank Eywa that we got there when we did. The look on Tuk’s face that night… I’m just glad that she’s so resilient.” 

Neteyam turned to Enyu with a sorrowful smile, he seemed to be having a hard time keeping himself together. "It was terrifying Enyu... I- I truly thought we were going to lose them."

“Oh, Eywa… Neteyam, I'm so sorry... Are they all okay? No one was hurt, right? Kiri! That cut on her neck… It all makes so much sense now." 

Mind frantically trying to process everything he said, Enyu couldn't imagine how terrifying that night must have been- she wanted to hug and comfort them all right there and then. 

And poor Spider! 

"They're all okay now… Spider... it's- he's tough. I'm surprised at how he's taken it all, honestly... Lo'ak's- Lo'ak. Like dad says, he just seems to get tougher whenever shit hits the fan. Tuk's doing better, had a few nightmares but she seems alright otherwise and I know Kiri likes to put on a brave face… but we both know when she's hurting."

"Why didn’t you just tell me, Neteyam? You and your family had a traumatic experience. I- you know I would’ve understood.” 

“I know... I know you would’ve and I was going to. Honest…” He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “That night I returned, I was just pissed off at the whole situation and I was a dick to you. I’m sorry Enyu. It was a lot happening… and Kiri and Tuk were a mess- I needed to be there for them. I was going to tell you the next day but- but then...” 

Head hung and unable to meet her eyes, he fiddled with his fingers. 

He couldn’t do it... He couldn’t tell her…

“Neteyam?” Reading him all too easily, Enyu squeezed his knee comfortingly. Whatever it was, it was eating him up. “What is it?” 

As if it were all too much and his memories were stifling him, he got up and walked a few steps away. 

Alarmed, Enyu watched as her friend tried to get his emotions in check, watched as he ripped his visors off and rubbed the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache, watched as the usual all composed Neteyam paced and fidgeted.

“The attack, that’s just part of it all… There’s- there’s something else. The main thing that made me-” He couldn’t look at her. 

“Okay… you can tell me,” she assured gently.

“My parents- well dad really, decided that since Quaritch and his men are after our family- and for the safety of the clan... we’re going to leave.”

A long beat of silence passed through them.

“Leave…” she repeated in confusion, stomach sinking in dread.

“Yes… Leave. My family is leaving the clan. My parents said they’re going to make the official announcement at tomorrow’s convene. Dad’s already spoken to the council and the ceremony for the new Olo'eyktan will be held the day aft-” 

“Wait, wait- ceremony? New Olo'eyktan? How did we even get there?” She got to her feet quickly and stumbled towards him. “Neteyam- wha- I... I don't understand. You said your family is leaving? To go, where?! And- and when are you going to come back? You’re not making any sense right now! And if I'm being honest, you're kind of freaking me out.” She was doing what she knew best- panicking. 

Neyetam stared at her wistfully for a few seconds, then said in a strained voice, “That’s just it, Flower. I don’t think we are- coming back that is… We’re going to seek Uturu with the Metkayina clan.” 

Enyu flinched and stepped back as if he’d slapped her. She felt tears sting her eyes and a lodge form in her throat. She’d always known that she was an emotional Na’vi but this past week alone had just taken its toll on her. And now here she was once again.

“Uturu?” she whispered, incredulously, her ears tilting downwards, tail gone limp. “So what- that's it, then? You are leaving just like that? No- no conversation, no input from anyone else. Just- just pack up and leave? For good? Forever?” She stared at him, slowly shaking her head in complete disbelief. 

“It’s to protect the clan Enyu! Believe me, at first I didn’t get it and I was so angry with my parents. But now I do. It’s a sacrifice! Our duty! And yes I do hate it but it’s the best thing we can do for the clan- to protect them! To protect you!” 

“Oh what a load of bullshit!” she screamed, quoting one of Jake’s famous swears. She was getting angry now. How dare he? “I know you don't actually believe all of that. I know you. I know you better than I know myself, Neteyam Sully. You’d want to stay here and fight! You’d want to find another way around all of this. Not runaway!” 

“Well I don’t exactly have a choice in the matter right now okay, En’yuna!” he shouted back at her, just as angrily. “Why do you think I was so distant, huh? Huh?” He rounded on her, invading her space. “I found out that I am going to lose everything I know and love just like that!” He snapped his finger. “Everything that I've worked toward, gone! My rank, gone! My people, gone! My home, my team, my memories, my- My Flower.” He hissed her nickname as if it were a curse.

Neteyam glared at her now. “I realized that I was going to lose you, Enyu! Do you know what that did to me? I’ll admit that I was blinded by my fear and anger and I acted like a piece of shit. I thought if I just bit the bullet and cut ties with you it would be easier. Clearly I was stupid! I couldn't eat or sleep- I felt like I couldn’t breathe! All I ended up doing was hurting the both of us. I hurt you, Enyu, and I will never forgive myself for it!” 

He had frustrated tears in his eyes now. “If those few days apart taught me anything, it is that you are like a drug to me. You’ve consumed me- wormed your way and embedded yourself into every nook and cranny of my being and now- now I have to give you all up. I didn't choose this! I don't want this! What the hell am I supposed to do without you by my side?” 

With a growl, he looked away from her- she was sobbing, bitterly. She had tossed her visor off and the tears that were rolling down her flushed cheeks, broke his heart- he was hurting her all over again. 

Shaking his head he continued in a softer tone, “I figured that, since I couldn’t live without you, it- well I figured it might’ve maybe been the same for you. So I wanted to make sure that you’d be okay without me... That day you saw me arguing with Väriä, I- I threatened to report her to the council. Made her own up to the fact that she was purposely palming off her work- taking advantage of you. She confessed to everything and I told her she needed to get her act together and to leave you alone. Not- I obviously wasn’t nice about it and I’m sorry that she took it out on you.” 

So he was the reason she apologized.

The more Neteyam spoke, the more pissed off she got. He was talking to her like he had it all figured out.

“My grandmother, she’s going to be staying. I asked her to make sure that you remember to eat, check in on you from time to time... I knew about your bow lessons with Lo’ak, so I asked your roommate, Hvatia, to offer you lessons when we leave. And I- ” he blew out a puff of air and scratched his forehead, “I threatened that fool, Yaćksön, to stop his stalling and become official already. You never said anything but I knew it was bothering you. I could tell he was getting under your skin.” 

Silence prickled the air once again and Neteyam shot Enyu a worried look. Her face was blank, save the tears that still continued to fall.

Realizing that he’d gotten too worked up and feeling antsy from her silence he sighed and continued in an even softer tone. “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to yell before, okay? This all just really sucks and-” 

He shook his head unable to continue- his own tears blurring his eyes as he felt that stab of the impending farewell in his chest. Their bickering was one thing, but he hated fighting with her, he didn’t want to do that anymore. They already didn’t have much time left together.

“Please say something,” he pleaded, stepping closer to her, willing her to look at him, his hands reaching out to her. 

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed angrily, slapping his hands away. “What do you expect me to say to all of that, Neteyam?”

“Enyu. I'm sorry,” he apologized, frowning at her as if she were a wild animal. 

She was livid.

“No! Tell me! What do you want me to say? You chose NOT to talk to me! You cut me out instead. You ended us because YOU were leaving. You're the one that's leaving me! You- you’re such an ass. Väriä, Yaćksön, Hvatia, your grandmother?! What in Eywa’s name was all of that, huh? You figured you’d just what? Fix all my problems- hire a babysitter to feed me and then what? I wouldn’t notice that you’d be gone? I am not a child! You don’t make my decisions for me!” She knew that she was sounding petulant now but she didn't care. He was breaking her heart all over again. He was leaving her for good. "How dare you!"

“Flower…” She smacked his chest with her palms as he inched forward. It didn’t deter him though, he kept coming closer, invading her space, gripping her biceps as she thrashed in his hold.

“No! Stop! Let me go!”

Enyu was shrieking and sobbing inconsolably, hitting and pushing at his chest as she yelled curses at him. 

Despite this, Neteyam crushed her to him, hugging her fiercely. One arm anchored around her waist, the other- palm gripping the back of her neck as he murmured soft, soothing apologies. 

Their position reminded him of the day he’d gotten wounded. The day he’d hugged her then too, trying to soothe her anger. 

“I just got you back, ‘Tey! I just got you back! And now you’re breaking me all over again!” she wailed hysterically, still trying to push him away. 

But he didn't budge- only pulled her closer.

When she eventually exhausted herself from trying to break free, Enyu sagged against his chest, continuing to weep pitifully. She felt so drained, so tired, so defeated. Lack of food and sleep- her constant crying the past few days, it was all catching up to her.

Her bitter sobs broke his heart. Neteyam hugged her tighter- held her as his own tears fell. And all the while, he chanted in her ear, cooing his apologies softly, over and over again. 

“I know, Flower. I know. I'm sorry. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

~

Tears no longer flowing, Enyu’s sobs had finally died down. Hiccupping and sniffling every now and again, she’d turned quiet. Too quiet.

Sometime during her breakdown, Neteyam had moved them into a seated position. He leaned against a thick branch with Enyu placed between his propped up thighs. Arms wrapped up around her, he hugged her from behind- chin and nose brushing against her temple comfortingly, thankful she had stopped pushing him away.

Enyu's knees were drawn to her chest as she numbly stared out at the forest, mind working through all she’d been told. 

The sounds of the wildlife, the cooling breeze and the smell of the Na'vi wrapped around her, calmed her somewhat. She was finally thinking rationally again. 

“‘Tey…” she croaked.

He perked up at the sound of her voice. “Enyu,” he whispered, breath tickling the hairs at her temple.

“When are we leaving?” 

His brow crinkled at her phrasing of the question but he answered anyway. “My family leaves the day after tomorrow. After the ceremony.”

“Okay then,” she responded simply, her voice still a bit raw from all her crying.

“Flower?” He peered over her shoulder to see her face better. 

“You’re a right skxawng if you think you’re going to migrate and just leave me here. I just got you back and I refuse to give you up again. And forever? Never... I am going with you.” Enyu held a 'no nonsense and that’s final' look upon her face.

Tilting her body sideways so that he could see all of her better and with a firm shake of his head he said, “No.” 

“No?” she scoffed. “This is my choice. You can’t tell me no,” she said defiantly, nose sniffing. 

“Well I just did, Enyu... Don’t push me right now.” He was eerily serious, giving her one of his “try me and you’ll find out” stares. “Did you not hear everything I just said? We are doing this for the protection of the clan. My family is leaving and you will stay here, where it is safe. Do you understand me?”

“No, I do not understand you! You told me last night that you would die without me and we were only separated for TWO DAYS, Neteyam. Two days! You think I didn't feel the same way? And now you’re telling me that you’re leaving- for an indefinite amount of time and that I have to stay here? Without you? No.” She twisted even further between his thighs, kneeling now so that they were at eye level- eyes flashing menacingly, hands balled at her side. “I am going with you.” 

“Oh Eywa!" he prayed in a frustrated manner- glancing up to the sky as if asking the Great Mother to help him, then back to her. “En’yuna. Would you listen to me, woman? It is not safe! I’m trying to protect you here,” he spewed through gritted teeth, trying to reason with her.

Getting tired of their conversation, she shot back, “Well that’s just stupid then! How are you going to protect me if you’re not here? Hmm?”

“You don't know what you're saying. This is your home. You’ll be leaving it for probably the rest of your life. Are you really willing to give it all up?” 

“Are you really willing to give me up? For the rest of your life?” He froze at her words. "Because I'm not! I am not willing to give you up, you ass." She gestured to the vast forest before them. “This- it’s not my home...”

When her palms flattened on the hard panes of his chest, he automatically gripped her wrists, trying to anchor his emotions. 

“You… you are my home, Neteyam… So please don’t make me beg. We don't have to make this so difficult. Just- just take me with you, okay? I go, where you go.” 

Desperate, she climbed into his lap, palms slipping up his neck to pleadingly grip his nape, fingers tangling with the hairs there. 

“All you have to do is say yes,” she said, smiling sadly, shaking him a little. “Please, just say yes.”

Neteyam blinked at the woman before him in awe. Was he really that blind all along? Was he really that dumb? He’d always known he loved Enyu- they were best friends after all... but how did he not realize before that he was head over heels, obsessively, world shatteringly, madly in love with her?! 

During their time apart, his family acted as if they wanted nothing to do with him anymore, even Tuk who’d refused to show him her new lost tooth was short with him. They loved Enyu and he’d hurt her. He didn’t blame them for hating his guts. 

Lo’ak had even knocked the shit out of him, causing their father to have to physically pry his raging brother off of him. Lo’ak had flung curses and hisses at him, telling him that he was an idiot and that he would lose Enyu for good- that she’d end up right in the arms of a shit like Yaćksön if he didn’t pull his head out of his ass. 

Then, a few months back, Kiri had told him all about the night Tuk begged Enyu for a baby. Their baby. At the time, he laughed it off, kids always said silly things… 

But during their time apart, he had done a lot of thinking. He missed her… he felt like he was grieving the loss of her. Enyu consumed his thoughts and more than enough times to count as a coincidence, he couldn’t help but picture a little blue tailed Na’vi baby with his eyes and her temper. 

Eywa, did that sound so amazing to him. 

In truth, he wasn’t ever ready to part ways with her… He knew he had to do what was necessary for her protection and he was willing to do so, but now here she was- so fiercely fighting for them to stay together, so determined to stay by his side. 

And he loved her even more for it.

It opened his eyes to what he’d already been feeling, what was already there and embedded deep inside him. 

Neteyam wanted Enyu for himself, she was his. 

Never would he be so stupid to let her slip from his fingers, again. He already lost so much time with her, yet he knew right then and there he wanted more. 

Neteyam wanted forever.

Fingers crawling up the sides, to the backs of her thighs, he gripped her firmly and lifted. He leaned back a bit more and tugged her to sit on his stomach instead- away from a certain growing member. 

Eywa, it’s like he had no self control around her anymore! He just got her back and he didn't want to scare her away so soon. 

“Yes.” 

“Wha- Yes?” she repeated, to confirm if she’d heard right, her smile growing wider- happier, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.

Neteyam wanted to kiss that damn bottom lip right there and then, but held back. That mouth of hers would be the death of him.

“Yes, Flower,” he said, smiling at her beaming face. "Yes."

~

What a rollercoaster this part was! Sheesh!

So....I may put out a poll or two to get some feedback about the upcoming chapters of this fic. I've never written smut before but I'm willing to try if that's something y'all will be interested in for Tey and Enyu.

Also I'm thinking of diverging from the original plotline and keeping them with the Omatikaya clan.

Got a lot to think about really.

But anyhoo, as always lovelies:

I'm sorry if there were any errors.

Please reblog, like and let me know if you enjoyed it in the comments :)

Take care for now.

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Western Disney AU: At the Stables by friend Levi

Being in the Wild West only meant adventure, or that's what someone would assume. Gunslingers and all sorts, but not in this little town. The folk there were far too friendly, though that never stopped chaos from brewing.

The sun peeked in through the windows and onto Lampwick's drooling face, snoring away without worries. Suddenly, a little girl barged in with an irritated expression. He was supposed to get up earlier to help his sister with the chores while their mother was busy. Unfortunately, he had no plans of getting up any time soon.

"Hey! Lampwick!" she yelled.

He jolted awake and looked around in alarm.

"Huh..? Is there school today?" he'd yawn.

"No, you big oaf! You were meant to be getting the groceries by now!"

He'd scratch his head before snapping his fingers.

"My bad! I totally forgot!"

Rushing to get dressed, he ran around to get some bread for his breakfast and a basket to place all the shopping. Before anyone could complain, he was already out the door. On his way to town, he recognised some familiar faces that were already up and about. The townsfolk tended to their business in the distance, but he easily got sidetracked, changing course to stop by the horses at the stable nearby. He couldn’t resist the urge to bother them.

Waiting for him on his path was a pretty girl from the native tribe that they often did trades with. She glanced around as she kicked a pebble, huffing impatiently as if she was waiting for someone. He was surprised she was wandering about like this, but was pleased to see her.

"Tigerlily! Great day for mischief, right?" he called out with a snicker.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a giggle.

"You on your way to bother the horses again? One of these days they're gonna knock you out!" she exclaimed back.

He approached her, grinning as he usually does.

"What're you doing around here? Did ya miss me or something?"

Her cheeks turned slightly pink at the comment, rolling her eyes despite the fact he was right. But she wasn't going to admit that. He'd tease her for the rest of her life.

“In your dreams!” she’d scoff. “I’m only here to wait for Peter and then I’m going to pick up a few things for my dad. The usual checkup on our trades and stuff.”

He cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms with a playful chuckle.

“How heartbreaking. Thought you actually wanted to see me.”

“If you keep saying that, I’ll assume that you’re the one who’s seeking me out.”

He’d raise his hands to surrender, running out of retorts to throw her way.

“Fine fine. I’ll stop teasing ya.”

The pair shared a familiar warm smile with each other. They had been friends for a while, when Lampwick’s mother, Carina, would visit the friends she had made as a saloon girl in the past. The two troublemakers would often mess around and crack jokes, often bothering the adults around them with their antics.

“Anyways, where is Peter? Doesn’t he come to look at the stables around this time?” Lampwick inquired.

“He asked me to get him a wooden practice gun, and I was hoping to see him to discuss more details about it. But I’m getting bored sticking around here”, Tigerlily would sigh before the auburn haired boy nudges her.

“Let’s go have some fun! We can put our duties on hold for a little bit. Nobody will know!”

“Hmmm… I don’t know… You said that last time and my dad ended up lecturing me for an entire hour once I got back home.”

“Come on! We can get groceries for me and do your trade stuff while we roam around. I’ve been itching to do something entertaining”, he grinned, which was enough to sway her into playing along with his plan.

“Alright, you’ve got me convinced. What type of shenanigans did you have in mind?”

He’d wrap his arm around Tigerlily, making her heart skip a beat from the sudden closeness. Of course, he was too oblivious to notice how flustered she was, and she was rather good at pretending she wasn’t.

He started dragging her to the stable of one of the most ferocious horses… Tinkerbell. She was infamous for her stubbornness, driving away any potential buyers. Despite that, it was said this Arabian mare could run so fast it was like she could fly, much like a fairy. Though she had often thrown her riders off her back whenever she was irritated, making her rather dangerous. Tigerlily’s eyes widened in disbelief and looked at him with a mix of concern and intrigue.

“Isn’t this that horse that Peter wanted to get for himself?” she asked.

“It is in fact that horse. I’ve no interest in getting one as you already know. But… We can have a bit of a bet while nobody is looking.”

“What sort of bet?”

He’d check the area and his surroundings, to ensure they won’t be caught. He knew he’d get grounded if his mother found out about this. In the corner was a block of hay to feed the horses, and he hastily took two handfuls of it before placing some in Tigerlily’s hand.

“I bet Tinkerbell will accept my hay!” he exclaimed.

She smirked at his cockiness and held her head high.

“I see how it is. Well, I bet she’ll accept mine first!”

“Oh really? Then how about this. Loser has to eat hay like a horse.”

“You’re on!”

The two fist bumped to solidify this deal before turning back to the uninterested mare. Lampwick fearlessly stepped forward with a confident beaming smile and shoved the clump of dried grass towards her snout. Tinkerbell snorted and sniffed him, but she didn’t dare take a bite. It’s as if she knew he was up to no good. She simply turned her back on him, swishing her tail around almost sassily.

“Doesn’t look like your smile charmed her at all”, Tigerlily teased.

That simple statement was enough to fuel his competitive behaviour. He stuck his hand into her stable, trying desperately to get her attention.

“Hello!? C’mon, Tinkerbell! Don’t be like this! I don’t wanna eat this straw!” he begged.

All the ruckus aggravated her, causing her to neigh loudly which alarmed them. She spun around and snapped at Lampwick, causing him to yelp and fall onto his behind. He groaned in pain as his companion howled with laughter.

“Haha very funny”, he scowled.

Feeling gratified, what worry Tigerlily had washed away. She calmly and carefully presented the hay to an upset Tinkerbell, awaiting what she’d do. At first, the mare was sceptical, glaring at the petite native girl. But she sensed her sincerity, and she was rather peckish. She slowly extended her neck and took a nibble of the hay, then she turned her back to them again. Lampwick’s mouth went agape, unable to process the fact he just lost.

“What!? How!?”

Tigerlily cackled and clapped in amusement. She dumped the hay onto his lap and crossed her arms.

“Eat up. You must be hungry.”

He grimaced, reluctantly picking up a strand and let it hover in front of his lips. He closed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, shoving it in his mouth and swallowing as fast as he could. The taste was ghastly, like the driest leaves in the world with a strong aftertaste of soil. It made him gag, and the regret had him wishing he just left for the groceries.

The End

[stardustsea]

you get one of each because i'm stalling reading tsc and also trying to figure out how to make breakfast

fmk, would you rathers, or have you evers!

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

ask me anything about a fandom, character, or ship (unpopular opinions!)

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

ask me about my headcanons! (be specific!)

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

make me choose?? (between anything!)

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

tell me about your crushes (tumblr + real life!)

when i was a junior in high school i went to a football game with a girl and it was cold on account of being night time and she let me wear her jacket. we never ended up going out or anything but i think that was peak romance and it ruined me for all other people forever probably

rec me stuff! (films, books, shows, clothing shops, anything!)

i have been absolutely VIBING the fuck out of the new glass animals single it's called creature in heaven and i adore it so much

ask me for recs! (^^^)

all time favorite lego set ?

vent to me! tell me about your day, what are you looking forward to??

vibing in my pajamas because i'm still lowkey devestated about leafs hockey but we r powering through. perhaps i will acquire a little treat for stars tn

what you’re thinking about/doing right now!

what i Should be doing is putting my standing desk together so i don't have to work hunched over like a gremlin all day but instead i think i will watch the new movie adaption of a john green book that came out on max this week because unfortunately that weird old man has the same chokehold on me that he did when i was 16 you know how it is

talk to me about anything!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

go read tsc i wanna talk about it 😭 but i love you

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

changing fmk to hug-befriend-push into pool bc otherwise the answer is none for any but: hug alex, befriend luke (i have to bully him i HAVE to), push reggie into pool (lovingly, i think he'd enjoy it)

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

hmmm was gonna say one but it wouldn't be that hard to get some kind of rainbow colored accessory so 7

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

i've jumped off many boats into water! usually in the middle of lakes. i've also been scuba diving mildly far out into ocean

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

love her dearly! we all know i'm a buddie truther 'til i die but bucktommy has been so fun to watch and i'll be sad when it ends

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

hmm idk how niche this is but i'll die on the hill that he's not nearly as bad with general touching from people as some of the fandom seems to think he is

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

aaaaaaaaa at beginning of this season i would've said kraken and i'm still kinda leaning that way but ask me again when kraken are done making offseason moves

all time favorite lego set ?

i really enjoyed the succulents and little plants ones!

bonus things

that is a fun song. i'm also still in my pajamas if that helps. enjoy turtles!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

have had a very lazy morning/afternoon. too lazy perhaps. but i might try to go look for shorts at target today

[mons-immortalium-if]

Hmmm, Nox 🤤 all his kinks~ just wanna do it like🐰 what would he do if mc were to tell him "you can have me, as many times as you want but first you have to catch me" and runs away, looking over their shoulder with mischief in their eyes.

Ah, I see what you’re going for, anon, but it might not be exactly what you hoped for because of his particular ✨curse✨. This would only work very early on, before he’d actually care for the MC even a little bit.

He’d be both amused and a little annoyed that the bratty human thinks he needs to chase after anyone for sex, and it could go either way from there. Depending on his mood, he might either let MC run off and not move a muscle to follow… or pin down MC with his shadows to the nearest surface in mere seconds. He’d be really cocky about it too. “You’re mine now, little human!”. He’d make it his mission to fuck MC so thoroughly until the only thing they could think about is the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of them, his cum leaking from all their holes, his presence signed all over their body. He’d make sure that from then on, MC runs to him for more, not away.

MC should also really be more careful with the deals they make since there was no time limit on that offer, and oh, he will come to collect his prize at the most unexpected of times - ‘as many times as he wants’ after all - as a little punishment for the audacity. They could all be having breakfast one day and he'd just sit up and sling MC over his shoulder and offer to take them right there on the table with everyone present if they complain too much. But once their bond happens and the curse is still going strong… not gonna lie, he’d be absolutely terrified of the concept of hunting down MC, even if just pretend, and he’d be convinced MC has an actual death wish. Even after the curse is broken he’d not really be in the mood after being reminded of it.