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rebelscums · 5 months ago

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Angel (Qimir x Jedi reader)

Part One of Angel

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: After the death of your master you begin to question the dark side and just who keeps appearing in your dreams…

The ringing in your head only grew as you opened your eyes. Your vision was blurry, but you knew that you were hanging from something… You drained your neck up to realize that it was a tree. You were stripped bare from your robes and something dropped slowly down your forehead past your nose… Blood.

“Master?” Your voice cracked as you called out to her.

The air felt thick and the smell of blood grew stronger, but you could hear her to your right.

“You must whisper, my padawan.” She whispered in the same predicament you were in, “It is hunting.”

“What is?” You whispered confused, hurt, and you knew you had a concussion, “What is going on?”

“They betrayed us and now they are offering us to the beast they fear from this jungle. It has already taken the other. We must remain vigilant and strong as we find a way out of us.”

You looked around, the moonlight brightening the forest floor just enough to see all of the blood and bones scattered everywhere.

Hours had passed as you both struggled to get out of your bindings without falling to the ground. You realized quickly that the tribe you were trying to help had drugged you heavily making it even harder to escape.

With the luck of the force, your master unblinded herself and swung over to one of the large branches on your tree.

“Stay still.” She requested as she began to untie your bindings, “Once you are free we will make a run towards the north river. Our shop is just across the river.”

“Okay.” You whispered as you began to feel the rope loosen.

“Almost…” Master Runh went to untie the rope. You were almost free… Almost.

It was so quick that you could barely see it grab your master between its large jaws and drag her down to the forest floor. Her screams echoed throughout the night as she yelled over and over…

“Run!”

Tears streamed down your face as you watched her get torn apart. Struggling to free the last not so you could help her… Save her… You needed to save her. You were so close.

“Master!” You cried out as her final breath left her body and through your tears you saw something or was it someone standing beside the beast over your dead master just watching you…

You jolted awake in your room with a startled gasp. It took you a moment for your brain to let you know that you were safe and it was only a dream, but but the wetness on your cheeks had let you know that you had been crying.

You quickly wiped your tears and went to the fresher to compose yourself. It had been a couple hours since you have been in hyper drive and you knew you would arrive to the next planet soon.

That means you had a bit of time to talk about your dream to Master Sol… Maybe he would have an answer for the mysterious figure.

“Master Sol.” You drew his attention away from the map he was looking at from where he sat at a table.

His tired eyes were now trained on you, a calm look on his face as he greeted you with a smile. He was an ever present and diligent master and you silently thought of how lucky Jecki was.

You have been missing master Runh dearly these days. She was a great master, someone that you could count on for anything. She was wise, and strong, and brave too… She aided and guided you as you grew up, leading you down the path of the Jedi. You were grateful to her for everything she has done for you. You believed in what it meant to be a Jedi.

Until she was killed a few months ago.

It wasn’t her fault, the two of you were betrayed and sold out by the tribe you were trying to help… It shook you to your core, leaving you with nightmares and sleepless nights. You could still hear her screams, see her body be torn to shreds by that horrible beast… A beast you barely ran away from with your life.

You remember it’s sharp claws digging into your right side, leaving you with a painful reminder of that night.

That was when the urges of darkness started to rise. A growing pain that settled in the pit of your stomach and rose to your throat almost like a scream. Your calm temper had grown shorter these days and with no other master willing to take you in during your last few months of training as you were too old and they were looking for someone with a more pliable mind.

You remember scoffing as you stood in the council room, an annoyed look suddenly spreading across your face. Not one free master would take you in so you could pass your trials. You almost threw a chair at the weak minded fools.

That was until you were placed in the care of Master Sol. He had graciously stepped up and offered to take you under his wing along with his current padawan. Master Runh was a dear friend of his and he refused to let her padawan be casted out.

“Yes?” He asked.

“My anger towards what happened to my master…” Your voice lowered into almost a whisper, “I feel as though it is getting worse.”

His gaze turned concerned as he lowered his voice, “I know what have you experience has been painful, but rage will only lead to the dark side. It was not your fault young padawan and I know that you will overcome this tragedy with great strength.”

“Thank you master, but my dreams…” You shivered as you remember them so vividly, “It’s always the same every night, but last night was different… It felt as if my master was warning me of someone.” You whispered, “There was…” A dark figure standing above my masters body.

My explanation was cut short as his former padawan butted into the conversation, “We’re nearly there. I was hoping you and I could talk before we go find Master Torbin?” Osha asked master Sol.

A torn look spread across his face as he tried to choose who he wants to help more… The sinking feeling in your gut at him looking back at Osha sealed your fate.

He started to say, “Maybe we could…” continue this another time.

It was the same thing you heard before and you raised your hand to stop him, “It’s alright. I should probably go get ready anyways.” You stood up from your seat and Osha quickly took your place.

“Another time.” He said again, an urgency in his voice.

You didn’t spare him another glance as you walked away, “Sure.” You knew you wouldn’t talk about it again.

You thought back to the figure in your dream as you followed after the group. Yord fell into step with you as he kept a watchful eye out.

“Your lost in thought.” He mentioned which seemed to work in snapping you out of your daze.

“I’m just worried for master Torbin.” You lied and a part of you hated the feeling, but you felt that it was necessary to keep the figure to yourself for now. At least until you can find out more about it.

“Mae has already killed Master Indara.” You continued, “Who knows what she is capable of.”

“The Jedi do not judge someone we do not know.” He said and his words twisted a not in your heart, “But I am confident that we will get to him in time.” He glanced at you, “There is no need to worry.”

His confidence made you cringe. How could I not worry when there was a Jedi killing assassin on the loose? Is no one here concerned? You thought.

It was safe to say that Jord’s plan to confront the mystery man was stupid.

“Or we skip that and she just talks to him.” Jecki said, “If he’s Mae’s accomplice, we can send her in. She can talk to him and we can record and monitor the conversation that way we have a lead on Mae plus we also get a confession from him. Seems like the most logical way.”

“That sounds like the better option out of the two.” You agreed.

“I’m in.” Mae nodded her head as she stepped forward.

“We will follow your plan padawan. It’s a good one.” Master Sol agreed.

That was all that was needed to spring into action on our mission. You watched as Osha stepped into the shop.

“Hello there.” You could hear her say over comms.

“Oh… Hello.” His voice sounded… Chipper. It seemed that he was happy to see her. Maybe he and Mae do know each other on a deeper level?

“Hi…” Osha’s voice trailed off as she seemed unsure of what to say.

“Hi?” His tone now held confusion to it.

“Come on Osha.” You muttered praying to the force with words of encouragement.

He continued sounding concerned, “You alright? You’re back so early?”

“I wanted to see you…”

“See me? Oh?” His light chuckle sent a pleasant chill you didn’t know the exact reason for, “Mae… Are you okay? Did the poison work?”

“That’s it.” Jecki looked up from the comms ready to go, “That’s all we need.”

“Pull her out.” Yord stated taking out his lightsaber.

You also made motion to grab your lightsaber, ready to head into the shop and confront the mysterious man before Sol put his arm out to stop you.

“Wait!” Master Sol’s sharp word had you, Yord, and Jecki all freeze in place. The four of you paid closer attention to the comm.

“You’re acting so strange…” The man spoke through the comms. There was a pause, as if he was assessing something about Osha, “Wait.”

Please don’t figure out she’s not Mae… You thought with worry.

“You killed Torbin without the poison.” He assessed with a light tone to his voice, “He will be so pleased.”

That seemed to be all Master Sol needed to hear as he said, “Go.” And pushed his group towards the man and Osha.

He was different than you expected him to be. A good way perhaps… He was easy on the eyes for a smuggler or was he a dealer? You weren’t sure. What you did know was how quick he was to sell out Mae.

You stayed partially hidden behind Jord. Your hood was up and your hand remained on your lightsaber as the stranger continued to explain himself.

“Wait wait…” He stumbled over his words as he tried to explain, “That isn’t my thing. This is her. I didn’t know what she was going to do with that stuff.”

“If you cooperate. We will consider letting you go with a warning.” Master Sol walked around him, assessing if he was a threat.

The man clasped his hands together, “Okay! Thank you! Thank you sir, ah… Please don’t do the memory wipe thing or whatever it is you guys do.” He held his hands up in surrender as he followed Master Sol’s movements.

You studied his movements, they were graceful compared to the nervous way he spoke.

“What is your relationship to Mae?” Was the first question Master Sol asked.

“I’m just her supplier.” He explained quickly walking around the room and using his hands as he spoke, “Yeah, I started out gun running for the hits and now I supply people like her with what they need. For the right price.”

He seemed to calm but too fidgety at the same time as if it were almost forced…

“Well maybe you could supply us with the truth.” Jord’s voice was stern and left no room for debate.

You hid further behind his stance as the man turned around. Not ready to reveal that you have been studying him intently to see if he was telling the truth or stalling for time…

“Who is he?” Master Sol asked.

The man gave him a confused look, “Ah… I? I thought he was with you?” He asked pointing back at Jord.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped past your lips, but quickly stifled it as his amused gaze tried to find your behind Jord’s frame.

Master Sol didn’t find it funny as he continued, “Does Mae have a master? Is someone training her?”

“Listen I have no idea what’s going on with that girl.” He stepped towards Master Sol, “All I know… Is that she wants revenge on four Jedi.”

The room fell silent as a grave realization settled… Four Jedi was stationed on Osha and Mae’s planet and Master Sol was one of them…

His eyes widened as an idea sparked, “If you want to get to her, she’ll be back here tonight. I’m holding some things for her.”

“Jord. Secure the perimeter. Keep an eye out for Mae.” Master Sol ordered, “Jecki get to the ship. Mae, you are coming with me and…”

Your heart beat quickly in your chest as Master Sol looked in your direction, “You will stay here and make sure that he does not try to escape.”

“But—“ Your pleas were left unanswered as he gave you a look. You bit your tongue and nodded, “Yes master.”

“Good. Let us go.” Master Sol stated, “Mae will be here soon.”

You watched with a knot in your stomach as your group left. How could they just leave me here alone with a stranger? You thought as you clenched and unclenched your right fist to try and keep your nerves at bay.

You tried to take a calming breath. You are a Jedi. You can guard an unarmed man. He couldn’t hurt you. This will go smoothly without any problem… You squeezed your eyes shut as the screams of your master rang through your ears.

You were alone then too… You but your biotin lip, grateful that your hood hid your face as you stared longingly at the door. You didn’t want to be left alone with a stranger… You couldn’t handle it, not again. Your breathing began to pick up, something that the stranger noticed immediately.

“So…” He spoke in an airy tone in an attempt to lighten the mood and get your mind off of whatever you were thinking about, “Who might you be Angel?”

#star wars #star wars imagine #starwars #star wars x reader #the acolyte #acolyte #qimir fluff #star wars qimir #qimir x reader #qimir #qimir the acolyte #qimir x mae #osha x qimir

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deaddovedecadence · 1 year ago

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Title: The Beginning (sunshine verse)

Warning(s): threats of violence, manipulation, possessive and obsessive behavior

Summery: Jason has finally been brought home, only to meet his newest sibling. They have a talk

Jason wakes up in a familiar room. It's a perfectly tidy room, no specks of dust anywhere, a perfectly ordinary room, but it feels dangerous anyways. He isn’t cuffed down but it feels dangerous anyways. He takes a look around the room, noting the unbarred windows (probably electrified) and a door he knows leads to the bathroom. The room to leave the room is perpendicular to his bed so he shifts, moving so that he can see who comes in and face all threats directly. For a long while there is absolutely no movement, and eventually his body relaxes itself, even with his mind screaming danger.

He’s been here before, escaped from here before, been (loved) hated here before, and he is foolish enough to think that escape will be an option for a long while. Security will be up for sure as well as it’s six incredibly well trained people (Dick, Cass, Tim, Damian, Bruce, Alfie) against him, and he’s been out of the game for a while. For a moment, he’s reminded of Dick, who’s rebellion is still the stuff of legends in the crime community, and the cops that try ever hard to catch them.He wonders what this will be considered, a rebellion or a temper tantrum. He was there when Bruce and Dick finally fought it out. Both of them still carry the scars. Will it be like that for him, or will they trap him in a golden cage?

There’s a knock on the door, and he’s more surprised than anything else. The knock, while polite, is unfamiliar, not matching the cadence of any of the others. Dick’s knock, twice in a row before a pause, is bright and cheerful, Cass climbs through the window, Tim’s, thrice, rapid and soft, Damain’s, continuous, loud and quick, Bruce’s, four times, slow and thudding, and Alfie’s once, a gentle warning. This knock is thrice, rapid and not too loud. The knock comes again, unchanging. He has no choice and he knows that, but at least his damnation can be on his terms. “Come in,” he snaps, and the door opens. He’s unsurprised when the figure is unfamiliar. The figure is on the taller side, with dark brown skin and a warm smile. “Hey Jason,” the figure says, “I’m Duke, I use they/them pronouns.” Duke’s accent is all gotham, thick and weaving into his words, like taffy getting caught on its stretcher.

“Why’d they send you? Testin’ the new meat on me?” Duke’s smile stays warm even though their dark brown eyes flare a bright vivid yellow, and the light levels in the room drop for a second. Jason can’t help but startling because he’s facing a fucking meta. “I’m his newest adoptie, and if you must know, I’ve already completed testing and my time as new meat.” The implications of that remain unspoken. Bruce went and adopted a fucking meta while Jason was gone, huh? That’s a thing he doesn't have words for.

“May I sit on the bed with you?” Duke says politely, gesturing to the bed. What the fuck is going on here? There is no one in this family that asks for anything so why is the newbie doing it? Jason ends up just shrugging which Duke takes as a yes because suddenly there’s another person on the bed, arranging into a sort of criss-cross that reminds Jason of Dick.

“Why are you here?” he demands, sharp. Duke shrugs, “family thought you’d do better with someone that hasn’t met you ‘stead of someone you know ‘cause I’m more like to be neutral and calmer with you.” It’s not a bad way of thinking about it and the kid ain’t even wrong. If Bruce or Dick or anyone else was in here it’d probably be a screaming match already. Duke arranges more on the bed, and fixes Jason with a look that reminds him exactly of Alfred. “There are three things that I’m here to go over with you but I figured you might wanna know we got your friend in the next room over.” he pales, thinking of everything his family would do to his friend, the person that dragged him away from crime and gave him a way to bring them down. Because of his carelessness, his friend is in the next room over, the perfect leverage to keep him complaint, to keep him here, all because he was stupid.

“This can go two ways,” Duke says calmly, “I give Dames the go ahead to do what he wants with your little friend or you and I make a deal.” It’s a good offer, especially considering how his family is, actually it’s almost too good. He narrows his eyes at Duke, who sits serenely on the bed. “Okay, cut the bullshit. Why are you offering me anything?” he snaps, and Duke smiles. “It’s pretty simple actually. You are a member of my family, and that means that I want to help you. Plus helping you and your friend benefits me in the long run.” Simply put, but still, it feels like there’s something that Duke isn’t saying. “What’s going to happen to them?” he says, referring to his friend. Duke pulls out a phone instead of answering, scrolling through something before looking up at him. “They woke up asking for you. I gave you your options. Do with them as you will.”

Jason doesn’t like this. “If I made a deal with you,” he says carefully, “they stay safe.” Duke nods. He steadies himself, and says the damning words. “I want to make a deal,”

And Duke smiles.

The second that Duke leaves Jason’s room, Dick is all over them. “How is he?” Dick asks, bouncing absently on the balls of his feet. Duke gestures to the door, signing ‘Jason hear us. Kitchen now.’ Dick nods and follows after them, humming something to himself, and chewing on his nails. Duke doesn’t sit down when they get to the kitchen, bustling around and prepping something, probably tea, for themelf.

Out of all of them, it’s Duke who’s taken to Alfred’s lessons the best, learning everything from new ways to cook to the best ways to hide poison in a drink. Like most of his siblings, being subtle does not come naturally to Duke and Alfie has taught them the more subtle nuances of things, ranging from soup spoons and good manners to the proper spoon and/or fork for taking out someone’s eye.

At Duke’s raised eyebrow, Dick sits, leg bouncing under the table. Duke sits down after their tea finishes, holding a steaming mug. “What did he say?” Dick demands. Duke takes a sip of tea and begins, “first of all, you owe me. I was right about Jason reacting better to me than you.” Dick settles a little bit, laughs, “okay, okay petit, we’ll head to the beach this weekend. Tell me about our brother.”

Duke frowns, “He agreed to make a deal with me to keep his friend safe.” There’s a but there and he knows it. “What’s wrong?” Duke shrugs, “He’s planning an escape already, I can see it in his eyes.” For all of Jason’s abilities, his eyes have always been very obvious.

“What are you planning to do?” “I already laid the groundwork.”

“What do you want for their safety?” Jason demands, all cornered prey animal, obvious in the slant of his teeth, in the way that he tenses. In contrast Duke is the predator, aware that it’s prey is cornered. “Let’s play a game. I’m going to flip a coin, you’re going to call it midair, and for every one you get right, you get to ask me a question. If you get it wrong I get to ask you a question.” Jason takes it in, trying to see if there’s a way that he can get out of it before he nods.

Duke flips the coin after showing him both sides. They flip it in midair, and Jason calls heads, “Tails.” Duke says evenly, not gloating or teasing like Damian or Tim would. “What’s your question?”

It’s a small, calm smile given to him and yet this is the first time that Duke has ever felt like a threat. “Where did you spend your time?” It’s an oddly easy question to answer, not prodding or pushing like someone else would. He shrugs, “I went pretty much everywhere that Bruce doesn’t have business in. I wanted to see the world on my own terms,” without Bruce’s influence, he doesn't say. Duke nods, and gives him a little smile. “Okay, let's go again.”

Again he’s shown both sides of the coin before Duke flips it, and he calls, “Heads,” midair. It comes back down and when Duke shows it to him, it releases as tails. “Fuck,” Jason snaps, and Duke’s serene smile does not waver. “Why the police?” Duke asks. Another easy one, “I wanted to make sure that even if I went missing, they’d know, they’d do something.” Duke snorts, and then looks almost soberly at him. “Your entire police force answered to Nightwing.” He can’’t help the horror that courses through his body at the idea that he was never safe, that he never had a chance to get free.

“Why are you telling me this?” He snarls, and Duke, doing something that seems to have become a trend, smiles serenely. “Because you deserve to know, and the others didn't want me telling you.”

“Did he really believe that?” Dick snorts. Duke nods. “I’m almost disappointed in him. He seems to have forgotten all of his training.” See Duke excels in several things but most of all they fuck with the truth in a way that almost no one else in the family does. Even Cass sometimes has problems understanding if they’re telling the truth because Duke bends it just enough that his body language reflects the idea of truth when that isn’t the full story.

“Last time, “Duke says cheerfully, showing him both sides of the coin once again. “Pick your poison.” It’s thrown up into midair and Jason pays careful attention the to amount of flips and calls, “tails,” right as it’s coming down. Duke gives him a steady grins and opens his palm to revel, “heads.” It takes everything in Jason not to start swearing.

He feels watched, like his skin’s been pulled back for Duke to see all the scars as the meta considers his final question. “Why are you so afraid of being considered bad?” Not fucking easy. “You tense up when I mentioned our siblings, and from what I know you left bruce because of your morals.” He stops, and tries to put into words something that Duke will never be able to understand.

“Have you ever been so happy that you’d do anything to continue that happiness?” Duke nods, “I have, yes.” Jason snorts, “well that was my life before I realized that my happiness comes from the suffering of other people, that I’m only good in bruce’s eyes and to everyone else I’m a monster. I didn’t want to be a monster so I left.”

To his surprise, Duke does not make a noise or call his reasons stupid like Tim or Damian would. They just nod, and say quietly, “Thank you for sharing. Your friend will be safe until you attempt to escape.”

As Duke leaves, Jason realizes that Duke says until, and not if.

“Our brother is fucking stupid,” Dick says, “he fucking left because he thought that he was bad, just ugh. I want to stab him for that.” Duke, calm as always, reminds him, “Jase was older when Bruce took him in. Don’t you remember how much trouble you had with me?” It’s enough that Dick stops holding his knife like he’s going to go upstairs and hurt something (or someone). “You were trouble but at least you were logical about your protesting. Jason is just being stupid.”

That gets a soft laugh from his younger sibling. “Well perhaps changing our guest will help Jason change too.”

A feral smile, “you might just be right about that petit.”

#yandere writing prompts #yandere #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #jason todd #dick grayson #duke thomas #yandere batman #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #my voices and hands; are all i have (original work)#batboy tag #the sunshine verse

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khunyuki · 5 months ago

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"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 𝚏. 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

Synopsis: When younger Hoshina Soshiro realized what exactly puberty does to a boy leading to him having dreams about his fiancee every night, feeling extremely guilty when he sees her the next day.

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Fiancee!OC

Note/s: It's been a while! This is kinda short but I hope you like it. Pretty mild I must say

Warning/s: Suggestive Content

Masterlist: TOC, Previous, Next

< It all started with an accidental peek >

When you're training with someone, it's only natural to attack your opponent and defend from any incoming strikes. And when you're sparring with Hoshina Soshiro, you know that he will not go easy on you even if you're his fiancee. Uzui Kagami knows this full well, having been his training partner whenever possible starting from a young age.

With every hit of his wooden sword, she tries to block it with her own as she looks for an opening to strike back.

CLACK CLACK CLACK

Getting pushed back by the intensity and speed of his hits, the wooden sword slipped out of Kagami's grip to the ground. His sword on her neck as she brought her hands up in surrender.

"I lost again. I don't think I could ever beat you Soshiro"

She admitted her defeat with a defeated smile as he brought the wooden sword back to his side. Kagami lay down on the ground in exhaustion, quite unladylike but too tired to care at the moment. Soshiro let out a chuckle as he wiped off his sweat with a towel. There were towels and refreshments prepared for them at the side.

"Well of course, I've been practicing my family's swordsmanship style since I could remember. No way you're beating me at this so quickly"

He showed her his tongue as he passed her a towel. She pouted as she sat up and took it, wiping her own sweat, clutching it in her hands after.

"If we spar using my family's swordsmanship, I am confident I could win though"

"Of course you will. You're already getting better at using Hoshina style swordsmanship, I guarantee you can be my equal in a few year's time"

He said it with so much confidence that it makes her believe that she'd actually be able to do so one day. It was enough to make her speechless and flustered as she hurriedly stood up and went to get some water, fanning her face as she does so.

A mischievous grin appeared on Soshiro's face when he saw a glimpse of her red ears, and how hard she tries to fan her face. He followed closely behind her and when she reached out to take a bottle, his hand suddenly appeared beside her. It was then that she's made aware of the presence that was so close to her. His face drifting next to her own as he took his own drink.

"Why is your face so red?"

He casually asked as if he didn't just pressed his body against her back with his other hand on her shoulder to get a drink. She clutched her bottle and towel to her chest as she watched him gulp down the drink, sweat trickling down his adam's apple. She was mesmerized by his beauty until she snapped out of her thoughts back to reality once she saw him looking at her.

"That... You— Ahh!"

She hurriedly opened her own bottle and made a mess because she was clutching it too tightly. Water splayed all over her face and training garb, even the towel in her hands wasn't spared. This earned her a sudden burst of laughter from the man beside her. Water was supposed to cool you down but it just further heightened her embarrassment.

"You look like a wet chick"

There's absolutely no way that the towel that absorbed most of the water could clean her up so she discarded it aside. She couldn't help but puff her cheeks at the male still laughing, clutching his stomach. It really isn't helping him as he imagined her like that.

"It's not funny!"

She crossed her arms as she turned away from him, clearly choosing to be more upset than embarrassed. Soshiro, thinking he might've went too far, tried to stop laughing though it would still leak out.

"Seriously, why are you so clumsy—"

He said as he passed her his own towel to she reluctantly accepted. She still have a pout on her face as she wiped herself down. She wondered why he suddenly went silent after laughing so hard but that was none of her business at the moment.

Soshiro just drank some water yet why is it that his throat was still so dry? He could feel the heat rising to his face as he remembered what he saw when she took his towel. Their training outfit was by no means thin despite being white so imagine his surprise when he saw a glimpse of baby blue sticking to her outfit.

He couldn't help but take a peek again, this time seeing her pat the area between her collarbones dry. This was the first time in a while he's ever looked at her closely, this time her body particularly. Was that always there? That small bump on her chest? He knew his fiancee was a girl and treated her as such but this is definitely the first time he realized... Ahhh she really is a girl...

"Is there something wrong?"

She asked, covering her chest with his towel naturally. She knew he's looking at her, she doesn't know exactly where he's looking with his eyes always closed. Though she knew it must've been something serious if he's uncharacteristically silent so suddenly.

"I'm going to the toilet"

He said as he ran away, leaving her alone and confused. For the rest of the day, he avoided her the whole time until she went home. His older brother only laughed at him muttering something like youth.

On the night of summer vacation of their first year of middle school, Hoshina Soshiro suffered from the nightly visits of a succubus donning the face of his fiancee.

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< An unknowing touch >

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Kagami caught her fiancee off guard when she suddenly appeared beside him without a sound. He was taking a book of a shelf in the school library when she surprised him by suddenly appearing. The sudden jolt of his body was proof of that.

"I'm not"

Is what he said but avoided looking at her face when he does. This seem to drive her nuts as her mind went into overdrive, thinking of various reasons why he'd avoid her. She keeps thinking that maybe she did something wrong or if he's starting to hate her too.

"You're lying"

She pinned him on the shelf when he tried to escape, the books shaking from the sudden disturbance. Soshiro's heart is beating so fast as she'd never done this before. The sudden kabedon puts their bodies in close proximity that their chests are touching when he tries to escape. Her head looking down so he couldn't see her face, if she looked at him now she'd see his red face.

"Did I- Did I do something wrong? Is that why you're avoiding me? Do you... Do you hate me now?"

She bit her lip in hesitance before asking him. Her voice cracking a bit before ending it all in almost a whisper. He only glimpsed at her face and immediately regretted his actions brought upon him by puberty. Her trembling lips, her furrowed brows, and brimming eyes filled with insecurity, doubt, and evident hurt. He could sense that there was something dark and borderline scary in her gaze but it was instantly gone the moment it appeared.

"I don't hate you, you didn't do anything wrong. It was me"

He grabbed her arm as she prepared to leave, apologizing so fast. He went too far and he admits to himself that he hurt her with his actions. He won't forgive himself if something as stupid as this destroys their relationship.

"I did something wrong to you"

She looks at him urging him to continue but what exactly can he say? There's no way in hell he'd blurt out that he kept on dreaming about them doing stuff, keeping him up every night. He's definitely guilty about it but he felt even more guilt at her almost making her cry.

"I saw something that day"

What does that have to do with anything, Kagami thought. She frowned her brows in confusion as she tried to remember the day he started avoiding her. They were sparring and she lost then she went to get water where he teased her, in embarrassment she spilled water on herself and...

Her eyes opened wide at the realization. She covered her chest as she looked at him with a bright red face for confirmation to which he nodded without looking at her. Let's say it was her avoiding him now instead of the other way around.

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#kaiju no.8 #hoshina soshiro #hoshina soshiro x oc #soshiro hoshina #soshiro hoshina x oc #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #yukikhun

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kindaasrikal · 25 days ago

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Garmadon is probably my favourite example of how intrusive thoughts are like.

Is he a little yellow (black?) lego man with cup hands? Yes

Is he also someone whose suffered from intrusive thoughts and desires that he does not want to do since young, and due to suffering through them for so long his resolve eventually broke to these thoughts as he became the one thing he never wanted to be? Yes, yes he is.

For decades upon decades he had to sit with thoughts and desires he knew was bad and had to actively resist against. Dealing with intrusive thoughts is not easy, seeing as it depends on a persons will power, their own self acceptance and awareness on who they are, and how persistent they can be.

With Garmadon, he had to deal with the shame knowing that everyone most close too him knows he has these thoughts and desires and that can way down on a persons self esteem and will/resilience, especially when you seem to be surrounded by someone seemingly ‘perfect’. No one actively shamed Garmadon for having these thoughts (from what i know, though Wu definitely hasn’t) but he probably had more thoughts about how everyone must be mocking him. With the intrusive thoughts getting worse as he grew older, and as his responsibilities grew heavier, there were a few times where Garmadon’s morals and resolve wavered.

Now remember, Garmadon probably already was a grey character (light grey) without the venom strongly influencing him because of the world he grew up in as well as having horrific thoughts since young, which could lead to a sense on normalcy of the content of them. Which could’ve led him to his actions and overall personality being incredibly light grey. The times he wavered were few in between, and i can’t list them all off since i haven’t read the comics, but the most notable one was when he went to go train under Chen.

The reason he might’ve done so could be a few. Due to Chen’s evil nature, he might’ve thought that it might help him in easing and handling these thoughts better. Or it might’ve been a lapse in judgment, or his morals tipping slightly to the darker side.

After all these sort of moments where he almost tipped to the darker side, something just had to give and push him over the edge of finally breaking his already weak grip on his will power to resist against these thoughts, and whatever it was broke it well. He attempted to steal the golden weapons, Kill Wu, and unlock his Oni side, despite having a baby and a wife at the time. And thats not to say Garmadon doesn’t care for those three. He’s shown time and time again that he does. He cares for all three of them and loves them as family. Yet, that doesn’t stop the grip of his intrusive thoughts, nor the easing of suffering mentally once he stopped pushing it down. He’s shown he cares for Wu like how a brother would (like a little shi, though i would say that Garmadon is much more willing to kill Wu then the other two), and he’s shown interest in Misako as a lover (no, i will not forget that straight up grin of his) and how he hasn’t actively sought her out to harm her, and how he has held back against Lloyd, only ever grew and broke free of these thoughts and desires because of Lloyd, and only ever found his true self and freedom and acceptance because of Lloyd.

Garmdon is very much capable of capable of holding back his evil desires and wants when he is given the right reason too, and that reason has always been his family as his SON. His BABY. THATS HIS KID.

But, Garmadon may have special genes and magic powers, but his brain is like any other humans. He was no longer able to fully resist the venom in his veins nor the thoughts in his head as strongly as he used too, because he is no longer young. He is an old man whose whole life was spent resisting a side of him he was horrified at, yet a side of him who he would never be able to truly hide nor resist, when that terrifying demon in his head is still a part of him.

I would like to say though, that while the intrusive thoughts themselves were evil and horrible and straight up terrifying, Garmadon himself never was that kinda person. Theres a reason why Lloyd is his son and why Misako chose him, and why Wu still respects his brother so much. Garmadon is a good person, in a situation he cannot control and a brain he cannot stop. Intrusive thoughts are not things you willingly think, they’re like a stampede of people running up to the microphone to give their own bright ideas all at once, all of the time, and you’re the only audience they talk to. Garmadon was subjected to that since he was a child, and that isn’t easy. The fact that he lasted so long, so many decades, resisting against them and holding himself true to his ideals and true personality is mesmerising to witness and think about. And to think that he can still resist, and then understand and grow with that side of him into a healthier and happier person who is trying, is definitely something he and everyone he ever grew close too wished for, for a very long time.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #hes so important to me #ninjago garmadon #garmadon ninjago #garmadon #young garmadon #lord garmadon #sensei garmadon #emperor garmadon #my God this became a whole analysis #SO SORRY IF I SAID ANYTHING RUDE OR WRONG I AM NOT TRYING TO DEMONISE HAVING INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS #im trying ti analyse and talk about Garmadon’s situation specifically and later a talked abiut them as whole(somewhat)#in regards to him #intrusive thoughts #intrusive thinking #these things are not easy to deal with #and i hope we stop demonising this and start acknowledging that it isn’t something they can control and it must be talked about more #and something that we should all learn how ti heal from #cuase intrusive thinking is terrifying in its own way #lloyd ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago wu #wu ninjago #ninjago sensei wu #misako ninjago #misako montgomery garmadon #i wrote this like just now and havent proof read it so ill do that later

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peachy-panic · 5 months ago

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time (pt. 1)

DO NO HARM.

Whew. After months (almost a year?) of marinating this chapter, I've decided to cut it in two. Thought about titling this chapter: Shit Hits The Fan. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: BBU setting, struggles with bodily autonomy, recovering alcoholic, mentions of violence

Jaime hits the ground with more force than he expects. His back takes the brunt of the fall, and for a moment, he is rendered breathless. A few weeks ago, the impact might have triggered a memory of real violence. Now, he gulps in a few deep breaths, feeling the grass at his back, until Ezra’s face eclipses the sunlight overhead.

“That was better,” Ezra says, extending a hand. Jaime takes it and lets himself be pulled to his feet.

“I can’t seem to stay on my feet,” Jaime huffs, frustrated. He swipes an arm across his face, pushing aside the hair that clings to his forehead.

“You’re doing fine,” Ezra says. “Getting knocked down is half the process of learning.”

Jaime grimaces. “I must be learning a lot, then.”

Ezra grins. “You are,” he says, sounding like he might actually mean it. “You’ve already improved from where we began. For now, take five and drink some water.”

“I can go again,” Jaime insists, already rocking back into his sparring stance.

“We have all day.” Ezra grabs Jaime’s water bottle and pushes it gently against his chest. “You’ll burn out quickly if you don’t pace yourself.”

At the finality in his tone, Jaime relents and collapses back onto the grass. He downs half his bottle in one go.

It’s been over a month since Ezra offered to teach Jaime how to spar. At first, the idea unsettled him in a way he couldn’t pin down. He didn’t understand the point of it. Ezra knew more than most how little Jaime’s ability to fight mattered; it isn’t an imbalance in physical strength that keeps him in his position. It is the law, the society, and the institutions decades in the making that hold the end of Jaime’s leash. Something about learning the art of self defense and knowing he is never allowed to exercise it feels more cruel than not learning at all.

One session, Ezra had wagered. Train with me once and see how you feel.

The first time, Sebastian stayed to observe at Jaime’s request, perched on a piece of exercise equipment in Ezra’s basement gym. Jaime, who spent the week leading up antsy and nervous, watched with rapt interest as Ezra wrapped his hands.

They started slow.

The first time Jaime hit the ground, the room went silent. In the split second of shock and pain, a flare of violent memories flashed before him: a handler shoving him onto his back, his foster father slamming him up against the hallway wall. Distantly, he heard Sebastian’s voice break through the budding panic. “Maybe we should call it a day?”

Something about that—the grounding reminder of where he was, who he was with, and that the choice was his to walk away—snapped him back into his body. Ezra watched him from where he stood several feet back, not coming to his side and not saying anything in response to Sebastian’s concern. Instead, he watched Jaime, waiting to see what choice he would make.

The choice was his.

Jaime pushed himself onto shaking legs, nodding once to Sebastian before meeting Ezra’s unwavering gaze. “Let’s go again.”

Ever since that day, Jaime has taken to training with a level of enthusiasm he didn’t realize he was still capable of feeling. There is an itch for it under his skin when he wakes up some mornings. When he stretches, he relishes in the way his muscles burn from their previous session. On his morning runs, he thinks through new techniques Ezra showed him and commits to perfecting them next time they meet.

On the evening after their third sparring session—Jaime still sweat-damp and shaking from exhaustion in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s car—he realized that this feeling was familiar. It was a sense of liberation he hadn’t felt since he last sprinted across a soccer field under the stadium lights, since the night he tore off across the backyard of a party with Derek at his side, high on the revelation that he might want to kiss him. It was the realization that training with Ezra made Jaime feel in control of his body for the first time in a long time. And that is a gift he can never repay.

Ezra sinks down onto the grass beside him, uncapping his own water bottle. It’s almost embarrassing how he barely breaks a sweat against Jaime. Maybe one day he’ll give him a run for his money.

From the screened window above the kitchen sink, Jaime can hear laughter from inside the house. He titled his head and smelled… something? Sebastian and the others insisted they would take care of dinner tonight and leave Jaime and Ezra to their workout. Jaime doesn’t know much about Sam and Aria’s skills in the kitchen, but…

Ezra smiles at him, nodding his head toward the sound. “How do you think it’s going in there?”

Jaime shrugs and lets his head fall back, enjoying the sun on his face. Spring is starting to blossom, slowly but surely, and it’s the first warm day of the year. “Nothing is on fire,” he says. “So it can’t be that bad.”

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“Cilantro can substitute oregano, right? They’re basically the same thing?”

“No,” Sebastian and Aria say at the same time. Sam’s expression falls. The frown paired with the 1950s-housewife-style apron creates quite the endearing image.

“It’s not too late to order Thai food,” Aria mutters, pouring herself another glass of wine. Sebastian chuckles around a swig of lemonade.

He didn’t make a big deal about staying sober these last few weeks, but he’s pretty sure Aria clocked it anyway, judging by the way she has kept the bottle out of arm’s reach of him all evening. He pretends not to notice. She pretends not to notice him not noticing.

It’s been a good day.

He can tell Jaime tried to hide his enthusiasm about a return visit all week. He never asks him about it outright, but his demeanor visibly perks up at any passing mention of Saturday dinner at Sam and Ezra’s. Sebastian offered to take him over there before work on any given weekday so that Jaime didn’t have to spend the day alone in the house, but that’s where his enthusiasm waned. Jaime isn’t quite comfortable enough to be alone with anyone except Sebastian, but Ezra comes close, he thinks.

It’s good. It’s so good to see Jaime like this—surrounded by people who care about his well-being, expressing more autonomy than he has ever been allowed in Sebastian’s presence. It’s moments like this that tempt Sebastian into believing that it was worth it, slogging all these months through the misery of WRU, just to bring him to Jaime. To bring Jaime here.

And maybe it was worth it so Sebastian could meet the others, too; his first friends in a very long time.

They are laughing when the front door opens, so none of them hear the unexpected entrance until Julian Hernandez is suddenly standing in the doorway.

The room goes silent. Sebastian nearly shatters the glass in his hand to keep it from slipping to the floor.

“You need to leave,” Sebastian says, the panic overriding any facade of politeness.

Julian, who is skeptical of Sebastian on his best day, says, “Excuse me?”

“Shit,” Aria says, stepping up beside him. “Jules, he’s right.”

Julian looks around, taking in the sight of all of his friends there without him, and Sebastian thinks he sees a quickly masked flash of hurt pass through his expression. “You asked me to take a look at your transmission last week,” he tells Sam. “I brought my tools.”

“I did say that,” Sam says. “But I didn’t mean tonight. I’m sorry. This… isn’t a good time.”

His mouth presses into a thin line. He glances over at Aria. “Yeah,” Julian says. “I can see you’re busy.”

“It’s not like that, Jules.” Aria insists. “Tate’s—” she starts to say. But it’s too late. It’s too fucking late.

Because then the back door slides open and Jaime steps through, trailed by Ezra. They’re mid conversation, murmuring quietly. Both of their shirts are soaked through with sweat, clumps of hair clinging to their foreheads. Jaime is smiling—honest-to-god smiling—and Ezra is laughing at something he said, until his eyes meet Julian’s from across the room and he goes still. He puts a hand on Jaime’s shoulder.

“Fuck.” It’s Julian who says it, a breathy whisper as he realizes the clusterfuck he has just set in motion.

It’s the last sound in the room before shit hits the fan.

Jaime is the last one to spot the new presence in the room, and when he does, his entire body locks up. The blood drains from his face, making his pale skin nearly translucent. His knees hit the ground before anyone can intervene.

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 11 months ago

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Stake Out (18+)

2003!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I know SuperQuest is in the BTTS season, but I couldn’t help myself.

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You and Leo are still frustrated after having been interrupted a few hours earlier. So you decide to use this stake out to your advantage.

Warnings: Public sex, face fucking, rooftop sex, Leo trying to focus.

All characters are aged up.

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The night stretched endlessly over the city, like a dome of inky blackness adorned with the glimmering jewels of stars. The distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren created a white noise that surrounded you, but in the stillness of the night, it was as if time itself held its breath. High above the bustling streets, Leonardo and you crouched silently on a familiar rooftop, your eyes trained on the rhythmic heartbeat of the city below. Or on a certain warehouse to be specific. A warehouse owned by members of the Purple Dragons.

A few hours before you and Leonardo had started your stake out, Donatello had managed to get information that Hun was waiting for a delivery. What delivery he did not know, but Hun had seemed stressed over his messages, leading Donatello to believe it must be important.

But it was what you and Leo were doing before Donnie called out of the leader in blue, that stayed in your mind, taunting you as time went on. Making out on his futon bed with his three fingered hand down your pants. He was just about to reach your core when Donnie started yelling about a delivery to the Purple Dragons.

So there you were several hours later, on a rooftop with your ninja boyfriend, still incredibly turned on from your heated make out session in his bedroom. But your boyfriend didn’t show any signs of frustration. His keen eyes were scanning the street below, analyzing every moment.

As the night deepened, so did the unspoken desires that simmered beneath the surface of your skin. You sighed in frustration as your mind started wondering what could have happened, if you and Leo hadn’t been interrupted. How Leo most likely would have fingered you, while telling you to keep quiet with his family just outside his bedroom, in the big open living area. Leonardo knew that sigh of frustration. It was one he had heard many times, during the countless nights he had teased you near the point of begging. Leo’s usually reserved demeanor softened under the celestial gaze, his attention drifting more towards you instead of the warehouse.

The subtle shift did not escape your notice. A mischievous smile crept up on your face. Leo also knew that smile. He knew it way too well. And whenever he saw that smile, he usually loved what came along with it. You and your dirty ideas never seized to amaze him. But as much as he wanted to give in, and do whatever you had thought of doing on that roof, he had to stay focused. He was on a stack out, a mission.

But as you crawled towards him, and placed your lips on his with a passionate kiss, Leo’s focus had to fight against the burning desire that had builded in him for several hours. He broke the kiss to look you in the eyes, surprised that he already was out of air.

“You know I want to, (Y/N). I really fucking want to, but I have to keep an eye out. They said Hun would get a delivery tonight”, Leonardo said slightly breathless, nodding towards the warehouse on the other side of the street.

“Who said you had to look away?”, you asked innocently. Leo looked at you in confusion, but as soon as you started to tie your hair back, he caught on. He got comfortable on the roof, making sure he still had a full view of the warehouse, while being covered by the shadows. You got down low, your face mere centimeters from his slightly pulsing cloaca. Leo was biting the inside of his cheek as his gaze flickered between you and the street below.

Leo’s grip on the roof edge tightened as you started licking around his cloaca. As you looked up you saw his mouth fall open, letting out a silent moan. You continued licking, deciding that this was the way you would make him drop. Teasing him like he had teased you so many times before.

Leo chuckled, biting his lips and shook his head slightly, eyes still on the warehouse. “You little tease”, he breathed out, one hand finding your head, stroking your head with his fingers.

As you continued licking around his cloaca, you started working on the buttons of your pants, struggling a little before pushing them down your legs. Leo caught himself staring at you in your blue underwear, thinking of what he would have done to you in his bedroom if he had seen them there. He mentally slapped himself before looking back to the warehouse, only to gasp as he felt himself drop into your mouth. The cold air around his pulsing erection taunted him, as you sat up to take your hoodie and t-shirt off, leaving you in a black bra. Leo wanted to strangle Hun. Had he not decided to get a delivery that day, Leo would have had you begging in his bed wearing that bra several hours ago.

Leo felt your warm tongue glide up his shaft, making his vision blurry for a short moment. He looked down just in time to see you take his head into your beautiful mouth, your eyes shining innocently at him. Innocent, as if you weren’t sucking and licking his dick on the rooftop of New York City, just opposite a Purple Dragon's hideout.

You took him all the way into your mouth, gaging slightly as he hit the back of your throat. How Leo fucking loved the feeling of you gagging on his dick.

While still keeping half an eye on the warehouse, Leo took your hair into his fist, before raising your head and his hip ever so slightly. You relaxed your throat, knowing full well what was about to happen. With small rapid thrusts, Leo started fucking your mouth, still deviding his attention between you and the street. Both of you knew that had this been happening in his bedroom, he would not be holding back at all. Just simply telling you to be a good girl and keep quiet.

You grasped for air as Leo pulled his now soaked dick out of your mouth, enjoying the sound of your heavy breathing as he gave himself a few tugs.

“On your back”, Leo breathed out, getting up on his knees as you laid down, keeping an eye on the still quiet warehouse.

Using your hoodie and pants as a pillow, you got comfortable on the ground, opening your legs wide enough for your turtle boyfriend to position himself between them.

With one arm of the roof edge, Leo held himself up high enough, not letting the warehouse out of sight. The other hand went to his shaft, giving it a few tugs before gliding his head between your wet folds, feeling you jolt slightly as he pressed against your clit.

Leo looked down for a few seconds, making sure he was aligning up with your entrance properly, catching a quick glance at your eyes. Pupils just as blown out as his, your lips parted, watching his every move with anticipation. There was no doubt in Leo’s mind. Once this stake out was done, he would take care of you probably in his own room.

Leo fought to keep his eyes open as he pressed into you. His mouth slightly open, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you around him. The hand he had used to position himself, was now on your hip, keeping you in place as he slowly made his way in, making sure you took him as far as you could.

Once he had made it all the way in, he settled for a moment, making sure you had adjusted to his size before he started moving. You started whimpering, even at his smallest movements, prompting Leo to place his hand over your mouth, gradually speeding up his movements.

You moaned into his hand, holding onto his arm to keep yourself grounded as your mind started fogging up in pleasure. Your breast bouncing inside of your bra, the small sight of it almost making Leo go wild.

As Leo’s thrust became faster, his eyes would flicker between you and the ever quiet warehouse on the other side of the street. He managed to catch a glimpse of your hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing yourself as he continued to thrust himself into you. He breathed out a curse, closing his eyes for a few seconds, before looking back down on the street. Still nothing. How badly Leo wanted to give up on that warehouse so he could focus on the feeling of your cunt, squeezing his cock tighter as your fingers started to move faster against yourself.

As Leo felt his climax slowly reaching, his thrust became more and more erratic. The was something deeply exciting about fucking you on the rooftop, knowing that the Purple Dragons could find the two of you if you were a bit louder. It did unexpected things to Leonardo’s head, just like the feeling of your walls closing further around him, letting him know that you too were about to cum.

“That’s it, baby”, Leo mumbled, keeping a weak eye on the goddamn warehouse. “Cum for me, (Y/N)”.

And that was all it took for you before you came hard around his dick, fighting to keep quiet. If it wasn’t for the fact that your boyfriend was the most talented person you had been with in bed, you would have been embarrassed.

It didn’t take long before Leo came too. His hips shuttering and he let his streaks flow inside you, one by one, riding out both of your highs, enjoying the warmth you provided him.

He pulled out and moved to the side, careful as to not be seen by the people on the other side of the street, when his t-phone gave a little notification. He looked at it, while you started putting your clothes back on.

“You gotta be joking”, Leonardo mumbled irritatedly as he read the text on the small screen in his hand.

“What is it?”, you asked.

“Hun’s delivery was just the newest copy of SuperQuest and it got canceled”, he growled frustrated. But as soon as Leo had said those words, a smile started creeping up on his lips, all frustration disappearing. “You know what this means right?” He took your face in his hands, bringing it close to him, making you giggle. You had a feeling you knew what he was talking about. “I can do this all over with you again in the lair, and this time be able to watch you”.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”, you asked with a teasing smile. “Hun could be up to something else”.

“Hun can go and fuck the Admin Wizard for all I care”, Leo said, getting himself ready to leave. “Now, get your clothes on so I can take it off of you again when we get home”.

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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Heya!!! Can I please request some Cassian x reader? ❤️

Punches

Cassian x reader

Warnings: slight angst and typos

Flipping onto your side to face Cassian you reach out to hold him. Your met with cooling sheets where your mate should be. Your eyes flutter open to see Cassian’s side of the bed empty. The sheets pushed back haphazardly, his pillow scrunched and at an odd angle.

Sitting up you look toward the bathroom for him. But the door was ajar and the light off. You were starting to get worried. Cassian never left in the middle of the night without telling you. You reached out to him through the bond that connects you. Getting to his side of that sweet golden thread you hit an impenetrable wall keeping you from his emotions.

Now he was starting to scare you. Throwing yourself out of bed you put on your slippers and bathrobe to go look for Cassian. You don’t know what made you go up the training ring. Maybe it was your instincts telling you where Cassian was most likely to be. It was either up here or the kitchen at this hour.

Climbing the last few steps the sound of Cassian’s grunts and fists against the training dummy reached your ears. You sped up your steps at the anger you noted in his agitated sounds.

Usually the sight of Cassian shirtless and sweaty would turn you on but this worried you. His wings were tucked in tight to his back. He swung wildly at the dummy. Each punch looked like it would could someone. Cassian even took the time to out in his training pants and boots.

You slowly approached your mate, clearing your throat and making your footsteps loud so you wouldn’t startle him. When Cassian got like this he could be a little unpredictable. You knew he’d never hurt you but you wanted to make sure he could snap out of whatever anger was consuming him.

As you got closer Cassian sensed you. He landed one more hit on the dummy, sending it flying across the training ring. His arms went limp at his sides while his hands curled into tight fists. Like he needed to be ready to attack at any moment. His chest was heaving by the time you stood in front of him.

“Cass,” you say softly. He whips his head to look down at you. A pained expression decorated his beautiful features, making him look rougher. His face was wet from sweat and tears. His usually bright hazel eyes dull from whatever was weighing heavy on his shoulders. You slowly bring your hands up to hold his face as you wipe his tears away with your thumbs.

“Cass what’s going on?” He lets out a shuddering breath, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. A small sob escaped his lips. His arms wrapping tightly around your torso. You run your finger through his messy hair, slightly swaying him as his tears dripped on your neck. With each warm drop you felt your heart break for him. You wanted to take away Cassian’s pain like he does for you.

The two of you stay like that for a while. When Cassian pulls away from you he wipes at his eyes and clears his throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s ok.” You coo at him, rubbing his arm lightly. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He nods lightly. You lead him over to one of the benches next to the ring. Your hand never leaving his arm.

Cassian clears his throat again before starting. “I had a nightmare. And it wasn’t a normal nightmare, it felt too real. We were fighting Hybern and he took you from Velaris. It didn’t matter how I just had to get you back. But I was too late.” His voice broke at the end causing your vision to blur from unshed tears.

Cassian was crying again. Cauldron this must have messed him up. Cass rarely had nightmares and when he did have them they weren’t pleasant. This was the worst one he’d had since Hybern.

“He…he did it right in front of me too. Laughing while I held you. When I woke up I was so afraid you wouldn’t be next to me. I watched you for a while. You were so still I thought…” he let out a deep sigh, his eyes screwing shut to try and shake off the memory. “Then you moved and I was just so happy you were alive. I even put my head on your chest so I could hear your heartbeat.” You moved your hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers. You squeezed once, pulling his hand up to kiss his bloody knuckles. He didn’t bother to wrap his hands when he came up here.

“I’m here Cass. I’m not going anywhere. You wanna know something? I know you’d never be late. You have always saved me when I needed you and nothing would keep us apart.” Cassian pressed a soft kiss on the crown of your head, breathing in your scent. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we can go back to bed.” You whisper back. “I’ll even make breakfast when we eventually get up.” Cassian lets out a breathy laugh as you both stand, heading back to your room where you’re safe and nothing can hurt you. Because you’d be in Cassian’s arms. And he’d never let anything happen to you.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #Cassian acotar #cassian x you #cassian x y/n #cassian x reader #cassian fanfic #cassian imagine #cassian #cassian angst

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intimidating-fettuccine · 5 months ago

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It's a stupid question, but... have you seen those romantic cliches where the new person ends up getting lost in a new/unknown place, and suddenly meets a person who already has experience in that place and asks for help?

So I wanted to know if you could write a scenario/headcanons where the reader has just arrived at the mansion, but ends up lost and ends up meeting Jason who was just passing by and ends up asking him for help?

~jason simp anon

Pd: It's a pleasure to be back :D

Welcome back! I thought this ask was very cute, so thank you for sending it in, and I hope you enjoy :)

The path to the mansion can be a bit tricky for those not used to it yet. While there is a clear path, it often gets covered by leaves and branches from the many trees spanning above, and it certainly doesn't help that there are other paths that lead to different places. While you had done a pretty good job working your way through the forest, you'd found yourself at a three-way split in paths and were unsure of which one to take. Luckily for you, your unsuspecting knight in shining armor also happened to be on his way home. Unfamiliar with your figure, he'd questioned you what you were doing, quite suspicious of you, but the minute you'd turned around and smiled at him eagerly he felt all of his hesitation melting away.

You informed him you were a new hire at the mansion (even showing him direct proof from some paperwork Slender had given you in advance), but that you weren't quite sure how to find your way back. Ever the gentleman, Jason readily agrees to guide you on your way and thus begins your journey with him. While he tried making conversation to appear polite, Jason soon found that he actually quite liked your company and that he was enjoying himself while spending time with you. He made sure to drill into you the correct route, even showing you the discreet markers the other creeps use to make sure they don't get lost. The forest floor gets quite bumpy, and so at one point he even offered you his arm to hold so you'd be more stable, and of course, you accepted, leading Jason to wonder why it was that he was so happy having you hold onto him like that. As you drew closer to the mansion, he found himself growing a bit sad, as once you arrived he'd be quite hard-pressed to get alone time with you once more. He wasn't even looking forward anymore, walking beside you with his eyes trained on your face, watching your expressions and developing a fondness for you he wasn't quite used to.

Good things must come to an end, however, and you soon reach the front gates of the mansion, slipping in easily thanks to Jason's help. You thanked him for guiding you all the way, and he bowed lightly, telling you it was his pleasure. What he wasn't expecting, was for you to eagerly give him a quick hug, thanking him again before entering the mansion ahead of him, calling out that you didn't want to be late for meeting up with Slender today. Jason couldn't help but stand there for a few moments, his hand resting over where your head had pressed into his chest, missing the warmth of your body already. He felt truly peculiar, unsure of how to process how you had such an effect on him when you'd just met, but he merely dismissed the idea to go about the rest of his tasks for the day. It wouldn't be until the end of the day arrived, when you finally located the entrance to his workroom, that the bubbly feelings he'd been pushing down all day since meeting you would float back up. You told him you stopped by to chat and tell him about how your first day went, thanking him again for this morning, and wishing him goodnight. He listened with rapt attention to everything you were saying, forgetting himself and anything he'd been doing up until that point. He felt a bitter sadness in his chest as you turned to leave, but he wished you goodnight all the same, although he called after you to please visit again. The smile you gave him as you cheerfully said you would nearly make him fall back, his body unsteady. He must be going mad, he thought to himself, to be affected so easily by someone like this, but as he watched your retreating figure run up the stairs, he decided that it might not be such a bad thing.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker headcanon #jason the toymaker headcanons #jason the toymaker x reader

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i-heart-hxh · 6 months ago

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I love you meta posts! I've been curious to here other peoples opinions on whether or not Killua every truly believed that Kite was alive. Part of me believes he just went along with Gon not wanting to admit it to himself.

Thank you so much, and this is a great topic to dig into!

To truly understand the answer, we need to back up a bit.

When Pitou appears in front of Gon, Killua, and Kite, Killua knocks Gon out and flees at Kite's urging, as well as out of his own terror. However, almost as soon as Killua flees, he realizes they screwed up by coming along with Kite to NGL in spite of the warnings they received:

After he flees, Killua encounters Knov and Morel (along with Netero), fellow Hunters who he can tell are very strong. He's mocked and insulted for his decision to flee and told he's a failure.

Killua is aware of his own tendency to flee when faced with an opponent beyond his ability to handle. He isn't aware of the needle at this point, however, so he likely interprets this tendency as simply his own personal failing--something that makes him unworthy of someone like Gon, who pushes onward no matter what obstacles are in his path.

He must have been worried about what Gon would say when he woke up--after all, Kite is Gon's mentor and someone who means a lot to Gon. Killua was beating himself up for what happened, both their decision to go along with Kite and his decision on both of their behalf to flee. I believe Killua thought Kite was dead at that point. It's a reasonable expectation because he saw Kite lose his arm, and he was overpowered by the sense of how strong Pitou was.

And then Gon wakes up, and rather than criticizing or being upset with Killua, he thanks Killua for making the decision to flee and expresses this very naive but overpowering optimism that "Kite is alive!" and they just have to go back and save him.

Killua is not naive like Gon is. He's someone who strategizes based off the reality of a situation rather than hope and belief that things will work out, and it makes him someone who flees when he feels he can't win (in his view, of course the needle is a big part of this). He doesn't see himself as able to become someone like Gon, who can force reality to his own will even when the odds seem insurmountable.

But here, he lets himself believe in Gon's words in spite of everything. Because he wants to believe that Gon is right. Because he wants to believe he's not the person he was beating himself up for being and that there is hope in the situation after all. That his decision wasn't wrong. That Gon can save him again and continue to lead him into the light, rather than the darkness he grew up in and knows he still harbors within himself.

He buys into Gon's perspective also because he can't stand looking into Gon's hopeful face and telling Gon what he strongly suspects: That Kite is dead, that there's no hope. Gon wouldn't accept that, Gon might reject Killua if he says that, and Killua doesn't want to dim Gon's light.

Killua was never allowed to be a kid--he grew up training, killing, working. It was only with Gon he was finally able to act his own age, play, be a normal kid like he wanted to.

And here, he lets himself be a little naive and accept Gon's perspective, let himself have faith in the world and the boy he loves.

So, ultimately I think his cynicism and realism collapses in the face of Gon's "light," but I think Killua has moments throughout the arc where doubt starts creeping in in spite of that. He pushes it down because of all the above reasons. By the point his view of the situation reaches a breaking point, it's like Gon is a boulder rolling down a hill and gaining speed, and Killua isn't able to stop him until it's very nearly too late.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killua #gon #killugon #kite #chimera ant arc #asks #anonymous #my posts #meta #gonkillu

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longlivedelusion · 6 months ago

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Hiker's Delight

Summary: Bucky takes you on a hike. That's it. That's the fic. Boyfriend! Bucky x Reader. Established Relationship.

Warnings: Just fluff and some mentions of post- Hydra trauma, but nothing too crazy. Will proper edit later!

A/N: Quick lil fic I wrote cause I've been just wanting more boyfriend! bucky, domestic life vibes. I need fluffy and comforting energy rn and this is that. Enjoy!!

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I make my way up the hill, huffing as I grab onto a nearby rock to pull myself up.

Bucky's behind me, not out of breath at all, the damn super soldier and his stamina and-

"Hey, you doin' ok?" I hear from behind me, Bucky leaning against a nearby rock.

I nod, looking back ahead as I haul myself up. "This is just a bit more intense than I thought, I'll be okay though." I let out another grunt and I push another step. He's stayed behind me the whole time even though I'm going at a snail's pace, according to him I'd probably drop off and get lost if he lead the way.

"You sure you don't want-"

"No. You are not gonna carry me. I'm gonna finish *grunt* this *huff* damn hike with my own two feet."

We pull forward, the slopes getting a bit more steep than I expected, which had me nearly sweating by the time we reached the edge. I looked up at the towering cliff knowing my arms were like jello, but I had to, needed to-

Bucky knelt down and held his hands out, a makeshift lift as he looked up at me. He quirked his brow.

"I can-" I start.

"Stop being stubborn and take the help doll. This cliff is a bit of a bitch, if you can't tell." He said waved his arm at the cliff to make a point.

I don't say anything and just sigh, knowing he was right. No use being overly stubborn about this. I prop my foot in his hands, griping where I could on the rock in front of me before Bucky said "Ready? 1... 2..."

And then I was up, the top of the rock pressed against my stomach as I hoisted myself over the rest of the way. I crawled forward, legs starting to feel a bit like jello now that I was on the ground.

I watched as Bucky followed right after, easily pulling himself over like it was the easiest thing in the world. He stood up with ease, clearly not dealing with same jello legs as I just kind of collapsed on my back and took some deep breaths.

"Ugh, this damn body. Why must it betray me so." My dramatic ass said.

"Because you just went on a pretty intensive hike with barely any training even though I offered to have you train with me for like 2 months."

My noodle arm managed to raise up and wave him off, "Semantics."

He chuckled, taking a seat beside me and brushing the sweaty strands of hair off my face. "Want some water?"

I nod, eyes closed as my breathing stedied, my body starting to relax and calm down from the overexertion. I heard a bottle cap untwist, making me open my eyes to see Bucky with some water in hand.

"Come on, you can prop up against me if you want." He said, hand gently helping me upwards. I push myself up and shift over, my back now facing the soldier's chest as he hands me the bottle.

"Oh fuck that's good," I sigh, taking a long swig before passing it back over to Bucky. It takes me a moment, but after I blink a few times I finally realize the view before me.

Directly in front of us is the most beautiful mountain range I'd ever seen-- massive trees lining the edges of the mountainS, an eagle soaring overhead, and a huge, crystal blue lake smack dab in the center. So cut off from civilization, this untouched land surrounded my mountains and only Mother Nature as its mistress.

"Wow, this is-" I start, eyes wide as they tried to take in every detail. The lighting, the shades of green, the textures--all of it... "breathtaking."

"I'm glad you like it." Bucky said softly, his voice a soft tickle behind my ear. His arms wrapped around my waist, tucking me in a bit closer to him as I sat in awe.

"Even though I'm not the biggest hiking fan-"

"Huh, couldn't tell." Bucky joked.

"-oh hush. I was saying, even though I'm not the biggest hiker, I'm really glad you asked me to do this." I reached for his hands on my waist and gave them a small squeeze.

"Thanks for coming. I'd only ever been here alone before, and it was for a mission. So I'm glad I get to actually enjoy it, and with some pretty decent company while we're at it." He kissed the side of my head, a smirk pressed against my hair.

"Oh decent huh? Just decent?" I looked over into his blue eyes and saw they were already looking down at me. That shit-eating smirk plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face. "Says the man who practically begged to take me here."

He shrugged, "I don't remember begging."

"Oh? So all that whining and bribing with takeout was just a lapse in memory then?"

"Probably." He said, the nonchalance to his voice making me wanna shove and kiss his sarcastic ass all at once..

So I settle with a boop his nose and a scrunched smile. "Cheeky." I turn back to the view before me, settling back into Bucky. As I reached into my bag and pulled out the small lunch I'd packed prior, I heard a grumble behind me. "Hungry?" I ask.

"Just a bit." He chuckled lightly.

I pulled some of the sandwiches and some fruits out, grabbing one for myself and handing the other to Bucky. "I can't think of a prettier place I've ever eaten," I said, mouth half full as I took a bite of my sandwich.

He reached for some blueberries, arms brushing past mine as he hummed and popped them in his mouth. "I need to take you out more then. Can't let this be the peak of our relationship now can I?"

"I mean, as long as I can actually physically get to these places ok I'm down. My stubbornness can't handle another hike like this, or I'll try to climb Everest of something next time."

"Eh, Everest is overrated anyways." He said, taking another bite of food.

I turned around in shock, "Seriously? You climbed Everest?"

He had a cocky smile on his face as he nodded. "Yup. Was kidding about the overrated thing though. Impressed?"

"Um, yeah I'm impressed! But when, how, what was it like?" I rambled on. I couldn't believe this man I'd come to know and love still had stuff like this just to learn about. A whole lifetime to know.

He put the bottle down, thinking for a bit. "About ten years ago, when I was still in..." He hesitated. Hydra. Something we both knew, understood in... Different ways. It didn't need to be said. "I remember bits and pieces, but it was cold as hell and windy. For a second there though, at the top of the mountain, I looked out and was me. Bucky. I didn't remember the last time I had been myself like that, and I just didnt know what to do but take a deep breath in, look out at the mountains. I sat there for... Fuck knows how long."

I set down my food and reached for his hand, my thumb tracing over the back as he spoke. "Is that why you like hiking and climbing so much?"

He nodded, hand turning and holding mine. He looked at the metal hand below him intertwined with mine before he spoke. "It can always pull me out of whatever headspace I'm in, I don't know. When shit doesn't work and the day feels like hell, being out here just... Helps. It reminds me of who I was or could be. I don't know." He shrugged, looking away at the view.

I squeeze his hand, eyes tracing back to his face. "I think I can sort of understand. Not the hiking or climbing but... Being by the sea does the same for me. Helps me remember that I'm alive and here."

He nods, his gaze still in the horizon. "It's like, no matter how fucked up the world gets or I get, nature doesn't judge. She justs gets it and doesn't care. Doesn't care about who I am or what I've done."

"Because she just sees chaos and order and gets that both are important." I add, fingers still tracing along the side of his face slowly. "The rest of it doesn't really matter."

"Exactly."

We sit in silence for a moment before I shift Bucky's face towards me. His eyes lock onto mine in silent question.

"Thank you for bringing me here. And sharing this with me."

He smiles as he leans down, a small kiss pressed against my lips before he let his forehead drop to mine. "Happy to."

"So where to next?" I ask, pulling back enough to look at him. "Another mountain? The desert? A tundra?"

"Actually, " he said, that cocky smile gracing his features again. "I got the perfect spot already in mind."

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #fluff #avengers bucky #bucky fluff fic #marvel #domestic bucky #established relationship #boyfriend bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

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otomelavenderhaze · 6 days ago

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Can we stop for a minute and think about Candy's perspective during that whole situation between Rayan and Marina?

I don't talk enough about the feminine perspective of our female lead when I talk about Rayan's route, but today I was reflecting.

Ok. I won't even get into much of "did he actually and unknowingly give the wrong idea to Marina and maybe even was too trusting of others, more than he should?" cuz, come on, we all know from Marina's mouth that it was all in her head and she was the one trying super hard to hook up with someone's else man, saying that if Candy got hurt or not in the process, that was none of her concern (well, the black eye me and my girl Candy could give to Marina was also none of our concern, but we didn't so), let's leave this on the side right now.

But let's actually talk about Rayan's behavior outside of it, like when the shit went down and we got a glimpse of what he looked like (probably) when Chloe died.

Candy was a true warrior through and through, honestly, she didn't break down enough during that process (couldn't be me, I would have gone crazy).

Why do I say that?

We saw before Candy being understanding, showing empathy and loyalty to her friends, even to her significant others, but Rayan's unwillingness to share what was happening with the death threats, the kinda stalking nature, and the prossecution, all to not put a burden even bigger on her shoulders, BUT THE PATIENCE SHE RETURNED WITH IT, she asked, she didn't really know what to do or give what he needed at the moment, but she was there.

She never stopped being there, no matter what curve ball the situation gave her. And it was more than many would do in such situation.

And okay, the restaurant moment, trying to make him go with her, was a miss. My girl was delulu there. No discussion.

But who could've thought Rayan would SIMPLY runaway like a scared teenage boy that crashed his mom's car? Nobody. The answer is nobody. Even thou, after he had done it I was like "oh, I saw something like this happening before on his route".

Even when he communicated to her that he wasn't even in town anymore, she was simply devastated. But never stopped trying to understand his side. And later when Eric was pointing out (kinda rightly so, I give him that much) and she got to actually defend DEFEND the man who bolted on her, that got unceremoniously into a train and was GONE, she showed that her loyalty was real.

Like Eric didn't know Rayan at that point. Candy could've so easily (and some answers were, to be fair) talked badly about his behavior to Eric as a moment of anger or hurt, she had every right to, but choosing not, is to her merit for sure.

And we all know how hurt she must have felt, because she was ready to fight the situation head-on with Rayan, however, Rayan was NOT ready to face the situation head-on with her

(not because he didn't trust her, I read as that's his defense mechanism, he runs. When he caught himself having feelings for Candy? He ran. When they kissed and it was coming real? He ran. He knows how to be brave, but first, my man bolts, that's his thing).

AND STILL, when he came back, she received him with open arms!! With love!! Forgiveness even!!

Some of us cheated on Rayan with Eric, but honestly, honestly?? No judgments here.

And later when Chani asked Candy to talk to Marina about what happened and Marina admitted all of those things, after everything that she saw that whole situation from Rayan's perspective, how hurted and out of himself he was for weeks and Candy didn't jump on Marina at any point???

Even when Marina was like "if you did get hurt by it in the end it was none of my concern" sociopath shit. Truly, what a bad person. Toxic. Selfish. Naive. Sociopath real shit.

Through it all, that damn war, Candy made it work.

And I daresay, they only survived that one because of her, because Candy did not give up.

I don't think it was very realist like, we at least should've sit with Rayan and have a conversation about that whole shutting us out of the situation that him at times did, at the very least, and pretend it didn't happen, shouldering it alone, always so forgiving, couldn't be any of us, let's be honest here, just Candy with her never-ending loyalty.

And maybe, just maybe, that arc with Marina could've been better if we saw more of Candy's feelings and her expressing them to Rayan in a justifiable way (not like the restaurant thing, which was pushing a situation that didn't have to happen) but actually giving out a real moment.

A moment when we could actually express our feelings and even justify kissing Eric if some of us wanted to. But at once, actually seeing Candy getting hurt by Rayan's attitude, understandable getting upset, and expressing it to him to then he apologizes. Not having him just magically understanding what he did wrong and apologise without any of her input.

Just as I take my imaginary hat off for how adult and loyal Candy was in that whole situation, I also missed having the hurt she felt expressed properly to Rayan and I know he would understand and even grow from it. Another missing chance to improve Rayan as a character.

#my candy love #amor doce #corazon de melon #personal #Rayan Zaidi #it's been what two years?#kkkkkkkkk #I blame everybody who finds still my screenshots and make me go back to read those y'all bring it back to me

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its-time-to-write · 1 year ago

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Hi y’all! This is my last unprompted angsty fic for a little! Gonna go back to our usually scheduled hijinks that are sitting in my request pile, I wanted to do this one first. I write all these as a way to deal with things that happen in my own life, whether it’s stressing about school and work, stupid romance, great romance, family, health, whatever, and I wanted to say (yet again) thank you for all the support. Sometimes I still can’t believe that you all like what I write but hey, there ya go

It’s funny, because my most popular fics are the ones that have been written directly out of my actual life. The ones that start out hard-to-deal-with, or with real, palpable heartbreak. The endings are often different because real life isn’t guaranteed a happy ending, but I’m allowed to take the past and see what it would be like if things went differently.

My characterization of Jamie is based on the only person I’ve ever really loved, which is why I can write his voice so clearly. I first watched Ted Lasso and was surprised at how similar they were, stupid hair and all. A lot of these fics are my way of archiving our story and immortalizing parts of it, as well as reminding myself that the love was there. It didn’t last and it wasn’t supposed to, but it was there.

Now, what’s real and what’s fiction? I’ll leave that up to you to decide, but I will say that it’s more than you might think and less than you might hope for.

So if you read this current fic and think, “huh, that was a really specific premise,” well I got news for you! It is. I’m in the first part of my journey on this, the early stages, and this story is not the way I want things to go for me. But I’m hoping that by creating a good ending out of a rough beginning, I can better face whatever lies ahead for me whether I approach it on my own two feet or with the assistance of some really sick wheels.

Anyway, enjoy this or skip it, it won’t hurt my feelings!

how to love being alive

Jamie’s at training when he gets the call. He barely registers the words on the other side when he’s cursing something awful, enough to make Roy Kent blush, and saying something about an emergency before speeding out the door. He pauses for a moment to look up an address in his phone, then he’s tearing out of the parking lot in a manner that puts Colin to shame.

To summarize, he’s not acting like himself.

He pulls up to a chiropractor of all places and the girl at the front desk must be able to tell who he’s here for because she just points to a door down the hall. Jamie’s pretty sure he’s never moved this quick in his life and wonders if this could translate to the pitch. Sure he’s fast, but he could always be faster.

He bursts through the door to see you borderline catatonic, staring at the floor while a doctor pats your arm. She looks at Jamie and says, “Let’s chat for a minute outside,” before he has a chance to say a single thing. Jamie can’t tear his eyes away from you as the doctor leads him out and shuts the door.

“Thought emergency contacts were for like, hospitals and shit,” he says.

The chiropractor shakes her head. Jamie notes that her name tag says “Dr. Hadley,” and has a vague memory of you mentioning her a few months ago.

God, it feels like a lifetime ago.

“We’re not confident she’s in a fit state to get herself home,” Dr. Hadley says. “Her headspace is a little messed up, which is to be expected. Usually people come to these types of appointments with some moral support.”

Jamie asks, “What kinds of appointments?” and Dr. Hadley tilts her head at him.

“You are Mr. Tartt, aren’t you?” she asks and Jamie just scoffs because he can’t decide between responding obviously, or telling her no, he’s not Mr. Tartt, that’s his father. He’s just Jamie.

Dr. Hadley knows who he is because she doesn’t live in a hole in the ground, so she doesn’t ask for identification. She takes his scoff as permission to keep talking, so she says, “She’s here for her MRI results. We’ve been in the process of treating a protrusion on her spine.”

Jamie is positive everyone in this office must think he’s on drugs because Dr. Hadley is talking like he’s supposed to know this, but for the life of him he knows you’d never said a thing.

“Your girlfriend has been in a severe amount of pain over the last few months, and we’ve finally been able to see the extent of the problem. Apparently she thought it would just go away, but it never did. So now she’s here with us.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jamie says automatically. Because it’s true, innit? You’re not. You’ve been broken up for a month because he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take the irritation at attending his matches and the tossing and turning in bed at night and the fact that you were wound so tight that you’d snap at the most minor offenses.

You hadn’t been surprised when Jamie said he couldn’t do it anymore, it’s over, and at the time he had wished that you’d shown just a tiny sliver of emotion. After all, a year and two months is a long time to be with someone for you to coldly slide him his key and then turn away as though he were a stranger.

He could have sworn there was a glimmer of tears in your eyes, but they’d looked that way for a bit now so maybe it was just allergies. There’s no reason for you to have been in the verge of tears for the entire month before the breakup, right?

Right.

But he can’t think about that now because Dr. Hadley is frowning at him in a way that so comically reminds him of Roy’s sister that he has to bite back a laugh.

Everything’s all twisted.

“I certainly hope your split was amicable,” Dr. Hadley says. “You’re the only one listed as her emergency contact. She needs someone to get her home safely.”

“Right,” says Jamie. “Yes. Fuck. Right. Um, what exactly is wrong with her?”

Dr. Hadley shakes her head. “That’s her personal information to share with you at her prerogative. And we should probably go see her, I’m sure she doesn’t want to be alone for long.”

Jamie snorts at that. This doctor doesn’t know you at all. If you’ve received any type of bad news the last thing you want is people hanging around.

Jamie used to pride himself on being the only one you’d let into the bad-new bubble.

You don’t count with those other people, you’d said once while wrapped around Jamie so tight he thought he’d have to call Ted to bring a crowbar. You said, I don’t have to pretend around you. I don’t ever get tired of you.

Jamie bitterly thinks that that statement turned out to be a lie, but he shakes it off because you’ve only been separated a month, and apparently he’s still your emergency contact for a doctor he didn’t know you had been seeing and fuck if you didn’t look like the most pitiful thing he’d ever seen. He’ll pretend it’s ok for as long as it takes to get you home and comfortable, and then he’s calling this office to get his number switched off.

So he follows Dr. Hadley back into the room as she softly says your name in order to break whatever trance has you studying the carpet like your final exam is in ten minutes.

You can barely look at her as she whispers something about going home and being gentle, to which you nod and finally look at Jamie.

He wonders if you recognize him, because the stare you have is so vacant that you might as well be looking at a stranger.

“Is she on drugs?” he asks because it looks like you’re on drugs.

Dr. Hadley shakes her head and holds out her arm to help you up. “No, she’s just in a lot of pain. And emotional distress. It’s a killer combo, and she’ll need extra gentle handling for a while. No sitting for too long, no bending, no lifting. There’s a back support at the front desk for you to take.”

Jamie thinks he hears something pointed in the way Dr. Hadley says, extra gentle. What, like he doesn’t know how bad an injury can take you out? He’s in the Premier League for fuck’s sake. He knows how to deal with a strained muscle.

Dr. Hadley transfers your arm over to Jamie’s so smoothly that he barely understands what’s happening as she ushers you both out the door, thrusting a small foam roll into Jamie’s free hand.

“For lumbar support,” she says. “Won’t help much, but it’s better than nothing.”

Jamie’s pretty sure he’s said thanks as you climb in the car and then he’s in the drivers seat and it’s dead quiet.

“Right,” he says to the silence. “What the fuck.”

You’re picking at your nails something fierce. Jamie has to fight the urge to take your hand in his. A month of separation is not long enough for this shit.

“Can you just drive?” you ask in a broken voice. “I don’t want to be sitting for longer than I have to.”

There’s a new pitch in your voice, one Jamie’s never heard before, so he doesn’t argue. He doesn’t turn on the radio or a playlist or a podcast or anything, just drives in silence. He knows if it’s quiet long enough, you’ll talk.

He’s the opposite. He doesn’t need time to crack wide open, just a kind touch or a soft glance and he’s an open book. He was always shocked how early into your relationship you’d figured that out. A soft, “What’s on your mind, Jaim?” and he was unloading about whatever stress or fear he had.

He’s two minutes away from your flat when you break the silence. “I have gradual onset paralysis,” you say in a voice devoid of emotion. “‘Gradual onset’ means it happens over time. Paralysis means, well…paralysis.”

Jamie can hear what you’re saying and he understands it, but what catches him is the way you’re like nothing more than a hollow body. Not cracking a joke, not picking a fight. Just- empty.

Jamie says a long and drawn out “Fuuuckk,” because what else can you say? It’s not really his business to comfort you or to pry, except he’s the one the doctor called, so he allows himself one question.

“How did it happen?”

Last he knew, you were healthy as a horse.

“Two disks in my spine popped,” you reply, still in that same awful emotionless voice. “They’re not really sure how, could’ve been any number of things. Anyway, it got into my nerves. And my spinal cord. And it’s messing things up and it’s only going to get worse. The scans were to see if they could operate, because sometimes you can remove the shards. Or whatever it is. But I guess they can’t, because if they tried I’d definitely be paralyzed. So all I can do now is be in pain and wait for my legs to shut down.”

Jamie doesn’t know how to respond to any of that but he’s saved from thinking of an adequate response because he’s at your flat.

It was smart of you not to sell it when you’d moved in with Jamie. He wonders if you knew the breakup was inevitable.

He hops out and opens the door like a gentleman, offering his hand like he’s some Mr. Darcy-type shit, except you had both agreed that Roy was Mr. Darcy and he was Bingley. So it doesn’t fit at all except as soon as you’re done clutching his hand so you can get out without unnecessary pain, his hand flexes itself like he’s in that damn movie.

It wasn’t even a conscious choice, just a thing his hand decided to do, and he definitely thinks he’s going to have to talk to Ted about this. Or maybe Sam. Sam knows shit and is good at empathy. Maybe he’ll know what to say when your ex-girlfriend tells you she’s not going to walk ever again.

Jamie follows you to the door as you fiddle with the lock and push it open with a sigh. For a moment he doesn’t know if he should go inside, but it smells like honey and cinnamon because it’s the beginning of fall and he thinks that he should at least make sure you’ll be alright.

He notices you’re moving weird. All stiff, like. You’re trying to get an icepack out of the freezer but you can’t maneuver in a way that’s comfortable so Jamie grabs it and hands it to you.

You mumble, “Thanks,” and Jamie catches a glimpse of the perpetual glimmer in your eye.

“D’you need me to call someone?” he asks. “I can get Keeley down here. Or fucking… Ted. Or Colin.” He doesn’t say Sam, because he needs Sam. He can’t talk to Sam if he’s here with you.

You shake your head. Jamie wonders if it hurts to talk, but he remembers how much you hate the sound of your voice when you’re crying.

You take a slow, shallow breath to collect yourself. “I’m ok,” you finally say. “Not much anyone can do, and you’ve got training. I- I didn’t know they’d call you. I still have to switch your number with someone else. I’m probably going to ask Keeley since my family’s still far away.”

“Right,” Jamie says. Not much else to say. Except-

“You were seeing that bone doctor when we were together, and you didn’t fucking say anything?”

It’s accusatory and he knows it, but he can’t for the life of him say it kinder. Ted’s always on about communication and shit, and that is not communication.

You shuffle over to the couch and use it to help you lay face down in the floor. The icepack is precariously balanced on the small of your back.

“Didn’t know how to tell you,” comes your muffled voice. “Least, I figured out how to tell you too late. What was I gonna say, ‘Sorry I’ve been a complete bitch to you for four weeks, I’ve got shit floating around in my spine that makes me hurt so bad I want to die?’ Sounds fucking stupid.”

Jamie wants to say, Swear jar because it’s a long-standing joke, but he catches the words right before they reach the tip of his tongue.

“You could’ve said something,” he replies instead. “Chronic pain’s shit. It’s really shit and it makes you act like shit to the people you care about. It’s not an excuse, but it’s a reason.” As the words are coming out of his mouth, Jamie is reminded of a time when the roles were reversed, and you were giving him the “excuse versus reason,” speech.

You’d said, You’re dad’s an abusive prick, Jamie. Makes sense that you’d have a lot of negative emotions.

Fuck, if only you’d said something sooner. Maybe this would be something that you’d be cracking jokes about, or Jamie would be holding your hand, or he’d be laying right next to you as he runs his fingers through your hair.

But your muscles spasm so that thought gets banished as you bite on your forearm in an effort not to yell.

“Fucking hell,” Jamie says. “I don’t think you’re sorted on your own. I’m calling Ted.”

He walks to the other room so he can pretend he can’t hear your protests.

—

Ted leaves training to Roy, Beard, and Nate. What’s the point in having four coaches if one of ‘em can’t leave for family emergencies?

Sure, you’re not actually family, but that’s Ted for you. He doesn’t do casual friendships.

Jamie is out the door like a shot as soon as Ted knocks with a “Sorry, coach,” that Ted barely has a chance to wave off.

Ted doesn’t say much once he’s inside, just rambles on about training and Kansas and Henry. He’s clattering around in your kitchen and you can’t find it in yourself to care what he’s doing so you just keep laying on the floor, willing your back to stop hurting.

Finally, he comes over and sets down a smoothie in a short glass with a straw.

“It’s so you can drink it without moving,” he explains.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you say more to the couch legs than to Ted.

He sighs from where he’s crouched down next to you. “You don’t really have a choice, darlin’. You have to do this. The question is, are you gonna go through it alone?”

You shrug as best as you’re able.

“Wrong answer,” says Ted, standing up. “You’ve got a whole crew of people here who are gonna root for you and support you with whatever you need. All you got to do is ask, sweetheart.”

Ah, fuck, you’re crying again and Ted can definitely tell because your shoulders are shaking. He’s pretty sure you’d want to save face so he stands up and says, “Beard’s coming over after training. Says he wants to figure out how to modify your house for a wheelchair or something. Thought I’d make us all dinner so we’re not so hangry when he mentions taking an ax to anything.”

The mental image of Coach Beard chopping down your stairs is enough to make you smile a little through your tears.

—

Waiting is really shitty. Like, really shitty. Every day is the same thing: tingly legs, shooting pains, phantom cramps. The worst was when Dani and Richard were over and you stood up to get something from the fridge, and your legs decided at that moment to lose feeling. You panicked with your arms held out for balance as you swayed back and forth for a moment, willing your feet to fucking move. They did, but not before Dani and Richard were on you in a flash, ready to catch you if you fell.

“Well that was weird,” you joke in an effort to cut the tension. They laugh, but you still catch their worried glance.

“You do not have to put on a brave face for us,” Dani says. “If you want to joke, we will joke. But if you want to cry, we will cry too.”

“You can cry,” Richard says, “I will just pour more wine.”

You laugh. There’s been a steady stream of Greyhounds at your flat for the last week and a half. Everyone and their mother (quite literally) has come by to see you. Your own parents were coming in a week to stay indefinitely while you sorted things out.

You wonder if it’s easier to lose control of your legs slowly or all at once? On the one hand, you at least have notice. But on the other hand, the long, drawn-out waiting feels like slow torture. Every day you wake up from restless sleep and experimentally wiggle your toes. Every day, you check off one more box on your mental calendar as you count down to a date that doesn’t even properly exist.

The only person who hasn’t visited is Jamie. You don’t blame him, though. Keeley’s come round almost every single day and has been successfully switched to your emergency contact. She’s the one you’re calling as soon as you discover you can’t move.

You’re pretty sure it’s getting closer. Your legs fall asleep more frequently and things are all numb. It’s like you know you’re in pain, but it’s not quite registering with your nerves.

It fucking sucks.

—

You don’t believe in intuition like spirits and all that, but you believe in it in that your brain can pick up things that you couldn’t if you were actually trying.

That’s why you’re pretty sure this is it.

Walking is pretty much a no-go right now, so you stiff-leg yourself to the couch and sprawl out as comfortably as you can.

You call Keeley, and she’s over in no time.

“Hi babes,” she says as soon as she’s through the door, “Can I call Rebecca for girls’s night?”

“Sure,” you say, “Might as well live it up.”

Keeley replies, “Great! She’ll be here in ten minutes,” and you laugh, really actually laugh, because of course Keeley’s already called her.

Rebecca swoops in all smiles and no sympathy which is great because if one more person pushes their lower lip out at you, you’re going to scream. She’s brought drinks and Keeley’s pulling out snacks and you’re going to talk and giggle until you fall asleep, ready for what the morning has.

“Is Shandy making a move on that one player?” Rebecca asks Keeley from the couch.

“Nah,” Keeley calls back, “He said he wasn’t interested right now. Still hung up, I think.”

“What player?” you ask. You know what Shandy’s like, and you feel for the poor guy.

Rebecca and Keeley are silent before Keeley says, “You wouldn’t know him.”

“Bullshit,” you reply. “I know everyone on that team and I know you haven’t signed anyone new recently. Is it Colin?”

Rebecca shakes her head and gives Keeley a look. Keeley shrugs. “You’re the one who brought it up, babes.”

Rebecca turns to you. “It’s Jamie,” she says. “She’s been trying to bag him ever since Zava showed up.”

You shake your head. “She’s not right for him. He deserves someone better than that.”

Keeley’s back from the kitchen and scrutinizing your expression. “And what exactly do you mean by better?” she asks.

You laugh. “Oh no, not me. I wasn’t talking about me. No, I’m not- he needs someone different. Like, I don’t know, Roy’s sister, maybe? She’s great and a doctor to boot. Very caring too.”

“You’re caring,” Keeley says slowly, “And anyway, Molly doesn’t like him like that. They’re just friends.”

“Hang on, are you putting yourself in the same bracket as Shandy?” Rebecca interjects.

You shrug. “I was a complete bitch the last month we were together. There’s no excuse for it. I’m just surprised he lasted as long as he did.”

“You were in fucking pain!” Keeley exclaims. “You said you weren’t sleeping and everything fucking hurt and you couldn’t even think straight.”

You grab a handful of candy from a bowl. “Keels, I appreciate the sentiment, but I majorly fucked it. Like, there’s no going back. So he can date whoever he wants as long as it’s not fucking Shandy. Can we please, please move on?”

Rebecca’s eyes are narrowed but they both acquiesce. “Keeley, what about your love life? I’m sure it’s boring as usual.”

Keeley shrieks and smacks her with a pillow. “Fuck off,” she replies. “I’ll have you know it’s going very well…”

—

You were right. You wake up still on the couch tangled in Keeley’s arms, and the standard toe-wiggle just… doesn’t happen. It’s quiet, the early morning type, the kind where the sunlight isn’t so harsh and birds are chirping softly and all of Richmond hasn’t quite got up to begin their day.

As you look at your unmoving toes, the first thing you feel is a rush of relief. The waiting’s over, you think.

You look over to the wheelchair that’s been leaning patiently against the wall all this time. Here’s the first day of forever. You’re in no rush for it to start, so you let Keeley’s little snores and Rebecca’s heavy breathing lull you back to sleep.

—

It’s definitely a learning curve. And it’s frustrating. And if one more person catches you crying out of sheer rage, you’re going to start throwing things. But like Ted said, you don’t really have a choice.

Your mom said, “The only way out is through,” then grinned at the murderous glare you shot her way. She opened her phone and pulled up a picture of you, age three. “Same lovely expression as always,” she remarks cheerfully. That cracks your frown. You always were a funny kid.

It takes a while to figure out how to get places. Keeley (the absolute angel) volunteered, but she’s busy with the PR firm and quite frankly, a little too delicate to help you into a car. You made the mistake of saying this exactly one time and because subject to a rant about how she’s “not weak, just PETITE FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!”

Roy had punctuated her argument with a couple “That’s fucking right, babe"s all while rolling his eyes behind her back. It made you giggle.

The general consensus was that at any given reasonable hour (or unreasonable if you’re Richard or Bumbercatch) a Greyhound or coach would be able to get you where you’re needed. And today, that place is Nelson Road.

“How often does Jamie come visit?” Jan Maas asks, straightforward as ever.

“Um, never,” you reply. “We broke up, remember?”

“Right,” agrees Jan Maas. “We all know that, I just assumed you had gotten back together.”

You laugh. How absurd. “And why on earth would you assume that?”

“Because he talks about you all the time,” comes his prompt reply.

Huh. That’s interesting. You haven’t received so much as a single emoji from Jamie, but hadn’t thought a thing of it. But this, this is strange. This does not fit into your idea of how broken up people act.

“Weird,” you say. “Wonder what the fuck that’s about.”

Jan Maas shrugs and moves to lift you from the car.

—

It’s weird to be at Nelson Road, number one because it’s been FOREVER, number two because you’re eye-level with all sorts of things you’d never noticed before (ahem, part of the wall Roy kicked that no one cared to patch up), and number three because the last time you were here, it was as Jamie Tartt’s girlfriend.

Jan holds open the door as you roll in, ready to face whatever lies in wait.

It turns out whatever is a very excited Ted and Beard as well as a neutral Roy who present you a coaching jacket and a whistle.

“You’re coaching with us today because that little rat bastard Nate went to the dark side,” Beard says.

You remark, “Tell us how you really feel,” earning a snort from Roy and a chuckle from Trent Crimm.

“Oh yeah,” Ted says, “this is Trent. He’s writing a book.”

“Cool,” you say, “but you do know I know jack shit about coaching?”

Beard shrugs. “Neither do we. Worked out pretty well so far.” That earns another snort from Roy.

“Right,” you say. “Well, I guess I’m up for anything.”

“You mean ‘down,’” says Ted. “Oh I’m sorry, is it too soon?”

“Never,” you reply. “It’s never too soon to make trauma-related puns and this world, it’s either laugh or cry. So fuck it, I’m going to laugh.”

“Fuck yes,” grunts Roy before turning on his heel to yell at the team to GET THE FUCK ON THE PITCH YOU LITTLE PRICKS!

—

You don’t do much except sit there and watch as the coaches yell and point and run drills. It’s a chore to remind yourself not to check out Jamie’s butt as he runs by so you start thinking not yours, not yours, like a mental mantra.

He’s not looking at you so you won’t look at him and you’re sure it won’t be a problem because there are so many people to look at and talk to, except lunch rolls around (haha) and you sit at the head of a table and Jamie’s on the bench right next to you. So. There goes the no eye-contact plan.

You take exactly two bites of your sandwich before thinking fuck this and pushing yourself back so you can roll away. You can just take the elevator to see Becca.

You’ve made it a good way down the hall when you hear Jamie calling your name while saying, “Wait,” so you move a little faster.

But it’s still new and you’re painfully reminded that arms are not legs so he catches you with ease.

“The fuck are you running away for?” he asks, and you want to point out that technically, you weren’t running. Metaphorically though, he’d be right.

“I’m not running,” you reply. “I was just going to see Rebecca.”

“Bullshit,” he says. “I know you, and that was running. Is it because of me?”

“No,” you say, and you realize how much you’ve been looking up today. Your fucking neck needs a break so you rub it and look straight ahead, past Jamie at a life-size decal of O’Brien on the opposite wall.

“Why would I be running away from you? You’re not- I’m the shitty ex in this situation. I’m the one who fucked things up, Jamie, so… you don’t have to like, pretend that it’s your problem. I actually think it would be better if you were just mad and avoided me instead of whatever the hell is currently happening.”

Jamie rubs his jaw. He should be exasperated, he should, but instead the gears in his mind are turning. A few words stick out to him and then it’s like the final puzzle piece has clicked into place.

“Hang on,” he says slowly. “Hold the fuck up. Did you mess things up on purpose?”

The moment the words are out of his mouth he wants to take them back and apologize, because there’s no way they’re actually true, except you have a look on your face that can only be described as guilty.

“Fuuckkk,” Jamie breathes out and you hurriedly interject, “It wasn’t intentional! At least, not at first. It started because I was irritable because I hurt a lot, and then I convinced myself that I was faking it so I got mad at myself for being a little liar. And then I couldn’t sleep because I hurt so bad and everything was making me uncomfortable so I started snapping at you. I noticed it pretty quick so I figured I’d get the pain checked out and sorted because I didn’t think pulled muscles were supposed to last this long. And it turned out that it wasn’t a pulled muscle but some of my disks were all weird, and then one day in between physical therapy and the chiropractor, I fell on my back and jostled everything wrong and it fucking popped.”

Jamie thinks he knows exactly when that was. He remembers you saying something about falling while walking to your car after work and him asking if you needed ice. It was at the tail end of things, and he’d taken your stiffness figuratively as opposed to literally. Like, you were acting all cold because you hated him, not because you couldn’t move.

“So,” you continue, “I just leaned into it. I mean, Dr. Hadley was only one of my doctors, but she’s the one who told me I- you know, could end up like this. She said if things popped and it got into my spinal cord or fluid or whatever and they couldn’t get it out, it was only a matter of time before it messed everything up. They only way to stop it at that point would be to not move so either way, I end up stuck.”

You half-sob, half-laugh. “I didn’t know how to tell you and I could tell you were already annoyed with me so I just decided to let it happen. You’re better off without me, anyway. I hate asking for help and I hate when people give me empathetic looks or what-fucking-ever, and I was going to have to ask you for a lot of help. You don’t even fucking have time for that, Jamie.”

Jamie is at a loss for words, and you’ve run out of things to say.

You stare at each other in the hallway by the elevator, breathing heavily. You’ve both triggered each other’s fight-or-flight response, and it seems you’re both down for a fight.

“Right,” Jamie says finally, “ok, yeah, ok. You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to have to deal with this?”

You nod.

“Right,” he says again. “That’s fucked up.”

You don’t respond and he looks at you closely. “You know that’s fucked up, yeah?”

You shrug.

“Jesus, babe.” Jamie runs his hands through his hair. He’s going to have to fix his headbands. “Alright,” he says yet again, “look. Dr. Sharon and me- we talk. And, you’re supposed to be able to talk to people about shit like this. Like, me playing football isn’t supposed to mean I don’t have time for the people I love. And if you’re feeling that way or if you’re hurting, you have to tell me so I don’t think you’re being all pissed off because you hate me. That’s the whole point of love, babe. You take care of each other’s shit.”

“Jamie, I can’t get places easily anymore. I can’t drive and I can’t go up steps. I will never be able to storm the pitch to kiss you or walk with you in Brazil. I get mad really easily because everything’s so fucking frustrating and I just want to punch something.” You shake your head. “You don’t deserve any of that. You need someone who can be there for you and isn’t a total pill to be around.”

“Are you fucking trying to push me away?” he asks.

“Yes!” you exclaim. “Obviously!”

“Well fucking don’t. You almost had me the first time, but good luck getting rid of me now.”

“Fine!”

“For fuck’s sake, just kiss,” groans Will, walking by with an armful of laundry.

“Fuck off, William!” you both say in unison and then Jamie’s on one knee, eye-level with you and brushing a thumb across your chin.

“Fucking hell, love,” he breathes. “You have to remember that you can talk to me, yeah? Just promise you’ll remember.”

You nod, unable to speak.

“Good,” he says. “We’re giving this another go. And if you can’t kiss me on the pitch, might as well do it here, yeah?”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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bloodredfountainpen · 6 months ago

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The Name

Sequel to ‘The Gift’

Masterlist

Contains/CW: pet whump, bbu adjacent, caretaker new master, morally dubious caretaker, fear of torture/punishment

G-22985 was trying to stay optimistic. Master was ignoring him, which was better than whatever punishment he was sure was waiting for him soon. Still, it was hard to ignore the pit in his empty stomach, and it was so hard not to imagine what types of punishments this Master would use on him. He hoped it would be something tame, like the simple beating Master Liam always favored, but Master didn’t seem like the brutish type, so G-22985 feared that it would be something much worse. If I were still with Master Liam, I’d surely be bleeding by now, he told himself silently, That’s something to be thankful for, right?

He stayed perfectly still as Master fiddled with his phone, savoring these painless minutes while Master ignored him. Being ignored was the best outcome, all things considered, he sure didn’t want Master’s attention, which only ever lead to pain.

His knees and ankles ached, but that pain was nothing compared to what he was in for, so he ignored the urge to change to a more comfortable position. Technically Master had said he was allowed, but he knew better than to trust anyone anymore. This was just another test, one which G-22985 refused to fail.

Mind over matter, he repeated for the millionth time in his life, I’ll hold this position as long as it keeps me safe. He didn’t know where that mantra came from, but it had gotten him through every torture that had been levied against him since he first woke up on that operating table. Every trial and test, every challenge, every ounce of pain. So long as his mind remained strong, he could endure.

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The doorbell rang, and Anthony met the delivery girl at the door. Thankfully for Anthony, he was able to angle the door to keep his new inconvenience hidden. It had taken the pizza a half hour to arrive, and in that time, the Pet hadn’t moved a single muscle insofar as Anthony could tell. However, when the pizza’s scent began to permeate the living room, he thought he caught the Pet’s posture perk up slightly.

Anthony carefully set the pizza down in front of the still motionless Pet, then toon his place across from him as he opened up the cardboard box. “Don’t pretend you aren’t hungry, I know you want some of this, and you’re welcome to it, but you have to actually sit up and take it,” he instructed. He didn’t want to starve the Pet by any means, but food was what motivated Anthony, so it was a safe bet that food would motivate the Pet to uncurl himself as well.

Sure enough, after a few moments, the Pet knelt up, shoulders still hunched and trying to seem small, with wide and uncertain eyes. He hesitantly took a slice, which was devoured almost instantly.

“Thank you, Master,” the Pet muttered, still refusing to make eye contact.

Before the Pet could return to his position, Anthony cut in, “Wait, stay up please. I know you’re not going to believe me, but I really don’t want to hurt you, I just want to talk.”

The Pet’s stomach loudly growled, and he further folded in on himself in shame. “You can have as many pieces as you want, you know?” Anthony asked, no longer surprised by the Pet’s unending disregard for himself.

———————————————————————

As many as I want? Did G-22985 hear that right? Surely not, he must have heard Master wrong. Another test? But, he seems annoyed with me, so maybe not. Only one way to find out, I guess.

He weighed the risk of failing yet another test against the risk of annoying Master, and both of those against his now wetted hunger. In the end, his hunger won out, and ever so carefully, he went to grab another slice of pizza. Master didn’t stop him, and he wolfed it down, gratitude filling his chest, before a jolt from his training brought him back to reality. Greedy, aren’t you ‘985? Be careful, no one wants a greedy Pet.

“So, Pet, do you have a name?” Master asked, and G-22985 had no idea what Master meant. A name? That was something people had, not Pets. Though, he recalled, sometimes Masters would call their Pets something other than their designation for convenience’s sake.

“My designation is G-22985, but I will respond and obey however you wish to refer to me,” he parroted, the response was the standard he’d been taught. He secretly hoped that he wouldn’t be given a designation too degrading, which of course he knew was a bad thought, but he’d been bad so many times already, one little thought in the privacy of his own head couldn’t make his situation any worse.

“Well, I’m not calling you a string of numbers. Pick something, anything, whatever you want to be called, I’ll use it,” Master commanded.

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The Pet got a panicked look on his face and took a quick look around, his gaze landing on the tree in his apartment complex’s courtyard.

“C-Cedar. Is Cedar alright with you, Master?” The Pet- Cedar now, he supposed- asked, still seeking reassurance, his voice taking on a familiar quiver as he, for the third time within a few minutes, curled in on himself in a futile attempt to look small.

“Yeah, Cedar’s fine. It’s good, actually. Cedar. Good choice.” Anthony tried to reassure Cedar because referring to this whole ass person as ‘the Pet’ had gotten a bit weird, and Anthony was grateful to have something at all to call his charge.

Now then, the next step would be the hardest, because the only place Anthony had for Cedar to sleep was the pullout couch, and he knew that convincing Cedar to sleep on it was going to be a headache and a half.

@maenr

#whump #pet whump #bbu adjacent #morally dubious caretaker #caretaker new master

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devieuls · 1 year ago

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The way of love pt.V

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: NSFW!! Dirty Talk; Bites; Blood; Spit; "Power Play"; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; "Swearing"; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Growls.

Lenght : 6.3k

Notes: The chapter would have been out sooner if Tumblr hadn’t deleted my notes. BTW, well, I'm here to tell you that this chapter is the much-coveted NSFW, so I urge minors not to read, I know you will do it anyway, but please, please listen to me </3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star. LEFELAN: Male Na'vi; YAWNETU: Loved One; TSAHEY: Expression of frustration like 'oh, hell!'; NGATSYIP: Little you; PRRNEN: Baby; SA'NUTSYIP: Little mommy/mama

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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"I hate you, Sully." You hissed before you left him and walked back to where the clan was celebrating, "Will you give me another kiss for that?" He said, laughing as you settled in so as not to let anyone know what had happened, ignoring him during the solitary walk that divided you more and more. In addition to Neteyam, that small event had also seen Uleyte from afar, remaining slightly baffled by your change on that occasion…

While you were walking you could still feel Neteyam’s hands gripping you, as his warm breath pinched your skin, wet kisses that gave you chills, and the way frustration appeared between your legs. Your breaths were heavy as you missed Neteyam’s body against yours, and you couldn’t help wondering what the fuck was your problem.

You fixed your hair to cover the little bite marks left by the boy on the sides of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as a delicate hand landed on your back, only to find it was Tul'pey once you turned around. You tried to smile naturally, like the guilt of what you just did wasn’t eating your vocal cords now that you were looking into his eyes.

"Ma yawne, I was looking for you. Where have you been?" His sweet voice was like a stab in the stomach, not finding an adequate answer to give to your future mate. His eyes went down your body, noticing smudges of paint on your hips and abdomen, and then noticing some equally smudged red lines on your neck, which were slightly covered by some strands of hair. His gaze took a little, then opened his mouth again. "…And why is the paint on your body in this…way?"

You couldn’t help swallowing, feeling a lump in your throat as Tul'pey’s grip on your back hardened, making you shudder. Your eyes sought comfort away from those of Tul'pey who burned your skin. "Umh… I-I" you managed to say while you were searching for other words to form a sentence of full meaning.

"Y/N. Where you’ve been for half an hour. And why did you come back like this?" His harsh words scratched your skin, and in that moment you wished you had been attacked by a hungry Palulukan. Tul'pey was a great hunter, for this reason no detail went unnoticed, so you wondered why you had even thought that fixing your hair and clothes would be enough to go unnoticed, especially in his eyes. You felt like a complete idiot for not remembering the paint, you were so busy panting over another guy’s touches that your brain got drunk.

Your pupils dilated and then thought that if you were reduced to that state, then most likely Neteyam was too. You silently prayed to Eywa that Neteyam would not come out of the forest now, or you would die. Tul'pey began to spatter over your behavior, grabbed your face from your jaw, wrapped his hand and squeezed impatiently. "I swear-" started to say and then stopped when he saw hands wrapped around your waist from behind.

The hands were warm, the grip soft and delicate as if they didn’t want to hurt you. A warm body pressed against your back, pulling Tul'pey’s hand apart; the warm breath of the na'vi behind you tickled your throat and then let you breathe again as if the lump in your throat were suddenly loose.

"Oh, it’s my fault." said the gentle voice of your best friend who was holding you. "Lately I have been terribly affectionate, and I didn’t realize I had spoiled the vernce of y/n" the girl laughed slightly and then showed Tul'pey her arms with smudged paint, and then detached from you and show the other smudges of paint on her body. " See?"

Tul'pey’s hand left its grip on your jaw and chuckled, "I should have imagined it" the boy cleared his voice and then took a few steps back. "Y/n, however your parents were looking for you, we were worried about you… I… well, I’m going for.. you know." his voice was broken, obviously embarrassed by the way he was placed. After all, he was always very jealous and protective, but this was the first time you saw him a little more 'aggressive' with you.

When the boy left, you turned to Uleyte and embraced her instinctively. " I… can expl-" Uleyte laughed and shook his head slightly. " You can’t explain better than what I saw" your face began to burn because of the redness, you looked into her eyes mortified.

"Don’t look at me like that… I just wasted good paint and good tribal designs just to save your pretty face," she continued to reassure you. " It’s not what you think. It happened unintentionally. I-I swear!" You started making excuses, and then you got stuck with the girl who just had a smile on her face.

"So your 'oh, Neteyam' were unintentionally? because I think I heard something that sounded like that." She teased you, right before you started slapping her arm with embarrassment. " ULEYTE!" you sighed before leaving the girl’s body.

"I know I’m going to ask you a huge favor, but I need you to go paint Neteyam’s body. If they found out, the hugging excuse wouldn’t hold" You said, taking her hands and hoping she’d agree. "I stopped him right before he left the forest. I had already thought about doing it, but you two little parultysìp! you have to think about things like that, if I hadn’t been there it would have ended very badly" she replied sweetly, before taking one of the white bowls and heading towards the place where Neteyam had stopped. You whispered a "thank you" to her that she smiled back before disappearing into the trees.

Neteyam froze on the spot when he saw Uleyte arrive with a bowl in his hand, sure it was full of poison to make him swallow. Surprisingly not so, the girl made Neteyam sit on the ground, before starting to rebuild the lines that were smudged.

"She has a mate." she whispered chillingly after a few minutes of awkward silence, where Neteyam didn’t know how to speak. "A companion who was sent to her by Eywa." She continued without ever looking away from the paint to make the drawings.

"I know…" Neteyam replied in one breath, feeling tense.

" If you’re going to play with her, I swear, I-" Uleyte stopped when he saw Neteyam’s eyes, and then watched as he was already answering. " I’m not playing." His sincere look and convincing tone made the girl nod, who went on quietly. "You know what she risks. It will be the next Olo'eykte, and if it’s because of you her name gets muddy, you’ll destroy everything she’s worked for over the years." She replied, that she finished drawing on Neteyam’s body. "She does not have the privilege of being a lefnelan, the na'vi would break her spirit and she will have no honor. Be wise, future Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya." She rose from the ground, drawing two lines in the center of the forehead, symbol of wisdom. "Y/n is a sister to me. I will not speak of what I have seen, I only hope that Eywa will protect you two, whatever your decision, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan." When Uleyte finished talking, she disappeared into the trees, returning to the village.

Neteyam spent a few minutes observing the trees, thinking about what the girl had just told him. In that month that he had been so in contact with you, he could not help but appreciate every little part of you: the way you covered your smile when he said something funny; how you rolled your eyes at his jokes out of place; The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the sea and the wind in your culture; Your hair smelling of Yovo Fruit; Your bioluminescent freckles reminiscent of the stars you saw in the night; your decided character. He couldn’t see anything in you but perfection, so he couldn’t help but be jealous of how Tul'pey touched you, caressed you or kissed you. He was burning with jealousy, because he knew damn well he wanted to be the one to make you smile after a kiss, he wanted to be your partner, hold you every night to his chest and worship you as if you were the sun and moon of his world.

When he recovered, he returned to the village, immediately greeted by Tul'pey who invited him to sit among his friends during the banquet. When he saw you coming, his eyes followed your every move, enchanted by the way you radiated your own light only with your presence. He noticed how the smudges in your paint had been retouched like his, and couldn’t stop thinking about how soft your skin was and how his hands fit perfectly into your soft hips.

As Ikeyni began the opening speech to bless the food and the day in the name of Eywa, Neteyam had to mentally apologize to the Great Mother, because in his mind your whimpers echoed against the tree and as you called his name so sweetly.

You noticed Neteyam’s gaze upon you, but you avoided reciprocating, pointing your eyes at your mother who started talking once everyone sat down. Once the Olo'eykte speech was over, everyone began to eat and talk to each other, while the fire you had lit for Eywa created a crackling melody that accompanied the discussions.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mi'feya, the dancer of your clan, approaching Neteyam to talk to him. Her body language was so clear, the way she touched her hair, her tail moving slightly behind her, her fingers touching Neteyam’s skin, and then the smiles he smiled back at her. At that moment your heart was as if it was beating more slowly, you felt burning at the height of the larynx, tense muscles and a heaviness that was not in your belly before. Your jaw stiffened to the point of clenching it until you felt pain, while the nikt'chey in your hand turned to mush. It annoyed you to see Mi'feya so close to Neteyam, and her behavior made you nervous as never before, but the thing that caused you the most discomfort and pain was how Neteyam smiled at her and spoke to her with such kindness.

A feeling of jealousy was born in you, as you restrained yourself from looking at them or from dragging Neteyam as far away as possible and kissing him again, until you consumed his lips, until he understood that that smile should only be addressed to you and to you alone. You wanted to damn yourself for this, you didn’t have to be jealous of someone who isn’t yours, especially if that 'someone' is one of the Sullys.

Uleyte immediately noticed your change of mood, and put a hand on your leg, as if it could bring you back to the neutral state. " ma y/n… You’re making it too obvious," she whispered, looking at you, only to make you sigh heavily. "What?" You said while you were cleaning your dirty hand because of the crushed nikt'chey. "You know what," she replied.

Your eyes rolled, pointing at the sky for a few seconds. "It’s nothing." You hissed and then resumed your meal. During the duration of the banquet, your eyes could not stop looking from time to time at the two guys who were sitting on the other side of the circle, and when you looked away, it was Neteyam looking at you, a few seconds that made him sip at the words of the girl at his side. He knew almost immediately of your strange behavior, but did not immediately understand that that was jealousy very little hidden.

Your mother looked at the scene with suspicion, she immediately felt your nervousness, having you practically next to her, but she preferred not to ask questions and observe in silence but with suspicion.

When the banquet ended, dances began marking the time of the end of the sacred day, music accompanied Uleyte’s melodious voice, while some thuds caused by dance steps created additional accompaniment. It was all so harmonious, children dancing or accompanying your friend’s voice, couples joining the dance, and na'vi just having fun. It was a bitter bite to see Mi'feya leading Neteyam to dance with her, dances that were usually for couples or courtship.

You sat next to Uleyte as you watched the horrid scene as your foot and tail trembled in anxiety and exasperation. You had never felt these feelings for Tul'pey, and you were used to seeing him surrounded by young na'vi who touched him or tried to flirt slightly.

A hand beat your shoulder gently, and Tul'pey invited you to dance with him, under Uleyte’s wise gaze, you stood up and danced with your partner, trying to clear your mind.

After a few hours of dancing, the clan’s youngest na'vi withdrew with their parents to their respective huts, leaving in the village only young adults who from there shortly would be given to a little alcohol derived from the fermentation of some fruits or fish and to youthful fun. You stopped dancing, sitting next to your friend, obviously still tense.

"I’m going to clear my mind." You said before you walked away from the heart of the village, and walked where the huts were, thinking if going home was the wisest idea, instead of torturing you in seeing Neteyam and Mi'feya laughing and dancing together. You came unconsciously near the empty house of Neteyam, sighing heavily and annoyed that everything was bringing you back to him. Shortly after you passed the hut, a warm hand wrapped your wrist and dragged you to a hut. Instinctively you carried a hand where there was a small dagger that all the na'vi carried with them even in the days of celebration, one of the hands of the stranger stopped your wrist when it seemed that you were about to attack.

"No need for this" Neteyam’s clear voice echoed through the thin walls of leaves and straw. "Why did you take me like this?! I could have really hurt you. Weren’t you down in the village dancing?" you asked again annoyed, while the boy left you both wrists. "I saw you leave upset and I followed you" he replied gently. "What’s going on?"

You sighed deeply before answering. " Nothing." The dry tone was so obvious that Neteyam could read your face despite the dim light inside the hut.

"It can’t be 'nothing', you have a strange behavior after… well, you know what happened" you looked him in the eye and the small rays of the late sunset painted purple tints on his face. "Neteyam, I don’t want to talk about it, why don’t you go back to Mi'feya? You seemed so happy." Neteyam’s gaze went from sweet to amused when he realized that maybe it was jealousy behind your ambiguous behavior. "Should I? Maybe so, but it wasn’t that interesting" his tone was slightly mischievous. "It didn’t seem. With all those smiles and laughs, it seemed like you were having a good time with her." You drifted slightly away from him, only to be caught again by the wrist.

"You’re jealous, ma Tanhì?" you turned your face to where he was and tightened your jaw.

"No. I have no reason to be jealous, especially of you." You said you tried to be as convincing as possible.

"but I’m jealous of you." He admitted with a naturalness that left you breathless for a second. "And I know that you are of me," he continued as he shortened his distance with you. "Stop your jokes, you’re not funny." Your tone was as if out of breath, which the boy noticed.

"I’m not kidding. I’m jealous, terribly jealous of you and the fact that you’re not mine." His fingers intertwined with some strands of your hair, drawing closer to him. " And I can’t stop being, not after I get a taste of you…" His words were blown on your lips, swallowed as you filled your lungs with his scent and breath. "It’s not the same for me…" those words were more to convince yourself than him.

"Then why did another woman bother you so much?" His eyes wouldn’t come off your face, even studying the smallest micro expression. "Neteyam, that’s enough." your voice was breathless, almost exhausted as you restrained yourself from making yet another mistake. "Then tell me sincerely that it did not bother you and to go back to Mi'feya" his nose touched yours, while the hand between your hair held you close to him.

You opened your mouth to talk, but yet another lump in your throat was created. "I… don’t want to." You whispered slightly as you longed to kiss him again. Neteyam approached your lips but you stopped him by leaning your fingers on his mouth. " We can’t… I-I have a companion" Your tone made your voice broken as you spoke. "Let me just feel you one last time…" he whispered in a gasp. "Allow me to make you feel what he will never offer you, ma Tanhì" His sincere look made you understand his desire for you, the fingers of the hand holding your wrist touched your side, making you whisper his name with exasperation. "Tell me you don’t want it as much as I do, it’s the only way to stop this torture."

"I don’t want it…" you swallowed the knot in your throat, trying to stick to the last strand of sanity in your body. Neteyam leaned his forehead on yours and took a long breath closing his eyes before moving away from you, his gaze hesitated a few seconds before turning to leave.

You bit your lip when you saw it drifting away, but the last thread left inside you had been cut by Neteyam himself. You instinctively approached him, but surprisingly it was he who stole the kiss you were about to take. Your tongues danced together from the start, as the boy’s hands wrapped around your thighs before lifting you up and tying your legs around his waist. The room filled with moaning and wheezing accompanied by snaps of lips that clashed with desire; your hands wandered over his chest, before wrapping around his neck to feel him closer. Your back against the soft fabric of one of the sides of the hut, the breath that was beginning to fail both of you as you devoured your lips as if hungry.

Neteyam slid down gently, not letting you out of his arms, carrying you on his legs. Now his hands touched every inch of your body, memorizing and worshipping it in silence, his fingers squeezed your flesh while you panted on his lips.

When you came off, you carried your mouth over his neck, leaving bites and purple marks as he groaned raucously with his eyes closed, throwing his head back. Your fingers were eagerly wrapped in his hair and neck. You wanted to feel it as your own, so that everyone could see that they didn’t have a chance because he already had someone; the sense of possession was devouring you as you marked his body with your signature. Neteyam did not dare to pull you away from him, moving some strands of hair behind your ear, so as not to disturb your work.

The boy’s hands wrapped around your neck and side, caressing them as if to spur you to keep leaving marks on his body. When you broke away, Neteyam approached you, for the umpteenth time, kissing you with more passion, your hand now descended on his loincloth, pinching the top while the knuckles teased his lower abdomen. Neteyam gave you a silent consent, bringing you closer to him. Even the boy’s hands hesitated after taking off the net shawl, his fingers ripped off the part that covered your breast, while your free hand went to get his, to carry it on your breast. A small groan came out of your lips as he squeezed his grip gently, playing with your already hard and needy nipples; he detached himself from your lips to go and give attention to your breasts, teasing them with bites, licking and small juices that only made you wet. His tail wrapped around yours and then tickled the back of your pelvis, your back arched forward as you panted his name with despair, only making him more eager than you.

Your hand rested on his covered erection and a shiver ran through your body, beginning to draw its silhouette on the fabric that covered it, making him groan and moan around your breasts, while you were eager to feel what it would be like inside you. Your minds were clouded and drunk with your natural scents mixed with pheromones.

"You’re so beautiful" he whispered, voicing his thoughts unintentionally.

Neteyam’s hands went down to remove the lower part of your clothing, leaving you naked on top of him, and he detached himself from your breast, leaving a thread of saliva that still wanted his mouth at that point. He took a deep breath admiring your body with adoration, as if he were worshipping you in silence, and then following the curves of your body, feeling hungry. You wore the loincloth and looked down, swallowing to see the length of the na'vi below you.

Neteyam took your face from your chin and lowered it to its height, then tapped his thumb on your lips. "Open your mouth, ma yawnetu" you did what you said and the boy spat in your mouth, swallowed the fruity taste of the boy and then felt the lips of the boy again on yours, leaving as much saliva in your mouth, detaching immediately after. This time you poured the mixture that had been created in your mouth on your hand, using it to go and use it as a lube on Neteyam’s sore erection.

A long, hoarse groan came out of his lips as he felt your soft hand wrapped around his intimacy, his head bent backwards as a suffocated "Tsahey" came out of his mouth. His body unbalanced backwards, while his hands supported him and thanks to this his muscles contracted, leaving you enchanted by the scene, imprinting it in your memory. Your eyes went down to his abdomen as your hand moved with agonizing slowness to make him complain under you, already knowing he would take his revenge later. Your free hand went to tear the bands that covered his torso, leaving you finally a complete vision on his abdominal muscles, admiring how they twitched when you touched sensitive points like the small lateral vein that pulsed with desire.

You lowered yourself on his abdomen, sliding a little further away from the boy’s body, starting to leave kisses on his lower abdomen, making him swear in a language that you did not know, but that you found strangely erotic said by him. You blew lukewarm air on his pulsating cock, receiving a grunt from Neteyam, exasperated to have a little more. He felt the air missing in the meatballs when he felt your warm mouth around his bundle of nerves, while you licked and sucked at alternate and not decisive rhythms. One of his hands ended again in your hair, guiding you on the course that most pleased him, and when you understood the rhythm you could feel that it was the perfect one because of the tail of the boy who was shaking and beating on the ground for excitement. You began to greedily suck his intimacy, feeling his vein beating against your tongue that tasted his taste. Neteyam’s eyes watched you as you warmed his cock with so much devotion and passion, getting more excited because of your gargling when you went too deep or the snap that made your lips full of saliva against his erection when you got to the deepest point of your throat.

You only peeled off when a sweetish liquid slowly poured into your mouth, you panted slightly as you swallowed his sperm keeping your eyes fixed in Neteyam’s, which made him even more excited. Those eyes that before looked severely and almost disgustingly now begged him to give her more, to push him to the limit. He took a deep breath after pouring into your tongue, whispering a frustrated "Fuck…!" in the language you didn’t understand.

You walked away from his dick after one last lick to definitely clean it from that sweet juice he gave you. His face was swollen, bite marks on his lip were noticeable. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pushing you against his lips, kissing you with passion and passion, as he stretched you backwards, meeting your back with the floor, kneeling between your legs. Your back arched when you felt Neteyam’s fingers playing with your clitoris right away, rubbing and pinching it, making you moan in his mouth, while a mischievous smile was born on his face.

" What’s going on, Sa'nutsyìp? It’s too much for you?" he said maliciously once removed from your lips, to enjoy your raw moans. Your hands ended up on his back, slightly scratching the smooth surface of his skin, unable to speak when two fingers entered you, leaving his thumb to massage the small mountain of your intimacy. Your breath cut out right in Neteyam’s ear as you closed your eyes enjoying the moment they were giving you the boy’s long fingers that created imaginary circles on the most sensitive spot of you.

Little shivers ran through your body, whimpering for more, until he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, making you squeak and moan so much that you had to shut your mouth to listen to the cries. His free hand blocked your wrists over your head, preventing you from blocking your moaning. "Oh no, I want to hear them all." He said raucously in your ear. The chills covered your whole body, taking long breaths to try not to make you feel more than you should. Your head bent to the side, as small tears formed and stuck in your eyelashes; your chest rose and descended for the ecitation that was exploding within you; your lips swollen and red because of the canines that sank on your own skin.

The fingers of neteyam began a rhythm that went from extremely slow and heartbreaking to a violent one that made you feel so close to heaven, while his lips worked your breasts with small bites or juices that forced you to keep your back arched for too much pleasure. The few times you could keep your eyes open, you could see Neteyam’s shoulders and back glowing through the window. The muscles tense and tense, holding the grip that blocked your wrists did not intend to loosen despite your spasms of pleasure; while his tail could not stand still, meeting yours only to tease her with the small final hairs of her tail, causing you further chills. "m-more…" you whispered exhausted, while the na'vi above you approached your neck. "Ask it like a good prrnen, mh?" he whispered, making you shudder. "Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

You felt a sense of emptiness when Neteyam broke away from you, letting your wrists go, his wet fingers came out of your vagina and tasted the taste of your excitement. A deep breath came out of your lips as you saw that scene, closing your legs as much as possible to create friction and relieve the pleasant pain. The boy laughed loudly and then opened your legs, his long fingers clasping your thighs.

"I am not finished." He hissed before leaning over your body and starting to leave wet kisses on your lower abdomen, coming down with a heartbreaking slowness on your groin, leaving some hickeys. You panted slightly, leaning on your elbows to see as much as possible of Neteyam’s actions, your lips again tortured by your own teeth as you lost your breath because of Neteyam’s lips.

"Oh, ma Eywa…" was the only thing you could say with the last thread of voice that was leaving your body after Neteyam breathed warm air on your red intimacy and swollen with desire. Your arms almost gave out when the rag’s wet tongue collided against your clitoris, making you moan louder than you thought. You heard the sound of Neteyam’s mocking smile as your head bent backwards in exasperation. Your tongue still had its sweet taste and the fact that he was now working the same way between your legs only made you more excited.

Neteyam’s lips began to kiss your bundle of excitement, sucking it greedily just to hear you scream and pant shamefully, as if you had never had intercourse before him. His tongue made space between your wet folds and it was easy for him to slip inside you and start enjoying you with pleasure.

"Please… more" now your mind clouded by desire and your tongue was loose to any desire of Neteyam.

He bit his lip, growling against your skin because of your pounding pussy against his erection needing new attention. "o-only this time…" you whispered raptured by desire. "I won’t be the one to stop you, Tanhi." his hoarse voice promptly answered your request.

Neteyam laid his hands on your hips and gently dropped you on his cock, a small hoarse groan betrayed his throat when he felt you tighten the walls around his chapel. The breath left your body when you felt the Na'vi just inside you, while a deep whimper accompanied Neteyam’s groan. Your nails stuck in his shoulders when you took inside you the whole length, your chest pressed against that of the boy as you began to move over him, tightening around his dick.

The hut filled with shameless moans and breathlessness, while the continuous tensions that were created between you were finally released with every movement of the basin you did to feel more pleasure. Neteyam’s lips searched for yours, devouring your every groan or whimper, but you, instead, enjoyed his groans and hoarse anxieties, accompanied by words in an unknown language. You left a few bites on your lips, while his hands touched every inch of your body, holding it to himself without shame and with much possession, frustrated that you could not mark every inch of your body to claim it as his.

His hand ended up in your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him, pulling and stroking some strands that he held between his fingers with jealousy. He loved every part of you and that was sending him straight to heaven, he had dreamed so much of having you like this but the reality had exceeded his expectations by light years. The hand that once touched your body was now wrapped around your neck, feeling your irregular breathing and your restraining moans from time to time. "Don’t hold back, let me hear how you like it." He said, licking your lips and then tightening your grip around your neck so you don’t hold back. Your face was a disaster of frustration and full well-being, an erotic vision in the eyes of Omatikayan.

Your nails scratched his shoulders and back, especially when he felt he was hitting a fragile spot inside you, and when he figured out where your G-spot was, he had you lie down again, putting some sheets under your pelvis, without ever leaving you. You screamed with pleasure as she began to slam repeatedly against that fragile spot, you cried his name, groaning like a shameless and leaving other deeper scratches on his back.

After a few more pushes you both reached your second orgasm, coordinating it without even wanting to. Neteyam’s hand was woven into yours at this point, while with the other he bore his weight.

His orgasm was stored so easily in your memory, as he did with yours. Neteyam’s hot cum made room on your stomach, as he had managed to get out just in time from you. Your breaths mingled in the silence of the night, the sweaty, exhausted bodies lying next to each other and the air still filled with your orgasms.

"That doesn’t mean I’ll hate you less." you whispered to break the silence. He turned to his side, looking at you amused. "You literally yelled my name just a few minutes ago and you just came out like that?" You also turned to the side of his answer, looking him in the eye. "Yes." You replied plainly.

Neteyam’s hand wrapped around your neck again, pushing you against him, while the other caressed your soft hair.

"Ma Eywa, you’re even sexier when you’re so stubborn, I’d like to make you cry on my dick a little more" he answered inches from your lips. "Tsk, as if you could." he looked at you.

"Sa'nutsyìp, you don’t even know what you’re talking about, just stop" he said teasing you. "You must have never been touched by a lefnelan" he continued, making fun of you.

"You’re right, I should really be looking for one, but it’s hard to find a man among so many kids." Neteyam’s jaw twitched at your answer and then he brushed his lips with yours. "You’re too beautiful to even answer you in the way I want to." He blew the words on your lips, making you lose a few beats.

His eyes studying you with interest and fun, while her thumb caressed the side of your throat, not taking his hand off your neck.

"What? Short of answers." You smiled mockingly.

"No, but I would gladly take that smile off your face, again." You remained silent for such a natural and sincere response. The desire to kiss him again had increased and he noticed.

"You see, ma Tanhì? You don’t hate me the way you want to" he said on your ear and then stuck you under him again, holding your wrists to the sides of your head. "If not, you wouldn’t have allowed me to take your orgasm twice" he started kissing your neck again. "and you wouldn’t let me do this now."

You turned your head to the side in silence, while he smiled mockingly. "I told you, you would have asked for this." Your eyes returned to his, slightly annoyed.

"You’re annoying." You snorted.

"And you look beautiful when you get angry" he laughed back, then stole a kiss before lying down again.

He took you from your hips and led you to rest your head on his chest, and then covered you with a light blanket that was just below you. " You said 'only this time', then I want to have the full experience" You sighed deeply to his words and nodded closing your eyes, falling asleep with the lullaby of the beats of his heart.

Neteyam could not help but stay a few minutes to contemplate your body next to him, not in a sexual or erotic sense, but only with adoration.

He took the time to print the picture of you sleeping on his chest, and your face relaxed as he held you close to him, before following you into the dream world.

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Notes II:

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please,comment with your opinions and tell me which part you liked the most.

Well, since I found this beautiful fan art, i post it in this chapter because it reminded me of the scene where y/n paints Neteyam’s body.

-Mel

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