#it's kinda sickening tho

[cleopatragirlie]

Guys help I'm being held hostage by these two Victorian street urchins who won't stop singing Chas & Dave 💔

[jellyshark-png]

FERRARI SCUDERIA JOHNSHI ON THE TRAAAACK ❤️‼️‼️

my timing is somehow immaculate— posting the day after charles home race win ??? CRAZY

references under the cut teehee 🤭 after this there’s only one team left for this silly F1 x MK1 AU :333

[sieglinde-freud]

idk how in 2024 ppl still playing vanilla awakening like i gotta make these bitches gay. im pairing the second gen girlies and by god. none of them should be paired with a man. these ladies are GAY and good for them. not my fault intsys couldnt see that in 2012 but i can now and i WILL do them justice

[kaisollisto]

i promise you won't even know im there

[tenrose]

I hate living in this world.

[marsbotz]

this was my realest post ever but i regret posting it every single day bc it got like 1k notes (big for ninjago textposts.) and never seems to die

[pepsiiwho]

I just wanna preemptively put it out there, before I see them and my mood drops considerably, this blog is not a safe space of Thanatos and Nyx.

Frankly, this isn’t a safe place for anyone in that damn house, excluding Hypnos, Zagreus and occasionally Achilles —

Which is all to say, if you’re massive fans of them, proceed with caution. And huzzah

[girlsleeping]

I'm only on like episode 7 of House of the Dragon but can I just say... the amount of people Daemon murdered just to marry his fucking niece...

[lueurjun]

ੰ first kiss with enha | ꒰ heeseung , jay ꒱

enhypen reaction—there comes a time in a lot of relationships where the next step is taken, and here’s how the nerve-racking first kiss experience went for you and your mans.

version two: jake and sunghoon.

. . . . . . . ꒰ HEESEUNG ꒱ ,,

he’s a feral boy

we’ve all seen that man flirt and hip thrust HE IS FERAL

so naturally you’d assume he’d be laid back and confident about the whole thing

but when it comes to you, he’s a pile of blushy mush that just cannot comprehend the fact that he’s even managed to bag you

in his eyes, you’re out of his league

bc you’re a gorgeous gemstone! have faith in yourself bby ur wonderful

and without realizing, you actually intimidate him a little

bc ur just so goddamn perfect

an angel if you will

so the idea of kissing you just seems… scary

because what if he doesn’t live up to your expectations and you decide to leave him?

he is terrified of disappointing you so it actually takes him a while to gain the courage

which panics you because why in the world is this man not givin u a big ol’ smooch?

does he not want to kiss you?

omg does he think your breath stinks and is revolted by you?

you’re both massively overthinking it

lil silly billys

and none of you want to bring it up because how do you approach that conversation?

like you can’t just ask him ‘oh yeah, hee, how come you don’t want to kiss me? are my lips crusty? does the idea of locking lips physically repulse you?’

anyways you’re a couple months in

and things are getting serious so he can’t be that sickened by you

and you haven’t run for the hills yet so you clearly don’t want anyone else

finally. he’s had enough

this man is tired of staring at your lips imagining them on his own

HE IS YOUR MANS HE DESERVES SOME SUGAR

to be honest at this point you’ve given up hope on him kissing you, and you’re much too nervous to make the first move

so you just kinda go with the flow

which naturally means that the last thing you were expecting when sliding your cute lil self into his car

was for him to lean over, cup your face and plant one tasty smooch on those lips of yours

you literally froze for like two seconds but once realisation settled in, you kissed that man back in milliseconds

heaven. cloud nine. neither of you wanted to pull away

unfortunately, you had no other choice

so taken aback by the sudden kiss the only thing you could think to do was share a giggle before you held up a bag full of treats for your date

gosh ur both so awkwardly adorable i can’t

“i got us snacks for the car ride! but you taste better.”

you’re so cute stop the little blush on your face after saying the cutest yet lamest thing ever

heeseung cannot resist tugging you back in for another little lip tasting sesh after that because you are the cutest thing to ever exist

he is an absolute simp for you AS HE SHOULD BE

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAY ꒱ ,,

despite being the perfect man material, he isn’t the most experienced when it comes to relationships

like he’s had a partner before, but it was never serious so the milestones just weren’t that important to him

but it’s different with you

don’t roll your eyes at me

idc if that’s cliché okay. it’s jay. you allow it. lose the ‘tude baby cakes i know you rolled your eyes

anyways:)

everything that didn’t seem so important in his last relationship suddenly seemed a thousand times more nerve wracking this time

because losing you is on the line and jay knows that he doesn’t ever want that to happen

suddenly he wants everything to be perfect because you deserve the world and nothing less

hahahahasleepingontheroadtonight

jay absolutely refuses to give you a shitty first kiss

it has to be romantic. and it has to be amazing and if you don’t like it then he will slide down the wall

clutching honey to his chest

sobbing

same tho that’s a mood

anyways yeah he wants to make sure that you get the most romantic kiss ever

meanwhile you’re not too fussed because it’s jay and no matter what, kissing him would be a dream

unless he’s like a really bad kisser but he’s perfect so he’s not

he’s taking his time to prepare everything

like he plans a candle lit dinner, rose petals, the finest food

the whole shebang

lemme be you for one day i beg

but two days before the dinner is set to take place

YES HE HAS A FULL SCHEDULE

the two of you are hanging out like normal and the vibes are immaculate

and you both want to kiss each other

the timing just seems right

but jay, the little dum dum, is fighting with himself

because does he really want all of his hardwork to go to waste?

you’re both leaning in but smoke is practically pumping from his head due to how fast his mind is racing

seconds away from those luscious lips

HE PULLS AWAY

absolute dummy

you’re hurt and embarrassed obviously

bc you just got flat out rejected and that’s just horrifying but it’s fine it happens to us all babe

and jay is panicking because well… you look like you’re going to start sobbing

“is there something wrong with me?”

the crack in your voice. the pain in your eyes. THE QUESTION ALONE

oh dear jay feels like he’s going to throw up

this is NOT how he wanted any of this to go

you start packing up your things to leave which is fair because you’re embarrassed

and jay is trying to figure out what to say or do

and then he just decides to be honest because honesty is the best policy

so you’re about to step out of the door when he gently grabs your arm

“look i’m sorry. i really really really wanted to kiss you… it’s just… i have been planning a perfect dinner for weeks so it would be perfect. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just wanted it to be perfect for you.”

i’d fold honestly

i have no shame

and neither do you apparently because you can’t help but crack a perfect little smile

“so do i have to wait for this dinner or can i kiss you now?”

BOLD

you’re an icon

jay just kinda smiles sheepishly

and then he caresses your neck and tugs you into one of the softest, most amazing kisses you have ever had

firework inducing even, toe curling, heart thumping-

sorry i’ll stop

the point is, the kiss is AMAZING

maybe you didn’t need a fancy candlelit dinner to make it perfect after all

perhaps, all you needed was each other

i’m legit sobbing someone pls send help

[lovebot444]

Sweet angel of mine - Ballet!Art AU

I apologize for taking so long, school just started again and so did my social life! But here it is, I hope it’s up to expectation💋

Disclaimer: this is barely proofread, and halfway through the writing I realized I sucked at dialogs. English is not my first language. Read at your own risk!

Warnings: slight stalking/obsession. Cursing. Mentions of porn and masturbation. Patrick just kinda pops up out of nowhere. Writing based on Art’s pov, which is why it kind of belittles him.

Art knew her. They never spoke, she has never even looked his way, but he knew her. He has walked by her classes too many times not to.

Not in a creepy way, no! Ask anyone who knows her just like he does, she’s just too enticing to go by unnoticed. Seriously, it’s almost mythical, she is so inhumanly beautiful that it’s sickening. Back straight and head held high, every aspect of her is set to absolute perfection, in a way that it’s obvious she’s either: A) An Angel or B) A ballerina.

C) Both, was Art’s best guess, because she seemed to lack all ballerinas number one characteristic — the crippling fear of being perceived as anything less than perfect. The type of fear that feeds the need to knock down the competition from the very start, a fear that’s hidden by enough fake confidence to present yourself as a higher being, the fear that keeps them skinny, uptight and miserable.

His Angel was never like that, she was only the good parts of ballet. The class and the beauty, but never the pain. Which is why he didn’t dare to speak to her, she’s just so perfect, he can’t risk tainting her pure clear soul with all his greed and shame — infect her — like the disease he is.

He’s happy just memorizing her class schedule, what time she’ll be at the cafeteria, and the exact way she moves behind the big glass windows of the dance studio. Never unhappy, never bothered. After all, she’s his Angel, and he’s just Art Donaldson.

That changes tho, at a college party. Art never went to parties, he uses all his energy studying for classes and practicing tennis. His friends try dragging him out of that lonely dorm room every goddamn weekend. Art never went to parties, and yet there he was at the rooftop looking for Tashi.

He spots her with her back turned, wearing that same pink top from that night at the hotel. It must’ve been destiny, because when he tapped her shoulder and she turned around, it wasn’t Tashis’s face.

“Hi!”

“Oh! Uhm… sorry, I was looking for Tashi.”

“No way! I’m her roommate!” Art had to fight the urge of blurting out “I know”.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, Art”

“No way! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the Art Donaldson.” The Art Donaldson? Not just Art Donaldson, but The Art Donaldson. She knew him, or heard of him… but still! Maybe this one sided, weird, parasocial relationship he has built her wasn’t one sided after all. Maybe she knew all his classes as well , maybe she watched him play like she watched him dance, maybe he’s her angel too…

“Tashi has told me so much about you! I don’t know why she didn’t introduce us sooner…”. Or maybe she’s his friend’s fucking roommate.

And before he could beat himself for being so foolish, she grabbed his hand. She guided him through the party and talked to him like he was worth talking to. Back straight, head held high, the same drill he had watched from afar, but this time is the first time he can watch from up close. He would’ve described her as reachable, except she has already been reached, since she was holding onto him. She told him how she loves Tashi and they get along so well, well enough to share absolutely everything — especially clothes — and he wondered, if one of those rare times Tashi would hug him goodbye after practice, he was actually hugging her.

Eventually they did find Tashi, and only then she lets go of his hand. Art thinks he might come to parties more often, because this evening went better than he could’ve ever imagined. He got to be part the cool kids in their very secluded and exclusive little group, not talking to loud or being to wild, but still being the stars of the evening.

And he got to know her.

From this night on, she would never be just the girl he’s weirdly obsessed with. Now, she’s the girl who loves iced coffe, the girl who’s only at Stanford until she’s good enough for Julliard. She’s the girl who said she was glad to meet him, that said he is funny, and smart, and they should hang out again some time.

Time flies when it’s spent with endless praise, and soon enough, the pink skies turned a deep shade of blue, most people left and the party is now a game of truth or dare with only their friends.

Tashi had left about ten minutes ago to grab more alcohol from the deli nearby. Art had taken his shoes and socks off for refusing to say both what Patrick used to tell him about ballerinas, and what he used to do while listening. And she has been answering pretty invasive questions, refusing to strip since she was only wearing sandals, shorts, and nothing underneath Tashi’s sweater. The others were merely background characters. And of course, Patrick was the asshole who kept making the invasive questions and disgusting dares.

“When was the last time you touched yourself?”

“What’s your porn search history?”

“Common Art, I think she’d like to hear it”

“I dare you to dance on the edge of the rooftop.”

This time, instead of laughter it was awkward silence, everyone froze.

“If you don’t you have to take your shirt off.”

“Get some music playing then.”

What?

“You don’t actually have to do it!”

“Yeah Patrick is just being a jerk!”

Everyone tried to stop her, but she was already sliding out of her sandals and playing classical music on her iPod.

“Oh my God, I was joking, I just wanted you to take your shirt off!”

Now she pushed herself up the edge, standing until the right part played through. She started slow — but not scared — in fact, she seemed as confident and collected as she always did. The parapet of the rooftop was quite thin, and she hopped and twirled from side to side at such a rapid steady pace that everyone just sat still and observed, their mouths agape but with no sound coming through, scared that if they shouted for her to stop they’d distract her and she’d fall.

The tense atmosphere and background music was abrupt by Tashi barging in through the door.

“What the fuck is she doing.”

She sounds angry, the second most scary thing happening right now.

“Performing Kitri’s variation on the edge of a rooftop…” A girl who Art has seen dancing alongside her answered, she too seemed more mesmerized than terrified.

“And why the fuck is nobody stopping her.”

Tashi started shouting for her to stop. Saying how this is stupid and dangerous and she’s completely insane. As the music intensified so does the choreography, and suddenly she’s pirouetting all the way until the very edge. Tashi’s demands start sounding more like begs, her voice almost crack when she sees her roommate stop, one centimetre forward and she would’ve fallen.

“That was- the most, stupid fucking thing someone has ever done.” She tries to sound tuff, but her heavy breathing makes it obvious she’s in the verge of crying.

“Not if you know you’re good.” She hops of the parapet, walking towards Tashi, close enough to her face to whisper — “And I am.”

God, Art has never been this fucking hard in his entire life.

[dollfacerecs]

— min ⋆ yoon ⋆ gi

myg fic recommendation list by clover. 🍀 ↓

♡ = smut ; ♤ = angst ; ♧ = fluff ; ♕ = favorite

main list

♢ vows ; ♡, ♤, ♕ // completed — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ arranged marriage, enemies to lovers // i’ve read this a few times and i love it sm. don’t forget to go to yoongi’s masterlist to find the drabbles to this (scroll down till u see vows and u’ll see all the drabbles)

♢ monachopsis ; ♡, ♤ // series — by @personasintro

⇝ husband’s brother, sperm donor // yoongi is so fucking hot in this holy shit. imagine your husband begging his estranged brother to donate his sperm and the brother’s only condition is that he gets to fuck you raw. hello????? i love mimi so much man shes such a sickening author.

♢ away from you ; ♡, ♤ // series — by @personasintro

⇝ shitty marriage, second chance // i love the development, the angry sex, the makeup sex, the dialogue, the interactions. just chefs kiss. + dilf(asshole)!yoongi like whats not to laugh.

♢ 3 tangerines ; ♡, ♤, ♧ // series — by @kithtaehyung

⇝ big brother’s best friend, fwb // ughh such a good fic. i still need to catch up but everything up to what i read is outstanding. so sneaky :p

♢ cybersex ; ♡, ♤ // one-shot — by @gimmethatagustd

⇝ callgirl, big brother’s best friend // again, brother’s best friend au I KNOWWW but trust me guys. oooooof when yoongi finds out the girl he’s been having phone sex with is YOU i was punching my walls.

♢ look down on me like that ; ♡, ♤ // series — by @here2bbtstrash

⇝ producer!yoongi, enemies to lovers // so fuckin good. the tension, the pining i kinda went crazy over this one. i still need to finish tho so no spoilers

♢ take five ; ♤, ♧ // completed — by @jiminrings

⇝ dermatologist!yoongi, co-workers // guys when i tell you this tickles my brain so good. the yearning and the stubbornness from both sides UGHH. i love this sm

♢ yoongi’s lullaby ; ♤ // one-shot — by @jiminrings

⇝ soulmates, unrequited love // if ur looking for pure angst just read this tbh

♢ perpetual datejust ; ♤, ♧ // one-shot — by @jiminrings

⇝ model!yoongi, mutual pining // again… just angst. pain. love it tho.

♢ in the darkest little paradise ; ♡ // drabble — by @sunnebeam

⇝ gangster!yoongi, sexworker!reader // just some good ole pwp. who doesn’t like gangster!yoongi pwp tho like….

♢ after hours ; ♡, ♤, ♧ // ongoing — by @archivedkookie

⇝ basketballcaptainfuckboy!yoongi, unrequited love // guys like the angst is so heartwrenching the way reader is so pathetically in love w him and he’s just nonchalant in everything he does UGHHH pls read its saur gewd.

♢ pending…

[skele-bunny]

Anything Swissalps please!!

Rubs my grimey little hands together

(obligatory tag for @hypnoneghoul !)

Mountain doesn't really like the caterpillars and worms on his plants in the room, but knows they're very much needed. He's started to get used to them more bc Swiss names them and it's kinda their thing.

"Martin is fuckin' chowing down on this vera right now..."

"I thought Martin eats the peonies?"

"No that's his twin brother Jake."

"Oh.."

Speaking of the plants!!! Swiss is VERY accustomed to them. His stand in Mountain when they aren't there. Always super reactive and love Swiss so so so much. They love holding him, helping him with tasks in the room, and just making sure he's okay. Swiss used them for... Self pleasuring reasons and literally only a minute in before Mountain stumbled in with the biggest hard on ever. He then learned that day that, yes, Mountain can feel and know everything the vines are doing/receiving.

Mountain who courts Swiss with wreaths and bones, flowers delicately picked and meaningful, and even down to foraging for him. Swiss who doesn't know how to court besides quintessence, but it just doesn't feel right. So he does what he does best!! Makes a song for Mountain!! It's kinda an air/water thing, but it's so specifically him that it doesn't really need an elemental label.

I'm sharing part of my hibernation Mountain propaganda and y'all are dealing with it. Mountain is GONE during the winter and Swiss is his hibernation mate even tho he doesn't really sleep like Mounty does. Lottt of grooming, breeding, and feeding as Mountain is running purely on instincts and can't really form coherent thoughts outside of those instincts. He just knows "my mate needs to eat." "my mate doesn't smell like me and I need to fix that internally and externally." Swiss doesn't mind it as he's still able to get up and move around, sometimes leave the room for quick trips to the kitchen and back. Swiss usually curls up on Mountain's torso and he's held sooo tenderly by this big furry beast. He LOVES it.

Mountain wears glasses but he loses them a LOT. Swiss always has an extra pair on him just in case which has come in handy multiple times. Swiss always demands them back once Mountain is done using them. "I'm not letting you lose the only backup pair you have, dork."

Big boy is embarrassed about wanting to be topped, but ohhh Swiss knows. He knows. Loves putting Mountain in the most submissive positions like doggy, missionary, or a mating press, but fuck does Mountain love it. He loves feeling smaller for once, loves watching his yin on top of him just whispering the most embarrassing things you could ever think of.

I've talked about Mistress Judas a few times, Swiss' bdsm persona, but... With Mountain? Ohh at her feet for anything she says. She makes him feel stupid. Weak. Lower. Small. It's what he wants and needs, and she's more than happy to provide. Big on breath play, boot play, and her whip. Best aftercare in the world, and Mountain wouldn't have it any different as he's massaged and given such tender kisses, words, and affections.

Mountain who sees Swiss as his art form—as art itself. As yin and yang. As everything right in the world. Something something, he's so dumb in love he can't think and just writes all of his love frustration on paper and hands it to Swiss who keeps them safe in a folder he reads through a lot.

Something something they're so in love it's sickening.

[casualgay-mer]

Keymaster appreciation post

There's something to be said about his initial design and I will say this something. We are taking the original game as an example, but will touch on the remaster too.

The design

How the fuck did Poki do it? How can you make a character that looks like an absolute dork AND kinda intimidating at the same time? I tell you how, but before that - let's examine these two faces.

Unfortunately, Poki clearly had a trouble with the Keymaster staying on model, I call the first version "squarey" (you can see this version of his face during the first dialogue and during KM wait in the truck) and the second's "long-ey" (you can see this one everywhere else) but I will say that I generally prefer the second version - the long face one.

Why? The look is a bit more human and not "I don't have no fucking eyelids", the eyebrows are so much prominent, which adds to the look, and the bang is a bit longer.

So what's so cool and actually funny about his design?

He combines two archetypes: a general creep (sick (not in a cool way) eye and skin colors (dude may wanna check his liver tho), an indication of sunken eyes, the stache) and a coolass emoboy (this fucking haircut, smug talk, drama). Like these two guys fused together:

Like dude what the fuck

Also his skin color is fucking sickening you know why? Ever tried to rub your skin along - say - shoulder? Ever got these partricles of dead skin? Have you ever saw what color does it get, when you accumulate it enough in your hand?

That's right! They are morbidly greay-ishly green. Exact hue of his skin. THE DUDE HAS SO MUCH DEAD SKIN - ppls kinda shed - ON HIS BOD IT MIGHT AS WELL BE 20% of his body weight.

The voice/s

Original VA for Keymaster goes for a top notch mix of freako and smug. He sounds both flirtatious and a biiit unstable, like a person who tries their best to hit you up but clearly haven't slept for like 3 days - the tone and mannerisms are all over the place, the voice itself is the perfect balance of semi-deep and whispery. I love this performance - it confuses you into whether or not can you trust the guy . An original performance and the one to be respected.

(sorry for the little snippet of another voice at the end - this let's player doesn't know how to shut up and I am too lazy to record it again from a different source)

Russian VA for Keymaster - who based his performance off the original one - DIDN'T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD?? Dat voice is deep as FUCK, thicc even, you can't call the voice "thicc" but this one just IS. The whispery part is gone absolutely, KM sounds kinda normal even, but holy shit did the VA turned it up to 100. This one is a favourite of mine, absolutely. I don't even give a shit about what he says, this is some ASMR shit. Absolute 0 wonder why he tricked most of russian let's players into actually trusting him. The only criticism I may ha

English VA went to the opposite direction of the spectrum, he went all fancy kind of dracula over the top performance, kinda like, WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY and while he does sound unhinged, there is no doubt he's a sicko actually. That, or just a theater kid. But no shame on this actor tho, just bc I don't really like this particular performance, doesn't mean it's TERRIBLE ok?

Basicly I made a chart:

Go with your preference of choice, my dudes.

The personality and motives

Holy fucking shit so hear me out.

I don't like him around the fact that he's a flity pretty possible serial killer.

I like him for the fact of being RESENTFUL about it, possibly hating it about himself.

When he killed the pastor it clearly was made on impulse, and he hated it so much that he locked himself - and therefore Edna - up. Despite the smarts he's clearly impulsive in nature - like getting off to drive a Dr's car ABSOLUTELY NOT KNOWING HOW TO and ONLY THINKING AFTER THE FACT, there is like nothing going on in this head.

I am not excusing the guy's actions, but there is a big chance he just went a full on Sam Gordon just with no curse involved.

...

HOLY SHIT IS KEY MASTER A BLACK MIRROR REFERENCE

THE FIVE KEYS SAM HAS TO FIND, THE SURROUNDINGS, THE "OOPS FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL PPL I HAVE ISSUES I HATE MYSELF *commits a sewer side*" AND THE LOOKS?

Okay I am just overthinking it at this point. BUUUT THIS GAME WAS MADE IN GOOD OLD 2003 AND PRETTY BELOVED IN GERMANY AND WE HAVE WALKING REFERENCES LIKE PROFESSOR NOK SOOOOOOOO

...

So anyways.

The conculsion

Key Master is great not because he's your stereotypical mass murderer POS. There is a lot of unpack and a lot of empathy to be felt if you try to think on how come he ended up the way he did.

He actively hates himself and doesn't enjoy the way he is which is - unfortunately - preeeetty much deserved.

I will write more abt the dude later - especially on my fav theory that says he's not real

[cl00udyyanan]

HII! could i req a cyno x reader, he gets jealous or somth? 🙁 idek i just want cyno.,😭😭😭🙁🙁🙁🙁😭‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

i don't know much about cyno so pls forgive if this is ooc

sickening gaze

synopsis: tighnari has all of your attention while you help him, and cyno is feeling some type of way

warning: jealousy, slight possesion maybe, cyno being rude abt tigharni, tighnari lowkey hitting on your

characters: cyno x reader, tigharni

notes: cyno is so petty in this like hello,, i hope this came out okay i enjoyed writing this. it was either tigharni or alhathaim but, i didn't feel like keeping up with writing two pessimistic characters. tighnari kinda out of place tho im on cyno’s side

IM SORRY THIS IS BAD

•┈୨♡୧┈•

with eyes trained onto you like a hawk, the general mahamatra was shooting daggars from his irises, cursing both you and tighnari. cyno was leant against a tall tree, bark poking into his back, arms crossed and biting his lip. he was hiding behind the lush greenery wanting nothing more than to leave this damn forest and just take you home; to have you all alone with you only focused on him. tighnari was hunched over on the ground, an arm loosely splayed on your back with his other holding a small roll of bandages. whilst walking with your boyfriend, you had ran into tighnari with a little bunny who was bleeding so you had offered to help. you took the bandaids from him and rolled it around the white furred creature, he cooed at the animal softly as you did so.

"who knew you were so sweet with such creatures?" tighnari spoke as he pet the bunny, trying to get it to relax. his curious gaze came to face you. you let out a small chuckle.

"oh... you know, i had a couple bunnies growing up so i guess i know some things." you looked up to him, wide eyed, "its kinda weird how often you come across injured bunnies."

"is that so? well no wonder, you’re as cute as this one here..." his hand went from the small bunny to your chin, lifting your face towards him with a whisk of his finger.

cyno could kill him with no remorse, the way tighnari was touching you so comforting should be illegal. how could he be so okay with doing such a thing in front of him?

this was supposed to be a nice walk in the forest with just you and him, he was finally mustering the courage to hold your hand and here you were cuddle and google eyed with this dope. of course cyno didn't say anything, as you were helping a poor bunny and he didn't want to seem possessive. yet when his own friend touched you so tenderly he had an urge to pull out his pole arm and smack his fox friend on the head with it.

you patched the creature up, and tighnari held him in his arms like a small baby. he heard a grunt that he had looked up over to the white hair man sulking over by a long tree. cyno's brown cheeks were a dark shade and his red eyes were staring down at the grass. his foot grazing the ground back and forth idley. the archer turned to you, watching you dust the loose grass and sand off of your knees before he spoke,

"whats wrong with him?" he asked quietly. you looked up, head waving back and forth before you landed on your boyfriend who imitated that of a child casted away in the corner. you shrugged and tapped tigharni on the shoulder, telling him you'd be back.

cyno saw your shadow approaching him from the grass, he kept his eyes down, refusing to look you in the face. his breathing became irregular and his stomach felt like it was swirling up a concoction. you stood infront of him, a mischevious smile on you face before you lent down to get in his point of view.

"cyno?" you quipped, waving your hand in his face, he snapped his head away, pointing to the other direction. oh, so he wants to catch an attitude. "fine, i'll just spend the rest of my walk with tighnari." you whirled away, not letting his petty feelings bother you, but before your fore foot could even land to the ground, the snow haired boy grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, "no." he said softly, his ruby eyes peering softly at yours.

he held you for a while, not saying anything. slightly embarassed, you turned back around to find your friend, seeing he got the picture and had distanced himself away, playing with the bunny. cyno grabbed your chin and pulled it to him, "why do you keeping seeking him, focus on me." you laughed at him, was he getting all this worked up over tighnari, really?

"sweetie, calm down okay? it snothing like that i swear, he's your friend don't be like that. you haven't even said hi to him this whole time."

"he doesn't deserve it." he muttured as he got from the tree with you hand in his, slightly tugging it like he’s trying to get you to start walking in the other direction. you let him take you, considering your work with tighnari was done with, though you felt bad to leave him with no parting words.

cyno had taken you deep into the forest, before he stopped suddenly. he leaned into your face, eyes pondering yours. he pulled your hand to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped his hand around your waist, bringing you in by the middle of your back, kissing your plush cheeks.

“whats wrong with you?”

“..you smell like him.” he pouted, hands prancing along your jawline, as he continued to smother you with his lips

“you’re so weird.”

“im weird? i thought i was cyno.”

you bit your lips, holding back a chuckle because that joke was not funny at all. yet you fell a victim to him when his gentle eyes looked at you so lovingly. even the worst of his jokes could get you to crack this way. he softly placed his lips on yours, taking in your sweet scent. he looked into your eyes softly, his cheeks still flushed.

“...you love me?” he muttured.

“of course i do...” nuzzling into his chest, taking in his warm scent of sand, wood and musk. strong built arms carressing your lower back, pulling you into him ever so tight, like if he let you go, you’d slip away. 

“good” he pecked your forehead, resting his chin upon the crown of your head. you relished in this sweet moment in his arms, knowing that all though he can be a bit rash, he only loves you so.

little did you know he was wide eye staring at tighnari from a mile way, the two of them swearing eachother out with only eyes alone. how sweet.

[abs-2020]

=Monster=

Pt.6

I(Avatar)Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi Reader

HOW MANY MORE PARTS DO YALL WANT??

Warnings: SMUT/18+/violence/choking/pinning/overstimulation/heavy topics/Dirty talk/Virginity Loss/knife play maybe/size kink/SMUT/Stockholm Syndrome/abuse/this chapter has issues/angst/

P.S. uuuh stuff spoken in Na’vi is Italic and stuff readers thinking is blue

Summary: This takes place in ATWOW Aaand you’re neytiris older sister, and you get captured in order to save jakes children and spider. <3

Authors note: this might be the last chapter, it might not. Kinda just want to follow mostly with the movie but not at the same time. Uuuh yeah. This chapter is kinda sad tho maybe idk. BUT ITS FINALLY OUT someone applaud me :,)

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“PUT ME DOWN!” You’d yell your voice cracking from how much pain you were in.

“I guess, If that’s what you want.” a silky voice would fill your ears. Miles voice. Your eyes would shoot open at his voice.

“Mile-“ a gasp would cut your words short as you were let go, miles hands untangling from your hair.

You’d scream as you fell through the air closing your eyes once again bracing for impact. Only this time you didn’t hit water. You hit rock. Stone. ‘Demon ship’ Something hard. A crack would fill your ears as your side hit the floor of the ship deck signifying something had broken. The pain caused Another sickened scream to leave your mouth as you clutched at your side pain shooting through your whole body. ‘Get up’ your mind shouted at you as you desperately scurried from your ball on the floor to your two shaky legs. Your eyes would fill with fear as you looked around and scurried to the Edge of the ship. Another screech would fill your ears as an ikran landed right in front of you the beasts breaths strong and frantic as the wind from its wings caused your wet hair to whip around. Quickly you’d dart to the side trying to make a desperate escape. An escape from prison. But this Time miles jumped infront of you. But this wasn’t your miles. This was a different miles. A darker miles. A miles with a sinister look plastered onto his face. A miles with revenge radiating from his body. A miles with a smirk full of terrible intent. A miles with flaring nostrils. a miles with a tent in his pants. An actual monster. Your ears would fall back as you made eyes contact with your mate, his eyes would soften. But only for a second.

“Found you princess.”

Miles would lick his canines agonizingly slow as his hulking frame stood between you and freedom. ‘Monster.’ Filled your mind as you stared into his frenzied eyes. Slowly you got into a stance your tail whipping back and fourth as you and your mate faced off.

“You look like shit.” Miles would coo earning a chuckle from himself. You never understood his humor. “Weak, fragile…” miles would trail off. “…you look like prey.. my prey.” Miles tone would drop an octave his last words more sinister than anything you’ve heard as He bared his teeth and widened his yellow eyes.

Your ears would fall back as your heart seemed to crash against you chest. ‘Run’ was the only thing your instincts screamed and you did. You darted to the side your weak and malnourished body taking you as fast and as far as it could. In a rush you’d turn a corner only to be met with a blue fist. A ‘wham” would fill the air as the blue fist collided with your face. More pain shorting through your body. You wished you were numb as You saw stars your body falling back as your face recoiled with the fist hitting the floor with a loud ‘thud’. Panic would fill your senses. ‘Miles couldn’t have gotten there that fast’ you thought as you tried your best to open your now sore and watery eyes. Your nose was burning and you felt a hot liquid pour down your blue and pain filled face the warm liquid falling into you agape mouth. Blood it was blood. You could tell by the tastes of taste the warm, metallicy, copper substance as it pooled down your face.

“Finally, never thought I’d get the chance to get the bitch back.” Z-Dog would boast ego radiating off her body as she stepped onto your shoulder. You’d do nothing but hiss as you continued to blink your eyes still trying to recover from the punch.

as your vision finally cleared you’d look up to the blue demon. And you’d smirk as you spit the blood from your mouth onto her boots in a stoic act. But behind the brave act you were panicking on the inside. Everting was running 1000 miles an hour. You could feel your body fatiguing by the second as your side throbbed with each strained breath you took. Your face throbbed as well. You mind raced you had so many questions and pleads. Your gut felt sick and you felt slimy and sweaty. You wondered about the kids and Jake and Netyiri. Kiri. Everything was spinning as you stoically looked up to the blue demon.

“I don’t know, you’re the one with the scar on your face.” You’d blast back as you stared at the scar on her cheek. The scar from your dagger back on the helicopter. A smirk would plaster your blue face as you Ran the back of your hand against the blood oozing from your nose smearing the red liquid.

“Fucking bitch!” Z-dog would bark as she grabbed a knife from its holster and knelt down to your level placing the cool blade against your cheek in a harsh manner. You sucked in a harsh breath at the action acting as stoic as you could. But with her knife so close to your face everything closed in as she spayed her words with a venom you were familiar with. “You want one? I’ll give you one. And I’ll make sure it’s the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen. I’ll make sure every time you wake up and look in the mirror that you remember my face.” Z-dog spit her words. Like actually spit them her droplets or Silvia paining your face. It had your ears falling back in disgust and cringe.

“We don’t have mirrors.” You’d laugh sarcastically as you stared into the blue females eyes. You were testing her. Playing with your life and “beauty”

an angered noise would fill the air as she pressed the knife into your cheek the blade digging into your soft and blue flesh with ease. You felt the blade dig into your skin causing blood to trickle from another place on your body. You’d hiss at the pain that burned your skin as she slowly dragged the knife against your skin inching closer and closer to your neck. Then out of no where a panic would set in and you’d whine in fear as you attempted to push Z-dog off of you. Panic. Panic rang through you as your ears fell back and your breathing became frantic. Alarms rang through you as you continued to try and push the crazed demon off of you. Then you’d yell.

“M-MILES! My love!” You didn’t know where the words came from. But a part of you needed him. Needed him to save you from the female above you even though you could easily save yourself. You needed him.

A deep and forbidding chuckle from behind you would have z-dog and her actions halting in an instants her blade frozen and lodged into the bottom half of your cheek. Her eyes would fill with a fear as she looked down at you her body now stiff and frozen. ‘Miles’ you wanted to turn your head to look at the man but the bald lodged into your cheek kept you from doing so. So you waited.

“Touch (Y/N) ever again Z, and I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you do.” Miles loud and thundering steps were heard from behind you as his hand shot into your vision. He reached for Z’s neck once his hand were wrapped around her flesh he’d lift her from you and throw her against a wall with a loud thud. His grip was unforgiving as he squeezed her throat. “Am i clear?” Miles would ask his tone just as unforgiving as his grip on her throat.

All Z-Dog could do was nod as she clawed at his forearm and nodded trying to take air in but failing dismally.

“Good.” Miles would throw z-dog across the the ships deck her body hitting the floor with and harsh thud. “NOW get lost!” Miles would command his voice dominating and booming.

Quickly Z-dog would scurry from the floor like a lost kitten rushing away in a flurry of coughing and panic. Miles booming voice rattled your chest as you slowly raised your upper body from the ships deck doing so caused A pained noise to pass your lips. Miles foot steps thundered from behind you the harshness of the man’s steps causing your ears to shoot back. Aggressively miles would plant his boots on both sides of your body and as he crouched down you were expected to be met with loathing, angry, and venomous eyes. But when your eyes met his big yellow ones. The eyes you fell in love with. You were met with sadness and kindness. It has you audibly gasping and the layers around your icy and stony heart melting and crumbling all at the same time. ‘He’s so beautiful’ was the only thought that now plagued your mind as you stared into your lovers yellow eyes.

Slowly you’d lift your scraped and blood smeared hand to the rough and sweaty cheek of your lover. Of miles. Once your delicate fingers had reached the flesh of his cheek the cold that consumed your body was quickly replaced with warmth, his warmth. Warmth you’d only ever find from him. A warmth that engulfed your body in a flame that you never wanted to burn out. It was a flame that had your thighs clenching and core aching.

“My love.” You’d whisper when he rested his forehead against yours causing both of you to close your eyes as you inhaled each other scents both of your ears falling back at the long lost contact.

You finally felt alive. After being dead for so long you finally felt alive. Miles brought color back to your full life. Mikes saved you. Yet again. He saved you again. And the thought had a sob leaving your throat as you clawed at the back of his vest trying to pull him as close to you as you possibly could. Miles would melt into your touch his tail wrapping with yours before he pulled both of you to your feet caging you in his strong arms. The arms you loved. Again you’d sob, as you dug your claws into the back miles vest.

“I’m so sorry.” You’d finally break. You’d finally let it slip. “I’m so sorry my love…” you’d choke a sob back as you spoke. “My love, I did not mean it. I did not mean what I said. I did not mean it. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry miles, I’m so sorry.” You’d chat your words “you are not a monster, you are not him. You are not a monster. You are my love. You are the fire to my flame, you are the rider to my ikran, you are the Na’vi to my Ewya, you are the light to my dark, you are my everything. But you are not a monster miles.” You’d squeeze miles tighter with each word you spoke.

You didn’t want to let go. You wouldn’t. Miles would squeeze you just as tight as you were him. a sob would fill the air. But it wasn’t your sob. It was miles. ‘Miles is crying’ your heart broke at the pained and saddened sound coming from your lovers lips. It had you pulling yourself from his grip so you could get a good look at him. Hastily you’d bring both of your hands to each side of his face and observe the blue Avatar infront of you. Concern painted your tired and rough skin when another sob left his throat. Miles would lean into your touch placing his hands on top of yours gently rubbing your skin.

Silence would fill both of your ears each of you sitting and waiting in anticipation. Until mikes finally broke. Tears falling from his yellow eyes, his grip on your hands turning rough and possessive his sobs filling the air as he shoved his head into the croak of your neck and shoulder. Seeing the stoic man break infront of you, because of you, had you joining him. Both of you cried and sobbed into the air your noises of pain and sadness but also joy and relief filling each others ears.

Miles would plant a wet and shaky kiss to the nape of your neck in a soothing manner. His lips on your skin causing a forgotten flame to flicker.

“I forgive you.” Miles would plant another wet and shaky kiss to your collar bone. “I’ll forgive you a thousand times if I have to.”

Miles would bring his hands to your now damp hair, tangling all 10 of his digits into your locks pulling your head back in a gentle manner so his eyes could meet with yours once again. Both of your cheeks were dried of your own tears your eyes red and puffy. As you stared into miles yellow eyes one of his palms would gently stroke the back of your head the other going to massage your shoulder. Miles would then pucker his lips as he stared at you an emotion you couldn’t quite catch glimpsing past his eyes.

“Oel ngati kameie princess”

Your eyes would widen at Miles words. Your heart fluttering at the words he just spoke.

“Oel ngati kameie” you’d respond back with an innocent and loving smile lifting your hand to his cheek. “Oel ngati kameie my love”

“You we’re lost without me.” Miles comment had you scoffing and your ears falling back. And all miles would do is ‘tut’ “it’s obvious (Y/N). You look dead.”

Again you’d scoff. But you knew it was true. Even Kiri said so.

“I was lost without you yes, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have been able to live without y-“

Mikes Would cut you off his hand going to your mouth and his ears falling back in agitation as a scowl crossed his face. ‘He didn’t want me to finish that sentence’ your own ears would fall back at his actions.

“You we’re lost, and I’ve found you again. You’re never going to get lost again. Ever.” Miles tone was possessive and dominating his hand moving from your mouth to your chin gripping it with his fingers harshly.

Slowly, agonizingly slow, miles would pull you in for a kiss you easily complying closing your eyes before your lips even met. But, as all good this come to an end before you two could kiss the yell of a man and the screech of an ikran would have your eyes shooting open, ears perking, and you turning your head your chin escaping from Miles harsh grip to see what the commotion was about.

“Oh great mother…” the words would leave your mouth in an agonized whisper your jaw dropping at the sight before you.

‘Lo’ak, Tuk, Tsireya..’ the three kids were all stuck in a net getting throw onto the ships deck by and Ikran and one of Miles friends. An yell would leave your throat as you pulled yourself away From miles running to the children in an attempt to help them. ‘I’m so stupid. I had one job, I was supposed to protect them’ your ears would fall back at the thought as you ran for the kids your legs shaky and side throbbing.

“LO’AK!” You’d yell to the boy announcing your presence.

His head would snap in an instant. He looked at you with hope. And it brought a sense of relief to you as you dashed to the net. But the hole in lo’ak’s eyes slowly turned to distraught everything suddenly moving in slow motion as you reached for the children each step seeming to get slower and slower. Closer and closer. That was until five far too familiar digits tangled themselves into your hair yanking you back into a brick wall, which so happens to be Mikes chest with a matter of ease. A gasp would leave your throat at the harsh tug.

“They can’t be here!” You’d plead to Miles his grip in your hair tightening as he looked down at you. A hard and harsh scowl now plastering his once soft face. His eyes were full of anger as he looked down at you. It made your gut sink. ‘How can someone switch up so quickly’

Your eyes would water ‘this isn’t how he’s supposed to hold me, this isn’t how he’s supposed to look at me.’ Your ears and tail would drop at the thought as a pout formed onto your face. Miles would look down at you his ears falling back once his eyes Met yours. It would catch him off guard causing him take in a long and stoic breath as he puckered his lips looking away from you.

“G-Good work Mansk” Miles informed the Avatar in sunglasses the avatars ego only seeming to get bigger. “Now..” miles would take in a long and dramatic breath “let’s get them tied up. It’s time to finally get what we came here for.” ‘Jake’

It finally set it, he was here for jake. That’s been his whole plan weather he actually loved you or not. It was to get to Jake. And that made your heart break. Shatter. It made your heart shatter into a million pieces your gut filling with dread and self hate.

Somewhere along the way of the kids screaming at miles and the men holding them hostage and screams at you and for you to save them and help them filled your ears with a constant ringing, You had completely zoned out it everything around you fading into black as miles man handles you towards the ships railing cuffs in his hands the clanging of the metal restraints seeming to bring you back to a gasp leaving your throat as you did so everything burning back to life.

“NO- my LOV- MILES STOP! This is not right!! Revenge is a path that will only lead to self hate!” You’d cry out your words your voice cracking every so often as you fumbled with Miles strong and roughs hands tangled in your hair. His grip had your eyes burning, threatening to spill with tears of pain.

An angry grimace would paint Miles blue face, his blue and strong body visibly shaking with annoyance and anger as he threw you with an aggressive shove, strands of your hair catching on his fingers as you flew across the ships deck to Lyle ‘so much for Z-dog not touching me.’ whom had just finished strapping the 3 children. Your responsibility. To the ships railing. Miles actions had your heart breaking even more, each piece which was already shattered shattering into even more little bits making seem like it was never to be fixed and put back together. A heart broken cry would leave your lips as Lyle gripped your wrists and chained you to the ships deck.

“Did I not mean anything to you?” You croaked out your words, your head hanging low hair dropping over your face. You couldn’t meet miles eyes. You just couldn’t.

Unbeknownst to you Miles body would visibly stiffen his face now painted with shock and hurt. The three children’s ears perking at your words, heads turning as they listened to the conversation to the right of them as Lyle dismally walked away from the drama.

“(Y/-N) I-I crave yo-“

“Was everything a joke to you? Was I a joke?” You’d shoot your head up finally meeting mikes gaze your pulpils small the yellow of your eyes taking up most of the color in your eyes. “Was I just a mission to you? Some paper work? WAS I JUST SOME PAWN IN YOUR GAME TO GET TO JAKE SULLY AND MY LOVED ONES?” You’d pull on your restraints you’d body radiating anger and hatred

Miles would take a few stumbles steps back at your words, each syllable having seemed to throw an invisible jab in his direction. Miles ers had fallen all the way back his tail running string between his legs in shock and fear. His hand would reach out to you in an attempt to stop or seize your actions.

“P-Princess calm down.. I-I…”

You’d cut him off with a bark

“You changed me! I gave you everything I had, I showed you the way of our people and I taught you our language and I did that out of love, love for you! I don’t even know who I am anymore miles! I want my life back…” sobs would leave your throat as you continued your tantrum. “I mated with you, I mated with you before Ewya and you just- you just ended up using me for some mission. You used me for a mission, so why would you have even said you loved me? Can’t you see how fucked up that is?” Vigorously you’d strain of your restraints wanting to tackle miles and claw his eyes out.

A sniffle would fill the air as you stared into miles yellow, honey colored eyes tears spilling from yours.

“I trusted you.”

Miles mouth was agape as he stared back into your eyes his body now stuff like stone, rigid and stuck in one place.

“If you hate being called a monster then why act like one miles? You aren’t him. You aren’t a monster. So why act like one? Why act like one when you could change?!”

Again science would fill the air as you spat and barked your words at miles. Your ears high and alter while his fell backwards trying to avoid as much pain as he possibly could. Then suddenly his body would loosen his joints and muscles turning to liquid as he took in a deep breath through his nose his lips puckering as he did so. He’d close his eyes as his ears rose his fists white and tail whipping through the air. The change in body language had you sucking in your breath awaiting his next words or moves. Then he’d speak,

“Alright..” miles would pull a knife, your old knife from his utility belt flipping the blade right side up slowly stalking over to you his steps loud and purposeful.

Lo’ak and Tuk along with Tsireya would all scream at him as he stalked towards you with the knife pulling against their restraints like mad men the clangs and screams filing your ears.

Each step miles took had your ears falling back lower and lower your tail whipping in anticipation of what was to come once the blue alien finally reached you.

“You wanna come at me??..” miles would bark his voice seeming to rattle the earth as he spoke. “then come at me sweetheart!” Miles would bring the knife to the cuffs on your wrist catching the blade on the metal that held the two cuffs together only to break the chains with a loud clang(s) as each little piece hit the floor.

Miles would grab your arm and throw you to the middle of the ships deck. This caused Lo’ak to scream.

“Get your hands off of her!” Each syllable of his was filled by the sound of a pull on his restraints.

“Mawey, Lo’ak, Mawey. Mawey children.” Your voice was calm as you looked to the eyes of the Children infront of you.

Painstakingly you’d lift yourself from the floor a grimace plastering your face as you gripped your side pain shooting through the left side of your body. ‘mawey’ you’d take a deep breath as you got yourself in a stance ready to fight the love of your life for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Miles tail would whip as he faced you off your knife still in his hand as he stared you down. Despite his body language his eyes betrayed him. His eyes were sad, and filled with regret as he stared into yours. It made a ghost of a girl plaster your cheeks as you stared back at your lover emotions from earlier still lingering in your veins. And what seemed to be when miles was just about to pounce a beep and static would fill the air as Jake called in through you and Lo’ak’s neck pieces causing miles ears to perk.

“(Y/N), Lo’ak we’re 30 minutes out what’s your position over?” Jakes words would pierce through the silent air which surrounded all of you.

Your hands would reach for your neck piece you actions causing miles to finally pounce towards your form in a hurried and frantic manner, unsuccessfully you’d try to doge the man only to find yourself on the ships cold, hard floor once more pain shooting through your left side once more causing you to choke out in pain and grin your teeth. Miles would gasp at this almost jumping off of your form in panic and worry as his hand cupped your cheek. His eyes said a million words as he looked down at you. He wanted to say something, maybe to apologize, but he didn’t. His eyes did. He’d slowly reach for your neck piece removing ‘the pice of junk’ in your words with ease and strapping it around his own. Then, his gentle and warm fingers would search for your ear piece gently removing the device from your ears and placing it in his own.

Miles would stare into your eyes and take in a shuddered breath as he continued to sit on top of you making sure to keep most of his weight on his feet. Slowly his hand would reach for the neckpiece to contact Jake.

“Well hello there Jake, I think my voice gives you a pretty clear picture of their position. Be here in 30 and I’ll be waiting for ya. And don’t make me regret keeping them and the little one alive. Over.” Miles words were precise and direct as he spoke to Jake.

Then unexpectedly miles would jump from you only to grip your arm once again and pull your body from the floor in a much calmer manner than before. His eyes would meet yours once again as he pulled you towards the inside of the ship your body easily complying with his wants and needs. How could you not when those eyes, his eyes were so patronizing not to obey? The three children would scream for you, you yelling back that ‘I’ll be okay.‘ before you were engulfed into the darkness of the ship, the sun no longer shining.

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After what seemed like hours of Miles rushing and dragging you around the ship you’d finally stop in front of a door with a sign that read ‘office’. Wasting no time miles would quickly kick the door open and hastily throw the both of you inside.

The room was small, cramped even. It barley had enough height to fit miles you thanking Ewya for being ‘short’ for once in your life. Large and Rushed hands Would pick your weakened and beaten up Form from the floor your toes dangling in the air as your rear end was placed onto a desk. Confusion painted your face as you looked to Miles face. His head low as he rummaged through a few drawers to the right of you a ‘mm’ leaving his mouth once he seemed to find what he was looking for.

You’d shake your head as you looked up at mikes miles

“You’re so bipolar.” Your tone was sharper and more annoyed than intended.

The tone of your words had miles body recoiling away from your words his ears instantly falling backwards as a look of dread crossed his ‘beautiful’ blue face. He was expecting you to scold and yell at him again. Waiting for it in fact. You could tell, it felt so strange to see him act and be so vulnerable. A man everyone knew as a ‘monster’ a man that strived for ‘power’ and ‘dominance’ now shying away from your words as if they were a disease. It made a deep sigh leave your throat. As your ears fell back.

“I- I’m sorry…” you we’re about to apologize, apologize for your tone just now and earlier on the boat but miles shushed you by putting and hand over your mouth.

“No, no (Y/N) you have no right to be sorry. You were right, You’re right about everything. I-I just can’t change. I can’t let this go. This is something I have to finish. The people, those science geeks and Jarheads back at base and earth would never look at me the same if I failed again..” miles trembled whilst speaking the hand covering your mouth shaky and sweaty.

He was obviously going through the same emotions and internal war you had when you had fell in love with him. It made you smile under the big blue and rough hand covering your mouth your lips brushing up against his callouses the contact of lips to skin causing shivers to crawl up your spine. So instead of speaking, you decided in this moment actions would speak louder than words. A small hum would leave your lips as your delicate fingers trailed up miles forearm slowly making their way to the hand that covered your mouth, making sure you kept eye contact with miles whilst you did so. Gently you’d pull his hand from your mouth and flip it around so that the back of his hand was now facing you. Miles was watching you intently his eyes solely focusing on where your hands where trailing up his body. His is body having seemed to have gone from rigid to a mix of jello and stone. With that you’d finally, slowly plants soft and delicate kissed to each and every one of miles fingers trailing up and down each digit till satisfied, once feeling satisfied you’d plant a couple more soft and wet kisses to the back of miles hand never once taking your eyes off of miles and his reactions.

The sounds of Miles sucking in a breath would fill you with a sense of pride. Although you weren’t trying to tease him, no, you just wanted to show him how much you loved him. You wanted to ease his mind and calm him. Because either way, whatever he did or whatever path he chose you knew deep down, you’ll always love him. Some part of you somewhere will..

“I’ll always love you miles, no matter what.” ‘No matter what’

With that you’d shut your mouth and remove it from the back of miles hand wrapping your 4 digits with his 5. The feeling of his fingers interlocking with yours filled you with warmth. Gently you’d pull miles to you your free hand finding it’s way to his cheek as you pulled him in for a kiss. A passionate and loving kiss, mikes would reciprocate the action by squeezing your hand in his, his free hand finding your waist caressing your side gently making sure not to injure you any further. Soon your loving kiss would turn into a hot make out both of your hands flying at each other wanting to pull each other as close to one another as possible each of you only pulling away when one of the other needed a breath.

A chuckle would leave miles throat, a string of saliva connecting the two of you breaking as he pulled away. Miles would close his eyes and pur as he rested his forehead against yours. ‘He’s so warm’ was the only thought that filled your mind.

“Let’s get ya some air huh?” Miles would whisper as he pulled a mask from the side of his belt. His free hand pulling a strand of hair behind your ears.

Miles would lift the mask to your face, the action had your ears falling back with unease. You didn’t trust ‘sky people’ things and that had you turning your face away from his mask. Miles would pull the mask back and raise both of his hands in a surrending like manner.

“Hey, hey it’s all right princess. Look I’ll go first.” Miles would coo his words placing a soothing hand on top of your thigh “look..” miles kept eye contact.

Miles would pull the mask to his face making sure to keep eye contact with you the whole time. Once the mask was secure the sound of an inhale would fill the room followed by an exhale. Then miles would chuckle as he took the mask from his face.

“See? It’s all right.”

The hand on your thigh would rub big soothing circles causing goosebumps and warmth to crawl up your flesh. Your ears fell back at the sensation of his touch. Heat running straight to your core. ‘Ewya’ you wish you and mikes could’ve been anywhere else at that moment. Not on this ship, not about to get into a fight with your family and the water clan, anywhere but here. ‘Anywhere but here.’

“Okay.” You’d confirm holding your hand out for miles mask. But he’s only ‘tsk’

“No no princess, let me do it.” Miles would insist, grabbing your hand a placing to your side.

You’d just scoff and roll your eyes accepting your fate.

And miles would grin.

Miles would give you a comforting smile as he placed the mask onto your face continuing to rub soothing circles on your thigh. Once the mask was secure miles would give you a nod, Hesitantly you’d suck in a sharp and shaky breath closing your eyes like a child who was scared. Then you’d exhale. your eyes would shoot open and you’d gash. You’d gasp because you didn’t know just how much you needed that air. And miles would just laugh at your reaction.

“Refreshing ain’t it princess?” Miles would coo yet again only to place a kiss to your forehead.

Slowly you’d wrap your hand around miles neck and pull him too you, and again you wished you could’ve been ‘anywhere but here’ your ears would fall back at the thought as you stared into miles golden yellow eyes. But quickly you’d push the thought out of your mind and close the distance between you and miles yet again. When your lips met everything around you seemed to disappear, that was until the sound of jakes muffled and buzzed out voice filled your ears and miles quickly pulled away from you.

Then his eyes would dart back to yours his hand leaving your old neck piece. And the look he gave you had your gut sinking and mouth speaking before you could process.

“They’re here…”

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Authors note: I just gotta say gawsh damn this took forever for me to get out. So like sorry about that guys. 😅<3

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.7

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OH YES I HAVE TO UPDATE MY READING HERE THATS WHAT THIS BLOG IS FOR

So, here has whats happened so far and my thoughts on each one before I found out what happens next

"I am a russian, not an alcoholic" w hg sgdhgdhdgdhdnf

ROLLIETE?? WAHST THE SHIP NAME IDK

"The stars align us, they do not bind us" AAAAAAA

Also??? KATHLEEN ISNT A PACIFICT AND I LOVE THAT SCENE ISTG ISTG

Also glad that rosalind didnt come on that mission cause she would be instantly mad at juliette about the friendliness w the white flowers

The larkspur is an asshole

What the fck do you mean zhang gutai is the monster. Is he a furry

Oh fuk your white ass paul

QI REN?????????¿??? oh so thats why he pretended to be Zhang wtf tho

PAUL NO NO NO

The insects burst. Qi is bullet proof. Wtf is that monster description that is SICKENING

ROMA NO ROMA NO ROMA NO NONONONONONO

I genuinely thought was gonna die and I didnt get to read what happens next until like half a day later so tgat was SUCH a anxious few hours I was so brave

Death isnt enough I need to torture paul for 24 hours and then kill him and put him in a timeloop for that day. Yeah.

Also this is kinda unrelated but I was kinda surprised to find out that Rickshaws and Tiger balm exist in china too

Anyway ALISA IS ALIVE LETS GO

Also fuck tyler 10000000x

I WAS SO SCARED TGAT MARSHAL DIED ISTG

LIKW

HOW COULD JULLIETE DO THAT BUT IT WAS A TRICK THESE BITCHES I SWEAR

ALSO BENEDIKT THINKS MAESHALL IS DEAD I CANNOT I CANNOT

AND ROMA TOO LIKE NONONONO

AnD ALSO??? PAULS LETTER??? WHEN I DIE U LEASH THEM???? LIKE NO NO NONNONONO FUCK

Also if benmars isnt canon by the end of the duology im sueing

Whoops this got long, sorry!