#me trying to calm down HAHAHAH

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oouuuuuuu I love my guyyyy ohhhhh I love himmmm I love drawing him 100 million times every single day

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The greatest gift

it's the most wonderful time of the year as they like to say so how about you recieve the best gift from santa on top of that 😈

this is suggestive perhaps??

Characters featured: mikey, hanma, baji, mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ Mikey

You were joking when you asked for "Mikey" for christmas. You thought Hina and Emma knew you were joking.

So why the hell was Mikey currently tied up with a christmas ribbon and sitting under the christmas tree in your house, staring back at you with a slight smile?

"Merry christmas."

"I- HUH?!" you quickly covered your mouth, not wanting to be too loud at midnight. "Mikey, why are you in my house?" you whisper yelled.

"Emma and Hina jumped me." was his comically simple response. Well, it would be comically simple if Mikey didn't scare the living crap out of you just a few moments ago.

"That- That doesn't explain anything!" at this point, you've given up with trying to be quiet.

"I can't tell you anything more. I have no idea what's happening either."

"How are you so calm about this anyways?" you walked closer to him, inspecting the tag on the ribbon that said "Merry christmas from Emma and Hina".

"Now that I think of it, it is pretty weird to be kidnapped by your sister."

You're not even going to ask how they managed to get him in here without the keys.

"Well, uhhh... how about I unwrap you...?" you offered awkwardly after a small silence.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You'll unleash the true present by doing that." something... strange flashed behind his dark eyes.

"...What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. ♡"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanma

"Merry christmas. ♡" you froze at the sound of his voice.

You were woken up by some weird noise downstairs, quietly walking down to investigate the source. You even took a knife from the kitchen just in case.

But instead of a robber or kidnapper, what you found was Hanma Shuji tied up in a big red ribbon. Smiling at you.

"Don't you merry christmas me." you didn't know what to say or do. You were scared out of your mind just now and that combined with the strange sight in front of you made you at a loss of... anything, really.

"Woah, that's a big knife... What were you going to do with that?˜" he sounded more amused than anything.

"You little... I don't... What is even happening?" you dropped the knife on the ground.

"Someone told me that you want 'Hanma Shuji' for christmas."

"Well, you know what I thought I was going to get for christmas? Kidnapped, that's what!" you yelled, not even caring about how loud you are right now.

"Hahahah, how amusing!" he laughed, seeming very satisfied.

"You won't be saying that after the things I will do to you. You know you can't escape when you're tied up, right?" a smirk crossed your face suddenly. A sense of boldness overtook you.

"Oooh, aren't you bold. ♡" his smile only widened.

₊˚⊹♡ Baji

"No way." you had to do a double take when you saw what you thought you saw.

Turns out this christmas is more interesting than you thought it would be. A present from Toman ended up being Baji Keisuke in the flesh.

"Mmmf!" he's probably telling you to free him right now, which admittedly, is hard to do when your mouth is gagged.

"Wow, this is like, the best present I ever got. I gotta thank the boys later." you walked closer to him, kneeling down and inspecting him in all his tied up glory.

Baji looked half angry half embarrased, and honestly that just made you want to tease him more. You kissed his cheek, smiling cheekily.

"Hmmf..." you laughed a little at his face.

"Mmmf! Hmmm!"

"Okay, okay, I get it, I'll let you out. But that doesn't mean that I'm done with you just yet." you smiled, taking the bow of the ribbon into your hands to untie it.

"Mmm..?!"

₊˚⊹♡ Mitsuya

"Me and Mana have a surprise for you." Luna ran up to you all of a sudden.

"What is it?" you placed your hands on your knees to get closer to Luna's height.

"Wait till christmas." that was Luna's only response before running off to continue playing with Mana.

"Hmmm..." you hummed, a bit confused.

.

"Was this... Luna and Mana's gift?" you looked at the comically large christmas present under the tree. What in the world did those two give you?

You carefully removed the lid of the box, worried about the contents. Only to find Mitsuya inside.

"I- What the hell?" Luna and Mana sure are some evil children.

"I don't know either. Hakkai approached me just now and said "sorry" before wrapping me up and putting me in this box with no further explanation." his eyes never left yours.

"I think I know who's idea this was..." you stepped inside the box, sitting directly across from him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Your little sisters told me something about a surprise for christmas..."

"Oh my god. That explains... a lot." he looked as if he just made a big realisation. You couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight.

You pecked his lips all of a sudden, making him jump slightly. "Tell them thank you later."

"Shouldn't you be thanking them?" he smiled.

"No, I'm sure you'll be the one thanking them tommorow." His eyes widened at your mischevious smirk.

an early christmas present for my mikey, hanma, baji and mitsuya babes 💕

i want to make sure yall are well fed with that christmas dinner this year

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Hello 💐🐇

Could I request a smau for ollie bearman with a famous actress and model who is the same age as him?

Sending you lots of love ♡

CHARMED / OLLIE BEARMAN

ollie bearman x actress reader / SMAU FIC

FACE CLAIM / none!

WARNINGS /

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TEAM RADIO / SWEETERLOVERS - this request has been in my drafts for a while 😭 sorry for being so late to respond but hope you guys like it!

[enwoso]

hey, could you try write something platonic for arsenal x reader with anger issues and the team getting the brunt of it? maybe like kim/leah having to deal with them or learn to calm them down? something along those lines idrk hahahah

NOT YOU — arsenal wfc x reader

this went in a different direction then what i had originally planned. sorry if some sorts don’t make sense i wrote this while i was half asleep. but enjoy x

warnings: talks of an absent father, few swear words

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the team was worried about. more specifically kim and leah were worried about you. they had never seen you act the way you had in the past. usually you were always laughing and joking around with kyra, pulling pranks and overall just being a pest.

but something had switched, little things were making you snap more quicker than usual, you were making harsh tackles on your own teammates as well as making rude remarks to anyone who tried to talk to you which wasn't totally out of the normal but your actions were speaking louder than your words at the moment.

the team knew you had a short fuse but it had never been this bad before. something had lit your fuse.

the girls had tried everything to try and figure out what had happened but nothing seemed to work but by the day, your anger was starting to build and leah and kim were worried it was about to spill over and were worried for whoever was on the receiving line for when that actually happened.

"we need to try and figure out what is wrong with y/n, she's gonna seriously hurt someone otherwise" kim said as she walked back from the training fields with leah by her side, who immediately agreed with the scot.

a hushed talk of the other girls in front on the two talking about your negative attitude. the two giving each other a look knowing the longer your temper and bad mood continued the more it was going to affect the team.

you were walking behind everyone else, by yourself letting your thoughts override as you walked along the gravelled path of colney. your boots hanging from your hand as the wind hit your bare legs.

you were last to walk into the locker room to grab your bag as well as being one of the last to leave. checking your phone to look at the time but being met with several messages from your dad.

rolling your eyes at them as your scowl deepening as you didn’t even bother to read any of them knowing it whatever he had written but be a whole load of waffle, as the man couldn’t tell the truth if smacked him in the face and said ‘i’m here!’

you and your dad had a complicated relationship, actually scratch that, that was putting it in nice terms. to you he was a deadbeat dad, or you could go as far as saying a sad excuse for a father.

chucking your shoes on and tying the laces when you felt a showed stand over you, noticing the shoes you knew who it was before you even looked up.

“y/n, can we have a chat?” kim asked calmly, as you looked at her not saying anything instead nodding for her to continue. knowing that this chat had been coming as you’d noticed the looks and chats she’d been having with leah and a few of the others girls — knowing that it would most likely be about you.

“you don’t have to tell me but i can tell your not yourself y/n and we’re all here for you and we just want to help you if we can but- your behaviour is starting to affect the team” she began as you just sat on the bench not showing the scot any emotion. kim was walking on egg shells as she spoke, you being able to sense her trying to pick her words carefully.

“you going to seriously injure someone if you carry on lashing out at people. so if there anything we can help with?” kim spoke in the same spoke tone, you leg bouncing up and down your head was a mess and the last thing you wanted was to have someone pity you.

you didn’t like pity.

you shook your head, “nope i’m all good!” packing your bag up and slinging it on your shoulder.

“are you sure- cause we-“

“kim! i said i’m good! just leave it at that! leave me fucking be!” you spat storming out the room. the door slamming as you walked down the corridor. regret and guilt filling your body with each step, but you were sick of people asking you if you were okay, babying you.

why couldn’t they all just take the hint when you said you were fine?

“y/n.” her voice echoed along the corridor, making you freeze. “c’mere” leah spoke in a stern tone, as you turned around half of the blondes body poking out of one of the meeting rooms.

dragging your feet to where she was, taking in a big breath as you walked into the empty room. taking a seat in one of the chairs as leah turned on her heel the door clicking shut as she stood tall in front of you her arms folded across her chest, almost intimidating you.

“what’s going on? this isn’t the y/n i know.” leah said in the same tone she’d spoken to you in just a few minutes ago. you stayed silent, a part of you scared you may lash out at the blonde too.

leah knew you best out of anyone on the team, she was the one you trusted most out of the team even if she was several years younger than you. she was the one that took you under her wing when you first started training with the first team.

with that though meant the blonde could read you like a book. you couldn’t lie to her like you easily could to the others as she would know the minute you opened your mouth.

“maybe this is the new y/n” you spoke in a hushed tone, shrugging your shoulders as leah raised her eyebrows confused at your words.

“no. no, this isn’t you. has something happened with your mum?” she asked, as she watched your body language closely as that was the closest she was getting to you actually giving the blonde some clues as to what had happened.

your shoulders tense up a little more. leah knew about your close relationship with your mum how she was your number one supporter, the england captain having quite a good relationship with her, herself.

you shook your head, “no, my mums fine” you paused before continuing.

"my dads’ been back in contact." you mumbled as a sigh of defeat come from you. the room filling with silence as leah came and sat down next to you putting her arm around you not saying anything yet as she knew you hadn't finished what you wanted to say yet.

"begging to be back in my life, that he's so proud that i'm his daughter, that he misses me blah blah blah, coming back into my life once again when it’s convenient for him." the bitterness was obvious in your tone of voice as you spoke, it told the whole story for itself.

leah knew about the your history with your father, how he had treat you and your mother when you were little before leaving your mum to carry on your upbringing as a single parent when you were just four.

but then every few years he would pop back up into your life, wanting and begging to be apart of it. that he had changed and wasn’t the same man he was when you were five.

but you had learned the hard way, that people like him. they don’t change.

so the first couple of times when he would spring back up when you were younger, he would promise you the world. that he would promise take you out for the day and spoil you with anything and everything you want claiming it as his way of making up for lost time but it would always end the same way.

you sitting on the bottom step of your stairs, hair all nicely done, dressed in an outfit you would spent hours figuring out what to wear. you would sit there for hours, the sound of the clock ticking away. all for him to just not turn up and then make a lame excuse up as you cried in your mums arms.

so the last time you saw him before the past week, was when you were 15 just after making it into your first youth camp with england as well as joining the arsenal academy, your dad had told you that he had met someone in america and that he was moving there.

a small part of you was a little hurt but the majority of you was happy as sad as it sounds but he was never really a dad to you.

“i thought he was living in america?” leah asked as you hummed, a mock laugh coming over you “me too, until he showed up at my door at 6 in the morning!”

“thinking he was going to just have a place to stay at mine as if he didn’t just leave for 5 years no messages, no calls. then when i said no he started trying to manipulate me, saying how im such a bad daughter-“ you breathed out feeling leah squeeze your shoulders, her hand rubbing up and down your arms for comfort.

“have you spoken to your mum about this? does she know he’s back in london?” leah asked quietly as you shook your head. “no, she doesn’t need that stress right now.”

“i don’t know what to do le, everytime i go home he’s there. i don’t even fuckjng know how he got my address.” your voice cracked, all the emotions you’d been holding in for the past week finding flooding over.

you were conflicted, cause whilst you had spent so many years hating your father for never being there or if he was it was only when it suited him and not when you really needed him. you wanted to believe he’d changed but his actions spoke louder and then his words.

but then again he was your dad, where you got your blood from but that was it, you didn’t really know him at all and he didn’t really know you.

you both only really knowing of each other.

“it’s okay, y/n we’ll figure it out together i promise.”

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what about mick dating someone with anxiety? i feel like he’d be the perfect person to calm me down lol

Mick dating a girl with anxiety | MS47

warnings: mentions of anxiety, hair/nail picking, and panic attacks; mentions of food; not proofread.

Mick gives me such calm-love energy. The kind of love that will heal you, and make you feel welcomed, embraced, and truly loved.

Since the beginning, he makes sure you feel heard and valued. Mick will always listen attentively, and never judge you or your feelings.

Let's say the first time he sees you anxious is about something that you consider small (or at least most people would, therefore, you started to downplay your own reactions). Mick notices you picking your nails, constantly picking your scalp or the ends of your hair, and he's quick to busy your hands. No questions asked, he just sits beside you and grabs your hands, kissing each finger, drawing random patterns on your palm, and tracing your nails, and that prevents you from hurting yourself unintentionally.

Later that day, he will ask you what happened. You tell him everything, always adding that "it's no big deal" The whole time, you're on the verge of tears, and Mick hugs you and emphasizes that if it is making you upset it is a big deal and you have the right to feel sad/anxious without feeling guilty or downplaying your feelings.

Mick will definitely draw you a bath or order your favorite snack whenever you get anxious.

The first time he saw you having a panic attack, he used all his knowledge to help you. Mick made you count random stuff in the room, he made you match and even your breath with his, he kissed your forehead and kept whispering reassuring words.

He would be attentive to what triggers your anxiety and would try and take it away before it gets to you.

Overall, he's just very supportive and affectionate. He never makes you feel bad about having anxiety/being anxious, and he helps you even when he's away (he'll leave small notes around the house, always message you, call you, and order stuff to your house whenever he feels you're starting to sink into work/study, and leaving Angie with you because she'll be able to sense when you're at your lowest and she'll be able to calm you down).

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𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕄𝕖 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕀: ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

synopsis: you decide to make Neteyam pay for all the hurt he's caused you, but what will happen when your own plan comes back to bite you in the ass?

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, strong language, mentions of violence, blood, neteyam and reader being horrible to each other lol

wc: 5k words

a/n: i'm so flabbergasted by the incredible response to my first enemies-to-lovers fic, you don't even know! thank you so much, it means so much to see you besties enjoying it and being excited about it. I will reiterate once more than this is a trope suuper outside of my comfort zone, so i hope you enjoy me wracking my brain to figure out the plot as i go along hahahah. enjoy, and as always, thank you for every like, reblog, reply, it means the world x (thank you very much also to @cinetrix for her amazing Neteyam art ily bestie x)

na'vi compendium: syä - bitter, yawne - beloved, tanhì - bioluminescent freckle, 'itan - son, 'ite - daughter, Tsakarem - Tsa'hik in training, tsamsiyu - warrior, muntxate - mate, 'eylan - friend

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Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt, this lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer, souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, you and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

Just like most Na’vi, you’ve always felt comfortable at night. It always felt to you like the best time to be alive, is when the plants came to life alongside you, in iridescent hues and kaleidoscopes of vibrant colours. You’ve always liked how the village quieted, much like your mind, and how you were able to almost disappear in the dead of the forest, your body perfectly camouflaged in the trees and shrubbery surrounding you, glowing lights reflecting on your lustrous skin. It was heaven on Pandora, and it was yours to take, yours to enjoy, yours to experience. 

It didn’t feel like that right now, as you were stalking towards the village with a hand around your neck, tears falling down your face, a forlorn disposition plaguing your mind, fear protruding uninvited through the stalks of your thoughts. You kept glancing behind you, trying to see if Neteyam was following you, and felt mildly soothed when the village came abruptly into focus. You let out a breath of relief that you felt has been lodged in your throat for too long and started running towards your tent, exalted when you reached it and pushed the flap closed, almost considering glueing it shut with the sap from the tree Na’vi use in building furnishings for the village and their homes. You couldn’t stop the scream that escaped you as a voice you didn’t expect to hear in a home you thought was deserted spoke up, filling the much needed silence. 

“Is everything alright, Tanhí? Why are you so jumpy?” O'ì'en’s calming tone did very little to soothe you, but you knew you needed to settle your mind, so as to not raise suspicion. Any hint of what transpired between you and Neteyam would lead to complications you didn’t want to have to deal with, not when you had it all under control. There was no need to bring anyone into a war that only concerned two people, that would lead to destruction and ache you didn’t want anybody you cared about to have to experience. You had it all under control.

The reason for your unsightly fight with Neteyam brought back the conversation between yourself and Mo’at, that you tried your best to push away from your mind, that now came back in full swing as you finally took him in, as you knew you would have to tell him, and deal with the consequences of Eywa's vision and your decision to not talk the Tsa'hik out of it as a way to get revenge on the man who hurt you deeper and deeper with each day that passed. You and O'ì'en never made your relationship official, and never really even talked about it seriously, but there was no need - it was obvious enough. It was quite clear to most people that although undefined right now, your future was shaping up before your eyes, and its shape looked a lot like mating before Eywa, it looked a lot like kids and laughter and happiness and all the good things you thought you wanted, that you wanted to want every day of your life. You didn’t know whether you were convinced, deep down, but either way, you were always willing to try. Now, it seemed you wouldn't even get the chance.

“Everything’s fine, yawne. Just didn’t expect to see you here.” You thanked Eywa silently for the darkness in your home that hid your new-found bruises and closed the distance between you two, smiling as genuinely as you could bring yourself to, and reaching out to stroke his cheeks, the smile didn’t feel as forced when he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and almost purring in comfortable contentment. 

“I just came to check on you after the mission. You were… impressive. As you always are. It means so much, watching you out there, seeing what you’re capable of, how incredible you are, knowing the future moth-“ his eyes widened as his words registered in his mind and he stopped, and your expression couldn’t have been far removed from his in this moment, that felt all of a sudden thick with anticipation and nerves, with tension and fear. You didn’t know which emotions came from you. 

“Ma O'ì'en…I…” 

Both your heads snapped in the direction of the entrance, that was pushed open aggressively by a tall, muscular figure that you would recognise in every dream and every nightmare, in every waking moment, that you wished you didn’t. Neteyam stilled in his tracks as he noticed the scene in front of him, intimate and personal and clearly not for his eyes to see, and you felt a growl blossom in your throat that you had to swallow, if not for anything, for your still unflinching desire to keep this whole ordeal a secret for as long as you could. 

“I’m interrupting.” 

“Yes, yo-“

“No, Neteyam, future Olo’eyktan. Is there anything wrong?” 

“I need to talk to her. About the… mission.”

“I shall leave you to it, then. Please give your family my regards.”

“Thank you, O'ì'en. I appreciate it.” 

“No, yawne, you don’t have to leave. I can talk to Neteyam tomorrow. It’s late, anyhow.”

“Tanhi, we’ll… resume our conversation tomorrow, alright?” He gets close to you and his lips find your forehead for just a second, before he takes his leave, and you sigh, dread filling you at the thought of being in such proximity with the man that took so much space in your mind, the man that hurt you beyond words, that you would never be able to forgive. 

“How touching.”  his voice is filled with contempt and malice, and it hurts, still to this day, this tone you knew so familiarly, that you never managed to get used to, like a shadow following you in the night you would never be able to escape.

“Get the fuck out of my tent, Neteyam.” 

“He seems to have taken the news of our impending doom of a mateship very well. I’m impressed.” 

“Leave, Neteyam.” 

“You would think he would leave out of here kicking and screaming, that he would punch me and challenge me to First Blood for the chance to keep you… maybe you’re not as big a catch as I thought.” 

His steps were quiet, but determined, as he traversed the length of the tent and got close to you, until he took up your entire field of view and you hissed aggressively, your tail twirling so much it was almost hurting, as did your ears, pushed back until they were flat, and you removed your knife, resting in a sheath on your chest and held it a couple of millimetres from his neck. 

“I said… leave.” 

“Oh.. yawne, I doubt you’re going to kill me, but you’re more than welcome to try.” 

He had no time to say anything else as the knife made contact with his smooth skin, and in one fell swoop, a thin stripe of blood emerged from his chest, and started dripping down his body. You looked at it, at the clean, bright red liquid spilling, then raised your gaze to his face, that wasn’t shocked or scared, or even angry, but alive with a glimmer of something you couldn’t quite place in his eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. He shrugged.

“Guess I deserved that.” 

“So… why wasn’t your little boyfriend upset about our arrangement? Cause the way I see it, this means either you just conveniently left it out of the conversation, or it’s because you are actually planning on talking yourself out of it to my parents.”

Your heart was booming in your chest as his eyes bore into yours and the intensity in them scared you, but not because of any elicited fear, but of how your body reacted to it and how you didn’t know what those feelings plaguing you were, or how to make them stop. 

“Leave.”

“Now why would you not tell him about it? Are you scared? Scared he’ll find out you’ll finally get to be with a real man for once?” 

You chuckled. 

“Is that supposed to be you? That is funny, Neteyam, congratulations! I will let Lo’ak know that you managed to actually make a good joke for once in your life. He’ll be floored.” His expression darkened momentarily, but he regained his composure as quickly as he lost it. 

“If that’s not it, then, that means you will talk to my parents. I knew you couldn’t be dumb enough to accept this stupid little forced deal.” You wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid little smirk off his face, and fortunately for you, you knew just the way to do it.

 

“Well, why, Neteyam, as much as the thought of being mated to you horrifies me beyond my wildest nightmares, it’s nothing compared to the joy I get thinking of how miserable you’re going to be if I don’t talk to your parents and have to watch the choice slip past your grasp, not that it was there to begin with, or the joy of - ah, there it is - the joy fading from your eyes as you realise you will have to tell your stupid little girlfriend that you and her, will never, ever happen, and she will never be Tsa’hik, and watch as you realise that everything I foretold is, in fact, true.”

It was your turn to smirk, widely and cruelly, as his smile faded a little more with every word you spoke, until it was completely removed and replaced with a snarl, deep scowl and menacing canines on full display for you, but you were no longer scared. No, pure adrenaline was rushing through your veins, heightened by the desire to hurt him, to see him crumble in front of you, to see him suffer a sliver of all the hurt he’s caused you over the years. 

“Listen me very carefully, Neteyam. For one reason or another, you have made it your life purpose to make mine miserable, and only mine. I don’t want this to happen, I really don’t. I would rather be with any other man on this planet before I even considered looking in your direction, but I will make you pay for all the hurt you’ve caused me. And I have no problem burning in the pits of what Jake calls Hell, if I get to watch you burn with me.” You smiled a sweet smile, running your finger over the cut that was still leaking blood, trailing it down his abdomen, over his abs, and you ignored once more how the feel of his muscular body made shivers emanate from your fingertip, propagating throughout your whole being. You also ignored how his body shuddered under your touch. “So you and me, we’re stuck together, and there’s nothing you can do about it. And I will enjoy every moment of my life in which I get to see your life fall apart before you and know that I made it happen. So this little charming act you’re pulling, it’s all in vain. It’s all in vain. Now get out.” 

You didn’t wait for him to answer you, but turned around and started preparing for bed. You removed the silk top covering your chest, and heard a sharp inhale as his eyes took in the scene, and your breath ceased, wondering if he was going to leave, like you told him to, wondering if you wanted him to. Eventually, the cold sting of the wind blowing hit your back, as he opened the flap to your tent and exited it, and all at once, it all hit you and you felt more alone, more forlorn than you ever have, and less sure than ever about your crazy, all-consuming schemes. 

You woke up with doubt filling your mind and the headache to match, and you wondered if you did in fact have to leave the comfort and safety of your tent for the life that you knew would be waiting to tear you slowly at the seams as soon as you left it. Dreams plagued your subconscious last night, floating in the ether, waiting to be grabbed and inspected by an uncertain mind, and in your state, they were, and turned over onto each one of their pretty facets, bringing back memories you struggled to forget, that hurt you in their innocence and beauty, in their absence, in their contrast to your life right now and the relationship you still mourned to this day on odd occasions, on harder days, like yesterday, and like today.

In those dreams, Neteyam’s eyes gleamed with excitement and love, instead of annoyance and hatred. In those dreams, his hands were warm as his fingers intertwined with yours on the practice grounds, instead of bruising and calloused as they snuffed the breath out of your throat. In dreams, his smile brightened your whole world and made the pain of training and the struggle of excellence not only bearable, but barely-felt. You couldn’t even remember the last time Neteyam smiled your way, a true smile, a gummy smile, a playful smile he still flashed most people, he still flashed his family, and friends, and clan, all of which you used to be, none of which you still are to him.

You wondered sometimes, very rarely, if he ever thinks about those times, too. If in his undivided quest to hurt you and one-up you, in his desire to see you fail and the joy he seems to derive from it, you wondered, did he ever think about those times, too? Does he ever remember you, innocent and young, full of spark and happiness, looking up at him like he was a planet and you were just his moon, trapped in his gravitational pull, circling his orbit, offering him solace and safety from the rest of the universe, from all the meteors that always tried to take too much out of him, too quickly. He used to love you, and want to protect you, he was there when your parents died, he was there to help you mourn and heal. Does he remember what you used to mean to him?

As you made your way to the Sullys' tent, you were greeted by shouting and a seemingly unending back-and-forth, but the voices involved in it weren't the ones you expected - not when they weren't Lo'ak and Kiri's, who you found bickering almost on the daily, who you were used to having to mediate peace treaties for, but instead, Neteyam and Jake's, both angry and raising above the peaceful chatter of the village that was just coming to life in light of a new day.

"- and this is just the way it is, Neteyam. This isn't like you! You, more than all the rest of your siblings combined, have always been able to see the bigger picture, to understand that sacrifices sometimes are necessary for the greater good. You have always been the one who was able to have perspective. What the hell happened, son?"

"What happened is you're trying to get me to mate with someone who I hate, who I will never be able to accept. I had a chosen mate! I had a life, and a plan, and now it's all over. Now you're telling me I have to give her every part of me, the most intimate parts of me, my children, my future. Her!"

You cringed at the way he said your name - like a blasphemy, like a curse. Spitting it like it was blood and bile mixing together on his tongue, coating his mouth, like the vile word hurt sitting in his throat. and he desperately needed to get it out before it could do any more damage.

"This isn't my decision, son. And it's not yours, either. It's Eywa's. You know she's never wrong, you know there's a reason for this. She seems to see it, too, why can't you at least try?"

There was silence in the tent and you felt guilty for prying, your body crouched next to the tent and your ear against its woven fabric, but not guilty enough to stop. Jake sighed loudly. You heard Neytiri's calmer, more even tone take over.

"Ma 'itan... you used to love this girl. She used to be your best friend, you used to do everything together. I know things have changed between you, but deep down, you're both the same two people you used to be. You both can find each other again, you just have to try. Why won't you try?"

Neteyam huffed and the sudden commotion made you jolt back, hiding in the corner as he pushed passed the closed flap, muttering mostly to himself as he left the tent, and his family, behind.

"You know damn well why."

You let out a breath you've been holding for the entirety of the conversation, as you came out of hiding and entered the tent, trying your best not to look like you overheard the entirety of that conversation that although about you, clearly was not intended for your ears to hear. Even if you hadn't heard the whole thing, it would still be obvious you were on their minds and on their lips as their eyes scrambled in shame and embarrassment, the room drowned in awkwardness and heaviness none of you could quite shake, none of you could quite swim in gracefully. Neytiri spoke first, her motherly instincts kicking in as she noticed your pained expression, that as hard as you tried, you couldn't hide from the people you loved so much, from the people that knew you so well.

"Ma 'ite, come, sit. We saved you food." she took you gently by the shoulders and pushed you to the middle of the room, and then down until you sat next to Lo'ak, who gave you a pitying look and a half-smile, an underwhelming attempt at telling you he's heard the news, and he feels sorry for you. Lo'ak more than most people knew how it felt to be stuck to Neteyam, how it felt to know that, no matter what happened or where life took him, he'd always live in his big brother's shadow, unable to escape his majestic, adept, irritating grasp. It seems you were now in a similar boat, bound to be known as no more than Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan's mate, and eventually, the Tsa'hik of the Omaticaya. It was a good title, a worthy title, a mighty title - just not one for you, and Lo'ak knew this all too well.

"I didn't get to see you after the mission, kid. I wanted to tell you you did a phenomenal job. Neytiri and I are very proud of you, you are genuinely better and better every day."

You felt annoyance build in you at his comments, but pushed it down. They were being nice, and it wasn't their fault. None of this was their fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. It was Eywa's will. And Eywa knew best. And still, still, you couldn't help feel it, the frustration that gnawed at you at this situation, at the way none of it would matter soon in their eyes, how it would all be forsaken and forgotten, your skill, your prowess, everything you worked for for 19 years.

So, say something. Tell them you don't want to do it. That you're meant to be more, was born to be more than just his mate. Say something.

Nothing came out as you chewed your food apathetically, trying to focus instead of little Tuk who came to sit next to you, and you pulled her closer, sharing your food silently. She smiled up at you, and you couldn't help reach down and peck her on her forehead. It's been a while since you went out, just you girls, and you felt guilty for abandoning Kiri and Tuk for Lo'ak's training sessions and your own, and made a mental note to organise a foraging trip soon.

"Kid, you are one of the best warriors I have ever seen in my 19 years of being Olo'eyktan. In fact, you are one of the best I've ever seen, even back on Earth. You should be very proud of yourself and what you've achieved. I know there's so much still there for the taking, whenever you're ready."

"There's nothing left for me to take, Jake! Not anymore. Don't you see that? You all stand here, talking about how great I am, what a great warrior I am, but how the fuck does it matter anymore, huh? When I'll have to give it all up to become Tsakarem, to exist here, in the village, for the rest of my life instead of out there, where I actually belong, to exist to interpret Eywa's will, which I will never be able to do, because I will never be able to understand why she would ever think I could ever be this, all of this for the people, how she could think it's fair I have to give up all of me to belong to someone else who hates me, who'll get to shine in my stead, and fight in my stead, and fulfil the destiny I was bound by, that belonged to me just as much as him? I trained my whole life, side by side with Neteyam, to be just as good as him, to be just as good a tsamsiyu as he is, and now it's all in vain. So please, spare me the compliments, since they are just as wasted on me as my talent on the battlefield is."

You were no longer hungry, it seemed, and with one last kiss to Tuk, you got out of the tent, hearing a faint "Well, that could have gone better, with both of them." coming from Jake, accompanied by a deep sigh that mirrored yours. You heard footsteps follow you, but couldn't find it in you to stop, to care, not when more and more, it seemed like the ground was turning into quicksand beneath your feet, pulling you under with each moment you considered all you were giving up to get revenge on a man who you meant nothing to, who probably didn't care regardless, who was going to hurt you in this forced relationship more than you could ever hurt him. Maybe it wasn't worth it. Maybe your peace of mind, and your ability to reach your full potential was more important than the desperate, idiotic need to get Neteyam to suffer for the 7 years of indiscretions that clawed at your heart every day of your life.

"Syä, come on, don't make me chase after you."

You ignored Lo'ak, and continued walking until you hit the tree you both liked to go to think and vent, to talk and complain about anything and everything - his subjects always revolved around his father and his sisters, yours revolved around your lack of parents and the pressure that you felt to be great, the responsibility you shouldered, and you both shared one subject in particular, that occupied most of your time spent here. He climbed after you and you both settled on the branch you usually laid on.

"I'm sorry, syä."

"What about?"

"Everything. This whole thing. You don't deserve this."

You scoffed.

"I deserve what I got. That's why I got it. The Great Mother doesn't choose sides, and she's never cruel or unjust. So I must deserve this."

There was silence weighing heavily on the air around you and in both your minds. Lo'ak didn't have the most developed emotional maturity, so you knew better than to expect more. You appreciated the little he did say, because it did matter - it always will. You and Neteyam might be as far apart as two galaxies on opposing sides of the universe, but you and Lo'ak were adjacent stars in the night sky, there to shine together. You might not have a family, not truly, but he would always be your baby brother, and you would always be his big, bitter, best sister.

"I have to tell you, though... I feel bad for you and all, but it's so good to know I won't have to call that little scared, mindless yarik of a girl sister. She truly is the most dull, vapid, odious person I've ever met, and even with Neteyam's bad track record in girls, this one still shocks me to this day. Imagine her being Tsa'hik, ew."

You laughed a little. She really was bad. Not what you would have ever imagined Neteyam's type to be like, but more and more it seemed Neteyam's type was anyone who had absolutely no resemblance... to you. Like consciously or subconsciously, he just needed to make sure the person he was kissing, or touching, or fucking, had nothing of you that could hinder the experience for him. The thought hurt and tilted to balance back in the favour of your original malevolent, callous, rotten plan.

"Have you told O'ì'en yet? Can't imagine he'll be very pleased. That guy's whipped for you, for real. I've never seen someone literally have those heart eyes that you see in those old cartoons my dad used to show us when we were kids."

You sighed another bottomless sigh as you thought about yet another person who had to suffer as a result of this scheme. Your boyfriend for all intents and purposes, the man you once thought you might spend the rest of your life with. A man who was good and pure, who treated you well, who put you first. You realised with a small chuckle that, much like Neteyam, you, too, subconsciously found the opposite of him and held on for dear life, only to now have to let him go.

"Not yet."

"You should, syä. He deserves to know."

"Yeah. He does."

Lo'ak's words rang in your ears as you were walking through the village in search for the one person you needed to see, and you knew where he would be, where he always was when he had spare time, dutiful as always, responsible as he would always be. You smiled a half-smile as you saw him with a gun in hand, peering through the visor, full focus as he was aiming for one of the targets nailed to a tree 500 metres away.

"You're aiming too low." his eyes snapped to you, and the smile he gave you, so genuine and wide and comforting hurt you, it all hurt your heart that was struggling to maintain itself whole in the face of everything that it had to endure in time, and more so recently.

You joined him, motioning for him to resume what he was doing, and you placed a hand on the underside of the sniper he was holding, inching it upwards.

"You have to adjust for the distance and the gravity pulling the bullet down as it flies towards the target. Like with an arrow."

"An arrow I get. This, I don't think I ever will."

"You will, O'ì'en. I know you will." I just won't be the one to teach you anymore.

"I was hoping you'd come." He dropped the weapon on the ground, finding better luck in counting the stars on your face instead, and with a caress of your lips, you shuddered under his touch, leaning into it, exhaling softly as his own lips found yours in a soft, intimate exchange. "I missed you, and I wanted to tell you something, I needed to tell you what's been on my mind from the moment you first appeared in front of me during my first lesson."

Your heart was pounding in your chest and in your temples, the words that you knew were coming scaring you, their weight, their implication dizzying you, turning you into a breathy, untethered mess as you spoke words with barely enough strength to be heard.

"O'ì'en, I -..."

"Please, let me get this out. I love you, tìyawn. I love you, and everything about you. I love your beauty, and your strength. I love how incredible you are, and how skilled. I love how despite your tough exterior, you have a gentle heart. And you are kind, and good, and I just know you'd be the best mother one day. I just hope it's to our kids. I want you to be mine, to mate before Eywa, to finally have the lo-"

His words and the erratic beating of your heart in your ears, the tears glossing over your eyes, dulled your senses to the man who was approaching you, and you suppressed a hiss at the interruption, at the one who instigated it, at the one who always seemed to conveniently find a way to do so. Neteyam walked until he was so close to you his hips were brushing against your waist, that, much to your unadulterated shock and disbelief, he circles with his arm, holding on to you tightly as he spoke.

"I have been looking everywhere for you, ma muntxate. Father called an emergency meeting and he needs you there immediately. He asked me to go find my love, so typical of him, don't you think?" His smile was sweet and innocent, but you knew better, knew that he just ruined the last pure thing in your life, the one thing you tried to hard to protect, the one thing you were just reconsidering this whole ordeal for, once more. O'ì'en...

"What did you say?"

"Oh, ma ‘eylan, haven't you heard? Her and I are to be mated soon. Isn't that just great?"

The sound of both your and O'ì'en's hearts shattering all around you and the swift melody of Neteyam winning yet another battle is the last thing you heard before the man you cared for turned around and left, taking the future and the hopes he held safely within his soul, leaving you with more guilt and shame than you would ever know what to do with.

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[sunsetsimon]

i’ve been lurking through your page for the past few days and i’m screaming, crying, kicking my feet at simon. ANYWAYS— i’ve had a scary interaction yesterday evening when i parked my car and a guy opened my door when i was gathering my things from the passenger seat.

i screamed, which made him flinch and i was able to close the door and lock myself in. he banged my window and kept on trying to talk to me until he finally left.

i had a full blown panic attack and it took my 20 minutes to gather enough courage to get out and run home.

what’s scarier is that i am four months along w/ my bsf’s baby (USE PROTECTION KIDS, ONE SILLY MISTAKE AND YOU LOSE YOUR BSF AND FEEL LIKE A WHALE) and i don’t have anyone to call/reach so…�� now… i can only think of reader experiencing this, but being able to call simon and him just comforting her afterwards and coming to save her <3 ugh i need a simon in my life hahahah

anyways—— sorry if this was weird and a strange word vomit too, feel free to ignore!! stay safe 🫶🏼

— momanon 🧞‍♀️

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. i'm so glad you're okay ugh that's terrifying!!! and i hope you have the happiest and healthiest pregnancy ever <333 mwah!

simon is fucking fuming, he can't think of the last time he was this riled up, ready to split this guy down the middle. your hands are shaking as you call him, struggling to hold your phone up to your ear, voice trembling as you speak. the line goes silent, all you hear is quick shuffling of what you can only assume is simon grabbing his keys to come to you.

“what does he look like? which direction is he walking to? what is he wearing?” firing off question after question, picturing all the ways he can send this man to his maker. of course you’re shaken, thoughts twisted from pure shock and adrenaline.

“don’t fucking move,” he orders you, and you can hear the loud acceleration of his car, driving way over the speed limit, running stop signs, tunnel visioned on getting to you.

he’s there faster than you can really process, his energy completely different. simon’s demeanor is dark, intimidating, enough to pull you out of your shock. his eyes are scanning the parking lot, searching for anyone who fits the description of the man.

“are you okay?” he asks, opening your door to pull you into his arms.

he holds you against his chest, taking deep breaths to coax you into calming down, his chest rising and falling in tempo with yours. his warm hand rests on your tummy, rubbing lightly as if he was soothing the baby.

“yeah that was just… scary,” you say, observing the cars around you once more. it's you and simon, and a woman about your age walking down the rows of cars. keys and purse in hand, she quickly passes you and gets in a blue car parked a few spaces down. though she didn't give you a second glance, simon watched her like a hawk, brown eyes scanning for the man lurking around.

"m'never letting you go anywhere alone again. especially while carryin' my kid with you," he huffs as the woman shuts her car door, quickly backing out and leaving. you're gathering your things, filling your bag with everything that had spilled in your fright, flinging things around while locking the door.

simon guides you out of your car by your hand, holding his other arm out to help stabilize you if you need it. grabbing the bag from you, he kisses your forehead and walks on your heels the entire way. from then on, he keeps his promise of not allowing you to go anywhere alone, always by your side to protect you.

[hxltic]

can you do capt price with an s/o who used to have braces (the reader has glasses) and proce found this out cause like he was going through all photo albums and stumbled upon readers old pics when the reader was like in middle school (OH AND ALSO IMAGINE THE READER BEING A METALHEAD IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND UNTIL NOW AND PRICE IS JUST SO SUPRISED HAHAHAH)

I am so sleepy so this may be bad or short but i find this hilarious

One of the reasons Price loved you was because you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair complimented your eyes, and the jewelry you wore sat glistening on your skin. Your figure gave him something to grab onto, all his favorite parts of your body on display when you wore those tight fitting dresses for the summer.

When you brought the man home to your parent’s house, you’d expected him to be downstairs helping out for dinner despite how much you tell him to rest. It’s the sweet, traditional side of him.

Not in your childhood room, silently looking through things that aren’t technically hidden, so you can’t get upset with him for noticing.

And it wasn’t the records plastered on your wall with a protective glass over them, or the stickers permanently stuck to the sides of your mirror—it was the pictures. All in relatively small frames that didn’t have the best quality, but good quality enough for him to see the worst of you. You stroll out the bathroom and close the door to the man holding one and chuckling to himself. His brow was turned up in amusement.

“Put. That. Down.”

He turns to you with the frame still in hand, his face never wavering even though you looked like you were about to combust with embarrassment. Cheeks red, eyes blown wide darting anywhere else but him, and hands coming up to cover your face.

The worst part was, you knew exactly which picture he was holding. It was you and two other girls, one of which you don’t speak to anymore. Anyway, your teeth were dark with black braces to match the atrocious personality you’d invented for yourself at the time, and your haircut was one you try your best to forget about. You really wish you would’ve thrown that away.

It doesn’t help your features look the exact same.

The only difference was you were wearing your prescription glasses, the ones you brought into adulthood, but they were somewhere tucked in a drawer as your contacts held their spot.

“Why? You look adorable.” He teases. You looked far from that. You were a menace.

His perfectly sculpted beard moves as he tips his head back in laughter, genuinely taken aback by young you. You somehow are still the same, just more tolerable, with a snappy attitude on top but a lovey dovey mess underneath.

“Oh my god.” You wanted to roll yourself up in a ditch and never escape. The only reason you kept that picture was because the other girl has the same one. The date was written on the back in marker, but you didn’t have to look to know it was during your darkest days.

You finally calm yourself and blink up to your spouse, who seemed to be in thought. His mouth opened to ask, then it closed, and it took everything in you to pretend you didn’t see it. You just knew it would be something else by the taunting half-smile on his face.

Instead, you asked him what he was about to say. You shouldn’t have.

“I searched up the band on the wall. They still around?” He asked.

And while the question seemed purely genuine, you did not take it as such. One side of you wanted to tell him, “No, they stopped making music a while ago,” and the other half is saying, “Kill me now.”

Now he knows you used to listen to metal, but not just the regular kind; the barely coherent, head-bopping, voice-ripping kind. If the man wasn’t older, and this was Gaz, he wouldn’t have hesitated to call you emo.

“No,” you mustered up. You tried your best to not return to the previous state of embarrassment, but knowing your husband, he’d now look into it and try to get you printed shirts for your birthday and whatnot.

He didn’t openly tell you how weird or concerning it was, but this was worse. When someone won’t tell you something directly, but you just know what they’re thinking anyway.

“I didn’t think a pretty lady like you would listen to that.”

. .

The entire way to the dinner table he was on and off laughing. It even got the point he had to temporarily excuse himself, just somehow unable to rid the image from his mind. Even though that’s far from what he wanted.

This late in the relationship and your mother still has horror stories to tell.

[savemeafruitjuice]

Tickletober Day 17- Raspberries

This is a Rise fic! Maaaybe was self-induglent.. just a little. (It's just Leo being bullied, really)

@smiley-star Lee Leo :)

Lee: Leo

Ler: Mikey

TW!: SWEARING!

Leo bounced his leg on his bed, tapping his fingers on his arm. He had felt jittery today, like he had drank three cups of coffee, even though he had been forced to cut down after staying up for almost a full week straight sometime last month.

To be fair, Donnie did that all the time, but Raph just wouldn't let another brother with that degree of a bad sleep-schedule slide.

The blue-themed turtle sighed, instead tracing over the lines of his palm. The slightly tingly sensation calmed him down a bit, until that same feeling returned in his stomach. After a second, the slider realized what it was. A lee-mood.

The turtle groaned quietly, choosing to ignore it for the time being. Everyone was tired, having had a crazy run-in with some mutants last night, and no one would want to deal with whatever he wanted. It wasn't a priority.. it could wait..

"LEO!"

He flinched, body pausing before turning around on his bed to face the doorway. It was Mikey's voice, which was weird, considering the youngest would usually greet everyone at their own doors. "Yeah? What is it?" He listened for a response, but none came. "WHAT?!"

"COME HERE!"

Leo sighed, tightening the drawstring on his hoodie to hide his face, which was probably flushed from his newfound.. mood. He left his room, feet shuffling on the ground as he made his way to the source of the voice. Walking across the lair, he immediately paused at the entrance of his brother's room.

Mikey was sitting on the floor, arms crossed over his chest. Next to him was a paint splatter, covering the majority of what looked like the youngest's most recent artwork. "Aw, Mike.. your painting.. are you okay?"

The box turtle shook his head, pressing his arms harder around himself. "No! All day, no one has wanted to hang out, and was asleep for the entire morning! I had to eat breakfast by myself, so I went to paint to feel better, but then I spilled a bunch of stupid red everywhere!"

Frustrated tears were building up in the smaller's eyes. Leo quickly went to sit down next to him, holding his arms out to comfort him. Mikey sniffled, flopping into the elder's hold. "I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to leave you alone like that-"

"No.." the younger interrupted, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "It's not any of your fault.. I'm just.. overwhelmed." Leo nodded, squeezing him into a hug. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Mikey nodded. "I just have a lot of energy built up.. could I.. uhm-" he paused, the elder nudging him to continue. "try tickling you..?"

The question was so quiet, Leo was almost convinced he had made it up, but the words rang clear in his mind. "Oh! Uh- sure, Mikey." A smile crept onto his face. It was weird how his lee-moods always seemed to sync up with his brothers, but that wasn't his concern right now.

Mikey smiled back, although it was a little shyer than the slider's. He hugged his brother tight, mumbling a "thanks" before reaches for his hips, latching onto them gently. "Just tell me if it's too much."

Leo squawked, arms jolting down, though he didn't push his little brother away. "DEHEheal!" The box turtle pinched at the joint for a few seconds, then carefully pushed on the taller's plastron to lay him down, sitting on his thighs. Mikey giggled, then rolled up the blue cloth of his hoodie. Leo only had a split second to realize what was going on, watching his brother's head lower, before being plunged into a fit of loud laughter. "HAHAHAH! AAHAH! MIKEHEY!"

"Whahat? I thought you agreed?" Mikey smiled, blowing another raspberry against his belly. "I can stop if you want." The slider bucked, whining at the offer. "NAHAH! Heheh, nohoHOHO! IHI-AHAH! IHIhit's SNRT- OHOHOKAHAay!"

The younger smiled. "Alright then, hang in there, Lee~" He took a deep breath, eyes gleaming mischievously at the anticipation on the elder's face.

Leo's eyes had squeezed shut, blushing at the nickname, only for them to shoot open wider than before at the horrible tickly feeling on the side of his ribs. "HAAAH AHAH! MIHIKEHEHEEEY, NOHOT THEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAH!" His arms shot out to push at the younger's head, but the other just pushed his hoodie higher up, taking his arms with it.

When Leo opened his eyes, he learned that the clothing article had been pushed over his face as well, and he was trapped in a sea of blue as Mikey blew raspberry after raspberry on his plastron. He kicked and squirmed, trying to sit up to stop the tickling, soon lost in his own laughter as his thighs were lightly scribbled on.

"FUHUHU-AHAH! SNRT- IHI CAHAHAN'T SEHEHEE! IHI-AAHAHAHAHAHAH! SNRT- NAHAHAH, PLEHAHAHA!"

The orange-themed turtle cooed, scooting down on his knees which effectively stopped the moving from those limbs. Instead, the slider's hips bucked, and he once again tried to pull his arms out of his sleeves, too overcome with ticklishness to escape.

"Y'know, I think I want to try something.. Of course, if you're willing." There were a couple seconds before the elder had processed the question, the turtle trying to suck in as much air as he could when the fingers at his legs stopped moving. "WHAHaha- SNRT- WhahaHAHat is ihit?.."

Mikey's grin was that of pure evil.

"Oh, I was just wondering how much a raspberry on your thigh would tickle.."

"Euhuhughhh bohohoy.."

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Errm I may end up doing a part two to this? Possibly later in the month, or maybe a fic later on. We'll see I guess. Have a great day!

[heeseung-min]

[21:09]

You were scrolling on Twitter reading those funny posts and retweet some memes until you came into this one particular post showing how the girlfriend pranked her boyfriend by talking about the flowers he sent even though he didn't do it actually. It's funny reading the text where her partner got scared about it.

Then, you decided to do the same to your lovely boyfriend.

You: Jay baby🥺🥺, thank you for this flowers. I really love it.

Jay: What do you mean by that?

You: No need to be secretive now🥱 I know you give this. After all, who is the only one knew about my favourite flower😆

Jay: I'm serious, y/n. I didn't send anything to you. If I wanted to, I'll bring it to you when I come home.

You: [Image] Then, what is this mister?🙄

You waited for his reply but instead you got a call from him. You calmed down yourself before taking the call.

"Hello"

"When did you get the flowers?"

"Huh? What?"

"The flowers, y/n. Did you see the person who sent it or did they left some notes or anything?"

Jay's serious tone made you flabbergasted. You didn't know his reaction would be like this.

"No-no Jay. Umm, it's just a prank."

"...What?"

"It's a prank. I saw it on Twitter so I just wanted to try. I'm really sorry for worrying you."

You can heard Jay sighed heavily. He kept being quiet until few seconds later, he talked again but the tone of his voice now is soft.

"You made me worried, baby. Do you know how dangerous is that? I'm worried something will happen to you when I'm not there."

"Sorry again. I just want to play with you since I'm bored. I will not do it again."

"Alright baby. I will be back in 30. Let's go date tonight, okay?"

You squaled happily before ended the call and prepared yourself for the date. Jay on the other hand still trying to calm himself after what happened just now.

"False alarm. Y/n just playing a silly prank."

"I didn't know noona can be in silly mood too."

"It must be you that teach her how to prank people, Riki."

"I- hello?!"

"Why did you worry so much, Jay? We already make sure they will not find y/n anymore, right?"

"Plus, it's not like y/n can remember them. We made her completely forgot about her past as well."

"Who knows, maybe they suddenly feel brave to take her away from me."

"If that happens, we will make sure they won't even get to be closer to her."

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HAHAHAH yooo didnt expected that silly prank can turn to yandere?😂😂😂😂😂 i hope you enjoy this

Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount @cyberpinkx

[freedomfireflies]

Into the Harryverse

The Harry’s reaction if they ever made their girls cry?

OH OKAY WE WANT ANGST TODAY, YOU GOT IT!!!

Teach Me Harry:

Oh pure panic!! Because she never cries!! And maybe he's had a bad day so he snaps, and she also had a bad day, so she's more susceptible to tears!! And she tries to turn away and say she's fine but he knows better!

And he steps forward gently and says, "Whoa, hey...shit, I'm sorry. I didn't...I didn't mean to yell. Bee...Bee, I'm sorry. Can you look at me? Please?"

And it takes a minute but eventually she lets him pull her into his arms and he kisses her forehead and apologizes and explains and they make up!!

Mine Harry:

I think she would cry if she saw him come home with tons of cuts, bruises, and shredded clothes 😗 Maybe after she specifically told him not to do something stupid but he went and did it anyway and now he's incredibly hurt!!

And he can't go to a hospital because of the cops so she has to take care of him. And so she's trying, but her hands are shaking, and she keeps thinking that maybe she could have lost him, and why did he have to go out there, and she can't see past the tears!!

And he notices, and he's gutted. You know how sometimes women with babies lactate if they hear crying?? I imagine Harry is the same way except pure fucking FEAR HAHAHHA

He's riddled with anxiety and regret to see her so upset because he hates it and he doesn't know how to fix it. So he grabs her shaking hands from where she's cleaning his wound, and guides her eyes to his.

"Hey, hey. Mama...look at me, please," he'd murmur. "I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm okay, yeah? Gonna be just fine. You aren't gonna lose me. Never let myself leave you. You know that."

And then they kiss heheh

One for the Money Harry:

I also think it would be rare that Peach would ever cry in front of him!! But lets add some more angst and say she's crying during sex 😗

Not because of the sex or because of anything Harry is doing but her mind is all over the place and maybe she's not feeling it as much as she thought she was and he's saying all these great, dominant things but it's just...heavy. It's hurting her heart a little and she doesn't know why, so at first she doesn't say anything.

So her body says it for her. She starts to cry and Harry thinks it's because of the pleasure but she won't look at him and he quickly realizes these aren't good tears.

So he stops instantly, and pulls her into his arms, and gets really quiet. Because he doesn't know what to say, but he finally whispers, "When you're ready to tell me...I'll be here."

And she doesn't tell him for a while because she's so overwhelmed but eventually does and he spends the evening helping her relax 😭

iFall Harry:

I think he would feel so guilty!!! Maybe even pulls a Jack Chambers and gets down on his knees to apologize and bury his face in her stomach (except he lets her go if she asks, cause he's not fucking crazy)!!!!

404 Harry:

Well let's face it, this man wants to make her cry. And she never does because why would she cry over a man?? or because of a man??

So if she DOES actually cry one day during one of their little fights, he's just.................he's stunned. Doesn't know what to do. Stands there, blinking, very quiet.

But I think eventually he'd just clear his throat, step forward, and murmur, "Hey, you know I was kidding, Tink. I think what you're doing is fine. I didn't...I was just fucking with you."

And she just nods and waves him off because she's not crying because of him but they aren't close enough for her to tell him why she's really crying. But he knows it's bigger than him so he just kind of...awkwardly throws an arm around her shoulder until she calms down. Maybe waits until she isn't hiccuping to press a very rare kiss to her forehead before sneakily suggesting he fuck the pain away HAHAHAH

I'M SO SORRY IT GOT LONG AGAIN BUT THIS WAS FUN????????? THANK YOU FOR ASKING 😭💞

[ikeromantic]

Hello dear, how’s everything? Hope you are morr than fine these days 😸 Say, for the aks, can I have a Hideyoshi with word “heat” and ♨️? (That is a osen/hot spring emoji btw, also it’s not necessarily a “hot” ask hahahah just if tou are in the mood otherwise is just fine with wtvr you feel like and feels comfortable writing) 💓

Ehehehe an opportunity to write Hideyoshi in a less . . . mothering . . . light! Approx. 900 words of heat, an onsen, and a healthy amount of spice.

Hideyoshi leaned back against the stone side of the hot spring and let his eyes drift shut. The water steamed the air around him like a hot, velvety fog. There were few occasions he could relax like this and it felt incredibly good to just let go for a little while. He took a deep, slow breath and sank a little lower in the water.

“I knew I’d find you here.” The chatelaine’s voice floated to him through the heated air. 

He opened his eyes and saw the outline of her at the far end of the pool. The steam was just thick enough to lend her figure an air of mystery, though he could clearly make out the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. She was a sight he thought he could never tire of. Hideyoshi’s mouth curved up in a pleased smile. “Are you joining me?”

“Yep. It’s just really hot.” She dipped her toe in the water and pulled it back. 

“You have to go slow, let your body adjust.” He moved over to her side. “It will be a little uncomfortable at first, but then you start to relax and it’s -” He searched for the right word for a moment.

“Perfect?”

Hideyoshi chuckled. “That works.” 

She sat down at the edge of the pool and carefully put her feet in. Her face was already flushed, her hair damp and clinging to her skin where it touched. The nervous expression she wore eased after a long moment, and she scooted forward to sink her legs into the water up to her knee. “That does feel good,” she sighed.

He took her foot in his hands and began to rub the tension from it. She worked hard, always taking on tasks and volunteering for things. The chatelaine needed this break as much as he did. They were both always taking care of other people and it was a nice change to just take care of each other for a bit. 

“Oh my god. You are so good at that.” She made a little sound of pleasure. 

Hideyoshi switched to her other foot. “I don’t have any training. I just go by your sweet expressions to figure out if what I’m doing works or not.” He grinned. “Right now, your face says ‘yes, yes, that’s the spot!’”

She laughed. “Are you teasing me right now, Mister Toyotomi?”

“A little,” he admitted. 

“Well, you can tease me all you like as long as you keep doing that with your hands.” She leaned back, setting her hands a little behind her hips. 

Hideyoshi wondered if she had any idea how she looked, sitting like that. Gorgeous came to mind. But that wasn’t quite right. Tantalizing might be better. He slid his hands up to her calf, continuing to work out her tension, though his thoughts were much less innocent.

The chatelaine regarded him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh is this a full body massage now? I thought you were just being sweet by rubbing my feet.”

“I think it ought to be,” Hideyoshi replied, trying to keep his voice level and calm. He didn’t feel calm at all. Desire set his pulse racing and thrummed in his low belly. But this was a hot spring and the point was to relax. Not . . . the many activities that stirred to life as he looked at her luscious beauty. 

She laughed. “I never actually had one before. It’s kind of expensive and I thought it would be a little weird to be naked or, I guess mostly naked, while someone you don’t know rubs you.” 

“Mmm. Yes. I wouldn’t want anyone else to touch you like that.” His hands slid up from her calves to her thighs. 

The chatelaine sighed in pleasure at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “Right? And that’s even without a happy ending. I don’t think . . . a real . . . masseuse does that . . . it would be so awkward!”

“A happy ending?” Hideyoshi leaned closer, not understanding. 

“Oh!” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “It’s a - a thing I heard. That some places kind of . . . finish you up? You know?”

“I don’t understand.” He didn’t, though he had a suspicion of what she meant. Services of a more intimate nature than just a massage. His fingers glided over her damp, slick skin, rubbing away the knots of tension in her inner thighs. Her legs slid a little further apart, and the sight of her like that sent a sharp need coursing through him. Relax relax relax, he thought, though the mantra did nothing to calm him. 

“Mmmm. Damn, I didn’t even know I was tense there,” she sighed. She said nothing more on the subject of happy endings, but Hideyoshi wasn’t going to drop it. The idea stuck in his head, fueled by the sight of her and the sound of her pleasure. 

This was a private onsen and they would not be interrupted. He placed a kiss on her leg. “So. These happy endings . . . they are a little more intimate than a massage?”

“Y-yes.” Her eyes opened and she watched him with a wary anticipation.

Hideyoshi brushed his fingertips over the soft skin of her low belly, tracing the line of her pelvic bone. “Creating some tension to release?”

She made a little sound of surprise at the touch. 

“I think I get the idea, but . . . “ He used his other hand to bring her closer to the edge, until she was sitting half off and half on the stone. “Why don’t you tell me if I got it right?” 

After that, Hideyoshi was a little busy with his mouth to say more. But based on the delighted noises his lovely made, he definitely had the right idea.

[mira4townie]

What type of Tiktoks would 4town make in a modern au:

Robaire: He love to film the other guys in their daily life. Feeding the 4townies so much 4town content, They're so spoiled by now. Whenever it's right before they go up on stage doing warmups and silly things, The things being mostly T. At their own home, when they're randomly drumming and singing another song or just messing around with the boys. He'll also film his teases on his childhood friend, Z. Once there's concerts or events happening, he'll make sure to update the 4townies. He'll also do some smooth ah runs which makes the 4townies go crazy in the comments for. Every once in awhile, he'll either duet reaction to someone really talented singing their songs or actually duet singing to someone really talented. The reaction of the 4townies puts a big smile on his face and will like a lot of their comments.

Robaire: *As hears a rumple coming towards him, Jesse and Tae in the living room, They watch Z chasing T down*

T: Can't catch me, hahahah! *running around the furnitures while laughing, Having a packet of chicken sandwich in his hand, Robaire already started to record at this point*

Z: T! Stop taking my god damn food right infront of my nose! *looking pissed off while chasing him down*

Jesse: Oh my god, Guys. Calm down. Let's settle this the mature way.

Robaire: Hahahah. T! T! T! *cheering T on as he's pretty into it*

Z: *hears this* You're supposed to cheer me on, Ahole! Ugh! *chasing T down faster like the speed of light*

T: Oh damn! Wait! *runs around the couch but Z caught up to him, Causing him to burst into laughter* No!

Z: *trying to grab my sandwich packet while playfighting with him* Give me it!

Robaire: *him and Tae started to laugh at them and he moved closer to them, filming them*

T: *finally let go of the sandwich and lays down there, defeated* Haahh, I'm dead.

Jesse: *Sighs as watching the scene, rubbing his temples* I have 6 kids..

GUYS IM BACK! I've been on hiatus because of rl reasons but glad to be writing about the boys again.

[lunarsun12]

SunSun Terror

Masterlist

The dad’s decided to take on a vacation (it was Heesung Idea as he wants to bond with his brothers ). The parents dropped their children at Jay house, as he had the most security cameras.

It was peaceful during the afternoon, as there was no fighting. Until Jake accidentally let his dog loose, as he thinks his dog is well behaved. When there was a crash Niki ran to see what has happened, what he saw was a broken ps5 and no Jake in sight.

That when the SunSun brothers came and saw the mess. Automatically blamed Niki without battering an eye to Jake…that when Niki hell has begun.

Will Niki be able to survive?

Niki and Jungwon Private Chat

Niki🕺: Eomma? How long will you come back?

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: It has been a day! You already miss me aw

Niki🕺: I do miss you buttt please come back!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Niki? Did you and Sunoo fought over something again

Niki🕺: No worse it two sunoo’s this time!!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Sunghoon too? That is rare? What have you done that made them mad?

Niki🕺: This is because of that PS5! As someone broke it

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: That new limited edition ps5?

Niki🕺: Yes but it wasn’t me!! Jake dog did it!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Ah I try to get back as soon as possible. Somehow Heesung hyung is sad shopping. Where’s Jay Hyung has been taking selfies…

Niki🕺: What a holiday you are having!! If I die, it was nice seeing you Eomma

The sad Niki, was hiding in his locked room cursing Jake Dog under his breathe. Until he heard footsteps stopping outside his door. Instinctively Niki grabbed a lamp, getting ready to fight.

Jake: Niki? Please open the door! I can explain!

Niki: You traitor! You blamed me for breaking it, knowing I will get killed more than you!

Jake gave a sigh and decided to put a note through the door. As he doesn’t want to alert the two brothers. Niki picked up the notes and read:

‘Keep your stuff safe’

A few hours later…

Yes SunSun got to Niki, let’s say Sunoo volunteered Niki for his makeover session (it never ends well). Where Sunghoon was trying on Niki tap dance shoes. Which he forbids anyone touching it in case someone made a scratch. Jake was standing there, holding his dog glad he wasn’t Niki.

Ever since, Niki ‘broke’ their PS5 they have been glued to him. Each taking turns to ‘guard’ him in case he disappears again. Poor Niki he hasn’t slept in days, as each time he try to fall asleep he kept on having nightmares. Of his hair getting shaved off.

Many days later…

Enhypen Family Chat

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: What do you mean? He ran away!!

Sunoo☀️: Uncle, we were playing with him and today he is nowhere to be seen

Sunghoon❄️: We were nothing but nice to him

Heesung🦌: Jungwonie calm down! Just check Niki tracker!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: I checked and it said he is still in Jay hyung house!!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Jay hyung, if you kids actually traumatised my kid. I will use my kitty power to hurt you

Sunoo☀️: HAHAHAH kitty power sounds cute!

Heesung🦌: Jungwon Kitty Power is not to be messed with. He can literally send someone to hospital

Sunghoon❄️: H-hospital?

Sunghoon❄️: We should tell the truth Sunoo…

Sunoo☀️: Why we need to tell the truth! When we are innocent duh

Jay🦊: I found Niki, he fell asleep in my bedroom. This kid looked like he haven’t slept in days

Sunghoon❄️: That where he went…

Niki🕺: HELP THE BIGGEST EVIL PERSON IS HERE!

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Hey hey I coming right now, tell me everything. Jay hyung you better keep him safe

10 mins later…

Niki told Jungwon everything…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Jay Hyung really? You kids literally terrorised him for 3 days straight. All becuase of that PS5!!

Niki🕺: JAKE NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED

Jake🐶: Shut it Niki! You have no proof!

Sunghoon❄️: Don’t drag Jake into this! It obvious you let the dog run free

Niki🕺: I DON’T CARE! Jake broke it and he blamed it on me!! You can check the CCTV camera

Jake🐶: Appa? Can we go on that holiday you promised me?

[i-sveikata]

Oh GIRRRLLLL

I honestly expected angst but got such soft interactions from this chapter! I mean, yes, Vegas was very filthy in his thoughts but also very sweet? I love him even if he doesn't love himself. Vegas feelings about himself are something we all assumed so no surprises here. It still hurts how badly abused he was and how it all turned him how he is now. Our childhood creates what we are in the future. It's another reason why I'm glad his father is finally dead.

I knew Vegas was in love with Pete. But OMG. His thoughts are so sweet and wholesome. He is so smitten 😂 If he could tell Pete he loves him, he would every hour. The complements!!

It's also nice to really see how he regrets all the hurt he has done to Pete. His confusion in the shower was really worrying. He is scarred as well by this time in the safehouse and will never forget. But I admire his determination to not hurt Pete ever again. Just this shows how much he means to him. I hope Pete's grandmother sees it too 😭

I hoped so bad that the talk would happen in this chapter. But ah, it's okay. I can wait 😩 But I know the conversation is not going to be pleasant. If Pete feels safe enough to sleep side by Vegas it should convince her it's okay?? Right?? 😭

After these few chapters with constant action, danger and sex, it really feels so calm. I loved their conversation about the future. They really needed that. And omg, finally they realized they can just lay together, talk and feel satisfied with it too. Vegas needs to learn he doesn't need to perform all the time to keep Pete's time and attention. And I loved Pete's reassurance that we won't leave. He doesn't want to leave. And that Vegas is more than that.

This chapter left me with this warm feeling. Not counting the dread of the upcoming confrontation 😅

Thank you for this! I loved it so much! 😊❤️

Ohhhhh right I guess I meant more internal angst?? Rather than relationship angst lol the only yikes moment was when Vegas thought they were back in the safe house and freaked Pete out too

Omg but yesss so much softness between them this chap they really are just so relieved that they’re both alive tbh haha yeah Vegas is a mixture of horny and romantic devotion for sure. Ahhh yeah we all saw that coming from the way he already treats himself having no concern for his own life and body his pov is really not all that surprising. Ugh yeah his dad sucks so bad we are very glad that he’s dead

Yesssss as soon as they get the I love yous out Vegas is going to be a totally menace like constantly telling Pete how much he adores him. Pete is going to be low key flustered for the rest of his life hahahah

Oh yeah that moment in the shower was VERY bad for him because Vegas’ low self esteem is already telling him that he’ll never deserve Pete and that he’s going to lose him but Vegas so desperate for his love that he wants to try anyway!!!! Despite!! Despite!!!That promise to himself not to physically hurt Pete again is just another way that Vegas is trying to prove to himself that he might be able to be good. That he can control his worst impulses. That maybe despite everything his father has told him he could somehow get this one thing right for pete. That’s why he freaked out so much about Pete’s wrist. That was his last hope going up in flames before his very eyes!!!

Oh lol the showdown with Pete and his grandmother feat drugged up Vegas is going to be VERY interesting hahah but they are going to find some kind of common ground don’t worry!

Yea was very important that they get the chance to just slow down for a second and be together (even if they had to be physically unable to move around in order to make that happen lol) but yes they are both steadily learning that they’re good for each other in these moments. That they both know how to take care of the other person (and that they understand each other enough that they can recognise when the other is holding on by a thread and needs that support) Whatever this fucked up thing between them is it seems to be working!! Not withstanding having to talk to Pete’s grandma about it hahahah

[breadreads00]

Hi!! This is my first fic, I hope you like it :)

It's half based on my dream

This is SFW fic! Feel free to give me instructions how can I make my fics better <3

Warnings: tickling, swearing

Also excuse my English :/

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Lovejoy was chilling before playing their gig. Wilbur wanted to learn to skateboard so he bought one, four days before the gig, but he was too busy to find time to learn it.

The day of the concert has come. Everyone was stressed if everything would go well and if they would arrive on time, they were afraid that their car would break down like last time. Unfortunately, that's kinda what happened...

"What the fuck is happening?" Wilbur asked with fear in his eyes. Everyone tried to figure out why their car drove off the road, when the driver said: "someone hit our car and we are unable to drive right now, we need to wait" Joe was very disappointed "YOU TOLD US IT WON'T HAPPEN!!!" "Guys, calm down, it's not raining this time, it's not freezing outside, we'll just wait about half an hour for help and go on" Mark tried to reassure his friends.

Everyone got out of the car, and went to the woods. Wilbur had an idea of learning how to skateboard, so he went back to car, grabbed a board and started riding it on the side of the road. "Wilbur, what are you doing??" Said Ash with a big question mark in his voice "I'm learning Ash" "ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD?" "Umm yeah, I'm always too busy to do it but now it's a very good time for that!" Said Wilbur with happiness. "That's very dangerous, what if you fall on the road and car hit you?" "I'll be fine Ash, don't worry".

Wilbur started to skateboard, the whole crew followed to keep an eye on him. Everything was going well until Wil hit a small pebble and landed half on the road. "OH MY GOD" Mark yelled and everyone ran to Wilbur and carried him to the woods beside the road. "I'm fine guys, thank you" Wilbur said, his friends were really scared, because one car was close to hitting Wil. Joe was shaking "You're not doing this ever again Wilbur" "You scared a shit outta us" Ash added. "I'm so sorry..." It was obvious that Will was very sorry, he started to cry. When Joe calmed down a bit, he said "Hey, you're fine, don't cry", Wilbur tried to forgive himself about putting his friends in such a stressful situation. He repeatedly said "I'm sorry guys".

At that moment, Mark told Ash and Joe that he had a plan to make Wilbur feel better. "Hey, Wilbur... WATCH OUT!" Mark shouted when pinning Wilbur's arms to the ground. "What the fuck?!" Wilbur didn't know what was going on. Then Joe and Ash started to lightly scribble at his tummy. "Guhuys what are yohohou doing?" "We are trying to calm you down" Mark said, you can hear joy in his voice. Then Ash and Joe switched to tickling Wilbur's ribs: "HAHAHAH NOHOHOT THE RIHIBS!!!" "Oh, bad spot, good job guys" "SHUHUT UHUP MAHAHARK" his face were bright red.

Mark was proud "Don't stop guys, it seems you're doing it right". "You are tickling everyone whenever you're bored so we can call it payback!" Ash said, his hands slipped to Wilbur's sides: "NOHOHOHOOO AHAHAHSH!" "Aww does it tickle Wilby? Oh it looks like you're enjoying it so much!" "SHUHUT UP ASH ahhHaHAHAHA"

After 15 minutes they saw Wilbur is reaching his limit. They stopped and watched Wilbur trying to catch his breath. "You have a really cute laughter Wil" Driver Dave said with a giggle "Dave?!" "Yeah, we fixed our car, come on get in there" he helped Wilbur up and they all went to the car. For the rest of the way everyone was teasing Wilbur and tickling him just to get a funny reaction from him.

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YEAH I FINISHED IT