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My mother called me out for looking like a bosnian stereotype and i thought of defending myself but it's kind of hard to do that when you are wearing an adidas jacket, have a buzzcut and hold a jogurt preparing to eat homemade krumpiruĹĄa, i think the stereotypes might be true, and this krumpiruĹĄa is making life worth living
#vampire complains#balkan posting#'izgledaĹĄ ko nacrtani bosanac' je toÄnije ĹĄta je rekla al kao#i fer joĹĄ dolje imam one natikaÄe koje nabijem na Äarape đ#onako izgledam da istina je#also the covid migraine sucks fucking ass#i got a new prescription for some med i never had and it helps a bit but nothing touches the bitch#my brain is frying as we speak#the frozen towel trick works but mostly for neck pain#also rich people who usually own adidas and don't inherit it from your 12th cousin do all jackets have secret pocekt in a pocket???#or is my cousin a drug dealer/secret smoaker lmao
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i love my friands :]
#marzi speaks#hi spent all day with highschool dnd group#got to play fortune. none of them suspected a goddamn thing#which was REALLY funny bc they all started shipping me with the totally-not-kmkr npc#(who we already knew was gonna be my love interest thanks dm love u)#and the dm and i just looked at each other like. we were gonna soft launch this. but sure#sooo fortune went to the opera wearing one of the npcâs suits bc heâs Haunted One Broke#nothing has Happened between them yet besides everyone else forcing them together#(which is frying fortuneâs brain. he was meant to be CASUAL about it at first but everyone is in yaoi mode)#but that npc DID almost start changing in front of fortune! however he is a gentleman and Immediately Looked Away#anyways itâs exciting. we just found a dead body in a very danganronpa-esque fashion
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a vamos is something that can be so romantic
#the precious adventure#wonder what my spanish speaking ancestors think of me turning a verb into a noun like that#well. might still be a verb but it does not mean âwe goâ any more in my brain it means like specific hand hold#thank you grand blue for frying my brain
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bro the silly goose and the sly dog are gettin up to some wacky shenanigans
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Politely asking for more black cat reader x kaldhur pls :3 u write them so cute I love their dynamic of flirty and mischievous x serious and blunt
I loved writing kaldurâs part in my black cat hcs!! here ya go
w.c. 491
"This happens every time we have a mission. We get strict orders to partner with someone or be in a certain spot. And if we don't listen we get scolded! So why doesn't Kitty-Cat over here get that same treatment?" Wally throws his arms up, voice raised a pitch in frustration.
Your eyes narrow at him, the claws of your suit presenting themselves, a clear warning to the boy. He looks away sheepishly, he does not want to piss you off.
"Simple. He gets a make out sesh for every order broken," Conner says, clearly as pleased as the rest of his team.
Roy adds his own two cents, humor clear in his voice, "Seems like a fair trade in his book."
Robin doesn't feel like joking about the matter though, "You know that could have screwed us over right?
"But it didn't. Everything went according to plan."
"Everything went according to plan except for Cat! They were supposed to stay with Artemis!â
It was a long argument. You merely stood next to Kaldur the whole time, watching him be scolded by his team while they spoke as if you werenât there. It didnât bother you, you knew they were right. Would that make you change your behavior? No.
"They're right you know. You need to start listening to my orders. We need to take this criticism from the team.â
You hum, "So there's a 'we' now?"
He sighs, "Thatâs all you got from that, huh?"
âYou know me hun, Iâve got my eye on the prize.â
Kaldur stands with his arms crossed, looking lost in thought, âYouâreâŚa distraction. To me.â
âAnd thatâs a bad thing?â
âIt could be. I canât have you around when weâre on missions, it clouds my judgment. I canât be distracted by you. I need to be clear headed in case something serious happens.â
âSooo youâre saying you like me so much you canât have me around? Do my kisses fry your brain completely?â It was meant as an exaggerated tease, but Kaldur took it seriously.
âYes, Cat. Thatâs exactly what Iâm saying.â And maybe he was exaggerating a bit as well.
You hum happily, âSo whereâs that kiss you promised me earlier?â
âWill you behave from now on? Listen to my orders?â You walk so youâre planted right in front of him, hands clasped behind your back, feigning sheepishness.
âAww but whereâs the fun in that?â Your breathy voice speaks louder than the innocent exterior you were trying to fake (you knew he could see right through it).
âIâm serious.â
You exaggerate a huff of frustration, âOkay okay, team leader. No promises, though.â
âThatâs good enough for me,â a pause, and then, âThe team is right, I donât have the best judgment when it comes to you.â
You smile widely, arms winding around his neck, âYou love it though, right?â
He hesitates, holding his breath as your lips inch closer to his,
âYeah.â
#young justice fanfiction#young justice x reader#aqualad x reader#kaldurâahm x reader#kaldur x reader#kaldur fanfic#aqualad fanfiction#aqualad fanfic#black cat!reader & the team#request!
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Asking out the Bachelors (SDV)
x disabled!reader
You presented him with a bouquet. But before he could speak, you interupt. "Now before you say anything!" He looks at you confused. "I want you to know before you make any big decisions that I am disabled. I get around fine enough, I mean, I can handle my farm and all. But some days it's rough. And I won't be able to. I might not have the energy for anything. I really- Really -like you, but I don't want to be hurt down the line because you can't deal with this." You put your heart on the line and awaited his response.
All Bachelor's below the cut
Harvey
⢠Gives you a big ol' hug
⢠Probably cries a little because he is so happy that you asked him out
⢠Hopes you don't notice
⢠You definitely do, but don't say anything because-how cute is he!
⢠The two of you just stay there for a second, because it's not like you can really move when you are trapped in a hug
⢠"Dear, having a disability is no big thing. So you need a little extra support sometimes. I am your man!"
⢠Literally will go to the ends of the Earth to help you when things are acting up
⢠When you go into more detail about it, he knows a lot already! (Duh he is a doctor)
⢠But he will do a lot more research about the specifics once you leave.
⢠He stays in that hug for a really long time before realizing that he never actually accepted your bouquet and becomes a bit of a flustered mess
⢠You think he is adorable
Sam
⢠As much as he likes to think he is sooooo cool, he is so happy that he just gives you a double thumbs up and a dopey grin
⢠He says, "Farmer you don't know how happy this makes me!"
⢠Invites you into his house to talk about things more, and plucks around his guitar while doing so.
⢠He doesn't know crap about disabilities, besides adhd and a few more common ones.
⢠But he is willing to learn!
⢠The two of you actually have a really long heartfelt conversation about it.
⢠Lots of hugs.
⢠Like he cannot get over the fact that you are dating now.
⢠Maybe a makeout session if the mood feels right?
Sebastian
⢠Kinda just stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time
⢠You have no idea what he is thinking, and frankly neither does he.
⢠His brain is frying at the fact that you like him back.
⢠And then he is also panicking at the fact that you think he won't like you because of something you can't change!
⢠Grabs your hands once he snaps out of it, startles both of you
⢠"Yes!" He somewhat shouts, "yes! Yoba, I swear. I care for you and nothing about you will change that."
⢠Proceeds to just hold your hands and blush because OHMYGOSHMYCRUSHLIKESMEANDIJUSTTOLDTHEMILIKETHEMAND-
⢠Later when you talk about your disability more, he recognizes the name from late night internet browsing, and will do whatever he can for you when things get bad.
⢠Like Sam, there is a lot of communication about how he can help because he isn't well informed
Alex
⢠Literally picks you up???
⢠Idk he is weird (it's okay we still love him)
⢠Like holds you bridal style and gives you a big smooch on your cheek
⢠He doesn't care you have a disability
⢠Will do his best to learn how to help!!!
⢠Absolutely will take care of your farm and animals if need be
⢠When he sets you down he gives you an actual kiss
⢠Shows up at your farm the next day after talking to Harvey
⢠He wanted to learn a bit more about helping people with disabilities, now having two important people in his life that have them! (You and George)
⢠The two of you talk about everything
⢠Overall he'd be really good about it once he got going
Shane
If he was sober at the moment
⢠"We all have our problems, and yours is nothing."
⢠"I'm shocked you want to go out with me, but remember, this was your idea!"
⢠Aka, he tried to act all tough but when you look at his face, he is just a softy
⢠He has a slight blush on his face
⢠He is so happy you trusted him enough to tell him your personal business
⢠Won't be perfect by any means at helping when things get hard, but he tries
If he was drunk at the moment
⢠"I'm not dealing with that."
⢠And then he walks away.
⢠Regrets it so much when he sobers up but the damage was done
⢠If you felt that he deserved another chance it wouldn't be for a long time
⢠If you get together later, every time things flare up he just feels so guilty.
Elliott
(Apologies in advance for possibly being out of character. He is the one I know the least about-)
⢠Similar to Alex ngl (kinda?)
⢠He smiles at you, places his hand at the nape of your neck, and then gives you a kiss on the cheek
⢠Let's his head rest on your forehead for a few moments before accepting your bouquet
⢠Gives you a gentle kiss
⢠Will learn all of the things to know about your disability
⢠Makes sure you check in with Harvey about it whenever things get bad
⢠Will make you soup :) he knows it won't 'fix' anything, but he doesn't know when else to do when people aren't feeling good
⢠It's cute
⢠Will gives you cuddles after he accepts the bouquet, and makes sure to talk to you about what you need.
⢠He tells you, "nothing can change the way I feel about you. You are the light of my life." (Or some fancy poetry that idk how to write)
This is the first thing I've written that I've posted, so please lmk if I made a typo or something!!! And let me know if you want me to elaborate on any prompt. Or give me a prompt! I will be posting more, I just have to edit them.
Also I mostly write x reader, which I am down to make weirdly specific. Mostly fluff or hurt/comfort, but I am down for almost anything so if you have any fic you want written, lmk!!! I might not get to it for a while because, life, but we'll see! Hope you had fun reading, sorry for the long outro-
(Thank you to my friend for proofreading if you see this)
(Edited Alex's, thanks for pointing out George is disabled!)
#this is my first post#we need more disabled readers!!!#give me relatable fanfiction!#stardew valley x reader#stardew valley#sebastian#sebastian x reader#sdv harvey#stardew harvey#harvey x reader#stardew sam#sdv shane#stardew shane#sam x reader#sdv elliott#elliott x reader#stardew alex#alex x reader#x reader#sdv#sdv farmer#i dont know what to tag this
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The Sweetest Sylaung
A/N: So I def didnât mean to write a novel long Neteyam smut story but here we are. Debating on making this a mini series. Also the anon that requested a âcurvyâ reader insert- here ya go!(sheâs also an Augustine- buttttt you can only see that if you squint lol)
Word Count: 6k+
Warnings: This is smut. Pure smut. Please donât read if it is not your jam. You are in charge of cultivating your own online experience, youâve been warned!
Pairing: Aged Up! Neteyam x Human!Curvy!Reader
Summary: After an âaccidentalâ romp in the forest, you do your best to avoid Neteyam. Itâs for everyoneâs good, or so youâve convinced yourself.
âIâm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans. Thatâs my manâ- Willow, Taylor Swift
The kaleidoscope of colors explode under your eyes in endless patterns and shapes as you look over the sample of Pandora flora under the heavy duty microscope. This particular piece of the Moons terra had never been discovered before, only blooming at what you estimated to be every ten or so years, under the right monsoon like conditions
At least thatâs what you had discovered so far.
The flower, which sprouted into a berry, and then dissipated into a moss like cluster of microorganisms all within its short life cycle had turned into your passion project. You weâre doing your thesis on it, the last step in getting your Masters.
Youâd gone through schooling on a computer screen, guided by the greatest minds on Earth that had relocated to Pandora. Scientists of all fields who youâd grown up around. None of them had been surprised when youâd picked up botany. Xenobotany to be exact.
It was in your blood.
The desk your at shakes violently- disturbing your precision like focus. Breaking you straight out of your zone.
âUghâ you groan, frustrated, raising your head, eyes narrowing at the culprits.
Spider, Loâak and Kiri freeze like deers in the headlights of your fury. Spiders arm raised, a wad of paper balled up in his hand, aimed to shoot. He lowers it slowly as the weight of your your heavy gaze zeroâs in.
âSorry, cu-â
âI told you guys, if you cant behave to get the fuck outâ You seethe. Your nerves are paper thin anyway. Too much screen time frying your brain something fierce as you focused in on your studies. âIs that not what I said, verbatim?â
âYou need to chill. Youâve been so high strung lately. Come hang out with usâ Loâak suggests smooth and unhelpful. As usual. âWhen was the last time you left the lab?â
You roll your eyes and bite your tongue, trying not to say anything to scalding to the surprisingly sensitive Sully brother. âNo thanks. Iâve gotta focusâ
âMaybe Loâaks rightâ Kiri starts, her face screwing up as she speaks âEywa that sounds wrong. Nevermind, My brother is never right- but you should come hang out with us. Letâs go swimming- the watering hole is over flowing from the stormsâ
The deep sigh through your nose isn't calming, even though you pretend it is. You know they mean well, in the most annoying way. That youâd been buried in books and paperwork in the lab for the past couple months.
Hiding from the outside world within the thick walls of Hellâs Gate.
âCanât. This is important, Kir- but why donât you guys head down there? Its closer to Home Tree and its almost curfew anywayâ two birds, one stone. Its a smart suggestion- but Kiriâs face falls, shoulders sagging and ears lowing. That look had always gotten you-
âI cant today, but maybe tomorrow? The samples are too fresh and I don't want to put them on iceâŚBut I think Max made those Yovo cookie thingsâ Thatâs only half of the truth, but luckily Kiriâs always been understanding.
She grabs your elbow in her long fingers and tugs you along.
The mess hall had seen better days, but the large open space still tends to be the meeting ground for the humans that were allowed to stay and inhabit the moon. With twelve foot tall ceilings and airtight exits and windows that lead out to the Avatar Program training yards. Its a common room of sorts, a place where everyone gathers. For meals, for mismatched Holidays. But mostly for gossip.
I mean, what else is there to do?
Like currently, youâre deeply engrossed in the story that Doctor Martinezâs, Xeno-Zoologist is recounting. All dramatics and dirty intimate details âItâs true, theyâre gonna bring it before Moâat and everythingâ
Heâs talking about Trevino and Eitalâi.
Everyone had heard the whispers, seen the not so subtle signs. The main Radio Tower operator had turned during the resistance, had fought beside Jake and had been allowed to stay on Pandora- better stuck on a foreign planet then thrown in a familiar jail cell. Trevinoâs a cool guy, really.
A cool guy who had been sleeping with a Naâvi woman, apparently. The two had kept it under wraps, really private. No one could pin down how or when it happened,,,but to go to the clanâs Tsahik seeking a mating blessing? Thatâs major.
âYouâre lyingâ you accuse in a gasp as the table breaks into whispers, all wide eyes and shaking heads. âTheyâre going to mate?...How?â
âItâs not like it hasn't happened beforeâ Another scientist chimes in casually. Like itâs a known thing.
Which it kind of is.
Taboo, yes. But not unheard of, more like untalked about.
Humans and the Naâvi of the forest had lived in close quarters since the overthrow of the RDA. Jake, the standing Oloâeyktan, just had a little too much homosapien in him. Yeah, heâd survived the soul transfer and fully inhabited his blue body- but he never quite grew out of his human roots.
It had been hard, lots of politicking and good grace shown on both parts, but somehow, like all biomes in the vast perma green forest, all had learned to live in harmony. Most Omitikaya kept their distance. Very hesitant about the human presence. They had every right to be scared, hostile. Scarred by man and its weapons and its destruction.
Others had been raised in close proximity to Graceâs school. Had become accustomed to the nearly two decade long human presence on Pandora. Curious and accepting.
Youâd heard about interspecies hookups.
Locker room talks that left your ears burning and your heart racing. It usually came from members of the Avatar Program- It tends to set a precedent, when the quote on quote âroyal familyâ of the Omiticaya is a Jarhead and a native woman.
Naâvi are gorgeous, tall and lean but humanoid enough to be familiarâŚyouâre not exactly sure what they see in humans but you know damn well what you guys see in them.
âHow do you think that works? TheâŚphysicality of it all I mean. Trevino doesn't have an Avatar. How do they fuck-â
Youâre not the only one zoning out from the conversation and itâs lewd turn.
You watch Kiri watch Spider and your heart aches for her. What they have is secret, delicate and forbidden. As a woman with high standing in the clan, you knew that her feelings for the boy wouldn't go anywhere. Couldn't.
When they weâre kids, it was cute. Now that they 're both technically adults, it was just plain stupid.
You tell her of the fact, often.
Kiri tells you to stop projecting.
âââ
The Sully Kidâs are always late. Itâs like no matter how hard they try, they cant make curfew. You throw on an Exopack, hurrying them to the fence.
âYeah, yeah okay mom. Take it easyâ Loâak shrugs huffily as you yank hard on his arm. âIâm going, Y/N!â
âNot fast enough you strumbeastâs ass! Youâre gonna get me into trouble, who do you think your dadâs gonna blame when you guys end up back at Home Tree super late again? Norm chewed me out for that shit last time!â You man handle the much taller than you alien.
Kiri and Spider a few leagues in front of you, already at the mouth of the giant fence. Theyâre awkward, not in their usual synched steps. You wonder how much of that conversation earlier had gone to their heads?
Youâre bickering with Loâak, an extremely normal occurrence. He can be a real douche. and had been kind of insufferable lately. You think its nerves about his impending Iknamaya.
So engrossed with getting them on their way home that you don't even notice him until itâs too late.
Neteyam is a skilled hunter, through and through. The youngest in the clan to ever make a kill. Swift and quiet. Beloved.
But around you he feels out of his element. Clunky and awkward, no matter how hard he tries to play it off its like you can see right through him. Its scary and thrilling, sets his stomach alive with butterflies everytime. This is no different.
Showing up to Hellâs Gate to retrieve his siblings was something he had done since he was a child.
Heâd used to bleed hours away playing with them at the scientists fortress, but as he had gotten older and his responsibilities had grown heavier- he had little time for it. Still, when ever his parents would send him out on a one man search party to bring them home, heâd jump at the chance.
At the hope of seeing you.
Youâre arguing with his little brother, trying not to laugh at something he said and Neteyam knows. He knows he shouldn't feel jealous but he just cant help it. Cant help the acidic twist of his insides.
Especially when he chirps out his family's familiar call, letting his presence be known.
And watches that pretty smile fall right off of your face.
âYouâre late, as usualâ His voice has a stern edge. Itâs annoying, the role he has to play. Kiri is a woman grown, Loâak just weeks away from being the same. He doesnt blame them for the way their feathers bristle, almost viscerally.
âAh, big brother you didn't have to come all this way to get usâ Kiri reassures, patting Neteyam on the chest good naturedly. âWe weâre just about to be on our wayâ
Neteyam notices the way you try to look anywhere else but him. It stings because he cant stop looking at you, cant pry his eyes away from your form.
âYou all should start heading back before dad noticesâ Neteyam starts. His father had been busy as of late, harvest season abundant and fruitful this year because of the heavy rain season âIâll catch up, I need to speak with Normâ
âWhat? Dad cant use the coms now, he has to send his messengerâ Loâakâs nose scrunches a little, always questioning. On a normal day it wouldn't affect Neteyam so much, just a normal jab from his snot nosed little brother.
Not today. Not when heâs stretched so thin. Not when you refuse to look at him but are staring at the side of Loâak fat head. It feels wrong, makes his skin heat up to the point that it feels itchy and tight.
âThat's none of your concern. Head back to Home Tree. Nowâ He doesn't normally throw his weight around. But he feels the need to puff up big in front of you âThose are orders. Get out of hereâ
Loâakâs less offended and more surprised. One of his oh so human eyebrows cocks, a sly remark in his throat before he scoffs. âAye, Aye Captain Kiss Ass. Câmon Kiri let's go. See you later Spider, Y/Nâ
He deuces up Spider, gives Y/N a pat on her small shoulder and glares harshly at his brother before he disappears into the thick brush of the jungle.
Kiri wraps her arms around you in a strong hug, muttering about âswimmingâ and âpromisesâ. The small impish smile she shoots Spider gives YOU butterflies so you don't blame the way he swoons, before sheâs off behind her younger brother.
âI can go find Norm for you, bro. I think heâs still out in his Avv, but Max can radio him back inâ Spider is none the wiser. Doesn't notice the heavy tension that simmers on a low bubble. Oblivious, as usual.
âYeah, sureâ Neteyam replies, barely sparing the human boy a glance. Heâd feel bad for it later, when he could form coherent thought. When his brain wasn't on Y/N issued override.
Spider chatters, good natured. He never got to see the Oloâeyktan in training anymore. He missed his homie.
âWell, I should be heading back. You guys have a good rest of your night-â Youâre already turning on your heels when you make the announcement, eager to get back inside. Back behind the safe walls of the lab- far away from Neteyam.
âNoâ
Neteyam who stares at you with all too knowing eyes. He looks straight through you like he can see through your clothes, through your thinly veiled escapism attempts. He reaches out, wraps his long fingers around the top of your arm and tugs you back to him. Gentle, but very firm.
He doesn't have to say it- itâs written all over his face. Not this time. Heâs not going to let you run away from him.
âNetey-â You start in a whine, tugging on his hold. He doesnt relent, if anything his fingers tighten as his eyes narrow. Dangerous, desperate.
âJust talk to meâ itâs a barely concealed plea, his tail twitches anxiously behind him âI'm just asking for five minutes. Please Y/Nâ
Spiders oblivious, yes. Stupid? No. He doesnt know exactly what's going on between the two of you but has clued into the fact that itâs heavy and he wants no part of it.
The excuse he makes is shit- heâll just go find Norm. Yeah⌠heâs so out of there.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You hiss as you watch Spiders awkward, quick retreating form. Eyes flickering over the empty for now training yards âSo much for keeping it lowkey, huh? Could you be anymore obvious?â
âWhatâs wrong with me?â Neteyam is almost shaking with disbelief âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? You havent talked to me in over a month. Everytime I make any kind of attempt you bolt. I dont-â He sighs, pinching the wide bridge of his nose with the hand that isnt holding onto you.
He looks tortured. Tired. Run a little ragged.
Beautiful.
âI don't know what I did? If this is about that day in the forest-â
You sigh at his words, once again pulling on his hold. Shaking your head desperately because you can't.
You can't talk about it. Fuck, youâve been trying not to even think about it.
And failing as you replay the event over and over again the darkness of your bunk. Hyper fixating on the way that his lips had felt against yours. Oh the way that his big hands had worked your body over
âDonâtâ you whisper âPlease donâtâ
Youâd never been one to beg for pity, for mercy but thatâs what you do now. Beg him to let you out of his tight clutches. Metaphorically and physically.
âYouâre all I can think aboutâ It's a gutted admittance, but Neteyam makes it all the same âThat night- I canât sleep. I can barely eat- Iâm falling behind on my duties because I keep coming back here. Standing outside this fence and waiting for you. I know you could hear me over the coms, right?â
And you could, a few weeks or so ago.
When heâd begged you to come out. To come speak to him. His voice so appealing that youâd almost caved. Youâd had to turn off your receiver. Had sat with your head in your hands for hours as you fought the urge to crawl to him, knees raw and your bloody heart on a platter only he could divulge in.
He shuffles closer, all lean strong muscle. Firm, unmovable. âYou heard meâ
âOf course I didâ
âAnd you still left me out hereâ He scoffs, head shaking slightly as his adams apple bobs, his ears are pinned to the sides of his head in obvious distress âI could never do that shit to you.â
âOne of us needs to be the adult in this situationâ Your voice is as strong as you can make it. Trying to speak reason on to both of you âWe can pretend it never happened and go back to the way that things were before. Youâre my friend, Teyâ
You reach up, stroking at his wrist. Trying to soften him enough for him to let this go. Let you go.
Heâs trying to control his breathing, all that training for all of those years for what? One fragile human girl to make him completely unspool? To lose any and all composure heâd worked so hard to gain.
He was always the adult, in all situations. Had been born with a neck cramping crown on his head. Shrouded in pressurized glory.
âIf this is me being childish, so be it. Where has pretending gotten you, huh? Look at you, yawntutsyĂŹp. you look so tired. When was the last time you slept? Kiri says you spend days in the lab without restingâ
His hands, both of them, come up to cup your face. Huge and calloused. Yet he holds you like you're something precious. A small animal, a rare gem. His whole entire world since he was just a boy.
Neteyam thumbs at the cool glass of your mask, tenderly. The bags under your eyes are sunken and bruised. âDonât shut me outâ
Your body, in its entirety, clenches at his words. Velvet and sincere. Heâs a fucking dream. Your head leans into his hands, neck sagging of its own accord as any and all words of protest leave your weak mind.
He makes you so easy.
âLet me inâŚI dont want there to be this distance between us anymoreâ He hisses around the word distance. Hating even having to say it âI want to be inside of you againâ
Your plump lower lip gets skewered between your teeth, eyes screwed shut as you remember the last time. Your first ever time being fullâŚyouâd dreamt of it every night since it had happened.
If it wasn't for the blasted mask and your need for Earthâs oxygen heâd kiss you. Right here right now. He didn't really give a shit who saw or what they had to say.
Instead pulls you into his chest, lets you wind your arms around his lean middle and bury your chest in his diaphragm. Its as close as he can get you, for now. Makes you cling to him the way that heâd clung to every thought of you for the last weeks.
You wish it was lungfuls of his skin that you were taking as you try to bring yourself down from this abrupt shaky high. You dont get it, how your relationship couldve flipped this hard in such a short time.
He had always just been Neteyam. A shameless flirt yes- but thatâs all it was.
âWould you like that?â He questions, hands working through your hair. Fingers light and soothing on your scalp. Massaging the thoughts right out of your head.
âHmm?â
âIf I was inside you again?â He presses on. You can feel the tickle of his long, thin, tail as it wraps around the back of your calf and you groan, digging your nails into his back.
âYouâre such an asshole. Stoppppp itâ Youâre embarrassed and turned on and already feel stupid enough, he doesn't need to rub it in. His chest shakes as he chuckles.
âIâm serious. Tell me you want it-â
âNeteyam! Hey!â
The two of you break apart in an instant. You jump away from him as though struck by lightning. Instantly putting enough distance between you and the Naâvi that maybe, just maybe an onlooker might think that the embrace was friendly.
Itâs Norm, having heard that the eldest Sully was looking for him heâd come eagerly.
The smile you plaster on is forced and honestly, Neteyam doesnt fair any better. Heâs obviously flustered, just glad that his erection isn't tenting his tweng.
âSpider told me you and your dad are looking for me. Iâm not intruding on uh anything, am I?â Norm looks between the two of you.
Your arms are folded tightly over your chest and Neteyam is rubbing at the back of his neck, strong jaw flexing as his teeth grind.
Oh yeah, Norm had definitely interrupted something.
Knows for sure as you scurry away. As Neteyam, always so level headed, has to string together words. Stumbling a little bit as he tries to remember the message that Jake had relayed.
Itâs not any of his business, he thinks at the time. He sure didnt want to be the one to shine the light on whatever the hell was going on here. Turning a blind eye to the mysteries of Pandora is the only way to survive the harshest terrain known to man.
âââ
You dont know that though-
No, youâre spiraling more a little bit as you prepare yourself for bed. Brushing through your thick hair and staring out into space as your mind assaults you with all of the gnarly âWhat Ifâsâ
Norm had seen and he had to know right? Oh god, what if he told Jake?
You balk. Lowering the brush as your eyes bulge out of your head.
What if he told Neytiri?
That's actually a super horrific thought. Like nightmarish. You have a lot of respect for the future Tsahik...
âŚAnd a very healthy does of fear. She didnt like humans and made it known. She tolerated them only for her husband's benefit. What if she found out that her eldest son, her golden boy, had fucked one?
Youâre freak out is interrupted by static, by the beeping of your com receiver on your night stand.
âY/N?â its Neteyams muffled voice through the device. Youâd ignored it once. You should ignore it againâŚ
âYeah?â you wonder if he picks up on how shaky you sound through the receiver.
âTomorrow night meet me at the East Gate. Like when we weâre kidsâ heâs not really asking. Not demanding either. You could ignore him again, but he has to try.
The line goes silent, quiet for minutes on end.
âY/N?â
Youâre so stupid. âWhat time?â
You can hear the grin heâs sporting as he replies â0100â
âGot it, over. Good night, Neteyam. Go to sleepâ
âââ
The East Bay is on the other side of the large fortress-like building. It's not that it's forbidden, or anything. but it is deserted. Itâs where the military personnel had inhabited, and since most if not all of them had gotten the hard boot off Pandora it was empty as a ghost town in these maze like halls.
When you weâre younger; youâd caught Spider sneaking Kiri and Loâak in through the rarely used entrance. Youâd demanded the know how, if he didnt want you to rat on him for it. It was a rare occurrence, but the Sully children had all been snuck into Hellâs Gate this way over the years.
You type in the codes, disabling the alarm system in order to usher Neteyam into the pressurized, air lock. Youâd toted one of the Avatar Exopacks along for him, theyâre heavier then hell but heâd need it.
âHiâ you smile, suddenly shy as the tall Naâvi man stands before you.
That's what he was now. A man, not only in the eyes of his people but as a whole. Broad and muscular, strong. Verile. The next leader of his people. You know that heâs highly desired in his clan. Women fawn over him. Vie for his attention.
It doesnt feel real that he wants to give it to you.
Youâre nothing special. Not tall and stunning like the Omaticaya women. Even by Earthâs standards you're short, curvy. Not particularly pretty. Insecurity gnaws at you, as it so often does.
âCâmereâ Neteyam urges, boldly yanking you by your waist. Pulling you flush against his body. Grabby and insistent, he wants to feel your bare skin. All plush and soft, hes been dying to taste it since the last time.
Kicking himself over and over for not savoring every bit of your body that you gave to him. He won't make the same mistake again.
Heâs not gonna lie, the concrete and metal of the walls inside of Hellâs Gate have always made him a little claustrophobic. But he can't do this outside-
His lips capture yours, demanding and needy from the jump. Big, over powering, he swallows your little chirp of surprise. Devours any and all breath from your lungs. Its messy and so good. You hadn't gotten to kiss him last time.
His mouth tastes amazing, his tongue rough in texture just like you remembered. It grates your lips as you suck on it-
âHey, slow down a little bitâ You giggle as Neteyam paws at your ass, lifting you off the ground until you squirm hard, making him release you âNot here, we can't do this here thereâs cameras everywhereâ
âI don't careâ Neteyam pecks all over your face, trying to recapture your mouth as you avoid him âLet them watch, most of those pervs would like itâ
And they would know that youâre his. The thought is beyond heady.
You gasp as his sharp canines ghost over the delicate skin of your neck, nibbling on your pulse point âPlease- Neteyamâ
You firmly push him away, hand on his chest and maybe if you hadn't cut him off cold turkey he would've given you space. Could've pulled away for a moment to let you say your piece. Instead the idea of letting you pull away even an inch is unbearable to him.
No. instead he tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He hauls loads heavier then you every day, your protests mean little to him. With his free hand he scoops up the Avv Exo Tank,
âWhere to, yawntutsyĂŹp?â
Where too is an old conference room. Its as good as any, and Neteyam yanks a couple cushions off the old couch to act as a brace for your head as he lowers you to the floor, flat on your back.
Youâre so pretty like this, he tells you of the fact.
With your hair a mess behind you, your face free of that damned mask. Grinning up at him as you rub your thighs together. He wishes he had that camera that his dad liked to take pictures on. He wants this moment of you framed, immortalized.
âI hate sky people clothesâ He mutters as he tugs on the hem of your t-shirt. It hides you, hides all that skin he craves.
âYou want me to take it off?â You offer eagerly, raising up enough to start peeling the piece of clothing off. Youâre bare underneath, completely. Your breasts jiggle as theyâre freed, nipples peaked in the cool air-conditioned air.
âDonât ever put it on againâ He demands, taking it from your hands and tossing it across the room. Heâs dead serious, but by the way you're giggling you obviously think its a joke.
He canât help it, he dives in face first. Rubbing against your soft breasts, obsessed with the way they feel. Heavy, pillowy. He drags his tongue across all of your bare skin. From your clavicle to your nipple. You always smell so pretty, but its got nothing on the way you taste. It explodes bright and savory on his tastebuds.
You let him explore, until your spit soaked and shaking. Your panties sticky as your hips search for any kind of friction. âI need youâ
âYou have me, my love. All of meâ your eyes water at his words. At the sincerity. At how much you want them to be true.
You grab one of his hands and drag it down your chest. Past your soft, rounded belly and into your shorts. He grunts as you guide him to where youâre wet and pulsing. Rythmetically clenching around nothing.
He circles your clit, feather light. More of a tease then anything and you want to sob. Youâd thought of nothing but this, touched yourself imagining him. âTey-â
He smiles around a mouthful of nipple,tugging on with his teeth. âI missed you so muchâ
âThen be nice to meâ you plead, trying to shove yourself down on his fingers.
âWeâre being nice now? Were you nice to me when you ignored me?â he can't help it, hurt bleeds into his voice. It had been so fucking painful, knowing that you hadnt wanted to see him. To be with him.
âIâm sorryâ you whine, grabbing his face, pulling it from your bosom. âIâm so sorry. I was so scared- Iâm still scared but I need youâ
He lets you cup his cheeks, lets you plant kisses all over him. The bridge of his nose, his eyelids, his cheekbones. You dote on him, gentle and caring and he gorges himself on your love.
âYou cant ever do that again, okay?â He shivers as you kiss his ear, running your tongue along the hyper sensitive flesh âIf youâre scared you come to me, not run from me. Do you understand?â
You nod, eager. âI promise, Neteyamâ
Itâs all he needs to hear, that youâre his. That you won't deprive him of your presence ever again. He doesn't know what heâll do. Heâs a little scared of the man he becomes when it comes to you, youâre not the only one frightened by the gravity of your feelings.
âYou asked if I wanted you inside me again? Yes. So much. I never knew I could be that fullâ itâs like you know just what to say. You light him up from the inside. His fingers begin circling your sopping clit again, this time with intent.
Itâs blurry, the fact that your lightheaded making it hard to think. To track what heâs doing to you because somehow Neteyam seems to be everywhere at once. His big body all encompassing as he takes you.
âNo-no marks, babyâ You try to remind him and his blazing eyes zero in on you in a glare âyou know we cantâŚnot where they can seeâ
Youâre right, and he hates it. Heâll just have to mark you where only you can see. Where you can look at your self and be reminded that you belong to someone. That you belong to him.
He doesn't have the patience, cant stop his hands from shaking- the tear of your shorts and panties echos around the room as he removes any barriers between him and the heat at the apex of your thighs.
You cant help the thrill it sends down your spine. HeâdâŚripped your panties off. You thought shit like this only existed in bad Earth made Porn that youâd found on one of the labs computers.
âSorry, sorryâ his apology is far from sincere though and you can't help but giggle, patting his braids fondly.
The fingerfucking is rough, your wines and moans spilling from you as he hits spots inside of you that make you want to curl up. Itâs too good. Too much-
You screech, back bowing as he bends to kiss you, loud and sloppy, right on your wet clit. His big head burrows between your thigs as he delves on your cunt, his long rough textured tongue lapping at the fat puffy lips. The texture difference has both of you groaning.
Itâs heartbreakingly good, the kind of good that youâll never be able to forget. That youâll crave and need for the rest of your life. Addictive, as he dedicates himself to making you feel pleasure.
Neteyam eats pussy the same way he does everything else in his life, exceeding any expectations. His instincts sharp as he hones in on how to make you lose your mind.
He keeps telling you how good you taste, breaking away for heaving breaths before he reburries himself. The only sounds in the room are the beyond wet sloshing of his tongue lashing and the pathetic noises your making.
Heâs eating you alive, you donât know how youâre supposed to survive this.
His fingers, two and then three fuck in and out of you. Corkscrewing as he loosens your tightness up for him.
âO-oohâ you whine high and reedy as you feel your tummy tightening, the pressure building in a way that makes you feel like you cant breathe. You cant your hips, shoving them down at that perfect angle âOh, sh-shhhhit. Iâm gonna, Iâm-â
He doubles down and youâre a goner.
The orgasm is devastating. Sofuckinggood you think you might see stars for a minute there. You can't even scream, you keep letting out these little cries that are more like wheezes. A desprate attempt to get some kind of air back in your lungs-
Which reminds you.
Even though youâre in a daze you wiggle away from him, he hisses at you about it but you swat the top of his head as you reach for the Exo Pack.
You shove the mask in his face, between your legs.
âBreathe, Neteyamâ you demand him to gulp down the Pandoran air. Yeah, he could go longer in your environment than you in his but still. Death by giving head isnât the way youâd like him to go out.
He takes long breaths and you try not to be embarrassed by how soaked his chin is.
When he pulls away his eyes are a little more focused âThank you, sweet girl. Always thinking about me, huh?â
You nod, dropping the mask. Closer this time for easier access. His eyes quickly zero back in on your swollen pussy, on how wet he got you. On how pretty it looks. His mouth is watering all over again-
When you try to close your thighs, the burning of your cheeks getting to be too much he hisses again. Itâs not a sound he often makes and itâs a revelation, heâs so sexy. Almost feral.
âWho said Iâm done?â
Youâre never going to be able to get over this man âI already came?...â
âYes? So?â he rolls his eyes, lowering his head, nuzzling at the damp juncture of your inner thigh âYouâre still so tight, here feelâ
His fingers slip back in you and you mewl, baring down as he scissors the long digits.
âWe have to get you loose enough to take me, I donât want to hurt youâ He explains it like you need convincing. Like he has to convince you to let him eat you out. You just re-spread your thighs, relaxing back onto the cool floor as you let him do as he pleases.
It takes two more orgasms that you scream and shake through until he deems that youâre ready. By the time that he begins to slide his cock into you youâre a blubbering, oversensitive mess. Youâre crying rivers of tears as you cling to him.
âHold my hand? Please â You request and he smiles, kissing your tear streaked cheek as he interlaces his longer fingers with yours.
Humans and Naâvi can fuck, but weârnt designed to. His dick is overwhelimgly big and will really injure you if the two of you aren't careful about this.
You both gasp sharply as his tip breaches you.
It hurts, itâs agonizing. Itâs the kind of pleasure pain that you didnt even know could exist. Everytime you think you can adjust, he pushes in another inch. But oh, how you missed it. Being so full it feels like youâre going to burst. Youâre pussy flutters as it fights to take him and you focus in on his face.
Itâs all scrunched up in heavy concentration. His lips speared between his sharp teeth in a way that has them almost bleeding.
You can't have that. You tug him into a kiss, soothing the abused flesh with your tongue.
âI-I dont want to hurt youâ He whimpers as his forehead rests against yours.
âItâs okay, youâre okayâ You hum to him, grasping at his hand even tighter âI love what you do to me. I love how you feelâ
When he bottoms out you think he must be in your ribs. Hes still, letting your body get used to him. Trying to be kind. You want to tell him that thereâs no getting used to his size. That he could fuck you every day for the rest of your lives and he would still feel just as massive.
âPleaseâ you wail instead âpleaseâ
The first gentle snap of his pelvis has you both reeling. Your thighs lock around his thin hips, urging him. You can take it. It only takes a little urging for him to lose himself. The harsh stretch of it has you shaking as your over sensitive pussy tightens. Youâre coming again, less intense the the previous orgasms, thankfully.
Neteyam had been so focused on making you feel good that heâd neglected his hard, weeping cock. His balls are so full that he knows heâs not going to be able to draw this out.
You know you have to look stupid, mouth hanging open as you raggedly gasp for breath, letting out punched out sounds as Neteyam pounds into you. You cant look away from his face though.
Itâs mesmerizing, all of it. The sounds he lets out. The way that his braids sway with the rhythm of his pleasure seeking body. His broad shoulders, bulging biceps and forearms- you are so fucked.
Youâre so in love.
âPlease Y/Nâ He wheezes as you squeeze around him, letting go of your hand so he can wrap both of his arms around your lower back ��I canât hold it. W-where should I?â
Oh. Oh, heâs the sweetest man. He always has been.
You peck his lips, not minding that heâs too lost in his own pleasure to really kiss you back
âCome inside me. Come inside me. Come inside meâ itâs a heated chant, broken and breathy by the erratic rhythm of his hips and he buries his head in your neck, wailing in the skin there.
Just for a moment, lost in the haze of sex, you can tell he forgets his own strength. Thrusts into you so hard that you scream out in pain, the mushroom tip of his long cock batters your cervix relentlessly. Its a sharp, startling sensation that youâve never known but you ride it out for him. Desperately trying to keep your whimpers of discomfort at bay.
When he comes, his whole body goes still and ram rod straight. He hugs you tightly to him. You wish you could see his face. Next time, hopefully.
Heâs Neteyam, the mighty warrior. The dutiful son. The next clan leader but as he shakes and twitches and basks in the afterglow you can't help but want to baby him. But stroke his back softly, rubbing the residual tension out of his tired muscles.
Heâs your big olâ pussy cat, youâd always teased. He purrs like one every time youâre affectionate with him.
You canât help but run your hands along his sensitive spine. Let the length of his tail run through the loop of your fingers. He grins and flicks it from side to side. Heâd always thought your fascination with it was amusing.
âAre you okay?â he mutters, still hidden in your hair as he starts to come back to himself and you hum, moving up to pat his braids.
âMmhmmâ youâre maybe not as capable of making words as you though you were. He chuckles and hugs you. Holds you in his big arms in a way that makes you feel untouchable.
The two of you lie in that room for as long as you can, until he has to start heading back to Home Tree, itâs almost morning and his parents are early risers. Theyâll look for him if hes not in his tentâŚ
It's hard. Letting him go. Even though you know heâll be back. You keep pulling him back in for kisses, holding onto his muscular arms until he laughs and peels you off of him.
âIâll be back my love. Iâll always return for youâ
You frown but agree, pushing him away to get re-dressed- âHow am I supposed to go back like this! Neteyam I don't have any pants!â
Heâd shredded your shorts and panties. Literal tatters of cloth are all thatâs left.
Neteyam cracks up, almost keeling over. Thinking heâs oh so funny. It lightens the situation and makes letting him go- watching him disappear back in the forest a little easier.
You end up having to pull your fortunately oversized t-shirt down as far as it can go as you make a mad dash across the facility, back to your dorm. You fall asleep grinning, thinking about how the panties had been a necessary sacrifice.
âââ
Norms on late night watch, keeping a bored, admittedly not sharp enough eye on the security cameraâs feeds. With the rainy season, came an influx of Slinthsâ. It made sense to have a lookout, and somehow heâd gotten saddled with an overnight shift.
Heâd definitely fallen asleep for a few hours. Not that heâd tell anyone of that fact.
There is nothing that could prepare him for what he seeâs on the screen, over in the desolate East Bay. First, he thinks that heâs hallucinating, his sleep bogged eyes playing tricks on him.
He rubs them hard with his knuckles, not believing the image that is large and clear on the security footage.
Itâs Neteyam. Inside the facility which almost never happened. And heâs bending down, his lips locked with Y/Nâs . Kissing her hard and long before she punchâs in the code, and opens the air locked door to let him back out into the shadowy eclipse.
Normâs learned a lot living on this strange moon- Pandora was mysterious. Full of things his brilliant mind would never understand. So he does what he doesâ most of the time.
Minds his own business.
So Iâve had this idea cooking for months, but didnât have the bandwidth to get it written down. The ideas wouldnât translate to page and I still kind of feel like they didnât butttttt whatever. This is pure self indulgence. I am so much more in love with Neteyam now. He is SUCH a good guy. Ugh.
Also, please remember that my requests are OPEN! Send in all that good shit. Come blue alien brain rot with me!
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contains: bf!ot7 x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! very very clingy enha, just like we all like, let me know if i should add something though! | wc: 2,6k
authorâs note: iâve seen so many posts about enha and hugs so i decided not to post it, but tbh i kinda like it so hope youâll do too!
Lee Heeseung | ě´íŹěš
âś cuddling *ŕłŕź
something about heeseung screams to me
âiâm comfy, come here letâs cuddle đĽ°â
ESPECIALLY since not a long time ago, jake said heâs like a teddy bear
and i couldnât agree more
look at him
if you donât agree go find some brains đĽą
âBabeâŚâ Heeseung whined, dragging out the last syllable. âIâm cold without you,â he said more quietly now that you threw him a daring glare across the room.
âPlease be patient, Hee. Once Iâm finished with this Iâm all yours,â you said, focusing on the screen of your computer.
You heard a long sigh behind you and couldnât help but smile.
âNever thought itâs possible to miss your partner when theyâre on the other side of the room. I guess thatâs possible only if theyâre a complete workaholic and donât mind neglecting their lovely boyfriend,â he mumbled, curling into a small ball, a blanket covering his whole body, except his face.
âAre you done whining?â you asked, laughing at his dramatic reaction.
âAre you done neglecting me?â He faced you.
âYes, can you let me under the blanket now?â
Your words made his face brighten and the next thing you knew was him pulling you into his warm embrace.
âWould be nice to be able to breathe, you know?â you spoke, voice muffled by the fabrics of his hoodie and blanket combined.
âHuh? Canât hear you,â he said in a serious tone, uncovering your face and cupping it with his hands. âYou have to either speak louder or not cover your mouth.â
His sarcastic tone made you close your eyes in fury, but it disappeared the moment he placed a few feather-like pecks on your forehead and eyelids. Pulling away he noticed your dreamy smile and closed eyes in serenity. Feeling his lips leaving your skin, you pouted, pointing to your lips.
âYou forgot something.â
Without wasting any second he leaned in to plant a soft kiss, bringing you closer with every movement of his lips against yours. His arms around your form tightened their grip, leaving no space for a grain of sand between you, just like both of you liked it the most.
Park Jongseong | ë°ě˘
ěą
âś long hugs *ŕłŕź
okay this might be unexpected
but cmon heâs a softie
a little longer hug makes him melt
would bury his face in the crook of your neck
and be happy for the rest of his day đ
You peacefully started preparing breakfast when you heard pretty heavy and probably sleepy footsteps. You turned around and saw him, walking to the kitchen island with half-opened eyes. You smiled at the endearing view.
Taking a chance of him not beating fully conscious, you spoke in a baby voice: âGood morning. How did my baby sleep?â
He looked at you confused but proceeded to answer, matching your tone. âGood, but I missed my personal heater.â He squinted his eyes, referring to you leaving bed before him.
âSorry, I wanted to treat you to some breakfast.â You turned around to continue cooking, now pouring pancake batter on the frying pan.
âBut itâs always me who prepares breakfast,â he said with a hint of whine in his voice.
âExactly. Itâs my turn,â you said and threatened him with a spatula, waving it in front of him. He chuckled and lazily rubbed his eyes for clearer vision.
Soon you felt how his arms wrapped around your waist, stroking your sides with his fingers. His nose poked your neck, feeling tickles every time the air he breathed out hit your skin. You turned around to feel his warmth better and snaked your arms around his shoulders. He hummed in satisfaction of the closeness between you two and smiled dreamily.
âI could stay like this forever, yâknow?â he murmured against your skin.
âMe too, but you need to let me go now, the pancakes are gonna burn.â Instead of loosening his grip around you, he tightened it. âJay, at least turn off the stove,â you chuckled at his usual morning clinginess. His right hand reached to do as you said and quickly moved back to your waist.
âPancakes can wait.â
Sim Jaeyun | ěŹěŹě¤
âś âdonât goâ hugs *ŕłŕź
heâs kinda like jay
but MORE you know what iâm saying?
the moment you hug him thereâs no going back
doesnât matter if you have to leave for work or go back to cooking
you 𫵠are not going anywhere đ
You ran around your apartment while Jake watched you calmly, sipping on his morning coffee every once in a while.
âIt would be quite nice if you helped me a little. You see Iâm in a hurry,â you huffed, packing your stuff into your tote bag.
âThat would mean you will leave earlier. Which also leads to me missing you earlier. And spending less time with you andâŚâ he started counting all the cons of helping you.
âOkay, okay, I get it, you canât live without me, I know,â you interrupted him. âBut youâll see me in a while,â
He rolled his eyes. âIn a while? Meaning after your job so in like 9 to 10 hours, depending on the traffic.â
âYou could also just pick me up after Iâm done dealing with those pricks.â You sent him a pleading look.
âWeird way to call your clients. Iâll think about it,â Jake said and stood up from his seat and engulfed your body, trying his best not to rumple your shirt. âDid you eat your breakfast?â
âNo,â you said honestly, laying your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.
âWell, did you at least pack some lunch?â
âI didnât have time to prepare one.â You bit your lips at the thought of having to waste your time on break.
âThankfully, your amazing boyfriend prepared you one, while you were maniacally looking for your ID. I donât understand why you canât just keep it in one place,â he said, continuously patting your back.
You faced him and pecked his lips quickly. âYouâre the best.â
You tried to break free from his arms but the more you tried the more he didnât want to let go. âJake,â you said in a warning tone.
âDonât go,â he mumbled and buried his face in the crook of your neck. âYou still have a minute or two.â
âWhat should I do with you?â You shook your head in disbelief and just melted in his touch.
Park Sunghoon | ë°ěąí
âś coat hugs *ŕłŕź
okay, listen
sunghoon + cold days >>>
our ice prince just fits winter so perfectly
but seeing you freezing makes him just want to squeeze it away from you
thatâs why he covers you with his coat and ugh it would be so warm :((
You waited at the train station, shaking slightly as the acute wind hit your body. Sunghoonâs train was a bit late, which he warned you about. Still, you being you, were there 10 minutes too early, since you couldnât stand being late.
You heard a faint sound of a notification. âOne more station, hope you dressed warmly.â You could already sense the scolding you were going to listen to once he sees you. Sunghoon knew very well of your habit of dressing not according to the weather, though without his help you werenât able to choose how warmly you should dress. You tried to text him back, but your fingers were already frozen and you couldnât aim to the right buttons.
Thankfully his train soon arrived at the station and once the passengers started to get off, you tried to spot your boyfriend. Squinting your eyes you spotted his tall silhouette, along with his displeased expression.
He walked to your shaking body and nodded slightly. âNow I see why you didnât reply to me.â
âWell, hello to you too,â you scoffed at his comment. Without saying a word he unbuttoned his coat and engulfed you in his arms. You nestled up to him and wrapped your arms under his coat.
âHello, sweetheart,â he said against your hair, and you felt how blood rushed to your cheeks. âAre you at least a little more warm now?â he asked and felt your nod in response. âDo you want to go now?â You shook your head. âIs this how weâre going to communicate now?â he chuckled and laughed when he felt another nod from you.
You raised your head from his chest to face him. Climbing on your toes you placed a cold and delicate kiss on his lips. You wanted to cup his cheeks but just when your hands touched his skin he hissed at the freezing feeling.
âSorry!â you said in guilt and removed your hands quickly. You frowned as he took both of your palms in his and placed them on both sides of his neck. âItâs okay, I donât want you to be cold,â you said, feeling how your heart melted at his gesture.
âOnce youâre a little bit more warm I might treat you to some hot chocolate, so choose wisely.â Just as he expected, you stayed in his arms, warming up against his warm body.
Kim Sunoo | ęšě ě°
âś âi missed youâ hugs *ŕłŕź
tbh i donât see him as much of a hug guy
BUT âď¸
just IMAGINE him running all excited after not seeing him for a while
all smiley and happy
once youâre in his arms he doesnât let go because he misses you so much </33
Anticipation flooded your whole body as you waited in one of the dressing rooms in the venue. It was their last concert before comeback promotions and coming back to Korea, after weeks spent in the States. Just yesterday you called him and spent a solid two hours telling each other how you missed one another. What he didnât know was that as you were talking you were about to board your plane to surprise him.
The last stage of an encore was finished and all the staff members who kept your company ran to collect their mics and in-ear monitors. Your heart started to beat faster as the familiar voices were louder and clearer. The door suddenly opened and you saw Jake, who was just as surprised as you were. His expression changed, giving you a very telling look, and backed off.
âSunoo, somebody is waiting for you!â You heard him say and within seconds your boyfriend peeked into the dressing room curiously.
His eyes widened as his lips parted in shock, which soon was replaced by his endearing smile. Without a second thought he slowly wrapped his arms around your form, still in a big shock to see you there.
âY/nie,â he finally said. âWhat⌠what are you doing here?â
âI just couldnât wait another day without seeing you,â you whispered with closed eyes in bliss of the smell of his perfume and his warm touch. How you missed the feeling of having him so close. âAre you surprised? You didnât suspect anything?â
âNot at all!â he exclaimed, excitement painting on his face. âWhen did you arrive?â
âLike, three hours ago.â You pulled away slightly to take a look at your watch. He pulled you back into his hug and placed his head on your shoulder.
âI missed you,â Sunoo confessed, not breaking the hug.
âI know, but I missed you more.â
Yang Jungwon | Â ěě ě
âś âiâm proud of youâ hugs *ŕłŕź
yes, jungwon and the âiâm proud of youâ agenda continues đ
in my defense,, heâs an aquarius and as an aquarian myself
i know the pattern, trust me
he might be pretty tough to others but to his close ones? Softie with capital SSS
heâs proud of your every accomplishment even those trivial ones like ordering a takeout đ
(plus itâs another opportunity to hug you)
Jungwon peeked into your study room, for the nth time this evening, hoping to see you finally away from your computer. But once again he was disappointed with the view of you staring at the screen, writing the report maniacally.
âLove?â he started but you held your palm straight in front of him, eyes not leaving the document.
âPlease, donât. Iâm almost done but I need to focus fully.â You said almost incoherently, trying to maintain calm.
He slowly nodded, leaving the room quietly.
To say that he was worried is not enough. He was just as stressed and nervous as you were. Seeing you in distress was probably the worst, but he believed in you. He knew you were going to accomplish everything you do, no matter how little time you have. Though he wished there was a way he could help you.
He walked his way to the kitchen and prepared your favourite tea along with some fruits for you to eat once youâre finished. Which you did, not long after you told him to leave.
His face brightened up at the view of you stretching your arms up cutely in the middle of the living room.
âAll finished?â he asked.
âYes,â you nodded and munched on the piece of the fruit he held in front of you. âThank you, Won, and Iâm sorry if I was rude. That report really drained me and I didnât want to lash out at you.â
âYou didnât,â he said calmly and cupped your cheeks. You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. âIâm so proud of you, Y/nie.â He swung your bodies to the sides, as his hand patted your head lightly. Your phone rang with a notification and you quickly checked out to see your bossâs compliment.
âI knew I could trust you with this, as always quick and effective.â You read the message out loud and smiled confidently.
âThatâs my baby.â
Nishimura Riki | 輿ćĺ
âś height difference hugs *ŕłŕź
as much as he would want to be viewed as a tsundere bf
heâs not babe, we all know that
he finds you the cutest, no matter if youâre younger, older
what gets him the most? height difference obviously đ
seeing that just makes him want to pat your head and stuff
so to keep his image he just pulls you in a hug
âRiki!â Your voice reached his ears. He slowly turned around on your sofa, to face your annoyed state.
âYes, my lovely Y/nie?â He asked sweetly, pretending to be oblivious. Just as he expected, you pointed to one of the shelves in your kitchen, well, more precisely to the highest shelf. Seeing that he slowly got up and made his way towards your fuming with anger expression, that he found nothing but cute.
âI swear to God, if you donât stop putting those on the top shelfâŚâ you started but he interrupted you.
âWoah, woah!â His eyebrow raised and he held his palms in front of you. âDo you know that threats are punishable?â He asked seriously, proceeding to put his hand on his chest.
Rolling your eyes you grounded out: âJust hand me that damn flour.â
He smirked and casually reached for the product you needed and put it on a kitchen counter. âMy dear, what would you have done without me?â
âI would just get a chair.â
âYeah, just so your clumsy ass could trip and you would whine to me that youâre hurting.â He said and bopped your nose. Before you could oppose, he continued: âAnd we donât want that, do we?â he said as he pulled you towards his body. He naturally placed his head on top of yours and you couldnât help but melt in his embrace. Your rage soon turned into bliss and calmness of his heartbeat and the occasional pecks he left on the top of your head.
âI just want to be helpful sometimes.â He said quietly.
âYou could just also help me cook, and not place everything so high.â You chuckled at his silly argumentation.
âThat would be no fun.â
thank you for reading! back to the masterlist
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I'm reading mythos by Stephen Fry rn (it's basically retelling the myths of the Greek gods) and it mentioned morpheus both as the god from mythology and as the character from the comics and it gave me an idea
y/n is very interested in Greek mythology, but didn't know that the gods and goddesses are real until meeting dream and hob.
cue y/n begging dream to set up a meeting between them and their favorite gods/goddesses (artemis my beloved <3)
which could also lead to some jealousy from dream and hob, to see y/n reduced to a blushing mess in front of the god/goddess lol
ohhh but also having dream tell the real stories of the gods?? since the myths we know aren't always accurate or lost to time
OR OR OR MEETING CALLIOPE??? y/n ditching dream and hob in order to talk to her about the gods and stuff???
oof okay i should stop here before it gets to long lol
YEESSSS I ADORE THIS AND FIND THIS SO FUNNY AND SO CUTE WITH THEIR JEALOUSY đ
âPlease?â You clasped your hands together. âPretty please.â
Hob snorted, âCome on, love, whatâs the harm?â
Morpheus closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh. âThe gods - no matter the religion they associate with - are not to be trifled with.â
âJust a small, tiny meeting,â you begged. âLike Artemis? Iâm not asking to speak with Zeus or Ares ⌠although I would find it interesting to speak with the God of War -â
âNo.â
You frowned, â⌠no?â
Morpheus groaned, âNo, as in you will not speak with Ares.â
You huffed under your breath, âIâm sure Ares would like speak with Hob, he would love to talk with a warrior/soldier.â
Hob raised his hands and nervously chuckled, âPerhaps another time.â
Your gaze turned back to Morpheus. â⌠please?â
Morpheus sighed heavily, âArtemis?â
You nodded excitedly.
âI will try to arrange a meeting, but only this once.â
You beamed, and instantly engulfed Morpheus in a hug. âThank you!â
You darted off, elated and nervous. Hob stepped up to Morpheus smiling as you ran off. âAny regrets?â
Morpheus shook his head, âNo, it is a simple meeting, nothing more. I am only pleased it is Artemis and no one more ⌠problematic.â
Hob snickered.
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You stood in a garden filled with most of the Greek gods and goddesses. Such parties - or gatherings - were a naturally occurrence among them, happy to gossip and reconnect in this modern age. Morpheus always had an open invitation, but declined.
Until now.
Now, adorn in Ancient Greek wear, you anxiously waited. Morpheus had excused himself to find Artemis while Hob found himself in a conversation with Dionysus as he tried to retrieve refreshments. As you twiddled your thumbs, someone approached you: a woman with kind eyes and a beautiful smile. Her smile only grew as she walked towards you, and your nerves skyrocketed.
Who is she? Shit, shit, shit. Oh, where is Hob and Morpheus? Come on, please!
âSo you and the immortal have caught Oneirosâs eye, yes?â She asked.
âOh, uh, yes,â you stuttered out.
âRelax, my dear, I mean you no harm. I know you are seeking company with someone else but please may I have a small conversation with one who is dating my dear exâs husband?���
Your eyes widened then muttered, âCalliope.â
She nodded, âI am.â
Instantly, your mood shifted. You were thrilled to meet her, both for previous relationship with Morpheus but also to meet a goddess. You stepped forward, eyes twinkling. âItâs an honor to meet you.â
âHow sweet, it is an honor to meet you as well.â
âI have so many questions for you,â you blurted out.
âIâm sure you do.â
You shook your head, âItâs not about Morpheus, Iâm actually interested in your life and your work ⌠well most of the gods I am but I would to hear your story. And life either the other gods, and -â
She chuckled, âMy, my what a curious brain of yours. Surely you keep Oneiros on his toes.â
You smiled sheepishly, âI suppose, along with Hob too.â
âA trait Iâm sure they adore.â
You blushed. â⌠I would hope.â
âWell, dear, ask me anything you want,â Calliope smiled.
Off in the distance, Morpheus froze. He hadnât located Artemis yet. He turned back to check on you only to freeze in place. Hob approached him, then followed his gaze.
âYou know her?â Hob asked, sipping his wine.
â⌠she is my ex,â Morpheus whispered.
Hob coughed. âReally? Thatâs Calliope.â
âYes.â
Hob glanced back over, seeing you giggle as you hung to each of Calliopeâs words. âI think sheâs about to steal our love.â
Morpheus sighed, âPerhaps this was a poor idea.â
Hob clapped Morpheusâs back, âAh donât fret about it.â
Morpheusâs eyes slowly scanned the vast garden seeing how a few other gods turned their gaze upon you. Gods who you should steer clear of, and others that you will talk all night with if you had the chance. â⌠it still does not sit well with me,â he grumbled under his breath.
#the sandman#morpheus#dream of the endless#hob gadling#robert gadling#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#hob gadling x reader#hob x reader#dream x reader x hob#morpheus x reader x hob#x reader#anon#ask
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Yuu - Child of the Great Seven [5]: The Sea Witch in Octavinelle
Summary: The Sea Witch visits Mostro Lounge in Octavinelle with her trusted Eel Familiars while waiting for her child to arrive from Ramshackle. How will Azul react?
Jamil: Hey! I thought you said Scarabia was next!
Broken: Sorry about that, Jamil. Your chapter is next.
Note: To keep my sanity, the Eels shall have their canon names.
[To say that Azul Ashengrotto was trying his best to keep his composure and not fanboy right where he was standing was a complete understatement, and if he were to fanboy, could anyone honestly blame him? The Sea Witch - A Member of the Divine Great Seven & Mom to his Most Precious Pearl, Yuu - was currently standing [She's Currently In Human Form - She has Legs] in the middle of the Mostro Lounge with her hands resting on her hips as her heels clicked with each step she took through the lounge with a smile on her face.]. Floyd and Jade standing beside him while their eyes were glued on the large eels that floated around in the air while not leaving the Sea Witch's Side; using their magic to maintain a small bubble of water to keep their skin moist, they had human forms, but they preferred to remain eels.]
Flotsam: Our Lady, Most Generous Sea Witch! We must say-
Jetsam: -this place is far more interesting than we assumed it to be. However, that is to be expected-
Flotsam & Jetsam: When an ASHENGROTTO runs the show! (Laughing)
Sea Witch: Now. Now. Boys, remember to behave: We are guests here and these young men mean something to my Little Pearl.
Flotsam: Speaking of the Little Octopi, where are they hiding?
Jetsam: Yes! The Little Octopi is never late for important business!
[Just then: the door of Mostro Lounge opens and Yuu walks in with an outfit that is mixed between the Octavinelle Dorm Unform and the Sea Witch's Dress with a shell necklace around their neck.]
Yuu (Walking over to the Sea Witch): Forgive me for being late, Mom; I was trying to mentally prepare myself for today.
Sea Witch: Oh, don't worry about that, My Little Fry; your friends have been most accommodating to me. Such polite boys. [Yuu smiles as Flotsam and Jetsam swim over to them.]
Flotsam: Oh, brother! Oh, brother! Who is this I see before me?
Jetsam: The Little Octopi? Could it be?!
Flotsam: Did you come to sing and play?
Yuu: That depends: How much will you pay?
Flotsam & Jetsam (Laughing): Ah, yes! It has been a long time, Little Octopi. We thought you were going to forget the Number One Eel Rule.
Yuu, Flotsam, and Jetsam: Always profit!
Sea Witch (Claps): Oh, yes! Profit is important, but what is most important, Little Fry?
Yuu: Always make the deal fair - you'll get more business and money that way.
Sea Witch: I taught you well.
Jade: Hm. With rules like that, I can understand why the Mostro Lounge got a sudden increase in funds that day.
Azul: Day? What day?
Jade: Oh, that's right. We failed to inform you.
Floyd: Remember when ya go sick and you asked Jade and me to watch the Lounge?
Azul: I remember asking Jade.
Floyd: We're Twins! We do everything together! The thing is Jade and I asked Shrimpy to help us!
Azul: What?! Why didn't you tell me you bothered Pearl with that?!
Jade: You were sick and stressed.
Floyd: And we were bored! So, we grabbed Shirimpy when the Baby Seal wasn't looking, dragged them to Mostro Lounge, and left them there to take care of it!
Jade: Imagine our surprise when the Prefect not only managed to run the lounge with no prior experience but increased our normal sales by 3 for the consistency of a week.
Azul (Brain Loading): Daily Sales increase by 3x...for a week?
Jade: Yes. Didn't you see it in the Ledger? I wrote it down.
[Without a word: Azul went back into his office and was gone for about 10 minutes.]
Yuu (Being nuzzled by Jetsam and Flotsam): Hm... Is he okay in there?
Jade: Give him a moment.
[After another 4 minutes: Azul comes back into the Lounge.]
Yuu: There you are, Azul-senpai. (Sees a Golden Contract in Azul's Hand) What are you going to do with that?
Azul (Holds the contract out to Yuu): Sign it.
Yuu: Why?
Azul (Walks towards them like a robot): Sign it.
Yuu: I am not signing that.
Azul: Sign It! (Runs at Yuu)
Yuu: AHHH! (Runs around the Mostro Lounge with Azul chasing them)
Azul (Chasing Yuu): DON'T RUN, PEARL! THIS IS OUR DESTINY! SIGN IT!!!
Yuu (Still Running): I DON'T WANNA!
Azul: BECOME MY BUSINESS PARTNER, PEARL!!!
Yuu: I'M NOT READY FOR THAT KIND OF COMMITMENT!!!
[The Sea Witch, Leech Twins, and Eels sit in a booth and watch Azul chase Yuu around the Mostro Lounge.]
Jade: Should we help the Prefect? Azul is gaining on them.
Flotsam & Jetsam: Nope.
Sea Witch: My Little Octopi will be okay.
Floyd: Run, Little Shrimp, Run!
[One Hour Later]
Yuu (Trapped in Octo-Azul's Tentacles while being pulled into the Octopus Pot) (Clawing at the carpet): NO! NO! I WANT TO LIVE!
[Yuu gets pulled into the Pot]
Yuu (Lunges out with their hand reaching for the door): I WANT TO LIVE!!! (Gets yanked back into the Octopus Pot)
Jade: Well... We won't be seeing them for a while.
Sea Witch: Is he normally like that?
Jade: Indeed. When Azul is stressed or overworked, he uses the Prefect as a Cuddle Buddy. The Prefect was the first person who saw Azul as a decent person, even after he attempted to swindle them.
Floyd: That's Shrimpy for ya.
[In The Octopus Pot]
Octo-Azul (Hugging Yuu, who is petting his hair): Thanks for always being there for me.
Yuu: It's okay, Azul; you're kinda like the Big Brother I always wanted to have.
Octo-Azul: If that's the case... Will you sign a contract stating that I am your brother?
Yuu (Rolls Eyes): I'm not signing a contract, Azul.
Octo-Azul: Why not?
Yuu: Knowing you, you would put in the terms and conditions that I have to answer all your phone calls, have dinner with you every weekend, have study sessions with you, and I'm not allowed to date anyone who you don't approve of; and you don't approve of anyone around me. Also, I know tat you would pull the 'Elder Brother' Card on me whenever you can.
Octo-Azul: No, I wouldn't.
Yuu: What did I say about lying?
Octo-Azul: It only works for Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Floyd.
Yuu: Are you any of them?
Octo-Azul: No.
Yuu: Exactly.
[END]
#twisted wonderland#the great seven au#the great seven#yuu has magic#octavinelle#the sea witch#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#jade leech#flotsam and jetsam
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My babygirl but heâs actually not my babygirl Iâm genuinely not attracted to him at all heâs my best friend heâs my worst enemy heâs frying my brain as we speak
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some young stan and ford doodles because my migraine is frying my brain cells as we speak
#they're SO CUTE i NEED more stan and ford silly adventure goofs NOW#alex hirsch single handedly getting me through my artblock#my brain is too fried to be consistent with art styles atm#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#stanley pines#stanford pines#thatsonehellofanart
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"For some of the smartest agents, we were quite stupid"-George Karim
requested: @blackthumbgardener
words: 987
warnings: I made an metaphor (I think) about being so full of nerves it could kill a horse, so maybe that, both of them being so awkward and unable to speak to each other, sorry this is kinda short
summary: You and George have always been the brains of Lockwood and Co. You were the only one who would research with George, and you both had developed feelings for the other. Neither of you would admit it though, so you had to make the first move.
If social awkwardness was a person, it would be George. You and him had been spending a lot of time together. This led to the two of you getting rather closer to each other. Both of you were scared to make the first move, scared to ruin the relationship the two of you had built up.
Lockwood and Lucy weren't fans of researching, so you always made it your job to accompany George. No matter if you were in the middle of a book, already had plans, or were doing really anything, you immediately dropped what you were doing to research with George in The Archives.
The Archives was basically your space. It was where the two of you had your deepest conversations, most vulnerable moments, and the few times both of you tried to make a move on the other.
Sometimes both of you would go to grab the same book, grazing hands on accident, or your hands would knock into each other, but you wouldn't move them at all. George would sometimes stop paying attention when you were talking, to just stare at you. Once he stopped paying attention and you noticed, but he didn't notice how you stopped talking, and started to lean in closer. You probably would've kissed if the two of you weren't so scared of making a mistake.
Today you and George were heading to The Archives, and you decided to put on your best outfit and look your best. Today you were finally going to make the first move on George.
There was a small knock on your door, followed by a voice, "You ready to go?" George asked, feeling equally as nervous as you, since he also decided today was the day he would confess to you.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a second," you yelled, shaking out your nerves in front of the mirror. You walked over to the door and opened it, seeing George. There was just something about him, the way his glasses made him look adorable and cute in a really nerdy type of way. Or maybe it was his smile that always made you smile bright enough to light up a room. "Alright, let's go," you said, closing your door, following George out the house.
You both decided to walk, since it was a nice day and not gloomy like it usually was. Your hands kept grazing each other as you walked side by side. Eventually after hoping he would reach to grab your hand to hold it, but he wouldn't, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Literally. You grabbed his hand, holding as you both walked down the sidewalk.
He blushed a bright shade of red, trying to hide it by looking away. But both of you couldn't hide your smile, or the bright shade of red on your cheeks. You held his hand the rest of the walk to The Archives.
When you arrived you let go of his hand reluctantly, so the both of you could find the necessary books. Once you did, you sat at the same table you always did, and started to work.
Every once in a while, one of you would look over to stare at the other, then the other would look back up catching them, then both looking away to hide your blushes. This went on for a little bit, alongside the both of you being unable to pay attention when the other talked, too caught up in admiring them.
It was near lunch when you decided to take a break, "I need a break, my brain is about to fry from the amount of information I just learned," George complained, making you slightly giggle. Your laugh was a sound he loved hearing, and couldn't help but also laugh at how infectious your laugh was.
"Yeah, I think we deserve a break," you said, trying to hide the slight tint of pink on your cheeks, "We can research a bit more after, then head back and grab lunch on the way back," I suggested.
George nodded in agreement, "That sounds great. I'm just gonna go put these books back, I'll be right back," he said, gathering books from the pile on our table. While he was gone you used this as you time to hype yourself up and prepare to try and confess your feeling to him. Little did you know, George was doing the same thing while putting away the books.
When he came back, every bit of anxiety you ever had came crashing straight at you in this moment, "Hey," you said, trying to make conversation, with nerves that could probably kill a horse.
"Hey," he said, smiling as his face started to slightly turn red.
You took in a deep breath, looking at him, "So," you said, unable to think of what to say. You both sat there like idiots, unable to have a normal conversation. You both were too stuck on how nervous you were. You didn't notice how you both started leaning in slightly.
Once you did notice, George seemed to hesitate, unable to move, too scared to go any farther. Again, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Leaning in fully, crashing your lips onto his.
Your kiss started off being slow and somewhat awkward, but turned into something soft, gentle, and full of love. When you both finally pulled away, he spoke first for once, "I'm glad you like me too," he said, smiling like the happiest man ever.
You couldn't help but chuckle at his comment, "Well, I guess we were both idiots for not making a move sooner," you told him, now finally happy you knew that you both really did like each other.
"For some of the smartest agents, we were quite stupid," he said, adding onto what you said. You both leaned back in, forgetting all about your research.
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buddie + a kiss on the back of the neck. (bonus points for kitchen scenes, my beloved)
from this prompt list. also for the anon who requested buddie + a romantic kiss, although i may well write a separate one for that too!
AN ~ fluff. shameless, embarassing fluff.
- Eddie has dreamed of mornings like this. Literally. The only thing missing is the blurry-edged filter his mind tends to supply â although, his sleep-addled eyes are doing their best imitation. He wakes to the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup and salty bacon and scrambled eggs and his stomach growls.
He pinches himself on the back of the hand. Shakes it out. Yep, unless his brain has trained in covert operations while he wasn't looking, he's no longer dreaming. So he pads out into the kitchen feeling soft and sleepy and vulnerable and wonders how quietly he can deposit himself at the tiny dining table. Could he make it to the coffee machine and back without causing a disturbance?
It doesn't matter. He lingers instead, and gets caught up in watching. Buck is currently in an argument with a pancake, cursing as the acrid smell of burning hits his nostrils and forces him to turn on the rattling range-hood fan. Eddie's eyes trace his dance backward and forward; the way his shoulders hunch as he tries his best to salvage it, muttering threats and condolences in equal measure as he scrapes it free and evacuates it to the plate.
Eddie moves closer, because he can now, and he wraps his arms around Buck's hips.
Buck just frowns down at his work.
âYou need a new stove,â he grumbles. âA new fry pan, at the very least.â
âA poor workman blames his tools, Buck.â Eddie presses a kiss to the back of Buck's neck, and another to the spot where it meets his shoulder. It still kind of surprises him, how naturally this comes to him. He's been waiting for someone to kiss in the kitchen his entire goddamned life. And he smells like pancakes.
âI- I have become accustomed to a certain lifestyle,â Buck attempts to explain. âA certain standard of cookware- What are you-â
Eddie pulls away to pick up the burnt pancake and take a bite. Buck looks appalled. Eddie looks him in the eyes.
âDelicious,â he mumbles, beaming around the mouthful of it, âburnt and all. But you already knew that.â
Buck could just about melt. It's not fair how romantically Eddie speaks sometimes, let alone how fluffy his hair is in the morning, and how much of it he's been blessed to see lately. Or how much he really, really wants to kiss the crumbs off his lips all of a sudden. And so, he does, and he finds that even his morning breath isn't too bad, drenched in batter and syrup and a sizeable dose of how lucky am I?
Eddie looks at him a little bit swoony afterwards with those big brown baby-cow eyes, and Buck wonders how on Earth the two of them ever got anything done.
âYou know,â Eddie offers. âWe should finish unpacking your kitchen stuff, since mine is suddenly so terrible. Christopher will be back from camp tonight and expecting your finest.â
âMm. Tough critic, that kid.â
âI dunno. I think you've got a shoe in.â
âPrinted a reference from my landlord, just in case.â
âBuck.â Eddie rolls his eyes, and he's so deeply in love his chest actually hurts. âBe serious. He's going to be so happy.â
âHe'll probably call us both idiots.â âYeah, well.â Buck kisses him one more time, and wonders how he hasn't been doing this for years. âWhen he's right, he's right.â
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letters written in incognito (2/3)
(chapter 1 can be found here. tw for a minor panic attack)
Tyler is doing⌠better.
Would he be doing even better if he stopped pushing himself to his limits and actually took a break? Maybe. But itâs Tyler. Taylor knows no amount of convincing will get her brother to listen to anything she has to say.
She doesnât really know what she was expecting, but nothing has changed . The love letter took a seat at the back of her brain, and remained there. Honestly, sheâd have completely forgotten about it if it wasnât for Aidenâs text earlier in the morning- screaming for answers.
Well, that was a lie. A few things changed. For starters, Taylor found herself swearing quite a bit nowadays. There just always seemed to be a fitting occasion for it, and she wasnât exactly the best at thinking before she spoke. It just⌠came out.Â
And another thing, Ben.
Maybe she was imagining it, but something was off .
He would hardly look in her direction all day, speeding past her in the hallways and ignoring her texts over the weekend. Maybe, maybe, she was thinking about it too hard. Maybe he was busy, or embarrassed about whatever happened Friday night (Taylor wished she could say she was too- but all she could think of was how badly she wanted it to happen again). She really hopes nothing is wrong.
The morning goes by faster than normal, and soon she finds herself sitting down at their usual lunch table.
Today, however, all eyes are on her .
Aidenâs the first to talk, flicking a soggy fry in her direction, âTalk. Now.â
She stutters, pretending she doesnât know what theyâre talking about, âWhat- uh-â
Logan kicks her in the shin, âThe letter? Or did you forget what you texted the group chat on Friday? Cruel, by the way. Making us wait the whole weekend? Absolutely evil. Didnât know you had it in you, Tay.â He glares at her in scrutiny, but she knows him well enough to understand that heâs joking.
Right. The letter.
She groans, pulling it out of her backpack, ignoring her friendâs shocked stares.
When she brings it out, they all speak at once.
âYou KEPT it??â
âGive me that.â
âOh my god, I thought you were joking.â
â Finally!â (From Tyler, because Taylor had been adamant on not telling him anything until everyone was there. Even though we literally live in the same goddamn house, TayâŚ)
She sighs, passing it to Logan, âSee for yourself.â
Logan scans the page, eyes widening as he reads through the last lines, âNo fucking way.â
Aiden snatches it from his hand, sending him a withering glance, âWay to make me more on edge, Lo. Gimme that thing!â
They wait as he examines it (For such a fast talker, Aiden reads slow ), and Taylor taps at the table anxiously.Â
Aiden looks up, eyes wide, and for the first time in forever , he has nothing to say.
Until he does, obviously.
âNo way. I mean, not in a bad way- youâre, uh, youâre a wonderful person, Tay. And you like, obviously deserve this and if anyone was to get a secret, anonymous love letter, Iâd definitely be you. But also. Holy shit.â
âLanguage,â Ashlyn mutters, only seeming slightly intrigued. It seems as if sheâs more into the chaos than the actual matter on hand.
Aiden flails his hands, gesturing at Logan, âHe said the fuck word and you never said anything about that!â
Ashlyn ignores him, gingerly picking up the letter from his hand and giving it a once over. Almost immediately, her eyes narrow, and she glances up.Â
âWhat?â Taylor asks, eyebrows furrowed, because Ashlyn only looks like that when there is something wrong .
Sheâs silent for a second, before she shakes her head, âNever mind, I thought⌠no, never mind.â
She looks at Ben, and hands him the paper.
He hasnât chimed in yet, but then again, he hasnât even seen the letter. He stares at it, glaring at the piece of paper for a lot longer than necessary.Â
âAre you, uh, done reading?â She mumbles.
He jerks up, awakening from some sort of daze, and immediately hands it back to her. Heâs still silent, which shouldnât be concerning, because heâs not exactly the talkative type, but itâs just⌠weird.
A flicker of hope flutters through her, a â what ifâŚâ that she squashes down quickly.
Reading into things too much has always been her biggest weakness.
âYeah, so,â She sighs as Tyler reads through it, âI guess thatâs it.â
âWhat are you gonna do about it?â Aiden eats a fry and stares at her in curiosity.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanâŚÂ what are you going to do about it? â
âNo, no, I heard you, I just⌠I didnât⌠what am I even supposed to do in a situation like this??â
Ashlyn looks up from her phone, texting god knows who. âTaylor, Iâm going to ask you a question. And you need to be honest with me. Iâll know if youâre lying.â
She says it like a threat, and Taylor knows she might as well take it as one.
âOh, um, yeah⌠yeah thatâs fine.â
âDo you have someone in mind, that you want it to be?â
Is that a trick question? Obviously no-
Ben.
She chokes on her milk.
âNope!â She coughs, hiding behind her hand, âNot⌠not anyone it could be.â
Not anyone who would ever write me a goddamn love letter.
Ashlyn raises an eyebrow, and for a moment Taylor thinks she might push it, might wrench it out of her when the object of her⌠dilemma is sitting right there.
Instead, she leans backward, âWhat did you guys get for number 19 on the math test?â
Taylor loves her so much right now.
Aiden frowns, like he doesnât want to drop the topic but thereâs something else on his mind, âIt only went to ten, though?â
They all look at him and pause, sharing silent glances.
Yeah, sheâs not going to be the one to tell him.
Finally, Tyler sighs, âHate to break it to you buddy, but there was a back side.â
He slams his hand down on the table so loudly that the other tables turn to stare.
â THERE WAS A BACK SIDE?â
âÂ
Aiden catches up to her after school, something Taylorâs been dreading all day. Heâs been staring at her since lunch, like heâs trying to solve a mystery but doesnât have all the pieces.
The interrogation starts off simple. They start the walk home together, Tyler and Aiden on either side of her. They complain about the math test, and Aiden rants about how â the hell am I supposed to know thereâs a back!?â
But it only takes a few minutes for what sheâs been dreading to begin.
â SoâŚÂ â Aiden starts, and she doesnât let him finish.
âSpill it,â she rolls her eyes, âI already know you have something to say.âÂ
Tyler glances at her exasperation, amused, âWoah there, how do you know he wasnât talking to me?â
âHeâs been glaring at me all day , Ty,â she groans, and Aiden giggles like a fucking super villain.
âWell, for your information, Tyler , I was indeed talking to Tay, and I would really love to get back to what I was sayingâŚâ
âSpill,â Taylor repeats, her lips quirking up into a small smile.
âThank god. Okay, okay, I have an idea.â
Well, thatâs not a good thing. Tyler seems to agree, judging from his soft chuckle.
âWhat is it?â
âYou said the letter was at your desk, wasnât it? Fourth period?â
Heâs trying to get to something, and Taylor isnât sure whether sheâs going to like it or not. â....Yes?âÂ
âThat means that the person who kept it on your desk sits there in one of the three English periods before you!â He squeals, like itâs some sort of revelation.
âYeahâŚ?â
âOh my god, Tay, donât you get it? We could figure it out! We just need to find someone in each class, ask them to see who sits at your spot, and weâd be able to narrow it down to three people. Donât you want to know who it is?? Itâs so simple!â
Oh.
Well, she has to admit sheâs a little curious.Â
Aiden keeps talking, âAnd, and ! Logan has first period in the same classroom, he can give us our first suspect. And Benâs in third!! I donât know anyone in second, though⌠that might be an issue.â
Tyler chimes in, âI think I have a friend who might know a friend who might have a sibling in second period? I can ask around too, a few people owe me favors.â
Theyâre so emotionally invested in this that Taylor doesnât have the heart to tell them to stop.
âAnd then, what?â She laughs, âGet them alone and interrogate each one, asking them if they wrote a love letter to me?â
Aiden frowns, then nods enthusiastically.
âAnd you support this behavior?â She raises an eyebrow at her brother.
Tyler shrugs, âThis is information that I need to have too, you know, as my role of older brother. Gotta make sure it isnât likeâŚÂ Barron who has been writing ballads of your eyes behind our backs.â
Dear god.
Aidenâs practically vibrating now, âTaylor, this is going to be So. Fun. â
She smiles softly, âMaybe it will be.â
âÂ
Taylor doesnât really think about the letter that much.
Well, thatâs only half a lie.
Sheâs been thinking about who wrote the letter more, her curiosity overtaken by nervousness after imagining all the horrible scenarios that could play out.
And besides, what was she supposed to do?
She already lo- liked someone else, how was she supposed to react when she found out who secretly had a crush on her? Would she have to break their heart?
She hates that thought.
Broken hearts suck.
Seriously, she would know.
She bangs her head on the library table, opening up her binder in hopes of cramming in some studying. Sheâs been slacking off these few days, due to obvious reasons.
Thatâs when she notices it, peeking out from a swarm of math papers.
An envelope.
An envelope, that just so happens to be addressed to her.
God, what the hell was going on?
Her hands are shaking, but she barely registers it as she tears it open. She knows whatâs inside before she unfolds the paper, knows exactly what it is and she doesnât know if she hates it or loves it.
Dear Taylor,
I told myself I would get over you, told myself that my last letter would be it. But you found it, and now my entire world has been turned upside down. I still love you.
Iâm sorry.
Sincerely, the idiot who left their letter crumpled under your desk.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Taylor thinks sheâs going to scream.
Itâs too much, She wants to yell, Itâs too little.
She hates that they apologized. Apologized for liking her. Because that's just it, isnât it? Nobody could ever love her and like it. Nobody could ever be happy loving her.
Anyone whoâs cared for her has only had to sacrifice.
Her hands are shaking, and this time, she notices it. Her eyes swarm with tears, quick and fast, because she doesnât know what sheâs doing and itâs too much, and itâs not fair, and itâs not worth it.
Iâm not worth it.
Even her goddamn secret admirer was mad about it.
It was really messing with her head wasnât it? The feeling of being wanted, the feeling of wanting to be cared for, of wanting to be given instead of having to give .
Sheâd been so blind by that hope. So fucking selfish.
Donât cry, she begs herself. Donât cry. Please. Hold it together. Donât make a fool of yourself in a public library. Ben and Aiden will be here in thirty minutes. Get it together before they get here.
GET. IT. TOGETHER.
Sheâs working on autopilot, her head filled with sludge and broken shards of thoughts floating around, piercing her skull with a million holes.
One thought stands out to her, and she gets up, gets up as fast as she possibly can, and runs.
Autopilot.
Left, right, left, left, right, straight, right.
She wants to scream in joy that the bathroom is still in the same place (which is stupid, it isnât like it moves, but whatever).Â
As she just about enters, she feels a hand on her shoulder, and she wants to scream . She whirls around, eyes brimming with tears, head burning with anger.
â What the fuck do you want?â
Of course itâs him.
Benâs eyes widen, and she instantly takes it back.
âSorry, shit, sorry, I didnât mean to yell at you, god, Iâm such a mess right now. I thought you were supposed to be here at 10?â She stuffs her shaking hands in her pocket, trying to look composed.
He raises his phone, showing her the time.
10:03.
Great.
âSorry,â she mumbles, âLost track of time.â
Whatâs wrong?
She almost laughs, because whatâs wrong? Everything, everything is wrong right now. âNothing, Iâm fine. Just, uh, need the bathroom.â
He lets go of her, but for some reason, she doesnât turn around and go inside.
Letâs sit down?
She sighs, knowing heâs seen right through her act. âYeah, might as well.â
Thereâs a bench a few minutes away, near the edge of the library, and Taylor knows it's Benâs favorite place to sit because she always finds him there.
She glances at him, and he looks almostâŚÂ nervous.Â
Weird.
They sit down quietly, and Taylor waits as Ben types.
Hey.
She smiles softly, âHey.â
What happened?
She hesitates, and then gives in because itâs Ben. Itâs already bouncing in her throat, threatening to spill. If sheâs going to tell anyone, then it should be Ben.
âI got another letter.â
He tenses up, almost like he doesnât like that the âmystery someoneâ gave her another one, and the idea gives her flutters. Maybe sheâs being delusional, okay? But a girl can dream, and god , does she want too.
And thatâs a bad thing?
Taylor snorts, âYeah, I mean, if someone who apparently has a huge crush on you also agrees that youâre a mistake, it definitely says something, doesnât it?â
He looks up at her in alarm.Â
What?
She shrugs, âThey basically like, apologized for liking me or whatever. I mean, makes sense, I wouldnât want to like myself either. But, you know.â
He blinks, as if heâs never seen this self-deprecating side of her, and it hits Taylor that he hasnât . Up until now, theyâve just been thoughts, curses, wandering in the back of her mind.
Now theyâre alive.
Tangible
Real .
Iâm sure they didnât mesn it like that, Tayr. Iâm sure ita an accident. Youe a great person to like.
Heâs typing so fast that itâs incorrect, and the text-to-speech jumbles the sentence up so badly she snorts. âI didnât understand like, half of that sentence, but still, thank you.â
He groans, staring daggers at the screen like itâs autocorrect's fault for not changing it.
Sorry. Look, Iâm sure they didnât mean it like that, Tay. Iâm sure it was an accident. Youâre a great person to like.
She scoffs and tries to play it off, âHow would you know?â
He looks up at her, vulnerable, conflicted, and something about it makes her feel safe. Sheâs not the only one feeling this way.Â
Youâre an amazing person. It'd be hard not to like you.
And okay.
Okay .
She wants to ask him what that means, but heâs already stood up, annoyingly tapping at his phone.
Aidenâs spamming me asking where we are. Come on, letâs go.
Oh well, sheâll just have to ask later.
âÂ
Aiden might have a little issue with getting too invested in other peopleâs business
Scratch that. Itâs definitely not little.
The entire school knows of her âsecret admirerâ and theyâre all playing detective, apparently. Oh, and itâs also the talk of the school. Lori from period three came up to her and told her how lucky she was, some random kid asked her out, and some other guy pretended to be the one who wrote it.
Which, she was going to ask about, until one of his friends slapped him on the head and told her that he was a year younger than her, so he definitely wouldnât be in the same class as she found the letter, even if it was a different period.
Turns out, Tyler âasking aroundâ for someone in period two only ended up with a full-fledged rumor winding its way around campus like tendrils of gossip.Â
And Taylor?
Taylor canât escape it.
She meets up with Aiden and Tyler after school, ready to walk home, when some girl comes up to her and claims she knows who wrote it.Â
People are doing that now, apparently.
She smiles sweetly, asks the girl where exactly her friend put the letter, and watches her stutter for the right answer. The locker room!
Bzz. Wrong.
She rolls her eyes and walks away, ignoring the girlâs angry huff.Â
Aidenâs standing awkwardly, shuffling back and forth like he did when he admitted to losing a frog in their biology classroom.
Turns out the frog was poisonous, and theyâd had to evacuate the entire school.
âHey, uh, Tay⌠sorry about the whole, everyone knowing thing? I mean, youâre not mad, are you?â
She shakes her head, definitely very fucking angry, but sheâs not going to tell that to Aiden . Then heâd get that wounded puppy look and Taylor would feel guilty again.
âItâs fine, I just didnât realize finding a scribbled out letter under your desk was so⌠gossip worthy.â
He shrugs, âWhat can I say? The people need their daily dose of romance, because theyâre all too lazy to pursue their own crushes anyway. Theyâre like, living through you.â
She groans, âBy invading my personal life??â
Talking to Ben yesterday had helped her calm down a little bit, even though they hadnât said that much. But she was getting angstier by the minute, and she felt herself craving comfort. Like, it was weird as hell, but she wanted to be held?
She wanted to cry and have someone listen .
Like⌠like Ben did.
Goddamnit, why couldnât the secret admirer love letter guy be him ?
âÂ
The next day at school, Aiden puts his plan to action. Heâs even got a little notebook and everything, helps him get into the vibe, according to Ashlyn.
The entire schools in on it too, although majority of them are completely lying when they claim to find a lead.
Oh, and also, sheâs like, popular now?
Turns out being liked by someone so much they write a letter declaring their hopelessly in love with you suddenly makes you everyone elseâs object of attraction too?
Like, if one person thinks youâre that awesome, suddenly everyone else does?
Taylorâs never been in the spotlight, but she was just asked out twice in the last hour.
This Is Not Normal.Â
âUhm⌠uh, Taylor right?â
She turns around to see a guy her age, with soft brown hair and freckles, looking at her sheepishly. Heâs holding a boutique of roses, and theyâre⌠pretty.
He holds them out, looking down like heâs afraid she wonât take them.Â
âMh hm! Whatâs your name?â
âLeon,â he smiles, âUh, I, uh, got you flowers? And not because of any of this stuff thatâs going on or anything, I promise Iâm not trying to join the whole fan army you have!â He talks so fast Taylor can barely grasp what heâs saying, âBut uh, anyway⌠I kinda have a huge crush on you? Like, since 6th grade. We were in the same chem class and you- uh, yeah. And I guess this whole thing made me confident enough to confess? I wasnât ever planning too but, I mean, youâre not someone who should be loved in secret or anything, like whoever wrote you that stupid letter. I just, I just think you deserve better? Uh, yeah, anyway, thatâs um. My speech.â
She stares at him for a second.
âPlease say something, or I might go jump off a cliff now.â
âOh!â She startles out of her daze, âSorry, this is so much right now and I have to get to class, can I⌠get back to you later?âÂ
She winces, because really? âGet back to you later?â What the hell does that mean? Stupid, Taylor thinks, Stupid, stupid, stupid.
And even worse, Leonâs kind of⌠cute.Â
Maybe.
( Not as cute as Ben , the traitorous part of her mind thinks).
âRight! Class! Sorry, I didnât mean to catch you at such a bad time. Um,â he looks down at the flowers, âDo- do you want them?â
Right. When someone gives you flowers, youâre supposed to take them. Not leave them hanging.
She awkwardly takes them from him, and smiles.Â
âMy phone number is attached to one of the stems,â He rambles, âText me whenever? I mean, if you want. No pressure or anything.â
âThatâs really sweet of you,â She says softly, âIâll definitely think about it.â
He looks up and meets her gaze, âSee you around?â
She finds herself smiling. Maybe, just maybe, Iâll get over my stupid crush.
âÂ
Itâs lunch time, and her friends are bursting with information.
Thereâs so much going on as she enters the lunchroom that sheâs finding it hard to keep track of anything. âOkay, okay, wait, slow down guys!â She laughs, âCare to let me know whatâs going on?â
They sit down at their regular spot, everyone talking about various things at once.
Aiden shrugs, âWeâre talking about the chemistry quiz, your letter fiasco, and the fact that Barron tripped over and fell in the parking lot a few minutes ago. All in one conversation, I think.â
âRiiight- why are we thinking about Barron-?â
Aiden and Logan exchange glances that she really doesnât like. Tyler just looks at the floor like heâs about to murder someone.
A second of silence passes before Aiden starts, âOkay, so, Logan says thereâs this girl who sits their first period, whoâs name is Ava?âÂ
Logan nods approvingly at him.
âGood job, Lo. Suspect number 1 has been caught!â
âWeâre not putting them to prison, dear god,â Ashlyn mumbles, but her exasperation is betrayed by a soft smile.
Aiden turns his attention to Ben, âSooo⌠what about third?â
He looks up from his phone, like a deer caught in headlights, and blinks. No one.Â
âNobody sits there?â Logan frowns, âHuh. Guess that narrows it down to Ava and⌠Ba- Um. The person in second period.â
Silence.
Okay, something was up.
âWhat's going on, you guys?â She mumbles nervously.
âItâs Barron by the way, the one who sits in that seat second period.â Ashlyn offers, still cramming in math homework while eating. She doesnât even look up, just casually drops the bomb and leaves it at that.
âOh- thatâs- oh-â
âIt, uh, gets worse,â Tyler grumbles, âWe asked the girl, and she doesnât even know who you are. Sheâs a transfer student who only got here a few weeks ago.â
âBarron,â she states, numbly.
âBarron,â Aiden groans.
âBarron,â Logan offers.
âCan we please stop repeating that goddamn bastard's name?â Tyler hisses, âIâm so fucking glad he tripped in the parking lot.â
âBut⌠Barron,â she repeats, numbly.
God, they must have manifested this with all their jokes.
Thereâs no fucking way Barron wrote her a love letter.
screaming it took me a month but !! here is chapter two !! hopefully chapter three will be out soon, bc i already have like half of it written. hope you enjoyed reading! feel free to comment with questions, advice, or just to let me know you read, i appreciate every comment :] on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57313345
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