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theblueflower05 · 2 years ago

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The Sweetest Sylaung

A/N: So I def didn’t 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 “curvy” reader insert- here ya go!(she’s also an Augustine- buttttt you can only see that if you squint lol)

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: This is smut. Pure smut. Please don’t read if it is not your jam. You are in charge of cultivating your own online experience, you’ve been warned!

Pairing: Aged Up! Neteyam x Human!Curvy!Reader

Summary: After an “accidental” romp in the forest, you do your best to avoid Neteyam. It’s for everyone’s good, or so you’ve convinced yourself.

“I’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans. That’s my man”- 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 that’s 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 we’re doing your thesis on it, the last step in getting your Masters.

You’d gone through schooling on a computer screen, guided by the greatest minds on Earth that had relocated to Pandora. Scientists of all fields who you’d grown up around. None of them had been surprised when you’d 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.

“Ugh” you groan, frustrated, raising your head, eyes narrowing at the culprits.

Spider, Lo’ak 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 zero’s in.

“Sorry, cu-”

“I told you guys, if you cant behave to get the fuck out” You seethe. Your nerves are paper thin anyway. Too much screen time frying your brain something fierce as you focused in on your studies. “Is that not what I said, verbatim?”

“You need to chill. You’ve been so high strung lately. Come hang out with us” Lo’ak suggests smooth and unhelpful. As usual. “When was the last time you left the lab?”

You roll your eyes and bite your tongue, trying not to say anything to scalding to the surprisingly sensitive Sully brother. “No thanks. I’ve gotta focus”

“Maybe Lo’aks right” Kiri starts, her face screwing up as she speaks “Eywa that sounds wrong. Nevermind, My brother is never right- but you should come hang out with us. Let’s go swimming- the watering hole is over flowing from the storms”

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 you’d been buried in books and paperwork in the lab for the past couple months.

Hiding from the outside world within the thick walls of Hell’s Gate.

“Can’t. This is important, Kir- but why don’t you guys head down there? Its closer to Home Tree and its almost curfew anyway” two birds, one stone. Its a smart suggestion- but Kiri’s face falls, shoulders sagging and ears lowing. That look had always gotten you-

“I cant today, but maybe tomorrow? The samples are too fresh and I don't want to put them on ice…But I think Max made those Yovo cookie things” That’s only half of the truth, but luckily Kiri’s 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, you’re deeply engrossed in the story that Doctor Martinez’s, Xeno-Zoologist is recounting. All dramatics and dirty intimate details “It’s true, they’re gonna bring it before Mo’at and everything”

He’s talking about Trevino and Eital’i.

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. Trevino’s a cool guy, really.

A cool guy who had been sleeping with a Na’vi 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 clan’s Tsahik seeking a mating blessing? That’s major.

“You’re lying” you accuse in a gasp as the table breaks into whispers, all wide eyes and shaking heads. “They’re going to mate?...How?”

“It’s not like it hasn't happened before” Another scientist chimes in casually. Like it’s a known thing.

Which it kind of is.

Taboo, yes. But not unheard of, more like untalked about.

Humans and the Na’vi of the forest had lived in close quarters since the overthrow of the RDA. Jake, the standing Olo’eyktan, just had a little too much homosapien in him. Yeah, he’d 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 Grace’s school. Had become accustomed to the nearly two decade long human presence on Pandora. Curious and accepting.

You’d 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 “royal family” of the Omiticaya is a Jarhead and a native woman.

Na’vi are gorgeous, tall and lean but humanoid enough to be familiar…you’re not exactly sure what they see in humans but you know damn well what you guys see in them.

“How do you think that works? The…physicality of it all I mean. Trevino doesn't have an Avatar. How do they fuck-”

You’re not the only one zoning out from the conversation and it’s 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 we’re 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.

———

The Sully Kid’s are always late. It’s like no matter how hard they try, they cant make curfew. You throw on an Exopack, hurrying them to the fence.

“Yeah, yeah okay mom. Take it easy” Lo’ak shrugs huffily as you yank hard on his arm. “I’m going, Y/N!”

“Not fast enough you strumbeast’s ass! You’re gonna get me into trouble, who do you think your dad’s gonna blame when you guys end up back at Home Tree super late again? Norm chewed me out for that shit last time!” 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. They’re awkward, not in their usual synched steps. You wonder how much of that conversation earlier had gone to their heads?

You’re bickering with Lo’ak, 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 it’s 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 Hell’s Gate to retrieve his siblings was something he had done since he was a child.

He’d 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, he’d jump at the chance.

At the hope of seeing you.

You’re 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.

“You’re late, as usual” His voice has a stern edge. It’s annoying, the role he has to play. Kiri is a woman grown, Lo’ak just weeks away from being the same. He doesnt blame them for the way their feathers bristle, almost viscerally.

“Ah, big brother you didn't have to come all this way to get us” Kiri reassures, patting Neteyam on the chest good naturedly. “We we’re just about to be on our way”

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.

“You all should start heading back before dad notices” Neteyam starts. His father had been busy as of late, harvest season abundant and fruitful this year because of the heavy rain season “I’ll catch up, I need to speak with Norm”

“What? Dad cant use the coms now, he has to send his messenger” Lo’ak’s 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 he’s stretched so thin. Not when you refuse to look at him but are staring at the side of Lo’ak fat head. It feels wrong, makes his skin heat up to the point that it feels itchy and tight.

“That's none of your concern. Head back to Home Tree. Now” He doesn't normally throw his weight around. But he feels the need to puff up big in front of you “Those are orders. Get out of here”

Lo’ak’s less offended and more surprised. One of his oh so human eyebrows cocks, a sly remark in his throat before he scoffs. “Aye, Aye Captain Kiss Ass. C’mon Kiri let's go. See you later Spider, Y/N”

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 ‘swimming’ and ‘promises’. The small impish smile she shoots Spider gives YOU butterflies so you don't blame the way he swoons, before she’s off behind her younger brother.

“I can go find Norm for you, bro. I think he’s still out in his Avv, but Max can radio him back in” Spider is none the wiser. Doesn't notice the heavy tension that simmers on a low bubble. Oblivious, as usual.

“Yeah, sure” Neteyam replies, barely sparing the human boy a glance. He’d 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 Olo’eyktan in training anymore. He missed his homie.

“Well, I should be heading back. You guys have a good rest of your night-” You’re 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.

“No”

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- it’s written all over his face. Not this time. He’s not going to let you run away from him.

“Netey-” You start in a whine, tugging on his hold. He doesnt relent, if anything his fingers tighten as his eyes narrow. Dangerous, desperate.

“Just talk to me” it’s a barely concealed plea, his tail twitches anxiously behind him “I'm just asking for five minutes. Please Y/N”

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 it’s heavy and he wants no part of it.

The excuse he makes is shit- he’ll just go find Norm. Yeah… he’s so out of there.

“What is wrong with you?” You hiss as you watch Spiders awkward, quick retreating form. Eyes flickering over the empty for now training yards “So much for keeping it lowkey, huh? Could you be anymore obvious?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Neteyam is almost shaking with disbelief “What 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-” 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.

“I don't know what I did? If this is about that day in the forest-”

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, you’ve 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

“Don’t” you whisper “Please don’t”

You’d never been one to beg for pity, for mercy but that’s what you do now. Beg him to let you out of his tight clutches. Metaphorically and physically.

“You’re all I can think about” It's a gutted admittance, but Neteyam makes it all the same “That night- I can’t sleep. I can barely eat- I’m 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?”

And you could, a few weeks or so ago.

When he’d begged you to come out. To come speak to him. His voice so appealing that you’d almost caved. You’d 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. “You heard me”

“Of course I did”

“And you still left me out here” He scoffs, head shaking slightly as his adams apple bobs, his ears are pinned to the sides of his head in obvious distress “I could never do that shit to you.”

“One of us needs to be the adult in this situation” Your voice is as strong as you can make it. Trying to speak reason on to both of you “We can pretend it never happened and go back to the way that things were before. You’re my friend, Tey”

You reach up, stroking at his wrist. Trying to soften him enough for him to let this go. Let you go.

He’s 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 he’d 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.

“If this is me being childish, so be it. Where has pretending gotten you, huh? Look at you, yawntutsyìp. you look so tired. When was the last time you slept? Kiri says you spend days in the lab without resting”

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. “Don’t shut me out”

Your body, in its entirety, clenches at his words. Velvet and sincere. He’s 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.

“Let me in…I dont want there to be this distance between us anymore” He hisses around the word distance. Hating even having to say it “I want to be inside of you again”

Your plump lower lip gets skewered between your teeth, eyes screwed shut as you remember the last time. Your first ever time being full…you’d dreamt of it every night since it had happened.

If it wasn't for the blasted mask and your need for Earth’s oxygen he’d 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 he’d 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 that’s all it was.

“Would you like that?” He questions, hands working through your hair. Fingers light and soothing on your scalp. Massaging the thoughts right out of your head.

“Hmm?”

“If I was inside you again?” 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.

“You’re such an asshole. Stoppppp it” You’re embarrassed and turned on and already feel stupid enough, he doesn't need to rub it in. His chest shakes as he chuckles.

“I’m serious. Tell me you want it-”

“Neteyam! Hey!”

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 Na’vi that maybe, just maybe an onlooker might think that the embrace was friendly.

It’s Norm, having heard that the eldest Sully was looking for him he’d come eagerly.

The smile you plaster on is forced and honestly, Neteyam doesnt fair any better. He’s obviously flustered, just glad that his erection isn't tenting his tweng.

“Spider told me you and your dad are looking for me. I’m not intruding on uh anything, am I?” 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.

It’s 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.

———

You dont know that though-

No, you’re 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 ‘What If’s’

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...

…And 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?

You’re freak out is interrupted by static, by the beeping of your com receiver on your night stand.

“Y/N?” its Neteyams muffled voice through the device. You’d ignored it once. You should ignore it again…

“Yeah?” you wonder if he picks up on how shaky you sound through the receiver.

“Tomorrow night meet me at the East Gate. Like when we we’re kids” he’s 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.

“Y/N?”

You’re so stupid. “What time?”

You can hear the grin he’s sporting as he replies “0100”

“Got it, over. Good night, Neteyam. Go to sleep”

———

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. It’s 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 we’re younger; you’d caught Spider sneaking Kiri and Lo’ak in through the rarely used entrance. You’d 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 Hell’s 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. You’d toted one of the Avatar Exopacks along for him, they’re heavier then hell but he’d need it.

“Hi” you smile, suddenly shy as the tall Na’vi 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 he’s 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.

You’re nothing special. Not tall and stunning like the Omaticaya women. Even by Earth’s standards you're short, curvy. Not particularly pretty. Insecurity gnaws at you, as it so often does.

“C’mere” 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.

He’s not gonna lie, the concrete and metal of the walls inside of Hell’s 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-

“Hey, slow down a little bit” You giggle as Neteyam paws at your ass, lifting you off the ground until you squirm hard, making him release you “Not here, we can't do this here there’s cameras everywhere”

“I don't care” Neteyam pecks all over your face, trying to recapture your mouth as you avoid him “Let them watch, most of those pervs would like it”

And they would know that you’re 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 “Please- Neteyam”

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,

“Where to, yawntutsyìp?”

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.

You’re 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.

“I hate sky people clothes” He mutters as he tugs on the hem of your t-shirt. It hides you, hides all that skin he craves.

“You want me to take it off?” You offer eagerly, raising up enough to start peeling the piece of clothing off. You’re bare underneath, completely. Your breasts jiggle as they’re freed, nipples peaked in the cool air-conditioned air.

“Don’t ever put it on again” He demands, taking it from your hands and tossing it across the room. He’s dead serious, but by the way you're giggling you obviously think its a joke.

He can’t 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. “I need you”

“You have me, my love. All of me” 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 you’re wet and pulsing. Rythmetically clenching around nothing.

He circles your clit, feather light. More of a tease then anything and you want to sob. You’d thought of nothing but this, touched yourself imagining him. “Tey-”

He smiles around a mouthful of nipple,tugging on with his teeth. “I missed you so much”

“Then be nice to me” you plead, trying to shove yourself down on his fingers.

“We’re being nice now? Were you nice to me when you ignored me?” 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.

“I’m sorry” you whine, grabbing his face, pulling it from your bosom. “I’m so sorry. I was so scared- I’m still scared but I need you”

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.

“You cant ever do that again, okay?” He shivers as you kiss his ear, running your tongue along the hyper sensitive flesh “If you’re scared you come to me, not run from me. Do you understand?”

You nod, eager. “I promise, Neteyam”

It’s all he needs to hear, that you’re his. That you won't deprive him of your presence ever again. He doesn't know what he’ll do. He’s a little scared of the man he becomes when it comes to you, you’re not the only one frightened by the gravity of your feelings.

“You asked if I wanted you inside me again? Yes. So much. I never knew I could be that full” it’s 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.

It’s blurry, the fact that your lightheaded making it hard to think. To track what he’s doing to you because somehow Neteyam seems to be everywhere at once. His big body all encompassing as he takes you.

“No-no marks, baby” You try to remind him and his blazing eyes zero in on you in a glare “you know we cant…not where they can see”

You’re right, and he hates it. He’ll 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. He’d…ripped your panties off. You thought shit like this only existed in bad Earth made Porn that you’d found on one of the labs computers.

“Sorry, sorry” 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. It’s 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.

It’s heartbreakingly good, the kind of good that you’ll never be able to forget. That you’ll 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.

He’s eating you alive, you don’t know how you’re 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.

“O-ooh” 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 “Oh, sh-shhhhit. I’m gonna, I’m-”

He doubles down and you’re 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 you’re 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.

”Breathe, Neteyam” 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 isn’t the way you’d 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 “Thank you, sweet girl. Always thinking about me, huh?”

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. It’s not a sound he often makes and it’s a revelation, he’s so sexy. Almost feral.

“Who said I’m done?”

You’re never going to be able to get over this man “I already came?...”

“Yes? So?” he rolls his eyes, lowering his head, nuzzling at the damp juncture of your inner thigh “You’re still so tight, here feel”

His fingers slip back in you and you mewl, baring down as he scissors the long digits.

“We have to get you loose enough to take me, I don’t want to hurt you” 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 you’re ready. By the time that he begins to slide his cock into you you’re a blubbering, oversensitive mess. You’re crying rivers of tears as you cling to him.

“Hold my hand? Please ” You request and he smiles, kissing your tear streaked cheek as he interlaces his longer fingers with yours.

Humans and Na’vi can fuck, but we’rnt 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, it’s agonizing. It’s 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 you’re going to burst. You’re pussy flutters as it fights to take him and you focus in on his face.

It’s 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.

“I-I dont want to hurt you” He whimpers as his forehead rests against yours.

“It’s okay, you’re okay” You hum to him, grasping at his hand even tighter “I love what you do to me. I love how you feel”

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 there’s 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.

“Please” you wail instead “please”

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. You’re coming again, less intense the the previous orgasms, thankfully.

Neteyam had been so focused on making you feel good that he’d neglected his hard, weeping cock. His balls are so full that he knows he’s 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.

It’s 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.

You’re so in love.

“Please Y/N” 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 can’t hold it. W-where should I?”

Oh. Oh, he’s the sweetest man. He always has been.

You peck his lips, not minding that he’s too lost in his own pleasure to really kiss you back

“Come inside me. Come inside me. Come inside me” it’s 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 you’ve 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.

He’s 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.

He’s your big ol’ pussy cat, you’d always teased. He purrs like one every time you’re affectionate with him.

You can’t 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. He’d always thought your fascination with it was amusing.

“Are you okay?” he mutters, still hidden in your hair as he starts to come back to himself and you hum, moving up to pat his braids.

“Mmhmm” you’re 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, it’s almost morning and his parents are early risers. They’ll look for him if hes not in his tent…

It's hard. Letting him go. Even though you know he’ll be back. You keep pulling him back in for kisses, holding onto his muscular arms until he laughs and peels you off of him.

“I’ll be back my love. I’ll always return for you”

You frown but agree, pushing him away to get re-dressed- “How am I supposed to go back like this! Neteyam I don't have any pants!”

He’d shredded your shorts and panties. Literal tatters of cloth are all that’s left.

Neteyam cracks up, almost keeling over. Thinking he’s 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.

———

Norms on late night watch, keeping a bored, admittedly not sharp enough eye on the security camera’s feeds. With the rainy season, came an influx of Slinths’. It made sense to have a lookout, and somehow he’d gotten saddled with an overnight shift.

He’d definitely fallen asleep for a few hours. Not that he’d tell anyone of that fact.

There is nothing that could prepare him for what he see’s on the screen, over in the desolate East Bay. First, he thinks that he’s 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.

It’s Neteyam. Inside the facility which almost never happened. And he’s bending down, his lips locked with Y/N’s . Kissing her hard and long before she punch’s in the code, and opens the air locked door to let him back out into the shadowy eclipse.

Norm’s 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 does’ most of the time.

Minds his own business.

So I’ve had this idea cooking for months, but didn’t have the bandwidth to get it written down. The ideas wouldn’t translate to page and I still kind of feel like they didn’t 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!

#neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #avatar neteyam #aged up neteyam #neteyam x you #avatar smut

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malarign · 1 year ago

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hug me

(how hugs with them would be like)

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

author’s note: i’ve seen so many posts about enha and hugs so i decided not to post it, but tbh i kinda like it so hope you’ll do too!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

➶ cuddling *ೃ༄

something about heeseung screams to me

“i’m comfy, come here let’s cuddle 🥰”

ESPECIALLY since not a long time ago, jake said he’s like a teddy bear

and i couldn’t agree more

look at him

if you don’t agree go find some brains 🥱

“Babe…” Heeseung whined, dragging out the last syllable. “I’m cold without you,” he said more quietly now that you threw him a daring glare across the room.

“Please be patient, Hee. Once I’m finished with this I’m all yours,” you said, focusing on the screen of your computer.

You heard a long sigh behind you and couldn’t help but smile.

“Never thought it’s possible to miss your partner when they’re on the other side of the room. I guess that’s possible only if they’re a complete workaholic and don’t mind neglecting their lovely boyfriend,” he mumbled, curling into a small ball, a blanket covering his whole body, except his face.

“Are you done whining?” you asked, laughing at his dramatic reaction.

“Are you done neglecting me?” He faced you.

“Yes, can you let me under the blanket now?”

Your words made his face brighten and the next thing you knew was him pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Would be nice to be able to breathe, you know?” you spoke, voice muffled by the fabrics of his hoodie and blanket combined.

“Huh? Can’t hear you,” he said in a serious tone, uncovering your face and cupping it with his hands. “You have to either speak louder or not cover your mouth.”

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.

“You forgot something.”

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 | 박종성

➶ long hugs *ೃ༄

okay this might be unexpected

but cmon he’s 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 😊

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: “Good morning. How did my baby sleep?”

He looked at you confused but proceeded to answer, matching your tone. “Good, but I missed my personal heater.” He squinted his eyes, referring to you leaving bed before him.

“Sorry, I wanted to treat you to some breakfast.” You turned around to continue cooking, now pouring pancake batter on the frying pan.

“But it’s always me who prepares breakfast,” he said with a hint of whine in his voice.

“Exactly. It’s my turn,” 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.

“I could stay like this forever, y’know?” he murmured against your skin.

“Me too, but you need to let me go now, the pancakes are gonna burn.” Instead of loosening his grip around you, he tightened it. “Jay, at least turn off the stove,” you chuckled at his usual morning clinginess. His right hand reached to do as you said and quickly moved back to your waist.

“Pancakes can wait.”

Sim Jaeyun | 심��윤

➶ “don’t go” hugs *ೃ༄

he’s kinda like jay

but MORE you know what i’m saying?

the moment you hug him there’s no going back

doesn’t matter if you have to leave for work or go back to cooking

you 🫵 are not going anywhere 😇

You ran around your apartment while Jake watched you calmly, sipping on his morning coffee every once in a while.

“It would be quite nice if you helped me a little. You see I’m in a hurry,” you huffed, packing your stuff into your tote bag.

“That would mean you will leave earlier. Which also leads to me missing you earlier. And spending less time with you and…” he started counting all the cons of helping you.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you can’t live without me, I know,” you interrupted him. “But you’ll see me in a while,”

He rolled his eyes. “In a while? Meaning after your job so in like 9 to 10 hours, depending on the traffic.”

“You could also just pick me up after I’m done dealing with those pricks.” You sent him a pleading look.

“Weird way to call your clients. I’ll think about it,” Jake said and stood up from his seat and engulfed your body, trying his best not to rumple your shirt. “Did you eat your breakfast?”

“No,” you said honestly, laying your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

“Well, did you at least pack some lunch?”

“I didn’t have time to prepare one.” You bit your lips at the thought of having to waste your time on break.

“Thankfully, your amazing boyfriend prepared you one, while you were maniacally looking for your ID. I don’t understand why you can’t just keep it in one place,” he said, continuously patting your back.

You faced him and pecked his lips quickly. “You’re the best.”

You tried to break free from his arms but the more you tried the more he didn’t want to let go. “Jake,” you said in a warning tone.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You still have a minute or two.”

“What should I do with you?” You shook your head in disbelief and just melted in his touch.

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

➶ coat hugs *ೃ༄

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

that’s 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. Sunghoon’s train was a bit late, which he warned you about. Still, you being you, were there 10 minutes too early, since you couldn’t stand being late.

You heard a faint sound of a notification. “One more station, hope you dressed warmly.” 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 weren’t able to choose how warmly you should dress. You tried to text him back, but your fingers were already frozen and you couldn’t 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. “Now I see why you didn’t reply to me.”

“Well, hello to you too,” 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.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said against your hair, and you felt how blood rushed to your cheeks. “Are you at least a little more warm now?” he asked and felt your nod in response. “Do you want to go now?” You shook your head. “Is this how we’re going to communicate now?” 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.

“Sorry!” 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. “It’s okay, I don’t want you to be cold,” you said, feeling how your heart melted at his gesture.

“Once you’re a little bit more warm I might treat you to some hot chocolate, so choose wisely.” Just as he expected, you stayed in his arms, warming up against his warm body.

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

➶ “i missed you” hugs *ೃ༄

tbh i don’t see him as much of a hug guy

BUT ☝️

just IMAGINE him running all excited after not seeing him for a while

all smiley and happy

once you’re in his arms he doesn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Sunoo, somebody is waiting for you!” 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.

“Y/nie,” he finally said. “What… what are you doing here?”

“I just couldn’t wait another day without seeing you,” 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. “Are you surprised? You didn’t suspect anything?”

“Not at all!” he exclaimed, excitement painting on his face. “When did you arrive?”

“Like, three hours ago.” 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.

“I missed you,” Sunoo confessed, not breaking the hug.

“I know, but I missed you more.”

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

➶ “i’m proud of you” hugs *ೃ༄

yes, jungwon and the “i’m proud of you” agenda continues 😀

in my defense,, he’s 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

he’s proud of your every accomplishment even those trivial ones like ordering a takeout 💀

(plus it’s 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.

“Love?” he started but you held your palm straight in front of him, eyes not leaving the document.

“Please, don’t. I’m almost done but I need to focus fully.” 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 you’re 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.

“All finished?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded and munched on the piece of the fruit he held in front of you. “Thank you, Won, and I’m sorry if I was rude. That report really drained me and I didn’t want to lash out at you.”

“You didn’t,” he said calmly and cupped your cheeks. You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. “I’m so proud of you, Y/nie.” 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 boss’s compliment.

“I knew I could trust you with this, as always quick and effective.” You read the message out loud and smiled confidently.

“That’s my baby.”

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

➶ height difference hugs *ೃ༄

as much as he would want to be viewed as a tsundere bf

he’s not babe, we all know that

he finds you the cutest, no matter if you’re younger, older

what gets him the most? height difference obviously 🙄

seeing that just makes him want to pat your head and stuff

so to keep his image he just pulls you in a hug

“Riki!” Your voice reached his ears. He slowly turned around on your sofa, to face your annoyed state.

“Yes, my lovely Y/nie?” 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.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop putting those on the top shelf…” you started but he interrupted you.

“Woah, woah!” His eyebrow raised and he held his palms in front of you. “Do you know that threats are punishable?” He asked seriously, proceeding to put his hand on his chest.

Rolling your eyes you grounded out: “Just hand me that damn flour.”

He smirked and casually reached for the product you needed and put it on a kitchen counter. “My dear, what would you have done without me?”

“I would just get a chair.”

“Yeah, just so your clumsy ass could trip and you would whine to me that you’re hurting.” He said and bopped your nose. Before you could oppose, he continued: “And we don’t want that, do we?” he said as he pulled you towards his body. He naturally placed his head on top of yours and you couldn’t 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.

“I just want to be helpful sometimes.” He said quietly.

“You could just also help me cook, and not place everything so high.” You chuckled at his silly argumentation.

“That would be no fun.”

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roguelov · 3 months ago

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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 😂

“Please?” You clasped your hands together. “Pretty please.”

Hob snorted, “Come on, love, what’s the harm?”

Morpheus closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh. “The gods - no matter the religion they associate with - are not to be trifled with.”

“Just a small, tiny meeting,” you begged. “Like Artemis? I’m not asking to speak with Zeus or Ares … although I would find it interesting to speak with the God of War -“

“No.”

You frowned, “… no?”

Morpheus groaned, “No, as in you will not speak with Ares.”

You huffed under your breath, “I’m sure Ares would like speak with Hob, he would love to talk with a warrior/soldier.”

Hob raised his hands and nervously chuckled, “Perhaps another time.”

Your gaze turned back to Morpheus. “… please?”

Morpheus sighed heavily, “Artemis?”

You nodded excitedly.

“I will try to arrange a meeting, but only this once.”

You beamed, and instantly engulfed Morpheus in a hug. “Thank you!”

You darted off, elated and nervous. Hob stepped up to Morpheus smiling as you ran off. “Any regrets?”

Morpheus shook his head, “No, it is a simple meeting, nothing more. I am only pleased it is Artemis and no one more … problematic.”

Hob snickered.

***

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!

“So you and the immortal have caught Oneiros’s eye, yes?” She asked.

“Oh, uh, yes,” you stuttered out.

“Relax, 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 ex’s husband?”

Your eyes widened then muttered, “Calliope.”

She nodded, “I am.”

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. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“How sweet, it is an honor to meet you as well.”

“I have so many questions for you,” you blurted out.

“I’m sure you do.”

You shook your head, “It’s not about Morpheus, I’m 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 -“

She chuckled, “My, my what a curious brain of yours. Surely you keep Oneiros on his toes.”

You smiled sheepishly, “I suppose, along with Hob too.”

“A trait I’m sure they adore.”

You blushed. “… I would hope.”

“Well, dear, ask me anything you want,” Calliope smiled.

Off in the distance, Morpheus froze. He hadn’t located Artemis yet. He turned back to check on you only to freeze in place. Hob approached him, then followed his gaze.

“You know her?” Hob asked, sipping his wine.

“… she is my ex,” Morpheus whispered.

Hob coughed. “Really? That’s Calliope.”

“Yes.”

Hob glanced back over, seeing you giggle as you hung to each of Calliope’s words. “I think she’s about to steal our love.”

Morpheus sighed, “Perhaps this was a poor idea.”

Hob clapped Morpheus’s back, “Ah don’t fret about it.”

Morpheus’s 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. “… it still does not sit well with me,” 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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the-broken-truth · 6 months ago

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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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rhythm-tengoku-gold · 1 year ago

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My babygirl but he’s actually not my babygirl I’m genuinely not attracted to him at all he’s my best friend he’s my worst enemy he’s frying my brain as we speak

#inscryption #leshy #inscryption leshy #leshy inscryption #smitty speaks

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thatsonehellofahabit · 6 months ago

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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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awriterinthenight · 1 month ago

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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.

Taglist (ask to be added)

@almost-gabrielle @scarlett-8

#x reader #george karim x reader #lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #george karim #anthony lockwood

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theclaravoyant · 6 months ago

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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 – 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.

“You need a new stove,” he grumbles. “A new fry pan, at the very least.”

“A poor workman blames his tools, Buck.” 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.

“I- I have become accustomed to a certain lifestyle,” Buck attempts to explain. “A certain standard of cookware- What are you-”

Eddie pulls away to pick up the burnt pancake and take a bite. Buck looks appalled. Eddie looks him in the eyes.

“Delicious,” he mumbles, beaming around the mouthful of it, “burnt and all. But you already knew that.”

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.

“You know,” Eddie offers. “We should finish unpacking your kitchen stuff, since mine is suddenly so terrible. Christopher will be back from camp tonight and expecting your finest.”

“Mm. Tough critic, that kid.”

“I dunno. I think you've got a shoe in.”

“Printed a reference from my landlord, just in case.”

“Buck.” Eddie rolls his eyes, and he's so deeply in love his chest actually hurts. “Be serious. He's going to be so happy.”

“He'll probably call us both idiots.” “Yeah, well.” Buck kisses him one more time, and wonders how he hasn't been doing this for years. “When he's right, he's right.”

#buddie #the buckley diaz family #tv: 911 #911 fic #prompt me stuff #clara's fic tag

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primalmagic · 2 months ago

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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 it’s Tyler. Taylor knows no amount of convincing will get her brother to listen to anything she has to say.

She doesn’t 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, she’d have completely forgotten about it if it wasn’t for Aiden’s 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 wasn’t exactly the best at thinking before she spoke. It just… came out.

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 .

Aiden’s the first to talk, flicking a soggy fry in her direction, “Talk. Now.”

She stutters, pretending she doesn’t know what they’re talking about, “What- uh-”

Logan kicks her in the shin, “The 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. Didn’t know you had it in you, Tay.” He glares at her in scrutiny, but she knows him well enough to understand that he’s joking.

Right. The letter.

She groans, pulling it out of her backpack, ignoring her friend’s shocked stares.

When she brings it out, they all speak at once.

“You KEPT it??”

“Give me that.”

“Oh my god, I thought you were joking.”

“ Finally!” (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, Tay…)

She sighs, passing it to Logan, “See for yourself.”

Logan scans the page, eyes widening as he reads through the last lines, “No fucking way.”

Aiden snatches it from his hand, sending him a withering glance, “Way to make me more on edge, Lo. Gimme that thing!”

They wait as he examines it (For such a fast talker, Aiden reads slow ), and Taylor taps at the table anxiously.

Aiden looks up, eyes wide, and for the first time in forever , he has nothing to say.

Until he does, obviously.

“No way. I mean, not in a bad way- you’re, uh, you’re a wonderful person, Tay. And you like, obviously deserve this and if anyone was to get a secret, anonymous love letter, I’d definitely be you. But also. Holy shit.”

“Language,” Ashlyn mutters, only seeming slightly intrigued. It seems as if she’s more into the chaos than the actual matter on hand.

Aiden flails his hands, gesturing at Logan, “He said the fuck word and you never said anything about that!”

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.

“What?” Taylor asks, eyebrows furrowed, because Ashlyn only looks like that when there is something wrong .

She’s silent for a second, before she shakes her head, “Never mind, I thought… no, never mind.”

She looks at Ben, and hands him the paper.

He hasn’t chimed in yet, but then again, he hasn’t even seen the letter. He stares at it, glaring at the piece of paper for a lot longer than necessary.

“Are you, uh, done reading?” She mumbles.

He jerks up, awakening from some sort of daze, and immediately hands it back to her. He’s still silent, which shouldn’t be concerning, because he’s not exactly the talkative type, but it’s just… weird.

A flicker of hope flutters through her, a “ what if…” that she squashes down quickly.

Reading into things too much has always been her biggest weakness.

“Yeah, so,” She sighs as Tyler reads through it, “I guess that’s it.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” Aiden eats a fry and stares at her in curiosity.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… what are you going to do about it? ”

“No, no, I heard you, I just… I didn’t… what am I even supposed to do in a situation like this??”

Ashlyn looks up from her phone, texting god knows who. “Taylor, I’m going to ask you a question. And you need to be honest with me. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

She says it like a threat, and Taylor knows she might as well take it as one.

“Oh, um, yeah… yeah that’s fine.”

“Do you have someone in mind, that you want it to be?”

Is that a trick question? Obviously no-

Ben.

She chokes on her milk.

“Nope!” She coughs, hiding behind her hand, “Not… not anyone it could be.”

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, “What did you guys get for number 19 on the math test?”

Taylor loves her so much right now.

Aiden frowns, like he doesn’t want to drop the topic but there’s something else on his mind, “It only went to ten, though?”

They all look at him and pause, sharing silent glances.

Yeah, she’s not going to be the one to tell him.

Finally, Tyler sighs, “Hate to break it to you buddy, but there was a back side.”

He slams his hand down on the table so loudly that the other tables turn to stare.

“ THERE WAS A BACK SIDE?”

–

Aiden catches up to her after school, something Taylor’s been dreading all day. He’s been staring at her since lunch, like he’s trying to solve a mystery but doesn’t 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 “ the hell am I supposed to know there’s a back!?”

But it only takes a few minutes for what she’s been dreading to begin.

“ So… ” Aiden starts, and she doesn’t let him finish.

“Spill it,” she rolls her eyes, “I already know you have something to say.”

Tyler glances at her exasperation, amused, “Woah there, how do you know he wasn’t talking to me?”

“He’s been glaring at me all day , Ty,” she groans, and Aiden giggles like a fucking super villain.

“Well, for your information, Tyler , I was indeed talking to Tay, and I would really love to get back to what I was saying…”

“Spill,” Taylor repeats, her lips quirking up into a small smile.

“Thank god. Okay, okay, I have an idea.”

Well, that’s not a good thing. Tyler seems to agree, judging from his soft chuckle.

“What is it?”

“You said the letter was at your desk, wasn’t it? Fourth period?”

He’s trying to get to something, and Taylor isn’t sure whether she’s going to like it or not. “....Yes?”

“That means that the person who kept it on your desk sits there in one of the three English periods before you!” He squeals, like it’s some sort of revelation.

“Yeah…?”

“Oh my god, Tay, don’t 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 we’d be able to narrow it down to three people. Don’t you want to know who it is?? It’s so simple!”

Oh.

Well, she has to admit she’s a little curious.

Aiden keeps talking, “And, and ! Logan has first period in the same classroom, he can give us our first suspect. And Ben’s in third!! I don’t know anyone in second, though… that might be an issue.”

Tyler chimes in, “I 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.”

They’re so emotionally invested in this that Taylor doesn’t have the heart to tell them to stop.

“And then, what?” She laughs, “Get them alone and interrogate each one, asking them if they wrote a love letter to me?”

Aiden frowns, then nods enthusiastically.

“And you support this behavior?” She raises an eyebrow at her brother.

Tyler shrugs, “This is information that I need to have too, you know, as my role of older brother. Gotta make sure it isn’t like… Barron who has been writing ballads of your eyes behind our backs.”

Dear god.

Aiden’s practically vibrating now, “Taylor, this is going to be So. Fun. ”

She smiles softly, “Maybe it will be.”

–

Taylor doesn’t really think about the letter that much.

Well, that’s only half a lie.

She’s 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. She’s been slacking off these few days, due to obvious reasons.

That’s 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 what’s inside before she unfolds the paper, knows exactly what it is and she doesn’t 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.

I’m sorry.

Sincerely, the idiot who left their letter crumpled under your desk.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Taylor thinks she’s going to scream.

It’s too much, She wants to yell, It’s too little.

She hates that they apologized. Apologized for liking her. Because that's just it, isn’t it? Nobody could ever love her and like it. Nobody could ever be happy loving her.

Anyone who’s 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 doesn’t know what she’s doing and it’s too much, and it’s not fair, and it’s not worth it.

I’m not worth it.

Even her goddamn secret admirer was mad about it.

It was really messing with her head wasn’t it? The feeling of being wanted, the feeling of wanting to be cared for, of wanting to be given instead of having to give .

She’d been so blind by that hope. So fucking selfish.

Don’t cry, she begs herself. Don’t cry. Please. Hold it together. Don’t 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.

She’s 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 isn’t like it moves, but whatever).

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.

“ What the fuck do you want?”

Of course it’s him.

Ben’s eyes widen, and she instantly takes it back.

“Sorry, shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, god, I’m such a mess right now. I thought you were supposed to be here at 10?” She stuffs her shaking hands in her pocket, trying to look composed.

He raises his phone, showing her the time.

10:03.

Great.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, “Lost track of time.”

What’s wrong?

She almost laughs, because what’s wrong? Everything, everything is wrong right now. “Nothing, I’m fine. Just, uh, need the bathroom.”

He lets go of her, but for some reason, she doesn’t turn around and go inside.

Let’s sit down?

She sighs, knowing he’s seen right through her act. “Yeah, might as well.”

There’s a bench a few minutes away, near the edge of the library, and Taylor knows it's Ben’s favorite place to sit because she always finds him there.

She glances at him, and he looks almost… nervous.

Weird.

They sit down quietly, and Taylor waits as Ben types.

Hey.

She smiles softly, “Hey.”

What happened?

She hesitates, and then gives in because it’s Ben. It’s already bouncing in her throat, threatening to spill. If she’s going to tell anyone, then it should be Ben.

“I got another letter.”

He tenses up, almost like he doesn’t like that the “mystery someone” gave her another one, and the idea gives her flutters. Maybe she’s being delusional, okay? But a girl can dream, and god , does she want too.

And that’s a bad thing?

Taylor snorts, “Yeah, I mean, if someone who apparently has a huge crush on you also agrees that you’re a mistake, it definitely says something, doesn’t it?”

He looks up at her in alarm.

What?

She shrugs, “They basically like, apologized for liking me or whatever. I mean, makes sense, I wouldn’t want to like myself either. But, you know.”

He blinks, as if he’s never seen this self-deprecating side of her, and it hits Taylor that he hasn’t . Up until now, they’ve just been thoughts, curses, wandering in the back of her mind.

Now they’re alive.

Tangible

Real .

I’m sure they didn’t mesn it like that, Tayr. I’m sure ita an accident. Youe a great person to like.

He’s typing so fast that it’s incorrect, and the text-to-speech jumbles the sentence up so badly she snorts. “I didn’t understand like, half of that sentence, but still, thank you.”

He groans, staring daggers at the screen like it’s autocorrect's fault for not changing it.

Sorry. Look, I’m sure they didn’t mean it like that, Tay. I’m sure it was an accident. You’re a great person to like.

She scoffs and tries to play it off, “How would you know?”

He looks up at her, vulnerable, conflicted, and something about it makes her feel safe. She’s not the only one feeling this way.

You’re an amazing person. It'd be hard not to like you.

And okay.

Okay .

She wants to ask him what that means, but he’s already stood up, annoyingly tapping at his phone.

Aiden’s spamming me asking where we are. Come on, let’s go.

Oh well, she’ll just have to ask later.

–

Aiden might have a little issue with getting too invested in other people’s business

Scratch that. It’s definitely not little.

The entire school knows of her “secret admirer” and they’re all playing detective, apparently. Oh, and it’s 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 wouldn’t be in the same class as she found the letter, even if it was a different period.

Turns out, Tyler “asking around” for someone in period two only ended up with a full-fledged rumor winding its way around campus like tendrils of gossip.

And Taylor?

Taylor can’t 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.

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 girl’s angry huff.

Aiden’s 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 they’d had to evacuate the entire school.

“Hey, uh, Tay… sorry about the whole, everyone knowing thing? I mean, you’re not mad, are you?”

She shakes her head, definitely very fucking angry, but she’s not going to tell that to Aiden . Then he’d get that wounded puppy look and Taylor would feel guilty again.

“It’s fine, I just didn’t realize finding a scribbled out letter under your desk was so… gossip worthy.”

He shrugs, “What can I say? The people need their daily dose of romance, because they’re all too lazy to pursue their own crushes anyway. They’re like, living through you.”

She groans, “By invading my personal life??”

Talking to Ben yesterday had helped her calm down a little bit, even though they hadn’t 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 couldn’t the secret admirer love letter guy be him ?

–

The next day at school, Aiden puts his plan to action. He’s 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, she’s 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 else’s object of attraction too?

Like, if one person thinks you’re that awesome, suddenly everyone else does?

Taylor’s never been in the spotlight, but she was just asked out twice in the last hour.

This Is Not Normal.

“Uhm… uh, Taylor right?”

She turns around to see a guy her age, with soft brown hair and freckles, looking at her sheepishly. He’s holding a boutique of roses, and they’re… pretty.

He holds them out, looking down like he’s afraid she won’t take them.

“Mh hm! What’s your name?”

“Leon,” he smiles, “Uh, I, uh, got you flowers? And not because of any of this stuff that’s going on or anything, I promise I’m not trying to join the whole fan army you have!” He talks so fast Taylor can barely grasp what he’s saying, “But 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 wasn’t ever planning too but, I mean, you’re 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, that’s um. My speech.”

She stares at him for a second.

“Please say something, or I might go jump off a cliff now.”

“Oh!” She startles out of her daze, “Sorry, this is so much right now and I have to get to class, can I… get back to you later?”

She winces, because really? “Get back to you later?” What the hell does that mean? Stupid, Taylor thinks, Stupid, stupid, stupid.

And even worse, Leon’s kind of… cute.

Maybe.

( Not as cute as Ben , the traitorous part of her mind thinks).

“Right! Class! Sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you at such a bad time. Um,” he looks down at the flowers, “Do- do you want them?”

Right. When someone gives you flowers, you’re supposed to take them. Not leave them hanging.

She awkwardly takes them from him, and smiles.

“My phone number is attached to one of the stems,” He rambles, “Text me whenever? I mean, if you want. No pressure or anything.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” She says softly, “I’ll definitely think about it.”

He looks up and meets her gaze, “See you around?”

She finds herself smiling. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get over my stupid crush.

–

It’s lunch time, and her friends are bursting with information.

There’s so much going on as she enters the lunchroom that she’s finding it hard to keep track of anything. “Okay, okay, wait, slow down guys!” She laughs, “Care to let me know what’s going on?”

They sit down at their regular spot, everyone talking about various things at once.

Aiden shrugs, “We’re 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.”

“Riiight- why are we thinking about Barron-?”

Aiden and Logan exchange glances that she really doesn’t like. Tyler just looks at the floor like he’s about to murder someone.

A second of silence passes before Aiden starts, “Okay, so, Logan says there’s this girl who sits their first period, who’s name is Ava?”

Logan nods approvingly at him.

“Good job, Lo. Suspect number 1 has been caught!”

“We’re not putting them to prison, dear god,” Ashlyn mumbles, but her exasperation is betrayed by a soft smile.

Aiden turns his attention to Ben, “Sooo… what about third?”

He looks up from his phone, like a deer caught in headlights, and blinks. No one.

“Nobody sits there?” Logan frowns, “Huh. Guess that narrows it down to Ava and… Ba- Um. The person in second period.”

Silence.

Okay, something was up.

“What's going on, you guys?” She mumbles nervously.

“It’s Barron by the way, the one who sits in that seat second period.” Ashlyn offers, still cramming in math homework while eating. She doesn’t even look up, just casually drops the bomb and leaves it at that.

“Oh- that’s- oh-”

“It, uh, gets worse,” Tyler grumbles, “We asked the girl, and she doesn’t even know who you are. She’s a transfer student who only got here a few weeks ago.”

“Barron,” she states, numbly.

“Barron,” Aiden groans.

“Barron,” Logan offers.

“Can we please stop repeating that goddamn bastard's name?” Tyler hisses, “I’m so fucking glad he tripped in the parking lot.”

“But… Barron,” she repeats, numbly.

God, they must have manifested this with all their jokes.

There’s 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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