#my unrequieted love

[rosstrytobe]

My partner when he saw for the first time Brad and Bobby interation: "But Bobby doesn’t have a wife?"

Me inside: "YES HE DOES! But like 👀👀👀"

[mitamicah]

Meow there 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛. I freaking loooooove your puppy bojan and kitty jere art. Amazing and so detailed 🥹🥹🥹🥹💛💛💛💛💛💛.

Thank you so much Jay - seeing you all over my notifications is as always a blessing 😭

[imaginaryfriend20]

orchids

your presence eclipses the sun

making all my letters spun

for you.

your cheeks, rosy and sweet

your lips petals of a stubborn rose

dusted with dawn's kiss

A parasitic ephpipyte of an orchid

you might be

nevermind seep your roots through me

seep out everything from the willow bark

of me.

A stain to my pride, my coverlet sheet

A stain to my vainty, my cunning image

A stain to my honour, of built on porcelain

of the Far East.

The conquest to quench my greed,

To win a prized bloom of the orchid

you might be.

[mariusaurus]

I’m so sorry but enjolras from les mis 2018 looks like the largely unsupportive milquetoast boyfriend that the protagonist of an early 2010s dramedy is dating that you’re practically destined to hate because his sole purpose is to cheat on her and gaslight her and make the real love interest look better by comparison. I feel like people are really trying to sell this guy but he looks like he would mansplain The Strokes to me. Like his favorite movie is The Hangover. And I’m not about that. That is not my enjolras.

[acousticscooter]

THE HER BURIED IN HIM

his absence rips a hole in me,

one I try to fill with liquor,

unsuccessfully

he says he misses me

avoiding eyes with the screen, and

my pixelated face

"poor connection, damn the internet," I say

I write too well drunk,

really wish I wrote worse

but I only seem to make mistakes

with my spelling

far too easily remedied

by early morning revisions,

autocorrection,

and critique

dehydrated, from the poison

I keep drinking-- desperation, and liquor

conceal the extent of my alcoholism

from the unknown pronoun, so (?) won't leave

I wanna call him Ellie

I wanna call him, them

I wanna call him, she

I wanna call him, her

I wish he knew her

as much as I do,

the feminine stranger

lurking just outside his view

beneath the pressure,

the need to please his parents

he hides her behind

self-hatred and forgetfulness

my perspective is impossible

to transpose beyond the pressure,

and the need for his parents' love

something I understand far too much

they want the child they created,

named as they saw fit,

so it's now a slaughter,

naming yourself anything else

he doesn't even know

I see her

he doesn't even know

I want her

he doesn't even know

I need her

he doesn't even know

I love her

I swear she needs me just as much,

but he could never admit such defeat

unless intoxicated, begging for makeup,

and shaving cream, floral scented

she's not who is wanted,

so I see him

she's not who is expected,

so I know him

she's not who he wishes he was,

so I wish for her instead

he says he doesn't love her,

so I will for him

[bamsara]

what are your most favorite tropes? :3c

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED:

Near death experiences

Emotional revelations due to said near death experiences

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Mutual Pining but they believe its unrequieted

"you're my worst enemy but you're so important to me"

Drunk chapter where at least One fist fight happens

Bridal carry after someone gets injured

Slow Burn...of course

"i got you this gift because it benefits me and im not telling you how" (the benefit is seeing the other person enjoy the gift)

Force Alliances or Temporary Truces

"I don't like killing but I'll do it for you"

"I prefer to kill my problems but I won't, for you."

Or: "This person has no idea how many people I've killed in order to protect or provide for them and I'm going to keep it that way."

Mean or Villian Character is actaully a really good Sibling/Parent/Child,ect and has someone they care about

Or better, Villian character adopts child AND is a good parent

Everyone knows the pairing likes each other except for the pairing

Temporary (or non-temp)Amnesia

"I learn your favorite things because I plan to use them against you one day" (proceeds to not do that) (proceeds to get them food or items that persons likes just because they like them)

Breaking and Entering. Literally.

Person A is in love, Person B says they're not but they're 10x times worse actaully

Slip-of-the-tongue/Accidental confessions. Doesn't have to be love confessions but just "whoops i was not supposed to say that"

Biting as a love language

One is feral and bloodthirsty but is put in the position of 'protecting an idiot' because the other is also feral and has no self-preservation. Both characters must be badass, just equally stupid

Kiss on the head/cheek while the other person is sleeping

Bloodstained kiss

Heat-of-battle confession about something

Protagonist refusing to become villian or repeat villian mistakes, not in a 'owo i cant do that its bad' and more like 'fuck you you dont get to see what you wanted to make of me'

Signifier of 'this is my friend/family/lover'. Could anything between a ring, a jacket over someone's shoudlers or scent marking, anything

"if im immortal, then you gotta be too or we both dyin"

Knight x Their Charge

Human x Non-Human

Sunshine x Grump

Character that looks sooooo cute. Oh he's a little fucked up actaully

"ahhaha he's such a freak haha. i need him carnally."

They are mortal enemies. They are also best friends.

Hostage / Rescued trope plus Hostage / Doesn't get to rescue because the hostage killed everyone already

Plot info that's missing that's vital to the story and it's revealed that One of the pairing or someone in the group knew the info the entire time

"I said mean things to you because I hate you, so why am I feeling guilty now"

There was only One Bed

Really competent and scary character is really GOOD at a harmless and charming small hobby completely uncharacteristic to their public persona

Nightmares. And then sleeping in the same bed because of nightmares

Cultural differences / Language Barrier

Character gets so surprised flustered they trip over something or break something and it topples and it starts a chain reaction like a cartoon

There are more but these are some of which I can remember off the top of my head. I've written many of these myself in several of my stories and will continue to do so until the end of time, esp my faves

[carveus]

Eternally quietly fuming that the accepted meaning of Hanahaki Disease got turned into unrequieted love from the original of unadmitted love.

Because oh my god the beautiful metaphor of having to try and keep everything locked inside only for your body to physically turn those feelings into beauty that slowly choke you to death?

Fucking Sublime.

[snowysosturn]

Run For The Hills - Chris Sturniolo Cont.

Pairing : Situationship!Chris x Fem!reader

Summary : You always keep running back to your situationship with Chris for a hookup, instead of running for the hills.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, p in v, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be silly), unrequieted love, slight angst, situationship

A continuation of Run For The Hills

Chris's hands slid down my arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He pulled me closer, his fingers resting lightly on my waist, just above the hem of my dress. His touch was gentle, but the way his eyes locked onto mine sent a rush of electricity through my body.

“You look amazing tonight” he murmured, his voice low and rough. His lips were so close I could feel the warmth of his breath.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “You say that every time.”

His grin widened, his hands tightening slightly on my waist. “Because it’s true. And because I know it gets to you.”

Damn him for knowing me so well.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “You don’t need to try so hard to impress me, you know. You’re already under my skin.”

My breath hitched at his words, but I quickly masked it with a smirk, hoping to match his energy. “Maybe I like seeing how far I can get under yours.”

Chris chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin as he nuzzled into the curve of my neck. His hands slid lower, resting on the small of my back, pressing me against him. “Careful” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

I tilted my head slightly, giving him better access as his lips trailed along my neck, slow and deliberate. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” I whispered back, my voice barely audible.

Chris pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense. For a moment, the teasing smirk was gone, replaced by something heavier, something that made my knees weak.

“Careful” he repeated, his tone more serious this time. “You keep talking like that, and I’m not going to be able to take it slow.”

I smiled, stepping even closer, our bodies fully pressed together now. “Then don’t.”

That was all the invitation he needed. His lips crashed into mine, and all the tension that had been building between us exploded in a kiss that was all consuming. One hand gripped my hip firmly, so firm I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my dress. The other ran through my hair, making this moment feel even more intimate.

He walked us backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I fell onto the soft mattress with him following closely behind. His weight pinned me down as his lips moved to my collarbone, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses that made my head spin.

“God, you drive me crazy” he muttered against my skin, his voice laced with frustration and desire.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. “Good” I whispered, my lips curving into a grin. “Because you’ve been driving me crazy for months.”

Chris laughed softly, his breath hot against my chest. He grabbed the hem of my dress and dragged it up my body. I helped pull it over my head and threw it on the floor behind me, my red lace thong the only piece of clothing on my body.

Chris stares down at me as if it's the first time he’s ever seen me like this, his eyes scanning me with a mixture of hunger and restraint.. “I’m so obsessed with you.” He mumbles as his head finds its way back to my neck, his lips following the same path, kissing the sensitive skin of my shoulders and collarbone making his way down my chest.

He pushes my breasts together with one hand before making contact with my hardened nipples one by one, his tongue swirling around them. My breathing became heavier, trying to relax and enjoy every moment without thinking of how Chris feels for me. His free hand slid up my thigh, teasingly close to where I wanted him most, but he seemed to enjoy taking his time, drawing this out just to watch me squirm.

“You know” he murmured, breaking his contact with my tits, his voice full of that infuriating confidence, “I think you like letting me drive you crazy.”

I arched into him, a quiet gasp escaping my lips as his fingers grazed higher. “Maybe” I breathed, trying to sound as composed as possible despite the way my body was reacting to him. “But I think you like it even more.”

He laughed softly, his lips curving against my neck. “You’ve got me there.”

Before I could say anything else Chris had two fingers in me. “Fucccck Chris!” I yell out. Chris smirked, leaning back to watch me completely lose myself for him. “So wet for me already hmm?”

I whined softly underneath him, the tension in my stomach building fast as Chris began to pick up the pace with his fingers. The noise of my wetness as his fingers pounded into me filled the room. Only turning me on more in the process.

“I can’t wait any longer Chris! N-need you to fuck me now!” I cried out as I arched into him, a quiet gasp escaping my lips.

“How bad do you want me to fuck you Y/n?” Chris teased.

“So badly! Please Chris.” 

Chris leaned back down to capture my lips in another kiss, this one deeper, slower, like he was savoring every second. “I missed you, you know that?” He whispered in my ear, as he removed his finger from me.

“He missed me?” I thought. Maybe he does feel the same way I do. 

My lips became vacant as Chris stood up straight to undo his belt. “I don’t have a condom with me by the way.”

I pull my legs together, my heels balancing on the edge of the bed. “It’s fine, I'll get a Plan B tomorrow if I need to.” I say quickly, just wanting Chris’ touch again.

Chris takes his jeans off before reaching for my legs and separating them. “Y’know, you don’t have to be so quiet.” He says as he lines his dick up with my entrance, thrusting into me.

A loud gasp leaves my throat, the quick contact catching me off guard. “Oh my goddddd”

“I told you I wasn’t going to be able to take it slow.” Chris whines as he pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, allowing him to hit my sweet spot harder. He initially started with a few slow and steady strokes, letting me adjust to him, but after hearing me groan underneath him it became evident that it was enough for him to become rougher. I tensed around him with each thrust, my hands gripping the sheets either side of me.

“Faster Chris!” I demanded, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Keep saying my name.” he urged, his eyes never leaving mine. “Keep saying my name and i’ll fuck you faster.”

“Chris please!” My moans growing louder, his name sounding like poetry leaving your mouth.

Chris flips me over, my face now buried into the white hotel sheets. A fist full of my hair is entangled in Chris’ hand, while he palms my ass with the other one.

“Oh my god, right there! T-thats so so good!” I whine, tears lining my lower lash line with how satisfying it feels. 

“Look at me, gorgeous.” Chris grunts, as he tugs at my hair slightly. 

I look back at him while he drills into me from behind, my eyes never shifting from his as he leans into me.

“This pussy is mine.” Chris whispers in my ear. “Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours Chris! All y-yours! Please don’t stop!” I cry out. Chris stands up straight again, slapping my ass so hard, his hand print starts to appear on my ass cheek.

Chris loosens his grip on my hair, and pushes his hand on my back, making me arch further, my face no longer able to keep looking at him so it's buried back in the now mascara stained sheets. 

“You’re too fucking sexy.” Chris whines, as his thrusts pick up speed, the sound of his skin hitting off mine growing louder and louder. “I’m- I’m gonna cum Y/n. Keep your back arched like that.” 

“Please keep going Chris. I'm so close!” I yell, the sound of my voice muffled by the mattress, making sure I don't move from this position. 

He gave me a few more harsh thrusts, before stalling his hips, finishing inside of me. "Shit Y/n. You're just too good."

But Chris knew he had a job to finish. His fingers found their way to my clit, swiping over my sensitive bud repeatedly as I began to clench around him tighter, pushing my arched back further into him. as his dick remained inside me.

“I’m cuming Chris I’m-” my words hitched in my throat as I came undone around him, my body almost giving way when I felt that familiar orgasm surge through my whole body.

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint rhythm of our breaths. The golden light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the walls, wrapping the space in a kind of warmth that felt fleeting. Chris lay beside me, his arm draped lazily over his eyes, while I stared up at the ceiling, trying to will my thoughts into silence.

I knew this part well. The aftermath.

It was always the hardest, laying there, tangled in sheets and him, feeling like maybe, for just a moment, I was enough. But the moment always slipped away as quickly as it came.

Chris shifted beside me, his fingers brushing against my arm as he turned to face me. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and gruff, the intimacy of it sending a shiver through me.

I forced a small smile, nodding as I turned to meet his gaze. His expression was unreadable, a mix of tiredness and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, I’m good” I replied, though the words felt hollow.

He studied me for a second longer before leaning in, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You sure?”

I hated how much that small act of tenderness made my heart ache. “Yeah” I repeated, softer this time.

Chris nodded, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair.  I watched him silently as he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the glow of the screen illuminating his face as he scrolled through notifications.

This was the part I dreaded. The shift.

I sat up, pulling the sheet around me like it could shield me from the vulnerability I felt creeping in. “You have somewhere to be?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual, like I wasn’t hanging on his answer.

Chris glanced over his shoulder, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Nah, not tonight.” He put his phone down and turned back to me, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “What about you? Any big plans?”

I shook my head, biting the inside of my cheek. The way he touches me, feeling like it cuts straight through me. “Just this.”

He smirked, leaning in to kiss me again, but this time it was slower, softer. It felt like a promise, though I knew better than to believe in things like that.

As he pulled back, he laid down again, closing his eyes, pulling me against him. His arm wrapped around my waist, I wanted to let myself relax into his warmth, savoring the feeling even though I knew it wouldn’t last.

Because tomorrow, we’d go back to pretending this didn’t mean anything. 

I sighed, quietly slipping out of his grip and stood up from the bed to gather my clothes from the floor. My heels clicked softly against the tile as I tiptoed to the bathroom. The reflection staring back at me in the mirror wasn’t who I wanted to be. My mascara smudged, my lipstick faded, all the effort I’d put into looking irresistible now felt like a hollow attempt to win a war I was destined to lose.

I ran a hand through my tangled hair, biting back the urge to cry. This wasn’t new. The long talks that blurred into touch, the red eyed mornings where I’d swear to myself it was the last time, only to answer his late night texts again and again.

I knew Chris wasn’t mine. Not really. And he wasn’t going to be.

I slipped back into the bedroom, pulling my dress over my head. Chris stirred, his eyes barely opening as he looked at me through half lidded exhaustion. “You leaving?”

I froze, caught in the doorway. For a moment, I almost let myself believe he cared. “Yeah,” I said softly, forcing a smile. “I’ve got an early morning.”

He nodded, his face unreadable as he turned over, burying himself in the sheets. “See you around.”

See you around. The words stung more than they should have, but they also said everything I needed to hear.

I slipped out of Room 304, letting the door click shut behind me. My heels echoed in the hallway as I made my way to the elevator, my chest tight and my mind screaming the truth I’d been too afraid to admit.

I should run for the hills.

But I knew the second my phone lit up with his name again, I wouldn’t.

a/n: one more part to this here

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[neteyamssock]

Not so bad, after all.

╰┈➤ PART II.

pairing: neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: When neteyam and you met each other for the first time, they were overwhelmed with feelings they have never felt before.

wordcount for this chapter: 2.1k

tags: love at first sight, misunderstanding, arranged marriage/mateship, unrequieted love, betrayal, angst, happy ending, etc.

TEXT DIVIDERS CREDITS TO @cafekitsune

masterlist

part i | part iii

part ii.

You didn’t expect Tsireya to stop you on your way to collect herbs one morning. By the look on her face you knew that she wanted to ask something from you. Although you were reluctant, you still stopped to listen to her.

“Tsmuke, can you please convince Ao’nung to help? He never attended all the lessons. I’m about to ask father to scold him.” 

“Why?  Are the children hard to teach?” You asked with a smile, a certain face appearing in your mind as you speak.

Tsireya shook her head, seemingly happy. “Not at all, actually. They only need to hone their breathing and they'll be good to go.”

Hearing it, your eyes narrowed. “Why would you ask Ao’nung’s presence then?”

With an exasperated look, Tsireya pinched your waist. “You don't think father wants us to just teach them, do you?”

She was right. It must've been Tonowari’s intentions for Tsireya and Ao’nung to build a rapport with the Sully children. 

And it cannot be done without Ao’nung ever interacting with the Sullys. 

During these days you tried hard to avoid the possibility of bumping into the new settlers, trying your best to keep that boy out of your mind and focus on the Tsahik’s healing lessons instead. 

You don't know what these strange flutters in your chest means, and you don’t like it. It scares you. So you did everything to avoid any close encounters with the Sullys. 

The Tsahik had in fact, noticed your behavior. She asked if you have something on your mind, and you told her you’re just having a bottleneck in one of your tasks. 

Ronal didn't investigate any further, but you knew she knew there's something more you are not being honest about.

You knew about Ao’nung absence. He’s as stubborn as rock, he wouldn’t budge as easily. Once he set his mind on something, he would do it until Ronal or Tonowari finally put him in his place. He wouldn’t listen to Tsireya. 

You shook your head, “He wouldn’t listen to us,”

Tsireya looked at you with a twinkle in big cerulean eyes, “He would, sister. I absolutely believe he would. I mean you don’t even have to ask him. You just need to come with me to the water and he’ll arrive as fast as an akula that smelled blood.”

You somehow understood what Tsireya was trying to tell you. She wanted you to come, so Ao’nung would be forced to come as well. Although you doubt you’d have that much influence in that stubborn skxawng.

You waved your hands and pointed to the herbs in your marui, “I have so many things to do, Reya. I can't go.”

“You speak falsely, sister! Those herbs are not even the herbs mother asked you to prepare. I will go to Mother, I’m sure she will agree for you to take a day off.” 

Before she could run off, you held her forearm and sighed. It seems that there's no avoiding it. You’ll have to go. There's no way you’ll let her talk to Ronal about this.

“Fine. I’ll go. But if Ao’nung didn't come just like you said, I’ll leave.”

Tsireya jumped in delight, hugging you tightly before pulling you into the ocean, confident about her theory. She didn't see your eyes full of nervousness and your weak knees as the thought of talking to the certain Omatikayan boy began occupying your mind.

“Tsireya! You’re here! Wow! You brought a pretty girl?”

“Yes, sweet little Tuk, I brought my sister with me. She’ll help with your training!”

Eyes shifted towards you, making you squirm. You tried to calm yourself as you faced the Sully children, greeting them with an awkward smile. “Oel Ngati Kameie, my name is _______.”

The youngest sully kid looked up to you with the biggest smile, “I see you, _______! My name is Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk. This is my eldest brother Neteyam,” She pointed at the oldest Omatikayan boy beside her, and against your better judgment you turned towards him and met his eyes already staring at you.

Seeing you finally look at him in the eyes, he smiled and greeted you. “I see you,”

You felt your heart pounding on your chest, your blood thrummed through your veins. “I-I see you, N-Neteyam.”

Without seeing his reaction, you divert your attention back to Tuk who pointed to the other boy beside her, named Lo’ak, the second sully boy. Then, she pointed to the absent-minded girl not far away. “That’s my sister Kiri.”

You greeted them with a smile. Thankfully, Tsireya knew your nature and immediately took over the conversation after your introduction. “She’s a skilled healer, with exceptional weaving skills. She’s also a hunter, but she prefers staying inside her marui studying medicinal plants than to swim.”

You pinched Tsireya’s waist, not wanting to sound try-hard. 

Thankfully, the sullys seem to take it well as Tuk grabbed your hand, pulling you much deeper into the water. “I also know how to weave! Maybe in the future we can compare who’s better!”

You laughed at her words that allowed you to subconsciously lower your guard. “I’m sure you're a lot better than me, little paskalin.”

Tsireya smiled at you before pulling Lo’ak away, making you helpless. You turned around and saw Kiri diving into the water. You couldn't help but to ask. “Will she be fine? What if she can’t breathe?”

Instead of Tuk, it was Neteyam who answered you. You didn't know when he arrived beside you. “She’ll be fine. She tends to do things that go against the nature of Eywa, but always manages to return unscathed.”

You can hear fondness in his voice, and couldn't stop the smile that emerged in your own lips. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, but you're getting used to it.

“Eywa must've blessed her. She reminds me of Ao’nung.” 

“Ao’nung? That big meanie?” Tuk interjected.

You snickered at her description, but she wasn't wrong. Ao’nung can be a big meanie so you nodded. “That’s right. That big meanie. He always likes to mess around, I’m surprised he’s still alive.”

You can feel Neteyam’s eyes on you, “You seem close to the Olo-eyktan’s children. May I ask about your relationship with them?” You heard him ask. 

“Tsireya said she’s her sister, so they must be siblings!”

Tuk climbed on her brother as she waited for your answer. Aside from the deafening heartbeat, you also felt warm at the sight of Tuk hugging Neteyam. It reminded you of the younger Tsireya who would cling on you and add colorful shells to your hair.

“I am not the daughter of the Olo-eyktan and the Tsahik, I am simply Tsireya’s childhood companion. I also study under the Tsahik as a healer. She calls me sister…because we’re sisters at heart.”

You almost revealed the truth. Thank Eywa you managed to stop yourself. These feelings has to stop, it's making you vulnerable. 

Neteyam observed your face almost absent-mindedly, “You must've been a great healer to be able to study under the Tsahik. My sister Kiri is also a great healer, maybe you’ll get along.”

“It’s all thanks to the Tsahik and to the great mother Eywa. Your sister, is she a Tsakarem?”

Neteyam paused. “Used to be. But since we left the forest, the Tsahik has to choose another tsakarem.”

You nodded. You suddenly felt curious about their origin. You also have no other conversation starter you can think of aside from this, so you went ahead with it. 

“S-so, you’re from the forest right? Do you have any ideas about swimming?”

Tuk giggled in her brother’s arms, “Of course! We swim in the rivers of the forest!”

You nodded. You have swam in rivers yourself in some of the islands near, so it wasn't new to you. You have never seen a forest though, because you have never joined any expeditions to another clan. You merely heard about them from your mother back when you were still an ‘eveng. 

“I only heard my mother talk about the forest, when she used to go with my father on expeditions to another clan. I believe they also went to Omatikaya Clan once. I-I hope you also find the ocean beautiful.”

“The reef is not bad, after all. It’s amazing... ” Neteyam murmured, but you heard it clearly. 

You thought your heart would break out of your chest so you put your palm on top of your heart. You watched Tuk play with the water, before locking eyes with Neteyam. You thought you can handle it, but you were wrong as you quickly looked away, breathless. 

Somehow, you began to empathize with these people. You were cautious, understandable. Since allowing them inside your clan means allowing the possibility of war and destruction in awa’atlu. But it must've been very hard for them to abandon the place they call home to protect themselves and their loved ones. They're a lot braver than you, who’s a coward your whole life. 

You suddenly felt bad about how you acted. On how you let your feelings dictate how you act around Neteyam. Although they probably wouldn't even know since they just interacted with you for the first time, it still made you feel bad. Just because Neteyam made you feel things you have never felt before, you viewed them with prejudice. 

You cannot apologize either, because they wouldn't even understand what it is for. You just need to stop avoiding them and treating them like air, especially if they plan to stay here for a long time. You need to respect them and view them as prospective clansmen. 

With a newfound resolve, you faced Neteyam with a smile. “So, w-wanna learn how to swim?”

With a chuckle, Neteyam tilted his head. “Of course! Thought you’d never ask.”

Neteyam watched your back as you slowly faded into the distance. Lo’ak was standing beside him, snickering. 

“You should see yourself, bro. You’re drooling!” 

Neteyam turned towards him and sneered, “As if you weren't kneeling at Tsireya’s feet, you skxawng. Also, don’t twist things. I don’t like her or anything.”

Lo’ak knew Neteyam as the perfect one, the perfect little soldier of their family. He didn't expect him to be a fool in the language of love and suddenly felt happy. His perfect brother finally has something he’s weak. And that’s the matter of love. He’s not emotionally stunted, but he’s just as clueless as a baby in the matters of women and alike.

“You don’t fool me, bro. Why are you staring at her so often then? At least I can admit it myself that I like Tsireya.”

Neteyam frowned. He doesn’t agree with Lo’ak at all. “I just think she’s weird, you skxawng. I just cannot read her at all.”

The youngest sully boy shook his head, “You’re not supposed to, bro. She’s not a book.”

That earned him a slap in the head from Neteyam. Lo’ak grumbled to himself while Neteyam began thinking about you. 

You were always in his mind, no matter how he tried to remove you from his thoughts. He didn't even understand why, he just found you peculiar. He suddenly felt a lot lighter now that the two of you finally talked. He also assumed quickly, thinking you don't like him and his family. But he was wrong, at least he believes he’s wrong. One thing's clear though, he wrong about you being like Ao’nung who’s a bully. It looks to him that you’re just timid and introverted. 

He can work with that. For what? He didn't know yet. 

During dinner, Tuk couldn't control her mouth and began talking about you. It quickly caught the attention of Neytiri and Jake, who doesn't have any recollection of Tonowari and Ronal having another daughter. 

“We met another pretty girl! She taught us how to breathe underwater!”

Neytiri smiled at Tuk, fondly filling Tuk’s bowl with more food. “Really? What's her name?”

Tuk’s forehead creased, “Uhm, _____? _______?”

Neteyam snickered, “It’s _____. You were acting all clingy with her but you immediately forgot her name when you went home.”

“Well, I wouldn't have forgotten if you stopped talking to her and interrupting our conversation!”

Neytiri’s ears perked up, she looked at Neteyam with an unreadable expression, but Neteyam didn't notice as his cheeks began to heat up.  Lo’ak was trying hard to hide his smile, while Kiri just rolled her eyes. 

“I wasn't! Stop lying!”

Tuk stuck her tongue out at Neteyam and stood up, “Watch me! I’ll show you what happened!”

Everyone looked at Tuk who stood in the middle, she started mimicking your voice and awkward expression. “I-I hope you also find the ocean beautiful…”

Then, her expression changed, now mimicking Neteyam, her eyes blinking slowly as she stared lovingly at the air in front of her.  “The reef is not bad, after all. It’s amazing... ”

Lo’ak couldn't hold it anymore and laughed loudly, holding his stomach. Kiri and Tuk laughed as well, while Neteyam’s cheeks grew even warmer.

“Stop! You little—”

[ameliathornromance]

An Unrequieted Love - Orc x Reader

It’s your wedding day, bells are a ringing, the sky is clear and perfect, yet there’s one problem.

Your Orc best friend is in love with you.

And he’s not the groom.

The wedding dress hung on a hanger by the hotel door, wrapped in it’s protective plastic cover. He liked it the best, his favourite out of all the ones you’d tried on at the Wedding dress shop.

It’s not too much like a Princess gown, but it’s not too skin tight to the point it looks like club attire. A perfect balance, fit for a perfect woman like you.

His eyes misted as he thought about you approaching him in that dress, and how now, that will never happen.

You give your Orc best friend a toothy grin as you looked at him in the mirror, the hired makeup artist brushing blusher onto the apples of your cheeks. “You alright? You look like you’re going to cry.”

He really felt like he might as he tugged at the collar around his neck, trying to loosen the tie that seemed to grow tighter and tighter.

“Me? Nah,” He managed at your doubtful look. “You’re just imagining things.”

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello, can I request something angsty for your Clone-Uary? It would technically be Reader x Hunter but I really want to see unrequieted Reader x Crosshair if you'd be willing to write it

hi!! this was such a fun prompt to explore and i really hope you enjoy my interpretation!!

Through the Flimsi-Thin Walls

words: 1,185

summary: After the destruction of Tantiss, the Bad Batch stop by the home of an ally to recover for a few rotations. Crosshair had never met you before, and his heart is crushed when he realizes the relationship you shared with his brother.

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He would never admit it, but Crosshair was enamored from the first time he saw you. Exhaustion was running high in his brain after he and he and his brothers had barely escaped Tantiss with Omega (and their lives), and when he first stepped off the ship to see you standing in front of the small bungalow you called home, his first thought was that you had to be some kind of angel. 

You were actually a Jedi, which he supposed was close enough, even though his spirits were immediately crushed when he saw the way you looked at Hunter. And when he learned that you had traveled with the Batch after he returned to the Empire, the way you practically ran into his arms before he had even stepped off the ship started to make a little more sense. 

After quick introductions were made you ushered them into the home, where the scent of something baking was quite possibly the best thing he’d ever smelled. You were so nice to him, and it made him fall in love even more. Even if you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve, he probably still wouldn’t have made his feelings known to you, because deep down he understood why anyone with half a brain would choose Hunter over him, a battered soldier missing a hand and most of his value. 

You wrapped Omega in a hug as if you had done it a thousand times before as you joked quietly with Hunter, and Crosshair purposefully looked away from Echo’s knowing expression. Instead, he turned around and moved back into the darkness of the hallway, where rooms had been set up for them to recover from the perils of their journey. He had originally believed the plan was for them to return to Pabu after catching their breath for a few rotations, but now he wasn’t so sure. You had clearly put down roots on whatever this planet was, and it was also clear that Hunter felt the same way about you that you did about him, so would he willingly leave? 

***

This cot was too kriffing soft, Crosshair decided, as he tossed and turned through the night. Sleep had decided to evade him this evening, and he could only spend so much time with his eyes closed before he lost his mind completely. To make matters worse, he could hear voices in the next room, and he immediately knew which of his brothers was awake.

Wrecker’s snoring from the couch in the other room could be probably heard two systems away, and when his brother wasn’t making the house sound like a busted landspeeder was passing through, he could hear Omega take soft breaths in and out as she snoozed on a cot that matched Crosshair’s, against the opposite wall. Echo snored too, but despite sleeping a few feet away on the bed, he was nowhere as loud as Wrecker. 

Hunter had no cot in this room or space on the couch, and his voice was one of the ones that passed gently through the barrier between rooms. Crosshair sucked in a breath, and even though his hearing was in no way as good as Hunter’s, it was clear that his senses were still heightened. The things that usually granted him advantages in a battle setting were now haunting his mind, and the only saving grace was the fact that he was unable to see you at this moment, with your head no doubt resting against Hunter’s chest. 

“When you all return to Pabu-” 

“What are you talking about?” 

There was a beat of silence before you answered. “Hunter, you can’t stay here.” 

“Why not?” 

“It's too dangerous,” you said, voice soft. “For the first time since she left Kamino, Omega is not actively being hunted by the Empire, and the research she was being sought out for was destroyed.” 

What sounded like lips against skin sounded through the wall the moment you took a breath, and then Hunter spoke in response seconds later. “Exactly.” 

“Hunter, I’m a Jedi,” you said, a little louder this time, and Crosshair immediately understood the point that his brother did not seem to catch. “The bounty on my head will never depreciate, and the Empire will never stop looking for the remnants of the Order. Staying here would put all of you right back in the path of danger, and I care about you and your brothers too much to let you do that to yourselves.”

“All of us?” 

Your laugh carried through the walls a little easier than your words did, but he didn’t get a chance to hear your response before Echo’s voice cut through his thoughts. “I knew it.” 

Crosshair’s head whipped around to stare at his brother, and spoke softly as to not disturb Omega. “Knew what?” 

“How you feel about her,” Echo said, as if it was obvious. “For a tactical commando with the reputation you have, you really don’t have a very good sabacc face.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Crosshair responded. “I barely know her.” Echo just smiled, and Crosshair knew immediately that his lie would never be believed. “Fine.” 

“It’s easy to see why,” Echo said, shrugging. “We used to work together on the occasional 501st mission, and I think half my squad mates joked about asking her out at some point. She never noticed though.” 

“She clearly noticed Hunter.”

Echo nodded. “They met at a time when both of them had just lost a lot of what they once knew, and I think it was a comfort to know that someone else shared those feelings, both positive and negative.” 

“Do you think he’ll actually leave here?” The question came bubbling out of Crosshair’s mouth before he could pull it in. 

Echo cocked his head to the side as he thought. “Maybe. It’ll probably depend on what you, Wrecker, and Omega want to do, because I doubt he’d stay here without thinking of anyone else.” 

“I might want to go with you,” Crosshair responded. “Wrecker has much more of a place on Pabu than I ever did, and I don’t want to sit by as the Empire continues to grow.” Echo’s eyes flitted downward as he spoke, and Crosshair raised his eyebrows. “What? You want to be the only one missing a hand among Rex’s group?” 

“I guess we can get you a scomp link too.” 

“Absolutely not. I want fingers, even if they’re made of durasteel.” 

The two of them laughed for a moment, and thankfully Omega slept right through it. “In all seriousness, I’d be honored to fight alongside you again,” Echo said, and Crosshair couldn’t help but feel a smile start to pull at his lips. 

He could still hear snippets of your conversation from the next room over as he laid back down on the cot, but he was able to successfully ward off the jealousy this time. You (and Hunter) deserved peace and happiness after all that you’ve endured, even if it wasn’t with him. 

Besides, he didn’t think he was quite done fighting yet.

- the end -

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[alittlebitofloveliness]

Thoughts on Steve and Evie

In my head, the reason Steve and Evie lasted so long/worked as a couple was because they both wanted to be in a relationship more than they wanted to be each other's partner. In my head, Evie is aroace but the 60s doesn't really have language for that so she just knows she's a little bit off, but doesn't really know how to explain it, but also doesn't want to feel left out when all her friends are dating around. Cue Steve Randle, who's best friend's with her best friend's boyfriend, who dates her but never wants anything more than a kiss goodnight. I think she'd figure out pretty quickly that Steve isn't a gentleman, just isn't interested in her sexually at all, but that just makes her like him more. Meanwhile, Steve is a closeted gay man in love with his straight best friend (unrequieted Stevepop is canon to me ok), well aware that that is a piece of himself that could not only get him killed but completely ostracised from everyone he holds dear. So he dates Evie, his best friend's girlfriend's best friend because it's convenient and because he can go on double dates and pretend to himself that he and Soda could have a life together. I think too, that he and Evie would get close. Like they're 'dating' for the facade and the social power it gives them, but they get to be close friends, and they both know theres no pressure for intimacy they aren't comfortable with. Maybe they suspect the other is like them and so even if they never discuss it there's a shared understanding that them dating is the safest option for both of them, and so they're a couple for a good long while. Idk it just really fits in my head that they're each other's beards even if they never acknowledged it, and they really do love each other, just not romantically.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Gintama masterlist

Gintoki Sakata:

He loves you but you love Takasugi

Sitting under sakura tree

Gin B-day

You love his curly hair

Break up

Teach him how to swim

You are crying during sleep time

With reader that never dated before

You can pick them up

He sees his crush naked

Gestures that make Gin acts like a school girl

Crush works in a Host club

Introvert!reader

Watching horror movie

"ASMR artist"

Unrequieted love

Can you make him dance?

Cuddle attack!

Open with affection reader

Domestic prompt

He prepares a date for his s/o

Big bro

Upset s/o

Acting cute

Father's day

He became a dog! (💕)

dating hcs

Kotaro Katsura:

With ballerina!reader

You meet in war but never got in touch later

Penguin expert reader

Upset s/o

Acting cute

Touch prompt

Father's day

Tatsuma Sakamoto:

Open with affection reader

Upset s/o

Acting cute

Father's day

Toshirou Hijikata:

Reader worried about his past love for Mitsuba

Christmas prompt

sitting under sakura tree

Big bro

you are jealous

Crush works in a Host club

Unrequieted love

Cuddle attack!

His type

His partner is an artist

Help me fold my clothes

Okita Sougo:

Break up

You can pick them up

Crush works in a Host club

Unrequieted love

His type

Date

Help me fold my clothes

Kondo Isao:

His type

Help me fold my clothes!

Yamazaki Sagaru:

His type

Cuddling

Saitou Shimaru:

His type

Kamui:

Color prompt

Break up

Why he prefers the nurse outfit

You can pick them up

"ASMR artist"

Reader has ed (TW: eating disorder)

With a human reader

It must be a Yato thing (💕)

He became a dog! (💕)

Abuto:

It must be a Yato thing (💕)

Shinsuke Takasugi:

He likes you

Met during war and meet again after a long time

Introvert!reader

Upset s/o

Acting cute

Touch prompt

Father's day

Tama:

"ASMR artist"

[imaginaryfriend20]

subject of my canvas

My eyes dance around in flutters , under the

sweet gliding guise of sleep.

along with hovering midnight lashes

of me, it reminds me of your

midnight lashes which frame, the beautiful

canvas portrait of my ink stains

my words have always been bold

to your painting of my ink stains.

I draw with my boldest stains

of ink, the blooming red on your

cheek in the harsh yellow sun, that

turns gold reflecting, on the the canvas

of your skin, blooming it red.

My heart's heartbeat blooms in beautiful

plight at your sight.

I waste all my ivory and gold

to capture the shade of your skin's canvas

I waste my corals and roses, on

trying to create the blooms on your

cheeks, under the sun's limping drag

across your beautiful gracelessness.

And trying to fill in the petals of

the tulips of your lips.

I wish I could be the lucky archer

to let my hands grace over

and run over your crooked bow of

a nose.

I wonder how many seas of my

heart can you set on turmoil, with

your hips which sails as the most

graceful ship against the wind's sea.

I try to climb up and reach your

eyes along the tall towers

of your cheekbones,

but I fail, for my heart unnecessarily

leaps at the sight of your midnight

-black washed eyes,

I spend no time on another muse

for you, overwhelm and break

out a fuse, of my nerves.

So many blue inks seas and

creepers of stringing words I

have spilt for you, never

to be gazed by your

whirlpool eyes or acrobatic smile.

[anawrites3]

hhhh I hope I understood the rules right, I'm gonna mix my two current reading obssessions: for the first one, batverse (or maybe sladick centred if you prefer it) + cod au

Oh, I love that! First of all, Bruce is a captain of their squad, Dick and Jason are both lieutenants and the rest of the batfam are sergeants (except for Damian who's still too little to join the army and he absolutely despites that fact).

Slade is a colonel for two reasons, one that he's canonically a colonel in comics and two that (to my understanding) colonel stands higher than captain so he can rub it in Bruce's face whenever the Bat pisses him off 😂

Sladick would be in a not-yet-relationship where they are already in love but are too dumb and dense and won't talk about it. So they're pining for each other while (and fucking) while being in a not actually unrequiet love

If I had to write something about them I would probably write it as a mission fic - Dick's squad would be send out to deal with a threat, Slade would be there with his people as well. Dick would get hurt (because it looks like I'm in a hurt/comfort mood today haha) and the bad guys would try to take him with them as a leverage.

Dick is not having a good day, but he gets saved before they can kill him and prefferably, it's Slade who saves him and he does so by shooting the guy holding Dick in a dramatic scene, in almost ghostsoap move because why not since it's a cod au 😂💕

It would end with Slade visiting Dick in hospital and Damian following Dick everywhere he goes after he's discharged 🥰

Thank you for asking, love! I'm gonna answer your second one in the morning because I didn't realize how late it got

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[odiabonecessario]

Hey dude, i will give you my un-asked for 2 cents.

I have been where you are know, and i have to tell you: the best way to be loved ia to stop looking for love.

You let it consume you and make you feel like shit and nobody wants to be with a self loathing guy.

I went through that, it made me feel like shit but eventually i just... focused in other things. And it helped a lot.

It may sound cliche but the best thing you can do is working on yourself. Getting a new hobbie and trying to meet new people does wonders. Yeah it's hard and it isn't a switch you can just flip but hey, once you hit rock bottom you can only go up.

By focusing in doing better for youself, trying more things and generally stepping out of your confort zone you can grow as a person. Not because you want a GF but because you want to be a better person.

Years later i got to date my unrequieted crush but we decided that it was weird and stay as friends. And she is still one of the closest people in my life.

I won't tell you to stop feeling how you are feeling because that would be idiotic, you are a human beign and you are how you are because of reasons nobody in this website can say for sure.

Or maybe i'm just another dumbass monologuing my opinions for you idk, i'm not a therapist.

And hey, maybe one day after you learn to love yourself you will find someone who will love you.

-The monster of the black lagoon.

Pd: What did the rock say to the other rock? Nothing, rocks can't talk. Idiot.

As much as I agree with the idea of letting things happen naturally, that's almost the antithesis of my life

I've tried everything I could, including getting advice from both sides. "Just be bold/romantic/yourself" never worked to me while I saw the same people doing what I was doing and succeeding. People around me would just hang with other people and get dates while I barely got chances, even when I was someone more hopeful and kinder overall

Nowadays I don't even search for a girlfriend, I just want to make things less painful and help whoever I can. Not because I want to be someone good, I'm just trying to do what I can and feel inclined to.

Having said that, I'm grateful for someone who at least acknowledges I have reasons to be like this. I really don't have the right words to explain but it really matters. People think I'm just this mass full of hatred like I'm not trying to change that or if I chose to be this. I really don't know you but I'm genuinely thankful