#now he’s crediting him not wanting to make a commitment to that he’s hiding behind false images

[daydreamerdrew]

Iron Man (1968) #41

[fuctacles]

<< ok fine i give up i lost track of the cat emojis. this is part 8 | 9 >>

Eddie wakes up late the next day but isn't surprised to find his uncle sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee and a crossword puzzle in front of him. Tormenting his nephew has been his favorite pastime now that he is stuck at home, so of course he would wait for him to emerge from his room.

"Didn't catch you coming back last night. Must have left Stephanie's awfully late, huh?" he asks nonchalantly, tapping his pen against the paper without looking up. 

"Mhm," Eddie hums, reaching for his favorite mug. 

"Did Miss Stephanie arrive late?"

"She did." He tries to focus on making coffee, and not on his uncle's prying questions. 

"Did she hold you back?" the man presses, unrelenting.

"We talked for a bit," Eddie eventually admits.

"How long?"

He fills up his mug with a frown before turning towards his uncle. 

"What is this? A crime interrogation?" he raises his eyebrow with annoyance. 

"I don't know." Wayne shrugs, finally looking up from his crossword to study his face. "Has a crime been committed?"

"I'm not banging your neighbor," Eddie hisses at his father figure with disdain. "Stop asking about it!"

His uncle sighs but seems to accept his defeat, at least for now. 

"All I ask is that you keep an open mind. I don't think she'd be against the idea," he gives his last two cents before hiding behind the newspaper like a coward. "I know you're not," he adds under his breath.

Eddie barely catches it, but it makes his skin crawl with heat. He's beyond denying it at this point but he won't admit it either. If Stephanie ever makes a move, he won't say no, but he doesn't want to presume anything. Or worse, make her uncomfortable.

"I'm going to my room," he declares, carrying his coffee away.

A couple of days later, Eddie is standing in front of a hair salon, staring at the handwritten note on the door. 

We close at 4 PM today, sorry for the inconvenience!

The opening times above declare that on weekdays, the shop should be open an hour longer, and Eddie worries that he misunderstood Stephanie's words. She told him to come in around 4 PM and she'll give him a haircut. But through the glass door, he can see her swiping the floor while talking to another hairdresser, a tiny woman who's cleaning up her station. It looks like they're closing up.

Then Stephanie looks up and spots him standing there like a dumbass, and she smiles, motioning him inside. So he pushes the door, moving the tiny bell above as he walks in. 

"Hi," he says, nodding to the unfamiliar woman. "Am I too late? Or too early?" 

Stephanie shakes her head, quickly putting the broom away. 

"You're perfectly on time," she assures him. "You can leave your jacket there and pick whichever chair you like. Do you want something to drink? Tea, coffee, water?" she asks, already halfway to what he assumes is the backroom.

"Coffee would be great," he says a little stunned, shaking his heavy leather jacket off his arms. He feels extremely out of place in a space usually frequented by gossiping ladies. In the waiting area, there's a stack of fashion magazines on top a tiny round table, and two huge colorful armchairs. He throws his things on one of them before sauntering to the station that's furthest away from the street, wary of the peering eyes.

There are some in the salon with him, though. 

"So you're Steph's special guest, huh?" the other co-worker asks conversationally. 

"Uh, I'm just her neighbor," he corrects, not sure what the woman has been told.

She hums, giving her station a thorough wipe.

"She wouldn't close early for just any neighbor," she counters. "Give yourself some credit." She smiles at him through the mirror and disappears into the backroom before he can react or even process her words.

"Sorry for the wait!" Stephanie joins him soon after. "I hope Joyce didn't grill you much," she says, putting a mug of coffee in front of him.

"Well," Eddie wraps his hand around the hot ceramic. "She just called me your special guest." He wants to pry much more than that, but he knows the other woman, Joyce, can be within hearing distance. 

"You kind of are." Stephanie tilts her head thoughtfully, before turning his chair around, so they can only look at each other through the mirror. "All my friends get special treatment."

"Of course," Eddie nods, torn between being happy and devastated by being called a friend. 

"Unless you don't want to be friends with an old lady," she pouts.

What he wants is to suck on that bottom lip. 

"You're not old!"

He startles when his voice is echoed, but it's just Joyce emerging from the back. She moves the jacket and bag she's holding to free one of her hands and smacks Stephanie on the shoulder. 

"Listen to the boy if you're not gonna listen to me," she says heatedly. "If you're old then I should be dead. Now come here."

With an exasperated sigh, Stephanie leans down so Joyce can press a kiss on her cheek. 

"I'm leaving, you kids don't do anything unsanitary, okay?"

"Joyce!" 

She moves like a hurricane of energy and despite her teasing, Eddie can't help but smile. Joyce seems like the kind of person who treats everyone like her kids. 

"What are you doing?" Stephanie asks suspiciously when Joyce hesitates by the door. 

"I'm just gonna..." she trails off before starting to pull down the blinds on both the door and the windows. "So nobody bothers you two," she explains with a charming smile. "Okay, bye!" the bell finally chimes as she heads out. "I'll see you tomorrow!" 

"See you!" 

Eddie barely lifts his hand for a wave before there's just the two of them. 

Stephanie breathes out and walks up to the door to lock it. The fact that they are now alone and hidden in a public space makes him hot under the collar. She could do to him anything she wanted right now. 

Like cutting his split ends and conditioning his hair, of course. 

"So." A radio buzzes to life, though it gets immediately turned to a lower volume. "As the one forced to sit there and endure my treatment, you get to pick the station," Stephanie smiles at him and he instructs her to his and Wayne's favorite frequency. The soft that starts playing is very quiet, and with the closed-off space he's found himself in, he feels like he's tripping. 

"Do you have anything in mind?"

So many things but nothing appropriate to say out loud. 

"Didn't you have a plan for me?" he raises an eyebrow at her reflection while she's thoughtfully tugging on his hair. 

"Yes, but mostly haircare. And I don't know what's popular in the metalhead hair fashion right now."

He chuckles at that.

"Just keeping them long and adding some tease now and then. Nothing as extreme as punk's liberty spikes," he assures. 

"Gotcha. But if you think of anything, let me know."

"You got it," he smiles. 

i feel weird tagging only one person here but: @wheneverfeasible

[loudstan]

(67) Days of Whatever the Fuck that Was (PART 2.)

Summary: Chenle wasn't interested in committed relationships until he met the one. The problem is that now she is the one who doesn't want to commit to him.

Pairing: Werewolf! Chenle x Siren! Female reader

Warnings: OOff where do I start. Things get dubious, and even a bit non-conish sometimes so do not read if that's not something you're into. A lot of mind games, manipulation, gaslighting, and all the red flags you can think of. Y/N is MEAN. Also, this is super long so i had to make two separate posts. Read both if you want to know how it started! SMUT.

(PART 2)

“Why’s Jisung crying?” Kun asked when he saw the youngest member of the pack trying to hide how glossy his eyes were a few days later.

“I’m not,” Jisung replied stubbornly, but the words came out broken.

“He watched (500) Days of Summer,” Renjun deadpanned. 

“You watched–,” Kun burst out laughing. “It’s a romantic comedy! How did you end up crying?”

“It’s not romantic, nor funny,” Jisung disagreed.

Renjun sighed. “He’s worried about Chenle.”

“Oh…” Kun frowned. “Is he still hiding in his room?”

Renjun and Jisung nodded.

Kun sighed and hesitantly walked to Chenle’s room, knocking on the door and letting himself in when he heard a monotonous ‘come in’ from the other side.

“Hey, Lele…,” he greeted awkwardly. “How are you feeling?”

Chenle was sprawling in bed, with dark circles under a pair of eyes stuck to the laptop screen.

“Hm,” he replied, without elaborating.

“What are you up to?” Kun asked casually, walking closer to take a look at the screen. “Oh…You’re watching that movie too…”

Chenle barely nodded. “I’ve watched it  6 times. Each time it becomes more obvious that they would never end up together. Funny, isn’t it?” his dull voice said.

“Lele, I’m so sorry,” Kun said sincerely. Not only for what happened to the younger werewolf,  but also for even mentioning that stupid movie.

“It was gonna happen sooner or later,” Chenle closed his laptop and finally looked at the oldest. “She didn’t want me. Not the way I want her, at least.”

Kun looked at him sadly.

“Maybe I could make my own movie,” Chenle joked unenthusiastically. “The title would be (67) Days of Whatever the Fuck that Was.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” the older offered.

“Sure, you could convince her to take me back,” Chenle chuckled humorlessly. “Forget it, gege. There’s nothing anyone could do,” he said, before putting his laptop away and pulling the covers all the way up until they covered his head. “Can you close the door when you leave, please?”

“I…sure,” Kun murmured, walking out and closing the door quietly.  He stood in the corridor for an entire minute as he considered his options. “Fuck it,” he murmured, for once not caring about his manners.

He went back to the living room where Jisung and Renjun were waiting expectantly. “Get up, you two,” Kun told them. “We’re going to the bar.”

“Yeosang, I’m fine,” you insisted after he begged you to go rest for the 5th time.

“ You haven’t seen your mate in a week, and you know that can affect your health. You shouldn’t abuse your body.”

“It’s almost time to close. There are like 5 people here. It can’t be that hard, ” you laughed.

“I can handle it for the last half of an hour,” he offered. “You haven’t been looking too good lately–”

“It’s getting better,” you lied before turning to the customer to take his order. “Hi! What can I get you?”

“Three glasses of Eternal Dusk, please,” a handsome man with a charming smile said, handing you his credit card. 

“Right away,” you replied with a smile, scanning the card and handing it back to him before preparing the drinks skillfully and handing them to him.

 He thanked you and took the drinks to the table where his friends were waiting for him. You thought you recognized one of them, but he quickly looked away, suddenly being very interested in the wall behind him. Over the course of the night, they kept stealing glances at you, quickly looking away and talking secretly in their tiny group. Eventually, the same guy who had ordered the drinks earlier approached the bar again.

“Another round?” you offered.

“Uh, actually–” he stopped mid-sentence with a wince and hesitantly grabbed a pendant that was hanging from a chain, tucked under his shirt. He inspected the relic suspiciously like it wasn’t his own.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

He looked at you and then back at the pendant, which he quickly hid back under his shirt. “Y-yeah sorry,” he smiled politely. “I was wondering–... you’re not from around here, are you?”

“No, I–uh, I’m from the Scarlet Islands,” you disclosed. “Why?”

“Figures. Your beauty is…definitely not something you see in this town,” he said cheekily, looking at you like he had found out your biggest secret.

“Are you going to order something or not?” Yeosang interrupted the conversation, standing in between you and the customer. 

The man smiled at Yeosang before shaking his head and waving goodbye. “I think we’re done for tonight,” he said, going to his table and hurrying his friends out of the bar.

“What a creep,” Yeosang said. 

“Y-yeah,” you chuckled nervously and started cleaning up now that the last customers were gone.

“Heeey, Sangie,” Wooyoung greeted cheerfully approaching the bar. “Can I steal Y/N away for a little bit?”

Yeosang glared at Wooyoung suspiciously. 

“It won’t be anything stupid, I promise,” Wooyung said, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“I’ll be okay, Sangie,” you chuckled, walking away with Wooyoung when Yeosang finally nodded hesitantly.

Wooyoung guided you out of the ship, to the dock that connected it to land. It was late at night and the place was deserted. The only sound you could hear was the water splashing the wooden ship and the distant voices of the crew members coming from inside the ship.

When you looked at Wooyoung you were surprised to see him taking his shirt off.

“What are you doing?” you asked, astonished.

“I’m getting undressed,” he said, unbuckling his belt.

“I can see that. Why?”

“We’re going swimming!” he exclaimed, stepping out of his pants to present himself in front of you in his underwear. “Why are you just standing there? Do you need me to take your clothes off for you?” he asked suggestively.

“Woo, it’s late…” you tried to reason.

“I’ll push you. Don’t test me.”

You saw a mischievous glint in his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, I guess it won’t hurt to swim a little bit,” you said, undressing yourself until you were only wearing your bra and panties. The crew had seen you in a swimming suit before, so this was basically the same. And it was dark, so you weren’t worried about him seeing through the fabric once it got wet

You followed Wooyoung into the water and sighed at the feeling surrounding you.

“Feel good?” Wooyoung asked, apprehensively.

“Really good,” you admitted, surprised. Your body had felt heavy and ached for the last few days, but you were suddenly feeling so relieved.

“Seawater restores sirens’ vitality,” Wooyoung commented, very proud of himself. “I read about it.”

“Aaw, were you worried about me?” you teased.

He splashed water on your face as a response. You gasped and splashed him back, starting a childish battle that ended with him holding you tightly against his own body to prevent your attacks.

You were laughing brightly when you felt the soft presence of his lips on yours. It barely lasted a second, but it made all laughter stop.

Your confused eyes met Wooyoung’s untamed ones. He wasn’t laughing, nor did he seem embarrassed or regretful.

“Did that feel good too?” he asked. His voice was thick with implication.

You stared back at him, speechless.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t a love confession,” he said, gently pushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “This is just me saying that I know you’re going through a hard time, and that your body isn’t taking it well. You’re tired, in pain, and so sensitive…” he trailed off.

You blushed. “Woo–”

“I know it’s someone else that you want,” he continued. “But I can help you forget, even if it’s just for a little bit.”

“You don’t have to–”

“You think I get nothing out of it? You may not know this but I have a thing for sirens. I dated one, actually…but things didn’t end up well. I recently found out through Yeosang that she met someone knew,” he chuckled but his laugh sounded empty, hurt. “I should be happy for her. But I can’t bring myself to. Childish, huh?”

“It was you?!” you asked, astonished. “The friend Yeosang told me about–”

“She’s my ex,” Wooyoung confessed. “Well…if you could call that a relationship. We barely held hands or kissed. She was afraid if we…consummated, she would follow me wherever I went. That was smart of her; following a pirate around isn’t anyone’s dream life.”

“Woo…I’m so sorry,” you whispered sympathetically.

“You’re in no position to be sorry about someone else’s love life,” he laughed, earning a playful punch on the shoulder. “What I’m trying to say here is that none of us is with who we want to be, but we have each other…”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” you hesitated.

“Isn’t it tiring to have to pleasure yourself?” he taunted, caressing your waist with intent and making you shiver, suddenly very aware of the proximity and nakedness of you both. “You can’t let the man you love make you cum, and I couldn’t make the woman I loved cum…” he murmured, moving his hands skillfully to give you goosebumps. “Wouldn’t it be poetic if we cum together?”

“The mental gymnastics to get to that conclusion are out of this world,” you joked.

“Y/N,” he groaned. “We’re both lonely and horny, and we’re stuck in a lifestyle that won’t let us have a stable relationship with anyone outside this damn ship. Is it really that crazy to propose we help each other out?”

You considered it for a second. He was making sense; you couldn’t be with Chenle if you wanted to continue your current lifestyle…but Wooyoung would always be there. 

“Captain said no relationships within crew members,” you murmured, holding onto the last argument against this reckless idea.

“Captain doesn’t need to know,” he assured you, closing the distance between your lips and kissing you. You kissed him back, focusing on Wooyoung and trying to forget all about Chenle. Without knowing that you would see him sooner than expected.

“CHENLE!” Kun yelled, bursting into the depressed wolf’s room and yanking the covers away from his limp body. “YOU STUPID BOY!”

After getting over the initial shock, Chenle gave him an unamused glare. “We already established that. No need to yell,” he murmured, reaching for the cover again.

Kun took the cover from his hand and threw it on the floor. He then unclasped from around his neck a golden chain with a doubloon hanging from it and waved it in front of Chenle’s face. “Do you know what this is?” 

“No,” deadpanned Chenle.

“It’s a siren detector,” he replied proudly.

“Why do you even have one of those?” Chenle asked, still uninterested.

“I got it from my time in the navy, of course. All sailors get one for safety.”

“Pff, you were not in the navy,” Chenle scoffed.

“Yes, I was? I sent you postcards?” Kun reminded him offendedly. “Whatever, that’s not the point. The point is we went to the bar where your mate works—“

“You did WHAT?!” Chenle asked outrageously. 

“We were going to convince her to take you back,” Kun continued.

“Nooo,” Chenle groaned, mortified. “How did you even know which bar it was?”

“Jisung led the way,” Kun informed.

Chenle glared at Jisung who was standing awkwardly next to Renjun.

“Sorry,” Jisung mumbled. “Didn’t want you to be sad…”

Chenle sighed. “You should have asked me— did you steal that glass?”

Jisung looked at the glass he was holding, still half full of alcohol. “We left in a hurry and I kinda panicked.”

“As I was saying,” Kun demanded everyone’s attention. “Whenever I got near your mate the detector started burning my skin. I asked her where she was from and she named an island that is located in the Forbidden Sea, which is where you can find  the biggest population of merpeople.”

Chenle stared at him dumbly.

“You imprinted on a siren!” Kun exclaimed exasperatedly. “Well, probably a half-siren…she seems to be able to spend long periods of time on land.”

“…That’s ridiculous. I would have noticed if my mate had a fishtail.”

“I guess they don’t teach you guys anatomy in school anymore,” Kun said. “That’s a myth. Sirens look like any other human. Some historical jerk assumed they had tails because the lower part of their bodies often remained hidden under the water. They have legs just like us, and they sometimes come to land, but they need sea water to survive. My guess is Y/N gets easy access to the water by traveling with pirates.”

“But… it can’t be…”

“It makes perfect sense,” Renjun interjected. “Sirens are famous for their mind control. Think about it: isn’t it weird that you always agreed to everything she said?”

Again, Chenle glared at Jisung, who must have spilled the beans about that too.

 “I don’t know, man,” he sighed tiredly. “Maybe I’m just a simp.”

“No but—“ Jisung spoke nervously. “That night when you met her you were so out of it. All you kept saying was that you didn’t want to mark her. Isn’t that weird?”

Chenke knitted his brows. It was kind of weird. “Maybe it was the fever.”

“Just try to remember,” Renjun insisted. “Did you ever have any disagreement that ended with you saying something out of character? Something that you didn’t understand why you were saying?”

Chenle froze. Every encounter with you had ended like that. Suddenly it all made sense.

Holy fuck. He had been played.

 He groaned and pulled his hair. “So Y/N is a master manipulator. Why does it matter? She doesn’t want to see me.”

”That’s the weird part,” Kun says hurriedly. “I heard her speaking with the other bartender, saying something about not seeing her mate for a week. Your relationship,” he said that word making air quotes with his hands, “ended a week ago. So that has to be referring to you, right? That means she imprinted on you too. But if that’s really the case then she wouldn’t be able to stand being away from you after you guys slept together,” he ranted nonsensically. 

Chenle wasn’t really following. He was still trying to process that he imprinted on a siren, and now Kun was saying that you probably imprinted on him too. He didn’t even know sirens imprinted.

“Maybe sexual relationships aren’t that important for her,” Renjun said, trying to make sense of the situation. 

“Sex is a sacred ritual between siren mates,” Kun contradicted Renjun’s theory. “When a siren is brought to their climax by the one they imprinted on it’s game over. The bond is sealed for eternity. Seriously, guys, what are they teaching you in school?”

“Not how to mate with sirens, clearly,” Renjun replied sarcastically, making Jisung choke on his drink.

“Orgasms seal the bond…” Chenle mumbled, sitting up as he pieced together everything he heard. “Game over…”

“Exactly,” Kun said, excited that at least one of them was paying attention and learning from him. “But then she probably wasn’t talking about you when she mentioned a mate because she shouldn’t be able to live without you after two months of–” 

“I didn’t make her cum,” Chenle admitted.

The room was silent.

“You mean– last time you were together?” Renjun offered.

“Ever,” Chenle deadpanned.

Jisung gasped. “You never told me that!” he accused.

“Yeah, thank god, or you would have told everyone!” Chenle rolled his eyes.

“I get nervous when interrogated!” Jisung defended himself.

“Chenle!” Kun shrieked. “Are you saying that in two months of being fuckbuddies,” he stressed, “ you didn’t make her cum once?!”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Chenle replied.

“Right,” Renjun said sarcastically.

“She kept telling me that I wasn’t good enough. That I didn’t deserve to touch her!” Chenle huffed, incredulous at what he was learning. “Whenever she was about to cum she would stop me with that sickeningly sweet voice of hers–”

“The siren voice,” Kun nodded, starting to understand what was happening.

“And I would always end up doing as she said and–I don’t know I thought it was like a weird kink of hers, or that I really was that bad in bed,” Chenle groaned. 

“She was stopping you from consummating the bond,” Renjun breathed out, catching up.

“Wait what?” Jisung asked.

“She imprinted on Chenle and she knew if he made her orgasm  she would be bonding with him forever,” Kun explained. “She literally hypnotized him to make sure he never made her cum.”

“That’s a whole new level of commitment issues…” Jisung said incredulously. “And gaslighting,” he added,  not believing that someone would go that far. 

But Chenle didn’t doubt you would do all that and more to get what you wanted. You were literally insane.  

“Fucking bitch,” he grunted, getting out of bed and exiting the room.

“Where are you going?” Jisung asked.

“Where do you think?!” Chenle yelled back.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Renjun warned, running after him, followed by Jisung and Kun.

“You either wait here or you come with, but you’re not stopping me,” Chenle grunted, opening the front door and walking out of the house in his pajamas.

The three werewolves exchanged worried looks before following Chenle to his car. Kun ended up driving because Chenle’s hands were shaking with rage, and the car was barely parked near the port when Chenle sprinted toward the imposing ship. 

The bar was closed, and everyone was probably asleep, but Chenle didn’t give a damn. He was going to wake up the entire town if he had to.

But he didn’t have to, because he heard you.

It was distant and weak. You were giggling and whimpering, and at some point, he even thought he heard his name. But where–?

He almost tripped when he stepped on…pants? And there were other pieces of clothing too– Was that your top?!

“You okay?” asked an unfamiliar male voice.

“F-fine,” you croaked.

“That good, huh?” the stranger asked.

“Shut up,” you replied playfully.

The voices were getting closer and Chenle’s enhanced vision could see you swimming toward the dock…with a man. 

“It must have been good,” the man insisted. “You were so out of it that you called me a totally different name.”

“Woo,” you whined, ashamed. “I’m sorry–” 

He pecked your lips. “It’s fine,” he assured you with a smile, reaching for the wooden surface. “You’ll get it right next time–,” his sentence was interrupted when out of nowhere someone grabbed him and pulled him out of the water aggressively. 

Your eyes widened in fear when you saw Chenle, manhandling Wooyoung with murderous intent. The pirate landed on his back on the dock with a loud thud and winced, but that was only the beginning of the pain Chenle had planned for him. 

“C-chenle!” you shrieked, getting out of the water. “Chenle, stop!”

“I’ll deal with you later,” he growled at you, getting back to beating the shit out of the man who had dared to kiss you.

Desperately, you yelled at him to stop, tried to pull him away from Wooyoung, and finally screamed for help, hoping at least one of your crew members would hear you.

Luckily, Yunho came running out of the ship, closely followed by Mingi, who looked half-asleep. They quickly assessed the situation and charged in to separate the two men. San and Yeosang joined the scene right after, helping Wooyoung get up and trying to get him away from the threat.

“I’ll teach you not to touch what isn’t yours,” Chenle growled, breaking free from Yunho and Mingi’s grasp, but thankfully Kun, Renjun and a terrified Jisung stepped in, not letting him reach the poor man. 

“Leave right now or I’ll call the police,” Seongwha spoke authoritatively, standing between his crew and the werewolves.

“Call the police then!” Chenle challenged petulantly. “See if I care. One of my pack is fucking a police officer so they can’t do shit to us–” he suddenly fell on the floor completely unconscious. Behind him, there was Jongho.

“I hit a pressure point so he’ll be asleep for a bit,” Jongho explained calmly. “Not for long though, so you should get him out of here fast.”

The three werewolves nodded quickly, and mumbled a thousand apologies while they grabbed his unconscious pack member and dragged him away. 

Seungwha quickly instructed the crew to take Wooyoung inside and tend to his wounds before turning to you. “Y/N, Captain wants to see you.”

The crew turned to look at you, failing to mask the fear in their eyes. They knew that if the Captain asked you to go to his cabin, it meant you were in huge trouble.

You lowered your head and nodded obediently, grabbing your clothes and boarding the ship. You quickly dried your body and put on some clothes before walking to the Captain’s cabin with trembling legs.

“Come in,” he said before you could even knock.

The antique door opened with a quiet squeak.

Captain Hongjoong was standing by a small window while playfully tossing his spyglass from one hand to the other.

“Did you ask to see me?” you asked nervously.

“I did,” he hummed calmly. “Had fun with Wooyoung?”

Your blood ran cold. There was no way he could have found out this fast, could he?

He chuckled. “Come here, Y/N.”

You took hesitant steps toward him until you were face to face.

“Look outside” he instructed,positioning so you were looking out the window. “What do you see?”

You saw the dock where the fight had happened and if you moved a bit to the right you could see the exact spot where you and Wooyoung had been fooling around. Could he have seen–?

“Saw it all,” he purred next to your ear, answering your unvoiced question. “Can’t say I’m surprised. If someone was going to break that rule it was Wooyoung.”

“It wasn’t his fault–”

“Please,” Hongjoong laughed, sitting on a chair made out of a barrel. “You want me to believe that Wooyoung wasn’t the one who started this? I know my crew,” he said, gesturing at the chair in front of him for you to take a seat too.

“He was only trying to help,” you explained, sitting down.

“Yeah, because you broke up with rich boy, right? Maybe if you hadn’t used your siren voice on him things wouldn’t have ended like that.”

You gasped in surprise. He knew about that?! 

He gasped too, mocking you. “Told you, Y/N. I know my crew,” he informed you, changing his tone to a more serious one. “Relationships within the crew are a rule that could be bent if necessary… but I strictly forbade you from bewitching people.”

“I–I know…”

“Wooyoung and you hooked up, alright, no problem. You’re both adults. But what you did to that man,” he said pointing at the window, “was take away his autonomy for your benefit.”

You nodded slowly, ashamed. 

“I’ve been waiting to see if you would solve things on your own, but now one of my men is hurt. You did that,” he accused.

You winced. “I understand. I’ll pack my things,” you said.

Hongjoong frowned.“Why would you do that?”

“I broke the rules and I put the crew in danger. So I gotta leave, right?”

“That would be the easy way out,” he said sternly. “You can’t abandon people whenever you fail them.”

“Then what should I do?”

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry,” you said immediately.

“Not to me. To Chenle Zhong.”

Wow. He even knew his full name.

“I ended things with him,” you explained.

“But did you apologize?”

“He’ll move on and find someone better.”

“Did.you.apologize?”

You sighed in defeat. “...No.”

“Do it,” he commanded. “In person.”

You nodded right when someone knocked on the door softly.

“Come in,” Hongjoong said.

Seongwha walked in. “Wooyoung will be fine. Only a few bruises, but no broken bones.”

“Good,” Hongjoong sighed. “Tell him he’s grounded.”

“Of course,”  Seongwha said, but shot you a worried look. “What about Y/N?”

“She has her own task to complete, isn’t that right?” he said, looking at you solemnly.

And that’s how you found yourself unblocking Chenle and texting him, asking him if you could meet. The message showed as read for hours until he finally replied setting a time and date.

He picked you up like he often did in the past, before shit hit the fan. At first you refused to get in the car.

“I’ll be quick,” you said.

“I won’t,” he countered angrily. “I have a lot to say, and you’re gonna listen. Get in.”

His voice left no room for disobedience, so you nervously got in the car. This time he drove in a totally different direction. 

“Where are we going?” you asked.

He didn’t reply. He remained silent even when the car stopped in front of a huge modern building, taking you into the elevator and, once again, pressing the button to go to the highest floor. 

You were in awe when you entered a place as luxurious as the presidential suite, but more homelike. It was a spacious penthouse, with minimum decoration, like it had been recently purchased, with enormous windows that allowed you to see the ocean.

“I’m listening,” Chenle said dryly, standing in front of the window and watching the striking view.

You stood behind him, taking a deep breath in to brace yourself. “There’s something you must know,” you started saying.

He kept his eyes on the view, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m part siren. Sirens can control people’s minds with their voices…and I did that to you.”

He clenched his jaw but remained silent, 

“Everytime you came too close I made you believe that you didn’t actually want that. I treated you like shit to keep you under control, but the truth was that I was afraid of what would happen if we went further. I’m sorry,” you finally said. 

He turned around, glaring at you. “You’re sorry? Do you think you can use and humiliate someone repeatedly and then just say you’re sorry?”

You shook your head. “I know what I did was awful. That’s why I ended things; so you can forget about me and move on.”

“That’s your way of fixing things?” He laughed humorlessly. “Imagine someone broke your leg and then they put a fucking sticker on it, telling you to forget about it. Can you go run a marathon?”

“...That’s not the same–”

“That’s what it felt like to me,” he insisted. “You broke me every time you told me I didn’t deserve you. Everytime you made me say what we had wasn’t special. You don’t get to step on me like that and then tell me to move on.”

“I’m trying to do what’s right.”

“No. You’re doing what’s easier.” 

“Chenle I–,” you sighed. “I’m leaving in three days. There’s nothing I can do for you at this point.”

He met your gaze with eyes that reflected a storm of emotions. 

“There’s something,” he said firmly. “Kiss me.”

A shiver ran down your spine. There was nothing you would like more than to kiss him. “Wouldn’t that make things worse?” you asked apprehensive.

“The person I imprinted on used me for months and is leaving in 3 days. Things can’t possibly get worse for me,” Chenle deadpanned. He stared at your lips and took one of your hands tenderly. “Can you let me have just one moment with you that feels real? Without the lies and the mind games?”

You breathed out against his lips. “O-okay…”

Chenle’s lips were on yours, slow and hot. You felt like you were floating. It had been so long since the last time you were this close to him, you had forgotten how well his lips fit into yours, how gratifying his body felt against yours, how easily he could turn you on with his fingertips barely grazing your skin.

You couldn’t remember why you turned down his touch in the past when it was clearly what you needed the most–even the body ache you had woken up with was subsiding thanks to his ministrations.

It was the little moan that escaped you what brought you back to reality by the time he had taken your shirt off and was kissing your chest while playing with the strap of your bra.

“Chenle,” you moaned when he unclasped your bra and attached his lips to your tits. “I t-think we should stop now–”

He ignored your concerns, sucking on your nipple languidly. 

“Ooh– Chenle I’m serious,” you started to panic at how dangerously good you were starting to feel. With how sensitive you were since you imprinted on him and how much you had been craving for him it wouldn’t take long for you to climax…and that’s a luxury you couldn’t afford if you were to leave with the crew in a couple of days.

“Don’t be like that,” he cooed, unbuttoning your jeans. “You hardly ever allowed me to touch you during our encounters. You can’t expect me to be satisfied with just a kiss when this could be the last time I see you.”

“T-then how about I make y-you feel good instead?” you offered nervously, trying to pull his hands away from you, but he quickly slapped your hands away.

“I don’t think so. We did things your way many times already. It’s my turn to make you cum,” he declared, pulling your pants down hastily.

“NO! WAIT!” you shrieked, grabbing his hands with all your strength.

Chenle stared into your eyes intently. “There’s that terrified expression again,” he uttered. “It’s almost like you don’t want to cum. But that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it?” he taunted. “Unless there’s something you aren’t telling me…”

You gulped.You indeed hadn’t told him you imprinted on him and what the consequences of an orgasm would be. “I…I just–That’s n-not why I came here–”

“What’s so terrifying about me making you cum, hmm?” he inquired darkly, like he already knew the answer, cornering you against the window glass. “If you don’t give me a good reason I won’t stop.”

You couldn’t tell him, because if you did then you were 100% sure he wouldn’t stop. You didn’t want to do this again, but you didn’t see any other way out right now.

“Pup, listen to me–” you spoke sweetly but he clasped his hand on your mouth firmly.

“No, you won’t,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “You apologize for bewitching me, but you try to do it again the second things don’t go as you planned?” he asked incredulously. 

You squirmed but he didn't budge.

Chenle hummed, placing his free hand on the front of your neck and tracing his fingers over your throat, drawing what felt like random figures. “What a shame. That was your last chance.” 

You gasped for air when he finally uncovered your mouth, but when you tried to speak again no words came out.

You cleared your throat and opened your mouth again, but even though you were saying words, they didn’t materialize into sounds.

You looked at Chenle in shock, and he smirked back at you.

“It’s not nice, huh? Not being able to say what you want,” he asked rhetorically.

‘What did you do?!’ you tried to ask, but of course once again nothing came out of your mouth. 

Chenle understood your voiceless question though and he chuckled. “Here goes my first confession: I found out about what you were a few days ago. I’ve been thinking of ways to stop you from using that voice on me since then. At first I thought about choking you, but I was so fucking mad at you I was afraid I would end up breaking your neck, so I learned how to cast this little spell on your vocal chords.”

Your eyes widened, remembering how you thought that he was just caressing your neck seconds ago.

“I also know you imprinted on me,” he continued speaking, caressing your face. “And I know what will happen if I make you cum so, naturally, I will make it happen.”

Your instinct kicked in and you pushed him, trying to get away as fast as you could, but he quickly caught you and turned you around, pushing you against the window glass with him hugging you from behind. You shivered when the cold material made contact with your bare chest, and the beautiful city view reminded you of how embarrassingly exposed you were.

Chenle’s hand had already found its way into your panties, and he was pleasuring you skillfully and fast, with only one objective in mind.

“Here goes my second confession: I regret not killing that friend of yours,” he whispered next to your ear, while two of his fingers were buried inside of you. “Can’t believe you let him have you like this before me. It drove me mad to find out what you sound like when you’re cumming while in another man’s arms. But what made me even more furious was that you moaned my name. How fucking shameless can you be?”

You wanted to dig a hole and hide in it forever, but first you needed to run away.

He clicked his tongue when you kicked your leg back aimlessly trying to get him off you. “You’re being so rude when I’m making you feel so good you’re dripping down my hand?” He asked, adding a third finger and making you tighten around him.

You shook your head and tried to look at him over your shoulder, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, stilling his fingers inside of you.

You nodded promptly.

He sighed. “I guess I should respect your wishes just like you respected mine–Oh, right,” he pretended to suddenly remember something important. “You didn’t,” he concluded, fucking his fingers into you fast and hard.

You would have screamed if you could. You were so close and it was both marvelous and horrifying. If you gave in it would change your life forever, so you tried to even your breath and will yourself to think of something else.

“Would you look at that?” Chenle taunted. “I can see your ship from here…It’s a shame they’re too far to see how much of an obedient girl you’re being for me, taking my fingers so well, about to give yourself to me completely.”

You did not want anyone to see you like this, but you tried to remind yourself that this penthouse was on the highest floor in an exclusive neighborhood. Surely no one could see you.

“Mm…should I bite you before or after I get you off?” Chenle asked, placing a wet kiss on your neck.

You squirmed helplessly. At this point you knew you wouldn’t break free, and that your efforts were in vain, but you were too stubborn to accept your fate.

“I’m tired of waiting,” he said, abusing that spot that had you rolling your eyes while using his other hand to rub your clit roughly. “Give it to me now.”

Your ears rang and the city lights in front of you became blurry. You felt like the world was spinning around you while the tingly feeling that sometimes you experienced in your fingertips expanded through your body. 

‘Chenle, Chenle, Chenle’ was the only thought in your mind. His firm hands on your body, his warm respiration on your neck, his expensive cologne invading your nostrils, his luscious voice murmuring words you couldn’t comprehend right now–he was everywhere. The feeling was so overwhelming, unlike any orgasm any man had ever given you before. There was no way back now. You were–

“All mine,” Chenle chuckled, removing his hands from your underwear and placing one of them on your throat to remove the spell. “Was that really so bad?” he asked, turning you around to face him.

You glared at him. “Y-you–,” you coughed and spoke shakily, still riding the neverending aftershoks of your orgasm. “Do you k-know what you just d-did?!”

“I’m fully aware,” he replied nonchalantly.

“I won’t be able to leave, you asshole!” you yelled at him as tears started forming in your eyes. “You ruined my life!”

The hand that was on your neck squeezed your throat.

“Like I said, I know what I did. That’s why I did it,” he grunted. “And just for your information, I only reversed the spell to hear you moan. Not for you to get bratty and annoying, so if you try to bewitch me or yell at me one more time you won’t be speaking until the end of my rut.”

You paled. “Y-your rut?!” you choked out.

“Third confession,” Chenle whispered against your lips. “I chose this night to meet because my rut is scheduled to start anytime soon. And you’re gonna help me through it.”

You kicked his leg just out of pettiness. You knew it probably didn’t hurt much and it wouldn’t get you out of this predicament, but you didn’t know how else to voice your anger.

He gave you an unamused look. “That’s it,” he growled, lifting you in his arms and throwing you over his shoulder unceremoniously. You squirmed, kicked, and hit whatever part of him you could reach but it only seemed to add to the punishment that was coming. 

He opened the door to a bedroom, which was also surrounded by wide windows. Like the living room, it wasn’t fully furnished or decorated, but there was a king size bed in the middle and a nightstand, which was all that Chenle needed right now. 

He sat on the bed and manhandled you so you were lying on your belly on his lap, and before you had the chance to ask anything or complain you felt a sharp pain on your ass.

“You’re going to behave,” he guaranteed, landing another slap that made you gasp. “Even if I have to force you to.”

You tried to keep your mouth shut. If he had reversed the spell because he wanted to hear you moan then you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing a single sound from you.

After spanking you a couple more times he noticed what you were trying to pull.

“Really?” he asked, giving you a particularly hard smack that almost made you give in. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured.

He moved you onto the bed, removed your panties hastily and positioned you so your legs were hanging off the bed while still on your belly. You turned your head around suspiciously but you didn’t see him. You were going to sit up when you felt a pair of firm hands gripping your asscheeks and something warm and wet grazing your inner labia. 

You yelped and Chenle chuckled against your center before diving in.

It had been a long time since someone ate you out from behind; usually you were the one in charge, so being in such a compromising position was humiliating yet he was making you feel so good…

No. You couldn’t let him know you were enjoying this. You bit your lip and grasped onto the bed sheets desperately.

His tongue slid inside of you and he landed another slap on your ass, feeling you clench around the wet muscle. He pulled away for a second to say some cheeky comment, but a malicious kick almost landed on his face.

Furiously, he stood up and climbed on the bed, grabbing you as you were crawling away and forcing you to turn around to face him.

“What the fuck was that?” he growled. 

“Fuck you!” you hissed in response.

“Fucking brat,” he spat, unbuckling his belt and straddling you. “After all you’ve done you think you have the right to be angry?”

“Oh and you’re any better?” you asked indignantly. “You forced an orgasm out of me even though you knew what that implied–”

“Agreed,” he conceded, unbuttoning his pants. “We’re both terrible people and now we’re stuck together, so you might as well get used to it–”

“I may be bonded to you but you don’t own me! I’m sure Yeosang can help me find a way to undo this–Hhmp!” your ranting was interrupted by Chenle grabbing your jaw firmly and  shoving his cock in your mouth, absolutely not in the mood to listen anymore.

“Mm, yeah that’s better,” he hummed, thrusting the head of his cock in and out slowly. “Such a beautiful voice but all that comes out of your mouth is poisonous.”

You tried to complain, but the vibrations only pleased Chenle even more. 

“Yeah, go on, princess,” he encouraged you mockingly, sinking some more of his length into your mouth. 

You shot him a dirty look and hollowed your cheeks to give a hard suck, tasting the salty liquid that the tip oozed.

He moaned and his body bent in pleasure. “Oh yeah?” he sneered, pulling out slightly to thrust back in. “Do your worst, princess, fuck–”

“Hmm,” you moaned around him, stretching your lips and straining your neck to bob your head. 

Chenle felt like his head was spinning. You had pleasured him with your mouth before, but this was different. He had never had so much power over you. It made him feel euphoric. He placed his hands on your head to keep you in place, pulling your hair unintentionally. His mouth hung slack and he fucked your mouth rhythmically.

It took you choking when his cock hit the back of your throat for him to cum in your mouth with a guttural moan, trapping your head between his pelvis and the mattress until you drank every single drop.

With a jaded sigh, he climbed off your chest to start going lower, kissing every corner of your body on the way until he positioned himself with his face between your legs to continue what he had started.

You let out a broken moan when he captured your clit with his mouth and sucked insistently. 

Your legs kicked his back and you pulled his hair angrily but you couldn’t refrain from moaning, much to his delight.  He sucked, and sucked until the stimulation was painful, and almost wished he moved his mouth somewhere else but he was suctioning your clit with obsessive intent, wanting it to feel so good it hurt, wanting to break you.

He alternated between flattening his tongue against you while shaking his head and going back to harsh sucking until your stomach contorts and your mind goes blank, making your legs shake in pleasure.

…Except he doesn’t stop. 

It was the first time he had you cum in his mouth and now he was captivated. He wished you had let him do this sooner. How dare you keep this away from him all this time?! 

“Do it again,” he grumbled against your core  between sloppy licks.

“Are y-haa…are you insane?!” you whined, trying to push him away.

He looked up at you with reddened eyes and growled, slapping your inner thigh.

“I said,” he spoke roughly. “Do it again,” he commanded, getting back to work.

This time he was all over the place, licking and slurping every drop of your release and making you shriek in pleasure and embarrassment. He wouldn’t let any of it go to waste. This belonged to him. You belonged to him. And he would take it as many times as he wanted.

You trembled when he once again focused your clit, like it was his new favorite toy, and circled it with his tongue going clockwise and then counterclockwise, and then flicking it barely with the tip of his tongue.

You whined and the death grip you had on his hair to push him away ended up pushing his head closer to your center.

He moaned appreciatively and let you fuck his face until he heard you gasp brokenly, so he sucked hard, bringing you to yet another orgasm. 

Your body relaxed on the bed while he cleaned you up with his tongue languidly, making you wince and convulse sporadically. 

Once he finally licked all he could find, he climbed back up so he was face to face with you.

“I hate you,” you croaked.

“Yeah?” he purred, kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “I don’t think you do…And even if you did, that’s too bad, because I’m obsessed with you,” he concluded, diving in for another kiss.

He was right, you didn’t hate him. You were just mad, and scared, but you loved his lips on yours, and the way his body rocked against yours, and his hard cock pushing against your entrance–

“Ah–haaa, fuck–Chenle!” you moaned loudly when he pushed in slowly, stretching you out delightfully. 

He swallowed your moans with his kisses, between hushed praises for taking him so well. 

“My pretty princess…” he breathed out once he bottomed up completely. He grabbed one of your thighs and pushed it up and outwards before rolling his hips experimentally. He starts very slowly, allowing you to feel every vein of his cock dragging against your inner walls and you have no words to describe how good it feels.

His eyes lit up when he hit a spot that made you arch your back, aiming to hit it harder.

“What happened to that fierce attitude?” he teased when you let out a strangled moan.

You only looked at him with wide eyes, grabbing onto his shoulders clumsily without knowing what to do with yourself. Having him inside of you after having consummated the bond made everything feel 10 times more intense. There was nothing you could possibly say to express how good it felt to have your mate’s cock kissing your cervix so divinely. 

“Poor Y/N,” Chenle spoke condescendingly, using his thumb to wipe some drool off the corner of your mouth. “Cock so good you can’t speak?”

You try to think of a comeback. You really do, but how could you when he was filling you all the way up and hitting all the right places–at the same time?

He chuckled darkly, snapping his hips hard once, twice and then building up a steady rhythm that had you screaming like he always wanted you to.

“Oh g-god…” was the first coherent sentence you said, throwing your head back.

 “That’s my princess,” he praised, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “Submitting for her mate–haa…,” he moaned as he nosed along your neck, looking for the right spot to leave his mark.

“C-chenle–” you whined, feeling yourself getting closer the more his pelvis grinded against your clit.

He sank his teeth into your skin and you felt that white pleasure consume you again, making you cum with a silent scream and your legs shake around Chenle’s waist.

He winced when you contracted around his cock, murmuring nonsense about how tight and perfect you were for him while licking the fresh wound on your neck.

You were shaking like a leaf, whispering his name like it was the only thing you knew and he just didn’t stop.

“Fuck! P-please!” you cried out when he pressed his hips against yours harshly and moved them in a circular way before resuming his unrelenting assault. 

You didn’t think you could take any more so you tried to push him away weakly, but he pinned you down by your wrists. 

Both of you knew you weren’t actually trying to rebel anymore, but his wolf loved to show off his strength, making you submit. He had wanted to dominate you the moment he met you, but his rut had turned that want into a need. 

“C-can’t,” you sobbed, but the more you squirmed, the harder he fucked you.

“You’re g-gonna take it,” he grunted, squeezing your wrists and thrusting fast enough to make you see stars. 

Tears slid down your face but you nodded obediently and that sent Chenle into a frenzy. He let go of your wrists to grab onto your waist, sitting up and ramming into you at a speed he didn’t know he was capable of.

“Aah…Haa, fuck, Y/N–my obedient little mate, yeah…” he moaned.

You whined at the praise, letting him fuck every coherent thought out of your head.

“All you have t-to do is take it,” he spoke with slurred words as he impaled you into his cock like a ragdoll. “Let me have you like this,” he emphasized the last word with a hard thrust. “Let me m-make you feel good mm…”

You nodded dumbly while he pounded you on the bed.

“Look this pretty–oh fuck, so pretty for me,” he sounded strained, and his movements were haltering. “Let me g-give you anything you could…oooh anything y-you could possibly want,” he was getting desperate, feeling his knot starting to form was pushing him over the edge. “L-let me…,” he gulped, forcing his knot into you and making you scream. “Oooh Y/N, fuuuck–”

You couldn’t breathe. It was too much. He was too deep, and he was trying to pull you impossibly closer as his cock throbbed inside of you and he finally came with a shaky sigh, shooting endless spurts of cum inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back as he convulsed on top of you, once again pinning your wrists just for show, to remind you he was in charge.

Once both of you came down from your high, Chenle took in the view and beamed with pride. 

You were sprawled out on your back, with his mark on your neck, fucked dumb, submissive, completely overstimulated, impaled on his cock, and full of what soon would be his pups. 

This was what he would wake up to everyday, in this very apartment he had bought for both of you.

Meanwhile, on the ship, Captain Hongjoong put his spyglass down and walked away from the window, letting out an impressed whistle.

“Seongwha, make preparations for a farewell party,” he requested, sitting on his chair and putting his feet on the table. “Looks like Y/N’s staying in this town.”

“You’re so mean,” Seongwha replied, unimpressed. “You knew this would happen when you sent her to speak with him.”

“She’ll thank me one day,” Hongjoong assured him, winking playfully.

[strongheartneteyam]

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to @cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems 

Part 3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: reader overthinking way too much, trust issues all around, a bunch of angst, interspecies relationship, sexual tension, sexual content, past relationship trauma, commitment issues, reader feeling unlovable, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, exophilia, size kink, creampie, dominant reader, sub neteyam, use of "good boy", slight degradation kink, sex under rain (don't ask lol), territorial and possessive neteyam, neteyam wants to make reader his mate

Hi, my cute readers <3 I haven't posted an actual full smut in a good while lol Took me some time to write this chapter, ngl, but I kinda like the result. I always fantasized about dominating Neteyam so, today I HAD to finally write my fantasies down lol if y'all like the way I write dominant reader x sub neteyam, I can maybe write more smuts like this in the future. Lemme know what you think in the comments. It always makes me happy to read your words of love and encouragement. I love every single one of you. I don't have much to say now because I'm feeling pretty sad and idk... I just wanted to thank y'all for all the support you give me. You guys are truly precious to me. You'll never know how much. Here's a virtual hug to y'all 🥰

Slightly proofread.

Part 2: I know you're dying to meet me

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I know you wanna slip under my armor

See, everywhere I go I got a million different people trynna hit it

But I'm still alone in my mind

I know you're dying to meet me

But I can just tell you this

Baby, as soon as you meet me

You'll wish that you never did

Alone (Halsey)

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Your heart was beating dangerously fast and you could not speak. Neteyam had a power over you, whether you liked admitting it or not. He had you weak in the knees for him as he kept you imprisoned between his tall, broad body and the big tree behind you.

How was he making you so vulnerable? You hadn't felt like that when it came to guys in so long. You feared what that feeling could mean.

Neteyam knelt on the ground so you could look at him without hurting your neck.

"Sevin tawtute…" (pretty human) "I want you so bad. All of you, syulang…" (flower) "I know you want me too. You came and you're here with me. There's no need to play hard to get anymore." 

Fighting against the rational part of your brain, you let your desire for him take over and moved your hand until it touched his chest, your fingers tracing his mesmerizing stripes that were a shade of blue darker than the rest of his skin.

"That's right, tawtute" Neteyam cooed, his breath faltering, your delicate touch giving him a rush of adrenaline, making him want you even more than he already did "Surrender to me."

You kept your hand on his warm chest and looked up at his face with eyes that were obviously bewitched by him as your mouth hanged slighty open. You could not hide what you felt anymore. Neteyam could tell how much you wanted that too, how much your body was calling for him as much as his body called for yours.

Neteyam looked deep inside your eyes with his big golden ones and grabbed you roughly by the waist, his huge hands squeezing you tight. His gaze never left yours. Neteyam kept your bodies together by holding you firmly against him. You felt like the air in your lungs was slipping away. You got even more breathless when he rubbed his hard cock against your pussy, making you give out a breathy, low moan.

His cock was still covered by his loincloth but you could feel it really well as he pressed it over your entrance. The thin fabric didn't do much to conceal his need. God, was he big…. Big is not even the word for it. And thick too. Your juices were leaving you all sticky between the legs.

It started raining. You had always loved when it rained while you were at the beach back on Earth and it was not different here on Pandora. You loved to go inside the Metkayina sea and feel water all around you, coming from below and above. 

It was cold now. You wanted Neteyam's warmth but didn't wanna ask for it. You were cold and his huge na'vi body would help you get warm.

Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if you gave in to him. You were already there, in front of his hammock. You came to meet him, right? So you might as well give him what he wants. Sex. Isn't that what all guys want? The only thing they want? To fuck you and then leave you alone crying, if you're foolish enough to fall for them? At least that's how it had been for you all your life. You weren't even sure if you still believed somebody could ever fall in love with you. Or fall in love and stay. You didn't know. You were shivering with the cool water falling over your skin, giving you goosebumps and it was hard to think straight.

"You're cold, yawntutsyìp." Neteyam looked worried "Come. Let's lay on my hammock together and I'll keep you warm."

You thought twice before accepting it. But you ended up giving in and letting him take you by the hand and lead you to his huge hammock. You looked at it and realized how humongous it was compared to the hammocks that were made for humans. There were some back in the laboratory. 

When the both of you stopped in front of his hammock, you took a good look at Neteyam's body. It was now even sexier with the drops of rain rolling down his toned chest and abdomen. You watched as the droplets fell through his thick thighs too. You had to admit he was fucking hot and you truly understood why he was so popular with girls. But that could also mean he was full of himself. You didn't know him well, you two had seen each other many times before but only from some distance. Neteyam had never talked to you before that night, even though you had noticed him looking at you many times when you had to go do some scientific researches on his tribe and he was around with his siblings. You never paid that much attention to it, though. You were used to guys looking at you. Not to be cocky or anything but you had been called "pretty" all your life and you knew you were attractive to many guys out there. Neteyam was just one of them, even if he stood out among the other na'vi for his uncommon beauty and you did, yes, feel drawn to him.

You watched Neteyam laying down on his hammock, his thick, fleshy thighs spreading over its surface. The stripes all over his thighs caught your attention again. You didn't understand why but you felt extremely attracted to his stripes. They made him exotic, different from what you're used to, unique… Looking at his beautiful dark blue stripes made you wanna bite his thighs.

You looked at him, still nervous but soon enough you gave in and laid next to him, by his side, your body pressing against his. Neteyam rapidly put his arm around your shoulders and, as his arms were huge compared to the ones of a human, his arm covered all of your torso too. You felt a little less cold now.

"You're so tense, tawtute. Relax, hm? Here, lemme make it better." 

Neteyam took your face inside his huge hand, its warmth spreading all over your cheek as he got his mouth close to yours and softly kissed your lips. He took your lips inside his mouth slowly but eagerly and you felt pleasure creeping in all over your pussy. You finally started relaxing and a moan escaped your lips when his tongue touched yours and massaged it softly, over and over. Neteyam took that as a green flag that meant he could be bolder now.

He started to hike up your light violet dress that was soaked by the rain, exposing your thighs to him. Neteyam ran his hand up and down your left thigh "Hmm, tawtute… You're so fucking perfect. Damn, I can't believe you're here in my arms."

"Neteyam?" You said, out of breath

"Yeah?" His eyes were still fixated on your thighs 

"Can I try something?"

"What do you mean?" Neteyam questioned

"I wanna dominate you, Neteyam. I wanna ride your cock." Your eyes were now seductive as you stared at him, your expression serious but alluring

Neteyam was caught by surprise. He did not expect you to say those words. But it did not mean he didn't like hearing them.

"Ah, baby… That's how I wanna see you. I wanna see you showing me your wild side. Wanna see my tawtute let go of her worries and just enjoy this night with me." a smile full of satisfaction adorned his beautiful full lips

You knew that meant he wanted to be dominated by you. 

As you started taking your dress off, Neteyam's eyes were glued on your body. He wanted to feel every inch of you. He was in love with every single part of your body.

Neteyam watched you slid your panties down your legs and sit on top of him. You started rubbing your soaking wet pussy on his hard cock, still covered by his loincloth, and he whimpered at the friction. You didn't care about your worries anymore. All you wanted was to feel that huge, delicious cock inside of you.

"You're gonna have to take this off for me. I have no idea how to take your loincloth off. Seems complicated to put on." Your fingers grabbed the string of his loincloth and you were smiling and looking at him

He smiled widely, a dirty look on his face "That shouldn't be a problem. Give me a second, syulang."

Neteyam took his loincloth off with ease as he was more than used to putting it on and taking it off every single day. You thought the way he did that was so fucking enticing. Damn, every single thing that alien boy did was attractive in your eyes.

Once his cock was out and it moved back, towards his abdomen, you felt something primal coming over you. You wasted no time. In a second you were already on top of him, taking his big blue cock inside your small hand and burying it inside of you. Neteyam groaned when he felt your gummy, wet walls squeezing his girthy cock.

"Hmmghh…" You couldn't help but moan because of his size

"I know, tawtute… You feel so fucking good too…" He mewled

Neteyam's cock was so big it reached the tip of your womb every time you rode him. It hurt you but it felt so insanely good at the same time. You knew your pussy would feel bruised and used the next morning but you wanted that. You wanted to spend the whole day being reminded of how Neteyam's huge cock had been deep inside of you.

You could not stop grinding on him. You loved knowing he was so desired by so many girls but tonight he was only yours. That made you feel hot since you knew you were pretty enough to not only get his attention but to make him spend all that time back in the party trying to get you. And he did. He got you good.

Neteyam cupped both your breasts and squeezed them gently

"So fucking soft, oeyä tawtute…" (my human) "Just like I thought they would be."

You put your hands over his four finger hands and kept them there while you kept moving your hips, riding him like that cock was all you ever needed in your life. Your eyes were closed, as your chin was up and your mouth hanged open, pleasure driving you crazy.

"You don't know how hot you look riding me like this with the rain falling over your skin, your hair all wet… Eywa… I'll make you mine, tawtute. I won't let you be with anyone else ever again."

Neteyam's territorial side was showing itself, he felt possessive over you just like you were his mate already. And that's exactly what he wanted you to be. Neteyam wanted to make you his forever. He wanted to own your body and your soul, to own all of you.

Neteyam's desire for you drove him wild. You could see his animalistic side taking over him. And you loved it. You fucking loved it so much. It made your pussy clench around his cock.

"Yeah? You like how I ride this big cock, Neteyam? Did any na'vi girl ever ride you as well as I do?" You kept moving your hips and rubbing your pussy on him simultaneously. It gave you an enormous amount of pleasure since you were stimulating your clit at the same time you were feeling his cock inside of you.

"No, tawtute. You're better than any na'vi girl." He cried in pleasure "I only want your ‘ekxin little pussy from now on." (tight) "Only want you."

You grinned, devilish, and put your hand on his large neck "Who's my good boy?"

Neteyam's eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he was completely taken over by the way you were dominating him. Nobody had ever done that before, it was a new territory to him. He was used to dominating all the na'vi girls he had ever had sex with.

"I am. I am your good boy, yawne."

Damn, you got Neteyam calling you "yawne".

You chuckled "Yeah, you are, pretty boy. You're so good for me."

Riding his huge, thick cock felt like fucking Paradise. You were overcome with sheer lust. Neteyam wasn't the only one who was feeling animalistic. Humans were animals just like the na'vi and at that moment you were following your deepest instincts. You felt like a bitch in heat, all for him.

"Oh, oeyä tawtute… I'm gonna cum. Wanna cum inside your pretty, ‘ekxin pussy."

"Then cum for me, my needy, cocky boy. You're so fucking cocky but you're nothing when you're vulnerable like this under me." You laughed lowly, feeling proud of yourself for making such a mess out of that pretty alien boy

Neteyam came hard inside your pussy, a big load of his thick, warm seed painting your inner walls. It felt so good. Having his cum inside your pussy, feeling a little bit of it leaking out of your entrance because of how much he came… Fuck... your pussy started clenching around him again.

You watched as Neteyam breathed heavily under you, his chest quickly going up and down.

You didn't notice when it had happened but the rain had stopped falling.

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Taglist:

@iman-lu

@leaveitbythewave

@neteluvr (you still haven't answered my comment asking if you wanted to be tagged but since u seemed to love the first chapter... teehee 💕)

@layla2-49 (you left a comment on the first chapter 💗)

@jakesullyfatjuicypeen (you left lovely comments on the first chapter haha 💖)

@yeosxxx

[respectthepetty]

Jack & Joker - Wild Ass Theories

Yin and War are hot. I wanted to start with a fact.

Also, Jennie is in the next episode, so our girl is living her best life!

Theory #1 - The heist happens soon

Random: The two guys Hope sends to go after Joke are the same men who end up tied up by this woman and her people.

Hope seems to be from Jack's neighborhood in the opening scenes, so did Jack teach him how to fight and become an enforcer?

I only have a thirty image limit, but this is vision from the trailer:

Jack goes to collect money from Tattoo and Hoy, but lets them off easy

Later, Hope hits Tattoo with a pan because he feels Jack took it too easy on him

Hoy and Tattoo try to ambush Joke because they think he is the only one who can get Jack out of this business

Joke flips the tables and ties up Hoy while asking more questions

They plan the heist because they need money and to get Jack's attention

Hoy and Tattoo are seen doing something to Aran's bag,

And Joke apparently takes the necklace right off of Aran's neck when the model passes out on the runway with the bag and Tattoo right there, so wouldn't Hope realize who is involved?

So is this why Joke goes to hide out at Jack's house after he gets away from the fight with him? And Hoy and Tattoo spill the beans about where Joke is and this is this why Hope and Jack are fighting outside of Jack's house? I think so!

Theory #2 - Rosé is going to fund Jack's school

The sweet rich girl wants to eliminate debt and help the poor. Plus Jack, at some point, stands in as her bodyguard. That's all I got. *shrugs* It's a vibe.

Theory #3 - Joke's hand tattoo is Jack

Not really a theory but more of an observation because Jack's best skill is sleight of hand. He was able to steal Carbon's wallet without Carbon noticing which is why Carbon couldn't find it to pay.

And Joke switched the tests by distracting the boy when he took his wallet, only two snatch the answer keys when the boy starting arguing with the other one.

Joke has been at this for a bit because he had several aliases.

And the reporter said previous to the most recent store robbery, Joke had committed five other robberies.

And every time, he left behind his signature frowning face symbol, but five years later, he has as smiling face tattooed on his hand, which, once again, is his biggest asset, so does he have it to remind him to do better whenever he wants to use his skills again?

Because he once ruined the happy boy's life who is the basis for the tattoo?

But on his other wrist he has both the frowning face and the smiling face depending on how it is viewed, so is it both of them?

Not related, Joke has a tattoo on his chest. Zoom in.

Theory #4 - Jack will give Joke the ring

Jack gave the boss this ring as collateral, and it has sentimental value since the opening credits show it has two names on the inside (his parents) and Jack's on the outside. In the final scene of the trailer when Joke kisses Jack (after opening his martial arts studio?), there is a glimmer on Joke's hand that has the smiling face tattoo. I think it's the ring!

Theory #5 - Colors

The boys aren't really a Black Brooder and a Red Rascal.

Like they are now, but they aren't. *squints*

Jack was a Cyan Cutie.

He was loyal.

He was chill and happy. (shirt reads "happy place, happy place" over his heart)

Joke was a "standard" blue boy who was intelligent in overlooked ways.

But Joke's red shows up when he is Joker because his braces were red in the exam con.

And his tie was red in the bank con.

So I think even though times have changed, and they have absorbed their current colors, the blue will still be shared between them.

Because it will show up again.

Theory #6 - Aran is Tattoo's boyfriend

I want Mark and Prom to kiss so badly in this show that I'm going to single-handedly sail this ship, so I think when Hoy and Tattoo surprise Jack and Joke, Aran is standing next to Tattoo. It doesn't make sense if they robbed him, but he is the only extra boy with an earring in his left ear, the hair lines up, and he would wear a shirt like that.

Give them to me!

[haikyu-mp4]

I would like to listen to One Thing with Futakuchi 🫶🏻

(This is such an adorable event!!!)

Now playing... One Thing

word count; 715 – f!reader, for my 1D x Haikyu event

“Have a great day!” you told the old lady who just bought a few peonies, appreciating her smile because you knew she would return when they wilted.

“You too, dear!”

A young man held the door open for her on his way inside, nodding politely before walking up to where you were arranging some flowers by the register.

“Hello, how can I help you today?” you asked, finally getting a good look at him. He was handsome, no doubt, quite tall and sporting a boyish charm.

“I need to get flowers for my grandmother. Probably roses or something is fine,” he said, so you pointed him towards the corner where you had a wide selection of roses.

“Roses are a classic,” you answered, a practised response by now, but then you sighed before adding another flower to the arrangement in your hands. “-but quite boring.”

The man stopped and turned back around to you, now having lifted one eyebrow that you mirrored as a challenge. “They’re for my grandma,” he said.

“Guess you’re not her favourite, then.”

He huffed and shook his head, but the grin told you he enjoyed this. Walking back over, he leaned both hands on the counter and tilted his head slightly. “Okay, flower genius. What would you suggest?”

You held eye contact and lifted the finished bouquet you had been preparing, which included a beautiful mix of some of your personal favourites. “This right here is a real winner, I’m telling you.”

“Is this what the grandmas like nowadays? Didn’t know they were so picky.”

“Anyone can buy flowers. The real winners are those who put a little heart into it.”

“Just saying she would be thankful for anything.”

“Probably, if that’s all she’s used to getting.”

While people rushed by outside on their way to wherever life was taking them, the two of you were completely caught up in this moment, eyeing each other like you were committing each detail of each others’ faces to memory without the other one noticing.

“You’re good.” He finally rolled his eyes and held up his credit card and you could just make out his last name on it before typing in the price with a little teasing cheer of victory. Futakuchi.

“I know.” Futakuchi took the opportunity to stare at you more pointedly. Obviously, you’re gorgeous, but even more attractive was how you kept up with the banter. Your last name was on your name tag and he almost accidentally said it out loud while repeating it in his head.

It was still repeating on a loop when he returned a week later, storming into your little flower shop. “Could you make another one of those bouquets?”

“Futakuchi,” you exclaimed in surprise at how suddenly he appeared while you were reorganising pots by the door. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice that you knew and remembered his name. “The same as last time? What for?”

As he answered, you brushed past him to gather all the flowers you needed to make what he wanted. “A girl I like.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, carrying everything to the register and beginning right away. “Oo, a special lady.”

Futakuchi huffed sharply, reminding you of the last time he was here as you glanced up for a glimpse of his charming smile. “She’s special, all right. Can’t figure out why, but she’s been on my mind.”

He asked what your name was and told you his in return, making time fly by telling you how his grandma loved the flowers he bought last time. Your hands worked with ease, threading the flowers together in a perfect balance to ensure whoever he gave this to would feel their heart quicken the same way yours did right now.

After he paid, your lips formed a straight line, assuming he would leave with the finished bouquet, but instead, he held it out to you over the counter with a sheepish smile. “Would you let me take you out for dinner?”

You grinned widely and accepted the flowers, hiding behind them as your cheeks burned. The stuff he said earlier was about you. “I’ll allow it.”

Futakuchi initiated his mission to make her get out of my head and fall into my arms instead.

And we all know it worked.

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[rzyraffek]

Hi hi!! I’m here to request something with my bbg Vincent Sinclair! your thingy doesn’t exactly specify which slashers, so I think I’ll ask for Vincent and Michael Myers just so u have an idea u can write abt if you don’t know the other!!

Okay okay, so what about a reader with a bad attitude? So for Vince, I would assume that their relationship starts with the reader defending Vincent from Bo. Like, Bo just starts calling Vincent names (like the mean truck man he is >:[) and Vincent is just taking it, then the reader steps between the two twins and just starts BURNING Bo with every insult they have.

“Oh, he’s the freak? Well at least he knows how to keep his mouth shut and isn’t asking everyone with a *female anatomy* to *adult fun* every ten seconds.” or something vicious like that-

and Vincent is just dumbfounded that someone has the balls to speak up against Bo.

and for Michael, same thing, but the reader is just being so mean when he starts chasing them! Like, they try to hide behind a door and they make sure that Michael saw them, so when he opens the door, the reader just flips him off and kicks him away from the door really harshly-

or, just being really really hard to catch. Like if they climb somewhere high and he can’t get to them, the reader just sticks their tongue out and flips him off again with the snarkiest attitude!!

anyways, that’s all I gots for now! Feel free to ignore this lol, but if you don’t directly respond to this ask but do use the idea, I ask that u credit me!

u look lovely today, and I hope u have an amazing night/evening/morning/day!

<3

First of all, for some reason I got no notification that somone requested anything and I have no clue how long it was sitting in my inbox. Second of all thats great idea cuz in most of fics reader is always very meow meow shy uwu bebi, which is sometimes annoying tbh, they should be rude sometimes. Requests open

Slashers with badass s/o

Vincen Sinclair

Bros used to this kind of treatment, name calling, mean words, yelling ect

This relationship started by s/o just simply asking Vincent if he's alright after Bo yelled at him

Any kind of affection makes him blush like teenager girl after watching twilight for first time

In his free time he will just hold s/o hand and walk behind them like lost puppy

Imagine: "yo vinc get over here you lazy ass" vincent:😰🏃 "well BO maybe if you stopped acting like such drama queen and get rid of this nasty ass attitude then MAYBE people will start helping you without fear of losing a limb or sanity?" 🧍🧍‍♂️

Tbh the only reason that Bo didn't commit murder on s/o is that vincent is actually very happy now and even that Bo is a horrible human being he doenst want his bro completely emo

Lack of ideas so im just going to put some mean words to Bo here

"Dont worry vincent, hes just jealous cuz he cant hold conversation with women for more than 4seconds without scaring them to death. litteraly"

"Aw baby dont be sad, just compare your hair routine with his. Im surprised hes not bald to be honest"

Live laugh love Vincent

"Nonono dont be upset, how about we draw together huh? Can you go pass me crayons from your workplace😇i totaly wont whoop your brother while you are away"

If s/o is just rude to Bo face, Vincent will be so so happy that they protect him but so so worried that s/o is about to evaporate due to Bo anger issues

"You calling him a freak? Better look who has stable relationship and lack of anger issues L bozo"

Also now Vince is 24/7 with her bcs not only shes great, protects him and provides comfort🥰

Micheal Myers

"AHAHAH looozer can't climb the ladder? Yo old as hell man go to retirement home"

S/o calling him granma to bully him

"Yo man stop begin such stalker or im going go call yo sister (in some versions laurie is his sister if u dont agree just ignore this part lol) and she gonna beat you up

Micheal spawning behind her, inside her house:🧍 "😨 yo sup Myers wacha got there? A a knife? Eee cool cool"🏃

"If you have such blood-lust go kill rats in my basement they keep stealing my food"

🧍 Myers emoji

Im sorry if its unfunny or boring I watched house of wax when it came out so like long time ago and I kinda forgor vincent and bo personalities. And Myers personality is basicly 🧑‍🦯old man

[noyasaur]

hi! Can you talk a bit about you jjba dr? (If youre comfy ofc!) ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

an introduction to my jjba dr! ✩₊˚.⋆

cw: spoilers for jojo's bizaare adventure!

-> hihi! and yes omg ofcc!! i haven't shifted to my jjba dr yet but i would LOVEE to just ramble all about it if you don't mind 😌 gonna make it all aesthetic and cute too cuz hell yea😍

-> all images used (except the dividers) are from pinterest and full credit goes to the authors of these images :)

★ . about my jjba desired reality!

right now, i only have one jjba desired reality which the whole thing about is me going on all the adventures from part three to five!

i think in the future i want to have a few more desired realities like one experiencing part two and part six and maybe even more of the parts if i end up finishing the other mangas! i also want to have a jjba dr set in modern times and also a jjba-based reality with kpop idols!

the timeline: in my main jjba reality, i've changed the timeline of some things so i can experience all the adventures in the different parts with the jojo boys in succession one after the other.

for example, when i first shift to this reality, i start with going on the adventures of part three with jotaro and the other stardust crusaders. the events of part four happen a year after the events of the stardust crusaders adventures when me, and jotaro are ordered to go to morioh by the speedwagon foundation to investigate well, jotaro's 'cousin'😭

in this reality, there was no affair 😙 joseph has a daughter and a son: holly and hugo. hugo is holly's younger brother and when he graduates high school, he goes off to japan for university. however, he meets tomoko there and they become a couple. long story short, he gets her pregnant and he never told any of his family, in fear of what they might say about him having a child so young. so that's how there is no affair that makes everyone go crazy, how josuke exists and how i can experience adventures when i'm not an old lady and i don't have to wait like twenty years between each adventure! (lmao)

obviously i can't live without kakyoin being dead and everyone else, so they live in this version 🤗 also, i made dio sort of less? evil? he doesn't actually commit any crimes against other humans (except blood-sucking ew but he doesn't kill anyone and just keeps people hostage as slaves and maids while he does his evil bidding eek) but is just hellbent on 'destroying' the joestar bloodline.

thinking about adding some other people into this reality too? for example, i was really contemplating adding sunghoon into this reality and making him one of dio's sons or something but during part three, he turns on his father and helps us defeat him 😜 this is a possible addition but i'm not sure if i'll go through with this or not!

i also have some generational pact with the brandos (i didn't do it, my grandpa did smh), though i fight with the joestars. long story short, my grandpas was in love with dio and made a pact that he would swear to protect the brando bloodline (my grandpa = speedwagon but dio's version) /hj might explain this later but im still in the works with figuring out how it's going to work and the backstory behind it!

★ . about me!

background: i was born in australia on the (??\??\???? - not sure on the dates and whether i want it to be set in the 80's or the 00's). i was born with a faint, butterfly-shaped marking on my back. none of my parents knew what it meant but as i grew older, it continued to grow darker, and darker. self-conscious of the odd mark etched into my back, i bandaged it up to hide it. i lived a pretty peaceful childhood. however, the after i turned thirteen years of age, very strange occurrences kept happening to me.

there were some instances where things would become heavier or lighter, or where my parents felt as if they were moving in slow-motion or faster than usual. i would get weird dreams, some of the past, and some of the very, far future.

little did i know, this was all the work of my stand manifesting.

not knowing what was happening, i was shipped off to japan to live with my uncle, in tokyo in hopes that my uncle would be able to fix whatever was going on with me. you see, my uncle is a very spiritual man. while he works as an astronomer and a psychologist, he is very knowledgeable in the likes of tarot cards, magic, and otherworldly forces (etc). he did everything he could and that was in his power to try and figure out what was happening to me, since that was his forte and all.

and thus, after years of dealing with these strange incidents, at the age of 15, my stand manifested before me. i was crossing the street, on the way back to my uncle's apartment from visiting a convenience store. however, i didn't notice a car zooming towards me until it was too late. i shut my eyes, assuming it was all over. this was my fate: i was going to die a horrible and painful death. and there was nothing i could to about it.

i shut my eyes, bracing myself for the impact and my inevitable doom.

i waited.

and waited.

and yet, i felt nothing.

the impact never came. the excruciating pain and blast i expected to feel, never hit my body.

i was alive. and completely unscathed. but. . . how?

i wearily opened my eyes and to me confusion and horror, i saw her. i saw a strikingly beautiful but eerie human-like creature floating in front of me. it had it's arms extended out toward the car, which was now moving at an impeccably slow snail's pace.

after standing there in shock for a few seconds, i shook my head and scurried away.

around a few times after this incident, the frequency at which i had those 'weird' dreams dramatically increased. they turned from being a fortnightly, even monthly occurrence, to having those dreams many nights in a row, back to back.

oddly enough, with every dream i was having, i couldn't help but feel they were starting to feel a lot less like dreams but a lot more like visions.

after two weeks of more odd visions and happenings, i finally told my uncle. he was deeply puzzled as he tried to make sense of what was happening to me. and after a few minutes of pondering, something washed over his face.

was it relief? or more confusion?

did he finally work out what was happening to me?

but in the end, all he told me what that if i were to ever run into a man with the name 'Joseph Joestar' he made me promise i were to stick with him if i ever met him.

i asked him who he was, and all he replied with was: "Joseph? oh why, he's just a very good old friend of mine."

and so, i continue my life as usual, trying to deal and overpower these strange incidents and even became familiar with my beautiful and endearing new creature. luckily for me, i was enrolled in an online school so any incidents i would have would hardly leave a scratch on my grades and records.

although, this completely changed in the last year of my high school.

you see, my uncle wanted me to have a 'fun' and 'memorable' high school experience, especially considering it was my last year. and so, he enrolled me into an actual high school, which would change the course of my fate forever.

and what a 'fun' and memorable year it was. . .

(i am so sorry if this is so corny omg this feels so corny sdsdjs)

★ . my stand!

my stand name: Ancient Dreams (In a Modern Land)

statistics: power: B Rank speed: A Rank range: B Rank durability: A rank precision: B Rank potential: A Rank

abilities: weight drop! (weight change): the ability to change the weight of anything. can make objects or people light, or make objects or people heavier. the stand user cannot use this ability on themselves. the ability can be activated by shooting small orbs or energy at the opposing object or person, where they will have a butterfly emblem on them, shaded corresponding to a highlighted moon phase on my stand, which corresponds to the 'levels' of weight taken off the person. flash! (speed manipulation): the ability to change the speed of any object or person. however, this can only be done when the stand makes contact with the object of person. dream telepathy/communication/travelling: has the ability to communicate with others during their dreams, or enter one's dream through a meditative trance, with the help of their stand. the stand user can appear in one's dreams and communicate with the person, and also manipulate their dreams. however, the stand user cannot physically harm their target's through their dreams. rather, it is a soothing and positive technique that puts the target in a state of comfort. dream energy: the stand has the ability to shoot out energy orbs as a way of fighting. the orbs are made of 'dream energy' and can easily damage and slice through objects, depending on the manipulation of the orb. the orbs can be thrown in their pure form, or even me manipulated into whatever the stand user desires. for example, i could turn dream orb into a 'dream sword,' made from the cosmic energy of dreams and fantasy.

appearance: has a slim and feminine appearance. it's body is a gradient and mix of light baby blue, lilac purple and cotton candy pink, with the phases of the moon imprinted on it's chest. it wears a majestic headpiece of a butterfly on it's head, which is coloured a shimmering mix of pastel gold, purple and pink. it's eyes are a deep blur colour, and has transparent blue 'butterfly' wings.

🪐 saturn's note:

-> um this was a little more than just 'talking a bit about it' but i hope you found this interesting and enjoyed! kinda scared to post this because i've never really talked about my drs like this so it's new to me but also fun 😍 i might update this here and there and i def swill reblog if i do or just make another post for anything else you're interested in!

-> oh and when i shift there? hell yeah am i going to be writing and sharing my experiences omg 😩

[itsjuststardust]

Heaven In Hiding - Chapter 1: The Bounty

Story Synopsis: Five years before the Mandalorian even met the Child, Mando took what he thought was going to be the easiest bounty with the highest payout of his career thus far. Capturing a runaway dancer—a ballerina versus a Mandalorian—was laughable.

Until it wasn’t.

The Mandalorian is a bounty hunter. His job is to collect a quarry and then return it for a profit. It doesn’t matter what happens to said quarry once he has returned it and collected the credits. So, then, why can he not forget about a sad pair of emerald green eyes after he turned her in? And when their paths cross again five years later, and he sees the condition his former quarry is in, how can he justify returning the Child to them? He is a bounty hunter. It doesn’t matter what happens to them… right?

Word Count: 5,814

Author's Note/Chapter Warnings: Long time Tumblr lurker. First time Tumblr poster. This is a multi-chapter fic that is also posted on AO3. Din Djarin/OFC. Slooooowwwwwwww buuuuurrrrrrnnnnnn. Rated Mature for Mature themes (PTSD, slight sexual content, descriptions of torture), but will eventually become explicit (Officially 🌶️explicit🌶️ Chapter 8 and beyond)... So - 18+ only. Minors DNI. Welcome interaction with others and constructive criticism. Bear with me while I figure out this whole Tumblr thing 🩶

Chapter 1: The Bounty

“Alaina! What have you done?”

Alaina frowned as she pried the pointe shoes off her aching feet. Only the third time she’d worn this pair, she shook her head as she examined the flimsy pair of shoes. They were already fraying and splitting. It looked like she’d need to start breaking in a new pair. She dropped the shoes to the floor and brought her hands to the right foot, which she had propped on her knee, and rubbed at her sore foot. It was her third performance in a row, and she found herself greatly looking forward to a few days off to rest and soak her feet.

“What are you talking about?” she asked the young dancer who barged into her dressing room at the end of her performance.

“There’s a Mandalorian here," she said with a pleading look. "A Mandalorian is here looking for you,” the girl finished, looking nervously behind her as if she expected this person to appear magically behind her.

“What’s a Mandalorian?” she asked, wiggling her toes before she slipped back into comfortable slip-on shoes.

The younger ballerina stared at her as if she’d committed an unforgivable sin.

“Use your words,” Alaina prodded as she rose from her seat to stretch. “What is a Mandalorian, and why do you look so terrified?”

Thunder could be heard as it rumbled loudly outside, and Alaina smiled. She had already changed out of her costume and was wearing her typical outfit of tights and a baggy green sweater, but she had forgotten a jacket. Hopefully, she wouldn’t get too wet on the walk home.

“Alaina, there is a bounty hunter here for you,” her younger protege explained.

She frowned. A bounty hunter? What would a bounty hunter want with a ballerina…

Her eyes fluttered closed when she connected the dots inside her mind. Surely, that insufferable man wouldn’t be so bold as to send a bounty hunter after her.

“You’ll come with me one way or another.”

Her former friend’s words from their last meeting rang clear in her mind. Months had passed since their argument, and she had put it all behind her. Unfortunately, it appeared as if he had not been able to put it behind him.

“I need to leave,” Alaina whispered, gathering whatever belongings she could to hastily throw them into a bag. There wasn’t much here: her pointe shoes, a small purse of credits, a dagger she carried on her for protection, and a protein bar. She would just have to make do with what she had. She couldn’t risk going to her home, at least right now.

She slung her black canvas bag of belongings over her shoulder as the young dancer she’d been mentoring ducked into the hall and returned with a dark green velvet cloak that was from her dance troupe’s wardrobe. It would have to do for now.

“What did you do?” her protege asked her nervously as she helped her put on the overly large green cloak. She pulled the hood up to cover her blonde hair, which was still pinned back into a tight bun from her earlier performance.

“Would you believe me if I told you an evil scientist wants to perform experiments on me?”

The younger girl looked at her skeptically, and Alaina shrugged her shoulders. Honestly, she even had a hard time believing that herself, but here she was, getting ready to run for the second time in a year - all because of what her mind could do.

She sidestepped the shocked girl and darted into the hall. Alaina looked in both directions, and her eyes locked on an intimidating-looking silver helmet, staring her down from the end of the hall to the right. Other dancers and crew members seemed just as shocked to see the armored man. People seemed to part, allowing her a clear view down the hall.

So, that’s a Mandalorian, she thought as she took in the gleaming silver helmet and dull brown armor that adorned the very large man.

She schooled her features and squared her shoulders, preparing for the race of her life. If she could make it through the forest, she could make it to the river, which bordered a mountain with a chain of caves that would be perfect to hide in. Hopefully, she’d find a good enough hiding spot to wait out the man until he gave up. In the worst-case scenario, she could follow the river to the ship docks and try to score herself a spot with a cargo vessel or something and go with them to their next destination. Starting over on a new planet was hard, but she’d done it once when she came here. She could do it again.

Mind decided, Alaina turned to her left and sprinted out of the backstage door, not giving another look behind her.

The weather had turned atrocious during her performance, and her shoes slipped in the mud as she ran from the auditorium. Rain poured from the sky, and lightning cracked overhead, followed by loud, rumbling thunder. When Alaina had overheard the predictions of a storm this evening, she found herself looking forward to enjoying the springtime storm from her home with a cup of warm tea, watching the weather roll through from her bedroom window. 

Her evening plans had not included running for her life from a bounty hunter in the middle of a storm.

But she had no other choice. She needed to run. If this Mandalorian caught her and turned her in… 

Warm tears tracked down her face, mingling with the cold rain that pelted her despite the cloak’s hood. She couldn’t allow herself to be captured. That was that. If she ended up in his hands, Alaina shuddered at the thought. She’d never see her life again.

She’d never dance again.

She’d never be able to enjoy a springtime storm again.

There was no telling the things she’d never get to experience if her deranged former friend got his hands on her.

So she ran.

The tree line of the dense forest came into view, and Alaina tried to push herself faster. Adrenaline coursed through her, allowing her to ignore the pain in her feet or the way her lungs burned with every inhale. She just needed to make it to the forest, and then she could work on hiding her tracks by weaving through the trees.

She broke through the tree line, and the forest’s canopy slightly shielded the downpour of rain, which meant the forest floor was not as muddy, allowing her slightly better traction. 

She risked a look behind her, and her heart sank when she saw the foreboding outline of the Mandalorian standing at the treeline. Lightning cracked, illuminating the landscape around the broad-shouldered man and making him appear to be made of shadow and darkness.

“Please,” she begged the bounty hunter. “Please don’t do this.”

The only response she received was the rumbling of thunder as the bounty hunter took a single step toward her.

Alaina’s chest constricted, and she turned to run further into the forest. She did her best to make her tracks as erratic as possible as she wove through the dense trees. A root snagged her foot, and she stumbled but caught herself just before she fell to the ground. All those years of dancing suddenly seemed to come in handy for an entirely different reason.

The sound of water could be heard in the distance. Alaina smiled. That was not just the sound of rain. That was the sound of the river roaring. Which meant that the cave system that followed the river would be nearby.

Just a little further.

There would be a stretch of nothing when the forest would end, as the terrain changed from dirt to stone, as the scenery transitioned from forest to mountain and its caves that lined the river. That expanse would leave her exposed. Alaina slightly slowed her pace to conserve some of her energy. She would need to sprint to make it there once she no longer had the dense forest to use to her advantage.

She looked behind her just as lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the forest behind her. She slowed when she saw nothing there behind her. Good. Hopefully, she lost the man. Or, at least, she had given herself enough leeway to sprint across the vacant stretch of land between the forest and the rocky, cavernous mountain by the river.

She stopped at the forest’s edge, hugging a particularly large, red tree trunk. The river roared to her left, and Alaina watched the rapids crash into the grey stone banks. She gulped at the powerful sight. The river was normally full on a good day, but with the rain from the storm, it was almost overflowing the banks. If the river rose any higher, it could possibly flood the caves she was counting on hiding in. Or worse, one wrong step or slip, and she could fall into the rushing waters. Although, she’d rather meet the Maker in the river than she would at the hands of…

A branch snapped behind her, and she spun, expecting to find the armored man stalking behind her out of the darkened forest, but no one was there. She let out a shaky breath. She couldn’t waste any more time. It was time to run again.

Alaina turned to push off the tree to begin her mad sprint to the caves in the distance, briefly closing her eyes to say a prayer to anyone who was listening to give her the speed to make it to her destination. Only when she pushed off the tree did she come to an abrupt stop when she ran into something.

Lightning cracked across the sky, and Alaina’s heart caught in her chest when she realized it wasn’t something she ran into but rather someone.

The Mandalorian.

The man’s larger, gloved hands reached out and latched onto her shoulders, trapping her in his powerful grip. 

“Please, sir, I know you don’t know me, but you can’t send me to him,” she begged, tears welling in her eyes as she stared up into the helmet in sheer terror.

The helmet stayed unmoving, and Alaina felt the slightest spark of hope. Maybe she’d be able to talk herself out of this. Surely, the man wouldn’t turn her in if he knew what would happen to her.

“My—my name is Alaina,” she stuttered. “I’m a dancer. I just want to be a dancer. I’ve never stolen from anyone or hurt anyone,” she tried to plead her case. “If you turn me in, he’s just going to experiment on me. He’s obsessed with me and what I’m capable of.”

“Sorry, kid,” he said. The digitized voice was flat and uncaring as he spoke. 

Alaina watched in slow motion as one of his hands dropped from her shoulder to grab a pair of shackles from his waist. With all the strength she could muster, she dropped and twisted her body in an attempt to escape his grasp. And then— 

She was free.

Alaina blinked in shock when she realized she was just out of arm’s length of the Mandalorian. The helmet gave nothing away, but judging how the bounty hunter looked from his empty hand to her, she assumed he was just as shocked to see that Alaina had managed to escape him. 

With another blink, Alaina remembered where she was.

And then she remembered who she was.

Alaina knew that people usually looked over her. She had a dancer’s typical slender build, but people usually assumed that she was weak and underestimated the lithe muscles she’d built over the years from hours and hours of daily training she’d done. She was the awkward height of being shorter than most women and missed out on parts because she didn’t fit what some directors pictured for their leading dancer. She knew she was pretty but not beautiful. Her looks were plain, and men’s gazes never stayed on her pale face for long. Alaina could go on for days. Her green eyes were too large for her face. She found herself wishing her blonde hair would be brighter and would just make a decision to be either curly or straight and not whatever unmanageable wavy thing her locks dried to. People looked at her, and they underestimated her.

The Mandalorian underestimated her, and she escaped from his grasp.

She had a gift - a gift that not many knew of. Her mother had the gift and did her best to teach Alaina how to manage it. Her former best friend turned evil scientist, knew of her gift. It had torn their relationship apart when he discovered the things Alaina could do. Her mother had warned her that people would use her, but Alaina had trusted her closest friend with her secret.

And he sent a bounty hunter after her.

After how everything ended between her and her former best friend, she vowed she’d never reveal her gift to anyone again.

However, as she stared down the bounty hunter who had been sent to capture her, Alaina decided it was time to use her gift to save her life.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose. When she opened them, the Mandalorian was taking a step closer to her, and she brought her hands up between them and watched as the man froze.

“What the hell?” came a modified voice under the silver helmet.

Alaina held her ground and raised her hands, letting her powers flow through her to freeze the Mandalorian in place.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked, and his body could only flinch as he struggled to regain control of his body from her.

Alaina smirked in response before her face hardened, and she flung her hands off to the right, sending the armored man airborne. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she doubled over, resting her hands on her knees as she panted. Using her powers took a lot out of her, but she couldn’t rest. Not yet. She’d only bought herself a little time.

She looked back, and when the Mandalorian’s body crashed against the ground, she took in a deep breath. Lightning lit up the sky, lighting up the bank of caves in the distance.

“Run,” she whispered and nodded to psych herself up.

“Shit!” the Mandalorian spat as he tried to get up after she had tossed him.

That was all the encouragement she needed. 

She sprinted as fast as she could against the slick stone that lined the expanse between the forest behind her and the caves before her. The sound of the river roared in her ears, and she tried to use it as a meditative sound. A sound to encourage her. She used the sound of the rushing water to drown out the sound of the Mandalorian’s boots pounding against the stone as he chased her down.

Alaina gritted her teeth as she pushed herself further, asking more from her body than she ever had before. She was so close. Just a little more, and she could jump to a ledge that had an entrance to one of the caves. Once she was in there, she could get lost—so lost that it would take her days to find her way out of the intricate caverns. Surely, the Mandalorian couldn’t find her if she didn’t even know where she was herself.

A gloved hand grabbed her cloak, knocking the hood down, and yanked her back.

Alaina screamed in rage and twisted until she freed herself from the velvet garment. Unfortunately, her dancer’s grace did not hold a second time. A combination of the slick stone, her speed, and the twist it took to escape the cloak caused her feet to trip over themselves, and the stone was too wet to correct herself. She tumbled forward. Hard.

The ledge she had been aiming for rushed at her, and she crashed into it.

The last thing she saw was a bolt of lightning strike the ground in the distance before her head collided with the mountain’s ledge, and her world went dark. 

 Five years later...

Stormtroopers.

Of course, Karga led him into the belly of an Imp snake pit.

The Mandalorian squared his shoulders at the sight of the white armored imperial remnants staring him down. The payout better be as impressive as Karga implied it would be, he thought as the door slid closed behind him.

“This way,” the trooper closest to him said, pointing to a door on the left side toward the end of the hallway.

Mando stepped forward, keeping his eyes open for even a hint of trouble.

“Stop her!” a voice yelled from somewhere further down the hall, and Mando tensed, grabbing his blaster.

The other troopers in the hall all swiveled their heads just as a blur of yellow and white came barreling out of a door on the right side.

A frail-looking girl with honey-blonde hair, wearing what appeared to be a white hospital gown, elegantly twisted and outmaneuvered each of the troopers, who looked too stunned to stop her. Unfortunately, the woman was so occupied with looking behind her that she didn’t notice him in front of her.

She collided with his breastplate, and Mando instinctively grabbed her arms to prevent her from falling over. Brilliant emerald green eyes stared up at her, wide with fear. 

But he knew those green eyes. Those large emerald orbs had haunted his dreams for the last five years.

“Tin Man?” Alaina whispered, her eyes blowing wide in disbelief. 

Mando took her in. Her eyes hadn’t changed in five years. They were still that brilliant shade of emerald that had followed him all these years later.

“Save me,” she pleaded, grabbing onto the top of his chestpiece. “Please,” she begged again.

“Don’t move!” one of the troopers ordered.

He was frozen in shock, not expecting ever to see the emerald-eyed woman again. 

Tears welled in her green eyes, and she surprisingly slipped from his grasp. Again. 

Mando watched as she spun and twisted around him. Her movements captivated him. If this were his first time meeting her, he never would have pegged her to be a classically trained dancer. It was clear she lacked the muscle of a trained fighter, but the way she could maneuver out of his grasp spoke of someone highly skilled.

His former bounty didn’t make it far. Mando watched, too stunned to do anything, as electricity wrapped around her. He watched on helplessly as she screamed and writhed in pain, falling to her knees while she was being electrocuted. When the electricity seemed to stop, she turned back to him with pleading eyes before another wave washed over her.

“Stop!” 

Mando turned to see a small, weasel of a looking man with glasses come running out of the same room as the woman had.

“Stop!” he ordered again, and Mando watched as one of the Stormtroopers released a remote that he hadn’t noticed before.

When he let the button up, the girl stopped convulsing and collapsed to the floor.

The smaller man, who appeared to be an officer of some kind, gave Mando a quick glance but sidestepped him to go to the woman. He pressed his fingers to her neck and nodded, apparently relieved to find a pulse there. He forced Alaina’s eyes open, shining a light into them. Alaina’s face scrunched in pain at the light, and she weakly shoved the doctor away.

“You have to be careful,” he scolded the trooper with the remote. “All of this will be for nothing if you fry her brain. Come, Lainey,” he whispered, helping the woman up off the ground.

“Don’t call me that,” she growled, shoving the doctor away from her. She swiped at her face and frowned when she discovered a slow trickle of blood that came from her nose.

“I'm sorry you had to see that,” the nervous officer apologized, keeping his eye on the blonde woman as she tried to stop bleeding from her nose. “We were expecting you.”

The past came back to him as he was finally able to place the man in front of him.

This was the man who had come to him about the bounty on Alaina all those years ago.

“Doctor Pershing,” the man greeted him with an outstretched hand.

Mando looked at the doctor’s hand without taking it before looking back at the nervous man’s face.

“Right, straight to business. Just like last time,” the doctor nodded and dropped his hand.

Alaina’s eyes moved to his helmet, and her emerald green eyes sparked with rage as she looked at him. Pershing moved to stand next to her and forcefully clamped a hand around her elbow. Alaina tried to yank her arm out of his grasp, but the man clung to her tightly.

Pershing gave him a tight smile. “Follow me,” he directed, turning to move down the hall. When Alaina dug her feet in, the doctor aggressively pulled her to his side, almost causing her to stumble again. “You will be punished for your escape attempt, Lainey,” Pershing whispered into her ear.

It was still loud enough for Mando to hear the man, and he felt his hands subconsciously clench into tight fists at his sides.

It’d been five years since the first time he saw her. She’d been a bounty. 

She was the last puck of four he’d taken off Karga. The Guild leader tempted him with the high payout that was attached to the girl. He’d been told that the woman had fled from her husband with his fortune. There was an odd list of specifications for her return—no brute force, no head trauma, no carbonite. He just shrugged, not caring about the list of demands. It would be an easy job. A ballerina versus a Mandalorian… It was laughable to even think about.

Until it wasn’t.

He learned quickly that the story he’d gotten from Karga didn’t quite add up. Then, he was stuck with her for the three days it took to get back to Nevarro. She’d pleaded and begged him, called him a karking Imp, and told him he was working for the Empire. He held firm. She was the job. Bounties lied. It wasn’t his job to be the judge and jury…

“But you are my executioner,” she’d accused him. “If you’re going to deliver me to my death, I want to know your name. Or is your heart also made of tin, Tin Man? ”

He hadn’t forgotten her emerald green eyes in five years.

Pershing motioned for him to take a seat across from an older man in dark robes as he pulled Alaina to stand by the back wall. Alaina ripped her arm from the doctor’s hold and went to stand a couple of steps away from the man.

Now, those green eyes were staring back at him. Instead of tears or terror engulfing her wide green eyes, tears of hate, complete ire, and disgust swam in them. 

It seemed the girl had been right. He’d practically gift-wrapped her for the Empire. The outcome wasn’t supposed to matter. She was his bounty. He had turned her in. That was that. She had done something to deserve to be where she was. Well, maybe she did not deserve to be with the Empire, but that had been out of his control. He’d been hired to return her to her husband… so that’s what he did… Or so he thought.

So, why did the girl’s green eyes still find a way to haunt his dreams? Not every night. Not even every month. Usually, after a difficult bounty or something that was more emotionally taxing than usual. Her green eyes and long honey-blonde hair would show up in his dreams. Which only made him feel worse.

He could still remember her name after all these years—Alaina. And here she was, on Nevarro, right where he had left her, in the possession of her new owner, the Empire. 

She was thinner than he remembered. Her cheekbones were more prominent than he remembered, and her face had a hallowed, sunken look. She had a scar on her left temple from when she tripped and crashed head-first into that mountain when he chased her down. Her blonde hair was duller than he remembered it being. It was done in a single braid and fell to her lower back, but her hair had lost some of that sheen it had. Now, it looked more like straw—dull, frizzy, and dirty. She was wearing what was basically a white hospital gown that fell to her knees and looked more like a sack hanging off her frail form. The last accessory of note was the thick collar that clung tightly around her neck. A slave's collar. It was what they had used to electrocute her in the hallway earlier.

Mando felt a wave of guilt swell in his chest. Her green, emerald eyes still held that spark he remembered, though. At least the Empire hadn’t taken that from her.

Not yet, his treacherous mind whispered.

Now, he sat across from the Client in the middle of his clandestine meeting Karga had offered. Karga had said this was a client with deep pockets; he just wasn’t expecting to deal with Imps. Mando had half a mind to walk out of the meeting, that was until his former bounty with emerald eyes crashed into him in the hallway. He didn’t know what came over him to make him stay. He rarely ran into quarries after turning them in. In fact, he’d only ever stumbled upon one one other time before now. Maybe it was intrigue. Maybe it was guilt. Either way, she was the only reason he decided to stay and hear the Client out.

Mando’s helmet was directed at the Client, but he kept his eyes on the girl, Alaina, while the Imp spoke.

The Client snapped his fingers, and Mando’s former bounty stepped to the table to stand next to the older Imp. The Client reached under the table, and when he brought his hand back up, he dropped a silver, molded object on the table.

“Beskar?” Mando asked, surprised to see the rare metal brick with the Imperial stamp prominent on it.

“Go ahead, it’s real,” the Client encouraged him with a smug smile. Mando picked up the brick to inspect it closer. “This is only a down payment,” the man continued. “I have a whole camtono of beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the asset.”

Kriff, an entire camtono…

“Alive!” Dr. Pershing spoke up anxiously from behind the table.

“Yes, alive,” the Client confirmed. The man took a deep, annoyed breath before continuing, “Although I acknowledge that bounty hunting is a complicated profession. This being the case, proof of termination is also acceptable at a lower fee.”

“That is not what we agreed upon!” Pershing argued, obviously upset by the suggestion.

Mando glanced up from the beskar and observed the client and Pershing for a moment before turning his gaze to the woman on the other side of the Client. Her green eyes gave nothing away other than obvious disgust directed at him.

Mando should have left, should have walked out. He already had a bad feeling about whatever bounty they had, and besides, a deal with the Imps was not what he had planned. In fact, Mando had made it a point to avoid them at all costs. 

However… the camtono of beskar was too good a deal to turn down. The covert needed supplies and Mando had a duty to provide for his people.

“Let’s see the puck,” Mando said in agreement to take the job.

The Client raised his hand, and the emerald-eyed woman took a step forward to stand next to him at the table. She looked back at the client, who nodded to her. The woman, Alaina, turned her gaze back to his helmet and stared at him so deeply that Mando felt as if she could see past the beskar and view his face.

Mando held his breath while she continued her silent examination, not exactly sure what was happening.

“I sense no ill will,” she finally spoke, breaking the strained silence. “He is…” she faded off, and her face became sorrowful, pained even, before she finished with, “he is a man of his word.”

Mando clenched his fists on top of the table. So, that’s why the Imps had wanted her. Hadn’t Alaina called herself gifted? Her words from years ago rang through his head. Mando had even been on the receiving end of her powers a couple of times. It was one of the many offers she had begged him to take her up on instead of basically gift-wrapping her for the Empire. She'd warned him about this, but he hadn't wanted to believe her. Who knew the kinds of things someone like her could help them achieve? What other powers did she possess that the Empire was using her for?

The Client nodded and flicked his hand back, dismissing Alaina to the back of the room again.

The woman didn’t move, though. Curiously, he watched as a subtle change took over the blonde woman. A blank, unseeing look washed over her face. The woman brought a finger up to trace the transparisteel T of his helmet, and Mando sat there frozen as he watched her fingertip glide down the front of his helmet. “He’s drowning in seas of green,” she murmured, tilting her head curiously to the side. It was almost as if she could see something that the rest of them in the room could not.

The Client sighed. “You’ll have to forgive her,” he told Mando as a way of apologizing. “She’s useful, but sometimes not all there,” he finished, tapping his finger to his temple, silently suggesting that Alaina was crazy. 

Then, without warning, the Client pressed something under the table, sending a shock through the collar that was secured around her neck, bringing the girl crashing to the ground with a scream.

Mando was out of his chair in an instant, ignoring the troopers who snapped their weapons back to him. He shook his head and knelt down to offer the woman a hand. She looked around, disoriented, before her gaze landed on his outstretched hand. Cautiously, the woman slid her hand into his palm and allowed him to help her back up.

The girl had been right after all...

“I am surprised to see a Mandalorian such as yourself so upset over a little electrical stimulation. Surely, you’ve done worse to a bounty to receive the desired outcome.”

At the Client’s words, the woman’s face changed from curiosity back to fury, directed entirely at him. She ripped her hand from his with a snarl.

The girl had been right, and now her blood was on his hands.

The Client snapped again, and he watched her walk back to her spot on the back wall.

He needed to fix his mistake. He needed to make it right.

“It’s not the method you used,” Mando told the client, bringing his helmet back to glare at the older man. He hoped he sounded halfway menacing so he didn’t blow his… Blow whatever inkling of a plan that was beginning to take shape in his head. “It’s the collar.”

The Client nodded and motioned for him to retake his seat. “Sometimes, things must be done to ensure the safety of others,” he explained with a smile.

Mando crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “The safety of others?” he questioned, trying to use the opportunity to pry information from the man. “What is a waif of a girl like her gonna do?”

He didn’t miss how Dr. Pershing’s demeanor became even more uncomfortable than it already was or how the Client’s smile turned from passive to dark.

“Things you couldn’t even imagine, Mandalorian,” the Client answered ominously. “But, we aren’t here to discuss the girl. We’re here to discuss your next bounty,” he reminded Mando.

Mando gave a single nod, “Right, you were about to show me the puck.” He didn’t care about the next bounty. He cared about the one standing in front of him from five years ago.

It was time to right his wrongs from all those years ago.

“I’m afraid discretion dictates a less traditional agreement,” the Client began, leveling a look at his helmet. “We can only offer you a tracking fob.”

Mando sighed and raised his vambrace to enter the code. “What’s the chain code?” he asked.

“We can only provide you with the last four digits,” the client informed him.

Mando dropped his arm and tilted his helmet at the information—or, more accurately, the lack of information. “Their age? That’s all you can give me?” he asked, putting out with the answer.

“Yes,” the old man nodded. “They’re fifty years old. We can also give you last positional data. Between that and the fob, a man of your skill should make quick work of this.”

Mando stayed quiet, contemplating the bounty, weighing how he was going to pull off the bounty, the beskar, and the girl. Part of him wanted to go back to the original plan of killing them all and taking the girl. Chances were the beskar was hiding here somewhere, too. His eyes flicked back to the girl standing against the wall at the back of the room. Mando ground his teeth. No, if he needed a chance at freeing her, he needed to play into their game. At least for now.

“The beskar belongs back into the hands of the Mandalorians,” the client continued when he didn’t get an immediate response from Mando. “It is good to restore the natural order of things after a period of such disarray, don’t you agree?”

Mando’s helmet moved on its own toward the green-eyed woman clinging to the wall in the back, staring at him with large, mournful eyes. He let out a huff but nodded his head, agreeing to take the job.

I’m sorry, Mando thought, looking back at his former bounty. Alaina’s eyes widened even further, almost as if she had heard him apologize. The look of surprise only lasted a moment before the hard exterior returned to the green orbs. Had she somehow heard his apology? Did her gifts allow her to somehow communicate telepathically?

Mando rose from the table, turning his back to the Imps and Alaina. The job would give him time to come up with a plan for getting the beskar and the girl.

Everything had already turned upside down on him once. What else could go wrong?

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Next chapter in series: Chapter 2: Judge, Jury, and...

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(W.E) Maybe I'll draw something, but definitely not soon, and if only I have inspiration for it, something like this, what about Rocky as a changeling fairy, huh, that explained his chaotic nature, and Nina's internal dislike for Rocky, because on some level she feels that he is not the son of her dead sister, something like that. Honestly, I still want a happy ending for them, I love happy endings after shit, what can I do, I imagined that they would run away together to a distant place or something, like a city, and they would make new friends and new acquaintances there, who will not know that they are cousins, this is easy, because when you look at them, you will not immediately think that they are relatives, the only thing they have in common is a maniacal laugh, and a striped color, but that’s all, of course it’s difficult to bear secret that you are related, but if that means being happy, then fine, and besides, this is not their first lie, also I imagine that they work other jobs not related to crime, let's just say they moved away from these things, although Rocky and Freckle miss their old life, especially their loved ones, but to be honest, they like the new life too ... yes, I slipped into fluff, so I will write the next thoughts about Freckaby, but tomorrow, because today I'm tired, so see you tomorrow 👋

I think it would be so cute if he was really a fairy ;u; although I must say, I have always disagreed with the idea that his aunt does not love him. I think she must have loved him a lot, in order to commit to raising him from ages 4 to 16. He was a very troublesome child, from what I can tell, and anyone who didn’t actually love him would have kicked him to the curb long before 16. I also like to think (although it’s just my personal opinion/headcanon, and I don’t mind if others disagree) that after being his mother for so long, she has come to love him for who he is, regardless of the fact that he is her sister’s son. I don’t know, I just, I work with kids, and it’s really hard, and I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for Nina, and when she finally did kick him out, she must have felt she was doing the right thing. She was trying to protect Freckle. She has as much of a responsibility towards Freckle as she does towards Rocky, after all, if not more, and if she felt that Rocky was hurting him, well, she must have felt she had no choice. I personally think she was heartbroken at having to kick Rocky out. But she hides it behind a mask of stoicism. Like all Irish do.

And hey, she still lets him visit, and washes his laundry, and even asks him to spend time with her son to make him feel better (which was obviously a mistake lol). Despite saying he’s “squandered his second chances,” she does seem to be giving him another chance. I think she just loves him too much to cut him off completely. I think Nina is much nicer than people give her credit for. Her methods can be a little intense, and she’s not overly affectionate, but she’s doing her best as a mom, for BOTH boys. Sorry for the rant. But I will defend Nina to the death. SHE LOVES ROCKY GOSH DARN IT.

That’s such a good idea! I might write that instead, because I agree they deserve a happy ending after all they went through. Some fluff sounds nice right about now. I guess I was just looking for a negative ending because I don’t want readers to think I support incest or think it’s a good idea, and having them kill themselves would be a good way to do that. But having them skip town, lie to everyone about their identities, and live with the shame of secretly being in an incestuous relationship and unable to come clean lest they destroy their own lives (again) works well too! And it makes it so I can write domestic fluff of them! Good idea, as always.

See you tomorrow!

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Only Friends Episode 2

Again, so many thoughts and feelings.

But wow, the tension and chemistry between our 3 couples 🤌🤌🤌 but ermmmm yeah this episode, my heart and soul goes to my disaster muffin Ray and his prickly hedgehog caretaker Sand

We start the episode where we left off with Top essentially pressuring Mew to be his bf by asking the question out loud. I love that while Mew said yes, he also clearly then communicate to Top saying he was uncomfortable with the loud declaration and only said yes as a kind act (but it may also be a subtle manipulation by Mew to see how far Top is committed in pursuing him. after the not-so-subtle speech by Boston stating Top’s relationship never last longer than 3 mths and he only wants to be Mew “ first”).

And Mew, taking charge of the whole narrative by asking a reset and telling Top that he will need to work for it if he wants a relationship (and I guess access to his virginity 😂).

To Top credits, he takes this all on board - playing nicely with Namchuen and April. But while he is civil enough with Boston and Ray, both can’t really hide their dislikes (for different reason) for Top. Boston is clearly still interesting in pursuing another encounter together (but it seems now it’s more a matter of pride for him? - the whole scene in the shower with Top not interested and Boston declaring at the very least, he had Top first and Mew didn’t?)

Boston actions in this episode reinforce (to me) his callous nature. He is fun to be around but doesn’t take much responsibility, and appears careless with other people’s feelings (we see it with his action and words - from the previous episode when he told Ray “why don’t you just be his (Mew) bf?”, knowing Ray has a huge crush on Mew or him going behind Mew’s back to seduce Top or him disappearing in the midst of them completing the villa/hostel project for yet another hook up with Nick). Similarly, his sexual interactions with Nick - that is just heading towards doomsville for me. On the other hand, Boston has always made it clear he is not interested in any exclusive relationship, but it appears Nick has fallen deep into the rabbit hole (the poor boy 😮‍💨). Also, I still find it creepy he take photographs of his conquests (say what???)

Anyway, like I mentioned above though - my heart ❤️ and soul belongs to Ray and Sand this episode. We see the depth of loneliness in Ray, without Mew it seems he doesn’t even hang out that much with Boston/Namchuen. And his conversation with Mew by the poolside, makes my heart aches. The way he told Mew “I want someone nice to look after you.” (And him not even thinking himself as a candidate cause he knows he is a mess, but doesn’t think he is good enough to even improve himself 😭). Also, despite him being jealous of Top, he accepts Mew decision and hasn’t tried to sabotage the relationship (unlike Boston!!)

And his whole interactions with Sand - there is no doubt he followed Sand initially out of curiosity into the strip bar (still can’t believe he did this! the whole scene was peak comedy - all the beautiful women throwing against him, but Ray only having eyes on Sand 🫣 - it tells you something though? 🤫)

What I find so heartbreaking 💔 is Ray offering obscene amount of money for Sand to keep him company but disguising if as a drink buddy “I don’t want to be alone, just drink and listen music with me.” That’s probably one of the few nights where I think Ray genuinely had fun - he found someone with similar music interest, and someone who shows kindness when he opens up about his mother’s death (also, his mom dying with alcohol in her hand? If that’s not foreshadowing I’m not sure what is!)

And well, there is no turning back for Ray after this. From the previous episode, we see Ray clings hard to his small circle of friends - and now with Sand firmly on his radar plus his circle of friends all busy with their own relationships (or in Boston’s case - his many one night stands)…I don’t think Sand stands a chance of escaping Ray (not that he tried very hard 🫣)

The way he basically cockblock Sand and then con him to drive him home (his smug face!!!)…and well, we all know what happened- Sand and Ray clearly finds each other attractive, Sand tries to stay in his lane, offering to be his friend. But Ray has different ideas, and well, I don’t blame Sand (not with the way Ray was eye fucking him)

The sizzling chemistry between these two yeah…I think it’s safe to save the smoking kissing scene (can’t believe this was an improvised scene by FK!) and Sand kissing Ray’s hip tattoo while both of them ravaging each other chest - ermm yeah 🥵🥵🥵

Although it’s safe to say, I think Sand has fallen for Ray (despite what the former stating that they are just staying friends) - especially with the ending shot of him saying with what appears to be a slightly resigned face “Sure you can stay friends, but you have to be careful, it’s like playing with fire.”

(Help people, this show has a chokehold on me!!!! 😭😭😭😭)

19/08/2023

[punkscowardschampions]

Bibi (and co.) Pt.1

Bobby: [We were coming home from school, 4ish so a couple of hours before any adult is due, making the racket we usually do, totally oblivious to the fact JC have probably not long left after the absolute scenes they were causing all over this house; all teenage boys are always hungry so it isn’t going to take you any length of time to go to the kitchen for scran and see this vague note; let us assume you text Janis like ?? and Casey too but he left his phone and she isn’t looking/replying right now so then you take a photo of said note and message it to Jimmy]

Bobby: That mean Case has 💀 someone or what?

Jimmy: Means I’ll have to find out

Bobby: Neither of ‘em is here, Jan wouldn’t be but he usually gets up to have a go for waking him and no 👀 after I just dropped the butter

Jimmy: I’ll give her a ring, sort out the or what

Bobby: Fair dos, don’t get cramp in your hand having a chat like that 

Bobby: ✍️ don’t come into her job, s’pose

Jimmy: weren’t giving herself cramp with the note, can’t be that bad

Bobby: Had time to write one, dunno where she plans on putting him, mind

Bobby: only get in more trouble if she drops him at Ian’s

Jimmy: she knows what she’s doing

Bobby: Much as can be done with him, yeah 🙄

Jimmy: You get your homework done and leave it with me

Bobby: Where do you suppose his missus is in all this 

Bobby: She wouldn’t be thrilled at the idea of them 2 going off together 

Jimmy: Oi, you heard

Jimmy: [one of his teachers, I shan’t commit us] can’t have set you questions like that

Bobby: Could be for film club, we reckon she’s a right 🐇♨️

Jimmy: I’m at work here, trying to get hold of her’s enough of a sackable offence without carrying on with you an’ all

Bobby: They’re not gunna sack you, you’re top at your job

Bobby: can’t expect their employees not to have lives, especially not with 2 brothers, 1 being a right dickhead 😁

Jimmy: tah very much, but trust us when I say they’re at the top ‘cause they’re massive dickheads

Jimmy: I’ll chat to you in a bit, alright

Bobby: Alright, I’ll let you know if either comes back and bothers to let me know, or I find any clues

Jimmy: 👍

Bobby: [Time to message Libi like guess what, girl]

Bobby: Reckon Case’s missus is full Glenn Close 🛁🩸🔫

Libi: *🔪

Libi: Anne Archer uses the revolver

Bobby: Touche 

Bobby: and may as well be her name, ain’t spending time working on a right good deaf one for her when I think she’s already 💀 to Case and that means us 🤞

Libi: Anne, Glenn, Beth or Alex, it’s all the same, yeah

Bobby: [send the picture of this note because what else could it be, honestly, Janis didn’t need to spell it out]

Bobby: You wanna come over and search his room with us?

Libi: ☢️⚠️☣️ want’s a 🤏 strong but 

Bobby: I will provide gloves and a clothes peg for your delicate 👃

Bobby: dunna, the note was giving major 2nd clue will give it more context vibes, don’t you think?

Libi: You’re right on both counts

Bobby: Jan ain’t replying to me but she’d have to you

Libi: 🤞 she’s driving and nothing more sinister

Bobby: 🤔 Would she draw the line at helping bury a body or what

Libi: For Case? Is there a line?

Bobby: Jim said she knows what she’s doing… like that’s necessarily a 👍 thing

Libi: He would say that

Libi: we know what he means by 👍 though

Bobby: Means piss off and do your homework today

Bobby: as if I didn’t just walk in the door to a murder mystery case

Libi: Cos you walked in on such a ??!!

Libi: he’ll be losing it under that 👍

Bobby: I just wish he gave us enough credit to know he can’t hide nothing from me

Bobby: and he don’t need to now, I get why he did when I was a proper kid

Libi: You’re still one to him 👶🏻 both of us are

Bobby: you should definitely graduate to toddler this birthday, at least 🤏 later bedtime, like

Libi: Aw, tah 🥳🌟🌜

Bobby: I know you’re as sick of it as I am

Bobby: if he’s gonna be full ??!! behind a 👍 you have to come stay here, I can’t deal with that alone

Libi: I’m right sick of Case dragging her into his mess

Libi: they could be banged up for my birthday

Bobby: She can’t make the garda lock her up too

Bobby: do you think it’s that bad, what he did, no more warnings left or whatever

Libi: He was with the girlfriend longer than the others, means more chances for him to have a go… I keep thinking about that

Bobby: If I was him I’d just steer well clear, no one winds him up more than the girls he knocks about with

Libi: But you’re not

Libi: if he had your sense he wouldn’t need Jan to be his voice of reason all the time

Bobby: He’s more of a kid than either of us, full-time babysitting, that

Bobby: Right again though, Libs, I just dunna what to do with myself now

Libi: I’m coming, promise

Libi: bus is late, but I’ll be there as soon as I can be

Bobby: 💕

Bobby: I’ll go and bin all the grottiest shit in his room, save your blushes and 👀

Libi: 💕

Libi: My own fault for not going back with you anyway, I had a feeling I shouldn’t have ignored

Bobby: Yeah? You’re usually not wrong, even when it’s less logic and more 🔮

Bobby: I thought she was a crank, yeah but maybe I was just hoping he was happy with it for once

Libi: It’s okay, I wanted to be wrong too, don’t beat yourself up and I won’t

Bobby: Too soon 😬

Bobby: I can’t even act surprised, that’s the bit making us feel proper thick, if he’s done it, ‘course he has

Libi: You’re not thick for having hope he was maybe sorting himself out

Libi: he’s more than old enough to be getting there, that’s the *😬

Bobby: Lads like that don’t, ever

Bobby: they turn into middle-aged dickheads like Ian

Libi: Sins of the father, you’re not wrong

Libi: not everybody can break the cycle

Bobby: If Jim hadn’t got me out, who knows

Libi: I’d get you out, we’d still have to meet somehow 🔮

Bobby: You could’ve when we met, remember when you tried to runaway with us

Libi: Yeah, and I remember your impression of Ian

Bobby: 😡😡🤬🤬😡 only be redder with drink and age, probs

Libi: I’d shout louder than him, had loads of practice, haven’t I?

Bobby: Keep trying, I might hear you one of these days 

Libi: You do, you’re a great listener, it’s just me who wasn’t

Bobby: I needed someone to talk to, fairness

Bobby: and you’ve always been good at that, fuck all competition you may have

Libi: I’d fight it off, too soon for another bad choice of those words or not

Bobby: Nah, ‘cos a fight between us is only ever for film or for fun

Bobby: you know I’d never hurt anyone how he will everyone, especially not you

Libi: It wouldn’t be us fighting, just me and whoever you’ve brought in as my talking understudy, for some reason

Bobby: You’re always gonna be the brightest ⭐️ I know

Bobby: you only need a stunt double if things get too ⚠️

Libi: I say one thing about how gross his room probably is…

Bobby: you rn 😤

Libi: A second ago I was ⭐️ rn

Bobby: 😏 you’re a lot of things

Bobby: wrong is not one of them though

Bobby: [pictures of things in Casey’s room that are gross but not like ew I actually don’t wanna see that gross lol, sorry boy, privacy whomst]

Libi: 👍 has never been more accurate

Bobby: Reckon Jim would be 👍 or 👎 if we ordered [some takeout you all fuck with, as shown by a pic of some old containers we’re binning rn] for when he gets back?

Bobby: somehow can’t picture those 2 rocking up in time for tea and I don’t want him distracting himself bothering his arse with it

Libi: He might not be bothered about eating none but it shows you are about him so 

Bobby: We can finish his portion when he deffo ends up leaving it

Libi: Shh, I’m starving

Bobby: I’ve already had [the ridiculous amount of after-school snacks you have consumed] 😘

Libi: 🐷!!

Bobby: I’m a growing lad!

Bobby: and there’s fuck all to do ‘til your bus sorts itself

Libi: I get it, you wanna tower over me cos you didn’t when we met

Bobby: 😱!!

Bobby: If you’re checking I can hack it like Jim can, dead easy

Bobby: sure I’ll get my own model missus one day

Libi: I’d have said actress was more likely, and you’ll be alright, they don’t have to be tall necessarily 😘

Bobby: [the lady on whatever instructional sign language videos they’d have you watching for Irish sign language vibes] is most likely 😢

Libi: Boy, you stop it

Libi: she’s WAY too old for you but I’d be the one having a heart attack 👎👎👎👎👎

Bobby: I ain’t thrilled about my option (no s) so chuck a 🍔 my way and we’ll make it mutual, Libs

Libi: It’s a date, and what a date, like 🥰

Bobby: Can’t say we don’t know how to party 

Libi: Say the word and we’ll run away again

Libi: I know what I’m doing now I’m not a toddler

Bobby: We better wait out Case’s exile, wouldn’t wanna bump into him on our way out, awkward 

Libi: I only wanted it on record, I’m in, whenever and wherever

Bobby: 🥳🌟🌜 I remember and I promise

Libi: I have another feeling, I don’t wanna but it’s right there

Bobby: You can tell us, we’ll work out if we wanna ignore it together

Libi: You might need to eat my [whatever the takeout is] too

Bobby: I won’t show-off that that wouldn’t even be a record…

Bobby: we’re probably on the same page, same script

Libi: If I could demand rewrites, I would

Libi: and a change of scene, for sure, this bus isn’t helping with the knot in my stomach

Bobby: It’s weird, I know it’s weird

Bobby: but he ain’t once touched her

Libi: She hasn’t once missed this many calls from me

Bobby: She might be on the phone with Jim

Bobby: we can’t panic yet, we can make a plan though, me and you

Libi: For if they come back or if they don’t?

Bobby: If she don’t give you some sort of response before tonight, we’ll start there

Libi: [a time like yep you’ve got a deal] 🤝

Bobby: 🤝🩸

Bobby: She can handle herself, just like you

Libi: It was her who taught me

Bobby: I know, I got some benefit too, stopped 😭 as much

Libi: I still remember how to stop you myself if you fancy 😭 for old time’s sake, or you know, cos everything’s so weird sometimes

Bobby: Very weird

Bobby: but that kid who cried all the time still feels ages away, far away as the girl who used to shout at us

Libi: I’ll do it, as long as you warn Jim first, speed this bus is going he’ll get in before me

Bobby: Where’s Sandra and Keanu when you need ‘em 💔

Bobby: he’d get the memo you were ‘round before me, pisstake

Libi: We can’t have that

Bobby: Have to warn me some way else

Libi: Dead easy

Libi: I’ve got loads of tricks up my sleeve, no need for you to wear a 💔 on yours

Bobby: No one jumpscares me less, like

Libi: What happens when I’m as easy on the 👀 obviously

Bobby: Something like that, Libs

Libi: Save me [something that’s her absolute fave snack and hence all she can face eating rn despite being starving] and I’ll know it’s real

Bobby: [picture evidence like of course I shall]

Bobby: Case’s phone is here btw, so, can’t have been planning to stay away for long

Libi: [a lil vid of her signing something feelsy, I vibe from when they were bubs cos they probs had not like a full language of their own but like things instead of ILY and big stuff like that]

Libi: It’s a start, we can try and guess his pin until Jan’s deadline

Bobby: [give that same energy back and sign another thing from your bub speak because love that for y’all tbh]

Bobby: 🧠🧠 better than 💩🧠

Libi: Use her birthday for the first guess

Bobby: 😩

Bobby: nothing, I better check how many attempts we get…

Libi: Do you know your mum’s?

Bobby: Going for the big 🔫🔫

Libi: You said it, we might not get many gos at this

Bobby: Is it bad I don’t know?

Bobby: Didn’t exactly leave 📼 for us

Libi: *sad

Libi: but it makes sense you wouldn’t

Bobby: I got no memory of any 🥳s and it’s never been a priority or a sound idea to ask about ‘em

Libi: ‘course not, ditch that guess, I don’t know what I was thinking

Bobby: It might be the one but I can’t ask Jim so it’ll have to be ❌

Libi: [Suggest the date of another JC moment you’re aware of and hence it won’t be cos it’s too obvious]

Bobby: ❓

Bobby: not that either but you’ve got a much better memory than me

Libi: Is that bad? 👽

Bobby: Your heads like a 🎥 you pick up on all the important things

Libi: You give the best compliments, nobody’s ever said anything nicer to me than that just now

Libi: your heart’s like a … 

Libi: I can’t finish the analogy with something as good, you’ve proper flustered me 📌

Bobby: It’ll have to do as making up for me not knowing shit to crack this code to ease the knot in your stomach

Libi: Might make it worse instead, maybe you’re saving me 🦸🏻‍♂️🤴🏻👨🏻‍✈️👼🏻👨🏻‍🚒😎👩🏻‍🚀🧙🏻👨🏻‍⚕️🧚🏻‍♂️🤠👨🏻‍🔬

Bobby: Nothing can be as bad as the scenes that are looping in your head, right

Bobby: real life just don’t get that bad, not now

Libi: 🤞🌠 Bobs

Libi: All I want’s you to be right again

Bobby: not got your inherited 🔮 but its been known to occur enough I don’t feel too bad for you having to trust in us

Libi: You’ve got your own 🔮 and I do trust it

Bobby: Meant to make my other senses proper 🦸 will have to ask Ali if that includes my third eye 🪬

Libi: I’ll get back to you 😏

Bobby: Be a pisstake as I’ve just made you leave there to send you back with that kind of bollocks Q

Bobby: He reckons I’ve got too many but I know there’s more in his own 🧠

Libi: It’d be charming of you 🤴🏻 I’ve only got [however many] stops left

Libi: and yeah, exactly, like we said, I can’t leave either of you to it as if I believe the 👍

Bobby: I ain’t touched your snacks, got some self-control

Bobby: tried Ian’s birthday ‘cos I know that one, weren’t it though 😒

Libi: Are we 🔒 out of tries? 

Bobby: Think we have to wait for the tries to reset ⏲

Bobby: you can have your snacks and we can work out how we’ll find them if Jan doesn’t get back to you

Libi: It’s a plan

Bobby: is [an old lady who is always on the bus because you get CHARACTERS when you regularly use public transport] on today?

Libi: It’s [Whatever day it is] she’s on her way to [wherever you’ve made up that she goes cos y’all are making a story out of it as if they are characters lol]

Bobby: Ahh, you’re right 💡 it was [a day it is not] today 🥴

Bobby: got me fucked up

Libi: Reason not to do your homework how Jim wanted, you’d be reading up for all the wrong subjects 

Bobby: Fat chance that was happening but not like he’ll get his red pen out to mark and check it’s done if I tell him otherwise 

Bobby: Priorities, like

Libi: I didn’t bring a red pen either, you’re alright

Libi: barely have anything, my priority was running for the bus

Bobby: Good thing she had you trained for that an’ all 🏃🏻‍♀️

Libi: I’m meant to be bringing the rescue mission to you, not the other way ‘round, be awkward 🚑

Bobby: you better have your inhaler, more vital than a red pen, girl

Libi: [photographic evidence via her posing with it like a big nerd]

Bobby: 🤩

Libi: 😮‍💨

Bobby: I know, I know, take your breath away, me

Libi: Number 1 trigger, you

Bobby: bit less complimentary comparing us to dust mites but you know, fair if that’s the line I come up with after all this time 

Libi: I can’t help it if laughter’s not the best medicine for this, or nobody making me like you do

Libi: how complementary is comparing you to a 🤡?

Bobby: It’s not mime, you’re still a 👼🏻

Libi: I don’t have the legroom nevermind any for a full wingspan

Libi: trapped 🦋 more like

Bobby: No dickhead better come at you with a 📍and some poison

Bobby: even for [bus number] that’d be well out the usual

Libi: As much as it would add to today’s murder mystery vibe, you’ve got enough sleuthing on 🕵🏻

Bobby: There’s limits to how many of us can go missing at once, yeah

Libi: MIA’s only the move if you’re in too

Bobby: What would you do, if you were Jim

Libi: I don’t know, but I know I wouldn’t be in his position

Bobby: It ain’t him, his fault

Libi: It’s Case’s fault, the but comes in cos I wouldn’t be around it, him, if I was Jim, that’s what I’m trying to say

Bobby: Yeah, it isn’t like that’s a choice though

Libi: He’s not a kid any more though, there are choices

Bobby: it’s not like you can just turf someone to the side the minute they hit 18, Jim wouldn’t, not when Ian couldn’t wait ‘til I was in double-digits

Libi: But he didn’t just hit 18 and making excuses for him ‘til he’s 28 or 38 isn’t helping him or Jim, is it?

Libi: I believe in second chances, third and forth even, he’s had so many who’s counting?

Bobby: I don’t know, I’m not the big brother, I never had to make any decisions about things like that so I can’t sit here and judge his

Libi: I don’t wanna sit here and come for his life, you asked me though

Bobby: I know you ain’t

Libi: I just think there’s a point where you reach the end of your tether, if you’re ever gonna, and this has got me at mine

Bobby: and I don’t wanna sit here and come for hers but who’s really given him all those chances

Libi: It’s not right

Libi: maybe they’re both bigger and better people than me, for having the patience I don’t with him, all I see is the toll it’s taking… where’s the upside supposed to be?

Bobby: I should hope so, they are the adults, after-all and we’re just 👶🏻👶🏻

Bobby: I don’t know, I wish I had some clue

Libi: We’ll decide what we wanna do together, there’s no deadline on specifically that part

Bobby: Fuck it, maybe this is the final straw, I dunna

Bobby: it just doesn’t feel like something that’d ever really happen, y’know

Libi: Yeah, if anybody would keep making more and more straws appear ‘til it feels like some sort of magic trick, they’re the ones for it

Bobby: Quite the double act

Libi: I always used to reckon so

Bobby: Why wouldn’t you, it was 🏰💕

Libi: What happened?

Bobby: Either we grew up or

Bobby: it was just a story

Libi: Swear you aren’t about to outgrow me, that we’re not gonna be a story

Bobby: as long as you swear not to walk out on me

Libi: never

Bobby: Then we’re gonna be just fine, like we’ve always been

Libi: 🏰💕

Bobby: 🤝💕💀

Libi: This took a dramatic turn, I seriously didn’t mean to make you swear an oath to me before I’ve even walked through the door

Bobby: Standard you behaviour, dunna what you’re chatting, girl

Bobby: and what else do 🤴🏻 even do, yeah

Libi: Oi!

Bobby: 🤡 too, but I won’t play that its a full-time job keeping you 😂 though

Libi: You couldn’t hack a full-time job anyway

Bobby: Oh, shall I get you the paper for the classifieds for your bday

Bobby: 👍 stuff

Libi: No need, I’ll be putting my name down for [a cool cinema they like or something in that vein] first chance I get, tah

Bobby: Free 🍿 for me then

Bobby: you’ll love that

Libi: Bring your own 🥄 then [random but I have pics in his folder of that because it’s a weird thing Brooklyn Beckham and his missus used to do and it gave bibi to me lol cos why huns ??]

Bobby: Wouldn’t leave for the movies without it, regardless of drug allegations

Libi: I could make a top final straw joke there, having one of them on you too, but it’s meant to be your job 🥤

Bobby: You dead keen to make me a wage slave today

Libi: You’re dead keen on bringing up my birthday

Bobby: It’s soon

Bobby: and a better thing to focus on that… this

Libi: Alright, what are you getting me and what are we doing? 

Bobby: Come on, can’t ruin surprises or you’ll have nowt to look forward to

Libi: But 🥺 if I ruin these you’ll think of more, won’t you? 🥺

Bobby: Am I going to let you have a rubbish birthday?

Libi: You better not 😤

Bobby: 😭 You’d think there was ever a possibility the answer to that question was anything but fuck no

Libi: You’d think there was ever a possibility I’m not only playing

Bobby: not my fault your 🥺 are dead convincing 

Libi: ⭐️🎬🎭🎥

Bobby: I’m relying on you to bring in a new silent era, no pressure superstar

Libi: Throw 🍿 - your 🥄 if I let you down, bringing it in an eyepatch is gonna limit me and my second chance 🤏

Bobby: Nah, even with one eye you’d still beat every actress out there today

Libi: I don’t know about that

Bobby: Come on, [drag some really shit actresses of your day, they’re always out there, doing the least or doing too much of the wrong thing lmao] 😶😶

Libi: Okay, okay…! 

Bobby: You’re properly talented, and I’d think that even if we weren’t best friends

Libi: 😁

Libi: you’ll give me jaw ache in a minute

Bobby: S’alright, permanent rest when you’re around me, very welcome

Bobby: maybe I’ll be a critic, your face, your eyes and your body language have to do all the work to convince me, can’t just memorize the lines

Libi: I’m glad you added language after my body

Bobby: Oi!

Bobby: you know it’s VERY important, sign language 101, you’ve had enough lessons by now

Libi: Oi is exactly right, it would’ve been so rude

Bobby: And I would never, tah very much

Libi: [signing her own tah very much as a lil vid, really being expressive about it for those sign language 101 vibes]

Bobby: 😏 what are you like…

Libi: Admit it, I could take over from [the sign language instruction lady]

Bobby: I’m just thinking of your jaw, no more compliments for you

Libi: Don’t get a job as a dentist… imagine all the kids 😭 when they see you

Bobby: SPECIFICALLY me or what

Bobby: ‘cos we agreed its a little too soon for a playfight 🥊

Libi: Neither of us need that level of rejection in our 9-5

Libi: I say with a straight face as we debate me becoming an actress… 

Bobby: If anyone can break that industry, I believe it’s you

Libi: Well now I’ve gotta

Libi: none of that is how I like to prove you wrong

Bobby: and if you can’t get in front of the 🎥 there are a million jobs behind it that you’d be just as top at

Bobby: Not worried about what you’re gunna do with your life for a reason, them pair

Libi: You’re a weight off my mind too, you know

Bobby: Yeah?

Bobby: what I like to hear

Libi: I wish we could just stay in this bubble of the future that’s my birthday and our career goals and none of the rest

Bobby: Me too

Bobby: the rest, what’s happening and what’s gunna when they are back… too uncertain

Libi: Do you think they’ll be back tomorrow?

Bobby: If the police showed here, I didn’t see the flashing lights or feel the door being booted down looking for him

Bobby: makes it feel like an overreaction so, why should they stay away 🤔

Libi: He’d stay to have her to himself

Bobby: She’s married so that’s not a good enough reason

Libi: What’s a good enough reason for her to go as far as really leaving in the first place?

Bobby: What he did had to be scary enough to make them panic

Libi: Then where are the garda?

Bobby: People don’t call them, you know that

Bobby: We never have, I don’t even know if they were told about Debbie… must’ve been but

Libi: I can’t make it add up, she seemed the type who would ring and report him, didn’t she? 🤔

Bobby: Dramatic, obviously

Bobby: I dunna, could be parents, or maybe they were both high or she did something to him too

Bobby: or the garda are just dragging their arses and will show up before Jan replies

Libi: Fuck, I don’t wanna talk to them if they show up before Jim’s home

Bobby: You don’t have to, pretend to be as mute as me, they’re not going to fuck around intimidating two disabled kids

Libi: What if I have to talk to them later, if something bad’s happened, or if she doesn’t come back?

Bobby: She’ll come back, don’t think like that

Libi: Getting in a car with him, both of them panicked, you know what I’m thinking, that I can’t not

Bobby: Shh, I’m putting my shoes on, get off the bus whatever stop you’re at

Libi: I’m almost there, don’t be silly, like

Bobby: it doesn’t matter, I’ll walk you

Libi: [do the ILY kid sign again obvs or one that’s even feelsier because that’s so cute of him]

Bobby: You know I’ll always look out for you

Libi: I’d do it for you too, anything

Bobby: [sign ‘I know’ and her name sign]

Libi: [a pic of this gal off this bus wherever she may be]

Bobby: 5 minutes 🏃🏻

Libi: [just her doing a lil countdown vid putting a finger down from 5 to 1 as if that’ll mean he’ll be there then]

Bobby: Already felt like my cardio was crap without that pressure 😮‍💨

Libi: [signing sorry instead of typing it purely so she can show she’s the least soz it’s possible to be lol, unnecessary close ups of her eyes and face and body language too, really making our point here]

Bobby: 😏 I’ll slow down to a power walk if you don’t behave yourself

Libi: I’ll see myself off home if you reckon you can tell me how I’m supposed to behave, boy

Bobby: 🤐 us

Libi: No, talk to me without telling me off

Bobby: Have we ever gone a day?

Libi: [Bring your memory back out cos if you have it for JC moments you defs have it for yours] 🎥🧠

Bobby: Hm, no, I don’t wanna remember that day 🥺

Libi: UM, no fair to 🐶👀!

Bobby: You started it

Libi: Which don’t mean you get to finish me off 💀

Bobby: I could’ve done 📸 evidence like you

Libi: Too late now, I’ve been warned, won’t even CARE if you do 😝

Bobby: [take the blatant bait, you are very puppy dog boy]

Libi: Nope, nothing 😐

Libi: 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗

Bobby: 💔 I’ll just hurry up then, yeah

Libi: Yep, I’m VERY unbothered

Libi: even though your eyes are like [idk crystals but you would cos of that cali influence and therefore could name one that’s legit for his eyes which aren’t just dark brown af like his brothers] and it [likewise of a property of said crystal such as protects/calms etc something feelsy af] me

Bobby: What am I meant to follow that up with? 😳

Bobby: I’ve never seen no one with actually green eyes but you 

Libi: That’s not a bad follow up, but I still wouldn’t be 😤 if your feet followed on to [wherever she is] faster 🏃🏻‍♂️

Bobby: [show up boy, however long this takes you from when this message is sent, hopefully not too long]

Libi: [Getting is his grill like okay hug me cos not gonna be the one to put her arms around him first, she’s a diva lol, just like throwing herself in his direction with her arms out]

Bobby: [we will give you a big bear hug to prove we have shot up and are much taller than you now, thank you]

Libi: [hugging him back for a MINUTE cos she needs it and so does he, then doing little taps on him like how they do in wrestling when they’ve had enough and wanna tap out, freeing herself and signing ‘I can’t breathe’ like it’s pure bants cos he’s so tall and strong and she’s being crushed, giving it the grin and lols to sell that but there’s a cinematic tear rolling down each cheek at the same time from her sad eyes because she also means it seriously with how tight and heavy her chest feels from how worried she is about this jc situation]

Bobby: [tap her back like a pat on the shoulders because it’ll be okay, we’re not as worried as you because not thinking the worst here, it’s always been alright before so why wouldn’t it be now? ‘Come on’ like let’s go back to the house and sort this]

Libi: [at least how chill he is about this would be comforting because you’ve got no choice gal, it’ll be what it’ll be and we’re bringing the drama, soz, wipe your eyes and give him a Jimothy style thumbs up]

Bobby: [pushing your thumbs down like don’t do that because that’s not the vibe]

Libi: [a look like okay okay, my bad, before she’s just dragging him along in the direction they’ve gotta go]

Bobby: [soz Jimothy doesn’t talk to us properly right now and we can’t find it even ironically amusing, get in this house and back to the note and phone, the former you can pass to her like she needs to read it in person as if there’s something he could’ve missed]

Libi: [do read it and eat your snack that he saved for you, when the vagueness of this note is not calming cos you know that 1. It’s deliberate to downplay how drama this situ could be cos you know Janis and 2. You can tell she rushed it cos she did which really looks like needing to leave was urgent af not cos JC are in love but cos Casey did something BAD, blatantly messaging and calling Janis again even though she has not replied to any of the others cos what else can you do]

Bobby: [just watching her not get through on this call like yeah, I know and didn’t think you would ‘has to be his missus, right?’ because this note appeared after you’d gone to school aka not last night so it’s not as likely to be a issue at the club because he would’ve showed up early hours and you’d have been here]

Libi: [nod because you’d have obviously come to the same conclusion and it’s really not a reach even with the v limited interactions y’all would’ve had with this gal, looking at Casey’s phone cos I assume it’s here in front of y’all rn as if she can unlock it with her mind via sheer force of will]

Bobby: [‘she hasn’t text him’ meaning the girlfriend because that would’ve popped up even if you couldn’t unlock to read a full message]

Libi: [when you’re just like maybe she can’t come to the phone rn cos she’s dead but you don’t wanna say it so you don’t ‘He’s not been dumped before, it’s usually the other way round’ making a face remembering all the gals who’d leave the gaff when he’s done with them, how many there have been and the state of them ‘might be his pride’s hurt, nothing and nobody else’]

Bobby: [shrugging and making a similar face back because we think that’s stupid but also wouldn’t put it past him ‘no one will miss seeing her about anyway’]

Libi: [a look like HARD AGREE cos you can’t disagree, we all know what she was like ‘a close call like he has with you is the best we can hope for’ cos Casey has never hurt Bobby but he’s wanted to on many occasions and I don’t blame you for wanting to think that’s what could’ve happened here and he’s just beating himself up for the almost how he do]

Bobby: [just going quiet ‘cos you know that hope is a long shot because even if you can’t remember any of it, you’ve found out by-proxy how Ian was with your mother ‘do you know her socials?’ after this pause, signing without eye contact but a valid point like we might be able to piece together a better idea from this girl if she’s said anything recently]

Libi: [when you know damn well what that silence and lack of eye contact means cos of course you do, putting her hand over his and giving it a little reassuring squeeze after the question ‘I’ll be able to locate her from his or their mutuals’ cos I doubt she’s deleted every pic of him she’s ever tagged yet, priorities hun if that’s what you’re doing tbh, but adding a fingers crossed for if she has that any shared friends can give you the answer]

Bobby: [she might’ve posted about uni, idk I’ll let my boo decide, at least you’d know what their blatant row was about which is more than you’re getting from JC for a while, squeezing her hand back before dropping it like off you go then, sleuth it out girl]

Libi: [do because she so feels to me like the kind of bitch to be bragging about uni and you can either show him or tell him what she’s been saying if she’s running her mouth and he wouldn’t be able to understand, she probably has also deleted all trace of him if she’s the drama but you can’t force every friend you have to do that ASAP hun so]

Bobby: [doing a little slow clap like there we go, we’ve worked it out, go us ‘he ain’t going to uni’ bit rude you’re implying Casey couldn’t get in but it’s true, it’s not in his plans that any of you can envision ‘everyone knows what you do at uni’ again, the cliche of dumping whoever you were with at home to either fuck around or get a uni boyf, which is valid]

Libi: [a v judgey eye roll at this gf for being a cliche as if you’re so much better gal, love it, and at Casey too for behaving exactly like everyone would expect at this news]

Bobby: [‘she seems fine’ because that would be a relief that she’s got the time and pettiness to be posting about her amazing life news and deleting photos of Casey as she goes, which you wouldn’t do on your deathbed, we can assume, helping yourself to a handful/one of/whatever of her snack because we already feel better and we weren’t as scared as her to begin with]

Libi: [slapping his hand away like excuse you cos obvs also feel better that the gf is clearly not even half dead nevermind fully, RIP, but it’s clearly also playing on her mind and thus her face that if it’s not that serious why did they leave/why are they not back/answering] 

Bobby: [of course we can see this, even if we’re attempting to take more of your snack just ‘cos we must ‘he’s embarrassed, just like you said’ with a shrug like wouldn’t you be if this girl dumped you]

Libi: [lowkey playfighting him because obvs, JJ were always doing it and so you two have gotta ‘I would be’ with the shadiest face like yeah she was not it and it’s bad enough he decided to choose her as his gf in the first place of all peeps]

Bobby: [just brawl because it’s comfortingly normal and familiar opposed to saying you can’t because of what Casey may or may not have done, just calling her a lesbian for bants sake as well, which I’m sure is an amusing sign, like Libi would seriously consider this random gal, even if she weren’t a massive cringe]

Libi: [get into it kids, it’ll make you feel better, as will her calling him a dickhead because we can all guess what that sign would be and that’s comforting and normal and familiar in itself for this fam]

Bobby: [nod and smile like yeah, that’s more like it ‘he’s probably talking her ear off’ like that’ll be why she can’t reply to you, nothing to worry about here, at all]

Libi: [miming drinking like yeah you’re so right he’ll be drunk af chatting away and she’ll be driving him home soon if not right now immediately, that’s why, it’s fine]

Bobby: [miming a golf swing, following it with your hand on your brow to getting it in the hole and celebrating like exactly, this isn’t actually anything new or weird, it was just a weird note that made us freak out for no reason]

Libi: [getting him more to eat and making y’all drinks and shit like this is now just a normal after school moment cos that’s what y’all have decided it is, picking a movie, cos she’s a diva who won’t let him pick, with a run time that’ll see you through until Jimmy gets back perfectly etc etc]

Bobby: [get on this sofa and get comfortable, we’re chilling lads, nothing to see here, no drama]

Libi: [It won’t be nice when Jimothy gets back and won’t talk or eat with y’all but you’d still be like it’s alright they’ll be back soon and then he’ll calm down too, thinking you’re just playing a waiting game, which you are gonna be but it’s for Janis’ reply not JC walking through the door]

Bobby: [you wanna do that now?]

Libi: [Come at me bro]

Bobby: [do you wanna send me like at least the last one so I have something to go from, obvs there’s multiple missed calls and probably a few texts but just so I got the flavour lol]

Libi: You didn’t train me in hostage negotiation, and if that’s what this is, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

Janis: Sorry, sorry, I haven’t had much breathing room to check my phone today

Janis: but I’m fine and I think the situation with Case is going to be too, as much as can be predicted, so 👍

Libi: So you’re on your way home then?

Janis: Not quite yet, it’s definitely a 24-hour stepback needed still but I don’t see any reason that I won’t be back tomorrow after school

Janis: Are you at ours?

Libi: But she’s fine, I checked after Bobs found your note and summoned me

Janis: You did let Jimmy read it, right? It was mostly for him

Libi: Did you hear me? I said the coast is clear

Janis: You’ve not spoken to her, not that you should

Janis: you know social media can be total bullshit, or at least partial, it’s still best for the situation if Case stays away

Libi: I know she’d struggle to use it if he’d broken her arm

Libi: or worse

Janis: I didn’t say he’d done anything that bad, I didn’t specify because I can’t but he’s not in a state you’d want to see him in, any of you

Libi: I don’t want to see him at all, I wanna see you

Janis: And you will, tomorrow, like you would anyway if Bobby hadn’t called you over

Janis: have you told mum you’re staying over?

Libi: Yeah, cos I do this thing where I bother letting people know where I am

Janis: Um alright, I did

Janis: you’ve studied the note, allegedly 

Libi: You didn’t pick up when I rang, since when’s that something we’re trialling?

Janis: It’s been super fucking hectic, it wasn’t intentional or part of a plan, obviously

Libi: Alright, you didn’t intentionally scare the shit out of me, that’s fine then

Janis: Libs, I’m sorry

Janis: what do you want me to do? ‘Cos I can’t answer earlier now

Libi: Case’ll come home if you tell him to, you could do that

Janis: He needs looking after right now, you’re gonna be piss tired for school already if you went to bed now, never mind by the time we got in

Janis: it makes no odds, we’d talk even less if I had to bring him back when he doesn’t want to be there, you know that

Libi: It makes no odds to you, Jim wouldn’t say that, I’m not saying it

Janis: Seriously? That’s not fair

Libi: It’s not fair that Case kicks off at his girlfriend and you not only give him a free pass but you offer him a lift to wherever he fancies going

Janis: You don’t know what happened, or what went on between them, you reckon you’ve pieced it together from her socials but that’d only be one side and it’s still not even gonna be her full story, if at all true

Janis: He’s upset

Libi: It’s the same story all the time, whatever happens or whatever goes on between him and whoever he has a go at, you take his side

Janis: Why would you take the side of a random girl you don’t know over someone you’ve known nearly your entire life?

Janis: That makes no sense

Libi: You said it, I’ve known him almost my entire life

Janis: That’s a fucked up thing to say

Libi: It’s true, what else do you want me to say?

Janis: Are you not even slightly concerned how he is

Libi: I don’t know

Janis: It doesn’t matter, I’m here and he’s safe, pass that on to the other two, if they decide they’re bothered

Libi: You need to talk to Jim, he’s really bothered you haven’t done that

Janis: I put all I could in the note, you can tell him we’ve talked, then I’ll talk to him when I’m back

Libi: If you’re making me your messenger, you have to tell me things

Janis: Well I have, plenty 

Libi: I’ve known you my entire life

Janis: You don’t need to hear everything, it’s either not mine to tell or not yours to be told

Janis: you aren’t stupid, you know that this is delicate 

Libi: I’m not stupid, I know why it’s you he runs to every time 

Libi: and how it makes a shit idea worse

Janis: And it isn’t surprising, none of you have seemed even vaguely concerned how he is, he’s not stupid either, who else is he going to go to when things like this happen

Libi: It’s not like I’ve said I want him to go to Ian’s, or I would ever say that, but I’m sick of things like this happening

Libi: why is that bad?

Janis: We all are

Janis: that doesn’t mean ignoring it will fix anything though, from any of us

Libi: Don’t ignore me again, okay?

Libi: I thought… everything… every shitty thing there is to 💭

Janis: I wasn’t but I’m sorry that your head was there

Janis: I will make sure I reply quicker, even if it’s just a 👍 so you know I’m not being held hostage

Libi: Or in the morgue, unless someone who works there has a very fucked up sense of humour

Janis: You don’t need to worry about me, nothing bad happens to me, ever

Janis: well blessed

Libi: You just don’t want me to end up in your place on the slab, I get it, but I’m blessed with an inhaler, so don’t worry either

Janis: 14 is too young, even by our family’s shit luck, kid

Libi: My birthday’s soon 🥳

Janis: I know, ‘scuse me for betting on you not dying before you got to it even

Libi: 😏

Janis: Subtle hint not needed, you’ll get your 🎁 on time, girl

Libi: What is it?

Libi: and how’s that for subtle? 

Janis: as a sledgehammer 

Libi: 😤 Bobs won’t tell me either

Janis: He better not, you only get the one a year, don’t fuck it up

Libi: Promise you’ll be back tomorrow

Janis: Promise, I have to talk to him in person, already told you

Libi: I do care, slightly, if Case is okay or not… 🤏

Janis: He’ll be okay but it’s no secret he hasn’t been, for a while

Janis: it’ll all get sorted, promise that too, whilst I’m at it

Libi: It’s no secret she’s a… well, you know, without me needing to fully victim blame the girl in writing

Janis: Yeah, we don’t need to worry about her no more

Janis: She was a mistake, fair to say

Libi: And a catalyst, for something he was always gonna do

Janis: You can’t just ignore things forever and act like that means they’re dealt with

Libi: Right

Janis: I’ll see you tomorrow then

Libi: Try and get some sleep yourself, you must be loads tired-er than me

Janis: Pretty knackered but adrenaline works wonders

Janis: I will do though

Libi: Goodnight, I’m the most glad you’re okay

Janis: Of course I am, go have some sweet dreams yeah

Libi: I’ll do my best

Janis: You can tell either of them any of this, by the way, none of it’s need to know

Libi: Bobs’ll probably read it

Janis: 👋 like

Libi: I’d wake him up to, but that’ll take longer than it will you to fall asleep

Janis: about right

Janis: 🥿 usually works but save that for when it’s worth deploying

Libi: I don’t need telling what works, tah, I know everything that does

Janis: 😏

Libi: Maybe I’ll chuck a shoe at you though, next time you pull a move like this

Janis: because I do, all the time, just for fun, like

Libi: It’s a first, I’m not assuming it’s the last time too, like we’ve both said, I’m not stupid

Janis: I wouldn't promise otherwise but

Janis: it isn’t how I plan to deal with things, on the whole

Libi: You’d get called the worst role model again, if nothing else

Janis: You’re smart enough not to need one

Libi: Have you forgotten what 14 is like? I still need you

Janis: Not to tell you what to do, you’re much smarter than I was at that age

Libi: I don’t know about that, I didn’t feel smart today

Janis: Yeah but you didn’t do anything dumb about it, however bad it felt

Janis: you stayed put and it paid off

Libi: I would’ve gone anywhere he wanted me to, further than you, for longer, and cared less about it

Janis: You didn’t want him to feel as shit as you did

Libi: But it wouldn’t have been smart, the search party would be massive, and all FUMING

Janis: Alright, princess, I get it 👑

Libi: Another reason I need you around, you get it, so many other people think it’s weird how much I’d do for that boy

Janis: You’ve known each other forever, it’s family by choice, not blood, it makes it more important

Libi: Yeah

Janis: I understand

Libi: It’s something I could build sweet dreams from anyway

Janis: You know you can tell me anything, whenever you need to

Libi: Ooh, I love how cryptic that was

Libi: the NERVE to say I’m not subtle and then say that

Janis: Ha, you know what I’m saying perfectly well

Janis: some thing you might not want to share with Bobby, or can’t

Libi: We had the same puberty talk at school, they aren’t allowed to split us by gender any more

Janis: Cheek, they didn’t do that when I had it a few years prior, you cow

Libi: 👑

Janis: 🙄😘

Libi: *🥱😴

Janis: Piss off then, I ain’t taking the blame for you falling asleep in lessons

Libi: You could write me a note, you’re not at all crap at it, like

Janis: Only if it’s to Lucas otherwise I can’t be bothered

Libi: No girl is falling asleep in an English lesson

Janis: Hmm, riveting, ain’t he

Libi: He wishes, but instead, it’s too dangerous

Libi: I’m not ending up duct taped into the back of his [a shit car idk but you would cos of Ali and Billie] cos Case was upset by his breakup, tah very much

Janis: That’s really helpful, tah

Janis: no need to be quite so cinematic about it

Libi: I can’t help it if his idea of an after school club is making a snuff film in his garage

Janis: I’m well aware, the preview was enough

Libi: Shh, you’ll ruin my dreams now all this talk of sir

Janis: Go to bed, he wouldn’t mess with you, he’s not quite that dumb, however creepy

Libi: See you tomorrow

Libi: oh and I love you

Janis: Love ya Libs

Libi: Necessary last words if either of us get kidnapped and murdered

Janis: 🤞🤞

Libi: [The way she would have to be dragged out of this house by Casey for this dog walk is just reminding me of her throwing herself at him drunkenly and being dramatically pushed off cos it’s all so physical, I’m FINE]

Bobby: [When neither of you has any clue what’s going on just that it’s clearly bad and there’s nothing you can do about that and also there’s a random dog, for no reason at all, like hello]

Bobby: Are you okay

Libi: [when you don’t reply for ages because you’re too busy having a full go at Casey because like we said in the OG coats or not JC are literally covered in lovebites and Libi is not stupid, but she’s not signing any of this convo which is rude and so unlike her because she just automatically would to the point it’s clear she has to make the effort to not]

Libi: No

Libi: you?

Bobby: Did he hurt you, when we were getting out the door

Bobby: I didn’t see, I was looking at them and then

Libi: I don’t think so

Libi: or not enough for me to care right now

Bobby: That’s something

Bobby: 1 thing

Libi: I’m sorry

Bobby: Why would you be, you’re the only one who doesn’t need to be

Libi: that you had to ask me if I’m hurt cos I wouldn’t just go and it meant he had to touch me, that I left you out of having a go at him when it’s you who has the right to not me, that I didn’t push Jan harder last night to find out what the fuck was happening

Libi: so many reasons

Bobby: I don’t wanna talk to him no more than he does me

Libi: I’m never talking to her again, she said I wasn’t stupid and then made such a fool of me, of all of us

[adrianasunderworld]

Yet another round of Papa Crewel

If Yuu didn’t know how to sew already, they are going to learn now. Crewel cares a lot about clothes, how they're cared for and tailored. Man has known how to make clothes as long as he can remember. He insists that Yuu at least learn the basics as a valuable life skill. You never know when something needs to be fixed or tailored. If Yuu already knows, and even enjoys it, this is a great way to bond. A hobby they can share. Yuu has full access to Crewels sewing room. If there are two people messing around in there, it may finally widdle down his fabric stash. Maybe.

Another of Crewels interests is cars. his vintage red convertible is his pride and joy. He’s currently in the process of restoring another car. Whenever Yuu is over for the weekend, he’ll make them hold the flashlight for him while working on the car. And yes, Grim is not excused from this either. He’s small, he can bring the light under the car.

Crewel often has Yuu act as his assistant in class. Potion brewing and alchemy are more science than magic, but even so, sometimes there are things that do require it, and thus Yuu is unable to participate. So Crewel offered to have them help him as an assistant for class credits. Even before they got close. 

Even so, spending all this time with Crewel, Yuu has found they've picked up all this information with ease. Labeling, collecting, and generally working with all the supplies made them commit it muscle memory without trying. Plus actually studying, it shouldn’t be surprising when Yuu broke the top 20 in the exam scores. Crewel was so proud of his pup.

Crewel would find it amusing if Yuu commented on a classmate. Puppy love was an adorable thing, even if Yuu tried to hide their small crushes from their father figure. But if one of the boys like Yuu instead? That is a different ballgame. These mutts think they're good enough for his pup? The audacity. Since taking in Yuu, Crewel has found he very much is the protective sort. 

Crewels mother found out he had taken in a child, and immediately came to visit. Picture the most fabulous older woman you can, with furs even more luxurious than her sons, still smokes those fancy long cigarettes, and has divorced a few rich men. That’s Crewels mom. And she is fantastic. Finally, someone new for her to spoil!

Ms.Crewel is nothing if not doting. She loves to shop, and uses Yuu as an excuse to take them out. Presses them for all the gossip. Gives advice on crushes that mostly amounts to “Go for the rich ones”. She even includes Grim and gets him fresh tuna and sparkly collars. She’s going to insist on family travel next time winter break rolls around.

Crewel is usually who Yuu calls when something at Ramshackle needs to be fixed, and they don't have the ability or tools to fix it themselves. “I can’t figure out what's wrong with my dryer.” “I’ll take a look after class. If I can’t figure it out you can do laundry at the house.”

As much as Crewel has become Yuus family in this world, sometimes they'll remember the old one they left behind. Any family, friends, pets, places they liked to go. Sometimes the feeling of missing gets too much and Yuu gets emotional. Or sometimes they’ll have a nightmare about what they've experienced. Sometimes they'll dream of waking up in a coffin that never opens. Or facing an overblot all alone. Either way, usually they deal with it alone, or Grim is there to comfort if he’s awake.. But this time the little monster is dead to the world. The nightmare still fresh in their mind, Yuu wanted very badly to be comforted and not alone. They decided to try their luck, and with a blanket wrapped around them, went to Crewels room. Luckily he was still up, laying in bed reading.

“Pup, what's wrong?”

“I..I had a nightmare. Can I hang out in here?”

Crewel patted the empty side of his bed and Yuu laid down and got comfy. It reminded Crewel of when he was a child and would crawl into his mothers bed after a bad dream. Like she used to, he gently stroked Yuus head, and soon enough they were back to sleep. Eventually Crewel closed his book and turned off the light. Yuu unconsciously curling up into their new fathers side. 

[strongheartneteyam]

[ all credits of the Neteyam pic go to the incredibly talented @cinetrix ♡]

Champagne Problems

Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: neteyam is a simp for reader, black cat gf/golden retriever bf "trope", a whole lot of angst, beach party, use of alcohol, some romantic comedy vibes, neteyam acting a bit cocky lol, reader is a tiny bit of a meanie towards neteyam, sexual language, sexual content, reader is a bit antisocial, flirting, emotionally unavailable bc of trauma reader, unrequited love (neteyam is the one having the unrequited feelings), sexual tension, commitment issues, exophilia, size kink, interspecies relationship, bad words. Hit me up to lemme know if I forgot something ahaha

Synopsis: Neteyam has had his eye on you for long but you always kept him away, at a safe distance. You have no feelings for him after all, you only think he's really attractive... right? What happens when he starts flirting with you at a Metkayina beach party and he just won't give it up? Will you finally give him a chance to show you how he feels or will you keep hiding behind the armor that you have for a heart? Neteyam is known among the na'vi as persistent and everybody knows he doesn't back off from a challenge. And you're his favorite one.

Reader is slightly older than Neteyam, for only 2 years.

Neteyam and Reader (AI Art)

Do you guys remember the story inspired by Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift that I promised like ages ago? Well... The first part is here? 🤓 A lot of people seemed to be excited to read this when I posted that sneak peak. Hope you guys like it! kiss kiss 💗

Slightly proofread.

Part 1 : Say Yes to Heaven

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If you dance, I'll dance

And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

Give peace a chance

Let the fear you have fall away

I've got my eye on you

(...)

Say yes to Heaven, say yes to me

Say Yes To Heaven (Lana Del Rey)

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"It's not like you're not gonna break me in half if we try to get down and dirty." You laugh a bit too much, the alcohol invading your brain slowly, making you care less and less about behaving in a "socially acceptable" way. Though you wondered if your not-a-bit-elegant-honesty mattered at all to Neteyam Sully, the na'vi boy sitting in the maroon leather couch, by your side, his huge size making the couch look ridiculously small. He was na'vi, after all. Totally different culture. The na'vi were way more upfront about their real thoughts and feelings.

Neteyam had been talking loudly, almost yelling, at your ear for the past 40 minutes, trying to make his voice sound louder than the party's music, so you could hear him try to convince you to hook up with him. As if the loud uplifting songs that echoed in the salty air of that Metkayina beach were not enough to bug your tired head, now you had Neteyam helping your headache get worse.

"That doesn't mean you can't let me take you home. Or even let me make you my mate, eventually, if we end up falling in love while we fuck under the starry sky. You might like laying with me in my hammock and letting me pleasure you more than you think. Maybe you'll want to be my girl once you get a taste of this na'vi spice" He was joking around with you while flirting.

His thick, muscular but still fleshy thighs were spread on the sofa way too much to your liking. It was almost like he was trying to show you how masculine or desirable - some bullshit like that - he was. You know, that kind of thing a lot of guys usually do when trying to seduce you.

You knew Neteyam was aware he was handsome, that his body was attractive. He had always had girls - na'vi and human - all over him since he was a teen, drooling over his beauty.

But if he thought his loverboy flirting that must have worked so easily with just way too many girls before was gonna work that easily with you, he was mistaken.

Okay, you had to admit he was being pretty insistent, though. Neteyam had been there for almost an hour already. You did not understand what was making him insist that much on you if you had an armor as impenetrable as the one of a human warrior of the Middle Ages, back on Earth. And those armors were really hard to get under.

"Listen" you took a last big sip of your champagne and put the glass cup on the wooden table next to the sofa "When you gonna give up, honey? It's not gonna work. I'm not hooking up with you." You looked him in the eyes.

Goddamn, were his orbs big compared to the ones of a human. 

They were beautiful, though.

Damn, (y/n)! Focus, girl!

"I'm known among my people for being disciplined, focused and getting what I want because I fight hard for it. You're my focus now, tawtute." (human) I'm not giving up on you. You're like my Ikran. You're wild and hard to get but I'll conquer you, sevin tawtute." (pretty human) "On the first try."

"Cocky much?" You smirked and shook your head in disapproval "No, but, seriously, Neteyam, are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten about tsaheylu? I don't have a neurological queue, babe. I know I have many braids in my hair," You pointed out your hairstyle "but they're all regular human braids. None of them have little tendrils on its tip. Sorry, Neteyam. We're Romeo and Juliet. And Juliet doesn't even love Romeo in this story. You're deemed to heartbreak." You said, like you could not care less about his attempts to win you over, sipping on your sparkling champagne, that went down your throat comfortably, making you feel cozy and safe. It wasn't gonna work, anyway.

You liked champagne a bit too much... you had to admit it was very possible that you had a bit of a drinking problem. Alcohol made you feel warm inside. In an emotional way too. It felt like someone was hugging you, when you would not let many real people hug you because you just were not exactly enthusiastic about having physical contact with just anyone. You only let your closest friends and some family members, like your little sister, hug you. 

Some people would often call you "cold" and say that you acted "like a queen, above everyone else", behind your back, but that could not be further from the truth. You actually hated how low your actual self steem was.

"Why don't you look at Munì?" You mentioned the curvy, tall, blue eyed Metkayina girl who clearly had a mad crush on Neteyam. She was incredibly pretty. Nobody could deny that. "She has been drooling over you ever since you got here. Give the poor girl a chance. She's such a cutie. If I liked girls, I'd easily do her. Look at those beautiful, long, toned legs. Look at her wide hips. Damn, she's yummy!" you were drinking too much, your honesty getting way too out there.

"I don't want her. I want you." He spoke, like he really meant it. "My hammock will be hanged between those two big trees you like to collect fruits from. I'll be waiting for you, if you want to meet me."

With that last line being said, Neteyam got up from the sofa and walked away, swiftly finding his younger brother Lo'ak and tapping on his back, like men usually do. Both brothers started what looked like an interesting conversation.

You were left alone wondering how Neteyam could say those words and walk away so nonchalantly. 

"Phew! I thought he'd never leave, girlie." Adeline screamed, coming closer to you.

She was your best friend. You guys knew way too much about each other, but that only drove you closer and made you two have a beautiful bond that felt unbreakable. She was one of the few people in the world you trusted with many of your secrets. But not even she knew everything about you. Yes, talk about trust issues…

"God, I was about to call his sister to take him away! Kiri is much more chill and quiet compared to her siblings. She's a sweetheart." You said, finally letting your guard down and being able to relax your body language, laying back on the couch and resting your bare feet on the wooden dark brown table in front of you

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You cursed yourself while you walked towards Neteyam's big light brown hammock, hanged between two big beautiful trees that reminded you of the Palm Trees that used to exist on Planet Earth.

Why were you doing that, anyway?

"Tawtute! You came." Neteyam smiled, relief all over his face 

You sighed.

"Yeah, but I'm still wondering why I did."

"Ouch!" He put his huge four fingered hand on his chest and frowned, like he was in pain

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Stop that, silly." Crossing your arms, you walked towards the big tropical tree in front of his hammock but still a little far

"Hey! Where are you going?" Neteyam almost screamed as you were already further away from him than you should be if you were actually gonna have sex with him

It was like you were running away from and showing up to the "job" at the same time. Go figure out.

You rested your back against that large tree, feeling the rough edges of the wood harassing your skin.

Neteyam was already almost there where you were. His long na'vi legs helped him walk faster than you anticipated.

Neteyam got next to you. You felt a little fear but a bit of excitement, simultaneously, when you realized your head only reached his hip.

Fuck, he was a giant next to you… why the hell did that turn you on?

"Are you afraid of me, yawntutsyìp?" (little loved one) Neteyam said in a lewd, low voice as you looked at him, feeling like a pathetic little ant looking up at a human

Was that how ants felt?

"No, silly, I'm not." You looked away from him and tried to focus on the way the eclipse had beautiful violet and blue tones

That almost worked. If it wasn't for Neteyam using his huge alien hand to stroke your hair softly.

"You're so pretty, tawtute." You could feel his gaze directed at you, you could feel his heat burning your skin. The desire he felt for you was almost freaking tangible. 

You kept your eyes on the stars.

"You're not gonna look at me, yawntutsyìp? Lemme see those pretty eyes, hmm?" Fuck, he was turning you on so much, your pussy felt good already and there was a tight knot forming in your lower belly. How did he do that to you with so little effort?

You looked up at Neteyam's face, your neck hurting. You did not expect to see a big bulge under his navy blue loincloth, though. Neteyam was so huge you could not help staring and your face totally betrayed your surprise.

"C'mon, I wanna feel your tiny body on mine." He paused and his big blue hand traced your collarbone and your shoulders "You're so small, tawtute… Hmmm…" he let out something between a moan and a growl "So soft too." Neteyam squeezed your arm, feeling your soft human flesh against his slender fingers "I love how different from na'vi girls you are. I'm so lucky to have you all to myself tonight."

Your breath was now labored and your pussy was soaked. Your poor panties were all wet.

"I'm dying to squeeze those titties. They look incredibly soft. But I won't do anything that intimate before you say "yes" first, yawntutsyìp."

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[milkiane]

MY FOREVER VALENTINE; druig

summary: druig finally understands what it means to love and to be loved, and it’s all thanks to you: his forever valentine.

warnings: excessive use of the word ‘love’, implications of a sexual joke, very very fluffy shit ! lovesick druig is my man // gif credits to @rileybinaa

word count: 2830

druig never understood the concept of valentine’s day, or how humans never fail to make a big fuss about it. there are three hundred and sixty-five days for people to show their love to someone, to express their adorations and commitment, to buy them flowers and chocolates, to write them softhearted love letters and poems.

what was so special about february 14th?

but in all honesty, if someone had to force the truth out of druig, he did. he did understand the concept of valentine’s day, he just didn’t have someone to love. never in his seven thousand years of living on earth has he ever felt those butterflies in his stomach, or the beating of his heart out of his chest, or that dizzying euphoric feeling; and all because of one person.

druig wants to love, he wants to be loved.

he is a lover, with or without one.

we exist for love — love is the reason why we’re here, he thinks.

and druig can see that now, he can see why love is such an immense feeling. he can see why people do things for the sake of love, why people die for love.

love. love. love. it’s all because of love.

love is soft and gentle. love is raw and painful. love is captivating, it’s spellbinding, it’s maddening! and quite frankly, that’s what makes it so beautiful.

and it’s all because of you — you showed him what love would feel like.

you, who is unapologetically and beautifully human.

you, who have managed to bewitch him with nothing but your charm and wits.

you, who made him unapologetically and beautifully human.

after years of observing and noting how people would just live with such tenderness and adoration, he finally found what he has been missing all his life.

he found love and that’s something he took pride in. he found love in you, and slowly, he started to find love in everything. he fell in love with you, and he started to fall in love with the world; with its beauty.

he finally understood what it would be like to be loved — and to be loved by you of all people?

oh, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

he wants to create a word just as beautiful as his love for you, but for now, he’s just going to have to make use.

“will you be my valentine, my love?”

you look up from your book to see druig behind you, his head poking over your shoulder as he hands you a wine-colored rose, a blithesome smirk gracing his lips.

“you’re five minutes late, druig,” you avert, trying to hold back the rhapsodic smile that was teasing your lips. you hold onto the rose, breathing in the aromatic smell as druig sits beside you on the park bench, his arm draped around you.

“well, i had to look good for m’lover now, don’t i?” druig grins, the familiar persistence of his accent evident in his teasing quip. it was true — druig did take his sweet time in seeking the right outfit before eventually settling with his usual leather jacket get-up.

you laugh softly, nudging his shoulder with yours — a habit of his you seemed to have picked up, he noticed — as you attempt to hide the rushing heat on your cheeks.

druig’s smooth-talking never failed to make you feel like a lovesick schoolgirl with a crush.

he is special; druig. you’ve known that the first time you laid eyes on the blue-eyed boy. with his quick-witted humor and charm, accompanied by his lovely looks — it wasn’t a shocker that you fell for him.

and then you found out that he is an eternal; an immortal graced with powers to protect humanity. he is a man of a thousand years and wisdom, having seen the evolution of your world as he battled with deviants, monsters that left the lives of many in peril.

you still couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that he chose you out of all the people in the world, mortals and immortals, somehow he chose you to love.

the universe couldn’t have been more in your favor. you continued to thank every star in the sky for giving you your lover. your other half. your twin flame. your soulmate. your druig.

“well, lover,“ you beam a smile. “i got you a flower, too.” it was a sunflower, along with handpicked daisies, adorning in the vast colors of blue felt paper (it matches his eyes, you thought). your smile parallels his as it was now in the hands of your muse. a beautiful flower for a blooming one.

you pull out a daisy from the mini bouquet and tuck it behind his ear. you whisper, “you’re so surreal,”

“i’m as real as i can be, love.” druig smiles, brushing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. he stops to take a breather, resting his forehead against yours.

“i’ve been shot by cupid’s arrow.”

“sap,” you mumbled.

it’s comical how over the top the decorations were this year. every niche and alcove is decorated with hearts, and cupids, and cheesy pick-up lines.

druig has his nose scrunched up at this every other second, he prefers to look at you instead as the amused smile gracing your lips never left.

you find it hilarious. he finds you beautiful.

the weather was perfect, though. the sun was shining, a little bit hidden by the fluffy clouds scattered on the open blue sky. couples were sprinkled all around as well, making the most out of the day.

“everything is just… so red!” you say, the sound you emit was the combination of a scoff and a laugh.

“d’you want me to make ‘em change the colors?” druig suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “possibly purple? pink? blue? — so it matches the color of my eyes?”

“you are such a-“ you stop in your tracks.

druig unintentionally tugs at your hand when you abruptly tumble to a stop. he looks at you, confused, before letting his own eyes follow the subject of your distraction.

“d’you know what i’m thinking?” you ask.

druig grinned.

“i do not dress like that!” druig scowls.

“you’re literally wearing the exact same thing right now!” you point out, a teasing grin on your face.

“but you make it look so… goofy.”

the two of you were holding up the same timeless teddy’s, picking up clothes and accessories for your bears because you were making each other.

“i think it’s cute.” you shrug, grabbing the black boots on the rack.

he mumbles something under his breath as he grabs the clothes that seemed fitting for your bear version. “leather jackets aren’t cute. they’re s’pposed to look cool.”

“whatever you say, druig.” you snort.

he pursed his lips trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spread across his lips. your eyes lit up brighter than the build-a-bear’s beaming lights.

you were happy, and druig was so gratified that he is living the same moment as your happiness — because it was the most beautiful thing that someone can ever witness.

“c’mon, we have to stuff them!”

“i know another thing i could stuff,” he murmurs mischievously.

“druig!” you gape at him in horror, watching as he doubles down with roguish laughter.

you glare at him as he continues to catch his breath. you grabbed your druig bear and stomped towards the stuffing station, leaving him gasping for air as he yelled, “no, c’mon, y/n! t’was a joke.”

druig was holding back the laughter threatening to escape his throat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, watching as his y/n bear gets filled with stuffings.

“druig!” you hush him, pinching his arm lightly. “you’re being a child!”

he yelped dramatically, pouting his lips as he rubbed the spot. he grinned almost immediately again though, pulling you against his chest to plant kisses all over the side of your face.

“druig,” you whined playfully, scrunching your nose up at the feeling of his soft kisses. you love this man so much.

a soft chuckle snaps you out of your little world, the two of you look for the source of the sound — it was the lady stuffing your bears. “you two remind me of my husband and i, we’ve been together for sixteen years now.”

“awe,” you coo, eyes softening and heart bursting. you feel druig tighten his hold on you, swaying the two of you. he knew how much you love love. you were a sucker for love stories.

the woman sighs happily as she guides you towards the next station. she lets the two of you pick a scent — in which you pick lavender, and druig picks strawberry — and on with the heart ceremony.

she continues, “yeah, it’s rare to find a love as beautiful as yours,”

you and druig grab the small paper hearts and smile at each other, eyes connected as you gave it a kiss.

“— so you two better cherish it forever. love works in mysterious ways,”

you type in the name of your dressed timeless teddy, druig. and druig does the same for his, y/n.

“— and yet it never fails to bring two of the most ideal people together.”

she smiles softly at the two of you. “well, congratulations on your first build-a-bears! thank you for choosing to celebrate this day with us, i don’t doubt this will be a memorable moment for not only the two of you as it was for me. happy valentine’s day, you two!”

“happy valentine’s day!” you greet back, offering her one last smile before leaving with druig. your own mini-me’s held in one hand as you held your lover’s in the other.

“she is so nice.” you simper. “i wonder how…”

your words faded as you continued to speak, all druig could think about is the smile on your face and how he wishes to see it all the time — to be the reason behind it.

the lady’s sweet words continue to swirl in his mind. love does work in mysterious ways, he thought, but you and him will never be a mystery because you two complement each other in every perfect way possible.

druig couldn’t agree more.

it is complete and utter heaven to form something as beautiful as your love for each other.

he couldn’t imagine living life without you. how could he? after getting a drift of how it would feel to be loved by you? it’s all he could ever yearn for. he wouldn’t last a second.

it was as if time flew by faster than makkari’s morning run because before you knew it, the sun was already setting. the brisk sinking sun created a scenic view that cast a soft glow on whatever the rays caressed.

as you and druig mindlessly walk around with no destination in mind, you sigh in content as you look back at today’s rendezvous.

you had brunch at a beautiful family-owned bistro near the park where druig picked you up. apparently, he was friends with the kind old lady who owned the place, earning a generous discount on the house, and a garlic bread or two especially packed for your lover.

you went around after that, which led you to make an exceptional quick stop to build-a-bear. you snapped a lot of pictures after leaving the workshop, much to druig’s chagrin.

and the museum was just calling out for the two of you as soon as your eyes fell upon it. druig had a smile on his face the entire time. you weren’t sure if it was because he personally lived through the history instilled in the art, reminiscing as he explained it to you, or if it was because of the risky snacking on the packet of candies you sneaked in. maybe it was both.

you wish, and always hold onto hope, that time could cease and halt for a moment, just for the sole reason of remaining in this very moment with your lover, simply basking in the moments you yearned to stay in forever with nobody else but druig.

you wanted enough time to count the freckles that were littered across his cheeks, enough time to give in to his “stay with me for five more minutes,” whispers in the morning, enough time to dance the night away with him, enough time to listen to his inner plant dad knowledge, enough time to argue that “yes, it is actually very crucial to own a dog, druig!”, enough time to tell him everything you love about him, to show him how much you love him. you just wanted enough time with him.

you simply wanted enough time to do everything and nothing with him.

“hey, i think i lost you a lil’ bit in there,” he taps your forehead. “what’s wrong, my love?”

“nothing,” you smile reassuringly. “m’just happy you’re here with me.”

“i am, too,” he pulls you in closer, planting a soft kiss on your temple. druig keeps his arm around you at all times, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

“look, dru,” you point out the tarpaulin hanging over the street lamps. “there’s an open evening fair a few blocks down.”

“d’you wanna go?” he asks.

“can we?”

“i don’t know, d’you think they’ll allow a couple as pretty as us to get in?”

you shake your head in amusement, not being able to resist pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “i bet you will bewitch them with your irresistible charm if they don’t anyway, dru.”

the place is filled to the brim with the same loud decorations, love songs were playing in the hidden speakers, and there were couples, friends and families all over the fair. druig nearly complained at the sight until his gaze landed on the divine food stalls.

his mouth watered.

he immediately drags you with him.

‘you’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…’

you let out a small gasp, pulling druig away from the free samples for a dance. you lead him towards the open space and started moving to the beat of the song.

druig halted, a bit hesitant on doing such an intimate thing with you in an open space. you two danced all the time. it wasn’t something new for him, though he was used to doing it behind closed doors; away from peering eyes of the world.

but with just one look in your eyes, he was a goner.

so he pulls you in closer with his arms snaking its way around your waist, swaying along to the melody of the song. he leans his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourselves in the moment.

you smile, feeling his skin against yours, bodies close and moving. you can feel his warmth, you can smell his lavender cologne. your hands roam around his body, memorizing every curve and muscle. you can feel his lips pressed against yours, moving in a soft and tender sync.

soon enough, your beautiful moment attracts an older couple. you smiled softly at them as the older lady gave you a wink. they start to slow-dance as if they’re back in the seventies, getting lost in each other’s eyes as they imagine their surroundings changing to memories of the reminiscents.

druig chuckled, planting a kiss on your nose.

and then came couples after couple, the open space slowly filling up with lovers who also wished to share a moment that was worthy of their own love stories.

the colorful hues that once colored the sky were now painted a dark blue with twinkling stars dispersed beautifully. it reminded you of druig’s freckles.

as the night went on, you managed to explore the entirety of the fair and chose to unwind the languor by laying down on your backs, a new blanket bought from one of the stalls shielding you from the prickly grass.

“i like your face,” you murmur. you were laying on your side as you continued to trace the starry freckles on your lover’s cheeks, your featherlight touches tickling his face every so often.

“i like your face, too,” druig smiles. his own finger coming up to trace the slope of your nose to the curve of your jaw.

every touch, you’re both grateful for. you left no skin untouched as you memorize each other’s artistic features with a stroke as soft as a new paintbrush.

he stops for a moment, letting his thumb caress your cheek before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“i love you.” you sigh in content, resting your head on his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady, the sound that is responsible for giving you hope and hearth — a beat that defeats every gentle lullaby.

“i love you more, my forever valentine.”

[h-worksrambles]

I basically haven’t been able to stop thinking about the end of Flynn’s route since I finished it, and there’s one aspect especially that just hurts for me.

Flynn’s whole route is basically a tragedy about Flynn’s attempts to put together the truth of what happened to Sydney, and the price he pays in pursuit of that knowledge. The...thing within Echo, the ghost or curse or entity whatever you want to call it, shows him the truth of the town, but Flynn becomes the Socket Monster. He’s subsumed into the supernatural forces of Echo and loses himself entirely...or does he? We basically know things are gonna end badly as soon as the perspective shifts to Flynn. If you’ve been through the other routes, especially TJ and Jenna’s, then by this point you know there is something else controlling Chase, that the player’s input and decision-making is an analogue to Chase being possessed by Sam, or the Echo entity’s reflection of Sam (at least in part). And we know it was actively suppressing Chase’s own personality and exacerbating his existing mental condition, making him quieter and more passive so he’d be easier to manipulate. So the second you see Flynn making an in-game choice and that music starts playing, you know we’re headed for disaster. And that’s exactly what happens. By the end, Flynn is beset by visions of Sydney that play on his own self-loathing, and guided into the mines where his physical body dies. The Echo entity doesn’t just punish the crimes of the townspeople. It thrives on them. It feeds on their guilt, pushing and even possessing them to commit more crimes to keep itself going. The mass hysteria may be caused by an unpunished murder, but it’s not out to fix things. And we know that because in TJ’s route, the entity convinces/coerces Chase into killing Flynn so the truth about Sydney’s death never comes out. After all, ‘this town needs secrets’.

And now poor Flynn is a part of that, existing outside of time, a tool for this thing to dole out punishment, and push people to commit more injustices so that it can punish them in turn. And after all that, when the entity shows him that fateful day, Flynn loses his sight at the last moment so he still never sees exactly what happened to Sydney. It’s horrible and tragic in every way.

But it’s the last scene that really hurts for me. As you know if you’ve played it, the final shot before the credits is a child Jenna seeing the Socket Monster in her closet. Jenna’s mentioned multiple times that she saw the monster several times when she was especially sad or angry while living with her parents. It never hurt her or anything, it just watched. And in Jenna’s good ending, it watches Jenna talk down Heather from her actions and vanishes upon seeing she really is ok. Despite the fact that it appeared to influencing Heather’s thoughts to convince her to flood the town to begin with, it relents at Jenna’s words. Even after losing his agency to this horrible, cursed town, some part of Flynn is still in there looking out for his friends.

Flynn was never able to really open up to his friends. He’s not good with expressing sincere feelings. He hides behind snark, sometimes in overly cruel ways. Sydney’s death drove a wedge between him and the rest of the group that never healed. Heck it was especially bad with Jenna because of how protective of TJ she was. Flynn’s route sees him trying to reach some level of emotional honesty with Chase during their..um…‘relationship’, and it ends in complete failure. And yet, route after route, he comes through for them. He saves Chase from the mines in Leo’s route, he’s supportive to Carl, and he’s there to help everyone in Jenna’s route, even after fighting with them all week.

And even now, having lost himself completely, even as this thing turns him against his friends multiple times, part of him had enough of a grasp of himself, to go and keep an eye on his friend when she was hurting. It’s too late for him to tell them how much he cared, but he can at least do this. Ow, my heart. Flynn’s route was the last one I did in the game, and I’m glad I finished with it. The ending was shocking, gut-wrenching, genuinely frightening, and it showcased precisely what makes Flynn such a great character. Echo’s story and characters gripped me from beginning to end, and they are definitely going to stick with me for a long time.