#remind me to never make something like this again bc RIP MY HAND

[personinthepalace]

My Lady Jane - World’s Smallest Violin (AJR)

for @incendiaglacies - Happy Birthday!

[cherie-doll]

Cod men reaction .

He and reader were on a mall date and reader suddenly stopped to look at a kids toy/a book/a book series. The thing is, reader grown up as the oldest grandchild, they used to have that toy/book(s), but it was ruined by their younger siblings/cousins.

Based on my real situation. Sorry for the broken grammar, I was typing this with one hand while eating pizza.

this reminds me of how i used to collect the archie comics as a kid and i loved reading them until my younger sibling ruined it bc they slobbered all over the pages like a dog, also, i hope that pizza was good i'm lowkey hungry

༢ུ· Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price would turn right away when he noticed you've stopped walking. He's watching you, the skin creasing around his eyes as he smiles and his eyes soften. There's just something to seeing you in awe, recognizing that thing you've wanted for a long time, the nostalgia that must've bubbled up inside of you seeing it again. He'll come up beside you and say "why don't we buy it?".

Simon stared, confused at what could be so interesting, and when he saw it was only a silly stuffed animal. At first he thinks it only caught your attention because it was cute, but it was quite plain, a little ugly looking plush too. But you remember hugging it when you slept as a child, it had a certain smell to it too, until it got ripped apart by your sibling's puppy. You had cried but never got a new one. Without prompting from his part you start telling him the story of how much you loved that thing, and how you still sort of do. Silently nodding and already pulling out his wallet.

Johnny actually pointed out the game you mentioned playing when you were younger, the game you described to him because you couldn't remember the name of it. "Isn't that the game you've been talking about?". You excitedly reply that it is as he picks up the box, your eyes going straight to the price tag but he's already going to checkout to buy it. You ask him what he's doing, "you've been wanting to try it out again, right?" he replies with a smile.

Kyle remembers the time he helped you go through boxes when you moved in with him and how he opened a box filled with old stuff from your childhood. He had found a set of beat up books, some with pages missing, chunks ripped out or with crayon scrawled on them. You tell him it was a series you loved reading as a kid but was messed up by your siblings who played a mean prank on you. He later goes on out and purchases the same set of books and surprised you with them when he arrives home.

Roach once noticed a keychain made of seashells hanging on your bag, some of the shells were broken but it still looked like it had been a pretty little trinket. He played with it, fidgeting with it until he asked you why you still carried the old broken keychain. You tell him it was a gift from your late grandfather that he had made, kids had pulled at it and it had fallen to the floor, breaking in pieces. You had tried fixing it before but were missing pieces. He didn't buy you a new one, instead he spent an evening gathering seashells that looked close to the broken ones and rearranging them in the same order. It was difficult but was worth seeing you happy.

Alejandro could probably late to having to give up your toys to younger siblings or cousins because he had to do the same. So, it feels as if he heals something within himself when you both stop and look at the toys in a secondhand store that bring you a sort of nostalgia. He remembers summers spent playing outside and having to share the toy plane with his siblings. He notices you staring at a toy too and decides to give into making the little kid still in both of you happy.

Rudy has seen how you still keep the little dolls aligned neatly on your shelf. He's noticed how you put up a new one every time you find one when going through your old stuff. He's listened as you tell him how there is one specific doll you remember owning that was your favorite to play with, until it was either taken by some other kid who thrown away accidentally. He spots it at an antique shop and recognizes it because he's always thinking of you. Knowing this will make you feel complete he buys it and excitedly goes home to show you.

Phillip would have been walking along just like any other day he takes you shopping at the mall for you to let some stress out by swiping a credit card. He felt the absence of your hand on his arm and when he turned around he saw you in the toy shop through the glass display. When you held it in your hands, you felt your old emotional attachment to the toy reignite, it was smaller than you remembered but still as secure and comforting as ever. You turn to find Phillip beside you, he only nods, giving you the green light to just go ahead and buy it.

Makarov would hardly deny you from buying anything you wanted. It just strikes him as odd for there to be a change in the pattern you keep of buying clothes, jewelry and other luxurious items for a stuffed animal. But he knew that soft look in your eye, the reminiscing of a memory from long ago still etched in your mind that bloomed in your heart again. His eyes went from plush to you and back to the plush again. He told you to buy it and anymore you might have wanted.

Keegan found it slightly amusing that you had gotten so excited over seeing a children's series you thought had become lost media. He had taken you to the bookstore and instead of finding some cute romcom or some classical piece of literature you ended up in the corner of the kid's book section immersed in rereading the series that had become your escapism when you were a kid. You were going to leave it back where you found it when leaving but Keegan just chuckled and told you to buy the entire series.

König stared curiously at how entranced you were by the plush the kid held in front of you while at the food court. At first, he thought you were having baby fever or something, but really you were more interested in kid's backpack plush. You remember having one as a kid, you used to take it everywhere with you until you lost it, not knowing if one of your parents gave it away. You passed by a store that sold them, and König guided you inside the store to buy one for you. It was funny when the lady at the register asked if it was a gift for your kid.

Horangi knew you always had a thing for collecting adorable figurines, toys, anything that reminded you of when you were a kid. You took care of them so well too, placing them on shelves which he built btw, and dusting them off frequently. When asked why you were so particular about caring for them, you said it was because your old toys were always being broken from your siblings playing too rough with them. It must've broke your little kid heart to see them on the ground, all dirty and chipped off pieces. Now, he is always surprising you with one when he comes back from the store.

Nikto's first thought was that you had picked up the figurine as a gift for one of the kids in your family. At first, he couldn't understand that you were getting it for you, you were staring at the toy so fondly. What memory could have arisen in your mind at the moment? But he recognized the feeling of finding serenity in the little mundane things in life; in your case a toy. He offered to pay for it and as he drove home, he kept glancing over to you and seeing how you had the little thing in your hands, holding it instead of leaving it in the bag. He couldn't even tease you for it.

[mirclealignr]

idk how i went so long without noticing you write for awae 😭 could i request a 🍋‍🟩 (or a blurb if you feel - whichever is fine!) with gilbert where he just gives fem!reader little gifts all the time? maybe they’re dating or he just has feelings for her & that’s how he expresses it or something bc i think it would be adorable :(

patience | gilbert blythe

gilbert blythe x fem!reader.

help this is the first time i’ve written gilbert. that's probably why though because no one ever requests it so I've never written for awae lol also it's 700 words and i hope i like it x

gilbert blythe was rather a quiet lover. though full of confidence and not afraid to go after what he wanted, his confidence was calm, collected and reserved. he wasn’t boisterous nor obnoxious. he was still.

gilbert had always been told that opposites attract; but now that he had found y/n, he was firm in his belief that this was not always the case. he believed himself and y/n much alike. she was the ocean on a summer morning when there was nothing but a light breeze, she was the whisper between the trees that reminded you there was always something more.

a few months ago y/n noticed a small book on her porch. it was empty, but for an inscription on the inside reading ‘for all of your thoughts.’

gilbert had always listened to her.

and again, a few weeks ago, gilbert and y/n had taken a walk past their old school. there were many memories trapped within those walls, some of which they hoped would remain there, and others they wished could stay forever. in those days, gilbert was perhaps less understanding, more naïve than he cared to admit, even now.

gilbert had decided to stay in avonlea after his adventures at sea. to stay with bash and his new wife, mary. this is something of which y/n admired. his proud strength and selflessness. the strong bonds of which he nurtured.

and after their reflective walk together, y/n found something tucked away in her bag. it was shakespeare’s sonnets.

gilbert knew how much she adored his sonnets.

in between these gifts were small notes, pretty stones, flowers, dried petals and and baked goods. mary had been teaching gilbert to cook and bake, at his request, as she had informed y/n.

gilbert simply knew how to read y/n, how to treat her and how to please her. to him, y/n was a book in which only he could understand the message. and more recently, he felt himself ready to relay to her this understanding, which only fostered the desire he had for her since they were merely children.

and now, gilbert smiled, beamed even, as he handed y/n a gift wrapped in paper with a string bow keeping it all fixed together.

“you knew it was me, did you not?” asked gilbert as y/n took the object, referring to the gifts y/n had been "mysteriously" receiving over the past months.

“of course i knew.”

y/n unwound the string with care, pulling the paper folds back delicately so as not to break or rip anything that could be inside. and what a treasure lay within.

y/n gasped. “gilbert! you should not have spent this sort of money on me.”

“any money i could have spent on you would have been worth it. but this didn’t cost me a dime,” laughed gilbert. “i made it myself.”

y/n looked down again at the beloved gift. it looked expensive, it looked expertly designed, in her eyes. in her hand she held sea shells that hung from a small wooden beam, shimmering down three lengths of string. in the light breeze, the shells tickled against one another creating a soft, vibrant sound. it was familiar somehow, though she’d never heard shells make that sort of noise before.

“you made this?” asked y/n in disbelief. disbelief at a talent she had not known gilbert to possess and disbelief that he should take the time to make her something so beautiful, so ethereal.

“i had help on my first two or three, but that one i did all by myself,” hummed gilbert proudly.

“it’s marvellous, i can’t believe you would do this for me,” y/n laughed in astonishment, for she did not know how else to show her appreciation.

“y/n, i would take the time to do anything for you. i have always loved you, y/n. you know that, do you not?”

y/n shook her head. she had known, of course she had. but she waited. after his father passed away and the deep urge he felt to leave his home in order to find his way through, y/n waited for gilbert to come back to her. she waited until he was ready. and now here he was, spilling over the edges as he finally told her what she had wanted to hear for so long.

“yes. i love you, gilbert.”

[delight-angelsbliss]

Hello, may I request S1-30 where Sonic see his crush excitedly showing papers, stickers and perfume for letters to their group of friends asking for their opinions in some combinations of it bc she is writing a very important letter, then some days pass she seems kinda down and never touch in the subject of the letter anymore just to Sonic found a crumpled love letter cleanly to him with no sender but with the same combination of paper, stickers and perfume that he and their friends chose to reader's letter? (Btw I've been liking your writing a lot 💕)

Prompt: writing a letter only to throw it away

Warnings: none to my knowledge crazy notes go brr

Notes: I'm back queens did u miss me HELP THIS IS SO CUTE also ty I've been trying hard 😋 ok so basically when I was writing this on a bench with some ppl but someone was harassing me coming way too close and breathing down my neck I was literally so creeped out brother euugh and someone was laughing screaming saying " she's getting harassed!" I also had therapy and I might go back to a mental hospital again. Chat btw is sonic a homeless man? Idrk so I'll just pretend they have apartments and stuff lol also the reset thing isn't absolutely gone but I'll manage

Ever since February started you've been raving about a particular letter you're making everyone knew about it and even tried to help you

What perfume? Moschino pink Boquet seemed fitting! Should I pick the blue or pink envelope? White with hearts may be cool

The one who helped you the most was definitely amy, I see her as a romance enthusiast and would definitely be there for anyone who struggles or something with romance

But someone was more intrigued than helpful, ofc it was Sonic! Making little jabs at you for trying, pushing to who it could be, teasing you for having a crush

It was ENDLESS!! He was so relentless with his teasing that it got annoying at some point. But could you blame him? From his point of view you were in love with someone else and that made him jealous

He felt heartbroken but let it go to keep you as happy as possible

It's like his heart was ripped out his chest and eaten but he paid no mind and instead tried his best to continue helping you with the letter for mystery person

But at the point where he made peace with you not being in love with him.. You've already stopped talking about it

It's like you've never even heard of it

Maybe it has been sent? He didn't know but it made him a bit worried

But one day while back at his place, he finds a neatly designed letter, the envelope was white and had small hand drawn hearts every where with a nice perfume scent

The letter had his name on it but no sender, but the cute packaging reminded him of a certain someone's letter

Was it really from you? No way. His heart lights up and so does his smile, if it was really from you he had to find out!! His crush left him a letter his life felt whole and complete

If it was really from you then Sonic knew he had to confront you about it

Not long after he starts racing to your place, but suddenly he goes back home

It's best to get some flowers, don't you think?

With everything in hand, flowers and the letter, his feet race to your apartment

In mere seconds Sonic reaches your place, his heart beats as fast as possible as his hand hovers against your door. The sun had its time and was now setting, the shade from the others building and the combination from the setting sun made it all feel so much more romantic

Sonic calms his breathing, returning to his normal state: cockiness

His hands finally give a strong knock

After you open the door, your gaze meets the letter that was oh so gently in his hand

"Be my valentine..?" Sonic holds out the flowers

Maybe leaving letters do work

[vashs-turtleneck]

Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I binge-read all of you trigun fics and i loved them, so i wanted to request something too!

How about a Vash x reader where the reader sleeps on him? Vash is listening to them ramble about something and then boom, they fall asleep on him bc hes warm. <3

Omg my first request. I'm so honoured, and I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed my other fics!! I'm sorry this took so long to complete. It was a busy couple weeks for me, but I hope you like it!

Also this ended up being way longer than I thought it would.

Quiet Nights.

Rating: T Summary: After a less than stellar day, Vash can't seem to get out of his own head. Luckily, he has you. Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Content: pining, angst, fluff. Word Count: 2.7k

It's quiet.

Galaxies paint the skies above him, his thoughts accompanied only by the sound of the wind blowing, the crackling of the fire, and the subtle discomfort of the rock he's leaning on pressing into his spine.

Quiet, but not peaceful.

Not for Vash.

Never for the humanoid typhoon.

His head is in turmoil, recollecting all his sins and keeping him from sleep. All the venom spat his way as the last town cursed the walking disaster, forcing you both out without so much as a chance to breathe, with bullets hitting the ground at your heels as you ran.

He deserved it. Every last word. Every last bullet shell. He knows he did, but you didn't.

He glances down at you, snuggled up so comfortably in your sleeping bag. Now you look awfully peaceful, your face barely peeking out from under the covers, letting him see the fine cut you got on your cheek as a result of today's troubles.

If he had been faster.

If he had been more vigilant.

If you weren't with him.

You'd be safer without him.

He's overthinking again.

Or is he?

Damn it, what's right anymore?

Keeping you around, is it wrong? This selfishness he lets himself indulge in with your presence, it must be wrong. But how can it be when it feels so right, when having you by his side makes his chest swell with a warmth that makes him feel like he's found a home?

Absent-mindedly, his warm hand reaches for you. He can see you. He can see the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. You're right there, but he has to remind himself that you're real. 

You're okay, he has to tell himself. You're alive.

But just as his thumb is about to carefully swipe over the scrape on your cheek, your pretty eyes flutter open. You look right at him, and Vash freezes.

“Eep!” The typhoon squeaks out in surprise and pulls his hand away. “S-Sorry! I wasn't doing anything weird, I promise!”

“That makes it sound like you were absolutely doing something weird," you tease back oh so sweetly.

“I promise I wasn't.” He says with a pout, looking away from you.

“Can't sleep, Vash?”

He shakes his head.

“Just thinking.”

“Well, that's no good. You always let that pretty head fill with such stupid thoughts.”

‘Pretty.’

Well you sure know how to get him to blush. He tries to shake off this feeling you give him and swallow down the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, taking a few calming breaths before he speaks again.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's alright. I wasn't asleep.”

Vash turns back to you, his head tilting questioningly. 

“Hmm? Why not?” He asks, and he hopes that your head isn't filling with the same thoughts as his.

“I try to stay up if I know you're awake.”

And you must see the confusion on his face, because you answer his question without him needing to ask. 

“Gotta keep my eyes peeled if I wanna make sure you're not running off again.” You chuckle, yet your words hit him like sandsteamer.

Oh.

He can't really argue with you there. Hell, even just now, he was considering it. Part of him wants to reassure you that he won't leave, but he also doesn't want to lie to you. If it came down to choosing between keeping you safe and never seeing you again, he'd be gone in a heartbeat, no matter how much it would rip him to shreds inside.

He cherishes your presence.

When you came into his life, things became just a little bit more lively. Sure, his routine stayed mostly the same; it's not like there's all that many options for how to live his life when he's always on the run, but now he has someone else to share it with. You eat with him, walk with him, and when the double dollars are short and you have to settle for spending the night out under the open sky, you're right there, laying next to him in your own little sleeping bag. He can have a conversation with you as the two of you travel between towns. He can tell you about the stars in the night sky on nights like these, and help point out the constellations draped over your heads.

He's not alone anymore.

He cherishes you, no matter how selfish that may be.

He'd much rather not have to leave you, if he's being completely honest.

“Well,” Vash cuts the somewhat uncomfortable silence between the two of you. “If neither of us are gonna sleep, wanna look at the stars with me, mayfly?”

He sees how your eyes sparkle, and you sit yourself up in your sleeping bag, shuffling yourself closer to him. He leans against you and points up towards the stars, and your gaze follows his index finger. 

“Right there. Those ones over there make the shape of a four-pronged fork.”

The side of his face is dangerously close to yours, but you seem too immersed in the sky to notice. Thank goodness for that, or else you might have noticed his cheeks heating up.

“You see it?”

You must be able to see it. You're looking right a-

“I don't see it.”

“H-huh?”

“I have no clue what you're pointing at.”

“Whu- What do you mean?! You're looking right at it!” Vash says, his tone playfully exasperated, and it has you giggling so softly that he has to swallow those butterflies back down.

It takes him a moment to realize he's smiling too, watching you fondly as you try to compose yourself. Surely he's not that funny?

As he sees you refocusing on the stars, a harsh gust of wind passes through, striking the flames of the fire and forcing you to retreat back into your sleeping bag with a subtle shiver that Vash notices all too quickly.

“You cold, mayfly?” Though he doesn't have to ask. He can see it by the way your shoulders tremble.

“Maybe just a bit.”

“You could come closer, if you want. I have plenty of body heat to spare.” He tries to say nonchalantly, tapping at the space in front of him.

‘Closer.’

Closer would be nice.

And to his surprise (and secretly to his delight), you come much closer. You scuttle out of your sleeping bag and carefully situate yourself in front of him, sitting on the ground between his legs and leaning your back against his chest like he's some chair. You tuck the top of your head beneath his chin, an all too close position, but he's definitely not complaining. He only hopes you don't feel his heart hammering in his chest right now, but at least like this you can't see how his cheeks hue a deep scarlet.

You're so close.

Deep breaths.

“Better?”

“Mhm. Much better.” You hum, tucking yourself against him, his body and jacket sheltering you from the wind. “Now where is it again?”

“There,” He says as he points up towards the constellation again. "Do you see it now? If you look up from the tip of my finger, you can see how those stars make the shape of a fork."

"It still just looks like a bunch of pretty splotches to me."

"Mayfly!"

You giggle far too sweetly at his reaction, so purely that it almost eases the unrest in his heart. So carefree, so lighthearted.

Do you not care that you got hurt? Are you so oblivious to the danger he puts you through?

Do you not hate him for it?

Long lanky legs stretch out to your sides, your back pressed to his broad chest. It's easy to forget just how big he is when he hides his frame beneath this jacket of his, how well he hides just how strong he is. This jacket hides the body of something inhuman, a natural disaster, as people call him. Right now though, this jacket is keeping you covered and warm. 

His marred body is keeping you warm.

“I'm sorry, mayfly.”

“Hmm?” You hum, tilting your head back slightly to look at him and giving him a close view of your pretty eyes. 

“Your cheek. I'm sorry. It's my fault you got hurt.”

He hesitantly reaches for your face again, and when he sees you're not pulling away, his calloused thumb gently brushes along the scuff on your soft cheek, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than friendly.

Warm.

“It's not your fault, Vash. It was all just some stupid misunderstanding and we got caught in the middle of it.”

“Still,” He whispers, and even he can hear the sadness in his own voice despite his attempt to stifle it. “You'd be safer without me.”

You sigh. That same casual sigh you do when he's eaten so many doughnuts that he's given himself a tummy ache, like you're fed up with his silly everyday antics.

“It's like I said– Pretty head, stupid thoughts.” You tell him, turning forward once more and resting your head under his chin again.

“Right here,” You say, playfully tapping the knee he has resting against your side. “This is the safest place I can be, Vash.”

Safe.

Do you really feel that way?

“You're comfy, you know.” You say soundly, and it nearly has Vash choking on his own spit.

“M-Me?!” He blurts.

“I don't see anyone else here,” You snicker. “Very warm too. You weren't kidding about having body heat to spare.”

“I- well I- Uh…” He stumbles over his own words. He doesn't know what to say to something so kind right now, and strangely… intimate. Those butterflies aren’t going down easily. 

“Those ones look like you.” You chime, your hand pointing up at the sky.

“Huh? The stars?”

“Yeah, right there. Do you see? That's your spikey hair, and right under is your little mole.”

“How do you see that but not a fork?”

“Don't know, but if I can't see the regular constellations, I might as well make my own.”

Making up your own constellations. How cute.

He's not stupid. He knows you're doing this on purpose, trying to get his mind off whatever is bothering him, but that's just like you. In his mind, you shine brighter than the stars. His guiding light, something to bring him back down to No Man's Land when he gets lost in the maze inside his head.

“That one looks like Kuroneko.” You gush, pointing elsewhere.

“Who?” He says, trying to follow the direction of your finger. Maybe seeing pictures in the stars is harder than he gave you credit for.

“Don't worry about it.” You chuckle, letting your hand fall back down.

“Well that one looks like a doughnut with sprinkles.”

“You would see that.”

“And that one looks like a slice of cake.”

“Is your sweet tooth acting up?”

“...Maybe.”

“We'll get some sweets in the next town then.”

“Mmh. That'd be nice.”

Shared laughter fills the air surrounding the two of you, followed by silence.

Comfortable silence.

His mind is quieter now, no longer buzzing with unanswerable questions, regrets, and ‘what ifs’.

Peaceful.

Because of you.

After a few minutes of silently looking up at the galaxies hanging up high, he breaks the calm air between the two of you.

“Thank you, mayfly.” He whispers, not missing the way his voice trembles ever so slightly.

“I get stuck in my own head sometimes. I-I guess a lot of the time, really. It's… nice to have someone around to help me out of it.”

He clears his throat, trying to get rid of that shakiness in his voice.

“W-Well– y’know– not just someone. You're not just someone. You're one of a kind. Special.”

His heart is hammering in his chest, he can feel it drumming behind his ears. He doesn't want to promise you anything. He doesn't make promises, but if he can just try to express to you how badly he needs you around, then maybe…

“You're, um– you're very precious to me, mayfly. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now. Not without you, anyway.”

Oh no. You're not saying anything. Was that too much?

“Ha ha… S-Sorry, didn't mean to bring down the mood.”

God, his heart is pounding. If you didn't already hear it before, there's no way you can't hear it now. 

Another few moments of silence pass, and he can't take it anymore. Vash gulps and looks down at you, worried to see the expression on your face, scared he took this too far, but when he does gaze down, you're wearing the most peaceful expression he's ever seen.

You're asleep, nuzzled up against him. Not only that, but you're asleep first, despite what you said earlier. Actually asleep too, he judges based on how deeply you're breathing.

Guess he can't run off if you're keeping him in place.

‘You're comfy.’

Is he really? These hands stained with blood, this body tattered in scars, this unchanged face that he's worn for over a century, this name that has the power to strike fear in the hearts of all. Yet here you are, leaning into him, asleep, vulnerable, and completely trusting of him.

You must be crazy. Don't you know he's the humanoid typhoon?

He's holding you close. A tad too close for what he would consider friendly, but despite the heat he feels rising to his cheeks, he doesn't want to pull away.

His limbs wrap tightly around you, pressing you into his chest, his head leaning slightly against your shoulder until your hair tickles his nose, like he wants to melt into you. Shyly, he takes in the scent of you. That smell that is so inherently you. Just the feeling of you so close to him, grounding him, quieting the thoughts in his head.

‘You're here. You're okay. You're alive.’ He tells himself.

Warm. 

Soft. 

Safe.

Home.

Truth be told, he could never bring himself to leave. He'd have to be pried away from  you, and even then, his hands would cling to you until his nails were cracked and bloody. If he was being honest with himself, you've got him by the heart.

Maybe he'll let himself be selfish. 

‘Maybe just for tonight.’ He promises himself, though even he knows that's a lie.

✧ ✧ ✧

Morning comes all too quickly, the suns managing to shine down directly onto you. You groan, bringing a hand to your face to rub the sleep from your eyes. You shift your body to stretch, yet you feel yourself held in place, and look down at your waist to see what it is.

A pair of arms wrapped around your middle, one cooler than the other, but both just as comforting and inviting.

This isn't your sleeping bag. It's far too comfortable, and definitely warmer than that dusty old thing.

“Mayfly.” 

The sweet word tickles the shell of your ear, whispered out so softly that it sends a spark of electricity coursing through you.

You lean your head back to look at the source of that sweet sound, letting yourself fall deeper into that comfortable, inviting embrace that you don't ever want to leave, your eyes falling to what, or rather who, is behind you.

Golden hair rivaling the rays of sun shining down on you, eyes like the clear blue sky above, and an alluring warmth that feels like home.

He smiles down at you when your eyes meet, a genuine smile that shows off those cute dimples. You've never seen them from so close.

“Good morni-”

“WHAAAGH!” You cut him off with scream, not expecting to wake up snuggled up so close on your outlaw companion’s chest.

In your surprise, you completely knock your head into his pretty face. He swiftly brings his hand up, groaning, feeling the bit of blood starting to trickle from his nose.

Yeah, okay. He should have known you'd be surprised to see him so close. Maybe he had that coming.

“Oh god! I'm so sorry! I just- I wasn't- I was a bit startled, is all. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry, Vash.”

“Ehe… I'm fine. Don't worry about it.”

Maybe that's what he gets for letting himself be so selfish.

Though if that's the price he has to pay, he'll gladly let you break his nose every day if it means he gets to hold you that close.

divider.

[inevitablestars]

This got WAY longer than I initially intended so I apologize, but I’m on a plane rn so I had endless time to yap yk?

ANYWAYS:

Andrew wishing Jean had agreed to teach him French bc he knows he would’ve picked it up faster than Jean was picking up German..he’s so effortlessly bitchy I adore him.

“That’s what it usually is for monsters” an absolutely insane line. Goes so hard.

“Even through some weird telepathy thing that can't possibly exist, though more likely in that pair than a set of twins that do not know each other.” Uncalled for tbh. Just keep getting punched in the face with twinyard angst left and right

“A hand darts out to hold onto something. He sees it out of the corner of his eye, he knows there's a question in the small space left between them. One that his mind finds has no necessity and hasn't for some time, but voicing that is not something he can do.” I’m physically ill over both Jean immediately seeking comfort in Andrew but still having the wherewithal to pause before touching him to silently ask for permission and the implication that Andrew trusts Jean enough for him to not even have to ask for the permission even if Andrew is too afraid to explore that thought process at the moment. The effortless consent between the two of them even during the worst times is breathtaking and the physical proof of how much Andrew trusts Jean to never put his hands on him for any negative reasons just makes me want to weep. Lowkey panicking even more over what you said about Jean having Andrew “for now”…they need each other your honor.

Andrew being captivated by Neil instantaneously..he’s so real for that! my boy took one look at that tiny (albeit taller than him) firecracker and was in love. Just WAIT till he learns about Neil’s baby blues 🥰 The way Andrew got more and more almost giddy watching someone tear into Riko without an ounce of fear of contrition was so fun. Just seeing Andrew enjoy himself, even knowing he’s going to pay for Neil’s behavior later, was so refreshing I miss seeing him happy at the downfall of others. Also Jean clocking his ass immediately KILLED me. Time and place Andrew. Time and place. (Shaking my head I love them both so much)

Neil, my love my light my life may he never change. I knew I missed him but I didn’t realize just how much until he was right there. RIP Seth but damn do I have so much fun seeing Neil belittle Riko on live tv. It’s such a treat and I hope he knows how iconic he is.

"I can't, I have a bit of an attitude problem." I swear to god Andrew just discovered love at first sight/soulmates in that moment. Neil is a problem™ for all parties involved and even though this interview is going to cause severe pain for Andrew and Jean and death for a Fox, Andrew is still trying to desperately pretend like he’s not head over heels already.

Andrew being forced to act as a guard dog for Riko….being forced to use the blades he keeps on him as a reminder than he’ll never be defenseless again against abusers to threaten someone who doesn’t deserve it…having Jean’s safety used against him to force his compliance…and if I said a bullet is too easy a death for Riko??? (Also god the way he’s doing the bare minimum to comply. It’s almost all show. Neil could’ve easily gotten away unharmed if he had bothered to try. SICK over Andrew being forced to put his hands on someone like this)

Aaron oh my god. I knew we were seeing Aaron this chapter and I still wasn’t ready. Still wasn’t prepared and now I’m gonna throw up. The way both of them were so shocked to see each other. The way Andrew physically could not keep up the facade a second longer with his brother catching him holding Neil at knifepoint like the good dog Riko pretends he is………..I need to bundle Andrew up in a mound of blankets and tuck him into bed oh my god. The way I just know he’s thinking the worst rn. Absolutely spiraling over what Aaron must think of him while I know Aaron is probably sick to his stomach seeing what his brother has been reduced to. I wasn’t built to handle twinyard angst. It’s too potent. Too visceral I’m gonna die.

Jean has my whole heart. I would literally rip it out and hand it over to him if I could. He’s SO concerned for Andrew. I can’t imagine how terrifying it is for him to see Andrew crumble like this when he’s usually so good at the front he puts up. The way he tried to check on him with German, kept him from self harming, put the arm bands right where he knows Andrew keeps them for easy access later, and then shared about Elodie just to bring him even the tiniest bit of comfort in knowing he wasn’t alone in his grief…Jean Moreau you are everything to me!

hi friend! no need to apologize for this getting long i love it :)

the saving grace of every chapter is andrew and jean being bitchy. like yeah! get'em! so glad they still have a sense of humor...

the twinyard angst! my beloveds. if i think too hard about them i will cry. but god yeah that line of comparing them to the pair system... gonna bite us in the ass later. but will also bring some humor! i promise this fic turns into more than just pain at some point

jeandrew my codependent besties that are so close to being morphed into one being !!!!! they are everything to me. they are growing together and learning to comfort and accept comfort and the effortless communication they have is soooooo im going insane. this only gets more insane. like GOD.

andrew seeing and meeting neil for the first time like this. while hes unmedicated. while hes a raven. he is exponentially down bad and because of the aforementioned amorphous blob that is jeandrew... he gets clocked. obviously. the future of the jeandreil dynamic makes my head spin (not in a poly romantic sense to be clear. just like the three of them have insane implications)

guard dog andrew i want to gnaw my arm off. that HURTTTTT the way aaron saw that. the way kevin saw that. the way neil saw that. the way andrew did it. evil awful terrible makes me sick to my stomach i hate it so much

incredibly weak about aaron. he wants his brotherrrrrr but is that even his brother! does he even recognize him! can he have him back! does he want him back! the twinyard angst gets.... so much worse before it gets better. its. bad. but then it gets funny it becomes silly and wholesome and

JEAN MVP i love him bad he's taking care of andrew even though he is also not doing good but he can comfort andrew and give him what he needs and offer him vulnerability in return showing his own past because he knows andrew hates being see raw like this it's a wound for a wound a truth for a truth scars for scars they aren't alone they have each other!!!!

[sharp-silver4795]

Liu X EJ headcanons 🙏 :)) I love your writing and lore

EJ x Liu HCs

Hehehe gladly!! There are gonna be some story elements to this as well, so bear with me.

The first part is story (TW) and the second part is HCs!

Thanks so much for the compliment! I’ll say it again: I will never get used to people seeing my stuff and liking it 💖

How they met (Story Elements)

This part can be triggering

After Eashar became EJ and Selcra disappeared (died), he wandered around looking for someone to know and someone who he could take care of and would take care of him.

While walking in a wooded area of (some city in Florida- idk) he finds Liu against a tree, very sad in the aftermath of some very traumatic events.

Liu is prepared to be humiliated and defiled further, but is shocked to see what he thought was a man take off his hoodie and offer it to him.

WHOLESOME TIME

From that point, EJ would follow Liu to his house so he could find his window.

EJ visited him every night.

Sometimes he would find Liu crying. So he would cuddle him and lick away his tears.

Other times, Liu would try and communicate with him.

At the time EJ wasn’t too confident in speaking due to his demonic strange voice. So, he would just write shit down.

One time Liu told him that his English wasn’t great either. EJ never told him that if he learns one human language (doesn’t matter which) he can learn all of them cuz ✨demon magic✨

When Liu died, EJ begged death (Fox) to take him to Hydra so that he can see him again. He’d lost too many friends and loved ones to let Liu go.

Life (death?)

So, I’m gonna do this after the fall of the OR, so they’re in Hydra again.

Liu always wakes up lying on top of Jack. Whenever he tries to get up- EJ will stop him and hold him there until he doesn’t have another choice but to let Liu go. (Like needing the bathroom, food, water, etc)

Jack isn’t allowed to cook for obvious reasons. Their mornings are spent apart so Liu doesn’t puke at seeing his husband eat a human heart.

Liu has to force this man in a shower and to brush his teeth before being allowed to kiss him.

They have to buy toothbrushes in bulk cuz EJ rips em up- his are single use.

Their bed is fucking huge cuz they both giants

Night time cuddles is a god death-given right

Because EJ wants to make sure Liu is safe at all times, he HAS to be touching him skin-on-skin.

Just because of that ⬆️ Liu sleeps shirtless

They have an ass ton of blankets bc Liu is naturally very cold he’s dead and ain’t got hot acid tar running through him

Their bedroom door is always locked because of Liu’s issues from trauma and the fact that EJ sleeps naked even though his junk is inside his body smh

EJ

He can’t keep his hands off of Liu, mostly his sides and back. Because that’s the way he holds Liu while they’re cuddling.

Anytime Liu is sick or in pain, he’ll put his hand on his chest with a little bit of pressure since the weight is grounding for him and he likes the reminder of how strong his husband really is.

Liu has a bite mark on his left shoulder from EJ. If it starts to fade, he’ll throw Liu on his lap and bite into him all over again. Liu usually grabs something to do if he notices it in morning cuz he’s gonna be there for a while.

Liu is the only one who can pet him.

Liu likes to hear and feel him purr, so he doesn’t mind being vulnerable enough to just purr at random. Being in the same room, putting his hands on Liu’s back, intimate activities, being pet, anything- he will always purr without holding back. EJ usually felt it was embarrassing. But around Liu- nahh!!

He will sometimes grab Liu to the couch or bedroom just to lay, nuzzle, headbutt, or knead on him.

Liu

He can’t sit on the couch. It’s like EJ knows when he sits down because he will just throw himself on there and lay his head on Liu’s lap. Buddy needs pets.

He likes flustering, gently frustrating, or making EJ giddy cuz his ears move a lot and he thinks it’s silly.

Sometimes pretends to be sick so EJ will take care of him and so he doesn’t have to go to work. EJ knows he’s lying but indulges him anyway

If he wakes up from a nap, and there isn’t a 6’9” demon laying on him, he will cry.

If he feels insecure he will grab EJ’s hands and just put em wherever it is that he’s worried about. His hubby usually gets the hint.

The fucking king of pets and scritches

Cuddle time is all the time- if he has a chance he is hugging EJ like he’s gonna fade away

Is secretly horny as hell and has to take some deep breaths every morning, basically

Likes to act like an idiot so EJ throws him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Melts when EJ calls him “his lil potato”

Teases EJ by calling him an oversized cat

Omfg I love them so much-

[lixiesfreckless]

below is my general reaction/review of part one of because even then, I knew by @catboyieejeno . contains SPOILERS

not to mention I did betaread/edit this fic, so it may not have all of my first reactions(and I reread this on call with carina LOL)

"When he was 7 he fell in love."

sorry this is just the most endearing and relatable thing I've ever read. I had my first crush at five years old, pretty much the second I entered elementary school, and the concept of loving someone in a way that differed from how I felt about my parents was so all encompassing and overwhelming, that when my best friend spilled the beans to him, I had never felt more rage towards a person than I had towards her in my entire(albeit, short-lived) life. crazy how things become magnified before you reach adulthood lmaoooooo

"Why can't he stop looking at you?"

I can't get over how insanely human this feels. It's such a humbling feeling, having your apprehensions about something and nevertheless veing drawn to it all the same. Especially when that "thing" is a person. The juxtaposition between "I swore I'd never" and "why do I keep running into this" stirs some kind of critical thinking in all of us that I CANNOT get enough of ughhhhhh

"Seokmin found himself looking forward to seeing you every single night from then on"

not much to say here my heart just hurt a little bit remembering what that felt like. it feels so innocent, and you try to find other reasons for your selfish actions, but sooner or later you admit to yourself the real reason why you do what you do and it's so. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO

that part where seokmin dreams about how you'll thank him for returning your phone and also readying himself to stand "he didn't forget, he just wanted to sound nonchalant"

painfully human. I have to applaud you for how relatable all of these emotions are. and it makes me kind of happy how obvious it is that in this story, I'm seokmin instead of y/n YIKES

"And stop moping. You're making the flowers sad. They feel these kinds of things"

LITERALLY JUST READ A MINGHAO FLOWERSHOP AU WHERE A SIMILAR THEME WAS PRESENTED UGH I LOVEEEEEE

"Are you still sulking over the pretty girl from the bus?"

ngl I would die of embarrassment here lmao there is no way he just got outed like that lmao

"Simply put: you were not her."

ahhhh subtle but appreciated emotional maturity. that's hot

"he starts counting down the hours until he can see you again."

TOOOOOO REAL I WANNA BE IN LOVE AGAIN AHHHHH

"I wanted to."

THIS. why is it casual honesty that feels the most attractive to me? my ex's close friend had told me that honesty is intimacy and I think she might be right. the vulnerability has to be somewhat attractive to me but MANNNNNN it's always gonna get to me isn't it?

"This is me"

never ever EVER getting over this double entendre. "this is me" meaning that that is your bus stop, but also that that song was just the embodiment of you. and seokmin not only accepting but LIKING that part of you is more than wholesome IT MAKES ME WANT TO RIP MY HAIR OUT

"You don't have to, even if you brought it all the way out here. It's up to you."

as someone who plays guitar, this is so reassuring. a lot of time the pressure/nerves of playing in front of someone gets to you and it feels too daunting of a task, so the reminder that it's up to us is genuinely so kind

"Have you always been this lovely, or am I just starting to see it now?"

stood up from my bed and clapped(in my head)

"A little embarrassed but somehow happy to be caught."

"happy to be caught" THE WAY I COULD WRITE A WHOLE E S S A Y ON THIS

"What's this doing all the way out here?"

no bc an american penny all the way in seoul is kind of magical. like it was meant for them. ughghgshghsjdhsdgjs

"your hands anchoring each other"

the way this is phrased is so beautiful but I honestly just needed a minute to rant about the entire karaoke/kiss scene. as someone who has lived through that kind of love-drunkenness, it is insanely well written and accurate. the unexplainable gravity between the two of you, the not wanting to be far from each other, the inability to find reasons to leave each other, the reluctance to look away, everything. that kind of stumbling down the street with stars in your eyes love is something that I hope everyone who reads this fic experiences one day. it almost hurt a little bit to relive that, knowing that my heart is similar to dk's in the sense that it's apprehensive towards feeling it again, KNOWING where it leads if everything goes wrong. ITS SO COMPLEX but the scene is so sweet I just wanna lie down and cry

I'll post a separate one for part two <3

[mirrorworldangel]

Mirror my friend! I hope you're doing okay these days. In the same way you have sent me an ask, I shall sent you one now! Also inspired by TikTok

Listen, Aster is Stan's son, this man can lie with a straight face. I feel like he'll defend a wrong fact that he knows is wrong, just to piss off the other person. Either this man doesn't care or he'll be a ragebaiter to anyone he despises or for fun. He'll be weaving the most insane story, intonation and everything, sounding convincing as fuck to the point people either 100% believe him bc "c'mon it's Aster dude, guy was a multiverse criminal for decades" or get skeptical but they can't prove he's lying because it sounds like something he'll do, you know???

So imagine, Aster surrounded by his half-siblings as they hang on their (extremely cool) half-big-brother words:

Aster, completely deadpan: my mom wasn't really present in my life

(They're completely silent, mood immediately shifting as they try to comfort the oldest of them. Only for him to soon hit them with:

Aster: and he made me eat roaches with the cereal

(Stan starts screaming bloody murder from the room he's at, cursing and yelling at Aster of how he gave birth to him and that "he's pulling this shit again")

Aster, forlornly: and he never paid the bills too, our lights were always getting cut off

(His siblings just hear the stomping of boots, yells getting louder as they looked confused at how to feel. Anne Niece quietly laughed from where she sat, petting Cleo in her lap)

Aster: so when I turned 17, i ran away to the Olympics, where I would get famous for individual synchronized swimming–

(He's interrupted by a pillow hitting his face full force as Stan proceeds to verbally rip him a new one. The others watch stunned as Aster proceeds to continue his "story" with a grin)

I feel like the ones closest to him know that he's fucking, the dude absolutely loves his mom (annoying his mom is his love language, trust)

Hi Ilumi, I am so happy that I have found out that you have sent me an ask after I sent you mine! I am a bit hectic at the moment, but what can you do but march on.

Reading through the story, it reminded me of the Brother Bear scene very much. Y'know, the one where the old bear keeps telling others how she misses her dead husband, when actually he's not? Dunno why, that scene really resonates so much in here. As much as Stan really loves him, Aster's bullshit stories sometimes make him want to wrap his hands around his throat.

Given that he's such a skilled liar ('the apple never falls far from the same tree that it came from' as Aster would say), he must be a major pain in the ass for all of the half-siblings to play deception games with. Mama and the other Contracted would have many stories of him starting fights because of this.

And trust me, he would not try to pull this shit on Anne Nieve again (that is the correct name spelling, it was my fault for this error!). The last time he did that to her, she took Cleo and kicked him out of her apartment and made him stay outside through the night.

It was in November, with a snowstorm to boot.

As always, love your prompts and keep em up my friend!

[jackals-ships]

I hope when I die, you'll barely survive it

2.6k words of me putting dog in a blender bc of @almostourgalaxy 's depiction of how the orphaner dies <3

[warning obvs for character death and some written gore + bachus being terrible. your honor this story is about the worst ppl alive (affectionate)]

[song title is from Rot Next To You by fox + hound]

sometimes you wish you were like your siblings more. the ones that had just enough foresight to be able to pivot out of the worst spots, just enough to get home in mostly one piece. or your siblings who could connect the threads that were right in front of your fucking face. (but then sat- orph- the violet. he hid some of them from you. was he scared? that you would stop him? scared you wouldn't?)

you wouldn't have left home. (would he have, would you be) you hadn't left much anyways since the Signless’s little cults kept popping back up. (it reminded you of dealin with him in some ways. when ya spent months at Bachus’s side shaking.) your brother was on edge and Saturn wasn't much better.

you kept interceding snapping snarling calls, cuffing your diamond round the horns while hissing at your spade that you weren't gonna play clubs with you assholes. fuckin quit it. (you should've been kinder. should've told him.)

and they were slowly gettin worse. Saturn was gettin worse. and all you could do was watch because he wouldn't tell you what was wrong.

and then.

and then he dropped off the face of the fuckin planet. you couldn't get ahold of him, couldn't get ahold of Korrie. message upon message ignored. you were working yourself up into a panicking spiral when your brother sent you on an easy job to clear your head.

it worked.

you kept your phone off because you woulda been checking the thing every two seconds. and was bitterly disappointed when all you received was notifications that bachus had been sendin you the usual sappy shit over that week's span.

but then; one from sati. poppin up just as you were about to close your phone. a simple I lovvwe you, Jackal.

your heart stopped even as you felt it climbing up in your throat. something was wrong.

you just hadn't realized how wrong.

you'd called your brother again and again with shaking hands when Saturn didn't reply to your frantic returned texts (Saturn?? wtf you never use my name) (Saturn what's wrong) (Saturn answer me) (Saturn i swear to fucking GOD ANSWER ME???) (Saturn don't do this) (please please don't do this) but his phone was off or he was away from it or or.

you tried to tell yourself you were just panicking. but you felt it in your bones.

Saturn was dead.

—

you were right of course. but you had thought it was going to be by his own hands.

walking into a slaughterhouse wasn't even on your radar.

you had been numb yet panicked by the time you returned, the disarray around you barely bringing you back to yourself. something was wrong here too. something you could sort with once you found-

once you found. the. source of the purple. a trail of it leading off leading to.

your walking turned into a jog turned into a run once your legs felt like yours again. your lungs were burning when you came upon the church house, the doors lookin like they were ripped off and.

you'd skidded to a stop. almost slipping in the puddle, puddles, of blood under your feet.

and now. you're staring into a gore covered church. panting as you try to make sense of it all. purple painting the floor, the walls, the fucking ceiling.

a distant part of you is impressed. a less distant part of you is starting to tremble. because it's mixed with a darker shade that has to be a trick of the light.

and there is. she is just a head now (jauqel. where is where is jaekel oh. you are faintly comforted by the twins not being separated.) an somehow that is one of the less horrifying sights.

your eyes keep skippin over each sibling turned corpse. taking them in and not registering a damn thing as you walk. the wet sound of your shoes in slowly congealing blood turning your stomach. (you will have to comfort your brother. loved and loved you always still feel an outsider. the deaths burn but they will wound him even deeper.) you're looking for, where is.

oh.

Bachus is in the middle of it all, your still living siblings trying to talk at him while his chest heaves in great pants. an ya think for a second he finally snapped under the weight of all this stress. that's what this is. but ain't nearly enough blood on him for that, don't explain the fuckin carnage fuckin.

eyes slidin over him now that you know he's seemingly okay, settlin on the thing on the ground next to him. your brain don't wanna make sense of what it's seeing for several awful moments. might be seconds, hours, years you stare at it unseeing.

trick you learned real fast was to turn prey into Things. corpse ain't a person so why feel bad about it? same for a will be corpse.

but this ain't. wasn't meant to be. (was supposed to be you first. fact you hated and were soothed by in equal measure. least it wouldn't be you dealing with the hurt. selfish thing you are.)

distantly you wonder if there's a wriggler in the blood soaked church. funny that outta all the things to survive it would've escaped.

it's only when your brother's head whips round to stare at you wide eyed you realize those awful noises are being pulled from your own throat.

he tries to step forwards, tries to reach for you.

you recoil, worse shrieks of <no!> <no!> <please!> escaping you unbidden. Bachus still tries to reach for you. tries to soothe you. “Brother, love, c'mere, it's okay-”

it is not okay. it will never be okay again. your best friend is splattered with violet blood, his neck is half ripped open, his club is drenched in gore and.

it's only then that you register the jaw on the floor. it's only then that you start laughing. a high, manic thing that bubbles up from your chest and makes you shake harder than you already were.

the corpsething that wears half your beloved hated’s face stirs as you cackle. shock and revulsion punch through you in quick succession. even more so when it makes a gurgling drowning noise. a wrigglers refrain of helphurtshelpscared.

you are by it’s, his, side before you can think. cradling it's, his, head in your arms, blood soaking your hands through your pants where you kneel. your brother is saying something you can't understand through the ringing in your ears. the corpsething makes more wounded noises and you half hysterically think im hurting him.

you try to readjust, try to find a space that is not slicked with cool blood where your shaking fingers won't dig in. your face is pressing between his horns, horn, against his hair, choking as you smell only iron thick in your throat instead of the sweetrot of him. “Sati, Sati, Sati.” it is not fair, he cannot leave you. he fucking promised.

“Please, Sati, please, no, god no.” the gasps are thick and wet, yours and his. your voice coming out more frantic as you beg, “Bachus, get, get help, please you need- I need, Bachus he's hurt.” (he did this. you know that and still you beg. save him save me help help please! you always help me!)

Saturn is jerking in your arms, weak and scaredpained noises growing weaker. you are pressing your face harder against the base of his still remaining horn and you have never wished more in that moment that you knew how to comfort.

you feel the way he jerks harder against you rather than see it, his hand reaching for you or. no, past you.

lifting your head you see where he reaches, spastic jerking scrabbles. (he's missing it's yet more wounds yet more blood you had caught sight of his guts hanging in gorey ribbons but this hurts worse somehow) you don't want to let go of him but you do. gently placing his head on the floor to grab the necklace.

choking back wounded noises as your hand wraps around the seahorse, thumb stroking over a sharp crack as if to soothe it. it's okay I'm here it's okay. (you will have to repair it later, and you will have to restring it. sati is missing fingers and it will be harder so you will have to help.)

you think moving him will hurt too much so you curl up next to his head his shoulders. taking his less wounded hand and wrapping his fingers around the seahorse. around your own.

there is blood soaking into your shirt. into your hair, on your cheeks. his hand is trembling or perhaps it's your own making it shake. “it's okay, I have her, it's okay, I'm here, it's okay.”

moving adjusting you kiss his cheeks kiss (the first time you kissed it was a clumsy thing. impulsive too. he had you pinned and you surged up wrapping your hands in his mane, tugging, biting. his size made it difficult.)

(the fact he wouldn't stop trying to lick the inside of your mouth didn't help either. but you learned.)

you kiss him. you try and pour all the love and hate and affection you have for him into that gesture.

but he is not moving. you are shaking so hard you don't realize it at first. but he is not moving. “Sati?” the cracked thing that emerges cannot be your voice. “Sati?!” the frantic thing that moves cannot be you. it cannot be you sitting up shaking his limp head, panting as you hope the pain rouses him once more.

“Sati, Saturn, Saturn wake up. Wake up.” you're shaking so hard now you can barely keep a grip on him, blood soaked fingers digging into his mane as it slowly grows harder to breathe. “The, there's a doctor coming, the Highblood is.” your brother makes a punched out noise from somewhere behind you. but he called (he did not and even if he had your hated love was long dead before you arrived. a corpse that still drew breath) he had to have because you begged.

“Saturn please.” he doesn't respond to you. how cruel to ignore you now that you have the courage to say it. “No, no, I love you, Saturn please, I love you, isn't that.” you're half bent over him, forehead pressed against his, the tears are choking out your voice. “I love you, I love you, wake up, wake up! Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't leave me! You can't! You swore!”

(til death do us part.)

(I am yours, eternal to death and entropy.)

(hm. think I like yours better.)

he doesn't respond.

your brother's hands are on your shoulders. blood slicked. you round on him, releasing Sati long enough to slap-claw at him. howling with grief and rage that he, "Murdered him! You took him from me when you had no right!” (“Love, calm down, Jackal please-”) “No! No no it's not fair!”

the feral thing that you have become lunges at him. it takes Bachus off guard or perhaps he's letting you try to kill him.

either way you're no longer aware of yourself. (first time he soothed you was when you attacked another sibling. ain't that funny) just aware of the pain, the knowing that he's gone and never coming back and it's not fair.

you're kicking and yowling when a sister tries to pull you off, drops you startled when you bite. when you lunge again he catches you this time. your grief does not change the fact he towers over you. does not change the fact that when he realizes gentling you will not calm you that he can simply hold you down til you tire.

it takes a very, very long time for you to tire.

–

it is hours later when he comes to speak with you again. he'd tried to get you out of your blood soaked clothes but you had not allowed it. (let him see what he has done. you will not allow him to forget.)

Bachus himself has changed, has cleaned the blood from his hands and face, has bandaged his throat. and yet you can still see it when you look at him.

“...Dog-”

“How could you.”

your voice is raw from screaming yourself hoarse. from sobbing and howling. vacillating between I'm sorry I'm sorry Saturn wake up I'm sorry please! and how could you! I hate you I hate you!

there is a posture Bachus takes when he knows he's gonna have to argue with you. it's one he takes now. “Saturn started it.” (how dare he speak his name.) “He came in lookin to kill, he already had. What was I supposed to do, Dog? Just let him?”

ah. so that is where he thinks your anger fully lies. (it does there as well. but only in part.)

you do not answer him quick enough because your snake tongued brother speaks again, “He killed-”

“I saw who he killed.”

“And you ain't mourning-”

“Do not attempt to turn this around onto me, Highblood. Do not act as if because one grief is larger than I do not mourn.” you are gratified when he flinches as if you struck him. good. let it hurt him. let him see the full level of what harm he's done. you hope it kills him. “You killed him. But you didn't do him the good grace of doing it quickly. You allowed him to suffer. To choke to death on his own blood. It was a cruelty, even for you.”

“He deserved it.”

you can see in your once diamonds face that he knows he's fucked up the moment the words slip past his lips. it makes you smile, sharp and cruel. “He deserved it. Did I deserve it?” (“Brother-”) “Did I deserve to come home and see my fucking husband bleed out.” a closer step and you can feel your smile edging into manic. “You knew how important he was to me, you held me when I panicked every time he was hurt and I wasn't there, you encouraged my pursuit before I even knew what the feelings were, you were at my fucking wedding Highblood.”

you are trembling again. you are so cold. “You thought of nothing but your own cruelty. You did not think of me. What reason do I have to remain, when your hatred of him eclipses your affection for me?”

there is hurt in his eyes but mostly bewildered shock. “....Dog. Best friend.” he must not enjoy whatever it is your face does because his desperation increases. “Don't do this. Don't ruin this for us, don't fucking walk away from me.”

it is that last part that hits you.

and you are being entirely literal.

there is none of the usual finesse in it, only a whip crack compulsion. you had been midway through turning away when you jerked to a halt. muscles seizing up as you had a flash of a desire to stay you can fix this and.

he must realize the gravity of his error as he's doing it. because it fades quick as it came.

the horror turns your stomach, the knowledge that he would take your beloved beloathed from you, and then in that same day turn your biggest fear against you.

“Dog, Jackal, I didn't mean-”

“You did.” (you cannot even hate him for that. you knew the kind of monster you curled up against at night. you knew the kind of monster he turned you into, the kind that would do the exact same in a heartbeat.) “You did. Just like you meant to make Saturn suffer.”

your back is to him now. you trust him not to strike you even as your mind is singing for him to do it god please. “...I am sorry. But I can't. I can't.”

you flee. he lets you. you hate him for it.

you cannot remain here. you don't know where you can go but you cannot.

(you go back only for the seahorse. shaking hands opening his. pressing a kiss to his forehead as you whisper an apology. as you twist them back together.)

[starrwrrld]

anon asks

do you like milkshakes

what are your fave lestappen fics of all time

where's your username from??

damnn okayy ty for this anon <3

Yes I love me a good milkshakes but im not obsessed with them or anything (cant stand strawberry tho). My dad has been making absolute bangers of milkshakes for as long as I can remember so it was a cold beverage I grew up with a lot. This also means i'm very judgy about my milkshakes so I don't drink them unless i'm sure they're gonna be good.

oh lordy lord. this is gonna be longgg.

@maxcuntstappen's I Loved You Before I Knew I Was Supposed To holds a special special place in my heart. Lav, being the absolute majesty they are, did a phenomenal job with it. It's so tender and soft and sweet i can't get enough of it. I've read it enough times to narrate it scene-by-scene. I wish I could read i again for the first time ( I would gladly slam a cardoor on my hand for it). Something about it makes me wanna hug Lav and cry. (CHECK OUT LAV'S OTHER FICS TOO THEY'RE ALL AMAAZING AND SO WORTH THE READ AND RE-READ)

Right Where You Belong by @amarynas is another absolute fav. This remains the fic to which i cried the most without a doubt. It's so fluffy (lets ignore the absolute heart attacks it gave me for amin here) and RWYB Max is an absolute loser boyerfriend (affectionate) and I wouldn't want it any other way. Also shoutout to Cisca for making Charles so tenderly fierce. It was a treat.

Long Live (The Walls We Crashed Through) is a fic i'm an absolute sucker for (sue me, i'm weak for the bsfs to lovers trope). It's so tender and nice and heartwarming and I wish I could read it again for the first time.

Never in a million years would I have thought I'd read Chef AUs, but here we are Grapefruit Mignonette and Give Me That Fire are both Chef/Restaurant AUs that truly slap. They're both so well written and give you an amazing insight into the industry while keeping you in a chokehold the entire time.

Red, White & Orange-Nassau and Homeward Bound by @f1-giuki are OMLLL. They're both so good it's insane. They give me sm comfort i wanna cry. The found-familyness of it all has me in such a strong chokehold and i don't ever wanna come out of it.

Meet Me In Montreal is a series by my legend @bumblewyn that i absolutely love. It's a pretty quick read (it's all mini fics that averages at 2kish words per work, hence why the series) and a constant reminder about these two's inability to be normal about each other with a side-dish serving of angst.

I'm pretty sure there are so many gems out there i've missed mentioning bc i have the memory-span of an octopus (fun fact if you havent figued it out; octopuses are the animals with the shortest memory span of just 3 seconds) but yeah. RIP to all the other amazing fics out there that i've read and adored but simply can't remember atm, i hate my brain too (and i suck at bookmarking or saving my favs so here we are). (P.S. All these writers have more amazing, amazing fics that i've not mentioned so do check them out if you haven't)

Uhm. It literally has no meaning behind it, love. I love love stars (fav shape fs) and i was struggling to find a username and i happened to be dooding stars at the edge of a sticky note whie brainstorming usernames so i decided on star, my brain generated the word 'world' for me and it became starrwrld bc starworld was already taken. (and maybe, just maybe, it is a small allusion to the song starman and to bowie himself bc i love that man)

[binch-i-might-be]

oh god. i cant. like. i have so many thoughts in my head rn. i need to choose just one to rant to you about. but my god. know i have SO MANY

and no bc i am constantly thinking about how they have to hide. how theyre so fucking in love but nobody can ever know. how their love is so fucking pure and sweet and yet nobody can ever see it, but the unhappy arranged marriages are flaunted for the world to see.

yk whats on my mind constantly? how nobody came to their wedding. because they couldnt. it would be too dangerous. not even the people who know. because it was already so dangerous, even when it was just them and the river and the stars.

and the LINE. "you can share your life with the man you love without fear and thats a luxury i will never have" lives in my brain. just constantly. like my god. you pulled out ALL the stops in that fic. that line tore me APART. like okay. what if i just sobbed.

god. im just. im cradling them in my hands. these poor poor boys.

- 🐥

give them to me ....... send them ALL 🌀

dude it literally rips me apart. that's one reason I'm so obsessed with the reincarnation au, because finally finally finally they get to hold hands and kiss and be silly and young and in love. they're constantly in each other's arms, touching at every chance, to make up for the 45 years they had to hide

NOBODY CAME TO THEIR WEDDING! it was just them and it was so special but. they didn't even have an officiant. because no one would have married them :(

THANK YOU. I loved that line, I loved that John was the one who got to say it to Martha. he needed that. he deserved that.

actually you mentioning the wedding and Martha reminded me of a little bonus fic taking place during Green Eyes that's been rotting in my drafts for like two years now, I'm gonna put a lil snippet under a cut!

yeah. cradling them kissing them tucking them in nice and tight and protecting them :(((

“Alex, dear, I- would you mind telling me a bit about that wedding of yours?” she said, brushing her thumb over a chip in the smooth porcelain cradled between her hands.

She had asked George about it after Alexander had left last night, but he hadn’t been able to tell her anything, either. He had not been present for it; on some level, she had been glad, even if that was petty, perhaps.

It was just hard for her, sometimes, to realise Alex felt he could be open with his father while he so obviously treaded on eggshells around her, even giving a warning every time he was about to mention the man he wanted to share his life with.

To know George hadn’t been involved in that wedding was a bit of a consolation.

Alex snapped his head up and regarded her with wide eyes. “Really?” he said, and there it was again, that guarded expression, as though he expected her to launch into a lecture about sodomy and the fate of his immortal soul any minute now.

Martha ignored the dull pang in her chest that came every time she was reminded her sweet little boy distrusted her on some level now, and forced a smile. It felt stiff on her face, and she knew she had raised a very sharp young man, so she hid it behind her cup.

“Yes, really. Of course, I have attended some weddings in my time, but I do think yours might have been very… special.”

Alex huffed a soft laugh and cut his gaze away, his eyes finding the gently shining ring on his finger instead, and a blissful little smile conquered his features. “You could say that.”

Well, that distraction had worked quicker than she would have thought.

“So?” she prompted, careful, and nudged her knee against her son’s thigh.

“Um,” he said and slowly turned his cup between his fingers, an old habit he had picked up from George, who liked to absentmindedly rotate everything from wineglass to teacup when he was lost in thought. “What would you like to know?”

“Let’s start with something simple,” she said, and Alexander chuckled. “The date?”

“June sixth,” he responded at once, smiling softly to himself.

“Oh, a summer-wedding? That must have been nice," she said in an attempt to show him he had nothing to fear right now, that he could be honest and open with her as he was with his father. "Your father and I got married when he was on leave in January. The snow was beautiful. Awfully cold, though."

Her first wedding had been in autumn, but Martha tended not to dwell on that chapter these days.

Alex snorted a laugh and took a sip of his tea; he wasn't tense, and he didn't seem suspicious of her intentions anymore.

It was a start, she thought.

"It was… a little different from your wedding, I think," he said. His eyes were so soft and happy, not even a trace of his earlier tears in sight, and Martha wished she could understand it all. What drew her son to that boy, and what drew Laurens to her son, and how they fit.

It just seemed so odd to her.

"How so?" she prompted gently after a beat.

Alex flushed a bit at that, didn't meet her eye. "Well, it was… private. Just the two of us, out under a tree at midnight. The- the moon was full that night. Cloudless sky." He took a slow breath, and his smile slipped a little, gained an almost sad note. Martha shuffled closer and squeezed his arm. "We went down to the river and said our vows under a willow."

He turned back to her, his smile returning full force. "It was perfect. There's not a single thing I would have changed."

Martha hummed, thoughtful. She couldn't help but wonder about the stricken look that had flickered across his features just now.

"You mean that, love?" she said, and Alex nodded, let his eyes slip back down to the ring he twisted around his finger–Martha had to bite back a fond smile at that gesture, something she herself had done for over twenty years now. Perhaps Alex hadn't only picked up his habits from his father, after all.

"What was that frown about, then?"

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

that took long bc i had to collect everything and then my dad asked me to come downstairs and help him find his glasses 🤡

~*~*~*~

The boy caught Mini staring, and he did that cute thing where his mouth went up and his teeth showed. At that moment, Mini could've sworn someone had hit the "pause" button on the world. She saw that adorable gleam in his eyes, the way his pearly white teeth glinted in the sunlight, and his silky hair as it fell over the side of his face, ever so slightly covering his brown eyes. Mini's brain processed his smile at a slow pace as she gawked at him, her heart fluttering slightly.

Then he winked at her.

He winked.

At her.

And then maybe someone had hit the "play" button on the world again, because Mini's body had decided that that was the perfect opportunity to bump into a pole.

~*~*~*~

Mini tried to mask her faint smile with fake anger as soon as she heard the shuffling of clumsy feet behind her.

“Um, Mini? Can we, uh, talk?”

“We don’t need to talk.”

“But–”

“Leave, Rudy.” She didn't need to turn around to know that Rudy was probably about to babble about something behind her.

“That’s exactly what Aru told me to do, so I came here! Where else am I supposed to go now that you’re telling me to leave too? You know, I always thought you were the only one of the Potatoes who liked me, even if it was just a bit. They all think I'm just a, y'know, and it's annoying! If you’re going to be on my side, then who is?”

Mini made a small noise with her throat, a mixture of annoyance, confusion, and pity.

~*~*~*~

She knew the final war had taken a great toll on Aru. She was exhausted, and so was her mother. They would rarely come out of the museum, and Mini felt nothing but pity and sorrow for the two.

Though the burden she carried wasn’t as bad as theirs, she had never felt worse. Constant headaches and dark thoughts filled her mind. School work was piling up. And on top of everything, she had to talk to… Rudy.

She wondered how he was, back in Naga-Loka. Was he happy? Maybe being spoiled with gems and riches, like a normal naga prince? Did he have… A girlfriend?

Mini pushed her questions aside.

Math first, Rudy issues later, she told herself.

~*~*~*~

She got on her tippy-toes and looked through the peep-hole.

Rudy.

Her heart seemed to beat ten times faster, and her palms became slightly sweaty as her hand wrapped itself around the doorknob. She pulled the door open–revealing Rudy–and squinted, as he was dressed in his usual blinding white clothes.

All of a sudden her brain seemed to process things at a lag, though–one second, she and Rudy were a couple feet away from one another, and the next, Rudy seemed to have wrapped his arms tightly around her in a bear hug, preventing any oxygen from entering her body.

~*~*~*~

Rudy tapped his pencil against the table, legs swinging forwards and backwards under the desk. He took a breath in, as if he were about to reveal one of his darkest secrets.

“So, Mini…”

Mini gulped. “Yes?”

“I don’t know how to say this, but, you’re really smart and all, so…”

Her breath sped up a bit. “Go ahead.”

“Will you…Um… Tutor me?”

Mini froze as disappointed coiled up inside of her. The way Rudy had been speaking, Mini had assumed that he’d meant… Something else.

She barely processed the sorrow evident on Rudy’s face.

“You know, I would ask Aiden, but he would probably be annoyed, and I really need you to tutor me since I might join human school and all that, I need to know the basics of things work and stuff–” 

“Oh! Yeah, sure. I… I guess.”

~*~*~*~

Rule number three, make the first move, because Rudy is an idiot, Mini reminded herself of Aru’s words.

And then she leaned in without even a moment of hesitation.

I AM CHEWING ON GLASS AJDJSJFJDHHDHXHSHSD

RIPPING UP MY CARPET AJDUSHDJSJDHDBDBVDBSHSNEKSKEJEN

[kamiversee]

okay, i breathed.

holy shit kami.

first of all, “a tinge of angst” is a MAJOR understatement. my heart was pounding, my head was reeling, and my knuckles were turning white from gripping my phone. YOU KILL ME, KAMI.

i always understood the Gojo delulu, but holy shit. i’m sure this isn’t the last time we’ll run into him, but the way that last kiss felt so permanent made my heart shatter. THIS MOTHERFUCKER SAID HE’D THINK ABOUT KIDNAPPING THE READER and you have the audacity to write him so well that i was okay with it for a brief moment so long as it meant that we’d still have him around 😭😭

that Sukuna passage was ominous from beginning to end 🥹 something is coming and i know i’m not ready for it. just talking to him gave me major anxiety again. it was like a reminder that while the list is over, the consequences of that list are still revealing itself. i’m overanalyzing that whole passage to see what it could be foreshadowing to. i have a few ideas, but every one of them is making me go crazy. oh my fucking god. while the Sukuna scenes have been so great, considering his relation to Choso i’m slightly going insane from the possibility (guarantee?) that Choso will find out about this. UGHHHHHHH

speaking of Choso… that motherfucker. Kami i don’t know if i mentioned it before, but i wasn’t a Choso girly before your fic came along. i never even watched JJK. to me, this is my JJK LMAO. but the amount of parallels from what the reader is currently experiencing with Choso with what Choso is now making the reader go through is karma not giving our girl a break 😭😭 if this ends up with Choso pulling a “there’s someone else” i think i’m going to bite off a piece of drywall 😭😭😭😭😭 CHOSO I’M ROOTING FOR YOU!! WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU!!!!

also you’re revealing red flags in me that i never realized before bc why was i jealous over Choso’s interaction with Yuki 🥲 it makes no sense bc like… Yuki is so fine. i’d usually be like “FORGET CHOSO, I WANT HER” (i’m still kinda like that hehe) but the fact that they’re hanging out makes me civisjndjdjcjdnfbdbvbennfjenf AAAAAA. like yeah, he has a point when he mentions how he’s not tied down in a relationship, but holy shit. Choso feels like the reader’s karma that she lowkey doesn’t deserve since the situation has been out of her hands from the beginning 😭 KAMIIIIIIIIII

the cliffhanger. i’m about to rip out my hair. KAMI PLEEEAAAAASE WHO?????? A CRUMB OF A HINT. JUST A CRUMB. THAT WAY I CAN AT LEAST HAVE AN IDEA OF WHO I’M GOING TO GO IN A SPIRAL OVER FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS. the fucking possibilities 😭😭 the thing that would kill me considering the mention of the nightclub proximity my brain was immediately like “oh god, Nanami???” but i was also like “hold on… Naoya…” but then i remembered that the reader met Naoya at a bar and not a nightclub (and he doesn’t seem like the type to be at a café 😭). KAMI YOU’RE DRIVING ME INSANE AND YOU HAVE ME JUMPIN TO ALL SORTS OF THEORIES AAAAAAAAA

- ☃️

Gotta be one of my fav anons fr, I seriously love these long rants sm😩😩

ALRIGHT LETS UNPACK

Hi my name is Kami & welcome to my podcast😉

Lol jkjk, honestly I didnt think the angst was tht bad?😭 There were no tearssss but I SUPPOSE I’ll change the warning😔

Guys Sukuna’s just a silly lil guy, I gotta include everyone again SOMEHOW before the story ends y’know😹

As for the Choso & Yuki situation…

ANYWAYS !!

Guys I promise the person tht she sees isn’t tht bad💀 well, it can be but uhhhhhh yeah lemme shut ip before I spoil everything😭

Like ik the cliffhanger is spooky bc like… it’s me writing it BUT BUT it’s nothing y’all needa worry abt fr

TRUST ME !! Do NOT trust me

[justlillythinking]

idk where to put requests bc i barely ask for stuff on here but basically my idea was this. neteyam x human reader that is hella funny. friends to lovers type thing where he feels his responsibilities and stress slip away when hes with them. kiss kiss love confession type thing. gn or fem would be cool mookie

neteyam x human!reader imagine

1.7k words

warnings- sfw, mutual pinning, soft fluff, a little angst ? love confessions

also while writing this it was inspired by in love with you by erykah badu and boogie nights/all night by erykah badu

hanging out with the sullys is always interesting, from going on ikran rides to sneaking on missions. when lo'ak says that you should all go on a ride right before eclipse, neteyam is fast to object.

"come on bro, you know dad is going to slaughter us if we are out at eclipse, lets just go tomorrow."

spider huffs before jumping on lo'aks ikran. god, my brother is such an ass, sometimes i just want to slap him so hard he can't feel his face for a week. i give neteyam a look, us both understanding that the only way to keep our stupid brothers in line is to follow them and keep them safe. he helps me up onto his ikran and we take off after spider and lo'ak, soaring in the calm sunset.

after flying for 10 minutes, spider and lo'ak land somewhere in the floating mountains, neteyam and i follow after them. when we touch down, neteyam picks me up and sets me down; something he loves to do to remind me he’s 3 feet taller than i am.

“fucking skxawng”, i mutter under my breath. before i can even turn around to shoot him a dirty look, he picks me up by my waist with one hand, laughing at me kicking him.

“what was that you just said?” he asks, still laughing at me.

i shoot him the dirtiest glare possible, “ i called you a fucking skxawng, skxawng. now put me down before i rip your braid out.”

neteyam laughs and sets me down, walking away like i huff. we both eventually walk over to spider and lo’ak, sitting beside them and admiring the forrest. we all talk and joke around, laughing about stupid jokes and talking about rumors. we eventually get on the topic of crushes, me teasing spider about his growing crush on kiri, neteyam rolling his eyes like lo’ak complains.

“cuz, come on, that’s my sister i don’t need to know that you want to bang her bro. how would that even work anyways, a human and a na’vi??”

i sigh to myself, knowing what lo’ak says about a human being with a na’vi is true and that neteyam and i will probably never grow to something more than just being friends.

little do i know, neteyam is having the same thoughts, wanting and wishing we could be more than friends, when in reality he knows that kissing me is probably off the table because of my exopack.

the conversation between all of us dissipates as we quiet down, all thinking about different things. i stand up and brush my legs off before saying we should head back so we can be home before eclipse. neteyam agrees while our brothers sigh with “do we have too” and “just like 5 more minutes i swear.”

we eventually all start walking back to the ikrans, lo’ak and spider racing each other. neteyam and i trail behind, talking and shoving each other and laughing. i look at him, the sunset shining on his beautiful blue skin and as it gets darker outside his freckles start shining. i realize that my feelings are futile, but it’s hard to be around the most kind, loyal, protective, beautiful man and not get attached.

i sigh, realizing i have gotten caught up in my own head again. when i look back up at him i see him with a sad smile.

“what’s wrong?” i ask.

“it’s nothing.”

“well it’s got to be something, you’re not usually sad for no reason.”

he sighs and says, “really, it’s nothing. we should try to walk faster so we get back before eclipse.”

he starts walking faster towards the ikrans, making me jog to catch up. i grab his hand and stop walking.

“neteyam, please, don’t keep stuff from me. we are best friends, and when we first became friends you promised to always tell me what’s bothering you.”

“stop digging y/n, i don’t want to talk about it right now. i just want us to laugh and talk like usual right now.”

“just tell me so that i can help you and we can go back to normal.”

“i don’t want to talk about it.”

“nete please-“

“fucking stop y/n, i’m not going going to talk about this with you.”

i stand there shocked, not used to him getting angry. he walks off and i follow after him, confused as to why he’s so mad. i know i shouldn’t have pushed but it’s not like him to be so sad.

when we get back to the ikrans lo’ak and spider immediately notice that something’s off, seeing the look on neteyam’s face. when spider and lo’ak look to me i shrug and shake my head. it’s awkwardly silent before neteyam clears his throat and says, “ y/n, how about you ride with lo’ak and spider rides with me tonight.”

lo’ak and spider both whip around and look to me, about to complain about how it’s never been this way when i just shake my head. spider raises an eyebrow at me but walks over to neteyams ikran anyways. i walk to lo’aks, waiting for his to grab me by the waist to help me but he doesn’t. i climb up, and go to hold onto his waist, but i stop and hold his shoulders.

neteyam and spider take off first, lo’ak and i soon after. we sit in science for a little before he asks, “so what happened?”

i sigh, “he just seemed off. he’s been more distant and sad lately, but i guess that’s just a journey of him becoming a man.”

“yeah well he has been stressed out about the whole ‘becoming a man and choosing a mate’ thing. it’s not like there’s not 20 girls that would die for him to stick it in them,” he snickers.

“ew come on lo’ak that’s disgusting.”

“i mean, i know who im choosing when i become a man.”

“the hottest girl who wants me, duh cuz. i mean that’s skxawng has always been picky, but now it seems like he’s trying to always want what he can’t have.”

“what do you mean?”

“come on cuz, you can’t be that blind. did you notice when he started getting all whiny earlier?”

“no? i mean after we talked i guess?”

“and we talked about what...”

i pause, trying to remember.

“ummmmm we talked about how you wanted to bang that girl we saw that was healing you and neteyam’s dumb asses, we talked about how spider is never going to find a na’vi that wants his tiny ass but let’s be honest, him and kiri totally have something going-“

“no you fucking skxawng we talked about humans and na’vi, then neteyam got all whiny and shit.”

i pause, “so?”

“so who is the human that neteyam spends all his time with?”

i stop.

“you’re saying that neteyam likes me?”

“YES THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING AND YOU CLEARLY LIKE HIM TOO”

i blush and laugh, “ lo’ak, there’s no way he likes me. you said it yourself, he was like 30 hot girls lined up for him.”

“he totally does like you-“

“he totally doesn’t-“

“but you like him anyways. that’s the point, it doesn’t matter if you believe me or not because we all know that you two like each other.”

we ride back home in silence, i think about what he has said. could it neteyam actually like me too? is that why he didn’t want to talk about it with me? i wonder what would even happen if he did, it’s not like we could mate.

when we land at home, i get of lo’aks ikran and thank him for telling me. i walk to my tent and lay down, thinking about how this could change everything. i should probably talk to neteyam about it instead of just mulling it over by myself.

i decide to get up and go talk to him, even though i’m scared that lo’ak could be wrong. i mean, what if i talk to him about it and tell him i like him when he doesn’t even like me back? i stand by his family’s tent, not sure if i should go it on not.

while i’m standing there thinking, i don’t notice that neteyam walked up behind me. he taps me on the shoulder and when i turn around i see that it’s him.

“hi.”

“hey?” he says, nervously scratching his neck.

“i think we need to talk, i was about to go in and ask for you.”

“i told you i don’t want to talk about it-“

“lo’ak told me you have a crush on me.”

he stares down at me with wide eyes. i can see his cheeks turn purple as he blushes and he opens and closes his mouth, trying to say something. i grab his hand, my small one grabbing on to 3 of his fingers. i walk us over to my tent, thankfully lo’ak must have gotten spider to stay away for a little.

when we go inside my tent, neteyam looks so nervous that you would think i’m trying to shoot him. he starts rambling, “ listen i don’t know why lo’ak would tell you that because i don’t have a crush on you i mean, you’re my bestfriend that would be kind of weird right? i mean not to say that you’re not funny or pretty, because you definitely are but even if i did like you, i mean how would that even work, i’m na’vi and you’re human and we probably would even be able to kiss because of your exopack and-“

i cut him off, “neteyam, i like you.”

“you do?”

“yeah, i do.”

“but why me, why not lo’ak? or anyone else?”

i look at the floor, “because i don’t want lo’ak. i want you. i want your smile and how funny you are. i want to talk to you and go on your ikran with you. you understand me like no one else. i see you nete.”

i feel a his hand on my chin, guiding me to look up at him. he hugs me, my forehead on his chest.

“i see you y/n,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

[navybrat817]

I love the ideia of Nick with a badass bitch what will only go soft between four walls. Bcs she was hurt before, and she doesnt want one more heartbreak and shes doesnt trust Nick to not hurt her.

I love this, too, nonnie.

Falling Apart for You

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: You've been hurt before, but Nick will wait for you. Word Count: Over 1.3k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), some insecurities, brief mention of past heartbreak, porn with feels (it’s me), Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I've admittedly been in a bit of an exhausted funk the last few days, so being able to find some time to write helped. Beta read by the beautiful @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Love isn't always patient and it sure as hell isn't always kind. It sometimes meant opening yourself up only to have your heart torn apart. Not ripped out, no. It stayed in your chest and slowly waited for you to piece it back together.

Removing it would have been kind and you didn't have the patience to make it whole again.

Which is why you didn't understand why Nick bothered. Maybe he respected that you were headstrong at work. You never let others push you around or see you as weak. Or he simply saw you as a challenge, a wall to tear down and walk away from once he destroyed it.

How long until he gives up?

"Get out of your head," Nick urged, running a hand through his short hair as he sat up in the bed. "Or talk to me."

"I'm not in my head," you lied as he pulled the blanket from your body. You weren't shy or embarrassed when it came to laying naked with him. Your body was your own and it was beautiful. That wasn't the problem.

Maybe the problem is I'm not perfect, so I'm not meant to be loved again.

But Nick wasn't without his flaws and you fell for him just the same. You didn't expect perfection, so it wouldn't be right if he demanded it in return. His intentions in the job weren't always pure and he could be cocky, but with you he didn't hide it. In a world full of lies, he never pretended to be something he wasn't with you. When the two of you were together, he brought the best out of you.

I hope I bring the best out of you, too.

"Thought we promised no lies in this room," he reminded you. "So don't make me say it again."

You sometimes hated it. The dryness in your throat, the way your heart rate sped up and how your head began to spin. Your folds were slick with arousal and your womb clenched with the need to be filled. Whenever he was nearby, your body reacted to his uncontrollably. He had to know that power he had over you and you didn't want to give him that leverage. "Damn you," you whispered as tears burned your eyes.

The whimper you let out was barely audible when he cupped the soft weight of your breasts in his hands. "You don't trust me to care for you," he stated, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as he ignored the slight venom in your voice.

"That's not true," you argued as your back arched. "I know you'll take care of me. That isn't it."

"I said 'care for you', not 'take care of you'. There's a difference," he pointed out, kissing along your neck as he continued to toy with your breasts. "I won't hurt you. I'm not him."

He kissed his way down your chest to distract you, licking and suckling your nipple. His arm slid under your back to draw you closer. Fuck, you wanted to be angry for bringing the ghost of him into your space. But through that temporary rage, you gave yourself over to Nick the way you always did and a crack in your heart began to heal as each second passed.

And that was something you respected about Nick. He was gentle, but didn't treat you like you were fragile. He pushed, but always for a good reason. The man above you got you like no one else did.

He's right. He isn't him. It could work this time around.

Sighing, Nick's lips trailed back to yours, his slight scruff scratching your chin. "What do I have to do?" he asked. He may as well have screamed it in your face. You wouldn't blame him if he did. Because, with you, he was patient and kind. And you still held him at an arm's length.

It isn't fair to him when he has done everything right.

Instead of answering, you went soft and pliant again in his arms. Your fingertips drifted along the hard muscles of his chest as you let him seduce you with his sinful mouth. The chemistry was there. So were your feelings, as much as you tried to deny them.

"Tell me," he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours as you parted your legs. He was rock hard, probably had been before he pulled the blanket away. You were certainly wet the moment your body was exposed to the cool air. "Tell. Me."

If he can give me everything, I can give him the same. Just say the words.

"I'm trying. I promise. Don't give up on me."

I can't lose you, too.

"I won't give up on you," he swore, his lips brushing your again in a tender kiss. "I love you."

He pushed into you without warning, your body opening to him as you adjusted. Your legs wrapped around him as his thickness pressed deeper into you. He didn't rush his movements, instead moving his hips slowly and erotically. You fell in sync with him, giving him with your body what you couldn't say with your words.

But I want to, Nick. I want you to know that I'm falling in love with you. Please, know that.

"You're so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" he asked, his thrusts still gentle as he moved deeper. "And smart. And strong."

You tightened around the hardness inside you, your fingers digging into his arms as you desperately raised your hips with each thrust. You refused to cry, but the tears were still there as pleasure kept building. Your face twisted with it as he gazed down at you, refusing to let you look away. Unlike your ex, he didn't just see through you. He saw everything.

And he still loves me.

"Nick, please," you moaned.

"Trust that I love you and I'll let you come," the tiniest of smirks forming as he moved faster. "C'mon. Give me what I want."

You couldn't think straight when he looked at you that way. You couldn't even breathe when his cock hit that sweet spot, the evidence of what he did to you seeping around him. Feeling it wouldn't be enough for him. "I trust you, Nick."

And like love, you didn't throw trust around often.

Relief filled Nick's eyes through the ecstasy. "You deserve to be loved," he said, finally making a tear fall from your eye as you began to shake. "And you deserve to come. Do it. Lose it for me."

You tensed as the coil snapped, spasming around his cock as another tear slid down your cheek. You mumbled something incoherently as he fucked you through it, gripping your chin as your vision whited out. It took a moment to come back to yourself. He looked elated.

Fuck, what did I say?

"I love you, too," he promised as he came in you, pumping you full in the way you always craved. His satisfied groan filled your ears as you tried to process what you had done. Did you really say you loved him?

He bent his head to kiss along your face as his breathing steadied. "It's okay, sweetheart," he whispered when your breathing didn't slow. It took a moment, but you began to follow his pattern. Like you always fell in sync with him. "You don't have to say it again until you're ready."

I will be ready soon. For you.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Maybe love wasn't always patient or kind to some. Love with Nick, however, could be those things and more. You were hurt before, but you refused to let a broken heart cripple you. When you were ready to say the words again and let the wall down, you knew Nick would be there waiting. Because he was a man of his word. And to you, he was worth falling apart for.

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