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ordinary-barbie · 21 hours ago

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scary dog privileges.

summary: Nobody's messing with you as long as Rafe Cameron is around.

pairing: rafe x sweet!pogue!reader

word count: 1.7k

tags: fem!reader, swearing, a guy acts like a creep towards reader, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex (protected), mutual orgasms

note: dipping my toes into obx fanfic after hyperfixating/crushing on Drew Starkey and reading a ton of Rafe stories, haha. I have not seen the show but I'm shooting my shot here anyway!

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They say that opposites attract, which couldn't be more accurate regarding your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

Rafe was the Kook king of Kildare Island, someone who oozed cockiness and arrogance. Meanwhile, you were a soft-spoken Pogue. When people spotted the two of you together, they couldn't wrap their heads around it, and frankly, neither could you. Rafe had his pick of any girl on the island - especially the Kooks - but somehow he only had eyes for you, which warmed your heart.

It all started last year, with a party at Tannyhill to celebrate your class graduating from high school. You were content to stay under your covers, binging Love Island Australia on Hulu, but your friend Olivia had begged you to come with her. Eventually, you relented, your curiosity about one of Rafe Cameron's famous parties getting the better of you.

Within five minutes, you'd ran into Rafe—literally. You'd been swaying to the music and accidentally bumped into him, spilling your drink all over his shirt. You'd been mortified, apologizing profusely and insisting on helping him clean up.

Rafe was a goner ever since.

Now it was time for another Tannyhill bash to celebrate the start of summer, and you were squarely by Rafe's side. In the year you'd been together, you'd discovered how protective your boyfriend was. He held onto you like an anchor, always having an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders, no matter if he was talking to Topper and Kelce or kicking some rando's ass at beer pong. You appreciated it; parties often made you feel like a nervous baby deer, and it was nice to have someone to hold on to.

Unfortunately, you couldn't always be joined at the hip. "I'm gonna piss but I'll be right back, baby," Rafe promised, giving your ass a light squeeze on the way to the bathroom. As soon as your boyfriend was out of sight, your smile dropped. While you'd made an effort to get to know Rafe's friends, you were still incredibly nervous in a house full of Kooks.

To kill some time, you scrolled through Instagram, giggling at Olivia's latest story. She'd posted herself having a "friendly pizza sesh" with a guy, but you knew she'd had a huge crush on him since high school.

Suddenly, a shadow passed over you. "What's got you laughing like that, pretty girl?" You jumped, startled by the unfamiliar male voice.

A smirking guy with short, curly dark brown hair and glinting hazel eyes sauntered up to you. "Hey, I'm Aidan. I'm new in town—but maybe a cute thing like you could show me around?" he lazily drawled.

Your skin prickled with discomfort. You suddenly wanted to shrink into yourself, but you forced yourself to smile anyway. "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Aidan laughed, undeterred, and leaned into you. "Playing hard to get, huh? That's kinda hot," he whispered into your ear, making your stomach churn.

"I said no thanks," you responded, laughing nervously. You should run. You needed to get out of there. But for some reason, you found yourself rooted to the spot, trapped with Aidan and the pungent stench of his cologne.

Aidan pouted, using his arms to pin you against the wall. "C'mon babe, just give me a chance. I don't bite."

"How many times is she gonna tell you to fuck off before you get the point?" Relief flooded your chest at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

Aidan rolled his eyes. "Why don't you fuck off, dude? We were having a moment."

Rafe glared at Aidan, his eyes blazing with rage, and grabbed the other boy by the collar of his Lacoste polo. "That's my girlfriend, you jackass. And you're gonna step the fuck away from her. Now."

You suddenly felt a zinging sensation in your core, turned on by Rafe's behavior. He was so sweet and silly and kind but could turn into a snarling dog in an instant — definitely not someone to fuck around with.

Rafe released Aidan's collar and the brunette gulped, suddenly trembling with fear.

"I - I'm sorry man. I had no idea," Aidan stammered. "I'll leave her alone."

Rafe wrapped a protective arm around your waist, scowling at Aidan. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Aidan meekly nodded, scurrying out of Tannyhill. The party filled with laughter, with people cheering Rafe on. But Rafe ignored the commotion, only focused on you.

"I'm so sorry baby. I should've been there to protect you from that—that asshat," Rafe apologetically said, tenderly stroking your cheek. You leaned into his touch, instantly comforted by the warmth radiating from his body.

"It's okay, Rafe," you assured him. "It's not like you could take me into the bathroom with you."

Rafe frowned, kissing the top of your head. "Maybe I should. Can't have these fuckin creeps tryna mess with my girl."

You laughed, shaking your head at your well-meaning boyfriend. "I adore you, but I'm not gonna stand there and watch you pee."

Rafe flashed you a lopsided grin. "Why not? We've done way worse things in there. That poor sink has seen some shit."

You playfully shoved Rafe's shoulder. "Rafe Alexander Cameron! I can't believe my knight in shining armor is so crass."

"Don't act like you don't love it, baby," he casually replied, kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan, tilting upward so Rafe could have more access.

The two of you were interrupted by the sound of Topper fake retching. "Begging y'all to please get a room," he pleaded. You couldn't help but snicker at Topper's dramatics.

Rafe lazily flipped off his friend before whisking you off to his bedroom and locking the door. "Get on the bed for me, pretty girl," Rafe said huskily, brushing his lips against your ear. Damn, that nickname sounded so much sexier from Rafe's lips than that douche from earlier. (Aaron? Andrew?)

You kicked off your sandals and laid down on top of Rafe's king-sized bed, pulling off your dress and underwear. Rafe quickly shed himself of his clothes and laid on top of you, kissing down every inch of your body.

"So I'm your knight in shining armor, huh? Well let me give my princess the treatment she deserves," Rafe drawled, relishing in the way your body reacted to his touch.

He plunged two fingers inside you, pumping them in and curling them right against your sweet spot. You gasped, loving the way he stretched you out. Rafe had been the only guy you'd ever slept with and at this point, you couldn't imagine yourself with anyone else; how could you, when you've only experienced the best?

You began to crave more than just his fingers, however. "Rafey," you whined, fully overcome with lust.

Rafe chuckled, lazily rubbing at your clit. "Use your words, princess. Tell me how to make you feel good."

You gulped, still feeling a little timid when it came to expressing your desires in the bedroom. "I need—I need your mouth, Rafey. Please."

Rafe knitted his eyebrows in mock confusion. "Where, baby? Your lips? Your cheek? Your forehead?"

"Rafe Cameron. Eat my pussy before I explode," you begged, your horniness taking over.

Rafe smirked, pulling his fingers out of you before slowly running his tongue across your folds. “Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty. Almost as much as I love this sweet little pussy. She's already so wet for me, holy shit."

You whimpered, arching your back in ecstasy as Rafe continued to pleasure you, kissing and sucking at your clit. You felt that familiar fire in your stomach, a sure sign that your climax was fast approaching.

"Oh, Rafe—'m gonna cum," you moaned, your legs shaking. Rafe sped up his movements, rubbing your clit with his thumb and index finger while pumping his tongue in and out of your hole. Eventually the dam burst and you felt your orgasm wash over you as your legs clamped down on either side of Rafe's head.

You took a minute to come down from your high, admiring the sight of your boyfriend with mussed-up hair and your glistening slick decorating his face. Even while looking totally disheveled, Rafe was a work of art.

Rafe wiped his face with the back of his hand, savoring the rest of your juices on his fingers. "Always my favorite meal baby," he purred. "But now I need to be inside you. Turn around for me, princess."

You shifted your position on the bed so you were lying on your stomach while Rafe rummaged in his bedside drawer for a condom. You heard him unwrapping the foil packet and rolling the condom on before feeling the head of Rafe's cock teasing your hole. You let out a breathy moan, loving and loathing the teasing simultaneously.

Rafe held on to your hips as he pushed into you, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. "Can't get enough of this pussy," he grunted. "So warm and tight f'me."

The din of the party going on downstairs faded away, and you could only focus on the sounds of sex occurring in the room: the duet of moans between Rafe and you, the creak of the bed, the sound of skin slapping against skin. A year ago, you couldn't imagine coming out of your shell like this. But now? Well—

"Gonna cum again, Rafey," you breathily blurted out, feeling your pussy clench down on Rafe's cock.

"Fuck yeah, princess, just come all over my cock," Rafe groaned.

Almost as if on cue, you felt your climax wash over you, and Rafe helped you ride out your orgasm before spilling his load into the condom. You had a fleeting thought about Rafe shooting his cum inside you instead, but you weren't quite ready for that yet.

You and Rafe took a minute to catch your breaths before he took off the condom and tied it up, tossing it into the wastebasket next to his bed. He rolled over on his side, enveloping you in his arms and burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Baby, you're incredible," Rafe murmured, kissing your shoulder.

You smiled, feeling light and airy inside. "Rafe, you're incredible. Thanks for being my scary dog earlier."

"I'm sorry, 'scary dog?'" Rafe repeated with a laugh.

"Scary dog privilege. It's something I saw on TikTok," you explained. "Basically it means that if you're with an intimidating-looking person, people will leave you alone because they don't want to mess with a scary dog. And seeing you be protective like that? It was pretty hot."

Rafe fondly gazed at you, stroking your hip. "Well shit, I'll be your scary dog anytime then, baby."

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #tiff writes

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claitea · 3 days ago

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ok sorry i just really loved the thought of n arguing with this little thing i wanted to draw it

Do you ever think about how almost all of N’s Pokémon throughout the first games were one offs he released after he battled you, how he cared about them all deeply enough that he thought it would be selfish to have them battle more than necessary. And do you ever think about how this is the case with all his Pokémon EXCEPT his Klinklang in the final battle at the league, where the second to last battle he had a Klink and this Klinklang is very likely that same Pokémon? Do you think this was a visual representation of his mindset wavering from a fixed point? How that Klink refused to leave him right away and he couldn’t bring himself to force them to leave because his mind is in so many different directions? He can keep them around just a little longer until he becomes champion, it won’t be long, he can bend things some so long as he doesn’t fully stray from his path…right?

Or is that just me am I the only one willing to be insane about Klinklang of all Pokémon

#pokemon #clai's art #i love when things are super serious and then suddenly arent. its my favorite bit #BUT ALSO. i come back with more klink thoughts #you mentioned how it would have been nice for the pokemon that signified n's turning point to be a friendship evo #and like yeah i think it would have been nice for him to have one i even have my own post on the matter #but tbh. klink is THE perfect one to represent it. like its driving me up a wall. i think it might fit n more than zorua does #the thing with n is he is horrifically bad at friendships. he pushes all his pokemon away by releasing them #he keeps saying he wants to be friends with the protag all throughout bw1 but doesnt give them a way to contact him when he leaves #he's gone for Two Years without reconnecting #my point being. a friendship evo actually wouldnt do him any good during bw1. he's fresh out of isolation he hasn't learned to process it #what n does do? he processes the world through formulas. makes sense of everything around him with numbers #klink is a pokemon that cannot function unless its in a pair. it has the abilities plus and minus which only activate when--#--another pokemon with those abilities. all rooted in very basic scientific terms. can't make a gear turn without a second one #maria also points out its a ferris wheel reference. ''The circular motion... The mechanics... [...]collections of elegant formulas''#what i'm saying is n needed that concept of togetherness explained in a way He understood #n thinks linearly. there has to be one solution to everything. it has to be neatly explained in a formula #friendships are complex and theres no Correct way to make and be friends #he just needed a kickstart idea presented in familiar terms. klink is exactly that #in addition like klink being an objectmon and n seen as inhuman? literally perfect. n connecting with something that might on the surface--#--look unfeeling and cold. but klink is all about connections and so is n #i hope that makes sense. its very late i might be rambling too much VJEVDJEVJED #sorry for putting a serious analysis in the tags of a Funny Comic. i am severely ill about black and white you must understand

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burymagdalene · 1 day ago

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Rocket Fuel - S. Reid x Reader

After a week apart, Spencer and reader have a day tucked away from society together. Resulting in stolen coffee, Spencer tries to make it up to you with his own trial of coffee making. pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader genre: Good old fashioned fluff tags: established relationship, sharing (stealing) coffee, season 6 Spencer, lots of kisses– PURITAN REALLY wc: 2.3k a/n: Based on my little headcanon here, I expanded my idea a bit for you guys! Kisses, I hope you enjoy!

You hadn’t seen Spencer in a painfully long time. With a quick departure from work to Louisiana, it had been a week since you’d last seen him. Of course, you have gone longer, but something about this case dragged out how eternal it felt, each day becoming more drawn out like the beginning of the summer solstice. That being said, your copious hours apart have finally ended as Spencer calls you once you’re off work.

“Baby, I just landed. Are you busy? Can I see you?” He quickly rushes out, combining all the words into one jumbled, excited mess. You can hear the chatter in the background and the wind blowing as he’s stepping off the plane.

Resting your phone on your shoulder as you wiggle your key into your apartment, you smile at his voice. “Hi. Yeah, I’m just getting home from work. I can get pretty and we can go out?” You shut the door behind you.

“Hmm. Can I just come over and stay with you? After this week I kind of feel like seeing you and nobody else again.” Spencer’s voice tapers off to a whisper at the end, not wanting to risk the BAU hearing and getting offended. Which they heard anyway, earning him a soft slap upside the head.

“If you won’t feel stir crazy, yeah I’d love that. You can help me with a new braid I want to try, I’ve been practicing and it’s killing me…” Spencer is very much used to these calls of help. When you wanted to learn how to do a french braid, you made him watch a video and come over to do it himself since he retains what you’re supposed to do so easily.

“Perfect. Do you want me to pick you up? Coffee? Are you tired?” Not being able to hold it back, you chuckle a bit. Spencer’s frantically trying to supply you with anything he might’ve missed while he was gone. He’s always like this, desperate to bring you little treats after a case, like a crow leaving shiny gifts on the doorstep of those who feed them.

“I’d love a coffee Spence. I have this incurable sweet tooth I’ve adapted since you’ve been gone,” you tease while letting out a dramatic sigh “not enough sweetness in my life.” Spencer whines out a sorry on the other side of the line and asks what you want.

“Okay, a raspberry mocha with an extra shot for the beautiful girlfriend. Sounds… interesting.” Spencer replies and after quick goodbyes he slides into his car to drop off his luggage at his apartment, feed his fish (that you had won during a carnival date and gave to him) and is off walking to get you your artificially flavored coffee that will make your dentist cry.

Spencer loiters around the aggressively hipster coffee shop you frequent because of its good prices (uncommon in D.C.) waiting for your drink while smiling softly at himself at the idea of smelling you again, shoving his head in the nape of your neck while embracing you, touching your hair, being in your apartment surrounded by your things.

He’s at a point of hazy daydreaming where he doesn’t hear the “mocha for Spencer!” shouted by the barista until minutes later when they make eye contact and he sheepishly realizes he needs to get himself in gear.

Taking your drink he texts you letting you know he’s on the way and starts heading towards your apartment. The past week Spencer has been crammed inside offices, cars, the plane, so walking over and stretching his legs is making him bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Just bright eyed enough that the chocolate-y sweet aroma wafting from your coffee peaks his interest. Spencer brings it closer for a better sniff and makes a little “hm, not so bad” sound. Spencer and you share a similar taste in sweet coffee, though Spencer usually goes for a mountain of sugar added, not really any of the different kinds of flavoring you typically order. He takes a curious sip.

Before he knows it Spencer is on sip number two and is offhandedly thinking about the rise of modernist architecture as he walks past the corporate apartments downtown, devoid of individualism and expression. In fact, he thinks, 420,000 apartment buildings were built in America this year, a world record. With how quickly apartments are popping up, 200,000-300,000 are being destroyed because of the cheaper and less expensive materials that are being implemented currently-

The cup feels significantly lighter than it did when Spencer first bought it. He gives it a few swishes to gauge his damage and winces a bit. That’s okay! You’re the most understanding and sweet person he knows. He doubts you’ll bat an eye that he stole some sips. Sharing is caring after all.

The neighborhood finally starts to become more homely and familiar as he makes his way towards your complex. He’s already consumed his fair share of airplane and office coffee today, now with your sugary double shot, Spencer is bouncing with every step knowing he’s about to see you momentarily.

Spencer understands the energizer bunny to his full extent right now. Bounding up your front steps and knocking to the tune of “doot doola doot doo” and reflecting on a memory of an energizer bunny commercial he had seen as a kid. He was terrified of it.

And right before his eyes his angel finally appears.

You swing the door open and hug him tightly in the doorway, immediately shoving your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. The laundry detergent on his clothes was not holding up while he was gone to how he actually smells in person.

“Hi, my baby,” Spencer mutters into the top of your head. He pulls you back gently by the back of your neck so he can get a good look at your face. “I missed this face so much.” He giggles, he can’t believe how badly he’s been longing for you this week. Pulling Spencer to your living room, you’re still embraced in a hug.

“You don’t even understand. I’m coming jammed in your suitcase next time you have to leave.” You smile back at him, softly running your thumb along his jaw. Spencer blushes sweetly and breaks eye contact.

“Anddd your rocket fuel.” In his bliss he’s forgotten all prior sips of your coffee and hands you the drink.

You take his offering, smile dropping when you’re holding it yourself. “What the hell?”

Spencer remembers immediately. “I was checking for poison.”

“What the hell?”

“You know, so that if there was poison I’d be the one-”

“This is almost gone?” You can’t help but laugh a little bit at the absurdity.

Spencer pulls his best guilty face. “I’m so sorry. It smelled so good so I had to try it, you know scent accounts for around 75 to 95 percent of the impact a flavor can have. So, I could’ve been doing an experiment to attest to how it tastes in regards to how it was smelling. But I wasn’t actually, I just got carried away. Did you know that if you tried plugging your nose while eating a potato and an onion that without smelling them, they would taste essentially the same? We have to try that some time.” He’s nervously rambling.

You laugh and hand him back the cup. “It’s all yours, Spence.” You turn and walk into your kitchen, knowing he’s going to be following at your tail.

“I am sorry. Are you sure?” Spencer scratches the back of his neck nervously. Though he stops feeling bad once you turn around and lean against your kitchen counter with a grin.

“Yes, I’m sure. However, you’re about to sift through my kitchen and whip me up the most delicious coffee that my cabinets have to offer. Okay?”

Spencer nods with a bashful smile, sipping the coffee again. “Okay. Truce?”

“Hmm. Not so fast, it’ll be a truce if and when the coffee you make knocks my socks off.” You tease.

Spencer kisses your shoulder and gives another kiss under your ear like this second chance has a life changing outcome. A queen giving her jester another chance at entertainment before his beheading.

Conversation flows sweetly as you stand together in your kitchen. You have new flowers on a small table that he comments the origins on. “Why am I jealous that you got yourself flowers and I didn’t?” Spencer half jokes as he rummages through your options of crappy instant coffee.

“Hmm. But you did go out of your way to buy me that coffee I wanted… oh wait.” You poke back at him lightly. Spencer sighs good naturedly and asks you to turn around.

“I want the drink to be a surprise, don’t look at what I’m pulling out.”

Turning around, you roll your eyes. “Yes, chef.”

Spencer starts concocting his masterpiece and puts away the ingredients after they’re combined. He turns around, moving your hair to the side, away from your neck and places a kiss on the back of your neck. He hums against your skin and places another kiss. “Okay, you can look again.”

You spin on your heels and wrap your arms around his waist, against his back, chin resting on one of his shoulders as you watch him stir together a warm and milky mix of God knows what. You’re a little bit scared.

Pouring the mixture into the mug he gave you on your last birthday with your first name initial across the front, Spencer hands it to you with a ginormous, proud smile.

Pulling it up to your nose you give it a sniff to see what you’re about to get yourself into, though you guess this could be an onion and potato scenario, or whatever Spencer was saying to save his ass. You take a sip.

It’s not very good. You can taste each ingredient separately and together simultaneously. Way too milky that it drowns out the already weak coffee grounds you have. Spencer definitely makes coffee in a unique way, you’ve tried it once or twice.

“Mmm, this is so good, baby. Perfect.” You smile against the rim of the cup anyway.

“Really?” Spencer grins, taking a sip of your coffee again, one that you’re mourning more than ever now.

“Yeah! Thank you!” You lean over and kiss the side of his mouth. Spencer shifts to the side to catch you in a proper kiss. He overzealously pulls you in closer, hands cupping your cheeks, the coffee he made you spills a bit with his movement.

“Mm- babe,” you pull away to wipe the rim of your cup with a napkin. Spencer just hums in response, that he is not sorry for.

“Let me try?” Spencer asks sweetly after watching you take another sip, curious to know what he did to make it taste so good.

“Uhh, yeah. Sure.” You give a tight-lipped smile, your facade slowly breaking.

Taking the cup from you, Spencer takes another one of his greedy sips. He gulps it quickly, offendedly, and looks at you with a crazed expression. You burst out laughing.

“What?” You choke out through giggles.

“This is awful.” Spencer deadpans.

“Nooo, it's good!” You remedy. You don’t really care how it tastes, it’s just nice to be drinking something he’s made you after all this time. You don’t even care anymore he has your sweet drink either, he deserves it. Sweet thing.

Spencer starts laughing along with you, pulling you in by your wrist and peppering your face with kisses as you try to boost his confidence. “Seriously. I couldn’t have made it better myself.”

“You couldn’t possibly have made this yourself. That’s just awful. I was confident too.” He shakes his head with a smile. Spencer pours out half of what he made you and lifts the top of the remainder of what you actually wanted, and pours it in. He mixes it with his finger, pops it in his mouth to taste. No poison. And hands it to you.

The mixture was pleasant actually, a lot of the flavoring from the coffee shop fell to the bottom, so it made his milky coffee flavorful. You hum in genuine pleasure this time.

“I can’t believe you tried to lie to me about that coffee. You never have to grin and bear anything for my sake.” Spencer responds seriously as he watches you drink his combination.

You can’t help but feel like when a parent turns a funny story into a life lesson, but you suppose he’s right.

“You looked so proud! I didn’t want you to feel disappointed. I don’t really care about you drinking my coffee. I just care that you’re here.”

Spencer laughs and rolls up his sleeves as he talks, “I swear tomorrow your socks will officially be knocked off with the delectable coffee you’re about to receive.” He picks back up a joking tone.

“Oh I bet.” You kiss his cheek.

The rest of your evening together was full of caffeinated updates either of you may have missed in the past week, Spencer filling you in on a prank he was particularly proud of devising against Derek.

Spencer held up his end of the bargain as well. You woke up from the first good rest you’ve had all week since Spencer left to a raspberry mocha by your bedside table. You hadn’t even heard him leave.

You skip into your living room to find an empty cup of the same coffee Spencer picked up for himself this time to find him hunched over your coffee table fixing a bouquet of flowers into a vase.

He looks up at you and walks over, giving you a warm hug, slipping an arm up the back of your hoodie and traces your skin. “I was supposed to wake you up, angel.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

Pulling away, you walk over to inspect the new vase of flowers he got you. You put your hands on your hips and smile over at where he’s standing.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Truce.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer x reader

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floweredsoul03 · 3 days ago

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Doctor’s Orders

(Boom!Sonic x Doctor!Reader)

A/N: I suck at summaries. Just a bunch of fluff. I'm sorry if this sounds ooc. I might make this a series. The dividers were created by @pixxiecup I know they said their free to use with no credit but I want to give thanks and tag them here anyway.

Warning: Just one part that is just a pinch suggestive but nothing extreme.

This was getting ridiculous. It was one thing to help Sonic, Tails, and the rest of your friends -mostly Sonic and Tails- with a sprain, scratches, or a cut here and there, but this was starting to get out of hand. It shouldn't have been surprising to see them with an injury that needed stitching, bandaging, or even a cast once you learned they were considered Seaside Island’s heroes. But as time went by, it always seemed their injuries were getting worse than the last time you saw them. Initially, you thought it was only because of Eggman. At least that way, they had an excuse.

Hell no.

A crazed circus man that bought equipment from said man, Frog-whatcha-mccall-it cult (?) trapped in Sticks’ basement (?), meteors, Sonic being trapped with Eggman in a temple while everyone around was too busy arguing about being the leader, -the conversation was going nowhere and being the only person with no knowledge or experience with fighting you were about to leave as you were announcing that you would be waiting back at Tails’ home with medical equipment ready when the ground beneath all of you caved in and you got involved regardless- and you don’t even want to start talking about when Knuckles was purposely injuring himself to ‘shift the balance of luck in the universe.’

As more time passed, the number of ridiculous reasons for injuries seemed to be balanced with the actual reasonable excuses. Not that you weren’t already stressed out with some of your friends’ reckless decisions when they were up against an enemy.

Cough, cough. It was mainly Sonic and Tails, with Knuckles in third place—surprisingly—cough, cough.

You came to Seaside Island thinking a small yet gorgeous place like this would not be hectic. And best of all, there was a job opening where you could help people. You should have known there was a reason there was a job opening that somebody else hadn’t already snatched up so quickly before you could even apply. You should have seen an even bigger sign when you were hired quickly. Looking back at the day you graduated from university, you remembered how you almost cried tears of joy that the worst of it all -late nights, all-nighters, missing out on events, get-togethers, friendships, and relationships- had come to pass. All you had to worry about was being able to find an opening and the usual stresses that being a doctor would come with. All that you felt more than ready and determined to face head-on.

Oh, how naive you were.

You haven’t even lived on Seaside Island nearly as long as you have lived on campus in university. Yet, everything that has happened so far has given you more heart attacks and stress than any homework, studying session, or test combined. But then again, it’s not exactly your fault for falling for a place like Seaside Island that looks so deceivingly peaceful. Just like it’s not your fault for thinking assuming your now close friends would only get injured because of some foes they’ll have to come face to face with.

You can’t help but find the humor in it all. The fact that you weren’t expecting to make some new friends the same day you finally had moved to said island. Just like you were surprised to find out later that they were this island’s heroes, you assumed that it was just by chance that you met them and talked to them on day one. You didn’t think they would all actively reach out to you -for any other reason than just medical aid- to hang out and become friends with you. You didn’t mean to become close to them, just like you didn’t mean for word to get around the island, and people started identifying you as the group’s doctor. And you didn’t mean for people to start associating you with the group of heroes.

It just so happened that you were the first person they went to whenever someone was hurt. You somehow became a close friend to these famous names despite not being super fast, strong, a technical genius, or having other skills or quirks that made you stick out like the rest. You had also become a ‘hero’ in the eyes of the citizens living on Seaside Island, despite a few other doctors and nurses also living there. You became your friend group’s doctor, although you have not signed a contract stating that you were only their doctor. Your company doesn’t seem to mind somehow. You guessed that’s the perk of being considered the island’s ‘heroes.’

You would be lying if you said there weren’t multiple times where you muttered under your breath that you were only a doctor, not a hero. So much so that it feels like it’s become just as much of your catchphrase as Sonic’s “gotta go fast.” You’d also be lying if there weren't moments when you thought that maybe moving to this island was a mistake. But, deep down, you know that it isn’t. You care and love your friends to death. You never had friends quite like them, you never expected people like them to want to become friends with someone like you, and you especially never had bonds with others as strong as the ones you have with them. No matter how much you may complain, scold, and yell on a few occasions, you’ve never felt more at home.

You’ve also never felt more like a ‘mother’ -so Sonic likes to joke- than moments like these.

Sonic and Tails are sitting on a couch battered to the point that you’re pretty sure it is more than normal—whatever is considered normal at this point. And if that’s not telling, then definitely the way they’re both avoiding your gaze as you stand in front of them, arms crossed, foot tapping, and glaring at them.

“Do I even want to ask?”

Sonic perked up, “Oh, how kind of you to ask what happened!”

A sigh leaves your lips as you open your bag to work on them. Tuning out whatever Sonic is saying. Whether Sonic is retelling what transpired or is lying out of his ass and making up a story, -he’s done it in the past- for the sake of your sanity, you decide not to bother this time around. Most of the time, you end up chiding them, especially if they’re lying. This brings up the repetition of you reminding them why lying to doctors is an awful decision. But based on the fact that you don’t hear Tails butting into Sonic’s explanation with a slightly raised voice to say that that’s not happened, and instead is calmly telling the story from his perspective, providing proof that he can attest to Sonic’s words. As much as you wish, you can always depend on Tails to speak the truth when incidents like these occur, like how you thought when you were getting to everyone, you couldn’t. As time passed, you learned the hard way that boy has picked up a few bad habits from Sonic. Lying about his wounds is one of them. Thankfully, it's not as bad as the blue hedgehog.

The entire ‘conversation’ between you three was just you perfectly timing when to hum, nod, and pretend you were listening to them as you finished patching them up. On the other hand, Sonic finally catches up to this as Tails finishes speaking and points this out.

“Hey. Were you even listening?”

“Not really,” you responded bluntly.

“Hey! Aren’t you our doctor? We’re supposed to tell you these things, right?”

Ignoring the warmth creeping into your heart as Sonic put not just his trust but also his and your guy’s friends' health in your hands, saying, ‘Our doctor,’ you frowned and looked at him and Tails as you stood up, hands on your hips. They both sheepishly smiled, knowing what was coming.

“I don’t know. Should I listen to you guys? Just like how well you guys listen to me regarding your well-being?”

There was no actual bite behind your tone or attitude. Sonic and Tails both knew it. Still, that didn’t mean they didn’t feel some guilt, knowing the stress that weighed on you by being their doctor. Or at least, if not Sonic, then surely Tails.

“We really are sorry (y/n). We do appreciate everything you’ve done for everybody since you arrived.”

Hearing Tails’ words and genuineness, the frown on your face disappeared, and your hands fell from your hips. You sighed.

Damn him for being adorable.

“I understand there will be moments where you guys are bound to get hurt. But that doesn't mean go ahead and be reckless since you will get harmed anyway.”

Tails’ smiled and nodded, “We understand.”

Sensing the conversation would end, you asked, “Are you going to be working on something?”

“That’s right!” Excitement shone in his eyes.

“Make sure you work sitting and relaxed. Do nothing with a lot of movement, but don’t stay too long sitting up. Take breaks, lay down, rest, and don’t push it.”

“I won’t.” Too thrilled to head straight to work on a gadget, he ran towards the door.

“No running.”

“Right, sorry.” He chuckled, rubbing his neck before closing the door.

Right as he left, you immediately turned, “And you!”

Your sight set on Sonic, who tried sneaking away, “What?”

You swiftly approached him and grabbed his wrist. “You’re lying down,” you said.

You dragged him towards the couch before he yanked his arm away, “Why does Tails get to go scot-free? And what’s up with the switch up all of a sudden?”

“Your wounds are more severe than Tails’; that’s what’s up.”

Your reasoning was full of shit, and you knew it. But damn do you need to find a way to make Sonic slow down for once, “Now lay down.” You pointed towards the couch.

Sonic faked a groan, “You know how it is (y/n). Got a reputation to keep up. ‘Fastest being alive.’” He signaled his thumbs to the door while scooting around you. But before he could go any further, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the couch.

“Doctor’s orders.” Your brows furrowed, and your voice stern.

For you, it was just a second or two. For the fastest being alive, it felt like more than two seconds.

The view of you above him arms out, hands firm on him, sitting him down, demanding tone, and your face—he already knew you were quite the sight, but he’d be lying if he said the upset look on your face didn’t look especially gorgeous on you.

Sonic played it off by lightly swatting your hands away, crossing his arms, and looking away, “Fine, fine. Doctor’s orders, I guess.” He shrugged, hoping that his face wouldn’t give away how warm it was starting to feel.

Smiling and satisfied with this little victory, you nodded and walked away to get a pillow, blanket, and a book.

Once the blue blur was lying comfortably with a pillow and blanket, you sat by him and opened the book in your hands.

“Are you going to read me a bedtime story, Mom? I’m too old for that.” Sonic said dryly.

“No. I don’t trust you won’t start running again when I leave, so I’m staying until you fall asleep.”

“Seriously?” He rolled his eyes, not meaning it, and honestly didn’t mind.

“Seriously.” You smiled and started reading the book in your head so Sonic could fall asleep without any disturbance. Unknowingly to you, he wished you spoke the words under your breath so he could have an excuse to listen to your voice.

You open your eyes and find yourself lying on the couch with a pillow and blanket. Your mind is foggy and confused. You remember falling asleep upright while reading a book when suddenly you jerked up. Realizing the pillow and blanket on you is the same one you gave to Sonic. Looking around, he was nowhere to be found. Calling out and looking for him would be pointless; you already knew he was probably up and running again.

Shaking your head, you wondered,

Maybe I should contact the previous doctor who worked on this island and ask why they left.

#fanfic #fanfiction #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #boom!sonic #reader #x reader #reader insert #y/n #x y/n #(y/n)#sonic x reader #boom!sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader

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lockpickingliar · 1 day ago

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We ran out of tags so I guess we gotta do this in the body of the post. Sorry.

Not sure who's at the helm right now muse-wise, but it's nice to see the acknowledgment. It's probably Cookie or Gemini or another who's experienced Chapter 4. Kichi? Moonpie? Joker? Maybe it's several of us in a lump. We do that sometimes.

But anyway. It's like...

Yeah, Gokuhara and Iruma were important to us.

Then imagine our turmoil when we figured out that Iruma was planning to kill us.

It makes sense. She could lie about whatever she wanted with the program without us around. Aside from the fact we were carrying the trials when it came to lies, we were the only one who knew anything remotely useful about the program because we helped he set things up and had an opportunity to snoop beforehand. Without us to contradict her, she could say whatever she wanted and she'd get away with it.

Everyone would die, so it had to be done.

But then imagine our NEW turmoil realizing we couldn't just get the job done ourselves.

If we wanted to avoid the program altogether, then everyone would think it suspicious of us. They all had a hate-boner for us for whatever reason, so any complaints from us would be regarded with suspicion at best and malice at worst.

If we tried to kill Iruma ourselves, we'd die because of the way she programmed our avatar. Iruma's not stupid, she knew who she was dealing with and wanted to room for us to be able to fight back at all.

So we had to get someone else to do it.

And the only person who left who listened to us at that point was Gokuhara.

Maybe we should have made our own post. An X on Y Essay or something, we don't know. Not a lot of people take kindly to the first person speech on analysis posts we've seen.

But we had to say it.

It hurt.

It hurt it hurt it hurt.

In one fell swoop we were forced to lose both of our only remaining companions. We would've been content with the 50/50 split and going down with the ship. That would have been fair, we think.

But that's not what happened.

Even then, nothing seems to go out way and we had to survive and reckon with what we'd done.

You all know the rest of the story. How much of a wreck we were after the trial. Our downward spiral after that. Our doubling down.

We were alone. And we always would be.

honestly everyone in v3 who survived up until chapter 5 is such a clown for believing kokichi was the mastermind

#ultimate supreme leader #cookiechi #kichi keen #gemini #joker #moonpie #cusp #kokomelon #there are a couple new ones too who don't have names yet #x on y essays #shift: lost you #ultimate archivist

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sombrathedragon · 1 day ago

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It’s my birthday today !! and honestly, I want to thank each and every one of you who made a post or sent a inbox ask or just wished me a happy birthday today, it genuinely made me really really happy that people I’ve never seen care for me just as much as my irl friends. :] ANYWAYS I’m feeling generous and in the birthday spirit so MUTUAL APPRECIATION TIME WITH ALL OF MY MOOTS !!!!

@real-odark !!!!! YOU GANG !!! You’re the one who actually got me to use and get an account on Tumblr lol and I gotta thank you for all those epic drawings you sent to me for my bday 😛😛😛😛 and your also like my only irl friend on here 🎉🎉

@wolfdog-weatherman I met you through your like wof x little shop drawing you did and I’m glad I did 😁😁 even though I don’t interact with you a lot you did convince me to watch ghd the musical and it is pretty banger so I gotta thank you for that vro !!!

@willoillo COOL PERSON ALERT !!!!! Guh you’re such a good artist and I can’t believe we’re moots and you’re really nice as well :3333 And um yeah im glad we’re moots :3

@theo-the-rockstar99 sorry for tagging you cause I know we like never talk ever but you seem like a cool awesome person so yeah !!! :33

@gay-witches-are-the-best CRICKET !!!!!!!!! YOU IS ALSO GANG !!!! Orghhh I’m also so glad we’re moots !!! Your Wicked art is SO AMAZING and you are such a nice and caring and cool person and aghahahahah yeah !1!!1!1!2!2

@scrollwyrm Scroll !!!!! Your art style is SO COOL !!!! Like I have never seen anything like it !!! /vpos I’m so glad I’m moots with a cool person like you !2!2!2!2!2!

@sprinkellz we don’t talk much buttt you also seem very cool and fire and dope !!!! And your art is cool !! :D

@salveofthesandwonks We don’t talk a lot but you were one of my first moots that I really talked to so yeah you like started my journey out I guess :3 you seem like a cool person !! :D

@minttea31 your art is AWESOME !!! Like I love how you shade and everything grhahhhhh !!1!1!1!1!2!2 I’m also glad I’m moots with a cool person like you even if we never talk !1!!1!1!1!1

@petrockenthusiast Your art and ocs seem so awesome !1!!1!1!2!2! And you also seem so cool !!!!!! :D I’m glad I’m moots with you !! :3

@spookys1fan We don’t talk like at all BUT your art is cool and awesome !!! You also seem awesome and cool !! :]

@secondhandtroubles You haven’t been online in a while but YOUR ART !!!! OH MY GODS ITS SO GOOD !!!1!1!1!1!1!1!1 I can’t believe I’m moots with a person like you !!!!!!

@lunaeclips We don’t talk that often but you seem cool and the art that I’ve seen of yours looks cool !! :] You seem like a dope person !!

@axilarycobra sorry for tagging you as we don’t talk like ever but your wof headcannons are cool and awesome !!! And I bet you’re as cool and awesome as them :]

@ninjazzy orghh your art is sick and um we don’t really talk ever but yeah :DD bet you’re awesome !!

@fourtytwo42 Okay sorry for tagging you cause we like don’t talk ever but your art is also SO GOOD !!!! And I think it’s really cool !!! :3

@raven-does-artstuff-894 We don’t talk a lot but I think you’re a cool person and your art is cool as well !!! I bet you’re awesome as well :33

T@fairyfrogmother We don’t talk at all hit I like your art style and your art and I think you’re a cool person !!!! :3 :D

@volleyballval You might not be online anymore buttt I think your wof art is cool !!!! And I’m pretty sure you also like TSOA so yeah !!!! :D bet you’re a cool and awesome person !!

@kotsuyadesign YOUR WOF STICKERS ARE SO COOL !!!!!! Would totally want to buy them someday !!! ^^ and you seem really cool !!!

@mythos321 MYTHOS !!1!!1!1!1!2!1!!1!2 COOL GUY ALERT !!!!! You are so cool and awesome !!!! I love all the little wof things combined with other fandoms you send me in my inbox (at least I’m pretty sure it’s you), they make my day :] And even though Im not in the Persona 5 fandom, your wof x persona 5 fanfic seems really cool !!!!

@rosy-cozy-radio Fellow corvid enjoyer !!!! You’re cool and you like epic the musical so that automatically makes you awesome as well 😎😎 I’m glad to have someone like you as my moot !!!!

@notodysseusofithaca YOU COOL !!!! WOF AND EPIC !!!!! Also I think you got me into watching Starkid (mainly just tgwdlm, Black Friday and npmd but hey it’s still something) you cool and awesome !!!!! Glad to have you as my moot !!!!!

@thequasarwinds We don’t talk much but you like wof and epic so automatic awesome person !!!! Anyways like I said you seem pretty cool and awesome and nice :DDD

@novalunosismyths we became moots because of your epic/the odyssey as a dating sim idea lol :3 but even if we don’t talk much, you still seem cool !!!! (And I still think about that epic dating sim,, Jorge you know what the people want /silly /j)

@seasonalmoss again we don’t talk much but like I said with your sibling you seem cool and dope and awesome !!! :D

@randommushro0m YOUR ART IS SO GORGEOUS HELLO !!?!?!?1!1?!1?1!1?1! I’m so glad someone with your awesome art skills became moots with little old me :333 you seem really cool and nice !!!!

@barnowlive I LOVE YOUR GREEK MYTHOLOGY/EPIC AS DRAGON DESIGNS !!!1!1!!1!2!2!2! GRAHHHHH !!!!!!! Anyways you’re so cool and awesome and I can’t believe I’m moots with some one like you !!1!1!1!1! :D

@moon-snailsss another one of my irl friends !!! :D thank you for the sugar cookie today it was lowkey fire,,, :33 hope a belted kingfisher comes up to u and you get to keep it :DD

@verridith we don’t talk like at all but your art is SO GOOD AND AWESOME LIKE WOAH !!!!!!! Glad I’m moots with a cool and awesome person like you !!!! :33

@mrmrsdarklordjrthethird like I’ve said for a lot of my moots we don’t talk like at all but I think your art is dope and I bet you’re a cool and nice person :DD

@harperfrost Harper !!!! Orgh love all the little convos we have every day even if we just say wawa back and forth :3 you seem very cool and I’m glad I’m moots with you :D

@brokenflaem123432 I alway liked your drawing a wof character a day series, and I think your art is really nice !!!! :D I think you’re cool and yeah !!! :)

@yellow-computer-mouse YELLOW THE LEGEND !!1!2!2!2!2!2!2!2!2! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR FICTIVES /p !1!1!1!1!2!2!1!1!!1 orghhhh your art style and art and you are SO COOL AND AWESOME !!!!!!!! I am so glad to be moots with a person like you !!!!!

@crystalshifer I think your art has a ton of potential (and in no way do I mean that badly !! I just wanna say I can see you being a amzigg by artist in your future !! Even though your art already amazing 😛😛) I’m glad to be moots with you !!

@crowsorrel We don’t talk like at all but I like the way you shade and draw,, and I think you’re really cool and awesome :33 glad to be moots with a person like you :]

@eury-the-cow-man we don’t talk ever but I’m glad to be moots with Eurylochus himself lol /silly you seem really cool and nice though :]

@dawnxd wof fan !!! :3 and your art is actually really nice !!!!! :D you seem like a nice and awesome person, glad I’m moots with you :]

@plalache0 Your wof art is so cool and dope !!!!1!1!1 and you seem so nice and cool and awesome !!! Glad I’m moots with someone like you :33

@ac1dfang your art is also so cool and wow !!!! I love the way you shade and draw !!! Glad I’m moots with a cool person like you !!

@imnotskyguy-the-third SKYYYYYY !1!1!1!2!2! TUMBLR CAN NEVER GET RID OF YOUUUUU !1!1!1!!2!2!2!2! You’ve been such an awesome friend/moot and your were one of the first that I managed to convert to an epic fan !!!!! >:D I’m so glad I’m moots with you Sky !!! :3

@sunbitternb WOF AND EPIC !!!!! You seem like quite the awesome person and I love your art style !!! I’m standing by what I said that it tastes like pomegranate :33 glad I’m moots with you :D

@el-crafts AH EL YOU ARE SO SO TALENTED AND GRAHJJJJH I CANT BELIEVE IM MUTUALS WITH YOU ?!?!1?1!1!1’ oh em gee your wof maps and epic animations are SO SO GOOD and your art style is just !!!!!!! Im so glad to be moots with a person like you :DD (don’t mind how I like fangirled in this entire message 😭😭)

@ieatsporks11 wof fan !!!!! :33 you have like the EXACT same profile as one of my moots and I think that’s kinda funny :33 you seem really cool and awesome and I bet you are !! Glad I’m moots with a person like you :DD

Andddd that’s all my moots !!! I love each and every one of you !! /p and I am so so sorry if none of you wanted to be tagged !! Anywayssss I’m eepy

#sombra yaps (me)#i love my moots

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saynomorefic · 1 day ago

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2024 fandom review

Ty for tagging me @willesredlights @phneltwrites @grounded-parasocial <3

This is going to be a mishmash of formats I've seen, so thanks everyone for giving me ideas

Fics written

I started watching and writing YR this year, so 2024 has really been huge for me in returning to fandom and fic writing. I wrote 27 works (plus tumblr ficlets) and 117k words, by far the most I've written!

First fic posted in 2024: You Kill Me (WIP) 2024-02-06

My love letter to Young Royals. Anyone who has read this, thank you and sorry, it's deeply personal and my raw initial reaction to watching the show.

Last fic posted in 2024: Ghosts of Simons Past 2024-12-23

Silly little christmas fic!

Fav fic I've written: Let's take this overboard (WIP) 2024-06-25

My Mediterranean yacht AU! Ah my beloved. Thank you to everyone for showing this story love. It's still going, I'm just putting the pieces together. How do you pick a direction when you have so many?

It's been a big year of writing :) I haven't written creatively for about 9 years, so it's safe to say Young Royals and this community have ignited a creative spark I didn't know I had in me. When I was a kid my dream was to be a writer. Getting emotional here, but it's hitting me that in a way, that dream has come true in a way! I know fanfic is not technically professional writing, but in a way it's cooler - we don't get to just message our favorite "real" authors whenever we want, nor do bigger authors get to experience being in a club of writers like this! (actually I wouldn't know, but w/3).

Thank you to every single person who has sat down and read my little stories, you guys truly don't know what you have given me and how much it means.

Fics read under the cut <3

Fics read

I can't give a number, but I have bookmarked 117 fics since 2024-02-11, and it's safe to say I've read at least 4x that.. so uh.. it's a lot :''))

This is a list of favs after going through my bookmarks, and definitely not an exhaustive list of all the fics I've read and loved from this past year. Thank you to ALL writers out there for your amazing work <3

First fic I bookmarked/ read: objects in motion by Capiche

Last fic I read: Under the Mistletoe by @vvachillessongvv (so cute!)

Some favorites I've read this year:

Stairway to Heaven by @unfortunate17

the person responsible for finding young royals, and this was one of the very first fics I read! Heartbreaking and wonderful.

Something Real as Pain by @crownedwille

I love how this story directly engages with power differences between Wilhelm and Simon, and I'm so proud of these two <3

be the place you call your home by @phneltwrites

I love them so much. No one does post-canon like you! such a unique writing voice and characterizations to match <3

Faroe Gone by @groenendaelfic

Pining Simon. Pining Wilhelm. Remote island-farm-cottage sex. What more could you want?

We Left Footprints When We Passed By by @in-amor-veritas

One of the first long fics I read, and these two will never leave me.

darling, lost in the darkling woods by Ripki on ao3

honorable mention to Align, but this noir gripped me like no other.

Fright Fest! by @enjoythesilentworld

I adore everything about this, horrorific, whumpy and visceral <33

sleep, dream, you, repeat (live, die next to me) by @espejonight28738

This little gem! The Midsommar AU. So so good, so well written.

bittersweet ecstasy (I pick my poison and it's you) by wthbaby (ao3)

An amazing ABO fic that's more werewolf /fantasy than anything!

The initiation - sorry if we got a bit rough by @silvagrey

A really interesting look at the aftermath of Wilhelm's initiation ritual, and a type of canon divergence I've never seen!

A Glimpse of Us by @simons-purplehoodie

An early love, read this in April and was swept away.

Look at us by @willesredlights

So hot, so sweet, and bonus that it was a gift for me! <33

to color with two by @wildcalendula

I love the way they communicate about sex here. So tender and loving and lovely. Just this whole series!

The Way We Were by queerofthemonth (ao3)

Damaged popstar Simon. Sad Kronprins Wilhelm. Fuck.

Cock by @stretchoutfics

Just so much to say about pining and sexuality crisis Wilhelm. It feels so realistic, and I love their communication here.

One, two, three (Not only you and me) by @skibasyndrome

So much communication, so much trust, so much honesty. And the LAPDANCING? Also, thank you so much for every kinktober contribution, promise we are all very grateful <3

Where We Left Off by @gulliblelemon

So tender, they will literally be in my heart forever. It's time to re-read!

come closer and see into the dark (WIP) by @bigalockwood

I can't decide what's better, unique magical ghosts or juicy slow burn interpersonal relationships at the YR ghost agency. Love <3

losing a friend is the hardest part by psyanky on ao3

God do a love break ups and second chances. And everything psyanky writes.

We're Going to Be Friends (Lilac Grove) by wilmonlibrarian on ao3

I'm so in love. Borrower Simon is adorable, and it blows my mind how this author created this whole world.

I am awaiting you (WIP) by @toffeelemon and thatgayprince (pls help me tag on tumblr!)

I am so in love with Princess Simon and Wille here. Uadhakjsdha

i've got power in my hands (and it's yours for the taking) by @starvalisedham

The library fight from August's POV. There are LAYERS here, and I love how much is up to interpretation reg. his perception of Wilmon.

maybe now maybe here tonight by @dreamyelectronicmusic

I love a getting back together fic, and the writing! I'm in awe.

My Home for All Time by @hergrandplan

Amazing contributions for Wille's month! Every ficlet and morsel.

words written down by @caramelpenguin

Every single one. how do I pick? Thank you for always sharing these beautiful snapshots with us <3

this is the golden age of something good and right and real (Painter AU) series by @alltoowille

I couldn't choose bc the first part was INSANE. and then I read it and realized there was 50k+ after? Think I ascended. Thank you <3

and last but not least obviously by @grapehyasynth

Changed me. Changed how I write, and then changed me again.

Final reflections

I wanted to say I loved helping celebrate Wilmonhits5k on ao3, and big thanks to everyone who participated through fic recs and commenting.

I have to mention the people that keep this fic world turning through fic recs, making gifs, fandom engagement, and more! @simonsapelsin @youngroyals-events @kruemel8 @sillyunicorn @grounded-parasocial @books-books-smolderinglooks @impossibleknots @sillylittleflower and too many more to list. You guys are truly the best <3

If we have never chit chatted, feel free to come say hi! <3 Happy new year to you all, and here's to more YR magic in 2025.

#yr fic rec #fandom in review 2024 #saynomorefic #love you all <3

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wayfinders-coven · 2 days ago

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Hi there. First off, I’m sorry my DNI was not posted on this blog but outside of this discussion, do not interact with me. Feel free to respond though. Other endos, go away.

I am having this discussion in good faith, but I have a poor opinion of the endogenic community and I am not trying to be polite about it. The way i say things might sting some, but I have too much to say to take the direct autism out of my tone. I apologize in advance and thank you for your understanding.

Also, i will be putting “non-disordered plurality” in quotes because… i still don’t believe in it, but there’s an explanation for everything and I’m not trying to deny the experience you do have, but I would like to highlight that it may not be what you think it is.

First: you can say all you want that all of the above is true, and honestly I do not really care because endos do not keep me up at night. But even through your entire rebuttal you call endogenics with disabled terms, all while claiming that you’re different things.

System is a disabled term, for disabled people, not for “endogenic plurals” or anyone non-disordered.

Using it as a “non-disordered plural” is ableism. You are taking words away from people with real and serious disorders when you use them to spread information about “non-disordered plurality”. Those words are not for you. Please respect that. Use your own words.

On a similar line, endos also use tags containing “system”, “alter”, “split”, etc. Anecdotally, you haven’t seen it, because maybe you stay out of our way, but others don’t.

[Edit: Checked your profile: you *personally* use system! Please stop doing that. And please don’t say you don’t, it is all over your profile!]

Also, A LOT of you guys love to use “traumascum” when (disordered) systems don’t want to interact with you! That is top tier ableism, bordering on entire slur usage at this rate. You guys as a community *invented a slur* to be ableist to systems. Just be aware of that.

To sum up this section: Endos are generally an ableist group, either stealing our words or using a slur they made for us. They should not be doing that regardless of the truth of “non-disordered plurality”.

Next: The ICD recognizes spiritual practices an example of multiple *personality states*. It does not recognize the “plurality” most endos claim to have, which are either real symptoms of a CDD, or mimicking a CDD.

Also, I hate to be this guy, but when something is normal for someone, it can’t always initially be reported as “distressing”; It doesn’t become distressing until you realize what happened to you, and sometimes it becomes undistressing after you accept it. I know clinicians wont diagnose unless you show distress, but I firmly still believe that if you have all the symptoms of a CDD and yet don’t feel distressed, you’re still disordered. CDDs are traumagenic neurodevelopmental disorders, that doesn’t go away because you become okay with it.

Another thing about this: The cut off date is a theory, and only works for otherwise-NT kids. If you have a neurodevelopmental disorder (like autism for example), your “cut off” date is a lot later. Also, your small-T traumas count too; You don’t have to have been seriously abused or anything to need to cope with life by developing a CDD. Kids brains are the ones in charge; ‘serious trauma’ is whatever your kid-brain fet it was. Just think about that.

(The “im trauma-endo because my trauma happened when i was 10” crowd are the ones i worry about the most, because you aren’t endo just because the trauma happened ‘late’, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you.)

Sidebar, i do not have time to vet all those doc sources you sent me in addition to all this, but i will eventually rb with my findings. Thanks for understanding. I will concede that part to you as you did present something, and I can’t debunk you right now in good faith.

You said something interesting here:

You cannot be ableist about something that *you claim* is not a disorder. Ableism is discrimination or prejudice based on disability status. This is the point we keep having to hammer home for you.

And I’m sorry that it hurts your feelings when people point it out, but it’s necessary: If you’re talking about the pointing out of delusions, I have delusional episodes and I can personally assure you, I say it with concern for some of you. I genuinely think a good amount of you are covering up whatever trauma you endured, or are possibly suffering from a delusional disorder. It is not ableist to say so.

[Edit 2: If your claim is true (your heart symptoms get worse and you experience physical pain when told these things), that is **POTENTIALLY** indicative of a larger issue! If available, please see a doctor, and if not, watch your health and stay out of syscourse.]

We ((disordered) systems) get to decide what “real systems” are because, and say it with me: SYSTEM IS A DISABILITY TERM. We get to decide how it’s used, just like nonverbal autistics get to tell selective-mute autistics to get *their* own words. Words mean things. Get your own.

Bottom line, be “plural” all you want, but I’m sorry to tell you that what 99% “endogenics” claim is non-disordered plurality, just isn’t, and it’s dangerous to spread the misinformation I just had to debunk in this post.

For all these reasons, i firmly believe that Endos and their community full of what OP described, and predatory people who want to keep it that way.

I don’t usually interact with people who claim to be endo, because I feel this way, but I know y’all have a right to your beliefs. You need to think about them though. And you need to not steal words from the disabled to express them. Thanks.

I hope you understand and take the time to read the whole post.

-Juniper

what actually are endogenic systems?

• Endogenic is an umbrella term that refers to all systems that are not completely traumagenic in origin.

Why are some people claiming to be endo?

• people claiming to be endogenic systems may:

• be misdiagnosed, they may not have DID/OSDD and may have a different disorder.

• may not have researched. Which is not a excuse. You cannot claim to have any disorder without any level of research.

• they may be a traumatic system in denial of there trauma.

• singlets with fractitious disorders [Factitious disorders are conditions in which a person deliberately and consciously acts as if they have a physical or mental illness when they are not really sick.]

•singlets misidentifying normal experiences

• singlets who enjoy "being a system" finding it fun etc

Why can't endos exist?

• as previously stated. DID/OSDD is a TRAUMA RESPONSE DISORDER. you cannot have it without trauma literally.

• OSDD/DID occurs because of childhood trauma between the ages 4-9 (commonly). Because extreme trauma happens when the majority of your "personality" is formed by then. the trauma interferes with your personality development, causing the formation of other alters to help cope with that trauma / deal with the brunt of the trauma and survive day to day life.

• OCDD/DIDs can only be formed through trauma.

Why are endos so harmful?

• they spread very harmful misinformation. (Even the idea of being endogenic, forming without trauma)

they spread dangerous misinformation and stigma (demonising roles (persecutors for example)) impossible beliefs (alter death, sys hopping etc)There growing presence in general on many platforms

• endos trying to say that they have any experience to anything close to the serious trauma that causes DID/ OSDD is so so harmful to actual DID/ OSDD have had to live through and survive.

• WE ARE ALREADY STIGMATISED AND DEMONSIED IN ALL SORTS OF MEDIA AS IS.

• IT IS SO HARMFUL AND HURTFUL TO SYSTEMS WHO HAVE ACTUALLY SURVIVED AND BEEN THROUGH THE HORRORS AND TRAUMA THAT CAUSES DID/OSDD - OUR TRAUMAS ARE NOT BADGES FOR YOU TO WEAR.

- blurred asf

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bunnakit · 4 hours ago

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coming outta left field and talking about something that has nothing to do with me bc i don't have anything better to do with my time right now.

that whole fandom discourse was whack and i'm sorry @lurkingshan and @waitmyturtles had to deal with that. there's def been plenty of posts i haven't liked or haven't agreed with in fandom and you shrimply just have to scroll! there's no need to make a response unless you're coming from a genuine place and can have a respectful discussion. if you're coming from an emotional place you just have to say "people like different things" and move on.

i personally am not mutuals with shan because we have a lot of different opinions about things - this is not a dig at shan, she doesn't follow me either prob for the same reason! i think she articulates her posts incredibly well and comes from a very genuine place. i don't know turtles that well bc i haven't been in the space much these days but based on what i've seen she seems much the same.

media analysis is and should be vast and varied, that's what makes it fun, and not everyone is going to share your opinion and people will always interpret things differently based on past experiences, differences in knowledge, etc. they aren't evil for that.

this is what i think is one of the most important things from shan's post -

You don't owe anyone your presence here, and you don't have to express opinions on everything or respond to tags or asks if you don't have anything to say. Sometimes you might just want to take a break from posting, some things in the discourse might just flow right on by you, sometimes you will not have a firm opinion on a debate. You can post as much or as little as you want. You can suddenly decide you don't want to talk about a show anymore. You can not log into your tumblr for days or weeks at a time. Do you, boo!

to add to this, and i know this won't be a very well received statement, if you're finding yourself having these big emotional responses just because someone didn't like your fav it may be time to take a step back and reevaluate your priorities in fandom. as someone that took a break from fandom and dramas in general i highly recommend taking a second and finding your peace again. humans are emotional by design, it's what makes us great, but if you're getting violently wound up about someone else's opinion of a fictional piece of media created for entertainment purposes i think it's time to take a deep breath.

fictional media is art and people can and should always have different opinions about art. yes, even art featuring your favs.

i left the fandom for a long time because Last Twilight deeply hurt my feelings as a disabled person with an incurable disease - but that's on me. i'm sure many people found the message an uplifting one of hope (as i believe it was intended to be.) my personal experiences caused me to have a different take on it - but again that is because of my personal experiences and does not make my opinion of it right or wrong, it simply is.

tldr: i think it's important to remember that there are no correct opinions in fandom; if there were they wouldn't be opinions but irrefutable facts. you need to get used to seeing opinions and reads that differ from your own and embrace the art of filtering unless you feel capable of having a calm and respectful discussion.

i wanted to share my thoughts as someone completely unassociated with shan and turtles from a place of complete neutrality. if you're going to have a discussion have a discussion, if you're just gonna rag on someone because they didn't mindlessly jerk off your fav keep it to your group chat or something, don't be a tar pit.

this being said, get used to seeing things even if you try to filter! it's not perfect, i've filtered out spare me your mercy bc i haven't seen it yet and want to form my own opinions but things have absolutely come across my radar (either in my own tags, clicking links, etc.) it happens, don't be weird about it.

#oat yaps #lurkingshan #waitmyturtles #fandom discourse #last twilight #spare me your mercy #hi shan and turtles #idk i don't NEED to be involved in any of this #it has literally nothing to do with me #but this is a very large part of why i left and stopped posting meta #so i wanted to give my thoughts as an unbiased 3rd party

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gardenladysworld · 3 days ago

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Starbound hearts

Status: I'm working on it

Pairings: Neteyam x human!f!reader

Aged up characters!

Genre/Warnings: fluff, slow burn, oblivious characters, light angst, hurt/comfort, pining

Summary: In the breathtaking, untamed beauty of Pandora, two souls from different worlds find themselves drawn together against all odds. Neteyam, the dutiful future olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya clan, is bound by the expectations of his people and the traditions of his ancestors. She, a human scientist with a love for Pandora’s wonders, sees herself as an outsider, unworthy of the connection she craves.

Tags: @nerdylawyerbanditprofessor-blog, @ratchetprime211, @poppyseed1031, @redflashoftheleaf

Part 10

I am sorry, i made these chapters sooo long :')

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Part 11: To ask

The forest was alive with the hum of Pandora. Even in the quiet daylight hours, the sounds of chirping insects and the distant calls of wildlife created a symphony that wrapped around you like a living heartbeat. You crouched beside a vibrant bush, its bioluminescent leaves dormant for now, carefully documenting its structure on your datapad.

The xenobotany team was scattered nearby. Norm was nearby, cataloging a set of vines; Brian was arguing with Kate over the best angle to photograph a strange fungal growth. Ethan lingered further off, conspicuously avoiding your area of the clearing. You knew why, and you didn’t need to think at the tall, blue person.

Neteyam.

You hadn’t seen him since his ‘talk’ with Ethan… The thought of asking him to help retrieve the ulo’ateya had weighed on you ever since. You knew he would help without hesitation, but wasn’t that the problem? The last thing you wanted was for him to feel obligated, to see you as someone who only approached him when she needed something.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you tried to focus on your work. The datapad’s stylus felt clumsy in your fingers as you attempted to sketch the bush’s delicate blossoms, but your thoughts kept wandering. How should you even ask him? What if he thought you were taking advantage of him?

You didn’t want to be a burden—not to him.

The faintest rustle of leaves behind you pulled you from your thoughts. Before you could turn, you heard the deep, familiar timbre of his voice.

“You’re here.”

Your breath caught as you looked up to see Neteyam emerging from the trees, his tall, lithe form moving with a quiet grace that made him seem like part of the forest itself. He was carrying his bow, though it hung loosely at his side, and his golden eyes scanned the area briefly before settling on you.

“Neteyam?” you asked, startled. “What are you doing here?”

He stopped a few feet away, his posture relaxed but his gaze intent. “I was passing through,” he said simply, though the slight flick of his tail betrayed his calm demeanor.

Neteyam tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “I was nearby,” he said casually. “Just checking on the area.”

“Nearby?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you glanced at him. “We’re a good five kilometers from the village.”

He shrugged, his tail flicking behind him. “The forest is vast. It’s not unusual for me to patrol these areas.”

Deep down, though, you couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing him here. His presence was steadying in a way you couldn’t explain, like an anchor in the vast, unpredictable jungle. It didn’t matter why he was here; you were glad he was.

Neteyam crouched beside you, his movements fluid and unhurried. His proximity made your pulse quicken, but you kept your attention on the bush in front of you, pretending to focus as you scribbled on your datapad.

“Well,” you said, turning back to the bush you were documenting, “since you’re here, you can make yourself useful and tell me if this plant has any... special properties.” You gestured to the bush with your stylus, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

Neteyam leaned closer, his gaze flicking between you and the plant. “It is called loran’ai,” he said. “The leaves are used to soothe burns.”

You nodded, making a quick note on your datapad. “Good to know. Thanks.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and calm.

“Documenting this bush,” you replied, gesturing to the plant. “Its leaves are fascinating. They curl inward during the day to conserve moisture, then open at night to release bioluminescent spores.”

He nodded, leaning slightly closer to get a better look. The faint scent of the forest clung to him—earthy and warm—and you had to fight the urge to lean in too. Instead, you busied yourself with jotting down more notes, your handwriting growing sloppier under his watchful gaze.

Neteyam was staring at you. You could feel it. His golden eyes followed every movement, his focus unwavering. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught him looking at you like that, but it never failed to unnerve you—in the best way possible. It was as though he saw something in you that no one else did, something you weren’t sure you deserved.

Finally, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “You know, you’re making it very hard to concentrate with those eyes of yours burning a hole in my face.”

His ears flicked sharply, and his tail gave a nervous twitch. “I wasn’t—” he started, his voice stumbling slightly. “I was just—”

You laughed softly, cutting him off. “Relax, Neteyam. I’m just teasing you.”

His flustered expression softened into a small smile, but you noticed the faint color blooming on his cheeks. He looked away briefly, his tail swaying behind him, as if he was trying to compose himself. The sight made your chest tighten with an unfamiliar warmth, a mixture of affection and something deeper.

He didn’t respond immediately, and when you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward, the barest hint of a smile breaking through his embarrassment.

Around you, the other scientists seemed completely unfazed by his presence, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for a Na’vi warrior to join them in the field. Norm and Brian were engrossed in their samples, and Kate had wandered farther into the clearing. Ethan, however, was a different story. He kept his distance, his shoulders tense and his eyes darting nervously toward Neteyam whenever he thought no one was looking.

You didn’t mind Ethan’s self-imposed exile—Neteyam certainly didn’t either, judging by the way his tail swayed lazily behind him.

But as you continued working, you felt the familiar weight of your unspoken question pressing down on you. The thought of asking Neteyam for help made your chest tighten, but you couldn’t avoid it forever. You needed that plant, and he was the only one who could get you there safely.

Still, the words refused to come. How could you ask him without sounding demanding? Without making it seem like you were taking advantage of his kindness?

Neteyam’s voice broke through your thoughts. “You are quiet today.”

You blinked, startled. “What? Oh, sorry. Just... thinking.”

His gaze lingered on you, thoughtful. “Something troubles you.”

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly, but his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, unconvinced.

“You do not hide your feelings well,” he said softly, his tone gentle but firm. “If there is something you need, you should say it.”

Your heart skipped at his words, and you glanced down at your datapad, fiddling with the stylus. Could he already tell what you were thinking?

“I’ll figure it out,” you said finally, your voice quieter than you intended.

Neteyam tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “If you need help, you only have to ask.”

His words hung between you, heavy with meaning, and you felt the weight of your hesitation pressing down on you. You wanted to believe him, to trust that he wouldn’t see your request as a burden. But the fear of crossing a line you couldn’t uncross kept you rooted in place.

*1 day ago*

You stood in the corner of the rec room, holding a steaming cup of the outpost’s passable imitation of coffee, while the rest of the xenobotany team gathered around the central table. Kate was fiddling with her tablet, Brian was leaning back in his chair, balancing precariously, and Norm was pulling up a holographic map of the surrounding region.

“Alright,” Norm said, tapping a point on the map with his stylus, the faint glow illuminating his face. “This is where we need to collect the sample. The ulo’ateya, or as you guys call it, the ‘Midnight Bloom.’ Rare, delicate, and it only flowers once a year—at night.”

Kate leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing at the map. “Let me guess, it grows in some impossible-to-reach place?”

“Bingo,” Norm replied with a sigh. “This ridge, here.” He pointed to a jagged, isolated stretch of land high above the jungle canopy. “You can only get there by ikran. No way to climb it without risking your neck.”

You frowned, taking a sip of your coffee as you studied the map. “Why can’t we just use the helicopter? Hover above the ridge, grab the sample, and head back before it gets too dark.”

Norm shook his head. “Not feasible. The noise would disturb the ecosystem, not to mention the risk of attracting predators. Besides, the RDA’s not going to approve a chopper for something like this.”

Brian frowned. “The cliffs are dangerous, especially at night. And the RDA barely lets us take the copters out during the day, let alone for a nighttime trip.”

Kate tapped her chin thoughtfully. “What about asking one of the Na’vi? They could fly us there on an ikran.”

Your heart sank at her suggestion. The thought of asking Neteyam flashed in your mind immediately, but you quickly pushed it aside. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s not fair to bother them with something like this. It’s a simple task for them, and it’s not their responsibility to help us with our research. A waste of his time.”

Kate grinned, nudging Brian. “You hear that? She doesn’t want to ‘waste his time’, because she knows his schedule. Sounds to me like she’s worried about something else entirely.”

You shot her a look, your cheeks warming. “That’s not it. He’s already busy enough. He doesn’t need me dragging him into this.”

Kate straightened, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying, if I had a Na’vi warrior who was clearly ready to leap off a cliff for me, I’d take advantage of it.”

“That’s exactly what I don’t want to do,” you said sharply, then immediately softened your tone. “I don’t want him to feel like he’s obligated to help just because I ask to bring us back a stupid plant.”

Kate snorted. “A ‘stupid plant’ that’s critical for understanding Pandora’s nighttime pollination cycles, right? Give yourself some credit.”

“It’s still mundane to him,” you argued, your tone tinged with frustration. “Neteyam has enough on his plate. I can’t ask him to take time out of his day for something so small.”

Brian leaned back in his chair, smirking. “Why not? He likes you. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

You shot him a sharp look, and he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Just saying.”

“Look,” Kate said, her voice more serious now. “You’re not taking advantage of him by asking for help. You’re giving him a chance to do something he’s good at, something he probably enjoys. And if it’s important to you, it’ll be important to him.”

You glanced at Norm, hoping for a more pragmatic perspective. He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “Kate’s right. If anyone’s going to help, it’s him. But if you’re uncomfortable, we can try to figure something else out.”

You sighed, the weight of the decision pressing on you. The ulo’ateya was vital to your research, and you knew you couldn’t do this alone. But the idea of asking Neteyam for help—of admitting that you needed him—felt daunting.

“I’ll think about it,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kate smirked, clearly pleased with your response. “Good. And when you do ask him, just be yourself. He won’t say no.”

Norm chuckled, patting your shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

Despite their reassurances, you couldn’t shake the nervous flutter in your chest. You nodded, pretending to focus on the datapad in front of you, but your thoughts were already spinning. How would you approach him? What would you say? And if he agreed, how would you ever repay him for his kindness?

Later, as you prepared to leave the lab, Kate’s words lingered in your mind. “Just be yourself,” she had said. But being yourself had never felt so terrifying.

The afternoon sun cast dappled light through the canopy, dancing patterns across Neteyam’s cobalt skin as he crouched beside you. His braids shifted with each subtle movement, swaying lightly as he adjusted his position to get a better view of your datapad. The intricate beads woven into them caught the faint sunlight, glinting like tiny stars. You had always admired the way his hair moved with him, as if it, too, was alive, a part of the forest’s rhythm.

He’ll think you’re ridiculous if you keep staring like that, you chided yourself, forcing your eyes back to your datapad. Still, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his posture, the way his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly when he looked at you, as if your presence brought him some kind of ease.

You tried to focus on your work—scribbling notes, documenting the plant in front of you—but your thoughts kept drifting to him. To the way his ears flicked with the barest shifts in sound, or how his golden eyes seemed to linger on you a moment too long before flicking away, as if he didn’t want to be caught. Every small movement felt amplified, like a symphony you couldn’t help but hear.

Stay calm. Don’t make it weird, you told yourself, gripping the stylus tighter than necessary.

Neteyam had always had a way of making you hyperaware of yourself—how you sat, how you spoke, even how you breathed. It wasn’t that he was intimidating; far from it. His presence was calming, steadying. But it was that very steadiness that made you want to tread carefully, as though a single misstep might break the fragile balance between you.

You caught yourself watching him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the slight twitch of his tail as it brushed the forest floor, the way his fingers—so much larger and stronger than yours—rested lightly on his bow. He moved with such grace that it was almost unfair, his every action deliberate yet effortless.

Ask him now, your mind urged. Before the others pack up. Before you lose your nerve.

But you hesitated. How could you, after spending the entire day trying not to bother him? Neteyam had his own responsibilities, his own burdens. Who were you to ask him to take time out of his day for a task that, to him, would likely seem mundane?

Yet you needed that plant—the elusive ulo’ateya that only bloomed at night and only in the high cliffs beyond the mountains. A helicopter wasn’t an option, and without an ikran, there was no way to reach it. Norm and Max had explained the situation, and Kate had encouraged you to ask Neteyam outright. But the thought of imposing on him made your chest tighten.

“Are you finished here?” his voice broke through your thoughts, low and quiet. His golden eyes flicked toward your datapad.

You startled slightly, gripping the stylus in your hand. “Almost,” you said quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just... a few more notes.”

Neteyam nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary before he looked away. His tail swayed lazily behind him, brushing the ground, and you wondered if it was a sign of his patience—or his curiosity.

The rest of the team was already wrapping up. Norm called out to you and Brian to start packing the equipment, and Kate gave you a knowing glance as she passed by with an armful of samples. They were giving you space—perhaps too much space—but you appreciated their subtle encouragement.

Neteyam’s voice broke the silence between you, low and calm. “You seem distracted.”

You glanced at him, startled, your grip tightening on the stylus. “What? Oh, no. I’m just... thinking about the next sample.”

His ears flicked slightly, a small, almost imperceptible movement that betrayed his skepticism. You knew he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press further, his gaze returning to the plant.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you worked. You had to ask him about the ulo’ateya. There was no other option, no better way to get the sample safely. But the thought of asking him filled you with an unshakable nervousness. What if he thought you were using him? What if he resented you for treating him like a tool rather than a friend?

Friend. The word tasted strange in your mind. Was that what he was to you? The word felt inadequate, too small to encompass the way he made you feel. But you couldn’t call it anything else... Not when you were terrified of ruining whatever fragile connection existed between you. But you hoped you could.

You stole a glance at him as he shifted slightly, the motion smooth and effortless. His fingers brushed against a leaf, his touch careful and deliberate, as though he understood the value of even the smallest life. You swallowed hard, willing yourself to speak.

“Neteyam,” you began softly, your voice barely carrying over the sounds of the forest.

He looked up immediately, his golden eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “Yes?”

Your nerves threatened to choke you, but you pressed on, the words tumbling out in a rush. “There’s a plant I need for my research. It’s rare—it only grows in one area, and it blooms at night. I—Norm and I—were trying to figure out a way to get to it, but it’s... complicated.”

His expression remained steady, though his ears twitched faintly, a sign you’d come to recognize as curiosity. “Where is it?”

You hesitated, clutching your datapad like a lifeline. “It’s on one of the high cliffs near the Hallelujah Mountains. The ulo’ateya. We were thinking about taking a helicopter, but it’s dangerous at night, and it wouldn’t be fast enough to get back before morning and the RDA wouldn’t let us to go there this fast.”

Your heart raced. Did he think you were using him? Would he be annoyed? You hated the idea of burdening him, of taking advantage of his kindness. And yet, you couldn’t deny the flicker of hope in your chest as he considered your request.

Finally, he nodded. “I will help you,” he said simply, as though the answer had been obvious all along. “I will come to the outpost tonight, before midnight. Have everything prepared for me, and I will go.”

Relief flooded through you, and before you could stop yourself, a wide grin spread across your face. “Really? You’ll do it?”

Neteyam tilted his head, his expression softening at the sight of your joy. “Yes,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “It is no trouble.”

You couldn’t help the giddy laugh that escaped you, and the next thing you knew, you were throwing your arms around him in a hug. “Thank you!” you exclaimed, your words muffled against his shoulder. “Thank you so much!”

For a moment, Neteyam stiffened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your sudden embrace. But then his arms came up tentatively, his hands resting lightly on your back as he returned the gesture. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as though he were afraid of breaking you.

Around you, the forest seemed to fade, the sounds of your team packing up distant and unimportant. All you could feel was the steady warmth of Neteyam’s presence, his breath soft against your hair as he leaned into the hug.

When you finally pulled back, your cheeks flushed as you realized what you’d just done. His golden eyes met yours, and there was a faint flicker of amusement in his expression—though his ears twitched in a way that suggested he was just as flustered as you were.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I got a little... carried away.”

Neteyam’s lips twitched into a small smile, his voice low and warm. “It is... fine.”

From the corner of your eye, you noticed the rest of the team watching, their expressions ranging from amused to outright smirking. Kate gave you a thumbs-up behind Neteyam’s back, while Norm and Brian exchanged knowing glances.

And with that, he turned, his steps light and silent as he disappeared into the forest. You watched him go, the ache in your chest both painful and sweet. There was no turning back now. Tonight, he would fly into the heart of Pandora’s wild beauty, and all you could do was hope he would return safely—with the rare plant in hand and the unspoken bond between you intact.

The trek back to the outpost was filled with quiet murmurs of excitement and a sense of accomplishment. The team worked quickly to gather everything Neteyam would need for the trip to retrieve the ulo’ateya. You helped sort the sample trays and delicate containers, making sure every piece of equipment was secure in the specially designed bag. Your fingers worked efficiently, but your mind was elsewhere—on him.

You couldn’t stop replaying the moment when he agreed to help. The memory of his golden eyes, steady and certain, lingered in your thoughts. And the hug—oh, Eywa, the hug. What had possessed you to throw your arms around him like that? The feel of his arms encircling you, strong yet gentle, sent warmth blooming in your chest.

“Earth to our plant lady!” Kate’s teasing voice snapped you out of your reverie. She was holding up a sample tray, waving it in front of your face. “We need these packed, not admired.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, taking the tray and carefully placing it into the bag. Kate smirked knowingly but didn’t press further.

Kate, perched on a nearby stool, leaned over and nudged your arm. “You’re unusually quiet,” she teased. “Still riding the high of Neteyam saying yes?”

You glanced at her, feeling the flush creep up your neck. “I’m just making sure everything’s ready,” you said, avoiding her knowing smirk. “This isn’t exactly a casual favor.”

Kate grinned. “He didn’t hesitate, though, did he? Told you he’d do anything for you.”

“Kate,” you warned, your tone half-serious.

Kate leaned against the counter beside you, watching as you fumbled with the straps. “You’re lucky he said yes,” she teased, a grin tugging at her lips. “Though, let’s be real—Neteyam would probably lasso the moons for you if you asked.”

You rolled your eyes, though her words sent a flutter through your chest. “He’s just being kind,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant. “It’s no big deal.”

Kate raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

You shook your head, but her words lingered. Deep down, you were grateful—more than grateful. Neteyam’s willingness to help wasn’t something you took lightly. As the team worked around you, packing each tray and tool carefully into a large, durable bag, your thoughts kept drifting to him. To the way he’d said, “It is no trouble.” To the way his golden eyes had softened when you’d hugged him.

“Bag’s ready,” Max announced, pulling you from your thoughts. He slung it over his shoulder, testing the weight. “Heavy, but manageable. Neteyam should have no problem carrying it.”

“Good,” you said, standing and brushing your hands on your thighs. “Let’s triple-check the inventory.”

Norm gave you a look. “We already did that twice.”

“Once more,” you insisted. “Just to be sure.”

By the time the bag was packed, the outpost felt quieter than usual. The hum of machinery and faint chatter of the night shift provided a muted backdrop as you glanced at the clock on the wall. Eleven fifty-eight.

The air in the room was tense, charged with anticipation. Kate was tapping her fingers against the edge of the table, and Brian was pacing in the corner. The others lingered nearby, occasionally glancing out the window.

“You know, I’ve never seen an ikran up close. Do you think it’s as terrifying as it looks in the vids?” Kate said.

“They’re not terrifying,” you said automatically, your mind drifting back to Neteyam’s ikran. You remembered its sharp eyes, the iridescent sheen of its scales, and the surprisingly gentle way it had nudged you the first time you’d met. “They’re incredible. Powerful, yes, but not terrifying.”

Brian snorted from the corner of the room. “I’ll believe that when I see it. Those things look like they could eat you whole.”

“They wouldn’t,” Norm interjected, his voice calm but firm as he joined you at the counter. “Ikran are bonded to their riders. They’re loyal and intelligent, but they don’t trust easily. If you’re not bonded to one, you’d better keep your distance.”

Max nodded in agreement. “Even if they seem tame, they’re still wild creatures. I’ve seen more than a few scientists learn that the hard way.”

You listened to their conversation with half an ear, focusing on other things. The thought of Neteyam flying through the night to retrieve the rare plant stirred a mix of emotions in your chest—gratitude, admiration, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

“Relax,” Max said, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. “He’ll be here. Trust me, if Neteyam says he’s going to do something, he does it.”

You nodded, but your fingers continued to toy with the edge of the table. Every minute felt like an eternity, the anticipation buzzing in your veins. It wasn’t just about the plant anymore; it was about seeing him again, knowing he was doing this for you.

At exactly midnight, a sharp screech cut through the stillness, jolting everyone into motion.

“That’ll be him,” Max said, setting his coffee down and grabbing his exo-mask. The team hurried to do the same, following the sound of the ikran as it circled the clearing before landing gracefully just outside the outpost.

You stepped out into the cool night air, the soft glow of the bioluminescent forest framing the massive creature that had just landed. Neteyam’s ikran was a sight to behold—its sleek body shimmering faintly in the moonlight, its wings folding neatly as it settled into the clearing. The vibrant blues and greens of its skin were mesmerizing, and its sharp, intelligent eyes scanned the group warily.

“Oh my god,” Brian muttered, taking a hesitant step back. “It’s huge.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Kate added, her voice tinged with awe and a hint of nervousness. But you couldn’t help yourself; your feet moved before your mind could catch up, drawing you closer to the ikran and its rider.

“Is it... safe?” Brian whispered, his voice tight with unease.

“As safe as an apex predator can be,” Norm replied, though his tone was far from reassuring.

Ignoring their hesitation, you stepped forward. The ikran shifted slightly, its sharp beak clicking as its large, luminous eyes locked onto you. Your heart skipped a beat, but you refused to stop.

“Careful!” Kate hissed, his hand reaching out as if to stop you. “That thing could—”

You froze for a moment, watching him. His braids swayed as he moved, and the faint glow of his bioluminescent markings only made him seem more otherworldly. His golden eyes met yours, and for a brief second, the rest of the team seemed to fade into the background.

“Holy—” Brian began, taking a cautious step back. Kate grabbed his arm, though she looked equally wary.

Even Norm and Max, who were more accustomed to the ikrans, exchanged nervous glances. “Remember,” Max said quickly, “don’t make any sudden movements. Ikran only respond to their riders. And don’t look into its eyes.”

But you stepped forward without hesitation, your heart thrumming in your chest as you approached the towering creature. The ikran’s head turned toward you, its piercing gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, the air felt charged, heavy with anticipation. Then it let out a sound—a chirp, almost melodic, that sent a wave of relief washing over you.

The ikran lowered its massive head, nudging you gently, its scaled skin cool and surprisingly smooth against your hand. You laughed quietly, reaching up to stroke the side of its head. “Hello again,” you said softly, as if speaking to an old friend.

Behind you, the team watched in stunned silence. Brian’s mouth hung open, and Kate’s eyes were wide with disbelief. “Did... did it just—chirp at her?” Brian asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Looks like it,” Kate muttered, clearly torn between amazement and panic.

Norm let out a breath, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

But you barely noticed their reactions. Your focus was on Neteyam as he dismounted his ikran with a fluid grace that made your breath catch. His long braid moved with him, the end glowing faintly as it swayed behind him when small tendrils moved. He reached up, undoing the bond of tsaheylu, and the ikran let out a soft rumble, its eyes half-closing in contentment.

Neteyam’s eyes softened as he watched the interaction, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “She remembers you,” he said, his voice low and warm.

You glanced at him, your heart fluttering. “I guess I made an impression.”

The ikran nudged you again, its massive head nearly knocking you off balance as it let out another chirping sound, almost like a purr. The others watched in stunned silence, their disbelief practically radiating off them.

You turned to Neteyam, holding out the bag. “Here,” you said, your voice softer. “Everything’s ready. The tools, the trays—everything you’ll need.”

Neteyam took the bag from you, his large hands brushing yours briefly in the process. The contact sent a small jolt through you, and you quickly pulled your hand back, pretending to adjust your exo-mask.

“Thank you,” he said, his tone as steady as ever. He slung the bag over the ikran’s shoulder effortlessly, as though it weighed nothing at all just to secure the bag on its saddle’s side.

“Be careful,” you said, the words leaving your lips before you could stop them.

Neteyam’s lips quirked into a faint smile, his ears flicking slightly. “I will return before the sun rises,” he promised, his voice low but reassuring.

As Neteyam turned back to his ikran, you watched in awe as he reached for his braid, the long tendrils shifting as he brought it forward. The glow of tsaheylu brightened as the kuru connected with the ikran’s neural queue, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The bond between them was palpable, a seamless connection that felt almost sacred.

The ikran crouched low, its wings unfurling slightly as Neteyam sit on its back with practiced ease. He glanced down at you one last time, his expression calm but intent. “I will see you soon.”

Before you could respond, the ikran let out a piercing screech and leapt into the air, its powerful wings slicing through the night as it ascended. You craned your neck to watch as they disappeared into the sky, the faint glow of the ikran’s patterns fading into the distance.

The team watched in awe as Neteyam and his ikran took to the skies, disappearing into the night. You stood there, your heart full, as the wind from the ikran’s wings stirred the air around you.

“Okay,” Kate said after a moment, breaking the silence. “That was the coolest—and scariest—thing I’ve ever seen.”

Brian shook his head, still staring after the ikran. “I can’t believe it actually chirped at her. Like a giant... bird-cat-thing.”

Norm chuckled, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got a way with animals,” he said, his tone light. “Or maybe just with Neteyam.”

A quiet warmth spread through your chest, a mix of gratitude and something deeper you didn’t dare name. He was doing this for you—no, for the team, for the research. But still, the thought lingered, leaving your heart full and your mind spinning as you turned back toward the outpost.

Part 12: Soon

#avatar 2022 #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #james cameron avatar #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you

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finickyfelix · 2 days ago

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Seven Line Tags:

I have let so many various seven line tags pile up, so let's try to get several down in one go. This week I was tagged in a Seven Sentence Sunday tag by @the-golden-comet and a Heads Up Seven Up tag by @melpomene-grey, and last week I was tagged in Seven Sentence Sunday tags by @theink-stainedfolk and @drchenquill. Thanks for the tags, everyone! I'm sure I have even more from before then as well, but I'm not scrolling back that far.

I can't show most of my most interesting recent writing due to everything cool being a spoiler, but here, have the last seven sentences I wrote, they're not too spoilery.

The day had been unimaginably long for your short life, the events of many days crammed into the span of one.

For a while you simply lay there in the dark, mind swimming with thoughts you couldn't articulate, still holding in your arms the man who had done so much to you. His breathing was even, quiet, strangely peaceful. You couldn't see his face in the dark, but you imagined it, as calm and as peaceful as his breathing. You had seen him calm many times, the majority of the times you'd seen him in fact, but never peaceful. You didn't think that he was capable of being at peace, especially after what you'd learned today. He probably wasn't at peace now, either, just so deeply asleep and exhausted that his slow breathing crudely mimicked peacefulness.

Tagging my tag list, who are below the cut, as well as open tag for anyone else who wants to show me seven sentences!

Hello tag list! Sorry for probably tagging you all too much recently; please remember you can always ask to be removed at any time and I will not have any hard feelings over it. @the-letterbox-archives, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @the-scaredy-crow, @tragedycoded, @drchenquill*, @fifis-corner, @melpomene-grey*, and @cedar-sunshine

(* you don't have to do it, since you tagged me.)

As always, please let me know if you'd like to be added to or removed from my tag list. Especially please ask if you'd like to be removed; I am so scared of annoying people.

#this part is where i realized just how much of the last couple of chapters took place in one day #seven sentence sunday #heads up seven up #my writing #wip: faded daisy #character: nameless #character: dr. tievis

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echoingbirdsofprey · 1 day ago

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Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

25 - Middle Of A Memory

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens

Rating: EXPLICIT (MDNI!)

Warnings: SMUT, truck smut hahaha, protected!piv, dirty talkin' Tyler, almost getting caught, then sad, sorry, mentions of injury (Tyler's)

A/N: Did you think I was gonna leave you hanging with the other two stories? Nah. These are still going to get updated! Delicate will be tomorrow or Thursday and a new chapter for the crossover this week too! These are flashbacks from their rodeo days! And why Georgia left him. I almost thought about writing a prequel for this story, but I'm not that's too many WIPs to have hahaha. As always reblogs, comments, and likes are very appreciated! I love all y'alls feedback! Please enjoy this one, I had fun with it even though it's a little sad at the end!

Tags: @mrsevans90 @djs8891 @gpsmississippihippie @barnesboo1967 @dizzybee03

“Hey, Arkansas.” Tyler heard the barrel racer’s pretty chime of a voice and he thought he might melt. God, he loved when she called him that.

“Yeah, Peach?” He sauntered over to her, a slight limp in his step. She watched him with concern, but then as he neared, and his hands wrapped around her waist, all the worry left her and she melted into him.

“I’d like to celebrate your win.” Georgia said, snaking her hands around the back of his neck. His lids lowered and he smirked.

“And how would you like to do that? I mean we’ve got beer in the trailer, unless you want a lil’ summin’ stronger?” Tyler asked, pushing her up against his truck. It was a huge, ancient square bodied Ford, blue with tan and silver pinstripes along the sides and bed.

“Maybe a shot of somethin’ stronger and I’ve got a lil’ somethin’ in mind but we have to move the truck.” Georgia said, her voice tipped with a lusty undertone that Tyler definitely noticed. His brows raised and he didn’t know his smirk could get any more mischievous, but it did then. They proceeded to, very quickly, put their gear away, Tyler’s bull riding equipment thrown in the bed of his truck and Georgia’s spurs and her saddles chucked into the tack room of her trailer. They locked up her truck and trailer and then hopped in his truck. Tyler grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from the back seat and handed it to Georgia. As he started the engine, she told him where to go so that they were away from the rodeo grounds and in a quiet area where there shouldn’t have been much traffic. It was a turnoff that she’d seen earlier when they’d pulled in that morning and she’d been thinking about it all day and how it would be a perfect place for a couple to make out with each other.

Tyler pulled the truck over and wedged it as far as he could get it hidden. His heart was absolutely pounding in his chest, knowing exactly what Georgia wanted to do. As he shut the engine off, Georgia opened the bottle of Jack and took a long swig, then handed it to Tyler. He smirked wildly and took a gulp of it, groaning at the burn as it cascaded down his throat. He screwed the cap back on and put it on the dashboard carefully. He hadn’t eaten anything all day so when the whiskey hit, it hit him hard even though it was only a small amount. He felt the world spin and he chuckled as Georgia climbed over the center console and put her legs on either side of his. He pushed the seat back and down as far as possible to give her plenty of room.

“Watch your head, Peach.” He said, reaching up to block her from hitting the back of her head on the roof of the truck. She laughed and leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy and whiskey tainted kiss that hadd Tyler absolutely reeling. His jeans were entirely too tight and he needed them off, now. Georgia could feel him through the denim and it only made her attack his mouth with even more desire. She threaded her fingers through his sandy brown hair and tugged just a little, making Tyler groan in anticipation.

“Tyler...I want you so bad.” Georgia’s voice lowered an octave and Tyler shifted, thrusting his hips up at her. His hands traveled to the hem of her tank top, pulling it up over her head. His eyes got lost for a moment as he took in her gorgeous breasts, spilling out of the top of her bra.

“Fuck, Peach, you’re so hot.” He tipped his head down, pressing careful kisses to the swell of her breasts and biting at her nipples through the fabric. Georgia’s fingers dug into the back of his skull, and his hands cupped one tit and her jaw, steadying her as they exchanged breaths. She reached down between them, undoing her belt first and Tyler did his absolute best to help her drag them down her muscular thighs. Those thighs could end him in a heartbeat. They were thick and strong from years of riding lots of horses and he adored them. Her jeans were deposited on the floor and on their way back up, Tyler’s hands took a hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard, earning a loud moan from her.

She unbuckled his belt then, trying her best to keep her lips on his as she helped free his aching cock. He lifted his hips so that she could slide his jeans and boxers down just enough to expose him. He felt instant relief and sighed as he took her lips with his once again. She hovered over him then, his length just brushing against the wetness between her legs. She’d soaked through her panties.

“Congrats on your big win, Arkansas. Are you ready to accept your prize?” She asked huskily as he popped open the center console. He let loose a nervous laugh as he fumbled for a condom. He knew he had one in there somewhere. She rubbed her cheek against his, awaiting his answer. Her cheeks were such a pretty pink, partially from arousal and partially from how fucking hot it suddenly was inside the cab of the truck. Tyler had begun to sweat and as he found a condom, ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock, he took in the scent of their sex and sweat mingling. It was a musky and heavy scent, tinged with the smell of old leather from their boots and belts that hung in the air and only served to excite them both more. Tyler reached down and pulled her panties to one side and thrust up into her hard. A strangled moan escaped her lips and Tyler grabbed the back of her neck, reeling her back in for a hungry kiss.

“Ride me, Peach, use me to get’chur self off. That’s the only prize I want right now.” His voice was gravelly as one of his hands reached her jaw again, holding her into a hard kiss. His other hand met her lower back, gently guiding her as she began to move up and down his length. She grasped for purchase on his shoulder and let her fingers drop between their bodies, two digits meeting her clit and rubbing rapid circles. They both couldn’t help the noises that came from their mouths, a mix of heavy breaths and low moans, and Tyler couldn't help the words that fell from his lips. “God, Peach, you feel so fuckin’ good. You’re so good at ridin’ me, doin’ such a good job.”

“Ohhh, Tyler, I’m close...fuck I’m sooo close.” Georgia whimpered, her brows knitting. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her orgasm building quickly, the little bit of whiskey now fully fueling her and lighting her body on fire.

“I know, Gee, I know, I can feel it, You feel so...fuckin’ good...Come for me, darlin’.” Tyler choked on his words as he too felt his release. Georgia’s pussy clamped down on him as she lost her rhythm completely and Tyler was done for right then and there. His cock throbbed and he filled the condom. He saw stars and his whole body tensed as he took over for her, guiding her hips through the waves of her finish.

“Tyler, Tyler, yes, Tyler, yes, oh my god.” His name sounded like a prayer and he chuckled hearing the twang in her voice with the way she said his name. He fucking loved it. They both ceased all movements then, Tyler breathing a heavy, shuddering sigh. Georgia’s chest heaved and he enjoyed the view, one of her breasts now halfway out of her bra. Tyler couldn’t help himself as he let his lips drop and sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing her tit to fall completely out. Tyler pulled his lips away and then his laugh bellowed through the cab of the truck. His mouth dropped open, the corners of his lips turned up, his long dimples showing. Georgia giggled softly as her hands met his chest. She let a finger open his shirt just a bit more, playing with the light dusting of hair there.

“Fuck, Gee, that felt...woo...fuckin’ amazin’.” Tyler said softly, his hands squeezing her hips. They’d been so consumed by each other, that they hadn’t seen headlights enter the pull-off. They hadn’t heard anyone get out of the truck and it startled them both when someone knocked on the bed.

“Hey, y’all okay?” They both jumped at the voice. They recognized it.

“Fuck, Tyler!” Georgia squeaked, as he pulled out of her and his jeans up awkwardly as they heard the gravel crunching getting closer. Georgia jumped into the passenger seat and Tyler chucked her jeans at her, which she put on as quickly as she could. She tucked her breasts back into her bra and yanked her tank top back on as the person knocked on Tyler’s window. It was Skylar Steele, a roper from the rodeo.

“Hey, Tyler, everythin’ okay? We saw y’all up’n’scoot and didn’t know if somethin’ was wrong.” He said and Tyler shook his head.

“Nah everythin’s fine. Just went out to grab a bottle of whiskey for my win.” Tyler lied and it made Georgia smirk. Skylar leaned against the truck and waved at her.

“Hey, Georgia. Tyler’s pretty impressive, huh?” He asked and Georgia just smiled and said ‘sure is’ and reached over to run her fingers over Tyler’s cheek.

“Thanks for yur concern, Skylar. We’re all set.” Tyler’s voice got tight and Skylar nodded and wiggle his brows.

“Yup, I see that now. See ya back at the rodeo. Come have some drinks with us if y’all are up to it.” Skylar said as he patted the roof of the truck and then walked back to his truck. Tyler and Georgia waited until he backed out of the pull-off and they both sighed heavily and then laughed.

“Holy shit, Ty.” Georgia leaned back over the center console and kissed him hard, which he graciously accepted.

“That was fuckin’ crazy. We should go back and clean up. I shoved my dick in my pants with the condom still on.” He said and Georgia bit her lip and smirked.

“Did you like your prize?” She asked as she sat back in the seat and he started the truck, adjusting his seat back to where it was drivable. He nodded.

“Best prize ever, Peach.”

🌪️🛻🌪️

One month later.

Tyler was unconscious. He had been for two days. Boone had stayed most of the time, but Georgia had popped in and out as much as she could while taking care of her horses and the girls that she was coaching at that particular rodeo. Boone was quietly sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room when Georgia walked into the room. She frowned and stepped toward the bed, placing her hand over Tyler’s. He didn’t move at all. The whole thing scared the shit out of Georgia. His breathing was the only thing that let her know he was still alive.

Boone stirred, opening his eyes and rubbing his hands over his face. He yawned and smiled at Georgia.

“Hey, Georgia. He’s still not awake. Hasn’t been. They said they had to put him in a medically induced coma so his brain can heal.” Boone explained and tears stung Georgia’s eyes as she glanced from Boone back to Tyler. The cut on his head had been stitched up. Another scar. Just like the ones on his ribs. On his back. Across his collarbone. His hips. His knees. He was a fucking mess. But she loved him all the same.

“Do they know how long?” She asked quietly and Boone shook his head.

“He’s in pretty bad shape. Pelvis is fractured too. And one of his knees is broke. They said he’s gonna need surgery for both and then it’s gonna be a long recovery.” Boone stood and he placed his hands gently on the bed next to Tyler. Georgia shook her head.

“Boone...I...what do I do? I can’t stay.” She said and Boone’s brow furrowed.

“Whatdoya mean? He’s your boyfriend.” Boone took a breath and it hitched as his stare grew hard. Georgia shook her head in disbelief.

“I can't give up everything for him right now. My whole career...I’ve been working so hard, I can’t just stop.” She said, tears now staining her cheeks as she backed away from the bed a step. She put her hand over her mouth and her jaw worked hard.

“No...you can’t. I get it. So go do what you need to do and then come back. But promise me you’ll come back...for him?” Boone’s brow knit as his gaze settled on the barrel racer. She stepped back over to Tyler and placed a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll come back. I just don’t know when.” She said, wiping her tears. She wanted to stay longer but the next rodeo was hours away and she had to get on the road. She walked around the bed and Boone pulled her into a tight hug.

“As long as he knows you’re gonna come back.” Boone said into her shoulder and then Georgia pulled away.

“Can you just let me know how he is?” She asked and Boone nodded.

“Course. Good luck.” Boone said his tone solemn.

As Georgia walked down the hall, a sense of dread filled her and she glanced back toward Tyler’s room. In that moment, knowing how much she loved him and how much he loved her, she knew she wanted to return, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she might not.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, with everything that had just happened before she met Tyler...she knew she couldn’t. What if she lost him too? She couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else so soon after her father. She had just gotten to a good place, where she felt like she should go on. How could she risk that and come back to Tyler being crippled? What if he couldn;t rodeo anymore after this? What if this was the one that did him in? What if he had so much brain damage that he didn’t remember her?

As she continued down the hallway, all of her thoughts terrified her. She couldn’t think of any of it. She left the hospital composed, but as soon as she was safe in her truck, she broke down. Sobbing uncontrollably, she sat there for what felt like hours before she could finally gather herself enough to head back to the rodeo grounds. She’d need to gather up all of her gear and horses from the stalls by herself. She was going to miss having Tyler around. She was going to miss waking up to him every morning. She was going to miss his kisses and touches and his voice. The feeling of his skin against hers and the sounds he made when he fell apart while he was inside her. She was going to miss everything about him. She was alone again, and that felt awful to her.

It was better to leave now, then get even more attached and get her heart broken all over again. If she did the heart breaking, it wouldn’t be as bad. It wouldn’t sting as much.

A week or so passed, and Georgia hadn’t heard anything from Boone so she went on about her day, getting her horses warmed up for the race that started in about an hour. And that was when she got a text.

Unknown: hey can I call you? Got news about Tyler

She typed back ‘yeah of course’ and waited. Her phone rang almost immediately.

“Hey, it’s Boone.”

“Hey. So you have news?”

“Uh, yeah...so, they did the surgeries. He’s got some screws in his pelvis and a plate in his knee. He had some memory loss...they said it’ll either get better or it won’t.” Boone went quiet on the other end of the line and Georgia hung her head.

“Did he...is he awake now?” She asked and Boone made a small noise.

“He was. He’s back asleep. He’s...he’s in a lot of pain, Georgia...like a lot.”

“Did he ask for me?” She asked, as tears stung her eyes. Boone was silent for a few moments and then he spoke softly.

“Georgia...I’m sorry. He didn’t. He doesn’t even know where he is right now. They had to shackle him to the bed because he was tryin’ to leave. He’s...I don’t know...I think it’s gonna be a long road...the doc said his rodeo career is over...”

Georgia took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I’m sorry, Boone. I love him. I do. But I can’t wait around and hope he remembers me. If he does, have him call me...but I won’t expect it. Just...tell him that I loved him so much and that I’m sorry. I can’t lose someone else. I’m sorry. I’ve lost too much already. It’s better if I walk away now.” Georgia’s voice crackled as she spoke and then she hung up. She stepped down out of the saddle and led Twist back to her trailer. She hugged the mare’s neck and sobbed softly into her mane.

This was the hardest goodbye she’d ever have to say. This was a harder goodbye than her father because at least she knew he was gone forever. Tyler...Tyler would be out there somewhere, with other people at some point, and maybe thinking of her, but maybe not. He would either remember her or he wouldn’t, and she just wasn’t going to take the chance. There were too many parts of her life left up to chance. This was better as a sure thing. Better that she pushed him out of her mind and focused on her career.

Take love out of the equation.

#tyler owens #tyler owens x oc #twisters 2024 #twisters fanfic #tyler owens fic #glen powell

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