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star--stilinski · 4 months ago

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I would absolutely LOVE to request a buzzcut stiles smut omg😭

If you are comfortable and if this is not too much detail could you write something about Stiles being insecure of his buzzcut thinking it makes him unattractive but when he tells his other bsf/reader she’s like flabbergasted and tells him how hot it makes him and it makes him all cocky. Then he’d probably like ask her is she’s serious and when she says yes finally act on his feelings. Maybe soft smut? If that is okay

HALLELUIAH YES GAWDDDD i love this sm omg

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stiles frowns at his reflection. scott is ranting in the school bathroom again, but it's all stuff stiles has already heard before and he's distracted anyway. he runs an absent hand over his short hair before following a still-rambling scott out of the bathroom and down the hall.

it's been getting on his nerves lately, how slow his hair is growing. he thought it was pretty cool at first, until he was slapped in the face with the reality of his best friend getting girls left and right and leaving stiles completely dry. not that it's scott's fault- he's just easy to get jealous of with this kind of thing.

"dude, are you even listening?" scott abruptly stops and whirls on stiles. "you've been dead silent for, like, three minutes."

"yeah, i heard you. but it's a little hard to care about your girlfriend strife when she actively wants to sleep with you. speaking of,"

allison is leaning against a locker, watching scott with a dreamy look. she waves and smiles softly, leaving scott to return the smile-wave combo with a lot less charisma.

"listen," stiles sighs, trying to keep the bite of envy out of his tone, "you probably just need to talk to her. girls love confidence. just, i dunno," he waves wildly with his hands. "do that."

scott squints at him. "i think that might be the worst advice you've ever given me."

"worse than killing derek?"

"possibly. now, i'm gonna go-" scott throws a look towards allison and swallows thickly, "figure that out. i'll see you."

stiles calls after him; "don't be an idiot! remember i'm living vicariously through you right now!"

once scott and allison are far enough down the hall, he rubs a hand over his hair again and huffs. stupid, stupid freshman stiles and his bad hair decisions.

"you're gonna rub right through your skull."

"GAH!" stiles jumps back from you, snapped out of his spiraling thoughts. you laugh at him behind your hand, looking up through your pretty lashes. "jesus, your footsteps are like feathers. i need to put a bell on you."

that makes you frown, shoulder-checking him as you start walking. "you're just not used to anything other than two-left-feet scott mccall. i have perfectly regular footsteps."

he jogs to catch up with you as you make your way to the school parking lot, eyeing your choice of shorts. your legs being out is a big plus for his racing mind today.

"hey, you busy today? scott ditched me to go play loverbirds and i don't want to do my homework." he hums, pushing one of the heavy doors open and letting you through.

"hmm, that depends, do you have food at your house?"

"not even a little," he smirks at the almost-yes as you both trot through the empty lot towards his jeep. "that's why we're getting drive thru."

"who's paying?"

"who do you think?"

you cheer excitedly as he unlocks the jeep.

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you're sat criss-cross on stiles' bed as he paces, tracking his movement with your eyes. he's on a tangent about scott, actually, and how his decision-making skills are subpar. you're listening intently with a tilted head, watching his hands flex as he talks, and the way his biceps bulge without his flannel on, and how his jawline is so sharp-

"and girls are confusing, y'know? sorry, no offense, it's just-" this catches your attention, making your eyes flit up to his as they dart around the room. "it's just that you're all so... so... what do you guys even want? can't be money, because scott has a girlfriend. can't be personality, because jackson has a girlfriend. definitely can't be looks, because i'm pretty sure greenburg is going out with abby right now."

he sighs and turns on you, taking a dangerous step closer to the bed. his brow is upturned, eyes pleading, lips parted.

"it's this stupid buzzcut, isn't it?"

you blink, just once, before squinting. "what?"

"my hair, it's so-" he pushes a frustrated hand through it, and his jaw clenches. "so not hot."

and when he says it, with his narrowed eyes all sharp and his pink lips pressed together, you think for a moment he must be joking. "...what?"

he turns his glare onto you. "you know what i mean, okay? it's unattractive, it must be. i mean, i go completely unnoticed-"

"wait, you actually mean to tell me you think your buzzcut is ugly?"

stiles huffs, clearly not liking the bluntness of his feelings being laid out. "that it makes me ugly, yeah."

this makes you pause. maybe you're a minority, but when stiles drives his jeep and starts talking fast about something nerdy, you imagine climbing into his lap and making him crash the car. one time you two were arguing while he was in his lacrosse uniform and you genuinely wanted to offer to suck his dick. and even right now, with his too-tight t-shirt and his frustrated face, you want to ask him to take his frustration out on you... in- in a hot way. you may have gone a little far with that one-

"would you stop looking at me like that?" he snips, eyes darting over your whole face and then your body like he's looking for the off switch. you frown up at where he stands.

"like what? i'm just in disbelief."

he rolls his eyes. "like you're gonna tackle me. it's weird, after what i just told you."

"well, maybe i do want to tackle you." oh shit, that was supposed to stay in your head! quick, make it look like it was on purpose! "the buzzcut doesn't make you ugly."

his face screws up in confusion. "well, then, what does it make me?"

"hot."

you both kinda falter, like there's nowhere to go from here. his mouth gapes open and you watch his cheeks grow pinker, much similar to your own. and since you've already dug the hole and he doesn't seem too bothered, you make it an inch or two deeper.

"you're pretty hot, stiles. i mean, you hang around scott and stay in your room, so it's not like you're around enough girls for them to tell you. and you never ask me, so... that's probably why you're unaware."

he gapes at you, a hand going to his hair like it has a whole new purpose to him. "i didn't know asking you was an option...."

"apparently it is." you shrug. your oversized t-shirt and shorts suddenly seem not pretty enough for where this conversation seems to be going, but it's too late to linger on that thought now. anyway, his eyes are on you like sniper lasers... or something... and he takes another step closer to you.

"okay, um... i'm asking you."

you raise your eyebrows. what, he just wants you to lament on how sexy he is? you're not that easy, he's probably going to use that information to chase the skirts of some long, skinny-legged girl at school. besides, there's not even that much to-

"please." he hums.

you swallow, turning your face away from him. "okay, well, you've got the whole secretly smart guy thing going on. and your nose is really nice. mix that with the way your eyes are...-"

"my eyes are what?"

you glance up to glare at his impatience. he tilts his head at you, and you swear you can see a mischievous glint in those stupid, stupid (aggravatingly sexy) eyes. bastard.

"they're, um, provocative. when you're frustrated. or focused." you turn your eyes awayyyy from his reaction, for your own safety. "and your jaw is nice, so. plus your hands-"

"my hands?"

"are you gonna keep interrupting me? 'cause i'll stop." you gripe up at him, but looking back up was a big mistake. his cheeks are tinted pink but his mouth is quirked up into a knowing little smirk, like your embarrassment is suddenly clay for him to play with. yeah, no. you are not getting stuck in this position with stiles. "okay, yeah, that's enough."

"no, nonononono wait." he crosses the rest of the distance to crouch in front of the bed, looking up at you. "i'm sorry. i'm just not used to this. or you, like this." his hand rests atop your knee. "i won't even react. keep going, just a bit?"

you pout and look at his hand as his thumb rubs back and forth on your bare skin. it's warm and relaxing and makes your whole body burn hot when his hand inches up your thigh just barely. you look back up at him, but his face is earnest, promising. you sigh.

"your buzzcut makes you look good."

his eyebrows inch up his forehead.

"really good."

stiles grins.

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you're not really sure if you left stiles' house or escaped it, after that. all you know is that last night did some serious damage to your ego... and some serious maintenance to his. as you leave school, your mind replays the series of events and the blush that has been plaguing your cheeks and making you overheat returns.

dammit! you had to avoid stiles all day because of this stupid embarrassment. which proved difficult, since you guys had plenty of classes together and ate lunch with each other every day since forever. you slap your cheeks as you shoulder your way past the school doors and into the parking lot, glancing over at the field where lacrosse practice is in full swing.

your eyes catch on something odd, and coach's voice fades into the background when the image registers in your mind. stiles is leaning on the fence with his helmet in hand, sweat making his skin glow and a cocky look on his face. he's leaned over the fence, chatting up three soccer girls, who all seem very interested in whatever he's saying.

this, unfortunately, does not make you happy. but alas, what are you going to do? pull him away by the ear and chastise him for... talking to girls? you just wish you hadn't said anything about his stupid buzzcut (which looks unrealistically good with his lacrosse uniform).

all three of the girls throw their heads back laughing. and it's not even, like, pretty girl flirtatious laughter. it's loud, and one of the girls slaps her friend's arm. you want to rip the arm off.

but you keep walking instead, because you decided the bus was too much and walking home was the best option. better than standing in the parking lot, staring like a creep as your best friend (who you want to messy-make-out with) finally gets girls (who you want dead).

this is going to be a pathetic walk home.

you barely get to the end of the parking lot when you hear stiles shout your name as loud as he can.

part of you wants to stomp your feet and cry, or ignore him (as if the echo didn't reverberate off of the school building), or flip him off. like a middle schooler. because right now, you don't want to deal with the humiliation of telling stiles (through mumbles and attitude) how hot he is and how badly you want him to fuck you into his mattress, only for him to use you as matchmaker for hotter, more experienced girls.

but you're not a child, and he's still your best friend. plus, his lacrosse uniform.... yum.

jesus christ, you need a drink. there is no way that thought just consciously happened.

you drag your feet walking back, and the soccer girls skip off with their ponytails swinging. stiles is smiling all big and bright when you finally reach him. you are not smiling at all. "you needed me?"

"yeah, i wanted to know if you were coming over tonight." he stands taller than you, and his buzzcut looks so touchable right now, you want to bend him down to your level and run your fingers through it. you blink up at him as you stare, and the silence stretches. his hand comes up to the back of his neck. "uhh, just 'cause i could help you with the homework we skipped yesterday-" he interrupts himself. "are you okay?"

"i'm fine. for both. the homework and the question." you press your thumb into your palm and turn towards the lacrosse field, away from his searching eyes and worried lips. "see you tomorrow, yeah?"

you start to back away from him when he steps forward, the fence catching him from coming closer to you. "well i just- you should come over. i want you to."

"stiles, i can't wait for lacrosse practice to end-"

"i'll skip. they don't even need me." he clenches his jaw when you look back at him. there's a determination in his eyes you've never seen directed at you, and it makes your stomach flip. you've never fell victim to being his prey before, when he wants something so he gets it. the feeling is unrivaled. his lips part. "please."

you can feel your cheeks flush. why does that always have to work on you?

"okay, alright, no need to beg." you nod your head to his jeep, on the far side of the parking lot. "let's go."

he does a subtle fist pump that he doesn't think you see, and hops the fence to follow you, leaving literally everything in the locker room except his car keys. "how was your day?"

you glance up at him, but only for a second when you see how he's staring. all curious and excited, probably from the attention he was getting from those soccer girls. your lips press together in distaste before you even realize.

"it was fine." you shrug, watching as he gets ahead of you to open the passenger door. "got an A on mrs. martin's project."

stiles hums in approval, which may or may not make your lower stomach fizz with butterflies. then he closes your door and makes the short jog to his side, clambering inside. "good job. you hungry?"

you shake your head as he pulls out of the parking lot, doing your best to ignore the vein in his neck when he looks over his shoulder as he backs out, hand resting on your seat. yeah, you totally don't notice that. "no thanks, i'm okay."

"are you sure? i didn't see you at lunch. or english. or-"

"i wasn't feeling well today."

this shuts him up, but not in a good way. you feel his eyes on you, even as he drives, and it makes you squirm a bit. but he doesn't comment on your icy tone, and you drive the rest of the way in silence.

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in fact, you're silent all the way up to his room, where you toss your bag in the corner and toe your shoes off. stiles huffs out a sigh and scrubs over his buzzcut self-consciously, tracking you with his eyes as you trail aimlessly around his room and admire the things on his walls.

he's been dying to ask it. he has to. the girls on the soccer team said... he squeezes his eyes shut while you're turned away, repeating what they said to him in his head for nth time. just be honest, and confident. that's what you'd want.

stiles takes bold strides across the room right up to you. he gives you enough room to turn around and face him, but not much more.

"hey."

you scrunch your face up just a bit in confusion. "...hi?"

he clears his throat, his jaw flexing on it's own accord. "the...- okay, when you said my buzzcut makes me look really good-"

"stiles," you scoff and push past him, walking to the middle of his room as a means of escape. "i'm not doing this with you."

"no, wait, doing what?" he scurries around you to face you again, holding you lightly by the shoulders. "waitwaitwait. you gotta let me-"

"no. stop." you're embarrassed, he can tell now. the way you turn your face away and narrow your brow, he never knew he'd be able to read you so well. but he's doing it now, and he's not happy with what he's seeing.

"no, you stop. let me ask you what i want to ask, alright?" he huffs through his nose, and watches as you seem to come to attention. it gives him an odd thrill to see you react so readily when he corrects you. "are you gonna listen to me?"

you glare up at him for a second too long before nodding slowly. he nods too, and in a impatient, annoyed tone, he grumbles: "good."

and then stiles watches your eyes flicker as you fluster much more than he expected. he didn't think much of the words when he was saying them, but here you both are, weirdly into it. he blinks hard to clear his head.

"when you said my buzzcut makes me look 'really good'," he repeats, "did you mean really good to you or to other people?"

he feels you shift your weight by the movement of your shoulders. looking away, you hum, "i don't understand why this is important to you."

stiles narrows his eyes. "yes you do. you know you're into me and you just wont say it."

you snap your eyes to his and take a challenging step forward. "who said i'm into you? just because i said you're good looking doesn't mean you get to use me as some matchmaking machine. i won't inflate your ego just so you can hook up with popular girls, stiles. you can't-"

"i'm not asking so you can inflate my ego." stiles takes a step towards you, making you step back. "i'm asking because i want to know if you were serious." another step. "because i want you to think that about me." another step, and your back hits the wall.

you watch, doe eyed, as stiles brings a hand up to push some of your hair away from your face. his eyes meet yours, but dip down when your lips part. he swallows.

"so," stiles hums, towering over you. "were you being serious?"

stiles watches in awe as your pretty mouth forms around his new favorite word.

"yes."

he half expects himself to tear both of your clothes off and go wild. but his body moves on its own accord; taking your face gently in his hands, kissing you like you're made of glass. when you reciprocate eagerly, he feels his pants start to strain. fuck. seriously? can you please pretend you've had at least some action before?

he can't believe he has to talk his dick down when he's kissing you.

pressing you back up against his bedroom wall, he feels goosebumps rise as your nails rake lightly over his buzz, and it makes him hum. stiles gently removes one hand from the curve of your jaw and slides it onto your hip instead. he loves your hips. he loves them even more when his hands are on them, apparently, because the feeling of it is otherworldly.

what's even better, though, is when your tongue collides with his and you let out a small noise. it's high-pitched and whiney, and it almost makes him finish prematurely. he licks eagerly into your mouth to try and draw it out of you again, but you seem to silence yourself from embarrassment. this does not fly with stiles. his knee draws forward and splits your thighs apart, resting in between them, and he moves down to kiss at your neck. he'll make you whine again, he's sure of it.

"wait," you breathe out. he almost doesn't catch it, too busy with the way your skin feel on his lips and how he has you up against his wall, breathless and pliant. but he pulls back (albeit reluctantly) and meets your dazed look with one of his own.

"what? is this okay? do you wanna stop?" he might actually die on the spot if you want to stop. but he'd do it, for you. his hand massages your hip where he's got you gently pinned, and he watches as it visibly makes you sway (swoon, but you'd never admit that).

"no, no. but, your dad-"

"he's out."

"he could get home anytime."

"we can be quick. we don't have to do anything more than this right now."

"stiles," you're laughing at him. it's airy, and mostly just a teasing smile, but you're still laughing at him. "are you just saying that to get me in your bed? i mean..."

your thigh, which is in between his because of his being in between yours, slides up and presses lightly against his hard-on. his jaw goes slack as the unexpected pressure washes pleasure all over his nerves, and his shoulders bend over for a moment as his hips react on their own. he stops himself, thoroughly embarrassed, and glares at you. you giggle behind your hand, raising an eyebrow. "how're you gonna say you don't want anything below the collar with that going on?"

he pushes your thigh away, shaking his head. "i never said i didn't want anything more, i said we don't have to do anything more. plus, you're the one making the noises and touching me and... so, if anything, this isn't even my fault." stiles gestures vaguely to his dick.

"i'm flattered." you deadpan, before your hand trails from his chest to his stomach. he watches in awe, still half disbelieving that he got you here. you hook your fingers into his waistband and look up at him. "promise your dad wont walk in on us?"

"can you not talk about my dad while turning me on?" he groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. "swear on my life, you have nothing to worry about."

you nod and lean back against the wall, tugging him by his pants to meet you there. he follows suit, lining his body against yours as he kisses you, hands on your hips with yours running through his buzz. he captures your lower lip in his teeth and gently as he can, and you make another short, high-pitched noise again. his dick twitches in his pants.

"you wanna, um," you suck in a breath as he kisses your neck, "move to the bed?"

"yes," he sighs, and immediately pulls your hips forward and directs you to his bed. when you drop onto it and scoot back, stiles hesitates. your hair is a bit messy, lips are full, and your eyes have a glint in them he's never seen before. he's assaulted with the thought of you being his wife and having his kids and growing old and dying together, and then he blinks it away. jesus christ, you're a powerful woman.

he wants to do anything to make you look like this all the time. needy, pretty, all your insecurities and doubts kissed right off of your lips, even if it's just for a bit. is this what being horny is going to be like for him now? is he gonna be a sap when you want to fuck?

stiles crawls over you slowly, laying you back against his pillows. you're excited and it shows, and you're both smiling when he kisses you this time.

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he's a mess for days after, head full of the faces you make when he touches you just right, the noises coming from your mouth when you finish. the feeling of skin on skin, the picture perfect look of you wearing his shirt after. it takes scott about two and a half seconds to scrunch up his nose and make a disgusted face at stiles when he starts thinking it. your beauty is just seeping out of him, like he soaked you up and now every werewolf in a one hundred mile radius can smell the lovesick puppy on him.

you want to go on dates, too. real ones, all the time, and you think he's hot and cute and sometimes pretty, which is confusing to him but he likes it anyway. and he wants to save up his money so he can take you to a fancy restaurant. and he is so whipped.

which he's fine with. as long as it's for you. honestly, he's fine with almost anything, as long as it's for you.

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i didn't write smut and i apologize but my writing process is to blackout while my fingers fly across my keyboard like i'm a hacker spy until i come to and there's a story on the screen. so. smut didn't happen naturally so it ain't gonna happen at all, i guess. i dunno. ask writing star, not editing star. sorry i've been so absent, holidays is super busy with extended family and such. wish me luck. xoxo!!!

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BONUS!! stiles asks some poor soccer girls for help before you went to his house after lacrosse practice. the advice is... really somethin'.

"hey, um, lily?" he had to guess the name of the girl jogging past, but he got it right. she stopped and approached him skeptically, glancing at her two friends in front of her.

"yeah?" she threaded her fingers through the fence as he strided the rest of the distance to her. her two friends had begun making their way over as well. she had to squint past the sun as she stared at him. "what's up?"

"hi, hey, we have bio together. fourth period? i've sat behind you all sememster?"

her face showed no recognition.

"...anyway, i have a question. actually, i can ask all three of you. since you're, um, girls."

her two friends had approached at that point, and looked equally as put off by stiles as lily did. he cleared his throat and started on his ramble:

"so, let's say i'm best friends with this girl, and i like her. like, a lot. and she's kinda totally way out of my leauge, but we never talk about it because she doesn't see things like that anyway. and one day i get on a rant about girls and how confusing they are because, y'know," he gestured to his face like it was a tell of itself, "and she says that my biggest insecurity- err, physically- is actually really hot. and she says my hands are sexy. and my eyes are seductive. and she's like, kinda blushing a lot? but she blushes anyway about stuff around me so it doesn't really-"

"she likes you." one of lily's friends piped up behind her. "if that's what you're asking."

"are you sure? i'm not her type, plus-"

"dude," sighed the other one. the three girls shared a look, making stiles gulp. "girls don't call guys' hands sexy unless they're dying to have them in their mouth."

"mazie!" lily whirled around to slap her friend's shoulder, which did absolutely nothing to censor her. when she turned back to stiles, it was apologetically. "sorry, but she's got a point."

he slumped onto the fence in relief. "you think so? i want to put my hands in her mouth, if she's asking for that."

"nice." mazie nodded as the other two girls made noises of disgust. ignoring them, mazie continued. "honestly, she probably likes you but thinks you don't like her. especially if you're chatting up three soccer girls, looking like that."

the only girl stiles hadn't gotten the name of nodded solemly, and lily put her hands on her hips, determined. "okay, skinhead. how're you gonna confess?"

stiles smiles awkwardly. "uh, i'll just tell her when she comes over tonight?"

lily barked out a laugh, and her two friends followed suit. it was loud, like three crows making fun of him while they toss their heads back. it ended abruptly, too, and lily glared daggers at him in the silence. "no, idiot."

stiles whimpered a little "oh."

"girls love confidence." the unnamed girl declared, tilting her head. "when i flirt with girls i always make them like, say how hot i am. always gets them going."

"god," lily scrunched her nose, "are you both ovulating? we do not need to know all of that."

"so... what should i do?" stiles blinked at them, and they refocused their attention on him.

"be confident. be honest. that's always a rare, and hot, trait in a guy." lily said, before her eyes roved over him analytically. "anyway, you're attractive. it'll be fine."

"he's attractive?" the unnamed girl said, making all three of them laugh again. lily slapped her arm, and stiles let himself get distracted as his eye caught on someone walking across the parking lot.

oh, it's you.

his body feels a bit warmer, buzzing with nervous energy, as he shouts your name.

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ariseur · 1 year ago

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ffvii jealousy headcanons 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

✧˖*°࿐ includes cloud strife, zack fair, sephiroth, reno, genesis rhapsodos, and angeal hewley

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just a little something to satisfy you guys while i continue working on my requests!! already did a dmc one so might as well do a ffvii one too lol

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

jealousy (obviously), some possessiveness, intended lowercase, like one bullet point about post-nibelheim sephiroth, just a couple of guys who love the reader??, lmk if i missed anything !! 🎀

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓒LOUD — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ cloud is the type of person who will swear up and down that he doesn’t get jealous, but truth be told, he does. however, he doesn’t recognize it as jealousy at first.

❥ although, he definitely tries to shove his feelings down once he realizes that he’s somewhat upset. cloud won’t upright and confess that he’s jealous or go up to you when he sees someone flirting with you.

❥ cloud’s pretty understanding if you needed space or if you were just talking with someone else, he’s not gonna immediately resort to his insecurity.

❥ but once it’s a reoccurring experience, or if they know what they’re doing— or worse, if they’re actively flirting with you or touching you, then he’ll definitely start to get a little jealous.

❥ instead of actively confronting you or getting up in the flirt’s face, he’ll only watch afar at first. he’ll observe the conversation, the light touches, checking to see if you look uncomfortable or not.

❥ when it begins to become too much though, cloud’ll come up to you, saying something along the lines of how he needs you or needs your help and that it’s so urgent that you have to come with him asap.

❥ if you even insinuate that he got jealous though, he’ll deny it to the moon and back and say that it never happened. he may act like he doesn’t care, but don’t let it fool you. cloud cares about you way too much to let you be slobbered over at a bar by a disrespectful dude.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓩ACK — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i feel like zack’s semi into pda? as long as he’s not around the firsts or anybody important, especially angeal, then he just can’t wait to show you off. he can’t help it, poor boy loves you too much 😭 so because of the somewhat pda, i dont see a lot of people trying to flirt with you— especially knowing that your boyfriends a SOLDIER.

❥ i dont think he’d even notice at first, too busy talking to you to even notice that theres someone who has your attention also. i cant see anybody really trying to flirt with you though, zack’s like that one small dog who keeps yapping at your feet when you get to close to its owner.

❥ zack is very vocal!! if the person interrupts your conversation, he will blatantly call them out on it. he’d narrow his eyes at them and just say, “hello, i was talking to them??” because who interrupts people like that?? plain rude!!

❥ saw this in another post and i totally agree with it, zack’ll joke and joke with underlying messages behind these said ‘jokes’ and definitely has the mindset of, “what can they offer when you have me???” he just doesn’t see how they catch your attention or why they’re talking to you while hes sitting right there??

❥ will bend over backwards just for your attention, he will pout otherwise if he doesn’t get your full undivided attention after his attempts.

❥ will probably annoy the person after you’re gone by either passive-aggressively interrogating them or ranting about how in love he is with you. he’s like the cartoons where they hold their chin in their palm with heart eyes as they look up all dreamy with a giant thought bubble that’s just you. he can’t help it, he just loves you too much (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞!!1!1!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓢EPHIROTH — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ for pre nibelheim (because i miss soft and not crazy sephiroth), i cant see him getting all that much jealous? i guess he’d get more so protective if he sees someone all up on you— but otherwise, he’s pretty laid back about it. he puts a lot of his faith in you entrusting that you won’t break it, so i cant see him going crazy over it.

❥ i think sephiroth’s mature enough to not cause a scene even if he was jealous, though. he wouldn’t be petty or actively try to keep you away from anybody pre nibelheim, although he finds it amusing how they try to flirt with you.

❥ he especially has to have trust in you considering he’s a first class!! unless you are also a SOLDIER or you’re associated with shinra, you guys will spend semi-large gaps of times apart. he doesn’t think you’d betray him like that though, he’s mature enough to have a conversation if he’s really worried.

❥ sephiroth has his moments of insecurity, but usually when he’s off duty— he’ll be with you. i’m just imagining sitting at a bar with sephiroth as he’s literally right beside you while this persons trying to slide up next to you lol. i also don’t think sephiroth gets jealous because he knows his worth and know he can be intimidating when he wants to be!! even just his teasing makes people quiver in their fuckin boots lmao. i doubt anybody would wanna mess with a first class SOLDIER who’s fit and over 5’11” / 180cm.

❥ after they either get intimidated or realize their advances aren’t working and that you’re happily in a relationship with sephiroth and leave, he’ll chuckle to himself as he thinks aloud about how silly it was to even attempt to get with you, knowing who you’re with. on the off chance that he’s feeling a little possessive or something, he’s not one for pda but he might just give you a kiss after they leave and a quick murmur of amusement due to their foolishness.

❥ now!! post-nibelheim!! you’re not even gonna be out of his sight enough to be hit on considering he’s kinda like.. a war criminal in a sense 😭. he’s much more possessive in his little silly criminally existentially crisis insane arc, never letting you leave alone or even go out in public that often. he’s much more obsessed with you after his break, so if he finds someone even making advances on you?? ooh, boy.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓡ENO — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ reno is one weird little dude, let me tell you that. every time i think of reno, i think of a cat. with a suit. suit cat.

❥ reno does get jealous a lot of the time, even if he is usually all up on you anyways. he still is a turk and also has to spend some time away from you, leading to overlapping thoughts of you while he’s away, maybe not even just possessive but also about if something happened to you. nothing could cure these thoughts better than a little phone sex, though.

❥ i’d like to think reno’s into pda as long as he’s not at work, poor rude having to witness wet kisses on your cheek with a lazy arm slung across your shoulder ever day. so i can’t really imagine anybody trying a bunch of stuff with you when usually— reno’s not too far behind.

❥ if reno happens to be not right next to you and he’s just doing his own thing and he happens to GLANCE AT YOU? AND HE SEES SOMEONE HITTING ON YOU?? instant slide next to you.

❥ he’s petty enough to start calling you all these pet names while he’s sitting next to you, wrapping his arm around you while he’s sizing the flirt up. he’ll look them up and down with a hard stare and maybe throw some passive aggressive comments every once in a while.

❥ he’ll probably make them uncomfortable (unless they wanna square up, because knowing reno, he might just charge if the person reciprocates his belligerent comments) so by the time they already leave, reno’s already whining against you as he asks what that was all about, acting all clueless afterwards. but you can tell just from the tone that laces his voice that he knows what he’s doing lol.

❥ he’s just a petty guy, maybe not so much possessive because i mean you can go out wherever you want wearing whatever you want (maybe after a small quickie at home if it’s something revealing), he can fend for you. he swears he’s your knight in shining armor no matter how much he teases you lmfao

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓐NGEAL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ now here’s the real knight in shining armor™!!!! angeal is your savior if you’re ever in an uncomfortable situation, although he doesn’t really get jealous at all— he’s just very observant of you.

❥ angeal has a whole thing about how in a relationship you must have faith and he’s very comfortable with both you and himself. he’s happy in your relationship and he is secure with himself!! if zack ever sees you two together and he’s like “(」°ロ°) 」??”, bombarding him with questions as usual, then i can just see angeal giving zack a talk on how to treat women and the gentleman way of approach— although zack is very respectful, it’s just in angeals nature to lecture.

❥ he won’t think anything of it when someone you know sits with you, you guys usually know each others relatives and friends well enough to trust them. but he’s a little iffy when a random stranger starts chatting you up.

❥ angeal obviously trusts you!! again, unless you’re a SOLDIER (which he wouldn’t prefer only because he worries about your well being), then you guys will have to spend some time apart. he has a lot of faith in you and will always write you when he’s away, letting you know he’s always thinking of you while you’re apart.

❥ if anything, he’ll save you if he notices you’re uncomfortable or something along those lines. he’ll swiftly say he needs your for something and apologizes to the person out of courtesy that he interrupted your guys’ conversation, but oh it’s so urgent, we must retreat!! and i must hold you hand in hand while we run off and do totally boring SOLDIER duties!!

❥ omfg then he pulls you aside and asks if you’re okay and ugh i just want him so bad. like sephiroth, he’ll also explain how foolish it was to even hit on you when you’re clearly happily in a relationship with him. you two’ll walk along back to hq (?) or whatever while you talk about how odd the encounter was.

❥ so in conclusion !! angeal is a gentleman and doesn’t get jealous / protective unless he thinks you’re in trouble or you’re clearly uncomfortable. angeal hewley to the rescue!!!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓖ENESIS — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ this dramatic bitch.

❥ genesis is so petty that he’ll probably consider the possibility that you’re flirting back? and then proceed to ignore you or leaving you off with some esoteric poetry while he tends to his duties. he is first class, after all.

❥ if he’s sitting right next to you though, and he hears that you’re not flirting with them. he’s petty enough like reno where he’ll suddenly be throwing out all these dramatic pet names and throw longing glances towards you, except he won’t even spare a glance towards the other person— simply only paying attention to you.

❥ id consider genesis a jealous person, but i do think that most of it strikes a protective instinct within him. he does understand that he’s also a first class SOLDIER meaning he’ll have to trust you, but he has way too much time on his hands to think. also like angeal where he’ll write you as much as he can— except he’ll send you mindless poems he writes or favored quotes of LOVELESS.

❥ in the case that you leave to go to the bathroom or any sort of occasion, genesis would probably scare the other person or make them feel uncomfortable as well. but when you return and they’re gone, he’ll act so clueless. all, “whatever do you mean, dearest?”

❥ another instance where i don’t think anybody would try anything with you. like angeal and sephiroth, genesis is a first class SOLDIER. everybody knows these dudes are the real shit (well, mainly only sephiroths talked about, but it applies to genesis and angeal too!!) so hes all smug parading you around as he side eyes every person who gawks at you. of course he knows you’re beautiful, but your beauty is too much for these fools to comprehend. so yes, he must glare at every single of them.

❥ and yes, also like his companions, he will jeer and whine about how silly it was to try that with you when you two are alone. i can even see genesis pulling a cloud and just whisking you away claiming you need to do something and then act like nothing happened afterwards. either that, or he’ll overdo it and claim to be your angel— no in between.

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julia4today · 21 days ago

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Fiending for part 2 of shunned 😔

sorry this took so long !!!

shunned (tf141 x fem!reader)

part two | prev part

cw: incorrect military procedure, not proofread

your thick, government-issued, thermals do nothing to protect from the biting cold that seeps through the cracks of the window your shoulder rests against. you're sitting in a kitchen chair. everybody else, asleep. it is your turn to keep watch. the cabin wasn't particularly insulated. years of mold and mildew seeping through the porous floor board can do that.

you can hear the shifting of the men in their sleeping bags. sleepily, moving and chattering to conserve warmth. you had put the fire out before you went to sleep, price had been worried that the smoke would alert people as to your location, but considering how fruitless your watch has been, you highly doubt anybody is looking for you.

your eyes threaten to close, succumbing to the unimaginable exhaustion that plagues you. but- no. you cannot do that because that would mean the team is right. that you, that women, are incapable. you will not be the reason that stereotype is perpetuated so you keep your eyes open. open and alert. scanning for movement. the pillowy white snow upon the ground glimmers in the moonlight. snow that just a couple hours ago was pounding you in the face, causing great pain. it now seems quite harmless. funny how things may change.

the trees are large and imposing, perfect for hiding our "mountain hut" as price aptly named it. you look to the treetops, the sun just barely peeking over the tops. ordinarily, you would all be up, preparing, but today you aren't leaving until you get clearance from base, and you all know how long that takes. the occasional bird sings, coming home to its kin. feeding them chewn and regurgitated worm. gross.

sitting watching a window was not exactly the badass ‘fighter jet top gun’ vision you had of joining the military. but maybe you need to save your home country single-handedly before you are ever taken seriously. how to do that exactly?

it’s nearing six am by this time. the boys are packed up and waiting for the go ahead from base. the green light to move further into the lions den.

this mission was not your first. far from it. whether you were trekking through a jungle or trudging up a mountain, the routine was the same. get the mission, brief it, get deployed, go through hell physically and mentally, come home. repeat.

this time it's recon. reconnaissance. by this time, the country had been strife with war for years. it's a back and forth. they capture hostages, you illegally enter their country and return the hostages to their families. then you capture the hostages. it's exhausting.

"remind me why we don't just call for a ceasefire?" you postulate out loud. no longer turned towards the window, although you may as well be for how often you have to insert yourself into their conversation. never invited on your own.

"too pussy for a little strafing aye?" ghost replied lowly. his voice a deep hum against your ears. he takes a sip from his thermos, presumably filled with tea. you can tell he's got a smug smirk on beneath his signature mask.

"no." you grumble, wishing you hadn't turned away from that window. as much as you would like to claim their comments don't get to you, everybody knows they do. maybe that's why they continue to throw them at you. continue to claw at your brain. attack every insecurity you've had. pretend they don't mean it, butter you up with sexist comments that make your skin crawl.

"ah ken he's messin' wi' ye slug." johnny chimes in as he simultaneously slinks nearer to you. putting his large arm around you and pulling you uncomfortably close to his chest. "'sides. simon leks tae 'ave ye here. we all dey."

“thanks joh-"

"ye a bonnie sight. 'elps me get through ay rough night if ye ken," of course. his obnoxious laugh booms through the cabin. gross.

"men. word from laswell came in. we're being sent back to base." a collective groan escapes the three men that sat at the table. annoyed, although slightly relieved that they finally knew what was going on. all day, with no movement gets a soldier antsy.

"we just spent all of yesterday climbing up that mountain and we're being sent back? why?" kyle finally speaks up. typically quiet. that's something you've observed. well not quiet, just, he doesn't really talk to you. not like he talks to price or simon, even johnny. though you can't help but be slightly grateful. atleast he's not undressing you with his eyes or implying you don't have what it takes.

"our help is no longer required. the hostages were willfully let go. they're going home to their families." and with that price returns to his call.

the men look at eachother, once more leaving you out. this news from price, while seemingly good, it is not. it begs the question, why? unless they're planning something. johnny and gaz break off into their own conversation. and suprisingly, simon turns to you.

" 'appy, slug?" simon spits.

"what? what did i do?"

"i'm sure you're glad. laswell knows well that you weren't ready for a mission like this. this is for real soldiers. not delicate women."

"what the fuck are you even talking about?" what does he mean? is he implying you're at fault for the mission being cancelled.

"price just said the mission was cancelled because they let the hostages go." you add. for some reason you feel the need to justify yourself. you did nothing wrong though. still, you feel attacked. he knows this too. he gets up, doesn't pass you another glance.

this isn't good. just one more night in this cabin hellhole and you can once more request to switch teams.

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i think there’s a literal curse around writing fanfiction that causes my body to want to start attacking itself.

it’s finally out, and it’s absolutely terrible. enjoy!! :P

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drabblesandsnippets · 9 months ago

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Sunshine - Part 1

Hot Bucky Summer 2024 - Week 5

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Plus-size female character (unnamed)

Prompt: “We’re…” | [Friends with Benefits | Exes | Enemies to Lovers] @buckybarnesevents

Summary: (2k) Series Masterlist Ramblings of the first few months of having Bucky as a roommate. In this AU, Bucky owns a photography business.

Warnings: 18+ Only. Slow burn. Grumpy/Sunshine Trope. Happy Bucky (is that a warning?) - he's a photographer in this AU. Female character’s nickname is Sunshine. Mention of anxiety and insecurities - she’s also no-contact with her family (there’s trauma that will be mentioned later in the series). Very brief mention of porn. Brief mention of masturbation.

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The first time she met Bucky, she wasn’t sure what to expect. She was already desperate to find someone after her last roommate had left her in a lurch, suddenly moving out of state. After several weeks of searching, her list of requirements had been narrowed down to two things - pay rent on time, and don’t try to kill her in her sleep.

Through a network of friends and acquaintances, Bucky’s name came up - a previous coworker’s best friend who had been looking for a place and seemed to meet her criteria. She wasn’t exactly excited about living with a man, but Bucky came with great references and bringing his sister to their first meeting definitely earned him points.

Not that she had much of a choice, given her limited options, but she felt fairly confident about Bucky. Even with his overly-positive demeanor and extroverted nature - a glaring contrast to her shy, anxious, introverted personality - they got along almost instantly.

While usually uncomfortable with strangers, Bucky managed to put her at ease, more than happy to keep the conversation going without ever making her feel like she was being put on the spot. Their differences seemed to compliment each other - she’s a homebody and he enjoys going out. They’d rarely cross paths.

It was perfect.

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Two days after Bucky moved in, she woke up to him singing.

To his credit, he didn’t actually wake her up with the singing - it was just a lot to take in at 7 o’clock on a Monday morning. A 30-something year-old-man singing and dancing in her - their - kitchen while he made coffee.

Bucky had every right to be there, but it didn’t stop her from getting secretly irritated. How could he have that much energy so early in the morning? She could barely open her eyes and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. He looked like he was ready to tackle whatever the day brought.

He didn’t even take offense when she couldn’t muster more than a couple words and grunts for responses. He just continued on with his singing, and when she returned from her shower, there was a thermos of coffee waiting for her.

It was unexpected.

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It quickly became a routine for him. Whether he had a late night out, or an early morning himself, Bucky would leave her coffee. And, after the first couple of weeks, it became lunch too.

She wasn’t used to people doing things for her - even her friends knew not to offer because it made her uncomfortable - but no matter how much she tried to resist, Bucky always had an answer.

“I was already fixing some for myself,” he had told her with an easy-going smile. He enjoyed cooking, and this way none of it would go to waste.

Bucky even bought her an insulated bag for the days she had to go into the office, with the explanation, “It was a buy-one-get-one thing.”

If it were any other man, she might think there was some sort of ulterior motive. But, it quickly became clear that this was just who Bucky was. A kind, considerate person who enjoyed life to the fullest and made it his mission to bring as much happiness as possible to the people around him.

It was exhausting.

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It’s not that she wasn’t a happy person. She just enjoyed her quiet solitude after a life of hardship and strife, and sometimes it was hard to watch Bucky be so carefree.

He was close with his family, whereas she had no relationship whatsoever with hers. He spent most nights out with his friends, and even though she had a couple of good friends, it mostly consisted of texts and sporadic get-togethers.

She wasn’t jealous, or complaining about her own life, it was just a lot to take sometimes. Not only Bucky’s constant positivity, but that nothing ever seemed to bother him. When things would go wrong, he refused to let it get to him, instead deciding to see the silver lining in everything.

If he came home drenched because it started raining during his walk, he’d still have a smile on his face. He’d talk about how he loved the smell of the rain, and how much the plants needed it.

A friend canceling at the last minute was just a sign that he was supposed to be doing something else. Like, cook her dinner, or work on his business.

If a client flaked or asked to reschedule a photo shoot, he’d take the opportunity to send them a card or edible arrangement, as if the scheduling conflict was his fault.

When she accidentally spilled a drink on the new rug he bought, he made a joke about finally getting to try out the stain remover tool he bought on a whim.

Nothing seemed to faze him.

It was irritating.

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Bucky’s nickname for her started about a month after he moved in. After an unplanned late night of binge watching a new show together, they both had an early morning. She, of course, woke to him doing his normal song and dance in the kitchen.

Due to no fault of his own, she found it extra frustrating that morning - probably because her period was about to start - and she was unable to hide her mood. When he was nice enough to ask if he could fix her breakfast, all he got in response was a slow blink and a slight shake of her head before she left to take a shower.

Bucky, of course, took it all in stride, finding her hatred of mornings amusing. It made him try even harder to get her to see the beauty in watching the world wake up, much to her chagrin.

And the next morning, she found a new travel mug waiting for her on the counter, the words “Good Morning Sunshine” etched across the front.

Ever since, it’s been nothing but that.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he’d call out as he passed by her closed bedroom door while her alarm blared in her ear. She’d groan and ignore the smile that threatened to grow on her face.

On the mornings he’d be gone before she was awake, he’d come home later with a, “Heya Sunshine, you give anyone hell today?” They both knew that no matter how much people annoyed her, she was too shy and self-conscious to ever tell anyone off, but it still made her laugh and roll her eyes.

Every night would end the same way. Bucky telling her, “Goodnight Sunshine, try not to stay up too late.” She was a night owl and Bucky was a - well, essentially, an every-hour-of-the-day kind of person. No matter what time of day it was, he’d always have the energy to have a good attitude.

It was unnerving.

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After several months of living with Bucky, she still wasn’t used to it, but at least there was no longer any part of her that thought it was an act.

Bucky was genuine, and he was nothing but consistent - not just with how laidback and happy he always was, but as a roommate too. Paying his rent on time. Offering to buy groceries for both of them. Cleaning up after himself (even her, sometimes). Pitching in with the chores. Giving her space.

While she still found herself occasionally irritated by his positive demeanor, she couldn’t deny that it had started to slowly rub off on her.

One morning she found herself humming a song while she was drinking her first cup of coffee, even before her morning shower. She hadn’t even noticed she was doing it until Bucky started humming along with her, and it immediately made her groan, accompanied by an exaggerated eye roll.

“What are you doing to me?”

With a soft laugh and a shake of his head, Bucky told her, “I’m just along for the ride, Sunshine.” As if he wasn’t responsible for making her subconsciously try to see the good in things after a lifetime of waiting for the next shoe to drop.

It was confusing.

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She didn’t really have anything to complain about. She’d spent most of her life with roommates, sharing her space with others - even people she didn’t really get along with - so if her only issue with Bucky was his boundless energy and enthusiasm, she was doing pretty well.

He rarely even had people over, telling her more than once he preferred to go out. It wasn’t immediately clear if he was just telling her that to assuage any guilt she might feel about being uncomfortable with having other people in her home, but it was easy to accept his explanation.

Despite his exuberant personality, it never felt like he was blowing smoke up anyone’s ass. If he didn’t like something, he never seemed to lie about it. He just managed to spin it into a positive, making the other person still feel comfortable with their opinion. He was unlike anyone she’d ever met.

It still took her some time to feel comfortable letting her guard down around him, to really let him see the person she was underneath all the masks she felt like she had to wear with others. There were parts of herself that she still hadn’t been ready to share with him, but she didn’t really mind when he’d stay in to spend the evening with her.

They were friends, and soon the invitations started.

“A few of us are hanging out at Steve’s, wanna come?”

“Heya Sunshine, you feel up to a movie night at Sam’s?”

“We’re doing a casual dinner thing at Nat’s, everyone’s been asking about you.”

She had yet to accept any of the offers, but as the weeks went by, it was hard to pretend she wasn’t at least a little curious. Bucky spent so much time with his friends and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to spend time with him outside of their apartment.

Especially after the things she gleaned about him from his friends, during the brief encounters she’d had when they stopped by. Like when Steve laughed after she made an offhand comment about Bucky never getting mad. “That’s because you’ve never given him a reason to be mad.” She had been hoping for an example, but the conversation got cut short.

There was also that time when Sam made a joke about Bucky’s dating habits. “You go any longer and you’re going to forget how it all works.” From what Bucky had already shared with her, he got out of a relationship last year and now he was more interested in focusing on his friends, his family, and his career.

It wasn’t lost on her how attractive Bucky was, but it also wasn’t something she gave much thought to. They were roommates, and friends, and it would be absurd to think about him in any other way.

Even if she did accidentally overhear him in the shower the other day. She had come home early and just as she walked by the bathroom door, she very clearly heard him moaning. For the briefest of seconds, she had felt frozen in place, but after hearing him again, she quickly went to her room, ignoring her racing heart and flushed skin.

It turned into days of pretending she never heard anything, days of pretending that it didn’t make her think about other things. Like what he had been imagining. Or, what kind of porn he might watch. Or, what kind of lover he’d be.

It was ridiculous.

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Since the moment Bucky met her, he’d felt an undeniable pull. There had been something about her that called out to him. That made him want to get to know her, to help her, to do whatever he could to bring happiness to her life.

Unbeknownst to her, at the time he learned she needed a roommate, he had been crashing in a friend’s spare bedroom for free. There had been no intention to move, but he couldn’t stand the idea of her being stuck with someone that might take advantage of her situation.

Besides, his business had been going well and he could more than afford the rent. It just made sense for him to move in with her.

Bucky knew he wasn’t the perfect roommate by any means, but he did everything he could to make her feel like it was still her home too. There wasn’t anything about her that he wanted to change, he just wanted to bring some positivity to her life.

The coffees, and the lunches, and the dinners were all a part of that. As were the Netflix marathons and late night conversations they started to share. Becoming friends with her had always been a goal of his, and it had never been about more than that.

It never even mattered that he thought she was attractive because he’d never let his eyes linger or his thoughts wander. They were friends, and all he wanted was for her to be a part of his life, including becoming friends with his friends.

Somewhere along the way though, something changed. The attraction he had for her started to grow and he found himself having to resist the urge to smell her hair when they’d sit on the couch to watch TV.

He started having to force himself not to look her way when she forgot her robe and had to rush from the bathroom to her bedroom wrapped in just a towel that barely covered her luscious curves.

The times at night when she’d be alone in her room with music playing, he’d lock himself in his own room and workout, trying not to imagine her touching herself and the sounds she might make.

As hard as Bucky fought it, not wanting to ever do anything to make her feel uncomfortable in her own home, he eventually convinced himself that it would be better to lean into it. To allow himself to think about her, to fantasize about her, as long as he kept his eyes and his hands to himself, he’d eventually get over it and she’d never have to know.

She’d never have to know that he’d spend his walks thinking about what turned her on.

She’d never have to know that he started taking longer showers so he could fantasize about what she might taste like.

She’d never have to know that he ended every night the same way, fucking his hand while he imagined it was her.

It was wishful thinking.

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Writing a "Selfish" Character

Selfishness - means you care and think about yourself and your interests without consideration for the well-being or needs of others.

Though human beings naturally exhibit some selfish behavior, especially during hard times, being self-centered or self-absorbed too often or intensely can become a bad habit that negatively affects your relationships with family members and loved ones.

Signs of a Selfish Person

Recognizing your selfish ways may feel like hard work since it requires self-examination and admission of your behavior without condemnation. Here are some indicators that you might suffer from selfish tendencies:

Need for attention: Because of their fragile egos, selfish people need to be the center of attention. They may act loudly, disruptively, or even aggressively in group situations to keep the attention on them.

Passive aggression: Passive-aggressive behavior means privately criticizing others or attempting to damage their confidence to build up your ego. Passive aggression often stems from deep insecurities that manifest as a need for control.

One-sided relationships: Selfish people will take up a friend’s time when they need to vent emotionally but rarely extend the same courtesy in return. You may have selfish tendencies if you frequently complain about your problems but have trouble listening to others talk about their stressors.

Reject advice: If you’re selfish, you believe that you know everything and your opinion is the only one that matters. Because of this quality, you may have trouble taking advice or direction from others, especially when it runs counter to your ideas.

Trouble compromising: Self-centered people need to be in control at all times to maintain their sense of self, so compromising with others becomes extremely difficult. An inability to compromise in a relationship contributes to conflict.

Inability to admit wrongdoing: Selfish people struggle with acknowledging when they’re wrong. Even if the facts clearly state that you are wrong, you find a way to deny reality and flip it back to the other person.

Effects of Selfishness

Selfishness can have destructive and painful effects on your daily life, including the following:

Conflict in relationships: Because selfish people must protect their fragile egos at all costs, they lash out at any perceived threat, which, because they believe every event is about them, occurs frequently. If you’re self-centered, your relationships will feel fraught with frequent strife and tension.

Inhibits growth: Selfish people have trouble listening or learning from others, making it challenging to grow emotionally or intellectually. When you think you already know everything and are right one hundred percent of the time, you believe you have nothing to learn.

Overly sensitive: When you’re selfish, you feel easily insulted, even when the issue at hand has nothing to do with you. Due to low self-worth, selfish people believe most of the events around them are about them or directly affect them. You may take small slights or insensitive slip-ups from a friend as an intentional attack, blowing the incident out of proportion and damaging the relationship.

Self-hatred: Self-centered people often suffer from fragile egos and poor relationships with themselves, which manifest as a highly critical voice in their heads, judging them at every turn. To maintain their ego, they act in a superior, self-centered way, which gives them a temporary feeling of value but pushes away the very people with whom they seek to connect.

Some Causes Selfishness

According to mental health experts, selfishness stems from genetic predispositions and behavior learned during childhood development from family members.

Mental health issues such as Narcissistic Personality Disorder, depression, and anxiety can lead to selfishness.

Growing up in a home where caretakers did not model the skills required to develop healthy relationships with others can also lead to selfishness.

How to Stop Being Selfish

If you suspect you might be selfish and want to change your ways, try one or all of these helpful tools and see for yourself if your relationships improve:

Be a better listener. Non-selfish people have well-developed listening skills and engage with others in a compassionate, open way. Active listening means paying attention to the person speaking without interrupting, making eye contact, nodding, and asking follow-up questions to send the message you hear and understand.

Challenge your biases. If you find yourself frequently offended by what other people say or do, take the time to examine your biases before reacting. You might ask yourself if the person is having a bad day or if your perception of their tone is inaccurate. “Self-awareness involves the idea that you can look at yourself and how you are acting and reacting in relationships,” Psychotherapist Esther Perel says. “Watch out not to fall into the trap of constricting narratives about yourselves, about your relationships, about others, that don’t allow you for actual relational self-awareness.”

Commit yourself to selfless acts. Selfless acts mean you do nice things for someone else without expecting anything in return. Helping others through volunteering, caregiving, or donating money to charity will help build your self-esteem and improve how you view yourself and others.

Learn to compromise. Learning to incorporate the opinions of others and let go of what you want as an individual for the good of the group will teach you about the value of community. Compromise might include taking advice, seeing things from another perspective, and learning to think critically while setting aside your emotions.

Let others make decisions. Instead of trying to control every aspect of your relationships, such as what you do for fun or where you’re going for lunch, let others make decisions. Trusting others in decision-making develops trust and better relationships.

Practice empathetic visualization. If you don’t understand another person’s behavior, try putting yourself in their shoes by imagining what they might feel in a particular situation before reacting. Problems are rarely black and white, and imagining how others feel will make you more compassionate and empathetic in your relationships. “When we get stuck into too much thinking about ourselves,” Esther says, “it sometimes can stand in the way of our ability to think and understand others.”

Show interest in and celebrate others. If you’re used to making yourself the center of attention, try shining that light on someone else for a change. Giving compliments, celebrating achievements, or asking friends, family, or coworkers questions about their lives helps develop trust and mutual admiration.

How to Deal With Selfish People

Selfish people can drain your energy and your patience. If you find yourself forced to deal with a self-centered person, try one of these tips:

Avoid people-pleasing behavior. People-pleasers are easy targets for attention-seeking behavior. If you are a people-pleaser, selfish people may take advantage of your tendency to put others first. Consider your role in the dynamic if you find yourself constantly attracting self-centered people.

Limit interactions. If the selfish person is a coworker or family member who you can’t avoid altogether, limit your interactions and set boundaries. You might restrict telephone conversations and outings to a timed length or create a “time out” agreement to prevent outbursts.

Make new friends. Find friends who reflect the values you admire and engage in activities that make you feel safe and nourished. Volunteering, hobbies, sports, and outdoor activities are great ways to recharge and meet like-minded people.

When it gets too bad, cut ties. Spending too much time with selfish people can damage your self-esteem and drain your energy. If your relationship with a selfish person severely impacts your quality of life, it may be time to let go of the relationship.

Selfishness vs. Self-Care

Self-care means recognizing your limitations and caring enough about yourself to meet your needs. While selfishness can cause real damage to you and others, self-care has the opposite effect. The critical differences between self-care and selfishness include the following:

Selfishness diminishes energy, while self-care replenishes. Selfish behavior harms the perpetrator and everyone around them, robbing all involved of their self-worth and compassion. Self-care is a healthy behavior that replenishes your energy so that you can be present in your relationships.

Selfishness isolates, while self-care connects. Unless they suffer from people-pleasing behaviors, most healthy individuals recognize and naturally try to avoid selfish people. Self-centered people isolate themselves through their behavior and have trouble recognizing why. People who practice self-care understand that everyone has their limits, makes mistakes, and needs a break sometimes and can extend that self-compassion to others.

Selfishness saps self-esteem, while self-care builds it. Selfish behavior stems from a poor vision of one’s self which self-perpetuates, meaning the more you practice selfish behavior, the worse your self-esteem becomes. Restoring your physical and mental health helps you build self-esteem and increases the likelihood of expressing compassion for others.

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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 months ago

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Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #7

Genesis: SEPHIROTH, STOP MEOWING AT ME.

Kunsel: Any loser twink can be a fem-boy, but it takes a real badass to be a fem-man.

Sephiroth: Did I "yee-haw" with joy, or did it convey depression?

Zack, holding up Cloud: BEHOLD.

Sephiroth, stealing a fry from Angeal's plate: A most generous offering. You will be spared. Angeal: FROM? Sephiroth: You will be spared.

Genesis, wearing sunglasses and holding a cappuccino: So there I was, gelato on my breasts—

Cloud: Aww, that's such a cute Halloween decoration. *pointing at Genesis sobbing in the corner*

Angeal: Who put a hotdog in the candy bowl?? Zack, in the background: Halloweenie.

Sephiroth: I could've sworn "motherfucker" was a compliment.

Angeal: IF YOU EAT THAT WEEK-OLD SUSHI PLATTER, YOUR INTESTINES WILL BECOME RADIOACTIVE.

Sephiroth: Zack, can I enjoy this steak dinner without you explaining A/B/O to me?

Lazard: I think we ALL need to beat our fathers with shovels, Sephiroth, you're not special.

Zack: NO! THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BANANA!

Genesis: He manspreads to assert dominance, I manspread to create a barrier between myself and heteronormativity. We are not the same.

Sephiroth: I just sent Angeal an email describing my feelings for him. If he doesn't reply, I'll show up at his apartment and superglue myself to the door.

Zack: Give me a pen, paper, and three Adderall, and I'll write something better than Loveless in one hour.

Kunsel: Everyone is subjected to failure, but at least I'm not Roche, who thought the plural of ninja was ninji.

Sephiroth: I have exactly three crayons on my person right now, and they're all stolen from Zack.

Angeal, chewing with his mouth full: Don't make psycho-sexual comments in front of my cheeseburger.

Zack, narrating what he's seeing: 🎶 Look at Angeal 🎶 beating Sephiroth with a frozen chicken because he forgot to take it out the freezer. 🎶

Sephiroth: Please refrain from analyzing my deep-seated fear of abandonment linked to my mother's absence and its impact on my emotional regulation, it's seven in the morning and I still haven't had coffee.

Cloud: I'm about two mental breakdowns away from resorting to gang affiliation.

Genesis: COUNTER SPELL! *flicks his wrist* TRAUMA!

Roche: I often have nightmares about Sephiroth attacking me with a spork.

Sephiroth, in the presence of a spider: I feel anti-at peace.

Zack: Dear diary, today I committed tax evasion, and felt great. Tomorrow I'll try embezzlement and eventually vandalism!

Sephiroth: Can you read this death threat note and check if my handwriting is recognizable?

Zack and Genesis: *Loudly arguing over who gets to be the ring bearer at Sephiroth and Angeal's wedding*

Angeal, laying on the floor: Good luck trying to find my will to live, gang.

Genesis: I'm flashing you a tit to maintain our friendship.

Sephiroth: If I had a gil for every time someone compared me to a cat, I'd have enough to purchase that expensive human cat bed that has been on my wishlist for ages.

Roche: Is my discount wig a joke to you, Zackary?

Cloud, placing an "I miss you" letter from his mother in Sephiroth's line of view: Yeah, that's right. Fuck you.

Lazard: Someone pinned a death threat on my office door written in glitter gel pen.

Genesis, flirting: I own an air-fryer.

Angeal: T-shirt that says "I survived Zack's power point presentation on aliens that included a photo of Sephiroth on the fourth slide"

Roche: Cloud Strife's evil twin…Grass Peace.

Sephiroth: *Showing Zack pictures of baby cows while Zack sobs into his burger*

Genesis: PUT. MASAMUNE. DOWN. No one is stealing your crayons.

Sephiroth: Genesis, I feel inspired to compliment your ass.

Lazard: Take a good, hard look at Sephiroth wearing flip-flops and tell me I shouldn't be stressed.

Sephiroth: A most efficient weapon to add to my arsenal *wielding an entire streetlamp*

Zack, talking to Angeal: My insecure trooper and faceless info guy, versus your 6'7 cat and walking red flag.

Kunsel: Is the cure to male loneliness *incomprehensible screeching* ?

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #crisis core #ff7 crisis core #incorrect quotes #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #cloud strife #kunsel ff7 #lazard deusericus

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princessbrunette · 11 months ago

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would bountyhunter!rafe ever comfort you when you’re crying about missing home?

i feel like he’d be weirded out the first couple times but eventually it’d be normal for you to fall asleep in his arms

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yeah, he acts all reluctant about it but he’s not totally emotionless or anything. there is a weight of guilt on his chest when he sees you all curled up by the window at the shitty little motel the two of you were holed up in. he’d been out to get a bottle of whisky — treating himself after all the strife he’d been putting himself through with this whole bounty hunting thing.

as soon as he arrives back into the room you jump up, like you’re scared of being caught crying. quickly, you paw at your eyes — sniffing up as much snot as you can as you face him nervously, swaying on your feet with wide eyes like you were expecting him to be furious with you. he slows his pace, eyeing you over.

“you were crying?” he asks as if it’s not obvious and you look away, swiping beneath your eye once more.

“jus’ had something in my eye.” you croak, heart pounding with the realisation that lying might just get you in more trouble. “dont be mad.” you utter quietly like a prayer.

“i’m not—” he realises he projected his voice just a tad too loud because you tense up, and he sighs— pushing his floppy hair out of his face. “i’m not mad. i just want to know why. was — was it me? did i say some dumb shit?” he approaches you carefully, holding his hands up when you cower slightly to show he comes in peace.

“no.” you shake your head quickly. the last thing you wanted to do was accuse him of anything, grateful of the fact he’d somewhat treated you fairly despite being the one to steal you from your land. “i… i feel homesick. i miss my father… and i miss the barn, and my sheep, and all my chickens. i miss my horse and the cows. i’m so far from home.” you stare out the window, fat droplets wobbling on the precipice of your eye.

rafe sighs, scratching at his cheek awkwardly — unsure of what he’s supposed to say. after all you were homesick because of him. he wasn’t supposed to like you, nor were you particularly supposed to like him — but there had been moments of comfort you’d found in eachother, oddly enough — and now he had really grown attached to you, debating marrying you to keep you for himself.

“yeah…” he drawls, nodding and staring at the back of you for a moment as he perches on the edge of the bed. “shit, look— c’mere.” he beckons, and you do so. you suppose you’re just being obedient to stay out of trouble, but it was undeniable that you craved his comfort. craved him.

he pulls you to sit on his leg, a hand supporting your back. “suppose i should apologise for all… this. i— i didn’t wanna have to take anyone okay it’s… its just my dad is a very powerful man. my whole life i’ve been second best to my sister and… i wanted to show him that i could do what he does. now i’ve done the job and — and it has these real life consequences and i don’t enjoy that trust me, but… what’s done is done. i’ve got you now. i… will get you a new barn. a better one. with more sheep and cows and shit. alright?”

maybe you were too empathetic, because in that moment for the first time you felt kind of sorry for rafe. he wasn’t as big and scary as he usually was. he actually seemed kind of lonely, and insecure. it wouldn’t undo the hurt he’s caused, the fact that it was very unlikely you’d see your father again — but it brought you some comfort to know you were hurting together. you sniffle, nodding in understanding and he sighs again, pulling you into him. “c’mon. stop that.” he jogs his leg a little, comforting you like you were a baby, the only way he knew how.

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#monkichixo #bountyhunter!rafe #rafe cameron prompt #probably not the sexy version of him you were all hoping for but hey #i like building his lore ^_^

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eddiesgmcsierra1500denali · 3 months ago

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now im curious, as someone who ships them what are things you think they'd need to overcome?

so i don't have anything that i think for sure they'll have to deal with because i simply do not know what is happening. but i can think of some potential stories + facets of Them that could be the underlying cause of strife in their dynamic. this is so long sorry in advance

classic workplace relationship stuff. like ok they practically have to do secret relationship hijinks which is Funny. however maybe they're keeping it a secret to avoid one of them having to transfer (as much as i love fujo bobby). alternatively maybe fujo bobby lets them stay together but after they get together their easy acceptance of the risks they take doesn't feel so easy anymore. i actually think it would be CRAZYYYY good if they turned the classic assumption on its head and it's BUCK who's anxious about things happening to eddie (given their history and the way buck has responded in the past this makes sense 2 me but whatever the specifics don't matter). omg maybe one of them passes on some kind of promotion or opportunity without talking about it because whatever bathena is made of buddie is the same idk. maybe their relationship just gets in the way of them doing their job somehow in ways i cannot currently envision.

obviouslyyyyy chris is something they'll have to think about. and parenting in general. theoretically chris could respond badly to them dating but that would be lame. i'm way more interested in seeing them try to navigate defining buck's role in chris's life and having inevitable problems rise out of that despite all three of them feeling positively about the change. buck has been a father figure for most of chris's life but he does not actually parent him. chris's abandonment issues are tied pretty specifically to shannon leaving him and his dad ... how do buck and eddie get through buck and CHRIS having actual issues for the first time possibly ever??? is buck even confident about taking on the actual parent role? is eddie actually ready for his family dynamic (which has been him and chris against the world for like, a decade) to change in a formal way? it's easy when they're best friends but that's because eddie doesn't see them as a real family unit, which comes with certain obligations and expectations. he's not thinking about those right now but he tends to struggle a lot and over-correct when he does have to take them into account and i don't think buck would know what to do with that, especially given his. ummm. insecurities.

kind of in the same vein but like they will have to think about the future. at some point. i get the sense that neither of them have thought about what they want (ACTUALLY want) their lives to look like in a concrete way beyond just "i am happy and loved and not dead and chris is happy" for a myriad of reasons. kind of in the same vein as above—do they want more kids? me personally i am enamored by the idea that. well eddie loves being a father. buck loves children but he has never thought of himself as a father or gotten close to being one. i would LOVEEEE to see him grapple with anxiety over this now that he's with someone he might actually have kids with. marriage? eddie has a lot of hangups around his being a bad husband. this is actually the thing he was worried about when shannon told him she was pregnant—he didn't know if he could be a good husband. is that something he's dealt with? buck knows eddie's baggage around this is complicated and he's also very aware of his own impulsive history. this show is basically fanfiction so i can see them wondering in turn if their relationship is going at the Correct Pace and hitting the Correct Milestones but not like. talking about it. careers? with the caveat that this is tv so they play fast and loose with policy. if they want to keep working together they may need to forego promotion. alternatively what if one of them gets a job offer elsewhere (that they obviously won't take because neither of them will ever leave LA) ... are they willing to make that move? etc. etc.

their families may have opinions. about their relationship. which hasn't been an issue thus far for either of them but well they are soulmates so the evil buckleys and evil diazes have the potential to cause problems in some way. (pretty much all the other couples have had in-law issues or non-issues at some point soooooo).

in general, both buck and eddie let their own wants take the backseat and are not particularly forthcoming communicators (although they're better about it with each other than they are in their actual relationships and i imagine they will continue to be way better about it). buck tends to be a passive people-pleasing partner, and eddie is far more decisive and willing to steer a relationship—it's just that he doesn't tend to operate off of his actual desires, just his fabricated internal compass. i think it would be interesting if they bumped up against each other in this way somehow because being together has caused a blind spot to develop where they used to be able to read and evaluate each other with a lot of clarity BUT because it's Them and they know each other they can actually work through it... whatever it is... and GROW. i just think that given that these tendencies are pretty much what led to the failure of all their other relationships it would be good to address them and show. that they are not only soulmates but working to build something that lasts.

#asks #WEOWWWWWWW THIS REALLY IS SO LONG #SORRY I RAMBLED SO MUCH!!!!!!! HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR.#911 txt #*

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earthlybeam · 3 months ago

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May I have Elrond reacting to a reader who is stronger at healing than him? Maybe no one knew until one day Elrond found out himself? How will he react when he finds out?

Thank you very much!

p.s. I love Elrond a little too much... 🥰

I love Elrond too much to so we twins 🥰❤️‍🔥🫶

How would Elrond react upon discovering that the reader/you possesses stronger healing abilities than he does?

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Elrond reaction below.

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✶ The Beginnings Discovery he would be Astonishment as Elrond has long carried the reputation of being one of the finest healers in Middle-earth, revered even by other elves and men for his unmatched knowledge and skill. When he witnesses you performing a feat of healing far beyond his own capability—perhaps reviving someone from the brink of death or mending wounds he had deemed untreatable—he is struck silent. His sharp, analytical mind races, but for a moment, he can only stare in awe, unprepared for such a revelation.

✶ Awe and Reverence As the shock fades, Elrond’s reverence for your abilities takes over. Healing is not merely a skill to him; it is sacred, a gift tied deeply to the wisdom and grace of the Valar. He sees your gift as something extraordinary, perhaps even divinely ordained, and it fills him with quiet wonder. He would speak to you softly, his words laced with genuine respect, saying something like, “You possess a gift far greater than my own. I marvel at the light within you.”

✶ Humility Though many would feel jealousy or pride upon being surpassed, Elrond is far too wise and grounded for such feelings. Instead, he humbly acknowledges your superiority, perhaps even bowing his head in respect. To him, this is not a competition but a shared calling to serve others. He might add, “There is much I can learn from you, if you are willing to share your wisdom.”

✶ Curiosity and Inquiry as Elrond’s keen intellect would immediately drive him to understand your abilities. He would gently, yet eagerly, ask how you came to be so skilled—whether it is through years of training, an innate gift, or something else entirely. His questions would be thoughtful and precise, showing his genuine desire to deepen his understanding, not just of your methods, but of you as a person.

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Emotional Reactions

✶ Pride If you share a close relationship with Elrond—whether as a student, a dear friend, or a romantic partner—his pride in you would shine through. Far from feeling diminished, he would take joy in your achievements, marveling at how your gift could change lives across Middle-earth. He might say something like, “To know that such skill lies in the hands of one I care for… it is a comfort beyond words.”

✶ The discovery of your superior abilities might prompt Elrond to look inward. He would reflect on his own years of practice and the paths he took to master healing. However, this reflection would not be rooted in insecurity. Instead, it would ignite a desire to continue growing, to refine his craft further, inspired by your example.

✶ Relief as the responsibilities of being one of the greatest healers are immense, especially during times of war and strife. Knowing that you, someone he deeply trusts, can share that burden might bring Elrond a profound sense of relief. He would be comforted by the thought that, in times of crisis, there is another who can shoulder the weight of life and death alongside him.

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Practical Reactions

✶ Proposal to Collaborate Ever the strategist and diplomat, Elrond would quickly recognize the value of joining forces. He might suggest that you work together in Rivendell’s healing halls, or perhaps travel to areas of great need as a team. His words would carry genuine enthusiasm: “With our combined skill, there is little we cannot mend. Let us work as one, for the sake of those who look to us for aid.”

✶ Invitation to Teach While he is a master of healing himself, Elrond would have no qualms about asking you to teach him. His request would be humble and sincere, driven by a desire to better serve the people of Middle-earth. He might observe your techniques closely, striving to integrate them with his own. In time, this mutual learning could create a bond of deep trust and respect between you.

✶ Secrecy and Protection If your abilities are truly extraordinary—perhaps bordering on miraculous—Elrond might grow concerned about the attention they could draw. He would gently advise caution, knowing that some might seek to exploit or harm you for your gift. His tone would be protective but not controlling: “The world is both wondrous and perilous, and your gift is a light some may seek to dim. Let us guard it wisely.”

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How He Treats You Afterward

✶ Elrond’s admiration for you would deepen immeasurably. Where he once saw you as skilled, he now views you as extraordinary, perhaps even a figure of legend. This heightened respect would show in subtle ways: a softer tone when addressing you, a thoughtful gaze as you work, and a willingness to defer to your judgment in matters of healing.

✶ Deference in Healing Matters In situations of illness or injury, Elrond would no longer automatically take the lead. Instead, he would step back and allow you to guide the treatment, confident in your ability to handle even the most difficult cases. This deference would not stem from insecurity but from trust and respect.

✶ Shared Responsibility as Elrond would begin to see you as an equal partner in the realm of healing. The weight of caring for Middle-earth’s people is a heavy one, but with you by his side, he would feel the burden lighten. He might even confide in you more deeply about the struggles and responsibilities he has faced, knowing that you understand them better than most.

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Personal Reactions if Romantic Involvement Exists

✶ Deeper Bond If you share a romantic connection with Elrond, this revelation would only strengthen it. He would see your gift as something that complements his own, a testament to the harmony between you. He might hold you close after a particularly difficult healing session, murmuring words of gratitude for your presence in his life.

✶ Protective Instinct Though he respects your independence, Elrond’s protective nature would intensify. He would worry for your safety, knowing how valuable—and vulnerable—your gift makes you. His concern would manifest in subtle ways: a watchful gaze, quiet reminders to rest, or an offer to accompany you on dangerous journeys.

✶ Elrond’s gratitude for your abilities would be expressed in tender, meaningful gestures. After a miraculous healing, he might take your hands in his, his voice filled with emotion as he thanks you. If you’re alone, he might even brush a kiss against your forehead, a silent acknowledgment of the extraordinary bond you share.

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Long-Term Reactions:

✶ Counsel and Guidance Over time, Elrond would come to see you as a trusted advisor in all matters related to healing. He would seek your counsel on difficult cases, valuing your insight and perspective. This dynamic would further cement the mutual respect between you.

✶ Integration into Rivendell’s Healing Practices as Elrond would invite you to take a permanent role in Rivendell’s healing halls, knowing that your presence would elevate the standard of care offered there. He might even suggest training others together, ensuring that your knowledge is passed down to future generations.

✶ Respectful Rivalry While not competitive, Elrond might find himself quietly motivated by your abilities. This respectful rivalry would inspire him to push his own limits, striving to match your brilliance. In turn, you might find yourself equally inspired by his dedication and wisdom.

✶ Legacy Building as Recognizing the significance of your gift, Elrond might suggest documenting your methods and discoveries together. This would not only preserve your knowledge but also ensure that future healers can learn from it. He might say, “Let us leave a legacy that will endure long after we are gone, so that others may follow the path you have illuminated.”

Extra - (learning and teaching moment)

✶ lord Elrond had spent countless years honing his craft, studying the intricacies of the healing arts. His reputation as one of the greatest healers in Middle-earth was well-deserved, but it had also created a certain distance between him and others. Few could truly understand the weight of his responsibilities, or the complexities of the craft he had mastered over centuries. But when he saw you, a healer whose skills surpassed even his own, it was as if the world shifted. He had watched you in action, carefully observing your methods with a sharp, analytical mind. The way you manipulated the energy in the body, the delicate balance of mind and spirit that you wove into every treatment—it was a dance of power and grace that Elrond had never witnessed before. And though it humbled him, it also stirred a sense of admiration deep within him. This was something new, something extraordinary. Something that could change the very way healing was understood.

✶ After that day—the day when he first saw the extent of your abilities—Elrond had found himself unable to think of much else. His mind raced with questions: How did you do it? What was the source of your power? Was it something learned, or had it always been within you? The thought of not understanding your methods gnawed at him, yet he did not feel threatened. Instead, there was a quiet resolve to learn. One evening, when the glow of the setting sun cast warm hues over Rivendell’s healing halls, Elrond sought you out. His steps were purposeful as he moved through the quiet corridors, the soft sound of his boots against the stone echoing in the stillness. When he found you, standing by a table where fresh herbs were being prepared for the evening’s treatments, he took a moment to observe the calm, serene air around you. There was no rush in your movements, no tension in your posture. You were fully immersed in your work, as though the very essence of healing was second nature to you.

✶ “May I speak with you for a moment?” Elrond’s voice was soft, carrying the weight of respect. You turned, a welcoming smile lighting your features. “Of course, my lord,” you replied, your voice calm and kind, though there was no formality in your words. To you, Elrond had always been more than a leader or a revered healer—he was a companion, a trusted presence. Elrond stepped closer, his expression earnest. “I have been thinking,” he began, his tone thoughtful, “about what I witnessed when you healed that wounded soldier last week. It was remarkable, beyond anything I have ever seen.” You blinked, unsure where this conversation might lead, but Elrond continued, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. “I have spent my life learning and perfecting the art of healing, but what I saw in you was something different. Something… deeper. And I find myself with a humble request.”

✶ At his words, your brows furrowed slightly. A request? What could Elrond, with all his wisdom, need from you? Before you could voice your thoughts, Elrond spoke again. “I would like to learn from you,” he said plainly, his voice devoid of pride, only quiet earnestness. “I have seen your methods, your gift, and I believe there is much I can learn from you. It is not often that I seek to learn from others, but I see in you a mastery that I do not possess. Will you teach me?” For a moment, there was silence between you. Elrond, the revered Lord of Rivendell, standing before you as an equal, asking you to teach him. It was both humbling and awe-inspiring. But it also felt like an honor, as though he was placing his trust in you, acknowledging your strength and wisdom in a way few ever did. “I would be honored,” you said after a beat, your voice soft yet firm. “It would be a privilege to share what I know.”

✶ Elrond’s eyes softened, a rare and genuine warmth in his gaze. “I do not expect mastery in a day. But I would like to understand. The techniques you employ, the philosophy that guides you—everything.” And with those words, the bond between you deepened. There was no competition here, no sense of superiority. There was only a shared commitment to healing, to the betterment of Middle-earth and those who walked upon it. It was a collaboration, a union of two healers who each held a unique understanding of the craft.

✶ In the days that followed, Elrond found himself increasingly drawn to the art of healing, captivated by the way you seemed to move with the very rhythm of life itself. As one of the greatest healers in Middle-earth, Elrond had long understood the complexities of the craft—yet with you, he discovered a deeper, more intimate layer that he had never known. The connection between healer and patient was more than physical; it was a bond, a pulse that ran through the very air, and he longed to understand it fully. Watching you work, he saw the fluidity in your movements, the grace in the way you channeled energy through the body, and the reverence with which you tended to the sick and wounded. It was an art unlike any he had known before, and he couldn’t help but be drawn into the quiet power of your touch.

✶ When he asked to join you in the delicate work of healing, it was not just about learning the craft—it was about sharing the experience, understanding the intimacy of your process. He had observed you closely over the past days, but now, as you prepared to heal an injured warrior, Elrond was about to step into a new realm of vulnerability. He would open himself up to the lessons you had to offer, not just as a healer, but as someone who could truly share in this sacred act with you. The patient lay quietly before you, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The room was warm, the soft hum of your whispered incantations mingling with the crackle of the fire. Elrond stood behind you, his presence steady but expectant, and you could feel his gaze fixed on your every movement. Today, it was his turn to learn the art from you, to feel what you felt as you guided the energy through the body.

✶ “Let me show you,” you said softly, your voice steady and calm. There was a warmth in your tone, a quiet confidence that made Elrond’s heart race ever so slightly. He had watched you, admired your skill, but this was something new—this was intimacy, a shared space of healing that went beyond the mere technique. You turned toward him, your movements graceful and assured as you placed your palm gently over the warrior’s wound. Elrond mirrored you, stepping close to your side. His hand was warm, but there was a tension in his movements, a hint of uncertainty as he positioned it over the injury. You smiled, sensing his earnestness, the way his brow furrowed in concentration. “Place your hand here,” you murmured, guiding his palm to the right spot. As your fingers brushed against his, Elrond’s breath caught for a moment. It wasn’t just the physical touch—it was the connection, the subtle energy that passed between you both in that brief contact. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though; on the contrary, it felt natural, as if your hands were meant to be there, guiding his.

✶ You could feel the heat of his hand against yours, and as you showed him the delicate motions, you noticed the slight tremor in his touch. He was focused, absorbing every detail, but there was also something more—a trust that ran deeper than what words could express. With each guiding motion, you could sense his growing understanding, and it stirred something in you, too. There was an intimacy in the way your bodies aligned, your energy blending together in a quiet dance. You weren’t just teaching him the motions; you were teaching him how to listen—to feel the rhythm of life, the pulse beneath the skin. “Focus on the energy, Elrond,” you whispered, your voice low and soothing. “You must listen to the body, feel it—its rhythm, its pulse.”

✶ As your hand remained gently over his, you guided him through the subtle adjustments, your fingers brushing against his again, guiding his thumb to the right place. The slight friction between your hands made Elrond pause, his focus shifting ever so slightly. It was more than just physical connection—it was a merging of intentions, of spirits. “Feel it?” you murmured, voice filled with quiet pride. “The way the energy shifts, the way the wound begins to close. The body recognizes the healing touch.” He nodded, his hand steady now, the gentleness in his touch growing. There was an ease now in the way he caressed the warrior’s skin, a tenderness that spoke volumes. For a brief moment, you allowed your hand to linger, resting gently over his, as you both held the energy in place. The healing was flowing, the injury beginning to knit itself together beneath your joined hands. When you finally lifted your hand from his, Elrond’s eyes met yours, and you saw something new there—something deeper than admiration. There was a softness, a vulnerability in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. You had opened him up to something beyond the physical, and in that moment, a bond had been forged between you both, something unspoken but deeply understood. “I never imagined it could be like this,” he said softly, his voice almost a murmur, as his gaze remained fixed on yours. “The way you guide the energy—it’s… it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.”

✶ You smiled, a warmth filling your chest as you looked at him. “Healing is more than just what we see,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “It’s in the connection between us. Between the healer and the one we heal. You did well, Elrond.” His eyes softened, and there was a fleeting moment where something more than gratitude passed between you both. It was something deeper, something unspoken but shared—a recognition of the trust that had grown between you in that short time. He stepped closer to you then, his hand brushing lightly against your arm as if to steady himself. His touch was so subtle, almost imperceptible, but it made your heart skip a beat nonetheless.

✶ “I want to learn more,” Elrond said, his voice low, but the intensity in his gaze made your heart race. “Not just the craft… but everything.” The words held a deeper meaning, one that stirred something within you—something you hadn’t quite realized was there until now. The distance between you both seemed to shrink, as though the very space around you had faded. Elrond, the great healer and lord of Rivendell, had allowed himself to be vulnerable in a way he never had before. He had let you teach him—not just as a student, but as someone who shared in the sacred art of healing with you. And in that moment, you realized that it wasn’t only the healing you were teaching him—it was how to open one’s heart to another, to share something as deep and intimate as this. As you stood together, the healing process still flowing between you both, there was no need for words. The connection was clear—the bond you had forged was stronger than any skill or knowledge. This was just the beginning of something far more meaningful than either of you had anticipated, a path that neither had expected to walk, but one that now felt inevitable.

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Tumblr deleted this ask FOUR TIMES and then gave me hell for trying to send it but we stay silly <3 Anyway, I think there's a wonderful irony in Plumstripe taking on a she-cat as a mate. One major angle of her and Beeface's conflict was around their apprentices and how those apprentices reflected on them by how well they upheld Barrenclan's legacy. Beeface lorded Daffodilcloud's willingness to take on a mate over Plumstripe, straight up boasting about how Daffodil was definitely totally going to get with Cormorantleaf to her sister (no matter how much the pressure to preform was impacting Daff.) Asphodelshine ended up projecting her reluctance and strife around having kits onto Pinewing, which strained their relationship further than it already had been (creating a similar combative relationship the sisters themselves had.) So much pain the Barrenclan apprentices went through was because of their identities and wants conflicting with the wider Barrenclan's culture and the expectations put upon them, and Plumstripe and Beeface were all too willing to comply with those expectations. Because expectations means there can be winners and there can be losers, and if training under Dustfeather and Doestep taught them anything, it's that it's better to win than to face punishment, social or otherwise! Like sheesh, the kind of environment that the sisters trained under implied by the comic would breed toxic insecurity and competitiveness in anyone, I think. It's also far easier to direct that kind of frustration at your peers than it is your superiors. Being literally pitted against each other probably didn't help! If things had played out differently, I think Beeface at the time would have made a stink about Cormorantleaf and Pinewing's relationship. Because that would mean HER apprentice wouldn't be able to gain the favor of the clan by getting with Corm, thus "winning" this particular "contest" of who's apprentice gets to have kits with the new tom. I think Plumstripe would have tried to talk Asphodelshine out of her feelings, because Asphodelshine not taking on a mate would make HER look bad, and she can't afford that.

And then Plumstripe gets with a she-cat. Not that Barrenclan was against same-sex relationships, of course, but with the kind of expectations Barrenclan put on cats, I don't think Plumstripe would've even dreamed of having a relationship like this before. I feel like if circumstances had been more favorable for Barrenclan, she would have picked the "best" mate, whatever that means. She would have tried to hit the milestone of having kits as fast as possible, just to feel superior (secure) to Beeface. This is to say she would have whether or not she wanted kits in the first place, and she might not have judging by how her epilogue ends with Eberhart (No mention of kits! Maybe it's something she's never really cared about. I dunno, that's just pure speculation on my part.) And that's the irony to me! Asphodelshine was tormented by this expectation to have kits, to have a certain kind of relationship, a mate, to uphold Barrenclan's legacy, pushed on her by Plumstripe and her stupid rivalry with Beeface. And it's Plumstripe who also being quietly choked by the expectations of Barrenclan. It's Plumstripe, who would have never approved of anything but the "best" relationship for her apprentice, who suddenly finds herself in (by the standards of her culture) a non-traditional romance. A relationship that would have never been 100% approved of by the cultural expectations she herself upheld. Eberhart coming into Plumstripe's life is kind of revolutionary for her, I think. Eberhart is a freedom that she didn't know she was being deprived of too. Suddenly, she's feeling even some of the feelings Asphodelshine felt back then, if not for the same reasons. Rightness. Security. Near serenity if you'll let me be poetic. I think it's really important that it was Plumstripe who gets a relationship with Eberhart in particular (and it makes sense that her more stoic but secretly inconfident personality jives better with Eberhart's, compared to Beeface's more brazen one!)

Similarly, I think it's important that Beeface is the one that doesn't get a mate. She was, as mentioned, the one who had been "winning" when it came to this particular battle before everything happened. The ball was in her court, and she finally, finally chose to not fire back. I dunno, I think it just goes to show how toxic the culture in Barrenclan really was, and how even the perpetrators of it were suffering under it. The sisters are, of course, not owed forgiveness, but I dunno. It's really nice to me that they get a happy ending. I think about that one drawing you did on the first page of the epilogue, showing Dustfeather, Plumstripe, Beeface, Daffodilcloud, and Asphodelshine all in a vertical chain, one's suffering trickling down to the other. I think it just kinda perfectly encapsulates this whole situation. The cycle of abuse sucks for everyone in it, folks! It's nice to be able to see people growing past it, even if they were in the middle of the cycle rather than the beginning. Even after you fuck up and hurt someone irrecoverably, you still have to live the rest of your life. Realistically, all you can do is just move on. To live

Not related to anything above, but I also just really loved Epilogue #4, haha. I feel like I might as well talk about it while I'm here! And gosh, the Kittens and their conflicts mean so much to me??? Meadow's chronic pain (I don't have it myself but people I'm close to do) and overall theme of escapism from a life that doesn't make you happy even if it's not strictly bad!! Egret's story of guilt and learning to accept that it's okay to ease your own burdens!! Honey's optimism initially framed as naive being instead a desperate, hopeful coping mechanism, to try to live to survive!! And Sky's overwhelmingly, breathtakingly joyful self-discovery all conveyed in like three paragraphs!!! AUGH!!! I feel all of these things so much (including being transmasc) and it's just really meaningful to me to see it in a story like this. I feel like I've only known the Kittens for a day but if anything were to happen them I'd turn into bloods haha. I love them so so so

OH and I just want to say. I'm so extremely happy you kept Egret as visibly heavyset??? On top of everything else that Also means a whole lot to me and I'm so so happy to see it haha. Good fat character representation is still really rare so when I see it just makes my whole day. Everything about Epilogue #4 is just pure condensed joy for me and I just had had had to express it, haha

Wow, props to you for not giving up on this absolute essay after Tumblr axed it more than once. This is all very well-written and very much in line with what I intended for Beeface and Plumstripe's ending, I can't even add that much! Thanks so much for sending it in.

I'm also glad you liked Epilogue 4, I really enjoyed writing it!

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Hi! I was wondering if you’re still taking requests if so i was wondering if you could do a oneshot of so’lek x na’vi fem reader who is a warrior but is told not fight by medics and even so’lek at the resistance since she has chronic back pain but downplays it and acts as if it doesn’t affect her.

Like for example she goes on her own to fight rda despite what the medics say and comes back limping around as if nothing happened

I hope you understood that and sorry if its too long. I wanted to request this cuz i really like your writing so id really appreciate you if you make it, if you dont its totally fine.

A WARRIOR WHO CAN'T FIGHT ;; SO'LEK

summary ;; a warrior's stubborn behavior may change over time. or maybe not.

pairings ;; so'lek x fem!na'vi!reader

warnings ;; mentions of war, body pain, insecurities.

word count ;; 2.3k

word of the day ;; nawkx [nawk’] n. bone helm rhino

You cut the rope with your teeth, spit some of it out as you finished knotting and securing the basket you had accidentally broken earlier. You knew you were taking your time, but if you wanted your lie to stand, you had to try your best.

You stretched your body forward a bit more, almost crashing your chest into the ground to finish tidying everything up and gave a sharp inhale to stand up, feeling the sharp pain spread through your lower back, as it always did every time you had a sudden movement.

"And now…" with your foot, you lifted the fruits into the air so the basket could pick them up and once you were ready, you turned your attention to the path you'd had memorized forever. You were coming that way, you were going back that way. "On your way" you spoke to yourself, smiling.

Yes, there was a little blood on your clothes, but it wasn't yours, so your concern was minimal. You didn't abandon your big smile, even when, upon arriving at the headquarters, some humans already seemed to be waiting for you outside, with grimaces of obvious annoyance.

"You know what we told you! Are you even listening to us now?" one of them asked, but you swung your leg over his head, humming one of your clan's songs, disinterested. The tingling was present again, but as you threw your trunk forward, it stopped after a few seconds.

"Mother who brings us honor and life…" you continued to sing, putting the food aside and obviously ignoring the doctors at your back. Ha, funny. "Guiding our hearts through every strife..."

"It's not funny!" shouted your name this time one of the girls. "Do you think your life is just a game? You said you were going fruit picking and look at you!"

You analyzed yourself from head to toe, cocking your head to the side.

"Yes… and I brought fruit." You showed the basket, crammed with several, brightly colored and some not so much. "Finding a campsite a couple of minutes away wasn't something I expected either, but hey…" you laughed, tousling her hair. "That's on you guys for not letting me know it was so close. Maybe if you had told me, I would have given more thought to…going and helping out at all" even though you said those words, it was a lie. And you knew it. Everyone knew it.

Please, a Na'vi who would not want to go and put her life in danger knowing that her condition was thanks to the humans still in the land where she was born? It was impossible, you smiled, running your tongue over your teeth and pausing on your canines, with visible annoyance.

"You know you're not allowed to leave, everyone here has told you that. Even the warriors" she continued speaking, with concern and weariness in her voice. You had identified it for quite some time.

"I'm glad you have a good memory." you commented, pulling out a fruit and leaving your now arrowless bow in a corner. Although you looked at it from time to time, last time, they tried to hide it. "But I'm also sure you remember… that I'm an adult and I do what I do because I have to help my people…" your voice, as always, although understanding, was mocking. Maybe because the people who now cared for you annoyed you a little, always on you, as if they were your parents, as if it wasn't their own kind's fault that you had problems that now wouldn't allow you to fight.

"That's enough" you saw So'lek, just coming out of healings. You laughed a little to yourself, of course, just what you needed. Send the best warrior to talk to his own race. You ate some fruit, walking away from the place, grabbing your bow again and hissed at the pain in your back that bending over just a bit generated.

"Yeah, I think that was enough time off" you spoke between grunts. So'lek's scent reminded you of what you couldn't be and being in the same space as him complicated you. You didn't hate him, but you envied his state. Healthy, free, not needing humans to follow him wherever he went because his back worked perfectly fine.

Everything you couldn't be.

...

"How are you feeling?" asked Dr. Alma, looking at you passively. You scoffed, but shrugged, not responding. "Anything new to add?" you denied. "Everything as usual?"

"As usual" you concluded, trying to stand up, but the wires attached to you stopped you, you only managed to move the machines with you and the woman's hand rested on your shoulders, seeking to reassure you.

"Okay, I understand that this situation is not to your liking, but it's the only way you can get back to being better. That's what you're looking for, isn't it? To go and fight? To go back to being a hunter? A warrior?" she sounded almost sweetly, as if it wasn't something that was repeated to you every day. You sighed, taking the wires off in one fell swoop, tossing them aside and groaned as you stood up from the gurney, this time taking a couple of steps away from her.

"Be somebody, Dr. I want to be somebody again" you clarified, feeling the obvious annoyance in your body. Whenever you had revisions, something always told you to get out of there, the discomfort, your intuition, your instincts. You didn't belong in a place full of numbers you didn't understand or complex words only understood between humans or puppets.

Walking through the halls, you couldn't help but feel that the stares were heavier than ever. More than every day. You were a warrior, they must have been afraid of you! Why were they looking at you with pity?

As you left that space, that steel cage, you felt the scent of nature, the flowers growing around you, the animals talking to each other, communicating with life.

You noticed a small fire on one side. So'lek was there, checking his songcord. He seemed alone. You sharpened your eyes, wondering if it would be a good idea to approach him.

Whenever you saw him, you thought about how different they were. He was a full-fledged warrior, the humans respected him enough not to talk to him too much and many of the na'vi warriors from other clans who came recognized him for what he was, a brave companion and brother who sacrificed day and night for mother earth, for his people, for all the fallen, for each of you. You could take months counting day by day all those he had saved, throwing himself into danger. Even there you were, several times he had done his best to save you from the humans. When your arrows ran out, when your back pain was the most unbearable and left you helpless.

It was him. And that pissed you off. Because you always owed your life for him, but you could never save him. Because you couldn't. Your body couldn't afford something so extreme. As if it were ceramic, as if it were glass. Like an article of clothing that could easily be cut or snagged on a branch. That's why it was best to keep it tucked away, hidden from anyone who could hurt it.

"I see you, So'lek" you greeted, extending your hand towards him and he, with a calm look, nodded, closing his eyes.

"I see you."

You sat down next to him, getting into a specific position that could avoid the sharp pain in your lower back, almost reaching your thighs. You hissed, settling in.

"I see the pains are still present. The humans have not been able to help you?" he asked politely. You denied, squeezing your eyes shut a little and no longer feeling anything, you gave a sigh.

"Not really. I don't think they can do anything for me." you admitted, watching the wood burn for a few seconds. On the other side, So'lek was still looking at you, in a way you couldn't quite identify. You didn't want to believe it was pity. He should see you as an equal, shouldn't he?

"In the morning… Why did you go to the camp?" you watched him settle in and could almost feel scolded. "You could have hurt yourself on the way there and you don't have weapons like theirs. It was stupid. Impulsive."

"Because I'm stupid… and impulsive. Like a Bone Helm Rhino" you smiled at the last. They tended to call you that. You were stubborn, too stubborn not to accept that going and shooting humans was suicide for you.

"Yes, I think I see the similarity" he nodded and you looked at him. He mimicked your action and you looked down, not out of embarrassment, but out of discomfort. You weren't used to being close to him and a conversation couldn't lead you to that. "A warrior who can't fight… almost like a fable of our people…" he commented and you looked at him again. This time, you didn't look away.

"I don't like that title. I prefer something more ostentatious, like 'wounded warrior who follows to the death'" you tried to take the weight off your troubles, but you saw him settle back, cocking his head to one side.

"Bone Helm Rhino it is, then."

"A good title…if I knew how to wear it right."

"'Foolish inflexibility and unyielding determination are two sides of the same coin, Warrior" he commented, slowly getting to his feet, handing you some arrows. "You choose what you want to prove. Take a chance, but be wise with your decisions. Do not allow yourself to die. Your people… we are waiting for you at the end of the day."

You preferred to believe that the warmth spreading through your body was because of the campfire and not because his words were something that made you feel good. And for the first time in a long time, a feeling passed over the tingling that spread from your back down. Peace.

You looked at the arrows in your hands and settled back, hugging your legs. The bonfire would be extinguished before long, but you decided to stay outside a while longer.

" Unyielding determination…" you whispered to yourself. The only witnesses to that were the night and the small insects flying around. "Yeah, I guess that doesn't suit me" you laughed a little, for every chuckle, a little strum in your lower back pulled the muscles around it.

"Not even a little bit".

...

"You're doing good. Now, raise your arm a little more" you felt his hand tilt your elbow up and took a couple of breaths to keep from thinking about the pain. "How do you feel?"

"Like my insides are going to explode, thanks for asking" you spoke in a slightly higher pitched tone of voice and saw the opposite nod.

"Yes, I was told you might feel that way" you knew he wouldn't do it in front of you, but you noticed how he held back a small smile and you raised an eyebrow, grimacing "Eyes front. Both eyes open. You know where you need to aim" he indicated and you nodded. "Good. Shoot" you slowly released your breath and pulled the trigger.

"Perfect. You didn't hit the target. I didn't expect you to" he took the gun for you though. "The Kame'tire Clan's meds are just trying to take effect on you after all."

"So this was all just to make fun of me?" you asked, still in a bit of pain, but slowly dissipating. You denied, emptying the magazines.

"For testing. See if you could handle the gun and its weight. At least this way you can be more protected if you keep sneaking off to RDA camps" he commented nonchalantly and you got a little self-conscious.

"You don't mind if I go?"

"It's not a question of whether I care or not. It's about your safety. As long as you're secure and alive, I think I have worse things to worry about" he admitted. You smiled a little and before he left - because these 'classes' were brief because of his missions - you took his wrist.

"Thank you, So'lek. For… making me feel like someone again."

He hesitated a bit to respond. Avoiding looking you in the eye.

"You've always been someone. The only one who thinks differently is you, Nawkx" he nodded slightly and you let go. "But I'm glad I brought you back to a good view of yourself."

You smiled to yourself and cocked your head to one side, watching him leave. This time, there was no campfire to evade your thoughts about him.

But it didn't bother you at all to deny it.

"Thinking of something?" you looked to the side of you, So'lek arranged one of the feathers dangling from your hair. You shook your head, smiling as you set the basket full of fruit down in the center of the table. "I hope you didn't go to fight humans again?" you feigned indignation, with a chuckle.

"Me? Fighting humans? How dare you…" you cut the root of one of the fruits with the blade "After all, there are almost none."

"Exactly, almost. You always manage to find them." he reminded you and you rolled your eyes, turning to hug him. "Don't think it'll work like the old days… I can smell your lies."

"Oh, silly me, thinking I could outwit my mate with a show of affection so I could go fight like the warrior I used to be" you faked your voice, throwing your head back and reaching past your back, So'lek's strong arms held you.

"The warrior who couldn't fight and did it anyway. A good tale to tell."

"Just telling. Living it is a bit boring" you snuggled into the space between his neck, purring a little. A dry chuckle came from his throat and he nodded.

"I can imagine, Ma Nawkx."

a/n ;; it took me forever!!! i'm really sorry if it wasn't exactly how it was asked and sorry if it wasn't to your liking! i hope that in the future you'll still like to ask for another request! honestly i like how it kinda turned because i struggled at first how to write it 😔😔 i was listening to 'harpy hare' by yaelokre while writing this btw anyways, i love y'all ¡!

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