#that will be the end of this friendship fr and i will no longer be hanging out with the group

[djarinova]

i wiiiiiiiiish i wasn't so fucked up actually

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day four: voyeurism kink

>>> guys can you tell i have a choso fantasy or do i need to write another five thousand word fic to prove it i'm sobbing and actually in love with him fr. it took me days to write this bc i was just too feral.

>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: roommate choso, hung like a horse choso, virgin choso, voyeurism clearly, petnames, masturbation, cowgirl, implied multiple rounds, choso whimpers you're so welcome, choso smokes a blunt grow up >>> wc: 4.8k >>> event masterlist

this whole roommate ordeal seemed easy enough. you had a spare room in your condo, yuji had a spare brother that needed a place to stay after graduation. it worked out perfectly, as you weren’t too keen on having a rando move in. though the half-curse was little more than that, really. you had only come in contact with choso briefly, seeing him move through the halls of jujutsu tech in search of the very brother that recommended him to you. he was intimidating, tall and broad with a look of disinterest across his face every time you ran into him. yuji had told you that he wasn’t necessarily unfriendly, just unsure, so you were weary to approach him once he moved into the spare room. you didn’t want to overdo it, you would hate to make him uncomfortable with all these changes he was getting accustomed to. so for the first three months or so, you two would only exchange pleasantries and nod respectfully, two strangers sharing an address and lingering curious stares. then, one morning you offered to make him breakfast, and you two settled into a comfortable friendship after that. 

Nowadays, nearly a year later, the living area was actually used and shared. you watched recommended shows together, introduced each other to your favorite movies, and oftentimes just sat in each other’s presence on the couch; on your phones, playing nintendo switch games, or passing choso’s best attempt at a blunt between you while shit talking your neighbors with your legs in his lap. you even encouraged him to invest in a real gaming setup, where he plays a host of different games for hours while you sit contently in the bean bag chair stationed nearby in his room, reading or crafting or just watching from time to time. the more comfortable he became, the more fun he was to be around. he was no longer shy to ask you to sit with him while he plays or to inquire about your latest book and his smiles and conversations flowed more freely. 

he enjoys your presence. it’s easy to be around you. he wonders why. even with all the progress he had made with you, he was still terribly awkward around new people and his social battery was limited. he never got tired of hanging out with you though, in fact, he craves it always. yuji says that it’s because you’re pretty, which choso can’t disagree with, though his brother’s statement irritates him for no good reason. 

he finds himself wondering if his brother knows you the way he does, silly things about you like which animal crossing character you would reincarnate as or the fact you hate grape flavored anything—it all tastes like cough syrup!--he can hear you say. no, he gets to see the real you, the one you reserve just for him. so yuji can think you’re pretty all he wants, but he’s the one who gets to see your breathtaking smiles in reaction to something he said.

“bro?! still there–or are you too busy being jealous?” yuji snickers, relishing in the match he made. he knew choso would wake up with a babe like you walking around. 

“you’re a child. and a dick.” he huffs, aggravated by his spacey sibling’s acute sense of his feelings. “goodbye.” he taps to end their weekly gaming marathon facetime two hours short out of annoyance, confronted with the silence of his bedroom and his questioning thoughts about you. jealous? as much as he hated to admit it, maybe he was. he couldn't even picture the thought of you being with someone else, try as he might. did that mean he wanted to be that person? your person? he’s so confused, but he knows even if he’s embarrassed he can talk to you about it. you could help him work through his feelings and come to a solution. even if the feelings were about you, he knows you would always be honest with him. he sighs, deciding to make his way to your room down the hall. 

you two didn’t spend a lot of time apart now that the bond had been created, and you were more than alright with that routine, because on fridays, choso holed up in his room for five straight hours to facetime yuji and play video games giving you some much needed time to yourself. you always started with a long and intricate shower, doing all your different exfoliants and masks. then you’d touch up your nails and give yourself a total spa treatment, finishing up by putting on your cutest little panties and releasing some of the pent up sexual frustration for your roommate that you keep under lock and key for the same reasons you were hesitant to cross into friendship territory all those months ago: you don’t want to scare him away. 

so you settle for your own small hands cupping your chest and pinching at your nipples, trying to picture him. It’s choso’s large and veiny hands that run down your sides and spread your legs instead of your own toying with your underwear. you can smell the versace eros cologne he wears wafting through your nose, almost able to hear his gravelly voice in your ear praising you for doing so good. it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is to conjure the image of him sinking between your thighs, lust pooling in his violet eyes. you’re soaked already, feeling the fabric of your panties sticking to your cunt just at your active imagination. you peel them off, hissing as cold air blows across your middle, but your fingers quickly find the heat of your hole, gathering that natural lube to flick your clit with. your eyes are closed—whining helplessly already at the sensation you bring yourself with him in mind. it’s nowhere near the real deal, but the bliss is good enough to lull pants of his name from your mouth, body light as air.

choso doesn’t think anything of your closed door. you told him you keep it closed to let him have his space, not wanting him to feel like you’re watching or eavesdropping on him while he’s on the phone. especially as he got close enough to reach for your door handle, hearing you call his name. you sounded…strained? in all honesty he was worried. so he doesn’t hesitate to push the door open a bit, peeking to check. his heart drops into his stomach at the sight of you naked on your bed. you’re stunning. he’s seen pictures of other women—and yuji showed him a few websites—but your body was second to none. his hand flew to cover his immediate hard on, shocked you hadn’t noticed him yet. fuck, you are gorgeous, one hand squeezing at your breast, the other playing around in that squelching noise he hears between your legs. he fights the urge to moan aloud or announce his presence, and he’s ashamed of himself. he feels like he’s betraying your trust, but his dick keeps growing in his pants at the chants of his name spilling out of your lips. he watches as your legs jerk and your head falls back against your pillow, making him think you were almost done. he had to get out before you saw him or felt his unique energy so close to you. he’s panting as he shuts the door quietly, turning the knob just so it wouldn’t alert you. 

his dick hurts as he makes it just one room down—the bathroom. perfect. he turns the shower on immediately, stripping his clothes off like they were on fire. he had set out to talk to you, to be completely honest about the thoughts he had been having, but seeing you like that did things to him words could not. he’s been horny before, of course, and dealt with that the way single human men do. but this—the desire coursing through his veins—this was different. so different. everything was clear now, he needed you. he stands with his back under the water, whimpering as his dick throbs to the mental image of your glistening pussy and blissed out face. he can’t help but close his fist around the his wide shaft, stuttering out a sigh in relief. he strokes himself to the same rhythm you moved your fingers, imagining how that pace would feel with your wet and warm cunt hugging him in instead of the rough surface of his hand. his other hand keeps him braced on the shower wall, steadying him through the searing heat the promises of your touch seem to be; to think that you were calling for him, thinking of him in the way he thinks of you now felt like a dream. he had to be hearing things, that’s the only excuse the man can summon. water beads down his biceps and chest, and it just makes his dirty deed all that much more so, fucking into his fist until his load is running down the side of the tub, the pearly beads getting swept away in the water and carried down the drain. he tosses his head back in the shower stream, his long black strands sticking to his face and neck as he tries to rinse away his shame. 

that night, choso doesn’t come out of his room to watch a movie with you before bed. you pout, but try not to linger on it too long. maybe yuji took a lot out of him today, or they didn’t have a successful time on and he was moody. either way, you weren’t going to bother him. you hang out on the couch like usual with the hopes that he would emerge soon, but as your bedtime nears and everything remains still, you slink off to your room with a sour mood to end an otherwise normal day.

as the days pass, choso’s behavior gets weirder and weirder. it’s almost as if he’s completely reverted inside his shell he made when he moved in, only emerging to get food when he had hoped you weren’t around. the times in which he did inevitably run into you were dealt in nervous laughter and denials that anything was wrong with him. it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was lying, hiding something from you even. you were slightly hurt that he didn’t trust you enough to talk to you, instead of going backwards and shutting you out. you wanted to wait it out, but as the days turned into a full week, you feared losing him altogether. 

you stewed over the situation the entire time you were at work. you couldn’t even get anything accomplished because you were too preoccupied wondering what you had done to wound your connection. spending your days alone was maddening. a little over a year ago, you would have relished in the peace and quiet, but now it was unwelcome. you only wanted quiet if it was filled with the subtle sounds of pages turning or the buttons of a controller smashing or shared breathing during the climax of a show. this was haunting, and you knew you had to do something. you left work early, faking a stomach ache in order to get home and corner choso into relenting. no more miss nice roommate. you were tired of letting him be all weird and distant. so you walked in unceremoniously, not necessarily out to scare him. you shake your sandals off by the door and walk towards his room, noting that his door was actually open for once. 

that was only because you weren’t supposed to be home for three and a half more hours, giving choso plenty of time to relive his dirty fantasies of you with the least amount of guilt possible, though he could barely look you in the eye these days. if you weren’t home, he could at least not worry about you catching him in his perverted acts, only dealing with the shame that flows in after he’s came for the millionth time to the image of your legs quivering and mouth parting in pleasure. he didn’t hear you sneak in–didn’t hear you shuffle down the hall to poke your head around the doorframe. he was dead to the outside world, his hips stuttering into his hand, thumb swiping the pre-cum that beaded there around his slit, stroking himself with whimpers of your name tumbling out, his eyes scrunched tight in concentration. 

your jaw was on the floor, never in a million years imagining that he even knew how to touch himself like that, not to mention the prayers of your name on his tongue, mirroring the ones you make for him on fridays. he was massive, it had you covering your mouth in shock. even with his huge hand, it seemed like pumping himself was a tall task. you couldn’t imagine trying to do it yourself, you’re not even sure two hands would do the trick— you must have gasped aloud or something, because suddenly his head snaps toward where you stand in the doorway. 

“y/n–you’re–” his dark eyes are wide, his lips parted in realization that you had really caught him jerking off and mewling your name like a helpless perv. as the guilt starts to creep in, the haze of need and desire clouds his mind. he never lets go of himself, all too aware of your lip between your teeth and your hardened nipples poking through your top���no, you shouldn’t be seeing this, you shouldn’t even be home yet! not to mention how ashamed you should be of your own roommate rutting into his hand.

“...i’m home.” you whisper back, a slight smirk creeping onto your face. despite the red blush spreading across his cheeks, he keeps fucking up into his hand. it’s salacious, and you can feel your body responding to the sight, unsurprisingly. you’ve been picturing him naked for months, and not even your lewd imagination gave him justice. every plane on his body was sculpted and defined, thick veins running down his arms and thighs and cock. he left his hair down, some of the strands tucked behind his ear, some of them hung over his brows and cheekbones. he gulped when he noticed your stare, your eyes locked on the thick cock in his hand, curved with an angry and needy tip. 

“y/n, i’m so so sorr–” he scrambles to sit up, the heavy reality finally sinking in. he was awful, sick in the head, you were going to have him pack his shit immediately, and he’d have to tell all his friends why you had gotten rid of him. 

“need some help?” you spit out, unable to tolerate the pounding in your chest and pussy. his eyes grow impossibly wider, blood rushing in his ears. did he understand you right? he couldn’t possibly. 

“wh-what?” he sputtered, sitting up slightly to try and hide himself from view a bit, as if you hadn’t seen every bit of him already. 

“i asked if you wanted my help. you were saying my name, weren’t you?” you tease gently, stepping further into his room, your hands innocently folded behind your back. now that you know your desire is shared, you felt confident enough to push your relationship further yet again. he nods hesitantly, watching you stalk over to the bed like a lioness about to pounce.

“i–yes, it’s not what you think. i know it looks–” 

“like you were jacking off and thinking about me? is that not…what you were doing?” you hum, pausing by the foot of his bed. you look so cute, he has to believe you know what you’re doing, folding your arms under your voluptuous chest just to taunt him a bit more. you have him backed into a corner, and he either had to admit the truth or come up with a very clever lie. and he is not a gifted liar. 

“i–yeah…” he looks away, feeling the shame weighing down on him now that you had confronted him with the undeniable truth. 

you chuckle warmly. “i do the same thing, ‘cept I’m thinking of you.” you shrug, the smirk growing on your face as realization seeps into his. he didn’t misunderstand you that day or even earlier in this conversation. you want him too. he swallows thickly again, remembering the day that started all of this. 

“i–i know, i saw you, last week.” he chokes out as you take your top off, revealing yourself to him. He’d noticed your lack of bra earlier, but didn’t expect to be blessed with the sight of your body again, especially as you bend at the hips to wiggle out of your pants. Your laughter surprises him again, like he had intentionally made a joke. but it was only because he had solved the mystery that led you to his room in the first place, and that would potentially resolve any secrets you had been keeping from one another. 

“so that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” you scrunch your nose at him adorably as you crawl onto the bed, his eyes glued to the body that had him locked in his bedroom day and night. “oh choso, i wish you would have interrupted me…i surely woulda let you help me.” you purr, so close to him that he could reach out and touch you now, and he definitely thinks about just grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him, finally feeling that glistening pussy for himself—to hell with his imagination, but your voice interrupts his thoughts again. 

“so, do you want me to help you, baby?” you glance from the hard length in his hands to his deep purple eyes, swirling with something you recognize very well to be deep desire. 

“please–” he whimpered and let his hand fall away from his pelvis, looking to you like a pathetic boy getting his teenage dreams fulfilled. Your grin grows wide, and you lean closer to brush your hand across his toned abdomen. he lets out a pleased little grunt and his cock jumps at the simple touch

“you’ve never been with anyone, have you?” you asked, faces so close he can see every freckle and dimple and scar on your skin. he shakes his head. you peck the tip of his nose. he’s already shivering, the feeling of your body leaning over his was exhilarating. your kiss was so simple and sweet, but it stopped all the thoughts in his brain. he was just malleable now, ready to let you make him feel good, finally shifting from imagination to reality. “need you to talk to me, so i can know where you’re at, cho.” 

“no, no..never.” he shakes his head again, eying you with excitement and nerves all at once. he wants to touch you, and you’ve already stripped naked and kissed him, so surely there was no going back now, so he reaches up and places his hands on your hips—so light like he was afraid to hurt you. 

you grin at both his answer and his courageous touch, nodding your encouragement, “that’s fine, i’ll help you…just do what feels natural–you can go as hard as you want., and tell me if you want to stop.” your eyes blink at him sweet he realizes he would trust you with his life if you asked. 

“okay.” he lets your words wash over him, nodding as he grips your hips a little tighter. he’s more than embraced his fate, his mouth watering a bit at the idea that you were in his bed and offering to make all his fantasies come true. you were expecting him to keep that deer in a headlights look, but when you rake your fingernails across his chest, you watch his eyes darken a bit more. “kiss me?” 

choso looks so cute, you couldn’t deny him if you wanted to. his eyebrow raised with innocence, but his eyes shrouded in arousal. you giggle softly and lean up, sliding your hands over his pecs and shoulders and into those dark locks calling your name. you tug, and he gasps softly. you take that opportunity to cover his parted lips with your own, his head falling back to accommodate you as you fully crawl into his lap. he melts, you feel and taste so impossibly good he’s concerned he may bust over the kiss. your tongue moves so expertly against his, twirling around and sucking on the muscle in a way he didn’t know people employed. then you’re sitting on his abs, and he can feel so much at once. his eyes blow wide in the kiss, and he has to pull away to gasp again and see what you’re doing to him. 

you’re simply sitting, your pretty shining pussy rubbing against his core and his dick teasing the crack of your ass. that must be what’s driving him insane, the warmth and softness providing some but not enough friction. you wiggle your ass a bit to tease him, and he whimpers. the sound is so sweet and low you know you can’t handle playing with the shy little virgin much longer.

“i–is th–that sup’posed to f-feel that go–ngh, good?” he stammers, the hold on your hips bordering bruising. he doesn’t even realize, and you certainly don’t mind, so you only smile and nod down at him, reaching for his chin with your fingers. he makes you look so small without even trying, the broad expanse of his body, wide jaw and thick legs—not to mention the monstrous cock rocking against your behind, your own need soaking his happy trail to the skin beneath. you move his gaze from your sensual movements back to your sultry gaze. yuji was wrong. pretty was such a mild way to describe the woman on his lap. you were more a kin to a goddess, something not fully human like him. 

“i was hoping to give you the full treatment, but i don’t think you’ll mind if i skip to the main event?” you bite your lip, your other hand scraping at his scalp a little bit. no, of course he didn’t mind. sometimes you were so silly. he nods fervently, remembering that he needed to find his voice, to not seem like such a coward when he wanted this so badly. 

“no—please,” he whimpers again, feeling the drip of your liquid on him. it dawns on him then that you’re just as needy, and you still wanted him even though you’d have to teach him what to do. you didn’t seem worried, maybe it was easier than he thought. but all he knows is that his balls are starting to hurt and he had never felt more buzzed in his entire life, sensitive to every move you make. “i need you so bad, oh sh–” 

you scoot back, lifting yourself up a little to align him with your entrance. his whimpers and begs were so fucking amazing, you wish you had it in you to milk it. you make the mental note to keep him begging when you show him what it feels like to have his dick sucked or whimpering when he eats your cunt for the first time. he’s so heavy in your hand, and you can’t even close your fist around him. it makes you shudder, knowing that you’re going to make him fit inside you no matter the stretch. his tip was so red and irritated, oozing pre. you swiped it over his head, humming in amusement as he jerks and whines at the feeling. 

“you’re massive, d’you know that?” you pout, sinking down a few inches. he moans at first, feeling like his cock was fit into a perfect sleeve. it’s unreal, the heat he feels in his gut as you rock further down on him, whining at how huge he was. he watches the pained faces you make halfway down, the concern clear on his face. he didn’t know he was that big—he hadn’t really been comparing, but if it was hurting you, he wondered what he could do. he remembers watching you play with that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs, using your own slick to glide around. he thinks he could replicate that, so he sticks his fingers in his mouth, spitting a bit to make sure they were just as wet as you were. you take more of him, almost to his base all while panting and bracing yourself on his chest with your eyes screwed shut. he reaches toward you, swiping his fingers around the place he watched you toy with. you gasp out and sit all the way down, the noises you make as he touches you make his eyes widen again. 

“god—i’m so full, baby.” you nod, your hips moving forward automatically, searching for more of that searing feeling he brings to your clit. he surprises you, moving his digits in slow circles as you get accustomed to his size. he chokes slightly when you squeeze him, his eyes zeroed in on your face. 

“are you alright?” he asks softly, feeling your nails dig into his chest as your hips move faster now, any other words he had wanted to say sucked from his brain like he had no thoughts at all, nothing other than that vice-grip of a pussy you have locked around him, bouncing softly and leaving little half-moons in his skin. 

“mhm, just had to stretch a bit t’fit you, are you alright?” you grin as you ask, knowing he would struggle to respond—in the best way possible. he nods eagerly, eyes flickering from where you swallow him up to your soft face of bliss. 

“are you kidding? i’m—” you rock on him a bit faster, the feeling of wet and choking walls rubbing every possible spot had him sputtering, unable to speak. he’s only able to watch you run a hand through your mane, keeping it out of your face and away from your bouncing tits. he’s in heaven. being with a woman, no, being with you, was as all the eternal bliss he cared to know. 

his hips start to move, the hold he has on your hips trailing up to the curves of your waist to better hold you down. he didn’t realize how much more intense he would make this feel for the both of you, grunts and whines spilling from his lips as you begin to cry out and yell. it’s heavenly, the way you let him drive into you, leaning forward with one hand on the headboard and the other tugging his head towards your chest. he contains his pathetic pants by sucking your nipple in his mouth, laving his tongue over it, mind so drunk and hazy he can only be driven by his primal instincts, flat footed on the bed to plow into you from below. 

it’s so perfect. you scream his name way better than he ever imagined, and he doesn’t mind to bear the scratch marks of your passion. you keep squeezing around him, and it drives him crazy. 

“i–i love when you do that—clenching down on me like that, fuck.” He grunts, slowly getting his knees under him while you sloppily keep the pace. he uses the leverage to ease you to your back, though you don’t have the luxury of pillows or a headboard, only the mattress beneath you as choso realizes this positioning lets him piston his hips without you having to do any work at all. you’re wailing, nodding to keep him from worrying about you as you continuously claw at his back and shoulders. 

“choso baby—” you whine in such a way, he knows he’s going to bust in seconds. “you’re gonna make me cum, please–doin’ so good, ngh—ack!” you cry, legs tightening around his waist as he feels a significant increase of your fluids. feeling and watching you cum by his doing was the nail in the coffin—the way your face screwed up in pure pleasure brought him his own, his pelvis stilling against the mounds of your backside, cock twitching against your womb before your vision is blurry, and all you feel is warmth seeping out of you. his load leaked out around him inside you, his cock still pulsating with no signs of dying down. 

he smiles at you a little shyly, his cheeks rosy and eyes hazy with the aftershocks of such a gripping orgasm. he watches your chest heave as you calm down, your eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading across your face as you look up at him. 

“what do i do now? to take care of you?” he asks, absentmindedly stroking the creases where your thighs meet your hips. you giggle and shake your head, knowing it would take multiple rounds for his erection to die down. 

“i show you the full treatment now, baby.” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows. 

choso found himself immersed in exploring himself and your body, discovering several new kinks to enjoy with his sweet little roommate turned lover.

[starlitiris]

Sebastian x Reader x Painter polyamorous relationship headcanons!! Omg!!

So!! I’ve thought about this a few times and really like the idea of a Sebastian x Y/N x Painter poly, and I haven’t seen anything for this anywhere!! Like at all!!! The people out there who are polyamorous or would only be poly with fictional characters are NOT BEING FED!!!!! But it’s a good thing you guys have me 😎

Also im gonna be so fr with you guys, i intended for this to have multiple sections like. “How it started” then “sleeping arrangements” then “love languages” then “jealousy” and so on and so forth but the “how it started” bit ended up being WAY longer than I thought it would be 😭😭 so this is going to be in multiple parts. And just so yall know before hand, in this poly yall ALL are dating. Youre with sebastian and painter, sebastian is with you and painter, and painter is with you and sebastian!!! YALL ALL ARE SMOOCHING!!!!!!!!!

With that all being said… ENJOY!!! AND MAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS AU BC I WILL VERY LIKELY DO THEM!!! HAPPILY!!!!! Ignore my shitass divider i just dont like having nothing there

Update: I made a part 2

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How it started:

So the way I’ve been imagining this going has you as an expendable. You get close with Sebastian first since you typically see him more often (unless you count Painter trying to trick you with fake doors or turret you but that’s when he’s trying to kill you so I’m not counting it ☝️). At some point, you and Sebastian start talking, and the more you see him, the longer your conversations get. You start to form a friendship! And he actually likes you! Good for you you achieved the impossible and made the angry traumatized fish man like your presence!!! So you and Sebastian become friends first since you see him more frequently in a non-hostile setting. Your friendship with Painter was a slower burn since you didn’t get to meet him in his room every run, but whenever you met with him, you would talk. Just like with Sebastian, the more times you saw Painter, the longer your conversations would be. He at least was able to like you faster than Sebastian did! You’re fun to talk to, and you really listen to him. And you were relatively quick to forgive him for hurting you on your runs, so he appreciated that. Eventually Painter would stop giving you a hard time with doors and turrets, and would even start following you from room to room when he could on the monitors by the doors. It made your time in the blacksite a little more bearable.

Sebastian would start to develop feelings for you after some time. He looked forward to seeing you enter his shop every run, or making little quips at you whenever you would inevitably get killed again by one of the site’s many dangers. His quips used to be harsh and ill-intended, but now they were friendly and teasing. You didn’t like getting teased for not hearing the wall dweller behind you or for accidentally falling into pits of lava, but you usually couldn’t help but smile while you rolled your eyes at him. You had developed feelings for him, too. That’s why you let him get away with it so often.

There was one day where you entered Sebastian’s shop, and he seemed… off. He was still smiling at you, but he seemed tired. Or… sad. It was a little difficult to tell, but you knew something was wrong. You tried to brush it off at first. You didn’t wanna push him to talk about it if he clearly didn’t want to, so you bought a few items and got ready to leave.

Okay, you couldn't help yourself. He looked miserable and it was worrying you. Before you left, you asked Sebastian if he was alright.

“Hm? Of course! I’m fine. Go on, if you stay too long they might start to get suspicious,” he joked, trying to divert the attention off of himself.

You weren’t convinced. But if he didn’t wanna talk about it, you weren’t about to press him on it. You learned the hard way that pushing him to talk when he wasn’t ready wasn’t a good idea. So you turned and began to kneel down at the vent.

But then he called your name.

You stopped, standing up again and turning to face him. He paused, unsure if he should continue. But then he confessed.

He confessed to falling for you. He told you he knows you probably don’t feel the same way, but god, was he in love with you. He said he felt like an idiot for letting himself get this attached to you. He apologized because he knows you two were supposed to be against each other, and loving you only made things more complicated. It made things harder than they already were.

He said he was sorry for falling in love with you.

Then you said you loved him, too.

He seemed surprised. He never would’ve expected you to return his feelings- I mean hell, look at him. He was a giant shark, fish, whale, snake… thing. And he was mean, and in a lot of ways, emotionally unavailable. Who could fall for someone like him?

Well… obviously you, of course. But he didn’t understand why. Quite frankly, though, in this exact moment, he doesn’t care. He’s just happy. Relieved. And then he’s sad again, even as you hold his hand and caress his cheek. You’re feeling the same way he is. Happy and relieved, but sad knowing that this unfortunately doesn’t change the fact that the world has pinned you against each other.

You stay for a while, but eventually, as always, you have to go. You kiss him on the cheek before you leave. Later on, you meet Painter again after he finds you on the cameras. You tell him about your interaction with Sebastian, and he’s happy for you! But sad, too. Sigh… if only there was a way they could escape and bring you with them 😔💔

Omg Painter just had the best idea ever they could escape and take you with them!!!!! He proposes this idea to Sebastian first. You could keep helping them to gather research while you keep “trying to retrieve the crystal”. And after you all stalled for enough time, boom!!! You could just ditch the place and escape with them!!! It was true that overtime, you were getting a lot better at avoiding dangers. You made it a little bit further into the blacksite with almost every run. Sebastian and Painter knew that eventually, you would likely be able to escape with the crystal. So… in order for this plan to work… youuuu would kind of have to purposely fail until you could all escape. Sebastian didn’t like that. Honestly, neither did Painter. But it was the only plan they had that they believed could work.

You didn’t necessarily like the idea either when they proposed it to you, but you agreed. Dying sucked, but escaping and dooming your best friend and now-boyfriend to die was significantly worse. You knew you couldn’t just stay in Sebastian’s shop or whatever, cause if you never left, Urbanshade would definitely suspect that something was up. You were all honestly surprised that they let you stay with Sebastian or Painter as long as you did sometimes already. But you couldn’t stay. So! Dying over and over until you can escape it is!

Things continue exactly as planned. You gather as much research as you can for Sebastian, you die in between rooms 80 and 100, and you repeat the process. Your evolving relationship with Sebastian was going great throughout this. Your relationship with Painter was doing just as great, too! He was always so excited to see you!! Any chance he had to be with you, he would jump at immediately. At this point, you were seeing him more often than you were seeing Sebastian. Not that you minded. You enjoyed Painter’s presence just as much.

Painter started to notice that he felt… fluttery? When you were around? When you looked at him, when you joked with him, when you complimented his art- hell, even just THINKING about you made him feel all fuzzy and weird. Odd! Wonder what that’s about.

Finally, Innovation Inc gets back in contact with Sebastian, and all three of you are able to escape together. Sebastian found a way to disable your PDG, and you helped to get Painter out of his cage to bring him with you.

Innovation Inc gave you three a temporary room to stay in while you got things all sorted out with them. You specifically requested that you all sleep in the same place. At long last, you could finally snuggle with your boyfriend and sleep in the same bed. Or- nest. Of blankets and pillows. It was still comfortable. You and Sebastian both agreed that you didn’t want to be apart from Painter if you two got to be together, so he was there, too. None of you minded.

Innovation Inc agreed to build Painter a body so he could move freely on his own, and do other things he wanted to experience. It would take a few months for that to happen, but it was worth the wait. While you all waited for Painter’s body to be completed, he was brought with you and Sebastian everywhere you went. He watched the way you two held hands, kissed, hugged, and cuddled. The way you would lovingly tease each other, comfort each other, and say “I love you” back and forth.

He wants that. Painter realized that he wanted that. He wants what you and Sebastian have- he wants to be part of it. He wants to hold your guys’ hands, join your hugs and cuddles… kiss you. He wants to be able to gently pet you both when either of you wake up from a bad dream. He wants to hold you and tell you both… he loves you.

Painter loves you two.

Painter’s body was finished. Sebastian was helping get him connected to it, making adjustments here and there as needed. You were somewhere else in the facility finding things to celebrate this momentous moment with. Not that there was much at your disposal, but you were hoping to find something. This is something worth celebrating!

Painter watched Sebastian analyze his wires, cables, joints, and so on – really wanting everything to be working right. Painter was really excited about his new body, don’t get him wrong. But after his recent realization… all he can think about is you and Sebastian. All the things he wants to do with you, all the things he wants to say to you…

“I love you, Sebastian.”

He just blurted it out. He didn’t want it to be a secret anymore. He knows Sebastian has you, and you have Sebastian, but you both needed to know. He needed you to know.

Sebastian looked up at Painter’s screen, eyes wide and processing.

“You… what?” Sebastian was admittedly a little stunned.

“I love you. Like… you know… not just platonically. I think I’m in love with you,” Painter continued.

Sebastian really didn’t know what to say. While realizing what Painter was telling him, he felt… conflicted. A lot of thoughts and emotions swirled around in his head- there was too much going on for him to grab a thought, latch onto it, and put it into words.

Painter took his silence as an opportunity to continue and explain himself.

“And it’s not just you. I… I think I’m in love with Y/N, too. I love you- both of you. And I know, you and Y/N are together already, and I’m just… here. And maybe I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but I didn’t wanna keep it to myself anymore. Now that I’m saying it out loud, it kind of sounds selfish- and maybe I am. I don’t know… I just… I still wanna be your guys’ friend! I hope this doesn’t, uh… ruin what we all have going for us. I just… love you. A lot.”

Painter had finished his confession. Sebastian took it all in, word for word, rolling it around in his head to process everything. Painter’s feelings, his feelings, and what this meant for all of you. It took him a moment, but eventually, he responded.

“I love you, too,” Sebastian said, an undertone of sadness present in his voice. “Both of you.”

Painter went from being surprised, to being happy, to feeling immense dread and guilt and like him and Sebastian were probably kind of betraying you at the moment. Painter asked Sebastian what the hell they were supposed to do about this, and apologized for making everything so complicated.

Sebastian said, “Let’s just tell them. They deserve to know, regardless of what happens.”

His ear fins flicked, drooping low beside his head. He felt just as guilty as Painter did.

A few minutes later, you enter the room with a smile. You tell the two that you couldn’t find much, but you had things set up in your shared room! Then you stopped smiling. They both looked… sad. Sort of like dogs that knew they did something wrong and were about to get in trouble for it.

“Wwwhat’s going on…?” You asked.

And they explained. Painter started, admitting to you that he had fallen in love with both you and Sebastian. Then Sebastian took the stage, explaining to you that he returned Painter’s feelings. He said he still loved you just as much, and he wouldn’t be telling you this if he could avoid it with a sound conscience, but you deserved to know. He couldn’t look at you the entire time he spoke.

You stared. You processed. You thought.

And you laughed.

You laughed hard.

The two were confused. FLABBERGASTED. Why the hell were you laughing? Was this a bad laugh? Laughing at how absurd this was before you yelled at them for putting you in this situation? What the fuck is wrong with u????

You wiped away a tear as you tried to calm yourself down.

“I- I’m sorry-” you said through your giggling. “It’s just… I feel the same way! I’m in love with both of you. God, I felt so guilty when I realized I loved Painter, too, but now?” You laugh again. “Oh my god! We’re so stupid.”

Silence. Jaws on the floor.

Then Sebastian snorted.

And he laughed as well. “What?? Are you fucking serious??”

You told him that yes, you were serious. You both kept laughing.

Painter was still in shock.

“Wh… so- this WHOLE time… we all just… loved each other??? All of us???”

“Apparently!” You added.

Eventually, the absurdity of the whole thing had Painter laughing, too. You all felt pretty goofy for worrying so much, only to have you all find out that ALL the feelings were reciprocated.

When the laughter finally came to a halt, Painter asked a really good question.

“So… what do we do now?”

“Well… “ you started. “We could technically just… all date each other. That’s a thing some people do.”

“We could?” Painter asked with excitement. He had never even considered that.

“Huh…” Sebastian thought aloud. “Never thought I’d be the kind of guy that’s open to polyamory, but I like that. I think we could make it work,” he grinned, looking down at Painter to wait for his thoughts.

Painter smiled widely.

“Yeah!! Yeah, let’s do that!! I’d love that!” He exclaimed.

And with that, you were now in a polyamorous relationship with Sebastian and Painter. Sebastian had finished making sure Painter’s new body was put together the way it should be, so you all went back to your shared room to celebrate.

To celebrate Painter’s new body, AND your new relationship. And later that night, Painter was finally able to cuddle with you and Sebastian while you slept – even though he doesn’t exactly sleep the same way you two do. It was still very, very nice to have one of his fondest dreams come true.

And now that Painter’s body was finished, soon enough Innovation Inc would have a remote safe house ready for you three to live in on the surface. Painter couldn’t wait. None of you could.

You were finally getting your happy ending.

[graysdarling]

〡𝓡. singh ˎˊ˗ sfw alphabet.

- summery: sfw alphabet with ravi <3

- warnings: nothin probably

- words: 1455

reblogs and comments are appreciated ⭑.ᐟ

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

i feel like ravi would be super affectionate. his love language would be physical touch, so he’d pepper you with kisses and everything.

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

he’d be like the best best friend. he would definitely make your friends go “wait—the two of you aren’t dating?!” and stuff like that. if we’re going with the a good girls’ guide to murder plot, you’d meet at a coffee shop. you were a waitress taking his order. you knew about all of the rumors but you weren’t really interested in them. you wouldn’t lie, you were kind of scared, but then you found out that he was really nice and kind. you then decided to help him find out about his brother along with pippa.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

he would love to cuddle. he would be fine with it if you didn’t want to, but if you did, he would immediately jump onto you and lay on top or your chest. i feel like he’d move a lot while sleeping, so the two of you have many different ways of cuddling.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

ravi wouldn’t mind settling down with you. if you’d ask, he would immediately agree. but, ravi can’t cook for absolute shit. you would have to cook for him—and if you can’t cook, best BELIEVE the two of you will be eating out 24/7.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

oh he would try to be kind as possible. idk why he would break up with you, but if he did, he would also start to cry and try to end it off with good terms.

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

oh he would be COMMITTED. no other women in his life fr. i feel like he’d want to take it slow, but he’d sometimes imagine marrying you.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

ravi would be gentle and loving with you. he would also play fight with you, but lovingly. if that made sense.🤕

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he hugs differently depending on his mood. if he’s happy, it’s tight hugs and laughter. if he’s sad, it’s like he’s clinging onto you for dear life.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

im pretty sure that ravi’s the type of person to be a middle person. as in, not too fast, but not too long either. probably the first person in the relationship so say i love you. and when he does say it, he MEANS it.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i can’t see ravi as a jealous person. sometimes he might pretend he’s jealous just to tease you. but IF he does get jealous, then he’s pretty clingy. he’ll still act the same, but he’ll be holding your hand more, waist, ect ect when the person’s around.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

probably either or. a quick peck or a passionate one. it depends on his mood. he tends to kiss you on your forehead a lot, but he also likes to kiss you directly. likes to be kissed everywhere most likely.

l= little ones (how are they around children?)

hit or miss. he might love them sometimes, he might hate them sometimes. either way he’s slightly awkward with them. when he loves them though, best believe you’ll be getting father and child vibes.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

totally “let’s stay in bed for a little while longer.” if you don’t feel good, then he’s totally making you breakfast in bed even though he’s half asleep.

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

movie nights. MOVIE NIGHTS.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

i feel like he would start to reveal things whenever. just like little facts about him here and there, then sometimes you learn about his past. either way he respects your boundaries.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

VERY patent. the type of guy to be a lover, not a fighter. he isn’t easily angered but if he’s like MAD MAD, he’ll most likely just stare at the dude and let you go at him tbh

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

will definitely try to remember facts about you. sometimes mentions them in a conversation and you can’t help to swoon over the fact that he remembered. if he does forget though, he’ll try harder to remember the fact that he forgot.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

all his moments with you are his favorite. but most likely, it’ll be whenever you told him that you love him back.

it wasn’t a bad location, you realized. the two of you decided to go on a walk and ended up in a forest. it wasn’t scary, necessarily, it was cozy actually. to you at least. ravi was next to you, holding your hand as you both continued to walk down the path of the forest trail. it was now or never, because you wouldn’t be able to say this later. “hey, ravi?” you broke the comfortable silence and he turned to you. “yeah, lion?” you softly smiled at the nickname. “so, uhm, remember that time—where you told me you loved me?” he stopped walking at your hesitation. he turned his body to you, fully, and looked at you with eyes filled with worry. “yeah—but, listen, you don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to—” “no,” you quickly shut him up. “that’s the thing. i do love you, ravi.” he blinked a few times. “what?” “i love you, ravi.” you saw the smile on his face before it formed and he quickly picked you up by your waist before spinning you around.

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he isn’t that protective of you, since you know some-what how to protect yourself. he knows that you could handle yourself.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

full effort. except for the everyday tasks those come easily for him. your anniversary? full on date, bouquet, dress, everything. lowkey male-wife vibes tbh

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

there would be NO BAD THINGS UP WITH THIS MAN. but realistically, it would be him not standing up for himself. if you’re a people pleaser too, you’re gonna have to start to set some boundaries for other people for him. if you aren’t, teach him how to set boundaries.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?

he doesn’t really care if he looks good or not. but with you, he’s a whole nervous wreck. “does this look good?” “will they like these?” “does this match?”

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yepeypeeyeppeuuep. not in a way of like OH NO YOU COULD NEVER LEAVE HIM☹️☹️ thing but in the when you leave—now, i don't wanna get sappy—but it’s like apart of me is gone. because you’re like his other half. like the missing piece of a puzzle to him.

x = xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he likes to write. EYAYDYEZYEYDYES.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

probably anything toxic or doesn’t treat his friends right. like i said, he’s a people pleaser to the point of his friends. THAT’S when you go over the line (even tho he doesn't really have friends lets just pretend he does for the sake of this one😳🫶)

z = zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

moving around a lot. this man could never stay still in bed. he could be scooping you when the two of you go to sleep, then when you wake up, he’s literally on the other side of the bed lying down at the end of it.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @sophiesonlinediary @tornqdowarnings @imaseabear

[dprvivi]

can you do piwon as friends to lovers pleeease 😿

P1harmony as friends to lovers - headcanons

Pairing: 0t6 x gn.reader (let me know if it’s not gender neutral, I tried)

Summery: how I think friends to lovers would go with p1harmony

Warnings: suggestive for some members but overall verrry fluffy

A/n: MY FIRST REQUEST

i loveee friends to lovers so this was a lot of fun to write:) thank you so much for requesting <3

Keeho:

I think he would most likely not be friends for long until he notices he likes you, like maybe a few months

Will definitiv make flirty comments to you and then just expect you to get that he likes you haha

No fr i think he flirts with you a lot even if you are „just friends“ but he will flirt so jokingly that you just actually think he’s joking…

So at some point he will just have to make an actual move

I think he would want to actually ask you out and talk to alll of his members before hand

Like he need the reassurance that they think you like him back

He would probably ask you out for dinner or movies like something formal where you just have to get that it’s a date

Is super nervous to ask you out because he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship but let’s be real you two were never just friends if you were honest

Hes so excited when you say yes like it wasn’t obvious that you like him back

Theo:

Theo and you have probably knows each other for longer and are good friends but really nothing more for a long time

At some point he definitely notices that he has some feelings for you but brushes them off

Now hear me out… you are probably in a friend group with a few other people and one night you have a few drinks to many and end up kissing (and or more…)

The next day when you both sober you definitely should talk about it but neither of you really want to say the first word

At some point you both get to talking tho end he admits that he has some feelings for you but that you are friends first for him

You end up telling him that you like him too

He would tell the members so casually like it’s not a big deal but he’s actually so excited

I feel like things would still go relatively slow but just because he doesn’t want to force anything

I think hes more into casual dates so going out for dinner but not at a fancy place or going to watch sports (baseball)

Just having fun together and laughing a lot

I think hes not that nervous just excited to see where it goes

Jiung:

Hes the type that would try to hide his feeling and horribly fail…

Like he wants to be just friends because he knows he’s busy and you deserve better in his mind but he can’t help himself

always nervous around you

Gets so shy when you compliment him or hug him

I could definitely see him make a move but at the same time i really think he wants to „protect you“ and just be friends

So it’s probably on you to say something

When you would ask him if everything is okay between you because you noticed his nervous behavior he would probably just get super flustered because he really doesn’t want to lie to you

After he stammers around the question you ask if he likes you and he wouldn’t even really answer that and just say that you deserve someone better with more time and before he could even finish your lips were already on his

Would do his absolute best to treat you like the prince/ss you are

Intak:

Intak would probably be a very good friend of your for like years, since you were both young

And his friends would sometimes make comments like „you sure you don’t like y/n“ and he would always say you are just close friends

But are you just close friends

You are the type of friends that are always with each other, can’t stop smiling when you are with each other,you two cuddle when having a sleepover, you are the first person he calls when something happens and everything under the term friends

But if you two were honest you did like each other, but telling each other that… no thank you

So this as I said goes on for years

At some point some person would ask you out and you would tell him about it and ask him if you should go

He immediately tells you not to go

So when you ask why he gets so flustered and he starts to blush

He would super nervously tell you that you could just go on a date with him instead

You are surprised and ask if it’s a date and he would just say yes

Since you two are so close anyway not much would change when it comes to dating

After you kiss for the first time he would literally just sit at home and think about it for 5 hours straight

Then he would text you and ask you how you are feeling about it just to make sure he didn’t cross a line

He would really proudly tell keeho everything haha

Soul:

You two are probably gaming friends

You do see each other sometimes but mostly discord calls where you play games together

Soul would never say anything but he fell so hard for you the second you met

He would love gaming with you and (depending on the game) gift you little things for the games you play together

When you would come over he would have snacks and drinks and blankets ready for you

When you sit on his bed next to him while gaming or watching a movie he would move closer towards you

You would probably be just as shy as him so the furthest you go for a while is holding hand or laying close to each other while watching something

One night you sleep over and you cuddle

Do you talk about what that means … no

One night you two kiss (a cute romantic and quick kiss)

Do you talk about it then? No

It really takes you a while till you finally say something

But then things go quick

You would ask what you two are and he would just ask if you want to be his girlfriend and you obviously say yes

Cutest relationship ever

Jongseob:

My man is playing the long game for sure

Has feelings for you since he can think

You probably have been friends since way before his idol days. Like elementary school friends.

You knew everything about each other

You watched him become a star and he still only has eyes for you

You honestly don’t expect him to like you since he never said anything in all those years but neither did you and you were also head over heels

All the members knew of his crush and let’s be real they probably tease him none stop about him not saying anything towards you

He just loves you and he would never want to ruin your friendship

So as i Said… years of not saying a word

I feel like seob just wouldn’t be able to take it anymore at some point

#maleyearning

He would just blurt it out to you rambling on for minutes about your friendship and telling you how amazing you are and how hard it is whenever you are dressed up or just playing games to not just grab your face and kiss you

You would listen to him and waiting for you to stop before just grabbing his hand and telling him that it’s okay because you feel the same

He wouldn’t believe that but be so happy

You two would have a long hug

After that you would properly talk and just start dating

Would tell his members so much more then proud

I think they would be really proud that he actually managed to say something haha

A/n: feedback is as always appreciated:) I hope you like it

[neptune-scythe]

ok no longer rendered speechless from Confessions

the thoughts have cooked, and it's the way they made the very conscious choice to include Buck in Eddie's moment of joy, and not just because Buck is fundamentally rooted in every aspect of Eddie's life, especially the good parts

but it's the way they gave Buck a negative experience in that moment.

an experience Eddie could have so easily broken his moment for, to give everything to Buck in that moment and push aside his own needs and desires and existence

but he didn't

he just

welcomed Buck into his moment.

LIKE Y'ALL

Ok ok

the moment of joy, taking just a few minutes to just do something for the fuck of it because it makes him happy is obviously an amazing step that would be enough right there

BUT THEY TOOK IT A STEP FARTHER

they said

not only is Mr. Eddie Diaz taking a moment for joy, he's keeping that moment of joy when he could drop it for the sake of being there for his friend. But instead he's just letting his friend into his moment of joy, he's acknowledging that the two can coexist, both feelings, both experiences ... that there's as much space for him as there is for everyone else in his life

and that's just huge I think

like the episode starts with him saying "I put my desires before his needs" and implying that there is no space in the world for Eddie Diaz and his feelings/desires/needs, and they end the episode with Eddie allowing himself to experience a moment of joy purely for himself WHILE ALSO making space for someone else and being exactly what he needed just by physically being there and existing

because his desires and other peoples desires can be equally important

his needs and other people's needs can be equally important

and someone else said something about how neither of them have to do anything to support each other or provide any kind of service to be valuable

all they have to do is just exist and that is good enough for the other

(I cannot remember who made that post but that shit has been in my mind rent free every since so shout out to whoever that was)

and its just literally that

but also the fact that they make space for each other to exist however they are in that moment

they can be on the complete opposites of the emotional spectrum and sit together in silence and that is good enough

it's more than enough

it's everything

it's all they need

IT'S INSANE

IT'S SO FREAKING INSANE

like imma be so fr right now

I do not believe in love

I don't think there's any scenario where love is eternal and fulfilling and reliable and worth anything

and there is not a single ship or romantic partnership or queerplatonic partnership or friendship or any other kind of relationship that I can't think of a billion ways it would end tragically

except for Buddie

genuinely I cannot think of a single scenario where they would ever stop loving each other or supporting each other or being the most important person to the other

they are just so fundamentally perfect for each other, so engrained in each other's lives by choice

I honestly have no fucking clue what love is, but I think its whatever they have

and low-key if they never become romantic that is a o k with me because that perfect impenetrable bond they have will still be there and that is good enough for me

they're insane

they're perfect

they're so special and unique

no one is doing it like them

nobody ever

I still don't believe that that kind of thing exists in the real world but I will continue to loose my shit over it

[claraswritings]

CARMY BERZATTO SFW ALPHABET

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first he kinda struggles with it because he’s not used to having a girlfriend. He’d be a bit of a lets just link arms or hand hold…. but after a few months he’s coming in and picking you up and kissing you once, twice, sometimes three times until Richie or Tina make some comment and then he’s embarrassed but will still give your hips a squeeze as he walks by you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think he would be that friend that you check in with every couple of weeks and see maybe once or twice a year for dinner unless you lived locally but I think he’d be loyal and interested in what you were doing if anything because it would be escapism for him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. Carmy is always wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind and I think he’d be like the lean on hugger where you would both end up like semi-leaning on each other. When you’re sitting down I think he’d like to lie on your shoulder and have you play with his hair

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he’s never really thought about it but as soon as he meets you it clicks that he wants you as his partner whatever that looks like. He’s obviously an excellent cook, he’s good at cleaning too as he knows a clean kitchens importance but he can be a litttle disorganised, like the way he has his books on a stack and not on a shelf. You fix that quick.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I am gunna be so fr right now. I love him but he is not the best at expressing his emotions. He would ghost 💀. Or at least he’d like try phase down contact bit by bit until you wouldn’t know what the hell was going on. He’d say he was just busy and do anything to avoid THE TALK until you brought it up.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like on D- once you’re together he knows he wants you and is committed to you and managing you as an important aspect of your life. I think he’d wait a little bit longer than average before asking you. He wants to lock it in but also is SO nervous because his parents marriage clearly didn’t last and what if you end up divorced like Richie and Tiffany? He wants everything to be perfect. But after a long hard talk with Nat, he knows he’s asking you…that evening.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Carmy would never want to lose it with you ever. He takes extra care not to snap at you or be impatient. Everyone in the Bear would be so surprised when he’s being usual Carmy and then you show up and he’s super sweet, they’re like what the hell when they see him being so gentle and nice with you

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I think he’d be the kind to hug you from behind even when you’re walking 😭. Like he’d wrap his arms around you and walk with you. Carmy would also be a BIGGG hugger when you’re alone at home. He’d want to lie on your shoulder and be held and have you play with his hair. He’d want you to hug him when you’re in bed too.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Carmy would have it dawn on him one day that he loves you and he would WANT to tell you immediately but I think he’d hesitate and it would happen one of two ways. You’re getting hot and heavy and he just slips out with it OR he says something and stops and you just know so you help him out by saying it first

“Carm?”

“What?”

“I love you”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Omg. Carmy gets so jealous. If a guy looks at you, he’s on the defensive with an arm around you and pulling you in to kiss you. He gets verrry handsy and if the person persists Carmy will absolutely tell them to fuck off

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

We’ve all seen that scene with C. He would take his time kissing you slowly at first, like touching your arms and hands as he does. Apart from on the mouth, I think he’d kiss your hands, and your neckline. He LOVES being kissed in his hair

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s good around kids, better than he thinks. He’s the youngest out of his siblings so barring Eva he’s not been around kids a whole lot. I can imagine if he found out his partner was expecting and they hadn’t been actively trying he’d be a bit of a worrier but as soon as it’s sunk in, he’d be really determined to be as present and there for the kid as possible. Given his own upbringing it would encourage him to work on his issues so it didn’t impact the kid.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s usually an early riser and even if you are too he still manages to be up before you. If you have to be up early too, he’ll make a breakfast for you both. If you don’t he’ll nudge you awake so he can kiss you goodbye

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

👀. Okay aside from the obvious... you’d go out for a food and then cuddle up on his sofa, you’d watch a cooking show and he’d walk you through the RIGHT way to make it. Or you’d go for a drive and take food with you to eat somewhere with a nice view. It would help him de stress I think

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take a while because I think he’d do it gradually . You’d get a comment here or there about Mikey or Donna and you’d, obviously, be like shit, Do you want to talk about it and Carmy would just say ‘no. All good. I’m fine’ in such a way you’d almost believe him if he could meet your eyes. He’d one day just feel comfortable enough to talk fully

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s used to a hectic environment and whilst he can sometimes be a little impatient in the kitchen, with you he’s so patient. He’ll take time with you and slow things down to give you breathing space because he does not want to lose it with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think Carmy remember the most random shit. Like if you mentioned to him one Tuesday morning that you liked to have everything in, say, blue, he’d remember that forever and make sure to get you anything in the blue version. He’s the type to double check and if you wanted a hot drink he’d recite your order back to you and then be like “and do you like the lemon or chocolate muffin? Usually you get lemon but you mentioned you wanted to try chocolate?” And yet he’d still he get you both.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably on your anniversary when he closed the Bear early and set up a table just for the two of you. He’d made a menu just for the two of you and roped in the staff to play their part. Carmy made only ONE trip into the kitchen to check in which he was promptly escorted back to his seat.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would be SO protective. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you so I can imagine he’d be the “I’ll drive” and the “I’ll walk on the outside” kinda guy. As for how he’d like to be protected, he’d just want you to have his back.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Carmy would go out of his way to make sure it was special. If it’s your anniversary, surprise. He’d be super attentive and want to do all he could to show you he does care. The every day would be walking you to and from work every day. I think he’d do that even if the schedule was hectic

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be a massive workaholic, he focuses a lot on the negatives: you’ll try point out to him to focus on the lovely chefs he’s worked with but he’ll be focusing on that one awful chef. It’ll frustrate him and you. I would say smoking but he looks hot doing it soooo 👀

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

We know Carmy obviously works out as I mean… those ARMS. I don’t think he’s a vain guy. I would say he’s self aware he’s a little shorter than average so would go out of his way to make sure he’s jacked to make up for it… I think he’d be concerned more about being neat and tidy for hygiene purposes.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think he’s been so used to being without a partner that when he gets you… it just feels like you were the missing part of him. If you were to all of a sudden leave, he’d feel like he’d lost a big part of him and he’d really struggle without your support

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He draws you. Constantly. Like you could be sitting reading or playing a game or just… doing something and Carmy will want to draw you. I LOVEEEE the idea of Carmy drawing

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anyone too clingy or who doesn’t understand when he needs to focus in the restaurant would get on his nerves. He’d want someone who doesn’t need to stick to him like glue. I can imagine he’d probably want someone a bit more relaxed than him too as otherwise the tension might get too much

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Carmy is used to crashing out on his couch a lot of the time so he only has one pillow on his bed. It’s clean but it is still just one pillow. You, of course, go straight out to the nearest place to get a whole set which he then doesn’t know how he ever lived without.

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Hopeless romantic

Part 3 ◇ Part 4

Warnings: cheating (not by reader or osamu), mommy issues and generally parents issues. Reader thinks she is unlovable (she just like me fr.)

Content: osamu x reader, Angst to fluff, hurt/comfort.

A/n: This is the end y'all! I wanted to make it longer but i know myself and i would just leave it unfinished at some point, so i thought this might be a good "ending", but good news! I'll still write some drabbles and snippets about yn and osamu's lives in this AU! like their first times and shit. idk, i'll see. I'm sorry if this disappoints you, I don't care.

Osamu thinks that everything in your house screams of you.

It’s not his first time in your home, but the vibrant hues and light shades remind him of your joyful personality; the white marble floor completes the water green and pink of your walls. Some canvases are hanging in the living room and a knowing smile forms on his lips as he recognizes your touch in a few of them. The colours and the delicate strokes all bear your signature, a reflection of everything that is you.

He wanders his eyes around, noticing details he didn’t notice in the past and taking in everything he can.

“Pasta with yogurt is delicious.”

Osamu looks horrified at your statement. He thought you were perfect in all shapes and forms, never had he ever expected you to come up with such a daring, unacceptable, banned-from-his-restaurant-worthy comment.

“This is it. I’m leaving.” he declares, rising abruptly from the table, as if ready to sever all hia ties with you and your questionable taste in food.

Your laughter fills the room before you grab his arms and your hand grips his shoulder, “I’m just joking!! Please!” you plead.

“No, you are not.”

Resigned, you raise your hands in surrender, “Okay, I’m not. but it’s actually good! You can’t judge anything until you try it!”

He only scoffs and sinks back into his seat, his attention on the Zucchini Lasagna with Zucchini “Ricotta” that you both made together. It was easier than you expected, and despite your protests, Osamu refused your assistance in any way,  insisting that you simply observe and learn.

The way his hands work in the kitchen left you in awe, and also a little flustered. Who wouldn’t be after seeing those healthy, strong arms of his being put to work?

The final strike was his calm, soft voice, effortlessly explaining everything you didn’t know without making you feel foolish. His tone was void of any patronization and he remained kind and understanding even when you asked questions that might seem obvious to others in the culinary world.

When the result of your (his) hard work was ready, it was late enough that you asked him to stay and dine with you, not wanting to let go of him yet.

(You never want to let go of him.)

“I don’t need to try it to understand that it will taste awful.”

“Never judge a book by its cover, Miya.” you retort playfully, adopting the guise of a wise sage.

Though he doesn't voice it, Osamu hates being called Miya by you.

“You know what- leave it,” he grumbles. His scrunched-up face from the irritation he felt earlier relaxes when he takes a big bite of his dinner and you can’t stop the grin that makes its way onto your lips. Such a goofball he is.

Both of you finish your plates in silence and silence has never been so comfortable, if not with him.

In the past, you always felt like a fish out of water, you knew you were different but not the “cool and edgy” kind, no, you were just straight-up weird, and you believed that most of your friendships and relationships with others did not work out because of this.

Over time, you worked on yourself, learnt to talk to people in socially acceptable manners, and learnt to keep your mouth shut when you had to; Sometimes, your thoughts still race ahead of your words, leaving you dizzy, but you’ve made progress. You’re doing much better now than your younger self, and that is enough.

Osamu never makes you feel different.

He has always been kind and understanding, even on days when you felt like you didn’t deserve it. Even that day, when you were just a stranger soaked with rain, seeking shelter and comfort in his shop.

It was a cloudy day and you were exhausted from work. Darkness dwelled in the sky when your world shattered again.

It was late evening when your parents called, and of course, it ended up in a fight with no end.

You hated it.

You missed them, every once in a while, but you couldn’t stand being around them. 

You always had a tricky relationship with your mother, a paradox where you wished her well while hurting her because she hurt you. You loved her and cared for her while wanting to run away from her and never see her again. 

(maybe you only loved the mother you hoped she would be.)

To make matters worse, your boyfriend wasn’t answering his phone. You needed him - needed his hugs and kisses and a silly movie to escape reality.

And when he didn’t reply to yet another call, you decided to go to his house in hopes of finding him, but when you got to the main gate of his building, your heart stopped.

You had your fair share of heartbreaks, but at the age of 24,  you weren’t one to play around with idiots who can’t have a stable and serious relationship. Your boyfriend seemed perfect initially, he was everything you thought you couldn’t find and the first two months were like a dream. Then, the reality slapped you hard and you saw the imperfections in your relationship: he never called, never let you see his phone (not like you ever asked, privacy is important to you, but when he takes away his phone even just to go to the bathroom, or when he snatches his phone from you when you use just to make some silly selfies, it makes you feel like he might be exaggerating a tad bit.), and most of all, he didn’t want you to meet his friends yet. 

You thought he might be just shy, maybe his friends weren’t your type of people, maybe he had been discussing a surprise for you so that’s why he wouldn’t let you see his phone. You found justification in everything because really, you liked him. 

Maybe that’s why when you saw your boyfriend of 8 months making out with the barista “you didn’t need to worry about.”, you felt like hundreds of thousands of needles were ripping your skin apart and just then, as if the clouds could feel your pain, they started to mourn, pouring heavy rain on your head, screaming at the top of their lungs and letting all their suffering pour down as if taking revenge of everything the humans have done to Earth.

At first, you felt numb, a numbness that comes from not believing what you are seeing, then started the loud thumping of your heart, making your bones tremble in despair, and your breathing became unbalanced, stuttering through your mouth; and worst of all, you were in the middle of the streets and the rain was growing faster and louder.

(but nothing was louder than the scream you let out inside your head.)

With heavy and slow steps, you walked away, oblivious to the water dripping down your temples, feeling utterly lost.

You didn’t know where to go. Your house was just a hellhole of everything that would remind you of him. You wanted to run away, and that’s what you did.

You ran until your lungs burned, until your legs ached, and the rain drenched you completely.

You were hungry and thirsty and cold and heartbroken and so fucking lost and-

A light.

A warm, inviting light accompanied by soft hums and melodies gets your attention.

From the tables inside the structure, you suspect it to be a restaurant, or perhaps a fast food, you don’t know. All you knew was that you needed warmth and a seat, so you pushed the doors open.

“Sorry, we are close-” A man looks your way, holding a dirty cloth and detergent. He must have been cleaning. 

Your eyes widen, a little panicked, because you had no idea it was so late and when you look down- 

oh god, you just walked into a closed restaurant, and you are soaked and you dirtied his floor all over again, he is so going to berate you and kick you out-

“Nevermind. Come in.” his voice sounds gentle, kind even; you wonder why he hasn’t screamed at you yet. You just ruined his floor, didn’t you?

He pulls a chair back and waits for you to sit, you oblige in silence, though a little hesitant, “Wait here, I’ll be back.” is all he says before disappearing from your sight.

While you stare at the texture of the tables and tiles, the events of the day come back rushing to your mind, the fight with your parents, the dead cat you found on the streets and your boyfriend cheating on you. Everything was a mess, and you felt so lonely. There was a tight knot in your chest, a heavy weight of unshed tears, and it became heavier with each passing second.

A plate comes into your view with hot rolled spaghetti seasoned with tomato puree and basil and you can’t stop the grumbling of your stomach at the sight of such delicacy.

Your face heats up as you hear a small laugh from the man standing next to you; you opt to hide your embarrassment by eating everything that was laid in front of you. You take a bite of the hot strands, swirling your fork in all the wrong ways (when have you ever done something right?), and the taste fills your mouth, cascading in your stomach and the tight knot between your lungs comes undone, your eyes get blurry and tears start to flow freely down your cheeks.

Fuck, you really did not want to cry now, but you can’t stop it. You sob and hiccup and keep eating all the same, while the cook stands next to you in silence.

The kindness of a stranger and the cruelty of your beloved crashed down on you like a tsunami and all you could do was eat and cry. Miserable, you thought to yourself.

Later, a hand came down your head, a soft pat accompanied by a low, comforting voice, “It’s going to be okay.” it said, and you believed it.

“Yachi was asking about you, y’know. Tsumoto, too. They said they missed your yapping.”

You gasp, feigning a shocked expression. “Hey! It’s called  ‘having a conversation’!”

He snorts, “Sure, if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” Osamu collects the empty plates from the table and helps you clean up the kitchen.

You huff as he dries the dishes you wash, his taunting endless. When you glance at the clock, it’s already around 10 pm, and you wonder if you took too much of his time. Someone like him should never waste his time over someone like you.

“By the way, Aika gifted me two tickets to the opening of the “Fishy and Cheesy Aquarium” near the bridge because she can’t make it.” he says after a while. 

You sputter out your drink, laughing at the ridiculous name.

“What the fuck is that name?!” you try not to snort like an ugly pig in front of him (you fail.) He just shrugs. “Also who’s Aika?”.

“Oh? I thought you met her! Remember the girl with long black hair and green eyes who entered my restaurant a few weeks ago? She’s Rintarou’s sister, but since me and ‘Tsumu have known Rin since we were toddlers, she’s like a sister to us, too.” a fond smile takes place on his lips, a smile that he rarely gives to clients, a smile reserved for family.

All the pieces fall into place in your head, and somehow you feel relief and joy and you curse yourself for feeling that way. You shouldn’t be allowed to feel happy now, but you are, and your heart’s already thumping out of your chest when he says his next words: 

“So, I was saying, since ‘Tsumu is away for two weeks and Rin just hates crowded places with too many kids, would you like to go there with me?”

And of course, you say yes before your brain can even comprehend what he’s asking of you. 

You are quite sure he is just asking you out as friends do, but what can you say? you are a hopeless romantic, after all.

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THE PINK DREAD - CH. 19 (Masterlist)

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of the Hightower dinner has brought forth a lot to think about, for both Valeana and Aemond. Rhaenyra is presented with an interesting proposition days before everyone returns from Dragonstone. Word Count: 5225 CHAPTER WARNINGS: Fatphobia, child death, description of child deformity, mother's grieving.

Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.

Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita

Notes: At this point the chapters are gonna be a bit longer, now that there are more moving parts.

“Marry Aemond? Prince Aemond?”

Barty smiled, “Yes, my dove. Would that please you?”

Valeana looked down at her fingers, which held onto a loop, needle and thread. The damask pattern she had been weaving into a napkin was instantly forgotten. She never believed that she would have ever hear those words; only in her wildest dreams her imagination would pull her into the delusion that she and Aemond would be husband and wife. Though each morning she was reminded of the reality of her life; a noble born lady she may be, but she did not hold a significant influence that would benefit the crown, save for her dowry and position of her father. And she was aware that she was not a comely girl, as was persistently confirmed by Aegon, Jace and Luke’s relentless teasing of her body and face, often likening her to a pink pig when she got flushed and sweaty during the humid days. 

Aemond was her dearest friend, and whilst she knew that he valued their friendship, she also knew that her appearance kept him from seeing her as more than that. Even if… Even if there were times that she believed otherwise. It was difficult to discern where his heart was, particularly when they weren’t alone and were being watched by Aegon. Though when they were alone, Aemond was the sweetest boy; not afraid to hold her hand when helping her down narrow stairs or a steep hill, or tending to the needle pricks she often gave herself with a gentle kiss and a tentative diligence to clean the small wound. Sometimes he would bring her gifts, such as sweets, new fabrics and thread, pretty stones he found, or flowers to decorate her plaits with. Their conversations were effortless as well. One of her favourite things to do was to make him laugh, as serious as he was most of the time. 

Those moments of hope would shatter when others invaded their privacy. Aemond would quickly become indifferent, albeit polite and courteous, even when Jace, Luke, and Aegon collectively teased her on this and that in front of him. It hurt, naturally, but Valeana understood why. If it wasn’t her, it was him, and she would gladly bear the burden as long they did not direct their bullying onto Aemond. Because that is how much she cared about her dearest friend.

Now her father presented her with her dream come true on a golden fucking platter, and she hesitated. Valeana always pictured herself accepting in a heartbeat, but now that it actually happened, doubt and dread settled in her young heart. Is this what Aemond wanted? Did he find her worthy enough for his cloak? Did he actually care enough about her to want to get married? Perhaps not as lovers, as she wished to be, but at the very least very good friends that were comfortable and loyal to each other.

And mayhaps if he did not think her worthy of him, a prince, she could try to be. She’ll try to be worthy for him. 

“It will please me greatly, father,” Her cheeks were rosy red when she said this, but her eyes were still on her lap. “Though I wish… I wish, if you allow it, that we could be wedded in the tradition of our ancestors.” 

Taken back, Bartimos slowly sat down on an ottoman in front of his daughter, “Well, I– this is a surprise… But, if the King allows it, I do not see why not. Though in order to do so, you must learn High Valyrian… Not the bastardized Braavosi one your Grandmother speaks.”

“I will learn!” Valeana looks up, green eyes marbled in her eagerness. “It is not so different; I already know some phrases! Grandmama sometimes sends me letters in Valyrian for me to translate on my own.”

Barty chuckled, then reached out to caress the apple of her cheek, “It is still a difficult language to master, but… I suppose you do already have a head start.” He stared at her fondly, eyes roaming over her features and finding his late wife in them. Lysa also wanted to learn High Valyrian, so she could teach Clement and Valeana herself one day. Sadly, that never came to pass. 

The Lord of Claw Isle nodded, “Alright. It is settled then– I shall petition with the king once the betrothal is set in stone.”

Valeana bounced up from her seat and pounced upon her father, wrapping her little arms around his neck and burying her face in there. 

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Anything for my little dove,” Barty pulled her into his body in a protective and loving embrace, a large smile breaking through the whiskers of his mustache. He pushed her hair behind her ear and gave her a kiss on her temple. 

“Want to know a secret, my dove?” He whispered into her ear, “You are my favourite. Shhh do not tell your sisters.”

Valeana giggled and gave her father a playful whack on her shoulder, “Don’t be silly, papa!” 

He laughed, but it didn’t reach his face this time, because it was true. Valeana was his favourite… She was the last of her; the last of Lysa, his first and truest love. 

Aegon casted a look over his shoulder as they approached the serpentine steps. He spotted his brother heading in the opposite direction once he exited the Tower of the Hand. The eldest prince grinned widely, entirely satisfied with the night’s events. Turning back around, he quickly jogged to catch up with Valeana, who kept her attention trained on the couple ahead of her. 

Daeron joined them after supper wrapped up for the night, as his lodgings were in Meagor’s Holdfast with the rest of the royal family. His cousins remained in the Tower of the Hand, and Aemond, being the gentleman that he was, left to escort Lady Maris back to the north tower. Daeron and Shyla were walking shoulder to shoulder a few leagues away, with the latter asking questions, and the former basking in the attention of it all.

Aegon hummed happily, “Look at them. I’ve never been so happy.” Valeana spared him a look, but didn’t comment, so he continued. “Daeron is never going to know what hit him.” 

She rolled her eyes with a tisk of her tongue, “You realize it won’t last.”

“As long as it is not directed back at me, I do not care.”

Shaking her head, Valeana tuts again, “Poor young Floris. She and my sister are friends, you know.”

“Should make quite a show,” Aegon dismissed with a smile. “Another Baratheon-Cletigar battle. The Storms and the Sirens. You should write a story about that.”

Val rolled her eyes at him, and his only response was that insufferably endearing cheeky smile. She huffed and looked a head as they turned around another flight of stairs. 

“Why did he bring her?”

Aegon contemplated the answer before giving it, “Well… He did not know you would be present.” She hummed in agreement. “And since he had his lips all over your tits half a day ago, if I had to take an educated guess, he is trying to put up a display.” 

“A display? You believe he is using her?”

The prince gave a shrug, “I have never seen Aemond try to court anyone, until now. Cannot be a coincidence that he chose to start under your presence.” 

Valeana gave a dejected sigh, one that turned his contented smile into a pout of concern. “I do not know. Maris is the exact type of woman Aemond would want in a bride. It’s so painstaking perfect, it just makes me want to–”

Aegon stopped walking, taking hold of her elbow when he did so she was forced to make a half spin to face him. Something unsettling was starting to take root in his bones, that made him feel cold and hot all over, at the same time.

“You are jealous,” it was a statement, not a question. One that she confirmed by not even looking him in the face, so he continued, “Because you want Aemond back.”

“It does not matter,” Val marched on and Aegon was quick to follow. “He does not want me back.”

Aegon scoffed dramatically, “The bruises on your chest say otherwise.”

They were lucky they were alone at night, with only distant guards patrolling the courtyard that could not hear a word of this conversation. Otherwise, she might have pushed him down the stairs. 

“Physical attraction is not the same, Aegon. Men have no standards when it comes to getting their cocks wet, but it is an entirely different scenario when it comes to commitment, to having someone to call wife, and then mother to their children. What happened this morning… It meant nothing.” 

“I disagree… With the ‘it meant nothing’ part. The first is a bit illuminating…” Aegon lifted his chin up as he quickly mused over what she said. Clearing his throat and ridding himself of silly daydreams, he continued. “If you weren’t so consumed with your hatred of Maris Baratheon, you would have noticed my little ploy had an effect on him.”

She blinked at him, “What do you mean?”

“Aemond is possessive,” they were arriving at the Holdfast grand doors, and he paused as the guards opened the door for them, ushering them inside. He lowered his voice then, careful to make sure it didn’t echo through the cavernous space of the antechamber before the grand staircase. “He gets territorial when his things are being touched by others.”

“I am not a thing, Aegon.”

“No, you’re much more precious than that,” his comment earned him a curious glance. “You weren’t looking, but every show of affection I gave you was met with an eye filled with such fierce contempt. He had completely forgotten to eat the food on his plate. He barely ate a thing the entire time; he was too busy glaring at me.” 

Valeana’s steps were slow as they climbed up the stairs, only stopping when they reached the half landing. She pivoted in front of Aegon, leaning her elbow on the railing and tilted her head up at him. 

“What are you saying?” 

“I am saying… He isn’t as uncaring of you as he thinks he is,” Aegon crossed his arms as he leaned against the same railing. “He hasn’t changed… refusing to admit to his weaknesses in front of people. Aemond saw you as one as children, which is why he pretended you were merely part of the wall tapestries whenever the seven of us were together. Had things been different, and I had been keen on you then, Aemond would have been all over you, staking his claim publically. ” 

Aegon watched her carefully as she looked down at the floor, her free hand moving up almost instinctively over her belly in an act of self consciousness. 

Aegon knew what he was about to suggest could be the biggest mistake of his life, but… it also meant that he would get to be closer to her. Now more than ever he realized that is what he craved most. He took her hand away from her stomach and brought her knuckles to his mouth. He dragged her fingers along the line of his bottom lip, and never wavered his eyes from hers. 

“Aemond can have his farce courtship,” the corner of his lip curled upward. “And we can have our own.”

Aemond failed to ignore the pointed leer of his grandfather when his guests left the Tower of the Hand. He disappointed him, he knew, but the prince found he lacked the capacity to care. Instead of acknowledging it with a whispered apology, he merely nodded to him and gave him a curt “good night”, his final one for his mother’s family that eve. 

The aftermath of the hydrangea debate was awkward, to say the least. Of course it was Aegon who broke the silence with an impressed laugh, and once again chose to put his hands on her.

“Oh, my darling Valeana is full of surprises, isn’t she? The mind on this one,” then Aemond had to watch his brother’s filthy hands comb back a strand of hair over her shoulder, where his fingers trailed down the length of her arm down to her elbow. 

He supposed he had to thank Aegon, though, because the sight of it softened his cock, saving him from the tension of his breeches.

The conversation took a stiff turn as Lady Sam attempted to salvage the mood by expressing her interest in the histories of Old Valyria. His previous attempt to put Valeana in her spot was quickly forgotten, but eventually Daeron did bring out his lute and played for the table. Maris decidedly remained quiet for the rest of the evening. 

Until the door to the Tower shut behind them. 

Granted she did wait until Aegon and Valeana were farther down the courtyard towards the Serpentine Steps before she opened her mouth. Aemond only half paid attention, as his eyes lingered on the long white gold train of Val’s hair that glowed under the light of the moon. He only turned away when he noticed his brother cast a look over his shoulder. 

“I cannot believe I judged her so poorly,” Maris continued to rant. “I always thought that I had a good judgement of character, though clearly I was mistaken. I should have heeded Cassandra’s warning about her… But stupid me, I shrugged it off and listened to Ellyn instead.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Ellyn is the stupid one. I should have known better.” 

That statement pulled Aemond out of his reverie. He was lost in the memory of Valeana speaking in the High Valyrian tongue, which he was cautious to admit sounded like melted butter to his ear. He was lucky his leather jerkin covered him down to his thighs. 

“Your elder sister warned you about her?” He attempted to sound casual, yet conversational. “Whatever for?” 

Maris let out a sigh, and all the bravado drained out of her. She folded her arms and regarded the floor as they crossed through the courtyard. 

“That Valeana Celtigar has an ill reputation in court already, having no sense of decency for her honour by fraternizing with your brother so callously and scandalously,” every word had a bite to it, despite her low tone. Aemond tended to ignore gossip fabricated by women of the court, but it seemed that his own observations had not gone unnoticed by others. “And… Floris – Grafton, that is – she had told my sister, and she in turn told me of the history you share with Valeana.” 

Aemond pursed his lips as he hummed, tilting his head back as he did. He supposed that the story of how Aemond Tagaryen pushed a girl down the stairs was public knowledge, though he wasn’t entirely sure what kind of conjecture came out of it. 

“Valeana Celtigar and I grew up together. We did not have much of a friendship other than simply sharing a childhood,” it was a lie he was accustomed to making, so every word came out smoothly and left little room for Maris to doubt. “Though, if you are worrying about what had ended our acquaintanceship, allow me to ease your mind, Lady Maris.”  

He slowed to a stop when she turned to him, arms still crossed as she patiently waited for him to explain. Aemond’s arms were pinned behind his back, looking nonchalant as he retold the tale of the worst night of his life through liar’s teeth. 

“Valeana’s fall down the stairs was an unfortunate accident. She would not leave me alone; I suppose because she fancied me more than I did her. That day, she accosted me in the hall, where she stood precariously close to the stairs and… regrettably, I reacted too harshly to her advances. I was unaware of how close to the edge she actually was…” He turned away from Maris, swallowing thickly as his regrets bubbled in his throat. The shame for his blatant lies weighed in his chest like the crushing step of a dragon’s foot. “I paid the price with lashings, and she and her family left for Claw Isle, freeing me of her, until now. It seems she seeks out more repercussions from me, as if I committed a greater sin.” 

Maris shook her head sadly, sympathetically, “You already paid the price, and yet she still seeks out revenge for what had happened when you were children?” 

“If trying to provoke me is her way of revenge, then she will be disappointed,” Aemond turned back to the woman in front of him. “I am a man, not a child. It appears she has not grown out of that era of her life… And I am not inclined to let her ruin my happiness because she rejects her own.”

Maris smiled kindly, and took a few stops to close the distance between them. Her hand bravely finds purchase on his chest, and she craned her neck up to look at him, “You are right. You are too good for her, Aemond. Do not let her get the best of you.”

He forced himself to smile, albeit a small one. Aemond unlaced his arm from behind his back and offered it to her, “Your support is appreciated, Lady Maris.”

She took his offered arm, and wove hers around it, tucking her hand into his elbow as they continued to walk towards the north tower. 

Aemond was too preoccupied with stifling the unwelcomed shame he felt into the back of his mind to notice Maris’ head leaning on his shoulder. All he could concentrate on was reaching out for his voice of reason, the one that told him he should not feel guilty, that Valeana deserved his lies. He was merely protecting his heart, like Cole had advised. 

“She is insufferable,” Maris restarted her rant. “I can see why you never got on with her in the first place. From what Cassandra tells me, she is quite a spoiled little thing, always being doted on by her father, while poor Floris and Shyla are on the sidelines…” 

It went on like that, Maris ranting and criticizing Valeana for things that even he knew were not true. It brought him back to the times that he remained silent to her teasing. Jacaerys would point out her flaws in a heartbeat, even when she tried to desperately hide them, like the birthmark on her neck, or the frizz of her hair. Luke would pile on to it, and Aegon would always have some vicious insult flung her way that would triumph everything else. Shyla and Floris were caught in the crosshairs as well, but it was not nearly as much, since Floris often snitched on them, and Shyla was young, naive, and delusional, and so it affected her little. Valeana, though, took it with quiet resolve, pretending it was water off of a duck’s back. He always envied how she was able to take the blows, unlike him who would lash out like a cornered snake. 

Maris gave a haughty laugh suddenly, “And who is she fooling with that dress? So tightly confining, trying to hide the sad fact of her appearance. Hate to break it to you, darling, but we all know you are fat. You can put a corset on a pig, but it still a pig–”

“Maris,” Aemond halted before the shadow of the north tower. Something white hot shot through him, like a well placed lightning strike down his spine. Heat raised from his core to his face, and which felt like it had combusted in fires of fury. 

His tone clearly frightened her by the ghostly shade of her face, and the surprised gape she gave him. Aemond’s nostrils flared and his teeth grinded, a testimony to his self control, as he held back saying something he would regret. He had many things he wished to say… Many belittling insults that would be satisfying to wield, but that would mean he was defending his enemy. 

And yet… when Maris mocked Valeana’s appearance, it felt like it was an insult to his own person.

“It is not becoming of a lady to demean another’s appearance,” The volume of his voice was painfully controlled; each word was pulled from a taut jaw. It had the desired effect of intimidating her, as Maris pulled away from his arm and shrank under his scrutiny. 

“I–I only meant… Please, I apologize, my Prince,” Maris dipped into a stiff curtsey, her head bowed in shame. “I got…I got carried away.” 

Aemond turned away from her, shooting his attention to the east, but staring at ultimately nothing. The black canvas of the sky served a respite for his bristled mind, so he concentrated on it for a few beats before exhaling slowly from his nose and pursing his lips. When he returned his eye to Maris, she was holding herself and avoiding his ire by regarding her shoes peeking out from underneath her mustard skirts.

He extended his hand to her, an olive branch and a silent gesture of forgiveness, “Come on. I do not wish to anger your father by loitering too long.” 

Maris’ dark eyes met his briefly, and her small smile conveyed that she was relieved she had not angered him into completely casting her off. Though the truth of it is, she did. Whatever charm Aemond found in her had vanished. Now she was no better than everyone else… no better than Aegon, Jace, Luke or Floris. No better than himself. 

The loss of the little Princess Visenya weighed as freshly on Rhaenyra’s mind as it did the day it happened. She knew it would come eventually, since the day she was born with physical deformities that were both marred her sweet visage and impeded her ability to breathe. When the maesters saw that they were actually able to see her heartbeat through a thin layer of translucent indented skin (as if a dragon’s claw reached and plucked a chunk of her flesh and it had healed over), Rhaenyra knew her only daughter was not meant for this world. It was a miracle that Visenya lived for as long as she did, but eventually a chill caught in her lungs, and the babe was no longer strong enough to hold on.

Rhaenyra always wanted a daughter. Five pregnancies, each time she prayed to the Mother to grant her one, but the Crone decided she preferred irony and bestowed her son after son. Visenya… She chose the name of her daughter in her youth, and it was a name she kept firmly to her chest until that day could come. She wanted her daughter to be who she failed to be: a warrior, a conqueror, a queen worthy of the name. And then… When she finally got her Visenya, that dream vanished. All Rhaenyra could do was hold her for as long as she could until the inevitable day came when the Stranger would take her from her arms and escort her soul on a billow of smoke from a black pyre. 

The funeral had been held two days ago, but Rhaenyra couldn’t rid the smell of ash from beneath her nose. She spent most of her time alone in her chambers, only gracing her presence to her guests when appropriate. After the funeral, people dispersed from the island one by one, but those closer to her remained. Namely, her family, and the Celtigars, who in some respects were a dear neighbour. Granted, Bartimos was more of a friend – if you could call it that – with Daemon, and the lord of Driftmark, who was still unconscious in bed, showing no signs of recovery. 

Rhaenys at least attended the funeral, bringing Baela with her. Though the former only remained for two days, the latter remained to help console her step mother along with her twin, Rhaena. 

Baela and Rhaena, the only daughters Rhaenyra was allowed to have. While she loved them greatly, they were not a part of her like her sons were. She did not see herself in them, as she wished to see in Visenya. She looked at them and saw her goodsister, the late wife of the man she was now married to. She envied Leana for having such beautiful, strong daughters. 

Daemon came to her, interrupting her silent grieving a day after the fire finally died down to embers in the pyre. He strode to the vacant armchair across from her, and regarded her like he usually did, with violet eyes through a curtain of silver lashes as if he could read her mind. Or at least tried to. He was not good with weakness, nor emotion, but he could recognize it when he saw it. His daughter’s death pained him as much as it did Rhaenyra, but his grief took him to other places, and that is why he was incapable of knowing how to console his wife. Daemon didn’t even know how to face his own heartache. 

“Lord Bartimos spoke to me earlier,” He broke the silence at last with a tilt of his head to try to catch Rhaenyra’s eye. She was staring out the window, where Seasmoke flew in the distance, baying into the sea to express his loneliness. When she only acknowledged him with an uninterested hum, he continued. “He had an interesting proposal regarding Jacaerys.”

At the mention of her son’s name, Rhaenyra tore her eyes from the window, and acknowledged her husband’s presence. She hadn’t the capacity to show any more interest than a simple, “What about him?” 

“A betrothal between him and his eldest blood daughter, the Lady Valeana.” 

Rhaenyra inhaled deeply as she pushed herself off the back of her chair, eyes returning back to the expanse of the sea beyond the window. It annoyed her that Bartimos would bring such a matter on the week of her daughter’s death, but she also could not blame him. She, Daemon and their brood should have been in King’s Landing, and that proposal would have been brought to her. At least he had the decency to ask Daemon instead of interrupting her mourning. 

Rhaenyra remembered little Valeana. The nasty business that happened with her and her half brother had slipped her mind after all these years. Outside of that, she remembered Valeana to be a sweet girl, talented in embroidery and singing. Although a bit rotund, she had a pretty face, and delighted Rhaenyra’s company a fair amount. The Princess had many fond memories of her, as if she were one of her own kin. Valeana had distinctly beautiful hair, which Rhaenyra took pleasure in plaiting when she could. She frequently scolded her sons for picking on her, but boys would always be boys, and would never listen to their mothers. The Crown Princess pitied the girl, to be sure, especially after knowing Lysa Lannister, and her close relationship she had with Rhaenyra’s parents. Valeana’s silver-gold hair a testimony to her Valyrian heritage, and had her eyes been purple like her own, Rhaenyra wondered if her daughter would have looked like that. She vaguely recalled how her chin was similar to her own. 

But Daemon knew Bartimos more than she, despite the decade she spent on the council with him. Particularly in the recent years, when the Lord of Claw Isle was in constant business with Dragonstone, Driftmark, and Pentos across the narrow sea. Rhaenyra hasn’t seen Valeana Celtigar since she broke her leg, but she has met Clement more times than she could count. 

If Visenya had lived, if she was the first to be born, Rhaenyra could see her daughter marry the boy. Though it seemed the Crone presented her with a different alternative in uniting Celtigar, Velaryon and Targaryen blood. 

“What do you think?” Rhaenyra asked, wetting her lips when she realized how dry they were. “Have you met her?”

“Once or twice,” Daemon gave a shrug. “A melancholy girl. Barely left her chambers from the times I was at the Isle.”

“I do not blame her,” Rhaenyra shook her head sympathetically. “She nearly lost her ability to walk, all due to the cruelty of arrogant boys.” 

“Boys will be boys.”

“Boys who will be boys, grow up to be men who will continue to be boys.”

Daemon smirked, snorting silently through his nose, “I think it is a smart match. Valeana’s dowry is hefty. Largest offer I’ve heard so far, which can be useful in the future. She is of Valyrian descent, and at the ripe age for siring heirs. Jace could do worse.”

“But is she fit to be a Queen?” 

“I suppose that is a question only you can decipher in time. She is currently in King’s Landing, awaiting with the rest of the Realm for the Conclave to begin.” 

Rhaenyra looked down at her hands, where she fiddled with a hangnail on her thumb, “I do not think I’m ready to return.”

Daemon remained silent, deciding to sit with his urge to convince her to stop her weeping and move on. There was work to be done, and life did not hold still for the grieving. But, he couldn’t… This was Rhaenyra. His Rhaenyra. And she grieved for their daughter. Their little princess.

“I could go in your stead. Bring the boys with me, and Baela and Rhaena can remain with you until you are ready.” 

“If ever.” 

Daemon smiled ruefully, “You are to be Queen, Rhaenyra. Eventually your kingdom needs to see you actually care for it. If not tomorrow, then soon. And I do not believe you fully trust me to keep your sons in line.”

Rhaenyra failed to contain the curve of her smile at the last statement, “You would encourage them, no doubt.”

“As fathers do with their sons.” 

Rhaenyra rubbed her hands on her thighs, then sat upward, “It is decided then. I’ll speak with Jace, so he is not blindsighted by it. Though I wish for him to have his free will– if he, or Valeana, do not care for each other, I cannot force them to be husband and wife.”

“And what of Luke? Shall I comb through the gently bred maidens of court for a bride for him as well?”

Shaking her head, she also laughed, albeit soft and airy. “No. No, I have been thinking about proposing to Rhaenys about a marriage between him and Rhaena. They have grown close over the years, and it would please both she and Corlys to have her as Lady of Driftmark.”

Daemon gave a gentle nod in acknowledgement to her wisdom, “Is there anything else?”

Rhaenyra gnawed down on her bottom lip as she folded herself slightly over her thighs with intertwined fingers cupping one of her knees. She fiddled with her fingers, thumb continuously brushing over the hangnail, embracing the slight sting of pain to anchor herself to reality. 

“I should speak to my father. I want to hear his counsel on this.”

CHAPTER TWENTY SNEAK PEAK Bartimos lifted up his head, the weight of fatherhood weighing on his shoulders and mind as he regarded his first two children. He rested his violet eyes onto Valeana, and asked softly, contradicting the tone he was using earlier.  “Valeana, your brother has a point… Why would you agree to court a man who teased you relentlessly and ruthlessly as a child?” “We talked about that,” Val responded, in truth this time. “He apologized for it, sincerely, and… did me a selfless favour to earn my forgiveness. Princess Helaena could vouch for him, father, if that eases your doubts.”  Clement’s jaw stiffened as he and Bartimos shared a look; the former still heated with disapproval, silently urging his father not to relent. The latter looked conflicted. Finally, the silence was broken by Ursula’s placating hand on her husband’s arm.  “Dear, mayhaps now is the time to tell her.”  “Tell me what?”  Bartimos hesitated before answering, looking between her, his wife, and son. He righted himself, and slowly walked around the armchair, making his way over to Valeana.  “My dove,” Val’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, for being suspiciously used after the lectures she had to endure seconds ago. “I do not want you to court Prince Aegon.”

Notes: We all love a good fake relationship trope. Of course it needed to happen in this hot mess of a fic. Also im just so excited for you guys to read the first five chapters of the 20's. It's just...so good, I feel.

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sorry, still no new art, work has me tired af and I can't keep posting rushed sketches that I'm gonna end up hating (I'm SSSO tempted to delete some stuff lmao) but I have lots of wips and I'll be patient with myself and concentrate on those !! anyway-

Today I'm here to blabber about one thing that I've basically already storyboarded but Idk if it will ever see the light of day: a Sambastian coming of age(?) comic. I'm just going to put this idea into the world..

Mind you, it's really nothing crazy, but it's long enough to require a lot of commitment - that would mean not drawing anything else for a while, and idk if I'm able to do that while having the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to drawing only one thing at a time.

I could post page by page as I finish them, but my original (maybe too ambitious) idea was to make a Sambastian-centric fanzine to publish all at once, with the various chapters interspersed by some miscellaneous content. I looove the idea of creating an old-style printable zine, I'm just a big nerd for these things and I like printed paper. Realistically thought, the single-page posts are more accessible.

Technically it's an AU because it diverges slightly from the canon SDV universe, mostly in the timeline of the various families moving to Pelican Town. Also it adds to the relationships that all characters have with each other, to what school/uni they attended and stuff like that - which aren't as in-depth within the game.

The story per se is very simple: it follows Sebastian and Sam going from teenagers to adults, their struggles, the ups and downs in their friendship and eventually their romantic relationship. Basically it's the lead-up to Older!Sambastian. It also features other SDV characters such as Alex and Abigail (I would love to have them all if I ever expand on it). It's obviously SFW until they are adults, even if their experiences get mentioned and questioned...just know there is some Seb/Alex and Sam/Penny action lol. It's also quite different from what I've done up until now because this story it's angsty, like, very much so. TW worthy. Uncharted territory fr.

By the way I know I said it's long but it's not actually THAT long for now (15 pages?). The story is made up of snippets from different moments, like little windows in their life (for example there are a couple of scenes set in their first year of high school, but the following one it's set in their third year - some jumps are longer than others). At the same time this type of narration allows me to go back and add missing moments very easily if I ever actually finish this comic and wish to further expand on it.

I don't even know if anyone would be interested in this - except for me and like three darling mutuals who tolerate my ideas - but it would be such a cool thing to dooo ughh 😩😩😩 anyone who volunteers to be my benefactor so I can focus on fictional characters like god intended?? Maybe on a beach with a Campari?? I don't ask of much tbh

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like real people do ✩ jake sully

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summary: jake sully x afab!reader, smut - minors DNI, fluffy soft smut, jake being dumb fr, jealousy (are we surprised); p in v, oral fem!recieving, using spit as lube brrrrr, wc - 5,149

tawtute - sky-people ; uniltaron - dream hunt

kuru - queue ; tsaheylu - bond

comments: tbh i just started writing and got a lil excited like, anywho she was so fun to write, i missed writing for jake <333 i hope you enjoy kk bye <3

You weren’t sure when this even started, when the frustration you had with Jake turned into longing desire. One that consumed you from the inside out and left you buzzing anytime his tail swished in frustration, or a snarky comment fell from his mouth. When he tried over and over to prove himself to you. When this strange sort of friendship the two of you had, grew into something entirely different for you.

And at first it left you feeling shameful, harboring feelings for a dreamwalker. You were sure it was not Mo’at’s intention when encouraging you to show him the ways of the Omatikaya that you would grow affections for him. When you began to reject the advances for courting from several clan members, you knew this terrible affliction was no longer fleeting. 

Jake Sully had found a way into your heart, consuming you like ivy, and as much as you tried you were unable to pluck him out. And many moon rotations had passed since the war with the tawtute, since Jake had passed through the eye of Eywa, and completed his Uniltaron, and he still had not chosen a mate. 

The clan had finally finished settling into the new encampment, a sense of normalcy finally was felt throughout your people, and unfortunately for you the talk of mates began spreading like wildfire. Heavily encouraged by the Elders, large celebrations were being held frequently, and it seemed that every other day you were being approached by one of your friends, informing you that they had mated with someone before Eywa.

It was getting harder and less acceptable for you to continuously reject suitors, and the men your age were becoming scarce. You had kept holding onto a sliver of hope that the Toruk Makto held affections for you too, because despite the way the two of you seemed to get under each other's skin, you were pulled to each other. You had lost count how many times the two of you ended up in the same place at the same time, spending hours together as you teased one another. 

Over time your annoyance melted away into one of desire, and your respect mingled with that of adoration. But you had no idea how he felt, for all you know he could only see you as a mentor who then became a friend. At best, that is probably what he considered you. 

So with the constant pressure of everyone around you and the flicker of fire that Jake had lit inside of you slowly dwindling as time went on, you began to accept the courting advances of a few of the Na’vi males your age.

That was how you found yourself in this predicament, with Jake lingering behind you as Zut’e had called for you. You knew that it wasn’t necessarily a requirement to harbor strong feelings for a mate, they were encouraged of course, but you also knew they came with time. With Tsaheylu most bonds flowed smoothly. 

And Zut’e was sweet to you, and had been expressing his interest since before the war with the tawtute. But it did not stop the way your heart twinged in sadness that it was not Jake expressing his interest for you. 

He had rummaged quickly through the small pouch attached to his loincloth, pulling out an intricately handcrafted bracelet. His hand reached out to show it to you better and your face burned darkly as you realized they matched the beads he had braided into his hair and that decorated his arm piece. A clear and obvious sign of his intentions.

“I have made you a gift.” His voice wavered lightly with nerves, and it caused a small laugh to leave your mouth. “It is very beautiful Zut’e, thank you.”

He beamed at the compliment, and it caused you to send him a smile. Your ears fluttered lightly when he grabbed your wrist cautiously. “Do you mind if I place it on you?”

You would be lying if you said the attention didn't cause your heart to flutter. It was welcomed after spending so long not receiving it from the one person you wanted. At that your mind lingered to Jake behind you, you could feel his eyes on the two of you. Stupidly you felt guilty, so you only nodded your head in the direction of Zut’e, fearing your voice would come out with uncertainty. 

Zut’e let out a quiet breath, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist before tying. Your eyes lingered onto the piece of jewelry as his fingers brushed over the beads. When he pulled away his face was burning darkly, “Well, I will let you go now.”

His eyes flicked behind you, gesturing goodbye as a sign of respect to Jake before he looked back to you. He leaned in quickly and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, your tail swished nervously behind you as he pulled away, sending you one last look before he backed away. 

You let out a nervous breath, the kiss was unexpected and you weren't sure why but you were nervous to resume your conversation with Jake.

“He couldn't wait to give you that?”

There was an edge in his tone and it caused a shiver to run down your spine, finally turning back to look at him. “I think it was sweet.”

An awkward tension was settling between the two of you quickly, and the stretch of silence was causing nerves to clamp around your throat. “I did not know he was courting you?”

His face was scrunched up with confusion and again, the guilt was consuming you, “He has been trying, for a long time now.”

Jake's tail swished lightly at the information, only giving you a curt nod as he turned from you. “Where are you going?”

“I have to train with Tsu’tey.”

You followed after him in confusion, your steps increasing as he walked faster, “But you and I always train together.”

He had continued walking until he spotted Tsu’tey, along with Takuk and Neytiri, “Not today.”

The trio were armed with weapons and your brows furrowed together even more. They were all going to train without you? They greeted the two of you, but instantly picked up on the growing tension as neither of you greeted them back. “If everyone is going, so will I.”

“No.”

“You cannot tell me what to do.”

“As Olo’eyktan, I think I can. And I do not want you to go today.”

Your arms crossed over your chest as he finally turned to look at you again. The both of you refused to back down as you exchanged a heated gaze. “You are not welcome.”

Your three friends exchanged confused glances, normally when you were not around Jake was unable to shut up about you. So to witness him excluding you from the group put them all on edge.

Frustration consumed you, and angry tears rushed to your eyes, embarrassment flooding your system at the rejection. Jake’s resolve flickered for a brief moment at the site of your watery eyes. He was about to trek back, apologize for being so rude when you blinked the tears away. Your anger intensified as you hissed out your words to him, “You are an asshole!”

Jake’s ears pinned back to hear you hurl an insult towards him, and an English one at that. You turned swiftly, walking away from the four of them despite Neytiri calling out for you to stop.

Takuk was the first to break the silence that had settled after your departure, “What was that about?”

Jake’s tail swished lazily in annoyance, “Zut’e has made his intentions clear. He even had a gift ready.”

He shrugged as if to try and play it off, but the hurt was evident in how tense his voice was, and how his tail had started to move behind him almost erratically, “And it was accepted.”

Tsu’tey snorted and it caused Jake’s brows to furrow together in annoyance. “Brother, you cannot be serious.”

Neytiri called out in warning, “Tsu’tey-”

“What do you mean?”

Tsu’tey decided against speaking out against Neytiri, a smart man. Takuk groaned quietly, “There is no way you do not see it? Both of you have been so obvious with your feelings for one another.”

Neytiri shrieked, “Takuk!”

She had always been so protective over you, and she felt that the confessions should’ve been shared between the two of you, not spoiled by your friends. 

Jake felt his heart thump wildly, guilt webbing into his chest at how he spoke to you. “Should-should I go after her? Fuck!”

He was about to turn around before Neytiri hissed at him in annoyance, “You have done enough! We will train, give you time to think clearly on how you will make up for it.”

She swatted his head quickly, turning around to make her way towards the forest. Tsu’tey and Takuk snickered quietly, “It is best, you do not want to be at the receiving end of a female Na’vi’s rage.”

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Jake’s body ached from the rigorous training he had gone through, and he had been distracted the whole time, which meant he was sloppy in his execution and Tsu’tey had made him reap the consequences. He was almost positive he heard Neytiri whisper to Tsu’tey to be extra hard on him today. He knew it was due to the fact that he had upset you. 

With every step he made deeper into the encampment his muscles throbbed, and all he wanted was for the two of you to slip away into the forest, as you did every night, and talk for hours about your day. He felt a twinge of uneasiness as he remembered your altercation from earlier.

He wasn't sure if you'd even want to talk to him anymore, and he deserved it. He was being an asshole. It was not your fault you had captured the attention of someone else, and it was also not your fault that he had not acted on his feelings.

After setting everything down in his pod, he was on the search for you. If he was being completely honest, he was scared. Nerves slowly consumed him as searched high and low for you and was still unsuccessful. Much to his horror he saw you emerging from the forest, Zut’e trailing close behind.

Jake's ears flattened roughly against his head as he made his way towards the two of you. He heard a small laugh fall from your mouth at something Zut’e said and he swallowed roughly. When he was close enough to the both of you, he cleared his throat, calling out your name gently.

You paused your conversation, turning stiffly towards Jake, “Yes, Olo’eyktan Sully?”

He winced at the name, “Does that greeting not suffice? Would you like me to bow next time?”

He whined your name quietly, his face lightly coloring in embarrassment, “Stop, please.”

You only huffed quietly, turning to Zut’e, “Thank you for training with me today. I will see you later?”

Jake did not like the idea of the two of you alone in the forest, and he disliked even more so that you intended to spend more time with him. “Of course.”

The warrior bid the two of you goodbye, and thankfully opted on not kissing you goodbye. Jake doesn’t think he could handle it.

With your lips pursed, you turned back to look at him. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to see you.”

Your eyes narrowed in on him, annoyance radiating off of you as you grumbled out quietly, “Well you’ve seen me.”

You turned away and began making way towards your pod, Jake trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “Wait-”

You ignored him.

He called your name again, “Wait-god!” 

He followed you into your pod, ignoring how you scoffed as he just marched into your home. “You have no manners!”

Your nose scrunched up in annoyance as he just stood there, stupidly trying to come up with what to say, “If you are just going to stand there, please leave. I am exhausted.”

“I want to apologize.”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear it. Your ego was still bruised, and it hurt more than it should. You felt like he squeezed your heart too tightly and the ache continued to linger. “What for? You make the rules around here, I am no one to go against your wishes.”

Your shoulders shrugged but the way your tail coiled around your leg let him know you were upset. 

Jake had forgotten just how stubborn you could be, and he felt like he was floundering, this was not at all how he expected for your conversation to go.

Desperately he made his way closer to you, reaching for your hands to keep you still. His eyes flickered to your wrist, and was pleasantly surprised to see you were no longer wearing the bracelet you had received from

someone else.

“Where is the bracelet?”

“I don’t know why that is any of your concern.”

His thumb lightly grazed the skin of your wrist before looking up at you. Your eyes softened as you noticed the guilt swirling in his. His eyes were always so expressive and it wore you down, you were never able to stay mad at him for long. With the way you huffed and avoided his eyes, he could tell too. “I gave it back to him.”

Jake's tail seemed to have a mind of its own as it thumped softly in excitement, “Why?” 

With the way his fingers were rubbing gently into your skin, and the close proximity to him you couldn’t think straight. The impulsive thought to spill your feelings out to him was becoming so strong, and the warmth that was radiating off of him was making you dizzy.

You wiggled your wrist out of his hold, stepping back from him as you sighed, “I just-it is not fair to string him along.”

Jake only hummed, watching you closely and it made you squirm. Nervously fidgeting as his eyes darkened to a warm honey like yellow. The tension rising in your home was so different to one you had ever felt. 

It felt hot, and made excited nerves bubble in your stomach as your eyes slowly looked over Jake, his muscles flexing lightly everywhere your eyes glazed over. Your face burned as you locked eyes with him again, and your heart began to thump nervously as he began to slowly make his way towards you. With each step he made to you, you took one back.

He slowly caged you in as your back hit against the woven wall of your home. The way he towered over you should not have excited you as much as it did. But he was so close his breath was fanning over your face, “Why would you be stringing him along?”

The amusement dripping from his tone just let you know he already knew. It was him. And in a breathless whisper, you mumbled out, “I think you already know.”

He hummed quietly, “Wanna hear you say it.”

You huffed quietly, cheeks coloring in embarrassment when his hand fell to your waist. You were crumbling under his touch, your lips parting as his fingers lightly dug into the flesh of your hip. “Since you don’t want to speak, I’ll go. I for one, am glad you rejected him.”

Not once did he break eye contact with you, “I don’t like the idea of anyone thinking they have a chance with you.”

“Why?” His eyes briefly fell down to your lips before they flicked back to your eyes, a cocky smile making its way onto his face, “Because they don’t. Because I’ve made it pretty clear to everyone but you, that you’re mine.”

A warm feeling began to pool between your legs, your tail trashed excitedly as Jake nuzzled his head between your neck. 

His teeth gently biting into the junction of your neck and a surprised cry fell from your mouth. His tongue swiped right over the skin to soothe the ache. He continued with his ministrations and the words tumbled out of your mouth as you pulled him closer, “I want you, only you.”

Jake purred against your skin and your thighs squeezed together at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut as he sucked softly against your skin. Marking the azure skin with deep purple.

A quiet whine fell from your mouth as he moved his lips from your neck, but he didn't have you waiting for long. His mouth covered yours quickly and your fingers tangled into his braids, pulling him even closer as his tongue pried your mouth open. His tongue lazily tangled with yours, and the need for oxygen was becoming less important. Now that you felt his lips against yours, you didn't think you could go without it. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he grunted into your mouth. His hips had started to lightly grind into you, the growing bulge digging into your lower abdomen. You fluttered around nothing, the excitement that had bloomed in your lower belly was slowly starting to consume your whole body. 

You both broke apart momentarily, taking shallow breaths to fill your lungs with air. “You sure about this?”

You bit down on your lip, nodding your head as you pressed another quick kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you and it caused a small laugh to fall from your mouth. 

You weren’t entirely sure what you expected to happen, but it was certainly not for Jake to be kneeling in front of you. His eyes flickered up to you once again, and when you gave him a quick nod he untied your loincloth. With a nervous laugh you let him slip it off of you, parting your legs gently as he moved closer to you. He placed kisses from your hips, down to your thighs and you squirmed. Your legs instinctively tried to close anytime he sucked onto the skin of your thighs. He hummed quietly, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder and you shrieked lightly, face heating up as he locked eyes with you once more. 

His honey colored irises were barely visible at how dilated his eyes were and you felt yourself clench around nothing. “Jake-please.”

You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, but you knew the need would be satiated by his mouth. And you were correct, your head fell against the wall of your home as he reached forward and sucked on the small bud. Whimpers left your mouth as his tongue and mouth continued to slowly tether you closer to the edge, he mumbled quietly against your cunt and a loud whine of his name was punched out of you. 

He pulled his mouth away, two of his rough fingers sliding through your folds and your hips bucked, “Please-Jake please.” Your fingers dug into his scalp as one of his fingers teased at your entrance.

His finger entered you with ease and Jake smiled happily at his work, a clear sign that he was doing what he should. He was knuckle deep before he gently curled his finger inside of you and your hips stuttered. Incoherent moans falling from your mouth as he attached his mouth to the soft bud once again. Alternating between sucking softly or running his tongue through your puffy folds.

He felt you clench around his finger as he slowly eased into you a second one. You were so snug around him, sucking his fingers in every time and Jake's free hand fell to his clothed cock. Palming himself to ease the ache as he felt you slowly lose your composure.

With a final cry of his name, your muscles tightened around Jake's fingers and your release hit you so quickly. Your legs felt heavy and numb as it overtook your entire body. A blissed out laugh fell from your mouth as Jake continued slowly grinding his fingers into you through your orgasm. He pulled out gently, placing a hand to your hips to steady you as he stood up.

You felt shy under his gaze and your face flushed as he popped his two fingers into his mouth to clean off your release. Once he was satisfied he mumbled out softly, “Taste so good, Yawne.”

The affectionate name caused a smile to bloom onto your face, nuzzling into his hold as he pulled you into him. Jake was glad your face pressed into his chest as he was unsure he could ask you if you were facing him. Despite it being so obvious, there was still a small twinge of insecurity that had settled inside of him as he had not courted you in the customs of your people. “Do-do you-”

“Tsaheylu?” Finishing his sentence as you pressed a kiss to his chest and the muscle flexed gently, “Yes.”

You pulled yourself from him and pressed kisses all along his jaw, nipping gently, “Wanted to for so long, Jake.”

A breathy laugh fell from his mouth as he placed a kiss to your hair, pulling the two of you down onto the floor as you kneeled in front of each other. There was no trepidation creeping inside of you as you reached for your kuru, only excitement and giddiness as Jake reached for his own. The weight of your next coming actions made you dizzy, your queue feeling heavy in your hand as you buzzed in excitement.

Jake couldn’t fight the smile on his face as he watched you, he was squirming with excitement and happy nerves as he inched his queue closer to yours. He had been longing for this for so long, he couldn’t believe it was real. 

The soft pink tendrils fizzled at the close proximity before they tangled together. Your heart stuttered for a few seconds before a warm sensation overtook your entire body. Jake and yourself became one and you felt him infiltrate every part of you that he hadn’t. Your thoughts flowed as one, hearts beating together, he was yours, just as you were his. 

Jake blinked rapidly, he had never felt that immense and overwhelming sense of pleasure rush through him. Jake couldn’t help how rampid his thoughts were running, you looked so pretty, he was so overwhelmed by you. 

Your face flushed and a quiet laugh fell from your mouth as you heard his thoughts, and watched his tail swish lazily. 

Jake cleared his throat roughly, his face coloring in embarrassment as he realized what was happening, but nothing could top the feeling of serenity that washed over the two of you. You inched closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible.

In a swift movement Jake pulled you toward him and you clumsily fell flush against him, your breathing a little jagged at all the overwhelming feelings rushing through you, a quiet, “Hi.” fell from his mouth as you locked eyes once again. 

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before you whispered back, “Hello, Ma’Jake.”

And that was all it took before his mouth was all over yours, wrapping you up so tightly in his arms as your body’s moved together, fitting together perfectly as he laid you down. 

His body caged yours in as he kissed you dizzy, your hands roamed his toned body and your legs fell open to grant him access to be closer. Your hands fell down to his loincloth, lightly gripping at Jake clothed cock and a moan ripped from his mouth, you swallowed the noises falling from his mouth eagerly and his hips bucked into your hand. 

The desire pooling between your legs was intensifying to have Jake falling apart by your doing. His tongue lazily tangled with yours and you pushed your palm harder onto his cock. “Yawne-fuck.”

A soft giggle left your mouth as you pulled your lips away from him, your hand moved to the knot that tied his loincloth together, making a quick movement to untie it. He helped you remove it, and assisted you as he leaned forward to untie your top. 

Your eyes fell down to his cock, your eyes widening slightly at the size and your cheeks burned. “We’ll go slow okay?”

You only nodded, not trusting your voice. He sat back on his legs, his eyes lingering on your chest before he continued to take all of you in. Your body felt hot under his stare as he gripped at your thighs, parting them even more as he pulled you closer by your legs. His fingers tentatively pressed into your clit again, lightly ghosting between your slit as he gathered some of the wetness that had settled between your legs. 

Your hips stuttered lightly, whimpering quietly before he removed his fingers and spit into his hand. Using your slick and his spit as he gripped his cock. Stroking a few times and your fingers itched to reach out and help him.

His hand continued to stroke rapidly as he leaned forward, letting his mouth wrap around your breast as he sucked gently. 

Your chest pushed into his mouth at the foreign feeling, enjoying the way he marked you all over, and the way his tongue messily swiped at your chest. He paid equal attention to the other one, shifting his hips so he rested against you. His hips rutted into you, the tip knocking into your clit and you cried out his name. Gripping at his braids to keep him on your chest. Your hips stuttered upwards, “Please Ma’Jake-”

“Mawey Syulang.”

Jake’s Na’vi was still choppy but it caused you to flutter, your cunt throbbing to hear him use your native tongue. He gripped at his cock once more, slapping it a few times against your clit before running it one last time against your slit before he gently began to push into you. 

Your mouth parted at the intrusion, squirm slightly in discomfort as he slowly pushed into you. 

Jake was so sweet about it, gently caressing your body to try and ease the ache that had settled between your legs. “Doin’ s’good for me baby.”

You let out a deep breath, letting his voice and hands soothe you. Jake grunted quietly as he felt your muscles contract and tighten against him as he finally finished sinking into you. 

You were stuffed, your breathing ragged as he stayed still to let you adjust to his size. His hands never stopped rubbing comfortably into your skin, and when you sent him a hazy smile he began to slowly pull out, pushing back in as he tried to find a pace that worked for the both of you. 

His head was dipped down as he watched where he entered you, his chest swelled with pride to see you take him so well. With every thrust your cries got louder and louder, the way his cock dragged along inside of you, pressing tightly against your cervix everything was so intense., But what made your mind go blank with pleasure was when he pushed into you to just grind his hips.

“Please-feels s’good Jake.”

You reached for him to pull him flush against you, letting your tongue fight against his as he increased the speed of his thrust. The way grunts and small whines of your name fell from his mouth only spurred you on, your cunt tightening around him as you cried out his name.

You were too dazed in the feeling of pleasure to care about how loud the two of you were being, the sound of slapping skin all melted away as his thumb pressed into your clit. Your hips rose from the floor and your lips parted as your second orgasm hit, much harder than the first and your body lightly convulsed against Jake. 

“Did so good for me, Yawne.”

He gave a few more harsh thrusts before you felt the ropes of his release coat your insides, “S’good.”

His hips stuttered lightly as you tightened around him once again, pulling out as gently as he could. Your body was spent, the ache that had settled all over you was happily welcomed. He pressed a quick kiss to your mouth before removing your kurus from each other, looking around your home. 

You were too tired to question what he was doing, so much so you hadn’t even noticed he had gotten up to retrieve a cloth. Your hips jumped lightly when he began cleaning you up with a damp cloth, “How ya’ feeling?”

With a lazy smile you nodded your head to him, “Really good.”

He laughed before cleaning himself up, scooping you into his arms as the two of you tangled together. Your ear was pressed tight against his chest and the sound of his heartbeat was slowly luling you to sleep. Jake's fingers continued to run down the expanse of your back, tracing stripes and following the tahni that littered all over you like stars.

He pressed a kiss to your temple as he pulled you in even closer, he could feel the fluttering of your eyelashes against his chest as the two of you soaked up each other's presence. Spent and happy, and with each other. He swore nothing else mattered in that moment.

He was ready to spill his heart out in a confession, though he was sure you knew how he felt after you had formed Tsaheylu, when someone cleared their throat from the outside of your pod. 

“Um-If the two of you are finished, it is time for supper.”

Tsu’tey’s voice awkwardly called out and you felt your face drop. Embarrassment flooded your system as you scrambled to sit up, “Yes-yes we will be out shortly.”

Your words were jumbled together and Jake couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you dress quickly. 

He sat back lazily, stretching his aching limbs but made no move to get up. You turned to look at him, confused when all you received back was a lazy smile.

“Come on, Jake. They will question why we are late.”

He corrected you, “Ma’Jake.”

Your face flushed softly, cupping his face as you pressed a kiss to his lips, “Ma’Jake-has a nice ring to it.”

“Only when it’s coming from you.”

Your tail shyly coiled around his leg, pressing a final kiss to his lips before you stood up, “I will leave you here.”

And he didn’t doubt it, he saw you nearing your entrance and then it was his turn to scramble for his clothes. You stifled a laugh as he clumsily dressed himself.

His fingers tangled with yours before he pulled you along, ignoring your friends as they stood not far from your home, it was no use as Tsu'tey and Takuk followed behind the two of you, snickering quietly.

[akalegos]

the simulations dont lie SO WHY DID THEY LIE CHURCH!

the characterisation is truly truly so strange cause it felt like they just reset them to their starting point when they had the characters obviously be just coming out from s13. where they all JUST had their finale fight together accepting to fight alongside one another or die trying. its frustrating cause whether the writers realise it or not, they've made a story about opposing teams coming together as one and considering each other as one; they're a found family that sticks together whether they like it or not. its so strange that the start isn't them trying to find tucker cause like. one finale red team fight, one more big adventure. AND SARGE ISNT TAKING IT? (obviously he does but its only after prompting by caboose. but he really doesn't need all that when he does have a reason to hunt meta down)

emotional jerkoff season is really an accurate descriptor. everytime i thought they were going to do a joke, where they usually would, itd just. continue to drag. and there's was no punchline. its strange and doesn't feel like rvb. it does have moments where it feels like their original charm is still there! but then it doesn't. and you can really feel like its been a while since they've written for these characters. the music. the music too ohmygod

if you saw my priv twt after i watched the season you would know how much the music pissed me off. rvb started with barely anything but some consoles and copys of halo. it didn't have that much music. but jesusss it was just constant that it didn't feel right. you dont need music to make a moment happen. you need it to emphasis what you're putting down and it just felt like they were slapping it on in hopes that it would work. but it doesn't. it just . falls flat and cheapens any moment they had.

i hated sarge's death scene. like i love sarge!! as the season premiered (for first members) i was graduating with my sarge figure going "he's safe and sound ^^" i could go on and on about sarges relationship with the reds and how i feel its often neglected by fans and everyone involved. cause there really is something there!! people just look over it sometimes cause he's a "grumpy old white military man" but hes not. hes soooo much more (and also not white i refuse this idea). so yeah, im like. sad. that he dies. cause i like sarge! and above that? IT WAS SOOOO FUCKING BAD . HE WAS STANDING RIGHT BY THE DOOR IT WAS SO OBVIOUS HE WAS ABOUT TO GET STABBED.

i enjoyed the actual scene of him being stabbed? idk those shots make my brain happy but thats more just being interested in cinematography and all that. but the follow up the speech the talking and he just kept talkingggg. someone tweeted that the original last line sarge was gonna have was "Simmons, we went on a mission, and all my men came home. thats a good thing. its a good day. today is a good day..."

is it a little cheesy with the "today is a good day to die" line? a little. but i like it. its so much more fitting. its also just a little fan service-y with the whole sarge knowing grif can be better. I know thats a headcanon people hold, and I do believe sarge cares about grif. but the delivery of it.. is really really bad. idk i just dont think sarge would say all that on his deathbed? it really feels like the show dont tell thing. sarge is a fighter! he's been killed before. yet he accepts it so easily that im just a little. unsure that its real? it feels fake. like he feels that but he wouldn't say all that. all of them are a little ooc really, but its in ways where like, yeah thats . kindaaa them? they have everything but ever so slightly tweaked that it feels like its not completely them. and sarge's death scene feels like one of the more extreme examples.

I do like the little "am i doing it right?" "you're doing fine" from grif and simmons. that was cute. the button too that feels in character with how sarge went crazy and made cardboard and voicelines of all his men back ard s5..? its fitting.

though once it gets here you really do miss them having larger fighting groups. 3v1? granted a very powerful 1, and one of them being missing? Lopez should have been there. he was there at the beginning but he really should have tagged along. Like his creator, practically his dad died and he doesn't even get to avenge him? no matter how much he hated the reds I feel like he should have been there he's part of the group! if the blue rookie has to fight the red rookies should too! and like. DONUT WHERE THE FUCK WAS HE.

they said hes like admiral or whatever but he should have been there. his leader died and he doesn't even get to be there? AND THEY GAVE SIMMONS DONUTS THING. ONLY DONUT HAS THE GOOD THROWING ARM HELLO!!! it felt off that donut wasn't there. oddly enough it made me like the s16-17 more than s19 because of that? like yeah, the story can be jarring but it still feels like rvb enough that idgaf if its goofy with the god AI stuff. its also the one time donut gets to be more than just a gay joke! i loved that!! and sarge's line when the world encounters a paradox hits so much harder than whatever he said in s19. you really felt that he died. (youknow before they reveal the world just got reset and that they're alive)

jason revealing that this storyline was meant to be 3 seasons really puts everything into perspective. it really needed that 3 seasons. dylan and jax morphing into one probably didn't need to happen if it was 3 seasons.

moments felt rushed, it felt jam-packed and there was probably time to include donut and lopez (and doc instead of him dying off screen) if it was 3 seasons. maybe wash wouldn't need to be locked inside the hospital for so long. there would have been time for Carolina to be around more when she desperately should have been.

I will say I like tex coming back, in the form of the bgc's memories, not a painful failure, not a shadow, but someone that kicks ass is cool and is a friend. a friend in the bgc's weird ways. and I like that it was tex that asked for it the unit to be destroyed.

wash saying that it could still be preserved is so interesting tho, memory is the key but to a painful degree. I like it. And Carolina agreeing that it was better destroyed? perfect.

also carolina coming in like maine was cool i cant lie. I do hate the use of Round 1 though. I got obsessed with the song before s19 dropped when I was having my music nostalgia trip but i really wished they remixed a song that was about tex and about Carolina. not a tex song. its their moment!! not just tex's!!!

i wont comment on the fights, everything I could say would just be summary of "I miss Monty". cause his fights really did elevate rvb. so did the music.

but sadly they've already chosen a more corporate feel with the stock music and strange mainstream writing. the older seasons are still, somewhere... so I can always just go back there.

I really am thankful tex's VA came back to help say goodbye, even with the bad terms I'm grateful she came back. I couldn't see anyone else voicing Tex.

It's strange. rvb was always built on top of character dynamics because really thats all they had. and it sorely lacked that because they had everything else to use. shows that even with endless options it doesn't really help. that you could make gold with nothing.

s19 really needed that. the characters are already strong, just not utlised. I love that moment with tucker snapping out for caboose. thats what the season needed more of. a show of how much these multi-colour jerks care about each other. how much they've impacted each other. I like the moment of sarge going back for caboose. please it just needed more of that. I do agree the reds wouldn't have left caboose there, but I can see them forgetting and realising caboose isn't with them. It needed more of just that sort of energy. Wash seeing tucker as the meta, another person he cared about turned into a husk of themselves. Carolina seeing tex fight and fighting alongside her to save a friend, their friend, from the ai. grif and simmons going along with caboose because they recognise that caboose is hurt, even when its not the stereotypical look of being hurt. just that. more of that. they should have all been at red base, not separated again. they're not the same useless sim troopers from the start of the series. they're actual fighters, survivors. tougher than they show because they're together.

the lack of numbers hurt that, even if lopez and donut arent really utilised, having them around makes would make it feel more whole. they may not always treat each other right, but they are family. friends is too affectionate for them. but they are a family. a sort of family. and family should be together in such a time.

i dont like being too bitter about rvb writing. i feel like some people overdo it a little that its almost like they dont want to watch the show, which is fine but man... just say you dont want to be here and go its fine! but thats not to say i dont ever feel upset about the show's decisions. i do feel bitter. I can see what they were trying to do, and I like what they put down. I just really wished they had more time. and a stronger hold of these characters. they wanted to say goodbye, but i really wished they said goodbye.

feeling grateful that they even tried is so telling. but I am still grateful regardless.

i love rvb, it has its faults, it has its very few merits. but i still love it.

hey akalegos... justg finished watching the new rvb season and unblocked all the tags i think im gonna throw up

How’s it going emptylotfiasco….

[joelsmorality]

Can’t Keep Going Like This

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader.   Summary: After another argument, you and Joel finally iron some things out.   Warnings: Some angst, but it’s mostly fluff.    Note: This was originally a scene I ended up scrapping from my longer fic, but I figured with some editing it could be a fun stand-alone. So, here it is. lol  Tag list (My Joel fics in general. To be added just leave me a comment saying so!): @faceache111​

The streets of Jackson were quiet at this time of night.

You could hear the odd distant voices or hum of a generator, but otherwise it just seemed that the only other sound was your footsteps. The string of lights above your head that lit up the otherwise dark street added to the peaceful feel of the place–it had been enough when you had first arrived to almost make you forget what the rest of the world outside was like. There were little reminders, moments where you knew things were very different from the world you had left over a decade ago, yet you felt safe. Inside the gates, that is.

All of those facts combined, however, didn’t leave you feeling all that content the current night. You wandered through the darkening town, hands in your pockets with your shoulders slumped. Exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on you, yet the embarrassment of what happened hours ago sat heavily on you.

Having arguments with Joel, even outright fights, wasn’t exactly uncommon. He was stubborn, closed-off, and even frustrating to deal with at points. Yet, it had felt like you had progressed beyond the hostilities a while ago, and there was…something. You didn’t know what. You had been quick to label it as a friendship a while ago, but there was a certain pull in you that wanted more than that. Sometimes it felt like that notion was returned, but neither of you wanted to actually push over that line.

Then there were nights like this. Anger, frustration. You wanted to believe that things were just said in the heat of the moment, but it was hard to tell sometimes.

Usually, things like that happened without the added eyes on you. That was what made the night different from others, and the reason that you had stormed off before Joel could have the last word and do the same. It was juvenile, giving into the childish need to shout and insult. Yet, the reality of the moment had been quick to sink in shortly after that line was crossed, and you gave into the urge to just get out of there. Fortunately, Joel let you leave without following out after you. Though, you imagined it probably took some restraint.

You were just…tired of this. The uncertainty, the pull and push of someone who didn’t know what he wanted. Yet…well, you knew it was unfair to put it all on Joel. You didn’t really know exactly what you wanted, either. There had been many nights where you had time to think about your relationship with him–to overthink and overlook things, too. If you were reading into things too much, or maybe you were missing a signal or something. You didn’t know.

Could just ask.

It really couldn’t be that simple, could it? You knew you hadn’t exactly been completely open about everything, to ask some hard and embarrassing questions. You had certainly asked a few hard questions throughout the time you had been with him–digging into his past, into yours. Yet, this was something you kept locked away behind your teeth. It was something to chew on, but you could never just spit the words out.

Maybe you just should.

With an exhale, you stopped as you knew you were presented with a choice. You could just head back to the place you were staying at, leaving the whole situation behind. Maybe you’d try distancing yourself–there were a lot of people in Jackson, a lot of things to do. It wouldn’t be hard to just foster some space from him, shift out a couple patrols and just…avoid.

Or, you could turn and head toward where you knew he and Ellie were staying. The last you had seen her, Ellie seemed interested in spending some time with some friends she was making and you knew she probably wouldn’t walk in on whatever conversation you’d have with Joel. At least, you would have to hope so. Still, it was an opportunity to just lay everything on the table, ask the questions you’ve been wanting to and just get a damn answer. Whatever it was, you would deal with it. It had to be better than just not knowing and not knowing how to proceed.

With another sigh, you shook your head lightly. The better choice was clear.

Gathering some courage, you turned and headed toward the house. You weren’t sure how he’d greet you when you showed up, but you were sick of things. There had been enough tension and butting heads, you figured you were owed a bit of an honest conversation that wasn’t close to a fully public argument. Still, you hadn’t been in a position like this in a long time–to have to put your heart out in front of someone and let them react to it in whatever way they needed to. It left you with a nervous twist in your gut, despite the determination. It was something that needed to be done, as much as you wished things like this could happen without you having to go about it like this.

The lights of the house were still on, which spurred you to approach his front door. Yet, you couldn’t help the hesitation when you lifted your hand to knock. With a quick exhale, you finally knocked a few times on the door and backed away, tucking your hands back into the pockets of your jacket.

In the moments after, a part of you born of anxiety and some sort of wounded pride, just wanted to bolt. Yet, you knew that was counterproductive and childish too. Upon hearing the dull thuds of him approaching the door, you knew the time for that had passed anyway.

Despite the anger that you both had left with, you were surprised to just see some mild surprise under the tightness of his expression once Joel had opened the door.

“Can I come in?” you asked around a small exhale, sounding more tired than you were expecting too.

“Yeah,” Joel replied shortly, stepping aside to let you slip by him before he shut the door behind you.

Jackson had a number of homes with old furniture in them–some sense of communal living, you supposed, though it seemed like Joel and Ellie had their own place unlike yourself. It wasn’t your first time inside the home, though never in such an awkward situation. Still, you moved around with some familiarity, trying to piece together what you wanted to say. You knew what you needed to say, just not exactly sure how to form the words.

So, it had your arms crossing, coming to a stop in the living room before you turned toward him again.

“Look…” you started around another small sigh, “I didn’t come here to continue to argue with you, but I shouldn’t have run off. That’s not how I handle conflicts, but…I just don’t understand what’s going on here. With us.”

“With us?” Joel asked, his expression tight, a little unreadable, but you could see the way his shoulders had slumped. It was a good sign, at least.

“Yeah, I…” you trailed off, dropping your arms to your sides as you let out a somewhat humorless huff, “I mean, you have to know that I’m interested in you after all this time. At least, I hope it won’t come as a surprise.”

Joel stared at you, taking you in for a few moments before he ran a hand over his mouth, nodding lightly. “It’s not.”

“I just…” you said, bowing your head for a few moments as you pressed your lips into a thin line to hold back the rush of emotion that sat in you. “I haven’t had a group in a long time. People I can trust–people I can genuinely say I care about and who…who care for me. Yet…I honestly don’t know what I’m going to get from you, Joel. Some days it feels like I really get to know you, that things are good and are progressing toward…something, and then you push me away so harshly and I’m just…left completely confused.”

Despite the situation, you could tell there was a bit of a weight lifted off of you at that moment. Finally, you said something about the trend in your relationship with him that you noticed. Still, you knew the conversation was far from over, you weren’t getting the icey dismissal that you had gotten earlier and you figured it was a chance to actually address this situation.

“Am I overthinking things?” you asked, “Seeing things that aren’t actually there? I just want an answer, even if it hurts me.”

“You’re not,” Joel replied simply after your questions lingered in the space between you both, “It’s me. I don’t know what I’m doin’. I’m not a good person, you know this, and I think you’d do a lot better with someone else. That’s why I shove you away when I catch myself thinking differently.”

“I can make my own choices, can’t I?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Yeah, it’s just…”

“I know what you mean,” you clarified, stepping a little closer to him, “I just haven’t really been thinking in the same way. Maybe in the beginning, when I didn’t really know you, but…being here with you and Ellie…I finally feel like maybe I can stay somewhere. With people I trust. I’ll–I’ll accept if you reject me, but being pulled back and forth like I have been is not good for me.”

“I wouldn’t have to keep pushing you away if I could actually reject you,” Joel said with almost a touch of humor in his tone, but you could tell it was a little bitter too. Some previous frustration, maybe? It’d make sense, considering how much you had been dealing with. “I thought you would get sick of me and leave, just make it easier. I guess this is the result I was waiting for, just…it’s a hell of a lot different than I was thinking.”

“I thought about it sometimes,” you admitted, “and I will if it continues. I accept that you can be a thorny asshole sometimes, but I can’t keep letting that happen.”

“Didn’t feel good doing that,” Joel said, “I’m sorry. For tonight, too.”

Throughout the last minute of your conversation, you noticed a shift in him. The familiar wall you had seen him put up time and time again was lowering, as you had seen it do from time to time. On uneventful patrols when moods were high, when you would sit in with him and Ellie when they’d pass a guitar back and forth. The side of him that Ellie poked you about when she’d catch the both of you one-on-one. You knew there was a lot of territory you both had to navigate about each other, but the idea that you wouldn’t have to deal with that being shut off from you again was enough to make you feel like you had made the right choice.

“You want to be with me?” you asked after a few moments, stepping closer to him and watching his expression carefully. While a part of you knew with what he admitted so far that feeling as nervous as you were was ridiculous, but you couldn’t help the way your heart was racing.

“If you’ll have me,” he replied with a small nod. You nodded, struggling to fight back the grin that appeared on your features at the relief that flooded into you.

Which was what had you accepting his hand cupping your cheek, his mouth pressing against yours.

It didn’t take you long to respond to the kiss, despite the small shock it gave you when it fully registered. It was firm at first, a message sent and received, but it shifted more into something natural after a few moments. You wrapped your arms around him as Joel pulled you in closer, nearly brushing your body against his. His beard lightly scratched against you as he deepened the kiss, but you didn’t particularly care as you moved a hand up into his hair.

You were taken a little off guard by how much a part of you had been craving this type of closeness with him. You were attracted to him, had wanted to impress him at first and then just wanted to be closer once you could consider him a friend. A part of you could understand his reluctance, you had played a similar game of tug-of-war with yourself about your developing feelings for him. So, to be in his arms currently like you were was something else. The relief was almost intoxicating, making you almost reluctant to pull back, even with a lightheadedness from the lack of air forced you to.

Finally, you parted from the kiss somewhat, but didn’t really separate. You found yourself resting your head against his shoulder as you tightened your arms around him in an embrace. Joel wrapped his arms around you in return, your hands tightening into the fabric of his shirt in return as if telling yourself that this really was happening.

“I forgive you,” you muttered into his shoulder, “I know it’s not easy for you.”

“I’m still sorry,” he said, voice low and right above your ear before you felt him press a kiss to the side of your head.

You shut your eyes, soaking in the moment for as long as you could. You knew Ellie would be back soon, and you didn’t know how she’d react to the sight before her. Yet, you also suspected that she might not be completely surprised either, but it was hard to say with her.

One thing you knew was that you finally felt like you could be at home with them, in Jackson, instead of being separate and alone for the first time in years.

[thatoneevanfan]

Poly!Marauders x reader part 2

plot: The Marauders have tried to apologize and explain but Y/n was a bit distracted by some other people🫣

warnings: hurt/comfort(fr this time bc i lied last time and didn’t give you guys comfort) a bit ooc barty/regulus/evan (they’re kind of nice but not too nice)

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It had been about four days since the… situation. The marauders had been trying to get a hold of you for days, especially Remus. You really did not want it to be the end of your relationship with them but you also weren’t sure if you could continue on like this. You had been a wreck for the first two days but the situation actually you gave you the possibility to hang out with your other friends again. Ever since you were sorted into hufflepuff, there were some unkind people. You truly disliked them. Much to your surprise, you weren’t the only one that thought that way.

Regulus was the first to help you out. He had been getting into many arguments with those people and when he saw you, a helpless hufflepuff, he just had to help. The other two boys quickly jumped on the “helping the helpless hufflepuff” train. It was truly an unusual friendship, at least that’s what your boyfriends said.

Many people have told you or the marauders that they thought it was weird that they let you be friends with the “evil” trio. But many people actually didn’t know that you were friends with them for far longer than you have been with the Marauders. You always knew to appreciate the trio. However you barely found the time to hang out with them anymore. Most of your time was spent with the Marauders.

You were quite happy that they were the first to see you after the situation. So there you were, sitting on Evan’s bed, explaining the whole situation.

“They did what?!” Barty practically yells. “I mean I always told you that they weren’t good enough for you.” Evan shrugs. “How could my brother do something like that??” He exclaims with an expression close to disgust.

“Okay but who was the girl?” Evan asks curiously. “Okay so I need you three, to be as calm and collected about what i’m about to say.” You say. “Come on you know we’re always calm” They all laugh. “It was…Lilly.” You hesitate to say her name but practically whisper it. “It was WHO? No but like that’s so disrespectful, James used to have a HUGE crush on her.” Regulus yells out. You nod while biting my lip to stop myself from crying.

“Okay but like why did they do it?” Barty asks. “Because of the bet-“ You explain but get interrupted. “No no we get that but… why agree to the bet in the first place?” Evan continues. “That’s what im trying to figure out. I want to know who started the bet in the first place.” You explain. You ponder for a minute in silence and then speak up again. “Maybe I should go ask them.” “Are you insane? You’re not speaking to them! I’ll go ask them.” Regulus speaks up. You try to convince them to let you go ask but they end up winning anyway.

So here You were. Standing behind a corner to listen to their conversation. “Why can’t she ask herself?” Sirius spits the words at his brother. “Because *we* decided that it’s better if I ask. She’s too vulnerable right now. Thanks to you guys of course.” “Well there was that bet-“ Remus starts. “I get that but why agree?” He asks while rolling his eyes. “Lilly bet us 50 galleons we couldn’t ignore her for two days. We wanted to prove her wrong.” James shrugs. “I really wish you guys would have good excuses but you guys really aren’t helping your case.” Regulus sighs. You sigh sadly and leave, no longer wanting to listen to the conversation.

However waiting a few more seconds probably would have been a good idea.

“…and we wanted to use the money to by her a present. She has been talking about this hoodie from her favorite brand for ages. It costs exactly 50 galleons.” Remus smiles proudly. “See now that’s a good excuse!” Regulus smiles at them. “don’t tell her tho! we want to surprise her.” they agreed.

You had asked regulus what their answer was. He didn’t know that you were listening behind a corner. “They’re going to make it up to you I promise.” He reassures you. You were frustrated, considering you were now also feeling lied to by Regulus. You thought you were going insane so you took matters into your own hands.

You stomped up to the marauders and sighed aggressively. “What the fuck is your problem? I thought we were serious but I guess not. Your attention is worth 50 galleons or what?” I yell at them angrily, already feeling angry tears tear up in my eyes.

You look at the three boys and feel yourself get even angrier at the fact that they were smiling. “What you think this is funny? I should’ve believed Evan and Barty when they told me all you guys did was joke around. They told me you weren’t serious and I didn’t believe them.” You basically scream now. “Well i’m telling you one thing, i’m no longer taking part in whatever this is!” You yell.

“Please stop screaming Y/n. You need to hear us out.” Remus starts talking. “We wanted to use the 50 galleons to do something nice for you. We didn’t think about the consequences because we didn’t tell you about the bet beforehand. We just didn’t want to spoil the surprise.” He continues. James happily pulls out a present. You were feeling calmer now but still felt the adrenaline flowing through your veins.

You open the present and see the Hoodie. You were still a bit on edge but you could barely stay mad at them. “Okay fine… This is definitely a way to turn the bet around. But if you ever pull anything like this again I will hit you all!” You threaten. “Knew you couldn’t stay mad at us. James starts. “Oh no don’t think i’ve forgotten about you all ignoring me and hanging out with lily instead. I get you ignored me because of the bet and the gift but hanging out with Lily? Still mad about that.” You exclaim with a huff.

“…youre not breaking up with us tho?” Sirius asks.

“No. No, I am not. But you all better be on your best behaviors for the next year or so.”

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My longest one shot yet I think. Send me your requests! (please I am begging you)

[thearchercore]

Lando is someone who pays attention to what people say (he was a confirmed redditor, for example) and during this year it wasnt uncommon to see the awful take that he didn't race Max as hard as he should have because they're friends. The fact that he even HAD to clarify that it wasn't the case proves that people are stupid but I could see him trying to put some distance between them with those comments now that McLaren might become a WDC competitor fr next year. Personally think it's because he's a Brit drive who's firmly on Max' side instead of Lewis and we know how much media manipulation Still happens with regards to them

to be honest, lando is somehow always at the scene of the crime when it comes to being a too friendly racer.

in one instance, carlos dragged him into it, when he admitted he races everyone hard but keeps “half a centimeter more” of space for lando. in singapore, lando admitted to not trying to attack carlos because that would increase the possibility of them accidentally taking each other out and opening the podium for the merc cars.

if you compare it to, let's say charles and max, in a lot of cases they look like they would be able to kill each other on track, they may be friendly, but they will always leave it the moment the lights go out.

so while you have carlos publicly admitting he's more careful around lando to not ruin his race, on the other end of the spectrum you have charles stating he studied max's racing habits to pinpoint the moment where he would not expect him to overtake

MAX: I didn't expect Charles to go on the left into Turn 6 but it was a good move.

CHARLES: I saw an opportunity, I saw that Max was looking in the mirrors where I was expecting him to look in the mirror, so I made him think that I was going to the right, then I went to the left.

so when it comes to racing battles, lando never really dared to analyse max like this when he had the car to challenge him in certain races. charles had a car with a slower pace, so he had to come up with other ways to outsmart him to fight him on track.

that's what i think lando is trying to do now, distance himself from max so he's no longer perceived as his friend. at some point in this season, people started saying max should let lando have a win. zero thought behind it, just straight up saying that the power of friendship should be the reason lando achieves his first win.

so i think it also got into his head, let's see how this unfolds so we can further unpack lando's rebrand for the 2024 season.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts part 37

chapter 56:

1. 😦 they.. they put a mask on sirius? they put him in azkaban?? my boy!! no!

2. 😭😭 sirius having already killed three guards tho. i love him

3. “Bastards they may be, stupid they are not.”

4. “At least he gets the sound of his own voice, though, which is a huge improvement in his opinion.”

he’s so funny i love him. he’s a murderer! he fell in love with a servant! he loves the sound of his own voice! he’s demisexual! he volunteered for regulus twice! he likes wood carving! he called the random guard “stuart”! he convinced the head gamemaker to change the rules so he can keep his brother and best freind! he continues to obnoxiously sing when face to face with riddle!

no one is doing it like him, i fear

5. “"Sounds like you've had a shitty week," is what Sirius says, finally, when he can bring himself to speak.”” 😭😭 he’s so bold. my dear, you are chained in front of the most dangerous man in the world and you tell HIM that his life fucking sucks. my dear. the ABSOLUTE GALL you have

6. “"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."”

my DEAR

7. “”Kneel down on the floor before me like a dog and beg."”

i prefer this out of context. but in context, it’s riddle being an absolute bitch to sirius. like excuse you.

8. “Sirius Black is many, many things, but a peasant before a king is never and will never be one.” A-FUCKING-MEN

9. 😮 did sirius just BITE OFF A CHUNK OF RIDDLES ARM??? praise be

10. marylily?? marylily??? MARYLILY??? going feral at any and all hints towards them

11. “"I like your legs," Lily says stupidly, because her brain and mouth have disconnected briefly, apparently.”

bbg i’m in love with you 😭😭

12. aww any mentions of petunia from lily break my heart

13. lily being so desperately in love with mary is my new drug

14. REMUS AND LILY FALLING RIGHT BACK INTO ROUTINE WITH BEING OBNOXIOUS TO EACH OTHER >>>>>>>>

15. “Lily gave him his [cigarette] first in six years days ago, and he'd coughed through the whole thing, then smoked five more back-to-back.”

16. “A stranger is just someone you haven't met yet. What do you call someone you knew better than yourself that you no longer recognize? A ghost?”

wtf wtf wtf that’s insane to write. lily and remus did NOT deserve this

17. “Lily has never known a Remus afraid of freedom, and Remus has never known a Lily afraid of love.”

18. “because they're still two bodies and one heart after all this time, if nothing else.”

that is beautiful and i’m forever grateful of the way the marauders fandom puts emphasis on the importance of friendships. like, this isn’t about a romantic couple. that is said about FRIENDS. friends got that description of their love for each other.

19. the fact that their friendship is so close, remus can REACH INTO LILY’S bra (to grab a cig) and she’s just upset cause his hands are cold.

20. crying actually, cause of all things to break me this chapter, it’s the fact that sirius and effie smoke together

21. oof i have a bad feeling about how dorlene is gonna end up

22. 😦😦 marlene gives the ring back. wtfffff damn that hurtsss

23. “”I am telling you this explicitly, right now, if you shoot your shot and fuck up in any way, I will let her pick a part of your body to take as a trophy, then remove it and give it to her. Still interested?"

"Even more so," Rodolphus says, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's got crazy friends, too. That's hot."”

me fr 😌 give me insane bitches (oh wait. maybe IM the crazy person)

24. 😳 practically fifteen seconds of flirting and he and barty decided to go fuck. that’s fucking insane. IS THIS HOW ALLOS ARE??? LIKE THEY CAN DO THAT??? (not all allos obviously, but some can do that??)

25. the way servants (slaves) are treated in the hallow make me angry beyond belief. like, seething white hot anger

26. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!! THEY FIXED JAMES’ EYESIGHT AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED

27. riddle tortured sirius and lemme jsut say, if someone told that to remus and regulus, the war would be over in a day flat

28. “The odds are not in Riddle's favor. If you ask James, he'll bet on his people every fucking time. It's not a game of chance, or luck, but a game of faith—and James has that in spades.” james’ loyalty is probably my favorite character trait of his

29. honorary authors note mention: “also lmaooo sirius literally in prison and still killing people 😭 he really said: you put me in prison, im gonna commit crimes, duh 🙄 he's everything to me”

30. honorary authors note mention pt 2: “rodolphus "i will hit every step on the crazy ladder if it kills me" lestrange living his truth and getting with the most insane, available people he meets every chance he gets””