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rootedinrevisions · 27 days ago

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In the Wings: Part 2

SUMMARY: In the midst of the chaos on set, quiet moments between you and Glen begin to weave a subtle tapestry of connection. As coffee cups become shared tokens of affection and playful banter fills the air, the chemistry between you deepens, revealing layers of warmth and humor. From lighthearted discussions about makeup to Glen’s unexpected revelations about his sisters’ influence, every encounter blurs the lines of professionalism and friendship, leaving you both questioning what lies beneath the surface.

OTHER PARTS: PART 1

WARNINGS: None.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

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The sun wasn’t even up yet, but you were already on set, clinging to your cup of coffee like it was a lifeline. The early morning chill bit at your skin, and you stifled a yawn as you prepped your station. It was only the second or third day of filming, and the early call times were starting to catch up with you.

Just as you took a sip, Glen walked in for hair and makeup, practically bouncing through the door. He was already in costume, a grin stretched across his face as he greeted the crew. “Morning!” he called out cheerfully, like it wasn’t 5 a.m.

You raised an eyebrow, barely able to muster the energy to lift your cup. “How are you so awake right now?” you asked, your voice groggy with exhaustion.

He chuckled as he sank into the chair in front of your mirror. “Well, I’m on coffee number three,” he said, holding up an empty mug like it was a trophy.

You let out a tired laugh, holding up your half-empty cup. “I’m still clinging to my first. You must have some magic metabolism, because I don’t think my body could handle three.”

He grinned at you in the mirror, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “You’ve gotta pace yourself. It’s all about timing. Coffee every forty-five minutes.”

“Oh, is that the secret?” you teased, rubbing your eyes. “I’ll have to take notes. The rest of us mortals are just barely hanging on.”

“Aw, c’mon, you’ve got this,” he said with an easy smile. “Just have another cup. Or two. And maybe a power nap between takes.”

“I wish!” you scoffed, tying your hair back and grabbing a comb to start on his hair. “What’s the longest you’ve ever been on set without a break?”

“Hmm.” He tilted his head, thinking for a second. “Probably twenty hours straight for a shoot that kept getting delayed. Every time we were about to wrap, something went wrong. It was brutal. But, hey, I survived.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Twenty hours? That’s insane. How did you not collapse?”

Glen shrugged, looking a little proud of himself. “A lot of coffee, again. But mostly adrenaline. When you’re on set, there’s this energy that keeps you going. It’s weird, but it works.”

You snorted. “Yeah, that’s not how it works for me. I think I’d just fall asleep standing.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and it made you smile despite your exhaustion. “You? Nah, I’ve seen you on set. You’ve got this calm, focused vibe. I bet you’d be fine.”

“Focused, maybe,” you admitted, smoothing out the front of his hair. “Calm? Not so sure.”

“Well, you fake it well,” he teased, making you smile again. “Seriously, though, you seem like you’ve got a good handle on things.”

You paused for a second, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Thanks. It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest. But, I mean, who wouldn’t be excited to work on something like this? Top Gun? That’s bucket list stuff.”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up at the mention of the film. “It really is, isn’t it? I still have moments where I look around and think, ‘Wow, this is actually happening.’”

“Do you get nervous?” you asked, genuinely curious. “Like, before big scenes?”

“All the time,” he admitted with a chuckle. “It’s part of the job. But you’ve just gotta roll with it. Once you’re in the moment, it’s like everything else fades away. The adrenaline kicks in and you just... do it.”

You finished with his hair and set down the comb, wiping your hands on a towel. “I guess I’ll need some of that adrenaline to get through this day.”

“You will,” he said confidently, standing up and stretching his arms. “But if not, there’s always coffee number two waiting for you.”

You laughed again, the weight of the early morning starting to lift a little. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Glen flashed you a quick smile, he grabbed his cup and started to walk out, pausing for a moment at the door. “Hey,” he called back, “if you need a coffee buddy, I’m always down for round four.”

You grinned, shaking your head as you watched him go. “I’ll hold you to that.”

* * * *

It was mid-morning by the time Glen made his way back to your trailer for a touch-up. The wind had done a number on his hair during the earlier shoot, and you had just set your tools down when the door swung open. Glen stepped in, holding not one, but two cups of coffee.

You looked up from your chair, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were on coffee number three this morning? You’re really pushing it now.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “This one’s not for me.” He stepped closer, extending one of the cups toward you. “I noticed your coffee order earlier and figured you could use a refill.”

Surprised, you blinked, glancing between him and the cup. “You got this for me?”

Glen grinned, nodding. “Yep. Figured you could use a little pick-me-up since we both know this day isn’t getting any shorter.”

You took the cup, a smile spreading across your face as you read the label. He’d gotten your order exactly right. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or concerned that you memorized my coffee order this quickly.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t have much choice. You had it written on the side of your cup earlier. Made my life easier.”

You shook your head, amused by his attention to detail. “Still, I appreciate it. What do I owe you?”

Glen waved it off, sliding into your makeup chair with ease. “Nah, it’s on me. Consider it a thank you for always making me look presentable on camera.”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin as you took a sip. “I suppose that’s a fair trade,” you teased, setting your cup down before getting to work on fixing his hair. “Though, I have to admit, I was pretty close to giving up after seeing the state of this mess. The wind really did a number on you today.”

He groaned dramatically, glancing at his reflection. “I know, right? One gust and everything goes haywire.”

“Lucky for you, that’s what I’m here for,” you replied with a grin, starting to smooth out the strands. As you worked, you couldn’t help but feel the small shift in the air between you two. The conversation was flowing easier now, the silences comfortable rather than awkward.

Glen stayed relaxed in the chair, watching you work through the mirror. “You’re too good at this,” he said, his tone warm but casual. “Honestly, you make it seem effortless.”

You chuckled, your hands continuing to move through his hair. “Well, after enough practice, it kind of becomes second nature. Though, I’d say you’re not the worst hair disaster I’ve had to deal with.”

“Oh? And who holds that honor?”

You smirked. “I’m not naming names, but let’s just say it involved a lot of sweat and an unfortunate run-in with a stunt double.”

He laughed again, a deep, easy sound that made the atmosphere feel even lighter. “That sounds like a story I need to hear sometime.”

“Maybe after coffee number four,” you teased, stepping back to admire your work. His hair was back in place, not a strand out of order.

He turned to face you with a grateful smile. “Thanks. For the hair, and for... everything.”

You smiled softly, leaning against the counter. “You’re welcome. And thanks for the coffee. You might’ve just saved my afternoon.”

Glen stood, grabbing his own cup and raising it in a mock toast. “Consider it a small price to pay for making me look good.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he gave you a quick wink before heading back out. The gesture was small, but it left a warmth that lingered long after he was gone.

* * * *

A week or two passed and you had started to feel more comfortable with the routine on set. It was mid-morning, and Glen was back in your chair for a makeup touch-up after the first few hours of shooting. The trailer was quiet except for the hum of the lights, and the steady rhythm of brushes against his skin had lulled both of you into a comfortable silence. You were focused, making sure the base was even, when Glen suddenly broke the quiet.

"Is that the NARS bronzer you’re using?" he asked casually, his tone light.

You froze mid-application, staring down at the palette in your hand with raised eyebrows. "Wait... how do you know that?"

Glen chuckled, his grin spreading wide across his face. "I’ve got two sisters and a niece. Trust me, I’ve been a test dummy for enough makeup experiments to know the basics."

You blinked, half-impressed and half-amused. "Okay, I did not see that coming. So, what—are you secretly a makeup guru?"

He laughed again, the sound warm and relaxed. "Hardly. I just know a few things here and there. Like... contouring, highlighting, and... uh, what’s that thing where you use tape to get a sharp wing?"

"You're talking about the tape trick for eyeliner?" you asked, genuinely surprised by his knowledge.

"Yeah! That’s the one. My niece was all about it for her school dance last year." He shifted slightly in the chair, his expression softening as he talked about his family. "Lauren and Leslie, my sisters, used to rope me into their makeup sessions when we were younger. They were relentless, but I didn’t mind too much."

You smiled as you reached for a different brush. "Well, that explains why you seem so comfortable in this chair. You’re a pro."

Glen shrugged, still grinning. "Hey, I’ve survived worse. And you’re way better than my sisters were back in the day."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and as you worked, the usual professional boundary between the two of you seemed to soften a little more. He felt at ease with you, and you realized that Glen wasn’t just another actor in your chair—he was kind, thoughtful, and had an unexpected way of making the most routine moments feel personal.

"So, should I expect you to start recommending products to the other guys?" you teased, giving him a playful look as you added the finishing touches.

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Maybe I should! I mean, have you seen the state of some of their skin? A little moisturizer wouldn’t hurt."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Right? I should help them get a good skincare routine down. 'Hey, guys, just a tip—sunscreen is your friend!'"

Glen leaned back in the chair, nodding seriously. "Exactly! 'You want to be the next big action star? You can't be looking like a potato on screen.'"

"Or like they just came from a three-day camping trip," you added, chuckling.

He chuckled along with you, leaning slightly closer as the laughter faded. "Maybe I should start a YouTube channel—'Glen Powell's Grooming Tips.' I could go viral."

"Just don’t forget to credit me as your makeup artist," you replied, a grin on your face. "I expect a solid shout-out for all the hard work."

"Of course! You’ll be my secret weapon," he said, his eyes catching yours in the mirror. There was a warmth in his gaze, a hint of something unspoken lingering between you. "But really, I’m just glad to have someone like you to make me look good. You’re the best."

You felt a warmth spread across your cheeks as you brushed off the compliment with a smile. It was just another easy conversation, another private moment, but something about it left an impression. There was a comfort between you and Glen, a kind of unspoken understanding that made these small moments feel... different.

* * * *

The set was buzzing with activity as the crew prepared for the next scene. You were stationed at a portable makeup station, surrounded by an array of brushes, palettes, and hair products. The air was filled with the chatter of cast and crew, punctuated by the sounds of cameras rolling and directors calling for action.

As you touched up the makeup of one of the actresses, you caught sight of Glen out of the corner of your eye. He was leaning against a nearby wall, watching the scene unfold with a casual air, but you could see the moment his gaze shifted to you.

A few moments later, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way over, his usual smile lighting up his face. “Hey, you,” he said, his voice warm amidst the commotion.

“Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you were filming?” you replied, pausing your work to give him your full attention.

“Just wrapped a scene, and I figured I’d come see what you’re up to,” he said, casually leaning against the makeup station. “Plus, I wanted to make sure you’re not working too hard. You know, it’s a tough job keeping all of us looking good.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re all pretty easy to work with. It’s the directors who give me a run for my money. They keep changing their minds about how they want the characters to look.”

Glen feigned horror, placing a hand over his heart. “What? How dare they disrupt your creative process? Next, they’ll be telling me I can’t wear this shirt!” He gestured to his fitted T-shirt, a playful glint in his eye.

“Don’t worry; I think the shirt is safe for now,” you teased back, feeling more at ease with each playful exchange. “But I’m glad you stopped by. It’s nice to have a break from all the chaos.”

He nodded, his expression growing more sincere. “I totally get that. It’s nice to just hang out for a bit, you know? Plus, I enjoy hearing you talk about makeup and all the behind-the-scenes stuff.”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his interest. “Most guys wouldn’t care about that.”

“Hey, I’m not most guys,” he replied, his tone mock-serious. “I have sisters. I’ve learned to appreciate the art of makeup and hair. Besides, it’s fascinating to see how you work your magic.”

You grinned, flattered by his words. “Well, if you’re ever interested in a lesson, I could always use a willing model.”

“Model, huh?” He feigned deep thought, tapping his chin dramatically. “Do I get to pick my look? Maybe I want a smoky eye... or glitter? I could rock a bold lip, you know.”

“Glitter?” you echoed, your laughter ringing out. “Now that’s a bold choice, Glen. I’m not sure the world is ready for that level of glam.”

“Challenge accepted,” he said, crossing his arms with a mock-seriousness. “But only if you promise to take pictures. I want proof when I’m famous!”

“Sure! I’ll make sure to use the most flattering angles,” you replied, your smile widening.

“Hey, you’re the expert. I trust your judgment,” he said, leaning in closer, his tone dropping slightly. “But really, I appreciate you. You make all of this so much easier.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks, Glen. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Anytime,” he said, giving you a playful nudge. “Alright, I should probably let you get back to work before the directors send a search party for me. But I’ll be around if you need a break.”

“Deal,” you said, watching him walk away with a lightness in your chest, knowing that these moments were becoming more frequent and meaningful.

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dreamywriter143 · 1 year ago

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Breathtaking

Status: Part 3 of ‘Breathtaking’ and 'Breathtaking Pt 2' (FINAL)

Paring: Neteyam x Human Reader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of death, Romance, Humor, Jealousy.

Summary: As Neteyam and Y/n grow closer together so do their feelings for one another. And forbidden love blossoms unknowingly, both parties feeling to scared to express it to one another.

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: A direct continuation of 'Breathtaking Pt2'

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Y/n paces behind Lo’ak, Spider and Kiri. Her head hanging low as she slowly trudged behind them. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her fingers fiddling out of nervousness. She bit her lip furiously as anxiety settled deep with her stomach also causing her to almost retch. She couldn't help but feel fear, anxiety and nervousness about what's to come.

Neteyam, who had been pacing beside her slow pace, smirks in amusement. If Y/n had ears and a tail they would have been fidgeting like crazy right now. He found it funny how even though they were not the same species he was able to tell what she was feeling, just by watching her.

“You’re fidgeting” Neteyam points out, his tone laced with mirth.

Y/n jumped at his tone, her deep thoughts caused her to forget that the 8ft Na’vi was beside her. Smiling down at her as if she had done something funny.

“Am I? Why would I-I’m not nervous!”

“Didn’t say you were,” Neteyam smirks fully, watching how she didn’t seem to have control over her words. Y/n pouts, her cheeks flushing pink, a sight that Neteyam always adored.

“Wanna tell me what’s bothering you ka’lin flaw’m?” (Sweet cheeks) Neteyam teases, watching her cheeks burn brightly at the new nickname that has always enlisted the same response. Y/n sputters in embarrassment before being able to formulate actual words.

“I’-I….I’m just nervous. I haven’t met any Na’vi other than you guys…and I’m more scared about meeting your family” Y/n admits, her lips becoming more swollen at how harshly she bit them. Neteyam’s eyes soften at her words, slowing down to halt her steps as he places a comforting hand on her shoulder. He offers her a genuine smile to help comfort her.

“You have nothing to worry about Tsawksyul, you think Lo’ak did tell them about you?-'' Neteyam chuckles at the memory of their many shared dinners where Lo’ak spoke of Y/n with such interest.

His family had been notified of Y/n very early on and they knew she would come to visit them and the rest of the clan today. Though Neytiri was stern on the matter, after Jake reassured her that it would be ok she came to an understanding. Not too happy over the fact a human has been taking all her children’s time as of late. She agreed to it only because all her children spoke wisely and fondly of her. Especially her eldest, Neteyam.

“-He practically talked their ears off over the fact he’s met a human who can breathe without a mask! And about how kind you are. You are his favorite human and that’s saying something” Neteyam encourages, his ears standing up in happiness as a smile crosses the girl's face. Something he had been missing the moment he and his siblings came to pick her up from the base.

Y/n giggles, peering up at the taller male who had crouched down to her level. Her eyes fill with adoration as they trace over his features, her blush not ceasing as she utters out the next few words.

“Do you think I’m kind?” She asks, sounding hopeful.

Neteyam sighs out dreamily, his large hand tucking a strand of her soft hair behind her hair. He smiles softly, his eyes tracing over her eyes and landing on her plump lips.

“Kind, doesn't begin to cover how I feel,”

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��Y/m/f/n?!?!” Neytiri calls when her eyes land on the tiny human walking alongside her eldest, who stood by her protectively. The little human in question casts a confusing glance between Neytiri and Neteyam, confused as to why his mother uttered her own mothers name.

“T-that’s…my moth-”

Neytiri roughly pulls away from her mate's grasp as she crosses the few steps towards the girl at an alarming speed. Neteyam braces himself to protect Y/n from his mother if needed, his legs ready to evade the attack that never came. Neytiri crouches down right before Y/n, pulling her in for a gentle hug.

“Oh thank you great mother, thank you!!” Neytiri whispers into the smaller girl's hair, tears streaming down her face. Y/n melts into the embrace, the feeling of a motherly figure holding her so delicately causing her to choke up as well.

Neytiri slowly pulls away, still holding the girl's shoulders as if she were scared that Y/n would disappear. Y/n wipes her face in embarrassment as Neytiri sighs out, as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Neteyam’s tail swishes behind him stiffly, carefully watching the entire interaction.

“Y-you knew my mother…?” Y/n asks softly, recalling all the logs and Norms and Max’s stories of her mother immersing herself in Na’vi culture, offering her aid and growing close to Neytiri who had been there the day she was born.

“I did. She was a wonderful woman, someone I called my sister….” Neytiri admits softly, her mate Jake quietly walking closer towards them. His eyes widening momentarily at the uncanny resemblance between Y/n and her mother they had lost years ago.

“I thought I lost both of you that day….You look just like your mother.” Neytiri muses, casting a glance at her son who was still weary of her being this close to Y/n. Neteyam smiles at his mother's glance, trying not to show how happy he was that his mother immediately accepted Y/n upon first glance.

“What's your name, little one?”

“Her name is Y/n '' Neteyam says softly, his eyes turning to Y/n.

A human that represented change, a new change that he welcomed with open arms. Maybe she is the key to their future, the key to live alongside humans harmoniously. She was a gift in his eyes, and his expression showed his feelings blatantly, which caused Jake to smirk.

“Beautiful ... .just like you” Neytiri whispers, wiping the tears from her cheek as she smiles fondly at Y/n.

Neteyam who still stayed beside Y/n the entire time smiles wide at his mothers words, words he truly believed as well.

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After the well received introduction to the clan a few weeks ago, Y/n was granted full availability into the clan. She was able to watch in on riding sessions of direhorses, she was able to watch Mo’at work her magic on wounded villagers and she was even welcomed to meals with the Sully’s.

Though there would be a tiny disagreement on where she would sit (mostly a disagreement between Neytiri and Neteyam, both wanting Y/n to sit near them) other than that her days were filled with lessons and adventure.

What she could only dream of, finally coming true at last. The villagers also recognized her efforts to help around, whether it be assisting the elderly with moving things she was able to carry to helping Mo’at with her healing practices. The villagers were happy and welcoming of her, wanting to get to know her as well.

“Hi!! I’m No’eng, I see you around the village a lot. Nice to meet you” A male Na’vi who had approached Neteyam and Y/n as they were holding baskets for Mo’at, smiled at Y/n. Almost fully disregarding Neteyam who glares at the older, yet shorter boy. His curious eyes take in her form, analyzing her from top to bottom.

“Oh! I’m Y/n, nice to meet you too!” Y/n smiles wide, appreciating how the male chooses to crouch down to her level for an easier conversation. Neteyam clears his throat, the male’s attention leaving Y/n’s stature to face him.

“Hi Neteyam”

“Hi.”

“So….-” The male looks back at Y/n. Flashing a charming smile that has her blushing. “-if you ever want to hang around, I can show you some cool stuff. Also I’d love to get to know you better, I’m curious about a human as unique as you” he adds, flashing his pearly whites.

Feeling quite nervous under his calculating gaze, Y/n glances at Neteyam who had his jaws clenched tightly, “Oh-that’s nice but-”

“It’s ok No’eng, I’ve got her”

No’eng offers Y/n a quick smile before standing up to face Neteyam, who doesn't back down though he is speaking to someone who is older than him. “Oh. I thought you were busy with your duties?” No’eng asks, tilting his head in question.

“I can work around my schedule” Neteyam seethes through clenched teeth, his free hand reaching down to grasp Y/n’s tiny ones.

“C’mon Y/n, we're leaving” Neteyam announces, tugging her softly.

“Oh…ok. See you around” Y/n hurriedly replies as she follows Neteyam the longer route to Mo'at's tent.

“What was that about?”

“It’s nothing, let’s go”

“It sure didn’t feel like nothing”

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Y/n rests her head on her palm as she lazily stares at the Na’vi in front of her, working on his bow. His fingers glide against the bow with ease as he carves delicately into the wood.

Y/n smiles softly to herself admiring the beauty that Neteyam provided. When did he steal her heart? She didn’t know. All that she did know was her growing infatuation with the taller Na’vi that she came to a realization not too long ago.

It just seemed like her love came out of nowhere, and at the wrong time. Y/n had been moping over her love for Neteyam as she watched the way several female Na’vi their age would approach him. All with the desire to mate the future Olo’eyktan.

Y/n knew her feelings had no potential. No matter how much she loved him, they were not the same species. Not meant to be. She couldn’t express her feelings even if she wanted to. They were of two worlds. And she knew she had no chance.

“Y/n?” Neteyam calls worriedly, catching the h/c girl off guard as she jumps in her seat.

“Oh sorry! You were saying something?” Y/n replies quickly, her cheeks stained crimson at being caught gawking at him. And if Neteyam noticed her lovesick stare, he didn’t say anything about it. His thoughts occupy his entire thoughts at the moment.

“Kiri saw you with No’eng yesterday” he states, his eyes watching her for any lie she would present. Unfortunately for him, Y/n was the purest soul he could have ever met. She never lied, her truth always slipping out of her.

“Oh yea! He ran into me on his way to the Tsahik’s tent. I helped him out with the minor wound he wanted to inquire about. Thank goodness I carry my medical pouch with me” Y/n says proudly, patting her pouch strapped to her waist filled with first aid as well as herbs she felt came in handy with her medicinal practice.

Neteyam clears his throat, noting how she answered him so innocently. Clearly she didn’t have any ill intentions with her interactions with that specific Na’vi. But Neteyam knew, No’eng did.

“So you…helped him?”

“Yes!…was that wrong?”

Neteyam shakes his head, he always admired how easily Y/n jumped into helping anyone. But in this case he would have to pretend he didn’t feel too offended by her actions to spare her feelings.

“No, it’s just you’ve never done that for me”

Y/n’s mouth forms into an ‘o’, her eyes crinkling as she lets out an amused chuckle at his expense.

“Because you always come back unscathed. And when you do injure yourself your always run off to Mo’at before I can assess the injury”

Neteyam smirks at her words, proof that he was a great warrior, rarely getting hurt during missions and hunts. He slyly raises an eyebrow, leaning towards her his bow long forgotten.

“So you're saying if I get injured and come to you ... .you'll help?”

“Of course!”

~few moments later~

Y/n hums to herself, her fingers working carefully to pull the herbs she had been tasked to bring for Mo’at. She takes a whiff of the smell of the particular herb, the minty aroma filling her senses.

“Y/n!”

Neteyam bursts through the bushes startling Y/n and Tuk who was busy weaving a flower crown nearby. Neteyam was clutching his hand against his chest as Y/n ran to him in alarm, dropping the herbs along the way. Just as she is in front of him, her eyes trace over his body in worry. Landing on the hand he clutched close to himself.

“Neteyam!? What’s wrong?”

She shakily reaches out to bush her delicate soft fingers against his arm, missing the smile that spreads across his lips as he reveals the wound.

“Oh my god, what happened”

Neteyam shrugs off her concern, sitting down on the ground to which Y/n follows. Her hand rubs soothingly along the wound as she grabs her pouch in a hurry.

“I got a cut from my arrow”

Y/n bites her lips from laughing out loud as she works to clean and bandage the tiny but deep wound. The entire time Neteyam was unmoving, watching how she moved so gracefully to tend to his tiny cut and had not realized that she had finished before she even started.

“There, all better” Y/n announces, wiping around the wound while smiling down at her handiwork. Just as she finishes she looks up to Neteyam, only to catch his eyes already locked onto her, a shit eating grin across his lips.

“Why are you smiling like that…..” Y/n questions looking back at the wound and at his smug face.

Y/n tilts her head, his eyes widening in realization as she pieced everything together. Neteyam was very careful, calculated as you should be as a warrior. He wouldn't, he couldn’t get a tiny cut from handling a mere arrow head. It just wasn't like him. It was as if he…intended on getting hurt. Though very minor, it granted him a tiny precious moment with Y/n, the same moment he was jealous of nothing she did the same to No’eng.

“You planned this--didn’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re insinuating Y/n,”

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“Oh!! That's pretty neat” Norm compliments, his fingers brushing over the beautiful rock on Y/n’s desk. Even in the dimly lit room of the base the rock glittering beautifully, graining his attention as Norm carefully picks up the beautiful rock for further and up close inspection.

Upon hearing Norm, Y/n swoops around in her seat. Her eyes widen as she quickly gets up to make sure Norm was handling the rock with utmost care.

“Careful!!!” Y/n says, cupping her hands near Norm’s as if ready to catch it should it slip from his firm grasp. Norm chuckles, his eyes scanning over her panicked state over a mere rock.

“What's wrong? This isn't my first time handling a rock Y/n, what's so special about this one?” Norm asked quizzically, his eyebrows raised as he finally set the rock back down.

He watched in amusement at how Y/n sighs out in relief when it's set on top of her desk. Her very sturdy desk where it had been placed, days ago.

“I-It's just a rock, a pretty rock! That's why-”

“Neteyam gave it” Spider butts in, peeking his head in through the door. Y/n immediately flushes pink at his words, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

It was indeed a gift from Neteyam, along with many others he had given her. He had been showering Y/n with little trinkets for a while now that she had carefully wrapped and added to her growing collection that was kept hidden in her room.

She didn't want anyone to ask questions as to why she had them or who gave them to her. Her heart always soaring whenever Neteyam bought her something of Pandora’s beauty as a gift. At first it seemed out of the blue, but Y/n was ecstatic nevertheless.

And over time it progressed to a regular occurrence. Neteyam would bring rocks, features, flowers from his hunts and missions. He brought her anything that he thought was beautiful and could interest her.

He had even hunted and forged fruits for her, which he always asked his father if it was safe for human consumption before he presented them to her, which they shared in each other's presence.

Y/n loved the way his chest would puff out with pride when she would marvel at his hunting and foraging stills. He had even weaved her a little pouch to carry with her when she was in the mood for gathering herbs or specimens.

Y/n felt honored that Neteyam always thought of her, butterflies would erupt deep within her when she would realize that on his missions he would take the time to find something for her.

Beautiful gifts that Y/n began looking forward to.

But that's all they were. Gifts. Despite a small part of her wishing they were courting gifts, Y/n knew that was too good to be true. Though she did notice how Neteyam never seemed to give any other female such gifts. She chalked it up to Neteyam taking his training and learning way too seriously to look for a mate. To him, she thought of herself as mere entertainment. A friend.

“Spider! You little!!” Y/n growls , trying to get past Norm to slap the smug look on her friend's face. Norm holds her back chuckling at her antics, a small part of him panging with interest.

“Is this the first time?” Norm asks when Y/n shows no sign of going after Spider. Y/n opens her mouth to speak, to lie about how many gifts she had carefully stashed away for her viewing only.

“Plenty! Neteyam always brings her stuff from his hunts and missions! He even gave her the arrow head he had fashioned into a necklace from one of his very successful hunts!” Spider snickers, recalling how Y/n had blushed so intensely when she was given the very generous and thoughtful offering. The best gift in her opinion, that she dared not to wear just to preserve it for all of eternity.,

Norm’s eyes widen, his jaw going slightly ajar. If that wasn’t a sign the Neteyam, the future Olo’eyktan, was courting Y/n. He didn't know what else it was.

“You're dead!!” Y/n hisses, running past Norm to run after Spider. His cackles fill the corridor as he rushes towards the lab, fully intending on running outside where he knew he would most like loose Y/n. He hurriedly places his Exo-pack on while rushing past the door he had managed to press open in time.

“Come back here!!!” Y/n roars with bubbling anger, stopping to press in the code as the door swooshes open. She stumps in heavily, ready to murder Spider with her bare hands for embarrassing her only to stop a few feet from a smirking Spider. And Neteyam, who was crouched behind him.

A breathing mask hangs from his neck as he watches the anger from Y/n eyes disappear as she realizes Neteyam had dropped by, and was in the comfort of the lab.

“Uhhhhh” Y/n’s brain short circuits , her whole face flushing deep crimson realizing how not only had she been angered over the teasing over the certain Na’vi. But said Na’vi also saw her stomp into the lab, fully angered. Could the situation have been any more mortifying?

“Hi Neteyam… h-…Hi!!” Y/n stutters, placing her hands being her back hoping he didn't notice her fists ready to knock Spider into a different universe.

“Hi Tsawksyul, is everything ok?” Neteyam asks, glancing in between Spider and Y/n. Y/n could have sworn Spider’s smirk widened at his words as she tried to force a smile.

“Yea bro, Y/n was just telling me how great I am. Isn’t that right Y/n?” Spider tilts his head mockingly as Y/n writes a mental note to deal with him later.

“Y-yea, that's right. What a…g-great guy” Y/n says through her clenched teeth.

Neteyam chuckles in amusement as he carefully crosses the distance towards Y/n. He pulls out his hair as he unwraps his fist. Y/n let's out a gasp as she stares at the beautiful gem, it looked ethereal as it glitters beautifully. It was clear, like water but had an iridescent sheen to it, a beauty Y/n had never seen.

“I found this gem near the river, I wanted to weave it into a band of some sort but I got a little too excited to show you. Do you like it?” Neteyam asks softly, nervously watching how Y/n’s focused on the gem that he places in her awaiting smaller ones. Y/n caress the smooth surface of the gem, her eyes marveling at its beauty.

“Like it? I love it! It's so beautiful Neteyam!! Thank you!”

Y/n leaps into Neteyam’s arms, catching him off guard for a second which he quickly recovers by wrapping his larger arm around her to prevent her from falling.

Though Y/n and Neteyam had grown extremely close to one another, other than holding hands and poking each other teasingly they rarely hugged. Y/n tried to implement ‘friendly’ hugs into their daily routine, loving how her smaller body always melted against his larger one.

But choose no to continue on with it due to how much her heart would beat out of her chest. She didn't want Neteyam knowing how much she loved hugging him.

Unbeknownst to her, Neteyam always sought out her hugs, feeling like he was truly a fine warrior when he hugged her because when his body wrapped around her he felt as though he was protecting her. And the fact then when she was this close to him he was able to smell her, up close. A scent he couldn't help but adore.

“N-no problem. I'm glad you like it!” Neteyam replies as Y/n carefully pulls away to stand in front of him, smiling wide.

Neteyam felt his heart soar, his little Tsawksyul accepting another gift that he acquired for her. Setting hope deep within him as he secretly prepared the main gift he wished to give her soon.

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Y/n’s hand stayed clasped with Neteyam’s larger ones the entire walk here, especially when Neteyam had informed her he had something he wanted to show her. A surprise, in his words.

But once the ‘thing’ he wanted to show her came into view, Y/n’s hand immediately slipped through his finger as she mindlessly walked towards the beautiful; and breathtaking structure, her eyes drinking it in as she drew near.

Neteyam quietly watches how she steps closer to their sacred trees, her steps timid and careful, Her breathing escaping out on soft gasp as she scanned the trees from the roots to the highest tendril she could get into view.

“This is the tree of souls, our most sacred place” Neteyam says soft;ly, making sure to keep his voice quiet so as to not surprise her in her awe filled gaze. Y/n slowly turns to Neteyam, her smile stretching wide. She turns back to the tree as Neteyam’s ears twitch, his eyes traveling to the sky above as he notices a few Atokirina float towards him, his eyes growing fond at the sight.

“Wow Neteyam, it’s magnificent. My mother spoke of this place in her logs, she wasn't well enough during her pregnancy to come out to see it ... .I can’t believe I’m here” Y/n speak softly, biting her lips as her eyes gloss over sightly. Feeling overwhelmed. Neteyam nods at her words, the feeling radiating from the trees soothing and filled with hope.

“It's a place very important to us, it’s a place where prayers are heard. And sometimes answered” Neteyam explains, stepping closer to a tendril near him. He holds it within his grasp as Y/n watches it glow under his hold. Her eyes sting with slight envy knowing that the Na’vi can connect with such an amazing structure.

Y/n catches a glimpse of an Atokirina that floats closer to them, just floating above Neteyam’s head.

“I wish I could connect with it ...have a connection with Ewya like you do” Y/n mumbles out, her eyes watching how Neteyam smiles fondly at the woodsprite that landed on his palm. It flutters under his touch before it floats away, and towards Y/n.

Neteyam smiled reassuringly, his eyes watching carefully as Y/n reached out to let the pure spirit land on her palm. She smiles sadly at the spirit who stays there, finding comfort in her wrath as she refuses to move away, refusing to let the pure spirit leave her hand, the only thing that made her feel welcomed. A part of the clan.

“You do have a connection, '' Neteyam states, crouching down to her level. He scoots closer to her, his eyes dancing in between the woodsprite and her face as she tilts her head in confusion.

“Huh? How so?” Y/n asks, making sure not to scare the atokirina away. Neteyam chuckles, as if he knew something she didn't.

“You have a connection with Ewya, you are special Y/n. Don’t you see? You’ve been granted the ability to survive in our environment, with no aid from your human devices. Something that you are gifted with and others lack the ability to decipher.-” Neteyam smiles, watching Y/n’s eyes grow wide at his words. Her eyes gloss over with a thick layer of tears as she turns back to the woodsprite . As if to agree with Neteyam it flutters, tickling her palm to which she lets out a giggle.

“ -You've been chosen by Ewya, You are one of us Y/n” Neteyam adds just as the woodsprite slowly floats back up into the tree. Y/n faces Neteyam, desperately trying to hold back a sob. Neteyam places a hand on her shoulder, reeling her in for a hug. Y/n melts into the embrace, her hands forming into tiny fists, her face buried into Neteyam’s broad chest.

“Oh Neteyam '' Y/n whispers, her words shakily leaving her trembling lips. She tried to hold in her resolve only for it to crumble into Neteyam’s soft embrace, her shoulders shaking as Neteyam tried to soothe her, rubbing her back.

“Thank you,…thank you so much” Y/n mumbles, sobs racking her body as Neteyam presses a featherlight kiss against her hair, breathing in her scent deeply. If Y/n had not been so emotional she would have exploded at the gesture, but now, it felt reassuring. Comforting. For that fleeting moment she truly felt like one of the people, one of the clan, despite being a tawtute.

“Don’t cry my Tsawksyul, I’m only speaking the truth” Neteyam murmurs, his eyes turning above whilst still holding tightly. His eyes follow a few atokirina that float above them. As if approving of their union. Neteyam sighs out, his heart soaring above the clouds knowing this was a sign from his ancestors. From Ewya. That Y/n, was meant for him.

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It's been several days since the faithful day Y/n had seen the tree of souls. And her heart had never felt any fuller. She didn't know how to exp[lain it, but she felt reborn. She felt one with the Na’vi, and the feeling of acceptance drowning her with pure happiness.

“Is something troubling you Y/n?” Neytiri asks in the midst of rebranding Tuk’s hair.

Today Y/n had decided to visit her favorite Na’vi, other than Neteyam. Neytiri had been like a mother she never had, always treating her with such love and adoration. Y/n couldn't help but always want to stay in her presence.

“No! It's just…Neteyam took me somewhere the other day, and I cant get it out of my head” Y/n admits which only causes Neytri to smile slyly. She taps Tuk’s shoulder who jumps up, rushing out of the tent to show her friends her newly braided hair.

Neytiri scoots over to Y/n, taking a knife for herself to assist Y/n in cutting the fruit. The task she tried to keep her mind busy with, busy from the lingering thoughts of the spirit tree and the thoughts that consumed her from that night.

“Regarding the spirit tree?” Neytiri asks, her mind recalling how Neteyam approaches both her and Jake for permission to take Y/n there. They both had agreed immediately, sensing something deeply special with her.

Neytiri was surprised when Neteyam had come rushing back to tell them how the visit went, and how his questions deep within his heart had been answered. Neytiri was ecstatic that the response was immediate, and so positive. She knew Y/n was special, special enough to be more than worthy for her son.

“Y-yes. It was magnificent. I was so in awe…I felt at peace, as if I finally knew my true self….but”

Neytiri’s ears stand at her words, a small frown forming.

“But?”

“But, I have this…feeling. Questions that refuse to leave me….feelings I don't think…I should be having”

Neytiri giggles bashfully. She would be a fool not to notice the longing glances Y/n always threw Neteyam’s way. As if he carried the entire world in the palm of his hand. Y/n couldn't look away from him, her loving gaze following him when he wasn't looking. .

Neytiri knew that Y/n loved her son, and she knew her son felt that and more for her in return. After the blessings from their ancestors, Neytiri had patiently waited for the day their union would be confirmed.

“Sometimes…..what you fear, what you're uncertain about is what you need,” Neytiri says softly, her ears standing as she hears hurried footsteps come near their family tent where they currently reside.

“Sometimes it's best just to follow your heart, no questions asked. For it's the heart that knows what you truly desire” Neytiri says softly, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear endearingly.

Y/n’s eyes widen, her heart getting stuck in her throat. Had Neytirii…indirectly given her blessing? Had she realized what Y/n meant?

Before Y/n could reply the tents flaps rustle, Neteyam walking through to see his mother and Y/n conversing closely. Neytiri catches how his tail swishes behind him excitedly when his eyes land on Y/n. His body betrayed him in showing how he reacted automatically within her presence.

Neteyam takes in a few deep breaths to calm himself down, nodding towards his mother before turning fully to Y/n.

“Y/n, will you please accompany me? I have something I wish to…speak about '' Neteyam says, his cheeks flushing purple. Y/n nods immediately, getting up to follow him out.

“May the great mother watch over both of you!” Neytiri calls, her smile only stretching wider knowing her son was finally taking the necessary steps into his future.

“Y/n…I have something I want to give you” Neteyam says nervously under the spirit tree. Y/n was ecstatic when Neteyam brought her back to the spirit tree, but she did find it odd with how he acted. As if he was nervous. Fidgety. Shy even.

“Me? What is it?” She points to herself as she follows him closer to the tree. Neteyam nervously bites his lips as he comes to a stop, pulling something from a pouch tied to his waist. Y/n peers at the item, her eyes widening as a surprised gasp escaped her lips.

Neteyam delicately held a necklace, a necklace that he had been weaving carefully for a while now. Adorned with beautiful pearls and gems that he knew Y/n loved. And in the center of the necklace, was a beautiful round gem, with something in it.

“Oh my Neteyam, that's beautiful! Did you make this?” Y/n breathes out, stepping closer to inspect the beautifully crafted piece.

“Yes. I encased a Tsawksyul in amber to preserve it forever…..Because it represented you so well” Neteyam whispers, watching Y/n’s trembling fingers brush over the center. Her eyes caught sight of the Tsawksyul petals encased in the amber, a flower that would never wilt. For all of eternity. The very same flower he had called her, that meant so much to her.

Y/n accepts the necklaces as Neteyam reaches up to wipe the tears that cascaded down her cheeks unknowingly.

“Don’t cry Tsawksyul,” Neteyam murmurs lovingly, his heart beating wildly knowing that she had the necklace in her hands. A sign she had accepted it. Accepted him and all he had to offer.

“Sorry, it’s just so beautiful...but should you be giving me such a beautiful necklace?” Y/n asks, turning to face Neteyam. He frowns at her words, his eyebrows scrunching quizzically just as he crouches down fully to her level.

“Why not? Do you not like it?” He asks timidly, his ears folding against his head in sadness.

“No! I love it,…but I’m aware that in Na’vi culture men create gifts for potential mating partners. I don’t want anyone to misunderstand when they see me wearing this” Y/n counters nervously, making Neteyam’s frown deepen.

“Surely you didn’t mean anything like that…right?” Y/n asks softly, her heart breathing at the thought Neteyam would have to give a gift like this to his future mate. Eventually.

“Are you,…rejecting the gift?” Neteyam asks, the color draining from his face.

“No! I…I”

“Because that’s what it means Y/n….it’s a courting gift,.” Neteyam explains softly, Y/n freezes when realization hits her like a ton of bricks.

“Neteyam,”

“Y/n….since the moment you stumbled into my life everything has changed. From your presence, your scent, your eyes and your beautiful voice, I’ve been entranced. I knew you were special but I didn’t know you’d grow to be this special to me. For the past month I’ve been showing you I could be a good mate, I’ve shown you I could provide and gave you trinkets you love and adore. Just to see you smile. I even asked my family for their acceptance, Mother and Mo’at agreed happily…..I thought you’d feel the same-”

“I do!! Neteyam-'' Y/n blurts out, her cheeks stained bright red at this point. Neteyam’s ears perk up at her words, his eyes trained on her as she gathers her courage to formulate her feelings in a proper way.

“Neteyam. You took my breath away, the moment I laid eyes on you. Both figuratively and literally. I was enamored with you the moment I got to know you I just….I just never thought you'd feel the same for a human like me. I---we could never truly bond Neteyam….I'm..Human.….” Y/n whispers, wiping her stray tears away. Neteyam frowns at her confession, his hands pulling her hand away to cup her cheeks.

“Tawksyul, how can you say that?” Neteyam felt his heart beat wildly at her confession but also shattered knowing she felt like that.

“Y/n Tsaheylu is a bond. Bonding can be anything. For instance I feel so close to you when I hold you like this, when you smile at me. When youre beautiful eyes watch and follow me. I couldn't feel closer to you. I feel a bond between us. That's why I cannot stray away. It's like I'm tied to you somehow. We don't need tsaheylu when I connect with you in every other way.” Neteyam murmurs, his face inching closer as he finally rests his forehead against hers. Y/n closes her eyes at the sensation, still tightly gripping the beautiful necklace.

“You’re not just some human, you are special in every sense of the word. I love you for everything you are and everything you will be. That day we met…it was fateful, written in the stars. It's as if Ewya brought us together, I wouldn't have it any other way.” Neteyam admits, watching her beautiful eyes flutter open. Y/n chokes on a sob, her free hand places itself over his larger ones.

“Oh Neteyam” Y/n whimpers, her nose ticking against his. Neteyam chuckles heartedly, his own eyes stinging with tears, tears of joy and fear of rejection.

“So, will you have me? For life”

“Yes Neteyam. I couldn't have it any other way. I love you.” Y/n whispered, her lips ghosting over his own. Neteyam sighs out shakily, his heart feeling full under her heavy response. He gently presses his lips against her, feeling her warmth spread against his entire body. The kiss he had been dreaming of for months, feeling that much more surreal now that he felt her press up against him. He couldn't be happier for Ewya bringing them together, many moons ago. Neteyam slowly pulls away from this kiss, his eyes endearingly watching the way she tried to catch her breath. His lips swollen and pink, begging to be kissed again.

“Oel ngati kameie Y/n, my precious yawne,”

“Oel ngati kameie Ma’Neteyam, forever and always”

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A/N: Aaaannnd that's a wrap!! I hope you guys enjoyed and I hope its good enough for ya'll! let me know what you think! I love you all and thank you for your support!

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pilfappreciator · 11 months ago

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ATTENTION TROLLS FANDOM!!

This is very important. Mostly to me but maybe you guys have been wondering this too idk but anyways:

How does troll reproduction work exactly?

Cuz I'm genuinely curious. I dont think anyone on the series production team has said anything and so far I've seen absolutely no one touch on this subject but as someone who's always had an interest in the habits of creatures (both fictional or otherwise), I kinda sorta maybe NEED to know this otherwise I'll never be able to sleep peacefully again

Full disclaimer that I'm specifically talking about the whole egg situation, I am NOT ASKING HOW THEY GET IT ON IF I WANTED THAT ANSWER I'D GO TO DEVIANT ART OR TWITTER OR WHATEVER LAWLESS PLATFORM GOD STEERS CLEAR OF. This discussion shall remain STRICTLY educational, thank you very much

But anywho. Let's dive in

So trolls come from eggs. This is basic knowledge. First instance of this phenomenon (as far as I know, I've only seen the movies) is from World Tour.

Egg pops out of Guy Diamond's hair, egg hatches and BOOM, (literal) baby. Now I understand that this whole sequence was probably just a gag and a way for DreamWorks to implement another (merchandisable) addition to the cast HOWEVER this sequence also raises a few questions

First off, as far as I know Guy Diamond has no partner (again: I haven't watched any of the spinoff shows). Either that or maybe the other troll was a sorta one-night-stand/no-longer-in-his-life kinda situation? Which is great either way cuz its shown he obviously cares for his son and we at Tumblr appreciate a loving single father no matter the circumstances, but if my former theory is correct than that would imply that trolls are capable of reproducing asexually. Like onions.

Now if that hypothesis is, as they call it, "cap" then that would mean that some sorta hanky panky has to go down before an egg comes into question. And if that's the case, does this mean that male trolls are traditionally the ones who carry the eggs?

But that can't be right, can it? Afterall, World Tour gave us yet ANOTHER egg scene later on in the movie

In Cooper's flashback, we clearly see Queen Essence being the one carrying the eggs meanwhile King Quincy is eggless. Now, as far as i see it, this could be explained either one of four ways:

1) Quincy was the one who actually produced the eggs and Essence is merely holding them for her husband (since her hair seems more fitting to be a makeshift nest compared to Quincy's)

2) Female trolls are the ones who produce the eggs. Guy Diamond is just a trans icon

3) Troll reproduction differs from genre to genre

4) There is a... *sighs* a/b/o type of dynamic among troll kind where certain trolls are capable of giving birth/siring children depending on a secondary gender

In regards to theory #3, this could also explain why Guy Diamond seems to reproduce and hatch an egg in such a short amount of time (like 5 seconds I'm pretty sure) as opposed to Queen Essence/King Quincy who's eggs presumably went a while longer before actually hatching.

Actually, speaking off eggs, are trolls the only species in their world that reproduce that way?

Because now that Band Together has officially been released, we now know for certain that it's possible for different species to crossbreed. Biggest example? Resident DILF Bruce and his giant muppet wife

(Credit to @captainunderkrupp )

When I saw these two... I swear...

And these two already have a shit ton of kids okay so like... either Brandi was the one giving birth or trollsona Daveed Digs was over here pumpin out eggs, which I mean-

DO YOU SEE HOW BIG THESE THINGS ARE COMPARED TO BRANCH AND POPPY?? Believe me I am PRAYING that Bruce gave himself some serious maternity/paternity leave because my guy is honestly a trooper

But yeah any thoughts? :))

#i made a whole nother tumblr account just to ask this question pls somebody gimme their thoughts PLS-#i want someone at dreamworks to make an educational encyclopedia about the different species of the Trolls Universe im not asking for much #Bruce and Brandi make me feel some sort way #i will not be specifeying what way #trolls #trolls band together #trolls world tour #poppy trolls #branch trolls #spruce trolls #bruce trolls #brandi trolls #guy diamond #tiny diamond #gueen essence #king quincy #but thats just a theory A TROLL THEORY #pilf post

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year ago

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BRUCE WAYNE | BATMAN (generalized canon)

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“Staked Claim” (Bruce Wayne x Gn!Reader)

| Bruce and the Reader take stock of each other’s scars. That’s it, that’s the story.

| SFW, scar examination, poor expressions of emotion, fluff -vigilante!reader

| Pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (Picture source: Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice 2016 & Zack Snyder's Justice League 2021)

| 800+ words

The barely noticeable weight of the blanket shifts when you move under it. Soft cost-more-than-most-people’s-rent sheets gliding against your skin.

The muscles in your arm ache in tandem with you reaching up to rest your palm flat against the warmth of the owner of the bed you’re in.

“What about this one?”

You watch, genuinely taken for a second, the hairs on his arm stand at the feeling of your breath ghosting across his bicep.

He doesn’t waste a beat before he answers.

“Firefly,” rumbles right after you ask. Of course. Why would he need to think that hard about the marks on his person? They might not actively be on his mind but it’d be hard to forget a memory that’s physically staked its claim on your body.

Firefly made sense though. The scar tissue was as erratically placed as the pyromaniac’s own personality. It also, like many of his scars, has the added bonus of looking twice healed over. Considering Bruce’s clear allergen to sitting idle that doesn’t surprise you.

“Why the sudden interest?”

Laying on your side you shrug with the shoulder not attached to the arm you have braced on the bed. Bruce’s eyes have sparked with a level of interest that you’ve figured out means he’s reading you. Or trying to at least.

“I mean, there’s a lot. Why? You don’t want me to be curious?”

“Most people refrain from asking questions.”

The wry lilt he takes on has you scoffing while you drag your free hand down to his abdomen. The area’s so tense that when you push down the muscles stubbornly refuse to give.

“Most people are scared of hurting your feelings.”

“My feelings?” he grunts.

You sigh out an agreeing “Uh huh,” and press down more incessantly with your fingers. Still no give but you know he gets the message when he forces himself to relax with a heavy exhale. You grin. “Not that I don’t care about your feelings, of course. I just know that if you didn’t want to talk you wouldn’t.”

If you were a different person now would probably be the moment you’d lean in to brush a kiss to the pink tissue left behind from the burn, show Bruce the little bit of kindness he doesn’t often get. As it stands you only hum, hand already moving to the next mark. Already searching for another answer, brown skin stark against Bruce’s deathly pale.

As usual Bruce indulged you.

“You’re looking for yours.”

It’s not a question. You answer him like he’d posed one anyway.

“No,” you say, but when he grabs your hand - hard earned calluses rubbing against your own similarly worn skin - you don’t stop him.

The scarred patch of skin he directs you to is on the other side of his torso, out of sight from your angle, and when your fingers brush up against it you don’t hesitate to laugh. An amused puff of air hits cool skin and Bruce shivers minutely at your warmth.

You croon lowly at him and press a kiss over the spot on his chest your breath hit. Only when he lets out a grumble of a sigh, relaxing just that much more into the bed, do you press more firmly against the knot beneath your fingers.

“This was the poison arrowhead too, wasn’t it?”

Bruce doesn’t even react in any major way, just gives you an exasperated, even slightly amused look.

“If I’m remembering constantly having to reopen the wound to flush it out correctly, then yes.”

Another grin pulls at your lips, you move your head to press another lingering kiss to the side of his neck. It’s not an apology.

“Glad I could make a lasting impression,” you say and Bruce chuckles like that was at all a sane response in the way only someone else who went around the world doing what you both did would understand.

From where his left arm is wrapped around your waist Bruce slides his fingers low and then slides them backwards until the pads of his fingers make contact with a thick line of matted skin. He caresses his physical claim on you with his own brand of tenderness.

It’s your turn to shiver then. You can feel how Bruce smiles against your head; fingers pressing down more firmly on the scar.

“Batarang,” he whispers in your ear. He noses at your hairline and presses a kiss on your temple next and it’s all you can do to keep quiet.

That peace can only last for so long once your gazes meet.

Simultaneously the two of you burst into quiet breathless laughter, curling into each other’s spaces and bodies slotting into one another like you were cut from the same cloth then mercilessly separated but had finally, miraculously, found each other again.

Palm curling almost protectively over that mess of destroyed tissue on his pelvis - your mark - you smile the realist smile you have in months, lungs aching with laughter and a comfortable warmth settling just under your skin.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

#bruce wayne #batman #black!reader #black y/n #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne x gn!reader #vigilante!reader #batman x black!reader #batman x gn!reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #black gn reader #x black!reader #gn!reader #bruce wayne fluff

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ifortom · 12 days ago

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Bad Decisions - T. H. (3)

frat!Tom x Reader - Fake dating AU

Chapter Summary: Friendships are made, questions are answered, and hearts race.

MASTERLIST

W/C: +5K

• DAY 3

"Hey, newest hot topic on campus." You heard it as soon as you left the classroom.

Amber positioned herself by your side as you walked down the university hallway.

"Hey! Is that what people are calling me now?" Amber laughed lightly.

"Well, being seen swapping spit with one of the star players comes with certain consequences." She said, slipping her arm through yours. "Where are you headed now?"

"Uh, I thought I'd grab lunch and then probably head home. I need to catch up on some things I let slide over the weekend." Amber smirked.

"I bet you made good use of that time." You looked at her, wide-eyed. "Oh, stop it! I bet you and Tom spent the whole Sunday snuggled up together."

"Actually, I was nursing a hangover. He suffered having to listen to me complain and swear I'd never drink again."

"That won’t be the last time you’ll have to deal with a hangover if you keep going out with us." She smiled. "Can I join you? I’m starving, and I’ve got some assignments to do too. I’d love the company. Plus, your genius brain could help me out, if you’re up for it, of course!"

You pretend to think for a moment, pouting as if you're contemplating her idea, even though you already know the answer.

"Hmm, I don’t know..." She stops abruptly and stares at you, her caramel eyes pleading. "Alright! No need to look at me like a lost puppy," you say, laughing.

"My lost puppy eyes have gotten me far in life. Where are we going?"

"I was thinking of going to Joe's, do you know it?" She shakes her head. "No way! You're about to try the best carbonara in the world. Let’s go!"

"I have to admit, I haven't eaten this well in a while." Amber said while rubbing her belly.

"I told you."

Despite what people say around campus, Amber is one of the easiest people to talk to that you've ever met. Maybe it helps that you share a lot of mutual interests, but the way she keeps the conversation flowing, never letting an awkward silence settle between topics, proves once again that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

The girl with long red hair has a strong personality and big dreams. College wasn’t one of them, but for her parents, she pushes herself harder each day to keep going. She told you that ever since high school, she's had a passion for music and even joined the choir, but she always heard she had no future in it. Harsh words from people who should have been supporting her.

To her parents, a degree has always mattered more than genuine happiness.

She didn’t go into much detail, but she said she joined the cheerleading team to stay at least a little closer to what she enjoys. She knows the girls she hangs out with don’t have the best reputation, and as a result, she carries that same label. But she says she doesn’t care, that she’s happy with what she does, has fun, and has met some lovely people.

You don’t completely agree with the last part, since several people she hangs out with have proven not to be so great after all. But Amber has more contact with them than you do, so there’s not much to discuss.

During lunch, you gave her your full attention, but at the same time, you wondered why she wanted to spend this time with you. It wasn’t something you had imagined would happen. To you, she was just another girl you made friends with at a party, someone with whom you’d never exchange words again, like so many times before.

But Amber also seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, asking about your major, what motivates you, and your interests.

She walked you back to your apartment and sat down on the floor near the coffee table, with a book and notebook open as she worked on an assignment. You sat down next to her, focusing on the page in front of you.

An hour later, Amber slammed the book shut and poked you with the tip of a pencil.

“I’m bored.”

"You know that phrase is something I hear regularly? In this same position."

"Do you have a lot of study dates?" She says, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s Tom, actually. We spend a lot of time studying together, and after a few minutes, he gets tired and says he’s bored."

"You two spend quite a bit of time together, don’t you? That’s how you got close."

"Yeah, you could say that. We worked on a project together and became friends. It ended up being a routine for him to be here."

"And now you’re dating."

"Oh, we don’t have a label yet. We’re... testing things out."

Amber watched you for a moment before speaking.

"Can I be honest?" You nodded. "It isn't strange to see Tom bringing a girl to one of those events and joining our group for the night. But most of the time, it doesn’t go beyond that. One night. You're his friend first and foremost, and you know how he behaves."

Amber sighed and looked at the table in front of her, her gaze unfocused.

"I don’t want you to end up like one of those girls. I know we barely know each other, but I like you, and I pushed aside my ego to get closer to you because... you seem real. It’s ridiculous, but I don’t know what I’m saying anymore."

"Amber, it’s okay." Your hand found hers and held it. "Take your time."

"I and Tom are friends. He’s one of the few people I can really talk to, you know? Like I said, the people I hang out with aren’t bad, but Tom is genuine. He doesn’t hide, and he is who he is, even if people talk about him." Her eyes returned to your face, and you finally noticed the tears forming. "And he talked about you. He told me how much you support him and what you do together, how you talk about everything and really listen to each other."

"I never had the chance to get to know you before, and my fear was that you would treat me poorly because of who I am, even knowing you wouldn't do that." She took a deep breath to regain her composure. "And when you showed up at the party and I got to talk to you, I understood Tom. I understood why he keeps you around. And today you took me to lunch at a new place, brought me to your home, and helped me with an assignment that isn't even part of your course. And we barely know each other."

"Amber, I did that because I like you too. It’s all good!"

She sniffled and released your hand, bringing them to her face to dry her tears.

"That was intense, and now I’m embarrassed." She started to get up, and you followed her. "I need to go."

"Amber, wait. You don’t have to leave."

"Y/N, I need to." She quickly packed up all the materials she used back into the bag she was carrying. "That was more than I expected."

Knowing you wouldn't be able to change her mind, you just watched as she gathered her things.

"Amber, wait." You tried one last time as she approached the door to leave. She paused but didn’t look back. "Do you want to go shopping on Friday?"

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she turned to you with a shy smile on her face.

"I would love to."

Tom was sitting at his desk in his room while you were lying on his soft comforter on the bed.

"Were you two out to lunch together?" he asked.

"Yeah, she asked if she could join me, and I didn’t say no. It was actually pretty nice."

"Until she freaked out in the middle of your living room."

"It wasn’t a freak-out." You sat up on the bed defensively, staring at him. "She vented. I didn’t understand much, but the emotional weight of her words… it was a lot."

"Amber is pretty straightforward."

"I don’t think so. She still has a lot bottled up inside her, and I don’t think she’s going to share it anytime soon."

"Y/N, she’s not a patient. Don’t overanalyze."

"I know that," you replied. "She said you two are friends. Has she talked to you about her parents?"

He raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Let’s stop right there. That’s not our business."

"Ah, okay, sorry." You flopped back onto the bed, arms spread wide. "But did you know she said you talk a lot about me?"

"Did she?" He stood up from his chair. "What did she say?"

"Nothing too specific. But I think it’s problematic because you’ve created a fantasy of me for her."

"Me?"

"Yes! I’m not that special, and the way she talked… you really need to watch your words or it’s going to seem like I’m the center of your universe."

"Ha! You would like that, wouldn't you?" He gets up from the chair and sits on the edge of the bed.

"That's your life wish, Holland. Not mine," you joked back.

"So you think you’re that special, huh?" he says.

"I know I am. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be right here now, and you wouldn’t be talking about me to other friends."

"You hurt my feelings talking like that. I don't have such a cold heart." he says, placing his hands over his chest.

"Aww, poor thing. Tommy gets his feelings hurt when he hears the truth." You reply, pouting and sitting again to face him properly.

"Why are you so sassy, huh?" He says, laughing and leaning closer.

"Life taught me to be this way."

"Stop that," he says, chuckling. "A few hours with Amber and you’re already just like her."

"We're friends. We have a date together on Friday!"

"I don’t know what to think, but I’m glad."

"Yeah, it's going to be fun," you smile.

"So, I've been thinking… actually, I heard some comments today about last Saturday."

"Yeah, I heard about it too. Apparently, you can still be the talk of the campus at any occasion."

"Oh, Y/N, you know not everyone cares about that. The ones who talk the most are the ones close to you or who want to be."

"I know, I was one of those people, remember? You can be sure I didn’t care at all about what you did or didn’t do until we had to work together."

"Yeah, if it weren't for social psychology, we might never have even exchanged a hello." That wasn’t exactly true. "Anyway, it turns out everyone thinks it was just that. Just a fling."

"Hm, what do you suggest?"

Tom smirked and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Time to make it Instagram official."

"How do you want me?" you asked, and he stared at you, a new smirk appearing. "Not like that, you perv! You know what I meant."

He laughed and got up, offering his hand to help you up from the bed.

"I'll lead you," he says.

You both walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window in his room, the sunset bathing the space in natural light. Tom positioned you in front of him and wrapped one arm around your shoulders.

"Okay, now turn your face to the left. Pretend you’re distracted." You did as he asked.

Tom's free hand held the phone in front of both of you.

"Got it. I think we have the picture for the official announcement," he said a moment later, pointing the phone to catch your attention.

In the photo, Tom's face was resting on your head, his arm wrapped around you while you pretended to look at something in the distance.

"Tom, do you think this is good?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"This looks so forced."

"What a lie. I've never taken a more perfect couple photo." You put your hands on your head when you heard him say that.

"Thomas… you've never taken a couple's photo in your life!"

Tom might have posed with countless girls at parties and other events, but none of them carried any deeper feeling.

"Well, it's what we have." He clicked a bit more on the phone screen. "Done, I even tagged you. Are you going to repost?" He said just as you heard the sound of a notification coming from your phone on his bed.

"We should have taken another one."

"Y/N, then it will look forced. It needs to be natural."

"Ha, and you think this is natural?"

"Stop complaining."

You huffed and returned to his bed, grabbing your phone and opening the app.

"Hey, it's okay if you don't want to repost it because you didn't like it…" he says lightly.

"That's not it, Tommy." You meet his gaze, lowering your phone. "It's just that all my acquaintances are going to see it. And it will be real. My family, friends from home. I know that was the plan and what we agreed on, but I just don’t know…"

Tom moved closer to you and cupped your face in his hands.

"Hey, any time you want to stop, that's fine! I’ve already told you I’m not going to force you into anything. Just say the word, and it's over."

You let out a breath and rested your head against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you in a comforting embrace.

"You too, Tommy. At any moment." You said, your voice muffled by his shirt pressing against your face.

A few seconds later, you slipped out of his arms and reposted the photo, blocking and silencing your phone immediately afterward.

"See? That wasn’t so hard. We’ll deal with the consequences later." He laughed softly. "Now let’s go, we need to get there early if we want to leave early."

Even though it was a Monday, Tom had managed to convince you to go out with some of his friends to celebrate the start of the new game season. The only condition you had set was not staying out too late. They had decided to meet up at a bowling alley for the night.

When you both arrived, Harrison and his date for the night Jessie along with Tyler, and his girlfriend Mabel were already there, having reserved a lane for the game.

Harrison started the game, followed by Tyler and Mabel, who asked her boyfriend for help with the only move needed in bowling. Next up was Jessie, who made the same request to Harrison—good first-date strategy.

"Ok, smartiepants, your turn," Tom said turning to you, pointing to the lane.

You got up from the couch in your section and walked over to the platform to choose the ball you'd use.

"Tommy, you're not being very smart right now," Tyler said, pointing in your direction.

"What do you mean?"

"Be a gentleman; your girlfriend is about to bowl. Don't you think you should help her?"

Tom laughed loudly. "My girl? Oh, she doesn't need help. She knows what to do."

And as if you sensed his words even without hearing them, you knocked down all 10 pins in one go, making him shout in celebration.

"That's what I'm talking about!"

The night continued, and Harrison emerged as the winner of the game, receiving victory kisses from Jessie. Before heading out, everyone decided to grab a quick snack at the same bowling alley.

After a while of laughter, you said goodbye to the group and everyone went their separate ways.

"I have to admit, these people aren't so bad." You say as you buckle your seatbelt and Tom starts the car.

"Yeah, Tyler and Harrison are my closest friends, which is why I wanted you to come tonight. I know some of the guys on the team can be jerks, but a few of them are worth it."

"The girls were really nice too, even with their performance of not knowing how to play and getting all cozy with the guys," you say, laughing.

"I don't know about Jessie, but Mabel has been with Tyler for a while, so it's likely you'll see her again," he replied.

"Hm, I wish Amber had come," you said, looking down at your hands in your lap.

"Haz said she was busy, that's why she couldn't make it."

"I see…"

"Hey." Tom called your attention, placing his hand over yours. "Don't think too much about it; that's Amber for you. She has a strong personality and is very intense. And she gets scared by things she can't control."

A few minutes later, Tom parked in front of your apartment.

"Have you checked your phone?" he asked, and you shook your head in response.

"It's been on silent since we left your place."

"Y/N, I'm here for you. You know that."

"I really appreciate you, Tom. I know you have your reasons for being part of this craziness we've gotten into, but seriously, thank you."

"Anytime, smartiepants." You smiled at him.

"I'm going now."

Before you could open the car door, Tom held your hand. "Wait, Y/N."

"What?" You looked at him.

"I need to ask you… about the party, what happened at the party." he said. "I don't… what was that?"

"Tom, I'm not understanding."

"We… we kissed."

"Oh, about that." You looked away. "I know you didn't expect it, but… when I came back from the bathroom with Amber, everyone was saying you had gone somewhere with Taylor, and when I went to look for you, I bumped into her, and she started saying all sorts of things, and I wasn't exactly in my most sober state either."

He didn’t respond and let go of your hand.

"I know we hadn’t agreed on anything, but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment. I needed to prove that we were together there."

Tom continued in silence, staring at the road ahead.

"I'm sorry. We talked briefly about this, and I thought…"

"So it was an act?" he asked. "Just to prove we were together?"

"Well, yes. It’s not what we usually do when we’re together," you replied uncertainly. "But Tom, if that bothered you, let’s set some boundaries. It's funny because you joked about it yourself and…"

"No, it's fine. You don’t need to. Just… I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" he said.

"Alright, drive safe," you said before getting out of the car and watching him drive away.

As you lay down and finally allowed yourself to check your phone, you felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Notifications began to pop up on your phone, and you quickly realized that the repost of the photo with Tom had generated a lot of attention. Messages from friends and acquaintances started flooding your feed, and you couldn’t help but smile at the positive reactions.

Your sister replied with a simple "WTF?"

You couldn’t avoid feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Your relationship with Tom was becoming more real every day, and it brought a whirlwind of emotions.

Among the messages, one notification caught your attention: a direct message from Amber. “I saw the photo! I’m so happy for you. Let’s talk soon?”

You smiled as you read the message and felt relieved. But one notification, in particular, caught your attention even more.

Sean: Seems like I wasn’t wrong after all.

Seeing that message from Sean made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t expected him to reach out, especially not like this.

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deanoheartspie · 1 year ago

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Sunshine 5

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: I've gotten some feedback on my writing! So this is my first attempt at trying to make it better and make it make sense for all! I really do appreciate suggestions with writing/about the book, also love hearing what you have to say about the characters.

(MIGHT REWRITE!! Depending on how I feel about it)

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Y/N POV

The beautiful grassy fields, full of bright colorful flowers, and the clouds in the most beautiful blue sky ever seen. It was like it was picture-perfect almost too good to be true. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't you'd never know for sure.

Most of all though... Dean. He was a good man, you could tell by just the way he carried himself or the way he cared about others.

You've never laughed as hard or had genuine conversations as you had this afternoon with no other than the gruff cowboy. Family members never really cared or even tried to seem interested in what you had to say but when they did they were only interested in how it'd affect their precious images.

After he left though, grumbling about having to chase some dog again earning a laugh from you and a simple 'good luck' he ran off after walking me back. True gentleman I must say.

��Hey, Laura do you need help with anything?” You tiredly ask desperately wanting to drown yourself in a nice hot shower.

The older woman looks up from her knitting and smiles as she shakes her head “No thank you sweetheart, how did today go? Did he go easy on ya?” She asked as she went back to what she was doing glancing up at you a few times.

Easy? Maybe he did? He didn't seem as bossy as he usually was had they talked to him?

“You could say that... He did teach me a lot. I appreciate you guys letting me stay here” You thank them probably for the one-hundredth time this week.

“That's good. He's very good at what he does, and quit thankin' us we are family and family helps one another. Now shoo! Go relax, you are probably exhausted its getting way too hot out there”

You smile and nod, giving her a quick hug before running up to the room.

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Drying off your hair, tossing a tank top, and your favorite soft pajama pants that most definitely would get ruined here if something were to happen.

The creaking wood floors, announce you to everyone downstairs causing Dean and a little girl to look at you... Smiling at them you wave.

“Who's this little one?” You ask but can see the resemblance between the two, was this who Lina Linda Lisa was? Whatever her name was talking about that day on the sidewalk?

“My daughter” His usual gruff and annoyed voice was non-existent. He sounded happier.

The big ole green-eyed little girl had the biggest smile on her face as she leaned back and forth on her plastic princess heels. She was practically a carbon copy of Dean, but as a young girl and boy was she adorable.

“Hello! I'm Rory” She stuck her tiny hand out, You gently shook her hand the same smile stuck on your face.

“Nice to meet you, Rory! I'm Y/n”

Rory quietly thought for a moment, it felt like a mini interview, and god that made you anxious.

“Do you like ponies?” she asked squinting her eyes, acting as if she was asking the most important question ever.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head while he had a small smile of amusement wondering how this would go.

“Hm, are they magical ponies or normal ones?”

She tapped her chin, before reaching up to her father who knew the look she gave him probably way too well because right away he handed her a unicorn stuffed animal. “Obviously the ones that can fly!” Aurora said in a duh tone, pointing up at you, you look around curious as to what/why she was exactly pointing for.

“Aurora what did I say about pointing? It's rude.” Dean's voice echoed from the hallway, he was on his way into the kitchen.

“I like her, you date her?” She said, causing Dean to spit out his coffee and start coughing his lungs out. Your eyes widen in surprise, who would've thought a simple question about magical freakin' horses would lead to this?

“You can't keep doin' that, sweet pea. She's my friend, and that's all.” He explained, cleaning up his mess while the little girl nodded before shrugging.

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The rest of the night went well, You and Rory played for a bit while Dean cooked. Giving him credit where it's due, he's a pretty damn good cook if you must say yourself. Though half the things he does make will mostly take 30 years off your life. That donut burger was worth it though...

Bedtime came around, and Aurora fell asleep in your arms safe and sound. Following Dean up to his room after he offered plenty of times to take Rory off of your shoulders after you refused not wanting to wake the young lady.

What you hadn't noticed before when you had woken the man up this morning was the little princess bed on the other end of the bedroom full of toys and stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” He whispered pushing everything off to the side neatly, grabbing a big t-shirt and gently putting it on Rory, before taking her from your arms and tucking her in.

Oddly enough this felt normal. Though it probably shouldn't have. Friends, friends are what we are and that's it.

“Good night Dean.” You say halfway out the bedroom door when he says something that caught you off guard.

“Will you have a drink with me?” He asked standing up straight and walking towards you with a tiny smile.

A drink with Dean? That actually sounds kinda nice.

“Sure. Though I'm surprised you still haven't learned your lesson from last night's drunken mess” You tease, flashing off your pearly whites as he rolls his eyes guiding you downstairs out to the front porch.

He hands me a nice cold beer before plopping himself down onto the front porch stairs, looking up at the starry night sky. Even at night, this place was beautiful.

“So, you never told me why you're here in the first place Darlin',” He said breaking the silence, putting his full attention onto you.

“Runaway bride.” You say shortly, with a tiny shrug before taking a sip of the liquid. Dean's were wide before he broke into a fit of laughter, shaking his head

“No really why are you here?” He asked again calming himself down, the smile still on his face and his face all red from the laughing.

“Runaway bride.” You say slower this time, in all seriousness. The smile was quick to leave his face and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face.

“Your fuckin' with me right? That stuff only happens on telenovelas” Dean was leaning his head back against the railing, still in shock.

“Nope.”

“Y/n why do you sound so calm about this? What'd he do to have you run off to the middle of nowhere and pick up horse shit for the rest of your life” Dean asked, running his fingers through his hair before finishing off his beer.

“It was set up, arranged marriage. Didn't want to go through with it so I left plain and simple.” You get up stretching your arms grabbing the small blanket from the swinging couch, wrapping it around yourself.

“You shock me every day. I won't have some crazy man comin' here demanding you right? I ain't gonna get in a fight for you sweetheart pretty and all but I have a kid and I'm already on thin ice.” He seriously says while never once looking away from you.

“I don't expect you to get in a fight for me and no, there should be no man coming here to fight you” You roll your eyes, men were stupid sad thing was you did want someone to love, and protect you. But then again that only happened in fairytales, this was fair from one.

“Glad we are on the same page. But as the sheriff, I'd have to help ya out so just gimmie a call”

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 2 years ago

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Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere.

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

#steddie #t4t steddie #transfem steve harrington #transfem eddie munson #stranger things #my fics

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alex-turners-world · 4 months ago

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Alex looks like a ghost of who he once was, it's so sad to see him looking so drained of life especially in his eyes. After seeing Taylor's live it seems apparent now that they had issues brewing in their relationship for awhile before splitting, although there genuinely did seem to be love for one another. I think about that interview with the journalist who asked Alex what he thought of Taylor's fights with the fans; I wonder if he was aware of it and the extent. I could imagine that being confronted with it was humiliating for him and possibly feeling a sense of betrayal, particularly if he wasn't aware. Now, imagine meeting someone like Pauline where you 'think' you've met someone with common interests and perhaps made a genuine connection with only to discover the person you thought you met isn't 'real'. Personally, I think Alex feels remorseful about the cheating, I don't think it was something he was proud of as evidenced in his lyrics and behaviour for example shaving his hair off time period. Whilst Alex certainly has his flaws and made some questionable choices I still think there is a decent and kind person underneath. In regards to Alex's present relationship you could say he made his bed...However, I personally think he's dealing with a slightly deranged individual. I mean none of us know the depths Pauline went to get into his circle in order for their first meeting to have happened but what we do know about her is that she was highly obsessive about him and some of his previous relationships most noticeably Alexa. She's displayed stalker-ish behaviour and as we've all witnessed 'cosplaying' of previous girlfriends again, Alexa evidently being the favourite. We've seen how over time she has made multiple attempts to recreate a new 'identity', being caught out in her lies and manipulation of the truth via her own media. Even before the affair came to the fans attention she was already hinting and teasing about her hooks up with Alex infact, I think it was through her social media activity that fans where able to join the dots to the cheating as well as through Taylors. Pauline has displayed since the beginning a complete lack of respect and remorse towards Taylor even going so far to cosplay her too!! At some point Alex must've seen the 'real' Pauline, perhaps earlier than later but what could he do?! Such a big mess was made. Maybe he wanted to make the best out of a bad situation, try give the mistress and him a real go so it wasn't all for nothing. Clearly, this has led to the 'situationship' we know today. Alex has the upper hand in more ways than one; He makes decisions - she follows, He has the money - she doesn't, What he says/gives goes - she settles for what she can get. Anything to please him enough that she can keep him and this lifestyle from slipping through her fingers. Alex is being used. So is Pauline but for different reasons. Neither are happy, it's plain to see but still Pauline wants it all. I'm of the opinion that getting out of this 'situationship' is not so black and white. I have at times thought to myself, perhaps Alex thinks he deserves this; That it could be a way of self sabotaging. It can be debated that Alex doesn't think highly of himself and is deeply insecure (The Bourne Identity) Also, I think Paulines behaviour could be unpredictable and potentially damaging to Alex's reputation. I could imagine she has not seen or received the best of him as a person at times. It wouldn't surprise me if she's quite the manipulator, we already know she's a liar! I do hope if it is something that Alex wants for himself that they will be able to part ways with minimal chaos as possible (unlikely). A separation for them at least seems imminent and even Pauline can't disguise that as hard as she tries. Just my two cents anyways, apologies for rambling on! X

Very well said! I must say it's all very sad

#alex turner #louise verneuil #the situationship whatevership #anon ask

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do you think the succubus chilchuck sees is his wife, but blonde? he seems so upset when its dead

I think it’s a very strained theory. There are two layers to this: Chilchuck’s expression, and the succubi’s appearances. And notice the plural of appearances.

Chilchuck’s expression here is meant as comedic, we can assume because of the lashes and sparkle in his eyes, it gives shojo energy (which is intentional and heavily present at the very least with Marcille in the same chapter). It’s a type of dramatic sorrowful expression that I think Marcille with Hareus and Laios with scylla Marcille would have had the same, the type that Laios had when Marcille crushed the cool dragon familiar he made the type of face you make when a unicorn is killed in front of you. Chilchuck would have this face regardless of this being his wife, because regardless of it being his wife or not the succubi are still Chilchuck’s ideal form. It’s like having the blorbo you fantasize about brutally mauled inches away from your face, or a painting you love stained. Chilchuck wants the sirens to come for his life and is sad he lost the opportunity for it lol. But most importantly imo, if that was his wife, he would have had a face much more like genuine terror or horror (which would have been still both funny and understandable so it was a deliberate choice to pick this expression instead), like in his nightmare with his dead daughters.

Ok now onto appearances: Here are all of Chilchuck’s succubi we see.

The biggest thing against this theory for me is that yes, these are different women who are visibly different. There’s no denying he has a type, long wavy blonde hair, deepset light-colored eyes and sultry mouths, faces with a mature quality to them, but different women no less. It would be interesting to analyze what it would mean for Chilchuck to have only one of his succubi in a sea of succubi be his wife, but it would defeat the purpose of it I think. We see waves of women succubi throw themselves at him, and I think the intent is just that; for them to just be women, his ideal type materialized but sort of identity-less, a mass of them that isn’t really meant to be differentiated or individualized. If you believe that the nameless black-haired half-foot woman portrait is his wife, that shortens the conversation, but there are also arguments beyond it for why yes his wife would have black hair, and why she’d have deepset eyes and a face like this (because it’s a solid argument that his type would be at least influenced by her yes. I go into this topic in this post). If we go with the portrait chilwife theory, then it’s pretty straightforward that none of them truly closely look like her. If we go with another theory then we’re truly walking in the dark for how she looks like. How close is close enough to "be" ‘her except blonde’, anyways? It’s the sort of thing you can believe if you want to, but it creates more questions than answers, which albeit isn’t always bad. My interpretation of Chilchuck’s succubi makes me biased though of course, because it’s closely intertwined with my overall interpretation of Chilchuck and whatnot. I’ve talked about succubi in dungeon meshi and them in relation to Chilchuck a lot over time. I think them being faceless and varied rather than one single model of perfection is because he craves pleasure with no ties, something to feel good for a while and forget all his troubles, including his separation. I think that when Chilchuck reacts like that below, it’s because he feels some amount of guilt at it not being her, and again not wanting to think about painful things, but it could be interpreted to be "can you not, when you just blew her up" I suppose. I go into it here and here as well.

I don’t know Kui’s brain so like, this is just my thoughts, like you asked for, but yeah I don’t think that first succubus literally had his wife’s appearance.

#ask #Spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #Chilchuck acting like a shojo ml fr fr…#Jk. But yeah that’s what i have to say on the topic idkkk #Sorry if i sounded very categorical here at points it’s just hard to always kneecap my word choices or phrasings #Obvi dunmeshi is great at doing comedy and character building at once #and i think that’s true here too! But idk i don’t think we were meant to see that expression he made as deep genuine grief the like of #seeing your wife dead #I think it’s a coherent thematic and interesting choice to have them not be his wife idk #Chilchuck’s wife #Dunmeshi succubus

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solunstell · 11 months ago

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Notes I've taken from Dazai, Chuuya, Age Fifteen

On the cover, it looks liked dazai and chuuya are both balancing on strands of Rimbaud's hair??

In the third full color illustration, chuuya's eyes look brown

Chuuya's hair is described as reddish brown

Dazai saying that he was gonna join a quit the PM and join rival organization. The next paragraph points out that he isn't even a member of the PM lmao

Also, "do you have any idea how much you've put me through this past year?" Like what? I sooooo wanna know abt dazai age 14

Mori and dazai are "bound by a common destiny"

"Dazai showed flashes of brilliance one moment, but the next moment, they were gone. As soon as he seemed to have it all figured out, he'd confuse everyone by talking about his bizarre, meaningless fascination with suicide." Excellent characterization note

Mori can disarm a bomb

"'Why do you want to die?' / Dazai seemed puzzled as he looked back at Mori, like he genuinely didn't understand the question. Then, eyes full of youthful innocence, he responded: / 'Let me ask you something instead: Do you truly believe there's value in living?'

Dazai involving Hirotsu (who he just met) in his self convo by telling him not to use a painful method next time hirotsu plans on killing himself. Hirotsu saying he'll... keep that in mind.

Goodness I need more hirotsu and dazai moments

The fact that Chuuya's kick sends Dazai so far, despite the fact that Chuuya's gravity would disable upon impact, kinda proves my theory that Dazai's ability would not stop the momentum caused by Chuuya's ability in motion. This is later confirmed in another sentence

Chuuya calling dazai kid even though he's the same age

Chuuya and dazais first moment meeting having chuuya laughing :)

Dazai watches his hand being crushed quite easily, despite not liking pain. That's interesting. However, when kicked next, he does react

Hirotsu going 'back in my day I was just like you' lmao

Chuuya calls dazai: a twig, mummy boy, kid, bandages, slimeball

Dazai calls Chuuya: pip-squeak, a fairy, a schoolboy

Chuuya is described as having never lost a fight in his life while talking to Mori. That's interesting cuz he was just captured by the enemy

There's the love confession!

"'If only I'd been in the middle of that [explosion], I would've had a quick and painless death...' / 'Yeah, yeah. I'll beat you to a pulp as many times as you want later, so focus on the mission right now, okay?'"

Dazai acting like a blubbering scared child when caught by the enemy

Chuuya telling dazai to put on hard rock for a fight

Also seems like chuuya's ability no longer affects an object as soon as contact is cut.

"Even Dazai had forgotten to breathe as he watched the storm that was Chuuya decimate the battlefield."

When dazais talking to the dying man: "Dazai's expression was calm, but there was a faint twinkle deep within his eyes. The kind of twinkle a boy who wants to grow up to be a firefighter gets in his eyes when he sees his hero in the flesh."

Actually, the entire paragraph set of Dazai's break is really fascinating

Dazai brings wood for Randou's fire. Also, either he or Chuuya or both cover a draft hole for him.

Mori forbade them from violence to solve their problems, so of course the first fair thing to come to their heads is arcade games

They played close to a hundred matches. Fun date!

Dazai trying to give chuuya head pats

Chuuya is an excellent actor

At the party prep, dazai is playing playing modern pop music

According to chuuya, arahabaki doesn't have a mind or a personality

"The shield protested" dazai is the best shield lol

The boss saying he wishes he could chat abt old times with dazai. What old times? Dazai shouldn't have known him before his death? Unless he did

The mere thought of killing a child breaks rimbauds heart, with the child being dazai, but he's okay with killing chuuya? Rimbaud only sees chuuya as an ability to gain, it seems to me.

Skk calling each other by their first names for the first time (outside of around other people) when working together in a fight against rimbaud

"'Hmph...anything goes when you're a skill user from Europe, huh?'"

Dazai asking abt rimbauds final wishes

Q is put into dazais hands to figure out their ability. Q asks to play, and dazai says when q is older. I am now waiting for this playdate in canon

Also, dazai and mori both not knowing q's gender

Dazai is a cheater at games

The chuuya newsletters

Omg hiiiii verlaine

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I wanted to ask why you hated Idia so much back then and the reason you adore him?

im gonna start telling people to pay me whenever they ask why i hate(d) idia because ive got this question easily 20 different times and frankly i'm losing money by not accepting payment

im not writing all that again i'm so tired of explaining it over and over ughhhh its not your fault min its just i seem to be a skipping record with how often i've had to repeat the same thing over and over and over for a YEAR and people just KEEP ASKING like ok you want to know about my relationship with idia shroud PAY UP!!!!!

anyways...i havent written about the things i adore about him yet so...

first first first!! the thing that made me gasp the softest gasp i have ever gasped in my life when i first saw it...his pink hair. its a bit superficial i guess but now that i like idia i think he's stunning. he's so hauntingly beautiful, especially when he's just a little bit flustered and the tips of his hair turn pink. what i would do to see his whole head turn pink PLEASE.

i also think his smile is so silly, even though it's usually accompanied by his smug ass voice "should'a leveled up more!" SHUT UP!!!!! i love his sharp teeth theyre so goofy nd silly but in a cute way. honestly i think his scowl is cute too, idk maybe i just like his lips but watching them twist up in annoyance when he rolls his eyes is attractive to me dont ask i dont know either. does that say something about me? maybe. i'm content with not knowing.

onto less superficial things...i just finished reading book six yesterday and it struck me how idia's heart is genuinely so beautiful. he loves so gently and fully, but with devotion that would destroy the world if he let it loose. being loved and treasured by idia is a privilege, because once he lets you in he would do anything for you (just dont fuck it up or i will beat you up im being so serious LEAVE HIM ALONE)

the extent to which he cares for ortho is so beautiful and so heartbreaking. "leave it to your big bro" im dead. everything he does is for ortho to have a safe and fulfilling life and honestly...it kind of seems like idia is trying to pay ortho back in a sense? like you died (because of me), now i will spend the rest of my life mourning you as punishment. he wants to give him the best life possible and thats just so ourgourgouhgohou,,,, his grieving is so complex and yet its so simple. heartbreaking i tell you.

on a lighter note, he's very passionate about the things he's into as well. one thing about figuring our how to like idia was turning my reaction to his condescending jabs from "oh he's such a know it all bitch what the hell people are literally just indulging in his interests what is wrong with him?" TO "oh he's just excited and getting an adrenaline rush, it's going to his head. he's happy. :)" and that was absolutely growth on my part because. ok AUBURN LORE TIME but i used to have a friend who was very condescending and a HUGE know it all (irl IRL IRL) and i think they definitely impacted how i saw idia because i saw bits of them in him. and since they hurt me so much i projected my experiences with them onto idia, so the first time i met him in game i wrote him off immediately and hated him after i saw what he said to others and how he acted.

but one of the many problems with that approach was that i missed the gentler sides of him. the way he goes back to school for ortho. the way he powers through the masquerade social for ortho. his idea of yuu being "valuable emotional support." his love of cats, regardless of how bad he scared grim. his love of star rogue and the way he made the sequel actually happen, albiet unintentionally. i spent so much time resenting him because "of course he's just another one of those." that i didn't stop to notice anything about him except for those bad moments. and of course, i'm not ignoring them now, i just see them differently. i see him differently.

of course i love that he's relatable, and that he's smart, and i love how when he's comfortable he loses his filter and becomes idia shroud instead of just being Scared of them, but i think that's just. social anxiety. and yk what ive said this before but even when i hated him i would NOT stand for anyone coming for his anxiety. like yeah i hate idia shroud but BITCH GET AWAY FROM HIM. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ANXIETY IS LIKE!!! put me in nrc right now idia shroud needs someone who will yell at people for him and thats going to be ME. i dont care who you are you say shit you are earning my IRE. trey clover got yelled at. no one is safe.

can i just say i love how you said "reason" like there's only one JDSJSDJSD LMAO IDK IT WAS JUST FUNNY TO ME when i love someone i have multiple reasons and i love every part of them, even the bad annoying icky parts (in fact, if you can't love their bad parts too is it even love...? i dont know, we all have different definitions anyway. some might think tolerating their bad parts is love too and we'd both be right.) theres no one reason i just think he's lovely inside and out now. he's an angel, basically.

#min <3 #posts about me and idia shroud #auburn lore drop LMAO

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heavensmockery · 7 months ago

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"Father, bless me for that I will sin"

Summary: Father Jim deFroque gets possesed by a familiar face AN: Happy Jesus he knows me anniversairy y´all have a bit of Jim suffering in honor of that. Let me know if you want part 2. Also the art is a nod to a very beloved horror game. Guess which one in the comments!! TW: Possesion , cussing , discussion of religion , mild gore , pain Words: 1,3k

Father Jim deFroque. Some call him the good willing father of the Jesus talks, some know him from his masses, some know him from his not so holy night life. Somewhat he had the trace of a glorious Popstar-Life, but behind this naïve look and the preaching of comfortable lies with the subtle manipulation of giving some man all your money to be greeted into heaven with open arms. Not to speak that Jum had a lot of interesting callers , especially around easter. Some days he wondered if it wasn’t the infamous ministry who chased these kinds of calls upon his neck to annoy him. But , as a priest must, he kept his patience all the way, And it wasn’t only his good willing patience that helped him stay calm during the arguments on the Jesus talks, but also the leftovers from his wild nights . Some wonder if he had a cold that he never gets rid off as they get to hear the sniffing from time to time on calls

Yet , one call was interesting. It came , late at night while he was in the bathroom , taking care of his hair. He forgot to leave the light on in his bedroom , which made the call coming from it seem like the scene right before a jumpscare in a horror movie. The only source of light was the moon from outside, shimmering lightly through the stained glass. Jim picked up, who would he be if not a priest always available for his devoted followers?He was just surprised the call did go to his mobile phone rather than the one he was given by the church for the jesus talks. He picked up.

“Good evening ,May god bless your soul. you are speaking to Father Jim deFroque. How may I help you?” he answered in his usual demeanor. There was no answer. Except some weird, breathing noises. Jim thought it was one of these interesting calls again and was about to hang up when suddenly , a rather familiar voice spoke . “Another day of serving the lord?” . What a weird.. teasy sounding question. Jim firstly had to think for a moment. “Sir, is this a serious question or do you just want to …” Jim started with a confused tone as the voice interrupted him “..No..no.. genuine question.” . “Well , yes, obviously. How shall I not fulfill my duty of serving our shepherd” Jim responded in his usual demeanor. “How are you so sure that he is actually real? Has he done something to prove his existence to you?” Yes, it was done of those callers again. Jim took a deep sigh, deciding if he should just shit on the rules and tell the caller to fuck off, or if he should grab into his basket of “evidence” he keeps repeating like a broken record.

He decided for option two, he does not need any troubles right now , as he did not wish to ruin his image just because it was 2 am and he was about to go to bed since he didn’t feel like clubbing today. “Well you see, I consider my duty and life to be a blessing of our lord and saviour. He has led me to my mission to bring the message of the holy spirit to the masses and redirect the people back to the right path” . There was silence , then a chuckling.. “redirect them to the right path..sure” the voice replies snarky “do you ask them if they wish to? Do they come to you even?” Jim felt himself getting tired of this pointless conversation, but also weirdly anxious. “Sir, I only do what I must, not what I decide is the solution” . The voice snickered at that. “Im sure they’ll appreciate you” . That was when the call ended. Leaving Jim with the phone in his hand, starring at the screen of the suppressed number. Jim found this weird, but nothing shocking. And decided to go to bed, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was out to get him.

Jim didn’t have the most pleasant dream either, a rather short figure appearing in his dream only to laugh at him. As he stepped closer to the figure he got to see their face, it was familiar face paint what burned itself into his memory. The unmatched eyes, it was like he has seen them before. Why was this haunting him? But that wasn’t the worst of it all. As the figure stepped closer, He was revealing his horns, and the ground beneath Jim was burning. They just watched him on fire, waving even a little with a smile he didn’t know was meant to be a greeting or a farewell. The eyes and the face paint stayed in his memory even as he awoke. It was still dark. He checked his watch , spotting it was only five am

The light in the bathroom was still on. Jim couldn’t recall if he switched it off before bed or not so he forced himself up to turn it off. Yet his eyes were greeted with a different scenery as he wished to. There was red paint on his mirror, spelling the word Sinner. Now that was the final straw to get the faithful man out of his calm demeanor. He inspected the paint, but the paint turned it out to be blood.

Firstly Jim went to check his locks and windows, in case someone wanted to pull a prank on him. But all locked and closed. Which was weird. To say the least. “Holy Father have mercy on my soul…” Jim whispered under his breath. And the plead was replies with a chuckling. The same as on the call. Jim shook his head, refusing to let his mind trick him. He started to consider that these were the after effects of his last trip. As he stood in front of the mirror with disbelief the light switched off.

Jim unintentionally screamed. Not sure if it was the shock or the fact that everything what was going on seemed out of a horror movie. He prayed quietl under his breath, pinched himself even to wake himself up from this nightmare. Pleading to whoever was listening to stop his madness. “No, No” it sounded behind him. Jim gulped and turned around to the noise, (He felt incredibly stupid for acting like a horror movie protagonist in this situation) and spotted the man from his dreams sit there. Didn’t they say he was dead? Decaptivated even? And of course he had horns. He smirked at Jim. “So ..Are you still on the right path?, Father?" He asked while looking absent minded towards the wall . “What a stupid question, of course I am. What do you want, my soul? “ Jim yelled hysterically , losing his demeanor. Why was he tormenting him like that?

The man stood up. He didnt answer his question but was smirking even brighter. “Lets see how he can save you now from that” he replied, with that he revealed his horns and wings. He snapped his finger and a burning pain claimed Jim´s chest. The father screamed for mercy. To anyone that would listen to help him. “Burn in hell you--…” Jim went quiet. He felt something shift, enter his mind and spread inside him like poison , no prayers would save him now. And he was simply not qualified for an exorcism on himself and way too panicked to continue. Jim felt his faith fade, along with his mind. No matter how hard he tried to stay and not let the evil take him over, it was too late for salvation. The begs of mercy faded slowly. His tortured expression turned into one of satisfaction

Father Jim was no more, his smile was not his own, his eyes always overshadowed with the omnipresent glow of his red eyes. Jim slowly got up, groaning from his floor. Facing his new form in the mirror. A bright smile painted his face and he chuckled. A weird dark red substance trickled from his mouth and eyes , and his iris were black along.

And with that the beloved father was gone , buried deep beneath the shadows of the possesion , locked in the dark of his mind.

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