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cultofdixon · 1 year

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You do what you can

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Grimes’s Sister!Reader • This group desperately needs a home, and you need help. There’s only so much the archer and leader can do • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Excessive Nausea & Vomiting / Malnutrition

Requested by: Anon

Hyperemesis Gravidarum, or severe vomitting is what Hershel said. It’s excessive nausea and vomiting that results in being unable to eat and drink because you can’t keep anything down.

Of course I had it.

Finding out I was pregnant in the prison, during the good times was of course bittersweet. Daryl, my partner, was worried about losing me like Lori but reassured that everything would be fine. Then the illness came through and he thought I had it with how intense my morning sickness was.

But Hershel reassured us and well scared us about a lot of the reactions that come with not being able to keep anything down.

“Please, what can I do?”

“Some just have this, Daryl. I’ll keep an eye on her. You gotta help the others”

While Daryl helped get medicine for those suffering the prison illness, he managed to find IV bags of fluids and that helped keep me hydrated when I couldn’t even take a sip of water without my throat burning.

Then well…a lot happened after that

Days have passed and again, a lot has happened. The prison collapsed, the group splitting, Beth’s disappearance, The Claimers,…Terminus, and now the group found themselves in the forest after barley escaping that hell they claimed as a “sanctuary for all” but it wasn’t.

After the small reunion, the group started to walk to…somewhere that wasn’t there. Eventually finding the chapel and the priest that almost lost his life if they didn’t arrive.

Before she even stepped foot into the small chapel, Y/N gripped Daryl’s arm indicating she needed to throw up again and step away to do so. Least she’s trying to inform him instead of disappearing for a few minutes to vomit in the woods. Not a pretty sight or…a pleasant sound.

Rick noticed the two coming in last as Y/N pulls away from Daryl to sit in a pew before ultimately laying down in it. He frowns trying to think of what he could do, she is his sister after all.

“How she doing?” He asks the second the archer approached him after checking on her once more.

“We better have a plan soon” Daryl frowns crossing his arms. “Doubt we’ll run into another hospital but the IV shit helped. Gotta find something like it”

“Or try to get her to drink. Just. Shit, I don’t know what else to do. Lori never had this shit”

The archer was sort of lost in his own mind, trying to plan something out that could help his partner. But every end is a dead one.

“I’m gonna keep watch, holler if?”

“Yeah, go ahead” Rick frowns watching Daryl go back to the pew Y/N was currently laid in, informing her of where he’ll be before stepping out of the chapel and Carol following behind him.

A few hours passed and Y/N jolted awake from an anxious thought only to feel the jacket draped over her which belonged to her brother. She eventually brought herself to sit up and put the jacket on entirely feeling the dryness of her hands, especially after not being able to have nutrients.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Michonne brought herself to sit with Y/N as she instantly rests her head on her friend’s shoulder. “Rick is taking watch and Daryl still isn’t back yet, just thought—-“

“He’s looking for Beth”

“How do you—?”

“Gut feeling…” Y/N frowns bringing her hands onto her small bump, feeling the anxiety bubble up inside her. “Michonne?”

“Yes?”

“…I…I’m afraid of losing my baby” She did her best to keep the tears from coming even if her body fought her against it and worsened her headache by bringing on the tears. “or of them losing—-“

“We will find the help you need. To keep you both alive and well”

But the worse kept coming, and we kept losing.

Bob was the first because of a bite. Then it was Beth at the hospital because of a cop with a trigger finger. Then Tyreese from blood loss because of an amputation caused by a bite. Sasha lost a partner and her brother, Maggie lost the last of her family. The two were on edge, Daryl felt like he failed, and the group was slowly weakening the more they continued on this blind path given the real news about Eugene came out. So no more hope for a cure. It will always be survival for those living through the apocalypse.

Maggie grew extra attached to Y/N given her state and the group can’t take another loss if it happened. Every time Y/N had to throw up or take a breather while the others kept walking, besides Daryl, Maggie was always there glued to her side which included Glenn glued to hers.

“Rick” Maggie called out for him with a bit of venom in her voice as he gave her a concerned look while handing Judith to Carol. “We need a break”

“It’s barely midday, we have to keep walking”

“Y/N can’t keep walking any longer. She needs a break” Maggie frowns pulling him to look directly at Y/N who was struggling to keep herself up even with Daryl’s help.

“Alright…Alright!” Rick nods directing people into the tree line, out of the road, to set up camp for the rest of the day and night.

Abraham took care of checking their surroundings as Sasha retraced their steps making sure they weren’t followed by anything or anyone. Carol got Noah and Glenn to help her set a few trigger lines for those who want to sleep. As much as Daryl wanted to help secure their surroundings, he felt as if he’d leave Y/N, that she’d decline. She’s already doing so but he thought he’d accelerate the process the moment he leaves.

“Can yea try for me?” Daryl frowns giving the last of his water to his partner as she nods, accepting his help with drinking from his canteen. He noticed a bit of a skin reaction on her neck from scratching the dryness as it was the same on her left arm. “Try not to scratch anymore…”

“Hard not to…” Y/N frowns leaning against the tree as Daryl sets his canteen down with his stuff bringing himself to sit against the tree. Gesturing with his eyes for her to lay her head in his lap. “We’ll find something…right, Dar?”

“I promise yea, sunshine” Daryl reassures brushing the hair out of her face watching Maggie approach them draping the blanket Rosita gave her to give Y/N over her body. The poor girl had already fallen asleep after being still long enough. “We’ll find somewhere right?”

“If we have to take it from somebody, then yeah. We’ll find somewhere” Maggie reassures him with a smile but hell, he knew she was anxious about her state.

The night was rough.

While she was exhausted more than the others because of being pregnant and having to be a part of less than 3% of pregnant individuals with hyperemesis gravidarum, she couldn’t control her anxiety jerks that would wake her. Freaking out Daryl every time and him waking resulted in Rick and Maggie waking given they stuck close to the two. Then the almost every hour to vomit. It’s gotten bad that Y/N started to dry heave and that would wake the rest sleeping. But every complain resulted in either her partner glaring at them or her brother snapping.

“My head hurts…” Y/N whispers to herself as the group started walking again the next day, this time she was with Carol while Daryl searched around for anything to have a longer stay in. Away from staying outside.

“Is that it?” Carol’s worry came out of her tone as she brought her arm around Y/N’s waist when she noticed her sway slightly. “You’ve got the last of the water…not like it was enough…we need a miracle or something”

“Kids first…Jude needs it. Carl needs it—-“

“You and your baby do too” Her tone shifted to strict immediately. She remembered how Y/N sacrificed a lot of her things in the past to keep everyone else afloat and she wasn’t about to let her do it again when it comes to her health.

It felt like fate or a foreshadow given after that conversation, everyone surrounded a cluster of water bottles in the middle of the road about an hour later.

“Someone has to test it” Eugene went to grab one and it was immediately smacked out of his hands by Abraham. “What!”

“It could be a trap” Rosita scoffs at him. “You think we’d give a pregnant woman poisoned water”

“Not like I can keep it down” Y/N whispers as she stares at the cluster before flinching to the touch of water. Water?

The storm that Rick expected to come days later, decided to come sooner and thank Mother Nature for that. Few started to empty to bottles and fill it with rain water as it was the next best thing, then those who’ve lost so much took the “peaceful” moment to take it all in.

As Y/N looks up at the rainfall feeling the heat expel her body for a moment and a sudden wave of uncertainty take her. But before she could even be audible about such, her body had enough.

“Y/N!” Maggie yells the second her body hit the floor as Daryl instantly dropped to her aid checking her person for any injury.

But it was just her body shutting down and that thought triggered Daryl.

“I saw a barn a few yards inward. We gotta—-“

Rick didn’t hesitate another moment as he quickly picked up his sister in his arms while Daryl led the way to the temporary shelter he found.

After another rough night and sort of rude morning, Daryl protectively held Y/N close to his person the second she woke around the time this Aaron guy was discovered.

“Hey…hey” Daryl fought back tears watching her wake as she didn’t say anything but rest her head against his chest in a sense of reassurance. “You’re gonna be okay, okay? Please” his voice cracked trying to say more.

“Our community can protect her, your daughter.” Aaron tried to sell this unknown community as he glances to the situation happening behind Rick and directed toward that. “Can save her from dying—-“

Watch your words.

Rick instantly grabbed his collar forcing the man against the nearest wall glaring into his soul. “She ain’t dying and how do I know you wouldn’t kill her in this place?”

“B-Because we won’t! You don’t have to trust us right away b-b-but we have an infirmary. A-A surgeon that knows his stuff”

If his sister wasn’t in this condition, he wouldn’t have give in so easily. Not like he wouldn’t watch this total stranger like a hawk when checking her person.

Which led them to giving about five percent of their trust to this stranger and following him with his partner to Alexandria, the community he talked about. A few residents that helped with the infirmary tried taking Y/N on a gurney but her family was close to killing a few people for trying to touch her without warning. Soon Daryl along with Maggie followed the few that pulled Y/N away on the gurney they brought out after Aaron’s partner Erin radio’d in.

“If you keep glaring, it won’t let me work faster” Peter states, getting the IV into Y/N’s arm after he asked Maggie to help her out of her clothes and into a new change of clothes enough to show some of the skin lesions she had so he could take care of them.

“Don’t do anythin’ without informing” Daryl glares keeping close to Y/N’s bedside on the other side. Peter looks at him with a blank expression, tensing a bit every now and then.

“She’ll stay here until she’s hydrated enough, or least til your group gets placement.” He states hanging the bag after taping the IV on her arm. “Y’all said she’s pregnant?”

For an anxious reason, Daryl gave Maggie a worried expression thinking…yeah…when Peter was simply asking to confirm it or not.

“Yeah, she’s pregnant. Why?” Maggie frowns watching Peter’s every move as he stepped away to one of the storage closets for equipment they have and or get from runs.

“We don’t have an ultrasound machine. Just tests and one of these things I forgot the name of” Peter held a device that could detect the heartbeat of a fetus, as for checking the conditions they’d have to go full old school for that and he’d need to find a book in their library, if they have one on pregnancy. But for now they have this.

Right before Peter even moved the blanket to lift her shirt to put the wand on, Y/N flinched pulling herself away given she woke once more in the middle of all that. Daryl frowns, relieved though, as he brushes back her hair catching her worried expression.

“He’s gonna check on the peanut, Y/N. Just let’em. I won’t let him do anythin’ else” Daryl reassures as Y/N nods slowly letting the man work but kept her eyes on him while he turned the device on and guided the wand to the right spot.

Heartbeat

A surprisingly healthy heartbeat

“That’s good. Strong” Peter states pulling the wand away before fixing the blanket over her and putting the device away. “I’ll come back in an hour or two to give her more fluids. Want me to tell your leader you’ll be in here?” He asks Maggie given the two watched Daryl drop to his knees hugging Y/N tightly her in her laid out state.

“Please.” Maggie gave a small smile letting the man leave before bringing herself to the other side of her bed resting her hand on her leg. “We’ll make this place work. To keep you both safe”

The two held onto one another and Maggie kept an eye on them for Rick before leaving to give them a minute. She kept close to the infirmary in case either of the two needed anything as she watches Rick practically run his way over to her with a worried look.

“She’s going to be okay. They both are” Maggie smiles watching the tension leave Rick’s shoulders for a moment as he instantly went for a hug with his friend.

When they parted, before the retired sheriff went in to check on his sister himself…the remaining Greene stopped him.

“Yeah?”

“We need to make this place work, Rick”

“I know…but—-“

“You can be cautious. We all are gonna be a while…but we all need this to work. For us, your kids, for them. We need this place for us”

“You do what you can for your family, and I’ll always protect mine”

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wasabidottie · 21 days

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The man in the yankees cap part 3

Later that night, after the buzz of your day together had settled, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You picked it up, heart skipping a beat when you saw the notification.

Schlatt: So, I’ve been thinkin’… You’re gonna be bored tomorrow

You smirked, already typing back.

You: bored? why? you planning on being somewhere else?

Schlatt: Nah, just sayin After hangin out with me, everything else is gonna be a letdown It’s a known fact

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the grin forming.

You: bold of you to assume I’m not already bored talking to you

It took a few moments before his next message popped up, and when it did, you could practically hear the tone behind it.

Schlatt: Cute. Real cute But we both know you had fun today Otherwise, you wouldn’t still be textin me

You roll your eyes, his confidence both irritating and endearing.

You: maybe i just feel bad for you

Schlatt: You? Feeling bad for me? Sweetheart, I’m doin just fine In fact, I’m about to make your night a lot more interesting

Your eyebrows shot up, intrigued but cautious. You typed back quickly.

You: oh yea? hows that?

Schlatt: Easy I’m takin’ you out tomorrow. For real this time None of this ‘hanging out’ bullshit An actual date

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart speeding up as you re-read his message. Was he serious? Of course, with Schlatt, you could never tell. Half the time he was sarcastic and the other half… well, maybe this was one of those rare moments where he wasn’t messing around.

You: is this part of the long con? because if it is, ur doing great

Schlatt: Nah, I’m serious I’m asking you out, right here What’s it gonna take? You want me to beg or somethin? Maybe get down on one knee? I can send a picture for proof

You laughed out loud at that, covering your face with your hand. There he was again, walking that fine line between teasing and genuinely trying.

You: a picture, huh? now that would be something but no need for the theatrics i might be free tomorrow

Schlatt: Might be? Don’t make me drag you outta the house. Or worse... I could just show up and knock on your door

You grinned, already picturing his smug face.

You: is that supposed to be a threat? because it sounds kinda stalker-ish.

Schlatt: I call it persistence You’d be impressed by my dedication

You: right, right totally impressed i bet you do this with all the girls

Schlatt: Nah. Just the ones who can handle my bad jokes and still wanna see me the next day

Your heart fluttered a bit at that one. He might be cocky, but damn if he didn’t know how to slip in those lines at just the right moment.

You: fine, i’ll go out with you but you better bring your a-game

Schlatt: Oh sweetheart, you haven’t even seen my B-game yet Tomorrow, 7 Dress nice

You: How original

Schlatt: See ya tomorrow, 7 sharp And don’t be late I’ll know.

You stared at the screen, feeling a mix of excitement and amusement. Even through text, his brash attitude came through so clearly, but there was something beneath it all—a softness he didn’t let show for long.

The next day rolled around faster than expected, and at exactly 6:59, your phone buzzed.

Schlatt: Tick tock, sweetheart

You chuckled, having just pulled into the parking lot. You texted him back quickly.

You: relax. i’m on time you worried i’m gonna stand you up?

Schlatt: Wouldn’t blame ya But I’d track ya down eventually I got resources

You: i’m almost afraid to ask what that means. but I’m ready whats the plan?

There was a pause before he responded.

Schlatt: Not tellin but I promise you’ll have fun and I never break a promise

You grabbed your jacket and headed out the door, your heart doing a little flip. You hadn’t realized how much you were looking forward to this until now.

When you finally met up with him, standing outside a dimly lit restaurant with his signature smug grin, you couldn't help but laugh. "So, where are you taking me?"

“Patience, sweetheart. You’re in for a surprise,” he said, flashing you that cocky grin.

As you both walked inside, the smell of food hit you immediately, and you raised an eyebrow. "So, no wild, elaborate plan, huh?"

“Hey, I’m a man of simple tastes,” he replied, holding the door for you with a small nod. “Besides, I figured I’d keep it easy, so I don’t scare you off on the first date.”

You snorted. “Oh, please. You’re doing that just fine without the fancy stuff.”

“Ah, there it is,” he chuckled. “Already tryin’ to roast me, huh? You’ve got guts.”

“I learned from the best,” you said, your eyes glinting as you gave him a playful nudge.

He laughed again, shaking his head as he led you to a table. "See, this is why I knew we’d get along. You don’t take my shit."

"You say that like it’s a good thing,” you teased.

“It is,” he said, his voice suddenly softer as he looked at you. “I’m serious, though. I don’t usually do this kind of stuff.”

You arched a brow. “What, ask people out?”

“Yeah, not like this. I don’t usually… care as much.” He cleared his throat, quickly slipping back into his familiar tone. “But, uh, don’t let that go to your head.”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “Too late.”

Schlatt groaned dramatically, putting a hand over his eyes. “God, you’re impossible.”

“Yet here you are, sitting across from me,” you pointed out, leaning back in your chair. “So who’s the real winner?”

He peeked through his fingers, smirking. “Fine. You got me. But don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you just ‘cause I like your company.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Good,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Because I plan on keeping you on your toes.”

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The restaurant was cozy, with low lighting and the soft hum of conversations surrounding you. It was a surprisingly intimate setting, one you hadn’t expected from Schlatt. But then again, you were learning that he had layers—layers he didn’t let people see too often.

As you both sat down, you couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t wearing his usual Yankees cap. His brown hair, usually hidden, was tousled but still had that effortless look. It made him seem a little more… approachable, in a way.

Schlatt caught you staring and raised an eyebrow. “What? Somethin’ on my face?”

You quickly shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “No, just… you look different without the hat.”

He smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, figured I’d class it up a bit for you. Didn’t want you thinkin’ I was some kinda slob.”

You laughed softly. “Right, because the hat is what would’ve done that.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re a real piece of work, y’know that?”

The conversation between you felt natural, but there was a shift in the air—something more serious lingering beneath the surface. It was in the way he looked at you, his eyes lingering a little longer than usual, and the way his smile softened just a bit more.

“So,” he said, leaning back in his chair and giving you a once-over that made your heart skip a beat, “I gotta say, you clean up real nice.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, his gaze both flattering and a little unnerving. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Damn right,” he replied with a grin, but then his expression turned a bit more sincere. “Nah, seriously. You… you look good tonight. Real good.”

There was something in the way he said it—raw, almost like he wasn’t used to giving compliments, but felt compelled to anyway. It made your heart race, but in a way that left you wanting more.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep things light. “I should be saying that to you. You’re the one who took the hat off.”

He smirked, shrugging. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. This is a special occasion.”

“Oh, so I’m special now?” you teased, leaning in slightly.

He held your gaze, his smirk fading into something more serious. “Yeah, you are.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before—a crack in his usual tough exterior.

“Well,” you finally said, your voice a little softer, “I’m glad you think so.”

He nodded, his hand drumming lightly on the table as if he were trying to shake off the intensity of the moment. “Yeah, yeah, whatever”

You laughed, but the warmth in your chest didn’t fade. It was strange how quickly you’d grown comfortable with him, how easily you fell into this rhythm. But there was also an excitement, a thrill in not knowing what would happen next.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed easily between you. Schlatt kept the jokes coming, but there was a tenderness in his tone that hadn’t been there before. He asked about your interests, your dreams, and even though he tried to hide it, you could tell he was genuinely curious.

At one point, you mentioned a hobby you were passionate about, and he leaned in, listening intently. “That’s pretty cool,” he said, surprising you with his sincerity. “Didn’t take you for the type.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What type did you take me for?”

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “I dunno. But I like that you keep me guessin’. Keeps things interesting.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. “You’re not so bad at keeping things interesting yourself.”

The night was winding down, and as you both left the restaurant, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad that it was over. But there was also a sense of anticipation, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.

As you walked down the street, the cool night air brushing against your skin, Schlatt turned to you, his expression more serious than it had been all night.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a little gruffer, “I had a good time tonight. Better than I thought I would.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell. “Me too. I’m glad we did this.”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. “So, uh… we should do it again sometime.”

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if he wasn’t used to putting himself out there like this. It made you like him even more.

“I’d like that,” you replied softly.

He grinned, relief flashing across his face. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like it,” he shot back, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You didn’t deny it. Instead, you just smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of something that neither of you had expected but were both eager to explore.

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As you both approached your front door, the quiet of the night settled in around you. The soft buzz of the evening had dulled, and now it was just you, Schlatt, and the gentle rhythm of your footsteps. He’d walked beside you, hands stuffed in his pockets, the usual bravado seemingly softened by the evening you’d spent together.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to him with a smile that felt a little heavier than usual. Maybe it was because the night was ending, or maybe it was because you weren’t sure what would happen next.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said softly. “I had a really good time.”

Schlatt grunted, looking down at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes. “Yeah, me too. It was… better than I expected.”

There was a flicker of something behind his words—something hesitant, like he was holding back. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched slightly, his eyes darting to your lips and then away just as quickly.

He didn’t want to leave. You could feel it, and the funny thing was, you didn’t want him to go either.

“Guess I’ll see you around,” you said, your voice softer now, the words laced with an unspoken question.

Schlatt nodded, his lips parting like he wanted to say something more, but nothing came out. You gave him a final smile before turning to unlock your door. The click of the lock seemed louder than it should have been, the finality of it making your chest tighten.

As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of disappointment. Something was missing. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was a lingering tension—something unresolved.

Schlatt stood there, watching the door close, his mind racing. He cursed under his breath, hating himself for letting the moment slip by. He should’ve kissed you. He should’ve done something. But instead, he stood there like an idiot, just watching you go.

“Goddammit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before. He’d been on dates, kissed girls, but this… this was different. You were different.

The way you looked at him, the way you laughed at his stupid jokes—there was something about you that had him all twisted up inside. He wasn’t used to feeling like this, wasn’t used to giving a damn about what happened next.

But right now, all he could think about was the fact that he hadn’t kissed you, and it was eating him alive.

He stood there for a moment longer, debating with himself. Should he just leave? Chalk it up to nerves and move on? No. No, he couldn’t do that. Not this time.

Before he could stop himself, he turned and banged on your door, his heart pounding in his chest. The sound echoed in the quiet night, and for a second, he wondered if he’d gone too far, if he’d screwed up even more by coming back.

But then the door opened, and there you were, looking at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“Schlatt?” you asked, your voice filled with confusion. “What’s going on?”

He stood there, looking a little wild-eyed, but there was determination in his expression now—like he’d made up his mind and wasn’t going to back down.

“There’s somethin’ I need to do,” he said, his voice rough but steady.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity in his gaze. “What do you mean?”

He took a step forward, his hand reaching out, hovering just near your arm. “I’m askin’ permission. Before I do it.”

You frowned, trying to piece together what he was talking about. But then, as his eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, realization hit you like a freight train.

“Oh,” you breathed, your heart skipping a beat.

He swallowed hard, his voice lower now, almost vulnerable. “Can I kiss you?”

For a second, you couldn’t find the words, the intensity of the moment catching you off guard. But then you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

Schlatt didn’t hesitate after that. He closed the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your face as his lips met yours in a kiss that was both bold and soft, a contradiction that somehow made perfect sense with him. There was a rawness to it, a need that he hadn’t shown before, but beneath that, there was a softness—an unspoken promise that this wasn’t just a moment. It was something more.

His hands, large and warm, cradled your face with surprising tenderness, his lips pressing against yours in a way that made your heart race. It wasn’t hurried or rushed; it was careful, like he was savoring every second, every breath.

When he finally pulled back, he kept his forehead against yours, his breath heavy and uneven. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze locking onto yours.

“That was overdue,” he said, his voice a little raspy.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your heart still pounding in your chest. “Yeah, it was.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet night wrapping around you like a blanket. But then Schlatt grinned, that familiar teasing glint returning to his eyes.

“So… you think that was any good?” he asked, his tone light, but there was a hint of real concern behind the joke.

You smiled, reaching up to run a hand through his messy brown hair. “Better than I expected," you said mirroring his words from before.

He chuckled, pulling you close again for another kiss, this time more confident, more sure of himself. And as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, you realized that this was just the beginning of something you hadn’t expected but now couldn’t imagine going without.

And maybe—just maybe—Schlatt was thinking the exact same thing.

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mothwingwritings · 8 months

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F!Reader X Ren Hana

Hello everyone!!! Back at it again with a new Boyfriend To Death fic ❤

I know what you might be saying. “Wow another BTD fic based around a collar, real original Moth” BUT in my defense I actually wrote this one before the story I wrote for Strade. My brain barfed this out a few months ago (when I finished playing through Ren’s route for the first time) but I wanted to make something Christmas-esque because it was December, so Strade’s story came out first.

Regardless, I had a lot of fun writing both, so I hope you enjoy them too! ❤

Though there is nothing overtly sexual in this, due to the subject nature of this fic this story is 18+ ONLY please!!!

Warnings: imprisonment, abuse (physical and mental), reader has some extreme Stockholm syndrome going on, incredibly unhealthy relationship, biting, blood, reader gets hurt, mentions of sex, I guess maybe petplay potentially??? (what with the collar and all).

Thank you for reading!

“Okay… You promise you’ll be a good girl, right? No funny business?”

Despite being perched on soft carpet, your legs ached from kneeling on them for the past half hour. You kept your back pin straight and your shoulders even, your hands neatly folded in your lap. His voice was cheery as he spoke down to you, playful even, but you knew Ren well enough to know that these next moments were crucial. With him, even the most benign moments could turn at the drop of a hat.

“I promise Ren. I’ll be good.”

Your voice was soft as you responded to him, big doe eyes looking up at the beastkin in expectation. Your promise wasn’t a lie- you always intended to be good for him, striving to do so even when the situation made that nearly impossible. You bit your bottom lip apprehensively, a slight shiver wracking Ren’s body when you did so. He was watching you just as closely as you were him, drinking in your form, honing in on each and every move of your body and change of expression.

He smiled at you, that sad half smile he always got when he was grappling with his inner emotions. “I know you will. You are always good for me… To me…” He hesitated for a moment, staring with trepidation at the key that lay in his hand. It was no bigger than his pinky, but seemed to weigh him down regardless.

“I’m just, um, nervous I guess. But I’m not sure why? It’s not like taking it off is gonna change anything,” Though he laughed to dispel the tension, it had the opposite effect, his nerves palpable as he fidgeted where he stood.

For a moment you thought he was going to go back on his word. Tell you to forget about it and toss the shock collar’s key aside, leaving you stuck in it for another day. Part of you wondered if that would even matter. Ren was right, nothing truly would change, collar or not.

… But still, you couldn’t help but hope. That cruel, nagging feeling swelled up in your heart, making your breath hitch in anticipation. Your heart beat like a drum in your chest and sweat slicked your brow as you watched him nervously turn the key around in his palm, your fate in his hands as he mulled the decision over.

It had been months now that the collar had been around your neck, heavy and overbearing, a constant, torturous reminder of your new life. He had only allowed it to come off in brief intervals when you showered or when you slept so that you could find some comfort as you laid next to him, caged in by his embrace. Otherwise it wrapped around your neck like a noose, and even though these days its intended purpose was hardly necessary, Ren kept it firmly in place. He was too afraid to keep it off you for long, worried that given the choice you would abandon him too.

But you wouldn’t. For better or worse, whatever twisted feelings Ren had harbored for you, you now shared for him-all of his ardent affections reciprocated. Deep inside you knew this all was wrong, and it would be a blatant lie if you said you no longer felt any fear or sadness over all that had transpired (all that continues to transpire) while he held you in captivity. Even so, none of that dulled the fact that at this point you craved his touch, yearned for his smile, and wanted nothing more than his companionship and love to get you through the lonely struggle life had become.

After spending months with him as your only companion, you had grown to care deeply for Ren. Though the experience was often terrifying and confusing, you had learned to place your trust in him as he watched over you the past half year, relying on him for all your needs and necessities. The more time you spent together, the more you learned about him. And the more you learned, the more you began to open up to him.

After a certain point, love began to blossom.

That feeling flourished within, growing so unruly that even his moments of torment and cruelty were accepted with open arms. It took you awhile to realize it, but you now understand that everything Ren does he does for your benefit. Whether he was treating you like a princess or teaching you a harsh lesson, Ren did everything in his power to make sure you were cared for, protected, and aware. Life wasn’t always fair and kind, it was better to be taught that at the hands of someone who loved you then to experience it unexpectedly out in the wild.

Looking back on it now, you were a fool not to appreciate him sooner. All the fussing and fighting you did when he first brought you home seemed completely ridiculous now. He took you in, let you live in a nice home, prepared you home cooked meals every day, and lavished you in affection even when you were being stubborn and didn’t deserve it.

For all that he is and all that he has done for you- the good and bad alike- he deserved nothing but your wholehearted devotion in return. Thinking about the past made you cringe but you refused to let yourself get caught up in it, doing your best every day to be good for him and make up for your prior indiscretions. He loved you with all that he is, poured his soul into caring for you and keeping you content. No past lover had ever treated you with the loyalty or attention that Ren had, and you were thankful for that.

His happiness had become your happiness. To risk the life you had built together by taking advantage of his kindness was unthinkable.

But even with your steadfast dedication to him, he still continued to mull over this decision with a deep scowl plastered on his face. An ache blossomed in your chest. Surely he had to realize by now that he was just as precious to you as you were to him? You pouted a bit as you watched him agonize over the situation, your heart hurting to see him have such a lack of faith in your bond.

“… Ren?”

Your questioning voice caught his attention, dragging his focus away from the key he was clutching in his sweaty grip. The moment you had grabbed his attention, you slowly began scooting closer to him, your knees itching as they scratched against the fibers of the fancy carpet. Once you neared him, you raised your hands till they cupped his, gently enveloping his shaky fist in your warm hold. You pulled his hand towards your mouth, delicately kissing each of his fingers as you stared up into his eyes.

“If you don’t want to take it off, you don’t have to,” you smiled at him genuinely, your lips lingering on his thumb before you pulled away. You felt a shiver pass through him as his eyes grew hazy, boring into yours with growing intensity, “I can tell it’s making you uncomfortable, so it’s OK. I am not upset, we can keep it on another day-“

“No.”

Your eyes widened at the assuredness in his voice, all previous concern nonexistent. “No… It’s time to take it off. It’s only getting in the way at this point. Just… Gimme a second, OK?”

He positioned himself behind you, nervous hands fumbling as he worked to remove the collar. After several seconds of poking and prodding, a loud ‘click’ came from the back of your neck followed by a small thud as the heavy collar fell from your body, colliding with the carpeted floor.

Your hand’s shot up to touch your exposed skin, a shiver coursing through you as the cold air hit your sweaty flesh. Tears began to well in your eyes as the realization donned on you. You were free. You had been a good girl for Ren and he rewarded you for it, just like you knew he would.

“W-well,” you heard Ren stutter above you, clearly a bit nervous about what may happen next, “What do you think? How does it feel?”

“It feels amazing,” your voice warbled as you still got used to the sensation. Its absence was foreign and exciting and you couldn’t help but break out in a huge, elated grin. “Thank you Ren. Thank you so much.”

He lowered himself in front of you, crouching on his knees. “Can I see?” A hint of worry still remained in his timid voice, fearful that you may still end up rejecting him.

You looked to him with a smile and nodded, baring your neck for him to witness. “Of course! I probably look a little bit different without it on, huh?”

“Pretty…” His voice was breathless as he dragged his fingers gingerly across the freed skin of your neck. His pupils dilating slightly as he felt you shudder under his touch. “So, so pretty… But also, a little barren, don’t you think?”

Your breath caught at the insinuation, a small wave of panic causing your body to tense. Did he regret his decision after all? Was he going to put the collar back on? You had told him it was fine if he decided that, and you weren’t someone who went back on their word, but at the same time… that was before you experienced it. Now that you realized how good it felt without that horrible, weighty reminder clinging to your skin, you dreaded the thought of it attached to your body once more.

An airy chuckle fell from his lips as he noted your reaction. He leaned in closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek as he brought his mouth close to your ear.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, I’m not going to put it back on. But I do hate the idea of you walking around without something on your body to signify that you’re mine, you know?” His caress traveled from your cheek, his right hand snaking around your head to cradle it, pulling you closer to him. His free hand wrapped around your waist, which kept you flush against him.

“I want to give you something better than that collar,” his voice had become strained, lithe fingers curling up to entangle in your hair, tugging roughly on the strands at the base of your neck. “I want you to have something personal, something that will look perfect on you.”

Without another word, he latched himself to your neck. Not in a kiss, but a harsh, powerful bite.

You gasped as his sharp incisors dug themselves into your flesh, a wave of pain causing tears to flood your eyes. You pressed your fists against his chest, biting down on your trembling bottom lip in an effort to hold back your cries.

Warm blood trickled from the wound as he detached himself, a vibrant trail snaking from the puncture wound to slither down your neck. His tongue stopped it before it hit your collar bone, leaving a wet, sloppy streak across your neck as he licked up the mess.

“This is much better, right?” He asked tentatively, his fingers traveling down to trace the wound he had inflicted. Blood coated his fingertips as he ran them over the injury, his breath hitching as he smeared you with crimson, “prettier… you are so pretty, (name)…”

“T-thank you Ren,” you flinched at the movement of his fingers, shuddering as he pressed down on the open wound, “It’s much better.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed, pivoting your head slightly so that he could nuzzle into the unmarred side, “but it’s not perfect yet, there needs to be more.”

Another abrupt bite sunk into your flesh. This time you couldn’t help but cry out, blubbery whimpers tumbling from your quivering lips. You felt Ren shiver against you, your reactions eliciting an excited moan from him that was muffled by your flesh in his jaw. The hold his teeth had on you eventually yielded, but the assault of his mouth did not. Feverish kisses pressed against the new wound, his tongue lapping at the blood as it muscled its way across the puncture. You whined at the sensation, waves of pain emanating from the weeping, gory wounds as he continued to aggravate them.

When he finally pulled away tears had already begun to fall freely down your cheeks. Though he had given your neck a much needed break, you were given no time to collect yourself as he proceeded in pressing his lips firmly to yours. The taste of copper flooded your tongue as he deepened the kiss, forcibly pushing himself against you until you had no choice but to lean backwards, your back falling flat against the floor as he crawled overtop you.

He placed his hands on either side of you, his legs straddling your hips as he sat himself atop you. You were effectively caged in when his lips parted from your own, and though his face was obscured in shadows, you could clearly see a swath of your blood spread across his mouth. It perfectly complimented the animalistic hunger in his eyes, his mischievous fox like features seeming far more sinister than normal as he leered down at you.

If you didn’t know any better, you would fear he was going to eat you alive.

“I want to mark you in all kinds of ways, (Name),” His tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, a sliver of pink peeking through the red, “I want to mark you to show you how much I love you. I want you to be able to look at every inch of your body and be reminded of me. That way even if we get separated, you won’t be lonely. You’ll have a constant reminder of how much I love you.”

A serene smile spread across his face as he looked at you, the vibrancy of his blush nearly matching the blood that coated his mouth and chin. He shifted a bit above you, the feel of his hardening cock unmistakable as it pressed against your pelvis.

“I love you,” his voice wavered as he leaned closer towards you, unsteady breaths fanning your face as his lovesick eyes drank you in. His lips were teasingly close to yours as he continued to smile down at you, a small, happy laugh tumbling from his lips as his tail began to swish behind him in excitement.

“I’m so glad I made you mine.”

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embrosegraves · 8 months

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(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader Enemies to lovers, forced proximity. “He loves you, y’know? He’s just afraid of admitting it."

Warnings: heavy use of explicit language.

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For as long as you could remember, Fernando Alonso has hated you. If you had to be in a room with him, he was as far away as he could get. Oftentimes you would try and talk with him, try to understand why he didn’t like you, only for him to ignore whatever it was you were saying.

Eventually you gave up. Why should you put in all this effort just to be pushed aside and ignored? If he thought he was good at being an asshole, you were going to be better. If he thought he was bad, you were going to be worse. There was a lot of tension between the two of you. Everybody could see it. Nobody wanted to talk about it around you, or even bring it up to you. Nobody except a good friend of yours, Jensen Button. Who just so happened to also be Fernando’s teammate.

“Okay, I literally can’t keep up with this anymore.” He said to you. FP2 had finished a few hours ago and the interviews that occurred afterwards were full of snide comments and poorly veiled insults between you and Fernando. “What the fuck happened between the two of you?”

You scoffed, “When you figure it out let me know.”

Jensen looked at you in disbelief. “You mean you don’t even know?”

“Look, Jense. All I know is that he snubbed me whenever I tried to talk to him. He’s ignored me and made comments about me for my entire career in this goddamn sport. So if he wants to be a dickhead with the only female driver in however many fucking years, I’m gonna give as good as I’m getting.” You stormed off before he had a chance to reply.

Jensen stood there as he watched you get in your car and start driving, presumably to the hotel the drivers were put in. He had to get to the bottom of this. Turning on his heel, Jensen made his way back to the paddock in search of Fernando, who he knew would still be here.

When Jensen found him, Fernando was humming an old Spanish song while he folded the little laundry he had in his driver's room.

“Has your woman gone home?” Fernando asked, seeing Jensen standing there in his peripheral.

“Not my woman. She’s basically my sister.”

“But she has gone to the hotel, yes?”

“Why do you hate her?” Jensen ignored Fernando’s question in favour of asking the one thing he set out to find the answer for.

Fernando frowned and paused what he was doing. Setting down the clothes, but not turning around, he asked Jensen, “What makes you say I hate her?”

“Well, in her own words, you snubbed her everytime she went to speak with you. You’ve ignored her and made comments about her for, and I quote, ‘her entire career in this goddamn sport’.” Jensen walked further inside Fernando’s room, gently closing the door as he went.

“She has been doing the same to me, no?”

“Yeah well, she told me she was only giving as good as she was getting, so.” Jensen shrugged, “She seems pretty set in thinking you hate her. I’m only here to figure out what’s going on between you two.”

It was silent for a few minutes before Fernando spoke up.

“She intimidates me.”

Jensen wasn’t sure if he had heard his teammate correctly.

“I’m sorry? She intimidates you?”

Fernando had turned around to look at him now. “When I heard about a female racer that was bulldozing through the ranks, I started to follow her career. Every interview she gave, every race she drove, I kept track of it all. I was impressed.” He walked over and sat on the small couch. “The more I watched, the more I followed, the more enamoured I became with her. That’s what intimidated me.”

“So she’s not the one intimidating you. Your own feelings are.”

“Yes. I was scared. For so long I was comfortable with not having a partner, not having a family. I was scared to suddenly want these things with a person I have never met in my life.”

“So you thought the best way to deal with that was being a dickhead? That was smart.” It was Jensen’s turn to scoff now. “That has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“I know. I was afraid of what I would say if I spoke to her directly. So I stuck to what I know how to do, play up my media persona of being arrogant.”

“That’s not arrogance, Mate. That’s plain and simple stupidity.” Jensen let out an exhausted breath and opened the door. “I only hope that one day, you can somehow overcome that.”

While he walked away from Fernando, Jensen promised himself that one way or another, he would bring an end to the issue between you and his teammate.

His opportunity came the next day when he saw you walk into your driver’s room after qualifying. He knew that you would likely want to be by yourself, especially because you had only just managed to get into Q3, but he was damned if he didn’t use this opportunity.

As quickly as he could, he made his way over to Fernando’s driver’s room, grabbed his wrist and started dragging him through the paddock and towards you. Because you and Jensen were so close with each other, he knew that your door would be unlocked. So when he got there with Fernando, he quickly threw the door open, shoved Fernando inside and closed the door. Using his body as a barricade, he stopped Fernando’s attempts of getting out of the small room.

Until now, you had been too shocked to properly react to what was happening, but as soon as you registered that Fernando of all people was inside your driver’s room and that Jensen had been the one to put him there, you got angry.

“Jensen I know you’re outside the door, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You yelled. Having never heard you genuinely angry before, Fernando had stopped his attempts of pushing the door open to get out. As much as he could, he quickly moved out of the way when you started to step over to pound on the door and continue yelling at your best friend.

“I’m not opening this door until you sort your shit out with each other!” Jensen yelled back.

“You’re a piece of shit Jensen! I swear to god if you don’t open this fucking door, I’m never fucking speaking to you again!”

“I think I’ll live!”

You yelled out in frustration and fury. Turning around, you saw Fernando looking at you in shock. “What!?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry.” His voice was a whisper. Almost as if he was scared of you.

“Well aren’t you lucky?” You were no longer yelling, but the anger was still evident in your words. “Listen, I could care less if you hate me, but could you at least explain that to Jensen so I can leave?” You punctuated your sentence with a solid kick to the door, where Jensen was still using his bodyweight to stop you from leaving.

“I don’t hate you.”

You laughed. Doubled over hands on your knees, you laughed as if he had said the funniest thing in the world. “That has to be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you say Alonso.”

It was Jensen’s voice beyond the door that made you sober up quickly. “He’s in love with you! He’s just too pussy to tell you!”

You practically gave yourself whiplash turning your head to look at Fernando’s face. “You what?”

“I-” Before Fernando could get a word in edgewise, you had turned back to the door, pounding your open hand on it.

“Jensen, this isn’t funny! You can’t do this to me, you can’t play me like this! Please just open the door!” The amount of emotion coursing through you made your voice crack as you pleaded to be let out.

“I promise you, Buggy, I’m not doing this to hurt you.”

“What do you mean?” Fernando had asked you.

“Years ago, before we were ever teammates and before she got to F1, Y/n told me that she was the most excited to meet you. She’s always admired you. She was gutted when you acted how you did the day you met. Ever since, she’s tried to understand what was wrong with her. Wouldn’t listen when I said it had nothing to do with her.” Jensen said loud enough for you both to hear him. “I have to do this, Buggy. I only ever want the best for you and if that means I have to make you confront this, then so be it.”

At this point Fernando had slowly made his way over to where you had practically run to. The look on your face broke his heart, so he slowly and clearly moved his arms to hold you close to him.

“Let go of me! Let me go! You- You hate me! You don’t like me, please just let go..” You had tried prying yourself out of his arms before deflating in defeat and crying.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel that way. Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.” He kept hugging you close, gently his hand over your head and shushing you like one would when calming a child.

Jensen’s heart broke as he heard you break down. He knew this needed to happen, but it still hurt to hear his best friend, his little sister, crying her heart out.

Fernando managed to gently guide you so that the two of you were sitting on the floor. He didn’t want to risk you falling because of being too overwhelmed. He started explaining to you how he had followed your career since you had been in Formula 3. He spoke about how he admired just how driven you were, which had earned a small, wet chuckle from you. Eventually, you had calmed down enough to stop crying, though neither you nor Fernando made an effort to move from the embrace.

After a few moments of silence, Fernando spoke. His voice whispered, “He’s right.”

“Who?” Your voice was still wrought with emotion.

“Jensen. He was right when he said I was too scared to tell you I love you.”

“But why?”

“Why was I scared?” he wiped a stray tear from your face, “There’s a lot of reasons I guess. I mean-”

You cut him off. “No, I mean why are you in love with me? You haven’t spoken to me directly ever since I got here, so why would you love me?”

Fernando gently squeezed you. “A lot of reasons. I guess the biggest one is that I saw how determined you were, fighting to be on the top step after every race. I saw how you never let anybody tell you how to act. You’ve always had a fire in you and that attracted me the most. El hecho de que seas tan hermosa también ayuda.” [The fact that you're so beautiful helps too.]

A small part of your brain clocked onto the fact that Fernando had no idea what languages you spoke. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Guapa.” [Pretty]

“Tomé clases de español de niña, hasta que tuve fluidez.” [I took Spanish classes as a kid, until I was fluent.]

Fernando placed a lingering kiss on your forehead, “Every word I said is the truth.”

“Thank you.”

Kinda struggled writing the "Enemies to Lovers" part of this but overall I think I did pretty good.

I hope you all enjoyed!

MUAHS <3

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #formula one #formula 1 #fernando alonso #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x you #f1 angst #fa14 #Reader is besties with Jensen Button #anon request

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pokegalla · 3 months

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I can’t believe I did a whole series for this but did NOT do one for my small chested people- 🥲 so thank you for the idea. This one is for you!

Request by @bloodofvoidx

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With a Small Chested S/o!

Dream:

* ……Listen I know yall love Dream but he has no room to talk shit about small chests when his Ecto is just as small- then again he would never. He’ll always find you beautiful! …..but he does feel a little relieved. Maybe even less insecure…

* Shopping for your size is tough too! Especially certain outfits. Seriously you just want one outfit where your boob actually fills the area. But it’s even funnier when Dream tries on outfits with you, having the same problem as he’s trying to help you. At least you get a laugh in together!

* In private he LOVES teasing your chest. Giving it lots of butterfly kisses and praising it. He really loves how beautiful you look. Oh but if you EVER feel negative about your chest? Oh honey he’s gonna spoil you and praise you until your head spins! And oh trust me it will not change if things decided to escalate~

* In public, he respects your space but that doesn’t stop him from whispering sweet words in your ears. “Yknow I saw this adorable lacy nightgown…it’s a little see through but I’m sure you’d look adorable in it…~” Sly lil guy-

* It’s hard to resist seeing how red your face can get✨

Blue:

* He is not an innocent guy- a sweetheart. But not innocent. And hell yes he loves all types of chests. And yours will never be an exception-

* His hugs never change but his nuzzles are WAY more obvious and deliberate. God forbid you wear an outfit with a low cut down your chest. He’d sneak so many glances. And if you are comfortable with it (always important to make sure S/o is comfortable 😔✨) he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders and let a hand stay near your chest. Just gently caressing you lovingly.

* In private he is much more comfortable to simply nuzzle into your shirt. Quite literally I mean. Bro would duck into your shirt just to be closer to you. Smooching your torso and face. He can’t help it! You are so adorable! And he thinks your chest is the epitome of adorableness✨ he does get a little carried away though….dont be surprised if he leaves a few playful marks~

* He’s a very honest guy. So much so that he’s a little too blunt. Now normally it’s not a big deal as it’s actually a little refreshing. That is until he says some shit like this “Yknow last night you looked really cute in that bra! I almost wanted to keep it on while we-“ you had to cover his mouth. You love him but man he is comfortable around you.

* Then again he makes you comfortable too. And that’s what matters most!

Ink:

* Here this lil shit goes. You already know what you signed up for with this guy- don’t get me wrong. He can be sweet. But he’s still a big gremlin (other then his height-)

* He’s not afraid to touch your chest in public. The problem is with smaller chests, it’s a bit….harder to reach. So he’d try to hug you from behind, reaching around you to the front….and he has to be on his toes just to reach. Safe to say that embarrassed him more than you. Even funnier if he misses and you tease him. He might be deterred now but he’ll keep trying!

* At least in private it’s easier. Looser clothing, laying and sitting down, he can always have free access✨ though sometimes the little shit is like “Well why don’t you just walk around without a shirt? It’s not like it would make a difference-“ please smack him. He is teasing though. He just wants an excuse to see your pretty chest✨

* Other than teases, he’s actually very silver tongued. Would give you the sweetest compliment then throw in a suggestive comment as he leans in close….just to gently flick at your chest and run. This childish little man-

* Oh well. He’s certainly your childish little man. Better run after him before he gets away!

Killer:

* You thought he was gonna change and NOT be the worse one?! This is a true man of culture here. Size truly does not matter to this man. As long as he can INDULGE✨

* His menace like ways will actually double with a small chest. Trailing his finger down the middle, not quite doing anything bad but that smirk just screaming out what he really wants. Even does a little flick at the nip if you decided to wear no bra. You are not escaping that guy’s gaze-

* In private he is just more chill and more bold- when cuddling he just squishes them like squish balls. His excuse is simply that they fit perfectly in his hands and are perfect stress relievers. You can’t complain with the science ok? 😔✨ besides I doubt you are complaining when he decides to give you a little reward right after~

* And his teasing is despicable- he’s a bold guy. He genuinely gives no fucks. The moment he’s in the mood, he’s already getting you into the mood. Even worse if you have an easy access shirt- you guys end up having to sneak away. “Heh….i knew you couldn’t resist it cutie~ now be good and stay quiet for me~” still evil-

* But at least he has his sweet moments too! He can’t help but love everything about you after all! You’re irresistible to him!

#my writing #undertale au #self insert #funny #cute #sans au x reader #undertale au x reader #ink sans #killer sans #dream sans #swap sans #underswap sans #undertale au headcanons #request answered

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edenmemes · 1 year

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resident evil: 4 remake starters

❝ man, that stinks. ❞ ❝ this just keeps getting worse. ❞ ❝ you’re still a kid holding onto fantasies of what’s right and wrong. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna let you in on a little secret. just between us. ❞ ❝ the hell is going on? ❞ ❝ hey, we’re a team, right? ❞ ❝ where’s everyone going? bingo? ❞ ❝ you and me are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ that’s just like you. you always had poor judgement. ❞ ❝ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❞ ❝ like i told you, i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i’m not falling for your mind games. ❞ ❝ you proved you can handle yourself. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed a damn bit. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞ ❝ gotta fix everything myself. ❞ ❝ you can’t run. you got to keep moving forward. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing but an extra in my script. ❞ ❝ i thought you were gonna die. ❞ ❝ i don’t pay you to ask questions. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for resting. ❞ ❝ revenge? you think i’m doing all this...for revenge? ❞ ❝ i need you to trust me, and do exactly as i say. ❞ ❝ you’re too soft to do what’s necessary. ❞ ❝ i know your potential better than anyone. ❞ ❝ you’ve made it all this way, but you haven’t learned a thing. ❞ ❝ maybe you’ll live to meet me again. ❞ ❝ the most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power. ❞ ❝ i’ve something to ask you...but i don’t think i’ll get a straight answer. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. what’re you after? ❞ ❝ you know, you were always an asshole. ❞ ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞ ❝ you are nothing if not unyielding. ❞ ❝ i just wanna feel good about myself. make amends. or something like that. ❞ ❝ just give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, okay? ❞ ❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞ ❝ what do you think? people can change, right? ❞ ❝ not looking good, eh, my friend? ❞ ❝ you try to save one person; a hundred others die. ❞ ❝ was that an act of defiance? against me? ❞ ❝ a well-tuned weapon can make up for a lack of skill. ❞ ❝ i’ll let myself out. ❞ ❝ you won’t get away with this. ❞ ❝ be a shame to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’ - am i right? ❞ ❝ you have the stench of battle on you. ❞ ❝ so, tell me, why did you come to this horrible place? ❞ ❝ you wanna help? cause i could use it. ❞ ❝ if i could just forget what happened that night, the pain - even for a second... ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i think you’d be pretty dashing in it. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to having such good company. ❞ ❝ hey. it’s dangerous outside. ❞ ❝ god damn...i was almost a pancake. ❞ ❝ a lot of people have gone missing around here. and it’s been like that for a while now. ❞ ❝ sorry. i, uh, screwed up. ❞ ❝ i’m so scared. when that happened...i wasn’t myself any more. ❞ ❝ well done. you’ve proven yourself reliable. ❞ ❝ won’t be going anywhere in this thing. ❞ ❝ sorry, didn’t realize that was yours. ❞ ❝ this time, it can be different. it has to. ❞ ❝ everything will work out just fine. ❞ ❝ you missed. that’s not like you. ❞ ❝ come to my rescue, prince charming! ❞ ❝ sometimes it’s more fun not knowing. ❞ ❝ if you do well, i’ll make it worth your while. ❞ ❝ that hurts, you know. ❞ ❝ this is one hell of a gloomy place. ❞ ❝ why help me, though? what’s in it for you? ❞ ❝ oh, well, maybe just untie me then? ❞ ❝ knowledge is power. remember that. ❞ ❝ i can’t tell if that’s meant to be a compliment. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you’ll do your best to help me. ❞ ❝ bill me for the repairs later. ❞ ❝ it seemed like you really wanted to talk. ❞ ❝ you know, those things will kill you. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed. you just think you have. ❞ ❝ don’t let the smallfry distract you from the big fish. ❞ ❝ quiet type, eh? ❞ ❝ guess you picked the wrong spot to vacation. ❞ ❝ a most warm welcome to my castle. ❞ ❝ bet you’ve been in spots like this before. ❞ ❝ to think you could be this foolish. ❞ ❝ give me a break already. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i wish i could do more to help. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to recall what happened down there. ❞ ❝ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ❞ ❝ finally, some peace and quiet. ❞ ❝ who are you? and what are you doing here? ❞ ❝ i’m just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies’ man. ❞ ❝ you should really be telling me what a good job i did. ❞ ❝ is this the first time you coughed up blood like this? ❞ ❝ so much for helping me. �� ❝ so, who are you working for this time? ❞ ❝ you think i’m gonna give up that easily? ❞ ❝ hey, are you sure you’re good? ❞ ❝ i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. but you’re going to have to trust me. ❞ ❝ gimme some space. ❞ ❝ i don’t get you. why risk your life like this? ❞ ❝ it’s a little over-the-top, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ they’re coming! get behind me. ❞ ❝ does that hurt? are you in pain? distressed? ❞ ❝ you are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass. ❞ ❝ you know i don’t work and tell. ❞ ❝ you’ve done well to make it this far. ❞ ❝ tell someone who gives a shit. ❞ ❝ happy to help. now you owe me. ❞ ❝ are you just trying to use me again? ❞ ❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ ❝ i’m definitely gonna catch a cold. ❞ ❝ this artwork...doesn’t it look like it’s telling some kind of story? ❞ ❝ what do we do? there’s no way out. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with wanting the same for myself? ❞ ❝ it’s a little old fashioned for my taste. ❞ ❝ you’re losing your cool. making mistakes. ❞ ❝ don’t scare me like that. ❞ ❝ you’re slow. and so goddamn weak. ❞ ❝ wow, you’ve really gone all out for me! you shouldn’t have. ❞ ❝ i will send you back to the hell you came from. ❞ ❝ heheh, having a rough day? ❞ ❝ the reaper comes for cowards and the careless alike. which are you? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to think. need to get my head straight. ❞ ❝ i shall leave tomorrow. go far away. ❞ ❝ here’s my question...have you changed? ❞ ❝ we will beat this. together. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? show no mercy! ❞ ❝ i admit - you’ve done well to stay alive this long. ❞ ❝ this means death. a slow, miserable death. ❞

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mcdonaldsplayground · 2 years

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| actually the worst | part 4

ao’nung x f!reader

summary: just when things start to seem decent between you and ao'nung, you discover that he's done something terrible. though your family begins to forgive him, you know he doesn't deserve forgiveness for being a total dick. so why do you feel so bad for him?

includes: enemies to lovers, swearing, teasing, mentions of fighting/death, ao'nung being a terror😐

word count: 3k

a/n: okay i thiiiink i can wrap this up in one or two more parts, so hopefully this series will be finished up in a few days. i’m sorry i think this is getting repetitive, but i swear things are gonna change up a bit soon😏

“What was the one thing I asked? The one thing?” Your father demanded, sounding like he was gearing up to give one of his famous “Lo’ak Lectures” as you and your siblings called them. His disappointment was understandable, but you were itching to try and set the record straight. You thought Lo’ak was incredibly stupid for starting a fight, sure, but it seemed unfair for him or any of you to get into trouble for standing up for yourselves.

“Stay out of trouble…” Lo’ak answered wearily.

“Stay out of trouble, right.” Jake was about to go off when Neteyam tried to intervene.

“It was my fault-”

“I don’t think so. You have got to stop taking the heat for this knucklehead!” Jake exclaimed, making you flinch. He was being harsh, as per usual, so you decided to see if he would listen to you.

“Dad. Ao’nung was picking on Kiri.” You said calmly, hoping your twitching tail didn’t betray how angry you actually were.

“And you.” Lo’ak added, giving you a look. “He called them freaks.” As if he hasn’t called me that a million times already, you thought to yourself, though you had to admit that this time was less teasing and more targeted.

“And he hit you?” Your dad questioned, gesturing to the newly forming bruise on your cheek, anger flickering in his eyes. You could tell what he thought of Ao’nung without even asking.

“What? No!” You couldn’t help but reach up and brush your fingers over your cheek, wincing a little. You hadn’t stopped thinking about Ao’nung’s expression after you had gotten hit. You had never seen him look at anyone that way before, almost like he was actually concerned. “It was an accident. I stepped into the middle of the fight like an idiot.” You shrugged, realizing you felt a little afraid for Ao’nung, not wanting him to take the heat for something you could never imagine him doing. You took solace in the fact that the feeling was involuntary. You still wanted to kick his teeth in.

Your father sighed, looking around as he decided how to respond. “Lo’ak, go apologize to Ao’nung.” He said finally, sending your heart plummeting into your stomach.

“What?” Lo’ak breathed, incredulous.

“He’s the chief’s son, do you understand? I don’t care how you do it, just go make peace. Just go.” He shooed Lo’ak outside, his lips pressed into a thin line as he watched the boy stalk angrily away. You groaned, thinking about how smug Ao’nung was going to be now. You imagined your life was about to become insufferable.

“So, what’d the other guys look like?” Jake tried to ease the tension, though he appeared genuinely curious. You rolled your eyes.

“Worse.” Neteyam replied.

“That’s good.” Even with a straight face, you could tell your father was secretly proud of his sons, but it did little to make you feel better.

“A lot worse.” Neteyam decided to push his luck, smiling cheekily as he peered up to get your father’s reaction. The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of Jake’s mouth before returning to his familiar strict expression.

“Get out of here.” He said, and you and Neteyam quickly distanced yourselves from the marui.

“Should we go find Lo’ak?” You asked. “He’s probably gonna have permanent ego damage after this.”

Neteyam laughed. “Probably. But nah, he’ll come find us after he’s done licking his wounds. Let’s go tell Kiri and Tuk what happened.” He tugged you toward the village, the two of you setting off to find your sisters.

It was getting late, but you didn’t have an appetite, so when your siblings started heading back to the marui for dinner, you decided to walk around the beach instead.

You spent most of your walk looking down at the sand, trying to spot some nice shells to collect. You were just about to reach down to grab an iridescent-looking one when you bumped into something warm and solid. Blinking, you realized that your face was mere inches away from a broad chest. You backed up hurriedly, blushing.

“Sorry I-” Your apology was cut short when you finally looked up and saw those piercing blue eyes staring down at you. He seemed just as startled as you, the two of you standing in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. The look on his face was strange, guilty almost. You figured he would have been cocky as ever after Lo’ak’s apology, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Looks like Lo’ak got you good.” You broke the silence, deciding the most normal way to go about this interaction would be to tease him. He took the bait, narrowing his eyes as a sly smile tugged at his lips. His eyes roamed your face, inciting that buzzing feeling in your stomach that often came about under his gaze.

“Looks like-” But his words died at his lips when his stare came to rest on your cheek. Most of your hair had fallen down to cover it, but you guessed that some of your bruise must have been peeking out enough for him to notice now. He stepped forward seemingly without thinking, gingerly pushing your hair back behind your ear as he examined the bruise with a hard expression. You were frozen in place, unsure of how to respond.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, his voice low and quiet.

“Um, what?” You couldn’t help but be confused, having never seen the tall boy act like this before.

“Does it hurt?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you think, genius?” This made him huff in annoyance, but he didn’t move away.

“Come,” Was his only response, placing his hand on your back as if to guide you along with him when he started toward the village. Against your better judgement, you found yourself being guided along with little resistance.

“Where are you taking me, weirdo?” You tried to put some venom into your words in an attempt to get the old Ao’nung back instead of this strange, concerned clone of his.

“Do you ever stop talking?” He bit back, rolling his eyes. There he was. You almost smiled.

“You know, if you’re taking me somewhere to murder me, everyone is going to suspect you, like, immediately.”

“I’m not going to murder you.”

“Then where are we going?”

“Stop asking dumb questions, forest girl.”

“Just tell me where-”

“Maybe I will murder you just to have some peace and quiet.” Ao’nung growled, steering you up to a very small marui pod that seemed to be unoccupied. “We’re here.”

You chuckled, unsurprised that this whole thing had turned out meaningless. “Wow, this is really nice. Thank you for the pointless walk and terrible company, but I have to get going now.” You deadpanned, turning to go, only for him to grab your arm with a huff.

“Would you just sit down? I know what I’m doing.” He gestured to the small ledge just outside of the marui. You rapidly tried to work out what his end goal was, but obliged to his request, sitting cautiously as he ducked inside. When you peeked into the pod, you noticed various pots, bottles, and dried greenery, but you and Ao’nung seemed to be the only living beings around the area. The thought set your heart racing.

“Here. Now stay still.” Ao’nung popped back out of the pod, holding a small pot of what looked like ground up herbs in some kind of paste. It was then that you remembered who his mother was and figured this was probably storage for her medicines. You tensed, scooting away from him.

“I am not letting you play doctor on me.” You scoffed.

“Don’t be such a baby. My mother is Tsahìk, I know what I’m doing.” He sat down beside you, waiting annoyedly for you to allow him closer.

“Yeah? Well, you’re still a dipshit, so stay away from me with that stuff.” Ao’nung shook his head, groaning.

“You are impossible,” He hissed. “I use this all the time on myself, okay? It works.”

You glared at him for a long moment before giving in, still wary of his insistence to help you. He smirked when you relaxed somewhat, and dipped his fingers into the paste as he leaned toward you.

You gasped a little when he made contact with the bruise, surprised at the coldness.

“Don’t tell me that hurt, forest girl.” Ao’nung mocked quietly, smirking at your annoyed expression.

“Was just cold.” You mumbled, and he went back to gently spreading the paste along your tender cheek. His featherlight touch and warm breath fanning across your skin gave you goosebumps. The silence was too much for you.

“I don’t know if you got brain damage from being punched too hard, but we,” You whispered, gesturing dramatically between the two of you. “Don’t get along.” You stared directly into his amused eyes. “It’s actually weirding me out that you’re being… nice?”

“Just shut up, freak. Listen to the ocean or something so I can enjoy the quiet.”

You wanted to keep talking just to annoy him, but you soon settled into the comfortable silence, listening to the soft lapping waves and the insects humming.

The sun had begun to set, washing everything in golden light as it started to dip below the horizon. Ao’nung’s skin looked soft in the golden glow, his eyes turning a shade of blue that you didn’t even know existed. You were staring but you couldn’t pull your eyes away, not when he was practically caressing your face. Suddenly, his eyes flickered away from his focus on your bruise and locked with yours. The air in the minuscule space between you felt charged with electricity. You briefly wondered what it would be like to lean a few inches forward and kiss his cheek. Or his lips.

“[Y/N]! There you are!” Neteyam’s relieved voice instantly shattered the strange bubble you and Ao’nung had just been living in. Both of you jerked away from one another, as if burned. “What are you doing here?” Neteyam’s tone changed when he took in the full scene before him. Despite the distance you had just put between yourselves, there was a only so much space on the marui ledge, and both of you looked flushed.

When he didn’t receive an answer right away, Neteyam stepped closer, narrowing his eyes at Ao’nung. “I asked what you are doing here. With my sister.” He said through clenched teeth, looking murderous.

“Teyam, it’s okay. He was helping me with this. See?” You turned your cheek slightly to show him your newly treated bruise. Neteyam’s gaze flicked between that and the paste still in Ao’nung hand. He seemed satisfied enough with the answer, but still didn’t relax much.

“Well, mom and dad want you back home soon. It’s almost dark.” He stretched his hand out to you, helping you down from the ledge to stand beside him. Your heart was still racing and your skin burning as your mind tried to make sense of everything. Ao’nung said nothing, though his own chest was heaving slightly.

“Let’s go.” You murmured, lightly pulling your brother away. “Um- thank you.” The words came out robotic, and couldn’t bring yourself to meet Ao’nung’s eyes as you said them. You didn’t wait for a response before you and Neteyam slowly trailed away. You were rapidly trying to decide how to explain everything to your brother when he spoke, seemingly more worried about something else.

“I thought Lo’ak would have been with you.” He was clearly deep in thought, concerned over something you were unaware of.

“Why? Didn’t he go back to the marui for dinner?” That’s where you assumed he would have been. It wasn’t like him to skip a meal.

“No, he didn’t.” Neteyam shared a look with you. “I told mom and dad that I would bring him back with you.” He looked scared now, and you didn’t blame him. As you racked your brain, also growing scared for your brother, you suddenly stopped, remembering something.

“Ao’nung!” You whipped around, starting quickly back toward the marui where the boy still sat. His surprised expression rapidly shifted into confusion when he noticed the look on your face.

“Where is Lo’ak?” You demanded, not missing the way he tensed before slumping his shoulders slightly. He looked down.

“I was going to tell you…” He started and it took everything in you to stay calm and let him continue. “That’s why I was on the beach. I was looking for you. But then I saw you were hurt and I got distracted-”

“Where. Is. Lo’ak?” You breathed, far too mad to register his unusual remorsefulness.

“We took him out hunting,” His head lowered even more, his voice downcast. “Past the reef…”

It was safe to say that your entire family was seething at Ao’nung, though your parents clearly tried not to show it. You knew they constantly worried about offending the Olo’eyktan- and Ao’nung happened to fall under that umbrella of protection. You, however, couldn’t care less who he was. You wanted to kill him.

He had told your parents everything after you and Neteyam dragged him back home, which resulted in a search party being sent out to look for Lo’ak. The thought that he might not ever return gripped your throat and lungs, making it hard to breathe. Tears were streaming down your face, but you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed, despite the large amount of people who could see you crying. Ao’nung was trying to help by explaining where they had taken your brother, but you had begun to notice that he would frequently pause to glance at you from afar. You kept your distance for fear of not being able to control yourself if you got too close. It didn’t matter that he had already apologized a thousand times. It didn’t matter that he seemed genuinely sorry. That damage was done.

As you began gearing up to take your ikran out (against the wishes of your parents), a horn sounded, followed by some unintelligible shouts while a crowd formed at the dock. You instantly dropped your gear and ran toward the commotion, arriving just in time to see Lo’ak approaching on the back of someone’s ilu. He stepped off easily, thanking his rescuer before turning to face the crowd. Without a second thought, you jumped down into the sand to meet him, wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. He may have been larger than you, but you felt that you could have picked him up and swung him around.

“I’m okay.” He breathed, patting your back in reassurance. You only released him when you noticed his vision fall on Ao’nung who was standing on the dock above you. Lo’ak narrowed his eyes, starting menacingly toward him.

“Hey, hey.” Your father had appeared behind you, grabbing Lo’ak to prevent him from getting into his second fight of the day. “Let’s have a look at you.” He quickly examined your brother, who surprisingly appeared unharmed. Only a few marks here and there.

“He’s fine, he’s fine. Just a few scratches.” Jake was quick to try and wave everyone away, as if that would magically fix the situation. The tension only tightened as Neytiri arrived, assessing Lo’ak’s condition.

“I pray for the strength that I will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son.” She hissed, making a clawing motion at his face. Lo’ak, however, seemed to have calmed down, an almost bored expression on his face.

“No! My son knows better than to take him outside the reef.” Tonowari spoke up, putting a hand on Ao’nung to push him down to his knee, looking more ashamed than ever. Despite what he had done to your brother, your felt a pang in your heart.

“This is not Ao’nung’s fault.” Lo’ak suddenly said, standing up straighter, and you couldn’t believe your ears. What was he doing? Even Ao’nung looked extremely taken aback. “This was my idea. Ao’nung tried to talk me out of it.” If you didn’t know him so we’ll, you might have just believed him. A stunned silence followed, no one sure of what to say in the face of such a humbling remark. Eventually, Lo’ak stiffly nodded at Tonowari and set off toward the village.

You quickly scrambled after him, dying to ask him why the hell he was suddenly being so humble.

“Lo’ak!” You panted, jogging up beside him. He didn’t slow down, but he didn’t look annoyed that you were there, either. “What was that?” You pressed. He only shrugged, making you roll your eyes. “Lo’ak, come on, why-” You didn’t get to finish before someone approached on Lo’ak’s other side.

“Why did you speak for me?” Ao’nung asked, confounded. You stayed silent, hoping Lo’ak would actually give a proper answer.

“Because I know what it’s like to be one big disappointment.” He turned to briefly meet Ao’nung’s eyes, not a hint of sarcasm or malice in his tone. He was speaking from his heart, causing yours to break a little in turn. Ao’nung stopped walking, a curious expression overtaking his face, though you and Lo’ak kept on walking. It took a good amount of self-control for you to rip your semi-murderous gaze off Ao’nung and keep walking straight. It was silent between you for a long while.

“So, what?” You finally cut in. “Are you two just on good terms now?” It was mostly a joke, but Lo’ak dipped his head into a nod.

“I’m not going to hold a grudge about it, if that’s what you mean.” He said, and your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What? I mean, after everything you’re not even a little bit mad? You could have died, Lo’ak.”

“Look, he apologized. He seemed weirdly genuine about it. Besides, if we keep holding grudges then this stupid revenge cycle is never going to end.” You had never, in your entire life, heard your youngest brother say something so wise. It made you wonder what really happened to him out at sea.

“Okay, mr. peacemaker. Well, I’m still gonna be pissed at him.” Lo’ak laughed at this, turning to walk backwards in order to face you. It was good to see him smiling again.

“That tracks. Hating each other seems to be your guys’ favourite game.” He grinned as you scowled.

“It’s not a game, Lo’ak. He’s actually the worst.”

“Yeah, actually the worst guy to have a crush on. That’s why you hate him.” Lo’ak snipped, his grin as wide as ever. “You hate that you like him.”

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jeridandridge · 1 year

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“You don’t remember anything, do you?” “No…? What are you talking about?” “Nothing. Nothing.”

Would you mind a melissa x reader? But like fluffy if you're feeling it? Or angst to fluff? Lol

Drunk Confessions

“Girl just do it. It’s better than sittin around here moping all the time.”

You groan bringing your head down to rest on the cool kitchen table. Being drunk didn’t happen too often for you, but when it did you always made sure you had friends around. Tonight, Ava was the one that brought over drinks and junk food to drown your sorrows in.

Melissa accepted a date with Gary the vending machine guy the day before and you weren’t handling it well at all. Having a crush, no, being in love with the woman but too afraid to say anything was the best yet excruciating experience of your life.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You lift your head hitting the table with your hand. “Where’s my-phone?” You ask through a hiccup.

Ava rolls her eyes pointing to the device right in front of you.

“Oh.” You giggle picking it up.

“This is gonna be messy,” Ava smiles sitting back with her frosted glass.

Blinking a couple times at the bright screen you tap away until you find Melissa’s contact, a silly picture of you two from the zoo field trip as her icon. Bringing the phone to your ear it rings and rings, eventually giving you a beep for the voicemail.

“Hey,Mel. It’s late I didn’t realize it.” You giggle. “I was sitting here drinking- I mean thinking and I wanted to say I’m happy for you. If you’re happy with vending machine guy that’s great and I’ll swallow my feelings for you. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll do it just because it’s you and I love you. I’m in love with you,” You sigh, “But if he ever hurts you, well I got a guy too. I’m word vomiting now. If this is weird we can pretend it never happened. Bye.”

You set the phone down bringing a hand over to cover your mouth. “I can’t believe i did that!” You laugh.

Ava looks at you shocked, mouth gaping. “Girl you did that.”

“I did that!” You laugh. Feeling giddy and excited, hours later you forget what you’ve done. After Ava gets an Uber home you clean up as best you can while drunk, passing out on the couch with a bag of pretzels.

The sound of banging on your apartment door shocks you awake, the sound making the throbbing in your head worse. “I’m coming I’m coming.” You groan grabbing your sunglasses on the way to the door. It was just too bright. Unlocking the heavy door you look up to see Melissa, completely confused.

“Hey, Mel. What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey Mel’ me, y/n. What the hell is this?!” She barrels in holding her phone out.

“What’s going on?” You ask closing the door, confused until you see her screen. wanting to melt away into the air when you see the voicemail you drop your head slowly remembering what you did. “Shit.”

“You can’t tell me you’re in love with me just because you’re jealous or have some crush!” She tells you, moving her hands around like she always does.

“Mel, I was drunk. This doesn’t need to be a thing.” Shaking your head.

“That’s what you said in the message!” She lets out hitting play.

When you hear your own voice you cringe, it could be a lot worse, but it was still bad. Taking your sunglasses off you toss them on the kitchen counter bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose, trying to process the message you’re hearing.

Melissa reaches out tipping your chin up to meet her eyes. When you do you could cry right there. She was so beautiful.

“You could at least look at me after admitting something like that in a voicemail of all things.” Her voice was so soft, a voice not many people got to hear from her especially at work.

“I’m sorry, Mel. Really I am.”

The redhead looks at you biting her lip, her hand gently moving to your cheek. “Ya know I wouldn’t have said yes to Gary if I knew you felt the same way.”

“Wait,” you shake your head, “felt the same way? Meaning you like me back?” You try to work it out taking the new information in.

Melissa smiles at you, a real, bright smile as she strokes your cheek. “Yeah dummy, I thought it was obvious.”

“No!” You laugh reaching out to pull her flush against you. “I thought all my pining was a lost cause after Gary asked you out.”

Giving you a soft smile Melissa wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair.

“He’s not you, hon.”

Looking into her eyes you see nothing but pure love and happiness.

“I’d kiss you but I really need to brush my teeth.”

Melissa laughs gently pulling away playfully swatting your butt.

“Go on, I’ll make you breakfast.”

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti imagine #Melissa Schemmenti

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brighttears · 1 year

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It's Gonna Have To Be Enough

Joel miller x reader

No physical description, gender neutral, no use of y/n

Summary: Joel gets in his head watching you sleep until you wake and bring him out. just fluff

Warnings: brief mention of bugs and light gore, pet names (honey)

Word count: 1k

A/n: Writers blocks got me in its talons :( I’m just trying to throw shit together now to get Some kind of story. Pls pray for me

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The body lying before him, curled up on a hard, dirt ground, makes Joel’s heart burn and sink in his chest.

Powerlessness. That will always be his number one enemy. Love, his second. Because there you lay, lax in sleep, so vulnerable. Joel looks down at his hands, every knuckled scarred, blood ever ingrained under his fingernails. He is no man for you. But yet here he stands, regret, sorrow, fury, guilt, fear, and love, seeping out of him to fall on you like rain. He’d do anything–he’s done anything, and he always will, to protect you, save you.

But he can’t.

You’re already ruined. You’re already doomed.

Joel can almost already see fungus sprouting from your skin, those damning veins shooting out from a bloody bite mark to poison the rest of you. If you turn into a monster, is it still you inside? He’s so afraid that he’ll love you even then, even if you turned into one of them.

Joel takes a deep breath and squeezes his eyes shut. Not yet. You’re still alive, he still has you. He wants to take you up in his arms to prove that to himself, but you’re fast asleep, so he’s alone, full of homeless longing. But god, it fills him.

Is my heart heavy, or is it empty?

He loves you, he loves you, if he knows nothing else, he knows this. But can he do it right? Can he give you what you deserve, or whatever salvageable sliver may be left of it?

Joel’s brain is filled with maggots. Most of the people he’s met are dead. The last thing he remembers of a lot of them are their corpses, or even worse, their dead and hungry eyes focused on him. The worst of all, what their heads looked like after a shotgun.

He can’t stop staring at you. Looking at you when you’re like this, so innocent, so relaxed, Joel can imagine another life with you, a domestic one, where you don’t have to worry about any of this.

But then you start to cry out, and then you’re screaming and thrashing, and he can’t even wake you then, Joel is forced to wait it out until you wake up on your own. He thinks that when he goes to hell, that's what it’ll be.

Powerlessness.

He knelt down, folding his legs and waiting, watching you unable to escape from any of it, even in your sleep.

And then you wake, and when you look into his eyes it’s fear first, always fear first, and then relief, and then you’re in his arms. He breathes again.

“Did I wake you up?” You murmur into his shoulder.

“No, I was awake.”

“Were you watching me sleep?”

He chuckles and admits, “Yes.”

“That's ok. I like to watch you sleep, too.” there’s still sleepiness in your voice.

“You fell asleep on the ground, honey,”

“I did?”

“Yeah. Come on, let me get you up into the truck.” Joel goes to pick you up but you raise with him to your feet. It stings; he wants to hold you so his body will shield you from everything, including the dirt, because it’s cold and it’s hard, not somewhere you should be.

You pop open the tailgate, eyes still squinting against consciousness, and climb in. Joel follows and you take a minute to settle in. A mess of dirty blankets barely cushion the hard metal, but it's better than nothing. You lay on your sides, facing each other. You reach your hand out to push Joel’s hair behind his ear, not because you need to, just an excuse to brush your hand over his cheek and through his graying locks.

He’s staring at you with those big, sad, brown puppy dog eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?

You can read him too well now for him to get away with lying–trying to protect you from even his own thoughts, but you’ve fought your way through.

“What’s wrong?”

“Eveythin’s wrong.” he whispers, “This world… it’s rott’n. You don’t belong… in the rot.”

“Are you in the rot?”

“Yeah, I am.” to him, this is where you separate. He is the rot that you don’t belong in. But you tell him the opposite.

“Then I belong in the rot. And you can’t tell me otherwise. I love you. I won’t ever leave you. I’m with you.” You reach out again to brush his hair back, watching your hands over his skin and hair, then back down to those big, beautiful, sad eyes. You wish you could crawl inside of him and dig all the sadness out. “Why are you so sad?”

“Because… because I can’t save you.”

“Save me from what?”

“Everythin’. Anythin’.”

“What can you do?”

“I–I don’t know, what? What can I do?” What do you want me to do? What can I give you? Just tell me, and I’ll do it.

“You know this one.” you tap his nose with your finger. You’ve had this conversation before and you wait for him to wade through himself and remember what you’d taught him about it.

It takes him a minute but then he remembers, “Love you. I can love you.”

“Mhm.”

Joel moves himself closer to you, placing a hand on your cheek and touching his forehead to yours. This is what you do to ground yourselves. You use this technique frequently—for moments like these, or when you’re the one trying to take him out of his nightmares, or even in the stink of gunpowder, when you’re about to round a corner, make a run for it, or take a risky aim.

Here you are, here am I.

“That’s all you have to do Joel.”

Joel hums, wanting to keep it to himself, but you’ll pull it out of him anyway. “It's not enough.”

“I love you Joel. Is that not enough for you?”

“No, it is, it is enough,” he raises his whisper, “‘course it’s enough.”

“Mhmm?” you smile.

His voice goes back to a murmur, “Ok, ok. I get it.”

“You’re already enough, stupid.” you touch your fingertip to the tip of his nose again and then kiss it. He pecks your lips.

“Alright. Close yer eyes ‘n go to sleep now, honey.”

Joel pushes your hip and you roll over so he can spoon you.

“You better be going to sleep, too.”

“I’m not gonna be able to keep my eyes open like this. You make me sleepy.”

It takes him a while to finally fall asleep and he uses the time to ponder your words. Joel’s not sure if he’ll ever feel like enough, but he can at least trust that you believe it. He can’t rely on his own standards when he’s doing all of this for you. If it’s enough for you just for him to love you, then he’s good enough.

He’d found something beautiful in the ugliness of the infected world. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take it and never let go. After everything, there you are, and here he is.

#the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller tlou #joel miller fan fiction #the last of us hbo #joel the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #tlou hbo #joel tlou #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst

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thatgirlwbraids · 2 years

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Hi bae <3 I’m here to share my success story and it’s all because of your void challenge 🫢 (im sorry for any mistakes, it’s not my native language)

Backstory: when I first time knew about the void I was literally afraid cuz thought it’s kinda magic place or close to astral and entities will attack me (it’s so hilarious ik please don’t judge old me ✋🏻😭). But I was looking for more info bout that so now I know what that state is. Anyway I had troubles to enter and idk why I just couldn’t do it.

Yesterday I found your challenge and decided to try it cuz it looks so easy??? like you don’t need to do anything but pretend you already that person who can enter the void with ease. I did it during the whole day and at night just simply went to sleep. I used to try to enter every night before and it was tiring tbh.

I just fell asleep and woke up … nowhere?? Like… idek how to explain it on my language lmao. I felt nothing but calmness and pleasure. I wasn’t sure I’m in the void but I decided to affirm for my desires. And thanks to me for doing this cuz it literally was the void. I understood it when woke up in reality today and I have everything I wanted!!! Please I’m not emotional person but my feelings just tear me up from the inside 😭

Let me tell you what I manifested:

Desired face! I didn’t want to change myself too much so I just made my eyes more like feline (similar to Jennie BP) and I looks more prettier then ever + being photogenic.

Desired body! I lost 20kg and now my weight is 40kg with 165cm of height (was 160). I have a thin hourglass body, long legs and perfect skin everywhere.

Perfect voice! In my childhood I could sing but in my teenage smth happened and I started to sound like old rusty door but worse 💀 I dreamed about beautiful voice a long time and now I have it! I swear I sing the whole day and do it with my friends in out chats.

I’ve done my study at university! It was the most shitty thing in my life and it took all my nervous for nothing. I hated this sm but now I finally free omg. And I have my diploma.

$10k on my bank account!

A lot of good friends!

The hottest bf in the universe! Girl I swear he match with all my standards and even better. He treated me like a Goddess but he’s still like dominant?? (lol sry if it sound strange idk)

Some stuffs with my parents like as situations, job and behaviors!

So that’s all for the first time. Next time I’m gonna manifest knowledge of english and korean, more money and financial freedom, get anything just by snapping my fingers, desire wardrobe, desire car and some things with my exes. Maybe I can come up with something else but now I’m just so satisfying with my new life and new me! I’m so thankful to you swettie! Tysm for everything you do. Love you to the moon and back 💕💕💕

AWWW CUTIEE …. i’m so happy for you ….. have fun ur life looks so customized now !! i love you to the 🌙 and back as well because you did it !

#⋆·˚ ༘ *anonsuccess🎧~!!#affirmdaily #self concept #manifesting #law of assumption #manifestation #subconscious #void state #daily affirmations #neville goddard #manifestingdreams

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livingintheupsidedown · 2 years

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I Admire You

Steve Harrington x Reader

[923] - Steve gets into a fight.

A/N - This is kinda rushed so forgive me, enjoy!

“Nope, no, absolutely not.”

“Wha- Steve c’mon I can’t just leave it like that” you pouted as you held the gauze pad in your hand.

You admired your boyfriend for many things, he had lots of quirks that made him the person that you’ve come to love so much. One of the things you didn’t admire, however, was his stubbornness.

You were currently sitting on the counter of his bathroom as he paced back and forth, breathing disorientated and heart beating faster than it should. “Hey, sit down.”

You understand he’s in pain and this isn’t helping him right now, but you also understand that wounds need to be cleaned.

“I’m only trying to help you Steve” you speak while looking down at your lap, you did feel bad, you never wanted to be the cause of any discomfort.

His pacing stops, turning to look at you. He felt stupid, embarrassed even. He’s handled pain a lot worse, a lot better. Maybe it was the anger he could still feel. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through his body. Maybe it was something about you seeing him like this that made his heart pick up.

“Hey, no i’m sorry,” Steve told you, lifting your hand that still held the gauze, “I’m sorry baby keep going.”

He stood between your legs, hand rubbing up and down your thighs as you did as he said, gently dabbing the stop on his face that still held the blood, careful not to reopen any cuts that had started to scab over already.

“So.. you gonna tell me what happened?”

He knew the question was coming, could feel the way your breath hitched before you asked, he just didn’t really know what to say. “Not sure, just happened.”

“You’re telling me you punched Billy for no reason?”

The name burned more than his face. Billy fucking Hargrove. He seethed, the anger that had just started to leave his body came creeping back in. His grip tighten on your thigh as he tried to regain composure, there was no point in being angry anymore. Sighing heavily he cast his eyes downwards, almost afraid to meet yours.

“Hey,” you dropped the gauze, hands coming up to tangle themselves around Steve, one at the nape of his neck while the other gently cupped his less swollen cheek, “i’m not mad or anything, i’d just like to know why i’m patching my boyfriend up at nearly 1am when he should be at a party.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he felt some of the tension finally leave his body after being so pent up for the better part of an hour. His actions mirrored yours and a hand came up to the back of your neck, hands trailing to the front as he pushed his thumb to your bottom lip.

You pressed a kiss softly to the pad of this thumb and he allowed himself to fall into you, face squished into the crook of your neck as he returned the kiss. He didn’t understand how someone so soft and gentle could be with someone so rough around the edges.

You wrapped your arm around him tighter, hoping to bring him some sort of comfort and a kiss to the side of his head to coax him into talking.

“Why’d you hit Billy, baby?”

You felt the exhale of his breath against your neck before he spoke, words quiet. Had he not been on top of you, you doubt you’d have heard him. “Cause of Dustin.”

Your eyes widened, having never expected him to say that. He wasn’t even there, how could he have caused a problem?

“Dustin?” you pulled back, not a lot but enough that you could lift his chin to meet your face again “What did he do?”

Steve shook his head, brown locks moving with him as he let out a frustrated sigh, “He was talking about him, taunting me. He wanted to start a fight, wanted me to throw a punch.” he paused, trying to find the words to say, “It’s stupid, i’m not 17 anymore i shouldn’t be going around throwing punches.”

He pulled back a little more to rub at his face, another pained sound leaving his lips. “I’m trying to be better,” he mumbled “for you, for the kids. I don’t want them to see me like this.”

Your heart sank, he was embarrassed, embarrassed he’d gotten caught fighting.

“Look at me, Steve.”

You lifted his head, gaze softening slightly as his eyes connected to yours, even with cuts and bruises his beauty didn’t lessen.

“Those kids adore you okay?” he dropped your gaze trying to pull away from you “no hey, i’m being serious, you wanna know what they talk about all the time?”

You squeezed his face, desperately trying to show him that every word you spoke was the truth. “You, Steve. They talk about you all the time.”

“You’re not a bad person Steve,” you smiled “you’re a good role model and they admire you. I admire you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You know i’d never lie to you.”

He reached for the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to connect your lips together. A slow kiss, just as passionate as a heated one, that never failed to release the butterflies in your stomach.

“Where would i be without you?” he spoke against your lips, breath connecting together.

“Alone with infected wounds,” you laughed together, a sound you didn’t realise how much you missed, “now c’mon, i’m not finished cleaning.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington drabble #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic

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michelleelizabethtanner · 9 days

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When do you think Rio realized he was scared of losing Beth? & How do you think those feelings changed over the four seasons?

Hi Anon! TY for the ask. Sorry for sitting on it a bit.

It’s such an interesting ask. Because I think that the outcome of season 4 could be interpreted in a lot of different ways. Although, okay… that sad moment with the bourbon and his glistening little eyes as he leaned on the bar, and then told his bartender to pour it out. Or the “you think you’d have her?” moment. It certainly implies that he’s pining pretty hard, and is almost mourning the loss of her before she’s even really gone. Season 4 really tried to play into our little shipper hearts. So okay. While it can be interpreted in many different ways, (including a lot of his sadness being attributed to Nick’s betrayal rather than the loss of Beth), I’m in a romantic mood so I’m choosing to believe that it was all about Beth.

I don’t think he was afraid to lose her in the first two seasons. He was even gonna let her go. Several times! She was the one who kept bringing him back. At least in his own warped mind. The search function doesn’t work for me anymore so I can’t find my old posts, but he was going to let her go after he tested her with the truck. She forced him back by getting him arrested. Then he was gonna let her go in 2.04. She forced him back by giving his money to her loser husband and falling back into the basic bitch lifestyle instead of making something of herself. I think he genuinely believed he would let her go both those times. And that him staying was justified by her disrespect.

Season 3 gets interesting because he holds on to her as a form of punishment for them both. For her for all her sins, and for himself for being unable to handle her appropriately despite them. I think this is when he really realizes how compulsive this entanglement has gotten for him. He doesn’t understand the reasons, but he hates it. And he hates himself. A man like him, who prides himself on discipline and personal ethics, not being able to adhere to his own personal code…. Shameful! It’s probably why he killed Lucy the way he did. He wanted to hurt Beth, to prove to himself he could be hard, prove to her he didn’t care. Except he did care and he didn’t feel better after. He felt worse. Her tears hurt. Her pain hurt. His own persistent caring about her despite hating her huuuurt. And he knew he was fucked. He could never let her go now.

So season 4 he leaned into it. He pursued her like an equal. Made her his banker. “He trusts you.” Showed her his humanity. Reminded her who they once were to each other, despite the denial. And still she betrayed him. “I just thought that things were different now.” “You just didn’t choose me.” Idk if he was afraid of losing her. I think it maybe was that he was afraid of never actually having her and never getting over her. Never getting over his weakness. Through the whole season he continues the push and pull. Pull her in, then fuck with her again. Be vulnerable with her, then shut down again. He’s never able to allow himself to just let her choose him. He’s constantly sabotaging it despite wanting her validation and attention so badly. Because he never believed he would actually have her. Not in a way that wasn’t against her will. Not in a way she would ever admit to herself.

It took Nick getting sooo close to successfully manipulating her for Rio to decide to drop the pretense. I think one thing that always bothered Rio about Beth is her unwillingness to get out from under a man. (Not himself, of course. Haha! Because Rio is a giver. He wants to see his princess happy and grateful to him.) But like she wouldn’t leave Dean despite Rio giving her a locker full of cash. How she refused to allow Dean to take the fall for her despite it being the answer that made the most sense. How she jumped straight to doing what Nick said. I think it drove Rio insane that he kept having to watch it. (Despite the fact that it was a self-inflected torture. He’s such a masochist lmao.) It probably felt a lot like disrespect of all he’d done for her. So he changed his tactic. Instead of being an antagonist in her life, he became her open champion. To show her he was capable of seeing her in a way the rest of them don’t. Of supporting her independence in a way no one else ever had. Idk if it was even to specifically keep her. Because he never actually had her. It was to set a truce. To give her what she was looking for so he could stop torturing himself with her. Releasing her. And in doing that he left her room to actually organically choose him. I just wish we would have gotten to see her do it. 🥲

#asks #headcanon #brio analysis #good girls nbc

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pillarofna · 5 months

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alright! recap of the last 3 hours. tldr neighbor got arrested for five felony charges and almost killed her husband 👍

so. shes been getting bad the past few days (saying stuff like “i dont give a FUCK how you feel” and “i wish you would just drop dead” to her husband, that sort of thing) and apparently she had another violent outburst and she left the apartment. so i went over to talk to him and see what was up to see if he was ok (he has terminal heart failure so like. i wanted to check on him)

while im there suddenly theres a POUNDING on the door, non stop, really angry knocking over and over. he tries to say like “what do you want” to her through the door but she doesnt stop. he tells me “just open the door before she gets more violent and breaks a window” so im like you know yeah ok. im scared as fuck but yeah so she gets angry at me and tells me to leave im like Yep was planning on it 👍 but her husband told me he didnt feel safe alone with her.

she starts screaming at him saying a lot of really irrational things and hes just like “look, what can i do to make it so we can talk like adults” and that sets her off. by this point i was standing outside the door to their apartment (he was in the doorway) and hes just like “should i call the cops??” because we both have peaceful contact restraining orders and she was in a place where it was likely shed get physically violent. i tell him look if youre afraid for your safety (which with her history he had every right to be) then id call them. shes still screaming the whole time this is happening too

i pull up the number for the police dept just in case, and as im doing that she grabs him, throws him inside, and slams the door shut behind them and i hear loud thumps like someone being thrown against the wall. im already on the phone with dispatch at this point because she Has tried to kill him in the past, and i hear him screaming “DYLAN HELP ME! HELP!!!” like ive never heard him sound so fearful before. i tell dispatch “i have to go in there and see if hes ok” and they tell me to stay outside and stay on the line

they send someone out, i hear more thumping, i’m feeling terrible because it’s likely she’s beating the shit out of him (i know what that sounds like cuz ive seen her do it before.) and, after this was all over, he told me she slammed him into the wall, threw him on the ground, kicked him in the head, and then tried to strangle him with two hands (he had the marks around his neck, too). he said he almost passed out but thats when the police knocked and she answered the door and went outside and i heard her be all “why are you here i didnt do anything” and this whole time im texting her husband and calling him and not getting a response so i was genuinely worried she killed or seriously injured him.

so they start questioning her, she starts getting progressively more defensive and aggressive, and once she asks “can i talk to him?” the cops say no, and she starts SCREAMING. when i say i have never heard someone scream like this in my life…. it was awful. she was screaming at full volume just like a bloodcurdling scream, over and over and over for 20 minutes while the cops are trying to get her in the car. i hear the cops say “stop kicking” and “stop resisting arrest” over and over and she starts saying things like “FUCK YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH IM GOING TO KILL YOU IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU” to the cops…… anyway.

so! she was arrested for five felony counts. 1) domestic violence, 2) violation of a court restraining order, 3) resisting arrest, 4) criminal threat, and 5) harm to officers. and depending on the situation she might be charged for attempted murder.

i felt bad about calling the cops at first because i was like “what if she really didnt do anything” but knowing she tried to kill him… i feel worse that i didnt go inside when he screamed for help but i honestly now think she would have tried to hurt me too and it’s better i called when i did. especially since the only thing that saved his life was the police knocking on their door when they did.

sooo she’s going to be in prison for probably at LEAST ten years. maybe upwards of 25 depending on what they do charge her with…. my god. anyway that was my night :)

#sorry veeery long under readmore. tw for domestic violence etc

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juicefield · 1 year

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Meyp Skxawng - Neteyam X Avatar!Reader Part 3

A/N: Finally to the meat of the story. I welcome feedback on how I did on the Sully family dynamics! Also, while you're there tell me if you guys are wanting angst or a lighter tone to the writing. Most of the things I say in the fanfic are not cannon, btw. Neteyam is 20, the story is set in High camp, and NO NSFW. Let me know if there are any mistakes I need to fix pls!

You can find the other parts here:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4

Although the writing in this fanfiction is my own, I do not claim any ownership of Avatar, Avatar: The Way of Water, or any of the subsequent medias. All rights go to James Cameron and the producers.

Synopsis: The dreaded dinner goes both better and worse than you hoped it would. Still, it is nice to spend time with the whole family.

Neteyam X Fem!Avatar!Reader 6.4k 1st person POV

Surprisingly, Lo’ak was right. But hey, even the broken clock is right twice a day. The outfit gives me a camouflage-like effect, shielding me from the curious and pitiful gazes that normally penetrate me as soon as I step outside of the lab. I marvel at my new invisibility cloak as I move through the throngs of people lining up to grab their dinners. I even manage to catch a few smiles from people, most notably a group of smaller children that I pass by, relishing in their laughter as they throw a ball around waiting for their parents to return with dinner. Just as I reach the edge of the thrumming crowd I hear a voice call my name. The voice is a lot deeper than most people I know so I furrow my brows, confused, and turn back to the crowd, searching for who could possibly know my name. Neteyam emerges as a group of people part to make ways for him, bowing their heads in respect as he passes. I notice that he is struggling to carry the food in his hands and run up to offer my assistance, grabbing two bowls and a sack of fruit from his arms after he politely nods.

“Thank you,” He says, dipping his head in acknowledgement, “Sorry. I had meant to bring a basket but I forgot and didn’t want to turn back. My eyes seem to be larger than my arms today.” He explains bashfully, averting his eyes from mine, almost as if expecting a scolding or teasing. I decide to spare him and just shrug.

“You’re welcome. It’s no problem, I’m happy to help.” I reply smiling at him. As I adjust my bowls to sit more comfortably in my arms I notice him staring at me and really I can't help myself from asking him. “Do these look totally weird on me or something?” I blurt out, giggling awkwardly to dispel my anxiety about the outfit.

“No, no… It looks very nice on you. You just look very natural in it. Like one of our women. I did not expect you to take to it, I know human clothes are much less revealing.” He says, picking up on my worries and reassuring me.

“Honestly, this is the most comfortable I’ve ever felt outside the lab. Thank you. I was afraid that everyone would be able to tell that I’m a dream walker immediately. Surprisingly, no one has. In fact, I even got a few smiles as I passed people.” I confess, somewhat bashful to be happy about such a simple thing.

“Yes, probably some of our young men.” He says and my mouth falls open when I turn to him to say something with burning cheeks. Before I have a chance to let my mouth get the better of me I notice the amusement in his face and I realize that he’s just teasing me.

“Oh my God. Are you gonna be just like Lo’ak? I cannot handle two of him, I love him but no way.” I cry at him, and nudge him playfully with the arm closest to him. He just laughs and shrugs noncommittally while I stick my tongue out at him. At this point we have almost made it to the entrance of the Sully residence but we hear a rather loud commotion inside and he motions to stop walking and fall in behind him.

“Should I come back another night if that's better… Honestly I’m scared to go in.” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear me. He shakes his head and I can see him lean forward to try and make out what his family is yelling about. I admire the way his ears swivel forward and the way his back muscles flex from leaning forward, straining his neck to listen.

“No, I am pretty sure it is just Lo’ak and Tuk fighting. As always. You would think that a twenty year old and a thirteen year old wouldn’t have things to argue about, but Lo’ak is thirteen mentally.” He says rolling his eyes at the chaos heard inside. I can’t help but laugh and agree. I have been in the middle of more arguments between those two than between Kiri and Lo’ak, despite the latter pair actually being the same age they argue much less. Neteyam motions me to follow him and I do as instructed. We make our way into the marui. Inside a chaotic scene unfolds before us. I can see a very perturbed Tuk yanking a handful of Lo’ak’s braids, her mouth open as she yells something about her last yovo fruit and his tongue being stained purple(?). At least that’s all I have a chance to make out with the other chatter going on in the room. Kiri is between them, gripping onto Tuk’s arm in an attempt to separate the two. She says something about how this is stupid. Jake and Neytiri are off to the side, also yelling, but neither of them can beat the monster of sound that is Tuk. She’s screeching louder than a banshee, so loud in fact that it would make more sense if Lo’ak had tried to murder her.

Fortunately for Jake and Neytiri, Tuk immediately drops his braids and lets go of the silly fight as soon as she sees me behind Neteyam. Dramatically she screeches my name and practically jumps on me. She squeezes the life out of me while she hugs me, barely reaching up to my chest in this form. I feel the warm saccharine of nostalgia sweep over me. Tuk had been the only person in my life that I had ever been taller than, and I can’t help the memory rushing through me of the last time she had been this size compared to me. She had been so young, only the tender age of five when she reached my height at the age of twelve.

“Taw! Taw, you look so pretty, why are you with Nete, your hair…” She uses the mother language, talking way too fast for me to keep up with everything she says. Once she finally calms down I thank her and ask her how she knew it was me.

“Because Nete doesn’t know any girls. And Lo’ak told me you have a new body. Just like Daddy!” She exclaims, much to the chagrin of Neteyam who is now beside me.

“Tuktirey, that is enough.” Neytiri scolds her, causing her to quickly scramble off of me. Tuk begrudgingly apologizes to her mother. After sending Tuk a death glare she turns her gaze onto me. Have you ever been spotted by a thanator? I haven’t but I would wager that it feels pretty similar to Neytiri’s eyes piercing through me at this moment. I can practically feel her eyes scratching my skin as they roam over my body, her eyes lingering on my clothing, the bowls and braided bag of fruit in my hands, and lastly my face. I feel her passing innumerable judgments while her eyes look between me and Neteyam, which makes me take a step to the side to get a little further away from him. Feeling like a germ under the microscope I hesitantly take a step towards her and bow my head.

“Tsakarem Neytiri te Tskaha Mo’at’ite I greet you and thank you for welcoming me into your home and clan for the night. It is an honor to finally meet the legendary mate of Toruk Makto.” I greet her as respectfully as I can, maybe even piling it on a bit too much. I had decided before I left that I would greet her formally in English, worried that if I used the traditional greeting of ‘I see you’ paired with its hand gesture that she would be offended. I also just didn’t want her to hear my less than perfect rendition in Na’vi. She clicks her tongue and looks at Jake, who just smiles softly and nods at her. It’s obvious that he is speaking to her through his actions, almost like he is urging her to greet me back and treat me with sympathy.

“Hmm… Well, you seem to at least have manners, unlike my useless children.” She seems to approve finally while hissing the last part in the direction of Tuk and Lo’ak who since have resumed their bickering silently through looks and rude hand gestures. Looking like two children caught with their hands in the cookie jar they step back from one another. While Neytiri and Jake scold their children another presence comes into the marui behind me and Neteyam. I turn around to be greeted by the sight of Mo’at, mother of Neytiri and current Tsahik of the Omaticayans. She only raises her eyebrows (at least, where they would be) at both of us before we step aside to let her through.

“Mother, this is the human child that has befriended our youngest three. The one that stays with the scientists.” Jake says, introducing me.

“I thought it was a boy? And not a dream walker?” Mo’at responds, tilting her head as she scans me up and down. While her eyes hold a little less aggression, they are no less intimidating than those of Neytiri. In fact, they might be even scarier if set upon me with anger in them.

“For the last time, Grandma, that is Spider. She is (Y/N), the one that doesn’t leave the lab.” Kiri answers, mildly annoyed that her grandmother doesn’t remember me, despite how much the three of them talked about me. Mo’at hums in response, and I take her silence as a chance to greet her.

“Tsahik Mo’at te Poatzua Kakxa’ite, I greet you. My name is (Y/N) and I thank you for your graciousness as you accept me as a guest for tonight.” I use the same greeting as Neytiri but I can’t help being even more formal. After all, Neytiri gets her fierce disposition from her mother. My head is bowed when she hums her approval at me.

“Come, child. Please, sit the food down here.” Mo’at instructs me as she points at a low table sort of structure in the center of the room. Around it sits eight mats, two are at the head of the table and I assume they are for Jake and Neytiri as the heads of the house, on either side sits three mats. While I help Mo’at position all the bowls, Tuk and Lo’ak are still bickering, just about a completely different topic which I can’t care to listen to, and Jake and Neytiri seem to be in quite the heated discussion through hushed whispers. Neteyam and Kiri are talking about some sort of training that Kiri is going through. I get distracted watching the family interact and Mo’at asks me what’s wrong.

“Nothing is wrong, it’s just really nice to see a big family together like this. Me and Spider may be a sort of siblings but we don’t have this. This is really… special.” I say wistfully.

“Yes. Family is the most precious thing in this world and the next.” She agrees, but I can see the faint pity behind her words. The same kind that always hides in depths of the voices of others when I mention my life, and it's many deficiencies.

“Your grandchildren may be the closest thing I have to a family besides Norm and Max.” I admit, helping Mo’at set up the table after Neteyam delivers his portion of the goods.

“The scientists, eh? That is funny, you do not act like them.” Mo’at observes, lowering onto her mat and patting the spot next to her, prompting me to sit down.

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused by what she means. Perhaps she means that I am not as smart as them? That is to be sure with the lack of any type of formal education on Pandora.

“You do not feel like you are out of place like they do. When they are here, it feels like a thorn in my mind and I am unable to think clearly. They are kind, but they are too different because they cannot see. You are different too, but not like they are.” Mo’at concludes, meanwhile everyone finally sits down to eat which prevents me from asking any clarifying questions. Great. That’s definitely not going to keep me up at night. Surprisingly, Neteyam lowers down onto the seat beside me and I send a look to Kiri in silent question.

“Tuk and Lo’ak were arguing about who will sit next to you. Neteyam compromised for them.” She explains, jerking her head towards them. I look over to Neteyam and offer a somewhat awkward smile, which he promptly returns. Neytiri gathers everyone's attention and says a prayer to Eywa in thanks for the food and the members that helped to make it before everyone starts eating.

“Oh yeah, (Y/N) here’s a sra. I almost forgot.” Lo’ak says reaching out to offer me a cloth to wipe my hands on between dishes, despite already having a mouth full of some orange vegetable. Excitedly, I hold up the cloth I brought with me.

“Actually, I brought one that I weaved myself. It's a little too pretty to use as a sra, but I wanted to have my own.” When I finish explaining, Neytiri snatches the cloth from me pulling a huff of surprise from my lips, surprising me with her swiftness.

“You weaved this? These are sacred techniques. Passed on from the ancestors…” She says sternly, but before I can apologize she continues on. “Still, you did very well. While I am upset that you have been taught this, you do show promise in weaving.” She reasoned, thankfully dropping the topic without much issue before offering the cloth back to me.

“Yes. Good job (Y/N). It looks like it could have been made by Kiri.” Jake agrees with her, his mouth full of a bite of fruit. Neytiri shoots him a look that says ‘stop talking with your mouth full skxawng’ and he gulps down the food stiffly, feeling silly at being caught behaving childishly by his mate. Smiling and shaking my head at them I turn my attention to the food. I can’t decide what to try first so I just reach for the same type fruit that Jake is eating. As I bite into the juicy fruit I try not to practically moan as the glorious juices run down my face. It was about a thousand times better than any freeze dried fruit available in the lab, or any of the puny runts we manage to actually grow in the Pandoran soil. Looking around and seeing that everyone else seems to be talking to someone I turn to Neteyam beside me as I wipe my mouth with my sra.

“What kind of fruit is this? It’s soooo good.” I ask him after swallowing the delicious mouthful of fruit.

“That is utumauti. In English it is known as banana fruit, I believe. Utumauti is a rare fruit, hard to get. It grows at the top of the canopy, so you must wait for them to fall, or ride an Ikran to get to them. Today I found a tree with enough for everybody. I was very lucky today to find enough for us.” He explains while I listen intently.

“Thank you. For getting them and for explaining to me. I have read about them before, but I did not know what they looked like.”

“You have read about them?” He asks, obviously surprised at how much I seem to know about Na’vi culture.

“Yes, the scientist left behind a whole database on Pandora’s many plants. There are pictures of most plants, but since utumauti is rare there were no pictures… I have always been interested in the tìhawnuwll after I watched your father talk about them in his first video log after his first time in his new body. It led to me reading about it, which led to me reading about a large variety of the plant life here. Pandora’s plants have evolved, they’re amazing. Before we came here we had never seen plants with consciousness…” I blabber to him as I take small bites of stewed meat. The spices are foreign, slightly spicy and earthy, but not overwhelmingly so, which makes the tender juicy flesh one of the most delicious meats I have ever tried. Not that that is very difficult to achieve when the only meat you have ever had is the freeze dried stuff which you have to drown in a million spices or sauces to be anywhere close to good.

“Ah, I am sorry to tell you but it is not yet the season for the tìhawnuwll. They are harvested during the wet season. When it is time I will bring you some, yeah?” He offers kindly, once I finish my spiel on zooplantae and their many fascinating qualities.

“I would really appreciate it. And sorry for talking so much, I don't get many chances to talk about my fascination.” I say while an appreciative smile spreads across my face at the promise. Neteyam offers me back one of his own and I marvel at how he looks when he’s so close. Many people would say that he looks like his father but I have to disagree. While Neteyam has the large build and height of his father, he has the delicate beauty of his mother. His eyes are just as piercing and clear, but burdened by responsibility. Maybe that is why everyone says he looks just like Jake? There is an intensity to them that I find entirely unexpected, like I am gazing into the eyes of an Ikran. So innocent yet so wild. It excites me, and I avert my eyes when it starts to feel too intense. As much as I would love to keep conversing with Neteyam, I feel I don't know him well enough to keep a conversation with him. I opt to rope Kiri into the fray, who has just finished her conversation about some root or tubercule with Mo’at instead of facing my stunted social skills.

“So, Kiri, what is your favorite fruit?” I ask to distract Neteyam, who is still staring at me. Which, as far as I know, may be a completely normal thing for Na’vi to do to someone they just met. After all, my sample size is only his other three siblings and I highly doubt that they’re the best examples of the average Omaticayan. It was really starting to unnerve me, though. Kiri turns to us and gives a strange look to Neteyam, who must have just now noticed his staring as he hastily turns away back to the food. I try to figure out what he’s thinking with a spare look his way, but he gives nothing away on his face.

“The fruit of the melon tree makes the most delicious juice, and the flesh is best on a hot day.” She answers, but still narrows her eyes, squinting at her brother in suspicion. He looks up from his food and and his ears go back, another series of looks and body language that I don’t understand ensues between sister and brother. While I can read Kiri’s side perfectly from a decade of practice, Neteyam is much harder to read. Finally he seems to give up and lets out a scoff, looking down at his food and she smirks in what I assume to be her victory. I try to contain my chuckle as I bring a small bite of some sort of starchy root in my mouth, but a little goes into my sra as I hurriedly place it over my mouth to laugh at them when I am unable to suppress my giggle. Neteyam ears perk up and he looks back over at me, raising a non existent eyebrow at my laughing.

“Score one Kiri, Neteyam zero. Am I right?” I say and look over at him mischievously. His mouth drops open a little bit before a look of resignation dawns on his face and he just nods, shrugging nonchalantly.

“More like score three hundred Kiri, Neteyam zero.” Lo’ak interrupts, the snide comment paired with his signature smirk. He turns to me to bask in the glory of his joke, but Neteyam uses the opportunity to flick the shell of a seed at him. It bounces and lands directly on the center of his chest. He falls over dramatically, gasping for breath and pretending to be shot.

“Baby sis….. You can have my bow. Kiri, you have (Y/N). And bro, you take care of Ti’o’tan. Make sure to feed him twice a day for meeee……” He says, all while gasping for breath before falling backwards and sticking his tongue out. Neteyam only rolls his eyes at his brother's antics. The sound of laughter fills the marui as Kiri and Tuk break into hysterical laughter while Neytiri scolds him and tells him to sit back up. Jake, on the other hand, can't help the small smile that peeks through his lips at his son's silliness. Mo’at simply observes everything with a stoic silence, but I think I see a hint of amusement in her face.

“So you’re saying you own me?” I ask, using the most serious voice that I can muster. Lo’ak’s eyes shoot open and he sits up with his mouth hanging open. He looks to his father to help him out of the hole he's just dug, stuttering a few syllables as he tries to figure out how to live through the night. Jake just gives him a look and shrugs with a shit eating grin on his face. Jake has lots of experience with saying stupid things that offend his mate before apologizing and placating her, but he offers no help to his poor son. Before he can realize I’m just teasing him and am not at all offended I burst out laughing.

This gets almost everyone laughing, even a few chuckles from Neytiri and an actually obvious smile from Mo’at. Relishing in the belly chuckle of Jake and the high pitched giggle of Tuk I lift my head in pride at my joke, warmth fills my stomach from the family's laughter. Lo’ak just pouts when he realizes he's been made to be a fool. His ears almost wilt and I prepare to apologize but am interrupted by Neteyam.

“Score one (Y/N).” Neteyam whispers to me from my side, which only causes me to laugh harder. Lo’ak cannot hear what his brother is saying but he still sends Neteyam a look like he has betrayed him, and accuses him of taking my side. Eventually everybody returns to a normal conversation flow before being interrupted by a loud question from Tuk.

“Wait, why don’t I get TawTaw?” Tuk whines. “I’d take way better care of her than Kiri.” She says and juts out her lip in a childish pout, despite now being thirteen. Tuk often says TawTaw instead of the singular Taw because she once told me she ‘loves me two times more than Kiri and Lo’ak do’.

“Because you are a better hunter than Kiri, so you get my bow.” Lo’ak explains like a dutiful brother, using the same voice he would use when she was a really small child. She takes offense to his tone and they continue to argue about who would be the better guardian to me. Eventually, I have to butt in to stop the squabbling.

“Actually, now that I have my new body, I don't need anyone to take care of me.” I point out, in a pathetic attempt to get them to stop arguing.

“But you do have your other body still… and now it's unprotected.” Kiri notes, and I can see the spark in her eyes that means she’s up to no good.

I look over at her with a deadpan expression, mouthing ‘why would you say that’ as another round of bickering ensues between Tuk and Lo’ak. Kiri pipes up occasionally to defend herself from Tuk’s biting character assassination. Eventually I just give up and leave them to their heated discussion. At this point all the food has been eaten and the family is just conversing with each other. I sit in the noise and let it seep into my bones. It feels nice to bask in the ambiance of a larger family, easy to just sit back and observe that way they interact. Easy to just lose myself in the pleasant noise. Silent had been a long time companion, but I find noise to be more calming. I notice Neteyam turns to me and opens his mouth to say something before he closes it and looks away a couple times. On the third I say something before he can back out of a conversation, again.

“You know I don’t bite, right?” I ask with a teasing lilt in my voice. I seem to catch him by surprise yet again and when he looks down at his food I can see a flush appear in the pink part of his ears. I can’t help but let out a laugh at his sheepish face. He is so easy to read right now that I just can’t help it when my shoulders shake slightly from laughter, tail bumping into his as it swings back and forth. The slight contact seems to knock him out of his stupor and I can see him take a moment to steel himself before looking me in the eye, like one would before eyeing an animal stalking them.

“You are a strange woman. A lot more bold than I expected.” He murmurs, holding our eye contact with me for a second longer than I expect, only parting our eyes when Kiri suddenly clears her throat. Again with that eye contact. I think I will see those eyes in my dreams, with their intensity. My eyes flit to Kiri’s face and the look on her face is pure bewilderment. I can almost hear her saying ‘(Y/N), what are you two doing?’. She juts her chin out fiercely and quickly raises her eyebrows to punctuate her silent question. I simply avert my eyes and childishly refuse to say anything or give anything away through my face. I know if I look at her she would be able to see how flustered he had made me. Instead I look around at everyone around the table except her and Neteyam, pausing to observe each member briefly.

Thank you Eywah. The silent prayer slips through my lips when I notice that despite dinner being finished, everyone is still talking to one another and the only one that has noticed the interaction between me and Neteyam is Kiri. Mostly, I am glad that Lo’ak and Jake are in some sort of semi-heated discussion, keeping Lo’ak’s attention off of me. If he had seen that there is no doubt in my mind he would have said something horrendously embarrassing. Not even necessarily on purpose, not to spite me or our promise, he simply has a big mouth.

Another reason that me and Lo’ak get along, he might have a big mouth but I am not afraid of dishing back to him what he dishes out to me. Although Lo’ak is known as the least responsible Sulli, he still is respected as he is after all the chief’s son. Many in the clan would not dream of speaking to him as I do, but honestly, I think he likes it.

After a few more minutes of awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Kiri, while Neteyam avoids eye contact with me, the conversations around us peter out and Tuk uses it as an excuse to ask me to play a game. She explains that it uses stones and a wooden slab with small circular indentations in it. She explains the game and how to strategize with childish zeal, and I can’t help the warm feeling that creeps onto my face via smile as I watch her. Jake and Neytiri excuse themselves for a moment away outside, away from the kids. Mo’at retreats back to the healer's marui to do some work on a young boy that had recently been severely injured from an attack by a hammerhead or 'angtsìk when he went out on his first hunting trip outside of the zone considered safe by the clan. While Kiri and Lo’ak had moved closer to me and Tuk to observe our game, Neteyam hurriedly offered to help out his grandmother saying something about how he knows the poor young boy. But he is obviously still avoiding my gaze when he leaves, trailing behind the healer dutifully. Tuk steals the first two games from me with ease as I try to grasp the subtleties of the game before I narrowly win the third. I suspect Tuk had let me win, though, because when I try to play Lo’ak I end up losing spectacularly to him.

Eventually Jake and Neytiri return to the marui a few minutes before eclipse starts to fall and they wish me a goodnight when I tell the family that I need to leave once I realize what time it is. Tuk is practically begging me to stay the night and pouts when I gently explain that I can’t because I need to feed and shower my other body before I can sleep, and I wouldn't even really be spending the night. She finally relents, but only after I promise to come visit again tomorrow. I make my escape before Kiri can catch up with me on the way out. I’m only spared because her dad calls out to her as she turns to follow me, asking some questions about her chores the following day.

When I arrive at the lab Norm and Max are waiting up to ‘scold’ me for being out so late, which isn’t really a scolding at all. Both Norm and Max have always been unable to really get mad at me, not that I usually even had a chance to do something to upset them. Usually they were too busy worrying about Spider or some bigger problem like food to worry about my small rebellions as a child.

“(Y/N), you can’t stay out this long. It’s safe in camp but you need to give yourself more time to take care of your body.” Max starts up as soon as I open the second steel door to the lab entrance. Before I have the chance to apologize, Norm cuts in, like the worrywart he is.

“(Y/N), he’s serious. We saw what happened to Jake’s human body all those years ago. We just don’t want you to fall into that same hole he did, not taking care of your original body.” Norm frets, while physically inspecting me to make sure that I was okay. Which I can admit is understandable because he knows how hard it is to survive a Sulli dinner.

“Yes, Norm, I know.” I say, punctuating my annoyance with a roll of my eyes. They’re acting like I didn’t grow up watching those videos, like I don’t know the issues of not taking care of my much smaller body. I’d watched Jake Sully waste away enough times to know that I need to take care of myself. My action only causes Norm to huff and turn me towards him with hands on both of my shoulders, looking into my eyes with the intensity of a thousand suns. God, he's so dramatic.

“I’m serious, (Y/N)! If I have to see you go through that it would break my heart. Eating, showering, and exercising is important. Especially with your… condition, sweetheart.” He says with such a sincere worry in his eyes that my shoulders drop from their tense defensive position and I sigh.

“I know Norm. I promise you, I will take care of both of my bodies.” I assure him, sealing the promise by offering up my much larger pinky finger for him to take. Norm grasps my finger with his and gives it a couple shakes. When I turn to go I’m stopped by Max standing directly behind me with his own finger outstretched so I have to promise him as well. A smile of amusement sneaks onto my face but I simply shake it off and grasp his pinky in mine. Once I promise to also be more punctual from now on, Max shows me out through the backdoor to the hammock that they set up for me while I was gone. Norm goes back inside to heat up my dinner from earlier for me while Max gives me the instructions on how to transfer back. I lay back on the hammock at his command, adjusting my tail and kuru to get into a comfortable position. He instructs me to basically fall asleep, or sort of like meditate, until I awaken in the other body.

“Breathe, clear your mind and try to let go of any thoughts. If you have trouble again you can breathe in and out and count backward from twenty like before.” He advises from my right side before leaving me to give me some quiet to help me come back. Luckily, I don’t have as many issues getting back into my body as I did leaving it. It was a lot easier than the first time now that I knew what to expect. It only takes a couple of minutes to fall ‘asleep’, my body is fairly relaxed from the food and tired from running around with Kiri and Lo’ak. I am lulled to sleep by the sounds of the cave, and the sounds of the few Na’vi still up scurrying around to get ready for sleeping hours. I even imagine what they are doing. Maybe a young couple trying to meet up in the quiet of the night. Or perhaps an older couple is helping each other as they set out a large tapestry to dry. A young tween refuses to go to bed, despite the scolding he will receive from his mother in the morning after he’s spent the whole night carving a totem for his best friend. Spider finally making his way back home from whatever he had been doing all day, and I swear I even heard the door of the building next to the lab open. Spider tends to stay there these days. He used to live with me and the boys, until he ‘moved out’ when he turned eighteen. He’s a lot less appreciative of Max and Norms' smothering style of parenting than I am. These pictures lull me into a sense of peace and before I know it I wake with a start in my body again.

My eyes snap open and I can see the lights inside the machine before any of my other senses care to grace me. Immediately I can feel that my feet are both asleep, and my calves are cramping up from the confined space. Slowly the chorus beeps of the many machines invades my ears. I hear Max say something from the outside before the lid is lifted by internal hydraulics. The flood of lights that hits my dilated pupils causes a physical head rush that prompts me to try to reach my hand up to block it, but my hand is blocked by the wire cage surrounding me.

“How you doing, kiddo?” Max calls to me from the pedestal displaying my brain waves, which told him I was back in the body. Norm is already removing the wire cage for me and I simply give him a thumbs up. The only thing I could actually concentrate on was the pain returning to my legs, especially sore from a day of complete inactivity in the tube. I pull my legs over the side to try to let the blood flow back to them as Norm bombards me with many, many questions from how the dinner went to what Neytiri’s reaction was. I wave him off and ask him to give me a minute before I explain what happened. Norm nods and goes to grab my food while Max helps me down onto a chair they placed beside the neural link bed for me. I thank them both and while I eat I explain everything, well everything except my strange final interaction with Neteyam. I did not need Norm and Max teasing me about scaring him off. Plus, I’m not sure whether I am ready to admit how intensely his eyes had affected me. I admit, I may have overstepped my bounds with the Chief’s son. Which is not… good. I resolve myself to make up for it and to try to be a bit less mouthy, but it’s a little hard to know how much is too much when you’ve only socialized with around twenty people in the entirety of your life. Maybe I came on a little strong, so I'll try to be more respectful and a little less brash. Everyone else in my life is so used to my dry and sarcastic nature that I rarely offend them, but I’ve been told I’m a bit blunt.

Finally after a long ‘talk’, more like lecture, Norm and Max finally set me free, but not before they had me walk a bit and do some exercises to keep my legs strong. A couple easy stretches and a few laps around the lab with a promise to do more from now on was needed before I was able to lay down. The aching in my bones felt twice as strong, I had almost gotten used to not feeling the constant dull ache below my flesh. What a wonderful reminder! I need to understand that this blessing is double edged. I am now free to be able to accomplish things physically, but is it physical fulfillment I seek? Will this new body bring me the fulfillment I need? Or will it only remind me how human I really am. A part of me fears it will only serve to make my other deficiencies all the more obvious.

No. I cannot let myself ruin this opportunity with my fears, all I have ever done was listen to them. Now I must have courage, and stand tall despite the fear in my heart. I have to find it within myself to carve out a place on this planet, a way to stake a future in the dangerous Pandoran forest. A way to finally become who I was born to be.

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