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luvjunie · 1 year ago

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— headcanons. what life is like for miles!42

a/n: i honestly didn’t mean for these to get so angsty oopsies!! i kept adding on so they’re also very lengthy wc: 1,751

contains: mentions of grief

Everyone thinks he’s rude and impossible to approach—but that’s a common misconception. In reality, he’s actually quite shy and simply prefers to keep to himself. His quiet nature often causes him to come off ill-mannered, which is completely unintentional on his end and partially the fault of those who assume what he’s like instead of actually getting to know him.

He used to be open to making friends and spending time with peers, but after everyone found out his dad died— which was impossible to prevent considering the man who used to drive him to school now had a giant mural made in his honor— he began receiving a ridiculous amount of pitied stares in the halls, began hearing hushed whispers about how hard things must be for him at home now. And even though they were, he hated that he was being treated differently by those he once kept close to him, like a charity case. As if he were fragile and would break— like he often did when he was alone.

His old friends were supposed to be his distraction, something to take his mind off how he now had to grow up faster than he’d liked. Something to remind him that his trauma hadn’t aged him as much as he feared; that he truly was still a kid at heart. But instead, they served as a constant reminder of the worst thing he’d ever had to live through— skated around him like he’d blow up the second they said the wrong thing; responded with heartfelt condolences instead of laughing with him whenever he’d tell a funny story about his dad. So eventually, he drifted away from them and began keeping to himself all together.

Don’t put him in a box because of his prowler side hustle, this boy is smart as hell!! Especially with one parent now being gone and his mom struggling to pay the bills? He takes his academics very seriously, he has no choice. He has to get it out the mud somehow and he doesn’t have the privilege of skipping classes as much as 1610-miles does. He’s working two years above his grade level in AP Calculus and AP physics, and has been accused of cheating on his tests a couple times due to how fast he completes them, as well as the fact that he has never once asked a question from the seat he chose in the back of the room.

It’s not something anyone would expect, but he enjoys baking a lot and he’s damn good at it too. When he was younger, he’d spent one summer with his Mamá Lena (Rio’s mother), who had him in the kitchen helping her cook and bake almost everyday and it just stuck. It’s a secret talent of his that never really comes up in conversation, and that you wouldn’t know about unless you’ve seen him doing it. His banana bread muffins using a recipe he took months to perfect taste like the gods themselves made them, and he’ll slip one into his mom’s work lunch whenever he makes them because he knows they’re her favorite.

He’s a lover boy at heart, if you were to look into his playlist, the songs you’d find in there probably wouldn’t be what you’d expect. Listens to bobby bland, which was heavily influenced by his uncle, old school rap, and he really likes love songs from the 90s because they make him feel calm, and allow him to imagine what his life would be like if he could have something like what they’re singing about. He’s terrified he’ll never be able to experience that due to his inability to open up to others. And often, he doesn’t even try to express the emotions that are tough to swallow, a firm believer in the saying that ‘once you’re down, it’s hard to get back up.’

Keeps his room pretty clean. It’s probably the one and only thing he has control over in his life, a constant for him. His room is his safe-haven so he treats it as such. It’s basically the same as 1610’s, just with a more matured look, a lot less color and less expression. He unfortunately lost that spark for a lot of his interests, so you won’t see more than a small punching bag, some boxing gloves hanging from the doorknob and few stragglers in the form of posters he didn’t feel like taking down.

He doesn’t like to argue, at all. He hates fighting with anyone he loves and he’s very quick to forgive them or squash the disagreement all together now that his dad is no longer here. When Jeff died, they were still on rocky terms from their previous dispute and even while years have passed, Miles still has yet to forgive himself for that. So now, he usually lets bygones be bygones, and never lets a conversation end on a bad note.

Continued growing his hair out once he realized it was a way for him to bond and spend more time with his mom. Within the little availability they do have, between her working doubles at the hospital, him being pulled in every direction now that he’s the ‘man of the house’—uncle Aaron’s words— and having to do things he’s not proud of to assist her while still going to school during the day, they make the time. Miles only gets it braided by her, and he enjoys the talks they have when he’s sat on the floor between her legs with his back to her. And when she’s done, regardless of how ridiculously embarrassing it is, and how he’s now over a head taller than her, he always lets her pinch his cheeks and call him her ‘handsome little man’. He hasn’t looked at a pair of hair shears since.

On that note, he is very, very defensive when it comes to his mother. Miles is not the kind to go around beating people up just for kicks; mostly because he’s not that kind of person, but also because even if he wanted to— he can’t.

In preparation for stepping into the prowler role Uncle Aaron put Miles into boxing/m.m.a classes when he turned fourteen, and he took to the skill very quickly. So well, in fact, that his hands can now technically be considered deadly weapons in the eye of the law due to his extensive training— which means he could get slapped with a ridiculous assault charge that would have him doing some time in a juvenile correction facility over a simple fist fight. (if he’s not masked as the prowler obviously).

But, some kid in his history class thought it’d be funny to make a slick comment about how Mrs. Morales was ‘single’ and ‘up for grabs’ now that his dad had passed, and the situation ended with Miles suspended for a week after he’d basically thrown his desk over to get to the kid, his knuckles bruised, and a tirade of complaints from the boy’s mother about his now-rearranged nose. However, after hearing the disgusting comment he had made about Miles’ mom, she was kind enough to not press charges and forced her son to apologize to the both of them.

That woman is his saving grace, literally. She stepped up in ways he didn’t even know were possible after his dad died, barely taking time for herself to grieve because she wanted to make sure her little boy didn’t fall apart. He doesn’t let anyone disrespect her and that’s always made known by him. He’s a mama’s boy.

They kind of have a titfortat thing going on, him and his mom. Like how she always stops in to ask him how his day was, if school is going well or if he needs anything, even if the time isn’t ideal and she’s talking to a sleepy Miles at 1am in the morning who can barely keep his eyes open. Or how his uniform is always freshly ironed and laid out for him in the morning, regardless of how exhausted she is and how badly she wants to crawl into bed after her shift. Or how when he’s sick, she’ll drive all the way across town to one of the only fresh markets that sells yuca root and white yautia so she can make him sancocho (a traditional puerto rican dish). It’s the one thing she knows always makes him feel better.

And Miles does nice things for her, too. Like draping a blanket over her sleeping form when she dozes off on the couch in front of the TV. Or making sure her phone is plugged in, so her alarm goes off in the morning, because sometimes she knocks out before she can bring herself to do it. He even goes as far as to secretly slip some extra cash he’s made from a recent job into the ‘RENT’ jar she keeps on her dresser— dropping a hundred in every now and then when she’s not there to see him do it. She’s never once asked him for help, but the one time he took it upon himself to offer it, he was shot down in seconds, and was made to promise her that he wouldn’t worry about it ever again. Her exact words being “You’re too young to worry about something like this mijo, okay? You take all the money you make from your after school job, every single penny, and you save it. Mama’s got this.”

But sometimes, she doesn’t. And Miles knows that she wants to be strong for him. For them. But it takes two, he knows that as well, so he helps out anyway.

And with prayers that they’re not short— Rio counts everything in the rent jar towards the end of the month, and a string of celebratory whoops and hollers will always sound from her room when she realizes they surprisingly have some extra cash that’ll allow her to take some days off and relax for once, and maybe even do something fun together. He’ll listen from his room with a knowing smile, more than happy to let his contributions remain undisclosed to affirm her efforts of providing for them the best she can. With her energy so depleted from how demanding her job is, she’s never suspected it was him discreetly assisting, and chalked it up to her forgetting how much she’d mindlessly dropped in there after each paycheck.

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teyums · 2 years ago

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His Secret Admirer (Final Part) - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part one | part two | part three |bonus chapter

wc: 8.3k

a/n: ahhh you guys we’ve reached the end of the His Secret Admirer series! So bittersweet :,). Thank you for all the love on the chapters I’ve put out, it means a lot that people enjoy my writing this much. And thank you for 500 followers!! (still can’t believe that).

Here is the well awaited Part 4, the final part. I am sooo beyond happy with how this came out I honestly think it’s my best one, and it’s also the longest out of all of them! I had so much fun writing it i love these two so much it hurts. I hope you guys enjoy reading! 💗

contains: sooo much fluffff with a sprinkle of spice 🤭

The next morning came terribly fast, which was pretty much the opposite of what you had hoped for. You awoke groggy and unsettled, the night hadn’t the courtesy of blessing you with the rest you so badly needed to prepare for what was to come. Today was the day of the well awaited festival, the day you looked forward to all year, and now you were dreading in with every fiber in your body. While you tried to convince yourself you were ready to face Neteyam, you were still utterly terrified at the possibility of potentially facing rejection.

You pulled the light sheet that held warmth to your body over your face, hoping your mother would somehow forget you even existed. You weren’t even sure you were breathing. Your body tensed when you heard footsteps nearing, shutting your eyes and making a wish for them to disappear. Perhaps it would’ve worked had you not used them all up last night, begging for at least a couple hours of continuous, undisturbed sleep.

The sheets were pulled from over your head, the bright sunlight making an abrupt reappearance and aiding in waking you up completely. “Maaaa!” You groaned, throwing an arm up to cover your eyes. “Leave me, I’m not ready.” Your whining did nothing to deter your mother from her plans.

“Up, child. There is no time like the present.” She sat beside you, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you to sit up next to her.

You sluggishly lifted your body from where you had fallen asleep last night, your shoulders slumping as you looked at her with doubting eyes. “But what if it all goes wrong?”

“No fear, everything will work out the way it is meant to in the end.” She spoke reassuringly, stroking your arm.

Your mother was always so positive all the time, and usually she was correct. You had no idea how she did it, but it’s been proven your mother knows best so you listened. You exhaled, your uncertainty leaving along with your breath and nodding your head in agreement.

“Good, now we must begin. There is no time to waste.” She grinned.

Taking your braids down took what felt like three lifetimes. In na’vi culture when a woman is looking to court a potential mate, her hair must be loose and styled differently than it is everyday. Something about impressing the male you would be promised to. You tugged at the beads that had been woven into your hair for about a month now, wincing whenever it would catch a loose strand in the process. Though the action of unloosing them was both daunting and aggravating, you couldn’t help the way your excitement grew every time you moved onto the next one.

You ran your fingers through your jet black hair, it slightly wavy from the style it had previously been in. It stopped just above your mid back, the sides pulled back and secured with a clasp adorned with beautiful crimson colored feathers. Two strands were left out in the front, the bottoms having two of each of the beads you used for Neteyam’s necklace on them.

Your mother had sewn together a gorgeous outfit for you, the top garment using the same feathers you had in your hair. They were strung together with thin beaded loops, about three small feathers coming down on each side of your chest to maintain your decency. You held it out in front of you, looking towards your mother apprehensively. The top was so tiny, you wondered if it would actually even cover anything.

Thankfully for you, it did. You still felt a bit exposed as this was much more revealing and dainty than something you would normally wear, however you knew it was only because of the occasion, so you obliged. The feathers felt soft against your skin, and you gently toyed with the intricate beading that tickled below your collarbone. You eyed yourself in the slab of glass that served as a mirror, covering your mouth in awe at the sight of yourself. You hadn’t felt this beautiful in a while and your mom could tell, coming over to give you a tight hug and smiling back at you in the reflection.

“My child, you look stunning. I cannot believe how much you’ve grown.” Her voice was one of intense admiration, backing away and waving her hands as she started to tear up.

“Mama,” You laughed to yourself, bringing a hand up to your cheek as you quickly became embarrased. Your smile was bittersweet, approaching your very emotional mother and taking hold of her shaky hands. “Don’t cry. I’m still your little syulang.”

She sniffed and nodded in immediate agreeance, pulling you into yet another hug that you were sure would cut off your airways this time. Wiping her tears, she reached over to grab the necklace the two of you had made off the table, gently placing it in your open palm and closing it. “Go get him.” She gleamed.

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Neteyam sat on a stool in front of a mirror in his family’s home, head hung in silence and hands clasped together in his lap. He eyed them closely, feigning interest while his thumbs twiddled idly. The tension in the air between him and his mother as she prepared him for the festival could easily be sliced with the knife he kept strapped to his waist. His braids were pulled back, orange feathers weaved into the strands here and there. He had a burning urge to pluck them out, grimacing at the fact that Eyiti would be wearing matching ones.

Neytiri worked on him silently, a word hadn’t been spoken between them since his outburst yesterday, and he felt the guilt eating him alive. His mother always had something to say, even if it were something as simple as correcting him on his grammar. Knowing her to be outspoken, she made sure her opinion was always heard, even if nobody wanted to listen. So the fact that he hadn’t heard her so much as scold him made him worry. Either her feelings were vastly hurt, or she was in deep contemplation about something.

“Your father and I have made a decision.” The sudden appearance of his mother’s voice caused his head to snap up in her direction, his mouth open slightly while he awaited the verdict. He searched her face for any hint towards what she would say next, but lately it’s been hard for him to read her emotions. Saying the two of them had been disconnected recently was putting it lightly.

“And?” He questioned, his voice just above a whisper. For some reason he was afraid that if he asked too eagerly, the answer he received would be opposite of the one he so badly wanted.

“And,” She sighed, placing the tool she had used to help re-braid his hair down on the table. “We have decided to let you choose your own mate.”

His eyes widened the second the words left her lips and his arms trapped her in a tight embrace before she could fully finish what she was saying. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” He repeated, feeling that familiar lump return to his throat. “I’m so sorry for what I said, mother.” His voice split as her hand came down to affectionally caress his head.

“Neteyam,” She peered down at him empathetically, using her hand to turn his face towards her and keeping it on his cheek. “Do not apologize, you were right. We have no right to dictate who you love. I chose for myself, as should you.” She nodded, pulling him away gently so she could finish getting him ready. “All that’s needed from you, is to get through tonight.” Tying his songchord around his bicep, she smiled at him and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. “And after that, I would love to meet the girl my son has fought so hard for.”

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You watched as na’vi gleefully danced into the auburn night, singing out praises to the spirits and celebrating a year that had awarded your clan with yet another bountiful hunting season. There was a big bonfire off to the side where a circle of drunken men sat around, laughing loudly and feasting on the legs of an animal with gluttony. You clasped the necklace in your hands tightly and carefully made your way through the crowd, repeating affirmations in your head to keep yourself from puking. It was simple, really. Find Neteyam, give him the necklace, and tell him you have feelings for him and want to be his life long mate. Boom, happily ever after. Easy, right? Wrong. You kept forgetting that she-devil would probably be attached to him at the hip, making your plan even harder to go through with than it already was.

You shook the image out of your head before it burned itself into your skull, mapping out your breathing to remain calm. “You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.” You mumbled to yourself, peeking your head around in the mass of people until your eyes locked on the man of the hour.

The second you saw him it felt like time came to a full stop. Neteyam looked even more breathtaking than usual, you had thought that would’ve been impossible until this very moment. You honestly had to stop thinking like that, this was the second time he had proven you wrong and it was getting kind of embarrassing seeing as your mouth would hang open in utter shock every time. Colorful beads and feathers embelished his hair and he wore a shoulder piece that made it easy to determine his status when he stood next to the other young men. You stared at him incredulously, almost forgetting what you were supposed to be doing right now.

You wished you could have stayed there forever and it was nice while it lasted, but unfortunately it was time to face reality.

A body that had been blocking your sight of who was next to him moved to the side and Eyiti came into view, her hand clasped onto Neteyam’s forearm as she stood next to him. Her grip so tight you could see the indentations in his arm, it looked like it hurt. You swallowed what felt like an impossible lump to push down, closing your eyes and repeating encouraging words to yourself.

You quickly decided it was not working like it did before.

“I can’t do this.” Your chest heaved, your lungs out of breath without even holding it. You spun around on your heels before he could notice you, prepared to accept defeat and go home.

But the unexpected sounds of blood curdling screams and shrieks caused you to gasp and quickly return to your prior position, the commotion of people frantically running to safety not allowing you to see what was going on. “What? What’s going on?” You grabbed the shoulders of some around you and spoke anxiously, but your attempts were futile. Your ears perked up attentively at the sound of a spine-chilling growl.

Oh no. Not here.

Your feet picked up speed before your mind could register where they were taking you. Ducking through the crowd, you hurriedly ushered the children who hadn’t yet found their mothers together and in the opposite direction of the growling. War cries began to ring out, and you watched as every hunter surrounding the perimeter of the common grounds raised their bows and weapons with haste.

“Wait!” You hopelessly shoved past barriers of your people, your voice not having the ability to project over the warriors shouting above you. You squeezed yourself between panicked bodies and nearly tripped over limbs, your ears letting you know you were getting closer.

Jake and Neytiri had since stood from their chairs that were positioned to look down over the people, and the expressions on their faces let you know that the situation in front of them was far from good.

Directly in front of Neteyam and Eyiti stood a blood thirsty Palulukan, it’s six strong legs aiding in it’s slow and menacing prance towards them. By the looks of its nostrils flaring in agitation, you were sure it would pounce any second. Neteyam, being the fearless warrior he is, instinctively stepped in front of Eyiti and raised his bow, stretching an arrow against the string with one swift motion.

You forced yourself into the center where others had backed up enough to make a large circle. Mothers held onto their children protectively, more terrified than ever. “Neteyam, lower your bow!” Your voice caught his attention almost instantly but his arms stayed raised in position, ready to protect whoever he needed to.

His eyes did not meet yours, instead they stayed targeted on the vicious animal in front of him and he shook his head harshly, not daring to let his attention waver. “Get back [Y/n]. Now.” He ordered.

You shoved the necklace you realized you were still clutching away and into your bag, your hands put out in front of you as you pleaded with him. “Please, you are scaring her. She will pounce.” You responded breathlessly, your eyes flickering between him and the most feared creature on Pandora who was obviously not in the best mood. You were most familiar with her than the others of her species, she was the one you often ran into when venturing through the forest and you could instantly tell by the sound of her growl. You usually had scraps to offer her but it was extremely rare that a Palulukan would come deep into the village, leaving you with nothing to utilize but your own skills.

“She?” You heard Lo’ak’s voice carry over from the top of the hill, referring to the fact that you knew the gender of the savage animal you all heard stories of when you were young. “[Y/n], are you crazy?!” He screeched.

Kiri’s head snapped in his direction and she swatted at his arm. “Lo’ak, hush! You must not distract her.” Whisper yelling at him so only he could hear, he rubbed his arm to soothe the sting and scowled at her.

Tuk peeked out from behind Kiri’s legs, tugging on her fingers to get her attention with a worried look on her face. “Is it gonna hurt her?” Kiri peered down at her younger sister, gently shushing her and shaking her head before returning her attention back to you. Her gaze was one of profound fascination and oddly enough— trusting.

Pre-occupied with trying to stop Neteyam from releasing his arrow in defense, you hadn’t noticed Eyiti slowly backing away from him, the look on her face one of great terror.

The last thing you wanted to do when face to face with an animal threatening to attack, was move.

“Do not!” You shrieked, your warning coming late when the snarling creature started towards her. She screamed in fear, tripping over her own feet and falling flat on her butt. Her eyes flooded with tears and she used her hands to crawl backwards, farther away from the snarling beast. You hate to admit it but there was a tiny part of you that wanted to let this creature sink her teeth into the girl who had made it her life’s mission to terrorize you. The elders, including Neteyam’s parents and hers, stood in attention at the top of the hill at the roots of home tree. Eyiti’s parents called out to her in distress, but they were much too far to assist and moving would only accelerate the attack. They would never make it in time.

You jumped into action, strategically positioning yourself right in the middle of the Palulukan and a defenseless Eyiti. The entire clan gasped, some even cried out prayers and shielded the eyes of their children as they were sure you would die in this very moment. Neteyam was the only one who relaxed somewhat, the string of his bow becoming less taut. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but for some reason, he felt you knew what you were doing.

“Ma Jake!” Neytiri cried out, one hand on her chest and the other grabbing his arm, begging for him to do something. “It will kill her!”

Jake stared down at the scene unfolding in front of him, completely bewildered with his mouth hanging open. “What the hell is she doing? Get out of there!” He yelled.

With your shoulders pulled back confidently, you mirrored the hunting approach of the animal in front of you and glared through your brows, stalking like a Palulukan would before ambushing its prey. You watched it take a step back once you rounded closer in attempt to force more room between it and the blubbering girl behind you, then raising a hand in the air to silence the na’vi who had many distracting comments and opposing opinions against your methods. “Mawey my people, mawey!” You shouted, not taking your eyes off the task in front of you.

Your olo’eyktan watched intently, signaling his approval to the men to lower their weapons like you instructed.

Kiri smiled from ear to ear while watching you, the expression on her face contrasting greatly from everyone else’s. “I knew it.” She whispered to herself, resulting in Lo’ak looking at her like she had lost her Eywa-loving mind.

The giant beast opened its mouth and a loud, menacing roar rumbled deep from its diaphragm. Sharp quills stood tall off its neck while its beard flared out as an intimidation tactic. You stood unfazed, tilting your head with narrowed eyes and loudly hissing in response. Your ears had fallen flat against your hair while you barred your sharp fangs right back with no fear. Neteyam blinked at you in genuine disbelief when the animal’s challenging stance faltered, its legs lowering itself into a submissive position in defeat.

You sighed in relief and rolled your eyes, steadily approaching the beast and gently stroking its head. “What is the matter with you, Yuna? Were you trying to get yourself killed?”

“I-is she… talking to it?” The younger Sully boy questioned, looking back and forth to anyone for an answer. Nobody could respond to him, everyone stood in shock- not able to process what had just happened. “It has a name? Bro, is nobody as lost as I am right now?” He screamed, his hands holding his head as if it were about to explode.

Your eyes dropped down when you noticed one of her legs slightly raised off the ground. You quirked an eyebrow and crouched to get a better look, easily recognizing what had made her come into the village in the first place. There was a thick, sharp chunk of wood lodged between the webbing of her paw. It would have been impossible to remove on her own.

“Oh my… you poor thing. Let me help you.” Your voice was sympathetic as you lowered your head to examine how deep it had gone, deciding it was safe for you to remove it. You used all of your strength to lift the paw that was much bigger than the size of your head with assistance from the creature, gripping the large splinter and finally removing it with a grunt after a few seconds of tugging. The animal roared in pain, and with a whimper its demeanor quelled due to the instant relief, earning an accomplished smile from you. You looked around in search of food, grabbing some teylu out of a bowl from a table off to the side. You tossed the blood stained slab of lumber to the ground once you rose to your feet.

“Make a path.” You ordered, watching the crowd that was huddled around you hurriedly part like the Red Sea.

You waved the worms in front of the creature’s nose, watching her nostrils twitch with interest before you threw them into the direction of the forest. You watched the thanator gallop away, sighing and wiping your hands off onto your legs.

“Ma Jake… Who is that girl? She possesses a fine ability.” The Tsahik stared down at you, her voice seeping with pure awe. She couldn’t even blink. Neytiri had never seen such a display in her entire life. A Palulukan had not been tamed like this since… well, her. Almost two decades past. And even then, that had been an offer of assistance from Eywa to restore balance to the land during the war with the sky people. A genuine taming, such as this, was completely unheard of.

Kiri placed a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “That is the girl Neteyam has been trying to tell you about this entire time, mother.” She smiled. “That girl, is [Y/n].”

“My daughter.” Your mother’s voice clarified as she emerged from the crowd to address Tshaik, effectively catching Neytiri’s attention, but your mother’s eyes remained on you from afar. She had been watching closely, off to the side the entire time. You had explained your hunches with the animals of Pandora to her before, how you felt a deeper connection to them than most did. All of them, even those forbidden to interact with. Though she had never seen it for herself until now, her faith in you never wavered for a second. Her eyes filled with pride seeing her daughter prove herself in a way even better than she had imagined.

Remembering you were in the middle of the circle, you looked up to see everyone gawking at you and cleared your throat before speaking up.

“Um… I’m sorry about her. You all can go back to the party now, everything’s fine. Please, proceed.” You looked around and motioned to the tables that still had candles lit atop them, staring blankly at all the eyes that were glued to your face. You were definitely not used to having this much attention on you, or attention period. It was so quiet you could hear the crackling of the bonfire in the distance. Nobody could believe how casually you were speaking about what you had just done.

“Y-you saved my life… I- Thank you.” Eyiti was a sniffling mess, her body trembling in shock from what could’ve resulted in her death. Her cheeks were stained with tears and for once in her life, her expression matched her words. Oh how it made your heart swell with joy to see her groveling.

Looking down at her, your face twisted as if you had smelled something rotten. “No, I saved my friend’s life. You, however, just happened to get lucky.” You scoffed, making your way out of the circle.

Neteyam’s breaths were heavy as he watched you, glancing up to his father with sanguine eyes, a silent plea to go after you. As soon as Jake hurriedly gave him the okay, he was running off into the crowd. Not even taking a second to help his so called ‘date’ up from the ground that served in humbling her.

He tried his best to keep up with your strides, losing sight of you a few times and apologizing to those he bumped into. He rolled his arm, swiping off the shoulder piece that was preventing him from keeping up with you and letting it drop to the ground. He plucked the feathers out of his hair with zero regard of those watching, wanting to rid of everything that had to do with the girl who kept you two apart.

You managed to make your way out of the sea of people and faded into the forest, ducking under branches and successfully escaping from the sudden influx of attention you gained from your entire village. A relaxed breath left your lips once you were out of sight, trying to take in the fact that you had saved not only one life but two, all while in front of the boy you were preparing to confess to at that. You whipped your head around at the sound of leaves rustling, hearing a voice that never failed to make your heart jump.

“[Y/n], wait!” Neteyam called out for you, his expression softening once you finally stopped. “Jeez, you’re fast.” He breathed out.

You couldn’t help the smile that threatened to appear on your face, dissappointment quickly flooding back in once you remembered the reason the two of you hadn’t been together in the first place. “Yes?”

He searched your eyes for anything that would tell him you were just as stunned as he was, but he was unsuccessful. You stood in front of him, appearing nonchalant despite what had just occurred. “What was that back there?” He asked, reaching forward and taking hold of your arm. “It was like you knew what to do. How?”

You looked down at his hand on your skin, not even being able to think as he was touching you. You swallowed hard, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly as you tried to find an answer. “I-I don’t know. I just… I listened to her. It was like I could hear her- hear her voice.” Your tone grew faint when your eyes met his again, realizing he had never once stopped looking at you, even when you stopped looking at him. You chewed your bottom lip, lowering your head to stare at the ground with a puff of air that was supposed to be a laugh. “You think I’m crazy now, don’t you.” You mumbled.

“No, no! I believe you, I do. I promise.” He shook his head vigorously, dipping his head to catch your faltering gaze once he realized that his wide-eyed, dumbfounded look must’ve given off that impression. “Look, I’m really sorry about yesterday. I did not plan for any of that to happen, with Eyiti. It was my parents doing, I tried to get out of it but I couldn’t…” He sighed, his voice faltering when he spoke of her. He didn’t even want to think about her, let alone bring her up to you.

He felt you pull away slightly, apprehensive due to you having no idea what was really going on behind the scenes other than what you had witnessed with your own eyes.

“[Y/n],” His eyebrows creased apologetically, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. “Follow me, please. I will explain everything, I just really, really need you to come with me.”

You could never say no to him, even with the residual feelings of betrayal that lingered in the back of your mind. The desperate look worn on his face was enough for you to give in without another thought. A small nod of your head brightened his face up immediately, though you could tell he was trying to let himself not get too excited at the small victory.

He took your hand into his, fingers intertwining and hearts racing. Your cheeks heated red as he pulled you through the forest with a firm grip, no intention of letting you go.

You followed closely behind him, looking back in the direction of the festival when you heard music resume in the distance. You felt a pang of guilt, you didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble yet again. “Neteyam, you are the chief’s son. Are you sure you can just up and leave like this? They will surely be looking for you-”

The two of you broke out from the trees and onto a stretched path, your breath catching in your throat when you were suddenly pulled into his chest. If you had inched just a smidge closer, your noses would have been touching. You blinked sporadically, probably to keep yourself from fainting.

“I do not care what anyone thinks. Now is not about them, it’s about you.” The words flowed from his mouth smooth like silk, and with the way his amber eyes eyes were mending into yours you truly felt as if nothing else mattered to him. “Yesterday, you said you wanted to go on another Ikran ride with me, no?” You had no idea how he was able to maintain eye contact so easily, your legs felt like they were about to snap at any moment and you thanked Eywa you had his arms to hold onto.

“Yes…” You would have looked away by now, but his eyes were inviting you in. There was such a different look to them, like he was seeing into you. The sound he made to call for his banshee brought you back to reality. “O-oh, right now?” You gulped, seeing his Ikran land at the end of the trail.

“Yes, now.” He laughed at your stuttering, gently pulling your hand and leading you over. He glanced at you while he prepped the saddle, a playful smirk playing on his lips as you eyed the animal, the apprehensiveness you held for years trying to re-introduce itself. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re scared. This isn’t your first time.” He hopped onto its back, extending a hand out to you.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes narrowed, pretending to look offended at his teasing. “You wish.” You took his hand and grinned, allowing him to pull you up behind him. You settled into the saddle, breathing out before loosely snaking your arms around him like you remembered.

“Come on love, I don’t bite.” He chuckled, taking your arms and tightening them around him. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.” You blushed, a small shiver striking through your body when he grasped your hands and placed them over his chest just like he had done the first time.

“Shut up.” Had he not been able to hear the grin overshadowing your words he probably would have thought you were being serious.

“Ready?” He looked over his shoulder, face beaming.

Before you could even respond, a chirp to his Ikran sent it plunging into the sky at full speed. A scream left your mouth, but unlike last time, this one was oozing with exhilaration. Your grip on him tightened and you pressed your cheek against his warm back, a laugh producing from him at your thrilled squeals every time he took an unexpected dip or a turn.

Your eyes were so focused on the gorgeous display below you that when you began to ascend higher and higher into the sky, the landscape seemingly shrinking caused you to look up at his focused expression. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

After a few more minutes of flying passed, your set destination came into view. The hallelujah mountains approaching made you gasp in amazement, you had never once gotten to see them up-close due to your now squashed fear of flying. He felt your heartbeat quicken against his back, the sensation of his hand reaching back to rub your thigh instantly drawing your attention away from the scenic landscape in front of you.

The banshee came to a gradual landing on one of the larger floating platforms, its heavy wing beats slowing once its feet made contact with the ground.

Your gaze immediately locked on the faint flickering of candles in the distance, having trouble pulling your attention away from them as he dismounted. “Neteyam… What is that?” Your voice was calm and directed towards him- but your eyes remained in front of you, worried that if you expressed too much interest, whatever it was that he had set up would disappear.

“Just, come on.” He smiled diffidently and pinched the back of his neck, ignoring your question and holding his hand out to you once again.

You hurriedly grasped it and hopped off the saddle, using his arm to stabilize your landing. You could tell he was a bit nervous but you hadn’t known the exact reason why. He leisurely lead you along and you turned your head towards him, the smile on his face making your own appear as a blanket laid over the grass with a few small, lit candles became visible. You held his hand with both of yours now and squeezed gently, marveling at the set up still ahead. You couldn’t contain your excitement and skipped off without him, lowering to your knees on the soft fabric at your feet.

You brought a hand over your mouth to stifle what would’ve been your one hundredth gasp of the day, taking a glimpse around and seeing a spread of your favorite fruits and snacks positioned off to the side. “Neteyam,” You lifted your head to see he had caught up with you now, grabbing his hand and lightly pulling on it to urge him to sit down with you. “You did this for me?” The spread along with the pillowy, bioluminescent foliage around you were all very enticing, but you couldn’t look at anything else but him.

He sat beside you, blushing and nodding his head while eyeing everything like it was his first time seeing it. “Yeah. Well, I may have asked Kiri for some help cutting the fruits. And Lo’ak assisted me in bringing everything up here…” He trailed off once he saw your sudden unamused expression, most likely due to the fact that he always struggles to take credit for the sweet things he does. He cleared his throat, rephrasing his answer. “Yes, I did it for you.” He grinned.

Your hands came up to cup his flushed face, yellow orbs overflowing with adoration for the man in front of you. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever thought to do for me, I-“ Your sentence came to a halt and your hands slowly retracted from his face upon remembering something that still hadn’t been addressed.

He noticed your demeanor change, bringing his hands up to stop yours from falling completely. “I talked to my parents,” Somehow he was able to answer the question that was lingering in your mind, without you even having to say it out loud. “They’re letting me choose now. I can choose my mate.” He repeated, making sure you didn’t miss a single word he was saying.

“That’s good.” You smiled at him sadly, not being able to help your gaze falling to the side to avoid looking at him.

He rolled his eyes at you in a joking manner, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up at him. “And I choose you, sxkawng.”

“You can’t,” You shook your head, feeling betrayed by your own mouth at the words it picked as a response. “I am not a healer, Neteyam. Or a hunter. I don’t have what it takes to be Tsahik. I can’t-“

“No,” He cut you off before you could finish, like the words angered him to even listen to. “You don’t need to be anything other than yourself, [Y/n]. Do you not remember how you single-handedly managed to save our village tonight? You have proved yourself plenty, trust me.” He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “You are so much more than special, and you always have been. Especially to me.” His tone comforting and leaking with affection, he used his other hand to caress your cheek while he reassured you.

“Neteyam….” You melted into his touch and leaned against his hand, feeling all the uncertainty you held for yourself slip away.

He went to tuck one of your front strands behind your ear to get a better look at your face, then he paused. Watching his expression change, his eyebrows furrowed as he peered at what was woven in on the ends. “These beads,” He stared intently, deep in thought while he rolled one between his index finger and his thumb to try and spark a memory. “I feel like I have seen them before.”

Your mind instantly flashed back to when you had pushed through the circle to stop the Palulukan, remembering that you were still holding the necklace when you came into his line of sight. “Oh!” You quickly reached behind you to grab your small pouch, lifting the strap over and off your shoudlers then opening it and sifting through the contents. He watched curiously, his eyes illuminating when you revealed a necklace made of the same beads that were in your hair.

His mouth opened but you were already explaining before he could ask. “I-it’s for you. I was gonna give it to you, at the festival. But then I saw you with her and everything started happening so I-“

He delicately took it into his hands, tilting his head to the side to get a better look. His head was dropped down as he studied it and silence that weighed in the air began to worry you.

“You don’t like it?” Your voice was quiet and your sweating palms indicated how nervous you truly were.

His strong arms suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. You were shocked at his unforeseen actions but ultimately had zero complaints. “I love it.” He whispered, pulling away to look at you with one of the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen on his face. “You made this for me?” He sounded like he couldn’t believe it.

You quickly nodded, still trying to gather your thoughts. “Well, it was my idea, but I was on a time crunch so my mom-“ You stopped yourself, seeing the same kind of look on his face you had given him earlier when he went off on a tangent to discredit his efforts. The both of you were thrown into a fit of laughter at the moment of deja-vu. “Yes, I made it for you.”

You took the necklace back into your hands, motioning it towards him as a silent offer to help him put it on. He obliged, using a hand to hold his braids up and out of the way.

You licked your bottom lip and sat up on your knees, realizing now that you had accidentally volunteered yourself to get closer to him. You moved your body in his direction, not missing the way his eyes tracked every movement you conducted. You brought your hands apart and circled them around his neck, trying your hardest not to think about the way his breath was fanning against your shoulder, his lips lightly grazing it. You felt his gaze boring into your face, the pace of your heart increasing as you fiddled with the clasp before fastening it.

“There, all done.” You mumbled, allowing your hands to trail against the skin from the back of his neck down to the front of his chest. As you pulled away it was impossible to hide from his stare, your eyes connecting with his. The both of you sat there for a beat, simply looking into each other’s eyes until he decided to make the first move. He leaned forward, stopping inches from your face. Your breath shuddered, his eyes falling from yours, to your lips, then back up again.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed out, his fingers brushed against your sides, eager to hold you but wanting to wait until he had your permission.

God, you thought he’d never ask.

He took you falling in to close the remaining space between your lips as a prompt yes. Your eyes fluttered to a close the moment your lips met, your arms ribboning around his neck to bring him closer. His hands followed suit and grappled onto your waist, his right arm hooking around your back to pull you up and into his lap as the kiss deepened almost instantly.

You broke for air after a few seconds, raking your hands into his braids when he quickly became too impatient to wait for you to catch your breath. You held his head whilst he placed featherweight kisses along your jaw, mindlessly craning your head to the side to grant him further admittance to your sensitive skin.

You nuzzled your cheek against the top of his braids, not being able to stop yourself from inhaling deeply to take in his scent. You felt his lips latch and suck on the skin of your collarbone, gasping at the feeling and knowing it would for sure leave a mark. Biting your lip to contain your voice, you drew your body away from his.

His head snapped up to look at you, fearful that he had done something you didn’t like or made you uncomfortable in any way.

His worries were extinguished once taking in the wanting look on your face, eyeing carefully when you reached back to grab your long braid and pull it forward. He followed suit, eagerly bringing his own to present it to you. The ends of your queues unveiled from the hair that protected them once in close proximity with each other.

“[Y/n], we will be mated for life if we do this.” He started, not wanting to rush you into a decision just in case this wasn’t truly what you wanted.

You placed a reassuring kiss on his lips, pressing your forehead against his once you pulled away. “I promise, Nete’. I want this.”

The two of you brought your hands closer, your queues grasping onto each other and intertwining to make Tsaheylu. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed, your body trying to adjust to the new feeling that had been gifted to you. It was as if you could now feel everything he was feeling, think everything he was thinking. You felt the immense love he held for you all these years coarse through your veins. He had already told you this, but feeling it was something completely new, a foreign sensation you didn’t know you could crave this badly until now. Neteyam’s head hung below you, and based on the short, uneven breaths that could be heard from him paired with his chest rising and falling— you knew he felt it too.

He finally raised his head to look at you, his hands tenderly rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You allowed your back to be pressed against the soft blanket beneath you as he switched the position the two of you were in, meeting your lips again. His lips chased yours every time he felt you pull away, and with each kiss his lips transferred the burning desire he had onto you. Your mouth parted instinctively when his warm tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you gladly allowed it in, hands fervently grasping onto each other in attempt to be closer than you already were. You smoothed over his chiseled back, fidgeting under him slightly at the heat you felt starting to grow deep in your core while his wandering hands served as further ammunition.

You had no idea where he learned how to do all this but you were so far from a complaint that you wouldn’t even be able to hear if it yelled your name. The two of you kissed like it would be your last, lips melded together to confirm it had been a mistake that they were apart all these years.

“‘Teyam…” You softly moaned against his lips, his ears flicking in delight at the way you called his name. You trailed a hand down his torso, fingers rolling over his abs and feeling them tense at your touch. You rapidly felt yourself growing impatient, your back arching off the ground and your heaving chest coming in contact with his.

His large hand squeezed the plush area where your thigh met your hip, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist securely then dragging his hand back up to continue loving on your heated, dark blue skin. A finger finally slipped under the string of your loincloth and with one swift motion it could be lost and forgotten for the night. His heart was beating against his chest so hard he swore you could hear it. He didn’t bother to open his eyes, but simply hovered his lips over yours with enough room for you to speak.

“Do you want me to stop?” His tone was gruff and deep, tail swishing in delight as he could already feel what the answer was against his leg.

“Please don’t.” You panted out whatever would use up the least time, not wanting his lips to leave yours for more than a second and using your hand at the back of his neck to pull him right back down into you.

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You were glad tonight would be a warm one, seeing as the two of you wouldn’t be moving from this spot anytime soon. Where in the world he had tossed your garments was a problem to be saved for the morning.

Even if you actually wanted to move, you couldn’t. Neteyam’s arms were wrapped so tightly around you, as if you would slip right through his fingers if he let up in the slightest. Not to mention that you were sure the minute you’d try to stand up, the stability of your legs would automatically succeed in embarrassing you.

You couldn’t exactly see just how marked up the skin surrounding your neck and chest looked, but brief flashbacks of him nipping at where he’d noticed other men ogling at before pretty much told you that you were in for a treat. Your mother would probably faint if she saw you like this, so you’d make sure to stop and get some yahlnabark in the morning to tend to the bruising before home.

Neither you or Neteyam had taken it upon yourselves to break Tsaheylu, wanting to relish in the unfamiliar feeling of comfort it brought. Enjoying your hearts beating as one, you cuddled closer to him while your queues lay connected between your exhausted bodies.

You spent your time afterwards threading your fingers through his hair and against his scalp, appreciating every part of him. The both of you took turns feeding the other pieces of fruit, easily resembling a cliche married couple on their honeymoon and giggling at yourselves for it, completely lovestruck.

“You are so beautiful… Did I tell you that already?” He twirled the strands of your hair along his fingers, his elbow propping him up and his eyes utterly mesmerized as they trailed from your head to your toes over and over again. He had said it so many times already that you were starting to forget your own name.

You cheesed, nodding your head while he continued to delve into how gorgeous you looked for the umpteenth time regardless of your answer.

The twinkling stars in the sky above begged for your attention, but all your eyes could focus on was him. The way his face lit up when he spoke of something that excited him, the sound of his voice when he laughed at his own corny jokes. You could listen to him go on and on for hours. You lived for it all and didn’t want to miss any of it.

“I won’t disappear, you know,” He chuckled at your melancholy expression, planting a prolonged kiss on your cheek that made your heart skip a beat. “Not this time.” He assured, lifting the back of your hand to kiss your knuckles.

This was definitely something to get used to. Him displaying his love for you so openly as well as literally being able to tell what was on your mind.

“I know that, but I can’t take any chances. I miss you already and you’re right here in front of me.” You pouted, not being able to stop it from transforming into a sheepish smile.

After a while of laying together he started to doze off, his slowed breathing indicating as such. He had tried to keep himself awake for as long as he could, going to sit back up every time he felt his eyes begin to close and swearing that he wasn’t tired. You had to hammer it into his head that you would remain next to him; that if he fell asleep you would still be here in his arms when he woke up. He eventually fell asleep with his head on your chest, his arms maintaining a concrete hold on your body to make sure you would keep your promise. With his tail loosely wrapped around your thigh, indistinct, quiescent snores could be heard from who you had come to love so deeply over the years.

You wished he had been awake so you could poke fun at his possessive behavior. Every time you moved so much as an inch from him, just to see what he would do, he stirred from his slumber and pulled you back flush against him with a muffled, exhausted grunt in protest. The sensation of your heated skin pressed close to his was enough for him to let his guard down and rest without worry, even if it were just for tonight. He knew he still had hardships to face, but the fact that you would be there by his side through it all helped erase all feelings concern. The man who spent his entire life protecting everyone could now bask in the same treatment. One night with you was all that was needed to heal all of his wounds. The confirmation that he now had you as his mate for the rest of his life, and in the next, aided in keeping him sound asleep.

Though it was most likely the influx of newfangled emotions washing over you, you couldn’t help but grow emotional while watching him sleep so soundly. In all your years of knowing Neteyam, you had never seen him more at peace than he was with you in this very moment. The space between his eyebrows held no weight, his shoulders no tension. His body and mind were completely relaxed for the first time in forever.

Trailing your fingers over the necklace you had made him, you chewed your lip to stop your grin from enveloping you as you remembered the way he had peppered your face with endless kisses just a bit ago, thanking you over and over again for such a thoughtful and sincere gift. He swore the only way he would take it off is if it broke, and even then he would come to you and have you fix it.

You listened to the distant sounds of the forest tucking itself in for the night, insects humming, the leaves on the trees gently swishing when the occasional breeze would pass. If someone had told you just two weeks ago that you and Neteyam would be mated for life, you would have laughed in their face. You couldn’t believe you had gone from being his secret admirer to the love of his life right before your eyes.

You vowed to always support him and love him unconditionally. You would never again allow him to feel less than he was- a beautiful, strong, humble man deserving of all the love he craved and more. You gazed down at him as you felt sleep creeping up on you, brushing the loose hairs from his forehead and seeing the corners of his mouth unconsciously turn up into a subtle smile.

“I see you, Ma Neteyam.” You whispered, eyes softly flittering to a close.

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callmeby-mylastname · 11 months ago

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who’s she?

summary- after your fallout with tara you find comfort in the thing you hated most about her, alcohol.

warnings- some sweet angst, meaningless one night stands and some swears. possible grammar n spelling errors

A/N- thank you anon for the suggestion i hope it lived up to your standards. sorry this took so long i have been so damn busy lately but enjoy🙏

part 1

it had been 3 months since your ‘break up’ with tara and to be completely honest you were doing terrible.

you never liked it when tara drank, she became someone you didn’t recognise.

and now you’re here, you barely recognise yourself. drinking copious amounts of liquor sleeping with a new random girl.

if you kept yourslef sober enough you’d be disgusted by the reputation you had acquitted, the ‘life of the party’ the fuck boy who gets with pretty girls and leaves before they wake up. it didn’t mean anything to you it truly didn’t it clearly meant nothing to the hookups. you both wanted a sexual realsie and that’s what you got.

doing anything to distract yourself from losing the one thing that made your life bright.

Tara had heard of your new found reputation along with glaring looking at you drunkly go upstairs with a girl.

she felt guilty, real guilty. yet too stubborn to talk to you. was she scared you’d end up the way amber did? yeah. did she love you? yeah. was her fear a reasonable excuse to hurt you the way she did? not particularly.

but yet here she is, sat in her apartment wallowing in self pity, contemplating texting you.

she’d spend her nights feeling guilty debating to reach out but never truly had the courage. she hears a ping from her phone and checks the message.

nerdymeeks: have u heard of Y/Ns new girl?

Tgiz: wait what? like gf??

nerdymeeks: i think so? they’ve been seen hanging out at their place couple times

nerdymeeks: told u. u should’ve stopped being stubborn n got ur girl back before it was too late

well if she had a reason to text it was definitely now, so with the surge of confidence that had absolutely nothing to do with the raging jealousy she clicked your contact and let it ring.

“sorry the person you’re trying to contact does not exist” and with that the call ended.

tara was left in disbelief, you blocked her? you got some new girl and blocked her? that made a already very jealous mad tara exceptionally more angry

she didn’t particularly have the right to but she still was.

grabbing her shoes and keys, she was going to confront you, luckily for her you’re a couple doors away. it’s honestly shocking you two haven’t seen eachother since the fallout.

and with three knocks, she was stood at the door left with silince. she raised her fist to knock once more when a beautiful black haird girl opened the door.

logically she was stunning, but to tara? you could do better. and it isn’t at all jealousy

“can i help you?” the girl at the door way asked, recovering from the momentary stun tara replied.

“i-uh. i’m here for Y/N?”

“tara?” your voice rang out behind this new mysterious girl.

this was the first time her eyes met yours after THAT. you looked good, better than you did atleast.

but she would hate to admit how she missed the way her eyes instantly found yours wherever you were.

“we need to talk” tara replied to you

you were stuck, on one side you never wanted to see her again but that little part of ur brain was nagging at you to just hear her out.

and so you went for the latter. “okay”

tara looked back at the girl guarding the entrance to your apartment, she reluctantly moved aside and headed towards your bedroom.

“if you need me Y/N i’ll be right here” and with that she entered the room closing the door.

“so are you and broody over there..together?” she was trying to keep composer (it didn’t work)

“what do you care?” you replied bitterly

“i don’t. i-just..wondering” that composer is definitely working very well. “what do you want tara?” you were getting impatient now

“why did you block me?” she asked getting straight to the point

“it’s not like we were talking” you replied. she really had the nerve to throw you to the cerb then comd to your apartment and ask why you had blocked her?

“maybe because you were too busy getting drunk” she folded her arms across her chest.

“oh? so you’re getting judgemental now?” you walked closer to her.

“i have never once judged you, and now you’re judging me for something you’ve done?”

you were face to face with her now. you were a couple inches taller than tara, so you were looking down on her.

she would be lying if she said seeing you mad wasn’t atleast a little bit attractive.

“i had my reasons for what i did” she stated getting louder now.

“and i didn’t?” you were shouting now, both arguing with one an other.

“we were simply fucking Y/N-“ she started “No!” you cut her off. “don’t even act like what we were doing was ‘just fucking’. i loved you and you know damn well you liked me more than just some side bitch-“

it was her turn to intrupt you now “you loved me?” the tension was softer now.

“of course i did tara? you were everything i ever wanted” you paused

“and now i have everything i need” you looked towards the bedroom door, tara following your line of sight.

she felt the tears in her eyes, but she be dammed if she let you see them fall.

the soft “oh” fell from her lips “i see, well i’ll leave you two to it then” and before you could say more she turned around and left, leaving you stood in your apartment once more.

this time you had something, someone to go to. someone worth it.

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mountkennedie · 2 months ago

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Premier Cullen Tastes

Edward Cullen x reader

Summary: It's you and Edward's 5th anniversary

warnings: none

A.N. I know he would never actually feed in front of you, if you're human. But this is pretend :)

Tonight was you and Edward's fifth anniversary. Every year, the plans had gotten more and more drastic. You honestly couldn't decide which one was the wildest. The two tying for first place are the first, when you were blindfolded and taken on a "mystery vacation." You were taken to Alaska to see the northern lights. And the other was the third when you took Edward to Canada so he could hunt down their wild bears.

Though these make great memories, you feared that both of you would soon lose ideas. You were not a vampire, so he wanted to make the most of the time he had with you. No amount of "Edward, I'm 25, not dead!" worked.

But this year, you managed to convince everyone that you wanted a calmer anniversary. You both decided on a lovely restaurant in Seattle. You always found rain very calming, especially on a candlelit dinner.

There was a couple's area in this specific restaurant, and Edward bought out the entire room. It was just you and him in front of the large window. The drizzle outside added a nice ambiance to the otherwise quiet room. Music from the rest of the building leaked through the door with a dull mumble, but the rain seemed to perfectly drown it out.

The table was simple, small, and circular. It had a cloth table cover and a candle for light in the center. "Do you think it's real?" You whispered, You have no real reason to whisper. No one else was there except a waitress in the corner. But even their attention was elsewhere.

He reached his hand out, his fingers dancing over the flame for a moment. "Yes," He didn't need to say it. The look in his eye alone told you not to try what he just did. Soon later, the waitress from the corner came by, and you both ordered. What surprised you was that Edward ordered something himself.

"The special?" You cocked your head. Why on earth would he be eating human food when he didn't need to? The effect?

"Something Carlisle and I cooked up," was all he said. The wait for food felt much longer than ever. You had to know why your husband chose to eat dirt while you had fine cuisine.

The waitress came with just one plate on her tray. The food belonged to you, as it should. When she said she would be coming back for him, you had to ask again. "What are you pulling?"

"You'll see," he had the brightest grin on his face. You shook your head and looked down at your own food. You didn't want to begin eating yet. You knew to wait until everyone had their food.

The waitress returned carrying a bottle of wine. "Apologies for the delay, sir. The wine you requested." She showed off the label, "Premier Cullen Tastes" in beautiful penmanship was there. I wanted to hold back my reaction until she left.

"Yes, that's wonderful," he nodded his head and lifted his glass. The waitress popped the cork and was about to pour when Edward stopped her. "You've been very kind this evening, please, allow me."

She handed him the bottle and asked, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"This will be all, thank you." With that, she nodded her head and walked back to the kitchen.

"Is that what I think that is?" Your voice was full of astonishment. Your eyes were big and bright as you looked at him.

He poured the drink into his wine glass. The thick red liquid flowed in beautiful ribbons. He treated it like anyone would treat wine due to the waitress still being in the corner. He leaned in, and you did the same. In your ear, he whispered, "Freshly picked this morning. From a wild black bear." He finished his statement by kissing right below your ear.

He leaned back with a smug expression. And you huffed, amazed. "How did you even - no. Tell me how this happened, beginning to end." He told you of how he and Carlisle had been planning something like this months before the anniversary. And once you chose the restaurant, everything went into motion. There were no actual "Premier Cullen Tastes" they just used a new bottle for this specific night. Emmett, of course, caught the bear, and then they filtered the blood into the glass as cleanly as possible. Then, there were a few people who needed to be paid off for secrecy in getting the bottle in the kitchen. The thing is, almost everyone in the kitchen knew of the 'special wine' except the waiters. Just being cautious, he didn't want her too close to the contents inside.

After finishing his story, your plate was nearly finished, as well as his glass. "But didn't you go hunting yesterday? Why the extra?"

His tone grew a little serious as he said, "I wanted to be safe." His smile returned, "and I wanted to be able to share a nice moment with you."

"Well, I appreciate it," You raised your wine glass, and he raised his. You clinked the glasses and took a sip. "Happy anniversary," you both said in unison. Later, he leaned in again and, in your ear, said, "Have I neglected to tell you how amazing you look tonight?" You smiled in response. Very smoothly, he pulled your chair closer to him. "Absolutely divine," he nipped at your ear lobe and placed a hand on your thigh.

"You are a gentleman!" You whisper-yelled in his ear.

"You make it so hard," he whispered back, starting to kiss your neck, moving lower and lower.

You pushed him off and looked toward the waitress, "We'll take the bill."

The air on the drive home was thick with tension. For once, your husbands hand on your thigh felt hot. It took everything in you not to grab him the moment the car stopped in the driveway of your home. But all restraints went out the window the moment the two of you crossed the threshold.

#edward cullen x reader #edward x reader #edward cullen fanfiction #edward cullen fanfic #edward cullen #edward #twilight x reader #twilight fluff #twilight #mountkennedie

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marsxcutie · 7 months ago

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Fixation│Jonathan Crane x Reader

Fixation - Part 3, Part 2, Part 1

Fixation Masterlist

A/N: I did not anticipate this story to be this much of a slow burn (imo) sorry! Jonathan is such a gentleman (for the most part) in this chapter eeeek. REST ASSURED THINGS PICK UP IN THIS PART! This man moves quickly. Some random time skips because I for one hate a play by play and I'm sure others do too, I know why ya'll are here (-ω-)ω-)

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Female Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) is Arkham's new lead psychologist in the developing acute pediatric unit. Dr. Crane soon becomes fixated on the pretty young doctor. Is she just as fixated on him?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: home invasion, bondage, scarecrow (yes! he's a warning), fear toxin usage, spiders (not real), reader is drugged

The rest of your first day was a bit of a blur, honestly the interaction with Elias had scared you. You were usually more of a brave soul but knowing that this man and a lot of other men just like him were in the same building as you everyday was unsettling, even if you weren’t working directly with them. Maybe you were in over your head. It would be at least a couple months until you even worked with patients, as the pediatric unit isn’t even fully built yet.

You gently rubbed your eyes as you walked back down the cobblestone path towards the gate. Today has taken a lot out of you. You didn’t live far but the thought of walking home was more intimidating than usual. You suddenly felt hyper aware of just how vulnerable you truly were.

“(Y/N).” Someone called after you. You stopped and turned, Dr. Crane now walking towards you. “You weren’t planning on walking home this late were you?” He looked down at you with a worried expression.

“Oh, I don’t live far.” You gave Dr. Crane a reassuring smile.

“A lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone this late. I can give you a ride?” He bit back saying something about how beautiful you are, probably not appropriate after knowing your colleague for a day.

“If you don’t mind, I would appreciate it.” You smiled softly, honestly you were relieved.

“I’m parked around the back.” He gestured to the path that led around the side of the building. You nodded and followed him around the side and to the back of the building. The path led to a small parking lot, where a few cars were parked. “We park back here to reduce patients potentially seeing what we drive.” He clicked a button on his keys and a black mercedes benz with tinted windows lit up and beeped. He walked you to the passenger side and opened the door for you. “Thank you.” You smiled and slid into the seat. He closed the door gently and moved back around to the driver's side.

“I’ll need directions.” He chuckled, he was already out of the parking lot and driving down the road. “Oh right,” you smiled sheepishly, “It’s just a couple blocks straight up the road.”

It didn’t take long for you to point out your apartment building and Dr. Crane pulled over to the side next to the sidewalk. “I’ll get your door.” He got out and walked around to your side, opening the door and offering you his hand. You took his hand and looked up at him, but his gaze wasn’t on you, his head was turned towards the sidewalk, a stern look on his face. You followed his gaze to a man sitting on the sidewalk, holding a cardboard sign. You squeezed his hand, “That’s Gary, he’s harmless.”

“Let me make sure you get inside safe, you never know what someone is truly capable of.” Dr. Crane stepped aside to let you lead the way. You rolled your eyes playfully and headed up the stairs to the entrance. “Hi Gary.” You smiled at the man next to the stairs, Gary grumbled out a greeting to you and you looked back at Dr. Crane as to say see?

You made your way down the apartment building hallway, your door being the one at the very end. You didn’t open your door but instead turned your back to it, preparing to say goodnight to Dr. Crane. “Thank you for the ride home Jonathan.” He gave you a small smile, “It’s no problem (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” Not waiting for a reply, he turned and made his way back out to the front of the building.

You waited until he was out the entrance until you turned around and unlocked your door. After all, you never know what someone is truly capable of.

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You woke up early the next morning, completing your morning ritual which consisted of doing your hair, makeup, and picking out a cute (professional) outfit. You opted for a pair of pixie dress pants and a pinstripe button up, leaving maybe a few too many buttons undone. You did a subtle smoky eye look, and left your hair down.

As you made your way into the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice all the new raindrops on the window. It was raining hard and you now dreaded the walk to work. “Shit.” You muttered, looking at the time, you had to leave like now. You quickly made your way to the closet and dug out an old umbrella, slipping on your heels and jacket. You made your way out of the building, you could barely see the street. It was raining so hard. You stood under the last little bit of protection you had and went to open the umbrella, with no luck. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Tears pricked at your eyes, there was no way you could walk to work in this weather without an umbrella, even with an umbrella you’d probably still be soaking.

“Need a ride?” A voice from the street called out. You tried to squint through the heavy downpour to see who was calling out to you. The figure made its way towards you, holding an umbrella.

“Jonathan, what are you doing here?” You said in a harsher tone than you had meant to when your colleague appeared before you.

“I’m sorry, I hope this isn’t an intrusion. I saw how hard it was raining this morning and didn’t want you catching a cold.”

He seemed genuine, and that was very thoughtful of him to consider that you had to walk to work in the rain. You sighed and gave him a smile, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a hard morning already.”

He shook his head, “No worries, are you ready?” He offered his arm, and you gratefully took it, stepping out from under the small protection you had to under his umbrella. He walked you to his car, making sure you didn’t slip.

The ride to work was short but even in the car the roads were hard to see. Jonathan seemed to manage the drive with no problem though. He gave you a sense of safety that not a lot of other people have before. It definitely helped his case that he was so handsome. You couldn’t help but admire his features as he drove. His eyes were so pretty and you didn’t even want to think too hard about his lips..knowing where your mind would wander.

"We'll be spending the day together again. We're quite short staffed right now." Jonathan broke you out of your trance. You let out a small laugh, "I don't mind spending the day with you." You internally rolled your eyes at yourself for how corny you sounded. Jonathan shifted his gaze to you and smiled.

— later that evening —

The work day had gone by very quickly, honestly it had kind of been a blur. The last thing you clearly remembered was drinking a coffee that Jonathan had brought you from the break room. Everything after that seemed to blur together, your head in a daze. Jonathan had given you a ride home again but you honestly couldn't recall how you got in your bed. You looked up at the ceiling, your bedroom light going in and out of focus. You blinked hard, trying to focus, to no avail. You tried to sit up, but your arms felt numb. You fell back onto your pillows, your head slumped to the side and you lost consciousness.

You slowly blinked your eyes open, your vision fuzzy. You tried to lift your arms but your movement was restricted by something. You struggled more but a wave of pain shot up your arm as something tightened around your wrists. You whimpered, slowly gaining more consciousness. Your legs were spread and you could not move them either. You thrashed your body violently, realizing the gravity of the situation. You opened your mouth to scream but you were quickly silenced. A man appeared over you, his hand covering your mouth. His head was covered by a burlap mask, stitches were sewn into the mask and his two holes were cut for the man's eyes. "Sh sh shhh." The man brought his face closer to yours. You screamed into his hand and trashed violently, trying to break free from your restraints. The masked man tightened his hand over your mouth, squeezing your face. You cried out in pain at his strength and continued your escape attempt. The man sighed and grabbed something from the bedside table with his free hand. "It seems you won't cooperate, what a shame." He climbed on top of you with a rag in his hand. "I need both hands doll, you understand." He removed the hand that was over your mouth and quickly replaced it with the rag, you screamed and wildly shook your head. He was far too strong, lifting up your head and tying the rag tightly around you. A strong smell from the rag filled your nose and you attempted a scream again. It was useless, being gagged quieted you. Tears streamed down the side of your face and you cried out against the rag. A hand gently caressed your face, "Look at me." You obeyed and looked up at the man. Your eyes widened in horror and you started sobbing harder. His mask had spiders crawling out of it, falling onto you. You screamed and closed your eyes, shaking your head violently. The weight of the man suddenly disappeared. You opened your eyes to see that he had gotten off of you, he grabbed a notebook from the side table, writing something down quickly. He put the notebook down, turning his head towards you. He rushed back to the side of the bed, his blue eyes boring into you.

Those eyes..

"What did you see?" He yanked the rag from your mouth and replaced it with his index finger, "Shshsh." He lowered his voice, "Tell me what you saw."

"S-Spiders." You whimpered, your body shuddering with sobs.

He tilted his head, and shoved the rag back into your mouth. He grabbed the notebook again, jotting something else down.

You looked around the room and screamed out against the rag once more. A giant spider was in the corner, crawling its way towards you, its long legs moving slowly. You trashed violently, turning your head towards your captor. You lifted your head, attempting to plead with him. He made his way back to you, grabbing your chin. "If I take the rag out, will you behave?" You nodded your head quickly, looking up at him with wide eyes. He gently pulled the rag out of your mouth.

"Please please please," you babbled, "Please make it stop." You cried, craning your head towards the man. He brought his face closer to yours, stroking your cheek with his fingertips. He said something that you couldn't understand and you felt a sharp pain in your arm. Your body reacted immediately, your senses going numb and your eyelids getting heavy. You fought against it, trying to keep your sight on the masked man but you couldn't fight it, your vision going black.

#Jonathan Crane x Reader #Scarecrow x reader #dr crane #Cillian murphy x reader #batman

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ghoularaki · 27 days ago

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you ddon't have to do this at all but I wanted to ask for villain Deku hc/scenarios because I really love your fic "the lonely district"

i am so sorry this took forever and i'm so glad you liked it!!

tw: yandere! midoriya, stalking

first off, midoriya did not mean to go missing the day bakugou was attacked by the slime monster. it was pure coincidence. after being completely and utterly humiliated after being rejected by all might, he frankly lost all his will to live.

standing on the edge of a building just as bakugou told him to, he really contemplated ending it then and there. from a distance he watched to world move on without him. no one would miss him if he was go besides his mother and maybe you, but you had kacchan so you'll be okay.

just as he was about to end it all, a voice called out to him.

"you hate them too, huh?"

turning around he saw a boy a few years old than him, eyes and neck covered in scars. his scratchy voice beckoned him like a siren call. "you hate how the heroes and all their stupid worshippers never get their just desserts."

usually midoriya would refute. he loved heroes, he loved quirks, but for once in his life he voiced his deepest, darkest thoughts. "yeah i do."

then and there shigaraki made a deal with midoriya, join him and his cause and they can reap the benefits of the new society they create, devoid of heroes and were villains get their comeuppance. he introduced midoriya to afo and told him about his... situation. ever the benevolent man, afo offered midoriya a quirk as long as he stood by shigaraki.

midoriya rapidly agreed. he would honestly agree to anything to get a quirk—liking shigaraki was a bonus. so afo handed him a very simple quirk, a subtle one so midoriya could stay under the radar.

he was gifted heightened senses. his hearing was decibels beyond a human's capabilities. he could see farther and in the dark, he could smell something from miles away. he could almost taste the chemical makeup of anything he consumed. he was stronger and faster than ever before. and most importantly his intuition had developed so much he could predict anyone's movements. people became mere chess boards pieces, only able to move in certain spots.

as he gained his power and developed it until it was his own through painstaking trial and error, he sulked in the shadows never once leaving bakugou and most importantly, you.

he watched you closely as you slowly lost your mind from his disappearance. he watched outside your window the first couple of weeks as you did anything you could to find him. if only you knew he was right outside. you watched you blossom into the hero you are today.

his glowing eyes saw it all. how you forced yourself into the darkness over and over. shrouded in fear, vomit pouring from your lips as you tried to control your quirk. how you strived to become a hero so you could be strong enough one day to save people like him and bakugou.

it was admirable, but sickeningly naive. as the months passed, he grew to hate you too.

so when the league of villains first attacked, he relentlessly targeted you. the hope in your eyes quickly diminishing into confusion, he drank it up. you never once fought him, you ran away any chance you could. you refused to fight him. at first he took it as an insult. do you see him as weak? not good enough to give the time of day now. but he soon realized, no, you were the weak one.

as bakugou swooped in to save the day, he let him. he would get his revenge soon enough.

midoriya didn't really care when the league dissolved and he was left on his own. after a while he didn't care for afo's plans anymore. all he wanted was bakugo and you.

the years truly made him grow fonder. he didn't check on bakugou as much as he did you. midoriya knew to be weary of the man. he wasn't as rash as he was as children. his intuition could be compared to his and it set him on edge. bakugou was to perceptive for his own good.

but you, oh sweet you. you hadn't changed much. you still carried that naivety to you. despite all you had gone through, you still saw the best in everyone especially bakugou. for some reason you two never once left each other, like two binary stars, chaotically swirling around until the one would eventually consume the other.

in private, you two would be attached to the hip, but oddly any time you were put on missions together it was like dogs and cats fighting. for once, midoriya would see that feisty side you never showed him.

since he was on the run, dipping in and out of areas to avoid being sent to tartarus, he frequented your apartment. you were rarely home. so on difficult days when he knew you weren't home, he would crash on your mattress.

he knew you feared him. it wasn't hard to tell with how you actively avoided any area he was spotted in and actively dreaded having to check it out with bakugou. but it almost seemed you didn't want to find him, not out of fear for yourself, but for him.

though the glimpses he got of you and not being able to touch you started to get to him. he couldn't take it anymore. he longed for since you were children, and though the love had no longer been pure, he didn't care.

he would destroy you until you were his and he wouldn't mind taking bakugou along with you.

#yandere deku #yandere x reader #yandere midoriya #yandere bnha

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faegoddessog · 29 days ago

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31: Samhain

Well loves, we made it, Every damn day (except that first one, which I'll rectify when I consolidate) Thanks to @slowsweetlove for providing the Austin based jungle-gym for me to play on. And thanks to all ya'll for hanging out with me , and Austin and sometimes Callum for October.. Hawtober? Hmmm...

Those of you that like to read my mind smut, I'll be taking a digital break for a while. Y'know: touch some grass, do some knitting, bake some bread, paint, declutter, put up some preserves or something cool like that.

Enjoy the end of my own creative challenge for #DDofAB- October 2024

Here is my ongoing masterlist of this project. Keep and eye out for the story in full (or at least less parts) to be posted

My other works are here if you are interested!

Warnings: missing the man, finding the man

You haven’t seen hide nor hair of Austin since those two weeks in New York. He had pretty much moved out of his hotel and into your apartment for the duration of his stay. He took you to plays, made you dinners and made sure a day didn’t go by without showing you that you mattered to him. That and he made sure your pussy stayed wet. You’d not had so much sex in your entire life. It was amazing.

Then he was gone.

Before he left, you two had agreed that, for now at least, you would keep it a ‘no strings attached’ kinda relationship. You had a whole bunch of work in the coming months and he was filming. He had explained that when he is working, he sometimes can’t really do anything else and usually his phone is taken from him. He had texted you, off and on for a while, but it had been radio silence for some time. You knew he was filming in Hungary then here stateside somewhere. It was surreal and sometimes you felt like those two weeks were from someone else’s life. The lingering fear that it would be another ten years before you saw him again was kept only at bay by Callum.

Cal had been far more communicative. He even popped into New York a couple times. Honestly he was far better at maintaining a friendship than Austin.

“Yeah, it’s not like he doesn't care, he just gets caught up in creating character and the artist aspect of it all. Time kinda doesn't mean anything when he gets like that. If you can handle that, you’ll be ok,” Cal had told you once at dinner.

Funnily enough, neither of you were as driven to fuck without Austin there. You joked how he was the sexy lynchpin.

Did you fuck anyway? Yeah, of course you did. But it was way more of a ‘friends with benefits’ feel than it had been with Austin.

Today though you are in the most unlikely of places. You are in Ohio for your cousin’s wedding. It was also Halloween, or Samhain, as she called it.

“It’s pronounced sow-een,” she kept telling anyone near with ears. She had this love affair with Halloween, excuse me, Samhain, so her wedding was gothy and occult themed. It was the only time she felt she could get away with it. Still there were grumbles from the relatives. Skulls, ravens and ouija boards outfitted each table, complete with Tarot decks and black candles as wedding favors.

She had arranged a palm reader and fortune teller the way other people had DJ’s and photo booths. The venu was out in a barn on her friends’ farm. You had come out that afternoon to help set it all up. The wedding wasn’t until after dark, of course.

Her little sister, who was in her mid teens, had brought over a Ouija board and plonked down on the table where you were sitting and tasting the special "black widow" cocktail complete with black glitter and a red spherical ice cube. You thought it was a drink that tempted fate, and hoped it wasn't predictive of your cousins marriage to be.

"Play with me," she had asked, "it's not fun alone."

You agreed, what harm could it have really.

She asked things like:

Are there spirits in the barn? 'no'

Has anyone died in here? 'yes'

Am I crazy? 'no'

Have I met the person I'll marry?

The planchet wandered to ‘no’ for her and practically zipped to ‘yes’ for you.

“Oooo, who is it! You have to spill, I’m dying to know!” she said wagging her eyebrows. She idolized you, living in the big city and making your own way in the world. You had promised her a trip to New York for a graduation present. She was definitely one of those black sheep of your midwestern family. Destined for something far bigger than marrying a local boy and popping out kids.

“I don’t know, could be anyone,” you laughed, “I live in a city with eight million people.”

“Ok, ok! Let’s try this. Ouija Board, where is this man?” she asks.

O-U-T-S-I-D-E came the answer.

“That’s unhelpful,” she made a sour face, “unless he’s like a forest ranger or something. Know any forest rangers?”

“No,” You just laugh it off. Ouija Boards were supposed to be for talking to the dead. You are pretty sure that you aren't going to marry someone dead.

It was then that you heard the tell tale sounds of an old motorcycle in the driveway.

“Oh yeah, they said there was a movie being filmed about motorcycles and that they might be using the front drive to turn around in,” your little cousin says, walking towards the barn door. “Isn't that so neat, a movie, here!! I wonder if it has anyone famous in it. OMG that’d be lit!

“I dunno, I’ll ask” you hear a deep voice outside.

You turn just to see the silhouette of a tall man in the bright square of the barn door.

“Excuse me, is there a restroom I could use here?” the timbre of the voice is unmistakable if layered with a Chicago accent.

“Austin?” his name drops out of your mouth like a spell.

It’s bewitching, the way he strides into the barn, his heels thunking on the old wooden floor. The lights finally uncover his features, and Austin only has eyes for you.

“Is it you? Is it really you,” he says disbelievingly.

“Me? It’s fucking you!” you retort, or try to. He is on you in seconds, gathering you in his arms.

He smells like cold air, motor oil and cigarettes. He kisses you, tasting faintly like whiskey. The world falls away and it’s only you two.

“I’ve been missing you,” he says, placing his forehead on yours.

“Me too, so much,” you breathe back, hardly believing this is real.

You stay there for the span of two breaths, until your little cousin squeals, “Oh my god it was right, he WAS OUTSIDE!”

The End

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littlelalu · 2 months ago

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Study date | Milo Manheim

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It was a typical Wednesday afternoon, and the noise coming from coffee machines and the conversation from others filled the cozy atmosphere of Panera. I saw at my usual corner table with my laptop, textbooks for 1 of my classes, my iced coffee, and a bagel.

This is the perfect place to study near NYU. A lot of students come here to study, but it’s never too loud, and there is always enough space for everyone. Midterms are coming up, so everyone is stressed out. As much as I am trying to focus on studying, I can’t. I am worried I will fail my midterms and possibly fail the year. I am an overthinker, so that doesn’t help.

“Studying hard?” asked a soothing and warm voice.

I glanced up and saw a tall, handsome guy with slightly messy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He had a coffee in his hand. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it just yet.

“Yeah, I have some midterms coming up and have been studying for a week now,” I responded to him and smiled.

“You go to NYU?” he asked curiously.

As much as I wanted to lie about where I go to school because of the fear of getting “kidnapped,” he seemed honest.

“Yeah, I do. Do you?” I asked. I may have seen him around campus when I was not rushing between classes.

“Yes. Well, no, but I used to. I just graduated in May of 2023. Mind if I sit with you?”

“Not at all. Sorry for my mess.” I said as I cleared the table a bit, shoving some paper to the side.

“You’re fine.” he sat down across from me. “I’m Milo.” he stuck his right hand out towards the middle of the table.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” I responded and shook his hand. His hands felt so soft and warm. “So, Milo, what did you major in?”

“I majored in Drama. I love acting and wanted to perfect my art. I wanted to be closer to my momma, so I moved here to New York and figured I should go to NYU.” He said with a cute smile.

“That’s great. I’m sorry, but I feel like I have seen you before. Have we met?”

“No, but I wish we had.” He slightly laughed “I think you may have seen me on TV. I was in Dancing with the Stars when I was 17, and then I starred in a Disney Movie called Zombies. I did a few episodes for some other shoes.”

“Oh my! Yes, I remember now. My niece is obsessed with Zombies. She has been for a couple of months now. I have not watched any of the movies, but I remember snippets of songs and videos she would show me when I visited her,” I said with a slight giggle.

“Oh really? Whatcha think about me then?” He asked in a silly way and winked at me.

I felt some heat on my cheek. Am I blushing?

“In my honest opinion, you seemed funny, and your singing is good. Although, like I said, I did not watch your movies fully.” I said honestly.

He smiled at me. “Well, what about you get to know me a little more? I can even sing to you, and you can tell me how I do.” He laughed.

“I would love to, but I have midterms coming up. I will be busy for the next week and a half,” I said. I saw his face a bit disappointed.

He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. “How about you text me when you are free?”

I grabbed his phone, typed in my number, and returned it to him. “Sounds like a plan.”

He got up and adjusted his hoodie. I was admiring his tall figure. He is cute. He even fixed his hair before putting on his baseball hat.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. Can’t wait to see you after your midterms.” He stuck his hand out again.

We shook hands. “Nice meeting you too, Milo.”

He began heading out. I saw him take his phone out towards the front. That’s when I heard my phone ring. I grabbed it, and it was from an unknown number.

‘Hey, Y/N. It’s Milo. I enjoyed talking with you tonight. Sorry for interrupting your studying. Good luck with your midterm exams. Your grand prize is waiting ;) ‘

I giggled before responding.

‘Haha. Thank you. Can’t wait!’

I ended up packing up my stuff before heading to my apartment. Milo and I texted each other on the way home and for the remainder of the night. We started to text every day after that. Slowly falling for him each day.

Best. Distraction. Ever.

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Note: Hellooo! I hope everyone is having a great day. Let me know what you think or if you have any ideas for me to write about.

#milo manheim fan fiction #milo manheim #disney zombies #school spirits #zed necrodopolis #wally clark #ben plunkett #prom pact #nico alexander #doogie kamealoha m.d.#ryan baker #thanksgiving #journey to bethlehem #joseph #dancing with the stars

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asterjennifer · 1 year ago

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Gifted Crystal

Stolas meets Blitz at the office to give him the Asmodean Crystal.

Pt. 2 (Pt.1)

Once he took a deep breath of the rather stagnant air inside the building, he placed his hand against the entrance.

The Prince watched the contrast of his black hand against the grey door of the IMP company. Somehow he never noticed just how big it was in comparison to the surroundings of IMP City. And although he's so much taller, he felt oh-so small today....

Red eyes roaming over the logo Blitzo must've drawn himself, he couldn't help but give a tiny smile. The thought of him sitting at the desk with pen in his hand, trying to find the perfect logo for his business, was a warming imagination. He knew that Blitzo liked to draw sometimes, he'd seen some of his works as pictures on his phone when gazing over. He wasn't particularly talented, but the drawings had almost as much beauty as the Imp himself.

After he shook his head free from the dreams circling — which, honestly, just wanted to delay the moment, he instead took the rest courage and pushed the door open.

Inside, the both Imps working for him seemed to train their aiming skills. There's also his adopted daughter, Stolas needed a brief second to remember her name. Loona was it. She held up a printed picture of a couple disguised men. It looked like they just robbed a bank of some sort by the masks on their faces. Everything was red in these walls today.

Soon eyes darted over at him — immediately making his entire body uncomfortable in the formal clothes. Especially the cape turned unbearable within seconds. Unsure steps brought him into the room, meeting the eyes of the female Imp.

“Is Blitz in his office?” He asked, silently clearing his throat.

The woman exchanged a quick look with her partner before nodding, pointing her finger towards the end of the room at the door. “Yeah, he's in his office.”

He thanked her and passed them with even quieter steps. Now the whole place felt as if the air was thicker than fire. But Stolas forced himself to ignore everything other than his mission, the one thing he's been repeating over and over inside his head since last night.

Due to Blitz being naturally unpredictable, Stolas had a difficult time figuring out which scenario or reaction he should prepare for. Would he grab the Crystal and shove him right out of the door? Would he first try denying the gift in fears it's somehow a scheme on his part? What if he thought it's just to get rid of him forever? Then again, that seemed like something only the Prince worried about.

He knocked politely, then he heard the voice that managed to make his heart beat out of his chest. “What you want??”

“I swear, Moxxie, if you fucked up and ruined my new chairs I will f—” Blitz sat on his desk.

Yet the strong voice died inside his throat when looking up into the face he's been avoiding like the plague. Stolas scanned nothing much in his face other than brief shock, surprise and then slight discomfort in the way the corner of his mouth pulled up. That's a common expression of him, or maybe it's just the common face he wore when he's around him. The thought caused Stolas to squeeze the box tighter between his hands.

These yellow eyes he adored searched the room instinctively, perhaps to find an escape of some sort? An excuse to tell the Prince he's busy once again? He preferred that argument of having no time available. It had increased over the months as well, that he's so busy he couldn't text much, leave alone meet up for one reason or another. Stolas did his best swallowing the lump that blocked his throat. Doing his best keeping his own face straight.

“Hello Blitz,” He said formally. “I hope I don't disturb you as much, but there's something...”

“Ahh, Stolas, you— uh, you have a real bad timing coming in this early. I need the book around evening a last time before holiday, also why you show up in person-”

Blitz basically jumped off his chair, already rambling with that uncertainty underneath the usual confident tone. Stolas' eyes narrowed because of it — it only happened when he's talking to him, he hasn't heard him talk that way to his employees or daughter before. Another indicator of discomfort that he had been ignoring for his own selfish reasons? Surely that's the case. Just how much did he push Blitz into a corner without ever coming to realize? So embarrassing. So shameful.

Stolas lifted his hand, waving it fast and awkwardly. “No, no it's none of that... Well, it's also about the book. But primarily it's...”

Say it, he thought in a hectic manner. Feeling the pulse start to pump through his veins. It's worse inside his chest. He's been having stings for a good while now, but this one was uncommon. The fact he's seeing Blitz's concerned face, showing a bit of the enormous amount of worry over what he'd might planned doing to him, he felt like some kind of monster. Was it justified?

Either way, he reached up to pull his hat closer to his face. Holding out the box. “Here, this will be of advantage for your business.”

Blitz's eyebrows frowned together. Not trusting this in the slightest, he slowly but surely moved backwards. Suddenly a horrible premonition filled his bones with a cold shudder.

“I swear if this is is a sex toy I'll beat your feathered ass.”

“It's none of that, I promise! It's— This is an Asmodean Crystal.” He quickly declined the bad idea Blitz had.

A thick silence filled the air, none of the two moved for a good moment. But Blitz fell back against the desk, pressing a hand over his eyes when laughing out loud.

“Hah! You got me,” He casually pointed his finger at the Prince. “I almost believed your bullshit just now. Just tell me what you want already instead of fussing around my workplace.”

Unsure how to convince him otherwise, Stolas opened the box himself and pulled out the Crystal to hold it up. Blitz's face dropped out of the blue into something that he couldn't quite identify, he had such a rigid face. Again, he said it's for him to use. That it's for his business.

On the other side, Blitz couldn't tell if his mind exploded with everything at once or nothing at all, leaving it completely empty seeing that Crystal being held inside the hand of the Prince. Who, now a little more nervous, made the box fly with magic in order to pull out the ID card holding Blitz's name.

“You can use it from hell,” He spoke surprisingly calm. “Like the book, it allows you access in both directions when being in a different world. However, it also can assist you with a human disguise. But only you since it's your Crystal. I've had no room asking for two more. But I'm certain your employees will be fine dressing up.”

While he explained, he let the item and card fly over to Blitz. Simultaneously placing the box onto the office table. Stolas couldn't ignore the deep heartburn after finally letting go the control he owned over the person he truly came to love. That pain felt undescribable, no feeling came close to the one scratching from his head to toe. His shoulders tensed up as he looked into the corner. Somehow he knew if he kept seeing Blitz's eyes, he might start tearing up.

“Therefore you will not be in need of my book anymore.” He pressed the tips of his fingers against his chest. “Our arrangement is officially over now. I'd like the book back, of course.”

His hands formed into fists unconsciously. Blitz's brows frowned so deep it must've been painful. On the other side of the room, he couldn't start to even comprehend what just happened. But there's a familiar tightness raising into his throat, burning like he's about to throw up acid on the floor. Was this…?

A flash of his sister appeared in front of his eyes. “I never wanna see you! Ever!” She screamed at him. “Next time you wanna find me Blitzo, don't!”

“A selfish Imp in the sheets and just as bad in the streets,” Veronica echoed with enough venom to poison his brain. “A selfish heartbreaking freak..!”

“You're going to die alone, Blitzo.”

Hadn't he just repaired a fraction of his damage with Fizz? He's been communicating with him and although the timing could've been a better one, it helped so much letting go of past misunderstandings and undeserved hatred. Hadn't he just made up and felt a hint of relief, dear saying it, happiness within his soul? What backlash hit his chest just now that he worried for a moment he'd black out.

The Crystal inside his hand shook and even if he would've liked to make it stop, he wasn't sure where that tremor even came from. However, there's a push in the back of his head that made him roll his eyes depsite the lack of control over his body.

“You could've given that the whole time, could you??” He said, going louder with each word.

Stolas' eyes widened. “I- I needed to ask permission from Asmodeus for it.”

A flame caught fire in the every inch of the Imp, clawing at the Crystal while the anger piled up until it bubbles up the surface. His sharp teeth gritted against each other before lashing out.

“You could've just given me this stupid fucking Crystal and none of the bullshit that happened would've happened!” His hands shot forward.

His shoulders now rose up high. “Is that how you fuck with people!? And now what — You're just gonna go get a new toy?”

Confused by the reaction, Stolas shook his head. Blitz slammed the Crystal to the wooden surface before storming to his safe where the book was being stored. The Prince couldn't find words at all since Blitz kept complaining loudly. Reminding him of Stella — just for a short, brief millisecond. It scared him. Blitz threw the thick metal door open against the wall behind.

“Well good luck finding another fucking Idiot, because I don't even know who would be so damn stupid agreeing to your bullshit.” So close to trip over his own feet, he pressed the book to Stolas' chest.

Baring his teeth with a shadow over his face, he gave him the same look he'd given to Verosika the day she'd caught him at the horse riding lessons. The day they fought in public and officially broke up afterwards. Not that the situation was the same, however, it felt suspiciously similar to that past event that still occasionally came visiting him in his dreams.

The fear roaming through the Prince got replaced by disappointment when watching how Blitz did the one thing he'd been terrified of receiving. That resentment forced out all over the place by the hand of himself, yet he couldn't turn back time to try it differently. As much as he wanted. This was reality and he might be a Goetia, but he was no time travelling God.

That accusation hurt the most when thinking about it, the fact Blitz really believed he's just simply going to move along getting an new Imp, or plaything, showed the nonexistent trust Blitz actually held for him this whole time. Texts of apology, attempts of making up by doing normal things like watching a series, skipping Full Moons, there's no thing in all of Hell that would have helped overpowering his status. That one problem blocking the pathway for something serious between them.

Stolas placed the book underneath his coat, failing at the eye contact and instead fumbling with his hands, keeping his focus there. “I do not plan that. We can... still meet if you like.”

“Just get out of my fucking office already, I have no nerves for this right now. I'm at work still, damn it!”

Figuring that this was the maximum he's able to offer or do, Stolas nodded. “Very well. Until we meet again, Blitz.” With that, he left the building.

Never once turning around or gifting the other people a look, he couldn't bear the thought of being seen this broken down. He knew exactly what his face said to the outside world and he wanted to ensure that it would seek as little attention as possible.

The door to his office room closed softly, so very calm and slowly that it was an eternity to Blitz. He waited, continuing to lean against the desk as his legs shook too hard. Eavesdropping his employees go dead silent, going back to their doings a few seconds afterwards. He heard Loona sigh and Moxxie reload the weapon again. He heard cars outside the building drive by, he could perceive every single sound around him.

His face turned to the side. Finding that Crystal lay there obediently, waiting for him to use it instead of the book that's now gone. Gone. Where did the sounds go? He wasn't able to hear a single thing right after. As if deaf from birth, as if someone tore his eardrums. The burning taste on his tongue now reached his consciousness to announce the panic attack he's having.

Blitz caught his body just before falling down to the ground, breathing heavily albeit without a sound coming out. His eyes ran over the floor, back forth, back forth and again. What just happened? What did he just do? What did that damned Owl just do to him?

His fingers twitched when reaching up his cheeks, they're completely wet and he didn't realize until that moment. Of course he knew what just happened and the exact implication of that gift.

Stolas could've given him that Crystal from the very beginning. But he didn't because he liked having Blitz as his little Imp. Fucking royal asshole had been playing pretend the whole time, he must have been. Why else would he give him the Crystal now? But then a conclusion hit Blitz and his uneven breathing stopped altogether. The last time he'd been in contact with Stolas was... the day he got hospitalized.

Both his hands landed on the desk, weak like never before. And while he tried to not throw up — he noticed that this was their last interaction before needing rest to recover. He almost died and Blitz knew he was invited for a visit, Stolas outright asked him to come. But like normally, he declined and assumed he can just brush it over. Stolas wasn't invincible as he first assumed and settled down with though. Did he finally cross that line? Breaking that patience fassade which he couldn't escape from?

His body slacked down at the table with his hand coming up to cover his eyes. Why was he crying again? It's been an arrangement since day one and that never changed throughout their history together, Blitz had confirmed it firmly after the incident at Ozzie's. It's business, that's all. So why was he that shook up over something he clearly shouldn't care about? It's not like wanted to, it's not like he was too dumb to understand. It's more about refusing acknowledgement than living in delusions.

But that's what broken people do, right? He asked himself bitterly. His wet face lifted up slightly, only enough to look at the office door. “Fuck…”

Fuck that good feeling. This feeling of recovery was beaten into the ground with a single gesture. Fizz was his childhood friend, he could repair this as it's been a big misunderstanding. But this? Stolas? The noble Goetia Prince? Yeah, sure, like he's going to remember Blitz's name in a few weeks. He's done and therefore they were done without discussion. That's how this worked, after all. Royals aren't approachable. Blitz knew that from the start and should've stick with it. Goddamn it.

Exhausted due to these heavy tears, Blitz used the remaining strength in his system to go behind the desk. He opened the drawer in rapid motion, the gift that's already wrapped bouncing against it. The wrapping paper wasn't good, the edges stood up and the cuts weren't clean. It looked ugly and worthless. Blitz hissed through his teeth then.

He picked it up and immediately threw it into the trashcan beside his desk before leaving through the backdoor for a break.

The card saying “Merry Christmas. From Blitz to Stolas.” hung down in the dark of the empty office now. Remaining there considering he wouldn't need it tonight. After all, he was not going anywhere.

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forevergazingatstars · 1 month ago

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Today I did something I thought I would never do

I beat The Last of Us Part 2 on grounded mode.

I started playing this game in 2022, about 5 months after I had beaten the first game. Both of these games have always been very close to my heart even before I had the chance to play them.

While I know part 2 is not nearly as beloved in the community as part 1 and, in my honest opinion, I definitely prefer the story of part 1 to part 2. However, ever since I beat part 2 for the first time, I've found myself drawn to it time and time again. I've played through this game on at least 5 separate occasions and spent over 100 hours in it. To put it bluntly, this game feels so good to play.

Maybe going agaist the intentions of the game makers, but shooting people has never felt as good as it feels here. People usually say they hate shooting on controller, but Naughty Dog did a phenomenal job at making the gun play actually feel responsive and good. Like as much as the story makes me want to rip my hair out, there's nothing quite as satisfying as getting to blow peoples heads off afterwards.

Now to get to the point, you might be asking "why'd you say you thought you'd never beat grounded?" to put it in simple terms, I am a level A coward :D just the idea of having to go through this 20 hour game without listening mode terrified me. I do not like dying nor getting spooked by an enemy popping out of nowhere. Also I was convinced that if I ever did make it all the way to the rat king that that would be it and I would be stuck there forever.

Well, what ended up happening was that in April of this year I beat the game on permadeath, which meant I had every single other achievement in the game and I thought "FUCK IT I'M GIVING GROUNDED A TRY" and then I failed miserably.... I ended up not even making it to Abby's section, I got stuck in the mall fight on Ellie day 3 and I just got so incredibly frustrated that I quit.

However, then a couple months passed, and I did have one trick up my sleeve. My first attempt of grounded had been on the normal version, not grounded+. I had wanted to not beat the game on grounded+ just to prove to myself that I could do it without the extra help, but sometimes you have to admit that you need help so again I tried with all my great guns and upgrades.

I will say, my thing about being afraid of not having listening mode proved to not be that much of an issue. The main emotion I felt while playing was not fear, but pure frustration and rage. God this game is so ANNOYING. Like you'd think the gap between survivor and grounded wouldn't be that bad, but it felt like night and day. I kept getting stuck and dying and my main strategy just ended up being to run for my life :D I know grounded isnt even near the hardest gaming challenges and maybe it was just a skill issue but man did I spend hours in some fights not making any progress at all.

Now you might be thinking, what about the rat king? I am happy to say that I BEAT THAT FUCKER FIRST TRY. I wish so badly that I had gotten it on video, because I have never been that locked in during my entire life. It felt like I had become Abby in that moment and I was channeling all my rage into killing that thing. Actually, I struggled wayyyyy more with Ellies bloater fight than the rat king, which was very surprising considering it's the other way around usually.

When I had beaten Abby in the final fight and I was watching the last few cutscenes, I got a bit emotional and teary eyed, which honestly surprised me a lot considering how many times I've played this game. Even during my first playthrough I only cried during the beginning when Ellie was going through Joels home. Maybe I was just happy the suffering would finally be over? I mean I do relate to Ellie on the level that I've also lost my father. Maybe my emotions were heightened because of the struggle and the 6 month journey it took me to get here.

To end this extremely long post I'd just like to say that if you ever think you can't do something, just try it anyway. Even if you end up failing, it's important to challenge yourself and besides, you can always try again. I know beating a video game isnt the coolest thing in the world but I am so proud of myself for not giving up.

#my thoughts #long ass post #sorry :D #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #gaming #achievement

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writingforfishes · 6 months ago

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Otto and Atticus Part 8: Roleplay

I had a plan to write another story, but this one occurred to me and I couldn't pass it up.

It's been a while since I posted a story so I'm excited to get back into it. (In fact, it's been over a month!)

It took me a few days to finish this, but I'm happy I did.

Very very fast hiccups (not all the way through).

They do pleasure each other near the end. Closest thing I've ever written to a sex scene, honestly.

Several mentions of arousal and physical reactions to arousal.

Arousal in public (but arousal that others around them do not notice).

Mentions of genitalia or implications of genitalia.

Mentions or implications of fingering.

Mentions or implications of a hand job.

Trans masc character and descriptions there-of

Adorable banter, sickeningly adorable banter. I hate them both really.

I've tried something new, here. I've separated the fic into four parts. "The Plan", "The Action" (which still has some arousal mentions), "The NSFW Action" (which you want to avoid for all the CW stuff I mentioned, if you're not into it), and "The Afterglow" (which should be safe from arousal and actions from arousal).

I wondered if this would help anyone navigate the story better if they could avoid something they didn't want or go to something they did want. Even though I ultimately write these stories for myself I'd like to make them easier to navigate for people who might be interested in some of the content but not all.

Without any further ado:

THE PLAN

“Are you sure?” Atticus asked in surprise to his quick agreement.

“Yeah! I think it sounds fun! I’ve never done anything like that before,” Otto said casually sipping his coffee in response to his partner’s agog expression. “It’s kinda like acting, right? I dabbled in highschool and college. But, like, with a very arousing component. And we’ll be in a bookstore which is, honestly, very sexy.”

Atticus was silent for a bit, face turning incredulous.

“I...can’t tell if you’re serious or not,” they said narrowing their eyes behind their dark-rimmed glasses.

Otto gave a chuckle, “I am! It’s kind of exciting. Hiccups are innocuous. No one is going to know anything is going on. It’s sort of like we’ll be carrying on this secret sexy improv and no one is going to suspect a thing. And we have to keep our arousal undercover, right? So it becomes this menagerie of subterfuge. One, we’re pretending we don’t know each other and two, we’re concealing our arousal from everyone there. I mean, that’s kind of hot. And there’ll be books. I am a big fan of books. I stan books.” He paused. “Did I use that right?”

“I’m...honestly not sure. But probably not,” Atty said. They found themselves getting pretty giddy at his excitement.

“I mean, obviously I can’t control when I get them. But…when I do…I say let’s go for it!” Otto said.

“Okay. Let’s discuss boundaries then…” Atticus said, having had been thinking about this for quite some time before shyly bringing the idea up.

The couple discussed a safe word that would indicate that they were uncomfortable in a bad way or that their arousal was at a point they felt they needed to leave the public area for fear of indecency.

This was not a bar they were talking about and, while children were pretty easy to avoid at the bookstore they planned to enact Atticus’ fantasy in, there was no need to test the limits of their bodies at hiding obvious signs of arousal, Otto specifically.

Atticus discussed what they’d like to see and wanted to make sure Otto didn’t feel pressured in doing anything he was uncomfortable with. Otto having hiccups in public, they learned, was something he’d expressed discomfort about.

Otto reassured his spouse that because of the setting he was more than happy to interact with others knowing that Atticus was getting some satisfaction from it. It was more of an annoyance than a discomfort, he’d explained. But he was excited to be watched by his partner. And he couldn’t pinpoint why.

After this intense conversation (that honestly got them both a little flustered) they went on with their normal lives until two weeks later when at around noon Otto appeared from his corner workshop in front of Atticus while they were doing some research on a novel they’d been working on for the past month.

Atticus looked up at the tall man immediately noticing a quick spasm in his midsection.

“Do you mk!-wanna g-go to the bookstore? Hup!” he asked, eyes wild and grinning widely.

THE ACTION

The bookstore was pretty abandoned chronically. It was a sign of the times, the writer thought sadly as they wandered the aisles. Then again, it was also in the middle of the week. There were no events on the calendar, no readings or new book releases. Summer had ended so no kids were roaming the small square of toys and books in the back of the store. It wasn’t quite fall, though, so no one was in the market for early Christmas gifts.

They were thankful for the quiet as they slowly made their way through the rows of poetry books. They weren’t even that interested in looking at specific collection. They were just biding their time, really. They were following a muffled, irregularly paced sound. It was like someone gulping sharply. Sometimes it was rhythmic but sometimes the sharp gulps game one after the other. A grunt or a sigh would follow those instances.

As they turned the corner they spied the source of the sounds and lingered to watch.

The man was tall. They could tell his height because there was an employee that had come beside him to shelve a cart of books and he was a good head taller than her even though his posture made him seem more diminutive.

He had his back to them at the next aisle over and so they tried to be inconspicuous when they picked up a book of poems to thumb through, glancing over every once and a while at the way those gulping noises the man was trying so hard to suppress tensed his neck. He wasn’t wearing a particularly tight button up shirt, but they would still tell from the light cotton fabric’s movement that the sides of his body expanded at each spasm.

“Sir, I’m so sorry. I need to shelf this right in front of you,” the employee said softly.

“Oh! Hmp! Sure. Sorry a-hmk!-about that! Mk!” he said, flustered from his reverie as he’d been intensely reading the inside flap of the book he’d pulled from the shelf.

He stepped aside and the onlooker shifted so that they were less obvious. From his profile they could see more movement from the sounds his body made. He put his hand on his chest as if to try to contain the movements, but to no avail except to emphasize them as his head snapped back in another cluster of diaphragmic activity. “You okay?” the employee said. She’d caught on to the sounds and movements but hadn’t realized what they were, yet.

“Hm?” he said, gulping down a couple more spasms.

The employee was looking directly at him now and the onlooker could see her eyes alight in recognition.

“Oh hiccups,” she said casually, as if the word didn’t cause an immediate intense emotional reaction. Perhaps when normal people said it, it didn’t, thought the onlooker.

The man chuckled, squelching another hiccup in the sound.

“Yeah I’ve hmp!-been trying to k-keep them quiet huck! Geeze, excuse m-hmk!-me,” he said, putting a fist over his mouth.

The sudden loudness of the hiccup made the onlooker jump a little but in the employee it only caused a soft smile. The writer felt a sudden rush of jealousy for the bookshop worker before scoffing and shaking their head.

“If it helps,” the employee said, “there’s probably not that many people here that you’d annoy. It’s pretty slow today. But if you need some water the cafe is open.”

His hand was back to his chest as she spoke. His other arm wrapped against his waist holding the book he was reading in the tips of his fingers. As he continued to hiccup the book bounced in his hand with the jostling of his stomach against his arm. When the onlooker saw what book he had chosen they rolled their eyes. Of course it was that book of poems. Pandering to the audience, but they’d let it pass for now.

“Oh man hup’k!-thanks. I himpk!-uh might take you hmk!-up on that!” he said, body jolting with another hiccup. His face strained to keep some of those hiccups in. It was driving his onlooker insane.

There was a plush chair beside the cafe area. At first they thought the tall man and his messy curls and trimmed beard was going to walk into the cafe itself to retrieve the suggested water. Instead he settled into the plush chair with the book he’d selected to browse. The chair was dark blue and faced in a way that it was possible to sit at a table at the edge cafe area and watch without being too obvious. The writer took their chance.

They ordered something warm and caffeinated, though they hardly needed the energy, and sat themselves where they thought they might not be seen or noticed right away as the man settled into the chair. His long-limbed body was fully visible as the chair had low arms and straight short back. The man’s torso, clad in that loose cotton shirt on this hot day, was more than accessible to sight as the onlooker sipped casually on the warm beverage and brought their phone out to feign interest in it as their eyes glanced to watch.

He really was trying to keep his hiccups quiet, if he were honest. There weren’t many patrons, but there were a few. He didn’t want to disrupt the silent energy that permeated the store, soft jazz music feeding through the sound system. The more he kept them in, though, the more he felt his body react. And, for the sake of comfort, he had to let some of them out a little.

“Hmk!hmk!hmk!mk!hup’k!” he felt thrum through his system and jerking his body around in a long cluster that signaled this case of hiccups’ determination to be heard. He puffed out air from his mouth, putting a hand over his diaphragm momentarily, before immediately jerking back in another less forceful hiccup.

He flipped a page of the book of poems casually, familiar with the works enough to know what he was looking for. It was one of his favorite authors, after all.

Normally a case this bad would cause him to cut his visit to a store short, but the draw to stay was too strong. He felt a ball of excitement in his chest that probably led to the hiccups being more forceful than they probably would’ve usually been if this were an actual casual outing and not what it was. Still, he was determined to stay in character even as he sensed a gaze on him that he normally wouldn’t have even noticed had it genuinely been a stranger.

“Huck!-mm. Hlmk!-mm. HUP’K! Jeez! Hmpk!” The last hiccup came sharply through his nose and hit the back of his throat like a slap. He felt his neck tense and his shoulder hit deeper into the chair. He went back to covering his mouth with his fist, as if that would help soften the sound like the mute for a trumpet.

The onlooker watched the scene with excitement. They watched as he tried to keep focus on the pages but his eyes blinked with each hiccup. His head jolted every time it came to rest at reading. The fluster that developed when his hiccups couldn’t be contained caused them to squirm in their seat.

“Hup’k!…hup’k!...hulp!-mm! Mmk!...mk!...mmmk! Oh, man. Mk!” Despite the internal fight the man worked hard to focus on the book. He let out a sudden laugh when he found the specific poem he was looking for and, “HUCK’M!”

The sharp hiccup cut through most of the store. The few patrons that were dutifully ignoring the stranger’s hiccup fit looked casually toward the sound. There was a small giggle from another aisle. He slapped his hand over his mouth in mortification. He looked around sheepishly, apologetically, and caught the face of a patron near him at the cafe.

They were short, curly hair flopped over their forehead accentuated by an undercut. Their hair was dark brown and highlighted in stripes of silver-grey and they wore dark framed glasses. They looked at him like deer caught in the headlights. The book on the table in front of them, which was being ignored for the phone, was a title he was more than familiar with.

“I’m s-so sorry,” he apologized to them. His head tucked with another hiccup, silent.

“No-no. It’s okay,” the onlooker said, flustered that they were noticed. “Um, sounds like you’ve got them pretty bad…”

The man looked a little tired as he nodded.

“Yeah. I d-don’t get them hup!-too often bu-hmk!-but when I do-uck!-uh, they’re pretty st-uck!-stubborn. Hmp! Even if I c-can get rid of them hmpk!-they-hmk!-they-hmk!-ke-mk!-keep com-coming mk!-back. Scuse me!” he said, putting his fist over his mouth again and rode out a few more of the cluster of hiccups before patting his chest.

“Sounds frustrating,” they said. Did that sound casual? They hoped so. They pressed their legs together and took a measured breath. If the man noticed he didn’t mention it.

“It’s m-more that hup!-I don’t want to b-up!-bother anyone. I act-actually don’t mind hmp!-mind them. Ugh, but m-maybe I sh-hup!-should get that wa-uck!-water. Do you c-care if I s-hip!-sit with you? That’s kind of my f-hump!-favorite book,” he said sheepishly. He indicated to the tome that was Moby Dick sat next to them on the table.

They were almost too distracted by how his head got thrown back each time he hiccuped to answer at first. But they blinked with he indicated the book.

“Actually...this book was here when I sat down…” they said. It wasn’t a lie, actually. The coincidence was so stunning it almost convinced them that there might actually be a god.

His face fell. “Oh...hu-up!” He snapped his mouth shut.

“But...I wouldn’t mind the company,” they amended quickly.

“Even with th-the hiccups? Huck’m!” he said, and patted his chest again.

“I dunno. I think they’re kind of cute,” they replied, understating the hell out of the assessment.

He chuckled, “I’ll-huck!-I’ll be right back mk!”

They watched him go up to the café bar, book of poems still in hand. It wasn’t hard to overhear the conversation.

“Hey c-can I hmp!-get a cup of hmp!-cup of water? And mk!mk!mk!-excuse me. Can I p-pay for this here? HUP! Ugh. Sorry. Can’t s-seem to hmpk!-to shake these today. Hilp!” he said.

“No problem, man. I can get that book for you, too,” the young man said with a look of bemusement. “I get crazy hiccups, too. And if I get them once, I know I’m gonna get them at least 3 more times that day. Nothing works. Everyone tries to offer cures and I’m like...I just gotta let them do their thing, y’know?”

“That’s pre-herp!-pretty much how mk!-how mine are. Hup’k! Thanks,” he said taking the iced water and running his card to pay for the book.

“Good luck,” the barista said and then added softly, “I’m pretty sure that...person you talked to has had an eye on you since coming in, btw. Just a head’s up. If you’re interested.”

“I’ll k-hmpk!-keep that in mind hup!…” the taller man said with a smirk.

“I people watch when it’s slow,” the younger man explained. “There’s an old guy who I think is pocketing our novelty erasers from the impulse racks. I think he has, like, 20 of them in his pockets.”

“Like a b-himp!-barista C-Columbo. Mk!mk!” he replied, face straining a little as his head jerked back.

“...who?” the barista replied after a beat.

“Never huck!huck!-uh. Nevermind,” he said, rubbing his chest with the palm of his hand as the deepness of those hiccups.

Turning away from the reminder of his mortality, he took the newly bought book of poems and his water to the fascinating human he’d just met who’d apparently been following him throughout the store.

The writer watched the man return from their side. Most of the conversation they’d heard. The cultural reference missed was particularly amusing. But there was a section that was whispered that was driving them mad for having missed.

“You sh-hmp!-sure y-hmk!-you’re okay with me mk!-interrupting your hip!-your solace with m-huck’m!-my noisy diaphragm?” he asked. He noticed a couple of other people in the café area now and felt a little heat on his neck as he saw them turn his way when he hiccuped. Most seemed unconcerned, but the attention was a little uncomfortable.

“Yes,” they said with a laugh and grin pushing up their mustache.

The fine wrinkles around their eyes crinkled behind the lenses of their glasses. There was a youth even with the markers of age in the brightness of their brown irises. The squinting of their eyelids from the rise of their cheeks held a soft femininity even while their facial hair, stubble, and timbre of their voice expressed masculinity. There was an attractiveness in this person that the man couldn’t quite quantify but found utterly alluring.

“I think,” they continued, “we can let your diaphragm express its opinions if it needs.”

“It,” he paused as a silent hiccup rocked his body, “has a lot of opinions” another hard silent hiccup interrupted and his hand soothed his chest lower down toward the point of impact at his diaphragm, “trust me,” he finally finished.

The writer squirmed.

“I can tell!” they said, taking another sip of warm beverage.

“I’m Lou,” the man said, “by the hmp!-by the way.”

“Ryder,” they said. “What do you do, Lou?”

They winced at the unintentional rhyming scheme but could tell it amused Lou as he dipped his head with a grin.

In the U.S. people were often introduced by their occupation. Ryder had heard that other countries found this odd. Welcome to capitalism?

“I f-hmpk!-fix clocks. You? Humpk!-uh,” he said, swallowing after the airiness of that hiccup and softly releasing the air it trapped from his throat in a small belch that set off another cluster that he sat through as Ryder replied. He tried very desperately to ignore the way they kept shifting in their chair. The café chairs weren’t exactly comfortable, anyway. That could certainly be a reason for their squirming.

“I-um-I write. I’m an author,” Ryder replied, not at all flustered at all.

“You wr-hnk!-write and you haven’t re-read Moby Dick?!” Lou replied, incredulous.

“I swear, I didn’t even know it was on the table until you mentioned it!” they exclaimed.

“You didn’t notice hmp!-an over si-himp!-six hund—hundred page book next hup’k!-next to you?” he asked.

“I was distracted,” Ryder said with a shrug.

Lou closed the distance between them for a second, leaning over the table.

“So I-ump!-I hear,” he whispered.

And for a second Lou let his persona slip as his eyes playfully indicated the barista. And as recognition of what he meant dawned on Ryder, they let their persona slip, too, and their eyes widened comically. That twenty-something had been watching their clumsy efforts at stalking the man in front of them. They covered their eyes with their hand.

“Okay!” Lou said, suddenly back in the character of someone who had just met this intriguing person at a bookstore. “I hmp!-am going to re-read you the hmk!-first paragraph o—of this classic.”

Ryder watched his long fingers flip through the title page, chapter pages, to the first paragraph as his head snapped back with hiccups, excitement perhaps making them more enthusiastic.

“I’ve just met this strange man and he’s going to read to me? I feel like we’re skipping a couple of steps. I don’t know if I should move this fast...isn’t reading to someone, like, one of the later bases?” Ryder teased, happy to have gotten some sort of witticism in with how flustered they felt.

“This hmk!-isn’t anything m-hup!-more than two-mk!-two people sharing a t-HIMP!-table and a g-good book,” Lou insisted. He countered them with a mischievous look from under his prominent brow. “You r—ready to be hup!-wowed by hmngk!-uh one of the gr-hlp!-greatest first p-paragraphs to a novel to hmp!hmp!-ever hmp!-ever be written?”

“Enlighten me,” Ryder said, covering their mouth as he watched his neck suck in deeply with each of those hiccups. “If you can make it through…”

“Oh I w-will,” Lou assured his new companion stubbornly. He cleared his throat, hiccuping silently to the irritation, and began:

“Call hmp!-Call me Ishmael.Hmkngk!Some year-hup’k-Some years ago—hmk!hmk!never-hmk!-never mind how long pr-precisely—havi-huck!-having little or no mo-up!-money in my purse, hmpk!-and nothing particular to-hmk!-to interest me on shore, I—I thought I would sail about a little and-hulk!-see the watery part of the world,” Lou started and paused as he waited through a cluster of silent hiccups, little snorts rhythmically sucking into his nose.

Ryder watched Lou’s neck during his reading, close enough to his eyes to not draw attention. They knew the movements hiccups made and Lou’s were impressive. Instead of just the middle of where his clavicle met dipping in, the entire bottom part of his neck seemed to concave with each hiccup. They didn’t know if it was because he was suppressing them so much, if they were considerably deep hiccups, or if this was just the way his body reacted. Well...part of them knew that answer, but they were ignoring if to be in the moment as if this was an entirely new relationship and experience.

“Excuse me,” Lou said, interrupting the reading when his hiccups sped. He took a long breath and dove back in, ignoring the hiccups that interrupted that breath. He may have bitten off more than he could chew trying to make it through this paragraph, but with stubbornness he plowed on.

“It is-hup!-it is a way I h—have of drIVing off the sp-hup!-spleen and regu-regulating the circulation,” he continued. He sped up some words so that he could get more than a few words in before hiccuping. “Whenever I-ulp!-I find myself growing gri—im about the mouth;hmk!hmk!-whenever it is a damp,mpk!-drizzly November in my soul;hup’k!-whenever I find myself in-huck!-involuntarily pausing before coffin ware-hulp-warehouses, and bringing up the-hmp!hmp!-uh rear of every funeral I meet;mmk!-and-hmp!-and especially whenever my hypos get su—such an up—per hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle toHUP’K-ugh-prevent me from del-del-iberately steppi-hmp!-stepping into-into the street, a-hmk!-and meth-HIMP!-methodicALly knocking people's hats off-humpk!hmp!--then, I account it high t-time to get to s-mk!-sea as soOOn as I can.” Lou paused and shook his head.

“I d-don’t think I can hmk!-continue this,” he said, remorsefully. “I’m bu-hoop!-uh, butchering th-hip-these words.” His whole body jumped at a couple of silent hiccups that smacked him right in the diaphragm and he winced a little.

He’d had the hiccups for a good 15 minutes at this point and they’d only been getting stronger and deeper. While they weren’t painful, they were becoming way more intrusive and obvious to a slowly growing number of people both in the bookstore and café area.

When he looked to his new companion they had a dazed expression, head resting on their hand. They blinked at his comment though.

“Um, yeah. You know. But I was enraptured by the performance. So those words must...be some words to keep my attention, right?” The writer caught the neck of their shirt and fanned it a little. “Those things seem pretty uncomfortable. Maybe try that water? Some deep breaths? You must be sore they, um, look kind of violent.”

“Good id-HUP!” he said, not even bothering to complete the word.

“Th-these must be an-nk!-annoying. S-hmp!-sorry about that,” he continued. He brought the iced water to his lips and took a good gulp. He knew water never cured them but he was also hoping to relieve his throat of the tightness that often accompanied his hiccup fits.

“No, not annoying,” Ryder assured. “More for you, I’m sure.”

They watched his stubbly throat as he drank a couple of gulps of the ice water. It contracted with hiccups even while he was drinking. He must be used to it because it didn’t seem to slow him down. After he’d gotten half the glass down he set it aside and covered his mouth with a couple of crooked fingers, silent hiccups jostling his form rapidly. He looked a little befuddled for a moment as they kept wracking his body quickly.

“Ugh th-that w-was hup!-hup!-was co-cold! Hmp!-hmp!-hmp! I think that-hup!-ma-hup!-made-hup!-the-hmp!-them worse. I do-don’t hmp!hmp!-us-hup!-usually hup!-drink m-my hup!-water that-hup!-c-hmp!-cold! Humph!-hmph!-hmkph!-hmp!-hmp!...mk!-mk!”

Lou sat like that for a moment as his body bounced with every sound sucked in through his nose and caught by his throat which jolted his head and fluttered his eyes as he seemed to be waiting for them to slow down a little. When he looked up into Ryder’s eyes he was disarmed by the pure arousal mirrored back.

The jig was up…

“Let d-hmp!-Le-humph!-dow-hmp!” Lou tried to say. Shit! He couldn’t even get out the damn safe word as he felt blood rushing to the area he certainly didn’t want to be in public for the result of.

“Let down key,” Ryder supplied, breathlessly. “Yeah, me too.”

They took a deep breath to shake off the persona and it was Atticus who spoke next, quickly and desperately.

“Here, you take the keys and I’ll meet you at the car,” they said, thrusting the key chain in his hand. “I’m gonna buy this book.”

Lou, now Otto, eyed them with confusion.

“I-hmp!-have l-hmph!-like five-hmp!-copies-hmp!-of-humph!-of that-hmp!-at home!” he said with difficulty, standing carefully and relieved that nothing was visible yet along his waist-line. He still casually held the book of poems that held Atticus’ name on the cover in front of him just in case as he took the keys reluctantly.

“This one is special,” Atty stressed. “I’m actually going to read this one…”

Otto let out a HU-UP!-as he held his mouth open in amusement. He didn’t even care that everyone paid attention around them. He just shook his head and turned around for the car.

After the next customer cleared away the barista smiled in recognition to the person that had been sitting with the taller man. He’d lost the ability to hear their conversation with the afternoon rush, (aside from the poor man’s ever worsening attack of hiccups) so he leaned against the bar when Atticus arrived.

“Hey, so, how’d everything go between you and the hiccuping guy? You all were over there for a while,” he said, as he rung up the novel with some effort in lugging it into one of the plastic bags he had under the register.

Atticus looked down, face burning. Then they swung their head up and forced some fake bravado.

“I think I might have a chance,” Atticus said, paying for the copy of Moby Dick.

“Well, hey, if I can find someone who can stand my hiccup attacks like you did his...I think I might find a perfect match,” he said, wryly. There might’ve been some jealousy tinged in the statement as well.

“You’d be surprised what people find bearable with the person is right,” Atticus said, cryptically.

“Well, good luck, friend. Wish you all the best,” the barista said.

“Yeah, you too,” they replied.

Their nethers were still vibrating a little as they walked to Otto’s car that he’d pulled up to the curb. Fortunately, the conversation with the barista had taken away the unbearable pressure at least.

“Well howdy, stranger,” Atticus said with a grin, slipping into the passenger seat.

Otto was still hiccuping rapidly in the driver’s seat. He’d unbuttoned his shirt so that his a-line shirt was visible, fabric tight against the middle of his stomach as it pooched out with every hiccup at varying degrees of force.

He smiled in their direction as he turned the key in the ignition. The hmph’s and hmp’s were still so fast that speaking, while not impossible, was more effort that he thought it worth for a response.

“You want me to drive?” Atticus asked, watching his body rock with every spasm.

He shook his head.

“No-hmp!-no I’m-mk-good. I know hmp!-how m-much you hmpk!-like to hip!hip!-to-hmp!-watch m-me from hmp!-from the s-side. I’ll be hip!-be less distr-hmp!hmp!-act-ip-ed!” he said with difficulty and a little frustrated huff and started driving to the main street, taking some deep breaths in an attempt to slow the hiccups a little.

He was getting very aroused and he could tell Atticus was, too. Fortunately home wasn’t too far off. Though he had doubts of ever being able to enter that book store again.

“Wow. Um. You don’t have to suppress those as much now. I know that’s gotta feel uncomfortable,” Atticus said. Watching how deeply Otto’s body was reacting to each hiccup was both extremely hot and also a little concerning.

Otto realized that keeping the hiccups in had become instinctual and so at Atty’s cue he took as much of a breath out as he could and set his mouth open a little to let the hiccups be more free and relax his muscles from how much they were constricted in trapping the spasm’s noises from escaped.

“Right,” he confirmed, before, “hup!...hu-up...hup!hup!hu-uck!...herk!-hip!-hip!-hiup!-HOCK!hu-UCK!” he sighed out a groan and continued. “hu-uck!hu-uck!hulp!...hock!-humph!-unk!”

Even though it didn’t sound like it, letting his diaphragm relax into the spasms instead of holding it in felt much better. It certainly eased the pain that had just started in the middle of his chest.

He kept hiccuping at speed, Atticus noticed, their breath quickening at the exhibition. Ottos neck tightened and jerked in another hiccup as he moved his head to take the final turn onto their street throwing his head back before he readjusted.

Atticus could tell how much focus he was putting in driving and completely ignoring his partner’s reaction. That was good because if he had seen how absolutely turned on Atticus was and how hard it was not to rub themselves then he would’ve definitely wrecked.

Death by arousal. Not a terrible way to go, though…

THE NSFW ACTION

When the car parked there was an unsaid agreement that they both get into the house as quickly as possible. Otto’s erection was finally starting to become more obvious and the last thing he wanted was a neighbor to see.

Also quickly and in unison, they both bee-lined to the bedroom. Atticus fished for lube and condoms as Otto undressed and flopped himself on the bed, desperation in his face as he kicked his pants off to the obvious excitement that couldn’t be hidden anymore.

“Oh gawd, they’re still so fast,” Atticus whined. “Are you okay?”

They always checked with Otto. They never wanted their desire to overpower his well-being.

Without his shirt on and from above, Atticus could witness the power and quickness of his hiccups. They watched the indent of his ribs expanding to his diaphragm’s spasms over and over and over again.

“Huck!-huck!-h’muck!-uck!-ulp!...mk!-hu-uck-huuck!-‘UCK!...h’mick!-hnk!-nk!-nk!hic!hnk!...nnk!-ilp!-huckah!-hngk!...”

It was hypnotic. Their breath hitched as their member, engorged in arousal, buzzed causing their inner-most muscles to undulate desperately.

Otto nodded to Atticus’ question. His hiccups were fast but they let up at intervals allowing him to get a gasp of breath in before speeding up again. They came in waves, like Otto watched Atticus’ arousal do as they rubbed against his thigh, mouth open and eyes fixated on him. He throbbed, his hiccups seeming more of a background sensation to his arousal.

Wordlessly his hand asked to be let into their pants, lube covering his fingers.

“Shit, yes!” Atticus exclaimed as they let his fingers touch them.

For a moment nothing mattered except the sensations on each others’ bodies. Them both pleasuring each other lead to a moment of convulsion, a shivering and gasp of breath, a screaming groan and a lower more guttural groan harmonizing, followed by a panting collapse of smaller person on top of larger.

As they came back into their body, limbs heavy and tingling slightly, Atticus turned on Otto’s chest to look up at him only to find his eyes already on them. His lips were red and smiling faintly.

Atticus’ glasses were askew on their face. There were smudges all across the lenses. They’d take them off except then they wouldn’t be able to see Otto at all. They smiled up at him as Otto adjusted their glasses tenderly.

They felt his fingers slide from between their legs and they shivered again, curling into him. Their head dipped on his chest as he hiccuped. He still had them.

Otto clumsily wiped the lube from his fingers on the boxers he never fully removed, but lowered for quick access. He rested that hand on his chest as he surrounded Atticus’ shoulders with his other arm, the hand he’d adjusted their glasses with. He felt another hiccup convulse in his chest. The sound he made was hoarse. His hiccups had weakened after their orgasms. He could tell they were trailing off. He took a deep refreshing breath before the next “hurk!”.

THE AFTERGLOW

“They’re stubborn,” Atticus muttered into Otto’s chest. They felt a jostle as he huffed out a laugh.

“Yeah,” he said tiredly, “but they’re merk!-uh trailing off, I think.”

“Do you want me to rub your stomach?” Atticus asked.

“Mmmhm,” Otto said, nodding with a smile and soft eyes.

It had become almost ritualistic that after a particularly raucous hiccup fit Atticus would give a little massage to Otto’s overworked belly. The muscles there appreciated the soft circular motions Atticus’ palm and fingers provided and it helped him relax. Atticus enjoyed the feeling of the last spasms of a case of hiccups through Otto’s stomach. It was a win/win. A lot of their relationship ended up in the mutual appreciation of one another’s pleasures. It was very symbiotic in that way.

“So...role playing went well…” Atticus mused softly as their hand made its course around the softness of Otto’s belly. He spasmed again and Atty felt the sensation like a small bump against their palm.

“I’d say so,” Otto said, his voice as hoarse as his hiccups. “Still can’t believe you-erk!-you bought that book.”

“You should talk. Buying one of my books of poems? Pretty sure I have a copy of that around here somewhere too, my dear,” they said.

“True…” Otto conceded. “Mem-merk!-uh. Mementos?”

Atticus watched Otto’s neck cave in with the hiccup and sighed happily.

“Yup. $50 memento,” Atty said sheepishly.

“Fifty? You paid fifty do-erk!-dollars for that?!” His eyes widened in their direction and his eyebrows crawled up his defined brow bone in shock.

“You saw it! Hand bound! Illustrated! It was steal…” Atticus claimed.

“Firstly, not hand bound. Secondly, I have a-urk!-a first trade 1930’s edition that’s illustrated!” Otto argued.

“That you never let me read! Or touch! Or breathe on!”

“It’s...old…”Otto said, weakly.

“You’re old,” Atty parried. “Colombo? Really?”

“He’s a cultural icon…”

“Good lord, dude,” Atticus said, laughing in puffs of hot air on his chest. “I can’t believe that barista saw me watching…”

Otto chuckled, “He’s definitely got a story to tell, now.”

“We can’t go back there, can we?” they asked.

“Yeah, no, already decided that. Probably not in our best interests, no,” he confirmed. He turned his head and gave a little cough and a silent hiccup caused him to spasm again. He felt Atticus’ hand rub against his stomach again in kind. He sighed, though, as another hiccup didn’t come after. His body was definitely tired from all of that.

“So, iced water, huh?” Atticus asked.

“I know, right? I mean, I’ve had iced water without the hiccups and nothing. Guess it just...was too cold?” he said, confused.

“Temperature changes are one of the causes of hiccups. Makes sense that it might make them worse. Just wouldn’t have thought about it,” they replied.

“Hey, you didn’t stutter when you said hiccups!”

“I’m getting better at it,” Atticus said with a grin.

Otto’s hand crept up to Atticus’ head and started rubbing their scalp. Atticus practically purred, humming as they curled tighter into Otto’s body.

“Thanks for doing this,” Atticus muttered.

“I really liked it,” Otto admitted. “It was fun. Kind of exciting. A little embarrassing, but not bad. Just...knowing you were there and--”

“And you were amazing,”Atticus interrupted. “How you held your body. How you didn’t seem like you were aware of me at all but you did all those things you know I like. It was...really hot.”

“Yeah, it was!” he agreed.

“You’re the best old guy ever,” Atticus teased, hugging him close.

Otto rolled his eyes and stared at his partner.

“You do know,” he said, “that we’re only 5 years apart?”

“Shhh, you’re ruining the moment,” they cooed.

Otto snorted.

“Fifty dollars…” he whispered.

“Shhhhh…” Atticus said, putting their hand on his face without looking and targeting his mouth to cover.

Otto put one of their fingers in his mouth and nibbled lightly on it.

“Aaaah…” they whined. “Kiss it.”

Otto did, shaking his head.

“It’s wet now…” they grumbled and wiped it on his chest.

“I do have things to do today. And we should get food. And shower...definitely shower,” he said.

Atticus grumbled again, taking their glasses off and snuggling deeper into their husband’s chest in protest.

“Okay,” he whispered. “We’ll rest a little…”

And, to be honest, the clock maker needed the rest. Now that he came back to his body he could feel the slight soreness in his throat and chest, back and neck. All of the clenching he’d done, even in his jaw, to keep his hiccups suppressed had done a number on his body. And, before long, he found himself dozing with his partner.

#hiccup kink #minors dni #hiccups kink #hiccups #hic fic #hicfic #otto and atticus #roleplay

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cityandking · 10 months ago

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3, 5, 19 for dai, minah and vesper!

thanks my dear! // oc ask meme: roots edition

3. How did your OC feel the first time they left home? Why did they leave?

DAICHI — he felt nervous, definitely, but also a little proud. he was sure that the leavetaking was the right decision. it was when he was stationed at the northern garrison, so it was a part of his training and he'd known it was coming—he was nervous for the change in routine and structure and work, but he also knew what to expect and was looking forward to the chance to work and help and (im)prove himself. he even had a good couple months of routine before things went. well. you know. MINAH — felt miserable when she left home for the first time, alone and afraid and confused and overwhelmed. she left out of fear, and because she couldn't stay. VESPER — the first time vesper left home was when she was about eight or nine and her family moved from their countryside home to live in the family estate in Ostwick. her uncle had died and her father inherited his title, and vesper remembers the grief of it—not for her uncle's passing as much, because she hadn't known him well, but because her father was angry about the burden and nobody wanted to go and she missed the greenery and the space in the high stone city walls. even as a girl she'd known that the move—from country to city, from space to walls, from freedom to responsibility—was a cumbersome and unwelcome change, but she'd had no choice but to bear it. a lot of things in her life got worse after that move. the magic was the cherry on top.

5. What did your OC think their life would be like when they grew up? Has it lived up to that expectation?

DAICHI — dai thought he'd do his time at the garrison and move back to Skysong Keep and perform his duties and see his father on leave and go where the Skysinger sent him. it was a very simple, structured life, and he was content with it. it has... really truly not lived up to that at all, but he's grateful. that life seems such a small and sad thing now, and he's glad he's had the chance to learn and see and do more. MINAH — her life was meant to be a simple thing, lived according to her family and society's expectations. she'd get married, she'd be a good wife and eventually mother, she'd do her part to take care of her family and her community. it was going to be a proper, dutiful life. everything changed when the fire nation attacked her father died VESPER — vesper didn't think a lot about it, truth be told. she knew there were expectations placed on her as the daughter of a noble house, but when she was young that didn't really solidify into any specific kind of expectation. then her magic manifested and she knew she'd end up in a tower eventually, or on the run—but either way, not quite noble anymore. she gave up on deciding her own future in any meaningful way a long time ago. (the circle ended up being more palatable than she had expected, though she never loved it. the inquisition was a surprise)

19. What traditions or stories does your OC carry forward from their childhood to the rest of their life?

DAICHI — his father told (or read) him stories growing up, probably some mix of drow tales and folklore and battle exploits, and I think there's a bit of romanticism in there that has rubbed off on dai, even if he doesn't entirely realize it. there are a few smaller ones he picked up from his father or soldiers in camp as a boy—the way to be grateful for a meal, the right way to sit when he prays, how to fix his hair. it's all little things. MINAH — minah has honestly done her level best to shake off the stories and traditions of her childhood, but there are probably a few marcher superstitions she practices in an idle, reflexive sort of way. she also probably knows a bunch of handclap games actually. VESPER — when her family moved to ostwick and everyone got kind of miserable, she took to hanging out in the kitchens with their elvhen cook, and vesper picked up so many tales and stories and traditions from that old elf. she remembers most of them; it was the start of her interest in the more esoteric and historical stuff that she spent a bunch of time with in the circle. listening to solas' stories takes her back, a bit. it's nice.

#these were fun to answer!#ty!#memery #minah #vesper #daichi

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bluewavesofchange · 3 months ago

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The guardians of the Pharaoh

The return of the Seal

I don't own Yugioh or it's characters

I know I haven't posted in a while, just been having a rough couple of days. But I'm back and will be uploading consecutively again.

Chapter 7: The road to devastation (part 1)

Yugi was watching from the puzzle as Yami used the shadows to get rid of the bikers, and honestly, it was rather terrifying to watch. Hearing the men’s screams as they are dragged into the darkness sent chills through him. he had seen what Rozu was capable of in the virtual world, and she had said that she taught Yami the same magic back in Egypt? Did that mean he was capable of such cruelty, too? Such monstrous things?

He can see the smirk forming on the others' faces as if he were enjoying this. This didn’t seem right. This wasn’t his Yami. Despite the Pharaoh’s protective nature and his loyalty to his friends and loved ones, he never found pleasure in the suffering of others. He needed to stop this before someone ended up dead. He tried to take over and send the spirit back into the puzzle, but for some reason, it wasn’t working. What was going on?! He watched as a shadow tendril wraps around one of the bikers necks and lifts him in the air, the man struggling as a large monster with thousands of teeth emerge from the darkness, the biker held over its mouth…

Yugi grabbed Yami’s arm despite being transparent and tried to get his attention, his aura glowing with light, “Yami STOP!” he screams at him…the spirit feels his little ones presence, hearing his voice as the shadows stopped moving…turning his gaze to the other, seeing the terror and worrying his amethyst eyes. He looks over at his friends, seeing the fear on their faces as they were huddled against the limo…he turned his attention back to the shadows that were swallowing up the bikers one by one…his eyes focusing on his hands as they started to tremble…what was he doing?

He curls his fingers into a fist before he tries to disperse the darkness, but it wasn’t working…they were starting to get out of hand. But there was a reason for that…

Rozu had been watching and enjoying the show, letting her own shadows mix in with the pharaoh’s, swallowing up the souls of the bikers one at a time, their spirits rejuvenating her, her power growing as she slowly took over Lillian’s body…the more souls she absorbed the stronger she became and soon she would be able to manifest a new physical body for herself…

However, her fun was over when Yugi stopped Yami from continuing the show of darkness. She watched as the teen tried to stop the shadows, so Rozu took over…slowly rising from the ground as a laugh leaves her throat, “I honestly have to say I wasn’t expecting this, my pharaoh.” Yami turned when he heard her voice, a glare on his face as he watches the woman, a shadow slithering its way over to her, a purr emitting from it as it moved up her body and nuzzling her face, the red head cooing at it, “You control is impressive for someone who has been out of the game for 5000 years.”

She waved her hand, summoning more shadow monsters and setting them loose on the rest of the bikers, tearing into their flesh and ripping their limbs from their bodies as their screams filled the air. The other teens didn’t know what to do as for the second time in just two they days they were forced to watch this demon of a woman slaughter people…

Yami wouldn’t stand for it any longer as the millennium puzzle starts to glow as a yellow eye appears on his forehead, taking command of the shadows and sending them back into the depth of the ancient artefact, the creatures shrieking as they tried to fight the power that was sucking them up and condemning them into their prison…Yami turns his attention to Rozu, determined to drag her back from whence she came…

Rozu felt the pull, and it might have worked if she was still weak, but her power had grown immensely since she had reawakened so many months ago. She disappeared into the darkness, reappearing before the pharaoh and grabs him by the throat, her claws digging into his flesh as he grabbed her wrist, a look of pure rage in her golden eyes as the sclera turning from white to black as her lips curled into a nasty snarl as her anger was taking over her, “How dare you try to send me back to that place!” she spat at him as she slams him into the ground, knocking the wind out of him as he keeps struggling to get free.

The shadows that hadn’t been sucked into the puzzle were going crazy, their screams and shrieks filling the air as they grew larger and larger, creating a large dome of darkness around everyone. Rozu lets go of Yami and towers over him as her scythe appears in her hands, screw her revenge and her plan, screw the boy who reminded her of her sister and fuck Atem! She was taking his head and hanging it over her throne when she returns to her world. The markings on her arms glow bright yellow as her begins to float around her, her aura turning a deep red as her skin started to turn black, her large leathery black wings shoots out of her back as she raises her weapon in the air, “You die today!”

Joey wasn’t gonna stand back and let his friend die, he grabbed one of the discarded pipes lying on the ground and charges at Rozu, throwing the pipe at her and knocking her in the back of the head, not harming her but distracting her as she turned her head 180 degrees to glare at the blond. Her cheeks split open to reveal her sharp teeth as she hisses at him, the teen stopping in his tracks at the sight. Ok maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. But it gave Yugi the chance to help as he took over, standing up quickly as he felt a wave of pure light energy flows through him, his eyes glowing as his body is engulfed in light, grabbing Rozu’s attention, turning back to face him as her eyes widen.

The short teen holds out his hand and a burst of energy explodes from him, the shadows screaming in pain as they are burned by the light, Rozu’s skin scorching as she cries in agony as she recedes back into Lillian’s mind…the girl’s body returning to her own as she collapses on the ground passed out…

The light subsides as Yugi returns to normal as well once the shadows were gone. He looks around at the area; none of the bikers were left. Well…they were safe at least...

Joey had rushed over to Lillian, kneeling down beside her, checking to see if she was ok as Yugi soon joined him. The raven head whimpers softly as her eyes open for a moment, seeing the two boys above her. She felt exhausted and sore all over…she knew Rozu had taken over again and she couldn’t stop it. It scared her that she couldn’t stop the witch…

She tries to sit up as Joey helps her, her brother looking at her with his eyes filled with concern, “Are you ok?” she gives a small nod…her hand moving to her stomach, feeling her little ones heart beat still going strong indicating he or she was still ok, “I…I’m fine…let’s just…get out of here before we get any more surprises…”

She mumbles as Joey and Yugi help her to stand. Joey didn’t look convinced, “Should we get ya to a docta or somethin?” Lillian shook her head, a soft smile on her face to try and reassure him, “I’m alright…we’re alright…” this seemed to do the trick as he nodded. Yugi raised a brow as he watched the twos exchange, wondering what they were talking about. Lillian tried to take a step but loses her balance. Joey stops her from falling and picks her up bridal style, “I got ya.” He turns to his friend, “Go make sure Téa and Tristian’s ok.” The shorter teen hesitates but heads over to his other friends.

The blond looks at Lillian for a moment, “Ya sure you and de baby are ok?” she rests her head against his shoulder as he carries her over to the limo as she nods, “We’re alright…little ones heart beat going strong…I just…need some rest…” Joey nods as he sets her down in the vehicle, taking off his green jacket and lays it over her, “Sleep as much as ya need te. My mom would be out for hours when she was pregnant with Serenity.”

The raven head couldn’t help but giggle a little, “You really are a wonderful guy...I’m sorry for giving you a hard time in the past…I’m glad we could be friends…” the teen grins proudly, “Same ere. Even doe I find yer taste in men questionable.” He laughs as she gives him a small shove, “I don’t get why you two hate each other so much…” the girl yawns softly as she winces while moving to get comfortable, “You two have more…in common than…you…think…” her eyes slowly close as her exhaustion takes over. Wheeler makes sure she’s comfy before going back to his friends to make sure they were alright…

Soon they were on their way again, heading for Industrial Illusions. Yugi was seated by the window, staring out of it as his mind was unsettled by what he had seen. Yami comes out for a moment, a sullen expression on his face. The shorter teen glances at him, his face softening, ~ You ok? ~ he asks through their link. Yami shakes his head, ~ I’m…not sure…I don’t know what came over me back there…~ in the moment he had heard the shadows whispering softly to him, encouraging him to continue tormenting the bikers…that they deserved it for trying to harm him and his friends…and honestly it felt so good to have that power…to have that control again…he could protect those closest to him…he can keep his angel safe…

But after seeing the look in Yugi’s eyes, the fear…it was something he never wanted to see again. Yugi rested his hand over Yami’s, the pharaoh seeing that sweet little smile again warmed his heart. The spirit leans over and presses a gentle kiss to the others cheek, ~ I would be lost without little one. ~ the teen blushes as he wanted nothing more than to go into the puzzle and give the other a proper kiss but unfortunately that couldn’t happen as they had arrived at their destination…

Lillian had woken up despite the small nap; she could sleep properly once they got this mess sorted out. They got out of the limo and headed into the building, finding nobody inside. The raven head kept her guard up as something didn’t feel right…and she was right to feel that way as the security gates slowly came down, looking the teens inside the building, trapping them.

The sound of a motorbike is heard and the teens sees a hooded figure drive into the room, stopping in front of them as Lillian stands in front of her brother…watching as the woman take off her helmet, revealing it to be Mai?! Where did that come from?!

The blond woman was dressed differently, her normal bright outfit of purple and white was replaced with dark edgy colours, a green stone hanging from her neck, the same duel disks that Lillian had seen on Raphael and Valon’s arms was on hers. Speaking of the morons, the raven head frowned when she saw the two of them standing on the balcony above, Alister standing beside them (having returned after the duel he tied with Seto). Just great.

Oh and to make matters more interesting, Mai challenged Joey to a duel, entrapping them both using the seal of Oricalcos. As it turns out the woman had felt abandoned by her so called friends after the events of Battle City…her time trapped in the shadow realm had left a nasty scar on her soul…the nightmares she had experienced for weeks after that had left her broken and feeling hopeless…feeling alone again…that she had no one. Even her reputation as a duellist had gone down the drain. She had taken part in several events after Battle City and even though she one it felt like it didn’t mean anything…she felt like she had lost her purpose, her reason for going on…her duellist spirit was broken…

But then one night when she was at her lowest Valon had shown up and given her chance to find a new purpose…he had taken her to master Dartz and shown her the power she could have if she gave herself to the Oricalcos…how strong she could become and what she was capable of…that she didn’t need those that had abandoned her…that she could stand on her own and that she would never feel so alone and weak again…

Joey tried everything to get through to her…to convince Mai that he truly cared about her…hell he even tried to reach out to her on several occasions to see how she was doing but she wouldn’t pick up the phone…he had thought she was just out there living her best life but apparently he was wrong. If he had known she was struggling so much he would’ve tried harder. She was their friend. Heck had nearly died trying to save her from Marik…twice actually.

And now he’s soul and hers was on the line if he couldn’t break through to her…he needed to find a way to end this duel without either of them losing…

And the answer came in an unexpected way…

Yugi and his friends were watching from outside the dome, watching as Joey was struggling and there was nothing they could do…until Yugi’s deck started to glow, well one of his cards specifically. The teen pulled out the card, seeing that it was the Eye of Thymus…the glow erupts into an over whelming light that over takes the room, blinding everyone…

The next thing Joey knew he was standing in a large room he didn’t recognise. A large crystal dragon before him, “De heck?” and that wasn’t the only strange thing…he hears humming coming from somewhere, turning to see a woman dressed in silver with long white hair entering the room, stopping when she sees the blond haired teen, her piercing blue staring at him as she tilts her head, a gentle smile on her face, “Greetings. Who might you be?” she slowly approaches the boy.

Joey is stunned silent, his eyes unable to look away from the beautiful woman before him, noticing the white scales on her skin. He swallows the lump in his throat as she slowly circles the teen, curiosity on her face as she examines his clothes and appearance, leaning in and inhaling his scent, humming softly, “You’re not from this world are you…” she steps closer, having no apparent idea of what personal space was as she continues to smell him…kinda weirding him out as he quickly steps away, a blush on his face, “Uh ok weird lady. Where I come from we don’t go around sniffing people like dat.” The woman tilts her head from side to side as she narrows her eyes and steps back, bowing her head, “My apologies…it’s just…you have the scent of my children on you.”

“I…huh?!” Wheeler was confused as all hell as eh looked down at his shirt before turning his attention back to the strange lady…noticing the sad look in her eyes as she looks up at the ceiling…the blonds gaze following hers as she sees the old mural…telling some kind of story about duel monsters…

“My son left this world 5000 years ago to find our other child…my daughter…she disappeared from this place nearly 10 000 years ago…I haven’t seen her for even longer than that…but I still remember her scent…the smell of the sea…of the first storm when the seasons change…” she turned her attention back to the teen, “I’m sorry for rambling. What brings you here stranger?”

Wheeler had no idea what she had been going on about but she genuinely seemed sad. He understands how difficult it is for a family to be separated…and she hadn’t seen her kids for so long was heart breaking…but he needed to focus. Why was he here anyways? He had been trying to find a way to save himself and Mai. And yet he was here now…

And the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that this situation was familiar…this was how Yugi got his Thymus card…the way his friend had told the story was just like this. But one of the dragons was missing…was there someone else here? He looks at the white haired woman and clears his throat, “Did someone else come through ere?” The lady raises a brow before she sighs softly, “I believe so…you’re the third person that’s past through here…and with each person that passes, one of the dragons are awoken…which probably means you have been sent here to release last one.”

Joey raises a brow as he looks up at the crystalized dragon, seeing the sword in its head, “How de heck am I supposed to get up dere?” he doesn’t notice the woman slowly shift…a shadow looms over Joey as he slowly turns around, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as he comes face to face with a large Blue Eyes White dragon, the beast letting out a small roar as it flaps its wings…leaning down with an open mouth.

Joey clenches his eyes shut as he covers his head with his arms, getting ready to be devoured because what else do you do in this situation?! Was any of this even real?! Or was this just another weird dream? Oh god was another giant version of Kaiba gonna show up and his gonna end up in another dog suit??

But nothing happened as the dragon gently took hold of the back of Joey’s clothes with her teeth and lifted him up, setting him on top of the other dragon. The blond slowly opens his eyes and lowers his arms as he looks over at the blue eyes, realizing no harm was gonna come to him. He looks at the sword, realizing the creature was helping him. It took him a second but he figures that the dragon had been the white haired woman from before…how…cool he guessed? He gives a small nod, “Thanks…” the dragon bows its head before stepping back and reverting back to her human form, a small smile on her face as she heads for the door…

Joey calls out to her, “I hope ya see yer kids again!” she stops and looks back at the strange boy, a tear forming in her eye before she leaves…Joey turns back to the sword and grips the handle…slowly pulling it out with some difficulty…a roar fills the room as Wheeler is once again blinded by light…

He finds himself back in the duel against Mai, a new card in his hand…The claw of Hermos…maybe he could use this to turn the duel around…

While this was all going on…3 unexpected figures show up…Duke Devlin who just so happen to be setting up a new shop in California…and Weevil and Rex…funny story how this came to be. The two idiots were being mugged and Duke just so happen to be there to save them. Weevil and Rex explains to him why they were there and that Yugi and the gang were here too and that they were headed to Industrial Illusions…

Wanting to see his friends again and to find out what was going on; he agrees to take the two kids to the company. They arrived a few hours to find the building was one lock down, peering through the window and finding Joey in a duel with Mai and the rest of gang trapped inside. Duke finds a way inside and finds the main control room and starts hacking into the system to get the security gates open…

Meanwhile Joey had gotten the upper hand in the duel but was still trying to find a way to save Mai…luckily he didn’t have as Valon had taken the incentive and dived head first off the balcony, slamming his ring that held one of infamous green stone into the glowing dome, breaking the seal of Oricalcos and once again the room is engulfed in light…the burst of energy coming from this sending the kids flying back and slamming into the wall, knocking them out.

When it all clears, Joey is left standing…Raphael and Alister had somehow gotten to the bottom floor to help Valon and Mai…the muscled blond using his own green gem to get the 4 of them out of there just as Seto and Mokuba arrived in the blue eyes jet…what a damn day it has been and it is far from over…

Joey heads over to his friends to help them up just as Duke had managed to get the security gate open. Yugi is the first to come to and rushes to his sister who showed no sign of waking up, the shock wave having knocked her out cold when she was slammed into the wall, her already weakened state wasn’t doing her any favours…the short teen was shaking her gently as he was calling her name…eventually a soft whimper leaves her lips her eyes opening for a brief moment…the world blurry around her, the voices calling her name sounded distant and hollow…the face figure was shaking her aching body, another tall figure joining him, kneeling beside her and resting warm hand on her cheek…she knew this presence…she had could feel his soul calling to hers as it did for so many years…the name she never thought she would utter again falling from her lips…“Tsuki…”

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