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kpop---scenarios · 4 months ago

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Dark Book Series (2) - Say You Love Me

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Warning: Yandere Content, Murder, Mentions of Blood, Stalking etc

Word Count: 4.5k

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght @skittlez-area512 @skzdust @gnabnahcsworld @onlyhyunjin @stephanieeeyang @lostasoulinthedarkness @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 @iam-wh0 @skzooluvr @queen-in-the-shadows

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“How are things today, Y/N?” Hyunjin asks. You stare down at your twiddling fingers, trying to hold in your tears before you speak. You hated crying in front of your therapist, but lately that seems to be all you ever do, and honestly Hyunjin seemed to be used to it by now. All your sessions seemed to involve you crying over your boyfriend.

“Y/N?” He asks, leaning slightly forward.

You look up, one tear rolling down your cheek. “I'm sorry.” You whisper. “Things are worse…at home. With Jackson. The past week, he's just been ignoring me, straight up walking out of the room if I walk in. Away from me if I try to talk tk him. No matter what I do.” You sigh.

“Mhm, prolonged silent treatment. That is a form of emotional abuse, you know.” Hyunjin murmurs, writing down on his notepad.

“And I honestly don't even know what I did to be given the silent treatment. He won't tell me. But on the brightside, I guess it's better than him screaming at me all day.” You sigh.

“Does he usually? Scream at you, I mean.” Hyunjin asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “Sometimes. If he's had a bad day at work. If I didn't clean the right way, or enough. If I say the wrong thing, or I talk out of turn. If a guy looks at me, talks to me…” You trail off.

“Does he know you see me?” He asks.

“He knows I see someone. If you're asking if he knows you're a man, then no he doesn't. I figured it was an unnecessary fight. I've been through a lot of therapists, and you're the best that I've been too.” You smile.

Hyunjin grins at your words, inside he's bursting with joy. “You know, Y/N. You are allowed to leave that relationship.” He tells you. “In fact, I would insist you do. Your mental health would improve exponentially.”

“I've thought about it. But I don't want to be alone.” You sigh.

You'll never be alone. Not as long as I'm around.

“Sometimes being alone is what heals the heart, and the head.” Hyunjin smiles. “You're stronger than you think.”

“I don't know if I am. What if I never find anyone else?” You groan. “Jackson says he loves me, when he talks to me. And that he does these things to make sure I'm the best version of myself.”

“Do you feel like what he does makes you the best version?” He asks. I can guarantee you don't.

“I feel like I'm losing myself piece by piece everyday.” You whisper.

I can help you heal. I can fix you. All you need is me.

“You need to leave, Y/N. It is in your best interest.” Hyunjin sighs, closing his notebook. “Unfortunately that's all the time we have for today. But I want to see you again in a few days to see where things are at home. Okay? I have Friday at 2pm, 4:30,pm, and 6pm.”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” You sniffle, wiping away your tears. “Let's do 2pm. I'm off work early on fridays.” You say.

I know.

“Friday at two. Okay, I have you down. You've got this, Y/N.” Hyunjin smiles as he watches you stand up, forcing a smile. He wished you weren't leaving to go home to your shitty boyfriend. He watches out the window from his office as you walk down the steps, grabbing his jacket and locking the door to the room he rents inside the building.

Hyunjin keeps a good distance behind you to ensure that you don't notice him behind you. He doesn't need to follow you to find out where you live, he already knows. He just likes to make sure you make it home safely. He's there to protect you, because that's what you need. You need someone to save you, and lucky for you, he was that person.

He smiles as he watches you checking the mailbox in the yard of your little house. He loved the house, but he hated the other occupant that lived there. You had been with Jackson for 3 years, only living together for one, so far but he hoped that it wouldn't be that much longer. The way your sessions were going, and the words Hyunjin was speaking, he was sure you'd leave Jackson in a few months. A couple more sessions, you'd be fully aware of how wrong Jackson was for you, and maybe realize how right Hyunjin was for you.

As you walk in the front door, he wanders around the side of the house, peering in the window to the kitchen and living room. He watches you setting your bag down on the table while Jackson walks into the room. He mutters some words, holding his arms out for a hug, and you nestle right into him. Hyunjin can see you melting into the hug, relishing in the fact that Jackson is now speaking to you again, and now giving you physical touch.

It makes Hyunjin sick.

After an hour, he can't take it anymore. He can't stand to watch you laugh and touch him, while Hyunjin knows it's only a matter of time before you're back in his office, crying because Jackson did something again.

When Friday finally rolled around, Hyunjin made his way to his office around 1:30pm, he sat behind the desk that came with the room as he thought about the first time he had ever seen you, which was now almost two years ago to the date.

“Yeah, no, I'll call to set up another appointment.” You say to the receptionist at the therapist's office. He could see the disappointment that was plastered all over your face, the second you walked out of Dr. Parks office. He wasn't surprised, Dr. Park wasn't the best in the business, but Hyunjin could be. Was he a licensed therapist? No. But could he be? Absolutely. He walks over to you, ignoring his name being called to go speak with Dr. Park, and stands by you at the elevator.

“Excuse me.” He smiles. “I couldn't help but notice the disappointment on your face after your session. I'm Dr. Hwang.” He says, holding out his hand. “and I'd love to meet and see if we'd be the right fit?” He smiles.

“Hi. Oh, um sure. Yeah, that'd be great. Dr. Park is good, he's just… um…” you pause.

“He's a friend, but I completely understand what you mean.” Hyunjin laughs. He pats his pockets before looking up at you. “Shoot, I was going to give you a card but it doesn't seem like I have any on me.” He sighs. “If you call me, I can get you in. Do you want to take my number?”

“Yes, please.” You say, pulling out your phone.

“Okay, it's….”

“Thank you so much.” You smile, stepping onto the elevator, slipping your phone back in your pocket. Hyunjin steps on the elevator with you, pretending like he was leaving just like you, and that's the day he had first followed you home. It took him time to find out information about you. He had, too. He had no choice. You didn't call for months. But when you finally did call, he was able to be the perfect therapist for you, as well as the perfect man for you.

Hyunjin is brought out of his thoughts, hearing the knocking at the door. “Come in!” He yells, putting his phone to his ear. “I promise, it'll all be okay.” He says, to no one. “I'll see you at your session on Monday, okay?” He says, waving you in, pointing to the couch. “Okay, yes, see you Monday.” He finishes, pretending to hang up the phone.

“Good afternoon, Y/N.” He smiles, opening his notebook.

“Good afternoon!” You say, in a better mood than when you were here a few days ago.

“You seem to be happy.” Hyunjin states, clearing his throat.

“I am! Jackson apologized the evening that I went home on Wednesday.” You sigh. “And since then, everything has been great!”

Hyunjin can feel the rage burning inside of him. “Well, it's only been two days, I wouldn't get your hopes up that things are changing, if I were you.” He says.

You raise your eyebrow at him.

“I just mean, narcissists, emotional abusers, who eventually turn into physical ones, don't change at a snap of a finger. This is a classic manipulation tactic, and he will turn in a split second. I just need you to be prepared.” Hyunjin explains.

“Oh.” You smile. He could tell his words had upset you, and while he didn't want to see you sad, you needed to know that Jackson wasn't going to change, and he'd be irrationally angry at her again, for something she did or didn't do.

“Do you two have plans for the weekend?” Hyunjin asks.

“Jackson wants to go out tomorrow.” You tell him.

Mhm, let me guess, to the club.

“He wants to go to the club with his friends.”

“Are you going to be joining him? It might be good for the two of you to get out together.” Hyunjin suggests.

“I asked if I could. But he said it was a boys' night.”

“Why not have a girls night?” He asks.

I'd love to run into you at the club. Take you home with me, where you'd be safe from him.

“You know what…” You pause, smiling. “That's a good idea. I wanna go to the club and get drunk too.”

“There you go. That's a plan.” Hyunjin laughs.

“Thank you, Dr. Hwang.” You smile. “I'm gonna go plan it now!”

“I told you, Y/N, call me Hyunjin. I hope you have a great time. I'll see you on Monday, at 6pm.” He laughs. The smile you had on your face was etched into his head. Fuck, he couldn't wait to see you on Saturday, even if you didn't know he was there.

Saturday night, Hyunjin makes his way to the club, later than anticipated but he was on the way to you regardless. He gets inside the building, the smell of sweat and alcohol surrounded him as he weaves through all the people grinding and drinking who were scattered around. His eyes are scanning the entire place, looking for one person in particular.

And when he finally spots that person, his heart flutters.

You look radiant, wearing your tight black dress, your hair and make up done. You were laughing as you danced with a friend, your own eyes scanning the bar, biting your lip as you looked for someone. Hyunjin sits in a booth, far enough away that you won't see him, but close enough that he can see you. He watches you take shot after shot, enjoying your night out. He enjoyed the fact that Jackson wasn't hovering around you, but it also pissed him off. You were currently in such a vulnerable state, anyone could take you away from him. In a split second things can change, and Hyunjin desperately wants to be that change. He wants to take you away from all the bad things in the world, especially Jackson.

He slowly sips his drink as he watches you stumbling around the dance floor. Jackson walks up to you, looking less than impressed by you. Hyunjin can see Jackson yelling at you as you sway, trying to pay attention but struggling. You look so unaffected by Jackson’s words, it was almost like you had just blocked him out instead of listening to him. He tells you to fuck off, before storming off, leaving you there alone.

Now. This was Hyunjin's chance. He finishes his drink, casually walking up to you, ignoring the many attempts of other women trying to get his attention. He was happily taken by you and would never stray.

“Y/N?” He whispers into your ear from behind you.

You spin around, trying to focus your eyes.

“Hyunjin?” You ask, squinting, moving your face closer to his.

“Hi.” He laughs. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fuuucking grand.” You slur, tripping over nothing.

“Woah, there.” Hyunjin laughs, grabbing onto you.

Your skin is so soft. So beautiful.

“Should I take you home?” He asks.

“N-no… my friend… is right there.” You hiccup, pointing behind Hyunjin. He glances behind him, seeing an angry looking girl coming towards them.

You turn around, waving to your friend. “Hey!” When you turn around again, Hyunjin is gone. “He…was just…here?” You mumble, completely forgetting you had seen him, moving on with your night.

“So, Y/N.” Hyunjin starts, just after you sit down on the couch across from him. “How was your girls' night?” He asks.

“It was a lot of fun! We ended up mixing our girls night with the guys night. It was a great time.” You smile.

“So no issues between you and Jackson, then?” He asks. He was confused. He saw Jackson yelling at you. There was no way the two of you were fine.

“I mean, there was a small one…” You trail off. “He got mad at me for drinking too much. In his words, I was blacked out.” You sigh. “I don't think I did. I remember everything.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “Speaking of remembering, were you there?” You whisper.

“Where?” Hyunjin asks, acting surprised. “At the club?”

You nod your head, biting your lip.

You're making me want to take you right on this couch. Stop teasing me, Y/N.

“No, No.” He laughs. “The club isn't so much my scene.”

“I swear I thought you were.” You laugh. “Maybe I was drunk.” You whisper.

“So are things tense between you and Jackson?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Oh no. We actually worked It out quite maturely.” You grin. “No yelling, no name calling. It was different. But it was so nice.”

“Well, that's great.” Hyunjin mumbles. He was annoyed now. He needed to keep planting the seed of you leaving him into your head, how the fuck is he supposed to do that if the two of you are getting along?

Hyunjin glances at his phone, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Everything okay?” You ask him.

“Uh, yeah. Just another patient. Do you mind if we end the session a few minutes early? I'm very sorry. She's very troubled.” Hyunjin explains.

“No problem! I'll see you on Wednesday.” You smile.

Yes, yes you will.

He watches you leave the room, closing the door behind you. He swipes the call on his phone, answering it. “What?” He snaps. “I told you never to bother me, Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings.” He spits.

“I know babe, I'm sorry.” His girlfriend whispers. “I just wanted to ask if you were going to be home for dinner.” She murmurs.

“Yeah, I'll be there soon. Just have to make a call. Sorry.” He sighs, hanging up the phone. He liked his girlfriend, sort of. She was someone who reminded him of you. That's the only reason he was with her. She was the closest version of you he could find, until he can have the real thing.

You.

Hyunjin opens his notebook that he uses for sessions that happened to be only filled with information about you. He flips to the page he needs, pulling out his phone to dial a number.

“Hello?” A voice on the other end answers.

“Hey… um is Y/N there?” Hyunjin asks.

“What?” The voice asks. “Who is this?”

“My name is, um, Paul. I met Y/N at the club on Saturday. I must have misdialed the number. My apologies.” Hyunjin says, a giant smile plastered on his face.

“Are you talking about L/N Y/N?” The person asks.

“Yeah? Who is this?” Hyunjin asks, matching the same concerned tone of voice.

“I'm her fucking boyfriend. Or I was.” He snaps, hanging up the phone.

Hyunjin slides the phone into his pocket before he gathers his belongings, heading home to someone like you.

One day it will be you.

On his way home that night, Hyunjin took a small detour to your house. He just wanted to see if his plan to bring you and Jackson further apart was working. He crept around the front of the house, going to one of his two usual windows. He peers in the living room and kitchen window, seeing Jackson screaming at you as you cry, trying to calm him down. He wouldn't even let you touch him. Hyunjin would never do that to you. He would never make you cry like that.

When Wednesday finally rolled around, Hyunjin was like a child waiting for Christmas. He was anxiously waiting for you to come into his office and tell him about the last few days. He had a very good feeling he knew what you were gonna say, but he needed to hear the words come out of your mouth. His eyes were glued to the doorknob, waiting for it to turn. And when it does, he puts on his professional face, waiting for you to come in. And when you do, you look distraught. Your face was red and puffy from crying, your lips were quivering as you shuffled towards the couch. Sitting down without saying a word.

“What's wrong, Y/N?” He asks.

Come on, Y/N, say it.

“It's just… I… um… oh god.” You sniffle.

Come on, baby.

“Take your time. Take a breath.” Hyunjin urges.

“I think… I'm going to break up with Jackson.” You whisper.

That's a good girl.

“Oh?” He says, acting surprised. “I thought things were okay with you both?”

“They were. But then he started accusing me of cheating on him!” You yell. “He said he got a call from some guy named Paul! I've never even met any Paul's in my life!”

“I'm so sorry, Y/N.” Hyunjin sighs. “You know, often when a partner accuses his or her spouse of cheating, they're projecting onto them what they're actually doing.”

“You think Jackson is cheating on me?” You cry.

“I'm sorry to say, it sounds like it.” Hyunjin tells you.

“Yeah I think I'm done. He's been so mean to me the last few days. I'm just heartbroken.

I'm not.

“I think that's your best decision, Y/N. You need to free yourself from the toxicity. Leave yourself open to what the universe has to offer you.” He says.

“I think the universe is telling me that I deserve no one.” You sniffle.

“Nothing, and no one is off limits to you, Y/N. You deserve the world and out there is a man who is waiting and willing to give it all to you.”

It's me. I'm that man.

“Maybe you're right. So you think I should leave him?” You ask, needing the extra push.

You should have left him the second you met me.

“Yes, I really do.” Hyunjin says.

“Okay.” You breathe. “I'm gonna do it today.”

God, I knew you were such a good fucking girl. That's my girl.

“I'll see you on Friday, okay?” He smiles. He hated that your sessions were only an hour. Most of the time he barely heard a word that came from your mouth, he was too busy admiring you and how absolutely perfect you were. You drove him crazy and you didn't even know it. He wanted to hug you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to make you feel better but you weren't his yet. He was so close to having you, and he could stop imagining all the things he wanted to know.

This was it. This was the moment he had been working towards for a year. The moment you were going to come in and tell him you ended things with Jackson, and then the second part of his plan would be able to begin.

You walked into his office looking like a ray of sunshine, as beautiful as ever.

“Good afternoon, Y/N.” Hyunjin grins. Nothing could ruin his mood.

“Good afternoon!” You say, happily.

“So.” He begins. “How did the break up go?”

“Well… Um… it didn't exactly happen.” You murmur.

Rage. Pure fucking rage.

“What do you mean?” He asks, his teeth gritted together.

“I told Jackson I wanted to break up. But he begged and pleaded for me to work things out with him. He promised he would get help. He actually suggested we move.” You smile. “So this weekend we're going to pack up the house and move about 12 hours away.”

The hell you fucking are.

“I don't think that's a good idea.” Hyunjin says.

“I just came today to thank you for everything over this past year. You've truly been a lifesaver.” You admit.

I'm about to be a life taker now.

“Well, I wish you all the best, Y/N.” Hyunjin says. You smile at him, getting up from the couch and leaving. If you thought this was the last you were seeing of him today, you were sorely mistaken. You didn't want to listen to him, now he had to take matters into his own hands. He took what he needed, leaving the rest. He no longer needed this room. He went straight to his apartment, his entire body fueling with nothing but pure fucking rage.

“Hi baby, you're home early.” His girlfriend smiles.

Fuck you. I don't need you anymore.

He walked up to her, pulling her in for a passionate kiss, guiding the two of them to the bedroom. He pushed her down on the bed, climbing up to hover over her giggling frame. He straddles her, gently caressing her face.

“I'm so sorry.” He whispers.

“For what?” She asks.

“I don't need you anymore.” He smiles. He takes both his hands, wrapping them around her neck, using all his strength to apply pressure. She trashes beneath him, clawing at him to let go of her throat and let her breath. But he can't do that. Not until he's done. He watches her eyes, relishing in the view of life slowly leaving her body as she slowly stops fighting him until she lays there, lifeless.

Hyunjin lets out a deep breath, admiring his handiwork for just a second. He had one other person to go see now, and he hoped to god that you would be there to witness it.

Hyunjin stood outside your house. Some of the lights were off, and the house was relatively quiet. He knew you never locked your back door, it was a bad habit you had. He'd have to retrain you. As quietly as he could, he opened the door, leaving it open. He crept through the back house, making his way to the kitchen, where he saw Jackson packing things up. You must be packing somewhere else or gone to bed early. Hyunjin grips the knife in his hand, peering around the corner. He needed to wait for Jackson to be facing away from where he stood. The element of surprise gave him an even bigger adrenaline rush than if he was to just attack. So he waited. He waited.

And waited.

Until it was late, and he hadn't seen you in a while. He assumed you had gone to bed, leaving Jackson alone to finish packing up the kitchen. Hyunjin slowly emerged from the shadows, tiptoeing towards the man who faced away from him. As he gets closer, he rushes towards Jackson, knife first, plunging it deep into his back.

Jackson lets out a loud yelp, as Hyunjin pushes it into him deeper. “Fuck!” Jackson screams. Hyunjin pushes him down to the floor, stabbing him over and over again, his blood splattering from his body. Jackson didn't even try and fight him back, it was almost as though he just accepted his fate and imminent death. He couldn't stop, he had so much pent up rage for Jackson, he continued stabbing Jackson’s already lifeless body, until he felt like he could be done. He stands up, breathing heavily, pushing his hair back with his hand covered in blood.

Now there was nothing that could get in his way of being with you. He walks towards the bedroom, knife in hand. You were sleeping so peacefully, completely unaware of what Hyunjin had just done to your boyfriend.

He moves the chair in your room closer to your side of the bed. He sits down, slouching in the chair twiddling the knife between his fingers as he watches you sleep. You must be having a bad dream. He watches as you toss and turn in the bed, murmuring random words, your face full of panic. He just wants to ease your troubles and your worries.

It took you a while, but you shoot up in bed, gasping for air, clutching your chest as it heaves while you try to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Jac…” You begin, clearing your throat. “Jackson.” You call out. Even in the dark Hyunjin can see the tears spilling from your eyes.

“Jackson!” You call out again, after receiving no answer.

“He's not available at the moment.” Hyunjin murmurs. Your eyes go wide as you turn your head, seeing Hyunjin sitting in your room.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper.

“I came here and did what you weren't strong enough to do.” Hyunjin says. “I took care of your problem. I did what you couldn't do.”

“What do you mean?” You gasp. “What problem?”

“Jackson!” Hyunjin snaps. “You were doing so well following my directions, and then you decided to stay with him. Why would you do that?”

“What?” You ask. You were having a hard time trying to wrap your brain around what he was saying.

“If you had broken up with him, none of this would have ever happened.” Hyunjin says. “You wouldn't have made me do what I did.”

“What did you do to him?” You ask him.

“It doesn't matter. What matters is that you and I can finally be together.” Hyunjin smiles, standing up from the chair. He walks up to you, sitting on the bed beside you. “Nothing can come in between us now.” He whispers, gently caressing your face. He leans in, closing his eyes, so close to pressing his lips to yours.

But you pull away from him, you look disgusted. “Please just go, Hyunjin. Please.” You cry.

“I can't! It's you and me against the world, now.” He whispers.

“I don't want to hurt you. But if you fight me, I just might have too.” Hyunjin whispers, wiping away your tears. “Do you understand?” He asks, placing the knife between the two of you. “I love you.”

You glance down, nodding your head.

“Say it back!” He snaps. “Say you love me. Is it that hard? I just need you to say you love me.”

You look down at the knife covered in blood, panic setting in. “I… I love you.” You whisper. It was like music to his ears. He had yearned to hear you finally say that to him. He strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“That's a good girl.”

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fictionalslvr · 1 year ago

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Part two part three

SYNOPSIS:Ghost is your new neighbor in your apartment complex, everyone is afraid of him, but not you. You're the only one to be kind with him.

PAIRING: (Based of comic but that's not 100% canon) Simon Riley neighbor x F¡Reader

WORD COUNT:3.500k

WARNINGS: Fluffy, angst, mentions of blood, war, s.a (not directly) etc.

NOTES:Ghost past is based on his comics, i'll prob make this one a mini serie (if you guys like), a lot different then what i usually write for, but i hope you guys enjoy without being what you guys are used on this blog, i'm planning to write both, angst and smut, even mix them sometimes. So, i hope you guys enjoy :(

(And again, tell me if there's something wrong, english is not my first language.)

It’s been a long while since you lived alone, and it’s been a very comfortable life since then. At first, it made you feel uneasy, after a long while, you were getting used to it, and having a place to call yours it’s everything you wanted before. Your apartment is cozy, organized with things you like, and you always try your best to keep it clean. The neighborhood is quite calm as well, you were living peacefully in this apartment complex.

That was until a new neighbor came in. He was a tall guy, he had a mysterious aura around him, it’s the quiet type and you don’t hear him speaking so often, actually, you never heard. To be honest, he doesn’t stay in his apartment too much, it’s the one above you, and hearing him it’s unusual. Maybe it is his work that keeps him so far for too long, you can’t say exactly what he works with, since you don’t know him properly. The only thing you know is that he keeps his face a mystery, always walking with a black balaclava that shows only his eyes, and this is a mystery you were dying to get to know. One day, while walking back to your humble home, you took the same elevator as the new neighbor, the silence that creeps out is weird, and you keep your eyes everywhere, but not on him. The silence was bizarre, and it seemed like it was going to take forever! When the elevator door opens in your floor, you can only rushes out of that tiny place with that man, that almost make you hyperventilate.

He looked calm during it, laying his back in the walls while his arms were crossed and he was looking distracted. With a quick but gentle movement, you just nod your head to him when leaves, he looks surprised by it, and nods back after some seconds staring at you. The metal door closes slowly, showing no more his figure.

But your encounters with him were always like this. Some head nods and sometimes a smile from your part, But the mystery this man is, no one knows him well enough for a talk, and this was making you insane, All days, you caught yourself thinking about him, how his voice sounded like, how his face is behind that mask, what he works with, what is his name, his age..things like that kept haunting your thoughts. Until one day, you decided to make a slight move, asking for some ingredient would be a great way to hear his voice, and maybe later baking him something to give it to him.

You sigh, you heard some footsteps, he must be home today. You knock on the door, gently with your hands shaking. It doesn’t take too much until your ears peak with the sound of him getting close to the door. His figure appears when he opens just half of the door.

—”May I help you?” —His voice is raspy, calm and relaxed at the same time. You notice how he has a strong British accent. From this distance, you can smell his scent, it’s strong and smells like whiskey and cigarettes, it’s oddly…comforting.

—”Sorry for bothering, I'm the neighbor below, I just want to know…if you have some sugar to give, by any chance.” —With a cute smile, you show him a little bowl in your hands that he can put the sugar in, the man narrows his eyes at you and nods.

—”Yes, I do. wait a minute.” — His fingers brush against yours when he takes the bowl in your hands and goes inside for a while. He leaves the door slightly open, and you just wait outside hearing his heavy footsteps around the house. When he’s back, your little bowl is filled with sugar, and he gives it back to you, his fingers brushing yours again.

—”Thanks, this will help a lot. I’m making cookies…would you like some?” — Your gentle voice was hard to ignore, he slowly nodded, and you can hear a little chuckle escaping his lips. It’s very good to hear, you felt your heart skipping a beat, he’s leaning against the door frame, looking at you.

—”Thanks for the sugar, I'm [name] by the way." —He keeps silent for a while, like he’s listening to your voice attentively.

—”It was nothing. I’m glad to help you, [name].”—You were expecting that he would say his name, but he just tries your name on his tongue. The tense ambient between you two is noticeable when the silence is back. You can only hum softly and look away.

—’What is…your name?”

—Simon. Call me Simon.”

—”Oh…okay Simon, thanks again and pleasure to meet you. Goodbye!”—Was a short talk, but it was enough to make your heart flutter with the warmth of his voice. You wave at him and he waves back, then all you can see is his back turning, his figure fading inside his house.

Quickly, you made your way back, still shivering a little, scared that he might think you’re weird. With a loud sigh, you close the door behind you, feeling safe inside your home. You know his name now…Simon. His voice is raspy and deep, and yet, makes you feel like you want to hear this voice every morning, the warmth of his body so close, his dark eyes staring at you making your legs weak. Everything about him didn't sound cold as they describe him.

He wasn’t that cold, deep and dark, no. He sounded so sweet and endearing to you, you just wish you could meet him better, talk to him more, listen to his voice, feel his presence towering at you, his expressions that you can only understand by his eyes, and you find this very beautiful, understand his feeling through his eyes, hear his warm chuckle filling the hall and not leaving your ears. It was memorable, even if it looked silly or too short. You felt really happy for doing that ‘move’.

Your kitchen is filled by a sweet smell, it’s the cookies you baked, with cute gloves around your hands, you take the plate with cookies and blow the steam off softly, Okay…you should give this to Simon now. You left a cute note too, that says ‘Enjoy the cookies, i hope its good :D’

After one hour of your visit, Simon doesn't stop thinking about his neighbor. You're sweet, you're the only one in this complex that had the courage to talk to him, the other ones just look at him from afar and give him some judgmental glances. But you...you came to talk, and was smiling too! That definitely means you're not afraid of him, that you're willing to talk to him even when he's using that balaclava all the time. His thoughts are interrupted by some knock on his door, and weirdly…he hopes it's you again. He walks to the door and opens, with some kind of rush, but he doesn't see your cute smiling figure, no…he looks everywhere and there's no sight of you, but looking down, he finds a little plate painted with flowers, there's some cookies on it and a note too. He bends his body down a little and smiles through the balaclava. Picking up the plate, he can sense the smell of the warm cookies, it's still a bit hot, the steam in the air, blowing a delightful scent. He enters his apartament again, closing the door with his feet as he looks at the cookies in his hands, they look delicious. Simon starts to read the post-it in the plate, it has a message for him

"Enjoy the cookies, i hope it's good :D"

-[Name]

That's cute, he thought. It takes a chuckle out of him. His stomach starts to snore in hunger, that smell filling his brain and all he can think about is…why is she being so nice? No one in this complex was ever this nice with him, somehow, they seem to be scared of him, disgusted, or even feel pity for him. But being kind? She's the first one and all he can think about is the reasons she's doing this. He's a stoic soldier, who works a lot, doesn't stay at home too much, smells of whiskey and cigarettes, he doesn't show his face, he's tall, looks scary…why is she not afraid of Simon? He sighs and shakes his head. Sitting on his couch with a loud sigh, he rests his head back while eating her cookies, it's indeed delicious as the smell, it's house made and tastes like love. He can't help but leave a joyful hum at the taste.

—"Why is this so good?" —He talks to himself, that seems a little crazy, but he's his only company for a long while, so he's used to this. She could have poisoned him with these cookies, but no, her intentions were good. He's a cautious man, always thinking of his work, and his work only. But now? He can only taste these good cookies and wish for more, he wishes he could taste a lot of things that she made, seeing her cooking would be adorable, and the taste and smell of it only fills his heart with love, the love he never experienced before. Simon caught himself thinking of being with her, on her apartment, seeing her cook while she mumbles a song to herself, moving her body along the kitchen so cutely, he can't help but think that he wants this for his life, this peaceful mind for once, being at easy, without all the fear his work provides. And for once, rest his mind.

But she's only a kind neighbor, he shouldn't be thinking of this. He shouldn't be thinking of coming back after a long mission, and seeing her lips curling into a smile, feeling her little arms hugging him because she missed him too much, he doesn't have this. And he thinks he didn't even deserve this peace. All the people he killed with his hands, the blood he dropped, the fear in people's gaze when he's around, he's not the one who should be at a comfort in home, happy and living good, no. He thinks he doesn't deserve this at all. She's probably just being kind, why would she enjoy his company after all? He doesn't have anything good in him, he's only a stoic man, with scars, a bad past and a hard work to do that makes his hands dirty. He's sure a man like him doesn't have this.

As for you, you didn't want to bother him with your presence again, so you just left the cookies on his door, rushing back to the elevator when you knocked on the door. You wish you could see his reaction, but you don't want to disturb his peace once more, talking a lot while he just listens. You really wish he liked it. While you're on your couch, your legs are moving up and down quickly, in a nervous movement, you can't help but bite your nails, your other fingers fidgeting on your lap, as your mind is full of thoughts about his reaction. Will he like it? What if he finds you annoying? What if he finds you weird and doesn't want you around? Gosh, your mind is tricking yourself. You sigh loudly and decide to try some sleep, this will maybe put your mind at ease once, meeting new people wasn't that easy for you.

By the morning, you woke up, not from the sunlight on your body, flashing on your eyes, not from the discomfort in your back from your sleeping positions, not from your cat resting in your tummy, none of this. But, you woke up by the sound of a knock in your door, a single one, who could be this early? You get up, leaving your little cat resting now in the bed, the sunlight keeping her warm. Your vision is still a little blurry, you rub your eyes with your fingers and walk to the door, opening without thinking too much about it, and the sight of who’s here messes your mind, making your vision immediately fix alone and your mind races, the sleep left your body.

—”Sorry for appearing so early. I am…going to work. And just wanted to say thanks for the cookies last night, they were delicious.” —Simon spoke softly, he seems not sleepy at all now, but his baggy eyes show that maybe he didn’t sleep, that’s why he’s so energetic now. You blush softly, his voice is even more deep in the morning, that British accent never leaving his tongue as he speaks.

—”Oh, that’s okay, I'm glad you liked it, Simon.” —Your voice sounded dragged by the remaining sleep, but you managed to give him a little smile. You want to know what he works with to leave this early.

—”I can see you were sleeping, sorry.” —Simon looks away, scratching the back of his neck even with the balaclava, scratching the silk of it. You look at your body and notice you're with your pajamas, it’s an old one, that is now short for you, and you can’t help but blush for Simon seeing you like this.

—”Don’t worry about it. Would you…like some coffee?” —You try to change the subject, hoping he won’t talk about your pajamas. A silence stays for a long while, Simon looks into your eyes, he’s surprised about your offer and it's visible. He can only nod and mumbles under his breath. He knows that he shouldn't be accepting this, he doesn’t deserve to have a calm breakfast, with someone who doesn't look at him disgusted by his acts, someone that is too innocent, that doesn't know what those hands did, what his ears listened to, what his eyes saw. For a brief second, he had a flashback of his past, everything he did. You're kind because you don’t know this man, don’t know the danger he could be to someone so innocent like you, who could literally break you with those blood painted hands.

You invite him inside, he’s now on your table, tapping his fingers on your table, as your figure is with you back turned to him, making coffee. This house is so cozy, warm and…a bit feminine, he could say. Simon looks in every detail, noticing how there's a lot of photos of you with what seems to be your family. You have someone that cares about you, everything he had vanished like dust, you’re so lucky for having a family. He wonders, if your family would take care of him too, if they would accept him like a son, and yet…he doesn’t have nothing with you, just some small talk. Maybe he is only overthinking. Your voice snaps him out of a trance, while he looks at your photos around the house.

—”How do you like your coffee? With sugar?”—He drives his attention to you again, who’s looking at him from your shoulder. He likes sugar, it’s something that can distract him from his bitter life.

—”With sugar, please.” —And after a while, in a good and comforting silence, you pour the coffee in two cups, putting one in front of the man on her table. He looks so much bigger than her chair, it’s a little funny, in a good way. The steam flows from their cups as Simon looks down to it, his face is hard to read, after all, only his eyes appear. Then, you caught yourself wondering, how he would drink the coffee with that balaclava.

—”I won’t look, i promise.”—You looks away, while blowing the steam and taking a sip of your coffee to disguise your nervous manner, bad idea, it was hot as hell, it burn your tongue, and you hiss in pain, dropping the cup back into the table quickly, happily, it didn’t break, You make a pout with your lips, your tongue hurts a lot now.

—”Oh, are you…okay?” —Simon left everything he was thinking behind and walked in front of you. He kneels down to level his height, since you’re sitting in the chair. His figure bends down to yours, his hands are shaking when he touches your arm slightly, like he’s afraid to make you uncomfortable.

—”Is’h okay…”—Your voice sounds weird, since your tongue hurts, you can’t speak properly. Simon takes a cup from your sink and pour the sink water on it, it’s not cold, neither hot. He kneels back, looking up to your eyes and giving you the cup with water.

—”Here, warm water will help.” —You do as he advises and drink the water without hesitation. The burden sensation easen a little, he seems to know what to do in this kind of situation.

—”How did you knew…thanks.”—Deciding to interrupt your question, you just say thanks to him. He looks right into your eyes, his expression seems softer a little, seeing you’re a little better.

—”My job…makes me learn how to prepare yourself for all kinds of situations.” —He talks a little about his job, not revealing what exactly it is. You look down at him, keeling down on his knees while looking worried about you, his hands still shaking, wandering on his knees, not touching you to make you uncomfortable. After all he passed through, he wouldn’t want someone like you to feel the same.

—”Thanks, it helped somehow. You’re really prepared for this.”

—”It’s my job to protect people. We have our ways to do so.” —Simon gets up from the ground and walks back to his chair, in front of you, slightly he lifts up his balaclava, revealing only his mouth and drinks a sip. The coffee it's not as hot as it was before. In a sign of respect, you look away, not wanting to invade his privacy, and he appreciates this a lot. After the burden sensation ends, you drink your now cold coffee, both in silence as you look away all the time, even with the curiosity to see his lips, you won’t do it. And by his words, you can guess what he works with…maybe he’s a doctor, a firefighter…a military?

—”The coffee is delicious, thanks for this.”—He feels himself going back to when his mom was alive, she was the only one who would really care about him, making him coffee…and this moment reminds him about her. It still hurts. A lot. He sighs softly, and you can say he’s thinking about something, but you won’t ask.

—”You often stay a lot of days out for work, no? Seems like a hard job.”

—”A very hard one, everything I do, changes a life. Big choices, big responsibilities…”

—”I understand…at least, I hope you can rest when you’re at home.”

—”It depends. I don’t really have any time to rest.” —You can hear Simon sigh, he’s really tired of this job. You still look away, not seeing his lips exposed a little. This moment, it’s the first one he could rest, even for a bit, not rest his body, but rest his mind.

—”And…will you stay out for days this time?”

—”Who knows.”

It’s not a question, it’s a statement. What a bad life he has, staying out for days, and when he’s back, he can’t even rest his mind. This moment, he wishes he could live like this forever, hearing your soft voice as you look around to respect his privacy, he didn’t even need to ask for, you knew somehow. Your cozy and warm apartment, it’s a lot different from his, his is almost empty, boring, sad. But yours? Had memories, life, and happiness. He wishes he could stay there forever. And he knows his duty, saving the world, saving citizens, or he could say…killing lives on exchange to save others. Making his hands dirty, so no one would need to do, only to see people like you, who has a family, a happy life, a rested mind, that’s why he does his job, so people like you can live without worries. In exchange, he sees things horrific, he hears screams in his ears that live on his mind, his body ends up tired and sore from all of this, just to see your smile on your face. He had a terrible childhood, he fought for his life, lost everything that was dear to him, in order to keep the peace in the world. In order to meet you, to see your brilliant smile. At least, he likes to think that way, this makes his life less insignificant, it’s like he’s a hero, when he knows he’s not. It’s just better to see this way, and hope it’s the truth, hope it’s not his imagination, trying to make him less guilty for everything he did all his life.

#fanfic #fictionalslvr #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #call of duty #fluffy #light angst #angst

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rayaswrittings · 1 year ago

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What friends are for

Pairing: Sam Golbach x Fem!Best friend reader

Summary: After seeing all your friends with their partners, you start to realize you don’t know how to do some of the things they do and get pretty nervous to ask about it. But don’t worry, you have a best friend who’ll teach you.

Warnings: Mature language, Kissing, Choking, moaning, semi public, idiots in love, etc. (not proof read!!! Sorry for mistakes!)

Forget.

They all forget you as soon as their around. They all leave once they have someone. It all happened so fast; your once childhood best friends, left you alone, not a care in the world they were almost all you had. One minute you were laughing with your best friends, and the next you were sitting alone while they ran off to their boyfriends. You didn’t understand, what did they have that you didn’t? Were you not enough? God, you were so jealous of them. You wanted a boyfriend—you wanted someone to look at you like that.

Like you’d been someone’s world.

Sometimes you wondered if you’d ever talk to your friends again, or at least when you’d talk to them. It hurt that they left you that easily, because you knew you’d never do that to them. It was so easy for them, alluring guys like it was nothing. You were so awkward, you didn’t even want to look a man in the eye. Especially the boy you had liked for so long.

While your friends found their partners, they were almost positive yours had been right in front of you. The boy you’d stay up all night thinking about, the boy you’d go to war for, the boy you grew up with.

Sam Golbach.

He was the sweetest boy you’d ever met. He treated you with respect and would often stare at you when you painted—he always said he admired your ability to detach from reality. Sam never left you alone, even if you tried to hide from him, he’d always find you. He checked on you daily, and it was clear to other men to never touch you the wrong way. Your crush had started only about a month after you had turned 16, being as your emotions and hormones were done developing. You were friends with Colby first but it wasn’t long before you met Sam too. You caught yourself staring at him daily, fantasizing about what it would feel like to have his lips on yours. It felt so weird—you felt so weird thinking of him that way.

But you couldn’t stop it.

Now, you were sat in front of your favorite spot in the groups shared summer house. The roof where you and Sam would often go to talk about your shitty days. You leaned forward on the bench while you hummed, trying your best to calm yourself down from the breakdown you’d just had. It sucked because you knew you had to grow up. You had to find your person sooner or later.

“What’s wrong with you?” The voice almost instantly made you come back to reality, snapping your head in the direction it came from. Of course it’s him you couldn’t help but think, sighing as the tall figure came to sit next to you. He had a white claw in his hand, urging it to you but you shook your head. Usually, you’d be up for a drink or two, but definitely not today. “Something is definitely wrong. You never turn down a drink after seeing your parents”

He was right, you hated seeing your parents lately. They’d only ever asked about if you had met someone, or if you had decided what to do after your gap year before figuring out your actual future career. You hated that he knew you so well, like his eyes could read you like an open book. “It’s nothing, Sam” His eyebrows furrow at his name leaving your mouth, you weren’t even looking at him.

“Is it your parents?” You didn’t answer, hoping he’d just let it go but obviously he wouldn’t. It was Sam, he wasn’t going to let you off that easy. “Did someone hurt you?”

“No. Why do you always jump to that conclusion?” He fell silent at your words, unsure of what to do next. He’d usually be all you needed to feel better, but today was so much different. His shoulder nudged yours and you looked at the boy, except he didn’t say anything.

He just sat there with a small smile plastered to his face, like he was wanted you to return it. Even upset you still did, a laugh leaving your lips as you shook your head. “Talk to me, lemon” that nickname, the nickname he’d given you when you were only juniors in high school. It was given to you because it was white literally how he met you, not by Colby—but by fighting over the last lemon cake at lunch.

You won, Obviously.

You hesitated, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You wanted to tell him, but did you really? Maybe it was better to get this off your chest. It was a horrible idea. Sam was your best friend, but he was also the boy you had a crush on since you were young, and you were terrified to open up to him.

“I’m just… it feels—I don’t know, Sam” You struggle to find the words, his eyes still on you the entire time you thought. “My friends all jumped into their relationships like it was nothing—what if I can’t do that? I don’t know how to do anything”

“Don’t know how to do what?” You urge him, nodding your head and moving your hands in different directions to try and explain but it only confused him more. “Would you just tell me?” You rolled your eyes.

“Like…you know” His eyebrows furrowed and you sighed, accepting your defeat. “I don’t know how to kiss, or anything like that” you looked away from him, afraid he’d laugh at you. In a perfect world, you’d wish you didn’t have to tell him, but you knew he wouldn’t let this go—much less let you cry about it. “It’s embarrassing—I know. I wasn’t supposed to tell you I just—“”

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N” Your eyes didn’t dare to meet his, even when his hand rested on your shoulder. It was embarrassing, whether he thought so or not. You felt so weird telling him these things, telling him how you were useless when it came to this. “Do you…want me to teach you?” That’s when your head turned to look at him, noticing his nervous tone in voice but his eyes were sincere. He didn’t like seeing you upset, and he’d do whatever he could to make you happy.

“Like…kiss me?” You trail and he nods his head, your stomach falling into a pit at his words. “Y-you’d kiss me?” He chuckles at your soft voice, your nervousness becoming very visible now. She’s so cute when she’s nervous the boys mind ran thought after thought while you stared at him, hoping he wasn’t joking.

“Your my best friend… I just want to help you” Your heart jumped, eyes slightly lighting up at his proposal. He wants to kiss me! You couldn’t help but smile small, head dropping for a second to hide it. His hand cupped your face gently, bringing it back up to look at him. “Looks like we’ll be practicing after all, huh?”

“This’ll probably suck…” You try to stall but he was already leaning down, his lips brushing against your own waiting for you to take the final step. You were so nervous, but man, you wanted to kiss him so badly. With the largest amount of courage in you, you leaned up a little further, lips attaching to his.

This must’ve been a dream. Not only was this your first kiss, but you were kissing him. You were kissing Sam Golbach. It felt surreal, your best friend of so many years—he wanted to kiss you, he wanted to help you. You sat there for what felt like forever, thoughts running wild at the feeling of his soft lips against yours. His hand fit perfectly against your face, pulling you slightly back and your lips felt empty without his, a sigh leaving your chest.

“Was it bad…” you ask with hesitation, his eyes not being easy to read. You were afraid you’d embarrassed yourself, afraid he’d judge you. You should have known he would never do that.

“That was your first kiss?” You nod, your eyes still searching his for his opinion. “Could’ve fooled me” You watched him closely while he laughed, how his face changed and his sweet demeanor was now very noticeable. You felt at the ease—you knew in that moment he’d never judge you. “You did so good, just one thing” you raise your eyebrows but before you could say anything, his face was leaning down closer to your own, probably until his breath tickled your ear. “Your eager, slow down a little” Usually that would have made you sad, but you couldn’t ignore the tingling feeling between your legs every time he spoke.

“Sorry…” you feel his finger tips glide against your bare thigh, his free hand cupping your face gently. You couldn’t wait, you wanted to kiss him now. You didn’t have time to talk before you leaned into him, catching his lips in your own earning a small noise from him. A shiver shot up your spine at the sweet sound, hand now laid against his thigh for balance. “Your…” You try to choke out between breaths and kisses but it was almost impossible, breathing out your own air and then breathing his in.

“I’m what, Lemon?” He asks in a teasing tone, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You didn’t bother to pull away from him, only moving your faces a few inches apart so your lips still dared to brush against one another’s.

“Your so good at this…” your forehead fell against his and your eyes shut, fingers finding his own. He had never heard so much love in your voice, seen so much love in your eyes, he was so in love with you. How could you be so blind? You should have known by the way he kissed you. His lips were soft and delicate against yours, making sure he wasn’t pushing you too far. His scent was filling your nose fast and you knew you couldn’t stay here much longer. You would go absolutely feral over your best friend. “One more time?”

A smirk pulls at his lips while his hand cups your face once again, leaning into the beautiful girl in front of him with ease. She let her hands roam to his hair, lips beginning to move against his. His heart was pounding hard. He needed you to see him, he needed you to be his.

The small sound that slipped from your mouth had made his ears perk high, lips starting to move against your own harder then before. What was life? You never thought you’d be sitting here, practically making out with your best friend. That same undeniably attractive scent clouded your nose once again and you could feel the tips of your ears brim with heat, fighting against your own body to not pull his closer.

“Sammy” you pull away before it can get too heated, although his nicknames comes out in a slight Moan and you notice his expression matched yours. His eyes were beaming with desire just as your own, and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy just thinking of him. You had to leave. You had to leave before you did something really bad. “I-I… I have to go” You rushed to your feet but he grabbed your arm, eyes narrowing to search yours. Did he scare you away? Was he not good? Why were you running?

“Did I do something?” He asks, slightly nervous you might say yes. You shake your head and pick up the shoes you had took off, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Y/N-“

“Thanks for helping me… I’ll see you around” You left before he could say anything else, the heat in your body burning as you walked down the stairs, farther and farther. Sam still sat on the roof, loss for words as his lips tingled from the sudden loss of contact.

He couldn’t help but sit and question himself, reasons on top of reasons that might’ve been the reason you left so fast, but none of them felt right. The force between you, the love in your eyes… he felt it too.

but why did you run?

#sam and colby #sam golbach fanfic #sam golbach smut #sam and colby smut #sam golbach #xplr #xplr club #sam and colby fanfiction #colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock angst #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fic #colby brock fluff #colby x reader #fluff

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horreurscopes · 2 months ago

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so after months of apartment hunting hell and many rejections from apartments i fell in love with that hurt more than any romantic breakup i have ever had, i moved into a new place about two months ago and i thought i would love it but there were many little things here and there that were obscured from me during the tour and it's not working out and it's making me so incredibly unhappy (unresponsive management, loud neighbors, and it's so filthy from the last tenants [bathtub has jets??? which i thought was sick until i found out they were full of biofilm because they have never been cleaned out and yes i have disgusting pictures] and it's really dark because it's north facing and has scaffolding around it and the broker just made stuff up about the scaffolding being about to be taken down but it seems its just not going to come off because it's cheaper for the owners to have the scaffolding there to comply with safety law than it is to actually fix whatevers wrong with the building) anyway. so now, a really cool gorgeous place that's significantly cheaper and SO sunny and much better that i immediately fell in love with went up on streeteasy, so i thought, hey, it will be super mega tough to pull off but i can probably transfer my lease (wherein you find someone to take over the contact and are free of it) and move again, but then the listing agent messaged me that the current tenants had decided to stay and i was bummed out because the same thing had happened to me months ago during the beginning of my search with another place i really liked, so i looked it up and hey, turns out last time it happened it was the same leasing agent. so what i think is happening is that because it's such a desirable place at such a low cost, the broker probably has too many people who want it and just brushed me off with a lie because they can just do whatever they want. so i pretend i didn't see the cancellation email and show up to the building anyway, and ring the apartment number, and im LET IN but when i go up the stairs and walk into the place turns out it was true and the tenant's friend IS taking the apartment and they're like oh we're so sorry the broker was supposed to cancel ): and I'm like oohhhh nooo...... oh well! because at least i got closure lol

but i shit you not, as im walking out the tenants yell at me through the window to come back in because they JUST heard from their friend that he backed out and actually, the apartment is back on the market, and im the only person who knows and has seen it. so i stay for a solid hour just talking to the tenants who let me know the #honest ins and outs of the place, and that the broker basically did nothing (what is new) because they took the pictures in the listing and the guy hadnt even stepped foot in the place.

anyway it's a great story, kismet meant to be etc, im imagining my entire life in that apartment, until i realize i can't move in because the broker's fee that *im* supposed to pay (on top of first month + security deposit, which i would've had to figure out/loan out anyway because i definitely don't have enough money to put those payments in before getting the security deposit and rent refund for the rest of the month back from the CURRENT place) is fifteen (15)(IX) FIFTEEN percent of the annual rent. fifteen percent of the annual rent. FIFtEEn PercEnt. Of The Annual Rent. For Doing Nothing. so long story short i briefly thought I'd try to fundraise like $7k for all of moving expenses but then i deflated like a depressurized blob fish..... the unstoppable force of panache grit and scrappiness alone will get you far but it's not enough against the immovable object that is nyc capitalism. hashtag american dream hashtag bootstraps

#IT WOULD'VE BEEN A GREAT STORY

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neoballsucker · 11 months ago

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SAY MY NAME

Summary : complaining to your friend about working overtime for extra work with the office's crush

Pair : mingi x fem!reader

Genre : office AU , SMUT

Warnings : semi public sex , pet names (princess baby etc.) , unprotected sex , soft Dom!mingi , cum play , fingering , blowjob

words count : 1.3k

A/N : I'm still really bad at that I'm sorry 😭😭

Mingi was a really popular guy in your office

He was handsome respectful

He was the meaning of perfection

A Lot of girls had a crush on him you can't deny you didn't grow a little crush on him since you knew him he was attractive his deep voice made you melt everytime you hear it

You didn't know if he was single or taken it wasn't really your business a lot of women from the office tried flirting with him women older than him and younger than him it was embarrassing how he just refused to go out with them but can you blame them he was handsome and a gentleman man

“I really wanna ask him out but I don't really know how he rejects everyone” your friend sighs in disappointment

“Maybe it's because he has someone in his life?” You chunkles at your friend's disappointment

“It's okay babe he's not the only man out there you know that right” you try to comfort her patting on her back softly

“You're right but he's just…so handsome and cute, his girlfriend must me so lucky to have him”

“Yeah you're right he's handsome I agree but c'mon there are alot of men out there I'm sure they'll be better than him”

“Yeah it's okay whatever” she rolls her eyes

“Anyways wanna come to the club with me after work?”

You sigh deeply in disappointment “oh well… the manager told me I have to stay overtime because I still have some work to do”

“Oh damn that must be lame will you be alone or…?” She asks and pats your back softly

“I don't know probably…I hope so tho i don't want some nasty old men with me for overtime”

She chuckles at your comment “yeah I agree some of these old men are really lame I'd rather be alone too” you just nod and return your gaze to your computer

Time skips everybody left it was only you…that's what you thought until you heard footsteps you rolled your eyes thinking it was one of the old men until you heard his voice

“Hi umm is anyone there?” He said clearing his throat…it was mingi

“Oh yeah…hi mingi” you smiled and waved

“Oh hi y/n you also here for overtime?”

“Yeah unfortunately “ you sigh in disappointment and rolled your eyes

“Anyways work hard I believe in you” he winks and smiles softly

You didn't answer him you were just starting at him…maybe more than you should

He noticed it and chuckles “someone is in love I see” you shake your head “ahh no sorry I was just spacing out” you said and chuckled nervously “yeah I see it's okay you're to the first one to ‘space out’ talking to me” you roll your eyes “I can't blame them” you chuckles as you feel his body leaning closer “so do you think I'm handsome too?” You feel his body closer his voice getting deeper you swallow hard as you feel heat raise in your body pool was created in your underwear as you feel his lips on yours his lips were so soft and nice it tastes like strawberry it was sweet your eyes close slightly as you feel his hands on your waist as he pulls you closer to his tall figure you didn't want this moment to stop you felt him unbuttoning your shirt something in you told you to stop him but instead you helped him take off your shirt as your shirt was removed on the floor he cups one of your breasts as you moan into the kiss it felt like heaven it was good it felt unreal as you feel him take off your laced bra exposing your breasts you knew it was wrong doing it in a workplace he knew it was wrong doing it in a work place but who cares now?

He pulls out of the kiss going lower to the level of your breasts as you feel one of your nipples in his mouth and the other between his fingers squeezing it you press your lips together as trying to hold your loud moans until you couldn't anymore you started moaning as you feel his fingers massaging your entrance the pleasure was too much for you.

“Will you please be quiet for me princess?”

“Y-yes I ca-” you couldn't even continue the sentence until you felt his finger inside you your eyes roll back as his fingers stretch your hole you try to moan but it got stuck in your throat as you cries out and whine

“If you can't take one of my fingers probably how are you going to take my dick princess huh?” You hide your face in your hands embarrassed as your ears slightly turn red from the embarrassment

“I-i will handle your dick mingi” your voice is shakey your vision getting blurry as you feel yourself near climax

“C-can I cum…please” as you said that you feel your hole empty whining that you couldn't cum

“Do you wanna make a mess in the office princess?” you shake your head and just roll your eyes

“Use your words baby”

“No mingi I don't but like please.. please can you fuck me” you begged it was embarrassing when you think about it but he looked just too hot to resist

“Alright fine then…it will be a quick one though” you nodded with a cocky smile on your face as he pushes you on a chair unbuckling and discharging his pants while you take off your skirt

“Open wide for me princess and don't forget to say my name” he chuckles softly as he settles between your legs teasing your entrance with his tip

“No teasing mingi please” as you said that you felt his dick inside you

You bite your lower lips trying to hold the urge to moan

“A-ahh mingi oh please faster” your voice was shakey it came out more of a moan than a proper sentence you can feel the smirk on his face even if your eyes are closed

“Oh fuck you're so tight princess pussy only made for me don't you think so ?”

“Y-yes mingi yes”

“You look so pretty all fucked like that pussy so tight yet taking me so well”

“I'm about to cum please can I cum?”

“Of course princess what are you waiting for” as you heard his words you released it all your eyes rolls back your grip on his hair gets tight as you feel him pull out of you

“Get on your knees for me baby” his voice was low it makes what to do whatever he asks you whatever it was you get on your knees between his legs taking a deep breath as you feel the tip tapping on your mouth you open your mouth as he puts his dick in your mouth, you start bobbing your head up and down as you hear his moans and groans you feel his dick hitting the back of your throat as you try to not choke on it

He groans as he releases his seeds in your mouth some of it on the corner of your lips but you swallow whatever was in your mouth for now he wipes the cum off the corners of your lips

“Open for me princess” you open your mouth widely as he inserts his fingers as you wrap your lips around his fingers cleaning it off

“That's my girl” he smiles softly and kisses your lips and helps you stand grabbing your clothes and helps you get dressed as he gets himself dressed

“Alright now shall we go back to work?” He asks with a soft smile on his face

“Yeah I guess so” you smile weakly still feeling your sore throat but at least it was worth it wasn't it ?

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aanoia · 17 days ago

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Orphic (pt. 7)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 4,012 warnings; sadness Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt. 5; Pt. 6 I figured it'd be nice to get some other perspectives in here, so I present to you; Ao'nung (cuz I can't help myself), the beautiful L'oa (OC, love her), Tsireya, and Neteyam. (Can you tell I got tired at the end?). Anywho, I kinda love this chapter a ton. Basically italics is like flashbacks, this chapter probably spreads over the time of a few weeks, maybe a month. So they've been on bad terms for a good bit of time. Planning on fixing things (or attempting too) next chapter! (because I want it to be cute when Ao'nung's Soul Brother comes :]) As promised, your long fic...

Ao’nung sighs softly as the undeniably beautiful girl in front of him talks. She has an easy smile on her face as she recounts a story, her and her brother racing on their ilu. It just made him think of Y/n, no matter how hard he tried to get her out of his mind, it seemed impossible. Ever since that night, she’s like a persisting bug, that won’t die even after stomping on it a dozen times. That’s how he felt, hopeless. And it showed.

“Ao’nung, we need to talk.” Tsireya says the moment the marui flap closes. Ao’nung ignores her as he sits in his corner of the room, pulling out his knife to sharpen his spear. Tsireya persists, walking to him and sitting in front of him. “I’m serious. You’re different- I want to know what’s wrong, brother.” She looks at him in worry, her ears flat against her head.

“There’s nothing, ‘Reya. I’m busy, leave me alone.” He says calmly, beginning to slide the blade across the spear.

She tilts her head in disbelief, “It’s Y/n, isn’t it?” She doesn’t miss the way his muscles stiffen, and his cuts become more aggressive. “What happened between you two? Lo'ak said she’s been acting differently as well.”

He scoffs, shaking his head, “Butt out of it. Nothing happened, and even if something did, it’s none of your guys’ business. Leave me alone.”

She frowns deeply, “But Ao’nung everybody notices your changes. You’re becoming…” She hesitates.

“Becoming what?” He hisses, tired of the prying of his private life. He’s allowed to have personal things, and feelings.

Tsireya sighs softly, her eyes lowering to the ground, “The same mean, terrible boy you were before.”

The blade slips and nicks Ao’nung’s thumb, making him yelp in shock and pain. He hisses, tossing the knife to his side as he instinctively raises his knife to his lips. Tsireya gasps softly, reaching for his wrist. He pulls away from her, standing and glaring.

“It’s got nothing to do with you, Tsireya. Stop being annoying, and just let it be.” He storms out of the marui, and if the flaps could slam shut, they’d fall off their hinges.

“Uh, Ao’nung,” The girl’s melodic voice beckons him out of his thoughts, and he raises a single brow. “Are you in there?” She asks, smiling a little.

He hesitates, and clears his throat, “Uhm, yeah, yeah. Your dad won the race.” He lists off unsurely.

Her face falls, “My dad was out hunting. It was my brother.”

Ao’nung pauses, and sighs softly, “I’m sorry, L’oa. My mind has been elsewhere.”

L’oa looks at him sympathetically, and she gently rests her hand on top of his, “Do you want to talk about it? Your mother said it’d be good for us to talk about this kind of stuff with each other. Said it’ll bring us closer.”

Ao’nung pulls his hand away from hers and turns his head, staring out at the water, “It’s none of your concern. Nothing you can fix, anyway.”

She retracts her hand with a frown, “Are you sure? I could at least try to understand.”

Ao’nung’s jaw locks, “I’m sure, L’oa.”

She stares at him for a moment, before nodding, “Okay. Well, I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

He nods, not bothering to answer. The truth is, the girl his mother chose for him is an amazing person. She’s beautiful, good at everything she does, kind to everyone, funny, etc. She’s got all the qualities a good mate, and a good Tsahik would have. But as hard as Ao’nung tries to convince himself that he likes her, and that she’s great for him, he just can’t. Because despite how perfect she may be, she’s not Y/n. All he wants is Y/n. Every experience he has with Lo'a, he imagines how Y/n would react. He always knows, too. Whether she’d laugh and smile, or frown and furrow her brows.

Sometimes, when he was alone, he’d imagine her there with him. He’d talk to her and laugh with her. He knows exactly what she’d say back to him. He’d do it in such a way he’s sure that if someone discovered the boy, sitting alone and talking to the air, they’d think he was crazy. But he didn’t care, it seemed to be the only thing keeping him sane. He can’t handle seeing her everyday with her siblings, his sister, Rotxo, or anyone, instead of him.

However, once he sees her eyes he’s reminded of the way they look that night. Filled with tears and the telltale signs of her lies. The night she told him she didn’t care about him, and could never love him. It reminds him of when he left her and beat a poor, innocent tree until his knuckles were raw and covered in blood. He didn’t know what else to do, so he closed his heart off again. Went back to being brooding and angry, to a more severe degree than before. Not even his own family escaped his wrath.

“My son, could you help your mother cook, please?” Ronal asks softly, a tone saved only for her home with her family. If she had eyebrows, one would be raised as she watched her eldest brood in the corner of the marui. He ignores her, simply rolling his eyes and turning his shoulder. He’s sharpening the same spear, which has become ineffective due to its newfound shortness, a consequence of frequent cuts being made.

This catches the attention of Tonowari, and he looks at his son, “Ao’nung, your mother has asked something of you. If you know what’s good for yourself, you’d grant her requests with a smile.” His tone left no room for rebellion, but Ao’nung didn’t care. He ignores his father as well, his slices becoming more aggressive. However, he is careful not to nick his finger again.

Tsireya watches the scene unfold with worry in her eyes. She knows how this goes down, but it's never been this bad. She stands and silently slides out of the marui, slipping out without being noticed. Tonowari strides over to his son, his anger overtaking him and he roughly takes the spear from his son's hands. Ao’nung jumps up, hissing slightly as he reaches for the spear, but his father holds it out of his reach.

Tonowari stands tall, “I am unsure of what is going on with you, Ao’nung, but I am sure that your behavior towards your parents is unacceptable. Whilst I understand you are going through something, some weird teenage phase,” It’s something he and Jake have frequently talked about. “But it does not excuse your cruelty! I will have it no more!” His voice has raised as he spoke, and his chest heaves.

Ao’nung stares at his father, anger radiating off him, “You don’t know anything.” He mutters.

Tonowari tilts his head, “What was that, boy?” Ao’nung meets his eyes, and Tonowari is taken aback at the fire burning within them, “You know nothing! And I am so tired of you acting like you do. You have no idea what is going on in my life. I’m done doing shit for you, I have other things to worry about!” He’s picked up the dirty language from listening to Lo'ak and Tsireya. “You two are shitty parents, and I’m sick of pretending you aren-”

He’s cut off by a sudden stinging in his cheek, and a loud crack echo in the marui. Instinctively, Ao’nung’s hand flies to his cheek, and he looks at his father in shock. Tonowari looks equally as surprised, and soft cries from Ronal are soon the only sound heard. But Ao’nung hears nothing but his heart beating against his chest as he runs out of the marui, leaving behind the leaders of the Omatikaya people, but more importantly, his parents.

“Ao’nung.” L’oa once again breaks him out of his thoughts, this time an angry look is settled on her face. “I’m leaving. I’ll talk to you later, when you can actually focus on me.” The girl stands and stalks off without another word.

Ao’nung, just now registering the situation, sighs deeply. He lays back on the sand and watches the clouds. Sometimes he wonders what it’d be like to fly in them. On one of those ikrans the Sully family came on. Y/n offered once to give him a ride, but he declined out of fear of falling. He realizes now that that fear has held him back his entire life. Since he was a little child, he’s feared doing things differently. He’s been afraid of being his own person, not being the perfect son for his parents. And it made him bitter, so bitter. But now he understands where that fear came from, because he fell for her. He wonders if the brutal pain of landing on the hard ground was worth the temporary freeness flying gave him.

“Ao’nung enough!” His father roars. Once again they were fighting. Ao’nung barely remembers what about, something to do with the lack of fish he brought home for the family. “I don’t know how many times we must have this talk! I see you are hurting, but it does not give you a right to take it out on your family! We are sick and tired of you wreaking havoc in our home. You need to pull yourself together if you ever wish to be Olo’eyktan! Do you hear me, boy?!”

Ao’nung’s chest heaves as his fists clench in anger. He debates hitting his father, but he can’t. His hands won’t move. His aura radiates anger, but more so grief. And slowly the fresh facade he’s built up crumbles. His eyes sting as his bottom lip wobbles. He bites down on it to suppress the cries, but he fails. A small sob escapes his lips, and a tear runs down his face. Tonowari’s face immediately softens, and he pulls his son into a firm hug. The action only makes more tears fall from the boy's eyes, and he hugs back immediately. He holds onto his father tightly, as if he’ll disappear. Ronal watches the scene with wide eyes, unsure of whether to join in comforting her son. The faltering confidence in her decision grows, and she debates on whether her need to be right is really worth her own child's turmoil.

Tonwari rubs his back, whispering quietly, “Sh, it’s okay, my boy. It’s okay.” He mutters softly. He’s reminded of when Ao’nung was a small child, and he cut his leg on a piece of broken coral. To the young boy, it was the worst pain he’s ever experienced. And to Ao’nung now, almost an adult, this was the worst pain he’s ever experienced.

“I’m so-” Ao’nung is cut off by his own cries. “I’m so sorry.” He manages to get out. Guilt, on top of everything else, creeping in.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Ao’nung’s cries bring tears to Tonowari’s eyes. “We forgive you. You’re okay.”

Ronal looks at the ground, closing her eyes. It wasn’t.

L’oa walks home with a heavy heart, and her ears pressed flat against her head. She sighs softly, her feet dragging along the sand. She’s liked Ao’nung for as long as she can remember, since she was a little girl. She had fantasies of one day marrying him and being his Tsahik. So, of course she happily accepted when the current Tsahik came to her family. She had noticed the proximity of the Sully girl and Ao’nung, so she had respectfully backed off, but now she had him. He was finally hers, just as she’s dreamed of.

It felt like a slap in the face as she made the realization that he never really was, and definitely never would be. She can see it in his eyes when she’s around, the longing, heartbroken stare. It hurt her heart, more than she would ever admit. Not that she had anything against the Omatikayen girl, but obviously she’d done something to break the boy. L’oa wished that he could just open his eyes and see her. See that she’s always been there, just waiting for him.

L’oa enters her family marui obliviously, humming quietly to herself. She glances up and freezes in place. In the middle of the marui were three adults kneeling, her mother, father, and the Tsahik. Her posture straightens as her eyes widen slightly. They all looked at her, as if she walked in on a top secret conversation. Her mother beckons her over, pointing to the spot next to her.

She kneels as she addresses the Tsahik, “Tsahik, I See you.” Ronal nods calmly, her face showing no emotion. It unsettled L’oa, but she didn’t speak on it.

“The Tsahik was just speaking to us about a proposition.” Her father says softly, smiling a little at his daughter.

“Whatever for?” She asks curiously, looking at the Tsahik.

“My son needs a mate.” Ronal says stiffly, L’oa’s heart drops. “And I have chosen you to be that for him.”

L’oa doesn’t say anything, taking in her words, “What?”

“I would like you to be my son's mate. You are a good choice. You are smart, and brave, and kind. The village likes you.” L’oa blushes at the praise from the Tsahik.

“Must they mate immediately?” Her mother asks softly, her hand resting on Lo'a’s back.

Ronal shakes her head, almost disgusted by the idea, “Oh, Eywa, no. They will hang out and get to know each other. Learn to love each other. They shall mate when they are ready.”

L’oa’s dad looks at her, “The choice is yours, Lo.”

Every eye in the room was on her, and her palms were slick with sweat. She swallows thickly as she nods, “I- okay. Yeah. I’ll… be his mate.”

Her mother smiles, “Perfect. Thank you, Tsahik, for this visit.”

Ronal nods, and everyone stands, “Thank you, for your daughter.”

“L’oa, walk the Tsahik out.” Her father commands gently, but firmly. L’oa nods, leading Ronal to the flap of the marui.

Before she leaves, Ronal turns around and places her hand on L’oa’s shoulder, “You will be good for my son. Much better than she was.”

She?

L’oa wipes a stray tear from her cheek as she passes by a familiar group of friends. Tsireya notices her and frowns, standing up and running to her.

“L’oa!” She grabs ahold of her friend's arm, tilting her head. “Is everything alright?”

L’oa nods with an easy, practiced smile, “Of course, Tsireya. You?”

Tsireya nods softly, “Would you like to join us?” She moves slightly, so L’oa can see the group. Lo’ak and Neteyam are wrestling “to the death”, and Rotxo laughs as he watches, holding Tuk in his lap. Kiri rolls her eyes as she watches, hiding her amused smile. L’oa’s gaze locks on the final girl, Y/n, as she just watches with a small smile. Seeing the girl she knows Ao’nung’s love just makes the aching in her heart worsen.

L’oa shakes her head, “Thank you for the invite, but I must go. My mother and father are waiting for me at our marui.”

Tsireya sighs and lets her arm go, “Okay. If you ever need me, I’m here.”

L’oa nods, smiling, “Thank you, Tsireya.” She looks over her shoulder at Y/n once again. “But I think I’ll be fine.”

It is widely known how empathetic Tsireya can be. It’s in her nature. The village elders say she gets it from her father, and he was the same way when he was her age. It’s her proudest trait, and sometimes her greatest weakness. She can see her brother’s anger, and feel his grief. And she can feel it from the people around her as well. Her parents, her friends, even the sea seemed sad in a way.

She’d spoken to Lo’ak about it, and it revealed that they feel the same way. Y/n had been acting similarly to Ao’nung, except she’s reclusive, and he’s explosive. She’s learned that Y/n hides away from her family now, and refuses to talk most nights. And she’s explained how Ao’nung is completely the opposite, exploding at his family and storming out of the marui.

Lo’ak softly wipes from Tsireya’s cheeks, “Sh, baby, it’s okay.” He pulls her into his side, rubbing her shoulder gently.

Tsireya heaves a sigh, sniffling softly, “I just don’t understand what happened between them, Lo. And why? They really loved each other.”

Lo’ak frowns deeply, nodding, “Yeah, as much as I hate the idea of fish lips loving my sister, and the other way around, they really did. And he took care of her, made her happy.”

Tsireya smiles a little, “And her, him. He was so bitter before he met her. So mean. She really changed him. And now he’s even worse than before.”

“Yeah.” Lo’ak furrows his brows, “It was all so sudden. The split.”

Tsireya bites her lip as she stares at the water, the dim glow of the foliage underneath the surface lit up her face. Her feet are dipped in, and she relishes in the small comfort of the cool water around her ankles.

“I wish there was something we could do.” She says softly.

Lo’ak kisses the side of her head, “Me too, ‘Reya, me too.”

And after that night her brother and father got in a fight and she ran, she found herself at the Sully's marui. She was unsure who she was there for. Her instinct called for Lo’ak, but when the flap opened and she caught a glimpse of the girl behind Toruk Makto, her name spilled from her lips.

Tsireya was slightly out of breath once she reached the Sully marui. Her eyes were widened, slightly watery as the voices inside the marui stopped upon noticing her outside. She swallowed thickly as soft footsteps neared the flap, and it opened to a tall, deep blue man. She glanced behind Jake, and her eyes caught onto Y/n’s. Lo’ak stood, assuming she was there for him.

“Tsireya, what is it, child?” Jake asks softly, worriedly looking her over in her state.

“I need Y/n.” She says quickly, without thinking. Lo’ak freezes, and all eyes land on Y/n. The girl looks at Tsireya questioningly. “Please, it’s important.”

Jake glances back at his daughter, and she nods, standing slowly. She passes Lo’ak, silently asking him if he knew anything about this. He just shrugs in response. She passes her father, and exits the marui. The flap shuts behind her, and the two can hear the family resume speaking quietly, most likely speculating over what Tsireya could possibly need Y/n for. Tsireya can hear Neteyam guess correctly, saying it’s probably about Ao’nung.

“Tsireya? Is everything okay?” Y/n asks gently. Tsireya focuses on her, and pulls her away from the marui, so no one can listen in.

“It’s about Ao’nung.” Tsireya explains bluntly.

Y/n blinks, “What?”

“He’s going crazy, Y/n. He needs you.” Tsireya takes the girl’s hands, holding them firmly. “I don’t know what stupid thing he probably said to make you leave, but please, please give him another chance.”

She has no way of knowing what the girl is thinking, but her deep frown and the pain in her eyes allows Tsireya to read her. She’s always been good and reading people, and Lo’ak once told her that she reminds him of a skywalker quote “The eyes are the windows into the soul”, and she loved it.

“It’s not-” Y/n inhales deeply. “It wasn’t Ao’nung’s fault. And I can’t go back- I’m so sorry, Tsireya… what’s happening?”

Tsireya’s eyes water, “He’s fighting with his friends, with me, even our parents.”

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m so sorry, ‘Reya, there’s nothing I can do.” Her ears flatten against her head, and her brows furrow deeply.

A tear falls down her cheek, “Can I at least know why?”

Y/n hesitates, and shakes her head, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She pulls away from Tsireya. “I need to go back inside. Goodnight, Tsireya.” She goes back inside, tying the flap shut. Tsireya stands there for a moment, her mind racing. She sighs deeply, and heads back to marui to find her parents alone, and her father crying.

Never, in her entire life, had she seen her father crying. Whatever was happening was big, and it caused a shift in the atmosphere of the village. It didn’t take a Tsahik to see that this was against Eywa’s will.

Neteyam’s days drag on, seemingly no end to either one. He spends most of his time being bored at the lack of training to do, or worried about his sister. She’s never been the most outgoing and crazy, but there’s no doubt she’s an extrovert in everything she does once she’s comfortable with you. But now, even with him, she’s quiet and doesn’t seem to want to do anything fun. She’d rather stay in the marui, or relax in the sun. She won’t even ride her ikran, which worried him the most.

Neteyam rests his arms on Y/n’s shoulders from behind, leaning forward, “Come, ride with me. Like the old days, sister.” The old days was almost half a year ago now.

Y/n glances over at him and shrugs him, “I’m busy.”

He raises an invisible brow, “You’re doing nothing.”

She nods, “Exactly. I’m busy doing nothing.”

He deadpans, “Wow, enlightening. You don’t want to ride your ikran again? He’s been squawking at me nonstop. He misses you, little sister.”

Her face doesn’t change, “I’m older than you.”

“But you’re smaller than me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Fuck off, Neteyam.”

He smiles, ruffling her hair, “Come on, seriously. You need a ride, your legs are getting weak. I can see them losing their muscles.”

Y/n glares at Neteyam, “Didn’t I just tell you to fuck off? I don’t want to go flying, let me sit and relax.”

He frowns a little, “Y/n, flying used to be your favorite thing to do- you never missed a chance to be in the air.”

“Key word: used to.” She sighs, lowering to the ground and laying on her back. “Now, leave me be. You’re blocking the sun.”

He purposefully blocks the sun, casting her in his shadow, “What’s happening to you, dude? You’re acting weird. It’s freaking me out.”

She doesn’t respond, closing her eyes and adjusting in the sand to get comfortable. He waits for a second, before sighing and kicking sand on her. He doesn’t wait for her reaction, just walks off towards the small mountain the ikrans were perched on. He can briefly here her scoffing and cursing him out, but he takes his turn in ignoring her. He reaches the ikrans rather quickly, having taken the route many times now.

Y/n’s ikran squawks with hope that his rider is finally here, but his head bows upon just seeing Neteyam. Neteyam frowns and gently pets the beasts head.

“Yeah, I’m disappointed too, bud.” Neteyam sighs, moving to his ikran. He hesitates, it almost doesn’t feel right riding while knowing his sister is hurting so badly. He exhales deeply, and sits, his back against a rock. “I can’t fly with you,” He speaks gently with her ikran. “But I can be with you.”

Maybe if he can’t make his sister feel better, he can make her ikran feel better.

As the days stretch on, the hearts of those around Ao’nung and Y/n remain heavy with unsaid words and broken bonds. Tsireya's quiet concern, Neteyam's silent frustration, and the deep sorrow shared by all have only deepened the divide between the once-close pair. With each passing day, they drift further apart, caught in their own spirals of pain and regret. Yet, in the quiet moments, the longing for what was remains—a faint glimmer of hope that maybe, someday, the wounds will heal, and the space between their hearts will close. Until then, all anyone can do is wait.

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crushedsweets · 5 months ago

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Can you share headcanons or more ninakate drawings? :)

YES I CANNNN!!! ok usual disclaimer, my AU drastically changes both characters!

i'm using this to focus on nina and 'the chaser'! mostly just rambling about how they would connect, thoughts on their relationship, whatever. not very romantic :') naturally I subdue the chaser a lot here

ok so. 'the chaser' isnt really kate, like most HCs go. the chaser is a violent, animalistic pawn of slendy that tears through everything slendy wants it to. she killed lauren, someone kate loved long before she got sick.

and dont get me wrong, nina is not some special exception. however, the chaser targets threats; lauren trying to take the pages. nina isnt a threat(slendy even sees her as an asset), but the chaser will drag her out of the mines by the leg with little care.

toby would escort nina if she's being stubborn about visiting kate. kate keeps telling both of them to stop trying to see her at the mines, saying she'll just come to the cabin more often. but they know she wont, they know she'll just sit and rot if nobody comes and drags her out - effectively leaving her completely isolated and only getting sicker and sicker.

i like the idea of the chaser eventually trusting Toby, and if Nina is always paired with him, she'll eventually be okay with Nina. especially seeing Nina tentatively bring her paper to scribble on, setting down bags of food for the chaser to tear into, water bottles, etc.

ok this is really goofy nobody laugh. you guys know that scene in tarzan where he's like poking at jane, lifting her hair and squeezing her face and stuff? i kinda see the chaser and nina like that.

theyre NEVER left alone together for the first few months, toby doesnt even let the chaser get close to nina, but maybe nina and kate are going on a walk and kate starts getting a headache and looks up and her eyes are glossed over and she hunches over and nina knows thats not kate anymore. nina taking nervous steps back, trying to figure out what she's supposed to do without toby, the chaser stalking forward. nina stumbles back and hits a tree, slides down and covers her head, immediately thinking of the time she caught kate tearing a grown man apart.

im just SO OBSESSED WITH THE CHASER BEING CURIOUS ABOUT NINA. the chaser knows ninas not a threat(+slendy likes nina), she associates nina with toby, and nina is so flashy and clams up so awkwardly. has the chaser crouched in front of a curled up nina, pushing her head back against a tree and tugging at her hoops. peeling off a fake eyelash and cringing at it. trying to bite her acrylics(in which nina yanks her hand away and the chaser stares at her hella pissy.)

really loving the idea of the chaser having a massive ass headache, curled on the floor, incapable of fighting. nina coming along and soothing its hair down and pulling it into a little hug and just sitting there. hurts a little to be squeezed so damn tight by the chaser, but she gets over it. . .

i dont think kate will EVER trust the chaser, but ninas a bit more optimistic. she'll go to the mines without toby now. she's learned to be quiet and gentle doing it, rather than her usual jumping and giggling and squealing. gives both kate AND the chaser time to wake up and come to her.

and ok ninas still totally sick in the head. while the chaser doesnt fully see her as a friend(or girlfriend), more like... a doll. ? a companion? something to pull around and grab and examine. and nina THINKS shes some special exception, she thinks she's so special that the chaser loves her, she loves how fucking terrifying it is while just squeezing her face, loves bragging to Toby and seeing his horrified face when he realizes Nina was left alone with it.

but frankly i am scared for nina cuz she is nowhere near as safe as she thinks she is. i could see kate starting to actively avoid nina. hiding out in the radio tower so nina cant find her, trying to push her away, telling her she doesnt want to see her. tell her slendy doesnt want her around, fake a headache, all of this. drama drama drama miscommunication issues etc etc ...

eventually nina needs to work on boundaries, listening to people, understanding she isnt that special, looking at things very objectively, actually examining danger, not seeking thrills, etc... all of that. big obstacle.

but nina loves the chaser, even if the chaser doesnt love her. and kates so fucking grateful it hasnt hurt nina yet.

#ninakate #creeped #this is all canon to my au cuz it isnt explicitly romantic. evil emoji #nina is attracted to danger LMFAOOOOOO SAVE HER SAVE HER SAVE HER PELASE SAVE HER #asks #thank you for the ask <3 u r spoiling me LOL

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windvexer · 8 days ago

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kind chicken, if i may ask for your advice, i'm at a moral dilemma. i'm so utterly entranced by the idea of the figure of the horned one within tradcraft, but also having the cultural knowledge and hindsight of the great variety of entities that tend to get lumped into this entity feels ... wrong? inconsiderate? appropriative? i'm not sure, i can't in my mind look at an entity with purported links and faces within so much - Woden, Gwyn ap Nudd, the Devil, Lucifer, Dionysus, Pan, Silvanus, Saturn, Cernunnos, etc - and just accept the careless mashing together of different cultures and put aside all the differences and details and contexts. it just feels to me like its disrespectful to all these cultures and mythologies to just "create" an ambiguous figure from all these other figures derive, and yet it also /feels/ right to me. it's kept me in stasis for so long in my craft because i want so badly to point at a name and say "THIS is the horned one" but they're never quite right, never quite perfectly encapsulating of what feels like the scope of this entity. i know this is rambling, but this has genuinely bothered me for years and i just don't know how to get over this hill to be able to fully connect with the horned one. the logical part of my brain is just locked in a tug-of-war with my heart and intuition because theres just too much that we know to be able to boil something down to a single archetype, because thats not how culture works. and how can i hope to work with something if i don't even know their nature? i can never know if i'm just making it up and being insensitive. if you or anyone else could help me out in this line of thinking, i feel like i could finally take another step forward.

I think you have got a nice logic puzzle here, my bud. You have made serious strides into solving this problem for yourself:

You know your guy has to be in there. You just haven't found him yet.

Witchfathers are not exclusively gods of lore. It's like going through the top 15 Hollywood A-list actors and saying you can't cast someone in a roll. There are still five million actors in Hollywood alone.

Witchfathers may be ancestors, or faeries, or wights. Or something that is all three. Your Witchfather may be the Oak whose roots you woke up in the last time you left this earth, before you were reborn. He may be a spirit of the land, who is only recorded in the journals of mystics who have lived where you lived, and five Livejournal posts published in 2005 edited for anonymity.

There is not now, and I do not believe there will ever be, a comprehensive list of all entities that can be a "Witchfather" in Traditional Witchcraft.

So I must ask you:

What would happen if you were never able to discover the lore name of your Witchfather? What if there is no lore name, because he's unrecorded?

And I must also ask:

Why do you need a name?

If we imagine all these named entities as being like stained glass stacked on top of each other, then they all combine together to influence the concept of the Horned God archetype. There seems to be a shape illuminated in this symphony that resonates with you.

So why not just cut out that same shape from black paper and let the light shine through it?

That's the shape of your god, I imagine.

You do not need a name. You can start with what you know. Writing your own poetry and hymns is a good way to start.

"To the Nameless God seen in the reflection of polished horns." That kind of thing, you know. Where do you see him? How do you know him? Write it down. Record the traces of him you find like a biologist lovingly recording tracks of a rare animal.

"To the Witchfather whom I know by feel but not by name, the hidden one that calls to me from the spring green fog." What feels right? Is he not behind a green fog? I think you would know. Maybe he is behind sheets of rain, crashing onto the rock in a cacophony.

He's got epithets. You will know them because you will be able to feel if they're right or not. Is he the Thunder-Blackened Face of the Battle-Oak? Is he the Jewel-Drenched Meadow of the Summer Rains? Is he the Frozen, Endless Lake?

It's not for an archetype. You're not trying to define the archetype, right. You're just trying to outline a guy you know has to be in there.

For offerings, for rituals, it's all the same. "To the North I call the Hidden One who exhales stars, whose hoofprints make lakes and valleys, who carries the sun and moon on his horns."

How do you work with someone if you don't know their nature?

But I think you do know his nature. I think you know his nature very well, but you are trying to pin it to one of a handful of very popular gods, which of course it does not fit.

Because I do not think yours is any of them.

#answered

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dzvelinaskebiyars · 5 months ago

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Idk if you write angst or not, but...

I was thinking about this nonstop and I had to request it.

So, Female Y/N and Kazutora are in the same class (first year highschool maybe) and they both are always coming into class with bruises.

Everybody is worried for Yn, thinking shes being abused at home, when, in reality, shes actually just super clumsy. Also, everybody thinks that Kazutora always gets into street fights, which he does, but that's not the actual reason behind his bruises, it's his father.

Then, one day, yn and Kazu are assigned cleaning duty after school, and as they're cleaning up, kazutora inquires about yn's bruises, wanting to know if there is somebody else out there also being abused.

They become friends, and as they get closer to each other, Kazutora starts to open up more to her, and ends up telling her about his home life.

I'm imagining their relationship more as platonic love. yknow, like besties.

sorry if this is too specific but I really needed to get it out of my head!!

I really love your head, your brain and your idea because I miss writing platonic loves!

Bruises.

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Many people think that clumsy people are cute, aesthetically at least, but I doubt they'd think that if they saw them constantly being bruised.

Be it tripping over something, falling down from trees, crashing with something while riding a bike, falling down the stairs and etc, you have experienced all of them in less than a month.

You were just....adventurous, that's all. You took the risks despite knowing you'd get hurt. Your family might think that you're masochist for this but that's wrong. Taking risks are exciting. When you can't feel anything because of the adrenaline, when your blood grows hot and heart beats faster than ever before, it's so exciting. So you do try a lot of things and maybe would be unstoppable in them if you weren't cursed with clumsiness.

Everyone is clumsy in one way or another, but yours is a bit concerning...Considering the fact that you literally choke on water when drinking it.

How amazing.

You hated bruises. They're ugly as hell and sometimes very disturbing to look at. But whenever you would glance at your body, you'd notice more amount of bruises than your own skin.

It's disturbing, you agree. It's concerning, that's true. Maybe that's why your classmates are giving you pitiful and concerned looks when they'd accidentally see your bruises, which you try to cover up.

"Why do you have so many bruises, [name]..?" Your seatmate asked you, hesitating and debating whether he should ask you about it or not.

You smiled at him, unaware of the reason behind this question. "You know how clumsy I am." It was simple answer, true even, but he didn't look convinced at all.

You two were oblivious to the boy sitting right behind you. He had black hair with some of his locks dyed blonde, his yellow eyes settled on your figure. His face was slightly bandaged and he, also, got bruises but it didn't look like anything serious, probably from fistfight.

Or so they all thought...

"Kazutora-kun, [name]-chan, you two are on cleaning duty today." The teacher informed right after her lesson was over. Frown formed up on Kazutora's face, probably because he obviously had better things to do than cleaning the classroom. But he didn't object.

Everyone left, leaving you two alone. The awkward silence screamed in the room, drowning every single thing you tried to say to kill the awkward in its own void. You two weren't close, not even friends. You knew nothing about him except the rumours that has been going on and on about him.

Of course, you weren't the type to believe every single rumour or judge someone because of them, hence you had no opinion on him. He didn't look like a bad guy and he was very pretty, plus his tattoo looks cool. That's all.

Both of you were doing your cleaning duties quietly, until the boy decided to break the silence. "That's pretty bad bruise."

You turned around to look at him, only to meet his back. He was cleaning the desk with his back facing you. "I fell down. Hard." You said truthfully, it's not like you had anything to hide.

"..Can you really get such bruise from falling down?" Kazutora asked yet again, as if trying to hint at something else but you couldn't exactly put a finger on what.

"Well, I was skating with my skateboard and fell really badly. So that's how I got it." You shrugged your shoulders, continuing to clean the board.

Kazutora stopped what he was doing and finally turned to you, eyeing your figure up and down before turning his back to you again with "Is that so.."

"What about you? What happened to your face?"

He stopped in his tracks, his hand clenching the wetpaper hard. "I got into fight with some assholes."

"Oh.." was all you said.

The silence fell between you two again and not wanting to be in the same extremely awkward situation with him again, you said the first thing that came to your mind. "They aren't bullying you, are they?"

Kazutora turned to face you, he was kind of confused before he started laughing. You stopped cleaning the board, wondering if what you said was funny. "bully me? I meant that they just pissed me off so I beat them up."

"O-Oh so you're bully!" You stated as if you just discovered the golden chest six feet under.

"Bully, hm? I wouldn't call myself that." He said, moving to the next desk. "Maybe I am, kind of. But only to those who deserve it."

One thing that you learned about him is to never ever piss him off, or you might as well return to home with broken jaw. Just the thought of it send chills down your spine. You turned around to clean the board again and despite wanting to say nothing, your mouth couldn't stop spilling the words out. "I don't think anyone deserves to be bullied." Kazutora turned to you again but now you were the one who wasn't looking at him. "Imagine how worried their parents must be. Seeing your kid all beat up, every parent would be worried for their child's safety."

"Every parent my ass..." He mumbles under his breath, low enough for you to not hear.

"What?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "But not every kid has parents and if they do, they might not be all caring at all you know...Even if they're, it's not my problem."

"Still, no one deserves to be bullied. It affects them badly." You said.

"If they're willing to be delinquents, then they must except something such as that."

"You're delinquent..?"

"Huh? You didn't know?" He raised his eyebrow. "Everyone talks about how I went to juvie."

"I don't trust the rumours..." Finally, finish cleaning the board, you looked at him. "Isn't this heavy topic for you tho?"

"I have nothing to hide." Kazutora shrugged. It's true that he had nothing to hide, after all there were so many rumours going around the school about his arrest, he's sure people even made stories up about him so it was one of the famous topic to gossip about in the school.

"Even so, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I mean, we aren't even friends so, I shouldn't be asking too much questions." You scratched your head in embarrassment. What right did you have ask about such personal stuff? You two aren't even friends so it must have been uncomfortable.

"As I said, I've nothing to hide. And you're just curious." He shrugged off with a smile. His smile was too kind for someone who has been in the juvie.

"...I don't think you're a bad guy." You truthfully said. His eyes widen but he was fast to regain his composure. "Well not as bad as rumours say at least. In fact, I'd like to be your friend, if that's okey with you."

After moment of silence, Kazutora managed to mutter "sure" with ghost smile on his lips.

He probably thought that he wouldn't get any closer to you at that time, he probably thought that you just wanted something from gim, hence why he was trying to find out what but miserably failed, he probably thought that you would leave him on your own before he even would manage to get attached to you. He probably thought that, but he was wrong. Oh, he was horribly wrong and the current situation was the proof of that, him venting to you, telling you why he can't go back to his house and you letting him stay at your place and even offering him comfort.

Yeah, he hasn't fought anyone at that time, 4 months ago. He didn't got those bruises because of strangers but because of his own father, a person he was supposed to be safe with. That man was more cruel than a beast. Even juvenile hall was safer than his own home. And that killed you inside, wishing you could help him with something more but you were kid too..

Kazutora hated seeing happy families, but he started crying when he saw yours, because he truly, for once, felt like he was at home.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #request #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora deserves better #kazutora x reader #platonic reader #tokyo rev angst #Kazutora needs a hug

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raveneira · 1 month ago

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Ngl this chapter quote reminds me of this MOM line from KH3

This is just my take on it but the way I see it, in Saradas mind B0ruto needs her help, but her eyes show her the complete opposite but she ignores it, meanwhile Sumire is seeing the truth with her eyes and acting accordingly

Ada is a mixed bag, shes still figuring it out, torn between her mind [loving Kawaki for shallow reasoning] and her eyes [growing interest in B0ruto who is genuinely a good guy who respects her] so shes still in a weird middle ground between both.

Basically, my take on it is true love is the reality you see with your eyes, not whatever you think or believe in your mind, hell omnipotence alone is proof that the mind isn't always reliable, sometimes you have to 'trust your heart' and believe what your eyes are showing you.

You see Sasuke, Himawari, Amado, Shikamaru, and Mitsuki all do this, trust their eyes/heart > their mind

Sarada is too stuck in her own head to see the truth while Sumire and partially Ada has, they see that this is what Boruto wants and that getting involved will only cause trouble for him, they understand and respect this, Sarada doesn't because her mind overrules her eyes.

For clarity think of mind as your irrational emotions, your doubts, fears, anxiety etc, all the things that plays tricks on you.

Now think of eyes as logic and reason, the 'truth' as it is in reality not clouded by emotions, doesn't mean those emotions arent there, but they dont cloud your judgement.

Thats essentially my point here, Saradas 'love' is from her mind, Sumires is from her eyes, Ada is conflicted between both, but this chapter did lowkey imply shes starting to realize what true love is and what her heart really wants.

I could be wrong obviously but only time will tell so...we'll see.

#boruto manga #manga spoilers

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mamawasatesttube · 11 months ago

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a tuppence for your bi4bi Clois thoughts 🪙... I'm luv them so much and I'd love to hear if you have any specific headcanons about them 🥺

YESSSS!!! i DO have some thoughts. i love them,

generally i think lois has her bisexuality figured out by the time she's in her mid-20s. she and cat grant have had some rage-filled makeouts on at least one occasion, but an actual relationship would never in a million years work out between them. they respect each other but do not see eye to eye nearly enough. she never bothered to come out to her father, but just knows it's one more thing about her that he'd hate.

clark, by contrast, does Not have it figured out. he has spent his entire life repressing every single thought, feeling, and ability that set him apart from the classic good all-american boy because he had to fit in. and being superman, exploring his kryptonian heritage, etc., has helped, of course, but he is still. so repressed. he has no idea that he's ever experienced attraction to guys before. he's got some internalized homophobia to work through, about himself. He Has To Be Normal. so as far as he's concerned, there was lana, and then there was lois.

to me, clark's journey toward self-acceptance is very intrinsically tied to his family. there's kara, talking about how sexuality and gender stuff on krypton wasn't like it is on earth, especially in western culture. there's kon, suffering through his own repression and depression and trying to pretend he's fine. there's chris and jon, both too young to fully grasp it all (probably), who make clark incredibly aware of every step he makes in terms of parenting them.

so one day, after kon's finally come out to the family, and kara's muddled through trying to figure out earth labels that she's comfortable with, the two of them decide they wanna go to pride, and ask lois and clark if they want to make it a family affair. lois says hell yeah, and clark says yes of course he's happy to support them! and jon says YAY, GLITTER!! CAN I GET STICKERS? and chris says if you get glitter all over my nintendo ds again i will punt you into the ocean, baby brother or not.

and there's just this innocuous moment while they're out when kon goes "here i got you these!" and hands lois and clark two simple lil heart-shaped bi flag buttons. and lois is like aw thanks squirt! and ruffles kon's hair. clark meanwhile goes oh i think there's been a misunderstanding... ... . . . .. . .. .. . or. has there?

and that night he's just sitting on the edge of the bed holding this tiny like $3 button in his hands having a whole crisis. lois hooks her chin over his shoulder and asks what's wrong? and he's like. lois i'm not. i'm. except maybe i'm not not. but i don't know, i thought i... i never thought i could think about it. clark kent is supposed to be normal. i... i'm already an alien, lois, i thought i was already set apart enough, and if i'm... if i'm this, even when i'm clark, not superman, then... then...

and lois digs her matching little $3 bi flag heart button out of her purse and bumps it against his and says, even if you are queer, you're still not alone. and then clark gives her the patented kent family big soft puppy-dog eyes. that night, he falls asleep in her arms with his head tucked snugly under her chin. it's where he feels safest.

but the next year, he lets kara get him a flag, and lets kon tie it around his shoulders like a cape. and he's here as clark kent, but it's kind of funny when he looks at his shadow. because he might not be superman right now, but the silhouette still looks the same.

#answers #barbitchian #superfam #clois #clark #lois #as a small town queer who had a lot of Feelings with a capital F about attending pride for the first time. well #here we are. have my clark kent thesis

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shaybreezy-17 · 2 years ago

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Zoro x Fem!Reader

TW: Pretty fluffy tbh, strong/explicit language, suggestive behavior, etc.

Ages 16+ at least, please.

(This is pretty short, but I hope you guys like it anyway! Leave any comments, feedback, or suggestions for me!)

You laid in bed, face puffy and red from all the sobbing you’ve done the past 4 nights.

You thought back to Zoro’s fight. He was wounded so deeply…

You remembered how you fell to your knees beside him and cried hysterically.

You wanted to caress his face so badly and tell him you loved him, but you knew Zoro would be furious if he knew you did that in front of the others.

You and Zoro had become something within the past year that you’d become part of the Straw Hat crew. You didn’t quite know what you were, but you knew you were falling for him.

You had always found him attractive, so you set out to have him the minute you laid eyes on the fine specimen.

After months of talking his ear off while he worked out, he began to warm up to you. You weren’t a huge fan of working out but you started doing it with him anyway. Then, you guys began to share a drink or two together away from the rest of the crew. Pretty soon you started sneaking away to nap with him in the crows nest and that led to some pretty steamy wake-up sex. Unbeknownst to you, Zoro had given you his virginity too.

As you were lost in thought laying in bed, there was a light knock on the door.

“Hey, I’m really not in the mood right now.” You half-ass shouted.

Nonetheless, the door slowly crept open. You knew you should’ve locked it…

Nami popped her head in, still standing outside. “Sorry, Y/N! I know you’ve been sad lately, but I figured you’d want to know that Zoro woke up a moment ago.”

You sat up with urgency, rubbing the tears out of your eyes. You hurried over to the Sick Bay with Nami…

Once you arrived, everyone was gathered around Zoro. His chest and torso were completely bandaged up, though damp with blood stains. He laid there, eyes barely open, expressionless. Tears welled up in your eyes but you didn’t want to show too much emotion.

“Zoro…” You whispered.

“He’s still in critical condition.” Chopper began, “The cut is life-threateningly deep. Deep enough for it to take a couple months to recover from at least… He really shouldn’t be awake now.”

“Eh, I’m getting better already.” Zoro groaned. “Say, let a man rest and leave me alone now will ya?”

Everyone began to exit the room.

“Call me when those bandages get soaked through so I can change them. Get some rest.” Chopper stated, before leaving. You began to follow behind him.

“Not you.” You heard Zoro say. You let out a sigh of relief, closing the door in front of you.

“Thank God.” You rushed over to him, getting next to him in bed, sitting up against the headboard to hover over him slightly as you leaned next to him. You began to carefully pepper his face with kisses. “I didn’t know how much longer I could handle not being affectionate with you.”

“I can see that.” He let out a hearty laugh. “I-I’ve missed you, idiot.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again and this time you couldn’t hold them. You began to sob, reaching out to caress his face. “I missed you too, dude.”

“I thought you really died this time.” You sniffled, wiping your nose with your sleeve. “I’ve done nothing but lay in bed these past couple days that you were unconscious. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“No wonder you stink.” He grinned.

“Oh!” You rolled your eyes. “You’re one to talk! At least I shower daily, Mr. Once-A-Week.”

“Too busy working out, that’s why.” He smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shivered at his touch. You missed it.

“How you haven’t given me a UTI is beyond me…” You laughed. “Making you shower before we go to Pound Town has saved me.”

He looked at you, raising his eyebrow. “Did you just say Pound Town?”

“What?” You squinted your eyes at him. “What’s wrong with calling it Pound Town? Or how about we call it… The Bone Zone?”

“Eh?!” He rolled his eyes. “That’s even worse you weird woman.”

You scooted down to lay in bed with him. Pulling the covers up, you scooted closer to Zoro. He wrapped his arm around you and you reached up to peck his cheek.

“Imagine if Sanji saw us like this.” You blurted out, laughing. “He’d murder you.”

Zoro scoffed. “Like I’d let that idiot kill me. He is obsessed with you, though.”

“Oh please.” You replied, “He’s obsessed with anything that has a nice pair of tits.”

“Maybe.” He reached over to give your boob a quick squeeze. “But your tits are mine. He’s just gonna have to keep trying with Nami.”

You didn’t tell him, but hearing him say any part of you was his made your insides feel all warm and mushy.

Fast forward to the next morning, you woke up before Zoro who was still sound asleep. Chopper came to change his bandages around 3 in the morning, and he was visibly confused when he saw you in bed together and you pulled the covers right below your eyes, but he chose to overlook it and tend to Zoro regardless.

You slowly crept out of bed, sliding your dress back on. You didn’t have sex with Zoro last night but he demanded you sleep naked next to him so he could use your bare ass as a stress ball to ease his pain.

He groaned, still asleep. You tiptoed out of the room and headed for the kitchen.

Sanji was there, of course.

“Morning Sanji.” You yawned, opening the fridge.

“Good morning, my sweet Y/N!” He chirped. “I’m making pancakes, how many would you like?”

“You’re the best!” You shot him a smile. “Can I have like 20?”

“What?” His eyes widened. “You don’t usually have this much of an appetite, Mon Amour. Not that it’s an issue!”

“Today I do.” You placed a hand on his shoulder. His cheeks became a rosy pink. “Is that okay with you, Sanji?”

“Y-yes! Of course, my lady.” He stuttered, adding more pancake mix to the griddle. “I’ll have that done for you right away.”

Closing the door behind you, you saw that Zoro was awake, sitting against the headboard. “Those for me?”

“I got 5 for me and 15 for you.” You replied, placing the tray in his lap. “Eat up, so you can heal faster.”

“You do a lot for me, Y/N.” Zoro said, his voice low. He was blushing, trying to avoid eye contact with you. “Thank you, uh, for the breakfast.”

“You gotta thank your best friend, Sanji.” You giggled. “He thinks it’s all for me or else he probably woulda poisoned it.”

“Best friend? The last thing I wanna do is thank that stupid cook so we can both agree to let him believe you ate this whole thing.” He smirked, rolling his eyes. “He probably thinks you have a nice appetite on you now. Expect larger portions during dinner time from now on.”

“Oh well.” You shrugged, “Leftovers don’t exist on this ship anyway. They always end up in Luffy’s mouth.”

You both ate in silence. Every now and then, you looked over at him, but you never caught him looking back at you. You wondered if you shared feelings, or if you were just an object of his lustful desire.

“Somethin’ on your mind?” Zoro asked, in between bites.

“Oh, nothing.” You replied, trying to sound casual.

“You’re not being truthful.” He replied bluntly, raising his drink to his lips. “If you’ve got something to say, come out with it.”

“It’s stupid. You’d think it’s stupid.” Your voice tapered at the end.

“Yeah, maybe. So what? You never care what I think.” He scoffed.

“I-I do, Zo.” Your eyes fell to the floor. “That’s exactly why I don’t wanna tell you.”

“Is it about me?” He asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

“No shit.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” Zoro groaned.

“You’re so clueless sometimes.” You laughed, trying to change the subject.

“Shut up, idiot. What are you hiding? You never keep stuff from me.”

You hesitated. “Okay, but first, do you only like me for physical stuff?”

“Like your body?” He raised his eyebrow, eyes roaming your figure. “I obviously like it…”

“Yeah…” You began, “But what else do you like about me?”

“I mean, I like that you can-” His shook his head. “Wait, I asked you a question first, how did this turn into you interrogating me?”

You grinned. “You like that I can…?”

“I like that you can make me laugh. This is dumb.”

“Uh huh, what else?”

“I like spending time with you.” His voice softened. “Happy now?”

“Do you really mean that?” You tried to hide your excitement. It felt nice to hear him say that.

“Yes.” He ran his fingered through his hair. “You should know if I didn’t like your presence, I wouldn’t allow you to be in mine.”

Once you both finished eating, you cuddled up in bed together. He had his arm wrapped around you, stroking your hair lazily. You laid your head against his chest.

“I can’t believe you let me cuddle with you.” You snickered. “Doesn’t seem like a very on brand thing of you to do.”

“Is anything I do with you on brand for me?” He laughed. “I can’t believe it either, if I’m being honest. Don’t even know why I let this shit slide.”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think. “Because you love me.”

“Yeah. I do.” He replied, almost too casually, like it slipped out subconsciously.

When you both realized what he said, you lifted your head to meet his gaze. You both stared at each other in shock, faces red like tomatoes.

“Zo-”

You cupped his face and leaned in. You both stared into each others eyes, intently. You couldn’t help yourself and crashed your lips into his, hungrily. As your tongues danced together, you tugged his hair, in a needy manner.

His arm, still wrapped around your body, reached upward to the back of your neck as he held you tenderly, not wanting you to lean back and break the kiss. He felt helpless being so injured for he wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there, but he was grateful to get to kiss you, at the very least.

Eventually, Zoro broke the kiss, breathing heavy. He winced, clutching his injured side.

“Sorry.” You uttered out, catching your own breath. “A kiss that intense probably exhausted you, huh?”

“You never know when to be serious, idiot.” He snickered, lightly punching you in the shoulder. “Did kinda tire me out, though.”

“I say…” You shifted next to him, settling yourself into bed. “We knock the hell out.”

“Pfft. Don’t have to tell me twice.” He pulled the covers up over the both of you, pulling you into his chest.

“Hey Zoro?” You whispered.

“I thought you wanted to sleep, hush woman.” He whispered back.

“Okay.” You smiled. “I love you too, by the way.”

“I-” Zoro paused, “So… you my girlfriend now, or what?”

You giggled, cheeks pink. “You gotta ask me properly!”

“Why can’t you ask me?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Uh, okay. Zoro, do you-”

“Yes, I wanna make you my girlfriend.” He groaned. “Now cuddle me to sleep.”

You laughed. “I can’t believe you of all people have a girlfriend now and demand cuddles.”

“Sounds like you’re changing me for worse. We should fight about it in the morning like old couples do, eh?” He replied sarcastically, planting a kiss on your forehead, pulling you into his chest with his arms wrapped around you. “But for now, sleep tight gorgeous.”

Other works: https://www.tumblr.com/shaybreezy-17/718404844798492672/zoros-first-time

#zoro #one piece #swordsman #fluff #zoro x y/n #zoro imagine #zoro x reader #anime #manga

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‘Long Distance’

Wyatt Lykensen X Reader

request: wyatt lykensen x reader and they're sitting alone together at lunch and she's just admiring his long hair and they're both flirting and giggling and all of their friends are watching from afar because they all saw it coming.

A/N: this one was so fun to write!!! it’s only a dwtty one in comparison to what i usually write but i hope you guys like it 🫶

words: >1k

content warnings: none!

y/n had been waiting for the first day of school all summer, which was rare. she wasn’t particularly academic, very few extracurriculars, her favourite subject was ‘going home’, etc. it’s safe to say that school wasn’t her favourite place in the world, but today it may as well have been.

she had been visiting family in the UK for the summer, meaning that she hadn’t seen any of her friends in weeks. thank god for mobile phones; she’s been able to talk to her friends - and boyfriend - back home.

she had been dating wyatt since they ended up going to the prawn together last year, and the long distance had been pretty tough, but she got back to seabrook last night and was finally seeing him again today. to say she was excited was an understatement.

“hey!” y/n greeted her boyfriend over the phone.

“hey sweetheart, i’m almost at your place. ready to go?” wyatt had insisted on walking to school with her, gentleman that he is.

“yep, just gotta get my shoes on. i’m so excited to see you”

“i know, baby, me too. feels like it’s been forever since i saw you last.”

“ugh, right? i’ll see you soon though, ok?”

“see you soon, sweetheart”

and with a beep, the call ended. y/n grabbed her sneakers and wedged them on her feet. she was doing up her laces when she heard a knock on the door.

“one second!” she called, tying a bow in her lace and heading downstairs.

y/n opened the door, and had to do a double take. it was wyatt for sure, but his hair… he must have grown it out over the summer. y/n was in shock.

“hey stranger!” wyatt engulfed her in a tight hug.

“your hair looks… amazing” y/n stammered without thinking. wyatt laughed, running a hand through his locks.

“you like it? i figured i’d try something new this year.”

“i love it! you look incredible, honey.” y/n felt her face get hot. he looked really good.

“thank you, sweetheart. come on,” wyatt held out a hand for y/n to take, “let’s get going, yeah?”

she nodded, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his.

lunchtime had come dragging for the students of seabrook. first day of school after summer break was always slow, but y/n could hardly feel time pass. she just couldn’t get her mind off wyatt. don’t get her wrong, she loved his hair before the summer - she thought the white streak was so cute and she liked how he styled it all spiky - but this new, long hair was something else. it framed his face perfectly, the white streak now falling down the right side of his face, curls running through his soft hair… if y/n didn’t fancy him before, she definitely did now.

y/n and wyatt sat together at their usual lunch table, deaf to the world. y/n reached over and ran a hand through wyatt’s hair.

“i really like this.”

“yeah?”

“mhm. don’t like how you hid it from me though.”

“oh, but doesn’t it make such a good surprise?” wyatt teased. y/n scrunched up her nose in mocking.

“you’re lucky it did, because i’d never forgive you for all those rejected video chats otherwise.”

“believe me, sweetheart, that was torture. you don’t think i wanted to see that pretty face of yours?”

y/n blushed, giving wyatt a light push.

“don’t be cute. i’m trying to be mad at you.” y/n reached up once again and started brushing her fingers through wyatt’s hair, gearing up to start braiding whatever chunk of it she could reach.

“yeah, you’re doing a great job at that.”

“hey, i’m mad at you - not your hair.”

“oh, sure.” wyatt leaned over and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

“they know that they’re in public, right?” eliza asked.

“ugh, i know. could they be any more gross?” willa replied.

they were sat a few tables over with the rest of the zombie/werewolf crew that had emerged from last year’s events, unable to take their eyes off the disgustingly loved-up couple.

“come on, guys. they’re in love!” addison interjected, cheerful as ever.

“i think they’re adorable.” bree agreed, equally as perky as her best friend. bonzo uttered something in zombie-tongue.

“you’re right, their food is gonna go cold,”eliza replied, “and seabrook cafeteria food isn’t particularly hot anyway, it’s gonna be inedible.”

“they’re too busy making goo-goo eyes at eachother, i don’t think they’re even gonna eat it.” wynter piped up, “ooh - if they don’t eat their lunch, do you think they’ll let me have it?”

“you guys don’t pick on addison and i like this, do you?” zed started, throwing a defensive arm around his girlfriend.

“nah, you guys are nowhere near this gross.” responded willa.

and with that, the end-of-lunch bell rang. the gang could see y/n pout, grabbing hold of her boyfriend’s hand and making their way over to their table.

“hey guys, what are you talking about?” y/n smiled.

“oh… nothing.” zed replied, smirking.

“can i have your lunch? you didn’t eat it.” wynter interjected.

“sure,” wyatt answered, passing a slice of pizza to his friend, “knock yourself out.”

bonzo reached over, poked the pizza, and nodded. it was cold. wynter growled. no one touches her pizza, even if it wasn’t hers to start with.

“i’m taking y/n on a froyo date after school, so we’re fine with no lunch.” wyatt snaked an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her in close and kissing the top of her head.

“see you guys in class!” y/n piped up, waving bye-bye and making her way to her next lesson, wyatt still attached to her hip.

“i, for one, think they make a perfect couple.” addison smiled, watching her friends walk out of the cafeteria. zed planted a kiss on her forehead.

“not as perfect as us though, right?”

#disney zombies #wyatt lykensen #disney #pearce joza

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