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Metkayina Tales | masterlist

𝕚'𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪, 𝕚'𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖, 𝕚'𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕠, 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖.

Summary : Neteyam never thought that a woman from reef people would have such a deep impact on his life. She is Y/N, the eldest daughter of Olo'eyktan. Seems like Great Mother herself has planned their meeting, and they spend day by day with feelings that begin to grow. Until suddenly, sky people came and war is inevitable. Both of them must do dangerous things and make sacrifices to save each other. Will Neteyam, the mighty warrior from Omaticaya, be able to save the woman he loves?

Pairing : Neteyam x f!Metkayina reader (aged up)

Warnings/notes : contains fluff, sacrifice, mentions of death, war, blood, violence, depression, and a glimpse of smut in later chapter.

Wc : 22k | Status : finished

Song inspo : this one <3 i love ballad!

Chapters : 1. Catch My Breath 2. Burning Flames 3. Total Eclipse 4. I Did it For You 5. Make You Feel My Love

note : I'm new at writing fic, and English isn't my first language. I'll be very happy if you leave a reaction, lmk what you think of my writings! 😆

Also, I have a plan to write another fic, but still about Neteyam or maybe Lo'ak. maybe another series or just one-shot.

request are open ! I want to make friends so don't be shy to message me 🥰🥰

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sully family x reader

you’ll have to catch me first (sully siblings x sister!reader)

you were a sully, and sullys stick together - loak’s twin headcanons

his protector (lo'ak x older sister!reader)

reckless ( but helpful ) - part ii

independence (sully siblings x sully!reader)

modern headcanons ( feat. fali )

modern pt ii

graduating ( sully!daughter headcanons )

water fight ( lo'ak x twin!reader , neteyam x sister!reader )

not invincible ( sully family x sully!reader )

i would do it again ( sully family x metkayina!reader )

baby brother’s got a girl ( sully siblings x sully!daughter feat. fali )

imagine growing up as a na'vi growing up under the wing of the sully family

stuck ( sully siblings x sully!daughter feat. fali + metkayina crew )

youngest sully headcanons

insurmountable love

angry spirit

y/n sully x fali ( oc )

change is scary

meet the family

red handed

modern headcanons

modern pt ii

young love ( sully family reacting to fali + [y/n] )

the reason i live

welcome, brother

jealousy jealousy

reader that doesn’t process emotions well headcanons

baby brother’s got a girl

fali’s family headcanons

save the heart

stupid love

stuck

for him

atwow ( feat. [y/n] + fali )

healing is hard

lean on me, when you’re not strong

neteyam x reader

take my hand (neteyam x fem metkayina!reader)

harmless crush (neteyam x crush!reader)

he is my home ( neteyam x fem omaticaya!reader )

lo'ak x reader

his protector (loak x oldersister!reader)

reckless ( but helpful ) - part ii

you were a sully, and sully’s stick together - lo'ak’s twin headcanons

kiss her, you fool !! (lo'ak x fem!reader)

updated 02/04/25

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My favorite part was when she was curious of neteyam’s tail, that whole seen really. It was sooo cute but this song was all that was playing in my head the whole time

Twin Flames pt. 2

pairing: Ao’nung -> Neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

contains: angst with underlying fluff, melancholy ending. ao’nung and reader are 19, neteyam is 20

a/n: here is the well awaited part 2! i pretty much wrapped it up with the ending. my apologies to the ao’nung girlies if i break your heart with this 😅 i hope y’all enjoy wc: 3,219

Twin Flames. A love so fierce among two souls it’d be impractical to think you could come out unscathed. And while you and Ao’nung were written in the stars— stars burn out and fate can be revised.

Love hurts, that’s the truth of it all. You sign away the rights to your heart when you blindly take that plunge into a realm of whirlwinded emotions, because the reward is always worth the risk.

Ao’nung could sit here and say moments blurred into days, days into weeks, and so on. But the statement would be a bold faced lie, a lie he would much rather have been living over what he was experiencing now, because absolutely nothing blurred together. It was all painfully, crystal clear.

Each day he endures your absence from his life stretches the full, dreaded twenty four hours. Every grueling hour, every painstaking minute, every enervating second leaves him mercilessly aware of just how badly he’s screwed things up with you.

And he stalks around the village like an idiot, misplaced and hopeless, looking in every nook and cranny you might have tucked yourself away in to no avail. It’s like you’ve completely disappeared into thin air. Either that, or you’re really good at avoiding him.

He’d seen you in glimpses, evanescent moments where he’s left thinking he must have imagined your face, because in the blink of an eye, you’re gone. Just as quickly as you come, you go, like the shells the sea leaves upon the shoreline, only to steal them back into the taunting waters that laugh at your failed attempt to rush and grab them before they’re lured back into the deep.

He recognizes now, just how extensive the consequences of his actions are. It’s when he stalks back to his Mauri, a slight stagger in his stride due to the longevity of the day’s training. His father took no interest in going easy on him, probably due to how distracted he seemed the entirety of the lesson.

The centers of targets went untouched by the point of his spear because it fell short every time he plunged it through the air. Hot sand enveloped the discarded tool in a blanket of gold when he chucked it down out of frustration and he’s so fucking tired of this.

In the midst of his exhaustion, his mind plays a cruel trick on him. Makes him think that he’s trudging all the way home to meet your bright smile and warm embrace, until reality hits him like a relentless, angered wave of accountability and almost has his knees buckling. Of course you’re not there, how foolish of him to think you’d forget about what he did and throw yourself right back into the crossfire of his confliction.

It’s pathetic. How he lays in his bed at night, alone, defeated, kept up with the never ceasing memory of how hard he made you cry that day. How he swore he could feel the shards of what once was the shell of your being scrape his skin as it slipped through his fingers and into nothingness before him. He desperately tried to hold onto them, tried to put your pieces back together, but you wouldn’t even let him do that. You scooped up the broken remnants of your heart and took them with you. Couldn’t you have let him keep just one?

He stares across his moonlit room at the shelf on his wall. Particularly at the disheveled accessory that sits atop it, mocking him in the way it’s gone unworn. Slightly misshapen from how tightly your hand had clenched around it, your indignation molded into the crumpled fabric. The gift haunts him, reminds him of the day he wishes he could take back but he can’t bring himself to get rid of it. It’s all he has left of you and your scent still lingers on the leather, though It’s fading, slowly.

He wonders how you’re doing, how you’re handling the whispers that float through the air of you being the latest victim of his immaturity. How he aches to comfort you, to tell you that you were so much more to him than another thoughtless mistake, more than a cheap rendezvous. It angers him, rocks his core with something fierce the way people talk about what happened like it’s their latest gossip. But who is he to blame but himself?

Any other time, or any other girl, rather, he would have been laughing right alongside the talebearers. Shrugging in a disgustingly nonchalant manner and blaming whatever poor soul he’d wronged for her own heartbreak because she knew what she was getting into when she got with him.

It’s why it hurts so bad. Because even while you managed to uproot a gentle side to him no one else had before, somehow he still found a way to hurt you, and even worse than the others at that.

How did he fuck up this badly?

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A month has passed and he wishes he would have lost count by now. Everyday without you is excruciating. He had no idea he could miss someone to this extent and it’s why he’s sat by himself on the shore, watching the waves crash against the waiting rocks, elbows resting upon his perched knees with his forearms hung limp between them. And like usual, his ears perk up at the sound of your name in a conversation that has nothing to do with him.

“So, Y/n, huh?” A voice chuckles.

He’s instantly on alert, all because your name rolls from a male’s tongue a little too freely. His spine straightens and his throat clears as he wills his body to remain calm at the simple mention of you.

“Yeah, man. I haven’t seen them together in a while, not sure what happened but I’m pretty sure it’s over. My rites are next week, and I’ll definitely pass. I’m thinking of asking her for her hand.”

Ao’nung nearly recoils and he’s up on his feet in seconds. The thought of you with someone else has his mind in a frenzy. Everything is a blur, the shouting of those around to witness is muted when his fist comes in contact with the poor na’vi’s nose and he’s hissing down at him in a fit of unrefined rage as if he even has the right.

“She’s spoken for.”

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Though his failed attempts proved to be fruitless— Ao’nung was somehow still confident enough, or maybe deep enough in denial to believe that eventually, you’d come around. That in due time, the memories of his mistake would trickle from your mind and you’d fall into him again.

But then, the tide changes.

Strange na’vi come swooping in on unfamiliar looking animals, drawing up a crowd of alarmed villagers with their arrival. Men shield their mates from the potential threat, and mothers scoop their children up off their feet and into protective arms while weapons are quickly gathered in preparation.

The screeches of the large birds split through the air and ring uncomfortably in Ao’nung’s ears, but still, he starts towards the direction of the disruption. The dark blue na’vi land on the wet sand of the shores, slender bodies lacking of weapons and hands outstretched to propose vulnerability, ensuring that they come in peace.

There’s six of them. The father, he assumes, the mother, a small girl who’s quickly gathered by her mother’s curt demand, a strange looking female who nervously cowers into her shawl behind them, and two boys.

Their tails are odd, lithe and silly in the way they swish back and forth with uncertainty. A tuft of hair decorates the ends and Ao’nung’s face crinkles in disapproval, but for some reason, you’re intrigued.

It’s the first time he’s really seen you in weeks. All of you, no longer hidden by your desire to avoid him. And somehow, you’re even more beautiful than when he’d last seen you, eyes beady, sparkling and round with interest and he prays you’ll look in his direction, but you don’t. You stand with the rest of the crowd, hands folded behind your back while you eye the strange looking newcomers and Eywa he just wants to hold you again. It’s hard to focus on the invasion of foreigners to his land, because all he can think about is you.

The younger one has already expressed interest and introduced himself to Tsireya with an upwards nod of his head, and she’s a giggling mess beside you, so Ao’nung assumes it must be the eldest brother you’re watching so intently. The armor he wears resembles his father’s, but there’s an obvious difference between their status as he quietly stands behind the man negotiating. Toruk Makto, he comes to find out, or what he calls himself—Jakesully.

Ao’nung isn’t even listening to the conversation his father is having right beside him, because you laugh and his ear turns in its direction, then his head follows. That sweet, sweet laugh. It should’ve melted his heart, like it always did, but instead it makes it freeze over and sends a chill prickling up his spine, because you’re not looking at him.

You couldn’t help your curiosity.

Contrary to Tsireya’s advice, you’d reached out and touched the fluff of the eldest brother’s tail, because everything about him was so different from you and you had a hard time believing he was real. His markings resembled stripes, yours waves. His hair neatly plaited, yours loose. He’s very, very composed, hands politely clasped together in front of him, head raised confidently but not arrogantly and you don’t know why, but you like that. His physique is lean, carved and sculpted to reveal tight muscles that of a warrior. He’s taller than Ao’nung, and much taller than you.

It made you giggle, how his tail seemed to be the most animated part of his dignified, soldier-like disposition, because it hurriedly curled around his small waist with a mind of its own and away from your gentle finger the moment you made contact. The Metkayina boy felt his stomach curdle and bubble with jealousy at your genuine infatuation with this stranger.

The eldest’s braids sway over his shoulders with the movement of his head whipping around, wooden beads clacking against each other while his intense, aureate eyes attempt to locate the culprit of the intrusion. They miss you completely and glance right over your head, but when his chin meets his chest to return his attention to the Olo’eyktans’ conversation, that’s when they find you, and take time to trail down your form. And they keep you, and don’t let you go for a long, spark-filled moment, your big blue eyes peering up into his amber ones that twinkle with newfound interest. You’re shorter than the girls he’s used to, your body plump and soft in the areas Omaticayan women are slender. The boy’s never seen someone quite like you before, that’s clear in the way his brow bone raises.

You looked apprehensive for a beat, smile faltering due to the searing, unintentionally intimidating gaze this man has on you while he examines your person, and Ao’nung’s foot moves to approach, ready to protect his long lost love from this bizarre na’vi— this intruder.

But then, the boy’s hardened mask crumbles, bioluminescent freckles emit a soft glow against dark blue, and he smiles at you, more than willing to look past your curiosity. Your cheeks flush amaranth when you return his grin, the same way they would when you used to look into his eyes.

It was in that moment, Ao’nung felt his heart split into four, as it’d already been severed in half long before this.

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You make him feel welcome. Neteyam, that is. He occupies the early hours of your day, meets you at your Mauri every morning with a basket of your favorite fruits as a thank you for helping train him and his siblings, because he’s just not satisfied with being anything less than perfect. And it’s like you’ve completely forgotten about your past in the way you beam and pull him along the netted path by his hand, effervescent in the way you bounce along, insistent and thrilled to show him all the parts of your home�� his new home.

And he trails behind you with the goofiest smile, because Neteyam would follow you anywhere. He made this known to you from the start and that was something you craved—the solidity of it all. Assurance. The security in something real.

He’s sweet to you, Ao’nung knows he is, because after just a month of these forest freaks living in the village, he notices unfamiliar trinkets begin to adorn your stature.

You now keep a few long braids in your hair, one on either side of your face, and two in the back, you’ve never done that before. You always claimed you liked your hair loose like the waves of the sea you loved so— untamed like the light of your spirit. But your undeniable pull to the man of the forest has you compromising.

There’s a stack of unfamiliar beads looped on the ends of each of them, and surely they’re not made with a material collected from the reef. They’re wooden and polished, embellished with painted markings he doesn’t recognize. You’ve never worn those before.

Ao’nung waits for this fling to pass. But then, the second month goes by, and then another, until he realizes that you’ve moved on. Of course you have. Why shouldn’t you? It’s not like you hadn’t found him cozied up with another girl, cooing the same promises he’d kissed onto your skin into the ear of another, as if he hadn’t been telling you for nights on end that he wanted to make you his mate. What a beautiful lie, and if only you’d known it was the truth.

You like Neteyam, because he’s gentle. He’s kind, and thoughtful, and cares for others more than he cares for himself. He makes you feel seen, and safe. Valued. You make him feel heard, and appreciated. Relaxed. Things the both of you have apparently lacked the majority of your young lives.

It’s easy with him, because you never have to worry about his eyes lingering elsewhere or his attention wandering. He’s so smitten with you and you’re so enamored with him, and it’s all so consuming that you don’t know what else to do other than rave about it from the cliff tops to prevent your heart from bursting with the premature promise of forever and scaring him off, little do you know he wants it more than you do.

Neteyam makes you feel whole, and gorgeous in all aspects of your being, not just beautiful because of what he sees on the outside. He’s in love with your soul, in a way you never thought a man could be, but only because you’d never been told.

You’re his only one, and in every breath he takes he makes sure this is known. He boasts about you to his parents and siblings and the friends he’s managed to make in the village whenever he gets the chance. And with slender fingers, he’s much more skilled at Ao’nung at this jewelry making thing, because damn near every week there’s a shiny new prospect of Neteyam’s love and appreciation strung around your neck in pretty beads and shells that have you squealing and jumping into his waiting arms as if he’s proposed.

It’s something you’d always told Ao’nung you wanted, a token of his appreciation in the form of something you could hold, something you could keep close to your heart for years to come. Something he never got around to doing because he insisted to himself that it’d push him off the deep end and into the tumultuous waters of loving you, unknown to the fact that he needed no one to help him do that but himself.

You feel like a princess everyday because Neteyam tells you that you are one. And he doesn’t just tell you, he treats you as such, too.

Sun kissed jewels from the high depths only a skilled climber can reach dress your wrist, like they were made for you. They match your eyes and you wear them like it’s your second skin because you almost cried when he gave them to you, paired with a confession of his love and Ao’nung wishes he’d thought of it first.

It makes him sick. All he hears around the grapevine is how you’ve never looked this happy. How you have an unmistakable glow to you, a pep in your step due to the golden boy who’s somehow won the hearts of the people in Awa’atlu in his short time here, just as he had done with his own people back home.

How a weightlessness clings to your answers when your friends ask how you and the forest boy are getting along, because it’s nothing less than a dream come true.

It’s a stupid question, the answer is so painfully obvious that it has Ao’nung wanting to rip his hair out.

Neteyam looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in his sky, like the sun rises in your irises though he knows the blazing star is much too hot to be the color blue. He holds onto you in public, proudly, without shame or fear that others might see, because he’s just so blessed to call you his.

He’d even passed his rites to cement that, the first out of his siblings to do so, and it’s no surprise that he chose one of the most extensive designs for his tattoo. You were right there, holding his hand as he sat through the entire session with no breaks, all to prove to you how strong of a warrior he was. Though the black ink etched along the side of his hip that stretches all the way down to his ankle is more than enough proof of that. And as if to rub seasalt into the wound, he’d even tamed Tsurak (Skimwing) on his first try, because he excels in everything he does, yet the man shows you off as if you’re his biggest accomplishment.

Because you are, and you should be. Ao’nung just hates that it isn’t him in his spot.

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He shouldn’t have asked.

But you and Tsireya are close friends and he just wanted his mind to shut up with the endless scenarios it creates on loop when he’s trying to sleep at night. He just wanted to know if it was as serious as it looked, and his foolish heart really hoped it wasn’t. So every time Tsireya returned home from the daily training sessions with you and the other Sully’s, he was the first to meet her at the entrance, prying her for more information on you and the one who’d taken his place.

“Tell me,” He demands of his younger sister. It’s a look she’s never seen in his eyes before— desperation. “Does she love him?” He breathes, grasping on to the last bit of hope he has left.

She sighs, plucking her bicep from his soft hold with a gentle shake of her head. “Ask her yourself, Ao’nung. This is no longer my place, I will not get in the middle of your messes.”

“I can’t ask her, ‘Reya, you know that.” He pleads with her, “She won’t even look at me anymore. Please, just tell me.”

Her eyes meet his, looking between them and he can feel the disappointment radiating off her demeanor because she knows what he’s done. She knows you and Neteyam have plans to make your bond official, and she knows it’s far too late for her brother to fix things.

“Do you want her to be happy?”

Ao’nung hesitates at the question, but nods nonetheless. His answer is complicated, there’s layers to it. He wants you back, because he wants you to be happy, and you were always happy when you were with him. At least, you used to be, so maybe things could go back to the way they were if he tried hard enough.

But all hope dwindles like a candle snuffed with wet fingers when he hears the truth he’s been avoiding.

“Then let her go.”

part one

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Read it so many times and im still not tired of it

'ANLA MASTERLIST

Status: COMPLETE

Summary: Ao'nung is carefree and rude, to say the least. All he needs is the fear of Eywa in him, and a girl from the Omatikaya clan unexpectedly straightens him out.

Pairing: Ao'nung/Fem!Na'vi!Sully Reader

Tag: #'anla ao'nung fic

posted on ao3

Warnings: slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers (kinda), canon compliance, canon-typical violence, angst, teenagers acting like teenagers, depression, grief/mourning, overprotective parents, death threats, mature language

CHAPTERS:

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight - fin

SERIES DISCUSSIONS/QUESTIONS:

Neteyam

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“Don’t you tell me to calm down. No more words, just Fück You For Now.”

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“You make me feel si-si-si-sick, I am the IT girl,”

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“Are you mine, all mine? I wanna hear you tell me that it's mine all night,”

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“Santa baby, I know you’re listenin,”

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“Not a heart on earth can beat My Love,”

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“You go your way, I’ll go mine,”

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“I need to know what you’ve been dreaming of,”

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Summary: Time. It's always passing by, always changing things that you wish stayed the same. It brought the good and it brought the bad, hell it brought the down right best time in your life. The best thing in your life came with time. It came with some stumbled steps, tough spots...it came with time.

Prologue

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

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“Love when you call me a star, you let me down in the dark,”

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Latest obsession

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This is one of the best stories I’ve read. It had me hanging at the edge of my seat and I loved it🥹

method acting (completed) ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

actor!eren x actor f!reader

method acting is a very powerful skill. using your own personal, physical, emotional self and pouring it into the character on the screen makes for a powerful performance. except when it's you and eren - you're not sure where the acting starts and real life begins.

read on ao3

the method acting playlist!!

content: actor!au, childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, it was always you trope, fluff, HEAVY ANGST (i'm serious. people were ready to hang me at the stake please be warned), miscommunication (even more sorry), CELEBRITY DRAMA, taylor swift songs and smau at some parts!

triple threat

the ensemble cast

the time of your life

award show etiquette

new year's day

historic wins

the softest kind of love

sick with sadness

the sound of the applause

the met gala

ribbons release

lacy, oh lacy

my love, mine all mine

the third act

it's time to go

funeral

all too well

the new romantics

lovesick

fine line

the beach

speak now

tolerate it

all american bitch

style

better than revenge

sofia

sweet nothing

see you soon

long story short

extras (method acting fan casts, tracklists etc.):

debut tracklist

lover girl tracklist

ribbons tracklist

the lucky one tracklist

valedictorian tracklist

birds of a feather tracklist

pls comment on this post or any of the chapters if you want to be added to the taglist <3

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I-…..I NEED MORE TO THIS OMFG DHEJDBBSVXJSISJSBDBHD. I NEED MY HEART BROKEN EVEN MORE.

Okay angst idea I came up with.

Soap is such a loving man, he's so kind and caring, strong and stable, and even if he leaves for long periods of time, you always manage to make things work. It's always been you and him, ever since he lied about his age to get into the military, highschool sweethearts sticking it out.

You're everyone's dream couple, one of the stories everyone looks to and is amazed how it worked out for you both, and you two are even surprised by how well your relationship has worked for so long, especially considering the stereotypes around military men and their partners- especially once they got married.

Your sex life is something you both fond to be healthy and even a bit erratic, but what can you do when he's gone for months at a time? You make up lost time and practically cling to eachother. From his basic training all the way till he joined the 141.

Of course he's gonna grow close with the squad, spending time with them, fighting, saving eachothers asses. You hear all about them and they all sounded so interesting and were inspiring people. You were happy for Johnny. And he was happy.

But things slowly take a turn, and it's small, and you don't even notice it. How he mentions ghost evey once in a while when he's home. Attempting to find and contact him when they're both off duty. Trying to get drinks. Hang out. You thought nothing of it.

Because everything was perfect between you and him. Nothing changed between you and Johnny, so did it really matter?

He comes to you one day, fresh out of a shower amd you're laying in bed after a long night, scrolling through your phone absent-mindedly. And that's when he asked, almost shy and bashful, but as adorable as he looked- you felt a crack when he asked you.

How would you feel if Ghost joined you two?

It should've been an opportunity that would have anyone jumping. Two strong, beautiful, admirable men in your bed with you? Touching you intimately? Getting your needs met and moving on the next day, and then, it's just you and Johnny again.

But...you saw through it. Your mind wonders, and you think about it for a while, even as Soap unknowingly sulks at the thought of Ghost not being in his bed. You notice. And fuck- you'd do anything to make Johnny happy, so you bite thr bullet, and give him the go ahead.

Because it'll always be you and Johnny in the end.

And when Ghost- Simon, comes into your bed, you notice it even more. How Ghost os solely focused on your Johnny. How Johnny seems to forget your there at certain moments, the intimate touches that seemed to hold a lot of meaning, the breathless chuckles a d laughs that leave them, and the fact that for most of the night- you're pushed to the side. A margin note.

And even if you and Johnny loved eachother, together through years, stronger than anything...watching both of them together made your relationship crumble right before your eyes.

So you lay in bed, a deep sigh leaving you, a few silent tears betraying your blank face as you "sleep" facing away from the both of them, John in the middle, Ghost on the other, both cuddled up rather well with one another.

Insecurity plagues your mind, and you see the cracks in your relationship, even if they only seem to be coming from your end.

Days, weeks, a month passes. And John is worried. You're pulling from him. No longer walking around in your underwear after you shower and get ready, no more random kisses, no more hugs from behind, no more... intimacy. You touch him, and it's cold, its hollow, empty. He tries to talk, and you brush it off, as you notice how he contacts Ghost more and more, laughing behind a locked bedroom door and the frequency only seems to intensify.

He feels alone now. Your warmth is gone. Your stability is hollow, and your heart seems to be gone, and all that's left is a shell of his Bonnie...when was the last time you called him a name other John? Even Johnny?

But you smile at him, and tell him you're okay, you're just not feeling all to well at most... somethings going on with your family... you and a friend had a spat. But you ignore his advances and love. He's called up your family to check up and everything's alright. Your friend is too, because he's asked to see of everything's okay.

And when Soap puts the phone down after another text, he notices you, laying in bed turned to your side, deep asleep with no goodnight kiss, no cuddling, no jokes or nothing.

And Johnny realizes he's lost you, while Soap managed to get Ghost, and he can't help but let a few sobs out, even while you laid there, with tears falling silently once again.