#but after letting this sit for weeks ive realized that if i try to do that none of them will get posted lmao

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: Delores in the Parantural au, a giant centipede spirit. She is screaming at the viewer in fury. The art is partially constrained in a box, but Delores's spiky legs and tentacles break out of the borders. She has more mandibles than her usual design, spikier horns, and her legs have barbed tips. End ID.]

In Parantural, when spirits get really mad/scared/hurt, they can start to turn into something called a Grudge, which involves making the spirit's design more fucked up. Obviously i had to give that a shot! Sorry Delores, that means youre having a Bad Time. This can be like. an au of the au?

[seventhcallisto]

Chapter IV — "mirrors."

Deep down.

Toc/cw; suggestive undertones, dialog, and themes. Pre-heat haze, san getting angry, ooc yunho and san. More world building, possessiveness. I'm bad with cw. COMMENTS PUSH MY MOTIVATIOOON Thank you♡

It's four days before your heat. Hongjoong, and you are trying your best not to be obvious about your affections, but it's getting harder the closer you get to your heat. Maybe it's the consistency of your schedule. Waking up at the earliest of dawn, writing down new lyrics as soon as you reach for your phone and then immediately getting up and beginning your day that had changed, which ended up with you feeling strange. However, today is not your typical schedule day.

You thought you'd have more time, really. Seriously. Now you're a heaving, writhing mess under your blankets. Not knowing what's going on because it's the first time you've felt this after your diagnosis. Too hot. Too cold. Never enough. Tossing and turning. Burning to be touched. It only lingers for an hour like a warning sign. The sense of being on the verge of heat. You don't know exactly what to do or what to say. Google is fairly helpful. You especially don't want to leave your room when all of your members are alphas. Even if they're taking scent suppressants, your smell is still extremely sensitive to them.

He hardly remembers you tucking him in a while ago now. Suddenly, your words echo.

"If you remember in the morning, then I give you full permission." To what? He doesn't know. All day- all week. As san gets ready, sits with wooyoung, does some more practicing, eats out with some friends. He still doesn't know what you meant, and he's grown frustrated about it. He's completely lost from the amount of drinking he did with wooyoung.

Maybe the over drinking thing is getting to san. Woo has got to stop daring him to drink more. He can't believe he still allows him to get away with it. As san arrives home around mid day from filming, he realizes it's time to settle in for the rest of the day.

Your scent lingers in the apartment, and it's a good thing that jongsik has told them to begin taking scent suppressants to prevent any of them from practically jumping you. It provides the self-control they need, but it doesn't prevent the thoughts that course through everyone's minds when they get the tiniest scent of you.

It may be thanks to the scent suppressants they have complete control over what they're feeling and doing currently. But it doesn't mean none of them want to knot you. Surely, san is speaking on behalf of his members that it would be heaven to do so. If they didn't have the scent suppressants.. well, san doesn't want to pop a boner thinking about it.

So, for now, they're just coping with your pre-heat scent all over the apartment. No one is allowed in other than the guys. Your pack. San definitely prefers it that way. He peels his jacket off when he steps through the threshold of the doorway, quickly closing it behind him to lock your scent inside.

Seonghwa prepares another meal for you, considering you're still cooped up in your room. And san wonders if hongjoong has been in and out of there, based purely on the smell of him lingering in the hallway. There's been talk about you and hongjoong. Gossip amongst the guys. The papers san found a while ago proves so.

He slaps the paper down in front of wooyoung. Taping his pointer finger against the signed line. "Look! She let him sign it!" san whines, grabbing at his hair. "This is driving me crazy," he huffs as he paces. On wooyoungs bed, yeosang and wooyoung scan the piece of paper. Jaws slack in shock.

There's no way they can dismiss this. Somehow, san got his sticky fingers on your heat paperwork. They don't say anything about that, but the signed line for your heat helpers is only signed by hongjoong. The pack alpha, yes they could ask him. But that would be extremely disrespectful, questioning the pack alpha.

Woo runs a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "Well, what if we ask- what if she gets uncomfortable? What if she doesn't want us to sign it and she feels pressured to say yes?"

Jongho enters their shared bedroom, questionable looks between his other members. The paper in question catches his eyes. "Why do you have that?" He asks, shutting the door behind him.

Does everyone know about the paper?

San struggles to come up with an explanation for the youngest member. "I- wo-" he looks to wooyoung, wooyoung lays the paper on the blanket, putting his hands up, he claims not to know anything about it. San has no other option except for explaining himself to jongho and what he's gathered the past few days.

Once san is finished explaining in the most rushed manner. Yeosang speaks up, looking to him. "I'm not asking her." Yeosang says, laying down his foot. "If she doesn't want us on it, it's not our place to ask her," yeosang looks back down to the paper in wooyoungs hand. "Put it back where you found it." jongho says, uncrossing his arms from his chest and leaving the room.

San looks back at the paper, propped up at the corner of the kitchen. It's not usual for paperwork to be left around here and there. But the fact you left it out in plain sight when San had to go and physically see it in your room to get it is very suspicious. He can even see the obvious bold letters spelling 'Heat Assessment'.

He not so subtly runs past seonghwa, slamming his keys down on the counter next to the paper. Seonghwa looks up from the dish he's preparing for you, looking at san, who hovers over the counter.

"Hey," seonghwa calls san. San shakes from his thoughts, turning toward the older member. Paper in hand. He reads seonghwas signature, cursive and strategically placed next to hongjoongs. "What are you doing with that?" Seonghwa doesn't flinch. he doesn't even ask about the content of the paper. Truly. Everyone knows, and now seonghwas signature is on it.

"How do you know what I have?" San asks, walking across the kitchen to seonghwa who spreads out some slices of apples on your plate. Seonghwa doesn't look up, "we all know what that is." It's a lie. Many of them dont know. San knows it, too. seonghwa pops a slice into his mouth, biting down on it. The souring scent of san fills the kitchen. "Why has -" he slams the hand holding the paper down next to the plate. Suddenly Agitated. "Why has no one asked about it?"

Seonghwa looks to san, finishing cutting the cheese with the knife in hand. "Asked? It's none of your business." Maybe seonghwa is a little harsh about it. He knows that, for fact. The door down the hallway pops open. San doesn't take a second to tell seonghwa off. Instead, he's marching down the hallway.

Hongjoong is just about to enter your room when he feels san pull him back by his arm. A deep set frown over his eyebrows. "Why didn't you tell us about this!?" He places the paper against hongjoongs chest. Hongjoong looks between the paper and san. Pulling it off.

San is picking for a fight. Seonghwa and hongjoong know. Whatever your scent has done has triggered san to be more possessive of you and more aggressive. Your heat is just around the corner, so the tension is rising in the apartment, and it's higher than ever. The boiling point has been reached since this morning.

"Why is your name on this!" San belts, looking between hongjoong and seonghwa.

Yunho steps out of his shared room with yeosang. The shorter peeps over his shoulder to look for where the yelling is coming from. The door creaks open across from them. Wooyoung and jongho peak out. Confusion written on their faces. Lastly. Mingi is the one to step out from the last bedroom on the left, right across from your room where they're currently at.

"San" hongjoong tenses, watching the way san challenges him. The sudden twisting smell of sans scent burning in his nose. "Tell me," san says through clenched teeth. Seonghwa tries to pull at his shoulder to lead him away from the leader but san shrugs his hand off roughly, cursing through his teeth. Sans tough hands shoot out, pushing hongjoong into mingi. The leader catches himself quickly with the help of mingi. Staring wide-eyed at san.

San, who just opened your door and went into your room. Locking the door behind him. He can hear the pounding on the other side. Drowning out his members, San steps forward into your dim bedroom. The only light comes from the window directly across from your door. It shines the dark room only slightly.

San calls you name and hears a shuffle of things in your closet. The walkover is draining. He can feel himself being pulled in by your sweet scent, invading his lungs. He knocks on it gently.

In the gap, your fingers slide the sliver of the door open. Eyes still blinking back sleepiness. San has to take a sharp breath at the invasion of his senses. You're curled up on the makeshift bed in your closet. A nest you made.

Plenty of clothes san has noticed were missing are strewn in a pile under you. Clad in hardly any clothing to combat the heat of your body. San bends down to your level. You still seem you. The smell isn't in full bloom. San can tell, somehow.

" 'Mega?" San calls to you ever so gently, watching you rub your eyes. "Sannie?" you respond, voice filled with recognition. The sound of your voice makes the tension in sans shoulders dissipate. You stumble up and out of the closet, anxiety begging to settle into your bones. He backs up to give you space. Did he even plan anything he was gonna say?

"What are you doing in my room?" You ask, rubbing your arm because of the cold breeze, and definitely not because you're nervous. "Doesn't my preheat scent affect you or whatever? It's not safe.." You mumble the last bit. San struggles to answer. "The scent suppressants.." he trails off. Watching you rub at the sweat on your forehead. He watches you twitch every so often. You don't meet his eyes. Grimacing slightly. "San.. what did you need?" You know he's not here to talk about something so simple. And the settling pain of your incoming heat is twisting your guts to make room for a big knot at the sudden interest of an alpha in your presence.

San sighs, all frustration draining from him in your presence. Wrapped around your smell. "The heat assessment paper." He says, you take a sharp breath. "What about it?" You turn to look away. San stands across from you.

"Do you really want me to sign it?" He asks in a single breath. You blink up at him, swaying in the cold room. "I said yes last night, did I not?" You huff.

You're kinda mean when you're in pre-heat. San thinks. He goes quiet. That's when you reach out, cupping his arm. Warm eyes meeting his in the dark. "San, I want all of you to sign it"

And you're being extremely bold. "All of us?" San mumbles out, shocked. It's not true, right? San, woo, and yeosang, can all be there for your heat? He won't have to feel terrible about signing it. His members (who are equally infatuated with you) can, too?

"You want all of us to sign it?" San phrases better, grabbing your palm in his, off his arm. "Yes, sign it," you sigh, growing impatient. This is why hongjoong and seonghwas name is on your paperwork.

San feels the hope bubble in his throat. Really, he can have it all. And especially when all he wants is to be with you at this moment. He doesn't care, you want him, and he wants you. Sans tough and somewhat calloused hands wrap around your jaw on each side, his fingers glancing over your primary scent gland, which makes you shudder into him. Your name falls off his lips as he searches yours. You can't help but stare at the lines in his perfectly round lips. As soon as his eyes fall over your own. He's pulling you into him.

You can feel the passion in sans touch, and you can feel the desperation of his kiss as it becomes more heavy. His left hand slipped down to your waist to pull you even closer. His fingertips teasing the hem of your shirt. Lips move in tandem, San wants to completely be overwhelmed by you, to be molded by your words and do whatever you want him to. And you want to completely drown into San.

Sans feet shift under him as you guide him, your hands slither into his hair. When you tug gently, san sighs into your mouth, never does he part. Nor does he want to. You know if you keep going, you'll succumb into the inner war of letting San have you here and now. San is oblivious to this. He's slowly letting himself slip into the other mindset he's pushed off for so long, the one where he gets to have you and take care of you like an alpha should.

You shake him out of it. Pushing his shoulder back against the door. You dislodged yourself from his lips. A soft tug, and you're gone from San. He lets out a strangled sound at the lack of your touch. You can't be entangled like this when you're so close to your heat. You can't let this get to you. Breathing each other in, you softly speak. "You have to go," you tell him. San can feel the door rattle against his back.

"As soon as you're done signing, it needs to be turned into the heat sanctuary I'm going to be at. If you don't, the signatures will mean nothing."

So that's why you've been cooped up in your room instead of going to your heat sanctuary. You've been waiting for them to sign it. As soon as san feels the door tug from his back, and you quickly shoving him out. Yunho is pulling the rest of him. Scowling. A screwdriver in hand as they tried to pry open your door. "Why did you do that! That was dangerous! For both of you!"

San heard and felt your words.

Everyone has been withholding their urges all week. Perhaps the scent suppressants are working compared to how your first heat hit. When they didn't know that scent you were producing and why suddenly they wanted to cover you in their own scents. It's a lot less easy knowing that you're only a room away in an apartment full of alphas who are willing to give you anything. But you don't know that. Hongjoong does. He takes a shuddered breath when he stands at your door ealy that morning. He can smell your preheat scent seeping out of the cracks.

Hongjoong knocks a few times. Listening for any movement on the other side. The door swings open. He's smacked with a wall of your smell. "Hongjoongie," you sigh happily. Pulling him in. "Hey pretty girl" he answers, pushing the hair behind your ears and out of your face when you don't stop to turn around and keep pulling him to your closet.

"Look," you slide the door open, dropping the edges of his shirt to crawl inside. "Come," you beckon him down towards the floor, pulling at his hand. He grins, crawling in. He's much too big for your tiny closet, but you fit in it perfectly. Hongjoong can see the amount of clothes on the floor, it's like a mountain, and in the center of it, it's big enough for you and someone else to sit in.

You're so very eager to get hongjoong in that circle, just to see if it's big enough. "Once I get to the heat place, I can make a bigger one for all of us." You push at hongjoongs shoulders, and his back hits the clothing softly. He doesn't know exactly what you're doing until you're sitting atop him, trying to nestle your face into his neck. He places two hands on your hips.

You're scenting him now, hongjoong knows this but decides to ask anyway. Shoving your face as close as you can get to him, your lips breeze passes his glands. Your forehead falls there instead, rubbing back and forth to transfer your scent. Encouraging a shuddered breath out of him. "What are you doing, huh?" He pulls your head out of his neck, his right hand holding your nape softly. You huff, hongjoong scans your features in the dark.

"You don't smell like me," you pout, hongjoong laughs lightly. Maybe in a teasing way but more so in a 'that was really cute' kind of way. The grin on his face tells you what exactly he's thinking. "Don't laugh at me" you pull away, sitting up on his chest. You drain the breath out of him in the best way.

Hongjoong slips to sit up, holding you close to him and not any lower. He only has so much control for now, and he doesn't want to risk giving a certain area the stimulus. "I'm not," he bites his grin. "You are," you mumble, shaking your head from the fog. You plop it on his shoulder, holding him against you.

"I'm not even in my heat yet, and I'm exhausted," you say into his shoulder. Hongjoong sighs for you. "I know, I'm working on it," he kisses your head. "I'll get you a knot as soon as possible, okay?" The sentence sounds so innocent when it really isn't. His finger rubs the side of your neck, where your scent glands are.

The thought of seeing hongjoong above you, giving you his knot, being in you for the first time, flashes through your mind. Your voice gets stuck in your throat. You stop the pulse between your thighs the best you can. "You can't say that." You whimper, pulling off of him. It takes everything in you to do so. The omega in you cries to be closer. Hongjoong pats your hip as you land softly on the clothes next to him. This plan is driving you mad, and yet you still have a week of a long heat ahead of you. "Has san said anything yet?" You look to hongjoong.

Hongjoong shakes his head, watching you lean your head on his knee. Prettily poking your lips at him in the most frustrating of pouts. "What if he didn't hear me?.. What if he doesn't like me like that?" You mumble, closing your eyes and squishing your legs into your chest.

"He heard you. He does." hongjoong sighs, rubbing your cheek softly. You don't know if he's saying it to reassure you. But you really hope san did hear you. And you hope you're not getting your hopes up.

Hongjoong tells seonghwa first. He trusts seonghwa a lot. You trust seonghwa just as much. The idea of going to him first was completely a mutual idea.

Later in the morning, Hongjoong knocks on his door, the one he shares with mingi and san. Sans out today. Wherever he is, he decides not to learn the details. Lately, san has been giving him the cold shoulder. And hongjoong has some idea why.

On the other hand, joong isn't ready to tell mingi about you wanting them. Hongjoong knows that as soon as he tells mingi, mingi will lose himself and steal you away for the week. You might end up inducing Mingis rut in the process. It's just not a great idea to tell mingi before everyone else, no matter if he gets upset about knowing later.

So with that, as soon as hongjoong learned seonghwa was alone in his bedroom, hongjoong took the opportunity. Three knocks, and he's entering. Seonghwa rests on his bed, looking at his phone. Hongjoong takes the bed across from him. Seonghwa knows whatever conversation they're about to have. It's gonna be serious. He sits up, taking whatever hongjoong has got to say heads on.

Seriously, if hongjoong says that you two are dating exclusively, seonghwas heart might actually explode into tiny shards.

It begins the same as a nightmare seonghwa has been having for a couple of days. "You know she and i are together," hongjoong starts off with, not knowing how else to phrase it. Seonghwas mouth falls open. "I.. what?"

Hongjoong really doesn't know how to say this. But for your sake, he's trying. "We're dating. I think we are - anyway. I was the first one who asked her, " hongjoong kinda bluffs, he didn't ask. It was kinda set in stone as soon as your lips touched his. Seonghwa wants to urgently shake hongjoong to spill everything. "She wants us to be a more intimate pack if you get what I'm saying, more than what the media suggests." Seonghwa sucks a harsh breath in, eyebrows furrowed.

"She feels most comfortable with us, not only that but.." hongjoong tries to gather his words. "She likes all of us, more than friends, more than members. She wants us on her heat assessment." Hongjoong explains, he can't exactly tell seonghwa you like-love him, it's not his place too. If seonghwa wanted an answer, he could ask you himself.

"She wants all of us?" Seonghwa can't believe it, to be with you and not make it awkward amongst them, is this true? Seonghwa can share. He can play nice. He might even enjoy the idea of sharing with the entirety of the pack. It's something he doesn't really understand, but he's completely fine with anyway.

Hongjoong nods, signifying that seonghwa is correct. Seonghwa let's out a breath.

"I'll sign it." He let's his words freely flow.

And when seonghwa brings your breakfast for the day, you're surprised to see him. And he's very surprised to see you making a nest in your closet instead of relaxing in your bed. "Hwa?" You question, taking the plate gently, your round eyes look up to him, assessing his presence. It reminds him of that moment in the kitchen, and seonghwa grips his fingers into the clothes under him to prevent the blood flowing somewhere else. "Hi," he greets back with a hum. You place the plate down next to the closet door.

"Hungry?" He asks, watching your behavior. You shake your head. "Not really... My heat last time took a lot, and I still tried to eat as much as i could," you sigh. Seonghwa knows a heat will take everything out of you, and you still won't be hungry until after. Too driven by the urge to.. well, breed, really. He hums as he listens to you talk.

You look like the most beautiful person in his eyes. Even when seonghwa met you for the first time. Even before debut, when you were just a tiny beta that begged to be picked on just to bite back. Even during every bad hair day you claimed. He reaches out to smooth his hand over your hair. Your roots are beginning to show. As soon as your heat is over, you'll be long overdue for a touch-up. And seonghwa feels like tagging along for it. Just to watch your pretty face in the mirrors.

You lean into seonghwas hand as it trails down your face. Sighing softly into his palm. "I signed the papers." He gulps, pulling his hand back. You miss his warmth. Even if you are burning up. Your eyes fall.

"I don't want you to be there for my heat -" you sigh out. Seonghwas heart leaps into his throat. "I want you to take care of me, and I want you to be there after," You try to find the right words. Confessions are hard. "I like you, more than my member, more than friends," you mumble.

"You know how long I have waited to hear that?" Seonghwa laughs into his words. You blink once, twice. He pulls you into his chest. Hugging you tightly. His head falls over yours. Seonghwa isn't the most muscular member, but he still has arms to prove how he can hold you comfortably in his arms and steal you away at any moment.

"I like you too, so much." he mumbles into your hair. You pull back and look up at him, begging for a kiss with your smile. If you did, you'd both end up getting lost in each other. You cut the silence. "Could you bring me some dirty laundry?" You laugh, embarrassed. He snickers. "Sure" he knows exactly why.

Sharing a room with yeosang isn't the best, yunhos member doesn't say much about this odd situation. Lying face down on his blankets, yeosangs phone is propped up by his hand. Yunho, on the other hand, is watching a show on his laptop, propped up on his chest.

It started off with yeosang tossing and turning all night, ultimately it woke yunho up. And before yunho could get a clue of what's going on, yeosangs breathy sighs and whimpers had him shooting right up and out of bed. No way was he gonna stick around to listen to yeo have a wet dream.

The early morning dew completely encased the windows after a heavy night of rain. The flashing clock on the microwave told him it was around 2 am. He took his spot on the couch and watched a movie in silence. When from the corner of his eyes, wooyoung tiredly stepped out of the hallway.

Wooyoung stood rubbing his hand over his eye. There's no obvious sign to yunho that he knew what was going on with yeosang, but he had his suspicion. He doesn't greet woo when he lands softly on the other side of the couch. Both watching the movie in silence.

Yunho can't take silence much longer. Wooyoung obviously can't, either. "Have you seen the heat assessment paper?" He uses this conversation for topic? When obviously, yunho knows about it. "Yea, why?" He asks, turning his chin towards the dark-haired guy.

Wooyoung shakes his head like he's swaying his thoughts away. "Did hongjoong tell you his name was on it?" That gets yunho. No. Hongjoong did not tell him. Because yunho didn't know the leaders name was on the paper.

Besides the feeling of longing building in his stomach, yunho wanted to know what wooyoung getting at. "No, he didn't.. why are you asking?" It's a short answer but an even quicker question. Wooyoung doesn't dare spare a glance at yunho. Opting to just stay quiet. It's completely unlike him.

"Whatever reason she has him on the paper, it isn't our business -" yunhos words stop when wooyoung shoots up frustrated, whisper yelling towards yunho. "Yes! I know it shouldn't be any of my business it's hers- but- dammit! She's one of my best friends! I have a right to know!" Wooyoung seems to be drowned in his own outburst for yunho to get a word in.

Pieces fall and collide in yunhos mind. Watching his other member pace back and forth. "There's more to this, isn't there?" Yunhos words stop wooyoung in his track. The dark-haired guy turns to look at his taller friend. hum.

Yunho knows that look, the all familiar sign of hopelessness when you love someone so deeply, and yet you don't know what to do. He's had the same look consistently when you would split from their group to take photos with other idols. Other idols who yunho knows want you. Everyone wants you. The all familiar ace of K-pop.

When he'd sit back as you did video challenges, dancing and laughing with someone else whilst he watched in silence. He wished everyone knew you were his when, in reality, you didn't even know how he felt. Yunho knows that sinking feeling of possibly breaking something that can't be unbroken. Yunho knows these moments of laughter and bickering, but he wishes he could have those moments with you in a different way. A way that you both understand. Mated as a pair. Together in a more intimate way.

Wooyoung is as still as a mouse, caught in the cookie jar, smacking his lips. His eyes squint down, his hand coming up to the bridge of his nose. Wooyoung is estranged. He is tired of lying to himself.

"We all love her, don't we?" He says into his palm, the world doesn't seem to crash like he thinks it does. Yunho stands up, taking wooyoungs hand away from his face. Wooyoung sighs, facing yunhos eyes with diminishing confidence.

"It's her choice.." wooyoung says just as yunhos mouth falls open to speak. Pulling his wrist from the taller members grasp.

It truly is your choice to call on them if you want to. And when wooyoung turns away, he doesn't see the way yunho loses all confidence. Compared to his members, yunho has a lot to beat. If he had to fight for you, could he?

The hallway flur pass yunho. In an instance, he's pulling san out of your doorway, fuming. San has your scent all over him. Yunho does not ignore the pink tinting in his members' cheek or the way his lips are red. His lips pull back into a snarl as he barks at san about what he did wrong. What could have happened.

Sans lovesick eyes and dazed expression only pisses yunho off more. Even when he lets go, he's still towering over the dark-haired guy. A sudden urge of violence panging in his fists. Yunho isn't violent, no. He doesn't know what happened, but the way san reeks of you is making him feel as if he could commit a felony then and there really digs deep.

His members attempting to calm the situation only make things drown him. He's got to step back. He's got to get out of this cramped apartment where you linger around every corner. He turns on his heels, wanting to make a beeline for the door.

"She wants us to sign her heat assessment."

Sans voice speaks up, and yunho knows exactly who it's directed at. He can feel the stinging of sans dark eyes against his back. Still, as wooyoung looks to his friend, he can tell he got more info than he leads on. But the main shocker is what he said.

"What?" Wooyoung asks for confirmation. Heart leaping into his throat. It's got to be a hoax. Seonghwa and hongjoong linger in the back, silently observing. Mingi is the second to step forward, bending his neck to ask what he means. Jongho definitely gets onto what he's saying immediately. But he's almost tempted to barge into your room and ask you himself.

"All-" jongho gets cut off. "All of us." Sans smile is bitten back. He looks to wooyoung, then to yeosang, shock etched into their faces.

"That's what she said?" Yeosang gulps. San has never lied about anything you've said. No matter what. San respects you too much and this situation is too serious for lying. Yet, yeosang looks to the leader and eldest member to know anyways. Their names are on the paper, something you allowed.

Hongjoongs eyes hold curiosity as he watches all his members, he was right. He's smug that he was right. You are so consuming, it wouldn't be anything other than a surprise for any one of them to not be madly in love with you. You are the prettiest shining pearl in the sea that is the world. Hongjoong shakes out of his thoughts. Seeking out the begging and hopeful eyes of his members. Even yunho, who is a few feet away. Turned to listen in on the conversation.

"It's true." hongjoong says.

Seonghwa took the honor of putting his name on your heat contact. So, in case of anything. Seonghwa will get that call. And he'll assess the situation when you can't. Regarding who goes in and out of your heat space, any official business regarding idol work, etcetera. Seonghwa took it on cause if hongjoong had- the eldest knew that the captain would be overwhelmed with all of it.

Seonghwa is your primary caretaker for the entire heat cycle whilst you're out. To confirm, they had all sat around your door whilst you were on the other side. Just a door away. You used your phone to call them so they could hear you clearly.

You are still coherent despite what san did earlier. The door is the closest way you can feel close to them. Joong had slipped a piece of paper under your door along with a pen.

'Rules' it reads. Rules for the guys. Anything you don't want them to do, they'll be coherent, partly, while you're in your omega mindset. They can't do anything you dont want, especially if you're allowing them to be heat helpers, which is why you need rules.

You quickly write down the list whilst they talk. Discussing what they need to do beforehand quietly on the other side.

You write down a list of things you're not okay with and precautions. Birth control for men is the most important thing on the list. You know omega-you will not take them, begging not too actually, and knowing your boys, they might actually give in or get distracted. So they'll have to do the protection protocol.

And that's all you had. You are fairly comfortable with everything else. You're sure your omega mind will enjoy it as well.

There's this obvious what-will-happen lingering in your mind. Will this make or break your group? You know this is only a temporary solution. You know they think you're only doing this because you trust them to take care of you. You can't tell exactly why they're agreeing. Do they possibly feel the same? You know hongjoong and seonghwa do- and even san.

What about the rest of them?

Later in the midst of the night, as you're curled up in your closet. Your phone vibrates, awakening you from a sticky and hot sleep, one where you hardly actually sleep a wink, and you're completely uncomfortable the entire time. The bright light shines and blinds you temporarily. It's 2 am.

At some point after dinner, you must have fallen asleep. The ache in between your legs spikes up your hips, causing you to curl into yourself more. Whining quietly into the blanket yeosang had gifted you for your birthday. A pale yellow.

Your fingers reach for anything. Your phone ends up in your tight embrace. A contact on display, how'd that get there? The all familiar picture of you and the tallest of your friends posing in front of a snowman, his bright smile and bowlcut styled hair. Yunho.

"Hello?" Yunhos happy deep voice rings from the other side of the screen. You shudder at the familiarity. Was his voice always this deep? Your thighs clench. "Hello..?" He repeats. Music can be heard, some type of indie song, you recognize a few of his friends talking. Laughing whilst he takes a call.

You can hear the shuffle of yunho on the other side. A door shuts behind him, silencing the music. He calls your name softly. You're still so quiet. You haven't said anything. He must have checked the caller ID. "Yunho," your small voice speaks up, and you bite your lip. Curling into your side. You continue on with a whimper, "Where are you?"

Yunho takes a sharp breath. "I'm out, getting food with some friends, you okay?" he tells you honestly, his feet pacing in the bathroom echos. Your head begins to fog worse than it has in the entirety of the week. "Yun" you whine his name into the air. "How far away?" You fall into a whisper.

"Not far, I'm leaving now." The fact yunho is willing to ditch his group of friends and come home just because you called has you leaking. You bite on the arm holding your phone up to stop a needy gasp.

"Talk to me omega, tell me what's going on." The shuffle of yunho pulling his jacket on distracts you. His friends call his name as he walks, and the doorbell jingles behind him. You can't take the ache anymore. The fog behind your thoughts is consuming. You feel yourself losing control.

"I need you, please. Yunho, Please." You whine, dropping the phone next to you. Yunhos' words fall short. You can hear the door to his car open and slam shut.

"I'll take care of you, omega, okay? Just keep talking to me, I'm almost there"

A/n; I'm terrible. Ik. leaving it off on another cliffhanger bc I didn't know how to finish this chapterrrrr iM SORRY. THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!! it's gonna start getting really spicy here on-

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[beebotea]

☁️ ˖⁺ thinking of collegeboy!kayn

pairing: heartsteel!kayn x gn!reader genre: fluff, crack cw: probably ooc ngl, hearsteel is a rising boy band, kayn is annoying asf, slight jealousy, idk classmates to crush ig, reader is an ezreal stan i.e.: collegeboy!kayn headcannons

collegeboy!kayn who’s part of the rising boyband heartsteel

collegeboy!kayn who stands as one of their lead rappers and opens for their first single

collegeboy!kayn who has amassed a significant following outside of school for his looks and stage persona

collegeboy!kayn who has this arrogant, bad-boy-esque aura to him when he walks around the halls

collegeboy!kayn who you had the unfortunate luck to sit beside on your first day of class because he was in your program

collegeboy!kayn who often misses classes during band promotions

collegeboy!kayn who starts to fail his classes because of his horrible attendance and lack of study skills

collegeboy!kayn who you’ve been tasked by one of the department heads to tutor

collegeboy!kayn who was told to play nice during tutoring sessions or he’d be kicked from band activities if he failed a single class at the end of the semester

collegeboy!kayn who gets kicked out of all the public spaces you guys try to study at because he always makes too big of a scene at any minor inconvenience

collegeboy!kayn who brings you back to the dorms because you’re too embarrassed to step foot in public within a 10-meter radius of him, but he still needs you to help him pass his classes

collegeboy!kayn who gets annoyed when you start to fawn over ezreal when he greets you from the living room

collegeboy!kayn who drags you away by the wrist to cut your conversation off short, grumbling about not knowing what you see in the guy and how you’re sooo shallow for liking the pretty boy under his breath

collegeboy!kayn who yells at his mom yone for barging in during your study sesh and bringing in a plate of perfectly cut fruits

collegeboy!kayn who threatened to “beat the living shit” out of ez if he didnt stop flirting with you while he was trying to figure out maslow’s hierarchy

collegeboy!kayn who decides to lock the door after having k'sante peek his head in to “check on how you're both doing”

collegeboy!kayn who started to look forward to walking with you back to his dorm after class and spending time with you once a week

collegeboy!kayn who begins to do better in class with your consistent help every weekend

collegeboy!kayn who impulsively called you, excited that he got a b+ on one of his final exams

collegeboy!kayn who turns red in embarrassment when you tease him over the phone about never calling you prior (he always insisted he was a text-only type of guy)

collegeboy!kayn who couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when you laughed, saying that he wouldn’t need you to tutor him anymore

collegeboy!kayn who, without thinking, said, “no! im still stupid, you have to keep tutoring me!”

collegeboy!kayn who mentally facepalms when you laugh at him again for being such a loser about it but quickly gets over it when you agree to keep helping him

collegeboy!kayn who finds himself thanking someone for the first time with a slight smile on his face before you disconnect the call

collegeboy!kayn who throws the nearest pointed object at sett and tells him to "fuck off" when he gets teased for looking so lovesick over a phone call of all things

collegeboy!kayn who slams the door of his bedroom shut and comically lets himself fall face-first into his pillow because he’s realized he has absolutely developed a crush on you at this point

collegeboy!kayn who thinks to himself with a smirk and decides it shouldn’t be too hard to win you over with his undeniable charm and good looks… right?

a/n: should i release a one-shot or multi-part ver of this? i got MORE!!! also are league fics a thing? idt ive ever seen them but oh well heartsteel kayn is just too UGHSAHJGSHJG

[stevestark]

Eddie only gets told snippets of everyone else's Upside Down experiences after Vecna, like, the sanitized version. The story told by each person but omitting the most personally traumatizing parts. Which means he doesn't know much about Steve and Robin Versus The Russians. Not in its full, gory detail.

So he doesn't think anything of it when Steve has a day off and wants to hang out, just asks if he minds coming with him to Indianapolis. Steve says yes immediately because he just doesn't want to spend another day alone in his big empty house, even if it means several hours in Eddie's deathtrap of a vehicle.

But then they get there and Eddie is parking outside a tattoo parlor and saying he got a last minute booking with his favorite artist and that he's so excited to cover some of the scars he has from the bats and Steve can barely hear him over the fuzziness that seems to be filling his entire brain.

He lets Eddie guide him into the shop, watches Eddie and the tattooist make small talk, follows Eddie to the table, sits on the stool next to him, and tries to look anywhere but at the tattoo gun.

Eddie doesn't notice at first, too jazzed about the idea he and the artist have come up with, blabbering about how he can finally take his shirt off at the lake again. It's not until the line work is done that he realizes Steve's breathing has gone shallow.

He asks the artist if they can take a smoke break before filling the tattoo in with color, and he gently takes Steve's hand and pulls him out back to ask what's wrong. Steve's too deep into a panic attack to answer, so Eddie just puts Steve on the side opposite his new work and pulls him in close, squeezing him as tight as he can and just gently shushing him, running his hand through Steve's hair.

After a few minutes, Steve's breathing easier, and Eddie asks him again if he's okay.

"I'm fine, I just... I hate needles. Ever since the Russians drugged me and Robin. Can't be around them."

Eddie frowns, realizing this must be one of the parts of the story he knows they were keeping from him. "Why did Russians drug you?"

Steve sighs, pulls out of Eddie's grasp, and sits on the ground against the back wall of the tattoo shop. "Dustin picked up a Russian transmission, summer of '85. We translated it, found their secret base under the mall, and realized they were opening the Gate back up. But then we were seen, and to buy time, Robin and I let ourselves get caught so Erica and Dustin could escape and get help."

Eddie sits next to Steve, their knees bumping. "Erica Sinclair? God, that kid really is the most badass of all of us."

"Yeah," Steve laughs. "Anyway, the Russians beat the shit out of me, asking who do you work for and shit like that. Didn't believe me when I said Scoops Ahoy. So they brought in this Doctor and he drugged me and Robin to get us to talk. Just straight up jammed a big ass needle full of mystery drugs into my neck. Ever since then, needles freak me the fuck out. They had to strap me down in the hospital just to get an IV in me when Robin insisted I get the bat bites checked out."

Eddie runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Steve. I never would've brought you here with me if I knew."

"I know," Steve says quietly. "'S'not your fault. I'm trying to get better at being open about things like this but it's just..."

"Hard. Yeah. I wake up screaming most nights, and I can tell Wayne feels bad because he doesn't know what to do. Because he doesn't know what's causing it."

"Yeah," Steve sighs.

They sit quietly out there for another ten minutes before the tattooist comes back out to see if Eddie wants to keep going, and he glances at Steve, sees the way he's gone pale and rigid, and shakes his head. "Sorry, man, think we're gonna have to pick this up another time."

Eddie stands, grabs Steve's hand and hauls him to his feet, and walks inside, never once letting go of Steve. He sets an appointment for a few weeks from now, on a day he knows Steve is working, and they leave the shop.

The second they're in the car, Eddie sees the color returning to Steve's face, and he drives aimlessly through the city, finally stopping at a combination bookstore/cafe.

"Come on then, big boy," he says with a teasing grin. "I do believe I promised to teach you about Hobbits."

[swanlakebaby]

— missing you | pjm

prompt: seeing jimin after long distancing.

⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: smut, kissing, teasing, whispering, masturbation, sexting, dom jimin, creampie, multiple rounds, semi fluff jimin, eating out, swallowing, etc.

⸝⸝ word count: 2.3k

⸝⸝ note: this is one of my favorites that ive written so far! it was fun to write out and i tried to do something new if you couldn’t tell. i eventually want to start a series soon but im still trying to figure out the storyline for that. i hope u enjoy!

• ps: my requests are still open. (please make sure to state whether you want your request to include smut or not!)

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

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your phone dings , your screen lighting up. you roll over and lazily grab your phone , perking up once you realize it's another notification from jimin. you sit up in the bed and look at the chat.

★ jimin - i miss you so much...

★ jimin - i keep thinking of all things i'll do to you when i get back.

you smile at the message , laying back down on the bed. you stare at the screen for a while as you think of a response. but before you could answer , another message comes through.

★ jimin - i hate this time of year. we're always working on music , which i love , but it means i have to spend time away from you for a few weeks. don't you hate it too?

☆ you - i miss you too ! i hate how cold the other side of the bed is. when are you coming home? :(

★ jimin - soon , i promise.

you grin , suddenly excited about the idea of seeing jimin. hou sit up on your knees and slowly lift your tank top. you go to the camera app and flip the camera toward you , snapping photos of your breasts. you go back to the chat and send the picture. you watch as jimin types , then stops some time after the picture is sent.

★ jimin - you look amazing. i can't wait to touch you again.

a message comes through shortly after. a picture of jimin slouched back onto his bed , his shirt and pants off. the visual of his abs and boxers made your mouth water.

for the rest of the night , you spent the entire time messaging jimin back and forth about random things. plans you had coming up , small date ideas , etc. the conversation then takes a turn as jimin goes inactive for a while. you continuously message him until coming to the conclusion that he had fallen asleep on accident. after a while , you receive a video clip from jimin. you click to watch it , unsure do what to expect.

in the same slouched position , jimin rubs his hand over his boxers , his bulge now visible. he slowly slides his hands in his boxers and takes out his cock. he was hard , firmly wrapping his hand around himself as he pans the camera up. he smirks , before lowering the angle once again. he begins to pump his cock , whimpering and moaning into the camera as he speeds up and slows down. he mumbles your name into the camera as his body stiffens , white fluids spilling out over his chest. he grunts , aggressively pumping out all of his cum until he’s empty. he let's go of his cock tiredly and shows the cum on his hand and abs.

after watching the video , you only wished he could come home sooner. in response , you lay on your back fully. panning the camera up and down your body. at this point , you only had on panties and a thin tank top. you play with your breasts in the camera for a few moments before flipping it and propping your legs up. you take two fingers and slide them down your panties. you begin recording yourself as you intensely finger yourself , the wet sounds from your vagina getting stickier.

your panties have a dark patch on them as you begin to throb and soak through them. you play with yourself for a while until eventually , your legs begin to get shaky as you throw your head back and moan into an orgasm. your body shakes as you slide your fingers deeper into you. panting , you take your fingers out and show the camera. your fingers were sticky and glossy now. you flipped the camera onto yourself and recorded yourself cleaning them up with your tongue , one of jimin's favorite things he loved seeing you do.

jimin immediately calls you after receiving the video. ''i miss you.'' was all he said. ''then come home. please.'' you whisper into the phone. without saying a word , he hangs up. you giggle , knowing that he hated being teased and now he probably had an attitude. you quickly clean yourself up and decide to finally head to sleep. the orgasm gave you a wave of uncontrollable sleepiness and you wanted nothing more than to go to bed and decided that you’d continue the conversation with jimin tomorrow.

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you feel the other side of the bed shift as someone slides in next to you. you immediately open your eyes , making sure that it wasn’t some perverted intruder. upon seeing him , you jump into his arms as you yell out his name. “jimin!” he chuckles , pulling you into a warm embrace. he sways you as he buries his face into your neck , giving it small pecks. “i missed you so much! why are you here? how did you even get here? it feels like i just talked to you!” your heart was fluttering as the person you loved and cared about so much was literally right in front of you. he looked into your eyes deeply before speaking. “as soon as i heard the whispering , i booked my ticket and began packing. i decided to leave early.”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he left his job early to come surprise you and see you. you didn’t know how to feel. “i love you so much!” you beamed. “show me.” he says , leaning back onto the bed. “you just got here.” you say , pushing at his chest. “i don’t like being teased , you know this. so show me how much you love and missed me.” he bites his lip , looking you up and down. you roll your eyes , not taking him seriously. as you attempt to get off of him , he grabs onto your waist and pulls you onto his lap. “jimin let me go.” you whine , looking out at the morning sky. he chuckles , gripping onto your waist tightly , not budging at all.

you wrap your arms around him , smiling at him. “you’re so annoying.” you mumble. “what was that?” jimin says , smirking. you hide a smile and look down. “why are you being shy?” he whispers. lifting your chin up with his index finger. you giggle nervously , unsure of what to say. “it’s been a while that’s all.”

“then let me take the lead , okay?” he gently pushes you onto your back and pushes his bulge against your thin previously soaked panties from the video. he hums as he recognizes them , pushing himself deeper against you. “i know exactly what i want to do to you.” he says in a whisper. suddenly , he grabs you and lifts you off of the bed , walking you over to the windows of your shared apartment. he stands behind you , kissing your shoulders and rubbing the sides of your body. jimin pauses for a moment , standing extremely close to the right side of your face. “will you let me show you how much i missed you?” he whispers into your ear. chills run through your body as you get excited. you don’t say anything , but you nod , giving him the go ahead. “i need words.” he says in a low voice , playing with the sides of your panties. “show me jimin.” you say.

with that that he slides down your panties , getting on his knees as he brings them all the way down to your ankles. he holds onto your butt cheeks , slowly spreading them apart as he shoves his face into them , licking your vagina in a slow pace. you place your hands onto the windows , arching your back slightly as jimin repeatedly eats at your vagina , leaving small pecks on your folds. you lift your leg a bit and jimin holds it steady. he devours you in a way you’ve never see him before. you wonder how long he’s been waiting to do this. you slowly grind against his face , small moans escaping your lips everytime his tongue grazes your clit. he then stands up and begins taking off his shirt and pants , wasting no time at all. he takes out his cock immediately and rubs himself hard.

he pushes you up against the windows , holding onto your head. he slides inside of you , not allowing you to fully adjust to the length of him. he thrusts in and out of you hungrily , grunting as your butt smacks against his lower waist. “i missed you so much.” he says out of breath , not slowing down the pace. you turns your face to face his , holding onto your neck as you stare deeply into each others eyes. you bite your lips and manage to spit out a “i missed you too.” in between breathless moans. you leave your left hand on the window , taking your right one and holding the side of his face as he pounds you aggressively , not considering the fact that neighbors could probably hear.

after a few moments , jimin stops , pulling out and cumming all over your ass. you turn your head to look as you attempt to catch your breath. he smacks your butt , making it jiggle slightly. he then grabs you and walks you over to the end of the bed. he bends you over the small bed bench. you hold onto the bench , half of your body keeping you steady on the floor , the other half of the bench. jimin holds onto your sides , fucking you. he looks over to the bedroom mirror , running his hands through his hair as he admires the view. the cum on your ass begins dripping down slowly , some of it getting messy and sticking onto jimin.

he looks down and watches his cock slide in and out of you in a fast pace as he fucks you. he grabs onto your shirt and pulls it , using it to keep his pace consistent. “i’m gonna cum again..” jimin mumbles , gripping onto you tightly. the phrase alone makes you throb , your knees buckle as the sensation of orgasming overcomes you. your body twitches as you cum all over jimin’s dick , making a sticky white mess.

small beads of sweat slide down jimin’s chest and abs. he slams into you with one final trust , not pulling out as he fills you up with his cum. you curse under his breath , feeling his cum drip out of you and into the bench. your body felt weak and tired.

jimin slides out of you and steps back. he walks over to the dresser and grabs a few napkins. he begins slowly wiping you clean , making sure to also clean up his cock. you lay there out of breath , your vagina feeling exhausted and sore. jimin teases you , rubbing his fingers along your vagina. you jolt forward , the nerves in your clit extra sensitive now. he chuckles at his , smacking your butt and helping you up off of the bench. he sits down , pulling you on top of him. his cock is still hard. you reach behind you and grab onto it , slowly stroking it. he closes his eyes and throws his head back slightly as his tip feels sensitive. without warning , you lift yourself up and slide his cock into you. he groans , opening his eyes and placing his hands around your waist. “break please.” jimin mumbles , feeling tired.

“it’s my turn.” you say. he hides a smile , leaning back and resting his back against the bed. you put your hands on his shoulders and slowly grind on him. you continue this motion for a while , looking down at jimin as he looks up at you , his eyes half lidded. he can barely muster out a moan as he just lays back and enjoys the feeling of your vagina once again. you prop yourself up on your feet and grip onto jimin’s shoulders , bouncing on his cock like never before. jimin perks up , load moans escaping his mouth. he dirty talks you , teasing you to go faster and harder on his cock.

he suddenly pushes you off , grabbing you and putting you to your knees. you open your mouth , staring up at jimin and begging him to cum for you. he grabs his cock and slaps his tip against your tongue a few times before cum starts to spill out into your mouth. once he finishes , his cock goes limp as he tries to catch his breath. he looks down at you and closes your mouth with your jaw. “swallow it.” he demands. his cum is silky and sweet as it slides down your throat. you do as he says , grabbing onto his cock and cleaning up a bit more. you teasingly begin pumping him again. he swats your hands and laughs , plopping down onto the bed bench.

“if we go again i’ll pass out.” jimin says. “but i missed you.” you kiss his jawline , wanting more. he chuckles and smiles , not taking you serious. “i need to rest before we do anything else.” you give him one final peck on the lips before standing up and grabbing a new pair of panties to wear. when you walk back into the room , jimin lays naked in the bed , drifting off to sleep. “did i put you to sleep?” you tease. he smirks. “i did most of the work. i deserve a break” he extends his arm and reaches out for you. you slide into the bed beside him and rest your head on his chest , listening to his breathing as he slowly falls asleep.

written by swanlakebaby™

[bingusbongu]

(Sorry I'm about to send like 4 requests /srs)

May. May I request some rottmnt Leon general dating hcs..

-🖋

A/N: HEY BESTIE,,,, dawg really sent me 8 requests,,,, oh well here is my take on Leolanadro dating hc!!!!!! Im tired,,, sorry if this is to short

Masterlist

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Leonardo Dating hcs♡

• he is a HUGE flirt. Even before you and him even began a relationship, he is finding the most wildest pick up lines that he can think of, and blurting them out without even thinking about it

• he would totally get hurt and when you rush to his aid he takes this chance to flirt

"Ow,,, ive hurt myself from falling,,,, for you ;)"

DAWG FELL FROM A BUILDING TO FLIRT WITH YOU WITH HIS BODY BROKEN

• does litterly EVERYTHING to get a blush or a giggle out of you it makes him look stupid (he already does)

•and when he actually manages??? His ego boosts, and he gets all proud of himself. The smugest smile ever

• NEVER uses your real name. He HAS to call you a nickname. From the moment you guys started dating, and even before he had a stupid nickname for you. And you just have to go along with it

• does litterly anything and EVERYTHING to try and impress you. Whether it just be chugging a whole can of soda without burping, he does it just to earn your praise. (He is also alittle insecure,,, make sure he knows how amazing he is ♡)

• he loves physical affection, atleast just holding your hand or tackling you into a hug to cuddle. But i also think he would use words of affirmation. Praising you on every little thing you do, even if you are just sitting there with him, he will just come up with a praise out of nowhere, and not even realize it.

• he also needs words of affirmation from you, make sure he is doing a good job and you love and appreciate him<3

• when he has to leave you or you have to leave, he wont let it happen without getting a kiss from you. Whether it just be a quick peck or a cheek kiss, he needs a kiss before he leaves. And has the biggest grin when he gets it

• speaking if which, when he is out with his brothers without you, he complains so much. Complsining about how he misses you and your kisses and your hand in his and the way you lean against him -

• his brothers had to ducktape his mouth shut because of how much he was complaining about missing you.

• Donnie is getting so tired of here about you from Leo that he had to pull you aside and ask what you see in him. But alittle releaved since Leo goes to you to bother instead of him.

• Mikey thinks you guys are ADORABLE. Having Leo come home after a date and tell him EVERYTHING because he needs to know

• Raph is happy for him! He is just very worried that he is going to get distracted during a battle or something even worse and get himself hurt because he couldn't stop babbling about you

• when he is done with his day, he is immediately searching you our to find you, kiss you, lay ontop of you and tell you about his day and the recent battle. (Def twists the story to make him look like the only hero)

• you have to wear earplugs simetimes at night to drown out Leo from being up or making alot of noise in the middle of the night. Or, sometimes you stay up with him for as long as you can jusr to talk to him or comfort him. Though, i also think he would love to hold you while you sleep. Even if he is awake, he'd like holding you close to him

• wakes you up super early because he is bored

• Dates are normal, going out to a different restaurant each week to try the food. And if there is pizza, Leo always orders that instead

• some of your dates though might be small, like him coming over to watch a show or movie with you

•you are one of his main priorities, alongside His Brothers, Dad, April, and Casey. So you bet your ass Leo would go out of his way to protect you and keep you safe. And you're his first concern when a battle is done. Has Donnie scan you just in case so many times.

• hold this poor baby PLEASE, he so needs it

• he makes sure to drag you along with him everywhere he goes, he dosnt go anywhere without you unless its a battle. He needs to keep you safe and he intends to to so.

• brags about you all the time, mever shuts up about how amazing you are. Telling everyone how you woke up this morning

• HED BE SUCH A GENTLEMSN TOO URGGGG

• he is the type of guy to push you back in the car and close it just so he can open the door for you.

• when you enter the room he is automatically to your side and cracking up the worst pick up lines once again

• if you do actually manage to laugh at one of his jokes, he is already looking at rings to buy you

• if anyone tries to flirt with him, he will decline by going, "sorry, but im... taken." makes it so dramatic for no reason

• if you were to call him at any time and you could be halfway across the city and you need him, he is automatically up and out of the lair running to your destination to get to you he isnt slacking.

• LOVES the fact that you depend on him. Makes him so proud of himself, also gives him another bit of motivation to be a good leader!

• Casey is so happy to see you two together in a different timeline. Yet, has to constantly avoid Leo sometimes. Because he pesters Casey atleast once a day to see if you guys were married in the future.

• cant go a full day without seeing you at least once. He will show up to your home unannounced and break in. He's done it so many times that you just gave him a spare key.

• your home becomes his second hang out spot. If hes not at the lair, he is definitely hanging in your house and raiding your fridge for food

• his brothers dont question it, they know where hes at

• sends you random memes in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, LIKE???? leo honey, we need sleep

• gets so pouty when he has to leave you, but when he does he makes the most dramatic exits like jumping out of the window and shouting "WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, MY LOVE"

• He's so stupid, but we love stupid♡♡♡♡

[hugshughes]

Patience is a Virtue C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader

synopsis - Colston gets the trophy, and finally gets the girl.

wc - 3.8k

contains - UNEDITED! this is based off of this request! READER IS COACH MINTER(michigan defensive coordinator)'S DAUGHTER!!!!!!! kissing, hugging, fluff, cursing, stress over the game. guys if u don't like my cute outfit i picked then #1 ur a hater and #2 it's not a big deal! think of something else🤞🤞🤞 cause my Adidas navy handballs with gold accents ARE STAYING. there IS a picture of the outfit im describing but im obvi not gonna stick it in the middle of the fic so if anyone wants that i guess request or message me lols?

an - GUYS PLEASE LET THIS POST LETS PRAY TOGETHER. THIS WAS CUTE. i've been getting the BEST requests lately. i'm on my Michigan FOOTBALL grind. ive spent a long while introducing the jesse minter daughter reader.... she might have to stick around. i want to write for Blake Corum but don't know what to do because literally all i have written for the past week is like "girlfriend or friend of player reader comes to watch their playoff game, reader and love interest kiss after love interest wins game" so... DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVEEEE WRITING THAT SHIT. but it feels so repetitive. BUT THIS? I LOVED THIS. daughter of the coach is so scandalous and i love it. minter is only 40 so like we're just saying he had his daughter (reader) pretty young, like 21. hope u enjoyyyyyyyy ;)!

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You woke up with a start. Your body jolted as you brain registered a shout somewhere in the room. You sucked in a breath, opening your eyes, only to close them again. You squinted, trying to orient yourself. You were in a hotel room, your brothers were the ones shouting.

You groaned at the realization, then let out a shout when you felt three small bodies land on top of you.

"Holy shit, get off of me!"

They immediately scrambled, most likely going to tell your mom you cursed in their presence. You loved your 3 baby siblings, but they were pains in your ass sometimes.

You heard a faint "she said shit mommy!" in the conjoining hotel room, and rolled your eyes. You sat in bed, stretching, grabbing your phone before grabbing your bag and locking yourself in the bathroom before your mom could scold you so your siblings shut up about it.

Today was the college football playoff championship, and it was safe to say your family members above the age of 8 were stressed. It was 8:11, and you had to be out the door by 9:50. You showered, drying your hair after and then starting to pick your outfit. You brought a lot of different gear, you had not clue what you wanted to wear to the game. You had so much Michigan gear, and even more maize and navy colored clothing, courtesy to your father.

After almost 30 minutes, you decided on a cute denim skirt, a maize long sleeve, and your navy Adidaas Handballs. You perfected your hair and makeup, successfully erasing any signs that you'd only been awake for about an hour.

You came out of the bathroom all put together, your bag and pajamas in hand. Your siblings were sitting on your bed, watching something on the TV. Since you guys had 6 people in your family, you'd gotten two hotel rooms with the connecting door in the middle. You slept in one room with your little sister on the other bed, and your parents and brothers slept in the other room. You walked through the connecting door, checking the time. 9:17.

Your mom was getting ready in the bathroom when you walked into it. You sat on the closed lid toilet and started talking to her about the plans for today.

"You really gotta stop cursing in front of the littles!"

Your mother scolded you, a grin wide on her face. She was joking, of course. You and your parents had always been close, you'd been their baby for the longest. You'd been with them since they were two just married 20 year olds in college. Not that you remembered it, but you were there for all of your dad's junior and senior year games when he played at MSJ. You'd been there through all the coaching jobs. From Cincinnati, to Georgia State, to the Baltimore Ravens, you'd been there through all of it.

You sat with your mom until it was time to go. Your dad corralled everyone together, taking a photo before you all headed to the elevator. When an elevator came, it opened up and there was barely any room unless your parents held two of your siblings, so you told them to go ahead and that you would wait for the next one.

You only waited about a minute before the doors slid open again, revealing none other than Colston Loveland. His eyes lit up, a grin shining on his beautiful face. You'd always had a weird little thing with Colston. No words were ever said about it, but there had always been a vibe between you.

Being the daughter of the defensive coordinator definitely drove a lot of the guys, even ones you had classes and other school related things with, far far away. The boys knew how protective their coach was of his family, and didn't want any bad blood on the team. Something about you just attracted Colston so heavily. He knew he shouldn't even think about it, but he never could help himself.

"Hey coach."

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as you stepped into the elevator. He always called you coach, he had to remind you he was one of your dad's players. You would've loved to forget that for two seconds.

"Hi Cole."

He could've died. You'd called him Cole, instead of Colston. It was the smallest, most insignificant little thing, but it made him melt.

"Where's your family at?"

You tilted your head towards him, he wanted to talk, okay. You smiled at him, he loved it.

"The other elevator was too full, some of the guys were on the way down too."

He nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. You thought about kissing it off of him, then realized you had just thought of kissing his smirk off of him. Shit. You were in deep with this kid, and there was little to no chance anything would ever happen.

The elevator reached the lobby, and Colston gestured for you to step out first. You exited the elevator, the boy hot on your tail. You were immediately greeted by a hallway packed full of Michigan players, coaches, families, and more.

You have Colston one last glance and smile before finding your mom, taking your baby brother out of her arms and into yours, playing with him. Colston's eyes followed you, he admired you as you smiled and laughed with your brother. You were perfect. He was gonna have to find a way to get around the fact that you were his coach's daughter.

You held your brother with one arm and your sisters hand with the other as you smiled at the cameras, walking through to the buses. Your family followed behind the rest of the coaches and families, the team trailing behind you.

The ride to NRG took longer than you assumed it would, almost an hour because of the traffic, and it didn't help that everyone could tell that the buses were transporting one of the CFP Championship teams in them.

Everyone went into the stadium together, through some backstage type area. You walked with the team until you had to go separate ways. You hugged your dad, squeezing him tight. You would see him again before the game, so you saved your 'Good luck, I love you Dad.' sentiment for then.

You'd always had a special connection with your dad, you were closer to him than almost anyone else. You were his baby, his first baby. Still, you were his baby in his eyes. Your dad would do anything for you, and he was quite protective. Though he was protective, all he wanted was for you to be happy, and if it meant dating one of his guys, he would have no problem with it.

Your family sat bored in the box of the stadium, looking down on the field as Washington practiced. There was over 6 more hours till the game started, and there was practically nothing to do.

You took a nap on the carpeted floor of the box with your siblings for a couple hours, your mother snapping photos that although you were embarrassed of, were undeniably cute. Once you guys had woken up, there was about 2 hours till game time. You voted with your family on whether you guys wanted to stay in the box, or sit way close to the field. You all wanted to be closer to the field, you wanted to see the action head on.

Your family departed the box, along with a few others to see the team one more time before the game. You got down onto the field in about 20 minutes, and stood with your dad for awhile. When you were being told it was time to go, you quickly hugged your dad.

"Good luck, I love you!"

He thanked you, saying the three words back as you guys waved at him, going to leave. Your eyes caught on a certain brunette as he ran off the field, his eyes finding you quickly. He smiled at you, ugh, that smile.

"Good luck, Cole!"

You smiled at him, right before you turned to go up the tunnel. More and more fans started to pour in as you got settled into your bleacher seats. You were three rows from the bottom with a perfect view of the field. You settled in as the national anthem ended and the game began.

As the game progressed, you were so happy to say that Michigan was winning, the entire time. You'd caught Colston's eyes multiple times during the game, letting it linger for a few seconds before giving him a stern look and gesturing towards the field. He'd mouth back, 'okay, coach.' and turn back around. Your mother caught the interaction once, her heart warming seeing her baby with a crush.

You stood up, your brother in your arms as you jumped up and down, shouting, Michigan had finally won! You cheered and danced around with your little siblings as you celebrated. You were all so insanely proud of your dad. Soon though, you were being escorted to the field, eager to see your father and congratulate him.

Blood was pumping and hearts were racing as you exited the tunnel, smiles burned onto your faces as you went to look for your dad. You held your sister's hand as you two ran around, trying to find him. Your mom shouted, and you turned to look at her. She pointed to your left, and there stood your dad, hugging one of his players. Your sister went back to your mom, to walk over to your dad with her as you all but sprinted over to your dad, weaving in between sweaty boys and families.

Your dad saw you incoming and held his arms out accepting your forceful hug. You both laughed, your dad squeezing you tightly. Your best friend had finally done it.

"Literally told you you would do it."

He laughed again, agreeing as he laid a kiss to your temple, pulling back with one arm to accept your other siblings into the hug, who'd finally made their way over. After a minute, you took your siblings from your dad so your mom could hug him, and kiss him, much to your brothers' disgust.

After talking with your dad for a little, you spotted a familiar 6'5 frame standing by himself as his teammates walked away from him. You sauntered over, shouting his name when you were in earshot. The brunette quickly turned around, the smile already gracing his face deepening.

"Well hi, coach."

"Congratulations, Cole. You know your catches were pretty legit."

You gave him a slightly impressed face, shrugging your shoulders. He laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You can't win 'em all over, can you?"

You laughed in turn, stepping closer to him. Colston's heart was racing as he looked down into your eyes.

"But really, Cole, you were incredible, serious."

He nodded, accepting your praise with a grin, before he looked around, over-exaggerating a look of being in thought.

"You know, coach, I think I might just deserve a reward, for my quote incredible performance."

Your eyes widened, your heart starting off, faster and faster.

"Really? What might that entail, Cole?"

Shit, he was gonna have to kiss you if you kept calling him that. He was about to take the leap. He knew he had to at some point, and he was on an adrenaline rush, that just chanted at him to do it.

"Well I think it entails you accepting a date with me back in Michigan."

Your jaw dropped slightly, you were dumbfounded. Colston really wanted to go on a date with you?

"For real?"

Colston nodded, seemingly confident, though he was shaking in his boots on the inside.

"Well then, I think we can make that work."

Colston's heart erupted. He literally could not have been happier. He'd just won the Natty, and got his dream girl to agree to a date, holy fuck. You got nervous all of the sudden, leaning up to kiss his cheek, before turning to leave.

"Just text me, Cole!"

He nodded, his eyes following you as you went to go find your family again. His family came back over to him, they'd been gone for just a second but stopped and waited when they saw him talking to you. His family, especially his mom, knew quite a bit about you.

You found your family, immediately grabbing your moms hand to pull her a few steps away. You looked at her with the biggest eyes ever, still in shock over what had just happened.

"What's up, sweetheart? Why are you all, thousand yard stare-y?"

"Mom Colston just asked me out, and I said yes! And then I kissed his cheek! And then I left!"

Your mom laughed, her baby was finally growing up. You'd had a few boyfriends in all your days, but you'd never been proper crushing like you were right now.

"That's so good! I knew this was coming, we just had to wait for one of you to get the courage."

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands. Your smile suddenly dropped, a realization coming to you.

"Is dad gonna hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

Shit.

You ended up telling your dad later on in the night, when you were tired and sitting in the back of a restaurant the team was celebrating in. Your family didn't party for too long, having a 4, 7, and 8 year old didn't exactly allow you guys to stay out for too long. Even your parents 19 year old daughter got a bit cranky if she stayed out too late.

When you told your dad, he just laughed. He knew you and Colston had things for each other, he was waiting for the tight end to make a move.

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You were stressing. Tonight was your date with Colston. You sat at your vanity, ranting to your roommate over it. You put on makeup and did your hair, wanting to look cute but not over the top.

Colston had told you to wear comfy clothes, so you were in one of your most common outfits. Leggings and a Michigan sweatshirt. You stared at yourself in the mirror, doubting yourself. You had known Colston for over a year, almost two, but you didn't really know him that well. You wanted him to like you so badly.

"Babe, you look fantastic. He's going to stare at you all night."

You sighed at your roommate's encouragement. But before you could respond, you got a text from Colston. He was outside your dorm building. Your roommate pushed you straight out the door, saying bye.

You went down the stairs quickly, making your way out of the complex. You saw Colston as you opened the door, slipping out. He looked up and smiled at you, his stupid beautiful smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous."

You felt the heat on your face even in the Ann Arbor cold. You smiled, shaking your head as you gave him a spin, showing off your extra casual outfit.

"Even in this ensemble?"

He nodded, his smile deepening. He pulled you into his side, hugging you. You were immediately enveloped in his warmth. You ducked your head down to hide the shock in your eyes. He smelled really good.

When you pulled away Colston led you to his car, opening the door for you before going around and getting in. You two buckled up before Colston pulled out of the parking spot, setting off into Ann Arbor. He gave you the aux, warming your heart. You both knew he probably didn't listen to the same music as you, but he wanted you to listen to whatever you liked.

Smaller Acts by Zach Bryan came on when you hit shuffle on your main playlist, making you smile. You resonated with the song, always having thought that smaller acts of love were more important than any grand gestures. You got to really look at Colston while he drove. He kept his eyes right on the road always, until you got to a red light, that's when you'd jerk your head back forward as he turned to look at you. He was really pretty, his jaw was so insanely defined, he had a strong neck, and the deepest brown eyes. You stared at the tattoo on his left forearm, he was hot, to put it simply.

You drove for around 40 minutes before the car slowed, pulling onto a gravel driveway. You looked out of your window, seeing a large screen and projector, and lots of cars. He had brought you to a drive in movie. You could've cried when you saw the sign reading the movie you would be seeing. Ocean's 11. The very first time you ever talked to Colston, he'd asked you your favorite movie. You said you couldn't pick one, then settled on Ocean's 11 because it was one you'd seen so many times you could quote any scene.

You couldn't believe he remembered. You'd never mentioned it since then. That was the kind of smaller, seemingly insignificant thing that meant the world to you. You jerked your head to the left, staring at Colston with wide eyes. He was dealing with the tickets for a few seconds before you pulled into a spot, then he finally looked to you.

"Cole, I cannot believe that you remembered."

Colston smiled, and on the inside he was celebrating that you loved it. What he hadn't expected though was you leaning over the console and hugging him. It was honestly the sweetest thing any guy had ever done for you, you were beyond grateful for this boy, and it was your first date.

"This is the sweetest thing a guy's ever done for me, I'm being serious."

Though you were mostly saying that about the fact that he'd remembered, the date itself was also amazing. Colston knew you enough to know that you'd have preferred this over any fancy restaurant, and that meant a lot.

"It's the least I could do, coach. You mean something to me, 'm gonna take care of you."

You just squirmed in your seat, getting more comfortable and smiling as you looked ahead of you. You wordlessly reached over and slipped your hand into his, pulling them into your lap.

Colston was so happy he could've gotten out of the car and started dancing. He acted as cool as he could on the outside. You two settled in as the movie began.

At some point, Colston had reached back into the backseat and grabbed a blanket that he tossed into your lap, and a bag of food and snacks.

You traced your free hand over Colston's tattoo, admiring the line work and shading. The movie ended, and Colston's hand stayed with you as you two began the drive back. You fell asleep on the drive, your head leaning against Colston's arm.

You woke up slowly about 5 minutes out from school. You kept your head on Colston's arm, but allowed yourself to carelessly stare at him in your tired state. At a stoplight, he turned to look at you, smiling deeply when his eyes met your sleepy ones.

"Hey, coach. Nap good?"

You smiled and nodded, yawning at him. He laughed lowly, turning his head back when the light went green. You parked outside your building, dampening your heart. The night had been perfect. You sleepily got out of Colston's car, after he told you to not dare opening your own door. He walked you up to the entrance with his hand on your back, rubbing his fingers back and forth lightly.

When you got to the door you stopped and turned around, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"Thank you so much Colston. This was like, the best date I think ever."

He smiled, hugging you tightly. Colston had the best time, obviously you were gorgeous, but getting to talk to you one-on-one without interruptions was his idea of a good time. His insides melted whenever you fell asleep, and before then, he could've swore he was in love while you traced over his tattoo.

You pulled away from him, looking at the boy through heavy eyes. He looked absolutely handsome in the dim lighting of a street lamp. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaning up and kissing him. You probably wouldn't have if your drowzy mind hadn't commanded you to. Obviously you wanted to, but you weren't sure if it was 100% mutual yet, but it was.

Colston's hands went to hold the back of your head, his hands in your hair. He kept the kiss shorter than you would've liked, knowing you were tired.

You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, a smiling fighting its way onto you face. Colston's hands shifted from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow baby."

Your blown out eyes widened at the name, your heart clenching in your chest. Colston saw the reaction, his lips quirking up the slightest bit.

"I'll see you, Loveland."

You let go of him, turning towards the door. You paused for a second, quickly turning back around and kissing Colston again. Colston's hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you closer. Colston smiled brightly into the kiss, giggling to himself.

You pulled away from him, a grin falling to your face.

"You ever gonna let me leave, coach?"

"Thinkin' about it."

"You get inside, gorgeous. It's too cold for you to be out here."

You smiled, nodding at him, letting go of him for the last time.

"You gotta go too, off season just started. You gotta stay on your A-Game Loveland."

He laughed at you, shaking his head as he watched you walk into the dorm complex, turning the corner and out of his sight. You ran back up the stairs and to your room, squealing like a 13 year old as you described your date to your roommate.

Colston sat in his car, texting his mom that everything went well. When he put his phone away, he finally let himself think that you were the girl he'd want to be with forever. It was finally real. The boy just had to be patient.

[froggibus]

“Why are you crying” - Obey Me

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: angst -> fluff + hurt/comfort

Summary: their reaction to catching you crying

CW: crying, lots of emotions, levi being a trog, hurt/comfort, cursing, panic attacks if you squint?? cuddling

omg hi hi i am so tired + ive been going through it this week but here is something for now. working on some more fics, lots of angst coming soon + maybe new fandoms lol

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Lucifer: 

he texts you saying you need to come to his study to talk 

you ask if you can have a few minutes 

you feel really out of sorts and want to gather your bearings before going in

he says it’s urgent and makes you come in right now

you go in immediately on the verge of tears and sit down with him

he has a bit of a tone cause it’s been a rough day but all he wants to know is how your school is going

it comes out of nowhere and you instantly start crying 

thinks he’s done something wrong 

“are you—did you get upset over something I said?”

when you shake your head no he’s at a complete loss

is this a human thing??

walks over to you and kneels down between your legs, places his warm hands on your knees 

wipes your tears away and rubs his thumb across your cheeks

tries to calm you enough so that you can talk about what’s bothering you 

even when you’re crying so hard you can barely breathe he manages to stay calm 

after a while when you’re calm enough he’ll bring you water and a snack 

and will coax you into talking to him about why you’re so upset 

Mammon: 

since you’re his responsibility he always HAS to know where you are at all times 

not at all because he cares about you or anything 

so when you lock yourself in the bathroom and yell at him to fuck off through tears he’s stunned 

and annoyed

sits on the other side of the bathroom door and waits for you to calm down some 

after a few minutes he asks if you’re okay

that’s when you really break down

he listens to you cry through the door and wishes he could do something to help you

he gently coaxes you into letting him in 

sits with you and holds your hand 

tried talking you down but you’re crying way too hard for that

for some reason carries you to the bathtub and sits with you between his legs???

it’s weirdly comforting and the heat/pressure of his body makes you feel way better

reminds you that everything is going to be okay and you guys are gonna work this out

when you’re finally calm you realize how weird the situation is 

“wait did you put me in the bathtub”

“it works for Levi”

Levi: 

you’re home early from school thinking no one is home 

but Levi is doing schoolwork from home today

it’s been a really tough day so you lay down on the couch for a while and cry

Levi takes his headphones off to give his ears a break and go get food when he hears someone else is home 

his first thought is that it’s Lucifer and he’s in trouble

until he sees you sobbing on the couch 

he’s not really sure what to do

so he ignores you and goes to get a snack

but then he feels guilty about ignoring you so he comes back

sits on one of the chairs and fumbles with his hands while he figures out what to do

“y/n”

you didn’t even notice he was in the room 

you try to hide the fact that you were crying but it doesn’t work that well

Levi isn’t gonna call you out tho he’s much too awkward for that

asks if you want to come play games with him to take your mind off of things

you take him up on his offer and play games 

tries to be supportive and let you know you can come to him if you need it 

mostly comes out a jumbled stuttered mess but it’s the thought that counts 

doesn’t think to give you a hug until you wrap your arms around him

he just awkwardly accepts and pats you on the back

Satan: 

hears you late at night when he’s trying to read

doesn’t realize WHAT the noise is, just where it’s coming from 

so when he throws open the door and asks you to be quiet only to see your red, tear stained face, he feels like the biggest asshole in the world 

apologizes for being so harsh 

tries to get you to talk to him but you keep insisting you’re fine and you promise you’ll be quieter 

“shhh y/n i don’t care about that now—what’s wrong?”

gets frustrated when you can’t/don’t tell him 

you feel it too so you’re hesitant to let him touch you

but when he gives you a hug you melt into his arms 

kisses your forehead and talks you down 

offers to stay with you until you feel better/can fall asleep

you keep saying it’s okay and he can leave but obviously he doesn’t believe you

cause he’s a great detective

let’s you take what you need from him

but you WILL be having a length discussion about your feelings and your emotional responses when you feel better 

it will be painful

Asmo: 

catches you after you cried

knows instantly because of the red eyes and the puffy lips

pulls you aside and asks how you’re doing/if you’re okay

him asking just makes you cry again 

he knows what to do though 

grabs a cold cloth for you to dab your eyes with and sits with you

puts his arm around you and lets you lean on him and cry

doesn’t try to interrogate you or get you to open up—he knows you will when you’re ready 

gets you water so you can rehydrate

lots and lots of forehead/top of the head kisses 

any sort of gentle touch he can give you he does

and once you’re done crying he’ll help clean you up while you tell him why you were upset

listens very intently too!!

dabbing your eyes with a cold cloth and wiping away your tear stains while reassuring you everything will be okay 

also thinks you’re just the CUTEST crier 

wants to take a picture of your ‘just cried’ face but respects you if you refuse  

Beel: 

most emotionally mature of the group tbh 

comes in to your room to ask you if you have any snacks

you’re curled up in a ball under the covers so he assumes you’re sleeping

he’s about to leave when he hears sniffling 

“y/n, are you awake”

“y-yeah”

can instantly tell you’re upset

he comes and sits at the end of your bed and rubs your back over the blanket 

“what’s going on?”

doesn’t force you to talk about it if you don’t want to

also doesn’t force you to come out from under the covers

instead he talks you down from your ledge and is very gentle with you 

eventually you do come out and he gives you a big hug 

you fall apart in his arms but he holds you until you feel better 

even if you end up falling asleep he stays with you

just wants you to feel better (even though he still really wants those snacks)

Belphie: 

is wandering the halls at night because he slept all day and now he can’t sleep 

hears you crying in your room

is hesitant to go on because he doesn’t know how you’ll react and doesn’t know how to deal with this

paces past your room door at least a dozen times before finally coming in

you’re not even paying attention so you don’t notice he’s there until he sets a gentle hand on your shoulder 

“why are you crying?”

in classic y/n fashion you instantly start crying harder

belphie thinks he upset you by touching you so he moves back

but it only makes it worse

doesn’t know what to do but your crying is lowkey annoying 

is torn between hugging you or letting you be

decides on giving you an awkward half-hug and then leaving

does NOT expect it when you suddenly cling to him and cry into his shirt 

you’re getting it all wet but he doesn’t care

is kinda flustered that you’re so close to him (not that he would ever let it show)

realizes after twenty ish minutes that you’re not crying anymore

you’re not moving at all

you must have fallen asleep from all the crying you’ve done

he can’t just leave you on the floor so obviously he carries you back to bed 

but what if you wake up and think he left you?

it’s probably better if he stays with you…

[morganbritton132]

What happened with the death threats? is Steve okay? in your tags you said you were gonna put someone confronting Steve, even if that didn't happen, is he ever paranoid? Ive been thinking about this all day hsbeudnbeid i have so many questions lmao

Steve kinda just stops.

He doesn’t even realize it until the morning after Eddie confronted him about the letters, but he just stopped doing things after he got the first letter a couple of months ago. He stopped going grocery shopping. He stopped getting coffee. He stopped going on his nightly runs. He’s missed the last three of his and Max’s bi-weekly trivia night with their friends from physical therapy.

He can’t even remember the last time he hung out with Robin that wasn’t at his house.

It’s a little ironic that the only places he ever is these days are at work or home, the two places he’s received letters at. He just stopped doing anything and he didn’t even notice.

He only realizes it because Eddie asks if he wants to get breakfast before they talk, and Steve can’t bring himself to step outside. He feels like he’s seventeen again, all alone in a big empty house and trying to convince himself that there isn’t a dead girl in his pool.

“I can make breakfast.”

“We don’t have anything to make for breakfast,” Eddie says.

Steve ran his fingers through his hair, yanking them through the tangles at the ends because he doesn’t even understand where the anxiety in his chest is coming from. He’s been outside. He goes outside to go to work five days a week, so – so he shrugs his shoulders, “Uh…why don’t you go and I’ll – I’ll do, uh, something around here.”

Eddie squints at him and taps a beat against his collarbone before asking bluntly, “Do you not want to be around me?”

“What?”

“Why are you acting like this? I know you’re mad that I found your letters but you’re the one that lied to me, Steve. I think – I think it’s pretty rich that you’re trying to make me feel like shit because I care about you.”

“I’m not doing that,” Steve said, eyes shifting to Eddie and then away. Eddie only makes eye contact if he’s angry and – yeah, Steve probably gave him plenty to be angry about. “I want to be with you.”

“Then act like it. Let’s go.”

“I can’t.”

“…Why not?”

“I don’t know,” Steve whispered, and it makes him feel worse that Eddie just deflates. The frustration subsides and he looks away, and Steve doesn’t want that. He wants Eddie to be mad at him. He wants Eddie to blame this all on Steve and tell him what it is that people hate so much about him so he can change. He wants – “My head is so fucked right now, and I don’t. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Eddie perks up at that, “Are you going to-“

“No. I – I feel… I can’t leave,” Steve tries to explain. “I feel like I can’t leave. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Yes, it does. It makes complete sense, Steve. Someone is threatening you and you’ve been dealing with it alone for months. It’s okay to be scared.”

“I don’t want to be scared.”

Eddie nods and then he sits down on the floor in their foyer. He makes grabby hands at Steve until Steve sits down with him, and then he holds his hand. Eddie asks, “What do you want, Stevie?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Eddie gives him a kind smile – the smile that makes Steve fall in love over and over again – and he squeeze’s Steve hand before whispering like their sharing the most precious secret, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

[antxlss]

roadtrip IV

pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)

summary: you and anakin discuss last night’s events and try to have a normal day on the beach… to no avail.

warnings: suggestive comments

words: 2.3k

a/n: i’m just realizing how slow this story is progressing, but i hope y’all are liking the way it’s going. don’t worry i have a plan for the reader to get their revenge next chapter. as always, much love! <3

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part III

The next morning you roll over on the couch. The sun was shining through the sliding glass doors that lead to the small porch overlooking the beach. Your head was pounding. Of course you had a weed hangover. You grab your phone off of the coffee table.

10:23 a.m.

You wondered if Anakin was awake. You didn't want things to be awkward after last night especially because you aren't even sure if he meant what he said.

But you and Anakin have been best friends since you were babies. You've seen each other in your best and worse times. You doubt this minor situation will affect anything.

Your head continues to pound as you sit up.

The bright morning sunlight shines through the glass doors, and the cool sea breeze hits your face.

You look at your phone, and see a text message from Anakin.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Anakin's text message is the only evidence of last night's events, but you're certain he still remembers.

You roll your eyes at his message. He's too lazy to just walk out of the bedroom to come check.

You get up off of the couch and open the bedroom door to see Anakin twisted in the bedsheets with his hair sticking up in different places. You assumed he was in the same place you were with the whole weed hangover.

"You literally could've just walked out and checked to see if I was awake."

Anakin rolls over, and speaks with a tired tone of voice.

"I'm just tired, okay? Give me a second..."

His eyes look bloodshot, and you get the sense that he's had quite a heavy night.

Anakin yawns, and looks at you.

"Hey..."

You get in the bed, laying your head on one of the pillows and face Anakin.

"Hi..."

Anakin smiles at you, but the smile quickly disappears from his face.

He sits up in bed, and rubs his eyes.

Anakin lets out a deep breath, and looks at you.

"Look... about last night..."

His voice is hesitant, and you get the impression that he's trying to find the words to express his thoughts.

"Did I really say all of that?"

"Look it's fine. I already know what you are going to say, it was a mistake. You don't have to explain yourself." You sit up as well.

Anakin looks at you, and then speaks with a nervous chuckle.

"Well here's the thing... I don't think it was a mistake... and it wasn't just the weed talking either."

He pauses for a moment, and looks at you with a sense of vulnerability.

"I meant that. Every word... I've felt that way for a long time..."

"If you really meant that, you wouldn't have been sleeping around with Padme." You get off the bed and start to make your way to the door.

Anakin stands up, and starts to follow you.

"Wait. It's not like that. When I'm with you, it just feels different. The way you look at me, the way you touch me...."

Anakin's voice becomes deeper, and more sincere.

"It feels like you actually want me. Like you actually care. But it never feels like that with Padme."

"But you still want her. It's obvious. Look Ani. I've always loved you. I've always wanted you. I've always looked at you as more than a friend. You can't say the same. You can't blame me for being skeptical. You need to figure out your emotions, and I'm willing to let you do that." You tell him.

"In the meantime, let's make our last week of summer count. After this we won't get to see each other every day. I don't know about you but I'm going to the beach."

Anakin pauses for a moment, and then sighs.

"I understand why you feel like this, but believe me... it isn't true..."

Anakin looks at you, and then smiles slightly.

"But yeah... we should definitely enjoy the last few days of our summer together. Then afterwards, I'd be happy to have a chance to show you I really meant everything I said last night."

He walks over to you, and puts his arm around your shoulder.

You sling his arm off of you and laugh.

"I'm gonna change and pack us lunch so we can just eat on the beach. We can meet on the balcony."

Anakin nods silently, and walks out of the room.

From the hallway, you hear Anakin calling out to you.

"I'll see you on the balcony then!"

The words still hang in the air, and you can't help but replay what happened last night in your mind.

Was Anakin just playing a trick on you, or did he really mean what he said?

Either way, you can't help but wonder how the rest of your summer is gonna go...

You step out on the balcony to see Anakin already there in his swim trunks and a cut of shirt. You couldn't help but to let your eyes linger on his toned arms.

He had a towel slung over his shoulder and a pair of sunglasses propped on his head.

You had on your swimsuit and sunglasses. All your essentials (and Anakin's since you basically had to pack everything for him) were in a big beach bag in your right hand, while the small cooler containing lunch for the both of you, was in your left.

Anakin smiles at you, and looks at the small cooler in your arm.

"Thanks."

Anakin takes the cooler out of your hand, and kisses you on the cheek.

You feel his lips on your face, and you smile slightly.

Anakin sets the cooler on the balcony, and then looks out at the ocean.

"Should we head out to the beach then?"

"Yeah, I think I grabbed everything."

You both walk down the steps on the balcony that lead to the beach.

Anakin walks ahead of you, and kicks up small patches of sand while he walks.

You follow behind him, and the two of you walk along the sandy beach-shore towards the ocean.

The sound of the waves hitting the shoreline fill your ears, and the smell of salty ocean air fills your nose.

As you walk, Anakin's hand brushes against your knee.

When you turn to look at him, you can see that he's grinning.

He's always been flirty with you throughout your teenage years, but it's gotten more intense since last night.

The beach wasn't too crowded. You and Anakin picked the spot in front of the small house you had rented for the week and laid out your towels and sat all your stuff down.

The two of you lay down on your towels, and Anakin wraps an arm around you as you look out at the ocean.

The sun shines brightly, and the sand feels hot on your skin.

You look at Anakin, and he smiles softly at you from underneath his sunglasses.

"I know you didn't pack it, but can I have some suntan lotion?"

Anakin speaks with a joking tone, and you notice a slight redness starting to form on his bare shoulders and arms.

"Ha ha. You're so funny." You glare at him.

You dig through the big bag and finally find the sunscreen and toss it to Anakin.

Anakin catches the bottle, and starts to rub the lotion on his arms.

As he applies the lotion, his arm brushes against your thigh.

Anakin continues to speak in a joking tone, and his eyes flash at you as he says the next words:

"Hey there. Mind helping me get my back too?"

"Sure."

Usually this wouldn't be weird. But after last night...

You grab the bottle of sunscreen and squirt a generous amount on the palm of your hand. You rub it in between your hands for a second to warm it up then bring your hand to Anakin's back.

You work your way from his shoulders to his lower back, rubbing in the lotion. You could feel his muscles stiffen and flex as you ran your hands gently over them.

Anakin lets out a grunt, and tilts his head to the side to give you better access to his back.

You can feel the muscles in Anakin's back flexing and clenching under your touch.

His face is flushed, and he looks at you with his sunglasses on.

You can't help but notice how close you are together, and how intimate this moment feels at this particular moment.

"There." You say as you finish.

Anakin sits up and looks at you.

"You need some sunscreen too, want some help?"

"Uh..." You hesitate.

Anakin speaks with a teasing tone, and puts his sunglasses on top of his head.

"C'mon... I won't bite..."

He smiles at you, and waits for your response.

You can feel your face flushing, as Anakin's words from last night echo through your head.

"Fine. Just... don't make it weird."

You answer, with slight hesitation in your voice.

You lay down on your stomach on your towel so Anakin has easy access to your body.

Anakin kneels down on the towel, and starts to apply the sunscreen to your bare-back.

His hands brush your skin, as he slowly and gently rubs in the lotion.

Your skin begins to tingle, and you can feel Anakin's body so close to yours.

Anakin continues to speak with a joking tone as he rubs sunscreen on your back.

"Well if I were to bite you... where would you want me to bite you..."

"Anakin." You say in a stern tone.

If you weren't giving him time to sort his shit out with Padme right now, there are so many things you would've said.

Anakin stops applying sunscreen for a moment, and takes his sunglasses off.

He turns his head, and looks at you with a slight smirk.

"What? I'm just asking..."

Anakin's tone is playful, though there's a hint of something else mixed into it.

"I just thought it would be fun to ask... especially when I'm already this close to your skin. It's tempting..."

Anakin brings his sunglasses back down to his eyes, and resumes applying sunscreen to your back.

You just continue laying there leaving him in silence for an answer. You didn't want to say something stupid, so you said nothing at all.

Anakin smiles to himself, and continues applying sunscreen to your back.

He slowly works down to your lower back, where he pauses his work for a moment.

Anakin runs his hands up and down your lower back, and then leans closer to you.

His breath hits your neck as he whispers the next words.

"I think I know where I want to bite you..."

He leans forward, and places his mouth on your back.

You feel Anakin's lips on your skin, and you're instantly reminded of last night.

You immediately shiver.

"Anakin." You breath out.

"No. I'm not doing this while you are still involved with Padme."

You sit up.

Anakin sighs softly, and stands up.

He takes a step back, and puts on his sunglasses once again.

Anakin looks at you seriously, though you hear a joking tone in his voice once again.

"Fine. But I'll just have to bite you tonight when we go back to the house."

Anakin grins, and then runs his hands through his hair.

"But I promise that I'll make it worth your while..."

"Figure your shit out. Make up your mind. Then we can continue." You say straight-forwardly.

"Alright... but I'm still gonna bite you tonight. Just so you know."

Anakin keeps a slight smirk on his face, and then sits down next to you on the towel.

He looks out at the ocean and sighs softly.

"So... I didn't expect us to be here."

You can feel the tension in Anakin's voice, and you know he's still trying to process what happened last night.

"Me and Padme... I don't know what to do right now..."

"I don't want to talk about her. When I say 'figure it out' that means to figure it out in your own mind."

You roll over and dig your book out of your bag and begin to read while laying under the hot sun.

Anakin sits there in silence next to you, and looks at you holding your book.

He stares at you for a moment, and then speaks up.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He pauses for a moment, and then looks down at his hands.

"You've gotta know by now how I feel about you right? I mean, it may have been kinda obvious at times... but I just want to know what you think..."

Anakin looks at you with a slight smile, and you feel a bit of hope surge within you.

"You're making it awkward. I told you to forget about it for now. Let's just hang out like usual. Like best friends." You sigh.

Anakin remains silent for a moment, as if he's trying to process your words.

"Yeah... alright then."

Anakin sighs softly and leans back on his towel.

You and Anakin lay side by side in silence, looking out at the ocean.

The sun beats down on your skin, and for the first time you realize how close the two of you are laying together.

Anakin leans over and bumps his shoulder with yours.

He stares out at the ocean, and you feel the hair on his arms softly brush against your skin.

It's going to be hard for you to resist Anakin for the rest of the trip, but you want to make sure he's actually over Padme before you get romantically involved him. It would destroy you if you thought he was finally your and he ran back to Padme again. But you will wait for him. As long as it takes.

[mai2themai]

-A good warior listens to his woman-

(A/N: hellooo 2nd writing and ive noticed that my writing improved! Please give feedback! This is also my youtuber apology video so yayayaya)

Summary: Neteyam wakes you up, you guys are about to leave but you don’t realize that your heat cycle has started.

(p in v, kissing, fingering, matching press, aftercare, just overall be cautious if u have some sort of problem with this type of writing)

Enjoy!

“Teyam?” You awoke to his face close to yours, not intimately but protective.

“Shhh, tìyawn. my sa'nu is near—put your cloth on, now. We are to leave in minutes”

you quickly reached for your own chest, realizing your top wasnt on. In a panic you grabbed the closest thing—that being teyams loin cloth. Woah, your mate was naked. Woah, you are the reason. Fuck.

“my tanhì, what are you doing? Give that back”

He said as the handed you your own beaded beuatiful top.

“Teyam, why must we leave? I dont want to travel. I dont feel well.” You looked at him, the faintest blush covering your face

“How do you feel? I can always just follow after them, we can leave in about a week if thats what you need?” He said as he crouched next to you, he put his hand on your forehead and then a worried look crossed his face, “How do you feel? your warm.”

“I feel like im in lava, its hot—no, im really hot.”He placed his hand on your stomach, causing you to flinch, “Ah, teyam! Dont do that, it felt…weird”

You could hear him hiss before he spoke up, “You may be in heat, your warm to the touch and very sensitive.” His words made you aware of how hot you actually were, his hand cooled down your core but it made you flinch as it somewhat shocked you. “Seeing as im your mate, i will do anything to help you.”

“Nete, its fine. Just a short travel, right?” You tried to stand up, as quickly as you got to your feet, even quicker you fell. “Nevermind, so whats ways that you can help me? This is my first mating cycle.” You sat up, the cold air hitting you wrong in every way.

“Well, i can..mate with you, if thats what you want. There is other remedy’s to stop your cycle but they hurt somewhat and are just medicines from the tsahik.” He said, “I would rather mate with you.” You considered his words, the suddenly it didnt feel like an option, you needed him, you needed his body, his touch, everything. Your own body was betraying you cause only a look at him got you so aroused.

“need you, nete.” In a flash, he picked you up, carrying you to a more private spot, all he needed was your word. You whimpered with each of his steps, sending a delicious vibration through your whole body. As you and neteyam reached the secluded area, he placed you down, removing his loin cloth and your own. “Nete, it hurts, i need you!”

“I know, i know you need me, just sit tight.” a few soft kisses landed on your body, kissed turning sloppy and wet. He landed a kiss on your mouth then he pressed your legs up and gently put his two fingers in you, “Do you like that?” He then put his fingers in you at knuckle length slowly pulsing them in and out.

“Y-yes, i like that. Please nete, move faster!” At your command his fingers picked up pace, your sweet moans filling the air. He leaned down to kiss you and he let his freed member touch your clit, you clenched on his fingers, making him hornier than before.

“Could i—nah, im gonna make you cum on my tongue.” He placed your legs over his shoulder and licked you slit, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing his tongue in, you let out a pornographic moan as he destroyed your clit. “You taste so sweet fa’ me? hm? Such a good girl taking my mouth so well. You dont gotta cum in my mouth but be ready for me. This is all just a warm up.”

“Nete! P-please slow down!” At you command, once again, he slowed down. He slowed down enough to have you moaning in displeasure. But to his suprise, you reached down to try and do it yourself, he noticed and pulled your hands away then pushing the head of his cock into your entrance. The moan that ripped from your lips? Pure ecstasy for him.

“Tsìltsan 'eve, your already moaning like that from my tip? I just might fill you up withs some babies, lets see you with a swolen belly, that would be good, hm?” With that, he pushed in farther, filling you with just half. He noticed that you were mewling so he started slower, in…out…in…out, it was torture.

“Nghh, nete! Stop! Pull out!” This came as a shock to him, but he listened. He pulled out and fisted his cock. “klltxeykay, i will show you what i want.” (klltxeykay means lay down) As he laid down, you climbed on top of him. Slowly you pushed im in you. He whimpered. For the first time that you have heard, he whimpered. You could cum to whatever noise he made but this alone had you more wet than you’ve ever been. You grabbed your braid, and he grabbed his, as you rode him he connected them, the pleasure making him cum deep inside afterwords.

How did you get in this position? Like this, you would be willing to have a million babies if this is what the sex felt like. You were fully aware of every little thing. In this position, your knees were almost at your head, folded like a blanket. Your ankles were barley touching his shoulders, whole body shivers of pleasure making your legs wobble.

“Ne-Nete! gonna cum!”

“Again? I must be making my prrnen feel so good. Cum with me.” After that was pure chaos, your whole body tensed and un tensed, ultimately knocking you out. Neteyam didn’t realize at first and came in your unconscious body, as he did realize, he put your clothing back on along with his and carried you back, it already being nightfall.

Once you came to, you were on a ikran, neteyam flush to your back and your head supported by his arm. You were leaving the forest to find a new home. Neteyam handed you a small flask of water, some fruits too. Since you were airborne, some better after care would have to wait.

You were okay with that.

[dwntwn-strnlo]

FROM A-FAR nathan doe

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. ive had a heart attack and a half writing this oh my god this shit was the most stressful fic ever for no reason

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. nathan doe x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. in which reader surprises their boyfriend

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . "OK THEN. Could you do a fic with nate where she goes to visit him as a surprise and is all excited and sht, and then they go play hockey but the reader is rlly bad and he leads her and helps her" ( anonymous )

this is kind of different from the request, but i still kept it around the similar lines ig (theres still the surprise as well as hockey)

reaching the hockey rink you've stood in so many times before, you cant help but feel a tinge of nervous run through your body as you park. you've been in los angeles for almost a month, now spending time with your family, and haven't been able to see nathan in weeks.

of course, you guys get to talk on the phone, but it just really wasn't the same. the two of you were lucky enough that you only had a three hour time difference, but it was still hard to keep up with the well needed communication to sustain a relationship.

you planned it all out with the triplets, your surprise. nate expects you to be showing up on thursday, four days in the future. but you booked an earlier plane ticket and arrived sometime this morning.

chris had let you know ahead of time that him and his brothers would be at the rink watching nathan play, and it would be the perfect opportunity for you to show up.

quickly as time starts to tick before the puck drop, you throw on your gray hoodie, and then nathan's extra jersey overtop of it. hopeful that the double layering will help you fight off the cold.

stepping out of your car, your immediately embraced by the chilly air that you most definitely didn't miss while you were in california. a soft breeze wisps past your ankles as you fight to keep your hair in place; not really in the mood to have to run to the bathroom to make sure you look alright.

racing to get inside the still equally as cold building, you throw your hood up just in case nate is already on the ice- not wanting him to see you until after the game.

looking up into the seats, you immediately spot matt, nick, and chris, whom currently wave frantically at you. you've missed the boys too, they're some of you're best friends and you haven't seen them in just as long as you've last seen nate. which sucks, being away from your found family for so long.

a large smile hits your face as you run up the large steps, hurriedly reaching your friends. they all stand up and embrace you in a group hug, desperately trying to keep everyone from toppling over.

as the boys are excitedly greeting you and welcoming you back to boston, they're quickly interrupted by the speakers turning on with a small hiss, and the booming voice of the announcer is heard overhead.

the four of you sit down, and you wrap your arms tightly around your body, trying to fight the cold.

smiling, you watch as nathans team starts to skate out onto the ice, raising their sticks up in the air as the audience begins to get fired up.

two teammates rush onto the ice, and then there's nathan. "number five!" the announcer roars, "nathan doe!"

the sight of your boyfriend nearly makes you melt right to the ground, only to ever be seen again as the happy puddle on the floor.

finally seeing him in person, you now realize how deeply you've missed the kid. how much you missed his bright warm smile, the way his sweet brown eyes boar into yours, and the way his contagious laugh immediately brings up the room.

you cant help but notice how dopey your grin becomes when he takes off his helmet, lifting it high above his head with a large grin present on his face. his eyes lighting up as the cheers for him ring delightfully in his ears.

. . .

your simple admiration of the boy is enough to make the game go by fast. before you know it, your sitting on the edge of the seat, anticipation rising as there's only 7 seconds left and the game is tied 3-3.

nate skates backwards for a split second, but just long enough for the puck to be shot in his direction. spinning around on his blades, he shoots the puck and scores the final goal.

the crowd stands up in a roar, screaming for their home team as they take the game.

it takes everything in you to not run right down to nate and pull him into a much missed embrace.

once the players are back in their locker rooms, you and the triplets make your way down to the hall. the boys leave you with goodbye hugs before heading out to their minivan. leaving you in the hallway as butterflies swarm your stomach in excitement, as well as nerves.

peaking around the corner, you check who's coming. two of nathan's teammates lead, while nate stands at the end of the hall talking to his coach.

you lock eyes with one of the boys, elton, and he gets excited. "oh hey y/n!" he calls out. you're well liked among the team. you tag along nate a lot when they go on group outings, so everyone knows you.

your eyes widen, and you quickly hide behind the corner again. elton gives you skeptical look before you hear your name get called out again. this time in more confusion the excitement.

"y/n?" nates voice rings in your ears. his voice uttering your name gives you immediate butterflies.

not making yourself visible, you hear the sound of someone gently shoving past someone and appearing at the corner.

when nates eyes land on you, they widen along with his smile.

shock radiates off his presents, but is overwhelmed with happiness and love. "oh my god," he giggles. quickly pulling you into a warm hug. "i thought you weren't getting back till thursday?" he questions, pulling back just far enough to meet your eyes.

you shrug with a gentle smile, "there was a slight change of plans." you giggle, pulling him back in to kiss him for the first time in what feels like years.

he turns his head to deepen the kiss, but you laugh and softly put your palms on his shoulders to separate yourself. he nonetheless chases after your lips, not wanting to break away. but you nudge him again with a smile. "calm yourself kid," you giggle.

nathan rolls his eyes before getting excited, "did you see my goal?" he asks with contempt flashing over his face. "there was two seconds left on the clock!"

smiling, you nod, "i did. i saw the whole game, you did amazing, love."

he smiles, pulling you into another hug. "god, i missed you so much. you don't even know."

pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, you smile. "i missed you so much, baby."

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. PART 2 i miss playing hockey oh my god

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★ ˚ . + one. two. ten. #H.RJ 🌌

pairing ﹒ huang renjun + gender neutral!reader genre ﹒angst warnings ﹒ big character death , sensitive topics touched on

✦ a/n this made me want to scream, cry and slam my head into a wall while writing this. hope this pulls at your heart strings the way it did mine </3.

⫘ 11:4Opm ︿ 🎧

one. two. three. you repeatedly counted to ten, pacing back and forth in the hallway of the hospital. your heart was racing, your mascara stained your cheeks. it felt cold, you felt cold. the anticipation of knowing if renjun was okay was eating you up inside. the muffled monitor beeping in the distance was overwhelming you, every time it slowed down you panicked, fear filling your body.

four. five. six. it was getting later, the doctors consistently updated you, hoping to give you some sort of relief when they told you he was holding up well. just two hours ago you and renjun were bidding farewell. he had a family trip back to china for the next week, you never expected anything bad to happen in such a short amount of time. not even 15 minutes after he left your home, the call came in. the call you dreaded the most, the call you wish would never happen. “hello? y/n l/n? this is — hospital.” the words ringed in your ears. the conversation felt heavy, you were holding your breath the entire time. “huang renjun has requested we called you. he was in a serious accident,,,” the more information you got, the more worried you got. who would hurt him like this? what has he ever done to anyone?

seven. eight. nine. all the time sitting in the hallway away from your boyfriend, felt like true punishment. you wish you could see him, at least touch his skin to know he’s still with you. you grew sleepier, now getting impatient and restless. time passes, what feels like days the doctor comes to you. “he’s not awake yet, but if you’d like to see him you may.” you instantly accept, not caring if he wasn’t awake. you just wanted to see him. the doctor opened the door for you, when you walked in he gave you instructions on what to do if anything went wrong and left the two of you alone.

ten. the sight of renjun made your heart ache, your whole world felt like it was coming to an end. his head perched up on mountains of pillows, iv’s and blood piping into his body. the breathing tube he needed to get oxygen through his system, the bandages wrapped around his wounds. you couldn’t hold in the tears, the drops that fell felt like a waterfall on your face. slowly making your way over to his side, your body was shaking. you can’t process this, seeing the love of your life lay coldly on a hospital bed hooked up to all these wires. you softly laid your hand on his, his skin was cold. your muffled sobs filled the room, “god, please. don’t take my boy.” you begged over and over again.

one. two. three. four. five.

you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep next to him until you hear rapid beeping coming from his monitor. quickly awakening you notice his body shaking, his skin turning more and more pale. you tense up, running towards the door, spam pressing the alert button for the nurses. “fuck! hurry up!” you cursed, continuing to hit the button. the door swings open, doctors and nurses running in to reach renjun. “what’s happening?!” cries and screams escape your mouth, “why is he shaking?!” one of the nurses quickly hold you by your arm backing you away from his side. “no! let go, i need to be here with him!” you resist, begging them to let you stay with him. “one- one two-” you don’t realize you’re counting aloud, trying to calm yourself down. “renjun please! just count!” you were still fighting the nurses grip on you, trying so hard to be with him. you and renjun had always used counting in your relationship to calm each other down.

six. seven. eight. nine.

the monitor wasn’t slowing down, doctors rushing to mend him and arguing on what to do, the nurses grip on you tightening as she held you by the door. “please, please. don’t go, renjun you’re so strong. please, don’t take him away from me!” your sobs echoed in the room, chanting pleads at the sky, wishing that whatever was above would save your boy from this nightmare he was living. you couldn’t even imagine the pain he was in, you needed him to be okay. everything goes silent. the monitor slows down, “is he okay?!” you escape the nurses grasp running back to his side. before you could speak again, the monitor blanks. the loud, never ending noise that plays in any hospital show when a character dies. your heart drops, you frantically look around at all the doctors. “what the fuck is happening?!”

ten.

one of the doctors places his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly. “we did everything we could, i’m-” the sentence couldn’t be finished. you instantly broke down, knees collapsing under you. screams and sobs took over, all you could hear was yourself crying. you grabbed onto his hand, still cold. you squeezed it tightly in your hand, “renjun please, baby. don’t leave me..f..fuck.” you held it close to you, kneeling next to his lifeless body. you pleaded for this to be a fucked dream and you’d be awake soon with renjun alive and next to you. the doctors allowed you to say your last goodbyes before pulling you from the room. you stood outside of his hospital room. numbness and loneliness filled your body. you’ve just lost the only man you’ve ever loved, the only man who could ever make you feel important.

foot steps approach you, you looked up tears welling in your eyes. “yn..” the man stood in front of you. you shook your head, breaking down into his arms. “jeno..” your cries muffled into his chest. he rubbed your back, shushing you to calm you down. “count to ten for me, take it one number at a time.” jeno said to you quietly.

“one,

two,

ten.” jeno finished for you,

you looked up at him, eyes puffy from the way you’ve been crying. “you didn’t let me finish.” he smiled at you, “ten was his favorite number.”

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[emptyrabbithole]

thinking about having two older siblings, a sister and a brother. i come out to them as trans at a young age and they fully accept and love me. years go by and they start getting closer and closer, and more protective over me. every time i get into a relationship, they get a little more possessive, always having something to say about it. over time as they get consumed with jealousy, and fear that i may lose my virginity, they start to create a plan. a day or two later, i announce im going to meet my partner in just a week! they appear to be so excited for me, which caught me off guard. they usually never like hearing about my partners. but i soon find out why they were so excited. and just one night after this announcement, they decided to put their plan into action. and it couldnt be more perfect, our mom and dad had gone out of town for a concert and wouldnt be back until sometime in the early morning, so there wouldnt be much of a risk for the two to take advantage of me. my siblings slowly sneak into my room around 1 in the morning, using their phones to light the way. at this point im fast asleep, my back turned to the door so i wouldn't even see it. they each get on either side of my surprisingly large bed and start climbing into. my sister takes the side facing me, and my brother climbs in behind. it almost immediately wakes me up and im greeted by my sisters smiling face. "good morning, ozzie" her soft voice follows, resting her hand on my face.

my brother then pushes himself up against me, wrapping his hands around my body and immediately starts groping me. i let out a gasp, and start trying to get up but am unsuccessful, he grips me tighter and shoves his hands in my shorts. "shhhhh, no, no, stay here, baby boy" my sister hums, pushing my shoulder down. at this point im slowly waking up and realizing whats happening. "what are you doing-? get off me-!" i try once again, pushing my siblings away. but instead this just angers my brother. in my struggle, he ends up dragging me to the floor, slamming me down under him and starts ripping my clothes off. my sister hushes him from making any more concerning slams since there are still neighbors as she gets off the bed to go close and lock my door.

at this point ive began crying and screaming for them to get off me, my brother does his best to keep me quiet, but on top of keep me on the floor and removing my clothes he was having a hard time. my sister then moves over, shoving her underwear in my mouth and decides to sit in front of me. my brother aggressively flips me on my back, and hands my arms to my sister, she grabs them and holds them up over my head so my brother can get to work.

"calm down little man" he huffs, out of breath from my struggle. "we're doing this because we care about you" he adds, sliding my shorts and underwear off, then flipping my shirt above my chest to show my tits.

"mhmmm, we love you so much, my pretty boy" my sister nods. " and we couldnt stand the thought of someone getting to touch you before us.."

while my sister is talking, ny britherhas my legs above his shoulders, licking my pussy and tongue fucking me. but not for too long, noticing how already so wet i am. he glides his fingers over my pussy to show my sister how aroused ive gotten. they both laugh at me, teasing me about how disgusting i am for enjoying my siblings raping me. my brother wastes absolutely no time, he gets up and positions himself in front of my dripping wet pussy, rubbing himself agasint me. feeling this, i began crying harder, jerking my limbs around and trying to break free. my brother slaps me, immediately leaving a red mark. "knock it off, man, youre gonna make this worse for yourself. we arent trying to hurt you, we're just trying to help" he growls, gripping my shaky body.

"just stop talking to him, i got it, you do your thing" my sister dismisses the older brother as she regrips my arms.

he shakes his head, pushing his throbbing hard dick into my virgin pussy. he was fairly slow and careful but also so full of adrenaline that he was still a little rough for it being my first time. i yelp through my sisters thong still crammed in my mouth. "ooohh i know, i know, the worst part is almost over" she smiles, looking down at my tear soaked face. " see, isnt it much nicer? losing your virginity to you loving siblings?" she coos, letting go from one of my arms to then grope my chest.

as shes doing this, my brother forces himself all the way in, as far as his dick will go. he shivered in pleasure at how tight i was. "oh f-fuck" he gripped my thighs as he slowly picked up the pace.

my sister then moves herself, sliding onto my chest, taking the underwear from my mouth and hovering her pussy over my face. she looks down at me as she begins to play with herself, digging her fingers into her own pussy right over my face. she moans while using her other hand to play with her tit.

"you should eat your big sisters pussy, ozzie. look at how hot she is right now" my brother coos from behind her.

And in that very moment, my sister drops down onto the lower half of my face, grinding down while continuing to play with herself. My siblings would end up fucking me for the whole night, even after our parents had gotten home. And when they were done, they curled up with me in bed,. Squishing me in the middle. My womb, belly, and mouth so full of cum. “We love you so much” my sister says as they both hold me closer.

“… I love you too…” I hold onto them back tightly.

[cal-writes]

some more immortal/reincarnation au. ive had some brainworms the last few days

“You look like you could use a good meal.” Law looks up from the cradle of his hands. A man in a chef's uniform looks down at him, holding a deep plate of some kind of rice dish. His chef’s coat is unbuttoned at the top, hanging open to reveal a stained white shirt. Bright blonde hair covers one eye.

Law reaches out to grab the plate. “Thanks, what do I owe you?” He asks as he puts the plate down, patting himself down for the wad of cash Zoro threw at him. The cook waves him off.

“As long as you don’t mind that I smoke.” He says and sits down, taking a cigarette out from behind his ear. 

Law actually hates the smell of cigarettes but it would be rude to refuse at this point so he just digs in.  The moment the first spoonful hits his tongue he realizes how ravenous he feels.

The cook stretches out his legs, crossing them at the ankles and lights his cigarette with a cheap looking plastic lighter that has a company logo printed on the side. He takes the first slow drag, savoring the taste of it and letting the smoke drift into the air slowly.

“So, what’s got you so worried?” The cook asks nonchalant, looking out into the pier.

Law chews slowly, sighing after he swallows. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.” The cook says, winking at him when Law gives him a raised brow. “I’m a cook in the middle of the ocean. I’ve heard all kinds of things before.”

Law looks down at his plate. He’s dug through to the other side, the white porcelain of the place peeking out through the grains.

“Okay.” He inhales deeply. “I met a guy at the museum a week ago, he broke into my apartment a few days later armed with three swords and said he was immortal and wanted me to fix that because apparently I did that to him. I sure did not do that but I felt bad so I looked for more information about how to help him, found a lead and told him about it but then the cops showed up and shot at his boat and we had to take off and now I’m in the middle of nowhere and he told me to go back home.” Law finishes his tirade by stuffing a spoonful of food in his mouth.

The cook’s cigarette has half its size in ash hanging from the tip as the man blinks. “Huh.” He says before taking the cigarette out from between his lips and flicking the ash into a tray on the table. “You got me.” He snorts. “That’s a new one. Usually I’m just talking people out of cheating on their wives.”

Law ducks his head, stabbing his spoon into the rice. “You asked.” He says, pulling his shoulders up.

“And you believe that he’s immortal?” The cook asks.

Law glances up with a sigh, eyes losing focus. “He made me stab him and it healed immediately. So, yeah.”

“He made you stab him?” The cook must have a remarkable threshold for bullshit because he sounds entirely sincere as he asks.

“Yep.” Law replies, lifting his hands to gesture and abandoning it halfway through. “He thought me doing it would- kill him. I guess.”

“Because you cursed him. Or your ancestor or whatever.” The cook asks, pointing at him with the cigarette between his fingers. Law nods and makes a vague affirmative noise causing the cook to snort again. “Pretty stupid idea.”

“He’s-“ Law shrugs and looks down at the table, the wood grain is puffy from moisture, former straight planks warped until they leave large gaps between each other. “He seemed pretty desperate.”

The cook hums and looks out ahead. “Must be lonely. Being immortal and all that.” He ponders.

Law hums and drags a hand over his face. 

“And now you’re headed home?” He asks.

“I should.” Law says. “I barely know this guy and who knows what else I run into if I follow him.”

The cook blows out smoke.  “True, what else is real now?” He glances at Law from the corner of his eye. “You don’t want to go home?”

“I do.” Law groans and rakes a hand through his hair.

“You’re not responsible for the guy, you know. He’s immortal, he’s going to be fine.”

“Well yes but-“ Law digs his nails into the wood. “Here’s the thing.” He says and turns to the cook. “I’ve had this dream. Even before I met this guy. And it was about something he told me about from his past. And maybe it’s just my brain playing tricks on me but what if I’m really that guy that did this to him? And then I go home and start remembering something that could help him and he’s fuck knows where?”

The cook nods thoughtfully, his eyebrows creased with sympathy. “I see.” He says, scratching his chin. He takes a long drag of his cigarette. “Well, do you have anything at home that won’t wait for you?”

Law frowns. “What do you mean?”

“A partner, a parent that’s about to die, dream job?” The cook asks. “Because you can always go home.”

“You think I should go with him?”

“I think you should finish your meal.” The cook says, finishing his cigarette. He extinguishes the last glimmering stump in the ashtray. “But if you want to get home, fastest way is taking a ferry to Stopover, sea train will take you anywhere.” He stands, stretching his hands over his head. Law inhales deeply. Closes his eyes. Lets the breeze and the noise of the Baratie market wash over him. “Next time you come back here you should tell me how that whole immortality thing turned out.” The cook adds with a smirk and Law sighs in defeat.

He’s already made his decision.

[karmaisakhaleesi]

Astronomy Chap. 2 Neteyam Sully x human!fem!reader

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pre. chap

warnings- language, blood, and wounds mentioned, please lmk if i missed anything!

word count- 2.4k+

also sorry this is so... chaotic? and i don't really know the Na'vi language that well so I tried to make a sentence out of words i already know. sorry!!

We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars...

➳

Neteyam's arms shoot out the moment he sees your small frame crashing to the ground, swiftly catching you. He watches as your eyes roll back in your head, your body limp. He gasps, not knowing quite what to do, he holds your head up.

Norm rushes over frantically, "Bring her here!" he gestures for him to follow.

A small cot awaited them in a small room, a heart monitor in the corner. He gently places your body onto the small cot and steps back as Norm takes over checking for a pulse.

He shuffles around the cramped room grabbing different instruments and a flashlight. He drops your arm and turns to the group, "It'd be best if everyone wait's outside, she needs space."

Kiri slowly nodded turning to leave and gesturing for the others to follow.

➳

You feel the warm rays of the sun on your face as your eyes blink open. The sound of waves crashing on the shore greets your ears, a hand grasps your shoulder, and you hear the soft tone of your mother's voice calling your name.

"Mom?" you question, she raises a brow, shaking your shoulder.

You watch as her lips move but no sound comes out as the bright led lights blind you.

➳

"Are you alright?" Norm questions his hand on your shoulder concern and worry in his eyes.

You blink slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and flinch when you notice an IV on your arm. You frown and shrug, "I'm fine, just overwhelmed is all."

He nods his head standing, "Okay, let me know if you need anything, but just rest for now okay?"

You nod back your hands reaching for your bag as he opens the door. The odd language greets your ears again and you now know it must be Na'vi. They seem worried, probably after seeing you pass out like that. Heat creeps up your face when you realize you must have startled them.

A quiet ding interrupts your thoughts and you grab the small communicator gifted to you by General Ardmore. The message reads:

Report due at 1800 hours.

-General Ardmore

You quickly reply and bury it deep in your bag, hoping no one decides to search it anytime soon.

➳

Taking a small sip of water you spin in your swivel chair. The sound of Norm typing away on his computer, simultaneously taking notes blurs into the background. The days seemed to rush past like no tomorrow, and you wondered what it was like back on Earth. What day was it? Had the seasons changed? It had already been a week here on Pandora according to Norm's calendar. You shake your head chugging the water, finishing it, and setting it down on the table.

Your spinning stops when you hear familiar voices in the hallway. You sit up straight and your hands involuntarily clasp the arms of the chair.

They greet Norm and then you. There seems to be a mix of curiosity and nervousness in their eyes.

"Hi," you greet, trying to act casually as you stood.

"Um, I'm sorry about yesterday," you say nervously running your fingers across your necklace, the glint of gold giving you a sense of comfort. And your eyes start to burn a hole through the floor with the intensity of your stare.

"It's okay!" Kiri reassures smiling.

You return the smile as she walks past you.

She clears her throat, "So, I wanted to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you?"

She takes a seat on the table and pushes back her hair. You nod taking a seat once more, "Of course!"

"First question..."

➳

A loud humming wakes you, forcing your eyes open. You wince tossing your sheets to the side as you stand, the cold concrete floor making you shiver.

Carefully poking your head out the door, you see a light coming from the link room. Tip-toeing over you peek into the room to see Norm writing something down on a notepad, various vials filled with a myriad of colors clutter the desktop. You shrink back against the wall, the humming must be coming from one of the machines, and you breathe a sigh of relief and turn back.

The dark engulfs your vision as you close the door and lay back in bed, wondering what all those vials were. The most noticeable one, a dark blue-green, is the last thing on your mind as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

➳

Time flies as you answer her and the other's questions. You laughed as you attempted a demonstration of ice skating, nearly spraining your ankle again.

"And that was the last time I trusted my friend's judgment."

Everyone burst out laughing when you heard the all familiar ding of your communicator. You quickly excused yourself to the restroom to read the message.

Urgent change to plans, make contact immediately.

-General Ardmore

You sighed, wanting nothing more than to flush the communicator down the toilet, but quickly hit the call button.

"Agustine, this is General Ardmore," she pauses to clear her throat.

"Two years from today, it has been decided that multiple recombinant soldiers will be sent in. Any and all intel must be gathered before this time frame ends, of course."

You blanched, "You're only giving me two years?"

"Yes, I thought I made that quite clear in the contract you signed when you landed-" you cut her off.

"That contract was for seven years! Not two! This is not what I agreed to-"

"Miss Augustine, if you fail to gather your intel in the time allotted, your contract, will be null and void."

It seemed there was no winning this argument, so you conceded, "What will happen to me after my two years?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Your next report is due in three weeks."

"Wait-" the phone clicks signaling the end of the conversation and call.

You sigh, hands raking through your hair as you shove the device into your back pocket slide the door open, and walk down the hall to the main room.

"Well, we should get going then," Kiri says turning on her heel, "it was nice getting to know you."

You give her a smile and say your goodbyes when the oldest of the group, Neteyam speaks up, "I hope we meet again soon."

"Me too," you reply and give a small wave, not seeing the blush rising on his face as he quickly leaves.

"Well," you turn to Norm, "I guess I'll head to bed then."

You quickly move down the hall to your room not bothering to listen to his response as you flop down on the bed, kicking off your shoes. You don't bother pulling the blanket over you as you drift off.

➳

Neteyam quickly runs through the trees after his siblings his thoughts running a mile a minute. He had barely known you a week and you seemed to be the only thing occupying his thoughts. His thoughts are cut short when he sees the entrance to his home and trips over a root landing face-first in front of the fire, the warmth spreading across his face.

He grumbles as Lo'ak steps over him laughing.

"Are you alright?" Kiri asks extending her hand to help him up.

He reluctantly accepts it and stands making a beeline for his bed, only to be stopped by his Father, a stern expression adorning his face.

"We need to have a talk," he says, his voice gruff as his hand lands on his shoulder, digging into his flesh.

Neteyam gulps nervously and takes a seat next to the fire.

➳

Your eyes flutter open when you feel a cool breeze on your skin. You stretch your arms, sit up and place your feet on the cold concrete floor. A quick glance to your right reveals that the door is wide open, the hallway dark from a lack of movement.

You reach out for your ripped jean jacket and slip it over your shoulders, stepping into your shoes.

The lights nearly blind you as they flick on, forcing you to cover your eyes. Someone clears their throat and you turn to see Spider. You give him a small smile, "Um, good morning?"

You rub your eyes and yawn, covering your mouth with the back of your hands. He nods and you follow him to grab something to eat, the growling of your stomach now audible.

Your feet tap against the ground as the door opens, Spider quickly exiting. Your spoon clacks down on the table as you rush to the door. You count to ten before tightening your mask and glancing behind you.

Norm continues clacking on his keyboard, that is until he sees you out of the corner of his eye, opening the door.

"y/n," he warns standing, slowly approaching you as one would a wounded animal.

A smirk envelops your lips and you make a run for it.

➳

Warm rays of the sun greet your skin, and you take a deep breath, hearing the door opening behind you, and take off into the forest, attempting to follow after Spider.

As you run you can hear Norm shouting after you. His yelling consisted of how dangerous it is, especially since you were going out alone and could get lost. But you paid him no heed as you ran, the wind whipping through your hair.

You can't stop a smile from forming on your face as the forest whips by and you nearly make it over a log before being knocked to the ground.

A sharp pain courses through your chest and back, forcing you to gasp for air. The oxygen mask cinches tighter as your face is pushed into the ground by the creatures above stampeding over you. You manage to crawl out from under the log but not before you hear a low growl from behind you.

"What the hell?!?" you shriek as you turn around and see a massive creature swipe at you, its claws tearing through your shirt. A scream erupts from your throat as you dodge its claws once more. You stagger up and break into a sprint.

You weave in and out of trees attempting to throw the creature off your tracks but fail spectacularly as blood pours from your open wounds. You feel the adrenaline wearing off as the sound of rushing water. You can nearly feel the animal's breath on the back of your neck as your feet stumble over a rock, sending you crashing forwards.

A scream leaves your throat as you free fall, the sound of rushing water is the last sound that reaches your ears as you feel the cold water surround your body, your vision fading.

➳

Your eyes flutter open as you spit out water, pushing your hair out of your face. A sharp pain courses through your abdomen, and you glance down gasping in horror. Three large gashes spread across your stomach, your once white shirt now stained crimson. And a dark grey spreading across the gash. You moan in pain, grabbing onto a tree you pull yourself to your feet.

"Great. I'm lost," a sigh leaves your lips, "and it's starting to get dark. How long was I out for?"

You stumble through the trees, hand pressing down on your wound. It would be best to find some form of shelter till morning, then try to find out where I am. You think to yourself as you trek on, leaving the riverbed behind.

➳

Norm's eyes scan the trees and plants, searching for any sign of you. He should've gone after you that morning. But there was no changing the past, so he reluctantly reached out to the only person he knew could help.

➳

Your vision blurred as your hands gripped at the bark of a tree, climbing the branches. You cursed under your breath as you lifted yourself up and onto a branch, blood pooling in the palm of your hand. A coughing fit racked your body as you swung your legs up and onto the branch, the sun receding beyond the trees welcoming the night. You fought to keep your eyes open at the sound of a twig snapping on the forest floor, but you slowly succumbed to a feverish sleep.

➳

Neteyam glanced at his father as they reached Norm whose breathing was frantic.

"Jake," he paused to catch his breath, "I'm sorry, but I really need your help."

His father sighed, and nodded, "What did you need help with?"

"It's Grace's niece, she's missing."

Jake frowned as he looked at the setting sun, "When did you last see her? And where?"

Neteyam felt his heart drop when he heard the words leave Norm's lips, "She's missing?" he snapped interrupting his father as he marched up to them.

His father shakes his head, "Yes-"

Neteyam cuts him off, "Then what are we doing waiting around! She could be, well we need to go now. The sun is already setting."

"I know, but you need to stay here," his father pauses turning to Norm.

"We'll need to move out now, there isn't much we can do after dark," he says his voice grave.

Norm nods along as they walk into the forest.

➳

Neteyam gives it thirty minutes before he decides to race after his father and Norm into the forest. He moves swiftly as the sun sets, his worry growing as darkness takes over the sky. His eyes scan the forest floor, but there's no sign of you, that is until he notices a crimson trail amongst the glowing plants. He picks up his pace, following the red trail until it suddenly stops. The soft sound of breathing forces him to crane his neck upward, spotting a figure laying on a branch nestled against the tree.

Quickly climbing upwards he blanches seeing your face covered in scratches, and then his eyes land on the deep gashes on your stomach.

Calling your name he gently shakes your shoulder, but there's no response other than your shaky breathing. He gingerly places you over his shoulder and climbs back down the tree, taking off into a sprint.

➳

Neteyam's hands shake as he reaches his Ikran and sets you in front of him, taking off. His grip around your waist tightens as your body slumps forward. The ride back to the mountains felt like an eternity as he lands and carefully carries you inside.

A chorus of gasps is heard as he lays you down in front of his grandmother, the Tsahìk.

"Rutxe, srung peyä."

➳

*edit* the Na'vi is somewhat translated to "Please help, her." i kind of just put words together so, yeah, sorry!

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