#he’s so smart but so stupid sometimes (fond)

[knightcallie]

Baldur's Bounties: Language Learning

Language was something everyone shared and learned over their lifetime, and it came in many forms. Even a common language can have hundreds and thousands of different dialects. Weichei didn't realize his was so different than Faerûn's and forgets he wasn't with his typical party.

Weichei didn’t think it would’ve been a problem. He really, really didn’t think it would be one. All the gazes were questioning, his own lips parted and hands wondering how to sign next.

“Is, Is my Elvish that different?” he queried, signed.

Astarion’s gaze squinted, posture leaning towards one side. “Well— It’s still recognizable, but it’s more—” His coiffed head bobbled, trying to place it. “Sing-songy?” he offered, “Definitely different enough that I could notice darling.” His ruby eyes briefly glanced down at the drow’s hands.

Periwinkle eyes glance up briefly, before bobbling in self-affirmation. “Ruben does take on a more musical take on languages,” he recalled, “Kinda. Thought elvish in general sounds more sing-songy? To non-elves at least.”

Shadowheart lifted her chin a bit, brows furrowed a tad. “A bit, but I suppose it depends where you reside.” Her arms folded across her chest. “But you definitely don’t sound like a Faerûn native.”

There’s the unspoken ‘don’t look like one either’, but Wyll does note, “Or perhaps he’s from a part of Faerûn none of us been to. Northeast perhaps?”

The drow shook his head. “Fenim actually,” he replied, “Rubenschaun, Fenim. I’m not too sure how far exactly it is to Faerûn, but…” The forestline, he wondered how Beau was faring. “Far enough.”

It led to lots more questions about where he came from, what’s it like over there, the languages. Gale was particularly eager, and Weichei happily answered. Eres’ blessing burned pleasantly against his skin, patiently passionate. There’s talk about the possibility of using sign and signals in their repertoire, just to make communication easier on the battlefield. But, it will take teaching, and Weichei does have to think about what were the easier signs and signals to teach and see on the battlefield.

Though somehow, it did relax him enough to use a language he only really used for people he’s close to. He was sitting by Halsin, absentmindedly listening to the campfire talk during dinner. At some point, he must’ve reached for his hand, signing what the other’s were talking about, noting each speaker with a specific letter. He doesn’t really notice the eyes, until Lae’zel spoke up.

“What are you signing? Are you hiding something from us?” 

Her harsh voice broke through his lull, his eyes blinking owlishly. Periwinkle eyes looked around, before landing on the large wood elf. A smile was received when it landed on him, before Weichei returned his gaze to the audience. “Uh—”

“Oh, telling some saucy secrets are we?” Astarion grinned, a suggestive smirk on his lips. “Care to share with the class darling?”

“If it helps,” Halsin started, “I do not know this code you’ve been signing on my hand, so I’m afraid there’s no secrets to be had,” he chuckled.

Karlach then piped with a groan, “Don’t tell me this is another thing we gotta learn, I’ve only got so much space to spare in this noggin’!”

At this point, Weichei had returned his hands to his chest before smiling sheepishly. “No, no— This was just something when I was still in my early years in bounty hunting.” He tucked a loc behind his ear. “Having cannons blow off so often does something to your hearing.” He tapped at his earrings, an enchanted gift from his closest friends and family. “Lorm just makes it easier to keep me in the loop or just have less misunderstandings.” He looked off into the distance with an amused look on his face, a memory surfacing. “I’m so glad I was safe from being eaten for dinner.”

[skyahri]

Blind |Naruto Men X Uchiha!Reader| HC

Characters: Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Madara Uchiha, Hashirama Senju

Summary: How they handle their partner losing their sight due to the effects of the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Warnings: Mentions of fem, but not very relevant. Mentions of war and loss of sight.

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Kakashi Hatake

He knew the day would come when the Sharingan would take your vision, but he didn't know it'd be so soon.

There were no other eyes available to you at the moment, so eternal was not an option.

Not that'd you do it anyway. It was highly against your beliefs to partake in the Uchiha nonsense that was eye swapping.

Something that drew Kakashi towards you in the first place.

You'd been preparing for this day since you first awakened your mangekyo.

You'd memorized the layout of your apartment, practiced roaming the village in a blind fold, and learned braille.

You'd been coping well, Kakashi... not so much.

He couldn't deal with the knowledge that you'd sacrificed your vision for the sake of the village.

You'd given up everything during your years as a shinobi, and this was the icing on top of the cake.

He'd watch you every day.

Watch you drag your hands across the walls of your apartment. Watch you walk a bit too far past the stall in the market. Watched you struggle to do simple things like grocery shopping.

Over time, you'd become worse and worse at eye contact, and that ate him alive.

There were no more longing looks or sneaky glances. Even your attempts to appear as if you could see were slowly declining, and it dampened his mood every time.

He felt as if he'd failed you. If only he'd been stronger, you wouldn't have had to overuse your doujutsu.

But he stayed quiet because you seemed happy. You were alive and safe and happy, and that's all he could ask for.

Shikamaru Nara

After the war, your vision had completely vanished. There were no blurry shapes or deaf perception problems because there was simply no sight.

There was no time to prepare. You hadn't planned on having to use the mangekyo so much in battle, and the price was astronomical.

He tried to help where he could, but you were being stubborn, constantly rejecting any aid he tried to provide.

"Just let me-"

"I told you I can do it myself."

"No, you can't, just let me-"

And that's when he felt the sobs rack through your body. Tears quickly fell down your face and your hands couldn't keep up.

He sighed and forced everything out of your hands.

"I can't do anything anymore."

"That's not true."

You scoffed, a bitter laugh leaving your lips.

"I can't go grocery shopping or cut fruit or put dishes away without running into everything or breaking something or,"

"Give it time. It'll get better."

"Two weeks ago, I was a shinobi. Today, I'm just a blind girl who can barely feed herself."

Shikamaru wasn't sure what to do. Strategy was easy becausebit was all factual. Feelings, though? So many variables he didn't know where to start.

He confided in Kakashi at some point, but wasn't too pleased with the advice he got it.

"Let her figure it out. She's a smart girl."

Despite thinking it was a stupid suggestion, he listened.

Slowly, over time, you'd regained your confidence and became the capable person you had previously been.

Doesn't stop Shikamaru from uncharacteristically babying you sometimes, though.

Sasuke Uchiha

He offered you his eyes, but you declined.

You weren't fond of Uchiha tradition despite being raised by it. Taking his eyes just felt like you'd be starting the new age Uchiha clan off on the wrong foot.

So you chose blindness.

It was difficult at first, but you quickly learned to get around and help yourself with little to no issue.

You'd gone from stumbling around the kitchen to making yourself breakfast within a few months.

Living with out sight wasn't too bad, and you'd grown accustomed to it. You felt like you'd made the right decision.

Until your first son was born.

It wasn't the parenting aspect that you found difficult, it was the emotional one.

When Sasuke told you your son looked just like Itachi, you knew you'd have to see for yourself.

So, you allowed Sakura to do the transplant.

Within seconds after the bandages were off and you had time to adjust to light, your sight was fully restored.

Sasuke brought in your baby, and wouldn't you know it? He looks exactly like Itachi.

The sharingan is based on strong emotions, yeah? Maybe you can base it on love in the new Era.

Naruto Uzumaki

Unlike the others, Naruto finds the whole eye transplant thing horrendous.

"What do you mean by that, huh? You freaks just trade eyes like around? That's the worst thing I've ever heard."

Although he wasn't happy with your newfound loss of sight, he wasn't one to label anything as a downside.

A setback? Sure. Negative? Never.

Hes overall very patient about it, even if in the moment he gets a little ahead of himself.

He's always forgetting that you're blind, so he'll ask you to look at things all the time.

"Hey, what's this?"

You just shrug. He may or may not bring your hand to the object to get a feel, but he mostly just gets embarrassed and drops it.

It honestly hadn't really dawned on him until he asked you to go train with him and you'd refused.

Sure, you could overtime work yourself up to be a shinobi again, but at this point in your life, that just wasn't the dream anymore.

Madara Uchiha

He thinks you're being stupid.

This world is all about power and you're choosing to be blind?

Idiotic.

You may be his wife, but he ignores you for quite some time after you make it clear there will be no eternal in your future.

It's an easy justification for him; he doesn't mingle with the weak.

Life gets pretty lonely after he decides to completely shut you out. Yeah, he sees Hashirama and makes his round through the compound, but it's not the same.

It isn't until he sees you in the village, going about life as you had months ago, that he starts to think maybe he was too hasty.

After all, he had married you for many reasons, and a big one was how skilled you were at adapting.

That night, when he finally returns home, he decides to sleep in your marital bed, not in the guest room.

The next day, he joins you for breakfast.

He came home early from his duties for the first time in a while.

He even started speaking to you once again.

You don't say anything right away. You know how he is about changing his mind, and you aren't willing to push your luck.

Things slowly get better over the span of a few weeks, and that's when you decide it's time to question him.

"I take it you've come to terms with my decision?"

"Of course not. I still think you're a fool."

Just the answer you'd expect.

"But I have missed you dearly."

You smile at him.

Hashirama Senju

The eternal was never something either of you had considered, so when your vision eventually dulled, it was fully expected.

Times were peaceful at the moment, so he had no need to worry for your safety.

You were almost always near someone willing to lay their life down for you- himself, Tobirama (reluctantly), or Madara - so there truly was no need to stress.

He helped as much as he could while also attending to his duties as Hokage.

Unlike Naruto, he had true patience. He happily held your hand every step of the way.

It wasn't long before your life was back on track, no longer burdened by the anxiety that came with cluelessness.

While Hashirama had preferred it never come to this in the first place, he was happy that things had worked out as best as they possibly could.

[plvybxi]

baby

eren hated seeing you around campus. despised it. it made his stomach churn and his face would scrunch up. he was always being unreasonably harsh and cold toward you and it didnt make it any better that you would come around sometimes. it annoyed him so badly. armin would always bring his girlfriend with him whenever they hung out and of course you tagged along.

it was obvious that he wasnt fond of you and others noticed it too. they told you to brush it off and thats just how he is but you were so genuinely confused. you had never even had a clear conversation with the guy and he didnt like you?

it was odd but what were you going to do about it? definitely the least of your worries.

you mostly avoided each other anyway, but you had a few classes with him.

you walked out of class in front of eren and connie with your bsf and she suddenly decides to stop and start a conversation with connie about some party.

you glance over at eren and hes staring at you like he hates you. and he does. he hates your nose, your ears, your lips, your hands and how they hold your bottle, your eyes and how they shift across his whole body, he feels like hes gonna throw up.

his lip twitches and he taps connie on the arm

“im leaving. let me know when your coming back to my room.”

eren brushes past you like you werent even there.

you roll your eyes at how mannerless he is because what have you even done to him??

•••

what have you done to him?

eren is asking the same question. he rushes back to his room so fast hes almost out of breath. he shuts the door and locks it in a hurry before throwing this backpack on the ground. His hand flys to his dick and he cant hold it in anymore.

what. have. you. done. to. him?

hes so hot all over, his face from the neck down was so pink. he hurried and pulled at his dick to touch around himself. he was already so leaky and he really didnt know why.

he was so mad at you. mad that you were so annoying. mad that you didnt hate him back. mad that he cant stop thinking about you. mad that this isnt your hand on his dick right not. he lets out a saddened whine, his hips rutting up into his own hand as he feels betrayed by himself.

he cant help but think about you, you were just so pretty, and nice, and smart, and sweet. and he is always such an asshole to you.

he thinks back to earlier in desperate trace of his thoughts. your figure pops up and he gasps. your hands look so neat, he wants them all over him. everywhere. anywhere you want. the way your necklace sat just above your round tits had him squeezing his dick harder. that stupid sparkly belly button ring you had earlier ran circles around his mind.

this has been going on for 4 months now and eren literally doesnt know what to do. hes been trying his hardest to let this thing blow over but its killing him. he hates how bad he wants you. needs you.

hes remembers the smell of your perfume when he walked past you. his back arches and his eyes start to roll to the back of his head. you smell so good to him. so sweet. he just wants it all to stop.

even now he wants to stop but theres no way he can. hes so mad at himsel- no, you. he was mad at you. he runs his hand up his dick faster at the way your eyes scaned up and down his body earlier.

“f-fuck.. mmg, sh-…please“ he lets out in a cry. he doesnt want to keep doing this.

hes so so close, his head falls back as his jaw drops at the thought of you. mumbling little praises of your name.

but his heart drops immediately and he stops. he thinks he hears something down the hallway to his room. he hears connie and armin laughing loudly and he books it for the bathroom and shuts the door, rushing to turn the shower on. why did he forget armin and connie asked to hang today. do you see what you’re doing to him? his life had never been this difficult.

he heard his roommates open the door still being loud and rowdy.

“you in the shower eren?” connie yelled through the door

“yea i’ll be out in a second” eren yelled back

he felt so defeated so betrayed. his dick was so hard and you were the reason he even got in this situation

eren calmed down, showered and joined his friends in his room to end the rest of the day.

the next day rolls around and eren was so tired. he couldnt sleep and he was frustrated coming to class. he found himself losing focus from the professor a lot. looking over to roll his eyes when he sees your little spine tattoo creeping out from under the backside of your shirt.

he tried to ignore the zip of electricity that flew up his spine. he couldn’t wait for class to be over. could he leave early? hes going to leave early.

erens body moved before his mind worked and started to put his books away. you glanced up at him watching him ruffle around with his backpack before leaving out of the door.

connie looks over at you and your best friend and shrugs his shoulders at his friends attitude.

you shook your head, it was only like 20 minutes of class left

you turned your attention back towards you professor as he goes on and on about the upcoming test that going to be 45% of your grade.

he assigned “study partners” and tells the class that you would have to study with this person and turn in your notes in from over the past couple weeks to get 2 free A’s

you got partnered with eren.

your jaw dropped and you turned to your bsf to beg her to switch partners with you

“sorry y/n i dont think were allowed to” she said laughing at your irritation

“why him of all people he literally hates me” you said expressively while stuff your laptop away.

“well truly in my opinion, i think he likes you a little deep down. me and connie talk about it all the time. armin says he’s head over heels and doesnt know how to express it. if armin says that you gotta know its true” she said gloating about her boyfriend. you shove her and roll your eyes while she continues to laughs at you

you and armin are good friends, you introduced him to your best friend and he went crazy over her, you trust his words but theres no way.

erens mean, and rude, and mannerless, and cold. theres no way. right??

connie walks over to the two of you and all of you engage in a conversation.

“hey connie do you have erens number? i need to to tell him about us being partners and ask him when he wants to study.” you ask

“uh here, not sure if hes going to respond though. sometimes i dont even know if the dude remembers he has a phone” connie ridicules.

“thanks anyways” you say mentally sighing while they make you feel worse about the matter

they continue to conversate as you try texting eren. “hey eren its y/n. were study partners in class and we get 2 A’s for turning in our study papers over the few weeks. do you have time to study soon?”

he reads it

you wait, 2 minutes, 4 minutes, 8 minutes. what the hell? you turn to the long conversation with connie and shove your phone in both your friends face

“he literally left me on seen. and im just trying to get our work done whats up with him?” you say distraught

connie laughes. “hes never even seen my message that quick so be happy for that” they were both being so unserious about how rude he is and it makes your blood boil everytime

“any idea what i should do now?” you turn to ask him truly defeated

“honestly just go to his room. he’s probably not doing anything anyway” connie takes your hand and writes their room number down on it

“im gonna stay at sasha’s tonight she wants to do a movie marathon so call me if he starts getting out of hand” connie adds

you sigh and turn away from them to find their door

“good luckkkk” your bestfriend yells out.

you find his dorm relatively fast, its the same building as yours just a floor or two below where you are.

youre standing infront of their door truly just wanting to leave but the quicker you finish studying, the quicker you can leave him the hell alone.

you knock on the door and he opens it quickly

the door whips open and you get hit with a smell of very faint weed, fresh linen, laundry, and cologne

he was standing there towering over you with his hair in a messy bun and was wearing a white compression shirt with black sweats.

his green eyes narrow at realizing its you, his face still blank and you cant read it

“what?” he said running his hand over the top half of the door frame

he was so much taller than you

“did you see what i texted you, is it okay that im here” you ask looking deeply into his green eyes

“how did you know where my room was ?” he always sounds so upset with you”

“connie” you only say equally sounding upset

“i mean youre already standing in front of my door” he walks away from the door leaving it open and walking further into his room

your body flare with irritation and you step inside the cold room shutting the door behind you

he slumps down on the edge of his bed and you scan the room

its was surprisingly so… him. everything in the room fit him down to the random items that peered into his personality and the smell. you loved the smell. it said so much about him. he smells so clean but also mischievous

you walked over to his desk and sat at his chair

you start to take out your notepad and put your glasses on while you immediately start studying

eren wasnt dumb, not in the slightest. you had to correct him a few times which he obviously wouldnt appreciate but that’s apart of getting this shit done.

there was one formula eren just couldnt get through. it was dark outside at this point and the anger in erens body was rising

“no eren thats not right try again” you say calmy although this is the 4th times youve given him a example problem

“what are you even doing to get the right answer? the way you formatted it isnt even fucking right” eren spat out rude harsh insults through his frustration.

he cant focus and he doesnt know what to do. he cant think straight.

“i am doing it right eren doing fucking question me.” said getting angrier that he’s insulting your intelligence.

“ive been sitting here with you for 2 fucking hours trying to get through your shitty attitude because you don’t understand. im not your fucking tutor eren” you said in disbelief

hes gripping his pencil so hard. who do you think you are to talk to him like that? why are you even here right now? why are you dressed like that in his room, your tits are almost spilling out of your shirt and your thighs are squished together in his desk chair giving him so much to imagine

hes ignoring the burn he feels in his body, the ache he feels in his hips. if only you werent here right now.

you look up at his angry eyes. he looking down at you so intensely, hes so red and mad he looks like hes gonna explode

you sigh and scoot closer to him taking his dominant writing hand and holding it in yours and you talk him through the problem, guiding his hand to writing and solving the math problem

hes in disbelief, theres no way youre touching him. hes disgusted, his body isnt though, his dick aches, and his ears are filled with blood.

his hearing fuzzes as the sound of your voice runs through his head and down his spine while his eyes trickle down to your glossy lips, then your pretty collarbones, your tits, your thighs- on my fuck your thighs…

his breath hitches and hes never been this upset with someone. he pushed out of your touch and stands up looking at you like he wants to snap your neck.

you stand up and look at him confused.

“eren..”

“what the fuck is your problem y/n?”

“eren what are you even talking about? what the fuck is your problem eren?” you say getting just as mad and stepping closer to him

“you come in here unannounced without asking and trying to do fucking “work”. it’s noticeable youre always trying to be near me and its fucking exhausting. looking so go lucky when you come here claiming to “study” and you dont even know what youre doing. always coming when armin and his gf comes around to piss me off” eren yells at you with veins popping through his arms. he wants to scream hes so upset.

you genuinely cant believe him right now. what is he even saying?? is he really this entitled? this delusional? youre just as mad as him if not worse.

you step up to him making the gap between you both smaller.

“eren i dont know that the fuck is wrong with you but youre the biggest piece of shit i’ve ever met. youre rude and entitled and i’ve never had a single reason to care about you enough to want to piss you off. you act like a fucking child with your stupid ass attitude. my friend has a name. i have a name. fucking say it eren.” youre even closer to him now glaring up at his face. you can feel the heat radiating off each other from how mad you both are. his knees buckling from your insults and he doesnt know what to say back

he can smell your perfume, your minty breathe, your oh so pretty eyes and lips, and how your eyebrows narrow up at him with disgust and infuriation.

his breath is laboring but you dont stop. “i cant fucking wrap my head around how shitty you are unprovoked. i cant stand be around you either because you act like such a fucking baby. are you a fucking baby eren? do you want me to treat you like one?” you ask head tilted to really get your point across and stare into his green ones. you were so fed up.

you wait on his response but he just keeps staring at you feeling contradicted.

“fucking answer me eren”

he cracks before you can even finish his name

“just fucking-“ his hands raised to both your checks and he slams your face into his. its damn near bruising.

youre so surprised and you pull back with a stumble

you look at him appalled and hes breathing so hard. hes scared of you, terrified of your response. why did he do that? WHY did he do that?

hes sure you’re going to leave after that. you step forward towards him and he feels like hes gonna faint.

you watch his eyes drop down to your glossy lips. you smirk at him and grab him by the jaw. his lips part slightly just sitting in your hand you analyze his whole face, his long pretty lashes his faint freckles, and his pink plump lips that are just a tad but dry. he just so thirsty for you. hes been thirsty for the longest.

you let your hand trail around his jaw to the little hairs on the back neck and his eyes flutter while he takes a deep breathe in, inhaling how good you smell

he instinctively leans closer to you just slightly, so desperate he doesnt even know his muscles could move in their own.

his hands are ghosting your hands, he wants to pull you in so bad but hes scared. so embarrassed.

“is that what is is? you want to be treating like a baby?” you ask him, so softly like always. youre always so soft to him. he nods barley enough to fully admit it.

“but youre so mean you know that eren? you hurt my feelings so bad” you coo so closely to his face he can feel your breath on his lips.

his eyes flutter open to meet yours. your pretty minks blinking so seductively at him. it makes him feel small. “y/n” he whispers and leans in a little, his hands brushing against yours now

“wanna make it up to me?” is the last thing you say before he cant take it anymore and is kissing you with so much egar that you falter again.

he cant help it. he so badly wants to make it up to you. he wants to show you he can do it. he kisses you so needily you can barley keep up. he rest both his hands on the small of your back trying to resist sending his hands lower. you hum into the kiss and his dick twitches in his pants

your hands make way to his biceps and he relishes in how small your hand is compared to him. youre so much softer than he is. he feels like hes gonna die. your lips are so soft and pillowy he doesnt want to stop kissing you. ever. he his whole body is basically climbing on top of you.

your head is craned up to devour all of his kisses. your hand finds his abs and hes so sensitive for you. you let your hand softly trickle around the expand of his abs through his shirt and he cant help but to tense his body. his lips ghosts over yours as you start to feels how built he is.

“you were hiding all this from me when you couldve just asked” you say against his lips. his eyes are closed and hes lost in this thoughts. everything you say has him in a frenzy. he sends a low whine from his parted lips against yours and you back him up to lean him against his bathroom door.

you look at his face from the window light and you didnt realize how pink he is all over. his whole body is blushed.

his tip is sending precum all over his boxers hearing you talk to him. his eyes opened and his back arched up into yours a little when he felt your hand go under his shirt and touch his abs.

he was panting and he couldnt help it. you were scared he was gonna pass out. he was scared he was going to pass out.

he felt your fingertips run from his v-line through his abs up to his very sensative chest. he couldnt help but pull yiu into him more.

he had no space to move. he was wedged between the door and his whole world. you.

you could feel how hard he was through his sweats. his body was so pretty. he was so pretty.

he couldnt get anything out but your name. hes gasping your name and bucking up at the same time.

why does he feel so sensitive with you hes never felt this way with any other girl. and a lot of girls know eren.

but theres always been this lingering attraction to you. and he hated it. or did he? his body couldnt hold it anymore up to about 4 months ago.

your lips found their way to his neck and your hand moves further and further down until your at the drawstring of his sweats. his jaw drops wide at the anticipation.

his head falls back against the door and he cant get anything out.

your tongue is so warm and the way you suck right against the pressure point boiling on his neck has him thinking youre a witch.

you have his body so trained for without ever having knowing it.

you slowly move your hand down his sweats to feel him in his boxers

hes so strained and you can feel how hes excessively leaking into own underwear.

you press your finger to his wet tip and he lets out a heavy moan while pressing himself future into you.

“ffuck… shit, wait, please” he voices breathly.

you experiment a little and you run your hand down a tad bit to rub the nervy spot just underneath his mushroom tip and his back is arching involuntarily

“oh right here hm?” you hum

his brow furrows into pleasure as he nods to your question

your lips raise from his neck to kiss along his jaw line. you pull his jaw down again to join your lips together and he hates how obedient he is to you

“y/n, please” he tried to whisper but it came out strained.

“oh hush” you kissed him again and hes mewling into your mouth

his whole body tensed and he grips you harder, grabbing at your ass and truly struggling to kiss you back now.

“o-oh fuck-.. y/n i need…” he cant finish his thoughts

“what do you need baby?”

baby. you called him baby. in that sweet voice. he feels your other hand grip the small roots of his hair slightly and his eyes roll back.

he cant hold it anymore.

his shaky hands grabs the one down his pants and shoves it to touch the bare skin on his dick. youre shocked upon feeling how much precum he had in his underwear. he moans as you felt him rolling his body into yours trying to catch your lips onto his. he was panting so bad, eyes rolling.

“breathe baby” you said close to his ear

2.5 seconds later he was cumming all over your hand. you kissed his face to bring him down from his high, which that only made his orgasm longer. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

how he looked at you now was way different from how he normally looked at you

there were hearts in his eyes and he was still holding your hand so tight.

an idea popped up into your head and you internally smiled.

you pulled your hand out of his pants and stepped away from eren in whole. his body chased yours and walked forward with you.

“w-where are you going” he said worried

you said nothing but walked over to his laundry and wiped your hand on his shirts from the basket

you gathered your things and eren rushed to your side

“y-y/n….” he said in a trailed off voice. he wanted you to stay. do you know hes sorry for how he acted? where are you going? why are you leaving him? he needs you.

“the test is next month. you need to study that problem without me too so you know how to use that formula.” you said nonchalantly. hes so confused. fuck the formula. you are all he wants. he wants you to teach it to him. youre so smart. smarter than him. youre the only way he’ll understand it. he cant learn it by himself.

“w-well were studying tomorrow again too… right?” eren asks with pleading eyes. he doesn’t understand. he wants you to say yes so bad, he wants to see you again

“uh i dont know eren i have a few guys from the football team that asked me to study with them. maybe after this weekend, k?” you continue putting your things away.

hes staring at you trying to get your eyes to connect with his. he just wants some attention, just wants you too look at him and feel bad for the state hes in. but you never look back at him. why wont you look at him? its frustrating him and he wants to cry

“im gonna leave my part of the notes for this formula here so you can go over it okay?” youre talking like nothing happened. as if you arent breaking his heart right now.

you study with other guys? football guys? guys with an s? how many guys? he feels his heart dropping by the second.

“bye eren” you say with that pretty smile. youre out of his dorm so quickly. so quickly your scent is still lingering around his room. he feels so dizzy. he walks over to your notes on his desk. your pretty, neat handwriting and your cute highlighted math formulas. his head is swimming with you.

he tries to think of what to do now. he cant figure it out, he feels how sticky his underwear feels and embarrassingly sheds out of them.

he changes his underwear and crawls into his bed. he picks his phone up and changes your number to your name. he texts you “let me know when youre free.” you look at it and dont reply. he feels his heart wrench.

hes never saved a girls contact in his phone. he scrolls over to instagram and searches your name. he follows you.

the next day in class eren cant help but to sneak looks at you. even connie notices and asks him whats up.

eren brushes his friend off and tries to look forward at his professor.

he sees you more around campus with so many other guys, you still havent texted him back, acknowledged him, nothing.

when you two are standing near each other he feels so small under your gaze.

its been 3 days and its hurting him to breathe at this point.

until, tuesday night you text him and his heart almost jumps out of his body.

“what are you doing tonight?”

[steddieas-shegoes]

falling is easy, catching is hard

rated m | also on ao3 cw: recreational drug use, implied sexual content tags: friends with benefits, secret relationship, shotgunning, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sidekick-hero!!! Sandy, you deserve the world, but this 3000 word thing will have to do for now 💖

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

December 19, 1985

Steve Harrington needed sleep.

Eddie Munson had the only thing that would put him to sleep.

But Eddie Munson also held a grudge, a reasonable one, but an annoying one.

“You want me to sell you the last of my good shit? For half price?” Eddie snorted. “You’re out of your damn mind, Harrington.”

“Munson, please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Steve begged.

“Why would I do you any favors? You never did me any.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, waiting somewhat impatiently for a response from Steve.

Steve didn’t have one.

Eddie was right; He didn’t really deserve a favor from someone who had let his friends make his first senior year absolutely miserable.

But Robin’s voice looped in his head: “Be vulnerable sometimes, Steve. People may surprise you.”

“Listen man, I just really need to sleep, alright? I’ve tried everything else.” Steve sighed. “This is pretty much my last hope.”

Which was a truth and a lie. He’d already tried smoking some weed, knew that it worked.

Eddie’s forehead creased in the middle.

That’s kinda cute, Steve thought to himself before shaking his head. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted by big, brown eyes and shiny lips.

“You been to a doctor?” Eddie asked.

“The sleeping pills make them worse.”

“Make what worse?” Eddie pushed.

“The nightmares.”

Eddie nodded once, understanding flitting across his face as he relaxed his arms by his sides.

“How long you been havin’ them?” Eddie asked as he walked around to the bench at the picnic table, opening his lunchbox.

“I guess…technically years. They’ve been worse since July though.” Steve knew he had to be careful about what he said, couldn’t give away more than what the public knew about what happened at the mall, but Eddie seemed trustworthy enough to handle this part. “Doctors said it’s normal for trauma or whatever.”

Eddie nodded, whispered something under his breath, and shuffled through his box.

“Forgot you worked at the mall over the summer. Kinda crazy what happened,” he said as he pulled a small discolored plastic bag from the box. “I’ll make you a one-time only deal, Stevie.”

Steve ignored the butterflies in his stomach at the nickname, kicked at the dirt under his feet, and gestured for Eddie to continue.

“I’m not giving my product away for half price. I’m a businessman and that’s not a smart financial decision for my business.” Eddie held up a hand when Steve looked like he was going to argue. “But! I will share a joint with you right here, right now, for free.”

“Um. What?”

“I was gonna smoke this one tonight as a celebration for passing all my first semester finals by the skin of my teeth. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.” Eddie’s smirk made the butterflies even worse.

Steve was going to regret this.

God, he was so stupid.

“Yeah, okay.”

Smoking with Eddie the first time was nice, but the second, and third, and fourth times were even better.

— — — — — — —

January 16, 1986

“You’re late, Stevie. I was starting to worry you’d gotten frostbite.” Eddie’s smile warmed Steve from the inside out, the shiver wracking his body more to do with the growing fondness he had for the curly-haired man in front of him.

Eddie was bundled up like they were in Antarctica, and to be fair, it was below freezing outside right now.

Steve offered to meet somewhere else, but Eddie insisted they come to his usual spot.

And then Steve saw it: Eddie had built them a fire. It was small, he probably didn’t want to draw any attention from the road, but it was throwing heat that Steve craved.

“Come warm up before we get into it,” Eddie waved him over, his gloved hands looking out of place.

Steve was used to seeing shiny rings on his fingers, blisters on his fingertips from playing too much guitar.

Steve stood next to him in front of the fire, holding his own gloved hands out to try to warm his body as much as possible.

“Any reason I couldn’t just come to your house or something?” Steve asked, not quite getting rid of the attitude in his tone.

“My Uncle has tonight off. He’s a pretty chill guy, but I think actively watching me sell drugs to someone would maybe cause a heart attack.” Eddie sighed. “I told him I had a date tonight so I couldn’t really have you show up after that.”

“A date?” Steve grinned, nudging Eddie’s arm. “I didn’t even bring flowers.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but looked away to cover a blush. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to put out until there’s a dozen roses in my hand.”

He meant it as a joke surely, but something in Steve’s chest clenched at the thought of spoiling Eddie like that. Maybe not roses, that didn’t quite seem his style.

“I’ll try to remember them next time,” Steve managed to say, nearly choking on his own words.

What was he even doing? Flirting? Eddie didn’t even consider him a real friend, why would he want him to bring him flowers?

“Got a new strain tonight. It’s supposed to be a little stronger, but fades faster, so you should be good to drive back home in a couple hours.” Eddie pulled the baggie out of his pocket, lunchbox long gone after meeting twice a week for the last month.

Steve wasn’t really a customer anymore, no matter how they tried to keep up appearances that he was.

He still tipped Eddie, or tried to, but usually Eddie ignored it and just said it was a favor to help him sleep.

“How strong?” Steve finally asked as Eddie pulled the lighter from his pocket.

“Might make you a little floatier than usual. Not hallucinogenic, though.” Eddie knew he couldn’t handle that kind of trip. That’s why he stayed away from his other offerings. “I tested it out myself earlier this week.”

Steve wasn’t reading into that.

“Okay.” He fought off a shiver, this time from actually being cold. “Guess it’s worth a try.”

“I’ll drive you home if it’s too much.” Eddie’s offer was kind, going above and beyond what a dealer would do for a customer, but Steve wasn’t reading into it. “Or you can nap it off in the van for an hour or so before heading home. Whatever.”

Eddie lit the joint, breathing in long and slow, holding the smoke until Steve was sure he would pass out before slowly letting it out.

He handed the roll to Steve, who didn’t think about what Eddie meant by stronger, and took his normal pull, choking halfway through.

Eddie’s eyes widened as he took the joint from him, his hand grabbing onto Steve’s arm as he coughed.

“Jesus Christ, man, you good?” Eddie asked him.

“Yeah,” he coughed. “Sorry. It is a lot stronger.”

Eddie searched his face, relaxing as Steve’s breathing went back to normal. “Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe take it slower?” Eddie teased. “Or- no never mind.”

“Or what?” Steve asked, already feeling the heaviness that came with smoking.

“Ever shotgunned before?”

Steve’s heart stopped. He’d venture to say he was even stone cold sober again after that question.

“Um. No.” He hadn’t. He’d wanted to with Nancy, figured it would be the only way she would be interested in trying weed, but it never worked out. “Would it be easier?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Usually. We can give it a try if you want.”

Steve nodded before he really processed what he was being offered.

Eddie’s mouth would be very, very close to his. Possibly even on his.

And he’d be sharing breath with him, probably more than one if it worked.

Eddie pulled the picnic table closer to the fire and sat on the bench. He patted the seat next to him.

“Might as well get comfy, then,” Eddie said.

Steve sat next to him, close enough to feel the warmth coming from his side, close enough to hear Eddie’s hitched breath when they made contact.

Close enough to want to be closer.

“Alright, so I’ll start with a small one, and you just have to breathe in when I breathe out.”

“Is it-” Steve played with a loose thread on his gloves. “Your lips are gonna touch mine?”

Eddie suddenly looked nervous, like he regretted offering this at all, and Steve couldn’t allow that.

“I don’t mind! I mean, I want you to!” Steve panicked. “Like, it’s fine! I know we have to for the whole thing to work.”

“Yeah. Um, it’s not like, weird or anything. It’s just me helping you get high.”

It wasn’t weird, but it definitely was hot.

Eddie took a drag, leaned into Steve’s space, and cupped his jaw, tilting his head back for easier access.

Steve couldn’t breathe.

But he had to, that was the whole fucking point of doing this.

His lips parted and Eddie’s warmth coated him, covered him better than the fire.

He breathed in as Eddie breathed out, his hand seeking contact with anything solid to keep him on this earth.

He found it in Eddie’s hip, his fingers gripping tight as Eddie lingered beyond the point of the smoke clearing from his mouth to Steve’s.

Their lips brushed lightly, an agonizingly soft touch that Steve tried his best not to chase as it drifted away.

He bit back a whine at the loss, opening his eyes to see Eddie still surprisingly close, pupils huge.

It’s just the weed, Steve thought to himself.

It definitely wasn’t their almost-kiss.

Steve breathed out, swallowing once the smoke was gone from his mouth.

“Good?” Eddie asked.

Steve should answer him, should nod and thank him for doing this, maybe ask him for another hit so he could try to blame his fidgeting on being high.

But Steve wanted to kiss him.

Not shotgun, not barely brush lips, not act like this wasn’t something more than what it started as.

Robin told him he deserved nice things, and he deserved to be happy, and he did.

So Steve let himself try to have a nice thing.

“Again?” Steve asked, leaning in before Eddie had a chance to take a drag.

“Woah, big boy.” Eddie’s hands grabbed his shoulders, not pushing him away, but holding him back from making contact that he so desperately wanted. “Think that first hit might have gotten to you already. Let’s take a minute.”

“No, I-”

“Steve. You’re high.”

His tone was final, and something about the way his eyes darted away made Steve think that maybe this wasn’t the first time someone tried to make a move on him because he was giving them something.

He didn’t know Steve was into men, either.

Steve could just tell him, though. Let him know it’s not just the drugs, that he’d already had feelings for him before.

But the high was kicking in and Steve’s tongue felt like an iron weight.

“How about I get you some water?” Eddie asked, pulling away and walking swiftly to his van.

Steve didn’t protest. He did need some water.

Eddie sat on the other side of the table when he came back, handed over a bottle of water with a small smile, and watched as Steve gulped most of it down.

“This is good shit,” Steve admitted, slurring his words a little from the effort of moving his mouth. “Better than usual.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice treat once in a while.”

They sat in silence for another 30 minutes or so, though the time didn’t even feel like it was passing to Steve until Eddie stood up and guided him to the passenger seat of his van.

“Wha-?”

“I’m gonna drop you off at home. You got someone who can help you get your car tomorrow?” Eddie buckled his seatbelt, Steve tried not to be too endeared. “Maybe Buckley? Or Wheeler?”

Steve’s brows furrowed.

Nancy had barely talked to him in months, not since she gave him one awkward hug after Starcourt. Robin couldn’t drive, or at least said she couldn’t. That’s why he drove her to school and all of her work shifts.

“Maybe you could?” Steve suggested.

Eddie sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

— — — — — — —

February 14, 1986

Steve got him flowers.

He hadn’t seen him since the night he drove Steve home.

By the time Steve woke up the next morning, his car was parked in the driveway with a note on his keys that said ‘Promise there’s not a dent on her.’

And then Eddie had ignored his calls. He’d conveniently never been at his spot anytime Steve had ever met up with him before.

He couldn’t even pass a message through Dustin because Dustin was too curious for his own good and would probably figure out that Steve wanted to kiss him.

Which is all Steve thought about for the last month while he figured out what to do next.

Robin was no help at all, said he should just corner him after Hellfire one night and make a move if he wanted him so bad.

As if that could ever be an option.

This was his last chance, though.

He’d confirmed with one of his bandmates – Garrett, maybe? – that he didn’t have plans tonight and refused to sell on Valentine’s Day.

Steve stood in front of Eddie’s trailer, a bouquet of white and pink daisies in his hand, feeling particularly stupid.

The van was here, so Eddie was here, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk up the steps and knock on the door. This was maybe the most idiotic thing he’d ever done and he probably should leave before he was seen by someone.

“Steve?” Eddie opened the front door, confusion clear even from a distance. “The hell are you doing here?”

“I said I’d bring you flowers.”

He felt so dumb, standing here holding a bouquet of flowers for a guy who didn’t even want to sell drugs to him anymore. He considered dropping the flowers and making a run for it, but Eddie leaned against the door frame and scrunched his nose up.

Like he was trying not to smile.

Like maybe Steve did something right.

“Better bring them in so they can get water, then,” Eddie said with a hesitant smile.

Steve would take any type of smile, as long as it meant he wasn’t being sent away with his tail between his legs.

He rushed inside, didn’t think about the smell of Irish Spring coming off of Eddie, or the way his arm brushed against his side as he passed him.

Steve stood in Eddie’s trailer, taking in what Eddie called home, holding the flowers in front of him with hope.

Eddie closed the front door and walked over to him, holding his hand out.

“You didn’t have to get me flowers just for me to sell you drugs again, ya know.” Eddie smiled sadly. “I would have let you buy if you really needed it.”

“You won’t return my calls so how would you know if I needed it?” Steve countered.

“Ouch.” Eddie sucked a breath in through his teeth. “You’re right. I, uh, was giving you some space.”

“What made you think I wanted any?” Steve took the flowers back from Eddie’s hand, setting them on the coffee table behind him. “If I wanted space, I wouldn’t have bothered calling at all.”

“That’s what Wayne said, but-”

“Well, maybe you should’ve listened to Wayne.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry I fucked things up by wanting to kiss you. I’m sorry if the flowers are too much. I’m sorry if I’m too much.”

Steve couldn’t look at Eddie after his confession, or his attempt at one. It may have been more of an apology, but he figured his intentions were clear enough.

“Steve. Stevie. Look at me.” Eddie cupped his cheeks, that familiar warmth covering Steve in safety. “You’re not too much. Don’t ever, ever let anyone tell you that you’re too much. You were so high, I didn’t wanna take advantage. I thought if I just left you to think about it long enough, you’d realize what happened was just from the weed.”

Steve shook his head, reaching his hands up to circle Eddie’s wrists. “It wasn’t just the weed. You’d know that if you let me talk to you before now.”

Eddie rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone, eyes dancing across the freckles that covered Steve’s surprisingly sun-kissed skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.”

“You’re forgiven if you listen now,” Steve took a breath, letting his hands run down Eddie’s arms and settle on his hips. “I like you. A lot. Definitely more than a customer should, more than a friend should, maybe more than a regular boyfriend should. It’s okay if that’s too much, but it’s what I have to give.”

“You’re really something, Stevie.” Eddie leaned in, pressing his lips to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I think I’ll take what you’re giving if that’s alright with you.”

“Please,” Steve breathed out as Eddie’s lips crushed against his fully.

Steve always felt so much, always gave so much, hardly ever had anyone who would take what he had to give.

But Eddie was taking it, forcing it from Steve to his own body, his own heart, like it was the only thing he wanted or needed.

“If you wanna buy tonight, you’re gonna be real disappointed,” Eddie gasped out against his lips when they came up for air minutes, maybe hours, later. “I don’t sell on major holidays.”

“Is Valentine’s Day a major holiday?” Steve asked, brows furrowing.

“It is when I get to have you in my bed.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“That sound okay to you, big boy?” Eddie was smooth. Who could have possibly guessed?

Steve barely got out a ‘yes’ before Eddie was pulling him down the short hallway to his bedroom and rattling off things he wanted to do to him.

Steve Harrington probably wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

But Eddie Munson would make it worth his while.

[katsu28]

can I request “tucking a strand of hair behind your partner's ear” with remus lupin? maybe him and shy!reader’s very first kiss?

thank you for requesting <3 so sorry it's taken me such a hefty chunk of time to get this written, hope you like it!

remus lupin x shy!reader, 2.7k

You were never really sure how to act around Remus. You were comfortable around him, of course. But it was hard for you to figure it out because you liked him. You liked him so much it scared you a little bit, because you’d never fancied anyone as much as you did him. 

He was kind and funny and smart, loyal to a fault and protective over those he cared for. And sure, sometimes he could be a bit grumpy and rough around the edges, but that was what made him Remus. 

Remus, who enjoyed your personal space as much as you did, it seemed, with the way he was always close to you. 

Whether it was his long fingers intertwined with yours as you made your way through town, or one of his arms over your shoulders to whisper a snarky remark reserved only for your ears about how the overly dramatic story Sirius was in the middle of telling was a boldfaced lie the long haired boy had concocted to impress one of Lily’s mates whilst you were out with everyone. 

Remus, who bought you flowers because they were pretty and thought you would like them even though the pollen sent him into sneezing fits that required him to sit across the room from them at all times. 

You said you’d rather him not get them at all if his allergies were that bad, but he always shook his head instantly, claiming that sneezing and sniffling was nothing compared to how brightly you beamed when you spotted the bundle in his hand. 

Remus, who wasn’t perfect by any means, but he was perfect for you. 

You still hadn’t quite grasped the concept that he liked you the same way yet. It seemed like a dream that you never dared question because you didn’t want to wake up from it. Who would want to wake up from the bliss that was being the one person Remus fancied? 

Maybe that’s why you hadn’t quite mustered up the courage to kiss him yet. There were a few times you’d come close, forgetting everything and letting his lips get within an inch of your own before chickening out and turning away at the last second. You were worried he’d find your reasoning for it silly. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss him. You really wanted to, but your inner voice won out every time, that stupid little voice in the back of your mind telling you he’d surely lose interest in you once he figured out you had no idea how to kiss someone. He’d know you’d never kissed anyone immediately, and he’d come to his senses and move along when he still could. 

Part of you thought Remus was far too fond of you to be that harsh, but there was no beating that voice in your head. You didn’t want to jeopardize the good thing you had going with him. 

He never questioned why you always seemed to pull away from him at the last minute. If anything he took it in stride, shifting his focus to anything else so you wouldn’t feel like you were putting him out. 

You should’ve known his curiosity and even his frustration would come to head at some point. One day, he’d try again and finally voice his confusion. 

You’d fallen asleep in his lap on this quite nice spring afternoon, after spending the morning out on a walk in one of the nearby gardens, not on purpose but rather a result of the warmth emanating from his body and the worn sofa you’d both collapsed on upon returning to your flat. 

Truly, you didn’t know you’d drifted asleep until Remus coughed. It was quiet, but loud enough to stir you from your slumber, blinking awake slowly until you realized your cheek was pressed against his thigh. 

Stifling a rather large yawn, you shifted onto your back, stretching your limbs out until your joints popped and your vision cleared. When it did, you zeroed in on Remus above you, waiting for you to notice him. 

“You snore a little bit, did you know that?” He said coolly, cocking his head. 

You pushed his head away from you playfully, fighting the grin threatening to overtake your lips at the sight of him peering down at you. “You were watching me sleep?” 

“Very hard to read when I’ve got a foghorn in my lap.” He tutted, but the sticky sweet smile gracing his handsome face told you he was anything but annoyed. 

His scar stretched when he smiled like that, the jagged white marring his face rounding out the apple of his cheek as it raised. Remus tended to be self conscious about it, but less so when your fingers came up to trace along it. Not intended to bring attention to it in any way, but to reinforce that it wasn't something that deterred you from him. He felt better about it after. 

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. In your scramble to an upright position, you completely missed the way Remus deflated as you moved away. “Good book?” 

“Fine, I suppose. Good sleep?” 

“Fine, I suppose.” You teased, bumping his shoulder with yours. 

“Cheeky.” 

“Been spending too much time with you.” 

“Is that it?” He huffed out an amused chuckle, letting his hand fall onto your knee. You didn’t dare react, fighting the urge to allow your leg to bounce even when Remus’ fingers began to circle lightly. “What else about me is rubbing off on you?” 

“Dunno. What do you think?” 

“What do I think? I think…you don’t need any of my bad habits mucking you up, because you’re perfect the way you are.” Remus murmured. You averted your gaze from his, avoiding the softness in his expression in favor of focusing hard on a loose thread from your sock. He was being nice, like he always was, and you didn’t know how to react, like you always did. “Though an overthinker, maybe. Don’t dwell on it too long, love, you’ll only end up hurting yourself.” 

“I don’t overthink.” You protested rather meekly, pouting. Remus made a disbelieving sound in response, lilting and a little bit teasing, but soft and fond nonetheless. He reached out, bumping his knuckles against your chin affectionately, letting his fingers travel a little further to push the hair away from your face. 

Your skin felt like it was on fire when he brushed against your ear, even more so when his hand came back to settle at the curve of your jaw, thumb sweeping along the apple of your cheek tenderly. Almost too tenderly, with the way he was looking at you too.

Part of you wanted to steer the conversation in another direction, but you managed to push the feeling aside, wanting to see maybe, just maybe, if he moved to kiss you this time, you wouldn’t shy away. 

Remus moved slowly like he didn’t want to spook you, getting closer and closer still. 

Five inches. Four, three, two—no, you couldn’t do it. You shifted abruptly, teetering back on your palms under the guise of losing your balance. 

Remus frowned, blinking slowly. His hand dropped from where it had been against your cheek, falling against his knee almost dejectedly. “Do you not like me?” 

“Of course I like you,” You insisted. Obviously he wouldn’t believe you. Even you wouldn’t have believed you. Not at all to your surprise, he looked thoroughly unconvinced, so you tried again. “I do.” 

“Right.” He said. His brows drew together in the middle, one hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Right, you say that, but every time I get close to you, or I try to kiss you, or god forbid I try to pay you a compliment, you always pull away. I haven’t said anything before, because I figured you’d clue me in when you were ready, but you haven’t.” 

“Rem…” You sighed, drawing your knees towards your chest. His shoulders lifted up by his ears, dropping into a resigned shrug as he searched your face for any semblance of an explanation. 

“Is it me? Am I misreading this whole thing? I don’t—I don’t know what’s happening.” He was frustrated, you could tell. Frustrated, confused, maybe even a little disappointed, and with good reason. “I know you don’t like opening up, but it’s me, love. You can talk to me, right?” 

You twisted your lips to the side, suddenly feeling all kinds of embarrassed. Remus thought you didn’t like him because of the way you acted around him. You wouldn’t lose him because of what you were doing; you’d more likely lose him because of what you weren’t doing. 

Things needed to change, now, and you were the only one who could change them.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Remus.” 

“Does anyone really know what they’re doing?” 

“No I mean, like, I’ve never been in a relationship before. I don’t know what to do around you, how to act. So I just…” 

“Shut down?” He offered, not malicious in any way, but understanding. Remus was always just that. Understanding. You nodded wordlessly. “That’s the thing about relationships. There’s no single right way to be in one. You’ve just got to figure out what works best for the both of you. We need to figure things out, but we can’t do that if we don’t communicate.” 

You sighed, letting your chin dip towards your chest. “I’m sorry, Remus.” 

“Oh, you.” He said fondly, maybe even a little bit sadly. “You’ve not got anything to be sorry about at all. Now we know where to start.” His palm skated over your knee, up, up, up until he was met with soft skin against the rougher pads of his fingers. Goosebumps raised at his touch and he smiled softly again, not-so-secretly pleased he could elicit that kind of reaction from you. “You’re doing fine, love. Thank you for telling me.” 

“There’s something else too. Why I haven’t let you kiss me yet.” 

“Why?” 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You mumbled, voice muffled by the sleeve of your jumper. 

He squinted at you, leaning in closer, as if somehow heard you wrong. “Come again?” 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You repeated, as loud as you could muster. “I was afraid you’d leave me when you found out. That you’d think it was weird and off putting and you wouldn’t like me anymore.”

Remus blinked at you, long and slow. It sure was something to process, you knew that.

It’s not like you were expecting him to understand or come to terms with your reasons right away. You’d been battling with these thoughts every time you were with him, even more when you weren’t. This was brand new information for him. 

What you definitely weren’t expecting him to do was snort. Your nose wrinkled in immediate offense, even more so he cracked a smile. 

“You really thought I’d leave you because you’ve never kissed anyone?” 

You scowled, cheeks burning hot with embarrassment as you folded your arms over your chest stiffly. “Well now that you’re the one saying it out loud, it sounds stupid.” 

“It is!” 

“Don’t be mean, Remus!!” You huffed. You angled yourself away from him to stare angrily out the window, brows furrowed tightly, shoulders hunched.

Before you could brood too much, his large hands spun you right back around to face him again. He wasn’t smiling at you the way he was before, but you could still see the leftover twinkle in his eyes and it definitely didn’t make you feel better. 

“You’re being silly, love. You really thought I’d leave you because you haven’t kissed anyone before?” He repeated, ducking to catch your gaze with your every attempt to avoid his. You turned away from him, he chased after you, like some weird game of cat and mouse. 

Eventually you grew tired of it and you looked him square in the eye, jaw set. “Yes I did, and I’d appreciate it if you stopped saying it like that.” The corners of Remus’ mouth quirked up into a tiny smile. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, Lupin.” 

“Oh, now we’re on a last name basis?” He replied, brows raised in amusement. “I’m not going to laugh at you. I think you’re being ridiculous, but I like it.” 

“Ridiculous is even worse than silly!” You spluttered, losing your nerve from before at the risk of sounding whiny. You’d stomp your foot to bring your point across even more, but that seemed a little too dramatic for the situation. Settling for a deep frown, you scowled at your boyfriend, moving to rise off the couch. 

“No, wait—I’m sorry, I’ll be serious now, I promise.” He insisted, holding his hands up palm out in front of him. “No more poking fun, you have my word.” 

“Fine.” 

“Look, I don’t care that you’ve never snogged anyone before. In fact, that’s good news for me—means you won’t be able to tell if I’m absolutely shit at it.” 

“I thought you were being serious now.” You grumbled. 

“I am! I am. Y/N, I…” Remus hesitated, raking a hand back through his hair. “I’ve never felt the way I do for you with anyone else before. And I haven’t really, erm, been with a lot of people, so this, with you, it's special to me.”

“Me too.” 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry if it feels like I’m going too fast, or pushing you into something you’re not comfortable with. You can always tell me to fuck off and I’ll understand.” 

“It doesn’t.” You said quickly, shaking your head. Still, he looked skeptical, bordering on guilty. “You don’t. You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable. It’s actually the opposite. I…I feel more like myself when I’m around you. You make me feel safe, Remus. To be who I am, to say what I want. I just—I’m still trying to figure out what that means, and sometimes it makes me unsure of myself.” 

You weren’t even sure where all the words were coming from, but as soon as they left your mouth you knew they were true. 

“I know the feeling.” He murmured, letting you take his hand in yours. His thumb rubbed along your knuckles absentmindedly. “For what it’s worth, I reckon you’re bloody great. And I’m glad you feel safe with me. That you feel like you can be yourself. Means I’ve done something right.” 

“You’ve done everything right, Remus. I’m the one who can’t get over myself and be who you deserve.” 

“Hey, hey, stop that.” He chided, giving a firm shake of his head. “You’re already everything I deserve and more.” 

“You’re too sweet to me.” You frowned, leaning into him. His arm swept across your back, fingers curling around your shoulder to bring you even closer, a swift move punctuated with a kiss to the top of your head. You angled yourself so you were looking up at him, ready to gauge his reaction to your next question. “Can you…kiss me now?”

Remus’ brows flew high. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can wait, I promise. I—” 

“Will you shut up and kiss me, Remus?” 

Remus lifted your chin with two fingers, rich coffee eyes searching your own for any ounce of hesitation and coming up empty, before closing the gap between you swiftly, but not rushed. Firm, but not aggressive. He kissed you much like the way he acted around you.

Even though you were more or less just following his lead, kissing Remus came to you easier than you thought it would. His hand slid up to the back of your neck. Yours bunched into the front of his jumper like you’d done it before, subconsciously tugging him closer until he’d backed you up against the opposite armrest of the couch, one arm braced on either side of you to hold himself up. 

His body blanketed yours, lips leading to the edge of something more before he pulled away. He studied you again, reveling in the dazed look in your eyes as you both caught your breath. “How was that for your first kiss?” 

“Mm, good,” You hummed, still a bit taken aback (in the best possible way). 

“Top marks?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“Alright if I go for extra credit?” 

“Please.” 

Now that you’d finally managed to kiss Remus, you didn’t want to stop. You honestly didn’t think he’d mind if you never stopped. You certainly wouldn’t.

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part one

———

Nico’s memory is…screwy.

The Lethe warped things, but the body stores memory in strange ways. The only image he has of his mother is the gentle swish of her skirts as Zeus incinerated her, the echo of her fond scoff and curled r’s. Even that memory was shown to him. Most of his childhood memories are from the Lotus Casino, really, running after Bianca through the flashing games and then running away from her, laughing, when she forbid him from driving on the racetrack. His sister is the centre of his memories. He keeps them under lock and key, buried in the same place he keeps Mythomagic stats and his constant string of fear.

(The key is rusted and the lock is loose. He sees her in every mirror, now, in every mirror. She was pretty. Beautiful. He always thought so. She hid herself in too-large sweaters and shapeless skirts, crooked stockings and her floppy green hat. Kept her hand curled around his, turned away from the boys who smiled at her, touched her shoulders. She was his entire world, and he is beginning to realize that he was her world, too, only she had no one to care for her. It makes Nico ache to think about, the tears he sometimes saw welling up in her dark eyes, the creases in her angular, beautiful face. Her pain is as familiar in his reflection as the shape of her nose, identical to his.)

(Gorgeous, Will called him.)

Warped as his memories are, Nico isn’t completely stranded — he has dreams.

His dreams, although rare, are clear. He is a spectator of himself, and voyeur of his own life. He does not remember Venice, does not remember his bedroom, the country side, the kitchen table. But he remembers every dream he has.

Including, embarrassingly, a lecture that had both him and Bianca red-cheeked and scowling.

“You-a smart, bambina,” Maria had said to Bianca, squeezing her chin with flour-covered hands. “Una belladonna giovane, si, Niccolò?”

Nico had snickered into his hands, legs kicking, looking at his sister cross-eyed with his tongue sticking out.

“Bianca è una picchia,” Nico had teased, repeating his mother’s words from the last time she’d been scolded. “Una piantagrane!”

Bianca’s eyes had flashed. “Nico, I’m gonna sell your stupido toys —”

“Sonno worries forra my Bianca,” Maria had interrupted, eyebrows raised. “Ragazzi comma running. But you, Niccolò.” She dragged him back by the cuff of his shirt, cutting off his escape attempts. ““È importante, capisci? Lookame. Niccolò. Lookame.”

He spent a lot of time fidgeting, he remembers. Bouncing off the walls.

His mother was patient.

“You gonna be uno marito, un giorno. Gonna marry a nice-a girl. You gotta sai come fate.”

He wakes up from the dream embarrassed.

He knows why it was brought from the depths of his subconscious. He’s not dense. But he wishes, as he rips the sheets off his sweaty body, that it had stayed in those stupid trenches.

His mother’s raspy, cigarette-smoker voice twists with Will’s smooth rumble: You gonna be uno marito, one day. I’ve had a crush on you for forever.

He buries his burning face in his knees. What is Will’s problem. Who says that?

Nico has had crushes before. Telling Percy made him nauseous for three days. And Will just — said it. Said it!

He rolls onto the floor, refusing to think about it any longer. He has things to do today. Children to humble. He cannot afford — distractions.

Of course, he is distracted anyway.

He hears the kids in his sword fighting class whisper to themselves. They usually do, but there’s an audible difference to it; they sound more like the giggling naiads than nervous kids. Nico spends all three of his classes tense as a rod, stiffer than he usually is a suffering for it.

He dismisses each one of his classes early.

By lunchtime, he’s exhausted. He’s tempted to skip all together, but yesterday he ran out of snacks, and if he skips two days in a row Will’ll come marching, which is the last thing he needs. He lingers in the amphitheatre, biting the inside of his thumb, weighing his options. Eat with a crowd of people, go hungry.

In the end, the choice is made for him.

He startled when his name is called by a group of people, each with similar levels of enthusiasm. Leo, Piper, Jason, and Annabeth — Percy is with his mom this week, Nico recalls — approach him, waving.

“We are flagrantly breaking the rules and eating at Jason’s table,” Piper says, smiling. “Sit with us.”

She says it like an offer, but Nico has a feeling it’s more of a command. He nods, hesitantly falling in step with Annabeth.

(His friendship with her startled him. So many years seething with jealousy, simmering with misplaced hate and pain; only to find out she’s stubborn, like he is, and kinda cagey. She knows what it’s like growing up glancing over your shoulder. They stand the same, shoulders loose but knees locked; and eat the same, like they’ll never see food again. She knows when to let him have his silence. He knows when to let her have her space.)

She nods at him, smiling slightly. Her grey hairs are dyed with pink, today. It clashes horribly with her camp shirt. It suits her.

“Kids do alright today?”

“Yeah.”

“Harley blow anything up?”

“Yeah.”

“Impressive, that one.”

Nico smiles. “Yeah.”

They’re the last ones to the dining pavilion. Most tables are already full, conversations rising and lulling, food disappearing from plates. Several people duck close to their friends as they walk by, whispering. Nico pretends not to notice, pretends not to see Annabeth’s frown.

“Nico! Hey! I was just about to come find ya!”

Tripping in his haste to get up from his table — or maybe over his snickering sister’s extended foot — Will bounds up to meet him, hair flopping into his eyes, grin wide and blinding.

Nico’s palms begin to sweat.

“Will,” he acknowledges, after a beat too long.

Will doesn’t seem to notice.

(Everyone else does.)

“Just wanted to let you know that I was up last night digging through the records, and I found a hymn that’ll fix up your face faster. Not that it needs fixing.” He winks, or maybe tries to. What he really does is blink both eyes, beam so bright it forces smile lines. Nico goes bright red. “So just drop by whenever! I’m not on duty today, but it’s cool, just come find me. Better sooner than later, right?”

He doesn’t wait for Nico’s response, already half turned away by the end of his sentence. “See ya!” he shouts, too loud for the limited size of the dining pavilion, already stumbling back to his table, halfway through a new conversation with Austin. He watches him, amused, indulging.

“So,” says a teasing voice, dragging out the vowel, gleeful. Nico turns to find four identical smirks. “He sounded eager.”

“Nope,” Nico says immediately, turning back the way he came. His face continues to grow exponentially more red, which at this point must be some kind of hazard. “Food is overrated. I’m gonna —”

“Oh, no you don’t,” and then there’s a hand clenched in the back of his jacket, pulling, and four echoing cackles, and he’s dragged over to Jason’s table kicking and hissing. “Time for you to spill.”

———

part three

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could you do the OM bros seeing a friendly, opmistic, kind , funny Mc who's actually a cunning and a manipulative seducer/seductress. Always keeping a poker face in order to get what they want which is power and gets away with it but the brothers realize it too late( I know Lucy, Satan and Belphie are smart enough but It is possible for them to get "tricked" by Mc since they love them.)

Two-Faced Reader | Yandere Obey Me!

Power is what you’re after and you’re used to doing whatever you feel like to get it. Including acting like the innocent lamb that gets all of them wrapped around your fingers. Now whether you intended for their infatuation with you or not it's bound to further your agenda or more likely their own:

Leviathan 

“Whooooa talk about mad twists!”

Thinks it's hot when you switch from the sweet ingenue to domineering master 

Kind of likes the way switch 

And the curiousness if its some condition and you only do it with him

Oh how he hopes

At your command, he summons Lotan on the daily 

Sometimes completing sidequests without you telling him

Like offing those conspiratory NPCs

Satan

“I see what game your playing and I’m intrigued.”

He knows your games

And man does he love playing them

Your ambition rivals his own and he can’t help but want to encourage you

He’s not going to say he’s whipped but he’s certainly willing to cause all kinds of mayhem in your name

A shame that he’s not roped in by your fake personality

Asmodeus

“Oya~my baby wants them gone? Promise to give me kisses?”

He falls head first for you’re precious persona

So innocent, so cute

It makes pining for you all the more fun

And killing for you even more satisfying

He’s someone who’s not going to flip when you’re personality shines through

Your still his sexy lamb 

And he so badly wants to keep you

Even if it means using his beauty to deceive those who get in your way

And the ones he just doesn’t like

Beelzebub

“Don’t accuse them of such things, they hardly know how devildom works.”

Falls hook line and sinker for your persona 

No doubt easily deceived by your little acts

And in your defense, he’ll eat just about anyone 

Even when it’s revealed, the truth of your true colors he can’t help but still believe

That you’d been deceived 

That underneath the cunning persona is still the poor human that needs protection

And is number one in your crew for most likely to usurp 

You don’t know what you’re doing so maybe he and Belphie should bother with the bad guys out there

Belphegor

“...Right. But they still want that one out of the way and we promised to do that right?”

Sees right through you 

And originally isn’t all that fond of Beel’s perception of you

He thinks you tricked his sweet brother 

But in a way, he finds that he agrees

You're a stupid, in over your head human

And who better to intervene in your shenanigans than the two of them 

Plus he enjoys your bloodthirsty behavior

Though it's nothing compared to his murderous drive you’re still cute

If anyone is more likely to initiate the usurpation its him

Lucifer

“You think you’re so slick, I can’t help but be enamored.”

He doesn’t immediately see it

Playing into your hands for a short while 

Before catching on and switching from compliance and not

He thinks both sides of you are cute

But you're just so naive to think enabling their murderous tendencies will end with only who you’ve designated a threat

He and his brothers can easily see more than you 

So trust in that

[anundyingfidelity]

YES, MA’AM — Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson ft. Dean Winchester/Dean Smith (Chapter I)

Summary: Sam is the new tech support guy at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., and he thinks you, his supervisor, are related to him in ways more than professional. He not only dreams of ghosts and Dean Smith, the sales and marketing director, but you, the pretty boss who seems very fond of him, maybe a little too much.

Word count: 1.3k.

Pairing: Sam W./Sam Wesson x female reader (main), Dean W./Dean Smith x female reader. Situated in 4x17 - It's a Terrible Life.

Warnings for this series: smut with plot, sexual tension, sub!Sam, dom!reader, switch!Dean, co-workers with benefits with Dean, boss/employee dynamics, canon violence and stuff. Slow updates oops.

Notes: welcome to my very first spn fanfic, hope you enjoy this short series of Sam and Dean!

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GEN MASTERLIST!

Chapter I | Chapter II

Chapter I: A Boring Life

Taking a quick look at the clock on the corner of the screen of his computer, Sam let out a long sigh. Lunch hour was far from near. He continued drawing the monsters he saw in his dreams on the notebook, those who wouldn't let him continue his abnormally boring and stupid life.

"Hey, Sam," a voice called, making him jump slightly on his seat.

He cleared his throat shutting the notebook and sitting right this time as he took in your figure towering over him in the cubicle with a smile on your lips.

"Hi, uhm... Is something wrong?"

You chuckled slightly. He wanted to slap himself for saying that. For Sam, bosses coming to him meant he might have done something wrong. He didn't want to know what he screwed up. Barely three weeks have passed since he started working there. As much as things were strange and weird around, Sam just wanted a quiet life.

"Not at all," you answered in a friendly manner. "Actually I just wanted to give you kudos. I've received good compliments from customers who called for help, you're doing excellent!"

Sam breathed out, feeling a heavy weight on his back dropping. He smiled. "Well, thank you. It feels good doing that."

But a raise or something would feel absolutely better, he thought.

"Sure! You're brilliant, have you ever been told that?"

"Uhm, not here. I mean- I want to say you're the first one. Sorry, the first one to say I'm brilliant, I- uhm I never really got kudos before? I don't think so but it does feel great."

He stumbled so much with his words that it made you laugh a little but he noticed you tried to suppress it. So you gave him a nod.

"Yeah, of course. I also see you're very organized with your stuff and reports," you remarked before taking a quick glance around and leaning a little bit toward him, your face morphing into a shy look. "Probably I shouldn't but could you help me with some reports today? You'd be off the phone, I just really need to send them by the end of the day and I'm extremely busy."

You bit your painted lower lip with big doe eyes, waiting for an answer. Since the first day he saw you around the company, he thought you looked extremely familiar. Like he had seen you before. Hell, it was like he knew you ages ago. But he wouldn't say it out loud, he might look like a creep.

You'd usually come like this to his spot just to talk and get into business, sometimes he'd go to ask you something he wasn't sure about from a call, but he never, ever herd from a complaint or that his work was shit from you. In fact, you were very kind and smart, always letting him know you were there if he needed anything. And you were pretty. So damn beautiful that you got his heart agitated and his body aching when you bent over a desk wearing tight black pencil skirts and those matching high stockings. He began to think probably you liked him but you used to get close to all of your employees on the tech support floor. You were just being nice to everyone.

"Uh, sure. I can do that," Sam curved his lips into a smile.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver! I'll send you those in your email, ask me anything if it's difficult, okay?"

You responded with happy demeanour and quickly walked away back to your office, leaving him alone before he had the moment to say something. Just two minutes later he received an email from you with a bunch of reports and data to organize.

Sam scanned the files quickly while hearing the sounds of a chair rolling to his side.

"I think she likes you, man," Ian, the messy and chill coworker of his, teased. Sam chuckled.

"Nah, she's just nice to everyone. Besides, she needs help."

Suddenly, a notification popped from the side of his screen on the computer.

It was a message from you. It read:

Put on the headphones and listen to some music if you want ;)

"You were saying?" Ian joked again.

He smiled. Well, at least he'd be off the phone. Shouldn't be that hard, right?

The night fell and Sam found himself alone on his desk at eight o'clock working on your reports. Seeing the long reports and files he thought could make it on time to finish his shift at four and leave on time. It was fucking Friday. Poor him.

At least you ordered delivery for dinner for both of you. The good thing was that he wasn't really alone on the floor, you were in your office but soft music played as you worked on your stuff. Moments later, you found yourself sitting by Sam's side as he worked the final things on the last report.

"It's done," he announced, his body falling to the backrest of his chair.

"Thanks," you whispered shyly as he sent the finished files back to you. "I'm so sorry though, it's so late."

"Well, didn't have anything to do either."

"Really?!"

Your surprise made his eyes fall on you. He shrugged. "Just sleep."

You raised your eyebrows. "I thought maybe a girlfriend was waiting for you or something?"

He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "No, nothing like that."

The question was odd coming from you, so he decided to play a little.

"What about you?"

This time you shook your head. "Just my books and my TV."

Sam hummed. "It's a boring life, isn't it?"

"Yeah, well I get to pay my bills by the end of the month... And I meet nice people here... And I see you- Sorry."

You cut off your words all of a sudden, your eyes blinking rapidly saying you realized what you just said.

"My bad. We should get going."

You gave him a smile to try and brush off your words, but they were strong enough to get in Sam's head unnoticed. He watched you walk away, turning your computer and lights off on your office as Sam did the same on his spot. Once done, you walked out the floor together in silence.

"Thank you again. I don't think no one would ever do this for me here," you admitted with a deep exhale.

"Yeah, no problem," Sam smiled kindly as you got closer to the elevator.

"Really, I owe you. Do you have a car to get home or something? I can give you a ride if you need."

"I do, don't worry," he said as you stopped in front of the elevator, the doors opening.

"Great, so I think this is it," you grinned at him. "Have a good night."

"Thanks. I hope you have a good weekend, boss."

You nodded. "You too, Sam. Take care."

He saw you disappearing inside the elevator with a wave of your hand and a beautiful smile on your face. With a sigh, he made his way to the locker room and took his briefcase and stuff out. It was just a couple of minutes that he saw you leaving when he went back to the elevator. Checking his watch, the lift arrived and before he could get inside, he got a shocking picture in front of him.

Dean Smith, the marketing director, had you pinned against the wall and kissing down your neck. Your blouse unbuttoned, skirt up, lips open and eyes closed in bliss. Dean noticed the doors were open, pulling away his plump lips from your skin.

"Sorry buddy, wrong floor," he beamed and pushed the right button.

When you opened your eyes once again, you met Sam's open mouth and wide eyes as the doors closed. Great, now he might think you're a slut. 

[chocsra]

"Lovesick (Interlude)"

Chuuya x fem! reader - highschool AU

A/N: hii how are yall doing, its the weekend and yk what that means 🙏 thank you to all to those who have send me requests! i have read them all and plan to write all of them 😻🫶

thank you sm @sstarshroom for the request again 🫶😭

content: detention w your friend and school gangster chuuya nakahara, oneshot, pre-relationship (almost), romance, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love, i was thinking of kunikida when writing the teacher but then i realised he and chuuya would be the same age 😨

"This behaviour is unacceptable, Nakahara, I'll be calling your brother. Sit down."

A deep hoarse voice pierces through the late silence of the empty classroom, your teacher clicks his tongue in annoyance as he urges your classmate, Chuuya, to take a seat. The teenage boy, in his school uniform, shrugs and strides his way to the empty desk next to yours. "Ah," your teacher scoffs, stopping dead in his tracks. "Sit somewhere else, you need to learn your darn lesson." the man points an angry finger at the ginger, you look over to him, suppressing bits of laughter as Chuuya glares at the floor in irritation before taking a seat a few desks away from you.

He had short orange hair and piercing blue eyes, not the kind of blue that was like that of an ocean or jewel, but a dark, whirling storm. Chuuya Nakahara was a classmate of yours who was relatively short, athletic, independent and smart; but he had a pretty big issue within school, violence. Fights on fights on fights, the kid really couldn't catch a break from beating up people, could he? From what you've accumulated, he loved taekwondo as a kid until now before forming a loving bond with soccer; Chuuya loved fashion and forming good impressions, so it wasn't much to your surprise for him to show up to school on a motorcycle to achieve some 'gangster' look.

He loved stray dogs and begrudgingly fed stray cats, the loudness of the teenage boy was normal; but it brought some sort of fondness towards you, especially as friends. Yeah, you enjoyed having a nice friendship with the scruffy Chuuya Nakahara, the human embodiment of a chihuahua or grumpy cat. Sometimes, he forced you to go on morning runs with him, or rant about the future wine he was to buy and collect - 'bullshit', you thought, who would spend 30 grand on alcohol?

The redhead had a few friends in school - you, Albatross, the honour roll and senior student Kouyou Ozaki, his friend group who called themselves 'Sheep', based on a movie or something. Oh, and Dazai, well, you weren't sure if they were really friends or not - but by the looks of it, they seem to be the closest out of everyone else.

"No talking."

Your teacher orders, clicking the door open ready to leave; he sends an exaggerated glare at the both of you in the dim classroom that makes you suppress a cackle. Then, he finally left - his leather shoes clicking against the school floors. A heavy silence entered the empty classroom, hearing your teacher's ghostly footsteps until they disappeared. Chuuya then scoots his chair far closer to you, an irritated but victorious smile accompanied by the pleasant features of his face.

"Now how'd you end up in detention?" He questions with a proud smirk, patting your shoulder affectionately. "Slept in class," you chuckle, sighing, then resting your head atop the wooden desk; the ginger laughs in amusement, his angry mood quickly dissipated at the simple conversation with you. "what did you do this time?" you question, quirking a brow as the redhead scoffs, "The usual, beat the shit 'outta Osamu." he clicks his tongue. "Again? Over what?" you snicker casually, it wasn't very good to be friends with a school delinquent - but you knew he wasn't that bad, considering he was in tears watching 'A Dog's Way Home'.

"Poetry," Chuuya mutters, looking away shamefully, making you smile cheekily and laugh at the stupid reason. "Poetry?!" you smack his back playfully, making the boy wince in pain at the aggressive happiness. "He fuckin' said my love poems were shitty, that's not true!" You laugh at him for a split second, before cocking another brow. "You write love poems?" the ginger goes beet red at your realisation, before turning away and blushing, "It's just- whatever," Chuuya quips, you chuckle in pure amusement. "I never thought you would ever write a poem, a love poem especially." The boy scoffs, "The more you know, I guess."

"So then, who's it to?" You ask with curiosity filling your eyes, elbows planted clean on the desk. Chuuya shakes his head in denial, pursing his lips, not wanting to speak up. "That doesn't matter." he quips, biting his inner cheek in a flustered crisis; you only smile cheekily at his reactions, leaning in closer to his face, "Osamu?" the ginger flinches and almost flies off his seat at the name, scoffing absolutely baffled. "No!! What the hell?" you laugh, hitting the desk at the moment, watching as a small smile creeps on the redhead's face, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Did I not just say I beat the shit outta him?"

You both scoff and turn your heads away, "Well - you never told me you liked somebody." the redhead purses his lips in annoyance, "'Cause ya didn't need to know." you quirk a brow at the heavy tension in the room, both of you getting quiet. "So then who is it?" you ask again, tracing shapes on the wooden desk in front of you. "I can't tell you," the redhead states, fiddling with his fingers; you part your lips in a teasing manner, "Just tell me and-"

"and ruin our friendship?"

you widen your eyes at Chuuya's words, the ginger looks painfully ashamed at his slip-up, swiping his tongue against his inner cheek with the scrunch of his face. "What?" you blink, staring at him under the dimly lit lighting. "What?" he repeats, completely stunned at his own words.

A heavy silence filled the room, the boy pensively squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. "Does that mean what I think it does?" You choke out, a pink blush prominent on your cheeks; the redhead runs a hand through his hair in mild frustration. "Sorry," Chuuya shies away, turning his head to face away from your pretty gaze.

In all those months of torturous school, you've met a nice boy by the name of Chuuya Nakahara. He loved soccer, taekwondo, motorcycles, and music, and had many friends that he held near and dear to his heart. To you, he was a short, competitive, school troublemaker that roamed those crowded hallways arguing with Osamu with boring eyes. But to him, you were a girl who kept him awake on those terrible, sleepless nights, he thought of your name when he was first introduced into poetry, and he gets reminded of your bright smile as he thinks of the word 'sonnets'. To the boy, sometimes he felt out of touch with reality; because he hated the thought of falling in love, he despised the slow melody in romance songs, but meeting you only made his life slow down, just like the poetic rhythm of a cheesy song.

No, Chuuya was an idiot in denial; everybody could tell - especially when he got hit in the face with a soccer ball as you captured his gaze, his vision blurred to only your perfection and your perfection only. Chuuya Nakahara, the boy who was your friend for God knows how long; is terribly lovesick because of you.

"You shouldn't be," you mutter, brushing your fingertips over his soft hands; the ginger only widens his eyes at your words and lingering touch, the sparkle in his eyes signalling his greatest happiness. "I like you too," you whisper, locking eyes with the floor as the heat in your cheeks never seems to dissipate. Chuuya's fingers shook slightly in shock, his lips parting ever so slightly; he stared at your beautiful features in that damn classroom, the soreness of his knuckles fading as your words were the best yearning kisses to it he could ever ask for.

"..Can I kiss you?"

He stammers, watching as your lips curve into a smile he adored so much. "You're such an idiot." you laugh, fingers grazing to cup his soft cheeks ever so softly, pulling his lips into a sweet kiss. Chuuya's heart thumped loudly in his chest, his shaky hands flying to your waist and hand to cradle them with the affection that danced with the praise he sang in all those poems. The redhead's hitched breath tickled your lips as you slowly interlock, eyelids and pretty eyelashes fluttering shut at the tummy twisting feelings; you both had fuzzy minds, losing the ability to even think straight.

And as you felt his endearing lips reanimate any bore or sadness in that tedious classroom, you found the dim lighting to be the most tacky source of illumination; because Chuuya was - a graceful presence that made any fairytale or novel vanish in envy.

"You two!! I leave you right under my nose and this is what happens?!"

Your teacher storms in, completely enraged with a hint of amusement as you both scream in terror.

Yeah, you were both fucked, but at least you got a great, loving boyfriend out of it? 

[devotedfem]

∞ Angel

Synopsis: You always felt protected by your sweet guardian Angel, the issue was, that Seokjin wasn't as pure as you think. Not when you made him fall from grace.

K. Seokjin x f. reader

Genre: guardian angel au | yander-ish

Tags: angel Seokjin, overprotectiveness, sassy Seokjin, captivity, fluff if you squint, yander-ish, angel turning demon.

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From the series; otherworldly.

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The first time you saw him you were 7. You opened your tired sleepy eyes and watch Seokjin with curiosity, getting out of your bed to walk towards him, he widened his eyes with shock at your little steps coming to him near the window.

“Why do you always follow me, mister?” You frowned and pouted your lips, crossing your arms.

“You can see me?” He stared down at you with lifted brows. This shouldn’t happen.

You hummed nodding, smiling big at him, and inviting him to your room to play with you until you fell asleep.

Back then you were so smart, you noticed you were the only one that could watch him. So it became your little secret, because who would believe you if you say you can see your guardian angel and talk to him. You don’t want to look crazy so you never tell anyone.

You only talk back to Seokjin when you two are alone.

And years passed, he became literally your best friend. You grow fond of Seokjin, of his dramas, his sassiness and his protectiveness towards you. Always looking over you like a hawk, not letting anything hurt you. And you knew that guardian angels do that, but sometimes it feels that Seokjin is being a little bit extreme.

“Seokjin come on, it’s just a college party. Stop being so dramatic,” you said rolling your eyes.

You never go to parties because of him, at first you obey Seokjin when he said that there’s a lot of dangers out there, but then you got tired of his attempts of overprotecting you.

You’re an adult now, you should go out and see the world. It was Seokjin’s job to not let anything happen to you anyway. Also, you weren’t stupid, you know what’s dangerous and what it’s not.

“Excuse me,” he gasped offended, floating towards you, “you’re not going to that party, missy. You don’t know how dangerous those parties are, there are a lot of bad things that could happen to you. So don’t be ungrateful when I’m trying to protect you,” he said in a low warning, standing in front of you and staring down at you with his darkening gaze.

You gulped feeling overwhelmed, he sometimes doesn’t act like an angel at all.

“Oh my god! Let me live my life! If something bad happen to me so it be, let me experience those things like normal people do. You have nothing to worry about, please!” you shouted, running your hands through your hair in exasperation.

Seokjin pressed his lips together into a thin line. His blank gaze woke chills on you. You never saw him this serious before.

“You are mine to protect, whether you like it or not. And if I say you won’t go to that party, you won’t,” he growled close your face, gripping your shoulders and making you flinch with genuine worry and fear.

Who does he think he is?

You wiggle away from his grip, with flames of fury rising to your chest.

“I’ll go,” you challenged him with your chin up, turning around towards your door ready to go to that party.

And suddenly, the temperature of the room dropped, freezing you.

Seokjin turned you around roughly, and your lips parted with surprise at the sight of him dropping to the floor for the first time. His feets touching the floor, and his tall frame towered over you.

You watch with deep horror how his wings turned pitch black. You tremble with fear, trying to step back from him but he didn’t let you, he snarled and gripped you near his chest. You watched how his big black wings wrapped you two, darkening your world.

You whimpered with fear, clinging to Seokjin’s body because even though he’s the cause of your fear, he’s your safe place. The one you run to when you’re scared.

He shushed you sweetly, hugging you tightly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you with me to a place where nothing will ever hurt you.” He promised against your ear, his voice sounding darker than before.

And he did take you down with him. Down, down and down. A place where you can’t see anything but him.

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Gorgeous, I'll literally pay you for some more pic dick Jason content. Like!!!!! That's some good stuff right there!!!!

sdkdkskjds. this has a little more angst than i wanted but it sets me up really well for the next scene

**

In the middle of fighting off one drunken idiot with a baseball bat, Jason watches his heads up display flash with no less than seven separate notifications at once; each one more alarming than the last.

Your name flickers across the screen alongside three text messages and his mouth jumps up at one side, it’s half a smile at best, more of a reflective little tug of amusement, maybe of fondness at the thought of you.

But it’s there.

If anyone were to ask if he smiled at the sight of your name, he would plead the fifth amendment without a second of hesitation.

Well, if anyone asked but you of course.

He’s found that recently, you’ve been a pretty big exception.

There’s a shrill war cry echoing through the street and Jason fights the urge to roll his eyes but fails miserably.

It doesn’t take much to topple the drunken young man, something that he’s thankful for. Just a brief pull when the wooden bat meets his open palm and the man goes cartwheeling forwards into a brick wall.

Easy.

Finally glancing through your messages, Jason smiles.

You: i’m breaking into your apartment You: i’ve got a craving for crime You: and also jelly beans

Checking his remaining notifications, Jason absentmindedly grabs the fallen baseball bat and snaps it over his knee in one move. There’s a splintering crack and sharp spikes of wood rain down over the pavement.

Sprawled out on the floor the young man looks up, eyes unfocused but wide, nearly horrified. Scrambling disjointedly to his feet he takes off sprinting, each step uncoordinated, clumsy. Jason wonders if he’ll even make it to the end of the street without falling flat on his face.

Throwing the two halves of the bat onto the ground he focuses his attention on the message informing him that someone has entered his apartment.

Through the window.

Grabbing his phone he opens up your text message trail and replies,

Jay: is the door not good enough for you? Jay: i’m sure you’ve got a key

Somewhere in the back of his head, Jason remembers giving you a spare key to his apartment, and remembers the gentle look on your pretty face. It felt like adrenaline, felt like he was taking out something important from between his ribs and handing it to you; trusting you to keep it safe.

Jason looks back sometimes and wonders, was it his heart he gave to you instead.

You: window’s more fun You: gives me more of a breaking and entering vibe You: go big or go home You: or should i say ‘go big and break into someone else's home’

There's almost an air of comfort sticking itself halfway down his throat at the thought of you in his apartment.

It tastes sweet, reminds him of warm, golden honey or pastel pink cotton candy. Indulgently, Jason wonders if you would taste just as sweet. Wonders if he kissed you, licked into your smart mouth, if you would taste like spun sugar.

He wonders if your pretty pussy would taste the same.

Sure, you’ve been in his apartment before, more often than not sitting on the kitchen counter whilst he makes something to eat and stealing bites when his back is turned. Or demanding he puts his head in your lap so you can play with his hair.

But it’s different this time.

This time you’re in his apartment and he’s not.

Jason can’t quite understand why that’s comforting.

Jay: have you been talking to Grayson again? Jay: thats the sort of stupid shit he’d find hilarious You: where do you think i got the joke from? You: also tell me where the jelly beans are You: or i’ll burn down your apartment

He still has the habit of stashing food.

Back in the manor he remembers hoarding non perishables, and remembers slipping food into his little pockets when no one was looking. He was young and still waiting for the other shoe to drop, still waiting for the moment that Bruce changed his mind, convinced that his time in that home was limited.

It was limited.

Just not in the way he first thought.

There’s a hollowed out space in the back of his bedside table at the manor filled with peanut butter, jerky and tins of various fruit, vegetables and meat. He wonders if Alfred has found it yet, part of him thinks he has.

He would hide weapons under his pillow, under his mattress and Alfred would find them. He would take the one from under his pillow, but let him keep the one hidden under the mattress. Jason never told him how much that meant, he’s not even sure if Alfred remembers.

He’s found that no matter where he goes, the habit follows.

Each safehouse has its own stash. All in different places just in case. There's a self conscious sort of pull in his gut when he thinks of telling you where those stashes are, almost like he’s afraid of what your reaction would be.

The jelly beans are tapped to the underside of the sofa and his head can’t come up with a casual reason to explain why they’re there.

Jay: wow Jay: first it was breaking and entering Jay: and now you’re adding arson to the list Jay: living up to the mug i see

You don’t reply for a few minutes and Jason finds himself flicking his knife through his fingers. A nervous habit. The blade twirls from thumb to pinky and back again. Tossing it into the air he follows its trajectory and catches it by the handle.

He wonders what you’re doing.

You: found them You: your siblings must be the worst if you’re hiding things under the sofa You: i’ll buy you more the next time i’m out

His hands are shaking.

The first thing he’ll be doing when he gets home is changing where he hides his food.

Slotting the knife back into its holster Jason feels the urge to sit down, legs suddenly weak. There’s a thousand different thoughts ricocheting around in his head, each one knocking into another and spiralling in a completely random direction. He doesn’t know if it’s panic or not.

He feels almost like a child again, trying to protect something that’s his.

Logically, he knows that you’re not going to take it, you’re not going to judge him for a reflective habit born from nothing but survival instincts. But he still has that niggling what if feeling in the back of his head.

Inhaling a steadying breath Jason closes his eyes. He trusts you. You’re his best friend. He’s given you a key to his apartment. You’ve seen his dick.

You’re not a threat.

His hands stop shaking.

Jay: i’m nailing all my windows shut and changing the locks Jay: i can't hide anything from you can i?? You: fuck no you can’t You: im going home now You: left something on your bed to say thanks though You: 😉😉

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[devilsrecreation]

Kenge relationship headacanons

Jasiri-Jasiri and Kenge have created an unlikely friendship. Being a new leader, she wanted to give everybody in the Outlands another chance to respect the Circle of Life and Kenge was no exception. Kenge didn’t want anything to do with her at first, but the more Jasiri showed that she cared about her subjects (and acted like his therapist), he slowly became more trusting and protective of her. She’s even regarded him as family at one point. “Everyone in the Outlands are like a big family, and that includes you”. Kenge won’t admit it, but he actually teared up at that. Nobody’s ever thought of him as family before

Wema and Tunu-He claimed that he wasn’t fond of kids, but that changed once he met the twins. They were too pure for the world, not even Kenge had the heart to hurt them. So Kenge did what he knew best: he taught them and the other kids (and skinks) to fight. Kenge won’t lie, they really grew on him. They lowkey remind him of himself when he was young, being all sweet and innocent

Janja, Chungu, and Cheezi-All three of them are still terrified of him…and make the mistake of using the word “little” around him (they don’t call him little, but they do use phrases like “a little help”)

Jackals: Pretty cordial to Reirei and Goigoi keeps annoying him with his stupidity. Dogo, Kijana, and the other pups are pretty much the only ones he cares about, being his students and all. He likes how much potential Dogo and Kijana show him

Kiburi-I like to think the friendship would be a lil one-sided on Kiburi’s part. Like he’d lowkey see Kenge as an honorary float member due to how much potential he has, but Kenge’s shown to be pretty indifferent. He’d see Kiburi as a cocky asshole if anything (he may be cocky himself but he’s not that prideful yk?). This is until Kiburi says something like “you’re a big guy, ain’tcha?” at some point and it sticks cuz Kiburi’s the only animal bigger than him who said something like that. It hit different. They got mutual respect for one another, so they’re cool. As I said before, Kenge’s kinda like the honorary croc in the float, it’s really sweet since Kenge finally feels like he’s one of the big boys

Skinks-As I covered before, Kenge acts as the skinks’ protector/bodyguard. Shupavu and Njano were smart enough to get on his good side and convince him that lizards have to stick together. I like to think they INTENDED to just use him for protection and nothing else, but then they got to know Kenge more. Now they got they have the one of the most genuine friendships in the Outlands. Shupavu and Kenge bonded over their relationship with Ushari and they genuinely worry over the other’s well being at times. Njano and the other skinks also like to act as Kenge’s hype-men (lizards) and even try giving dating advice when he develops feelings for Maji. Njano definitely likes to mess with him sometimes

Sumu-Kenge and Sumu met during the battle in “The Scorpion’s Sting”. After regaining consciousness, he permanently went his separate way and lay down to rest. Unbeknownst to him, Sumu happened to be sitting right next to him eating a mouse he caught. Then they just…started talking and have been by each other’s side ever since.

Their relationship dynamic is basically 50% wholesome “You’re one of the few people in my life who doesn’t suck and I care about you” and 50% friendly banter. Took a while for the both of them to realize they made a friend in each other tho

Ushari- Kenge and Ushari have known each other since they were kids. After essentially being ditched by his siblings by trying to find a flower that doesn’t grow in Africa, a lonely Kenge is sulking when a little snake-let comes along and asks him if he’s okay. They introduced themselves and they’ve been at each other’s side ever since. Ushari did his best to stand up for Kenge from his brothers and Kenge would defend Ushari from getting stepped on with his life. They would do anything for each other

Kifo-Gonna keep this one brief since I already covered them, but Kenge did NOT like Kifo at first due to being reminded of Ushari and his death whenever he saw her. After she proved she could talk to Ushari, he began opening up. He’s now trying to teach her how to use her venom for self defense

Maji-Ever since becoming lovers, Kenge shows to genuinely love and care about Maji and vice versa. You’d think he’d be the abusive type, but he surprisingly isn’t. He’s actually the most calm when he’s with her. They treat each other as equals and gladly fight back to back when either of them is in danger. He even has a habit of (lovingly) staring at her, it’s adorable. I wouldn’t call him romantic, but he’s trying lmao. Luckily, Maji’s version of romance is Kenge’s fighting so it works out. She thinks it’s attractive :)

They also do this thing where they interlock their tails. It’s the lizard equivalent of hand-holding and it’s ADORABLE

Jino and the rest of his siblings-Already said this before, but they literally hate each other. While Kenge only wanted his siblings’ love and to fit in with them, Jino and the others saw Kenge as nothing more than a burden. They would hurt, mock, and tease him about his size, with Jino claiming he wanted to “toughen him up”. It wasn’t until Kenge finally stood up for himself that Jino finally started treating him as one of them. When Kenge declined and left, Jino went straight back to mocking him.

Kenge’s also kind of scared of Jino, which is why he felt like he couldn’t do anything when he came to visit. He was scared that Jino might beat him up, something he’s done before. After Kenge stood up for himself a second time, Jino and his other sibling became more submissive and scared of him. Jino still acts cocky as hell, but he avoids Kenge now….or does he?

Badili- OKAY HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE. So imagine Kenge has to go to the Backlands to get a certain plant for a very sick Kiburi. He goes with Janja, Chungu, and Cheezi in the Back Lands and soon chooses to go his own way. His stubbornness ends up getting himself lost in Mirihi Forest where he meets Badili.

Kenge didn’t really like Badili at first since he found him to be “too chipper” and was just focused on getting the plant. Throughout Kenge’s visit, however, Badili just kept being nice to him and helping him no matter how angry or bossy Kenge got. Badili never saw Kenge as a bad lizard, but a broken one. He was smart enough to realize Kenge’s hatred of the word “little” was because of past trauma. They eventually get to officially bond after Kenge almost bites Badili when he made the mistake of using the word “little” around him. While semi-afraid, Badili stands his ground and asked something no one else did:

“Are you okay?”

From that point on, they share each other’s past experiences and Kenge finally warms up to the leopard. Badili’s kindness reminds him of himself when he was younger and the fact that he overcame his fear of his bully was actually kind of impressive to him. He just didn’t get how Badili didn’t become…well, like him. Badili’s responded with “Because I didn’t wanna stoop down to his level”. I like to think he teaches Kenge that becoming a hate-filled bully isn’t a good way to deal with your problems and that definitely gets Kenge to humble himself… or at least not be as grouchy as before. They have a heartfelt moment when Kenge meets with the hyenas and they find the plant. Kenge definitely promises to visit him someday. You could even call them friends :)

[mctwinkdom]

Would you write Landoscar rule 63 where only one is a girl? What would that verse look like for you if you did?!

As you may know, I'm currently writing landoscar rule 63 where they're both girls. But only one of them being a girl? Hm... I won't say never, because if I get the motivation for it, why not! but it's not planned as I've never written a heterosexual relationship before lmao

I still have a very clear idea about them as girls so here's my essay about both verses :

With girl!Lando:

I really, really want to explore the idea of a masculine girl Lando, with short curly hair and a idgaf attitude. She dresses masc and baggy on normal days, especially on the paddock, but she wears tight leggings and shorts when she works out and can body a dress at social events like she's a full time model.

She's the same height (because I don't see the point in making girl versions smaller... 1m75 is not unrealistic for a girl) and has the same musculature as irl boy Lando, only with a smaller waist (if that's possible) and small tits, which means she can't be bothered with bras and she gets harshly criticized by the media when her nipples are visible through her fireproofs or her team polos but she doesn't careeee, she loves pissing the media and the macho fans off. Oscar feels Hella guilty about stealing way too many looks at her chest and the way her hips sways when she walks. Girl!Lando is quite the revelation for him since he has to admit being very much attracted to muscles on girls. He's also wrestling with the fact all his instincts wants to protect girl!Lando, to defend her, to shield her from any negative comment, but he feels silly and sexist for it because he knows she's strong enough to stand on her own, she has been standing proud and brave for years now, way before he was even in F1, and she certainly doesn't need his protection or help.

Except she does, but not in the way he expected. With Carlos and Daniel, she always made sure to be as loud as them, as bright as them, so she wasn't made to be small and helpless next to them. But with Oscar, she learns to let her guard down, she lets herself be quiet and soft. She lets him do things for her, even as small as opening snacks or water bottles, not because she can't, but because she knows Oscar doesn't see it as a sign of weakness but of trust.

She's very flirty in nature and she relishes in the way Oscar gets flustered by it. She loves how level-headed and composed Oscar is, how smart he is despite being a pure idiot sometimes when he fails to see the first clues she's clearly interested in him, and she loves how she can make him laugh so easily. Oscar loves how lively and adventurous Lando is, how quick and witty her answers are, how silly and utterly stupid she can be sometimes.

It's a long relationship of mutual respect and admiration turning into fondness and trust before they can develop feelings for each other. Girl!Lando waits for him to take the first step but Oscar can be fcking dense sometimes and he fears to make her uncomfortable so she eventually has to pin him to the wall and kiss him square on the mouth to put a end to this cat and mouse game they have going on, and it all clicks into place from there, Lando fitting perfectly into Oscar's big arms and against his broad chest. Girl!Lando both consciously and unconsciously wants to challenge gender norms in her everyday life but she has to face it... she loves being the little spoon. And she whines about Oscar having a better ass than her.

She's also a raging bisexual, and she hates that the media speculates on her sexuality and sometimes goes as far as assuming she's a lesbian only because of her short hair and because she's an agressive driver. She had one girlfriend before, very private relationship because she doesn't feel like being out. Not before she accomplishes what she wants in her career. She comes out to Oscar, though, before they get together and it's a big deal for her because, among the drivers, only Max and Carlos know about it, and Oscar is so happy she trusts him enough to tell him.

NSFW // she's a lot more vanilla that Oscar was expecting for some reason. Very high sex drive though. She doesn't give blowjobs, arguing she's too much of a fussy eater to take a whole dick in her mouth. Oscar is fine with it because she gives the best handjobs known to man and because she rides him like a pro. He loves how confident she is in her body, how she wears Victoria Secret lingerie beneath her baggy masculine clothes, and how she gets all soft and whiny and clingy when Oscar pushes into her. She doens't like it rough and Oscar is a gentle lover so they work perfectly together <3

With girl!Oscar: girly Oscar is... basically the same bloke as irl boy Oscar if we're being honest lmao. She has long wavy hair, falling below her shoulders, but she can't be bothered with combing it, barely making the effort to tie it into a low lazy ponytail before putting on her racing gear. She then has the audacity to complain about her hair getting tangled. She's tall for a girl and is a bit insecure about it. She secretly loves when female fans call her "mommy" on social media because of her thick thighs and big breasts. She fcking hates it when male fans do it. Except one. Well he's not really a fan. He's her overly excited puppy temmate. He doesn't call her mommy of course but Oscar is not stupid, she can see him glancing at her boobs and her ass when she's wearing shorts, which is often. Lando doesn't quite feel guilty about it because he convinced himself he's not being a pervert if he doesn't look more than 10 seconds at a time.

Girl!Oscar is obviously very strong, she has the same dry humor and laid back attitude as irl Oscar, she's very calm and rarely complains on the radio. She fcking hates when male fans compliment her composed personality because she knows they would find a way to be sexist if she was only 10 % more expressive and they only like her because she's naturally reserved and doesn't complain and that's what they want if a woman is in F1: for her to be quiet. And she fcking hates it, she hates it so much, but it's her personality and she won't change it to prove a point, so instead she does what she does best: she interacts with other drivers in a joking manner, she throws subtle shots at other teams (one in particular), she makes her quietness a strenght in the way she doesn't get shaken by anything happening on and off the track, proving everyone how strong and unflappable she is, more mature than a lot of older more experienced drivers. Lando admires her a lot for it.

At first, he saw Oscar as a weird specimen. He didn't meet a lot of strong girls before, and he got a bit grumpy when he realized she's a bit taller than him (that will change quickly). The thing is... he tragically doesn't know how to act around Oscar. He's used to date models, skinny girls with great hair and nice clothes. Oscar... Oscar doesn't really take care of her appareance: she dresses practical instead of flattering, she doesn't wear makeup, doesn't style her hair, she's the most natural girl Lando has ever met and he's going slightly Feral about it. The way he's attracted to Oscar is so primal and strong and blinding it scares him a bit sometimes.

Oscar herself is very embarrassed about her own crush on Lando. She's been crushing on him for years, since they were teens. She's so infatued with Lando she laughs at everything he says and then gets embarrassed when she watches the clips on twitter and fans teases her about her "heart eyes" and "zendaya laugh". She does kick her feet when she sees interviews where Lando publicly praises her, and she still blushes on camera when Lando calls her "Osc" or "Osco". She feels like a basic bitch when he sports the fuckboy look and she likes it a bit too much. The problem is, she's not as unbothered as people believe when she's alone and safe, and she has a lot more insecurities that she leads on, so she sadly doesn't think Lando would ever be interested in her, considering his dating history. So she locks her feelings away and simply tries to be a good teammate and a good driver and maybe a good friend. She's not stupid enough to ignore Lando's eyes on her, of course, but she assumes it's normal, just a boy looking at boobs because that's what boys do. However she is stupid enough to not realize how Lando treats her incredibly gently, how he softens his voice when he talks to her, how he trusts her entirely and really cares about her opinions and wants to spend more time with her and get to know her.

It's a classic case of "she fell first but he fell harder". Even if it's only physical attraction at first, Lando quickly gets enamored because she's so smart and gentle and confident in her own skills and that's super hot. She makes him feel calmer, more relaxed, and he wants to keep her close all his life.

Cliche straight relationship from here: Lando asks her out, not really saying it's a date but it totally is and he wears a fcking suit to drive her to an expensive restaurant, and Oscar wants to die from embarrassment because she completely misunderstood the situation and she's wearing fcking jeans and sneakers, so Lando pours some wine on his white shirt: that way they both look ridiculous and out of place and they laugh about it so much together and they sloppily make out in Lando's car afterwards like a couple of horny teenagers and they live happily ever after yada yada yada.

NSFW // they're more kinky than girl!lando and boy!oscar for some reason. Girl!Oscar is not necessarily insecure about her body but she's not confident about it either, so she really feels the heat when Lando spends hours worshipping her body from top to bottom, and praises her constantly about how pretty and cute and hot she is. He's very much obsessed with her boobs, always find a way to stick his face in between, he also loves eating her out even when Oscar is shy about it at first and it takes him a few weeks to convince Oscar to sit on his face. He almost dies from happiness there (and suffocation but he doesn't tell Oscar not to freak her out so she continues to ride his tongue more and more confindently). When he asks her if he can f*ck her in the ass, she thinks she's so smart for replying "only if I can f*ck you in the ass, too", but the problem is: Lando is like "yeah why not" and poor Osc didn't plan for this so she gets incredibly shy again and it takes them months to get there. It's a lot of experimenting and kinks exploration with those two, and they have a lot of fun with it! They don't like everything but that's okay, because they're grossly in love and always find a way to make each other feel good.

I love my girls man......... Like I said, it's unlikely I wrote any of it but! girl!Lando and girl!Oscar are eating each other's pussy as we speak, so. Yeah.

[oceansssblue]

100 CELEBRATION — PROMPT 14. TELEPATHY

TECH / F READER 💖(🔥)

WARNINGS: BRIEF MENTIONS OF INSECURITIES, SEXUAL THOUGHTS BUT NO PROPER SEX SCENE.

NOTES: Here we have a fluffy and sweet/sensual one for our dear Tech. Oh, how I love that man... Let me know if you' ve liked it and reblog if you can. We've only got 3 more prompts for the 100celeb left (with our boys Rex, Cross, and Echo). See you on the next one! Xx, Blue.

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Tech had a strict rule; he would not use his mind-reading ability on anyone if not for safety reasons exclusively. That meant, for example, that he was able –and would– use his telepathy to find out Cid's ulterior plans –plans the Trandoshan never mentioned to Hunter– ; but he would control himself and refrain from reading his brother's minds outside of missions and the like. If Tech didn't consider someone in danger, he would silence the thoughts that so often slipped uninvited into his mind.

However, even his own strict rule had to be broken on the rare occasion. Sometimes, the few people he cared about weren't in inminent physical danger; but experimenting some sort of emotional stress that they couldn't always resolve by themselves. Watching them suffer in silence when he might have been able to help if only he had been informed of the nature of their affliction... Well, in those cases, Tech felt morally obliged to intervene.

All this considered, there's no valid reason for him to use his telepathy on you today; but he can't help himself. He had tried to reach a logical conclusion for your behaviour around him lately; to no avail. What he knows is that you can't stand to be in the same space as him for more than a few minutes at a time. He had brushed it aside as mere coincidences at first -you had forgotten something, or had to help Omega with another-; but after a whole month of quiet observation, Tech can't deny the truth any longer. It hurts, the thought of you finding him so irritating or disliking him so much that you inmediately shied away from his presence; but he wants to know what exactly you can't stand about him. Perhaps he can find a solution to it... Tech isn't fond of many people; but he is of you, and he values the friendship that had slowly blossomed between the two of you. He thought you did too, he was sure of it. He needs to know what has changed.

And so the next time you rush out of the cockpit to the sonic, after putting an abrupt end to your conversation with him once again, Tech tunes your thoughts in. Your voice echoes inside his head in a series of stressed whispers. He has to concentrate to discern the jumbled words from one another; your mind is working light speed.

"Oh my god, will I ever stop messing up my words every time I talk to him? With how impossibly smart he is, he probably thinks I'm stupid by now!"

Then, a firm, clear sentence -Tech can imagine you pointing at yourself at the mirror, frustrated-.

"Get your shit together!"

He hears the door of the sonic opening and your footsteps moving in the direction of the bunks.

Alone with his own thoughts again, Tech ponders the new information around. He's relieved to know that at least you don't seem to be angry or irritated at him per se. You just seem to be intimidated by his intelligence; which is more of a compliment than anything else, really. Still, he can't help but feel guilty. Had he ever acted in a way that has made you feel undervalued? Had he off-handedly critiqued any aspect of your psyche? Made an unfortunate comment on how your mind processes things? He doesn't believe so; but it wouldn't surprise him either. For all the intelligence he posseses, he knows he often lacks of emotional tact; something that his brothers -Wrecker, in particular- seem to be well versed in.

Ah, there's always things to learn, mm?

He'll try to make you feel more at ease next time.

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Tech is pleasantly surprised to have you tagging along in his exploration of Arkana's forest. The rest of The Batch had decided to stay in The Marauder, catching up on some sleep; but he had prefered to take the chance to observe the planet's rich ecosistem before they had to make their way back to Ord Mantell the following morning. You had inmediately jumped at the oportunity as well. Tech would have thought that an hour expedition would have been too much for you to be in his presence; but you had joined him with a bright smile, and half an hour later, your mood is just as friendly.

Arkana's forest is a surprising mix of bright colourful flora. There's not as much green as one would have expected; but instead, trees and flowers grow in vibrants blues, pinks and yellows. Your eyes widen in awe at a bright neon magenta flower that is as tall as yourself; steps slowing down to admire it.

"What's its name?" you ask him, curiously.

Tech doesn't need to consult his datapad; he knows exactly what it is.

"Fluoridium flowers. Their shine is not a property of the plant per se, but a result of different kinds of neon-like minerals in Arkana's soil. It is often used as..." Tech notices the way you're silently staring at him, an almost lost expression on your face.

He remembers your thoughts on him; and the rest of his explanation quickly dies on his throat. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with unnecessary information. He ends his info-dumping -as Crosshair used to call it- with a few brief words.

"Let's just say it has a lot of uses".

He nods to himself, and then re-starts their walk through the forest. You follow him inmediately, frowning in confusion at his interrumpted explanation.

"For example?" you ask him, and Tech shoots a carefull glance back at you.

"I didn't think you'd be interested in knowing that".

His words bring a honest, surprised expression on your face.

"Why not?" you sound highly confused.

You can't help but think you've done something wrong. It had looked like Tech had wanted to share the information with you; and then he had stoped himself from continuing after taking a look at your face. Had you done something you weren't aware of?

Tech's eyes flicker around the forest almost avoiding you.

"I wouldn't want to bore you" he answers, voice quiet and hesitant.

Tech is never hesitant. He might not know everything; but even then, his usual way of talking is always confident and self-assured. He has no problem in admiting a lack of knowledge in something; he'd admit it in the same firm tone he uses for everything. Why is he acting so strange now?

His words tug at your heart. Perhaps something has happened without you noticing it. Perhaps there had been some sort of discusion between the brothers; or some fleeting comment Tech had taken too personal.

You are enamoured by him; he could never bore you.

For the first time in perhaps forever, you reach your hand towards his wrist; tugging him into a stop and looking up into his eyes with your cheeks lighted up in a faint blush.

"I find all your explanations interesting" you sum up the courage to add "I like hearing you talk, Tech".

You shoot him a small, soft smile; fingers squeezing his wrist softly before letting him go.

Tech is momentarily stunned. He is first confused by the contradiction between your recent afirmation and the thoughts he had heard from you just a few days ago; he is also surprised by the tender affection he reads on your eyes. Your honest little admission sends a warm feeling to his heart.

You're still looking at him; perhaps waiting for an answer, a reaction from him. Tech's heart speeds up. He feels the need to listen to your mind tingling through his veins; and he allows himself that little exception again, just this time.

"How could you ever be boring? You're like a living encyclopedia. And you look so adorable when you're explaining something, specially when you raise your index. I like seing how excited you get, how you come to life. Ah, Tech, if only you knew... I could hear you talking all day".

Tech blushes instantly; slipping out of your mind and trying to hide the way hearing you "talk" about him is making him feel. He must have gotten something wrong. You evidently still enjoy spending time with him; you... Care. Those first thoughts he read from you last time must have been born of your own insecurities; insecurities he would try to help you leave behind.

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You like when the cockpit is at it's maximum capacity. It means you're able to watch Tech with other posible distractions claiming his attention; masking your unwavering interest. Right now, for example, he's listening to Wrecker's and Omega's chattering; making a few brief interventions here and there. He's also piloting The Marauder back to Ord Mantell; and shooting some carefully concerned glances at Hunter, who was injured in The Batch's last mission in Targa. He has always been an expert at multitasking.

You, on the other hand, are focused on just one thing; Tech himself. How his hair is slightly ruffled after the mission, and the way his eyes seem to softly shine with the hyperspace lights. His pouty lips; and the way his long legs look when he spreads his knees apart, turning in the direction of his brothers once The Marauder is set on autopilot.

Fuck, how you wish you could be standing -or kneeling- between those legs...

Tech suddenly stutters in his speech, his cheeks blushing perhaps as a result of something one of his brother's had said. It pulls you out of your thoughts for a minute; your eyes focusing on how cute he looks with the soft tint of embarassment on his face. It's not an expression you often see on him.

You're really helpless when it comes to Tech. Your mind inmediately swings to dirty thoughts; pondering wether he'll get a similar expresion if he'd get flustered at sex. Would he be shy, cheeks set on fire and a timid, adorable wide-eyed expresion on his face? Or would he be as confident and firm as usual, making you melt at his feet with a few caresses and well aimed words? You'd be eager to please him either way, that's for sure.

Tech stands up abruptly; clearing his throat nervously, face impossibly flushed now. His eyes flicker everywhere around the room, and he inmediately makes a hasty exit muttering a rushed excuse. Your eyes trail after him in concern; asking the rest of The Batch about him in case you got lost on something important that would explain his sudden and unexpected retreat.

"What was that?" you whisper to his brothers, half confused and half concerned.

Hunter's eyes snap back at you. He looks uncomfortable; shifting in his place.

"You tell me" he answers, criptycally, inmediately turning his attention to Meg.

What does that even mean? He... He couldn't have known what you were thinking about, could he? Well, with how perceptive he is, perhaps he might have guessed the direction of your thoughts with those heightened senses of his... But certainly not Tech, right? He's smart, yes, but you hadn't been that obvious, had you? Or were your thoughts so clearly written in your face?

Wrecker bumps his shoulder into yours, trying to integrate you into the conversation and diffuse the sudden weird atmosphere that had set around you. You shoot him a soft smile; though your mind is still being pulled in Tech's direction, who had all but ran away to hide in the bunks.

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Tech had been fighting your thoughts for one whole month now. And fighting was the apropiate word; because it had been madenning difficult to focus on anything else but the way you seem to lose your atention on the outside word when you focus on him. It had been a complete shock at first; his mind needing a few days to process this change of perspective. The realisation that your only problem with him was that you liked him a bit too much, that he made you impossibly nervous, had been hard to accept. Tech would have thought you'd go for someone like Hunter; but no, you were utterly interested in him. He didn't really understand why at first; but as weeks passed, he had listen to all kind of thoughts about him -from sincere admiration to soft tenderness to hungry lust-, and he guessed he could understand your reasons now.

Needless to say, he had been a mess. He was always so composed; but your thoughts about him had shattered his control to pieces. He spent most of his days either flustered, or lost in your own thoughts; to the point the rest of his brothers had noticed it. Hunter, who knew exactly what was going on, had encouraged him to bring the conversation to you; but even if he knew how you saw him, he was still a bit unsure. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable; and he still felt guilty of invading your privacy. What if you got furious at him? Never wanted to see him again? That would be heartbreaking.

The situation couldn't continue for much longer, though; he was distracted, and he needed to be focused on their missions -to keep all of them as safe as possible-. He had no other option than to confront you. Though perhaps... perhaps his way of going about it wasn't the most wise.

Hunter had gone to Cid's to deliver their part of the deal; while Wrecker and Omega had decided to celebrate with a few games of dejarik and Mantel Mix. Echo, though tired, had tagged along as well; if only for keeping a responsible eye on them. You had claimed to be tired as well; so you had stayed in The Marauder with him.

You were currently sitting next to Tech; watching him tinker about with an old datapad of his he was trying to fix so Omega could have her own one. He could feel the weight of your stare on his face; momentarily glancing down at his hands each handfull of minutes. The tension was palpable between the two of you; and Tech couldn't help but tune in into your thoughts once again. You were practically screaming them to him...

"Fuck, look at those fingers... So long and skilled... He really does have beautiful hands. If only I could feel them on me..."

Tech feels a small rush of excitement slowly igniting inside of him. He tries to focus on the task at hand; a futile attempt. Your thoughts keeps slipping onto his mind.

"Inside me. Fuck, wish I could feel them inside me. Clench on them while he licks my clit with his tongue and I could dig my fingers into his hair, push him against me, and he'd get me ready for his cock and... Oh, god, what would his cock feel like?"

Tech is so dizzy with the raw hunger and need laced in your words he blurts out an answer without wanting too.

"I wouldn't be opposed to trying that".

He realises, far too late, that his thought hand't stayed in the safe privacy of his mind; but exposed out loud for you to hear as well. His eyes widen in surprise.

"W-what?" you stutter, terrified of having spoken your own thoughts out loud.

Tech blushes and watches you nervously. The cat is out of the bag, now.

"I-I... Please forgive me, you were thinking very loudly and I could not help but listening in and..." he explains hurriedly, your expresion only switching from confused terror to terrified surprise.

"What do you mean? You... You can read people's mind?" You almost squeak, shocked at not having heard of any of this until now.

Tech nods, guiltily, and the realisation of your crush being aware of all you've fantasized about him makes your cheeks burn in pure embarassment.

"I'm sorry!" you inmediately apologise, wanting nothing more than to stand up and run away. "I-I..."

"It is not your fault" Tech inmediately cuts in, taking a deep, calming breath as if he is nervous himself. "There is nothing for you to apologise for. In fact, I am the one who should. Please forgive me, mesh'la. I did not intend to invade your privacy like this. I first thought you had a problem with me, and so I peaked into your mind twice to figure out why, and... And I should have stopped there, but the way you continued to stare at me made me curious and... I'm sorry, mesh'la".

You soften at the honesty of his words; and the affectionate way he calls you beautiful in Mando'a. You glance up at him cautiously; embarassment slowly melting away with his positive reaction.

"So you're not... You're not uncomfortable, then?"

Tech's cheeks are still slightly red; though he forces his eyes to stay on yours.

"No. It was a shock at first, I must admit; but your thoughts have never made me felt that way. Nervous, distracted, turned on... Yes, but not uncomfortable" he pauses and carefully adds "like I said, I wouldn't be opposed to try any of them".

You almost jump at the chance; but there's something else holding you back. You don't want this to be a one time thing. You don't want this to be merely sexual. He knows all your thoughts on this; it's just fair you get to find his.

"Did you... Did you hear all the non-sexual thoughts about you too? About us?" you ask him quietly.

Tech responds to your vulnerability with a warm smile. His hand slowly reaches down to yours; sending a shiver through your spine.

"I did. And I'd like to try those as well, cyare" he whispers, a confesion that stays just between the two of you.

Your heart soars; the explosive rush of happiness pushing a radiant smile on your face, happy tears on your eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes" you chant in your head. And then, in case he's listening... "Kiss me, Tech".

You catch a brief glimpse of his answering smile before his lips join yours in a soft, passionate kiss. You sigh into him, melting against the carefull hands that slowly come up to craddle one side of your face and your left hip. Tech hums in contentment. His own swirl of excited, tender thoughts mix with the ones that slips from your mind into his. You kiss and kiss; and the passion and affection burning in both of you is so similar he does not longer differentiate in between.

THE END.

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Pairing: 16 year old!Neteyam Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

This is part 4 of the series! Read part 1, Part 2 and part 3 before reading this.

Summary: it’s been months since you’ve arrived in the forest and joined its clan, and for the most part you enjoyed it—but your home was calling to you. The reef had a place in your heart only it could fill, and it was time you started thinking about your return home, but you had to do it without hurting the only boy you’ve ever truly loved, you had to leave Neteyam behind.

Warning(s): Mature Language, nothing really else. This chapter is a fluff :))

Freedom was all you could think about whenever you thought of pandora’s forest and its beautiful sights that laid within it. From the soft sounds of wind blowing the trees, to the crows and calls from the Ikran’s that flew above, you loved waking up to it everyday.

The past few months youd been in the forest, you spent your time learning and bettering yourself each day. The sully family grew to love you, and would often invite you over for dinner to which you’d always happily accept. It didn’t take long for Jake and Neytiri to be very fond of you, you were an amazing fighter and healer, yet you spent most of your days helping the children.

Lo’ak had grown to be like a little brother to you, one of your bestest friends from the start. You both were troublemakers at their finest together, sneaking off to do stupid things just to get yelled at later on by Jake. Your favorite thing was sparring, watching how Lo’ak always thought he could beat you when everyone knew he couldn’t. He gave you a run for your money, though.

The more you hung out with him, the more you realized how great he truly was. Lo’ak was a kind soul and you could tell nobody saw that, nobody truly saw him in the way he needed to be seen.

Kiri had been keeping you on her watch ever since you arrived. Trust in Eywa, she didn’t know the reason she felt so protective over you, but she just knew she had to keep you safe. Kiri was the second closest person to you in the forest, you’d tell her about many things from the sea, and explain how much you missed it all sometimes. She’d always listen. Kiri is the one who truly introduced you to mo’at, the one who taught you the ways of healing. You were a natural, and you were sure that’s why mo’at loved you so much.

Tuk was a beam of light even under a dark sky. She was the sun, truly. A light anyone would bask in and love, a gentle soul with the kindest heart. The way she grabbed your hand when she first met you and welcomed you to their clan with open arms, she had reminded you of your sister.

Tuk truly was your best friend in many aspects. You felt so overprotective over her at times, like she had been your own child or family. You’d comfort her after crying or she’d do the same to you, telling you she wouldn’t leave until you smiled. She was so bright and smart, a copy of Neytiri.

Then there was Neteyam.

When you first met Neteyam, you thought of him as one of those cocky chief son’s just like Ao’nung, or as someone who would stop at nothing just to humiliate you. You were right about all of it, but even though he was all those things, he was also so much different when you got to know him.

He was kind, sweet with his words. It was as if a poem slipped from his lips each time.

“Do you think this looks stupid?” You ask shyly, standing with your arms crossed across your stomach when you enter the room. Neteyam was weaving a new cover for Tuk when you called, but he of course looked up once you spoke.

You watch as his eyes scan every small detail of your clothing, and how he’d never seen you like this before. His face was unreadable almost and that scared you, afraid he would tell you it did look stupid and you made the wrong choice.

But he didn’t.

“Y/N, I— you look…” Neteyam is already stood to his feet before you can notice, and your now able to see how his hair tied back, his large hand reaching down to pull your hair over your shoulder to see it.

“Like a mess?” You laugh nervously, but his eyes are stuck on you like there was nothing more to look at—as if you were the only person he could think of. The boy shakes his head with a small chuckle, tangling your braid between his fingers.

“Beautiful” His words are barely above a whisper when he lets them fall, and his hand brushes your arm on its way back to his side, allowing the touch to linger on your skin. “I like it. I like it a lot, Peach” Between the eye contact and the feeling against your arm, you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip to conceal your smile. He knew exactly what to say, you hated it.

You hated him at first but as time went on, you learned to fall for the forest boy, and you fell pretty hard.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Sully?”

“You make it so easy. How could I not?” A bit of shyness instantly shifts in you when Neteyam’s big yellow’s dart to your own, full of challenge that you didn’t want to take him up on. Your eyes tear from his with a small push to his chest, laughing when he stumbles back to hide your nerves.

“Not funny” In this moment, you should’ve known he wasn’t joking—but you’d find that out sooner or later, right? Because to you, it wasn’t real. Neteyam didn’t feel anything for you and you didn’t feel for him, this was just stupid tension.

Right?

Neteyam’s hands were gentle against your skin when he would clean your wounds, or when he’d braid your long hair when you couldn’t. His spirit was gentle, you could feel him even when he wasn’t touching you.

There’d be a lot of times where Neteyam had to stay with you because you’d trash yourself at celebrations, downing alcohol like it was just water. You didn’t do it for fun, but the memories you were getting of home started to become far too much and you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

He’d spend hours holding your hair back when you threw up, whispering comforting words in your ear and wiping every tear you shed.

“I’m so sorry, Teyam I… I didn’t…” Your sobbing over the bucket he handed you moments ago, apologizing as soon as all the liquor in your body starts to leave. The boy shushes you with a gentle hand to your back and against your hair, soothing you with his touch the best he could.

Neteyam chuckles at your drunken words, running the soft pad of his thumb over your cheek to wipe your tears. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

You always struggled to figure him out. Neteyam was very closed off but also very open which made no sense to you but it was the exact same for him with you. The two of you spent your time together joking about flirting while you watched the stars at night, or making food when Neteyam would spend the night at your hut to watch over you after you got hurt.

And the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way

“Y/N, Y/N!” Tuk’s little voice chirps when she runs into your hut, stopping before she could hit you with how fast she had been going. You turn to her abruptly while still placing a hair clip against your braids, a laugh surfacing once you realized who followed close behind her with a scolding look. “Are you almost ready? Mama wanted me to bring you to our cave for-“

“Holy shit, she’s fast!” Lo’ak gasps when he holds his chest, causing you to burst out laughing. He looked drained almost, like Tuk had ran him around all of pandora. “It’s not funny! My mom told her to let me go-“

“Your hair looks so cute, Tuk! Are you stealing the show for eclipse?” Your lips turn into a smile when you pick her up, her giggles echoing through your cave as she sat on your hip, holding your hair so you could clip it. “Where’s Neteyam?” You ask the younger brother when he sits on the chair in your room, slouching in his seat with a huff.

“Helping my parents set up. The whole clan is excited for some odd reason” You’ll admit, the clan was merely excited for the eclipse celebration because of Neteyam. He was 16, soon to be 17 and would soon have to find a mate, he had already completed his rite of passage.

“Does he have anyone in mind for the courting?” You ask lowly, a small bit of hesitation in your voice and Lo’ak notices quickly what you had been inching towards.

“Do you?” The question makes your heart drop, and you can’t help but clear your throat to hide the cough threatening to surface. Lo’ak laughs and shakes his head when Tuk gives him a scolding look, like she wanted to punch him. “He says he hasn’t, but he seems unsure” you’re done with your hair once he finishes and you set Tuk back on the ground before grabbing your stuff. You reach down to grab onto your top for later, but your old loincloth slips off the table, falling onto the floor.

Then you saw the stone that connected to its middle—a stone your mother gave to you when you completed your right of passage. You remembered her face when she gave it to you that day, and how happy your family had been for you when you picked it up in your hands. It felt warm, and the memories of how you got it slowly start to fog your mind.

But they didn’t last long due to the whining behind you and the pull on your leg. “Come on, Y/N! It’s almost time!” You nod your head and place the loincloth back in its basket, shaking off the feeling that weighed on your shoulders. You could think about that later, tonight was Neteyam’s night and you didn’t want to ruin it.

“There you are! I was starting to think Lo’ak drove you away” Neytiri says, finally able to greet you after a good half an hour of waiting. You enter the room where she’s just now finishing Neteyam’s hair, and the boy wastes no time in looking up at you. Though, Neytiri flicked the back of his neck to which made him turn away with a hiss. “I thought I told you not to move!”

You giggled. “Gotta have your hair perfect for your day, right?” You set your bow down before moving to sit in front of him, his eyes softening once he caught glimpse of you. “I grabbed some fruit for the party. Your favorites” Neytiri watches the two of you closely while braiding his hair, a small smile threatening to pull at her lips. Neteyam thanks you with a chuckle, and continues to take in the way you looked all dolled up for the party.

Your hair was braided into your traditional Fulani style, one you would see mostly in the metkayina, gold charms all throughout its strands. Your outfit was covered but the mesh allowed him to see through, and you couldn’t help but go flush at the thought of his eyes against your skin.

“Neytiri, I need you to help out here!” Jake calls with frustration which ultimately frustrates her, glaring at you and Neteyam as you laugh.

“I can finish his hair. You go help the big baby outside” Neytiri gives you a small smile before rolling her eyes at her mates continuous calls, standing to leave the cave and the two of you alone.

You move to sit behind the village Prince, allowing him to lean comfortably between your legs. His hair was already half way done, a part of his song cord hanging from one of his braids. “Does it look alright? My mother, she likes to be traditional and all but-“

“I like it, and I think you should stop questioning your mothers abilities” Neteyam chuckles along with you. You could tell he was on edge slightly when you walked in, but now that his mother was gone, he became somewhat relieved. “Are you excited?” You ask the boy, replenishing the braid his mother had let go of just seconds ago. He sighs with a shrug, and you watch as he tugs at the strings of his loincloth, slouching under you. “Wanna talk about it?” It was clear he wanted to talk to you but with everyone around he wouldn’t and you knew that. You knew how he was when it came to speaking his mind around his family.

“I just wish this was a normal eclipse” His words are soft under his breath when he responds, and you sigh, releasing his braid that you had just finished. You glance around you to realize Lo’ak was gone and they had all been outside helping, to which leads you to allow your voice to grow somewhat loud.

“I know” Your hands move to his shoulders, rubbing them gently. You felt his muscles tense when you touched him, but his eyes were shut in an attempt to make it better. He enjoyed your touch against his skin—your massages you would give him whenever he was stressed, but he couldn’t help thinking about what was to come tonight.

The courtship agreement his father had set in place.

His heart tore in two when you asked what was wrong. You had no idea. You had no idea his father had arranged him to mate with another, and he hated himself for keeping it from you for so long. Truth is, Neteyam had been avoiding you the best he could the past week. He couldn’t look at you when he was lying to you—when he was breaking down over the simple fact you weren’t the one his father courted him to.

Because he loved you.

And your truth, had felt almost worse than his own.

The truth that you missed your home, that you missed your family and the village. The scorching truth that you wanted to go home tonight after eclipse.

You wanted to spend every second you could with him until you left. You didn’t want him to remember you as the girl who left, you needed him to realize how much you cared for him—how much you wanted this for him.

“Y/N, I-“

“I don’t expect you to explain anything to me, Tey. I’m here when you need me” Great mother you made it so hard. You were so understanding, so gentle with your words and hands against his skin. Those were all things he wasn’t, and he loved that about you. Sometimes he wishes you’d just abandon him so he’d have a reason to hate you, but he knew he couldn’t. Neteyam’s stomach turns when you glide your hands down to massage his arms, the exact area that always hurt him the most. “You’re so tense. Lighten up a bit, it’s just me”

Yeah, just you.

“Have you ever thought about what it’ll be like when we’re older?” Your forehead creases at his words but you continue to rub circles against his skin, questioning what he could’ve meant. “Like when we have mates and… and we’re not close anymore?” You frown.

“What’s up with you? Are you sure you don’t want to talk? You just… you seem like a lot is on your mind” And there was. You were on his mind, and the fact he didn’t know how to tell you.

“We have some time before the party… maybe we could go flying?” He turns his head with the question and you look at him as if he had two heads. Was he crazy? His parents would murder you both.

“But your parents-“

“Come on, when have you ever turned down sneaking away?” You sigh as he stands to his feet, swinging his now finished braids to get a new feel for them. You didn’t know, his parents were so close and knowing them, neteyam was most likely supposed to greet people tonight—but he didn’t care.

He places his hand out for you to take. “Just one ride? I won’t even go outside the border” Your eyes revert to the opening of the cave, ears perked at the sound of Jake’s voice outside of it, wondering how bad it really would’ve been if you had left for only an hour. You give the boy a defeated look before taking his hand, allowing him to pull you up with him.

“Neteyam, slow down!” You laugh, holding onto his Ikran harder when he banked sideways. His grasp against your body is firm and protective, but his laughs only make your heart feel at ease, even when you’re scared.

“We’re almost there” He reassures, making your forehead crease. Where was he taking you? You were sure this was only a flying trip.

Soon enough, he lands his Ikran on a large branch, slipping off before you did so he could guide you down. It wasn’t until you looked behind him, when you realize where you were.

“Our old hut!” You exclaim excitedly, leaping past the boy to enter. Neteyam chuckles at your demeanor as you look around with huge eyes, admiring how it still glowed even after all this time. When you first got here, neteyam and you had made this abandoned hut your own place to relax. No one knew it was there except for you two, and that’s exactly why you loved it so much. “Look, it still has the loom we made”

Neteyam watches you with his eyes soft and a small smile, leaning against the wall to admire you. You loved this house for its memories, but everytime Neteyam saw it, he couldn’t think of anything but the future.

He wanted to walk in here every morning and night, listening for your calls to him when you needed him. He wanted to hear the small pats of your children’s feet on its wood floor, and smell the food you’d make for him when he worked late. Sure, you were both still so young but he didn’t care. You were what he wanted, you were who he wanted to wake up next to now and forever more.

You notice his eyes on you and turn fully around to him, a smile plastered on your face when you walk to where he was. “Are you ready to talk to me now?” His face fell at your words which also made yours, taking in how you had ruined the mood he was in before. He moves to sit on the edge of the huts doors so his legs could hang, his braids slightly blowing from the wind in the trees.

You sit next to him, silent as a mouse as you waited for him to speak. You were afraid to push too hard—to annoy him? You didn’t know. He never acted this way around you.

“My father…” You look over at the boy when he begins, giving him your full attention as he speaks. He hesitates to finish his sentence and it doesn’t take you long to realize he’s playing with his fingers, scratching them until they left marks. “He uh… it’s—“

“Neteyam” You softly call his name, placing your small hand over his to stop the fidgeting. You could hear his voice barely crack at its peak here and there, he was trying so hard to hide it. “Take your time. I’m right here, remember?”

Neteyam pales when he looks away from you, staring down at his swinging feet under him. How was he meant to say this? How was he supposed to break that type of news to you…

“My father has assigned me an early courting” He finally spits out, squeezing his eyes shut for only a second before opening again. You on the other hand, you were at a loss for words. Assigning him a courting? That doesn’t even sound like Jake. “He promised me, Y/N. He promised he’d-“

“Hey, hey” It doesn’t take you long to realize the way his chin shook when he spoke and how his voice grew clogged, almost as if he couldn’t get anything out. You grab hold of the sides of his face firmly, turning it toward you. “It’s okay-“

“It’s not okay, Y/N. So much will change and I… I can’t lose you” Your heart breaks for him when he says those words, and all you could do was comfort him. Neteyam was a strong warrior but you knew him more than that. He never got to show his emotions, which is exactly why he was hiding from you now.

How was he supposed to hide them now? How was he supposed to hold back when your small hands are holding his face as if you loved him, sending waves of butterflies coursing through his stomach.

“Neteyam…” Your thumb brushed his cheek gently, your touch comforting him in only a few seconds. “It will be alright” You place your free hand against his chest, right above his heart to feel it beat. His heartbeat was strong and fast, his ears bent downwards when he closed his eyes and leaned against your touch.

It didn’t seem like a big deal outside of this conversation, and definitely not something to shed a tear over, but Neteyam truly didn’t want anything without you. Even if it meant giving up the Olo’Eyktan title, it didn’t matter.

It made him feel sick, thinking about courting some random woman other than the one he’s grown to love. It felt as though he wasn’t able to love anyone else—wasn’t allowed to smell another’s pheromones. Your sweet vanilla and coconut scent reminded him of the beach which he’d never been, and it made him wonder if he’d ever be able to see your home, maybe even go back with you.

He couldn’t return to the forest knowing what’s to come, he couldn’t bare to look at another woman in hopes of finding a mate. He needed to breathe your air, feel your emotions… he needed to be promised to you.

What a plot twist you were, Tanhì

“Tanhì” Neteyam mutters, laying his hands gently against your waist as he pulls away from your warmth. His words were soft and quiet under his breath, and the eyes he gave you once he pulled away make your heart skip a beat. He was far too handsome for his own good, but something about this tension meant much more than just tension. “I-“

“Ma’itan” The voice behind the two of you was far too familiar to ignore, it was stern with its words, almost sounding of frustration and anger. It was his father, Stood with his head held high in demand. Jake loved you, but right now you were a distraction from his sons celebration.

“Sir-“

“You know better than to leave when you are on duty” His fathers words clearly strike him as he releases your hips before standing to his feet, pulling you by your hands up with him. Jake’s eyes revert to your own, “Y/N, go help Mo’at and the others set up. Neteyam has work to do”

Neteyam’s hold on your hand made you hesitate on leaving, wanting to hear more of what he was going to say to you. Tanhì? Sure he called you that sometimes, but in that moment it almost felt like… maybe he wanted to kiss you?

You give Neteyam a small smile before nodding to his father, walking past him to leave the old hut. While it didn’t feel right leaving him there, what were you meant to do? Jake was your Olo’Eyktan, and his son was to be courted tonight.

You had to let him go.

Long time no see :)) found this is my notes and just had to post it! This was going to be a very long part 4 but instead I’ve extended the series to 7 parts! The celebration and her leaving will be in the next part ;)

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Your JoL posts have been amazing. I've loved posting my thoughts on them at times.

What do you think are Qing di's intentions about Fan Xian? Does he intend to let him succeed him as the emperor?

Thank you!!! I am so obsessed with this drama - to find something that is super smart AND emotionally engrossing at the same time is super rare but this really hits the spot for me.

Re: the emperor. You know, it wouldn’t surprise me if the emperor despite his brains is like many otherwise brilliant absolute rulers and doesn’t truly believe there will be an end to his rule and that he’s bound by mortality (think of England’s Elizabeth I, an amazing ruler who refused to even contemplate appointing heirs properly because it would mean her reign would end sometimes. Or Louis XIV of France who fought half of Europe and built Versailles and ruled for over 70 years and supposedly said “apres moi le deluge.” Or even the founder of the Qin Dynasty who was the first to unite China and yet was so obsessed with immortality his hastened his death taking mercury elixirs.)

I honestly wonder if some of his obsession with finding the Divine Temple isn’t just to get whatever weapons and secrets it may have or even see if he can take down something he can’t control but to see if there is a way to prolong life. If my theory that he’s a grandmaster is correct and Grandmaster Ye said other grandmasters don’t view themselves as human any more then why not escape the human limitation of death too?

But even if that’s not the case, I do not think he’s grooming Fan Xian to take over. First logistics - he’d have to appoint him on his deathbed because there ain’t no way he’s making him a Crown Prince and it’s not because he’s not in the royal family formally (face it, if the emperor wanted to manipulate things so Fan Xian never formally becomes a Fan and is somehow taken into the imperial family, he’d figure it out) or because to remove an appointed crown prince and son of the empress at that is a big deal (because ditto.)

It’s because the Emperor will never allow his Crown Prince to be someone TOO talented, it’s too much of a threat. Crown Prince is bloody minded enough to be an emperor but he’s only the third smartest out of his five sons (and frankly, third Prince is so young the jury is out on how smart the kid is so maybe he’d be smarter too.) Emperor wants someone he can control without expending titanic effort on the matter. Not someone with too many of his own ideas and a way of getting them rammed through.

The emperor is fond of Fan Xian insofar as it’s possible for him to be fond of anyone (which ain’t much - you get the sense he had more of that capacity when young though even there nothing mattered as much as power; if he’s 100% not related to FX’s mom’s death in any capacity I will be shocked) but as his comment in that pitchpot scene after CPP left indicates, to him strong feelings are a nuisance and stupidity and burden. So he’s fond when it costs him nothing important and is even beneficial but the moment Fan Xian steps out of line enough to be an issue or, even worse, the moment he decides he can’t control Fan Xian, he would not hesitate to murder him, fondness or not (in a way, FX loving so many people so much is Fan Xian’s safety - look how many levers the Fans and Wan’er let alone his followers like WQN give the emperor.) Actually, Fan Xian doesn’t even have to do anything super wrong; if the emperor thought it would give him a big enough advantage, he’d probably murder all his kids on the walls of the palace on the “I can make more” principle a la the father of William Marshal.

Ok I blabbed a whole novel but short version: I’d be surprised if he’s grooming Fan Xian to be the next emperor which is just as well since FX would be miserable as one and I hope at the end he gets his wish to live a joyful life traveling the world with Wan’er and enjoying the peace with his family.

Ultimately, I think the emperor wants to use him like he uses everyone and everything to achieve his goals and make his reign stronger and his kingdom stronger and balance the other princes in a stalemate (if his children fight with each other they are too busy to fight him) and just use him use him use him to the utmost just how he does with everyone else.