#i just wanted to say that this is mostly me through tails 😭

[makoodles]

tìtunu | tsu'tey (part 4 | nsfw)

pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

word count: 10k words

warnings: nsfw, jealousy, hurt/comfort, size difference, p in v sex, doggy-style, rough (?) sex

notes: i really though that i was finished with this, but y'all got me with the asks about jealous and protective tsu'tey 😭 (also this gif makes me fucking FERALLLL)

read it on ao3

part one | part two | part three (nsfw) | part 4 (nsfw) masterlist

Tsu’tey doesn’t think he’s ever been so smug in his whole life.

He survived the battle with the Sky People, he has healed from his wounds and come back even stronger, and he has been successful in his mating advances with his chosen mate. 

The fact that his chosen mate was one of the little sky demons that he hates so much, was a surprise to the whole village (he had surprised himself too, truthfully) but everything is different with you. You are not destructive, you are not harmful – you study the flora and fauna of his planet with the reverence of a wide-eyed child, and he finds it terribly endearing. You are so small, and his planet can be such a harsh place for one as soft as a human. It’s a constant source of frustration and concern, despite his best efforts to handle and minimise possible risks.

“You are certain?” He demands of the Sky Person in front of him.

The man is one of the so-called scientists that live in the pathetic excuse for housing that the alien demons had built in the forest after the rest of the Sky People had been forced off the planet. There’s not many of them; the ones who stayed were approved by the few loyal demons, and they are largely respectful of the native populations as they try to integrate as much as they are allowed. That does not mean that Tsu’tey trusts them, and it certainly doesn’t mean that he likes them.

“Yes,” The little man in front of him says, visibly nervous. He swallows thickly, his heavy breaths fogging up his odd little mask. “Yes, we tested all the fruit you brought, and they all came up safe for human consumption. A human digestive system wouldn’t be able to break down something like meat from Pandoran animals, but the fruits you brought should be fine. Chemically, it’s quite similar to fruits we have back on Earth-”

Tsu’tey just grunts. He does not care about Earth's fruits. All he wants to know is whether he can feed you some of the fruits that he has foraged, and now that he has gotten his answer he is not inclined to stand around and listen to the little man bumble along any longer.

 Without another word he turns and strides away, reaching his pa’li and pulling himself astride her with ease before urging her forward into the forest. At a swift pace, he reaches the village in no time and from there he moves quickly to find you.

Unsurprisingly, he finds you beneath one of the pxiut trees. You have your notebook open in front of you as you lay on your belly making your silly little notes, totally absorbed in your work. As he approaches, he takes the opportunity to look you over.

You appear content, head bowed over your work as you write. The bright sunshine filters in through the trees overhead, sending dappled patterns over your exposed skin. Seeing your strange human form dressed in the traditional clothes of the Na’vi always sets Tsu’tey alight, and his tail swishes appreciatively as he admires you.

“Hello, demon,” He murmurs when he reaches you, lowering himself to his knees out of pure habit. It has become second-nature to lower himself to your level when he’s around you – he enjoys the closeness of it.

You hum. Though you don’t lift your eyes from your work, a smile is beginning to curve your lips. “Is that any way to greet your mate?”

Tsu’tey’s lips quirk in response, and he leans in so his nose is nuzzling into your hair. You lean into him in a move that’s mostly automatic, and he feels a flare of smug pleasure at the ease with which you melt against his side.

“My little demon,” He corrects himself with a sardonic little grin, enjoying the way you roll your eyes fondly. “I have brought you food. Will you eat?”

Your eyes dart to his immediately, visibly uncertain. He already knows what you’re thinking, and he tries not to wince. 

“It is safe,” He says quickly. “I asked one of the tawtute. They did tests.”

Your expression changes then, your grin growing sharper. “Aw, look at you taking care of me, huh?”

He can tell by your tone of voice that you’re teasing him, but that doesn’t stop the swell of pride in his chest. Yes, he is taking care of you. It’s always gratifying when his efforts are noticed, and he tries not to look too smug as he reaches out to touch you. 

You are laying on your belly with your notebook in front of you, so his hand comes to rest on the back of one of your thighs. You are so small beneath him, so soft and squishy compared to the lean hardness of most Na’vi bodies. He can’t resist squeezing just slightly, just to watch the squidge of your thighs poke out between his spread fingers.

You roll your eyes at him – you know exactly what he’s doing, after all. He has not been very successful at keeping his fascination with your little pliable body a secret, and why should he? You are his mate, and you belong to him as surely as he belongs to you. Getting to touch you like this is a privilege belonging only to him, and he wishes to get as much out of it as he can.

“I always take care of you.” He says, and your smile softens.

“Yeah, big guy, you do.” You say, and the fondness in your voice is so obvious that it makes Tsu’tey’s hardened heart tremble a little in his chest.

His hand slides up your plush thighs and comes to a rest over the swell of your backside, relishing the heat of your skin even through the tewng covering you. You’re even softer here, nothing but squidge, and he allows himself a moment to indulge in squeezing you here too as you laugh.

“Alright, pervert,” You snicker, closing your notebook and pushing yourself up. “You can’t just start feeling me up – we’re in public.”

Tsu’tey’s hand falls away as you move to stand, and he has to fight the urge to pout hard. “The People know that we are mated in the eyes of Eywa.”

“That doesn’t mean that it’s okay to traumatise them all like this.” You snort. “I don’t think anyone wants to see you groping me in broad daylight.”

Many of the People have a sort of morbid curiosity about how mating with a tawtute works, so Tsu’tey isn’t entirely certain that you’re correct in that assumption. There are many who would be only too pleased to watch. But he doesn’t argue; you are beginning to push yourself to your feet, so he stands too. 

“What is pervert?” He asks, looking down at you as you stretch your arms overhead and yawn. 

Truthfully he gets distracted for a moment, admiring your soft belly and exposed skin in Na’vi clothes – if he could burn all your human coverings without you getting angry at him, he certainly would. He wants to see you dressed in the clothes of his People all the time.

You laugh as if he had said something very funny. “A pervert is what you are.”

“Is it a bad thing?” He wonders, reaching out so that his hand rests on the back of your neck across your shoulders. 

Your eyes flutter closed as he kneads lightly at the base of your neck. “No,” You murmur softly. “Not when it’s you.”

He relaxes, nodding decisively before reaching for your small hand. “Come. You will eat and watch me train.”

It’s become almost like a routine for him to drag you with him to practice fighting or sparring. While you don’t come with him every day, he has managed to bring you often enough that the sight of you trailing behind him towards the training ground is a familiar one for the young warriors in training. 

As he leads you towards the training grounds, he sees the few young warriors gathered around the archery practice range turn to watch his approach. Their eyes flicker towards you – though they never say anything about it, he knows that their curiosity is burning at the sight of you at Tsu’tey’s hip. The apprehension and caution about the Sky People is still very much embedded in their hearts and minds, and yet you are probably the least intimidating thing they’ve ever seen in their lives.

Tsu’tey imagines that his own interest and desire for you only fuels their curiosity further. He had gained somewhat of a reputation for himself before he had met you; he is the strongest warrior in the clan, he had been trained from a very young age for leadership, and he is a prominent and well-respected figure within the village. He was much desired as a mate by many women in the clan.

 So when he chose you, the small and soft demon that is entirely unsuited to their planet, it was a source of surprise to many. Yet he is lucky – his people are supportive, even when they do not understand his choice of mate. Even if some of the women remain slightly disgruntled with him.

“You will sit over here,” He pushes you gently towards a clearing, out of the way of the other Na’vi that tower over you, to a spot where you will be safe. “You can see well, from here.”

It’s important that you have a good view, after all. He likes it when you watch him – it’s satisfying to give you a display of his physical strength and his skills, to remind you that he is a strong mate for you.

You just sit down where he’s directed you, and smile eagerly at him. He knows that you enjoy watching him too, and his tail swishes in anticipation. If you are pleased with what you see, it can only mean good things in store for him later.

“What are you up to today, then?” You ask, lounging back in the soft mossy ground against the stump of a tree.

“Spear training, and then hand to hand combat.” He says, reaching into the small bag around his waist. He pulls out the soft wrapped leaf package that he had prepared earlier and hands it to you. “Fruit. Eat.”

You take the wrapped fruit from him and peer at it with curiosity, poking at it with your small fingers. You seem pleased, and take a breath before lifting your mask so you can pop the fruit in your mouth before replacing it.

“It’s good,” You say, smiling, before tilting your head up at him with a faux-innocent expression. “So, do I get to see you all oiled up and wrestling some other super muscly man?”

That makes him chuckle, and he reaches out to stroke a single finger over the top of your head. “Would you like to see that?”

“Oh yeah,” You hum, and your grin behind your mask is unmistakably suggestive. “Definitely.”

His own grin grows sharp, and he bends on one knee so that he can be at eye-level with you. “I can oil myself up and show you wrestling later, after eclipse.”

That makes you laugh, tilting your head back with delight. “Oh, that’s so corny.”

He has no idea what that means, corny, but you look happy so it must be a good thing. He leans down and kisses the top of your head before straightening up. From behind, he can hear some of the younger warriors in training begin to call his name.

He gives you one last lingering look before turning and making his way towards the others.

Training takes the better half of the afternoon. 

He demonstrates spear throwing techniques, he corrects postures and methods, he shouts criticisms and praises by turn. Every so often he glances towards you, mostly out of habit – you have pulled out your little book at some point, and are making notes again. Every single time, without fail, you look up as though you feel his eyes on you. And every time, you beam at him and his heart stumbles a little in his chest. Burying his reactions as best he can in front of his fellow warriors, the most Tsu’tey allows himself is the flick of a single ear.

When they finally do get to hand to hand training, he sees you visibly perk up and his ego inflates significantly. It is so very gratifying to be able to train and show off in front of you, especially when he successfully overcomes his opponents. 

He can feel your watchful eyes on him all the time, pushing him harder and harder as he wrestles with warrior after warrior. The young ones in training watch on too, eager to learn, but the only gaze he truly cares about is yours.

Eventually, he takes a break from tumbling around the square that had been cleared off specifically for training and steps to the side so that he can observe some of the young ones in training practice their form. While he attempts to focus on calling out constructive criticism, he can’t stop his eyes from darting towards you occasionally.

Though your notebook is splayed out front of you, you are making no effort at all to hide the fact that you’re watching him. His chest is heaving and a thin layer of sweat coats his body, and he can feel the weight of your stare dropping slowly over the length of him. It makes him feel hot and itchy, and he has to fight to keep himself from marching right over to you and doing something very stupid indeed.

He is so distracted by your stare that he almost doesn’t notice when one of the other warriors sidles up to him. It is Takuk, and he is watching him with an amused sort of expression.

“Brother,” He greets him, offering the customary gesture of respect. “You are distracted today.”

His statement is nothing but the truth, but Tsu’tey bristles anyway. Takuk had been a hunter trainee not too long ago himself, but has developed into a man in the last year; he has claimed an ikran, he wears a battle band around his waist, but he has not yet taken a mate. Tsu’tey dislikes the way he is looking at you, considering you are already claimed.

“I am not distracted.” Tsu’tey lies through his teeth. His tone is sharp enough that he hopes it will dissuade Takuk from this line of conversation.

Takuk just hums, clearly unconvinced. He has grown irritatingly confident since his iknimaya. He looks over to where you’re sitting; you’ve lowered your head once more to scribble in your book, and Takuk takes the opportunity to squint at you.

“What is it like, being with one of them?” He asks, casting a slant-eyed glance back at Tsu’tey. “Is she not too… small?”

Tsu’tey’s tail lashes around his ankles, though he keeps his expression carefully contained. He is proud to be mated to you, but he does not like questions like this. He does not like to think that Takuk is imagining you like that.

“She is small,” He acknowledges, his voice clipped. “But not too small.”

It is enough to answer his question without giving him details, but Takuk grins as though what he has said is much more revealing than it truly is. When he looks back over in your direction again, Tsu’tey tenses.

Takuk notices, and sighs. “Brother, I am only asking. We are curious about your mate. You are so protective of her.”

Tsu’tey rolls his shoulders, considering. This is not untrue. The curiosity of his people is blatant, and mostly harmless; perhaps he has been too protective, but he has always been a private man.

“It works.” He says at last. It feels a little as though the words are being pulled from him by force. “She is small, and strange, but it works.”

Takuk’s ears twitch forwards in amusement, but he wisely decides not to make a smart comment.

“Even though she cannot make tsaheylu?” He wonders, low and quiet.

Ah. So that is the source of all their curiosity. Tsu’tey supposes he cannot blame them for that. It is a most unusual relationship he has with you, after all. Tsaheylu is the building block of all life on Pandora, and it is how every living creature interacts with the world around them. To have taken a mate that is unable to make this bond would be almost unthinkable to many Na’vi. Tsu’tey supposes he cannot blame them for that morbid curiosity – it would have been unthinkable for him once, too.

“Even though she cannot make tsaheylu.” Tsu’tey confirms quietly. “She sees me anyway.”

Takuk is thoughtfully silent at that, which Tsu’tey is mercifully grateful for. That was a little too vulnerable for his tastes, and he ends up clearing his throat and straightening his shoulders in an attempt to regain some of his authority. 

“Back to training.” He says firmly, reaching out to push at Takuk’s head. “No more making eyes at my mate.”

Takuk just laughs, his ears twitching with good humour. “It is not me you need to tell, brother,” He says, before tilting his head pointedly in your direction. “It is the trainees that are so curious about her.”

Tsu’tey follows his gaze. Sure enough, you are no longer alone in your spot at the side of the training grounds. Several of the hunter trainees are crouched near you, watching you with big curious eyes as you chat to one of the young Na’vi that has been bold enough to creep forward. It is At’u, one of the foremost young men in training.

Tsu’tey’s ears flatten when he sees the way At’u’s tail is coiling. It is the universal signal of interest among their kind, and the audacity of the younglings infuriate him.

Without waiting another moment, Tsu’tey strides your way. He can hear Takuk starting to laugh from behind him, but he ignores him; he is precision-focused on you and the jumped up little shits around you.

When At’u reaches out to touch the hair on your head, Tsu’tey’s vision goes black around the edges. Anger bubbles up in his chest; curiosity is one thing, but having the insolence to touch you right in front of Tsu’tey’s eyes is another thing.

When Tsu’tey reaches you, you look up at him with a smile. He doesn’t return it; he’s too busy levelling a dark glare At’u’s way, his ears flat and tail held low. The youngling’s tail coils low in response, but he does not move away from you.

Tsu’tey hisses at him, baring his sharp teeth as he rounds on the rest of the trainees. They scatter almost instantly, scrambling to flee back to the training area. At’u flees too, flinching hard before following after his friends.

“Tsu’tey!” You hiss at him, visibly horrified. “That was so rude! They were only curious-”

 He’s still glaring at the backs of the young trainees as he crouches down in front of you, but after a moment he turns to look at you. Your brows are scrunched, your eyes flared a little in outrage as you scowl at him. Oh, you look angry with him. It’s more adorable than you probably mean it to be.

“They do not know their place.” He mutters, scooching a little closer to you.

“They’re children!” You protest, rolling your eyes.

“They are training to be hunters and warriors.” Tsu’tey grumbles. As cute as you are when you’re angry, he doesn’t like being on the receiving end of it. “They know what they’re doing. They will be eligible to pick a mate after iknimaya.”

That makes you pause, and your eyes flicker carefully over his face. 

“Are you…” You begin slowly. “Are you jealous? They’re going to pick Na’vi mates. Besides, I already have a mate.”

Warm satisfaction pools in his chest, and he scooches closer to you yet again. Something deep within him eases now that you’re within arms reach.

“Did you not see the way they were twitching their ears at you?” He murmurs, brow furrowing. You hesitate, and his tail lashes in agitation. “I knew it! You do not even see how they act-”

“Oh, hush,” You sigh, reaching out to pet the side of his face. “You’re being silly. Why would I want anyone else when I have a big handsome beefcake like you, huh?”

Tsu’tey has no idea what beefcake is, but you sound pleased when you say it so he imagines it is a good thing. 

Your thumb strokes over his cheek, and then you frown and reach out to wipe under his nose. “You’re bleeding.”

He had received an elbow to the face at some point during hand to hand combat, but it feels only mildly tender now. Still though, when you begin smoothing away the blood with your thumb he leans into your hands. It feels good to be cared for. 

“Does it hurt?” You wonder, peering closer as you try to assess the damage.

“No,” Tsu’tey snorts, a little offended. How weak do you think he is? But then you start to pull away, taking your little hands away from his face, and he’s quick to add, “A little. Will you care for me later?”

That makes you laugh, and his ears wiggle smugly when you lean forward to bump your forehead against his. 

“Yes,” You whisper, grinning up at him. “I’ll take real good care of you.”

His tail thumps off the ground, his mouth beginning to curl in an eager smile. Your eyes are lingering around his sweat-slick chest and your thumb strokes over his bloodied nose, gentle over his bruised skin. He fights the urge to lean in further into your grasp, though it’s difficult.

“You watched me train?”

You huff a soft laugh. “Of course. Couldn’t tear my eyes away. You looked good, big guy.”

Tsu’tey swears he feels his whole heart thump heavily in his chest. There is a bone-deep satisfaction that settles over him at the confirmation that you see him as someone worthy, a good mate. It soothes the edges of his jagged pride and makes him feel whole.

“I am happy to have pleased you,” He murmurs sincerely, tucking his ears low as he meets your eyes. Your eyes soften, and you brush the last remnants of blood from his nose before taking your hand back. “Would you like to watch further?”

You hum in thought for a moment, before shrugging. “I think I’ll head back to the kelku. I wanted to cross-check some notes I took today with my other research.”

Tsu’tey has never been able to make much sense of your science talk, but he inclines his head in acknowledgement. “Then I will meet you back at home, ma’yawntutsyìp.”

For the rest of the afternoon, Tsu’tey’s feels as though he’s crawling out of his skin. He runs through the rest of his duties on autopilot, offering criticism and compliments by turns to the young warriors and hunters throughout the day, but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you the whole time.

It’s a struggle to stay focused. He keeps thinking of your eyes tracing over his chest and stomach, of your soft hands on his face, of your coy promise to take care of him later. It feels almost physically painful to force himself to finish out training with the others, but he pushes himself anyway.

It’s nearing evening when he finally begins to finish up, delivering his last few instructions to the young hunters as they begin to ready themselves to return to the village. He’s antsy, watching impatiently as the young ones push and laugh at each other.

When Takuk approaches him again, he has to fight not to roll his eyes – he has picked up too many of your little human mannerisms already.

“Your aim has improved.” Tsu’tey grunts, preoccupied with slinging his bow back over his shoulder.

Takuk perks up, visibly pleased with the compliment. He inclines his head in thanks, before leaning his weight casually back on one leg as he watches Tsu’tey pack up. He’s no doubt noticing that he’s moving with an unusual sense of urgency.

“Your mate is waiting for you, hm?” He asks, his mouth twitching.

Tsu’tey’s tail lashes in warning. He doesn’t like Takuk’s teasing tone, but he can’t help the anticipation that’s building in his stomach at the thought of getting back to you after your teasing throughout the day.

“Yes,” Tsu’tey grunts. “I will bring her fruit.”

Takuk nods, clearly approving, before looking to his feet. He appears to be thinking, and Tsu’tey waits as patiently as he can for him to speak again.

“I am thinking of taking a mate soon,” The young warrior says at last, still keeping his gaze low. “Do.. Do you think that Kaey’ra would have me?”

Tsu’tey pauses to give his question some thought. “Yes. I think she would. It would be a good match.”

Takuk’s shoulders loosen, and his ears rotate forward in satisfaction. It is a confidence booster for Tsu’tey too – it is nice to have his opinion so valued by one of his past students, now a peer. He is happy for his friend, and Tsu’tey claps him on the shoulder. 

“I must plan a courting display,” Takuk murmurs, his brow lowering thoughtfully. “I will-”

He cuts himself off, staring somewhere behind Tsu’tey’s shoulder. Frowning, Tsu’tey turns to follow his gaze only to be met with the sight of one of the young warriors approaching him with his tail tucked low between his legs.

“Ma’Tsu’tey,” He greets, his ears flattened anxiously against his head. “I am sorry-”

“What.” Tsu’tey interrupts, his eyes narrowing. The sight of the youngling all twisted and anxious leaves a bad feeling settling into his stomach. “What is it?”

The youngling looks as though he would rather be anywhere else other than right there. “It’s just.. Your mate is-”

Tsu’tey’s stomach plummets to his feet, and he takes a step forward. His teeth bare without conscious thought. “Where is she?”

The young hunter flinches, but to his credit he doesn’t step back. “She is with tsahìk-”

It feels as though Tsu’tey’s brain has been filled with static panic. He’s hardly aware of turning away from the warriors and racing away, his feet pounding hard against the ground as he shoulders his way past the young trainees that are still lingering around the training area.

The only reason for you to be with Mo’at is that you are injured, and the thought fills Tsu’tey with a bone-deep, nauseating fear. He was only apart from you for a few hours at most – how could you have gotten hurt in such a short space of time? He thinks of your fragile bones, your thin skin, your diminutive stature; he knows that the answer is all too easily.

He can’t help himself from conjuring up worst-case scenarios – he imagines you broken and bleeding, unconscious, crying from pain, calling for him when he’s too far away to hear you. He feels sick as he reaches the village, making a beeline for the tsahìk’s hut.

“Move,” He snarls at someone who walks across his path. He’s blind with panic, hardly even sees who he’s snarling at. They jump out of his way as he storms past, practically diving his way towards the tsahìk’s home.

Usually, Tsu’tey prides himself on his grace and agility. He has always been the best warrior in the clan, and one of the most decorated hunters – his training has left him swift and dextrous. And yet now he finds himself stumbling, acting like a fear-stricken fool as he ducks his way into the hut.

Mo’at doesn’t even glance up at his unceremonious entrance, though you do. You’re perched carefully in the corner, with the tsahìk hunched over you as she carefully wraps your forearm with plant-fibre bandages. The whole space smells like the medicinal herbs used for healing – he guesses that she’s spread healing paste over you.

Something loosens in his chest at the sight of you unbloodied and conscious, though he doesn’t relax just yet.

“Oh, shit.” You sigh when you see him, before offering him a weak little smile.

“What has happened?” He demands, ducking his way under the dried herbs hanging from the woven ceiling as he makes his way towards you.

Mo’at still doesn’t look away from her work. “Where are your manners, Tsu’tey?”

Her tone is sharp enough to chasten him, but he does not relent completely. He comes to a stop over Mo’at’s shoulder and attempts to lean over her in an attempt to see what she’s doing, his tail whipping anxiously around his feet.

When he spots your arm, he makes a wounded sort of noise. Your wrist is all swollen, and if he looks closely he can see the beginning of discolouration around the joint as it begins to bruise. He ends up dropping to his knees beside you. In his haste, he almost pushes Mo’at aside, oblivious to the sharp look she sends his way. 

“What happened, ma’muntxate?” He demands, reaching out to take your wrist in his hand so he can get a better look.

Mo’at knocks his hand away with a resounding slap before hissing a sharp warning at him. “Do not touch while I am bandaging!”

“Is it broken?” He asks, whirling to face the tsahìk. His tail curls around your thigh, squeezing tight as he seeks reassurance in the form of your soft, warm flesh.

“It’s fine-” You start to say, but Tsu’tey isn’t listening to your attempts at placating him.

“It is a sprain.” Mo’at says. Her tone implies that she is sick of dealing with him already, but he pays her no mind.

“How did this happen?” He asks yet again, shuffling forward on his knees so that the bulk of his body is curling around you. There is no danger here in Mo’at’s tent, but it makes him feel better when he hunches protectively around you.

“It’s no big deal,” You say quickly, clearly attempting damage control. “I just- I fell, and I landed a little awkwardly-”

“Fell where?”

That makes you pause, and Tsu’tey’s expression flattens as he waits for your answer.

“Um.. The ladder,” You murmur, glancing down at your lap. “The ladder that leads to the kelku. I slipped climbing up it, and fell. But it wasn’t from very high.”

He hadn’t thought it possible, but he feels his stomach sink even further at that. Fuck, it was his fault. The vine ladder he had woven for you was only meant to be a temporary measure to help you climb up into your shared kelku in the high trees until he could get around to building a more permanent solution. He had considered the possibility of you falling, but never seriously – not even children would fall so easily.

He must look stricken somehow, because your own face begins to contort in response. 

“It was my fault,” You say hurriedly. “I wasn’t paying proper attention, and I slipped. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

He lets out a soft, low sound, before shaking his head. His jaw is clenched tight. What a stupid mistake for him to make. His tiny soft mate, so frail and weak. He should have known that the ladder was too risky for you to be climbing up and down. Only a sprain; he is so lucky that it was only a sprain. What would he have done if it was something worse? 

Mo’at clicks her tongue, then sits back and surveys her handiwork. It’s as neat and meticulous as ever, the bandages wrapped tight around your injured wrist. 

“There,” Mo’at says simply. “Rest it. It will be just fine in a few days.”

Tsu’tey hardly hears her at all. He’s too busy staring at the bandages, pale green against your bruised skin. This should never have happened. He’s meant to protect you, to keep you safe. That’s what he had promised you. What kind of mate is he, if he can’t even provide a safe way for you to enter the home he had offered you?

He’s pulled out of his cycle of self-flagellation by Mo’at swatting ungently at his head.

“Take your mate and leave,” She says, shooting him an unimpressed look. “No sulking. Just watch after her.”

“Yes, tsahìk.” He says quietly, inclining his head towards her out of respect.

When he turns back to you, you’re already watching him with big, guilty eyes. That only makes him feel worse – why should you feel guilty, when it is him that has failed you?

“Come, ma’yawne,” He murmurs, reaching out to hold you. “I will take you home.”

You open your mouth, no doubt to be stubborn and protest that you can walk yourself, or some other such nonsense, but he doesn’t wait to give you the chance. He just tucks his arms under your back and legs and hauls you up into his arms, holding you close to his chest as he stands.

With one last murmured thanks to Mo’at, he carries you right out of the hut and back into the evening light.

Tsu’tey is willing to admit that over the next few days, he is a little more… vigilant than usual.

“Tsu’tey, seriously,” You complain. “It’s a sprained wrist, it’s nothing!”

He doesn’t justify that with a response. Your injury is not nothing. It is a representation of his failure as a mate, and it hurts his pride to look at the bandages for too long. All he can do is commit himself to ensuring that something like this never happens again.

He brings you food and water in bed, he offers you gifts of books and the silly little glowing pads he manages to bully out of the tawtute in the human science encampment, and he makes sure the kelku is more cushioned and comfortable than ever before. His aim is to make sure that you have everything you need right there in your home, so that you won’t have to leave again – at least, not until he has finished safe-guarding the sloping rope bridge he is attempting to build for you.

Even now, your legs dangle from the edge of the kelku’s entrance as you watch him work on the wide branch below. You’re secure where you are, your hands holding tight to the edge of the tree branch that your legs hang from, but Tsu’tey keeps stealing looks up at you every couple of moments to ensure that you’re still there.

Around the twentieth time he glances up at you, you roll your eyes and meet his gaze with a challenging stare. 

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” You ask, swinging your legs in the air. “It’s a nice day, and I haven’t been out in ages.”

Tsu’tey grunts, but doesn’t answer properly. His tail curls as he weaves another section of his makeshift rope bridge; it will be narrow and a little precarious, but he is certain it will be a better solution than the ladder you had fallen from.

From above, you click your tongue in dissatisfaction. “I know what you’re doing.”

He slants a glance up at you, lips pursed. Once again, he says nothing. Knowing you, you’re not finished speaking yet anyway.

Sure enough, his silence only seems to irritate you.

“I’m not staying up here forever, you know.” You say insistently, and Tsu’tey tenses when you lean forward to get a better look at him as he works on the branch below you. “I know you’re angry at me for getting hurt, but it’s only a sprained wrist and it’s not like-”

“I am not angry.” Tsu’tey interrupts, though he can’t manage to meet your eyes. His ears are pinned to the sides of his head; is that really what you think? 

You let out a clearly frustrated noise. “You’ve hardly spoken to me for days. All you do is work on this stupid bridge-”

He finally looks up at that, lip curling in annoyance as he squints up to you. The rope bridge is admittedly rudimentary, but it’s for you. It’s true that he hasn’t been as demonstrative with his affections as usual for the past couple of days, but you’ve been injured. He couldn’t even think of touching you when you’re hurt – the remnants of bruising around your wrist makes him feel that sense of failure every time he catches sight of them.

When he fails to verbally respond yet again, you scowl at him. “Are you just not going to talk to me?”

At that, he sighs. “What do you want me to say?”

You set your jaw and glare for a second, before promptly shoving yourself to your feet. Tsu’tey tenses once more as you stand, so nerve-wrackingly close to the edge of the kelku, before you turn on your heel and march back inside.

Once you’re gone, Tsu’tey allows his shoulders to drop. Damn. He probably could have handled that better – communication has never been his strong suit. He’s never really felt the compulsion to explain himself or his thinking to anyone before, and now he finds himself at a loss for how to approach his feelings with you.

You think that he’s angry with you, which is absolutely untrue. Are you angry with him? Fuck. 

Sighing, he finishes one last knot in the rope he was working on before dropping it. He needs to sort this out. 

It only takes one jump for him to catch the edge of the kelku with his hands, and then he hauls himself up with ease. Part of the reason that he had been so startled when he realised you had been injured climbing the tree was because it was something that should have been so easy, something that just came naturally to the Omaticaya. It hadn’t occurred to him that it might have been possible for you to fall so easily.

When he steps inside the kelku, he spots your little form curled up on the woven rug atop the cushy leaves he had padded the wooden floor with. You’re holding one of the glowing pad things that the tawtute are always tapping away on, although you don’t appear to be reading anything off it – it seems more like you’re simply staring fixedly at it in an effort to avoid meeting his stare.

He moves slowly towards you, tail held low in as non-threatening a manner as he can manage. You don’t look up, though he can see the way your eyes slide subtly toward him. When he kneels down by your side, you’re forced to raise your gaze towards him.

“I do not mean to upset you, Säsrätx,” He murmurs, his voice low as he bends his head towards you. He does not want you to be angry with him – the thought curdles in his stomach.

You take a slow inhale through your nose, the breath fogging lightly against the clear material of your breathing mask before dissipating. 

“I’m not made of glass, big guy,” You mumble, glancing back down at your hands. “You can’t treat me like a kid just because I got a minor injury.”

Tsu’tey makes a soft grumbling noise in the back of his throat, but doesn’t argue. You’ve never been annoyed at him like this, and he’s surprised by how much he doesn’t like it. He’s never been one to put too much stock in the opinion of others, but this is different. You are his mate, and he doesn’t want to make anything worse.

He adjusts his stance so that he’s crouched at your side, his much bigger body curling over yours as he looms over you. You’re just so small, it makes his palms itch. He hasn’t touched you properly in days, so afraid that he’ll make your injuries worse, but now he’s finding it difficult to keep his hands to himself.

You must be thinking the same thing, because your gaze drifts from his face down over his shoulders and chest, lingering around his woven necklaces and his battle waistband. Tsu’tey preens a little under your eyes, his chest puffing out a little.

“You should not have been hurt like this,” He murmurs, reaching out for your hand. “The kelku should have been safe for you. This was my fault.”

You just sigh, and shake your head. “Don’t be stupid. It was an accident. These things happen.”

Tsu’tey grunts unhappily. He’s too busy peering carefully at your wrist; your wrist and hand look so fragile in his much larger palm, and his lips press together tight as he strokes a careful thumb over the lingering discolouration on your skin. The bruises are almost gone, but he can still see the faint traces remaining.

“I have waited a long time to take a mate and have a family of my own,” He murmurs without looking up at your face. He tilts his head, a wry sort of smirk beginning to grow on his face. “I did not expect it would be with a tawtute, but I would not change things. I have lost too much over the years – I could not take it if something happened to you.”

Your expression wobbles, and then you toss your little piece of technology aside and push yourself up to your knees.

“Tsu’tey,” You whisper, eyes turning soft. “It was only a sprained wrist.”

His tail lashes, but he ducks his head down towards you so that you can cup his face in your little palms. Some of the restlessness in his chest begins to settle now that he has your hands holding his cheeks.

“I do not want you to think less of me as a mate.” He says quietly, reaching up to lay his palm flat over one of your hands on his cheek. “I should have ensured you had a safe way of entering our kelku-”

“Less of you?” You interrupt, choking out a laugh. “Are you kidding? I thought that you would think I was a total skxawng for falling like that. I had literally been promising you earlier that day that I would look after you, and then I ended up hurt like an idiot.”

Tsu’tey just makes a soft, rumbly noise in his chest in an effort to soothe you. To his relief it seems to work, and you relax into his chest. 

“You can take care of me when you are better.” He says, his lips pulling up into a little smirk. It is something he looks forward to.

You hum, tilting your head back so you can look him in the eye with a coy grin. “I’m better now, big guy.”

Tsu’tey starts to snort, to pull back with an eyeroll, but to his surprise you continue grasping at his hand. When he blinks at you, he finds you staring up at him with a determined sort of look about you.

“I mean it,” You whisper, eyes all liquid and pleading. “My arm is fine, Mo’at said so. You haven’t touched me in days.”

Tsu’tey pauses at that. He looks at you properly; behind your breathing mask, your eyelashes are longer and darker than usual, and your lips are glossier. He recognises the traces of what you call makeup, and his ears twitch backwards in surprise. He knows that you wear this when you’re trying to catch his attention, and a little jolt of realisation rockets through him as he looks at you.

“Oh,” He breathes, reaching out to capture your jaw in one hand. “I see. My little mate feels neglected, is that it?”

Your cheeks grow hot in his hand, your eyes flickering away in an attempt to avoid eye contact. Despite your plea for him to touch you, now you appear flustered. 

“Yes.” You whine, tilting your head into his hand. Despite your embarrassment, you manage to appear semi-confident when you finally raise your chin to look at him. “I want you to touch me.”

The edge of your breathing mask digs into his palm, and he starts to grin as he winds his long fingers into your hair. Oh, that soothes his wounded pride. Despite his mistake with the ladder, you still want him. 

He ducks his head and presses a kiss to your neck, humming in satisfaction when you tilt your head back immediately to allow him access to your throat. Tsu’tey lets out a soft breath, and reaches for your waist so he can pull you into his lap. You go eagerly, clambering onto his thighs with a grin. You’re just so pliable, so trusting and needy. As soon as you’re settled in his lap, you start to grind yourself down against the growing stiffness beneath his tewng.

He lets out a quiet, surprised little huff. You really do want him to touch you, and your eagerness rushes straight to his head. He really has been neglecting you if you’re reacting like this just from a simple little neck kiss.

“I will make you feel good, ma’yawntutsyìp.” He promises – he is determined to make up for the last few days of distance between you, and he wants so desperately to taste you.

But when he begins to kiss his way down your chest, your belly, towards your thighs, your fingers weave into the roots of his hair and you tug lightly to stop him.

“As nice as your mouth would be,” You breathe, your mouth curving into a grin. “I said I’d make you feel good, didn’t I?”

His ears twitch, and he tilts his head as he eyes you carefully. You look earnest, but he’s not sure if he understands. You do not want him to use his mouth on you? Why not?

When he doesn’t make any immediate moves, you appear to take initiative yourself. You reach out to take his hand in your much smaller one, and pull it down beneath the hem of the little tewng that had been specially made for you. When his fingers make contact with the wet heat of your cunt, he goes stock still.

“You…” He starts, his brow furrowing as his fingers slide along the slickness between your legs. 

He dips one finger inside, awed by how easily it slips in. It seems like you’re already all stretched out, far wetter than natural – he recognises the texture of the tawtute-made liquid you used on occasion to make the size of him easier to take. Lube, you call it. He slips another finger in, and you moan softly at the slide of it.

“You are ready.” Tsu’tey rumbles in surprise, his fingers twitching inside you.

“I’ve been ready for days,” You complain, dropping your head against his shoulder as you move your hips, attempting to get his fingers working deeper. “Waiting for you to get over your stupid worry and just fuck me.”

That just about sends him over the edge entirely. You had prepared yourself for him just to save time with stretching? The thought of you walking around the kelku for days, all sloppy and dripping down your legs as you wait for him to emerge from his brooding mood and please you sends his thoughts scattering. Fuck. How could he have been so preoccupied with his stupid rope bridge when you were sitting waiting for him to pay attention to you?

“I will fuck you,” He breathes, nuzzling at your jaw eagerly. The human term is harsh on his tongue, but he enjoys the coarseness of it.

“Don’t be gentle.” You blurt, still writhing against the bulge beneath his tewng and sending zings of pleasure shooting up his spine. “Fuck me like you mean it. I won’t break.”

Tsu’tey lets out a soft hiss. Well. What kind of a man would he be if he did not obey his little mate’s orders?

Though you have been making demands, it still seems to surprise you when he launches into movement. He grips your hips and flips you around – it’s a quick movement, and it takes you a moment to regain your bearings when you find yourself on your hands and knees on the soft leaves he’s padded the kelku’s bouncy floor with.

“Fuck, yes.” You breathe, guessing where he’s going with this immediately. You arch your back, pushing your ass back eagerly into his hands as he unties your tewng and tosses it aside.

Tsu’tey bears his teeth in a grin, lowering his face to lay a hot, biting kiss between your shoulderblades. 

“Needy girl,” He rumbles, groping at your ass as his thumbs roll around your puffy, slick pussy and pull you apart so that he can admire the sticky strands of arousal that drip from you. “You are so swollen here. My poor, neglected little mate. I will make this up to you.”

When brushes his fingers through the puffy lips of your cunt and then pushes inside, you can't quite stifle the whine that escapes you. It drives him crazy. You’re still squirming even on your hands and knees beneath him, and Tsu’tey hunches over you so he can plaster his big chest over your back. 

His erection presses thick and heavy against your ass. He grinds into you at the same time as he reaches around and rubs quick, tight circles into your clit. You practically choke, alternating between pushing back into his erection which is laid flushed and hot between your thighs, and pushing forward into his hand, which is still toying with your pussy.

“Come on then, big guy,” You say, your voice wavering slightly as he rubs at your clit. “Stop telling me how good you can fuck me and actually do it.”

That makes Tsu’tey snicker into the hot skin of your neck. Oh, how he can’t wait to fulfill the orders of his bossy little mate. 

Grinning, he reaches out and places a hand on the back of your neck before exerting gentle pressure to push you down onto the padded floor. You go willingly, until you’re face down and ass up in a position that has Tsu’tey’s mouth watering. He can smell your arousal, so sweet and dizzying as you lay exposed and waiting for him.

You crane your neck around so that you can see him as he eyes your arched back and exposed behind eagerly. You look flustered, but your eyes are still challenging as you watch him and wait for his next move.

“So impatient, ma’tawtute,” He rumbles, amused. 

He smooths a hand over your waist and down over your hip and ass. A quick, open-palmed smack is delivered to the soft, squishy flesh of your ass, and you rock forward with a choked gasp. He was careful to control the pressure he used, but even still the hint of force makes your soft cunt flutter around nothing. 

“Come on, big guy,” You gasp, laying your cheek flat against the padded floor as you push your ass back towards him eagerly. “Come on, come on-”

With you all spread out and wet and begging beneath him, his self-control crumbles. He tears off his tewng and grabs at his cock, stroking it with a growled rumble before rubbing the sensitive tip against the slick folds of your cunt. 

You’re gasping already, before he even begins to press inside, and he can’t help but feel impossibly endeared by your stubborn nature. Look at you – so determined and eager to take him.

When he does begin to push inside, you drop your head down to the padded floor and moan, clearly just short of overwhelmed. You’re so tight, Tsu’tey swears he nearly blacks out. He pushes in slowly, his front plastered to your little back as one of his arms reaches under your stomach to support you. The two of you are breathing heavily; you from the struggle of accepting his size inside you, and him from the vice-like grip of your cunt.

“Breathe and relax, my small mate,” He grunts, squeezing his eyes tight as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “You are taking me so well.”

You do as he says unthinkingly, gasping a breath and forcing yourself to relax as he presses inside of you inch by excruciating inch. You can't seem to decide if you want him to hurry up and get it over with or go slow and gentle, and you keep alternating between twitching back on his cock and flinching away from it. Tsu’tey, however, is careful to keep a very medium pace; he pushes evenly and steadily until he's seated inside of you, hunched over your back, and then pauses to let you adjust. 

As you tremble, face pressed into the floor as your pussy flutters frantically around his cock, Tsu’tey presses soft, insistent kisses all around your back and shoulders. It feels as though you’re trying to squeeze his cock right off, and he grunts a moan into the soft flesh of your bare back as you finally begin to ease up around him.

Then, finally, he begins to move.

"Fuck!" You gasp, squirming a little as he starts up at a steady pace.

When his hands come down to grip your hips and keep you in place, you grab at the leaf-padded floor, fingers scrabbling for purchase as the thrusting of his hips rocks your whole body forward. 

He's barely started fucking you at all, but Tsu’tey’s thoughts are already scattered and his body feels like it's close to overheating already. There’s something about seeing you so hungry for him that sends him wild – he’s never taken you from behind before, but the view of your ass stuck up in the air as your cunt sucks him so greedily makes his head spin.

"You feel so good," Tsu’tey murmurs into the side of your throat before biting at it, "So tight around me. Oh, fuck, that's it."

Each thrust pushes you further up the floor, until you’re forced to stop grabbing at the leaf-padding and instead to reach behind you and grab at one of his hands. He takes your hand eagerly, wrapping your odd little five-fingered hand in his own four-fingered one and pinning it to the floor as his other hand uses your hip to pull you back into him. You moan quite happily as you bury your face into the leaf-padding as he fucks you into the floor.

It doesn’t take long before you’re pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts as best you can, and he bares his teeth at the sight beneath him. You’re just adorable – you glance over your shoulder and smile dazedly as you tighten up around him. He makes a soft sound of pleasure and wraps his arm firmly around your stomach to keep you close to him.

“Come on, ma’yawne,” He rumbles, nipping lightly at the juncture of your bare shoulder as you shudder beneath him. “Talk to me.”

You manage an embarrassingly breathless little moan in response, and Tsu’tey snorts a wild sort of laugh. It feels a little as though he's coming apart at the seams. Tsu’tey is big, a fact which is apparently emphasised even further in this position, and it's overwhelming but it's so good — you feel so delightfully perfect, all wrapped around him like a vice as he fills you up.

He must be hitting a spot inside you that makes your legs go weak, because your jaw is slack and you keep making senseless little gasping sounds as you go limp as he fucks into you. It’s so sweet that he thinks momentarily about relenting, but you had asked for this. You did not want him to be gentle, not tonight.

"I didn't hear you." He says, a warning in his voice. His fingers weave into the roots of your hair and fist at the base of your skull, before he pulls your head back so that your face is no longer buried in the floor. “I want to hear you talk to me, my girl.”

"Oh, fucking goddamn shit-" You manage to choke out. His hand pulling your hair has somehow caused you to go semi-boneless as he fucks into you.

He picks up his pace, his hips rolling into yours so that your breath is catching in your chest and your eyes are rolling wildly. When his hand slips under you to start playing with your clit, you make a soft, broken-sounding moan and throw your head back eagerly.

Tsu’tey is so close to coming that his head is actually swimming, his thoughts slow as molasses as every nerve and synapse tunes into you beneath him so that the only thing he can actually focus on is the feel of you gasping and writhing below. He has always taken mating with you seriously, but right now it feels as though his only purpose is touching and stroking and fucking you so good that you forget everything other than him.

“Oh god,” You wheeze, your little hand squeezing tight around his fingers as his other hand uses his grip on your hips to pull you back into his thrusts. “Oh god, oh god, oh god-”

He recognises that frantic edge to your voice, and he bares his teeth in pleasure as he realises just how close you are to coming. His balls slap against your clit with every thrust, and he can feel the way they begin to tighten and draw up as his thrusts get faster. He’s close himself, his teeth practically buzzing with his oncoming orgasm, but he clenches his jaw as he attempts to hold it off. He wants so desperately to come inside you, but only after he’s experienced you creaming and squealing around his cock.

He adjusts his angle just slightly, but it's enough to have you dropping bonelessly back to the floor as you gasp. 

"Fuck, there, don't stop!"

He snickers, though it trails off into a winded sort of snarl. His bossy, demanding little demon of a mate. Your orders only make his cock harder, and he lets out a whole body rumble as he feels his cock start to pulse inside your soft, wet, tight insides. He needs you to come now, before he completely loses his mind.

“Come, ma’yawntutsyìp, my precious one,” He grunts, leaving nipping kisses along the length of your spine. “I want to feel your release around me.”

The combination of his cock rubbing and grinding against the soft spongey part inside of you and the messy stimulation of your clit has your legs trembling and pussy quivering wildly. It feels like you’re being strung tighter and tighter under him as your orgasm draws closer and your breath begins coming in rapid pants. 

You just manage to get out the words "Oh, yes-!" before the pleasure growing in your belly seems to crest and your back bows as you start to cum. All of the pressure that's been building up in your body is set free with the sweetest release, made all the sweeter by the fact that Tsu’tey keeps rocking into you the whole way through, the heavy head of his cock grinding hard against your G-spot the whole time.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open as your orgasm rocks through you, and Tsu’tey watches with wide eyes and avid interest as your entire little body shudders and shakes beneath him.

“Yes,” He breathes, his whole face contorting in toe-curling pleasure as your cunt clenches and ripples around him. “Yes, my love, so good.”

Your orgasm seems to last forever, leaving your chest heaving and back glittering with sweat, but eventually you reach back and slap at his thigh.

“Turn me around,” You wheeze, sounding winded. “Keep going, I want you to come in me-”

Fuck, how he loves it when you make demands. He doesn’t even wait for you to finish speaking before he pulls out, gripping your hips and flipping you around so that you’re on your back. He pushes back in immediately, snarling out a desperate groan as his cock splits you open all over again, you wrapping him up all snug and tight inside.

One of his hands snakes under your back and curls around your waist to pull you up against him as he pounds into you. With the other arm, he's balanced himself on his forearm beside your head for leverage as he drives into you hard and fast. He is still conscious of your limits, of your soft and fragile little human body, but his head is reeling from the sheer sensation and from the squealing little moans that are escaping your mouth. He’s still careful not to hurt you, but he’s also rolling his hips into your more frantically than he’s ever done before.

When you hike your little legs up over Tsu’tey’s narrow hips and squeeze tight around him, he lets out a rather wrecked, desperate sounding whimper. He drops his head to your chest, shoving the woven chest covering out of the way so that he can suck one of your tits into his mouth, sloppily rolling your nipple around on his tongue and clutching at your ass with one hand when you arch into him.

“Oh, fuck,” You gasp, arching your back so that your breasts are pushed further into his face. Your voice is hoarse — you sound absolutely wrecked. “Oh god, yes, please-”

He's hovering right on the precipice of orgasm — it's obvious by his desperate open-mouthed panting, the way he hunches over as his thrusting starts to turn clumsy, and the way he's messily sucking at your tits.

What really pushes him over the edge, to his honest surprise, is when you moan out, “Fuck, I.. Tsu’tey, I really love you-”

Tsu’tey lets out a choked, desperate groan before dropping his forehead to your breastbone as he comes inside of you. It’s like a wave of white rushes through his mind, wiping everything clean inside his head as he strains desperately against you. The motion of his hips stutters and falters as his brow pinches, and he lets out a long, low moan as he grasps at you, his eyes squeezing shut tight as he feels his cum flood your cunt and overflow, dribbling down your ass.

"Oh." He groans, shivering as his elbows give out and he drops down on top of you so that you’re plastered together from head to toe. He tucks his face into your neck and kisses under your ear, enjoying the heat from your overworked, sweaty bodies while also being hyper-conscious of crushing you.

You’re both covered in a sheen of sweat, which makes your bodies slide slickly together whenever either of you move. Tsu’tey’s hand drifts down over your ass, and he squeezes lazily at the soft, squishy flesh there.

“Are you well, my mate?” He rumbles, still a little dazed as he lifts his head to squint down at you. “Did I- are you hurt?”

You’re staring at the ceiling, mouth softly ajar as you take deep, heaving breaths. His question makes you laugh, though it’s a quiet, breathless little sound.

“No,” You whisper, your mouth curving in a dopy sort of smile. “Only sore in the best way. Fuck, that was good.”

The positive affirmation is exactly what he needed to hear, and he feels his tail begin to sway in slow satisfaction. You had been right, after all – you could take it, and you were not necessarily as delicate as he had feared after your injury. The lazy, contented smile on your face only reassures him further that you are happy and unscathed.

He pulls out carefully, his ears twitching as he leaves your perfect, wet warmth. You hiss at the sensation too, and he rumbles a quiet apology before running the pads of his fingers over your swollen, puffy pussy; his come is dripping slowly out of you, and he rubs absently at the wet white trails to massage it into your skin.

“Bring me to the bed,” You say, though it lacks the demanding edge of the previous requests you had made. You sound sleepy, as though he had entirely worn you out.

His mouth twitches, and he reaches down to scoop you into his arms. You go easily, your head rolling around on your neck as you nuzzle into his chest. To his surprise, his own knees feel a little jelly-like when he moves to stand and put weight on them. Damn, he doesn’t think an orgasm has ever left him reeling like this afterwards.

When he lays you out on the tawtute-style bed he had made for you out of plant fibres and leaves, he crawls up next to you and stretches out, his tail undulating in lazy satisfaction. You roll over and shove your face up against his still glistening chest, burrowing close to him.

“Told you I could take it.” You say. You sound exhausted, but so damn pleased with yourself.

Tsu’tey just laughs, a tired sort of chuckle as he nuzzles his nose into your sweet-smelling hair.

“You take it so well, ma’yawntutsyìp,” He assures you fondly, pressing a little kiss to the top of your small, blunt little ear. 

When he takes your hand and pulls it up to his face, he gives a small smile and presses his mouth to the near-invisible remnants of bruising around your wrist. He bares his sharp teeth against your fragile skin as he murmurs, “And I love you too.”

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

Burst of inspiration :DDD

I have this concept of silverfish!silverr for such a long time and this is me trying to write the idea down

My drawing pad(?) broke and its been so long since i tried watercolor so the colors are not right in here..

Ref part 1

WARNING: i ramble below about this idea but my English is bad (and its long)

So first of all i just want to point out that I made him TOO buff. Just saying.

So you know these guys right (This is what my whole reference page is 😭).

'They are fast and they are named SILVERfish so why not base silverr from this?' Is my thought process. He is fast and silver(fish)rruns is not safe from my designing-everything-in-sight-manias ass.

(Thorax: legs)

We start off from the horns. The horns/antenna is a solidified shell around his antenna, slowly covering the whole part in an extremely slow process. The antenna part that is still exposed is working normally to help silverr see. Since you know. He's blind.

Now his back/legs. Well. Legs. Why is it on the shell? Ok now every silverfish spawned is just like that. I have no defense but it looks cool.

2 upper thorax has 4 joints and is bigger than the lower thorax. This made these legs move more freely and faster. But the drawback is that they are heavy.

The lower thorax is a lot lighter and shorter. These two legs are mainly a support for the upper thorax. These thorax also only have 3 joints.

His arms are actually his legs but got mutated(? Modified?) You can actually see the joints visible (some joints are dead so he can't use them). It also has the same hard shell with the horns/antenna at the top.

His legs are also a mutated form of thorax. With some hard shells covering most of his lower leg. The lil hairies is in every part of his body but most visible in the lower legs!

About his tail? Its not actually a tail but a decoration from his cape. (Page 2) he does have a tail but it doesn't get carried to his human form.

Now about the whole deal with him.

Silverfish usually don't live too long, mostly being 8 years or so. Silverr, who is no different, have a different approach for this topic. Instead of growing old, he started to collect this magic orb/pearl from dragons, willingly or not. This magic pearls contains a fraction of dragons power and magic. But having just 1 of these only extends his life for 1 month. One dragon can produce 1-21 pearls, depending on many reasons. Mainly of how powerful the dragon is, technique to absorb it, and how long the dragon lived. The ability to absorb some of the dragon's power and turn it into an object is only possessed by some mobs, and silverfish is one of them.

Most silverfish have 2-10 pearls, scavenging anything remains from a dead dragon. They are not capable of fighting the dragon so they usually wait for a player to slay it.

Silverr is quite lucky to spawn on a completed portal and a freshly slain dragon (more likely by a speedrunner too!). He managed to restore all 23 pearls from the dragon.

Dragon orbs not only can extend their life, but they can use that magic to do... Magic and spells? With this power, they can also change into a human. Well lets say silverr starts running.

Silverr goal is not only to live longer, but he is planning to become a dragon. Why? Immortal. At least until someone kills him. A dragon can live forever as long as there are no one slashing his neck. Also power. Also cool i guess. (Draft)

That's why he went from worlds through worlds to kill their dragon. A part of this dragonification is the growing of hard shells all across his body. When all of his antennas get hard shells around them, he finally counts as a dragon.

Clearly there are a lot i havent write down, but im too sleepy for it.

[ctheathy]

hey! Could I request a Reader x secret history tails who fall asleep alot they could be sitting on the bench in a park and reader just falls asleep or at his work table and tails just hears a tiny bang on the table and he turns around and readers just asleep with drool on the table😭

Secret History Tails w/ sleepy!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note : Hello, Nonnie//Anon!! Of course you may, thankies for requesting =} Once again, my apologies in case it’s somewhat shorter than the average post. I’m just kind of lacking creativity on what to say, but I tried making it as long as possible. Hope you enjoy💞🌷

SH Tails from TSAA was chosen again aswell, as I do believe people have gotten mostly attached to the more recent behaviour of his.

The two of you are already implied to be in a relationship to begin with <3

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Insomnia mention • Pills offering

You already have to go through quite the draining sh1t by just dating this absolute menace of society. It’s always something new, hopping from one dimension to another, travelling through the multiverse itself, needing to blend in in some other universe’s reality; It’s ... Quite much for one single creature to handle to say the least, if not even too much. If anything, I can totally see the two tailed fox himself being rather restless when needing to go to bed for the night, and sometimes even failing to do so at all due to the paranoia getting to him. Because of this, your little habits of tiredness didn’t really surprise the mobian much, but this absolutely did not stop the fox from mentally freaking out over both your actual health and much less the idea of him being the cause behind all of it.

When the two of you are in a committed relationship, he becomes a fairly overprotective and worried lover over you and your wellbeing. He’s constantly checking up on you, questioning whenever you’re taking good care of yourself and making very well sure you keep up with your basic common needs for a healthy lifestyle. So when the thoughts drop in about him being the main cause behind your worn out presence, he is kind of an emotional wreck. He is literally close to ripping the fur from his Tails in a moment of unrestrained anxiety. It’s only when you gently hold his hands after preventing them from hurting himself in the pressure and quickly let him know that you just feel somewhat sleepy on a regular basis and just cannot help it at times that the tension has lessened slightly. He’s still worried about you feeling as tired as you do, however, the question whenever you’ve slept well the night beforehand always wiggling its way into the conversation or if it would perhaps be a better idea if you’d go right back to bed for the day instead.

He’d likely offer you pills for the night in his worry, confusing your state with something serious and damaging to you. You’re his precious beloved, he genuinely cares for your health and wants you to be okay on a daily basis, not just let it be ruined due to some poor sleeping habits. Though if you tell him you’re just fine laying on that--that hard and dirty table, he insists you use his tails as your own personal pillows, he can work just fine without them-!! If anything, the whole working thing may as well go to complete waste when it’s about you. He’ll pick you over his inventing each and every single time, just cancelling his plans for the day in order to sit down with your head in his lap, almost wrapping himself around your form completely and stroking your locks with love and care. Don’t even make me mention anybody who came by uninvited along those personal moments; he’s literally glaring daggers at them and sometimes even flipping them off outside of their view, the thought of them waking you up lingering in the back of his mind.

I can definitely picture him putting his work to the side to take daily naps with you aswell. He has quite the bad sleeping schedule for his own case, yet those have usually just fallen on dear ears. To himself, atleast. Please drag this little hypocrite to bed along with you. He’s one to literally force you to bed when the sleeping habits are shown enough of times, and although he’d refuse at first hand, I believe with a little bit of pushing you’d easily get him to lay right next to you. It’s not like the decision was that regrettable for his own self after a little while, anyways. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself in the spooning position, and the look of utter peace on his expressions honestly made it even a hundred times much more endearing than beforehand.

After a little while he calms down and starts to try accepting this demeanour as nothing more than normality. He tries letting out nothing more than a singular chuckle when he notices that you have fallen asleep in your chair once again. He does however, still tend to show concerns for your neck and any seeming uncomfortable positions in the process, but those again would easily be minimised by the softness of his tails laying right underneath you. And if anything, he’s honestly started to grow rather comforted by your sleepy nature, it giving him a sense of trust between the relationship and it seemingly having quite the positive effect on his own improved slumber rythm aswell; may that be through his calmed mindset when hugging you close when laying in his lap, or you simply just dragging him to bed right with you. Perhaps it’s not even all that bad to begin with after all,

Cause atleast now he has the capability of holding that lovely and soothing sleeping form of yours into his own arms

[stay-midnight]

hello hi hiii ! 💕

. . . 🎙

well-reply whenever to ask the askss, i really don't mind hehe (admittedly its a hot second to type it out but mostly cause its thoughts trying to be coherent in a way hehe-) 💕

anyways yeah- seungmin being in tamer settings but because of his sir/master vibes it turns into like, not tame? HAHA-and god that would be hot 😭 afterwards its him making you suck his cock under the cold water (the water would make it harder to breathe while gagging on his cock and seungmin would grin at that-😶)

and as said....thoughts on perv, college au Jisung as bestfriend and roommate ahhhh 😳🤧 YES- he'd enjoy you shying away from his advances, (the power he'd feel from that-) so much, one of his specialties could also be corruption- he enjoys the feeling of reader turning into his slut-ahem i mean being so submissive for him-and making you be just as perverted as he is 😈😭 (ALSO YEAH-Perv Jisung is the Best Jisung trope, he just fits it so much that its unreal 😩💓)

he'd be so touchy-hands on your butt, your pecs, your thighs and your bulge- would be shameless enough to dry hump/grind his crotch on you, and he'd crave the embarrassed look on your face as you try your best not to react (which is useless cause again, he knows-) constant flirting as well, calling you baby or jagi all the time, likes you romantically as well ofc, he just can't help be a perv 🤐 and hey, he wanted to let you know how feels somehow-ahem- (constant outta pocket sentences too, "i'd fuck you over this desk" jisung would say the second you two sit down at a library-)

would also pretend he's thrusting up into you if you're sitting on his lap and the room is empty 😭 you'd think he'd do a fake exaggerated moan but his low groans and whispers of you being so good for him is making your head go 😵

And when perv jisung eventually turns into perv boyfriend? If he was horny for you before, just jerking off or being a perv, congratulations, you're also getting fucked every day no questions asked 😭😩 (i imagine him becoming your boyfriend started out as him inviting you to his room and then him immediately making you get on your knees, making you confess all of your own perverted thoughts and the more heartwarming feelings cause he was fed up with the oblivious act, before proceeding to fuck you for hours until both of you pass out-needy perv ji.)

he'd be making all of his fantasies come through too-the exhibitionist that he is-sex at the library, a public bathroom stall, at the gym locker room, sitting on his face-my god. (and uh, just to put it out there, jisung watches anime, so i fully believe that jisung making you wear a maid dress and doing a whole master and servant act is....happening-i mean, not impossible-)

and since you said he'd be into threesomes, whelp-one night he invites minho to your dorm room, its all been talked out and both have your consent so there's no hesitation when jisung gets you on your knees with his hand gripping your hair tight, making you open your mouth wide as minho has his way with you 😭 (sungie would def like the thought of his friends playing with you-) also exhibitionist jisung 🤝 voyeur minho

Still though, he'd be possessive over you, just cause he's sharing does not mean they get to have you the way he does. gag on his friends boxers, cock, get fucked, spitroasted, dp'd or whatever happens between him and who he shares you with, he's gonna fuck you again by himself to remind you that in the end, its you and him and only him.

that's it for noww hehe, self control yarn, perv skz thoughts are-ehem, anywayss 😊💞🍀

dun dun dun its me again at 3 am in midnight

...

imma keep them for archive hehe but idk if i can reply to those ask after trying cuz i feel like we got to the endpoint of those thoughts(?) cuz snowswept tails kinda had the fox and human roaming around for shelter, and the other fics too like d.a kind of ended after the orgy- so i my brain just blanked out on those-

But to the thoughts! After the shower shenanigans with prisoner seungmin i feel like the reader would get a bit bratty (yes third person now cuz like its hard to write in second person for this thoughts) I can see Seungmin slam choking reader against the wall and before sneaks a hand down your shorts - grabbing your throbbing cock— before degrading you and saying something like "Be wary of your words, pup- act like shit again and I'd leave you to fend for yourself and im not as kind as the other inmates" oh and A police officer witnessing all this?!(lets pretend that jeongin is the police officer here huehue hes like a police officer in training/criminology student🫣)

PERV JISUNG >>>> those vids of him on tiktok i keep seeing got me feeling some typa way like those arms can crush me but anyways I feel like the best trope for perv sung is Pervert x Oblivious Idiot— Like reader literally just thinking how thats just a friendly joke by good ol sungie despite him saying some shit like "nice pants, but id think you be better off without it-" the point of the matter is he would definitely be over possessive over reader before the whole relationship cuz he doesnt like other people flirting with you except him but AFTER a soldified relationship and him fucking you like a lion in heat until dawn he'd so be down to try threesomes (with his trusty bff leeno) so one night he sat you down you agreed in respect to your boyfriends kink and ofc the fact the minho is hot- ALSO during the threesome with minho- minho would be so teasing with sungie competitively like "Bet you cant make them choke like this can you?" as Minho thrusts into your throat with his big c- but the threesome turns into competition real quick like "Fuck you, Minho- he's mine" Jisung would say while glaring at the older as he pulls you back into his cock like sjzjsndn exhibitionist Jisung as well best place to fuck for him is definitely the janitors closet or hear me out in a frathouse while all the other fratboys are out (felix serving those sus cookies) but yeah Perv Jisung would be so touchy in public like expect him to slide a hand to your backpocket while walking or pull you by the waist hueheue (i added all the thoughts in one paragraph cuz-)

thank you anonnie for feeding me with the thots 😍

[jewbeloved]

can i request kyle, tweek, wendy, craig and kenny with a werewolf reader

Kyle, Tweek, Wendy, and Craig with wolf s/o🐺🐺🌺💗💗

I FORGOT TO DO KENNY IN THIS SCENARIO, IM SORRY😭😭😭😭😭😭

Warnings: A little bit of angst in Tweek's part.

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🍏

Honestly, he is one lucky and sneaky jew If he somehow always finds out about stuff by accident or on purpose.

He texted you saying that he was coming over to your house and before you could reply back he went offline meaning that he was on his way.

You panicked, wondering how he is going to react to you being a wolf. You spent the next few minutes coming up with a plan, before you knew it you heard a knock on the door.

You desperately hid in the closet, refusing to open the door.

💚 Kyle's pov 💚

I knocked on the door waiting for Y/n to open it since I was excited to come see them.

It's been a few minutes and there wasn't any answer.

"Y/n?" I knocked a few more times before turning the knob to see that the door was left open.

"Why is their door opened??" I walked inside and didn't see Y/n in the living room or the kitchen. I then went upstairs to go and check their room.

And to my surprise, their room door was also open and I didn't see them in there either.

"Y/n? where are you???" I tried to investigate their room for a little.

I looked under the bed, and under the blanket but there wasn't any sight of them.

I didn't want to think that something bad could've happened to them.

I then hear some ruffling coming from the closet.

🤍 Your pov 🤍

I heard footsteps coming near the closet. Before I could have a chance to hide behind the clothes in my closet, the door swing open and standing in the door was Kyle....

"Y/n?!?!" He gasped when he saw me in my wolf form.

Kyle stared straight at you, mostly in confusion because he doesn't know how to react to your state right now at the moment.

You were scared that Kyle might run out of the room and go tell everybody. But he instead softened his expression, but he still held a look of disappointment. Mostly because he is a bit upset that you never told him about any of this like you never trusted him.

He walked closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

"Please don't tell my secret to everyone Kyle!"

"I'm not. But Y/n, why did you hide this from me? You know I will always love you no matter what you are"

"I never had the courage to properly tell you.....I'm sorry..." You buried your face closer into his chest as he rubs your back.

Kyle was indeed shock and confused when he first saw your wolf form.

You did end up explaining everything to him and he listened through it.

Later on when you got more comfortable to show your form around him, he was really glad he got to see it more often now that you were comfortable showing it to him.

He probably won't let anyone else see you besides Stan because you know how Cartman gets.

Kyle loves petting and playing with your tail while giving you loads of compliments <3

"Awww you're so cute and fluffy Y/n :)"💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Tweek Tweak 🌈

The gif above is mostly how he reacts when he first saw your wolf form.

You'll have to hold Tweek back and get him to calm down because he might probably freak out too much and tell his parents.

But it isn't his fault at all! He was just startled by you! He will come back to his senses eventually!

Nope, you will have to spend the next 2 weeks trying to calm him down and gain his trust again.

That is until he broke out of your arms and dashed out of your room screaming for his dear life.

You tried to chase after him but he already was out of your sight and the front door of your house was wide open.

You fell down to your knees in defeat knowing that Tweek will expose your secret and wolf hunters are probably going to hunt you down just like when you left your original home.

You went back to your room and climbed in your bed putting your hands up at your face crying desperately.

You spent the next few hours crying not knowing that your room door opened silently.

The person looked up at your crying figure feeling a amount of guilt in them.

They climbed into your bed and wrapped their arms around you.

You tensed up and look behind you to see who it was.

Blonde spikey hair, green unbuttoned shirt, blue pants, and yellow eyes piercing at you.

"T-Tweek.....?" He leaned his head into the back of your neck hugging you closer to him.

"I-I-Im sorry...Y/n...I didn't mean to run out of the room like that...my anxiety was tensing up and I didn't know what to do....please forgive me..."

He completely said that without doing his usual 'ACK' or 'UGH's.

"Did you tell anyone my....secret..?" He made eye contact with you again as you said that.

"No I didn't....I realized that wolf hunters do exist and they probably might try to hurt you If I told anybody...You ending up injured or killed is one of my biggest fears.." Tears began to spill out of Tweek's eyes.

"Y/n, I'm sorry! I couldn't stand hearing you cry any longer. You mean a lot to me and I apologize for being so afraid knowing that it's you and you would never hurt me"

You hugged Tweek back as tears spilled out both of your eyes.

"I forgive you Tweek....I forgive you..."

You both cuddled to sleep, knowing that Tweek will always stay by your side and never leave...💛💛💛💛💛💛

💖 Wendy Testaburger 📱

She probably reacts similar to Kyle a little.

But she softens up more quickly after you explain your full secret to her.

But she is very confused on why you never told her from the beginning.

She absolutely loves playing with your fur! but she likes petting you the most.

Wendy might probably only tell Bebe about your form and nobody else.

Believe it or not, but If the government somehow manages to find out about you.

I have a feeling Wendy would protest against them or do anything in her power to prevent them from getting their fishy hands on you.

She may have lost with spreading awareness about photoshopping and breast cancer, but she is putting her foot down and not losing this one.

And that's a pinky promise, Wendy will always keep you safe because you mean a lot to her and she means a lot to you <3💗💗💗💗💗💗

💙 Craig Tucker 💛

Em...okay? you're a wolf. Can I start petting you now?

He legit probably won't care about you being a wolf and continues to still view you as his s/o.

But there might be some times where he will play with your fur If you want, but just expect him to ignore the fact that you're a wolf and focus on trying to give you cuddles instead.

If you get a bit annoyed at him ignoring your wolf form, you probably might howl in the midnight so he won't get any sleep and that annoys him.

"Y/n, can you stop please I'm trying to sleep you know"

"No, stop ignoring my wolf form and give it attention >:C"

Yep, he will give in and adore your form so you can stop being all whiny.

You also got your fur hair all over his bed and he had to clean it up with an annoyed face.

He overall still loves you for you who are. 💙💛💙💛💙💛💙

Craig is a hamster and you can't change my mind🤭🤭

[marsgod]

Helloo, please delete if your requests are closed:

May I request a Staff!reader who just wanted to return something Crewel left in the staff room but was hit by a potion that makes them grow devil horns and a tail and the sclera of their eyes are now black

Staff!reader has to wait a few hours for it to wear off but during that? Oh. THEY ARE ACTUALLY A DEMON FROM HELL.

They’re scarier, angrier, more irritable and no one is safe from them anymore, if they were nice before, mx. nice-professor is GONE

If they were always on the stricter side, haha, we’re all in danger.

So after that, the student body learns to appreciate Staff!reader after the hell they went through

- underrated staff anon

hey hey, it’s a new anon! tbh? we love that for mx. professor, pop off💅

If the staff! reader was kind beforehand;

Crewel is scared, especially since he find you waiting in his classroom, and he’s trying his best not to be an accidental instigator, but everything is pissing you off

Writing with pencil or pen? You’re immediately screeching at him to shut the hell up, muttering under his breathe? Oh god you’re staring at him like you’re planning on how to get rid of the body

Crowley wasn’t informed of this unfortunate event, and waltzed in with a bunch of forms for dear Divus

Then his see’s more of the kind! staff and starts going into this and that, but doesn’t expect it when he goes to pat your shoulder and your strangely, now almost claw looking hand grabs his wrist with enough strength and sharpness in your nails to draw blood

In turn, he nervously says that he has nothing else for you and excuses himself

Crewel hates him more for leaving him with you

The students? The most scared, especially Ace, Deuce, and Kalim

Kalim doesn’t mean any harm, he’s just being his excited and social self, but quite literally nearly shrinks when you slam a pile of books down with a bang! and tell him to be quiet

Ace and Deuce are the same; Although they’re the ones that just don’t know how to stop unless you strap them to a chair

which may or may not be what you do but it’s okay, you guys remember eventually

Floyd and Jade aren’t scared, they thinks its funny and Floyd might do something to purposely piss you off

If the staff! reader was mean beforehand;

Nothing changes, everyone tries to avoid you (mostly trouble makers) (i.e. Ace and Deuce) so everyone in your classes, upon knowing you have literally turned into a demon, is dead silent and some ppl (read; Ace and Deuce) freeze whenever you take a deep breathe in fear

After it’s all said and done, the kind staff! reader is back and everyone basically treats you like an angel bc they’re so scared if you decide to just go strictly apeshit on their asses (nobody would blame you but still)

same with strict! reader, but a lot of the staff already know that you’re mostly just tired of their shit and not listening. The students treat you a whole lot better trust me😭

[pianostarinwonderland]

You guys have no idea how much Azul’s new SSR means to me.

There are things I’m going to be losing from this. Obviously, I’m going to see my gem and key count dwindle because I have no idea if I’m going to be lucky tomorrow. I have exams next week, and this event is going to really affect my concentration horribly. I really can’t afford to not get low scores on these exams since my grades are horrible.

But this card… It’s everything that I’ve been dreaming of for the past two years.

I’ve gone through two whole years of eating crumbs, and maybe that sounds entitled since Azul got his story and SSR really early on. But it’s because his story was concluded really early on that afterwards, I don’t get to hear much from him. I really only look forward to February, I have to seek food about him from other characters (especially from Jade and Floyd), I have to feed myself every day with my own thoughts. Some days, I’ve considered on looking for new fandoms to join because I’ve gotten bored of even myself. But I still stay because of two things: (1) I have friends who still love this game very much, and (2) Azul means so much to me that it’s enough of a reason to stay.

And now, here we have him. A beautiful SSR in the most gorgeous outfit. There are so many things I want to say about this card because it is every single fantasy in my head coming to life.

Like, the setting? I once had a Honeymoon Un Deux Trois phase back in 2020-early 2021. There was something about dancing a waltz with Azul that really made me feel so giddy for months. I would always imagine us under the moonlight, on stone streets and bridges with lamps on, and dancing to that song. I never cared if it was graceful or not, because it was a dance with Azul.

Babes, besties, and bitches, the setting of that card art is exactly the setting of that imagination. Even the lights of those buildings are the same. It’s like Yana read my mind and put it on a digital canvas. The only thing different is the gate behind Azul, but otherwise, it’s everything that I’ve seen in my dreams.

Then Azul’s outfit! I’ve long entertained the idea of Azul in a masquerade outfit since last year. It was so appealing because he hides behind a mask all the time to seem more pleasing to others. It pushed me to plan out and write a (work in progress) fic where Azul is a masked pianist. He’d be decked in black and purple, mostly purple. He’d have a hat with a feather, and he’d be wearing a mask with that same shape you see on the card.

You know in fact, I always imagined since late last year that the next Abema stream was going to be me seeing Azul getting a masquerade SSR. And then I would be screaming.

And 😭 I got it. I got the masquerade card, and his outfit has similarities to what I envisioned for him. I now also know that his hat is called a tricone, and that is really awesome to know.

And to top it all off? His tailcoat. I always loved tailcoats even as a kid. There was something about how simple it is yet the way it billows in the breeze as it trails behind you creates a certain aura about you. It looks classy and almost authoritative. It catches your attention.

And guess what? Azul Ashengrotto comes in with at least 6 tail ends on his tailcoat.🧍This mcfucking octopus.

Anyway, I’m just… I am just so happy right now. 😭 Sundays have recently been my worst day of the week for certain reasons, but I had such a great day today because of Azul.

The gacha is coming tomorrow, which is really exciting but also anxiety inducing xD! I really want to stream for everyone, but I don’t think I can :( I think my stream would end up lagging horribly. But I’ll definitely share what happens here.

This post is really different from how I’d usually scream about Azul. I’ll admit, much of my energy is gone because I have melted down in a vc with friends xD but mainly, I just feel so tender about this card. It’s two years of my dreams put on a screen for the world to see. It’s two years of all the times I thought about him, talked about him, wrote about him, bringing me to a time when I can actually for the first time freak out about his event SSR when I could not do that for Beans Day. It’s two years of loving him, and now I’m here. 🥲 And I’m so thankful and happy right now.

[bonesandthebees]

LETS GOOOOO ITS SANDDUO TIME BABYYYY EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

I read most of it on my break, and finished the rest while on my way home from work, and let me tell u i was screeching so hard when i got to the part where phil cupped wilburs face like ooohhhdhfkfksjff this man is SOFT, hes a SOFTIE ur honour

Goddd all ur descriptions always makes the fic feel so *real* and yay for the pirates actually?? Being semi decent?? And not abusers WOO, tho rip that one dude bruh why would u hit a child over berries

I love wilbur in this fic sm lmfao he is such a little shit i love them, hes also so so clever and still *wilbur*

You do such a good job at making Wilbur still feel like himself even when aged down. Like him immediately asking super morbid questions and phil being like wtf?? That was so in character of them lmfao 😭😭

ALSO PHILS MERMAID TAIL IS VERY COOL, 1000/10

Honestly tho im very intrigued about the captain... i feel like it might become plot relevant that hes super traumatized n stuff... im keeping my eye on him

Speaking of suspicious things--

Stares at the non consensual body modification tag

Also the magic tag

Wilbur may not be a mermaid now but i have a feeling that wont last...

Oh well at least we get sandduo :D (and uncle techno<33)

Also when phil mentioned that they communicate through clicks and whistled i got vivid flashbacks to what the water gave me and started crying

/j i didnt start crying but i DID get emotional DHFJKG

Rahhhh

I just reread the entire thing again LMAO

Goddd theyre so lovely:((<33

Im so intrigued about whats gonna happen also slightly scared but mostly excited :DD

glances at the tags okay yeah he's soft we'll go with that

aaa thank you though!! yeah I really didn't want to fall into the trope of just making the pirates a bunch of cartoon-like assholes. wilbur's a kid, so they try to take care of him and be nice to him, but they're also 10 people stranded on a desert island with very limited supplies. they are stressed to say the least. definitely not fair for that one guy to slap wilbur, but again when you've literally been worried nonstop about starving for the past few days and then you find out the 11 year old is hiding food, you might not react like you should. obviously not okay, but again, at least there's reasoning behind it

:D I'm so glad you like wilbur in this. I love writing kid!wilbur and trying to make him still feel like wilbur as a character, and I think I did a really good job of it in this fic. he's such a little shit.

YEAHHH I was looking up different types of fish tails for inspo, kept seeing betta tails so I just googled the different kinds of betta tails, and I saw this infographic with a bunch of different ones and the second I saw the crowntail I was like holy shit that's gotta be phil's it looks so cool

hahahaha just don't look at the nonconsenual body modification tag it's definitely not important hahaha

oh yeah you bet I'm bringing back the clicks and whistles from what the water gave me. it's not talked about as much as it was in what the water gave me, but I loved that so much from that fic I had to use it again

tyyy im so glad you're enjoying so far <3

[69misato69]

(It’s the emo mcr mutual here)

I’m here to say keep it up! I read em all. Emo gays gotta stick together! But I gotta say itto and puppy boy gorou hold a place in my cold black heart 🖤😂 I’d take anything you’d give me

But in all seriousness. Keep up the amazing work. I love your style and works. Keep it evil and gay

HI EMO MCR MUTUAL I LOVE SEEING U ON MY FEED thank you for reading 😭😭😭 i didnt know you had a soft spot for ittorou i havent wrote them in a while but i hope you like this one !!

itto 👹 + gorou 🐶 — unwinding after gorou is back from a mission, angst fluff + nsfw mention

one, two, three deep breaths until itto is done dragging the ointment through the ridges of his fresh wound.

the way its fresh scent fills every corner of the room the second itto opens the flask, a faint hint of mint that sits at their nostrils, an acidic undertone that stings wherever it touches.

gorou is no stranger to the feeling, yet it never fails to manifest tears that blur his vision. his sharp canines dig into his bottom lip, a miniscule amount of pressure away from severing it beyond repair.

itto takes a much needed break. he's always torn between packing it up as soon as possible, regardless of the pain gorou undergoes — or taking his time, delaying the process overall but allowing him to register it.

he's getting too used to it, more than his heart can bear. finding gorou at his door, barely standing up straight — the sight no longer has any shock value to it, but the hurt of it persists.

gorou knows it too. that's why he fights the tears to the best of his ability, to not sadden itto any further than he already has.

it's selfish. scraping all that remains of him off the floor and crawling back to itto every single time. he has his comrades resting at camp, kokomi tending to their wounds along with her own.

a general of the resistance, gorou has enough at his disposal to recover and face itto in proper shape.

but, he doesn't.

when he's seeing red and panting at every step of the way, all he needs is itto. his lungs giving out, if it's the last breath they will utter he would rather have it whispered over itto's lips.

his arm, now soiled with a wound vicious enough to almost tear it apart completely. if the day ever comes that he cant even charge a single shot with his bow — if his tired heart can't even pump blood to gush out of his wounds any longer, he would want to be with itto.

in his arms, comforted by his embrace. he powers through the stitches and bandages, finally getting his arm back, mostly numb due to the ointment (thankfully)

with the other he cups itto's cheek, unsure of how to wipe off the worried look off his face, always unsure of how to comfort him the way itto does with him.

"i'm okay." he whispers, it's silent enough for it to be heard in the dead of the night.

"you're not."

itto pulls him to his lap and holds him by the waist, slow and careful. it varies in style, this simple move that never fails to take gorou's breath away.

sometimes it's lazy and lax, early mornings where itto just wants gorou on him like a blanket as he drifts back to sleep.

sometimes it's casual, in a way of simply wanting to be together as gorou reads or itto knits.

and sometimes it's heated, lips crashing into each other, itto pulling him close as they burn up with desire. one hand on gorou's waist and the other stripping him, teasing and stroking him to his limits.

this one, however, is softer. compassionate, worried, loving yet fearful. afraid as if gorou might slip away from his touch at any moment.

afraid that one day he might collapse on itto's doorstep as always but never wake up again.

with the arm that's relatively in better shape gorou presses itto's head to his chest. he kisses at his soft, wavy hair.

itto revels in his scent, though mixed with the smell of dirt and blood it's nothing short of his gorou.

his beloved.

he brushes through his soft tail with his fingers, still damp from when he tended to it and got rid of all the knots a few minutes ago.

now it shines the way it always does, golden fur — along his back and down his thighs, albeit less thick compared to his tail and ears.

without a word, itto gets up with gorou still on his lap and heads for the bedroom. he lays gorou on his bed and watches him shrivel up into a little ball when itto settles right next to him.

with a few hisses and mumbled curses, he extends his severed arm and a leg to rest across itto's body and looks up at him.

itto's hand cards through his hair affectionately, petting his ears, peppering small kisses all over his face.

"i know... that i said i'd be more careful. i'm sorry that you have to see me like this. i'm sorry that—"

he chokes on his own words.

"—you have to be the one to take care of it every single time."

itto smiles, caressing his sides — "i wouldn't have it any other way."

he takes a deep breath.

"just... don't die on me. okay, pup?"

gorou nuzzles into the crook of his neck, sorrowful, now almost entirely on itto's body because his warmth is the only thing that's keeping him intact.

"i won't." he wraps his tail around itto and presses a kiss on his neck. "never, i promise."

[viewmasterfeeling]

Well, tomorrow is the day!

I’m going to be logging off of tumblr until I watch the show, but I just wanted to make a post that’s kind of a… good luck charm. A “see you on the other side”. 

I just wanted to say that I’ve had so much fun in this fandom. I’ve been on tumblr since April 2020, and Stranger Things/Byler was my first fandom. I wrote fics that are probably cringe, I made friends, and I became absolutely obsessed with this show and byler. This show and ship helped me get through lockdown, and they have such a special place in my heart. Now, two years later, I’m back in the fandom, and things are different. I’m different. But it’s been just as much fun.

I’ve absolutely loved being part of byler tumblr and the byler discord. I’ve had so much fun joking around, brainrotting, writing predictions and theories, and mostly, creating and consuming content! Seriously, the pre s4 content has been TOP TIER. There’s so many talented and incredibly creative people in this fandom. Thank you guys for making the wait so enjoyable. Otherwise, I don’t know how I would’ve been able to handle it LOL

Here are few byler fandom highlights, not necessarily in order (feel free to add on in reblogs!):

Screaming about the posters

Smalltown Boy Conspiracy

Mike Rat-Tail Conspiracy

Theorizing about Will being in the flaming car shot, explosion shot, and 002 

Screaming about Boys Don’t Cry and Alan Turing

Screaming about the Open Closets

Mike Emotional Monologue theories

Blue Meets Yellow in the West

Motel Scene Theory (and pillow wall… iykyk)

Recap Era ™ 

Argyle Ships Byler ™ 

Talking about how good/bad they look in promo 💀 and their hair

Trying to predict the trailer date and getting clowned

Static Pic...

Screaming about the trailer and the roller rink shot

Merch Era ™ (monopoly cards…)

Roller rink theories (and how they changed over time)

Matching Watches talk <3

Mike Murder Suspect Theory–

Freaking out over various interviews and promo (“leech you have to fucking pull off”)

Roasting Mike’s Cali outfit

Byler as chaotic uncles (iykyk 😭)

Love triangle

Uno Will

“Let’s start a new party, you and me”

The Walk ™ 💀

All the theories, analyses, and parallel posts, even if we only got a few right. This fandom has been so great :>

Lastly, shoutout to all my mutuals and friends in the discord!! I don’t have the time to @ mention everyone (and I don’t want to forget anyone) but seriously, I appreciate you all so much. And whatever happens tomorrow… we’re in it together. Love u <3

So, yeah. Everything changes tomorrow, and I can't wait to scream about the new season with all the amazing ppl in this fandom. See you on the other side... byler forever o7

[shinkoxyagami]

I think I'm a bit weird with the way I'm watching Tale of the nine tailed 1938...

I absolutely love it till now. The new female lead is gorgeous and funny. (Honestly, I'm just so happy Ji ah isn't around, but the new FL being so amazing is such a bonus.)

+ the reason why I think of being weird, is that I mostly skip Shin Jo and Yu ri..... I never cared about Shin Jo, but I loved Yuri.. so yeah I'm kinda surprised why I don't like her, but eh that's just it. No reason.

*people talking about how Shin Jo missed Yeon all the way.

*me who skipped through and didn't give a damn.

Am I seriously alone?😭😭😭

Anyway.... the important part is I know the rule.

Live, laugh, love Rang..... peace......(what a ridiculous post... but I just wanna try put everything out of my mind... still ridiculous XD)....

BTW... why are you guys hoping Rang somehow becomes alive in the future? I mean... it could totally work IF they hadn't shown us Rang's reincarnated form.. that scene is probably gonna be at the end of this season.... as sad as it is to say, I guess the 3rd season will have no Rang in it.

The first one was Yeon prioritising Ji ah, the second one is Yeon prioritising Rang, and the last one will be himself., I guess?

It's kinda early to think about the next season, but that's the vibe I got. (Also, I can't help but want Yeon choose Rang over Ji ah like seriously........the couple is just weird for me...)

[dyinglikenarcissus]

Just Let Him Go…

Folks 👏🏾 we as a society are in desperate need of stock photos of black women with white men. I spent an hour looking for this 😭

This drabble takes place near the end of How It’s Going and was inspired by @helenasmirkedno (thank you!!!)

Warnings: This is a 18+ series! But this is clean. Just girls being angry. Language is the worst thing it has going for it.

Also, if you haven’t been keeping up with my play by play, I wrote this at Disneyland. Mostly while waiting in line for Web Slingers and I proofed while waiting for Rise of the Resistance so I’m sure it’s full of typos

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

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You use the key Bucky gave you for the first time since he left. Sam’s at the library and Steve isn’t answering his phone so you’re stuck feeling like a burglar in your husband’s home. No matter how much they say it’s fine you still don’t like it.

“Hello?” You call as you open the door to the dark house.

No answer.

You guess no one really is home. You make sure to lock the door behind you. It’s so strange being here without one of the boys but you need to grab some documents for Bucky’s insurance.

You run up the steps to you the comfort of Bucky’s room and start rummaging through the box of files in his closet. They’re proving harder to find than you were led to believe. Bucky was normally pretty good about knowing where everything is but you looked though the box he said it was in three times and still hadn’t found it.

You sit on the floor slightly defeated before you notice a box tucked in the back corner. It’s gotta be in there. You thumb through it and find it almost immediately.

“I’m so blind,” you groan and neatly place the paper in an envelope to ship to him. You let out a sigh and start cleaning up the mess you made just as you hear the door open downstairs. Peggy’s clear voice floats up the stairs as she lists off something. “Onions, potatos but not those little ones you got last time, and some chocolate…” A grocery list?

You smile as Steve agrees to readily to the list. Their voices trail up the stairs and you call down. “I’m up here!”

“Oh, hey sweetheart. What’re you doing here?” Steve instantly lights up seeing you on the floor of his best friend’s room. He’s in his extremely tight gym clothes, there’s a patch of sweat on his chest indicating he just had a decent workout.

“Bucky needed me to send some things for insurance.”

“Let me know if you need any help,” he offer before continuing to his own room.

Peggy follows close behind him. “If it isn’t Steve’s other girlfriend,” she laughs.

“Hey, Peggy,” you greet with a small smile. You rarely talked to the woman despite being with her boyfriend almost every day. She seemed nice enough, you weren’t actively avoiding her but you’d rather go on one of Steve’s 5am runs than be trapped in a room with her.

You hear the shower start in Steve’s room and you know your worst nightmare is about to occur.

“Thanks for letting him hang out with me so much,” you say awkwardly hoping she’ll just go away.

“Anytime,” she laughs. “Honestly I prefer it. He’s not following me around like a lost puppy all day.”

Following her around? “What?” You frown at the brunette.

“He always acts like he has nothing better to do than tail me all day. It’s kind of nice to get a break from him,” she continues.

“….What?” Why would anyone ever want a break from Steve? He was wonderful. Helpful and loving. You wished regularly that he was yours but you’d never trade your life with Bucky for anything.

“Oh, never mind. I forget you married that brute friend of his. You probably enjoy having a lap dog around.”

“What?” You glare at the woman. She can only go so far before she actually pisses you off. “Don’t call my husband a brute,” you hiss. “And don’t call Stevie a dog. What is wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?” She scoffs.

“You’re the one dating him. If you think he’s so annoying, break up with him.”

“I’ve invested far too much time in that man to just break up with him,” she sighs. What a fucked up way to look at a relationship. You roll your eyes and dismiss the woman by turning back to your task. “That is why you married James, right? You couldn’t have him using all your hard work on another woman?”

“No,” you frown, still not looking up from your task. “I married him because I love him. He’s not a project and I wouldn't change him for the world. And I’d give him up in a heartbeat if it meant he could come home.” Your voice wavers on the last word you utter making you shut your eyes and force back your tears. Not now. Keep it together just for a few more minutes.

Peggy hums in thought just as Steve reappears in the door way, hair wet with fresh clothes looking like a marble statue as he runs his fingers through his hair. “What are you ladies talking about?”

“Nothing,” both of you huff at once.

The blond glances skeptically between you two. “Okay,” he draws out the word. “Anyway, Peg, ready to go to the store?”

“Please,” she sighs and turns heel back down the stairs.

“You need anything, princess?”

You sniffle softly. Just tell him. You can tell him. He needs to know. He should already know but he’s such a sweet man who sees the best in everyone. He won’t see this unless you say something. He’ll listen to you.

But he never listened to Bucky…

And Bucky tried to tell him the same thing.

You just sigh and shake you head. “No, I’m good.” You finally look up at him with a watery smile. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he grins and hurries down after his girlfriend.

He could break up with her tomorrow and it wouldn’t be soon enough for you.

You let the tears run down your cheeks once you’re alone and curl into Bucky’s bed, just for a few minutes, just until you can feel the ghost of his presence sooth you.

You quickly draft a message to Bucky. Maybe he can finally talk some sense into him. You just weren’t up for the challenge. You pull Bucky’s pillow to your chest and let out a sad sigh.

He would know what to do. He always knew what to do.

Then you phone pings.

Welcome to the We Hate Peggy Club! We have brunch on Sundays!

You giggle at his quick response and quickly type out a message, hoping he’ll get it before he loses internet.

I just feel so bad for him. He didn’t do anything to deserve how she treats him

To your surprise your phone pings again.

She’s his first love. He’s gotta get his heart broken to learn. And he’s stubborn as fuck so that’s not gonna happen anytime soon

That isn’t the answer you wanted but at least you’re not alone.

Just ignore it. She’ll go away eventually He continues. Or throw some holy water at her You can’t help but smile at his response.

I love you. Never change

Couldn’t even if I tried 😂 And I love you

The three bubble that indicate that he’s typing disappear with no new message. “Fuck,” you groan. It was nice while it lasted. You drop your phone on the bed and roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

You should just listen to him and let it go.

It was just so hard to see a good man go through that.

You don’t mean to but you must have fallen asleep because you wake up to a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. You gasp sitting up, hoping for…

“Stevie?” You frown, looking down at the blond attempting to still curl around you.

“‘M sorry, princess. Didn’t mean to wake you up. You just looked so comfortable,” he trails making you smile and lay back down with him.

“Where’s Peggy?” You ask, turning to face him. His fresh scent over powers Bucky’s making you feel like you’re in a foreign environment.

“Took her home after we finished shopping.” He lets out a satisfied hum as you run your fingers through his hair.

“What time time is it?”

“Almost 5,” Steve mutters, making himself comfortable.

“Ugh,” you groan. You’d been out for almost two hours. “I need to go home.”

“Stay. Please,” Steve whispers. You know he’s out the second the last word left his lips. You give him a small smile.

“Anything, Stevie,” you whisper continuing you card through his hair. Continuing to be his safe space. You could do that for him. You could be there when it fell apart. You could catch him like he caught you.

You curl into his embrace and let sleep take you once again.

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[petboymart]

Imagine this, you don’t have any pets yet due to you just never getting any motivation to go and look even if you’re friends bugged you so much to go, yes you thought of having one but felt like when the time is right it’ll happen…..like now

You’re on your afternoon jog, which only fic me will ever do cause I’m fictionally responsible like that😭, and this day you decide to go more through the main streets a couple blocks away and unknowingly pass a box that says free, which has cuddled up puppy Miya twins looking at everyone passing by in hopes that they’ll take both in

Osamu thought nothing of you at first since he was busy trying to lock eyes with another to acknowledge them while Atsumu went wide eyed and crawled out his box watching you stop and take your breathe, heart fluttering when you smile and greet someone on a bike, Osamu then comes behind him asking what he’s looking at before he’s surprised when Atsumu says come on and starts running after you as you start your way back home

Your in your front yard stretching a bit, taking off your shoes and jacket when you hear a whine behind you, you quickly turn and see Atsumu over the gate watching you with curious hopeful eyes and then to Osamu coming up next to him huffing carrying their box that they were in, I just sobbed at this picture in my head, you cautiously approach the puppies as they watch your every move, you lean over the gate to see what the box says and realization finally clicks, both boys tails tuck when they see it as so many times have people looked at them in wonder and once they saw that they were free see it as they were troublemakers and leave them alone back in the box, you giggle explaining that you’d always would wait on the right time to find a pet for yourself but it seems fate had other plans and had them find me which I’m not complaining, you slowly reach over to pet their heads, their tails slowly wagging. You then ask are you sure you two want me which shocks the puppies to say you’d want both of us??, you nod opening the gate they walk in slowly up until you three are in the house.

You pamper them their first day making them sport wet wobbly smiles at finally finding someone for them after so long. The immediate bonds you three develop is so cute, like Atsumu and occasionally Osamu join you in your jog now and you teach Osamu about cooking, the late night snacks/movie you three have. You help both fit in to pet life and laugh whenever they start to play fight over everything. The way they both just start scenting you when you come back home from somewhere since they grew very attached and protective of you, they follow you everywhere if they can.

I also see them not really liking the park too much since other pets come up and greet you or ask for pets, mostly Atsumu pouting about it there while Osamu doesn’t like it at all also, knows he’ll just wash away all their dirty scents off you when you three get home.

And why do I picture them just staring at either your boobs or butt just poking them to see them jiggle as you all lay and cuddle. Anyways life with both puppies is heaven especially when things start to get hot 🥵, like when both have you bent over something as they slobber and slurp your weeping cunt, the feeling of two excited mouths on your- 🤚🏻 imma need a shower and to touch some grass

y’all are really out here doing my job better than me- up in my ask box writing one of the most adorable drabbles ever omg

when i pictures them in the box my heart just broke because i imagined them (especially atsumu) perking up and getting so exited at the people who pass by, only to deflate when they walk away, but they try not to let it show because they want people the think they’re cute, happy puppies (T^T) then just crying tears of joy when you accept and adopt both of them

i just can’t- they’re so precious

-eden<3

[chickawah23]

I'm also honestly at the point where I'm so freakin tired of their "will they won't they" engagement shizz. It's getting sooo repetitive. I just want her to get it over with if she pushes through with her lavender marriage. It will create a buzz, then eventually the general public (not the swifties) would not care afterwards. Also for my own selfish take, so I can finally get off-board the dream of Taylor coming out at her prime. Not to say that she can't come out as bi while being married, but you know it's gonna be different. I love her so much and will continue to support/watch her journey (not as closely anymore tho if this is the path she's gonna take), but please.. this push and pull.. I want to be free from this. I want to know if I should move on or not.. (again sorry, this is mostly my selfish desire as a fan. She doesn't owe us anything at all.).. Am I a bad fan for thinking that? I guess it's more of a personal choice for my mental health as a queer fan 😭

I hear you anon. I am tired too. I also imagine taylor is tired. I don’t think she expected to have to re-record her masters when she made her original coming out plans. Everything she has done since then has honestly felt like she just said eff it I don’t care anymore and handed over controls to her team and is just doing the re-recordings and just giving the bare minimum amount of effort that she can get away with marketing wise. The energy from her since the tail end of Lover into folklore to the present has consistently been “I don’t know and I don’t care.” It reminds me of when she said she got to a point awhile back where she just needed to step away and she just asked her team to step in. This feels the same way.

So if she does go the marriage route and just stops really talking about her personal life then it is what it is. I feel like she has a plan. Or an end goal that she’s willing to follow the flow to reach. And everyone on her team knows that end goal and is helping her get there.

My digression: She could’ve so easily avoided so much of this discourse by admitting some of her songs were queer but saying she was inspired by conversations with her queer friends and reading queer stories over the years because she wanted to be a better ally. And in doing so she learned that as an ally she can show that love can exist in many forms and through many lenses because it is universal. Like it’s the easiest way to continue to write about things and not have people speculate about your sexuality and also appear to the public to be a full time advocate by telling queer stories in a universal way. Which would push back homophobic fans. This would be perfect especially if she was going with the not sharing from my real life narrative putting her feelings and experiences into fictional characters. Like it is the easiest lie that doesn’t isolate fans and also slows down speculation until you’re ready to tell you truth, if ever. And it also sets her up to secure her beards by saying I didn’t realize why those stories resonated with me so much until I fell in love with a person who just so happens to be a woman. She could say “I don’t like labels because I don’t think love likes living in a box. It wants the freedom to come and go as it pleases. And when it comes I would be foolish to let a label stop me for exploring it or recognizing it and choosing to foster it.” Yadda yadda yadda

[ginjointsintheworld]

I know 3x11 is a fandom favorite and 4x3 is also loved because it’s pretty much got everything but do you have any other favorite leyren episodes or moments? I love the scene in 3x13 where Leyla smiles the second Lauren walks through the door and I’ve always wondered what happened after Lauren admitted her love. It was such a tender declaration and Lauren was so nervous, I hate that the only other time she said it on screen was during their breakup because Lauren doesn’t seem like the kind to say it lightly. I also love the rooftop scene in 4x2 even though Leyla meeting everyone was mostly a montage. They were so happy and peaceful in early season 4 and I just want them to get back to that :(

tbh i could keysmash word vomit about any of their scenes. i love all their episodes/moments because each one holds it's own significance and weight within their story. i've always felt like all the scenes leyren had were all written very purposefully and it's why their progression in s3 worked so well and only felt slightly rushed near the tail end of the season.

mannnn lauren's i love you scene was written so well for who they are as a couple. lauren coming home from work, confessing her feelings in the most dramatic and emotional but so achingly sincere way while leyla's brain tries to catch up with what the hell is happening but getting there in the end. and lauren literally putting down her backpack as she's figuratively putting down her baggage in front of leyla!!! i know, it makes me sad too that they never really said 'love you' beyond that because it's one of those casual displays of affection that show the intimacy between a couple. actually it's one of the things i love about maya and carina on station 19, how often they say it to each other.

we gotta keep the good vibes that they'll get back to their dumb puppy love blissful happiness eventually anon 😭