#if he says no i can go to the beach and throw rocks as hard as i can until i feel better

[paddooo]

Absolutely paralyzed with fear

[hyukaslvr]

strong enough | J. Jungkook (3)

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pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

genre/tags: idol! Jungkook, idol! reader, idiot exes to lovers, slow burn ; k-drama feels (our beloved summer but not at the same time), angst, drama, fluff, smut

warnings: foul/explicit language, alcohol consumption, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters, panic attacks, reader is harsh towards Jungkook, Jungkook is a meanie! smut, oral sex Jungkook makes your squirt, public(?) sex, teasing, pet names; baby, love, bunny, good girl, princess. facesitting, fingering, i think that’s all!

w.c: aproxx 10.2k

series summary: you and Jungkook have too many personal problems, during and after your relationship and it keeps getting brought up. you both had tried multiple times to ignore the fact you were both struggling mentally and physically due to your workplace, but you always run back to each other. maybe one day, one day you'll get back to each other, with all your problems handled, maybe not. all you want is for him to shine like he always does, all he wants is you.

a/n at very bottom!

you felt breathless as you stared at your ex, the one you’ve been trying to distance yourself away from for months because you have problems. yet, he keeps ending up in front of you looking like he was going to devour you from below. Jungkook would always treat you right, letting you tangle his hair or slap his arms and face when he teases you. he will do anything for you.



“friends? i mean, we could just talk occasionally but i really think you should sit right about now-”

at that, you leaned in, kissing him hard. you tilted your head to kiss him from a better angle, you cupped your favorite cheeks to pull and squish, gasping at the feeling of him wrapping his arms around your waist as you make out with him passionately. you practically whine when he pulls away to speak again, your lips chasing after his desperately.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby, don’t you understand? you won’t regret being my friend,” you can hear in his tone that he’s playing with you, knowing you guys won’t ever be fine as friends, but you get to fuck this beautiful being below you, who you have hard as a rock below you just from kissing you.

“Jungkook- touch me!” you say, slightly rubbing yourself against his hard on, letting yourself take control as you grab the hair on the back of his head.

“sit on my face, princess, pretend its a pretty throne to get your juices on,”

the sight between your legs should be in a museum, specifically painted with oil pastels to really bring out the glossy shine of Jungkook’s sweaty forehead while he continues to eat you out from below. his hand held tightly around your thighs, not letting your go anywhere but on his tongue fucking deep in you and his nose rubbing your clit over and over again just how you like it. you wanted to scream, rip his hair out of his head between your fingers as you tug on it between every thrust of his tongue.

you grinded down on his tongue and nose, letting yourself feel and deserve everything his pretty mouth was giving you at night at the beach on a blanket from a random car Jungkook picked you up in after sneaking you out of your dorm. how did you get here? you thought as your legs started to tremble, Jungkook feeling your legs squeeze slightly against his head as he moans at the feeling of being squished by your juicy thighs.

“oh fuck!” you whined, throwing your head back as his slaps your tits slightly and his mouth leaves your heat. his face was covered in your juices when you looked down, a glossy smirk appeared on his face as his hands push your legs up and he pushes you back on your back in a smooth movement, “making me scream in the middle of the beach, huh? how fucking cheesy,” you growl, he spreads your legs open hard at your words. he shoves his body between your legs and forces them to hang off his shoulders.

“watch your tone, baby,” he warns, licking around his lips to taste you some more, you whimper at the sight of his swollen lips and his tongue that was just deep inside of you. “what do you want me to do to you, my love? i’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” he says lowly, leaning down into your ear as his hard on presses against your heat once again.

“fingers! use your fingers on me,” you moan out as Jungkook’s hands creep down to the sides of your thighs and squeezes them between his palm. one of his hands slides between your thighs and onto your heat. he doesn’t even bother to mention how wet you were, you feel the slick on your inner thighs. he begins to slide a finger in, curling it up and hitting your sweet spot before pulling back out and adding another.

he does this until 4 of his fingers are fucking into you, he whispers sweet nothings into you ears as you squirm underneath him. you gripped the back of his neck forcing him to come down to your lips, kissing you with passion and lust as he picks up his speed, ramming his finger deep into you in a quick speed.

“you love my fucking long fingers, don’t you? taking them like a good girl, baby. they fit your slutty hole perfectly,” he speaks against your lips, making you shiver as the warm bubbles appear in your stomach again, signaling your release, “you gonna come, baby? i can feel your insides gripping the shit out of my fingers, dirty girl,” he growls as his fingers reach places yours could never in you.

“Jungkook! baby- i can’t-”

“fucking take my fingers, sweetheart, you can fucking do it. come all over them, make me proud as always,” and that did it for you, you gasped for air as all your senses raised as everything tight you were holding released, letting your hips grind against his hand as he moans at the feeling of your insides clenching on his soaked fingers.

“such a dirty mouth,” you shiver in his arms, he holds you with his chin on your top of your head. he hums in agreement and you giggle in response, taking his tattooed hand into yours as your trace the letters on his knuckles.

“after this, we can do whatever you would like starting now on. if you want me, i’m here. if want me to comfort you, i’m here. if you want me away from you, i’ll distance myself. whatever you want, baby, i’m all yours,” Jungkook says, and you know he means it by the way he looks at you, trying to search your eyes to make sure you’re doing okay and understanding him. the things Jungkook will do for you, and only you.

“when will i see you again?” you duck your head into the car window to speak to Jungkook better as the night became morning quicker than expected, car horns can be heard all across the city. he bites his lip ring in thought, you wanted to roll your eyes because youu couldn’t tell if he was acting like he didn’t know his own schedule for the next week.

“you wanna see me that bad again, darling?” he lets go of his ring with a pop from his lips before his mouth curves into a smirk, knowing he has an affect on you. your face flushes, rolling your eyes to try dismissing the fact he made you all flustered, “i don’t think i’m busy this weekend, but maybe i’ll see you around, sweets. maybe i’ll come visit you during my free time,”

“maybe, and- um, thank you. thank you, Jungkook,”

“for what?” even you had to think about it, why were you thanking him? you bit your lip, slipping your head out from the rolled down window, and saying goodbye to Jungkook quickly before it gets any brighter out.

you obviously knew you were being confusing. first, you didn’t want anything to do with Jungkook. then, you have that talk with him. now, you just got home from getting two blissful orgasms taking out of you at a beach in the middle of the night by him. you wanted to process things but you just know you’ve gone too far and too distracted from you mission. your mission to stay away from Jungkook as much as you can.

usually, you would ask what to do after that; especially after he said he would willingly be anything to be around you, even being your friend; a friend that can fuck you, that is.

“i’m going to let things flow the way they should, if something happens it does,” you finish to your therapist, you couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or worried for you by the look on her face. either way, she sat up straight and began to talk.

“what do you want? Jungkook wants to be in your life, just even the slightest. he’s letting you go, ‘hey! back off, no more,’ or he’s letting you openly have sex with him as a ‘friend’,”

“maybe it’s not just about sex! we dated for awhile, it’s hard to let someone go like that,” you ponder, picking at the skin around your nails before your therapist reaches out for your hands.

she takes a deep breath, then speaks again, “the whole reason for no contact was for you to figure out yourself and let yourself heal before you help him with anything. being just friends is even a hard task because he’s still just Jungkook in your eyes. do you think your ready for any of this? i know it’s been 6 months but, are you sure your willing to bring down that wall you built up for yourself in the process of healing?” you now know why people say words can sting like knives, you didn’t even notice the tears prickling down your face until you felt the comfort of your therapists thumbs rubbing the back of your hands.

“i don’t know what i want, all i want is him. i only want Jungkook, there’s no one else for me. he knows me so well,”

“but does he? can he tell like i can tell that you aren’t sure you want this? i think, there’s way more than just Jungkook out there for you. he may have been a big part of your life, but feeling like you can’t handle yourself or your relationship is not worth it, i promise you,”

what does this mean for you? should you just go home and some how manage to contact you beloved ex that you can no longer do this after only a day of doing “this” because of your selfish reasons? but then again, is it really selfish?

no, it’s not. but maybe you’re going to fast.

a/n: ARGHH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG😔 i’m so caught up in life and work and school and repeat. i’m trying to write again slowly, i have a couple drafts i wanna post in between episodes so maybe ill have my followers vote for what they want to see next! i love you all, thank you for being so sweet and patient💜

tags: @loumin908 @heartjiminnie @cuntessaiii @parkinglot-nights @minsoa97kor @jksgirlfrl @lavendersugarplum @gaebestie @whoa-jo @kp0pficdump @yunholuv @skzthinker @shwkoqp18 @veemegatron @kaiparkerwifes @alextgef @nerdycheol @nightappple @nlr1606 @chl0buggy @kookieandjoonberries @dna-black-and-blue @jk97bam

[honkytonk-hangman]

Big Girl

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake Seresin doesn't believe you should hide your light under a bushel, no.

Notes: Just a lil drabble i've been working on. I just think Jake would be the kinda guy who loves his girl to be big and loud and successful!!!!!!! ty to @roleycoleyland for being my rock the past few months holy gosh this one's for you bbyyy!!!! &lt;3

Masterlist

“It’s a deployment, Samuel! It’s not like I have a choice!” you hiss, before closing your eyes and trying to get a hold of yourself. Afterall, it's not as though you and your boyfriend were in the comfort of your apartment. No, he’d decided to start this argument in the parking lot of the damn Hard Deck.

“Having a choice has nothing to do with it. You want to go, that's the real issue here!” Sam all but spits at you. You reel back, and throw your hands up in exasperation.

“So what if I do?! This is a big deal for me! This is a big deal for my career! I should be allowed to be excited about that!” you insist. Sam rolls his eyes at you and scoffs.

“Oh, there you go again! It’s always got to be about you and your big career, right?! Can’t let anything come before that!”

“That isn’t fair,” you lower your voice, and try to keep it from wobbling. “I have tried so hard to make sure you know you’re equally as important to me, but that was never going to work, was it?” Your voice does break a little this time, and you suck in air as you cross your arms over your chest and take a step back from him.

“You have decided from day one that you feel inferior, and you are never going to let me forget it! I have done everything to show you otherwise but you won’t let it be enough! You don’t want to change, you want me to change.” you probably shouldn’t let all of this air out in the parking lot of your favourite local bar, but you can’t stop yourself now, and the words tumble from your mouth faster than you can think things through. “I have tried to put myself in the box that makes you comfortable, but the truth is that I’m too big for it, I'm never going to stop being too big, so I’m never going to fit your stupid box!”

The two of your stare at one another for a few moments, you huffing tearily, and Sam staring at you in what looks like disgust. At last he scoffs again, and looks away from you, off toward the beach before he pulls out his car keys.

“Good luck with your big career.” he says mirthlessly, and you shut your mouth, swallowing hard as he climbs back in his car, giving you only seconds to step out of the way before he’s throwing it in reverse.

Suddenly you’re standing alone in the parking lot, blinking at the space where your probably-now-ex boyfriend just was. You don’t feel regret, exactly, but you do feel a deep sense of disappointment pulse through you. It’s not like you didn't mean everything you said, but you wonder if perhaps you might’ve said it differently.

Before you can get too far feeling sad though, a righteous kind of anger takes you over and you kick into action, stomping inside the bar and pushing through the busy crowd. When you order a straight bourbon, Penny frowns at you, and you know your eyes must be all red and glassy, but she doesn’t ask you, simply gives you her kindest smile and slides your glass towards you.

You down it quickly, and take a few deep breaths, hoping the alcohol might steel you some more, but it frustrates you to find your tears have started leaking, and you angrily wipe at them with the back of your hand.

“I don’t mean to pry…” a voice, somewhat familiar, sounds from next to you, making you turn. You’re slightly startled to find one of the pilots you’ve seen around base leaning casually against the bar. You know him to be a TOPGUN graduate, like yourself, but you’d never spoken before, let alone shared the sky. Hangman, you remember suddenly, and square your shoulders somewhat. It was coming back to you now. He had a bit of a reputation.

“I happened to arrive at the same time as you… couldn’t help but overhear all the commotion,” he speaks like he finds it all rather funny, but straightens up and clears his throat when you can’t help but look away from him, struggling to blink back tears. Dropping all pretence, he stops leaning and steps in a little closer with a frown on his face.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I wasn’t tryna’...” he trails off once more and you suck in a deep breath as you try to calm down.

Embarrassment lances through you, and you mostly just wish Hangman will leave you alone completely, but he doesn’t. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him shuffle on his feet in a manner you hadn’t been able to imagine him doing before now, and you try to get ahold of yourself.

Hangman seems to watch you for a beat before his demeanour changes up and he ducks his head down to catch your attention.

“For the record, if you hadn’t of said any of that, I might’ve,” His voice is somewhat humorous again, but this time it’s like he’s trying to make you laugh, which, caught off guard by his words, you do. You sneak a glance over at him, not feeling so intimidated anymore, and you almost laugh again to see him look so proud.

You watch as Hangman flags down Penny once more, ordering you another round and a beer as you use a napkin to blot at your face discreetly. When he looks back at you, his expression is much more intent than you’re fully comfortable with.

“Don’t you ever let some guy put you in a box, alright?” he tells you like it’s an order. It takes you a moment, but eventually you find yourself nodding at his words, not bothering to hide your surprise. The little you knew of this man was that he was prickly at most, and a complete asshole at worst, so his almost angry words in your defence take you off guard.

He stares at you until he seems satisfied you’ve heard him, and then his shoulders sag just a little and his expression softens.

“Find someone who’ll love that bigness, alright?” he says after a moment, before clearing his voice and straightening up once again as your drinks are delivered. Your cheeks want to warm in embarrassment at his referencing your little speech outside, but then he’s taking his beer with a thanks to Penny, and gesturing blindly toward you.

“Put her drinks on my tab tonight, alright?”

He doesn’t give you time to protest before he’s pushed away from the bar and disappeared into the bustling crowd of patrons.

The next time you see Hangman, his sudden appearance is just as unexpected as the first time, and just as welcome. You’re in a bar again, of course, only this time halfway around the world and thankfully, not crying. Your squad had a limited amount of shoreleave, so you were making the most of it while you could, before you needed to be back on base in the morning.

You hear a loud cheer from somewhere by the pool tables and glance over your shoulder toward where most of the Navy personnel had gathered, but you can’t see much aside from a few new faces. You assume they must be the other squad that Roukie had mentioned were passing through, but you’re quickly distracted again by the bartender coming your way.

Just as your server begins moving away to sort out your rather large order, you feel a hand at your back, quickly followed by the materialisation of a uniformed man beside you, his massive grin and sparkling green eyes flashing as a welcomed sight to your slightly hazy mind, and you let out a gentle sound of excitement as you turn to greet him properly.

“Hangman!” you exclaim, feeling only a little funny about being so happy to see him when you don’t even know him that well. Hangman thinks little of it, his smile turning brighter, more genuine as he eases into a lean against the bar, mirroring the last time you saw him, all cool and casual confidence as he nods towards you.

“How’s my Big Girl?” he asks, eyes crinkling in the corners. You can’t help but let out a laugh, but force yourself to look away from him for a second and pray to any god listening that he can’t tell how flustered you are.

“I think this is the first time in history a man has said that to a grown woman and isn’t going to get gut punched for it.” you deflect from the barrel rolls your stomach is doing. He chortles, and settles in even closer to you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Well?” he prods, still staring at you even as the bartender returns, and you go to pay for your round, only to have Hangman push your outstretched hand away and hand over his own card instead. “Come on now, don’t keep me waitin’,” he says with playful sternness, and your already two-drinks deep mind can’t help but give in, and you begin gushing about your deployment so far, a few of the assignments you’d gotten to do, and some of the achievements you’d earned. Hangman stays staring at you through it all even as you gesticulate wildly as you speak or describe manoeuvres, and you’re so invested in your story telling that you barely register how or when you’d both moved back over to the surrounds of the pool table, where you assume Hangman had circulated the round you’d (he’d) bought all the while still listening to you talk.

You must be four or five drinks down when you at last come to a stop, giggling a small amount at the tail end of your last story. The sun has well and truly set now and you’re crammed in one side of a sticky pleather booth, Hangman on the other. You realise then, that you must have been talking for over an hour, probably much more.

“I’m sorry, that was so much!” you say, bashfully ducking your head a little. Hangman cocks his head at you, a wry smile pulling at his lips as he watches you fiddle with your drinks coaster.

“I know what I asked for.” he tells you with an assuredness you can’t question, and even as you glance away from him to catch yourself, his attention remains on you. You have to blame your four or five, maybe six drinks for the next words out of your mouth.

“You know, I don’t think you’re an asshole at all,” you declare, face growing hot when Hangman lets out a surprised, but amused bark of laughter, but doesn’t question your statement.

“Oh, is that right?” he asks instead, leaning forward like he’s very much intrigued by this assertion. “What am I then?”

You think he’s teasing you, but again, you can’t really help what comes out of you, and you draw your arm up onto the table to rest your head in your palm, and blink back at him slowly.

“Pretty, for the most part.” you tell him, trying to suppress a sudden yawn. Hangman's laugh is less boisterous this time, more of a chuckle really, and you find that your blinking has slowed even more, longer pauses between closing your eyes and opening them.

When you startle back awake some seconds later, you think you might’ve just fallen asleep, but you see that Hangman is watching you softly again, and you can’t help but smile as your eyes flitter shut once again. Warm hands guide you to your feet moments, maybe hours later, but when you pull back at the grasping, a soft shushing joined by a gentle voice lulls you back into sleep.

“Alright, Big Girl lets get you home.”

[writingwarden]

Hiiiiiii!! Logan's been taking over my brain alot lately.

I was thinking what if reader is the one to save him from Rorke?

[A/N]- YEP. Took this one and R A N across the field with it. Enjoy!

Logan Walker x Reader

Cracks in the Glass

TW- being stabbed, torture, physically fighting to blow off steam, blood, minor and Major character death (not Reader or Walker brothers), Canon typical violence, revenge, verbal fighting, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count- 6.5k

Callsign-COBRA

Sand and blood cake onto any uncovered skin it can reach. A series of explosions rouses you from your sleep, pain blooming from your lower abdomen. From the ground where you lay flat on your stomach, gear digging uncomfortably into your skin, you raise your head enough to see through blurred eyes three figures. Two sitting against a rock and one walking towards where they sat.

Where were you?

Oh fuck right, Rorke. Checkmate. Hesh and Logan!

Slowly and painfully you force your limbs to move, crawling to the figures who were sitting down. A coughing fit wrecks through your body, blood splattering the sand beneath you. What the fuck? Dragging your body up onto its knees, arms barely holding the weight. A slow glance down reveals a deep stab wound, the knife still embedded in your body, right above the hip bone. Muscle and skin shredded from the serrated blade Rorke had plunged into you in the struggle that had occurred after he shot Hesh and tried to go after Logan.

Blood congealed with the sand, hardening into a crude sludge around the blade, at least you wouldn’t bleed out as fast. Another yell rings out from in front of you.

“Cobra!” Hesh’s voice reaches your ears. Looking up, Hesh was trying to sit up further against the rock, the gunshot wound preventing him from running to you or Logan. The third figure was getting closer. The closer they got, the more pronounced their limp was. Was that… fuck!

Pointing past Hesh to where Logan lay sprawled on the sand, “Hesh look!” you call out. Hesh looks over just in time to see Rorke knock the knife out of Logan’s hand, his boot pinning the other man’s arm into the sand. Hesh makes a frantic scurry to get Rorke off of Logan, but Rorke kicks him away.

More explosions shake the ground. You can see Rorke’s mouth moving, see him getting in Logan’s face. Another surge of adrenaline courses through your veins. With the last of your energy, you pull the knife from your stomach. Arms shaking and vision blurring once again, you throw the knife, Logan's name escaping your mouth. There was just enough force in the throw to graze Rorke’s arm, he stops talking and whips his head around to stare directly into your eyes. You swear there was amusement written across his features as he stands and begins shuffling towards you.

“Well would you look at that! The snake still has fangs!” He stands over you, “You may be as promising one day as Logan.” The sing-song tone when he says Logan's name makes your blood run cold. You wish you had a gun or anything to wound the monster in front of you. But you wouldn’t get the chance, a heavy kick to your stomach has you falling back down, screams ripping from your throat. Laughter from above you as your vision clouds with black spots. You knew you were going to pass out.

Words were being spoken to you but they were hard to make out over the pounding in your head. “...ever again, Cobra.” Another kick and your consciousness fades away, the sounds of Hesh screaming for his brother the last thing you hear.

– — —-

You were met with a screaming match as you entered the war room.

It has been a week since Logan was taken and you and Hesh had been rescued from the beach. This was the first time out of the medical wing since then. They had been forced to lock both of you in a private hospital room with guards posted outside of the door. You had fought the nurses as they tried to help you, your mind having not been in the right state. All you knew was that your Logan had been taken by the very man that was supposed to have died on that train. They had been forced to sedate you before they could help fix the various injuries you had acquired in your adrenaline fueled revenge.

The nurse told you the extent of your injuries after you had calmed down. The grand total was two broken ribs, the stab wound, and a concussion. She had said how lucky you were to have only gotten those injuries multiple times, but you sure as hell didn’t feel lucky.

Coming back into the land of the living you had been surprised to see Hesh in the same room. What was even more of a surprise was that you had both been handcuffed to your beds! Soon you learned they had to do almost the same thing to contain him. Except this time Merrick had to tackle him back onto the stretcher, while you only required being held down.

Man, had Merrick and Keegan ripped you both a new one. For your reckless actions to your fighting the nurses. Every conversation since had everyone either walking on eggshells or ready to tear each other apart.

He had tried to leave right after that but had been stopped by the two soldiers that had been tasked with being your “guards”. All they did was stand in front of the door and occasionally helped the nurses.

Hesh was the more defiant of you two. He wouldn’t settle, the only thought on his mind was once again Rorke and rescuing his brother. Finding Rorke, Killing Rorke, Burning Rorke’s body after dumping an entire magazine into the body, never letting Logan out of either of your sights. He was restless. They eventually had to cuff him again to the bed to stop him from aggravating his gunshot wound further, you were behaving enough that they didn’t feel you needed to join him in his “imprisonment”.

“It’s bullshit, Cobra.” He kept saying. Loathing the fact they weren’t letting either of you out, “We should be out there looking for him!” or “We’ll get him back.” Words spit with venom and promise. The terms bull-headed and impulsive were thrown back at him several times.

Your own anger had been barely contained. You shoved it into a glass box, not hiding it or burying it, but putting it on display. Crystal clear glass revealing the hatred inside of it like an art museum would display a delicate artefact. You knew that one of you had to appear level headed or they would never let you out to search for him. They would deem you both unstable and unfit for any further duty. And you couldn’t have that; Not yet. After you had rescued Logan and ensured his safety, they could all go to hell for any matter. But only after you healed and Logan was safe with you and Hesh.

And reality was that neither of you were in any shape to fight. While medical technology had improved drastically, there was only so much they could do for a stab wound and gunshot. And Merrick had told you they were doing their best to find him with the extremely limited information they had. The federation had been scattered in the wind after the last attack. Information had become even less reliable than before.

Hesh had picked the locks on his handcuffs if the bent paper clip and missing man were anything to go off of when you woke up from your nap.

Which was what brought you limping to the doorway of the war room.

“We need to be out there and looking for him!” Hesh was standing, a crutch supporting him, in front of Merrick, who looked ready to explode.

Merrick clenched his fist where it sat against the table full of maps and files. The radio in the middle of the table, quiet but full of chatter. Location markers and notes had been scribbled all over. Keegan sat at the table, typing furiously at the tablet in his hands. They both looked like you felt.

Looking around the rest of the room you saw that Kick was nowhere to be found. But that was not uncommon, he really liked his solitude. He was probably on the other side of the base.

Looking back over at Keegan, you found him staring at you. Shooting a questioning look at him, hoping to get some answer out of him. His response is an exasperated look and a shrug of the shoulders. Well, that’s always a good sign, You thought frustratedly.

The arguing continued as you walked further into the room, finally standing opposite of the two who remained going back and forth and had yet to notice you. Keegan clears his throat pointedly and they look over, meeting your gaze. Taking advantage of the moment you began, “Care to explain?” You already knew what Hesh was trying to accomplish and you knew exactly what Merrick was trying to reason. You know that both sides had their points, guess it's time to be the mediator. But you knew Hesh was always stubborn, usually to the point that it always ended with a punch being thrown. Which it might. From where you stand, that is what it looks like.

Hesh has a pleading look in his eye as he turns to you, “Cobra you gotta help, we need to be out there! Looking for him!”

Looking from him to Merrick, you motion for him to say his part, “What do you got?”

Merrick sighs loudly; clearly annoyed, “We have a possible lead on one of the Federation colonels who might know where Rorke is hiding. But we don’t know for sure and we can’t just rush in half-cocked!” He shoots a glaring look at Hesh. “We need more time.”

Hesh throws his free hand up, “We don’t have more time to waste!” He opens his mouth to say more when Merrick holds in hand up in a way that told you there would be no room for arguing anymore.

“We have people on the ground, searching,” he says slowly but firmly, like he is trying to drive to point in with a hammer (and you two are the nails), “You two are in no condition to be back in the field.” Hesh moves like he is about to interrupt but Merrick fixes him with a stare. You can see a decision being made behind his eyes. “With your injuries, if we do find him before you are healed you could pose a hindrance to the operation and very well get Logan killed and let Rorke get away. Again.”

Silence overtakes the room. A deathly silence, one only used when mourning the dead or for prayer before the final strike. The radio had faded into nothing behind the previously reigned in rage that was suffocating you. Cracks were forming in the glass, that feral and primal anger rearing its ugly head, bashing it into the material holding it captive.

You know he’s right, this is the rational and secure way to do things. But if you were any more of a suicidal person, you’d be bashing his skull into the edge of the table. Small tremors shake your body where you stand and your fists clench. He was right and you were still acting irrationally. So why did you itch to bury one of your knives into his throat?

In the corner of your eye you see Keegan moving slowly, the tablet on the table and his hand ready to grab the gun from his hip. You needed to defuse this before Hesh gets you both thrown into jail, if the way his shoulders were tensing and his fist was clenching were anything to go off of.

“Hesh… Merrick’s right.” The look Hesh shot in your direction, you could have sworn you had just personally stabbed him. Ignoring the look of betrayal you take a shaky breath in, “We need to be fully functional for any of this to go right. Rorke will get his, but do you think Logan would want us to be killed trying to find him because we wouldn’t listen to orders?” A low blow to bring up Logan in that way again, but hey, when they go low, you grab a shovel and dig a hole in hell.

A moment passes, Hesh now looks like he wants to hit you instead. Let him feel angry at me. You think to yourself, you two could deal with this later. Hell, maybe even brawl to settle it out like old times. The air remains tense but Keegan sits back down, just as carefully as he had stood.

You stare ahead at Merrick as Hesh shoulders forcefully past you and out of the room. You take the shove with grace, not bothering to look back or follow him. You knew exactly where he would be going anyways. Let him have time to cool down before you approach him again.

You stand there staring ahead as Merrick sits down in the chair next to him. He rubs both hands over his face before addressing you, “Need something, Cobra?”

You hesitate before speaking, trying to find the right questions. “What do we have so far?” is what you settle on. Keegan slides the tablet over to you. The screen shows a list of names and locations. Federation higher ups and high value targets that should be in disarray now. You place the tablet on the table and begin to look over the maps. A talent of yours that made you a great interrogator was your empathy. “If I was a homicidal, revenge led Ghost killer, where would I brainwash the youngest kid of my ex brother-in-arms?” You wonder out loud, missing the weird glance the two men shared. “Somewhere remote,” you think about the habits and patterns Rorke showed, “Somewhere sedimental. I’d want it to bring back memories of betrayal.”

– — —-

The knife split the man's throat open like a hot knife through butter. He had finally given you Rorke's exact location and a pure feral feeling was coursing through your blood. Finally after two months of your Logan being gone, did you have a location.

After being cleared for light work (aka being back in the killing field) after the fight, you had set your heart and soul on gathering information and taking out several high ranking Federation soldiers. Each had crack eventually under your carefully sharpened knives. Interrogation had been a skill that had come naturally to you. It was an art, one that you had perfected quickly.

It was the skill that had landed you a spot on Ghost Team. Elias had chosen you along with the brothers. He cited your skills and bond you had from a childhood growing up with the brothers as his reason for bringing you along. He claimed you kept them levelled and that the damn near telepathic bond you had with Logan made you valuable on Ops. Which was true; your parents had been close friends of Elias, which made you best friends with the Walker boys by default.

Hesh was the most outgoing of the trio. Always talking to new people and preferring to hang out at the more crowded skate parks. He’d drag you and Logan everywhere and who were you two to deny him? He was a guardian to you until you had physically outgrown him by becoming a full two inches taller than him. Something he still had yet to “forgive” you for.

But it was Logan that you had really clicked with. The boy was of very few words; a selective mute. But that did not hinder your ability to communicate, a mix of sign language and your own secret nonverbal language. Which mainly consisted of micro expressions and body language. You two could hold an entire conversation with just your eyes. It had always confused the hell out of the rest of your squads.

And so what if you had come to have feelings for the youngest Walker? It feels as natural as an ocean wave crashing onto a sandy beach. You had planned on never telling him, or hell, maybe you would have in due time. But now that he had been taken before you could confess, you were damned sure that the moment he was safe and healing was the moment you’d tell him. You would get to tell him, damn it all, even if you had to drag his ass back into the land of the living with your bare hands.

A hand on your shoulder pulled you back into the present. “Cobra, we need to get going.” Hesh said quietly. Suddenly aware that you had been staring holes into the dead body you shrug his hand off your shoulder and turn on your heel. You two still haven’t talked, instead opting to push yourselves further into training, into becoming stronger. He threw himself and sometimes Riley into working out. Often you would find him running the track in the middle of the night. Some nights you’d join him. Others you’d slink off into the range. Forcing yourself to become better with both gun and knife. The conversation had yet to be had and it was eroding at the years of being a perfect pair- trio. There were three of you and you’d be dead before you’d let that change.

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you look up to see the rest of the team waiting for you by the doors of the old house you had dragged the Federation soldier into.

Looking to where Merrick stood, his stance told you he expected you to say something. “So I was right. You know for such a violent brainwashed bastard he sure is sedimental.”

You had been right in your guess. He would hold Logan at the old jungle compound where the Federation had broken Rorke and twisted him into their own personal ghost hunter. But that place had been raided and every one of the enemy personnel had either been killed or thrown into prison. As far as anyone knew, it was abandoned. It was too little of a possible reward to venture that far into the jungle. Oh what fools you were to hope otherwise.

A groan and nod were Merrick’s answer. I was really hoping you weren't.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean, they torched the place after. I can’t imagine much of it still stands. Son of a bitch.”

“Yeah…” You let the implications of everything you had just learned sink in. Eyes meet with Hesh’s, no words are spoken but an agreement is made. That barely closed glass box of rage continues to crack. Just got to hold it together, just a little while longer. One foot in front of the other, Cobra.

– — —

The foliage is thick as you creep closer to your designated position. The sounds of the forest and chatter of Federation soldiers deafened by the leafy canopies above your heads. Keegan leads the way, revenge and relief are now so close at hand. But you have to start the plan before anything else can happen. Two months of searching, you can Not fuck this up, Logan’s life depends on it. Depends on You and Hesh to keep your cool long enough to complete your tasks and locate the pit he would no doubt be in.

Keegan holds his hand up, telling you to halt. Flexing your fingers where they lay on your rifle, ready to fire at a moment's notice. The moment passes before he’s motioning to keep moving.

As you resume your walk, Hesh slides up next to you, footsteps falling in time with your own. “We still in agreement on what happens when we find him?” His voice is low, still as tense as it had been since the beach.

You glance up at Keegan, who you know is listening, before you respond just as quietly. “I get first blows while you secure Logan. Then you get the killing blow while Keegan keeps overwatch. I haven't forgotten, David.” The words come out harsher than they were meant to but again, that's how most of the words from your mouth had sounded recently.

Hesh doesn't respond, usually his first name gets a rise out of him. A true testament to how he's feeling right now. Silence takes over again as your group keeps marching on.

The next few minutes are a blur as Ghost team and Marines descend on the compound. Body after body falls as you push in. Sinking into your mind further and further as bullets zip past you. One even grazing your ear but it only serves to piss you off more. That glass box has burst open, red rage flowing out, drowning anything in its path.

You'd imagine Hesh is feeling the same, watching him sink a knife into a federation soldier as your group rounds a corner.

Finally you come to it, the courtyard with a single hole dug in the earth. Logan was in it. Your shoulder aches from the recoil of your rifle, fingers numb. But it doesn't matter.

Your team makes quick work of the enemies that attempt to stop you. Clearing the surrounding areas, your Marines holding position in each entrance. Looking up to the exposed second floor you see Keegan’s team.

Your radio crackles as Keegan’s voice comes through, “Eyes on Logan, proceed with caution. Rorke's got a gun to his head.”

Your eyes lock with Hesh's. Then you're moving, rushing forward to the hole, fingers on the trigger. Skidding to a stop above it, the sight inside damn near breaks you right there.

Logan on his back, caked in blood, dirt, and who knows what else as Rorke stands with his foot planted on his chest, pistol pointing at Logan's head. The sick motherfucker has a smile on his face, his eyes trained on you and Hesh.

A low growl comes from the man next to you. “It's over Rorke! No escape from here, you son of a bitch.” Hesh calls down. Part of you thinks he's about to abandon the entire plan for dumping all of his ammunition into Rorke. But he doesn't.

“You know,” the monster below you begins to drawl, like this was a normal conversation, “I didn't expect you to make it; the snake, sure. But you,” He points a finger at Hesh, “I expected you to die just like your da-”

A shot rings out, then another as Rorke's hands cease to be connected to his body; Keegan and his partner’s bullets hitting their marks. That was the cue for you two to get on with it.

Jumping into the pit you plant your feet firmly into Rorke's chest, rolling forward off of him as he hits the ground. Turning around you lunge forward on top of Rorke. Rearing your fist back then bringing it down onto his face. Over and over; blow after blow lands on the man who made your life hell. The monster who killed the man that saved you after ODIN, the monster that took and tortured your Logan.

His attempts to fight back are futile, the full front of your rage holding him there. His face becomes unrecognisable by the time Hesh grabs your shoulder. The signal to switch with him. One last punch and you're standing up, swaying on your feet.

Hesh takes your place as you rush over to Logan. Your hands frantically search over his body, cataloguing the visible injuries. Bruises mottle the skin not covered in blood or dirt. His name and promises to help him fall like prayers from your lips.

Finally you place your hands on either side of his face, willing him to look at you. His eyes are swollen and cloudy, no doubt from whatever they drugged him with. It was strange, the way his face was almost completely untouched. But you don't get much time to dwell on it as sharp movements in your peripheral.

Logan’s blood covered hands shoot quickly to your face. Panic in his suddenly clear eyes, the word “Go!” and “Run.” were being silently screamed at you. His mouth moves but only raspy gibberish comes out. You grab his hands as they hold your head, fingers tangling in your hair forcing you to stay looking at him. “Logan! Logan it’s us! We’ve got you, he’s dead. He’s dead!” You are sure that he couldn’t hear you as hysteria begins to creep in.

But the recognition was undeniable, just for a split second before they're rolling back into his head. His body begins convulsing violently as his hands slip from yours. Screams for a medic, for somebody, rip from your throat. One of the medics lands on their knees next to you but you can't move your limbs. All you can do is stare as the seizure happens.

Then hands are pulling you away from him. You fight against them before another pair is wrapping under your arms and pulling more. Someone is screaming your name but it sounds miles away. The only input reaching your mind is the sight of Logan, being surrounded by medics as you are taken further away from where he lies.

The glass box was gone, only shards and small puddles remain. Your mind clears enough to realise that it’s Hesh whose arms are wrapped around your torso, holding you back. Turning around in his grip you shove your entire being to his in a constrictor like hug.

Blood spatters cover every bit of armour and skin he has, the Ghost paint smeared with red. His eyes are wide, feral as he watches the scene now behind you.

Rorke's battered corpse lying behind, riddled with bullet holes from Hesh dumping his entire mag into him was all you could focus on.

Keegan stands over it, looking at his ex brother in arms, eyes blank. Merrick jumps down next to him and delivers a swift kick to the corpse.

– — —

Life continues as normal on base. The only shifts in the routine now were four Ghosts, taking their turns watching over their youngest in the hospital bed he lays.

In the beginning, it was you and Hesh refusing to leave Logan's bedside. Only leaving in shifts to deal with the bare minimum of your duties and body's needs. Eating and sleeping next to him. The hospital staff had dragged in another chair when it was clear neither of you would be leaving.

It was once again Merrick that forced you both away to deal with yourselves. The other three Ghosts had made a deal that there would always be one of them watching over him if you or Hesh couldn't.

And they stayed true to that promise. A knock drags you out of your thoughts. Keegan stands in the doorway, “Come on, it's my turn.” He enters further into the room, a knowing look in his eyes as he takes in your hand holding onto Logan's.

“You did good, kid. He's here and he's not going anywhere till he's better.” His words were meant to sooth but tears sting your eyes. It seems like since you've gotten back that you just can't stop crying.

Reluctantly you let go of Logan's hand and stand up, but your feet don't move. Not until Keegan places his hand on your arm with a promise to get you if anything happens. Then you're walking out the door and down the hallway.

It’s late, nearing midnight as you approach the smaller gym rooms knowing exactly who’s in there at this hour. Ignoring the Private Session sign on the door you enter quietly. Hesh is on the other side, fists slamming into the sandbag. The only greeting you get is a falter in his punches before he's back at it.

Looking over to the benches you see Riley curled up underneath. The dog huffs a greeting as you walk over and sit down. Hands sliding across his fur.

This has been both of your normal nights since Logan was taken and you just couldn't let it go even though he was home safe. The routine is comforting though your body aches from pushing past your limits.

It started with Hesh showing up at your door during the night, dressed in his gym clothes with Riley at his heels. No words were spoken as you invited him in and changed into your own gym attire. The cold air countering the heated anger as you ran around the city.

Then it was that someone had pissed you off enough that you had dragged your body to the gym, intent to hit and throw things until you felt better. But that plan had been ruined by Hesh, who was already there, doing just that.

That's when the first screaming match had happened. And the screaming led to blows being exchanged. The feeling of beating on each other was cathartic.

So it became the routine, if one couldn't sleep then they were to drag the other (who likely wasn't sleeping) from their rooms then either run or spar. No one has stopped this so far, only looked at you with a knowing (disappointed?) look and move on.

The thudding stops and a loud sigh comes from across the room. Looking up just as he crosses the room and slumps on the bench next to you. Exhaustion visibly pulls at him the same way it does on you.

“Feel up for it.” He motions to the mats in the middle of the room. You take note that his hands are bare and bleeding as you shake your head. Instead opting to slide down on the floor and lay flat looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah that's fair. We can do floor time.”

He slides down onto the ground and lays his head next to yours, body laying the other way. Such as most nights, no words are shared. At least for the first hour.

Then he's speaking, “Did I tell you the time he managed to steal one of the neighbours dogs and no one noticed for hours?” You did this often, recounting stories of Logan. Funny, sad, plain boring; it didn't matter. He loved to tell the more calm ones while you opted to spill the hijinks the pair of you committed.

“I don't think I remember that one.” You did but you liked to humour him. He launches into the story, talking with his hands in the air, you laugh and make comments.

“You should have seen the proud look dad had while Logan apologised. I swear the lady's head was gonna explode, she was so red!” he laughs through the words.

You look up at him, “Yeah, that tracks. You and your dad were always enabling our bullshit.”

He lets out a slow sigh and lets the buzz of the overhead lights and occasional footsteps fill the space. You were content to let them do so but there was eating at your thoughts.

“I love him.” You had told him before in a fit. He had barely understood you the first time you said it, had been borderline hysterical, expecting him to hate you. “I know” he had said. Called you right stupid for not saying it sooner.

His hand appears in the air above your face and you're too tired to care as he brings it down and palms your entire face, like something straight out of Alien. He shakes your head back and forth before he lets go. “I know, you know you're going to have to tell him eventually, right?”

It was your turn to sigh, “I know, dude. I know.”

– — —

It’s one of those nights where you and Hesh are on watch at the same time. It was rare but it does happen. Logan has been in a medically induced coma for a month now. It's Hesh's turn to go get you both dinner, so you get to take up watch over Logan.

(The eldest brother opted to leave Riley with you. The dog takes up his usual post at the door, ever the guardian.)

Grabbing his hand, something that had become a habit. You start recounting the day's events, another thing you both had taken up. Talking to the sleeping man, telling him the base gossip and telling him how the day went, how Riley and the team are, everything you could think of you talked about.

“Then he made them run laps. He's shaping up nicely for that Captain role he's heading for.” You laugh, explaining how Hesh oversaw today's training. “He gets that promotion and we're set to get away with so much shit, Lo.”

He made no movements, the only sound to respond was the steady beat of the vitals monitor. You let loose a breath and place your head down on the bed next to his hand. “Wake up soon, please.” You plead into dead air, “He needs you. I need you.”

Time passes slowly, Hesh taking his sweet time getting that food. Must be Chilli Night in the mess. That always caused the place to be packed. Your mind wanders all over the place, what was it that one sergeant had said? When was Merrick going to send you back into the field, you were already on borrowed time. A thousand things plague your thoughts; it was beginning to give you a migraine.

The hand in yours twitches. You sit up so fast your back twinges. Ignoring that you stare down at your hand, did you imagine that? “Logan?” You murmur, looking up at his sleeping form and you gasp. His eyes were fluttering open. Standing up you lean over him hopefully, “Logan? You with me?”

Your heart starts racing as those same eyes open and land on you. Reaching up to hold his face but you're interrupted by a harsh grip on your arm. “Lo?” You ask shakily, staring at the place he has in his grasp.

“R-run!” The word was urgent, the beeping of the heart monitor became louder, quicker. Fear shines brightly through his eyes as they dart around the room, underlined with confusion.

You grip over his hand, “No no no, Logan you're safe! We're home!” His fingers dig into your skin as he starts shaking. With fear that he is going to start having another seizure you turn your head around to call for help. But you're met with the frozen forms of Hesh and Merrick standing in the doorway.

Quickly you call to him, “Get help!” Your voice was high, panic beginning to creep in. The trays fall out of his hands as he steps back out and starts shouting for help. Merrick starts for the bedside but you wave him off, not wanting to overwhelm the already panicking man.

Directing your attention back to Logan you can almost see the dots beginning to connect as he stares past you, to where Hesh just stood. You should for Hesh, yelling his voice as loud as you can.

The tall man comes running full tilt back to the room, almost skidding past the door. “Logan!” He shouts and you have to stop yourself because it was the same scared scream from the beach. He sprints over to the bed, grabbing Logan's other hand, trying to soothe the man into the present.

Logan's mouth is moving, repeating “Not real” as he flickers his eyes from you to Hesh.

You both start speaking at the same time, trying to tell him it is real, that this is real. Someone else enters the room. But you don't look away from Logan as his grip on your arm begins to loosen. Slowly and suspiciously (?) he starts to lay back into the bed.

It's only when he's retracted his arm away fully and is now sitting reclined in the bed that you breathe a full breath. Nurses flutter around you checking his vitals and tweaking his pain meds. Your eyes never leave his except to look over at Hesh, who sits there determined to not leave unless absolutely necessary.

Eventually the buzz dies down, Merrick having stepped out to make a few calls. Either way, you were glad for the privacy. Neither of you had let go of his hands, afraid that it would be a dream.

His fingers entwined with yours had those emotions stirring violently in your chest.

Hesh had been catching him up to speed on everything, thankfully omitting the violent way the two of you coped. You had just been nodding along and speaking up occasionally to add in if Hesh forgot something.

Logan, he just sat there, taking everything in. He had been quiet since the nurses left, not asking questions or only speaking in clipped words. Your eyes flit down to his throat, a ring of rope burn now healed.

His eyes catch yours, a small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. Oh, how you missed that smile.

Hesh clears his throat, catching your attention. He waits for you both to look at him before speaking, “I dropped our dinner. I'm going to run to the corner store and grab us something.” He stands from his chair and walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. A whisper of “Tell him.” and then Hesh is gone, Riley at his heels.

Turning back to Logan, you place your head against your hands. You needed to tell him, the confession trapped behind your teeth. You look back up at him and let go of his hands reluctantly, doubt tugging at the forefront of your mind. You had just gotten him back, what if you lose him now? There would be no way to cope with that, but he would be alive to hate you and you were fine with that.

“I-” You start, “I love you, Logan.” The words themselves are not strangers to you. They were said so regularly throughout your life, so the look you got from him was no surprise.

He drums his fingers against the hospital bed and hums, “Love you too.”

A stressed sigh leaves your mouth and you find yourself staring into his eyes again. “No Lo, I love you.” The words emphasised, “I'm sorry for not telling you before and I'm sorry if you don't feel the same but I was going to be damned before I let you leave before telling you.” The confession is quick as you look away from him.

An amused huff answers you and then a hand was grabbing your face again. This time is so much more gentle. Nothing like the harsh grip that had come to plague your dreams. Letting him pull you to look at his face. There's fondness in place of the rejection you had feared.

He pulls you closer and you let him. Your face now hovering over his. And then his lips are on yours. And then you're melting against him, careful not to put weight on his injuries.

In that moment there's nothing else in the world. No war, no cold hospital room, just two scar riddled childhood friends who were becoming something more.

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Chapter 3 WIP (Unbetaed)

Crumbs for the the TigerSeal and SeaMonkey fans. So if you've been wondering where I've been, I got diagnosed with epilepsy. So I got put on some meds that make me hella tired. Like all the time. I would sleep 15 hours a day if you let me. So it's been a struggle to get this next chapter up and rolling. But I'm close to finishing it. Afterwards I'll send it to my Beta (I feel so cool saying that), then I'll get it all posted on AO3, God bless that site.

Enjoy~

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“Jake Sully,” Somehow, he’s been expecting this all night. But he still wishes he could have another day to mentally prepare himself. He throws a casual look over his shoulder to spot Ao’nung behind him, glancing at him almost shyly.

            “Yes?” He sighs. He doesn’t want to give him the wrong impression, he’s started liking Ao’nung more. After he got over the Metkayina calling his daughter a freak, picking a fight with his kids, and almost killing Lo’ak. But hey, everyone makes mistakes, right?

            “I want to court Spider.” He’s blunt and staring Jake in the eyes. Almost like it’s a challenge, like he’s ready to fight. Jake can almost appreciate the little spitfire, but after the tongue lashing from Norm and Max earlier…he’s caught between a rock and a hard place.

            “Yeah?” He acknowledged with some gravel in his voice.

            “…Yes.” The other held some confusion in his eyes. His blue eyes wandering over Jake’s slumped form, trying to get a read on him. “I don’t know what I’m doing though.” This draws a snort out of him. Took a big man to admit when he’s lost. Maybe Ao’nung is maturing.

            “How so?” He raised an eyebrow and patted the ground beside. He had decided to take a little detour back to the center beach, where the adults are still celebrating, after laying Tuk down for bed. He was going to send Spider, Kiri and Lo’ak to sleep when he got back, but he wanted to give them a little more time with their friends. Now the current bane of his existent came and found him.

The younger man sat down on the beach as Jake observed the sky. “I… I don’t … There’s a lot.” Ao’nung breathed after a moment. His shoulders slumping, mirroring Jake’s posture.

“Well, find your first question.” He laughed, turning to watch Ao’nung roll his eyes, tail twitching as he digs his fingers through the sand.

“Is Spider old enough to be courted?” He questions after a moment. His gaze fixated on the sand below him and his ears are pinned back, distraught. Jake can almost feel pain. Dating someone younger than you can be a risky game, especially when they’re a different species with different aging practices.

“Dating.” Jake corrects him and looks up at the sky again. Finding the star that supposedly his first home orbits around. “We call it dating. And yes, he’s old enough to go on dates with you.” Norm’s going to tear him a new one. Max will stitch him up just to tear him a second one.

“It’s where you do courting practices, but you don’t mate even if you think your ready, at least not yet, he’s not old enough for sex, okay?” It feels dirty coming out of his mouth, like ash and acid. Yet, he needs to set some boundaries, some lines in the sand. He’s the only one here who understands how human teens work, kind of.

“Okay.” Ao’nung nods, good, he sounds accepting.  “How do I court the human way?”

“Why do you want to do it the human way?” Jake finds himself suspicious. Not that anything Ao’nung says doesn’t make sense, but why is he going so left field for someone’s who’s so different from him. Jake had to learn the Na’vi way, because he was on Eywa’eveng. Ao’nung doesn’t need to go out of his way to learn another culture.

“He’s ashamed to be human.” Ao’nung tells him after a moment of internal debate. He’s confident in his answer, sounds like he and Spider have already had a conversation. “I don’t want Spider to be ashamed of what he is, or who he is. So, I want to prove to him that I accept all of him. Even the parts he doesn’t like so much.”

            He’s not exactly sure how to feel about this. It’s a lot for his jar head to take in. Ao’nung trying to do this the right way. And shouldn’t Jake want the best for Spider? Someone who wants to make him happy and feel like he belongs? Still, shouldn’t that have been him? What if Spider end up with Daddy issues and acts out later in life? He could get self-destructive, well more self-destructive, or codependent on Ao’nung.

            “Humans are different from Na’vi, Ao’nung, you know this. From how they look, to how they show affection.” He grabs Ao’nung by the shoulder, needing the other to look him in the eye. “They can’t form a tsaheylu, ever. Are you okay that?” Because he doesn’t want Ao’nung to regret his decision ten years down the line and start resenting his baby. It would be unfair to both of them.

            “With him, I don’t need one.” Ao’nung clasps a hand over his forearm. The grip just as tight as his hand on the Metkayina’s shoulder. “I want him the way he is.”

            It soothes a part of his soul. Jake’s gone through most of his life without a bond. But after experiencing it, he’s not sure he could go back. It was like an addiction. The peace of mind his mate gave him. A safe space that only he and she were allowed to curl up into. Ao’nung would never have that.

            “If you’re serious about this, I need to warn you that humans don’t mature until twenty-five. That means he’s still changing a bit, figuring out who he is.” Jake retracts his hand and throws it over his bend knee. “I wouldn’t change being with Neytiri for anything, but I was twenty-two when she and I bonded. I was still figuring out my place in the world, but she helped me through it. Spider may not be the same person he is now.”

            He notices the way Ao’nung closes his eyes and smiles. “Then he is like the sea. It’s never same.”

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Aonung - NSFW ABC

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

This man loves you to death, but once he’s done the act, he’s asleep in minutes. He’ll try and take care of you, but most likely, you will be cleaning yourself up to the sounds of his snores.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

For Aonung, it’s gonna be his hair. All throughout the movie, Aonung’s hair is in pristine condition, and salt water does some damage to your hair, yet he always looks shiny and healthy; he definitely cares for it well.

For his lover, he loves their hips. Lovely wide hips that sway as you walk. Totally not thinking about how those hips will hold his child…

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Aonung isn’t specific on cum; he prefers to do it inside but is also fine cumming anywhere.

D= Dominate (how dominate are they)

Acts like a tough man with strict rules, but is a complete simp for you. You can see the hearts in his eyes even when he scolds you. He is more likely to pout and sulk than actually dominate or scold you.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

At one point was 100% a playboy, so many girls and gut were throwing themselves at him, and Aonung didn’t say no. So, in theory, he is physically. But before you, Aonung never had an emotional relationship. So while he can rock your body into next week, he’s still learning the emotional ropes.

F= Favorite position

69, Aonung loved being able to eat your pussy while you please him. It doesn’t matter if you’re Na’vi or human; he will scrunch up to fit in a 69.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Surprisingly, I think Aonung has a bit of a funny bone. He won’t hesitate to giggle a bit when he’s kissing you. Why wouldn’t he? Aonung is giddy to be able to kiss you.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Just like before, if the Na’vi have pubic hair, then Aonung is probably going to be in pristine condition. Perfectly shaped, shaved, and not a hair out of place.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Definitely loves having a romantic moment with you, sweet lovemaking (with the goal of breeding you), but if he gets the chance to dick you down on the beach, on an ilu, Aonung doesn’t care he’ll do it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Absolutely, Aonung will jack off multiple times a day if he can’t find you. Aonung has mastered sneaking away from the crowd so he can handle his problem.

K= Kink (kinks they like, possibly unusual)

100% breeding kink, but he also secretly loves anal. Something about it being forbidden, and knowing that no one else has been there before.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Aonung has no preferences, beach, ocean, his marui, or someone else's marui… he doesn’t care as long as he has you.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Anything. Aonung is always ready to go; just the change in the wind and Aonung is itching to go.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Hurt you. Aonung will never lay a hand on you, not one spank, rough hair pull, nothing. The idea of seeing you hurt because of him is enough to make him sick.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Like I said, this man loves to 69. He is an overhyped puppy when faced with your pussy, eager to please, and never wants to leave from between your legs.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

I don’t think Aonung knows how to stop? He will keep going until his cock is raw and then will still try and fuck you a bit more.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

While Aonung prefers a nice romantic time with you, he will take what he can get. And if that means bending you over outback near a cove, he will love every minute with you.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Yes! Aonung is willing to try almost anything with you! There are quite a few things he’s interested in but is waiting for you to bring up because he doesn’t want to risk pushing you into it.

S= Stamina

Stamina for days, will fuck you until his cock is raw, and even then, will still try and fuck you some more; fyi, you will need to tell him to stop.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Aonung will definitely be weary about using human toys; this is the first time having seen human technology. And may take some convincing before he tests them. But once he does, Aonung definitely appreciates what the toys can do but ultimately prefers skin-on-skin and not a toy.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Aonung has to be in the mood to tease you; most of the time, he isn't. But if you find him in the mood, then his go-to is edging. Bringing you close to the edge again and again is a dream of his. However, Aonung can't resist making you cum.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Aonung is very vocal during sex; between moans, whines, growls, purrs, and talking, Aonung is always in your ear.

W= Wild card

Aonung loves to do it in the water. This boy is an aquaphiliac. Seeing you pose for him in the water gets him going like nothing else.

X= X-ray

Aonung has nothing to be shy about, packing a good 22 inches (56cm).

Y= Yearning

He doesn't stop, if you even look at him with the hint of bedroom eyes, and his tewng is on the floor. Aonung is ready morning, noon, and night; doesn't matter. And if you even think about falling asleep horny because you didn't want to wake him up at 2 in the morning, you will have a sulky boy on your hands.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

You have maybe 4 minutes if you're lucky...

🎶And another one bites the dust🎶

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Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[reneeluv154]

Anger

I hope you enjoy it!!!🤍🤍🤍

In this imagine you made it to the safe haven and newt helps you through your emotions while your still struggling with the loss of the others.

(More on my profile if you enjoy this one.) 🫶🏼🫶🏼

⚠️Tw: mentions of suicide⚠️

I stared at Newt, glaring at him through the flames of fire between us. We were finally in the safe haven and everyone was happy, everyone but me. I couldn’t remember the last time I truly smiled, or really felt anything for that matter. How could they be smiling and laughing?

We lost so many wonderful lives and they were just over it? I didn’t understand. Having Gally back was relieving, he was never the nicest person, to anyone, but he had grown, and it showed.

“Y/n, you good?” Minho questioned, Newt’s eyes locked with mine and I quickly looked away. “Yeah.” I sounded cold and mean, I held a little bit of anger against them, I just didn’t understand how they were okay. It was selfish, the others would have loved to be here. Yes, we carved their names on the rock but it just didn’t feel like enough. They deserved so much more.

I stood grabbing one of Gally’s drinks while walking towards the beach. I made it to the shore leaving the dancing and laughter behind. I sat down and stared out upon the endless ocean. I wished I could dig deep into my heart, take my pain, and let it drift out into the sea.

“I miss you guys, It’s not the same without you here.” I scoffed, taking a swig. “I’m so fucking angry, why not me. I wanted to die.” I said looking from the sky to the ground.

I whispered, “I still wanna die.”

“Pretty isn’t it?” I jumped hearing the all too familiar voice of a brown-eyed blonde-haired boy. He sat down beside me staring up at the starry sky.

“Yeah, gorgeous.” I agreed.

“I heard you talking.” I was drowning in embarrassment and grief.

“I just want them to know.” He nodded now it was his turn to take a swig. “They know Y/n, they're watching us every day.”

I shook my head.

“That’s supposed to make it easier?”

He shrugged, “Maybe a little, yes. I’m not saying you can’t mourn, because you can, but you’ve gotta learn to move on.” This made me angry.

“Like you? Five fucking day’s after they were gone.”

He looked at me, clenching his jaw, his eyes were angry. “I had to stay strong for you and the others, I’m bloody hurt Y/n. I’ve been hurt for a long, long time! You don’t get to tell me I was a bad person when I was just trying to keep you and the others alive!” He blew up on me, his voice louder and bolder than ever.

I couldn't look at him, the tears in my eyes rolling down my cheeks. Maybe I should kill myself, He would stay strong so the others would be okay, right? They wouldn't miss me, not like I bring anything good to the group. I would get to see the others as well. “I know that look Y/n, I can see it in your eyes, I’ve seen it in your eyes for a long time and I promise you it won’t make anything better.”

How did he know…

“I’m sure y'all would be fine.”

He shook his head. “Nope, we wouldn't.”

“I’m just so angry.” I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. I sat for a minute looking at the sky when I realized. “It’s like I’m the moon and the stars are everyone in my life.” “

“I think you’ve had a tad too much to drink Y/n.”

“No. The moon and the stars adorn each other. Without the stars, the moon is just the moon.”

“Follow me.”

He stood and began walking, I walked up and stood beside him in front of a cluster of rocks. “I want you to throw that bottle as hard as you can, letting it shatter against those rocks.”

“What?” I asked

He nodded, “Scream as loud as you want, you can even cry if you’d like. Here I’ll give you my glass too.”

I shook my head. “The others will think something is wrong.”

“They can’t hear you from here.” He handed me the glass and backed up sitting on a log behind him.

“Go on. Let it out.”

Taking a moment I took the glass throwing it as hard as I could at the biggest rock there was, it shattered.

A tear ran down my cheek as I grabbed the other glass watching it fly through the air and shatter just as the other one did.

It felt too good tears now pouring down my face, I searched for anything to throw picking up smaller rocks and shells.

“Aghhhhhhh!!!!” I screamed as loud as I could feeling a sharp pain through my head, but I couldn’t stop,

“They should be here!!!”

“I loved them!!!”

“I should have hugged you when I had the chance!!!” I sobbed, still throwing whatever I could find before I ran out of breath and fell to my knees. “It should have been me!” I felt a gentle hand on my back, another on my cheek pulling me into himself.

“Shhh, that's not true love.”

I cried for a long time, even after Newt carried me back to my hut and tucked me in before he sat down in a chair beside my bed to keep an eye on me and calm me down.” I eventually fell asleep having a strong headache but also a sense of emotional relief.

[ranposbabe]

Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 23

Guilt can wash over someone strongly like a wave crashes over a rock. Yours just happens to be closed off like those ornaments of a ship inside a bottle.

Except of it being intact it’s a shipwreck in a perfectly still bottle. You wonder if it will ever crack.

“She simply walked into the water and never came back out.” Mr Fox spoke with his rather husky voice that sometimes was hard to understand.

“It’s not uncommon for prostitutes to kill themselves it’s just simply reacurring over time.”

“I’m not upset about her killing herself.” You shake your head, continuing to stare out upon the dark water.

What even was her name ? Bella or Stella ? You’ve come all this way from your apartment to a beach who knows how many miles away and for what ?

You’d rather sit within the moldy walls at this stage.

Mr Fox was a man who worked alongside your father for many years. As of late you hadn’t seen the man. As a matter of fact you never even seen him drinking in the pub let alone alongside those drunks.

You knew he was no issue when it came to who to partially blame for your father recently being the man that he is.

But you weren’t sure why your father gave him the nickname Fox. Perhaps he was sly as a Fox but those words were only slurred by your father whenever he drank.

You never took his word sober so why would you then.

“I’m irritated because I didn’t see this coming.” You kick a pebble as if you were a child throwing a tantrum. “This is just evidence.” You hold back the urge to groan. If you weren’t wearing a cast your fist would’ve been clenched.

“I’ve lost my focus.” You roll your eyes, only now truly seeing the somewhat bigger picture.

“Was there any focus to begin with ?” Like your father he’d say these idiotic rhetorical questions to give the appearance of having the upper hand. You weren’t falling for it. “You’re uncomfortable. But then I suppose when are you not ?” A sincere yet tired smile was briefly evident on his face.

“I’ve been confiding in others as of late.” You slightly gave in. “One of these others has stood out to me.” You spoke quietly, no longer daring to keep your head up.

“You know about the fire of the shed, yes ?” You ask, already knowing the answer. His slight nod confirms your assumption. “It’s been on my mind as of late.”

You did feel somewhat bad about the fact that you completely forgot that the man even existed. You didn’t even know the mans real name. You never asked. Not out of awkwardness but rather out of lack of care. You doubted you would even interact much to even say his name thankfully.

“I’m not really interested as to why he’s mentioned in the file but rather the illusion as to how could he be ?”

“Who is it ?” “I’d rather not say.” You spoke for once much hastily. “Why ? Are you protecting him ?” He raised a brow. He wasn’t genuinely curious. He was just seemingly amused by the distant look in your eyes. Mr Fox could tell just by a single glance at your glossed over eyes that who ever you were currently thinking over was a constant thought in your mind. Perhaps maybe even if you yourself were unaware of it. If he guessed right now he’d say you were thinking of a young man that thoughts were also filled of you.

“No.” You want to stop yourself from speaking. You never want to speak again. It’s still far too early. What time is it ?

“I just get the sudden sense that saying his name out loud would be wrong.”

You’ve spoken too much.

“Have you ever said his name aloud to others ?”

It was obvious now. You simply mix up guilt and annoyance. “Drive me home.” You sigh, waking off as you were no longer amused by the splashing and chaotic waves. After all, it was no stream.

“I’m going back to bed.”

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Ivar the Boneless x Reader Pt. 2

I can’t keep up with them. My mom keeps speaking over me. My feelings go unheard and constantly invalidated by my family.

I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this…with them. You frowned, finding yourself dissatisfied with everything…with them once again.

Bzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Your phone was vibrating. Who could it be?

You turned over your phone. It was Ivar. Should I answer? I don’t want to burden him. He did say I could count on me.

You rubbed your forehead. Shit. I overdid it again. Now, I have a headache. Great. Just fucking great. You winced at the pain. Never mind, it’s a fucking migraine.

It was like a ritual. Every single time you felt stressed, worried, or just overwhelmed by your family, you would get a migraine. It felt like a curse.

Ivar pulled the phone away from his ear. He furrowed his eyebrows. Why isn’t she answering my calls? Did she fall asleep?

He glanced at the clock on his wall. 6:30pm.

He shook his head. No, she wouldn’t be asleep.

He unlocked his phone. Clicked on messages app and clicked on your name. He contemplated what to say. He didn’t want to make you feel like you did something bad. He didn’t want to hurt you.

You sigh, the phone stopped vibrating. Even if I did answer, I wouldn’t know what to say. You tossed your phone aside. I hope he understands. I don’t know how to open up. I become voiceless. It’s so hard to say what I want to.

He growled, he couldn’t say what he wanted over messages. It wouldn’t have the same impact. He blue eye narrowed on the keyboard. She’s worth it. Every sleepless late night. If they won’t care, I will. I have to remove her from that place. Once and for all. I’ve had enough of this.

He inhaled and exhaled before typing, “Whatever it is that is consuming your mind, I’ll be there for you. No expectations. Just you and me. See you soon. Love you.❤️‍🔥” He tilted his head. Should I keep the emoji or is it too much? His eyes went wide, what if I overdid it? He moved his thumb to erase it but accidentally tapped send.

He nodded to himself. My heart is on fire for her though. He stood up. That’s it. I’ll take her out on an adventure. We could go to the beach and look at the moon. And if she wants to we could stay and watch the sun rise.

He smiled. She had always wanted to go out at night. I can make her forget even if it’s just for one night. One of many.

He got off his bed and swiftly left his room. He called his driver and sent one last message to you before leaving his house.

You threw your head back, sighing. I didn’t do anything. How am I supposed to be the one apologizing?

It’s tiring listening to my mom play victim and at the same time, hurt me with her words. I feel bad and at the same time, I’m angry. It hurts.

Bzzz.. Bzzz. Bzzz. You looked away from the wall and picked up your phone. The screen light up. A message from Ivar. You unlocked your phone. You smiled. My precious Ivar. My rock. If he wasn’t around, I don’t know what I would do. At least he cares. He listens. He’s been around for so long that I hope he won’t leave me like the rest.

I shouldn’t be doubting him but after experiencing so much pain and trauma from my family, I don’t know what to expect from anyone else. But then again, he isn’t just anyone. He’s stood by my side. Ughh.

You rubbed your temples. It doesn’t feel good questioning his intentions. But it’s all I know to protect myself.

Heart emoji. I appreciate his words. His heart emoji. I’m so going to tease him.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Another message from Ivar.

It said, “Get dressed. A hoodie and sweats. It’s a chilly night. I don’t want you to get sick. I’ll take a spare one just in case. Put you first. Let’s enjoy the night and get out of our heads for a while. Please. Sneak out. 😉I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

You held back a smile. He could be so sweet and kind when he wants to.

“Throw out the trash.” Your sister told you. Fuck it. I deserve this. Right? So far, I’ve done everything to their standards. The least they can do is let me have this one night. Im an adult. I can do this.

“Did you hear me?” Throw the trash.” Your sister said, irritated. She blamed you. She was on your mom’s side.

You made a joke. It wasn’t even serious. It was a reality check that stings like a bitch to your mom.

Your mom blew up in your face. Said hurtful things. But it’s your fault. Your mom hasn’t spoken to you since the “fight”. You refuse to talk because you had enough.

You took out a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. You changed into them. You pocketed your phone and exited the room. You walked into the living room. Your mom was on the couch. She ignored you. You put your shoes on by the door.

You picked up the trash and exited the apartment. You lived in an apartment complex so the garbage was disposed on the other side. You grinned as you walked away. The sunset was beautiful. It was windy. It felt great to be away.

Honk. Honk. Honk. Honk.

You turned to look who was honking. There at the backseat of the car was Ivar, smiling as he waved his hand at you. You laughed, shaking your head. He looked insane. You lifted the trash bag and pointed that you were going to dump it. He nodded.

You dump the trash and took out your hand sanitizer. You squirted some on your hands and rubbed your hands together.

You looked around. The last thing you need is someone to report to your mom about this. Nosy neighbors.

You walked up to the car. You opened the door. He mischievously smiled as you got in. He inwardly cheered. He finally got you to go out with him.

You got inside and shut the door. “Let’s go.” Ivar told the driver. You rolled up the window. “So, where are we going?” You asked, putting in your seatbelt. “You’ll see.” You turned over to look at him. “Surprise, huh.”

“Yup, a surprise you’ll love.” Ivar replied, smiling down at you.

Thank you for reading.

[familyvideostevie]

🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you: For either Remus or James, whichever you think would work best, can I request "I write our names down in the sand, picturing all our plans" from What If by Colbie Caillat please?

this struck me as something james would literally do, so that's what i've written for you, darling <3

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The beach isn't exactly like what you've seen in the films, but it's not too far off, either. The boys are messing about somewhere, throwing something around or doing handstands or whatever boys do when they want to amuse themselves and show off at the same time. You've perched yourself on a perfectly nice bench looking out at where the rocks turn to sand turn to ocean.

As far as a day with you boyfriend and his friends go, it hasn't been bad. The sun has been out but it's not been too hot and James bought you a 99 and then another when someone bumped into you and you dropped it. You can still taste the sweetness of his kiss when he laughed at your shock.

You lean on the bench and tilt your head back to enjoy some more sunshine. Life, when it slows down like this, can really be quite lovely.

You hear James before you open your eyes.

"No, don't step on it you idiots! Go around it, it's not that hard."

His voice grows louder and you hear his soft chuckle once he gets close. "Are you sleeping, love?" he asks.

You open one eye. He's standing there with his hand on his hips, his shirt unbuttoned at least two buttons too many to be considered decent, his pants rolled up to his mid-calves. His shoes are nowhere to be seen and he looks windswept and beautiful, eyes bright behind his dirty glasses.

"What if I was?" you say. He scoffs and reaches for you, tugging you up and into his arms with a groan.

"Take off your shoes, please."

You frown at him. "I don't want to get sandy, James." It's no use -- he turns on the puppy eyes. He's a little shit and he knows you'll do as he asks like this.

So you toe off your shoes and socks and he gallantly grabs them from you and tugs you towards where his are lined up next to what you can only assume is the rest of the boys' shit.

"Now, close your eyes." You sigh and obey. He grabs both of your hands and leads you over the sand. You can hear the other boys jeering in the background.

"Are you about to propose to me, James?" you joke. That's a someday thing and you both know it, so he better say no.

"No," he says, sounding a bit offended. "You think I'm going to propose to you in front of these tossers?"

"Hey!" Sirius yells. James ignores him and turns you around a little bit, then stands behind you with his arms around you and his chin on your shoulder.

"Okay, look, please." You open your eyes and blink in the sunlight. On the sand in front of you James seems to have written your names in a heart with a whole bunch of shells and plants and rocks from the beach decorated around it.

You laugh, delighted. "You spent all the time I was over there alone doing this?" How did you not notice?

James can hear that you're pleased, even if you think it's a little silly. He kisses your cheek sloppily. "You know me, darling. I've got to have something to do or I'll go nuts. And staring at you looking so pretty over there was getting a bit too obvious."

"The tide is just going to wash it away," you say, sounding a bit sad. You wish you had a camera to take a photo of it.

James shrugs and you feel it more than see it. "S'okay," he says. "It was worth it for the way you laughed." You roll your eyes and turn in his arms.

"Flirt," you say. He grins, his dimple begging to be kissed, so you do.

"You love it!"

You laugh again. You do.

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[blacklegsanjiii]

I'm having so much thought about Ponyo!Sanji, that I need to tell them to you:

1. If Sabo was brought back to his brothers by Dragon, this would make Sanji and Reiju re-meet way sooner.

2. Since Reiju has powers relateds with venom/poison, I hc that she had a big interest in making poisons. Sanji probaly helped her and also know how to make some, would be funny he using this while hunting with the ASL.

3. Okay, I think you know about the Feral ASL hc right? And this makes sense since they lived in the jungle. But I want to say: Sanji lived only with his family on a hiden sea, he also should be feral naturally.

4. And by Feral, I mean catching fishs or even other animals who live in the water (maybe even little sharks) with his own hands, jumping in the water from high places (this would scare the shit out of the ASL and Makino) and things like that.

5. If Ace, Sabo and Luffy discovered about his water "powers", Sanji probaly would end up telling them from where he really is and the fact he isn't human, actually.

It's been so long since Blue!Sanji was brought up and I truly missed him. I'll go point by point with you.

1. Dragon bringing Sabo to Foosha, not even thinking Luffy will be there and Sabo has no memory so he couldn't tell Dragon and Reiju is the current Sabo wrangler so they run into Sanji, Luffy and Ace. Sabo has his memory coming back to him and Sanji and Reiju are crying at being reunited. Dragon explains who he is to Luffy who is very nonchalant about him because Dragon needs to listen to how cool Shanks is and thanks for bringing Sabo back weird guy.

2. Sanji uses what he remembers from Reiju and his dad about poisons and venoms and using it to hunt the big game they always do. It weirds Sabo out because he hasn't read about these but fuck it, it makes killing the bears and stuff that much easier and it's so good.

3/4. Sanji's mom is basically a god and his father is a "dead" prince and he was raised in the hidden blue. I definitely could see him coming up with a fish in his mouth and just eating it as his dad loses it. The kids have to be like otters using rocks to crack open shellfish. Sanji comes up with a shark at some point to eat and his brothers stare at him in awe. Sanji is just cooking it. Sanji is also just complaining about the small variety.

The four of them looking over a very high cliff with Makino and like Luffy's hat blows off and into the sea and Sanji without thinking dives off and everyone is screaming but then the light has to be tricking them because it looks like the sea is coming up to meet him as he holds onto Luffy's hat and falls into the sea. They rush to the beach and Sanji comes out of the water with the hat and apologizing if it's damaged at all as they all yell that they thought he died or something and Sanji is confused as Makino is checking him over for injuries. He starts doing it regularly and with higher cliffs or having his brothers throw him as hard as they can.

5. ASL finding Sanji one night playing with the water. He's standing on it and giggling to himself as he spins and the water flows with him and covers him. Then he sees ASL and freezes. They are staring at each other, unspeaking until Luffy rubbers Sanji to them and ASL start demanding to know what was going on and how can he do that? Sanji explains his parentage and being from the All Blue. His mother, a guardian is basically a goddess and he and his siblings are the future guardians of the All Blue.

Also imagine how that affects Ace and Sabo in the future? Like Ace meets Niji and is like "I know" and when Sabo regains his memory he finds Reiju and demands to see her manipulate water like Sanji. Also Luffy can't tell a lie to save his life so imagine someone in the Strawhat crew is like "God he's so inhuman with how long he can dive, he's like half fishman" and Luffy is like "well he's a god" and just leaves it at that. When someone approaches Sanji about it he just yells for Luffy and Luffy is like 'shit I'm in trouble!' and bolts.

[inkybinkyboink]

urinetown beach day headcanons!

"but that was 2 days ago"

SHSHSHZHSHSHZSHZHSHHS

SHUSH

okay so i think the concept of the beach in urinetown is really interesting because there's a drought.

but the beach would still like...have to be a thing because oceans dont just dry up

so i think it would be really interesting to observe the change in who attends the beach. because you'd need a car to get there- accessible beaches are probably much further away than normal

the beach becomes an elitist thing. only rich people go to the beach. it's a luxury

so when cladwell is like, "hey, i'm going to the beach", hope is like "say more right now."

she refuses to go unless bobby can go with her, "it's my road or the high road daddy"

which then leads to mrs. pennywise getting in on the beach trip, which then leads to the poor tagging along

lockstock sees this and goes "poor people going to the beach? it has to be a coup. i'm going to follow behind them to make sure nothing bad happens."

cut to barrel squeezed into the passenger seat already in his beach clothes and a flamingo pool floaty around his waist

little sally somehow ends up in the backseat and no one notices she's there until she wakes up from her nap halfway there and almost jumpscares lockstock to driving off the road.

and that's how caldwell b. cladwell ends up taking an entire gang of strange, ragamuffin-like bumbling idiots to the beach with him (and his entourage ofc ofc, i just KNOW ms. millenium serves cunt at the beach)

mr. mcqueen is afraid of the water, and the sand, and anything beachy, he hates it. he does paperwork at the beach, and then starts crying when sand gets on it

bobby makes sure hope reapplies her sunscreen like the world will end if she doesn't

meanwhile, he forgets his own and burns like a fucking piece of dry grass

they're not there for twenty minutes and the poor have already buried tiny tom up to his neck in the sand

little sally scares them all by floating in the water and pretending she's dead multiple times

barrel looks like he's ready to go swimming for the entire day, but then a single piece of algae touches his foot within the first hour and he immediately taps out

lockstock's like "ooo i'm gonna do my cop job at the beach, i'm gonna guard the rich people" and then immediately conks out on a towel

fipp is surprisingly good at skipping rocks

hope brought all the snacks, and she shares, serves, and slays.

hot blades "i know how to swim (and then almost drowns)" harry

little sally builds a really good sandcastle and then barrel kicks it and she throws sand in his eyes

the poor bury lockstock in sand while he's sleeping like they did with tiny tom

hot blades "you mean there's been water this whole time!? (tries to drink it and throws up because he didn't know it was salty)" harry

little becky spends a lot of time looking for sea shells because she think they'll make nice room decor for when her baby arrives

cladwell reads his book the entire time and pretends his day isn't being ruined by the chaos of what he tried so hard to forget about

bobby strong thinks that he's going to be eaten by a shark and it takes him an hour to coax him into the water

the only swimming concept that poor man can grasp is a pitiful doggy paddle

everyone is fast asleep on the drive home and it's the most peaceful quiet thing you could possibly imagine.

[bakerstreetbaggins]

WIP thing

Thank you so muchhhhh for the tag @supernova3space !!!

Tbh I don't have a whole lot done of the next chap of my current WIP - in vain of wanting - butttt I do have a little snippet of something else I was working on a little earlier. Idk if I'm gonna post it or not (it's nowhere near done lol) but here ya go!

The sun is setting when Patroclus hears something small clink against his window. He’s got his music turned up, some rock band both he and Achilles have taken a liking to, echoing against the small walls of his bedroom while his textbooks lay open on his bed. He’s got a test in the next few days, and he figured he’d at least try to somewhat study for it. He glances up at his window briefly, the sun catching the sky in pinks and purples outside, but he doesn’t see anything. Back to the books, then. Who knew eighth grade English could be so boring? Rhetorical. He and Achilles were always bored to death during class. Even now, Patroclus has to resist doodling in the corner of his page. He flips it as the beat of the drums thumps through his speaker, and huffs amusingly at the dick Achilles had drawn yesterday without him noticing. Another ping, a bit louder, like someone was throwing rocks at his window. He glances up, frowning at his window now, and still nothing is there. He couldn’t be imagining it, could he? Another ping, and yes, that is definitely a rock. Or a pebble, or something. He gets up and opens the window to see Achilles down on the front lawn, a handful of pebbles in his hand with one leg swung over his bike. “Patroclus!” He whisper-shouts from down below. “Achilles?” Patroclus returns, at regular volume, sending his friend a look of bewilderment. “What are you doing?” Achilles’ hair has grown longer from when they were kids - Patroclus had just turned fourteen, Achilles having turned just a month earlier - and he has to push it back out of his face to look up at him, falling in cascades over his tanned shoulders. “Come down!” he calls. “No, I’ve got to study.” Achilles frowns at that, pouting. “Studying’s for losers. Come down, I want to go to the beach.” Patroclus glares at him at that. Studying is not for losers, thank you very much. “Is not,” he retorts, “and I don’t want to fail the test on Thursday.” Achilles gives him a look. “You’re not going to fail. You’ll probably ace it.” He doesn’t have any words for that - other than that Achilles is much more confident in Patroclus’ English-class skills than he is himself. “Not right now, Achilles. Maybe tomorrow.” Achilles huffs with frustration, pushing his hair back once again. “What if you brought your books down to the beach with us?” “And get them all sandy and wet? You know that’s a bad idea.” Besides, with Achilles there, Patroclus knows he won’t get any work done whatsoever. Achilles huffs again. “Come on. It’s so nice out!” He gestures wildly at the sky, now turning orange at the horizon. “You’d really waste such a nice evening on studying? When you could be down at the beach with me?”

He does want to go down to the beach with him, because literally anything sounds better than poring over English textbooks right now, especially on a warm night such as tonight. But… The test will be hard - their class was right at the end of the unit, and the more he thought about it, the more stressed he became. Achilles would always be right across the yard from him, waiting for mischief. The test, however, would not. He feels genuinely bad when he calls down, “I’m sorry, ‘Chilles, but not tonight. I seriously need to study. We can go to the beach tomorrow, if you want, okay?” Achilles’ face drops at that, his shoulders slumping in disappointment. “Seriously?” Oh, now that just makes him feel horrible, like something sliced through his gut. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Achilles doesn’t say anything back, only giving him a disappointed look from down below. Patroclus takes that as a yes, and gives him a half-smile before shutting his window and reluctantly retreating back to his textbooks. It’s not even a minute later when he hears another three pings against his window, following each other in rapid procession. He gets up and yanks his window open once again. “Cut it out, Achilles!” He doesn’t. “Come down!” The words are hissed through the air, accompanied by another barrage of pebbles, dinging against the glass window. “Stop it!” Patroclus hisses back, now becoming increasingly annoyed. “If you crack my window, my dad is going to kill me!” “So just come down so I don’t have to break your window!” “Why do you have to break my window at all?” “Just come down!” There is real anger in his words now, his eyes glaring, his cheeks red. It’s not a look Patroclus sees often, and hardly is it ever directed at him. It makes Patroclus pause, watching him from his window, because he knows now that something must be wrong. “Just…” Achilles hesitates, taking a deep breath. “Just come with me, okay? I wanted to show you something.” The rock music behind him is still playing, the song having switched during the whole exchange. His books are still waiting for him, open expectantly. He bites his lip - a nervous habit he hasn’t managed to get rid of yet. “Please?”

[sukirichi]

okay long rant ahead !

“It filled him with a sense of achievement knowing he’d been the one to cause your undoing.” For rock bottom mental health too 😍

“The realization that he wasn’t desperate to be King anymore made him tighten his hold on you, his face buried at the crook of your neck. This was all he wanted now. To live the rest of his life like this – with you, in this home.” stop 😭😭😭

“That’s exactly why we should break up. I’m married, and I’m tired of being passed around between you brothers like I’m some sort of toy.” the only sensible thing iris has spoken so far. (also what passing around? bro literally only hooks up with rin)

“He looked and looked – and there you were. Then, her gaze flickered upwards to smirk at him – daring him, challenging him, to prove his words.” I am gonna throw up they are sick for this

“And when one was in love, one would forgive.” yes rin please exploit this as much as you can <3 wouldn’t expect anything less from you <33

“But then she came, and – and marriage is not so bad.” I KINDA WANNA CRY CAUSE the thought of what could have been, of something so loving and sweet kills me but 🥹

also the ending,,, the way I was anticipating it (and actually wanted it) but I just know Princess is not gonna take it easy. it’s like despite knowing everything, reader will be heartbroken considering they are still in love with him (idk how) + I feel reader felt better thinking that they would be the one asking for divorce instead of rin (not to mention the whole planning with omi) so him asking for that is a little out of syllabus.

rock bottom mental health 😭😭😭 no omg that next line, he was evil for that like wdym he’s changed his mind and is now hoping he can gallivant as a happy husband and even hoping he’d be a dad :( it’s like he forgets its not that easy, and a dinner date wouldn’t solve any of that. ABSKWLA iris saying she gets passed around is peak delulu because miss girl, kiyoomi does not want you AT ALL

that ball scene where he looked for reader !! the butterfly effect of it haunts me because in reader’s mind, she’s just doing what is expected of her and attending a royal ball. like it would have never crossed her mind that doing so would mean she’d become the victim and prey of a certain prince with ego issues </3 like what if she didn’t go? who would have suna targeted if not her? and to think she never even thought she might find love by attending that ball, and when he approached... she must’ve thought, “oh. so i could be loved, after all.” but none of it is real and he loved her too late 😭

and yes unfortunately at this stage, yn still loves him </3 that’s why she’s so hurt about this, because she loves him and she cares. i think it hurt her more because she’d planned to find ways to divorce rin long ago before the beach house scene, but she’d given him another chance and for him to suddenly say he wants to divorce and how its like he’s giving up . . . well its all very hard for her to process, but at the same time, i think its good that this is the worst it can be ! they’ve hit rock bottom, a dead end. it’s only yes or no from this point onward

[annestie]

Wrapped in Love

Summary: Different ways Neteyam celebrates the day of love through the years

Pairing: Ao'nung x Neteyam

Word Count: 1465

Notes: For Day 9: Cuddles of @bellakotzent Avatar Valentine's Week.

I may be going really hard on the fluff but like is there any other point to Valentine's? Besides I made a really fluffy, aged-up, Neteyam lives fic for Ao'nung, I should also make one for Neteyam. It's only fair. I don't make the rules.

The day of love is a day dedicated to those loved as the name suggests. A yearly celebration the people throw as an appreciation for the others in their lives. Normally accompanied with festivities and the like.

It’s beautiful festival though Neteyam doesn’t remember most of the day of loves he’s celebrated. They either don’t stick out in his mind or he simply didn’t celebrate. The day itself is a nice one and a good excuse to skip on duties. But for much of Neteyam’s life, all he did for the day was relax and maybe help out with the festivities. However, there are a few that do come to mind.

The first day of love that Neteyam remembers is one from when he’s young. No older than seven or eight. He spent the day weaving gifts for his family. Necklaces, bracelets, even an anklet for Tuk as she was still a baby then.

Neteyam put in all of his effort into crafting them, easily spending hours on it. His mother’s words that if a job is done correctly it should never be done again echoing in his mind. He weaved feathers, beads, and even a few pretty rocks together to make all of them.

That evening when the celebration started, Neteyam gave all of the things he made to his family. His favorite part was seeing them all being worn after the day ended and in the ensuing weeks and months.

Neteyam doesn’t even realize when the first day of love comes after they move to Awa’atlu.

As the three-month anniversary of leaving the forest approaches, Neteyam’s left feeling frustrated. He knows nothing of living by the sea still. Even if the others around him assure him that his progress is good, he can’t but feel defeated.

Everything was so much easier in the forest. When Neteyam picked up a bow for the first time, it felt like second nature to use it. Now with a speargun, Neteyam’s turned into a fumbling idiot. He can count on one hand how many fish he’s caught with no help using a speargun.

Walking to their usual morning lessons, Neteyam is understandably not exactly looking forward to it. He’s walking there alone and slightly late today because he had extra chores to finish before coming. His siblings found his task boring so wandered off and are hopefully already at the lesson.

When he gets to their normal meeting spot, he’s surprised to find only Ao’nung there. “Where are my siblings?” Neteyam asks, confused. “And the others?’ he adds. Ao’nung hands him a bag and, while confused, Neteyam takes it.

“Tonight there is a celebration for the day of love,” Ao’nung explains. “You celebrate that in the forest, do you not?”

“Yes,” Neteyam confirms.

“Your brother is helping Tsireya with the food and your sisters are with Rotxo, making the decorations. We are to make the jewelry to pass out to children and for that we need many shells,” Ao’nung says before he begins walking away and onto the beach. “Let’s go forest boy.”

“Do not call me that, fish face.” Neteyam quickly follows.

They walk together along the beach, collecting shells and the dried coral that has washed ashore. It’s a nice break from all the swimming they’ve been doing. Once they’re done and their bags are full, it’s already halfway through the morning.  

When they finally begin the crafting and weaving, Neteyam’s hands easily make their way through all of it. The way the jewelry is being crafted is very similar to the way Neteyam would make things back in the forest.

However while he’s doing so, he can feel Ao’nung watching him. Ao’nung’s eyes seem to follow Neteyam’s hands as he works.

With a sigh, Neteyam finally acknowledges it, assuming Ao’nung is about to criticize his technique. “What is it?” he asks, lifting his head up and setting his project down.

“How are you better at this than me?” Ao’nung asks in return to Neteyam’s surprise. He squints his eyes at the project Neteyam left to on the ground.

Neteyam looks at the other incredulously. “I am Omatikaya,” he says. “We are known for or weaving skills.” He quickly goes back to working on his project. They only had a few hours to complete their work and Neteyam wouldn’t wasting anymore on dumb questions.

“Show me how,” Ao’nung says as he scoots closer to Neteyam. Rolling his eyes, Neteyam moves his hands to allow Ao’nung to see.

They end up finishing all of the weaving just in time for the celebration. Despite the way his hands feel raw and sore, Neteyam smiles as he looks at all of their work. It was a nice break from the other lessons and watching the way the kids light up at getting a gift makes it all the more worth it.

The next day of love, Neteyam barely remembers but it still stands out in his mind.  It’s the day he finally wakes after being injured at Three Brothers Rock.

Neteyam opens his eyes. Though it feels as if he’s moving a boulder, they’re so heavy and weighed down. The sunlight is bright, blinding. Neteyam almost slips back into whatever sleep he just woke from. But it feels as if a voice in his head yells at him not to.

When his eyes finally adjust to the light, he’s met by the sight of the ceiling of a marui. He groans, using one of his arms to try and sit up only to get a sharp pain in his chest as he does. Pushing through the pain, Neteyam eventually sits up, leaning heavily on the wall behind him.

Memories flood his mind of how he ended up here. The tulkun hunter ship, rescuing Spider and… Oh. Looking down, his chest is covered in bandages right where he was shot.

Neteyam looks around the marui he’s in, it’s the healing marui. He can tell from the things lining the walls. He contemplates getting up, or at least trying to, so he can find someone. Luckily for him someone enters just then.

They come in silently carrying a small bowl. Once they see Neteyam, the bowl falls to the ground, splashing the contents everywhere, but neither seem to care much. “Neteyam?” Ao’nung asks from the entrance.

“Ao’nung?” Neteyam questions. His voice is rough and scratchy, it almost hurts to use it.

Immediately, Ao’nung comes to Neteyam and crouches beside him. “You are awake,” Ao’nung says, staring at Neteyam in what looks to be astonishment.

“Yeah,” Neteyam responds. They stare at each other a little. In the year, Neteyam and his family have been on Awa’atlu, Neteyam and Ao’nung had grown close. Really close. Though it wasn’t before Ao’nung got rid of all of his horrid friends and shaped up his attitude. “Were you injured?” he asks as his eyes trail over Ao’nung, trying to see any injuries.

“No, very few were,” Ao’nung says. “Your family is also doing well.”

Neteyam smiles and gently places his hand atop Ao’nung’s. The air seems to still around them. They both lean into each other, their lips about to touch when a sharp pain suddenly shoots through Neteyam’s body. “Fuck,” Neteyam then groans, clutching his chest.

Ao’nung’s eyes widen and he quickly leans back. “I will get my mother,” he announces before leaving.

Neteyam’s eyelids get quite heavy feeling right as Ao’nung leaves. He barely remembers what happens next. All he knows is the Tsahìk comes, gives him something to drink and he falls unconscious again. He doesn’t awake again until the next morning which is filled with many happy tears from his family.

The newest day of love for Neteyam is so different from the rest, it’s hard to believe it’s true.

At seventeen, Neteyam is considered an adult. He’s considered one in by both the Omatikaya and Metkayina, having completed the Metkayina rite of passage. And, he has finally found a home in Awa’atlu.

Laying in his marui, early in the morning, the sun not even peeking out behind the eclipse yet, Neteyam finds himself content as he stays in Ao’nung’s arms. They’re facing each other with Ao’nung half draped over Neteyam.

Looking at the way Ao’nung’s sanhì softly glow in the darkness, Neteyam smiles. He had long memorized where each one is but still, he counts them. When he runs out of freckles to count, he just admires Ao’nung.

Eventually, Ao’nung wakes as well, being the early riser he is. “What are you staring at?” he whispers softly.

“You,” Neteyam whispers back.

Ao’nung lets out a quiet chuckle and pulls Neteyam closer so their foreheads touch. They both close their eyes and simply enjoy being in each other’s presence. “I can’t believe I found you,” Ao’nung says in a soft voice.

[storyshark2005]

VI. A Week in Mustique i loove this one <3

Thank you for the ask!! I love this one too -- have some Sonny and Uncle Liam bonding!! This next chapter will be Liam POV (I've not finished the chapter, it's going slow, and I've been a bit diverted with Carraville, but hoping to finish this chapter and keep it going) ***

Liam spots the lad he’s looking for, holding tight to a palm tree, stretching his skinny little leg behind his back like he’s Usain Bolt warming up for the Olympics. He doesn’t have the Gallagher look about him at all; not the eyebrows, or his father’s nose, or the sour little mouth that Donovan had inherited. Liam supposes he must look like his mother. But then the kid reaches up to rub at his eye, and his whole face sort of scrunches up disagreeably, and it’s a kick in the chest how like a little Noely G. he is, just for a flash of a second. Liam cups his hands around his mouth and shouts at the top of his lungs: “BUMBACLART!” 

Sonny fairly jumps out of his skin, eyes going all cartoon-y and round. 

“What the fuck, Uncle Liam?!” 

Liam laughs and gives him a thorough scruffle round about the ears. “Alright little potato?! Where’s your brother, ain’t he coming with?” 

Sunny pats his hair back into place. “Nah, he’s still sleeping. Lazy cunt. Anais said she wanted to come, but I think her sunburn’s still really sore, so I didn’t try to wake her up.”

“Ah, poor girl. She taking care of herself?” 

“Yeah. Molly’s been helping put the aloe on and everything. And Gene won’t stop bringing her bottles of coconut water. He’s being really weird about it, it’s like-- she’s not fucking dying!”  

“Ah, always been a softie, our Gene. Good he’s lookin’ after her.”

“Yeah, but it’s her own fucking fault, innit? Like, how stupid can you be?! We were on a boat, in the sun, for like-- five hours! How do you just forget to put sunscreen on?!” 

Sonny gives a disapproving shake of the head, hands propped up on his hips. 

Liam laughs, and gives his nephew a slap on the back. “Someday you’ll see, Little G. After a drink or two you stop being so smart.” 

“I think even after about a hundred beers, I’d remember-- you’re in the middle of the fucking Carribbean! I mean we’re basically right on the fucking equator!” 

They take off on a slow jog, and Sonny promises not to leave Liam in the dust. There’s a nice firmer bit of sand nearer the water where their feet don’t sink in so much, so they stick to running along the beach, watching the sun slowly peek up over the ocean. Sonny’s got a little Nike digital watch, so Liam tells him to say summat when they’ve gone a half-hour; and there they stop for a rest and kick sand and throw rocks into the surf, watching the morning sun turn the dark water orange and pink and blue. Sonny keeps up his bright little chatter pretty much the whole hour, like a little wind-up toy that Liam prompts with a question every so often; about school, his guitar playing, football, girls-- Sonny’s got a couple of prospects but ‘nothing serious’, according to him. (Geezer, Liam thinks. He’ll be a right little lady killer, will Sonny G.)

When they finally get back to the villa, Liam can hear a bit of clatter from the kitchen, but the house is still dark and quiet. Sonny gives him a high-five and begs off for a shower and a couple more hours of sleep. 

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he turns back around and says in a sheepish voice: “Happy Birthday, Uncle Liam.” 

They hug, and Liam has to work hard not to cry. It makes him think about all the birthday parties he’s missed out on, and all the ones he’s going to get to go to from now on. And it’s all very happy and achy inside his chest. 

Sonny tromps back to his bunk. Liam watches him go, the sweaty parts of his hair sticking up from where Liam had hugged him too tight and ruffled his hair. He looks like a baby deer still, right at the age before they start to turn into men, when they still laugh at stupid jokes, and they’re not too cool for kid stuff and cartoons. So maybe Liam’s still got a bit of time left to be Sonny’s funny cool uncle. 

Anyway. It feels like the start to the best birthday ever.

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