#im queueing this so followers be surprised

[cacaocheri]

:(( someone give him huggies

[ccyclonedoodleblog]

Freddy x Foxy nsfw? 🙏🙏🙏

...Are you sure you want that, Anon?

Are you really sure?

We're absolutely positive that we wanna see the bear fuck the fox? Here?

[star-sim]

"is your girlfriend single?" ☆ enha hyungs

☆ youtuber! non-idol! bf! enhypen hyung line x fem! reader ☆ summary: when your youtuber boyfriend finally shows you for the first time to his audience. ☆ genre: fluff, jealous and whipped boys... kinda dumb lol ☆ warning(s)? no! just fluff!! and attempts at humor :( ☆ reblogs and comments are appreciated :D also not proofread lol

maknae ver.

heeseung ☆

i like to think that hee would be a gaming youtuber

posts maybe like once or twice a week, has about 3 million subs

he sometimes likes to stream, just to get to know his fanbase better and to just hang out

normally he texts you to let you know abt it, but today he totally forgot

you came home from work and you saw his office door closed + heard the sound of his loud ass keyboard clicking.... my guy beats that shit UP atp

that was normal tbh

you were probably like "my little keyboard warrior ❤️" and went to go wash up in your shared bathroom and bedroom

you were going to just pop into his office, say hi and maybe give him a kiss

meanwhile... heeseung is taking a break from gaming, just talking to the chat

he definitely didn't notice you coming home... probably bc of that bigass head set that's creating a fucking valley in his skull... (btw have u seen those videos where gamers take off their headphones and they have a dent on their head 😭)

anyways you open the door, ready to say hi, but heeseung is visibly surprised, looking like a deer in headlights

you look at him, then at the back of his monitor, then back at him, then at his monitor

"should i come back another time...?"

hee's already taking off his headphones, leaning back into his gaming chair--

"no no no!" he grins, glancing at the chat, which is now blowing up

"who is that?"

"yooooo"

"HEESEUNG IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?"

"gf reveal?"

"she sounds so pretty"

heeseung pats his lap, "cmere, baby, i wanna introduce you to the stream"

of course you comply <3

you take a seat on his lap, his arms slithering around your waist

it takes you a moment to take in what's on his screen: obv there's your reflections, then the chat boxes and announcement pop-ups

the way that the blue-purple light of his screen reflects onto your skin, casting a glassy gleam over your eyes-- and the way that your pretty eyes look at the monitor so curiously, lips parted ever-so-slightly-- made you look SO beautiful

heeseung himself has to angle his head in a way so that he could see your face properly.... and a soft grin unknowingly began to spread over his lips

he presses a soft kiss to the crook behind your ear, before looking back up at the stream

"hey guys," there's a clear smile in his voice, "this is my girlfriend, [name]."

you take that as your queue to introduce yourself

honestly, you're a little shy and softer-spoken now, bc you're not in front of a camera nearly as often as your boyfriend is, "hi.. i'm [name], and... uhm..." you give the webcam a clumsy, awkward (but very cute) smile, "i'm hee's girlfriend"

the chat blows up immediately

"SHE'S SO CUTE"

"i've never seen heeseung look so soft"

"[name] you're so pretty :)"

"this might actually be one of the most beautiful women i've ever seen im not joking guys"

"chat is she real... bc why is she actually GLOWING oh my lord🧎🧎🧎"

those comments make you a lil shy and bashful, and you feel your cheeks kinda warm

you just giggle reading them, unable to contain your smile

heeseung, on the other hand, is feeling prideful

"that's right, guys," he squeezes your waist, puffing his chest out, "my girlfriend is so beautiful" "i know i'm so lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my girlfriend"

he's overjoyed by all the compliments you're getting... it makes him so happy that he can show you off and that everyone gets to see that YOURE his gf

in fact, he's reading a lot of them aloud, and following it up with "i agree with you"

like he'll read "'[name] is absolutely stunning, like wow..." and heeseung nods and is like "i agree with you, xXdragontittysucker23Xx 🤓☝️"

but then a comment stops him in his tracks...

"heeseung is your girlfriend single by any chance?"

his face drops immediately

"hey... who in the chat asked if [name] is single?!"

he's actually offended, putting a dramatic hand on his chest and scoffing

"how rude!" heeseung pouts against your shoulder when even more of his viewers begin saying similar things

"[name] are you free this weekend"

"hi [name] (i'm 6'2 and drive a lamborghini and save orphans every weekend)"

"heeseung get out i'm trying to have a moment with your girlfriend"

you're actually such a cutie, becuase you're just giggling as more and more comments come trying to rizz you up

"what do you have to say for yourself?" heeseung asks you half-sulkily and half-defensive, pushing his face into your neck and pouting

your eyes glimmer with a little mischief, wanting to tease your boyfriend a little bit

"i mean... " you pretend to think

and then someone named jungkooksleftpinkytoe562 says in chat "please [name] i'll rock your world so hard just one chance"

you laugh

"jungkooksleftpinkytoe562, i'm free tomorrow at 5, you should take me out on a date" and you wink playfully and laugh again

chat blows up like

"WOAHHHH"

"AYOOO????"

but if there's anyone that's scandalized, it's heeseung lee himself

"HEY! HEY! WHAT?!!?!" he's squinting and scrolling so fast in the chat to find jungkooksleftpinkytoe562 that you can hear the scroll-wheel oh my god

"you guys better back off," heeseung says, pulling you even closer. he presses a kiss against your shoulder, then gently clutching your face to kiss your chin, "she's mine!"

heeseung's eyes narrow, "especially you, jungkooksleftpinkytoe562..." your bf gives you a quick peck on the lips, "i'll kick your ass if i see you flirting w my girlfriend again >:("

im gonna be fr... none of his viewers care

in fact they keep flirting with you

and the fact that you keep playfully flirting back adds fuel to heeseung's flames

but he'd never blame you <3

he's pouty after the stream lol (but he knows it's all in good fun) so kiss his cute lil pouty lips

i think this definitely goes viral on twitter

like #[name] or #heesgf trends for a good 48 hours

jay ☆

my guy is a cooking channel

i think jay would try to be more private abt his personal life to his viewers, just given the nature of his content

though, it's no secret that jay has a s/o to his viewers, and i think they'd know your name

but yk how at the end of cooking videos, after the chef cooks, they try the food...

i think in a few of his videos, there's clips of you and him trying his food, but while jay is usually in-frame, you're either behind the camera or just barely in the frame so that most people have really only heard your voice and seen your hands

the comments are usually tame, like

"[name]'s voice is so pretty!"

"i want someone to look at me the way jay looks at [name]"

"my parents!"

but one day

for one of his subscriber milestone specials

let's say 2million subscriber special

jay does a cooking challenge

it's "cooking a meal but BLINDFOLDED"

he starts the video explaining the parameters of the challenge and what he's doing, etc

but then he reveals that you're behind the camera to supervise him

obv bc he's in a kitchen with ovens and knives and he's blindfolded...

throughout the video, you kind of just guide your bf

"omg jay move your hand or you'll cut your fingers off!"

"turn on the stove-- no the other way!!"

at some point, jay is cutting up onions

and normally he's a pro at it, and you never question his abilities

but because he can't see and he's using the knife so quickly, you're freaked out like "babe!!!!!! that doesn't seem safe!!! 😰😰😰"

so then behind the camera, you're heard fussing about it and it's cute lol

then you take it upon yourself to help him

you go behind him, slithering your arms around him so that your hands were places on his

you guide his hands to cut the onions slowly

"babe, i got this," jay says, but tbh he's not complaining because he gets to be close to you :D

"nonono i don't want you to die!!" you say, and it seems like you're more concentrated on cutting the onions than him

this is the first time that your face is in-frame for one of his videos lol

when you're done, jay tries to kiss your head, but he can't find you so you raise yourself on your tippy toes for him

its a quick peck but you giggle and place a kiss behind his ear

when he's done cooking his little dish, it's time to garnish and decorate it with sauce

jay's plan is to use the sauce to write "happy 2 million subscribers" on the dish

but because he's blindfolded, the writing is so fucked up

it's completely unintelligable and just a glob of sauce 😭

and then he tries to draw a dick on it but it's also super fucked 😭😭😭😭

when you see this, you burst out laughing so hard

and this makes jay laugh too

anyways the video goes up, it's very cute and well-received

now.... the youtube comments are still tame

"[name]'s laugh is so cute!"

"i screamed when she popped into frame... she's gorg"

"the way that [name] looks at jay when he's blindfolded is everything"

"[name] looks so beautiful"

but uh

it gets crazy on twitter

as it always does

"jesus fucking christ if a woman like that wrapped her arms around me and kissed me i would fall to my knees and die happily"

"jay CANNOT handle allat.... but i can!!!! me next!!"

"god... when is it my turn to have a pretty woman kiss me"

"[name] i'll treat you so well PLEASE"

i think the clip of you helping jay cut the onions kinda goes viral, just because you look so attractive doing it

like the way you popped into frame as you rolled up your sleeves and the way you smirked at jay's inability to see... ZOOWEE MAMA!!!!!

and i think this eventually makes its way onto tiktok

like pretty standard videos of ppl being like "JAY'S GIRLFRIEND HELLO???" with comments like "she's so beautiful," etc

jay honestly thinks its funny

he knows that people are joking and he sometimes actually plays along with them

he loves that people are appreciating your beauty (but he loves even more that he's the only one that actually gets you)

when you first go viral, you're kinda shy about it, but jay just pulls you close, kisses your cheek, squishing them, and says "my baby is so beautiful"

youre like "jayyyyyy stoopppp"

he only chuckles and starts to pepper your face with more kisses, despite your lil whines for him to stop

but then while you two are cuddling one night, you laying on his chest with your face in his neck

a tiktok appears on his fyp

its just some teenager being like "hi does anyone know if jay's girlfriend is single?" while showing off a black BMW in the background... and then jay's directly tagged in it

he takes this as his opportunity to strike back

he stitches that tiktok, and makes his own tiktok in response

it's just a really short video where jay shows you all snuggled up against him completely silent before he just says "No, she is not single. 😐."

the caption's like "i'm taking [name] out on a date tomorrow shhh don't tell her"

everyone thinks it's really sweet tbh

jake ☆

truthfully i think jake would be into youtube commentary

something like danny gonzalez or jarvis johnson

he looks at troom troom videos and makes fun of them lowk 😭

speaking of, troom troom or troom troom - adjacent content usually has crazy ass lifehacks

so for one of his videos jake is testing out troom troom life hacks

and for one of them, he has to drill a hole in a skateboard or something and put pasta noodles in it idk i'm pulling this out of my ass but its not surprising if this is a legitimate troom troom life hack

unlike heeseung and jay, jake's viewerbase doesn't rlly know about you

again, given the nature of his content, jake never rlly found it necessary to mention his personal relationships

anyways jake is in the middle of your living room floor drilling a hole into a skateboard and putting spaghettie in it when you come home from work and see that shit

jake is in the middle of talking to the camera but the moment the door cracks open he trails off

he gives you that smile-- the one that a puppy gives when their owner catches them doing something they shouldnt aw

when you take in the sight before you, you let out a laugh, not noticing the camera rolling

you place your things down and slink toward your boyfriend

"what's going on here, jakey?" you ask him with a cocked brow, loving the way he chuckles nervously

you crouch down beside him, poking the skateboard-spaghetti abomination with your foot

"i'm testing out troom troom life hacks" he sounds defeated lol

anyways you give him a kiss on his cheek and leave him to his own devices

in the final video, your little interruption is only like 15 seconds bc jake cut it down-- but he def keeps the part where you kiss him

HOWEVER.

because jake's audience didn't know he had a girlfriend

they were all like WOAH WHO IS THAT GORGEOUS WOMAN

a few of his fans look at who he's following on instagram, and they find your account

your ig is public, but it's definitely small and personal

they find pictures of you and jake doing cute couple things, a lot of mirror selfies, matching costumes, and cute pictures that you take of jake

but...

they also find your own personal pictures

ones of you in a bikini at the beach, ones of you with the golden sun on your face, ones showing off your outfit and hair, ones of you in the morning, ones of you being a baddie

and lets not mention jake in the ig comment sections hyping you up like a teenage boy like "YOURE SO HOT [NAME] 🔥🔥🔥🔥"

jake and you see all the comments and tweets about you

so jake decides to take it upon himself to clarify everything

he posts a picture on instagram of you and him with the caption "yes, that's my girlfriend"

safe to say that it becomes his top post LMAOAAO

his ig comments are flooded with support

"you guys are so cute"

"i'm glad to see jake have someone that he loves"

etc

YOUR ig comment section on the other hand?

flooded with support

and thirst

HELP

his fans are respectful but they REALLY love to compliment you

"woahhh you look so good in this one!"

"gorgeous 😍"

"[name] will you marry me?"

but i do think a few are outright insane omg

"[name] you're my sunshine in the ran, the tylenol when i'm in pain, when it's burning hot on summer days you're exactly what i need"

i think they pull out poetic shit omg

like shit like

"the memory of you is a tapestry I had decided to wrap myself in until it suffocated me, to such extent that in the morning, people will not find my body, but a new silhouette woven within its threads"

"there is a city in my heart where you are its only population"

"if i could remake universe, i would replace you as the moon amongst the stars after your time, so i may gaze upon you every night"

jake is NEVER escaping

you appreciate the hype

but jakey?

he loves that you're being appreciate but YOU'RE HIS

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY DO THEY THINK THEY HAVE A CHANCE W U

"jakey they're just being nice"

"no they're trying to STEAL YOU"

like a day later he posts a picture of you on his instagram with the caption "she's mine btw"

his comments DO NOT CARE 😭😭😭

when someone comments

"jake is your gf single and can i take her out on a date"

jake straight up responds

"NO."

what a cutie

sunghoon ☆

i actually don't think sunghoon would be a YOUTUBER youtuber

instead i think he'd be a famous ice skater, but he has YOUTUBE interviews and is active on social media

definitely the type of athlete that's very personable

like sunghoon is def in touch with his fanbase and interacts with them on twt and stuff

his fanbase knows that he has a gf, but that's basically the limit

anyways sunghoon is doing one of those "WIRED answered the web's most searched questions"

you're actually in the studio with him during the interview, kinda there for support

the questions are tame like

"sunghoon park height" "sunghoon park winter olympics 2018" "where was sunghoon park born" etc

sunghoon's killing it

until one of the last questions on the board is "does sunghoon park have a girlfriend?"

he immediately lights up

"i do have a girlfriend!" he says, looking off-set at you, "her name's [name] and she's the most beautiful woman i've ever met"

you chuckle quietly at his comment, flashing him a pretty smile

sunghoon continues- "she's actually here with me today" and he points to you, making the cameraman pan over to you, who is sitting off the set

you just give the camera a thumbs up

you thought that would be the end, but sunghoon asks, "baby, do you want to do this interview with me?"

ofc you agree

he makes u sit on his lap lol even when the camera crew is bringing another chair for you

instead of answer more questions sunghoon just talks about your relationship the entire time

he's giving an entire history lecture about your relationship

you don't say much, but you listen to him intently

when this interview goes up

a lot of his fans make edits of it

sunghoon is already known as a quiet typa guy, but when he talks for like 2 minutes straight about your relationship everyones like "oh god this guy really likes his girlfriend 😭"

in fact

the official interview cuts down sunghoon's tangent about you to 2 minutes, when the original clip was actually 10 minutes

i like to believe that WIRED released an uncut version of his tangent 😭

his fans make short edit videos like "sunghoon being whipped for [name]" or "sunghoon really likes his gf"

i think his fans also make edits of YOU

even though you're honestly in a very short clip of his interview

the way you look at him and listen so intently is SO GOOD

like you were definitely giving him 'the look' as he talked abt your relationship yk?

that once-over, maybe a little lip bite, MMMMM SO GOOD

now....

ik i said that heeseung was the keyboard warrior but like... i think sunghoon is the real one

he's out here fighting BATTLES with his keyboard oml

when stan twitter sees this.... sunghoon starts to fight them

there's tweets like

"the more i listen to sunghoon talk about his gf i more i feel like i'm falling for her"

"the woman that you are, [name]..."

"when she looks at the camera i feel shy"

"omg SHE WANTS ME"

sunghoon gets petty OH MY GOD

he responds to all the tweets about you

like

"she does not want you 😐." "you have no chance with her. 😐." "too bad she's mine 😇"

it's def in a playful joking way and it's really funny, but sunghoon is out here defending your honor

i think at some point sunghoon stops responding with words and just begins responding with pictures

someone tweets "sunghoon is your gf single"

and he straight up just responds with a picture of him staring blankly at the camera

LIKE HE'S DRILLING HOLES THROUGH THE CAMERA WITH HIS EYES

an absolute cutie if i do say so myself

on valentines day he posts a picture of him holding your hand to be extra petty lol

maknae ver.

[neteyamsilly]

i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 3

summary ;; Sullys stick together. You learn the hard way what happens when you don't. PART 2 | PART 4 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; descriptions of blood and violence incoming, beware! shout out to the ppl who predicted the stuff in this chapter LMAO so um... i couldnt tag everybody who asked when i said i would... there's apparently a limit to how many people you can tag. please forgive me 😭 im not taking any tagging requests anymore since i cant do it. so sorry about that,,,, seriously also, thank you so much for 1160 followers! i still cant fucking believe it... daddy issues solidarity 🤙🏻🤙🏻

“Hi there Corporal, you hear me? Yeah, I know you do. As much as I’m charmed by the fatherly love I could give you a big old sloppy wet kiss, we have unfinished business.”

Rain covered the rustling of clothes and the click-clacks of readjusted weapons as concentrated silence hung in the air, thick and heavy like the morning mist swallowing up the forest.

No answer. 

What face could your parents be making right now? Heartbeat in your ears, you tried to hide your shame by looking down, but a jerk on your queue set you straight. the avatar holding you digging his gun sharper in your neck.    

“What, cat got your tongue all of a sudden?” The leader’s stare found yours. “Let me give you a quick remedy.” 

They’d linked your device into another for the sound to be relayed outside and the voice detection range could be wider, in other words, they wanted your father to hear what was happening to you. Your braid was yanked as if the one pulling it wanted to snap it right off your skull, no amount of training could stop the scream torn out of you — all the show just for him. 

The line was deadly still, save for some rustling, crackling static that you could have easily mistaken for hissing.

A ghost of a smile shadowed the man’s face, he extended his rifle to tip your chin up. “Guess we’re gonna have to be louder than that to wake daddy up sweetheart.” 

“Stop!” Father yelled, the unexpected timing of it made you jump. That earned him a group chuckle from the avatars around you. “Stop.”

He talked. He didn’t leave you to fend for yourself in this. Thank Eywa!

“That was fast,” the captor behind you said. 

“Thought you’d have forgotten English by now, playing native.”

“...Quaritch?” 

Quaritch. That awful, awful man from the stories your mother killed? Spider’s father? But… But he was dead. How could sky people know how to cheat death?

“In the flesh.” 

Father’s voice wavered, you’d think he was scared if you didn’t know any better. “That’s impossible.”

“Back from the grave just for you, Jake.”

“Then I’ll just have to put you right back where you belong.”

The squad of avatars openly laughed at that, boisterous, confident, arrogant. 

This was Toruk Makto they were openly mocking. None of them would last for one minute in front of him and yet—

“Quite the teary lovers reunion we’re havin’ here, but you got busy while I was gone, huh?” He looked down at you again, yellow eyes filled with mirth. “I have this tiny bird here we plucked right out of the air. Imagine my surprise to learn she’s yours. Is this the only one, or you got yourself a litter now?”

Silence again. 

“What do you want?”

“Straight to the point as always.” The smug smile momentarily twitched into an unamused, withheld resentment. This man was nearing the end of his capacity to keep taunting. “I don’t think I’ll tell yet. You know I love to be a tease.”

Your ears rotated upwards in treacherous hope at your father's next words. “If you touch one hair on my daughter’s head I swear to god—”

“You exchanged your god for this shithole, Jake. Let’s not kid ourselves now.” Any hint of playing around was gone, now, eyes fixated on something on the ground ahead. “Your daughter will be my guest for a while. Think of it as summer vacation. Don’t worry, unlike the Na’vi, we’re very hospitable.” His thumb brushed over a button. “Until next time.”

“Fucking bastard—”

With one beep, the call was over. Quaritch was touching the band around his neck this time. “Iron Sky, Blue on Actual. We are standing by for extract, over.” 

You began to tussle against the avatar behind your back. “No! No! Let me go!” 

“Be advised. We're bringing in a high value prisoner.”

“Dad’s really gonna flay her alive this time, I can’t wait.” Lo’ak, positioned just behind the flap of the tent to not be seen from the outside as he peeked with one eyeball just in case, was watching his parents vehemently yell at each other in whispers that started out loud, but got hushed probably to not reach him and his siblings. Aggressive limb gestures were flying in the air, and at one point, his mom had tried to run off somewhere and was forcefully stopped. 

Dad was currently pacing around like a wild animal with one hand permanently stuck rubbing his face, and mom turned away from him, holding her forehead. “They’re really going at it, huh?

Kiri was not amused with his insistence to breach their privacy. “What’s so interesting about watching this kind of thing?”

“Catharsis?” He remarked in English, feeling sophisticated. “You remember Spider talking about it? Purification and emotional cleansing through relief that you’re not going through the horrible tragedy, the character on stage is.” 

“You’re normally so dumb.” Lo’ak bore his fangs at her matter-of-fact tone of voice. “Your brain only comes back on when it’s about chaos.”

“I’m petty, and what about it?” A tilt of his head to dare Kiri to ask for her point, then his attention was thwarted by an incomprehensible cry from his mother. She was pushing dad from his arms, furious like Lo’ak had never seen before as the upset man tried to hold her more. “Look at mom and dad breathing fire at each other! You think they’re discussing how to punish her?”

“Stop spying already skxawng, mom will be angry if she sees you. We’re supposed to be in bed.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to listen here!” His ears were tilting at every angle to make out any words that reached to him as nothing but a cluster of broken sounds. “Why did they have to go far?” 

“Because they wanted to be away from peeping toms like you?”

“And you’re still here too, so?” Lo’ak gave his sister a meaningful look. “I know you wanna see too.”

“Ugh!” Kiri shoved out her tongue at him, eyes dead. “And it’s not funny, by the way! They are fighting. Stop being happy about it.”

He knew they were fighting about his older sister, and that she’d get all the heat and fallout from it the moment she was back. Lo’ak’s head was full of what he could get out of it, or what to ask her for in return for helping her out in her detention. So satisfying to be the sibling who wasn’t in trouble. He should do it more, actually. “It is funny when it’s not about me.” 

“You’re sick for taking joy in another’s suffering.”

“Oh, I’m doomed, then.” Kiri took whatever fat was on his thin arm between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted. Lo’ak had to blink away the tears that rushed to his eyes, snatching his limb away from the displeased girl and pushing her away in return — he was annoyed at how much that hurt, why was that so damaging for no reason? “Yeouch! What the hell?”

“Will it kill you to practice mindfulness once in a while?” 

He raised his voice’s pitch to mock the wobbly, ear-scratching whine of yours, and exaggerated his body movements to match, too. “I hate you!”  

“Gross.” She tried to shove him, he caught her hands in the air, pushing her back and getting the spiteful annoyance of his sister as a result. “Dad was actually hurt by that.” Lo’ak’s eyes could roll down the hills by themselves the way that sounded, but Kiri, as always, was bothered so inexplicably. “I don’t like this. I have a bad feeling.”

That bad feeling was the herald of dad’s upcoming cranky ill-temper and what would follow after you inevitably had to come crawling back home with tail between your legs, Neteyam dragging you from the scruff of your neck. Lo’ak was refusing to sleep so he could enjoy the fight. 

“Me personally, am over the moon, ikran duty is so gonna be off my hands. For months.” He halted at the idea that just went off in his head, tail swishing with the hype. “I wanna tell Spider. I’ll go get him.”

“Absolutely not. You sneak off now and they’ll laser-focus all the anger on you!” Kiri was pointing a warning hand at him, but slowly lowered it, one corner of her mouth twitching up. She was holding back amusement. “Hey, you know what? Nevermind, you can go. I want you to go. I have to see this.”

“Ha-ha.” Lo’ak’s tail stuttered, losing enthusiasm. “Attempted murder, much?”

“Guys, what’s going on…”

Upon the unexpected voice that wobbled its way into their conversation, they both looked down to see Tuk gripping her weaved blanket with one hand and dragging it on the floor as she made her way to them, the other rubbing her eyes one by one so sleep dripping from them would fly away.

“See, you woke her up! What do we do now?”

“You woke her up by yelling, why is it my fault now?”

“I didn’t, you—”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did n—”

“Guys…” Tuk pulled on Kiri’s hand, and the foreign object she was clutching the whole time distracted Lo’ak. It must have dug into the older one’s skin that she carefully picked it up to inspect. The ear pieces they took off before they went to sleep. This one was Kiri’s.  “Neteyam’s calling. You didn’t hear…”

Grinning, Lo’ak snatched it up and skipped backwards and put it in his own ear, ignoring Kiri’s hushed yells to give it back now and the groans about ruining it with his stinky, cheesy earwax. He had to keep bouncing around, the girl was chasing him around the tent. “Bro! Tell her she’s sooo dead. Dad’s literally keeping guard in front of the tent—”

“Lo’ak, quit it.” Neteyam’s tremulous answer was harsh. Lo’ak’s smile wavered as he dodged Kiri’s arm and jumped over discarded cups on the floor, knocking over wooden spoons. “I need you to tell me what’s happening over there.”

“Aw, baby’s so scared to come back she needs to make a game plan first?” He laughed, slapping Kiri’s hands away. “I’ll only tell if she gives back my karambit knife.”

His older brother sighed, a bit too exasperated. 

“Yeah, I’m not letting that one go and I’m also making it your problem—”

“Lo’ak, she isn’t here.”

He stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

“She isn’t here. I couldn’t find her.” Kiri bumped into him, unable to stop herself at the right time to hit the brakes due to how abruptly Lo’ak had stilled. They’d almost tumbled over. “Dad told me to wait until he contacts her and I’ve been waiting for minutes. Now tell me what’s going on over there.”

“Bro, you’re serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious, skxawng!” 

He turned to Kiri in disgusted discomfort, who had damn-near glued her own ear to his to hear better. “Forget months, I’ll be free for years. Dad’s not gonna let her take one step off the camp anymore.”

The girl would stomp her foot if she was a couple years younger. “What’s this about?”

And Neteyam would shake Lo’ak from the neck for ignoring him this long while he was fussing. “Tell me already you—!”

“They’re having a fight bro.” He leaned better to peep outside the tent. “Yeah.”

“She came back? Why didn’t you tell me?”

It was uncommon for Neteyam to completely disregard the previous input he’d been given. Lo’ak didn’t understand this level of anxiety. “Are you having a brain fart? Would we be having this conversation if she was here? It’s mom and dad who are fighting.”

It wasn’t that serious — on the contrary, his sister was quite simple to understand. She didn’t want to be found and had changed her place of hiding. End of story. The golden boy’s worrywart nature was keeping him from reasoning. 

“Don’t be a smartass.” Lo’ak practically felt Neteyam’s want to land a loud smack on his back. “Were they only able to reach her, then? Is that why they’re fighting?”

“You’re asking me?—”

The older boy began to grumble under his breath. “This is why I called Kiri.”

Said girl’s ears perked up over picking her name from the static-surrounded line. Lo’ak snorted. “Ouch, bro.”

Kiri shook him from the elbow. “Me? What about me?”

“Great title for your autobiography.”

Kiri raised her arms to give him a beating and Lo’ak was already bolting away from anywhere near her vicinity. The siblings didn’t even take notice of the line with Neteyam going dark as they focused on their own play-scuffle for a while. 

Until Lo’ak bumped into someone.

It wasn’t Tuk. 

Shoulders pulled into himself, he turned around torturously freaked out to find dad standing there like a ghost, his tactical vest packed to the brim and gun hanging from his back the way they wore their bows. 

The blue of his skin had faded into an ashier tone, amber eyes wide and bloodshot, the veins on the normally put together Olo’eyktan’s forehead were bulging, even a socially clueless person would pick up something was seriously wrong. He commanded cold authority of the battlefield simply by the way he stood, immediately triggering Lo’ak into soldier mode.  

He took a few steps back, chin hanging low at the lightless, unblinking stare his father pushed down on him. “Sir.”

All the sleepiness that had Tuk unresponsive and nodding off through Lo’ak and Kiri’s push-and-pull was knocked out of her at the sight, she was now unnerved and frightened. “Dad?”

The man’s intensity was somehow eased by his youngest’s reaction, but he held back from taking her in his arms like he normally would to comfort her, didn’t even care to remark on how they were supposed to be sleeping — how they’d woken their little sister up, instead focusing on Lo’ak. “I want you all to listen well. Your mother and I are heading out for a minute and your grandmother will be with you soon — Neteyam is Oscar-Mike to come back here. Stay put and don’t go anywhere, understand?” His finger pointed accusingly at him. “Don’t cause trouble. Looking at you boy, what I’m saying here is Marine proof. I’m at the end of my wits here, don’t even think about slipping a tail out of this tent.” 

The potent severity of whatever the hell was making him this agitated to the point of a voice so hoarse it was unrecognizable got the wheels in Lo’ak’s head whirring. “What’s happening, dad?”

“One child!” The thundering shout came down on him with the force of a falling mountain, making Lo’ak jump out of his skin. “I need one child of mine to listen to me without asking any questions today!” Dad’s voice broke when Tuk whined, he shut his eyes as if he was in physical pain, and flexed his jaw, shaking his head and pulling the girl in from her shoulders to soothe her. Still no direct hugging. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Lo’ak said immediately, distraught by the over-the-top reaction, hands unknowingly curling into fists by his sides. Whenever that sky people word ‘Jesus’ slipped from dad not having any control between the border of his two languages, the boy knew it was demanding gravitas. “I heard you CFB.”

“Good.” He thinned his lips. “Kiri, please.”

Lo’ak frowned at dad basically asking for her to play her brother’s keeper in Neteyam’s absence in two simple words.

She nodded. “I know dad.”

He caught a glimpse of his mother running in the distance, her father’s bow in her hand. 

Just what was happening? What had you done? 

Eywa, it had to be sky people. 

Dad saw the realization in his face. “Stay,” he emphasized, one final time before he was also gone with the wind. 

Lo’ak wouldn’t have obeyed if it wasn’t for his grandmother arriving just in time, keeping them busy with a story about the arrival of a wounded ikran with no rider.

You realized the gunshot wound puncturing your upper abdomen was there the whole time when the avatars put first aid and later slapped a rectangular sky people bandage on it that helped clotting or whatever it was called, the pain simply not being there had played a big factor in it with the body running on pure adrenaline. 

(Crouching close to you, Quaritch had bragged, “We aren’t so bad after all, huh, sweetheart? It’s called civilization. Your daddy ever taught you about that?”

Civilization, your ass. They needed you. There was nothing well-meaning about what they were doing.

And the nickname had ticked you off, sullying the good memories of father, your head slammed into his nose in full power after a hiss.

“Now my daddy taught me that!” you spat in English as other avatars had tackled you. The man claiming to be Quaritch was smiling as he wiped away the blood trickling down his nose.

What was the point in trying to patch you up if they were going to do this, then?)

You were now a part of an elaborate trap to lure your father in. Bait. The worst position to be in. This was the kind of trouble Lo’ak would get himself in. It was too late to go back now, the mess you’d gotten yourself into had made itself known. 

Think, think! How could you get out of this?

Within the unsleeping forest’s nightly noises chirping all around you, a specific call in the air halted your train of thought. 

It was mom. 

Your parents were here. But how? How did they know where you were, exactly? Dread and expectation pooled in your heart, coexisting in a nauseating mix. 

Father must be thinking that you already caused so much trouble, they couldn’t know you were also hurt, you’d never hear the end of it.

But there was no time to think, the pain you should have been feeling was ebbing its way into your body, and she was calling in the night to inform you to get ready.

All hell broke loose when the man who held you tight from your queue was shot right from the back of his head with an arrow, collapsing right on top of you. 

You couldn’t get away in time to not be crushed by his dead body and promptly got squished between the mossy soil and him, his gun was hurting you, the wound on your stomach getting in the way of you using your core to push the body off. 

How many minutes had passed with you struggling to get him off as a hurricane of bullets roared, you didn’t know (it hurt, pain was climbing towards the threshold) — mom was able to break free from the weight of a whole AMP suit, as you’d heard as a child, a Na’vi was naturally strong, but you couldn’t even crawl out. Panic was a rope tightening around your ribcage as your breathing picked up

All of a sudden, the weight was gone, and the only remaining thing from it was the big gun left from the avatar you found yourself hugging for dear life, eyes wide as saucers. Before you could see whoever had done that, you got hoisted up right back on your feet and tried to run, only to be held tighter and pulled behind the trunk of a tree.

“Hey, it’s me, it’s me!” Clumsy, overwrought hands were cupping your cheeks and — and oh, it was your father. 

You didn’t know whether to be afraid or cry from happiness.

Once he was sure you registered it was him by staring intently in your eyes with that edge of the softness you’d missed so much, his hold shifted to your neck and around your shoulders, and he gave you a look-over, checking for any wounds. Too bad what he was searching for was behind the gun you were holding. “Are you hurt?” He shook you when you were too stunned to answer. “Are you hurt at all?”

“No,” you shook your head automatically, it was weak against the explosions of bullets raining down all around you, but father had picked it up regardless, only focusing on you for the moment.

In the darkness, nobody could see the blood running down your body, that bandage had come out at one point. 

“On my mark, we’re gonna run, okay?” He nodded to you, tomahawk axe in hand coated in a dark substance, commanding your full attention. “Follow me. Ready? Ready?”

You weren’t ready at all, stomach feeling like it was being stabbed at every heartbeat, but you couldn’t tell him that. 

Instead, you ran like hell, moored by father’s taut clutch on your forearm pulling you forward to match his incredible speed dodging roots, bushes and branches. 

Things stopped moving only when you were enveloped in mom’s embrace, consciousness almost flying off from the relief that washed over you. Kisses were peppered along your hairline and forehead, her mumbling your name in gratitude blending with your panting. Tears burned bitter in your eyes, but you couldn’t cry, not when father was looking at you like that, chest rising and falling. You instantaneously remembered why you were holding that gun at the intensity he was radiating, tail escaping between your legs and letting mom hold you. 

At least this way he wasn’t able to objurgate you.  

Over her shoulder, you saw three ikrans instead of two. Heart soaring, you were skipping towards him in pure astonishment in a heartbeat. “Hey buddy!”  

His head lowered down towards you in bird-like movements. In this angle, it looked like he was giving you a razor sharp-toothed big grin. 

“He brought us here,” your mother said. The hand you were going to pet the ikran with stopped midway at her dejected tone. “You have passed Iknimaya, I take it. On your own.”

You didn’t know what to say, feeling immense guilt at having made her this disappointed over it. If this was any normal situation, any normal fight at all, you would have shot back with, ‘Well father told me to do it.’

But you were tired. 

Your pain threshold was being threatened, and you needed to get to your grandmother before any of your parents saw the situation you were in and this escalated into the worst fight you were going to get into in your entire life. 

Father’s only response was a dead cold, “C’mon, we gotta get outta here.”

He didn’t talk to you after that. Not one word. 

Squatting on an ikran’s back on a flight with an abdominal gunshot wound you were trying to hide was not an option unless you wanted to pass out midair and was looking for a free dive, so you were all but hugging the poor thing’s neck like a monkey, trusting him to follow your parents while you concentrated on mentally fighting to level out the pain. 

Nonsensical as it was to believe the gun stuck between your ikran’s neck and your stomach was acting as a tampon to lessen the bleeding, you were concerned with how dumb it must have looked to father and mom, how incompetent they must think of you that their daughter didn’t even know how to ride right. 

Got an ikran for nothing. 

Would they be less proud of you seeing how funny it appeared, nevermind that it was to contain your pain all the while not trying to faint?

But no words were exchanged about it. 

Father clamping up right after he’d made sure you weren’t hurt (yikes) had resulted in this awkward trip succumbing in total silence. They had sandwiched you between them, only necessary space for the ikrans to beat their wings freely left, so close that you could discern the scariest look on father yet, deepening the lines of age in his face while simultaneously expressing his barely contained desire to kill someone. 

A ticking time bomb. 

Forget speaking at all, but not only did he never address you until now, he didn’t even look in your direction for once. You knew because staring at him for five minutes straight for him to just acknowledge your existence had proven to be unfruitful. 

And the tears involuntarily streamed down your cheeks with how utterly worthless and alone that made you feel, trapped in this agony you couldn’t help but hide because he’d think you didn’t deserve to complain after bringing it upon yourself. You would rather bite your tongue and bear the pain than stay dreading his reaction. 

Yeah, no, he couldn’t know. 

Mom was looking over at you every one minute to make sure you were okay after her ears picked up on your sniffles, arrows of worry shot from her side sinking down your skin every single time, and you hated to make her this way. 

Your ikran kept comforting you through tsaheylu until you landed.

Father had promptly jumped down, agile and making haste away somewhere, passing you by and giving the cold shoulder. You all but slid off your own ikran, managing to make the gun stay where it should be, as you couldn’t help but weakly call out to him for one drop of consolation. “Father…”

He didn’t stop for you, quickening his steps, but his ears twitched, the tail beating the air ferociously halting and lowering before it returned to the previous motions, and those were the only indications that he’d heard it Lima Charlie.

The man just didn’t want to talk to you.    

And you had to make yourself believe it wasn’t the emotional devastation that had you falling down, but the wound sucking out all your energy now that you had gotten to safety. 

“Ma’ite?” Mom rushed to you. “Ma’ite, what’s wrong? What is it?”

“I’m okay, mom, it’s okay.” You were sitting on the floor, cross-legged. Thank goodness you still had the unbreakable willpower (and not the fear of Eywa put into you by father) to hold your shit together. “I’m okay. Just tired. My knees buckled. Weak, you know?” You swallowed, smiling. “I’m just… Just resting.”

Her gaze full of concern studied you, zeroing in on the gun you clung on for dear life against your stomach. Her hands lovingly brushed your hair, gripped your shoulders and elbows even though you were disgustingly clammy all over. It was grounding, anchoring within the ocean of pain washing over you in waves. 

“Oh, why are you sweating so much? You’re freezing.” You clutched the gun harder in a panic when she grasped it, most likely to put it away. It was the wrong reaction to have, but you weren’t exactly in the position to function healthily. 

Mom, as any other person would, got suspicious from it, her eyes flying up to your owlish ones — blanked out like a frightened animal. “You’re fine now,” she whispered, thankfully attributing it to how disturbed you must be, still not out of survival mode. “You are safe, my daughter. Mom is here.” She cupped your cheek, but every touch to your body hurt now, even when it was away from the gaping wound, still gushing blood, trickling down your hips and getting you scared that it’d be discovered once you stood up. “I’m here.” She searched your soul to know just why you were grimacing at her attempts of comforting. “I will take this now, you do not need it anymore.”

You snapped out of the gradually darkening gray haze mom’s lulling was laying you down gingerly into. “No, please don’t,” your breathing hitched. She was going to see. She couldn’t see. You had to avoid this somehow, as long as you could. Grandmother’s tent. You would make it, you had to.  “I’ll… I’ll just sit here for a while, okay? I need to just… take a small break, and then I’ll… Can you go back? I’ll follow later. Father is angry, I don’t—”

“Nonsense.” Incredulous and enraged suddenly about something you couldn’t put a finger on, and before you could stop her, she tried to haul you up with her by gripping your upper arms — colors exploded behind your eyelids, getting you you to lose consciousness for two seconds, your vision flooding back in a starry kaleidoscope. When mom’s voice reached your ears, it was in staccato exclaims your ears were ringing too much to discern. She was shaking you. 

You weren’t able to sit up straight anymore, leaning forward — mom had caught you, utterly confused and panicked at the same time. And then your head was lying on the crook of her elbow resting on her legs she’d tucked under herself. The moment you’d switched from sitting to straight up lying down was missing from your memories. 

A baby being cradled. Yes, this is exactly what it was like. Gentle arms surrounded you amidst the pulsating sea of agony. 

Your body was letting go, but your arms were vices around the gun, still holding that last line. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. They can’t know. Father will be so mad if he learns. “‘m okay… ‘st restin’…”

When your eyes cleared enough for the surroundings to be only a bit blurry, your mom was looking at the hand she’d just tried to take away the gun with, caked with your blood that had stained it, out of it and perplexed like she didn’t want to believe it. 

Her gut-wrenchingly stunned numbness sent the misery clawing its way inside into overdrive, pulling your consciousness down to the earth from the clouds it was ascending to. “Not mine,” you forced out, but it came out as begging. Everything was falling apart. The plan was so simple, why couldn’t you do anything right? “Not mine. Please. Mom, it’s okay.” 

“No…” Mumbling, she started sharply swaying back and forth, and with one brutally vigorous attack, she ripped the gun away from your arms, and hurled it away — then it was over. Your sob wasn’t due to the motion hurting you, it was all entirely for the broken wail of your mother at seeing the bloodied mess, tears spilling from her eyes as she reached down to press down at the pouring liquid. “No! No! Oh Great Mother! Why did you hide this! Oh, my daughter!” 

“No, mom, I’m fine, it’s nothing. Not my blood. Not my blood, okay?” You reached up weakly and wiped at her cheeks with trembling fingers, your heart got crushed worse than the pain could beat you down at her grief — lungs constricting. Where was all the air?  “I’ll get up. I’ll go to grandmother, don’t cry. Just resting.”

Frantically looking around, she yelled, “Jake!—” but her voice didn’t quite come out, breathy as if she’d been punched in the ribcage seconds prior.

A heartbeat’s worth of nothingness, after which you were full-on freaking out. Only one thought: Father will be angry. 

“No!” You shrieked, and blood swelled in one strong pump against mom’s fingers. She looked down at you in anguish, pupils blown wide, arm tightening around you as if you were a flailing bird. “Don’t tell him! Don’t tell father! He’ll really kill me for this—”

“No, no no no,” she shook her head, frenzied, tone cracked from beginning to end. “Do not say that. Don’t you ever say that—”

But you were struggling in her arms, wanting nothing but to crawl away into a hole, no reason registering whatsoever, only instinct. “He’ll be so angry,” you begged, pleading, pink spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth. The sound of gurgling accompanying the words you forced your whole body to form. “You can’t tell him — you can’t! He already hates me!”

The more you thrashed around and kicked your legs, the more you bled.

“Please, Great Mother!” The more mom lost her mind, hissing and howling hysterically, crazed, hugging you tighter and rocking. “Jake! Jake! Ma’Jake!” She put her temple against yours. “Not my daughter, please, Eywa…”

Why was she being like this? It wasn’t that serious! You were okay!

Delirium claimed you hot as she kept calling his name and her unbreakable hold on you kept you in a cage of a mother’s despair. In your feverish mind, a threat to your life was coming. Weakness spread like wildfire around your body and chipped away at the pain, slowly picking it apart to replace it with drowsiness. “Don’t call ‘im,” you continued to repeat, over and over again. “I’m just taking a break. Don’t call him over. He’s gonna be angry. He’ll hate me. He hates me. Please, mom.”

The sentences slurred together, shortened, wilted away pitifully, your voice died down, tongue deteriorating into only echoing, “He hates me.” A withered away, old flute. 

Your ikran was bellowing in the distance and you looked. The torches on cave walls were illuminating him and finally revealing to you his beautiful color scheme.    

And then your father was here, falling to his knees right beside you, his glistening wide eyes flying everywhere around your body — tracing all the blood, hands hovering above you as if he didn’t know where to start piecing a shattered vase back together.   

It was over.

Fully expecting the chastising you were about to receive to shake the floating mountains so bad the enemy would be able to spot you, you began to apologize — pride be damned, this battle be lost, you’d failed anyway. “Please don’t be mad,” you shuddered, meek and unsteady, tunnel vision flickering at the edges only perceiving him. “It’s my fault—I’m sorry—please don’t be angry—”

“Stop talking,” he ordered, rough and harsh, eyebrows knitted tightly, and out of breath — probably because of how hard he was trying to hold the anger back. You knew. That had to be it. “Don’t speak.”

Ah of course. This was only natural when he had refused to utter a single word at you the whole way, denying you the temporary comfort of a simple glance. 

Even the hand he pressed down so ruthlessly firm on your stomach it might as well be a boulder pinning you down was meant to be punishment, the whines your unbreathing lungs couldn’t stop turned into yowls — you hadn’t even noticed your hands were wrapped around father’s wrist in an effort to push him away, scratching him, but he only added his other hand on top of the other in return.

“Hang on, sweetheart, I got you, please hang on a little longer,” he pleaded, but you were already too far gone, Eywa was cruel to have plugged your ears to the endearment you’d been dying to hear from him for so long, making the last things you were aware father said to you the fact that he didn’t even want to hear you talking. 

And you fulfilled his wish. 

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[willowsandwonders]

for years i wasnt active on tumblr at all and id just occasionally put stuff in my drafts for if i ever wanted to come back and actually use the site and now. i have an amount of drafts that i dont even want to admit to oTL

it takes me so long to make even the tiniest dent in them but little by little im filling my queue. and then like clockwork i forget i have queued posts and i startle myself every time i see one of them on my dashboard

[melinoelliones]

You had just watched Ellie lock lips with Dina from across the room, what to do now....

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: Strap-On, rough sex, jealousy/toxic (kinda), cursing, drugs and alcohol, no prep!! Fem Reader

1.9k words

This is a little off character but BARE WITH ME, PLEASE IM A STAR I PROMISE! I’M A ELLIE LOVER!! MAJOR ELLIE LOVER!!!!!

“No way? There’s no fucking way?” you growled, watching the girl you were semi-dating kiss Dina. What was even going on here? One second you were on a couch smoking with a friend, the next you were face to face with the unimaginable.

Tonight was the night of the big party at the base, you were all very much under the influence but the vibes were perfect, until just then that is. You both had even come to the party together, Ellie had only got up to grab you a drink, now she was kissing her friend in front of your eyes. 

“I’m surprised she’d do that to you honestly, I wouldn’t let that slide” your friend chimed in, a hidden grin on her face as she picked back up her drink, her eyebrows high almost coaxing you to “do something about it”. What could you do, you guys weren’t even a proper couple. 

As you questioned yourself as to if you should leave, Jesse strolled past, taking a seat in Ellies original spot which had probably gone cold due to how long she was with Dina at the kitchen island. 

“What’s up? You seem a little low, did the weed hit ya or did you see that scene in the kitchen?” he chuckled awkwardly, nudging you softly, “oh so you saw that– guess we are both in the same boat then”, you exhaled, shifting your weight onto him, hand resting on his thigh unintentionally.

“Guess so, I’m not even sure how to react right now, didn’t expect that at all considering what me and Dina were just upstairs doi~ err I mean since we’re together”, “yh THAT’S what you meant to say” you rolled your eyes jokingly, leaning closer into Jesse as you sighed. 

“Yeah…. Well I think this is my queue to leave”, before you could even turn to your friend who had just abruptly gotten up, you and Jesse both slipped back, him now towering over you on the coach as your back hit the arm.

“Ah fuck, sorry I was leaning on her with my full body weight” you spluttered, face heating up from the embarrassment, he was so close to you, his face merely a few inches from yours, “aha no you’re good, I got no balance myself” he admitted, his eyes scanning every inch of yours. Maybe it was because you were both under the influence but it felt like the entire interaction lasted minutes whereas in reality it was a few seconds, even as these thoughts ran through your brain you were both still in the same position.

“I erm, sorry let me help you”, “t~thanks Jesse ” you replied, his arm pulling you up by your waist. Just as you were about to let him move his hand you felt a fiery presence, and it didn't take a scientist to figure out exactly who it was.

Glancing up, you could see Ellie, cup in hand accompanied by a scowl like thunder planted on her face, “What are you doing?”. “It’s not what it looks li~” “No one was talking to you Jesse ” she sneered, eyes never leaving yours. “Are you for real right now?”, a smile of utter shock emerging on your face as you scoffed, “this isn’t funny, at all really.”

Was she really getting mad right now as if she wasn’t tongue deep in her friend's mouth like 5 minutes ago? You hadn’t even done anything, yeah maybe you shouldn’t have been so up close with Jesse but at least you didn’t kiss this guy, and the position you were both in was a total accident anyway. 

Jesse silently yet stiffly shuffled away as you continued to have what almost felt like a staring contest with the girl, her anger rising every second but you refused to back down. “We are leaving…. now”, she demanded, grabbing your arm to make sure you followed behind.

As mad as she was, you could feel how soft her touch was with you however the urgency was still there. You followed in silence as you both left the party and headed towards her house, you could almost hear her muttering to herself as you reached her door.

Strolling through with absolutely to care in the world she slammed the door behind you, her cold stare almost piercing through your back. “So that’s how it is huh, I leave for 5 minutes and you go about getting all cozy with Jesse?”.

What was she talking about? He was just holding your waist, she was kissing a whole other woman. Your mind couldn’t even really comprehend what was going on due to your anger and the drugs. 

“So now I can’t be close to boy friends?”, “What is up with you tonight, we were fine when we got there” she asked, still facing your back as you refused to face her. “What’s up with ME? You kissed a whole woman in front of my face, am I supposed to sit there and be chill about it?”, you spat, taking a few steps towards her bed. 

“What are you talki~ OH you saw that? Is that really why you’re acting this way? Grow up”

“The fuck you mean, grow up? Who do you think you’re talking t~”, Ellie cut you off as you tried to finish your sentence, pushing you back harshly onto the bed.

“Are you jealous? Maybe even upset that Dina got the first kiss of the night perhaps?” Ellie snickered, her body hovering above, her face barely centimetres from yours. You had to admit, being under her always had an effect on you, even while pissed off she was hot.

“Far from it, but it seemed like you looked a little jealous when Jesse was sitting with me, his arm around my waist while our bodi~”, you teased before Ellie cut you off, her cold lips catching you by surprise as you attempted to follow her rough rhythm.

You watched as Ellie broke the kiss angrily whilst attempting to catch your own breath, the taste of the alcohol she drank lingering in your mouth, “God you’re so annoying when you try to piss me off, but fuck you look so good doing it” she groaned, sauntering over to her drawers, rummaging through them with no rhyme or reason. 

Just as you attempted to get up you were met with her face once again, this time a harsher expression spread across her face. “Is this what you wanted huh? First you dress all skimpy to our friend's party, then you get all up close with a guy you don’t even like. It’s almost like you set out to make me jealous from the start” Ellie spat, the venom of her words just rolling off the tongue as she unbuckled her jeans, your body almost tingling from the narcotics.

“But if you really wanna know I had hoped you wouldn’t see that. Dina was super drunk, I was helping her sober up and when I went to grab you a drink she kissed me. I’m going to assume you immediately stopped watching though as you missed the part where I pushed her away and cussed her out”.

She’s not wrong, you had stopped looking after you saw the kiss, that girl's tongue in her mouth was enough to make you want to hurl, but wow you now felt silly. She scoffed, her eyes never even bothering to meet yours, as she began to attach one of the largest straps she owned to the already tightened harness she had been wearing the whole night under her jeans. 

“Oh, I apologise, I didn’t even realise”, you sympathised, attempting to get up before Ellie pulled your legs to her waist, your skirt landing on your stomach putting your lower half on show, your soaked underwear earning a slight groan from her. “Nuh uh, where do you think you’re going?”.

“I may forgive you but I’ll still give you what you deserve” the girl groaned, running her calloused hands against your side “and what do I deserv~ ah fuck Ellie” you hissed, your body jolsting backwards as pushed past your underwear and into your sopping core, the strap disappearing completely inside of you. 

“Atta girl, you got it, so fucking wet for me already” She grinned, letting your walls adjust to the size, all your words slowly coming back to you. “P~Please Ell”, “Please what baby? Use your words” Ellie purred leaving a trail of small kisses along your neck, your needy body twitching with every one. “Please f~fuck me” you answered as she pulled up one of your thighs to open you up.

“That’s what I like to hear, of course I will” the girl smirked, crashing her lips back into yours as she rode her hips into yours, allowing the crown to kiss your sweet spot with precision, she didn’t want you to lose yourself too fast. With every thrust she swallowed down your sweet moans and curses, every stride feeling like pure heaven due to the drugs effects, her free hand caressing your cheek.

“F~Feels so good” you choked out, the strap filling every inch of you, “I know baby, it's a-almost like I can feel you clenching around this thing” she grunted, her strides losing momentum ever so slightly as the fabric from the harness grinded against her needy clit.

Nothing but pants and moans filled the air, both of you feeding off of the anger and jealousy that was radiating off of one another. “Ellie, I~I’m so close, please” you sobbed, the coil in your stomach as tight as could be, “already?” she laughed, your furrowed eyebrows telling her everything she needed to know.

“C’mon then, cum for me baby” she cooed, eyes focused on you as she rutted into you with full force. Her momentum slowing down as you grabbed her closer, lapping your lips across one anothers whilst you pulled her waist into you with your legs around her waist taking the entire strap, “you want me that bad” she joked biting your lip resulting in another moan from you whilst you came.

Your hips rocked back and forth as your walls tightened around the strap riding out your orgasm, the burn in your stomach cooling down as Ellie groaned, reaching her own high as the rigid harness straps tightened allowing her swollen clit to continue rubbing against it harshly.

“F~Fuck babe, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to keep standing” the girl jested, her legs trembling as you untied yours from her waist, your body breathless whilst she slowly pulled out making sure to take in the sight of her now white coated strap. 

“Wanna clean it off for me?” she hinted, sitting you up and lowering the dripping cock to your lips as you stuck your tongue out with a nod. “Good girl, just like that” Ellie whispered, a smug look on her face as she watched your tongue lap the length of it, cleaning it off just as she wanted before letting it drop to the floor. 

“Now c’mere baby” the girl smiled, pulling you into another kiss, the taste of you in her mouth returning her on ever so slightly. The night may be in full swing but it was just the beginning for you both, after all the drama all Ellie wanted was you to herself, and she had full intentions of showing you exactly that.

[tisaolin]

The boy from Fengjian and the girl from Edenia

Not proofread 😔 but I had to write this for @majestickitty-si

You were happy for Raiden, he was earthrealms champion! He worked so hard to get to this point, so when you arrived in outworld, you were both thrilled and nervous. Nervous because this was all new for you, thrilled because you couldn’t wait to see Raiden in action.

You watched him win against his opponents Li Mei and Reiko. Beyond proud of him, you jumped up and down, laughing and spewing praises. You grabbed his hand and followed behind the royal family.

You sat next to him at the banquet, none of you spoke to eachother, weird. He spent most of the time conversing with the beauteous princess Kitana. She made you feel self conscious. She had it all, she was wise beyond human comprehension, fit and curved in the right places, she carried herself like the woman men desire, she had the purest heart, not to mention her enchanting beauty.

You excused yourself from the table, looking at the queue of flowers. You reach out to touch one but a voice behind you stopped you, that bewitching voice, it belonged to none other than Kitana. “Be careful, some of these flowers are poisonous” she picked one out and handed to you, “this ones fine, it matches you too” she smiled at you, that damn smile, she placed the flower in your hair and gazed at you. “Pretty” she grabbed your hand and walked you back to the table.

Gosh were you ready to leave outworld. You couldn’t stand seeing Raiden trip over his feet for Kitana. When he blushed, it was to Kitana, not you, When he smiled, it was for Kitana, not you. Everything revolved around her and you hated it. However, things were different on her end. When she awakes from her slumper, you are on her mind, when she waves towards Raiden, its actually towards you, when she sees a happy couple, she imagines you and her in that scenario.

Oh God did your heart hurt, Raiden asked Kitana to join him at Madam Bo’s! A date? A DATE! You pretended to be happy for him, he’s going out with the girl of his dreams! But on the low, you were broken, infront of him, you were your usual self, the happy go lucky version! But once those doors closed and you were alone, you cried. Why couldn’t it be you? You didn’t blame them, Raiden’s a humble, respectable young man and Kitana, a beautiful, intelligent young lady, who wouldn’t want to date them?

Raiden would come home to tell you everything and gush over Kitana, he even invited her to watch him train. She accepted, not because she wanted to watch him, but because she wanted to see you.

She sat beside you, hand resting on her chin while Raiden fought. She looked over at you. Confused, you questioned her, “Is there something on my face?” “Only beauty” huh? The Princess Kitana called YOU beautiful? Baffled is not even the word to describe how you feel right now.

Your heart is shattered completely right now. You walked in on Raiden confessing to Kitana. You wanted to run away but you couldn’t move, you needed to know her answer. It was surprising, her response was not what you expected. The words that came out of her mouth was enough to cause yours and Raidens jaw to drop, “Im sorry Raiden but no, I yearn for someone else” she looked at you and walked over to you, turning back to Raiden. “This is who my heart belongs too” You looked over at Raiden, he looked over at you.

[buttersmama]

Amusement park shenanigans

Choi soobin x m!reader

Summary: an amusement park date w soob

Warnings: none

Wc: 1k+

“yn hurry up! The cab’s already here” says Soobin in hurry as he puts on his shoes for the day, waiting for his boyfriend to get ready. It had always been like this he remembers back then on their first date too, yn was late by a whole hour. Soobin was so bummed about it and resorted to sit alone in the café after getting stood up by his date, and downing down 3 whole drinks.

Just as he made up his mind to leave, the café door sprung open suddenly by a customer, and that was the first time ever when he laid eyes on the culprit who changed Soobin the self-claimed ‘anti romantic’ to a hopeless romantic. “hey, sorry I’m late, I messaged you several times too but you didn’t reply to any” yn says sitting right across Soobin.  

His eyes travel down to the three now empty drink glasses. He tilts his head in confusion before questioning out his thoughts “you are Soobin, right? I don’t mean to be rude or anything but were you with someone else before I came along?” yn asks deflating a bit at the thought. “ah- no, I was the one who drank all the three drinks because I had nothing to do and was kinda sad that my date had stood me up” Soobin explains immediately, and gets embarrassed soon after the words leave his mouth.

His ears burn as decides to shut up. Yn laughs out loud at the boy’s demeanor, and Soobin sinks in the seat thinking he’s laughing at him. “Soobin, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, and im really sorry I made you think I wasn’t coming, I mean no one would ever leave you hanging. Just look at you” yn explains with his exaggerated hand actions.

“ow-” Soobin flinches at the sudden pain, “now who’s getting us late?” asks yn all dolled up. “what’s gotten into you? Stop staring” yn says looking away from his lover’s eyes. “nothing just remembered how we were quite late on our very first date too” Soobin replies without missing a beat, satisfied with how yn flushes in embarrassment. “how many times have I told you it was because I am bad with directions and got lost on the way!

Anyway, don’t we have a cab waiting? Don’t blame me when we get there late and have to stand in long queues” y/n huffs heading out. “wait for me babe!” Soobin says shutting the door behind him after placing the house keys in the pockets. Catching up to their designated car for the ride, Soobin rushes sitting in the back seat with his boyfriend and utters a small ‘sorry for the delay’ settling and adjusting a little.  

“we just got out of the house and I am sweating buckets” yn says to no one in particular while leaning on Soobin while looking at the view outside. “don’t worry yn my love for you won’t decrease even if you stink” Soobin comments jokingly, who was quickly shut up by yn’s stern glare. He quickly

apologized embracing the latter tightly. The couple held the same position till they reached the amusement park.

“we’re here” the mister who drove them, said breaking the silence. Soobin was the first one to get out of the car and waited for his boyfriend to follow as well while he paid for the ride. The amusement park was bustling with people and there was already a queue forming at the ticket counter. “told ya there’d be a queue” yn said joining soobin’s side.  

“and who’s fault is that?” asked mockingly.  

Yn on the other hand ignored the comment and started heading forward after harshly elbowing Soobin as a punishment. The couple joined the queue and waited and waited and waited for a long time until finally it was their turn to purchase the tickets. “tickets for 2 please” yn said, paying for them and taking two purple color bands assigned for adults to wear.

“here, I’ll help you with it” yn muttered to his boyfriend and pulling him along. They stood at a secluded area while helping each other put the bands on. “thank you, baby,” Soobin said suddenly feeling all lovey dovey and embracing his darling. Yn was a bit surprised initially but smiled and leaned in more affectionately.  

Yn cherished such moments; it made him feel all warm inside and think what good did he even do to deserve such a guy in his life. “love you boobie” Soobin scoffed at sudden confession, “love you too or whatever” he says swaying both of them together.  

“hmm, I don’t wanna leave but do you wanna try out the roller coaster?” yn asks looking at his yn to which he nods detaching from each other.  

“ya think you can handle it?” soobin asks being all confident.

“yeah I guess, I mean I’ve never tried it before but I think I’ll do okay” he answers honestly, swaying their hands together.

“if you get scared, just latch onto me instead, I’ll protect you”  

“yes love” yn says absolutely smitten.

They wait in the queue once again and soon enough get to sit on the ride, two people in one compartment it said, perfect. All settled, with the safety bar in place the ride starts, initially it was quite slow which yn wondered around why, just as he was bout to voice his thoughts, the ride took a dip. Not until that moment in life yn experienced true fear. He let out a screech and clung onto his lover eyes tightly shut as a safety measure.  

Soobin laughed at his lover’s antics wondering why would he even suggest going on the roller coaster if he himself was so scared of them, and mentally took it as a note to never bring yn on this very ride. The ride was over in minutes though yn felt as if he had been stuck on it for an eternity. Soobin held his hand out to support a very dizzy and tired yn, this was their first ride and yn already looked like he was ready to pass out.  

“babe, if you couldn’t handle fast rides why did you even suggest going on one?” Soobin chuckled. “I didn’t know it would be so draining! Besides, I had never tried it before” yn replies, still holding onto Soobin as they made their way out.  

“its was pretty good if we leave out the part where you were practically glued to me” he teased. Yn’s face burned up in embarrassment and buried his face in Soobin side staying silent having no comeback. This didn’t go unnoticed by Soobin of course to which he just ruffled yn’s hair gave him a small peck on the forehead.  

Yn’s heart thumped faster at the sweet gesture, face adorning a smile unknowingly.

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

What's your favorite prompt you ever made that no one ever did anything with? The prompt that you were excited to see what people came up with and disappointed no one ever did anything with it.

this is so hard to answer :') its not something i feel bad about because of course this would be the case, but the vast vast majority of the prompts don't have anything written for them that gets posted on tumblr!

there are definitely prompts i expect to be popular and am surprised when they aren't, but I think the best answer to your question is probably anything in my asp tag.

im obsessed with this concept of a family that develops poisons/antidotes and has some sort of weird symbiotic relationship with snakes. im writing the story myself (though its wayyy back in the manuscript queue), but i literally can't help making more prompts about it. you all don't see my vision. but you will look upon my Asp prompts either way.

thank you for the ask!! - L

(It's Ask Day! Ask me anything about anything. Tag to block/follow is L Answers)

[clangenrising]

so im thinking about starting a blog about roseclan (carnation’s clan!)!! do you have any advice on how to stay motivated and update regularly?

Ooh, thats a tricky one. I've honestly been Surprised at my ability to crank out content for RisingClan. I would probably give the following advice:

Schedule Posts.

I try to be at least three weeks ahead of by current post, with content in my queue so I don't have to remember to post things every day or during prime hours, etc. When you have inspiration, make a lot of content and then schedule it so that you're covered when you don't have the energy.

Get Selfish.

You are posting this stuff online, but really your art should be for you first and foremost! So get selfish with it! If you have a specific oc you wanna write about then do that! Don't worry about making things balanced or varied unless that's fun for you. Find a character and figure out how to get a little obsessed with them and then writing them will be easy. I'm that way with Scorch.

Figure out Your Brain.

If you struggle with Motivation in general, do some research and find ways to hack your brain that work for you. For instance, I have ADHD and depression so it can be tricky for me to get things I need to do done, but I've been working for a very long time to find ways to motivate myself. Share your work with friends for validation, set alarms or write goals for your posts on a sticky note, reward yourself with a treat or some video game time after you fill your queue sufficiently!

and as a side note to people who follow blogs like mine, YOU have the biggest power of all to motivate artists like me to keep making stuff like this and there are three easy steps: Reblog, Follow, Comment.

Your interaction with my posts is the BIGGEST thing that has kept me excited to make RisingClan stuff. Reblogs are so much more satisfying than just likes, so if you like something and want to see more of it, Reblog it! Follows are also exciting, its great to see that number tick upward and it also makes it easier for you to stay updated on the content. and Comments!! Comments are so important! One comment is more powerful than a thousand likes, even if all it says is "I love this!" or "Ooh, they're so cute!"

So yeah. I hope that was helpful haha good luck to any artists taking on a Clan Gen blog, and thanks again to any followers who reblog and comment on my stuff <3

[dangerehrenn]

Going on rollercoasters w the boys hcs?

im sorry if this is bad!

i’d love to go on a rollercoaster with these guys

going on a rollercoaster w/ the boys

just gonna say one thing

good luck

so i’m imagining you all on the same ride

ryan and bam at the front, you and knoxville second row, and everyone else behind

(you tried to get front row but bam practically pushed you out the way to get there first)

“Y/N THATS MY SEAT AND YOU KNOW IT”

you’re surprised to find that your group of friends who practically almost kill themselves daily with their stunts can be so afraid of a rollercoaster

queue ehren and preston in the back begging to be let off the ride after two minutes of waiting

steveo and bam telling them to stop being such pussies about it

knoxville almost pissing himself at the fact dave looks like he’s gonna be sick already

and at the fact it will most definitely go all over wee man and preston

be prepared for one of the boys to try and prank you

probably (definitely) johnny

“y/n, does that screw on your seat look loose to you?”

or make you worry just before the ride starts

probably (definitely) chris

“uh, im not buckled in, should i be concerned?”

as well as feeling sick, dave will definitely say something like

“wait will the g-force make me shit?”

followed by

“dude please do not shit it’ll go all over me” from wee man

also chris is definitely wearing his bunny ears so

get ready for him to complain he lost them after the first minute of the ride

when the ride starts get ready for the loudest cheers you’ve ever heard in your life

most of them are acting all confident, thinking they aren’t gonna get scared from a “stupid rollercoaster”

but as soon as the ride goes down it’s first ramp or round the first upside down loop

screaming like babies

(especially mr. i get to sit at the front aka bam margera)

ryan just laughs at how ridiculous bam is being, screaming his head off

but is then caught off guard by a sudden turn, causing him to scream just as loud as bam

after the ride, wee man and preston are definitely covered in vomit, and they vow to never sit behind dave again

ehren looks traumatised

steveo and chris are giggling, wanting another go straight away

ryan mocking bam for screaming so loud

and knoxville teasing you about how tight you were holding the security bar

also surprisingly, chris still has his bunny ears

but you later find out he actually brought a second pair because he thought he was gonna loose the first ones

[megacarapa]

broski it feels like ur on tumblr a bunch ((not negatively or derogatively but in a concerning way))

i look at my notifs and BAM

megacarapa just reblogged a photo!!

:O

u alright my guy?

(soz if this is too casual.. :/)

asfghfa thanks for the concern but to tell you the truth ive been doing great! 😂 its more bc im very quick to reblog things i like and i dont use a queue so of course it will pile up

ive also had it happen to me that i'd follow somebody for their art or for a specific fandom and turn on notifs for them and then am surprised by how much they reblog memes/random stuff like that, so sorry about that lmao but in the end if its too much you can just turn them off!

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann. The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 4, The Siege.

Nevarro. Exterior. It was a kind of sunny, kind of grey, sort of intermediate, not too nice, not too awful day. 

An Imperial base is seen from above. It has all the tell tale features of standard Imperial design. It looks like the least natural thing you will have ever seen. 

On a planet that’s mostly lava flows it sticks out like a sore thumb or other appendage because it is a very light grey and has a huge laser turret sticking out at the top. Given the terrain and the design the laser is mount can’t rotate more than one hundred and forty-five degrees. 

It was designed to hold TIE fighters and personnel carriers and not much else and there was no good place to land a larger craft, including supply ships. A typical Imperial design. All for show and nothing for function. 

At least that’s how the voice inside of Grogu’s head narrated the story he thought the old Imp labs told. It told another story too. Just how the heck did the New Republic miss so many bases, forts, stations, and depots left behind by the Imps? 

It also asked a couple of questions… who the heck paid for all this stuff and where did they find the workforce? 

Surely someone on Nevarro, like the head of the bounty hunter’s guild knew about the place. Greef Karga admitted to know it’s location, but as far as Grogu could tell, knowing about what was in the base, how it had been used, and if it was still occupied was too much like work and the Magistrate had plenty of other stuff to do. Or was he High Magistrate by then? Grogu didn’t remember.

And then there was Marshal Dune. Why didn’t she know anything about the base? She was pretty surprised to find out that it was really a cloning lab that was in active use. Grogu appreciated that she had some work of her own to do, like chasing away pirates who used to think Nevarro was their private planet for drinking and whatever else. But they couldn’t have taken up all of her time? He knew she hadn’t been doing her reports. She hated stuff like that and had let it pile up in a virtual queue. He’d seen her in box. She had thousands of unopened requests that came from New Republic tags. 

Now, why, you may ask, did Grogu care about any of that stuff? Well, it was pretty simple. If he and Din Djarin were going to make Nevarro the base of their operations they couldn’t afford any surprises like a battalion of stormtroopers showing up for tea and snacks or the sudden presence of an ex-Imperial war lord, or even a pod of pirates trying to steal back whatever they had stolen to begin with. If you were going to make a place home then you better know something about it. 

Grogu knew, for instance, that Coruscant had once had a population of almost three trillion people. That was a three with twelve zeros following it. That was a lot of people. He also knew that the planet had a diameter of 12, 240 kilometers. (Grogu didn’t actually know if that included the 5000 levels of living space on the planet or not.) This made Coruscant not a particularly large planet for hosting so many inhabitants. 

Grogu also knew that when you covered your planet’s surface with a city, you didn’t really grow very much of your own food. The people of Coruscant had experienced famine’s many times due to Naval blockades and severed supply lines, both during the Imperial times, as well as, shortly after the Rebellion. They mostly blamed the people who were supposed to bring them the food for the problem, never thinking that living on a planet that functioned like a space station was the real issue. Everyone on Coruscant was a member of the planet’s ‘crew’ whether they liked it or not, functionally speaking. 

The New Republic had done their best to address that problem by moving its capital off of the problematic planet. That was helping. For now. But just like on Nevarro, Grogu thought the people in charge should be taking a hard look at Coruscant to see if there were still Imp bases, labs, forts, stations, and depots hidden in the five thousand levels of the city. While they might be hard to spot, you’d never find them if you didn’t look. And if you didn’t look, well, you’d probably have a lot of stormtroopers showing up for a picnic they weren’t invited to. Because someone would have to pick up the tab and Grogu didn’t think any of them could cover a bill like that.

[aurorangen]

hi im back from my mini hiatus so ill be posting the few random stuff in my drafts until i get back to postcard legacy! ill try to stick to a schedule now, queue at gmt time

once a day: at 10:30 pm and tzr between 1-3pm

if twice a day: between 1-3pm/10:30 pm tzr before those times

post every other day or no weekend posts depends

also i reached 500 followers!! what a nice surprise to come back to! thank you very much for all the love and support these 7 months ❤️

[tomaturtles]

I think that post you reblogged is an ask meme, so im sending you an ask like god intended. whenever i see your URL i will forever think of amy. she is best girl - she is YOUR best girl. im also going to forever associate you with kaworu and evangelion as a whole because of your new profile picture and you spamming some really sick eva fanart. and , of course, i just think of you whenever i see anything ben 10 related. kevin? gwen? ben himself? i think "oh boy toma would love this"

anyway i hope you have a good day :)

OH YOU'RE RIGHT i just saw people doing it in tags and followed suit.... thank you for keeping ask culture alive and also YAAAYY I'M SO GLAD all of those are my beloveds 🥺🥺💖💖 SO TRUE Amy IS my best girl!!!! She's the girl ever i love her

Hhfjabdjahd the surprise eva fixation got me sooo bad and it was apparently huge on Tumblr years ago so i keep going through rabbit holes in old blogs and queuing cool stuff 😭😭 my queue's still at like. 250ish posts (not Only eva posts but. Probably most of them. I Did have a blorbo moment and queued a bunch of Kaworu posts for his bday yesterday).

And IT'S TRUE i always love seeing Ben 10 stuff..... i feel like i post about less frequently than whatever's usually plaguing my brain at the moment on here but it's one of those things that are a Constant in the back of my mind so i'm glad my occasional Ben 10 Moments are enough to stick out!!! :D

TY FOR THE ASK i hope you have a great day too!!!! 💛💖💛💖💛💖

[redacted-dear]

you saved me from myself

    chapter 1, super proud of this and excited to keep writing it

but before i continue i wanna know if you guys are genuinely interested in seeing this continue.

im planning on having this be a bit of a slow burn enemies to friends to lovers because i also want to incorporate the canon lore to like almost make it feel like its part of the story and its just another listener

listener will probably get a few names threw out but the final one will be when we hit the lovers portion of the plot, ya know.

so tell my if you guys are interested in seeing this Christians listener fic continued

Btw I made a Pinterest board for my vision of Christian in this fic, it's posted on my page if anyone's interested :)

Arrogant Australian boy – chapter 1

     It was a small little coffee shop. It wasn’t the fanciest, but it just seemed to attract enough fancy people for it to be added to some posh lists on BuzzFeed best coffee places in dahlia. It still seemed to attract enough assholes, enough influencers to bug the ever-loving crap out of you. But it was a routine.

     You stand at the counter in the café just finishing up paying when you see a face. Unfamiliar as most people at the café now days. The fall air follows his arrogant strut threw the glass door with the sound of chimes alerting the rest of the place of the door being opened to a new customer.

     His hair flew in the breeze slightly- and God why did you even notice something like that about this obvious douche.

     You grabbed your coffee from the counter dropping a tip in the cup by the till and give the worker a soft smile. You make your way to the door. Only taking one last passing glance at the stuck-up man now approaching the counter to order for himself. And only as you take your final steps out the door you hear the tones of his accent as he ordered the most basic order you had ever heard. You give a scoff.

     It takes you a unreasonable amount of time to refocus on your walk to work. He shouldn’t occupy your thoughts like that. He’s another stuck-up rich momma’s boy walking around dahlia who’s gotten everything handed to hi, except his ass.

     You chuckle at the thought before walking yourself into your work. Just a small clothing store in dahlia. It was started up by a few friends of yours and when it got large enough, they really needed a manager for the installment closest to your house. It didn’t take much thought on that decision before you were working at a trendy boutique on a main street in dahlia.

     You flip the closed sign over with your free hand taking a sip of your drink and making your way to the front counter to open the till. The front door chimes much like the café and to your surprise it’s the same arrogant boy walking around the store looking at the shirts hung on the front racks.

     “What are you looking for, pretty boy?” you call softly resting forward on the counter.

     “What did you just call me?” he looks up from the soft blue button up on the hanger with a look of disgust.

     You laugh and the sound of his accent dances around the quiet morning in the store. His look of pure distaste almost makes you feel better.

     “You don’t agree?” you ask tilting your head like an innocent puppy knowing full well its condescending as shit.

     The arrogant little fuck scoffs and goes back to browsing. And with that you take your queue to continue your job well sending glances at the aussie who would look away all pissy when you caught him giving you this little disgusted look.

      “You need to update the clothes here; they look like the back of my closet” he scuffed and gestured dramatically towards the store.

     “what’s your name?” you ask giving him a pointed look.

     “Christian, why would you like to know?” the prick you now know as Christian shoots.

     “Just thought I should be able to at least know the name of the Australian bitch walking around my friends store” you say continuing to work well talking. “so, you know, when I speak to you I know what name im using to tell you to get the fuck out”

     Christian looks as if he just kicked in the crotch and it almost makes you smile.

    “I don’t want to hear a excuse, Christian” you say your charade almost breaking watching his wounded expression.

    “Fine, I have to get to my meeting anyway” he huffs making for the exit.

    “With that attitude I’m not thinking you run those meetings” you shoot.

     All you hear is a pissed off grunt and you burst out laughing. That little prick deserved what he got and it makes you so happy to be the one to take him down a peg.

     And yet the pissy little Australian boy lingers in your mind threw out your day. And not the argument. That would be the reasonable thing to think about. But you couldn’t stop your thoughts from trailing off to the way his hair brushed just over his eyes. Or how his accent, despite how grating it sounded, echoed threw the store like a quiet song.

     But you got threw the day closing the store at 6 and cleaning up the last few things.

     As you grab your bag you see Christian walking past the store once more. You grunt unimpressed. Watching him grow red threw the window as his friend clearly says something that gets on his nerves.

     It almost bothers you that its not you making his face contort like that, but you shrug it aside. You had to get home, you had friends you promised to call.

     So, you shove your stuff in your bag and march off. For the first time today. Almost completely forgetting about the undeniable attractive yet grating and arrogant boy you never meant to talk to today.