#its how i write angst without them yelling at each other

[teyamsatan]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀: 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕪 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕

pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!reader

synopsis: In the wake of your separation, your mind is made as to the future of your rocky relationship with your once best friend, now best enemy, Neteyam.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death, confrontation, admission of feelings), strong language.

wc: 6.7k words

a/n: besties, it brings me sorrow to say that monster in me has come to an end, and i can only hope you enjoy and have enjoyed this story, that turned from a silly little fic about two people who hate/crave each other into so much more than i ever envisioned. i really struggled writing this chapter, and i hope i don't disappoint with the ending, and i hope you like it. what i can say, is that this is not the end for Neteyam and Vi, as I have at least one more oneshot in mind to showcase their ... progress (hehe). having smut in this chapter didn't feel right to me, but it doesn't mean it's not coming ;) pun intended.

as always, thank you so much for reading and engaging with my stories and with me, it means more than I could ever express into words. I love you besties, and i hope you stick around for a long time, because i will x

na'vi compendium: txepvi  - spark, oare - moon, nawm - great, tsakarem - tsa'hik in training, atokirina - seed of the tree of souls, sa'nok - mother, senpu - affectionate term for dad

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Break my soul in two looking for you But you're right here

“Are you sure, ma ‘ite? You know we wouldn’t force you into anything, but… please think it through. Eywa’s vision was clear, and it showed you two together. Eywa is never wrong, you know this.”

You thought about it, barely able to look into Mo’at's beautiful, sagacious eyes that always felt like they could see through you, through deception and conceit, and get to the soul of problem, the inner core of your amalgamation of conflicting, earth-shattering emotions, covered by a crust of barely-there composure, ready to erupt with any slight friction of the tectonic plates of your heart. You thought about last night, about his words, that still rang in your ears in a muffled cacophony of sounds you were trying your hardest to drown out, that you were scared would end up drowning you, instead. 

“I loved you, Vi.I fucking loved you. You were everything to me. And you broke me.” 

“Even the smallest similarity killed me, reminded me how much I hate you, how much I want to, how much I don't. I've wanted to hate you so much, I tried so hard, but you were in every dream, in every fantasy, you haunted me my whole life."

You thought about his actions, about what drove them, about how, at the end of the day, they were the same driving forces that you acted on. Hurt. Betrayal. Jealousy. Fear. You thought about your actions. How poison crept beneath your skin and pooled in your heart and pumped it through your whole bloodstream, until it was all there was, until it blinded you, and how he started this, but you continued it. 

How his fault was indifference, and yours was madness that only he had the power to force out of you. You thought about his parents, and how his dad was now your dad, and how hard you fought for hearing the magic words: “we couldn’t have done it without you, kid”. Those words, and the “you’re welcome” that followed, became as necessary to you as the air you breathe. It may have started, this need to gain Jake’s approval, as a way to get a rise out of Neteyam, your best attempt at getting him to lash out at you, scream and yell, anything but the horrible silence he ordained you with, but in time, it had less to do with the boy and more to do with you, with how his dad reminded you of your own, how the words of praise and admiration made the ones you were used to, that you’d never hear again, echo through the your tent and through the forest, hidden in between the whistles and sonorous trills of birds, but never forgotten, not to you. 

You thought about his specious assumptions, and your words, and how, despite what you spat at him last night, they weren’t the whole truth. You did tell Jake that you didn’t want to mate with him, but not out of a lack of love or desire. No, the thought of one day being one with the boy who shone light through the broken cracks of your soul every day after your parents died, the boy who himself shone brighter than any star or sun or galaxy out there in the vast unknown, the boy who challenged you, and annoyed you, and loved you, and got you… it made you happy. It made butterflies flutter in your stomach and tingle, it made a fuzzy feeling gather in your brain and haze your mind until it was full of nothing but misty reveries, of a life beyond your wildest dreams and fantasies, of night flights and battles won together, of family found and family kept. 

You told Jake what you did because your dreams couldn’t happen while you were pushed to the side and made to undertake the duties of a Tsakarem, they couldn’t happen if you had to forsake your talents and an integral part of yourself. You thought that, by saying no, you could make your dad proud, you could make Jake proud… make him proud. You thought that by becoming the warrior you knew you could one day be, you could help him… take away some of the burden that you knew he was shouldering all by himself, that of the eldest son, the responsible child, the prodigy of the clan. More than anything, you wanted to be worthy of him and of his love. That’s why you said no. 

If I can't relate to you anymore Then who am I related to?

But now, it was all wrong. Your love, your hate, your history and your future, everything you’ve done, everything you should have done. It was all wrong. O’i’en was right, you realised. You held onto this broken relationship, this hopeless promise of a mateship, not because you wanted revenge, but because you wanted him… in any way you could get him. Your undefeated stubbornness, and the war that left too many collateral victims for you to ever be able to sleep at night again, led to scars in your soul no one could ever fix, that you’d have to mend yourself in time, that you never could while in an arrangement you should have declined to begin with. It was finally time… 

“I’m sure, ma Tsa’hik.”

…time to say goodbye to the child you knew - the one you were, the one he was, and the love that took too much of both of you, the one that turned to ashes in your mouth. 

And if this is the long haul How'd we get here so soon?

Neteyam’s confusion was normal for the dazed, quiet astir he found himself in after just waking up. What wasn’t normal, however, is how the confusion didn’t evaporate once the blurry haze disappeared, but only deepened with the sight, or lack thereof, awaiting him in the green, luscious clearing he felt like he was reclaiming, like it could slowly be his… both of yours again. He didn’t feel this way now, in this place that all of a sudden felt barren and cold, like an endless tundra, like his soul felt. You were gone. 

In a way, it was to be expected. In some way, Neteyam knew last night was a just a fluke, a heady combination of overflowing of intense emotions that were too intense to be contained, that had to be released in the only way you both knew how, in the only way that would push the hurt aside and leave only a mess of denial and pleasure in its wake, because an orgasm is always easier to deal with than the pain that came with the cathartic act of confession, of owning up to your mistakes, of talking through years of hurt pent up in your already broken soul. You both did what you did best, so Neteyam shouldn’t be surprised. And yet he was. 

He wasn’t only surprised, he realises. No, he would be happy if that was all he was. Neteyam was angry. Angry and seething, as he was, he picked himself up from the floor, the smell of you still imbedded in his nostrils, your cum still on him as he took in his naked form, before tightening his loincloth over his hips, a task easier said than done with the furious slashing of his tail whose movements he couldn’t control, no matter how hard he tried. He didn’t know why such intense, overpowering anger was washing over him in tidal waves that were crushing his spirit under their monstrous weight, removing any reason from his mind, any sane reasoning or critical thinking. Why would he expect you to stay? You didn’t owe him anything, and this changed nothing. Nothing’s different. Neither of you admitted to anything, neither were able to admit to the fault either of you had in the unraveling of your relationship, in the actions that lead to death and hurt, to pain and loss. So why did it matter?

"The first step in solving any problem is recognising there is one, brother. The sooner you admit your feelings, the sooner you can work towards fixing your broken relationship."

Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?

With a sigh, Neteyam made his way back to the village, hoping that once he saw you, all the answers would come rushing back to him, would make it perfectly clear as to the path he was supposed to take, the words that he was supposed to utter, which puerile confessions were better said and which better left gathering dust in the back of the rooms of his heart. When he saw you, he'd finally know...

The day was in full swing in the clan, as people were making the final preparations for the funeral processions that would take place once eclipse settled in. Neteyam winced at the mourning families, at the bodies laid on the floor, covered in leaves and flowers, in the way they'd remain, until their flesh would return to Eywa, return to the nature from which they were born, allowing for growth that would keep the community going. One life ends, another begins. That saying was as much part of him as any organ, any physical aspect of him was. That saying was the dogma of the Omaticaya, of the Na'vi as a whole. He knew it by heart, its meaning coursed through his veins, and yet, it didn't lessen the blow. It didn't stop the hurt and the pain of having to watch it, having to know to some extent, he was at fault for it.

He expected to see you by now, lending a hand, despite the fact you should be taking it easy - you were never one for rule following, and although you got better in time, especially after your blooming relationship with O’i’en, who, despite it killing Neteyam to admit, was a positive influence in your life, some things about you would never change. The need to help, to be of use, to prove your worth, the need to feel like you’re making an effort, the need to hide your pain deep inside yourself, no matter how hard life was grinding you down, it was intrinsic to you in a way you would never be able to shake. And so Neteyam was sure he'd see you here. But he didn't. Instead, he saw his mother, spotting him from across the patch of forest they called home, eyeing him intently, with a blend of emotions Neteyam couldn't quite place. There was a heaviness to her, which he couldn't say he felt surprised about, but the twinge of fear and pity in her eyes, clearly directed at her eldest son, was something he didn't expect to see, and it scared him. Without any thought, he tracked towards his family's tent, unable to break his gaze from her, whose own fell to the floor, before turning away and entering the home, the flaps swinging closed behind her, the sudden chasm between them putting a knot in Neteyam's throat. Something was wrong. What else could be wrong?

And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island Wondering, "Where did my baby go?"

"Sa'nok, nawm sa'nok, Oel Ngati Kameie."

His grandmother's permanent serious expression was somehow even more pronounced now, and Neteyam noticed the signs of weariness and exhaustion clear on her beautiful face. Still, with her most arduous attempt at a smile, she brought her curled fingers to her forehead and extended them in her grandson's direction, before giving her daughter a pointed look.

"What's going on?"

"Ma 'itan..."

The knot in his throat descended until it hit his stomach with a heavy splash, the feeling of dread nearly knocking him over.

"Mother, just tell me. Just please... tell me."

"She... she broke the engagement, Neteyam. What happened between you?"

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go Sorry for not making you my centrefold

The river that the Omaticaya used as a source of water, and nourishment, and entertainment, and hygiene, the one that was normally bustling with life and energy, was barren and deserted as you settled on its bank, leg mindlessly swinging back and forth in the cold, clear water. You focused on the way it felt, the flawless flow, as it touched your skin and how every once in a while, fish would nibble at your feet, and you were almost relieved that at least some creatures still looked at you like you were still alive. You didn’t feel like it, not anymore.

You didn’t feel like a Na’vi, like a person, more like a mix of pure grief and guilt that managed to swallow you whole, leaving just a cloud of misery in its wake. You knew you shouldn’t be here. There were better, more important things for you to do. Help was needed in the village, you needed to prepare for the ceremony, you needed to claim your ikran, wash her, cover her in the leafy shroud she would spend the rest of time in. You had to say goodbye. You owed her a proper funeral. You owed her a goodbye. And yet, your body was paralysed on the edge of this river, staring into nothingness, trying to find a way to make your mind, which was simultaneously empty and full of thoughts, each one more horrifying then the next, work and move your muscles, do the thing it always does where adrenaline takes over and makes you focus, makes you try, makes you brave. There was nothing now, not anymore.

Your ears twitched as the shrubbery rustled with movement behind you, and your scrunched nose relaxed as it picked up Jake's scent. Your coiled, immobile tail found its place nestled next to your thighs, and when you turned your head, you noticed your surrogate father, the mighty Olo'eyktan, dressed in ceremonial garbs, the red, feathery vest contrasting nicely against his dark, azure skin. You couldn’t look in his inquisitive, shocked eyes, that knew you to your core, the eyes that always looked at you with love and care, with pride and encouragement, that now you assumed would be filled with sorrow and disappointment, so you settled on looking at his headpiece, the imposing, oval stone a much more manageable sight right now.

"Kid..."

His feet picked up pace, the same way your heart did in your chest, and you let out a shocked, pained gasp as he kneeled by your side and took your body into his, his hand finding the back of your head and you melted in his embrace, listening to his erratic heartbeat that mirrored yours, that you focused on like a hymn, that pulled you out of stupor, and you watched as your tears stained his chest, before your hands found his back, tightening your grip on him.

"Sempu..."

"Shh, kid. It's ok. You're ok... we're gonna be ok."

Over and over, lost again with no surprises Disappointments close your eyes And it gets colder and colder When the sun goes down

Neteyam was trying to calm himself as he was pacing the floor of his grandmother's tent, so much so the rugs were now matted and torn. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe you. After everything, everything that has happened, everything you've both done... after losing O'i'en and Oare, after destroying his relationship and all his plans for the future, after promising him you would never undo this arrangement, after threatening him you'd both get to burn together... after everything... how could you do this?

The anger was all-consuming as it was lighting his every nerve on fire, as it was playing back, in his mind, over and over, your relationship, your rise and fall, the fall that never seemed to end, no matter how hard he wished for it to end, no matter how hard he didn't. He thought about how broken you both were now that the the fall did come to its unsightly end, and how it left you both in pieces, in sharp shards that found each other's flesh to dig into and lacerate, unable to stop yourself from falling apart around each other even at the bitter final act. He thought about how he should be relieved. It was all he wanted, right? You out of his life. He could go back to the girl, the girl he didn't love, no matter how hard he tried, to the life he was once envisioning for himself. If you truly gave up on him, on your quest for revenge, he should be happy. All he's wanted for the past seven years was you out of his life, right? If all you had and all you were was over... if the nightmare was over, that meant a new dawn would be breaking soon. He should want it... right?

And maybe he would want it, maybe he would be happy about it, if only there wasn't this intense hatred blinding him to the truth of the matter, to the potential this new revelation opened up in his life. Because fuck, things changed. Things changed when Oare died, when his sister talked to him, things changed when you woke up, when he found you in the clearing... things changed when you slept together. He told you things, things he didn't even know he felt, but he did feel, as you came around him, as he saw your face writhing in pleasure when you left scratches down his back. He saw your eyes as they locked with his, and in your eyes, for just a moment, there were confessions that maybe you didn't speak out loud, but maybe you didn't have to.

And then... you just... left. You left him, abandoned him without a word, or an explanation, without as much as a disdained "good riddance, asshole". How could you have done this, after everything that's happened? After everything, Neteyam felt like he deserved at least that... or anything, but not this. Not the silence, not to be told about it by his mother. He deserved more than this.

His legs stilled in place and his stomach dropped as your words, the words you shouted at him yesterday kept rushing back to him like the river after a storm, unrelenting and powerful, ready to knock out everything in their wake.

“You keeping your mouth shut and going about your life as if your life wasn’t impermeably connected to mine was what fucking hurt me, Neteyam!"

"You saying nothing, doing nothing, acting like I didn’t exist, like I was just a toy you outgrew, that was worse than anything I could have ever fucking done to you, don’t you understand that?"

"Do you understand that you abandoned me? I was everything to you, and you just acted like that meant nothing at all."

Fuck.

Do you miss the rogue Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Jake." you tried to contain the cries, you did, but as he held you tightly to his chest, caressing your almost-dry braids and cooing patiently in your ear, it was harder than you could manage in the moment. The sobs were loud and coming out in broken hiccups, but you couldn't find it in you to care anymore, and he didn't seem to mind.

"I did this, we did this... Neteyam and I, this stupid war, all the fights, and the battles, and the never-ending need to make the other pay... and all for nothing! All for something he heard, something I said, that I-... If he just asked, I could have told him, I could have explained, I -... fuck!"

"Shh... hey, look at me, kid." His fingers found your chin, that he raised, despite your silent protests, and you were taken aback by his own tears falling down his face, by the unending depth of emotion behind his beautiful, yellow irises, that reminded you a little too much of his eldest son.

"This wasn't your fault, baby girl. It was mine."

"I love you, you know? So much. I look at you, and I see Neytiri, and I see myself. I see your parents, I see this clan, that I chose to be a part of, that I'm grateful for every day of my life. This clan, this family I have, that includes you, this planet... it saved me from myself, from a broken path. And the thought of losing you, losing any of it... it haunted my every dream, it turned into a recurring nightmare that kept me up at night. So I did the only thing I knew how - I tried to mould you into the soldiers I knew you needed to be in order to survive the humans and their poisoned reach, their need to hurt and kill."

You were in awe of his monologue, that you didn't want to - you couldn't - interrupt. You needed to hear this, and he needed to speak it, and so you waited, and listened, and he spoke and cried.

"I thought I was doing the right thing. A father protects. But I failed to recognise how that would affect you, how much the pressure I put on your shoulders, on Neteyam's shoulders, would come to hurt you, to push you to this point. My words and my actions were what drove you both to the dark place you find yourselves in right now, and I'm sorry."

You tightened your grip on him yet again, and let his words sink in you, pass through you. You let them succumb you, like the water in the lake as it took over your body, until you were submerged in it, until you were a different person as you emerged back into the world.

"I'm still learning, kid. We all are... We all make mistakes, and sometimes the mistakes hurt and they cut and they fester, sometimes they are big enough to take over your whole world and eclipse any light shining through. But... people deserve a second chance. People deserve to be able to make amends, to fight to show you they can do better. And I hope I'm one of those people. And I hope Neteyam is, too. I think you two were meant for each other - I saw it every day of your lives, from when you were best friends to best enemies, you completed each other, complemented each other. You made each other better... and worse. But maybe that shows that one of you can't exist without the other. That maybe the connection you have is more than anything life can throw at you, or that you can throw at each other. Maybe it's time for both of you to get a second chance."

Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Neteyam felt dizzy and nauseous, a sudden need to anchor himself onto the ground more necessary than he could ever remember feeling. Seven years worth of mistakes came rushing over him, ready to swallow him whole. Is this how you felt? This whole time... this is how you felt? So insignificant and small, so used... abandoned, angry and heartbroken... just how he felt. He made you feel this way, he made 12 year old Vi, the person he loved most in the world, feel this way. You left him, just as he left you, and now Neteyam finally could see, finally understood, that you were right. It was worse. The not knowing, the self-doubt and guilt, the feeling like you were nothing more than a toy, ready to be outgrown, knowing you were disposable to someone you thought loved you... it was worse.

He knew he had to find you, he had to, he had to talk to you, he had to tell you all the words his heart was begging him to shout of the top of his lungs, begging him to stop holding inside of it, for it was done keeping his secrets, for all it wanted was to feel again, to dream again... to love again. But it would have to wait. Just a little bit more, it would have to wait, because right now, Oare needed him. Oare would be put to her eternal rest today, and before the ceremony, she still needed to be cleaned and prepared, and while you might not feel capable of facing such a challenge right now, he could do this for you. This he could do, and would, because he needed to, and he knew, deep down, you did, too.

It took a long time, but near eclipse, the ikran was ready, and Neteyam felt a pang of hurt taking in her beauty, so ethereal and extraordinary, so much like the person who came to call her a sister. The person whose voice stopped Neteyam dead in his tracks and sent shivers down his spine.

“Neteyam…?” 

When he turned, and saw you, eyes puffy and red, filled with tears that weren’t the first you were shedding, based on the deep stains on your beautiful face, your chest heaving in panted, uneven breaths, released in soft, sorrowful sobs, he couldn’t help in himself, and with a few steps, he closed the distance between you and enveloped you in a tight, rib-cracking hug, one that, to his unending relief, you reciprocated immediately. 

“She’s dead, Neteyam… she’s really dead. I wasn’t there for her and now she’s dead.” You were sobbing in his chest, and he tried not to let the moment overwhelm him, this moment that felt more like dreams he’s had than the reality he had to live through, ones in which you came to him, and let your guard down, one in which he got to comfort you instead of bring you pain, ones in which you were his and he was yours, one in which things were good, and pure, like you were. 

Were you waiting at our old spot In the tree line, by the gold clock? Did I leave you hanging every single day?

“I’m surprised you’re still alive after today’s training. Dad’s not going easy on you, is he?” Neteyam looked at the little girl, laying on the ground, chest heaving, with eyes of steely determination he doesn’t think are like anything he’s ever see before, and how the tears that pooled in your eyes refused to drop, no matter how oversaturated they got. The tears just didn’t drop. He watched intently, determined to see the first one fall, determined to prove to himself that a girl who’s never trained before, a girl who just lost her parents, a girl who was not from a family of warriors, like his was, wouldn’t be able to withstand the pressure that his father never failed to put on him, and he now seemed intent on putting on you.

But much to his surprise, the tears never did fall. Instead, you got up, canines sunk in so deeply, the blood was pouring out of your lower lip - anything to stop the sob of pain he knew you wanted to let out. When you were on your feet again, you ran your hands over your bloodied knees, where the gashes were still spilling red liquid from when you fell off a cliff and scraped them, before shaking them dry. Neteyam watched in awe as the blood dripped from your fingers and into the ground, and all of a sudden, he was left behind, your footsteps echoing through the forest as you made your way back to the practice arena.

“Guess he knows I can take it.” 

Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? Happy birthday Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray? A universe away

"Have you ever considered, Neteyam, that I'm not your enemy? I see you, waiting for me to fail, praying that your dad... and my dad, were wrong about me. Have you ever considered I could help? That if I do this, you don't have to be alone anymore?"

Neteyam's eyes went as wide as his mouth as you turned to face him once more, a soft smile on your face and crinkles around your eyes, that almost hid the soft tears that dropped down your cheeks and mingled with the blood as they reached your lips, and he felt his heart skip a beat, and then two, then three... What was happening to him?

"I'm alone, too. I'm all alone. And I'm scared... of being alone. Of ending up alone. And I think you are, too. So maybe... maybe we can be alone together."

Almost as if controlled by a disembodied presence, Neteyam's body started moving on its own accord until it reached you, until his hand was in your extended one, a peace symbol you both learnt from the once-human Olo'eyktan.

“Friends?”

“Friends.”

And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

“I know… I’m so sorry, Vi.” His hands found your face, that he angled upwards to look into your eyes, holding you tightly, as if letting go meant letting go forever, and he couldn’t, not anymore, not until he told you what he needed to say. Your warm breath brought life into him as he inhaled it, and the courage given by the revelations that loomed over him his entire life, but were only manifested today, it was enough to speak the words nestled in his chest. 

“I’m so sorry… not just about Oare, but about everything. Vi, you were right. I did this, I started this. I should have… I should have trusted you, and confided in you. I should have given you the respect you deserved, the consideration of telling you what hurt me. You deserved the chance to explain your point of view, and I took that from you. What you said hurt me… what my dad said hurt me, but… you were my best friend, and I should have come to you. I should never have let you go, Vi. I’m so sorry.”

The words you've waited for what seemed like your whole life opened the dam of your soul, so carefully put together over so many years, now broken as it flooded your whole being with the full force of the sorrow and relief you've buried so deep, you didn't even know if you'd be able to ever make it surface again. But there it was, and his words brought your own forth, and with Jake's words in mind, with lessons of forgiveness and second chances learnt, you spoke, hoping he'd listen, hoping these words could undo at least some of the hurt you put the other through.

“I’m sorry, too. Teyam, I’m so sorry. After losing my parents, you, this family, were all I had. You were everything to me, and I came to rely on you so much, I couldn’t envision life without you. When you left, it broke something in me. It brought back feelings I was yet to deal with, ghosts that haunted me in the middle of the night, insecurities that continue to plague me to this day, fears of being unlovable, of being too much, of not being enough. I have always been too harsh, too guarded, I have always answered every problem with my fists first and my mind second. I’ve never known how to deal with grief, and so I did it in the only way I knew how - by turning it to anger. By making you the enemy. Every time your absence hurt, I needed my presence to hurt you. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being cruel, I’m sorry for taking it too far. I’m so sorry.” 

It was necessary, this moment that was long overdue, and although you were sorrowful of the fact it took losing so much for you to realise it, you were grateful that did come in the end. You were happy that, as you moved your head slightly to rest your ear against his chest, listening to his slowly-calming heartbeat, you felt safe again in his embrace while you finally took in your sister’s body, that he spent more time that you could even conceive getting her ready for the ceremony, when you didn't. You were grateful that you didn’t have to go through it by yourself, but with the one person who’s known Oare just as long as you, who’s loved her just as much as you loved Seze, the person who despite it all, knew you to your core - your biggest dreams, your biggest worries, your biggest fantasies, your biggest fears. And here it was, the biggest fear, manifested in front of you like a sleep-paralysis demon, that you had no choice but to brave through, but at least, right in this moment, you didn’t have to brave it alone. 

"Thank you. For taking care of her while I couldn't."

"You don't have to thank me. So many things might have changed between us, but this... this never will."

The ceremony was as hard on you as you expected, and by the end, you were so spent, both physically and emotionally, you knew you were in dire need of a nap, one that didn't end in the morning, and maybe not for a few good days. You looked over at Neteyam, who kept his distance, allowing you to be caged in between Lo'ak and Kiri's bodies while you mourned, but who helped you lower Oare into the tree nook where she would lay forever, shedding silent tears as he placed an atokirina on her, his hand finding your lower back as you both said your final goodbyes.

One day, you'd find another ikran. One day, you'll be able to fly again, and think of flying as the beautiful, freeing experience you have come to rely on for your sanity and happiness for the last 7 years. One day. But not today. And not for a long time. Oare made your life special, and worth living. Flying meant what it did to you in no small part because of her. Her thoughts, peaceful and serene, a nice balance to your own, kept you steady and focused in battled, mid flight. Not being able to return the favour would be something you'll have to deal with in time, but as you felt your entire family's presence surrounding you, enveloping you in love and care, as you felt Neteyam's lips make contact with the side of your head in a gesture you've known him capable of, just not with you, you knew, one day, you'll be okay again.

'Cause we were like the mall before the internet It was the one place to be The mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams

It was hot and humid in the forest as you trained - something about the deforestation brought about by the humans made the weather feel hotter, or so the human scientists told you. Either way, you felt as though you were inhaling water instead of air as you tried to catch your breath, the last drill always the hardest in the routine, always the one that broke most Na’vi who were unfortunate enough to be considered good enough to be trained directly by Toruk Makto himself… but not you. You did it, feeling fire in your lungs and sweat mingling with the blood spilling from various cuts from across your body and exacerbating the sting you felt prickling like needles throughout your whole being. Each muscle felt like it was being split in half, but you couldn’t care less. Not now, not when you were so close to beating Neteyam, not when victory would feel so sweet, not when you would be able to collapse in the dirt and pass out the moment it was over. 

In the few months since the ceremony, life was more about healing for you than it had ever been. It was a nice change of pace, the peace, one you haven’t known since your parents were still alive, and for the first time in your life, you felt… almost whole. There were still things missing of course - your parents, who you kept in thoughts and prayers every day, and your sister, who you swore Eywa reincarnated in your new ikran, whose thoughts reminded you too much of hers for it to be mere coincidence. 

“Vi, you better focus if you want to have any chance at beating me.”

You scoffed, and watched as he flew past you, not before sending a small wink your way, that made you lose your footing for a second, before quickly composing yourself and continuing.

“Don’t get cocky, mighty warrior.”

As far as your relationship with Neteyam went, it took a long while, but in time, you managed to mend what once seemed unmendable and earn each other’s trust once more. It was an uphill battle, most days, but you were grateful to have your best friend back, and to be able to finally meet the Neteyam everyone knew and loved, the one that was kind and considerate, funny and charming, helpful and loving to everyone around him. You were grateful that now, that included you, too. Your mateship was never brought up again, not to the family, that knew you needed this time, and was happy to let you have it. The possibility of it was no longer looming over you like a threat, but more like a golden aura of inevitability that you wouldn’t mind giving into, once the pieces were soldered back together through the mutual effort you were both willing to put into to rebuild both your broken hearts. One day he'd be yours and you'll be his… 

But not today, as he beat you, with just barely a split second to spare.

“Ah, that’s too bad… maybe one day. One day, you’ll beat me at this, and on that day, Vi, I will fall to my knees in eternal servitude.” 

When you kicked him in the shin, with all your might, and watched as he fell on his knees in front of you, you smirked, the grin wild and unwavering as you circled him, lifting his chin with your index finger and willing him to look in your eyes, mischievous and filled with amusement. 

“Hmm, look! You’re already on your knees, Teyam. Now… about the eternal servitude…”

You had no time to react as he grabbed your wrist in his hand and pulled you towards him, until you both fell on the ground, and when he kissed you, you melted, like you normally did in the few times it has happened since that first time, in your clearing. You promised you’d take it slow, but in your defence, you were only Na’vi, and this was, in fact, a lot slower than how you wanted to take it. 

You let his fingers roam your body and rejoiced at the way his lips were warm and skilled as they moved on yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before you parted them, allowing yourself the pleasure of this kiss, that meant so much to you, that you will never ever take for granted again. 

“You taste fucking amazing, tsxepvi. Maybe next time, if you apologise and behave, you’ll actually get to cum.” 

You both laughed in the kiss, and with a mental note to yourself to apologise and behave tonight, you knew you were ready to take the next step in this new life, one which neither you or Neteyam would ever have to brave alone ever again. When your lips parted, and he got up from the ground with a soft groan, images of your childhood flashed before your eyes, warm and beautiful, once more, as he stretched out a hand for you. You took it gratefully, allowing him to help you rise, making a silent promise to yourself to commit to more risings than falls, for as long as you could help it.

"Friends?"

"Friends."

The sight that flashed before me was your face Over and over, when the sound goes down

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[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ haikyuu boys as my breakup playlist pt.3

⟡ featuring: hinata, semi, iwaizumi, kenma

⟡ cw: angst, mentions of cheating, heart broken hinata my baby, these also might be longer than the last two whoops. also can you tell i was angry while writing kenma's? ps thank you for 200 followers mwah<3

⟡ an: its that time again (waterparks ((fandom)) edition bc im obsessed)

⟡ part one, part two

⟡ hinata shoyo: never bloom again - waterparks

You and Hinata dated for four years from your first year of high school to your first year of university. Honestly, it could have been a lifelong relationship if it weren’t for Brazil. Hinata told you he was leaving the week after graduation. After telling you, you cried and yelled at him, pounding at his chest while crying ‘how could you do this to me?’ in between sobs but after a while, you had calmed down and you agreed to try a long distance relationship. Hinata visited you whenever he could, holidays, your birthdays, any reason to see you but it wasn’t enough for you. Hinata would always be everything to you but you couldn’t bear the fact that he was so far away, and sure you both called and texted each other but the time difference between Brazil and Japan made it difficult and Hinata could see it in your eyes whenever he visited, whenever you sent him a picture of yourself, whenever you facetimed…you were tired. It got to the point where you would cry yourself to sleep almost every night because you missed him and just wanted to be by his side, so with so much hesitation, you called him one night and told Hinata you couldn’t do this anymore. You needed him, not his texts, not his calls, no matter how much you loved them, you needed him physically there with you. Hinata protested and said that he wold move back to Japan for you but you couldn’t let him do that, you knew how important it was for him to be in Brazil to better his volleyball skills, so he finally gave in and you broke up after a year of long distance. Another year later, Hinata moved back to Japan after two years of being in Brazil, meaning he could see you again, he hoped so at least. Hinata didn’t know what you’ve been up to as you broke off communication with each other after the break up to avoid the pain of being in eachother’s lives. Hinata had his hopes up and was telling Yachi and Yamaguchi his plan to win you back but quickly had them crushed when they told him you had moved to Europe to finish university so you could start a new life. You didn’t want to be in Japan anymore, stuck with all the memories the both of you had made. It was too painful. Now it was Hinata’s turn. He was surrounded by the memories, everything reminded him of you, every now and then he’d see someone from across the street and see your face only for it to not be you, just some stranger. Hinata was never the same, even if he seemed happy and well, he was breaking inside constantly like he would never be truly happy again.

⟡ eita semi: worst - waterparks

You and Semi have been dating since middle school, practically inseparable. you and Semi were both in your 20s now and life has not stopped a single bit. The both of you were currently in the music industry, with Semi and his band being one of the biggest groups rising to stardom in the world and with you being a songwriter. You’ve always been a behind-the-scenes type person so you never really went out to parties or to big events. Semi, however, was a social person…at least on the party scene. It was a chance for him to let loose and not let worries get in his way, and who are you to take that away from him? The trust you and Semi had for eachother was strong, after all, you guys have been dating for years so why wouldn’t you? With this being the case, you never had any doubt about him going on tour without you. You still had other clients to write for so you couldn’t go with him but you never once worried about what he would do. That was until you were hanging out with your friends, Tendou and Ushijima, and they mentioned how Semi seemed different, that he seemed more careless and emotionless. You assured them that there was nothing different about him but when you went home that night you kept thinking about everything and looked back at how life has been since Semi has gained fame…he hadn’t changed. No. He was still the same Semi you fell in love with all those years ago. Sure he had questionable friends that made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t like them, he always had girls lining up for a chance with him but he never gave them a chance…at least you think so. Regardless, you’re sure everything was fine and plus you were going to surprise him at his show in Tokyo! Any worry that you have will be wiped away when you see him all you had to do was wait. So you did. The day of the Tokyo show finally came up and you were standing at his dressing room doorway with tears in your eyes as you look at the sight in front of you- Semi and some random girl all over each other. Semi knew you were there, but he didn’t even care, all he did was give you a side glance before going back to the other girl. After that, you went home and changed all of the locks, removed all the pictures of him, blocked him on everything, and wrote a song that was sure to ruin his reputation out of anger, but even after all of that, you were still stuck with a giant hole in your heart and you don’t think it could ever be filled.

⟡ iwaizumi hajime: i felt younger when we met - waterparks

It all started four years ago when Iwaizumi moved to California for college. You both had known each other for 2 years prior to graduating and it was pretty obvious to other people that you two had a thing for each other but it wasn’t until after he had moved that either of you said something. Iwaizumi was the first to say he liked you, infact he said he loved you. It didn’t take long for your young and dumb self to transfer to where he was studying. You were both in love and naive so neither of you really thought about this big change in depth. The first two years of your relationship were perfect, you both got good grades, you had moved into a small apartment together, and you were both happy, you really couldn’t ask for more. Even though you and Iwaizumi were living the ideal love life, everyone else in your lives thought you guys rushed into things. The two of you weren’t even that close to begin with, you were just classmates in high school who had kiddie crushes on each other. It really all came down to the honeymoon phase, nothing was ever wrong and you never argued. It wasn’t until your third year of dating that you both realized that your life goals were very different from each other and this of course caused a ripple in your relationship. Wanting to be supportive of each other and your dreams, you set your goals aside for now and planned to come up with a compromise when the time called for it. Things were kind of back to normal until you both started learning more about one another. Bad habits you each had, sense of humor you didn’t share, different views, really whatever you could think of you both would disagree with one another and you were starting to get on eachother’s nerves. Iwaizumi reached the end of his rope quicker than you did. He ended things in the middle of a heated argument of something you can’t even remember because the only thing you were worried about at that moment was him packing up all of his things and walking out that apartment door but at the same time, you didn’t care. You had officially fallen out of love with him even though you never thought you could. Now whenever you think of him, all you could think about was how you uprooted your life for him. You moved across the world and for what? Nothing but anger and disgust filled you whenever you thought of all the moments you shared with him. To think of how different everything could have been if you two had just taken your time and not rushed into the relationship.

⟡ kozume kenma: easy to hate you - waterparks

Honestly, Kenma got on your nerves quite often. It was nothing you weren’t used to though because it was always simple things like him not doing the dishes whenever he was done eating or him spending too much time playing video games. Your annoyance never came from anything serious, just simple relationship stuff. When his streaming career started taking off, you never really bothered him to do anything around your shared house. It was only fair since it generated enough income for you to quit your part time job as a waitress and focus on school more. This doesn’t mean that it still didn’t annoy you that Kenma would seemingly spend more time playing video games than spending time with you whenever you had free time. Sometimes he would invite you onto stream so you two could ‘bond’ but it never felt right, to you it felt like you were more of a prop for his audience, like he would spend time with you only because his fansloved watching the two of you interact. Still, you brushed it off because it was still nice to be able to make him laugh whenever you did something silly in a game or said something funny. It also didn’t hurt that sometimes he would get all lovey dovey on camera making you swoon, even if it did feel fake at times. In the end, you thought it was the best you and Kenma could do considering the circumstances, you being in college and streaming being Kenma’s full time job. Kenma had promised you that once you winter break started, that he would put a hold on streaming so the both of you could spend time together and it excited you so it was only natural that you were pissed off when winter break finally came and Kenma said that he had sponsorships to deal with on stream. He said it isn’t something that could be helped but you snapped back saying that he could have scheduled these sponsored streams during any other time. Kenma didn’t care about what you said and just stayed in his streaming room for most of the two weeks. You started to ease a bit though once he started streaming for shorter amounts of times and spent more time with you during the day. You were finally happy with your relationship after who knows how long but then he decided that you being on a break from school would be the perfect time to do a 48 hour subathon. All you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend but instead he just used you to gain more viewers. Again. Still, you agreed to do it agreeing that it would be fun but really yo had a plan. Three hours into the stream you said you have an announcement and everyone, including Kenma thought it would be something happy and big, but really, you were about to publicly dump him. After your little speech on how selfish Kenma actually was, you called one of your best friends to come pick you up and told Kenma that you would be back for your stuff the next day. You were finally free from the one-sided relationship you should have left sooner but now Kenma was rethinking all his choices as he scrolls through tweets talking about the breakup stream. At least it made him go viral.

[kaziwi]

I don't know if you accept angst, so I kind of have two requests. In case you write anguish, I wanted to ask: Ace x f!reader, after marineford ace survives and he ended up isolating himself and thinking only about getting stronger and the reader is always asking them to rest, but he never does and someday, he ends up losing patience with the reader and they end up drifting apart

sif you don't write anguish, I have the same request but instead of Ace losing his temper with the reader, he will like the reader's actions and become more clingy.

If you don't like it, just delete or ignore this request.

Hii!! I am so sorry for the wait!! I'm not too good with angst, so I hope this is okay. I hope you enjoy!!

Drifting Apart

Character(s): Ace

WC: 523

Summary: Ace wants to focus on getting stronger after Marineford, but you just want things to go back to normal (angst)

Ace made sure to lock the door before his workout, he didn't need anyone bothering him. He moved all his weights to his room, he couldn't have the rest of the crew distracting him. He started lifting his weights, slowly adding more to his training regiment each day. He didn't care how, but Ace knew he had to keep getting stronger.

At first Ace didn't hear the small knocks at his door, but once they turned into loud thuds, he put down his weights and opened the door.

"What," he said annoyed, not realizing it was you until he fully opened the door. When he saw it was you he mumbled a quick apology and let you in. You were carrying a tray of food with a small smile on your face.

"Hey," you started, "I brought you lunch...you missed it...again.."

"Oh...thanks, you can just leave it on my desk," Ace said as he turned back to his weights.

You set the food down and turned to him. Ace had shut himself off from the rest of the crew after the war, and only focused on getting stronger. Ace was your commander, so of course you supported him, but he also was your boyfriend, and you knew this wasn't good for him.

"How about you take a break for lunch? We could go outside on the deck and have a little picnic?" You suggested, hoping he'd take the offer.

"No thanks," he said, still focused on his weights. You were getting a little annoyed at this point. You'd been bringing him his meals for almost 2 weeks straight, which you didn't mind, but with this attitude he was giving you, it almost felt like you were his maid.

"Ace I really think you should take a break. Its been awhile since you've been on deck and everyone misses you and-"

"I said no thanks," this time his voice getting sterner. You thought about giving up and leaving him alone, but you were too determined to stop.

"Come on Ace it'll be fun we can-"

"JUST SHUT UP!"

You stood there with a shocked look on your face. You and Ace rarely ever fought and he had never once raised his voice at you. You were at a loss of words, not sure what to say.

"Look Y/N...." he started, "I didn't mean to yell..."

"No Ace, you need to stop this. I understand you want to get stronger, but you need to rest."

"I'll be fine."

"But you won't be, please everyone is worried, just let us help you..."

"I don't need your help."

After hearing those five words, you had enough. You left his room and slammed the door without saying anything. The next few days when dropping off his food you knocked quickly and left the tray outside. Soon you stopped dropping off his food all together, and left it to the rest of the crew to handle. Slowly you both drifted more and more apart, till you stopped seeing each other completely. You still cared for Ace....but until he apologize you refused to speak to him.

[kindlingkeen]

What are your favorite tropes or plot points in Jason fics and why do you like them???

That’s really hard for me to narrow down. I will read just about anything gen that’s Jason-centric. Usually what makes or breaks a fic for me is the quality of the writing and characterization, rather than specific plot points or tropes. That said, some things do stand out…

Competent Jason, my beloved, how I adore you. He’s makes killer (ba-dum-tss 🥁) plans, he can adapt on the fly, and he’s got the range and depth to go up against anyone.

That’s my boy, any story that celebrates this is golden in my book. (Images from Event Leviathan #3)

I like Bruce and Jason origin stories, or stories that deal with them being father/son and Batman/Robin, because these boys love each other so much and, honestly, I just want them to be happy together.

I like fix-its or what-ifs that center around the Lost Days/UtRH timelines, because Jason’s story is a goddamn tragedy and I like thinking about all the ways it could have gone better/differently.

I like stories that feature late UtRH or Outlaws era Jason where he goes through real growth and development, because dc refuses to give us any meaningful character evolution without ripping it away or undermining it, and I have to feed my soul somehow. Bonus points if Jason gets to be badass with his guns or sword (or both 🤤).

I’m always up for a story that deals with batarang incident, although preferably not Dick-finds-out-and-runs-off-to-yell-at-Bruce, been there read that. Also, time travel or alt universes where Red Hood is there for Jaybin, because of all the lovely angst and hurt/comfort (and when it comes down to it, time and time again, Jason can really only depend on himself—thanks dc 🖕).

Finally, I’m weirdly lowkey obsessed with Selkie!Jason. There’s just something about baby Jay as a baby seal that melts my heart. Plus I think the vulnerability of the Selkie coat mythology is a really good fit for Jason’s character, which is so often held hostage to the narrative or other characters.

I could go on, but that’s probably enough for now. Thanks for the ask, anon! 💙

[neopuppy]

I want to start writing and posting my very hush hush🤫 battle of the bands AU without anyone bothering me about updates. im not asking for a lot in actuality BUT……the way people act on here…

if I do this it would be a series. I think I will split up how each part gets posted too……since two groups are involved.

but also if it’s a waste of my time….I’ll just move along and keep rolling out one shots instead.

THIS WILL BE A CROSSOVER AU: nct dream/enhypen🤨

the premise: two childhood best friends(Heeseung/Jeno) fight over a girl in middle school and end up going to different high schools/both have little garage bands that play local shows but both gain notoriety in their districts, enough that a lot of people vote for them to make it to the top 5 for Battles of the Bands in their county

here’s where you come in- you are friends with the ‘00 liners and often help them sling demos/sell merch bc they let you go to all their shows for free, and offer to pay for stuff etc. throughout high school you always had the same boyfriend whose a year older than you and right before you’re ready to graduate you find out he’s been cheating on you in college. broken hearted and full of despair, your buddy Jeno’s like ‘hey if we win this battle of the bands thing we get a spot on Warped tour, you should come, it runs through summer. once in a lifetime opportunity.’

ur like nahhhh, but you go to the battle of the bands and meet their rival group(enha hyung line) for the first time and the singers REALLY into you, which leads to a run-in between him and *gasp* his ex-childhood bestie Jeno, they start talking shit to each other and you’re like😅😅😅??? ‘Why are you yelling at my potential rebound’ to which Jeno shouts ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! HIM(yes.. its heeseung) NEVER!!!!’

yaddayaddya blah blah……you end up going on the tour, both bands come in as the top 2 finalists, and it ends up being the most chaotic memorable summer of your life……tons of drama, LOTS of guys, a lot of hooking up, some feelings, some confessions, jealousy, first times, etc etc. very coming of age with y/n running train on the whole squad as usual. I want to also really focus on each character and sort of how they all ended up in their bands/became friends, very ‘my teenage angst has a body count’-esque. each character has a song attached to them that delves more into their personal story/persona, etc……it wouldn’t be a super long AU, but maybe.

these updates would be SLOW, not weekly!!!! and tbfh if you even ask me once🤏 abt updates I may block you. Boom was like the last series I rly consecutively updated and it STRESSED me out/ruined how fun it was to write toward the end bc of the constant nagging for updates. its actually so much more annoying to read that message more than anything…maybe..

I want to write this bc, I love both groups and I think this type of story is something *I* personally could make something really fun out of, but yeah, like I’ve explained… the ‘when are you posting again/when will you update’ etc or snarky ass ‘FINALLY YOU UPDATED’ etc…..don’t do that!!!

with that being said..…I dare to ask the audience…

[gunilslaugh]

Heyy!! Hope you are having a great day 🩷

Can you maybe ot6 hiding your relationship from their members and how they got caught? It can be angsty as well, i love me some good angst 😌

I hope you're having a great day too 💙 I didn't really know how to write this as angst, but I tried my best! Sorry if it's not that good.

All members < ˆ ~ ˆ >

Summary: Xdinary Heroes were hiding your relationship from not only the public, but their members too… their members just caught them.

WC:~2.3k

Warning:a bit of angst

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

It wasn’t Gunil’s initial intention to keep your two’s relationship hidden from his members, but that’s how it turned out. He was going to tell them, but there was this part of him that likes how you were only his. Something that he didn’t have to share. He found a bit of fun in sneaking around with you too. It was a bit like he had a secret life. A secret life where it could just be the both of you together without any other worries. He wasn’t ready to give that up yet, so he decided to hold off from telling his members about your relationship. 

“You’re dating someone!” Jiseok yelled out. He was looking at some of the pictures Gunil had taken of him and he scrolled one photo too far. Revealing a photo of Gunil kissing your cheek while two of you wore matching hoodies.

“What?” The rest of the members called out. All of them were currently in the green room for a music show. Gunil immediately became very flustered and a stuttering mess.

“I- wh- I-it’s.” He lets out a sigh. “Would you believe me if I said they were just a friend?” Although he already knows the answer. By now Jiseok has shown the photo of the two of you together to the rest of the members. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Seungmin asked. He was clearly hurt by Gunil keeping your relationship hidden from them. Gunil looked around at the other members. They looked hurt too and confused as well.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you guys or anything like that. I was going to tell you all,” Gunil defended. 

“When?” Jungsu pressed. He was clearly annoyed and didn’t look like he fully believed Gunil either. Gunil lets out another sigh.

“I don’t know. I just liked that they were only mine. Being with them was like an escape.” Gunil tried to explain.

“It’s not like we would take them from you,” Hyeongjun stated. Guilt starts to build up in Gunil’s chest. He knows that if he just told them that they would have been supportive about it.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was just being selfish,” Gunil apologized. It was all that he could do. Now he has to wait for his members to forgive him.

Jungsu

Jungsu and you were friends. At least that’s what Heroes knew the pair of you as. Jungsu never told them about you and him getting together. He was too scared about how they would react. Jungsu himself thought that this fear was irrational, however his mind resulted to the worst case scenario each time he thought about telling them. That he would tell them, one would accidentally slip to a manager or staff and then the two of you would have to break up. He didn’t want your relationship to come to an end, so he kept silent about your relationship.

“Since when do you call y/n ‘baby’? Did you two start dating or something?” Jooyeon spoke, with the last sentence holding a sarcastic tone. He happened to be peeping at Jungsu’s phone screen, seeing him texting you. It would have been fine if Jungsu just played it off as a joke, but instead all he could do was laugh awkwardly. Making Jooyeon realize that his use of sarcasm wasn’t necessary. 

“You two are actually dating?” he asked in disbelief. He said it so loud the rest of the members in the dorm heard him. 

“Who’s dating?” The members questioned, coming into the room. 

“Y/n and Jungsu,” Jooyeon informed. Disbelief makes its way onto the rest of the members' faces.

“Seriously? Since when?” Seungmin asked.

“...Two months,” Jungsu revealed. His voice was barely higher than a whisper. 

“Two months? Two months and you never told us? Why?” Gunil questions. It was clear by the looks on the members' faces that they felt betrayed by Jungsu not telling them.

“I was scared,” Jungsu admits. 

“Of what? You know we like y/n.” Jooyeon noted.

“That management would find out and make me break up with y/n.” He voiced his concern.

“So you don’t trust us to keep it a secret?” Hyeongjun accused. 

“No, I didn’t say that. It’s just a worst case scenario. That I know is unlikely to happen, but it could and that really scared me,” Jungsu reasoned. The other members understand where Jungsu is coming from, but they still are hurt. They never thought that Jungsu would keep his relationship hidden from them. It will take a bit of time before they’re able to move on from this.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok liked the thrill of being in a secret relationship. The fact that nobody else, besides you, knew. He was having fun sneaking out to go see you in the middle of the night or lying about spending time in a studio when he was really going to hang out with you. He never meant for the secret to go on for this long though. He thought he would enjoy it for a few weeks, a month even, but then come clean and tell his members about his new relationship. However Jiseok just wasn’t ready to reveal his romantic secret. He can’t even think of a good reason for why he doesn’t want to tell his members.

“Didn’t you say you were gonna be at the studio today?” Jungsu prompted. Jiseok begins to slightly panic. 

“Yeah, I was why?” He tried to sound casual. 

“Really cause I went there to see if you wanted to grab dinner, but you weren’t there.” The panic begins to fully set in now. 

“Must’ve been when I stepped out for a moment,” Jiseok’s voice wavered. 

“I thought that too, but then I ran into Gunil and he said that you never came to the studio at all today.” Jiseok knew that he had been caught. Gunil entered the room along with the rest of the members. They had a feeling Jiseok was keeping something from them. It’s not the first time Jiseok wasn’t where he said he was going to be.

 “Yep you were never there,so where were you?” Gunil pressed.

“On a date with my significant other.” Jiseok looked down at his lap, not knowing what else to say. 

“Why did you hide it from us?” Jungsu inquired. 

“I didn’t mean to keep my relationship a secret for this long I swear. It was fun having it be a secret y’know. I liked it. I originally planned on telling you guys about it after a couple of weeks, but I just never felt ready to tell you guys. I don’t even have a reason for why either. All I can say is I’m sorry.” The members weren’t too upset with Jiseok. They did still feel hurt about Jiseok not telling them about his relationship, but they understood that it wasn’t anything personal. He was just having fun with his secret.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin knew that if he ever got into a relationship that he would have to hide it from the public, due to him being an idol, but he didn’t know that he would end up hiding it from his members as well. A lot of dating rumors about idols had been going around recently and seeing all the hate these idols got for mere rumors put Seungmin off to telling anyone about your relationship. It’s not that he thought his members would disprove of him dating, but rather that he thought it would be safer for his members to not know.

“Who’s y/n?” Hyeongjun asked. Seungmin was currently showing Hyeongjun a video on his phone when you just so happened to text him. Seungmin panicked for a moment. 

“Just a friend.” He played off. 

“You save all your friends contacts with hearts after their names?” Hyeongjun arched an eyebrow. The other members happened to catch wind of the conversation taking place between Seungmin and Hyeongjun and made their way over to them.

“They’re my favorite one.” Seungmin tried to pass off, but he knew that he would have to come clean.

“You’re really still not gonna tell us. Seungmin, it's obvious they're not just a friend,” Hyeongjun said. 

“Yeah either you are dating whoever this y/n is or you wish that you were,” Jooyeon stated. 

“I am,” Seungmin came clean. “I’m in a relationship with y/n.” 

“And you didn’t tell us because? I thought we were close man.” The members never thought that Seungmin would keep quiet about being in a relationship. It hurt them. They would tell Seungmin about their crushes, but he failed to mention that not only he had a crush, but was also in a whole relationship. 

“There are a lot of rumors going around about idols being in relationships. They get so much hate just for these rumors. I thought that it would be safer for you guys if you didn’t know, so that if my relationship got out that you guys wouldn’t get unnecessary hate for knowing that I was in a relationship. I don’t really know if that makes complete sense, but I just thought that it would be for the best.” Seungmin explained. The members could see where Seungmin was coming from, but they were still hurt and needed time to forgive him.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun and you were childhood friends. The rest of the Heroes knew all about your guys’ friendship. They thought that it was cute and were glad that Hyeongjun had such an amazing friend like you but his side. What they didn’t know was that you weren’t just his longtime friend. You had become his significant other as well. Hyeongjun didn’t tell them: A) he wasn’t sure how to bring it up and B) he was worried that with more people knowing about your relationship that there would be more chances for someone to slip up and accidentally reveal it. Rationally he knew that his members would keep it a secret, but there mere chance that the two of you being together could be revealed was enough to scare him into keeping quiet.

“I know that you and y/n are really close friends, but isn’t kissing their temple while hugging them like that a bit much?” Jungsu asked. Jungsu was scrolling through the practice videos Hyeongjun had on his phone when he came across the photo of you and Hyeongjun together. The color drains from Hyeongjun’s face. 

“Um…it was just for the photo? Like a joke.” Hyeongjun’s voice was not believable at all. He knew what he was saying held no truth to it anyway. 

“When did you two start dating?” Jungsu asked. 

“Who’s dating?” Jiseok questioned upon entering the room and of course his statement was enough to catch the other members attention as well.

“Y/n and I” Hyeongjun found his voice enough to reveal your twos’ relationship.

“Why would you keep that a secret from us? You know when you first told us about them we thought that you guys were dating anyway,” Jooyeon said. 

“The more people who know the more chances there are of it possibly getting out. It’s not that I don’t trust you guys, but the thought of our relationship getting exposed to the public terrifies me,” Hyeongjun reasoned. 

“Still sounds a bit like you don’t trust us,” Gunil stated. Call it the hard truth Gunil said what the other members were thinking in their minds. Yes, they could see and understand Hyeongjun’s point of view too, but it still hurt that he thought one of them would slip and expose his relationship.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon himself is shocked how he has gone so long without telling the members about his relationship. Being in a secret relationship was a fun game to him. A game that he didn’t want to stop playing anytime soon apparently. Everytime he would go out on a date with you without getting caught filled him with a great sense of accomplishment. He didn’t really think about how he was lying to his members, too busy being blinded by the thrill. Plus sneaking away to see you was also a much needed break from the stress that came with his occupation. He could forget about work while he was with you. He didn’t need to be Jooyeon from Xdinary Heroes, only Jooyeon, your boyfriend. 

“Where have you been?” It was like a scene from a movie. Jooyeon silently crept back inside of his room. Only to be discovered by Seungmin who was waiting there in the dark sitting on a chair. His voice scared the crap out of Jooyeon making him jump.

“I thought that you were sleeping,” Jooyeon siad. 

“I was until I heard what I thought was you going to the bathroom around one am, but you didn’t come back, so I checked the bathroom to see if you somehow fell asleep in there. I only discovered that you weren’t in the dorm,” Seungmin explained. Jooyeon realized that he had been caught. His little secret relationship game was over. 

“I have something to tell you and the other members,” Jooyeon confessed. 

That’s how all the members found themselves gathered in their dorm living room half-asleep and bed headed. 

“I’m in a relationship,” Jooyeon disclosed. The room fell silent. It was broken by Jiseok’s laughter. 

“That’s funny Jooyeon, good one.” Jiseok smacked Jooyeon on the back of his shoulder. 

“I’m serious,” Jooyeon told. It seemed like his members had gone into shock. No one said anything as if they couldn;t process Jooyeon’s words.

“How could you not tell us before?” Gunil was the first to speak and he was clearly hurt. 

“I was having fun with it being a secret. I liked sneaking around. I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without telling you guys honestly,” Jooyeon answered. “I’m sorry if you feel hurt by me not telling you,” he added, but the members did feel hurt and they would need some time.

[mignonricciardo]

can't take my eyes off you | bb

this is not what I typically write about and its so off brand for me BUT seeing the new top gun brought back my childhood obsession and my miles teller crush since footloose... also my military family would actually murder me if they knew I was thirsting over fictional (and real) military men

UPDATE: part 2 is here!

reader's call sign is magnet and rooster calls you mags for short <3 the idea of singer!rooster who loves older music is everything to me

summary: the past is never really in the past, and rooster proves that when the squadron spends their first night out of uniform at the bar

notes: cursing, some angst, fluff, alcohol, allusion to a suggestive ending, this was supposed to be much shorter

The evening crowd is still trickling into the bar slowly as the bartender slides me another round. Penny is on the other side of the bartop, wiping down counters and organizing the back before the rush of rowdy pilots and their onlookers. Surely, the rest of the aviators and naval officers will be coming in soon, and I just say a prayer that Phoenix will be in the first wave of attendees. When my Budweiser bottle is down to nothing but some foam, I slide the bottle to the other end of the counter and wait for the bartender to come by with another. As I’m about to flag him down, desperate for at least one more beer before facing the rest of the squadron, I am interrupted. 

“Mags,” Rooster draws out, slinging an arm around my shoulder as he leans into me. 

I look to Phoenix as the man orders a round for the group, including another Budweiser. She mouths a silent I’m sorry before the man leaning on me turns to look at me.

“You came without us?” Rooster asks with a smirk, pushing his sunglasses higher up his nose. 

“Needed a break from all the testosterone,” I grin at him, shrugging his arm off my shoulders. 

“C’mon, I told you I was sorry, Magnet!” he calls as I walk away with the Budweiser he had given to me.

I flash him the middle finger as Phoenix follows me, and she laughs wildly as the other pilots erupt in cheering and yelling around Rooster. He stands dumbfounded, a grin playing on his lips as Fanboy slaps him on the back. I catch the grin on the bartender’s face as he reaches for the bell, and our friends watch with bated breath. When he rings the bell, the entire place erupts in cheering, and Rooster quirks an eyebrow from behind his aviators. I shrug my shoulders at him before following Phoenix toward other lieutenants from the naval base.  

“They’re classier than pilots,” she grins as we approach. “I love a man that knows his way around some ropes.”

I laugh at her comment, still holding back a grin when she introduces herself to the group of naval officers. I follow her lead, relishing in the way some of their eyes linger on my curves in the sundress rather than my typical boxy look with my uniform on and hair slicked back in a tight bun. After an hour or so, Phoenix has convinced them I’ve never lost a round of pool, and it doesn’t take long for me to be leaning into the pool table with eyes focused on my target. The men around us go silent as I drain my fifth striped ball in a row, and Phoenix stands with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face. My sixth ball drifts wide, hitting the bumper and rolling to a stop centimeters from the corner, and I look to my opponent with a grin. 

“Think you can play catch up?” 

He nods with a smirk as he bends toward the table, firing upon a solid that lands perfectly in one of the side pockets. From across the bar, Rooster is trying not to notice how my dress hitches up every time I bend over the green table, or how my opponent’s eyes linger on my body with each of my shots. Fanboy and Payback notice Rooster zoning out as he waits for his turn at the dartboard, and Hangman chuckles as he dangles a dart in front of his face. Payback elbows Rooster in the ribs, and the pilot shakes his head to clear his brain of me bent over the pool table. He’s off with his dart, and the pack groans as Hangman hits a bullseye to win. Even with his rival’s obnoxious gloating, Rooster looks back to where the unfamiliar naval officer leans closer to me now. A uniform-clad thigh brushes against mine, and Rooster starts to walk toward the pool table without a second thought. Fanboy tries to follow, calling his name as he weaves through the crowded bar. 

The 8 ball sits precariously against the corner, and just as I’m about to send the cue ball across the table, something cold brushes my arm and stops my momentum. I whip my head to the side, ready to tell off whoever broke my concentration, and even more anger festers when I see familiar aviators and a well-groomed mustache come into view. Rooster grins, sensing the annoyance radiating from me, as he wedges himself between me and my opponent.

“Brought you another,” he holds out the cold Budweiser to me. “Looked like you could use some cooling down over here.”

“She’s good, man,” my opponent speaks up, putting a hand on Rooster’s shoulder to direct him away from us.

“Clearly, she’s not,” he grins, leaning his forearms against the suede table and pointing toward a pocket with the longneck bottle. “She would’ve banked all of these in one round if she were good.”

“Go finish darts with your boys,” I huff, nudging him with my hip to get him to move. “I’m fine, Roost.”

“See man? She said she’s good,” my opponent puffs his chest out as his voice raises. 

Phoenix’s eyes go wide as she senses where this is going, and she slinks away from the lieutenant she had been chatting up to be a bit closer to me in case Rooster lost his head. Rooster lets out a laugh, unphased by the man in uniform next to him. 

“Mags, you know I’m right,” his voice is calm despite his cocky attitude. “Go ahead and show him. Far left corner pocket.”

I look at him trying to bite back a smirk as my anger ebbs. I should be angry with him still, but he always makes it difficult to stay mad at him. Rooster continues as I assess the shot he pointed out.

“You know why they call her Magnet?” he smiles as he tips his beer toward me. My opponent shakes his head as Rooster chuckles, “She’s always sticking to the enemy. You just can’t shake her.”

“You know why they call him Rooster?” I look back over my shoulder, grinning at the two men. “He’s a massive cock.”

My opponent looks at me, barely glancing at Rooster in between us as he laughs. The small crowd around us erupts in hollers at my comment, and I line up the shot Rooster challenged me to call. I take another glance at the logistics of the move, and my opponent notices me weighing it. He glances at Rooster as he speaks.

“Are you trying to get her to lose? That’s almost impossible,” he says. “Call it, and I win.”

“Is that a challenge, Lieutenant?” Rooster grins, knowing what is coming from me and Phoenix.

“Phoenix!” I hold back laughter as I use my best admiral impression. 

My friend takes a step toward me, hand to her forehead in a knowing salute, “Yes, ma’am!”

“Remind me of how we respond to challenges from men,” I grin at her, and her cheeks puff out with laughter.

“Put them in their place, ma’am!” she continues her impression of a dutiful petty officer. 

“Now, excuse me, boys,” I grin, pushing Rooster and my opponent back before bending over the table and pointing the cue to the pocket. “Far left.”

Rooster crosses his arms across his chest with a smirk, eyes flitting across my figure behind his aviators, and my opponent watches with a cocky smirk, elbowing one of his friends in a premature notion of victory. Phoenix drops her salute, and the pool cue slides over my knuckles with ease before making contact with the side of the cue ball. We all watch as the ball spins, veering toward the bumper where it ricochets across the table. It lands in the far left pocket with a resounding clink, and I stand from the side of the table looking at both Rooster and my opponent with a grin.

“That’s how it’s done, boys,” Phoenix says as I reach out for the Budweiser from Rooster’s hands, fingers brushing over the red label as he holds it out to me.

“Told you,” Rooster throws over his shoulder to my opponent who is still staring at the table in shock. “She’s good.”

“Play nice, you two,” I call over my shoulder, walking away from the table and making sure my hips sway lightly as I maneuver through the crowd.

Both Rooster and the other lieutenant watch as I walk away, and Phoenix elbows Rooster in the ribs.

“If you want her to forgive you, you need to do something else besides bring her a beer,” my friend starts. “And stop staring at her ass.”

“I was so not doing that,” he fires back at the pilot.

“Those aviators don’t hide everything, Roost,” she calls, making her way back toward the officer she had been speaking to during my victorious round of pool. 

After two hours of the rowdy bar with Rooster’s eyes following me, I step outside toward the beach for some fresh air and quiet. The sand is still warm from the beating sun that has set, and I sit on one of the plush benches down from the bar. I take deep breaths as the waves crash, and after a few minutes of quiet, I hear the wooden door shut to the bar entrance behind me. 

“Are you following me, Bradshaw?” I say before I even see him. 

He chuckles as he sits on the beach chair across from me, “We’re on to last names now?”

I try my best to glare at him, but my anger quickly fades at his crooked smile and aviators hanging from his shirt. I graciously accept the water bottle he dangles in front of me, taking a sip before answering him.

“If that’s the only way you’ll listen to me,” I shrug, looking back to the Pacific as it crashes gently on the shore. 

“Mags, listen,” his voice is quieter than before, lacking some of his usual lightheartedness. 

I turn to face him, looking at his gaze that is finally free of his aviator frames. His hazel eyes look more green in the ambient light from the Hard Deck, and freckles from the California sun dot his face. I want to kick myself for noticing Rooster in front of me--for noticing him as a man rather than a friend or a pilot. 

“I’m sorry, okay? You are absolutely right to be mad at me, and I see now where I screwed up.”

“I can hold my own, Rooster,” I start. “I don’t need you to try to protect me or help me out.”

“Hangman left you out to dry, and you weren’t standing up for yourself to Mav,” he says, leaning in a few inches to look at me. “I couldn’t let you take the brunt of his screw up and then the extra push-ups.”

“Why not? Because I’m a girl?” my voice is angrier than I really feel, but Rooster freezes in the wake of my words anyway. 

His eyes are soft as he takes in the weight of my words, but he lets me continue instead of interrupting me, “I can take the yelling from Mav, and I can take the push-ups from Hondo. I’ve trained for this, Roost, not because someone took it easy on me.”

“I know, Mags, and I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way,” he whispers, and without a thought, his fingers tuck a piece of stray hair behind my ear. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s you, Rooster! It’s because you want to stand up to Mav. You want to challenge him and prove him wrong in everything. You want to beat him,” I stare at him incredulously, butterflies in my stomach from when his fingertip barely grazed my cheek as he tucked hair back. “I know you’re still angry with him, but you need to get some perspective.”

He is silent as he sits in front of me, and out of instinct, I grab both of his hands and clutch them between mine, “He still feels guilty about your dad, and I can’t imagine how he would feel if something happened to you. Don’t you think he did what he did to try to protect you?”

“It wasn’t up to him to make that decision for me,” he whispers, eyes still locked on mine. 

“Just like it’s not up to you to determine what I can and can’t take,” my voice is gentle between us. “I’m no different than you.”

His hands clutch mine as silence falls between us. The ocean crashes on the shore, and we can hear continued laughter and chatter from the bar behind us. Rooster’s chest rises and falls steadily, and I can hear his breathing in the cool sea breeze. His eyes travel across my face, lingering over my lips before coming back to my eyes.

“Not to change the subject, but if I say something out of line, are you going to beat the shit out of me?” he asks with a barely-there grin. 

“I’ll make you buy me another beer,” I whisper back to him. “Depending on how out of line, you’ll owe the whole place another round.”

He drops our hands between his, and he runs one of his through his hair before they settle back in his lap in a fidget, “You look good out of uniform, Mags. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you like this.”

My cheeks turn red as I smirk, “You know Roost, I wasn’t going to say anything, but so do you. It looks like Virginia is treating you well.”

“I could say the same for you about Florida,” he laughs quietly. “Things haven’t changed since we graduated from TOP GUN together, have they?”

I shake my head, eyes meeting his as he swallows hard, “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“You still drink Budweiser and wear that jean jacket as your unofficial uniform,” he whispers quietly, fingers tracing the seam of the jacket revealing one of my shoulders. I breathe in sharply when his fingers barely graze my tanned skin. His fingers continue their path along the familiar jacket, “I still see you as a woman, even when I know I shouldn’t.”

“Bradley,” I whisper, and his eyes snap up to mine.

“Please don’t call me that, Mags, because I can’t do this again,” his voice is gentle as he pleads. “I’m wrapped around your finger, and you know it, and when you say my name like that, I can’t say no to you.”

One of my hands rests on his cheek, feeling the scruff beneath my palm and thumb resting over a cluster of freckles, “I never stopped thinking about you. You’ve been my only constant through every new assignment and relocation.”

“When I walked in here that first night, and I saw you, I should have known,” he begins, swallowing thickly. “I should have known this was going to happen.”

“It’s not going to,” I whisper, hand still pressed to his cheek. “We’ll be here together for a few weeks. We’ll flirt, and we’ll reminisce. At the end of this, we’ll move on. We always do, Rooster.”

“We might not go home this time, Magnet,” his fingers wrap around my wrist, thumb tracing up the inside of my forearm. “You heard Maverick and the admiral. I don’t want to leave anything unsaid. It has to end differently this time”

“Rooster, please,” I breathe quietly.

He watches me with gentle breaths, hanging on to whatever words are about to come from my lips. My eyes search his face frantically, trying to find the words, and they linger over his lips before flicking back to his eyes. For a moment, there is nothing but our breaths and the gentle waves on the shore. I’m leaning in toward him, lips almost brushing as I speak.

“Please just kiss me,” I whisper, and he wastes no time in closing the gap between us. 

His soft lips press against mine, and my fingers take root in the short hair at the back of his head. One of his hands rests on my waist, bunching up the sundress fabric as he pulls me closer to the edge of the bench. When my lips part just enough to welcome his tongue, a loud whistle sends us jolting apart, and both of our chests heave for air.

“C’mon, lovebirds!” Phoenix calls with a smirk. “Hangman wants another karaoke competition. Better hope the whole squadron still wants to do it after seeing this.”

Fanboy stands next to her, grinning so wide his cheeks must hurt. Coyote and Payback pump their fists on the other side of the glass, and Bob sends two big thumbs up as Hangman laughs. 

“Fuck,” Rooster mumbles to himself, standing from the bench. “It’s my fault, Mags.”

He stretches a hand out, pulling me up from the bench. I follow suit, feet sinking into the sand as we trudge back toward the bar. Rooster’s broad back blocks most of my view until we stop right before Phoenix and Fanboy.

“I knew you were friends from graduating together,” Fanboy grins with raised eyebrows. “I didn’t know your tongues were acquainted, too.”

“I hope you have to do 600 push-ups tomorrow,” Rooster fires at the WSO. 

Phoenix grins as Rooster scowls, “We’ll use our time to figure out a name for the two of you. Magnet and Rooster don’t really mesh well.”

Rooster sighs, “Fuck both of you.”

The two giggle as Fanboy speaks up, “Seems I’m not the one being fucked tonight, Roost.”

My jaw drops at the comment from Fanboy’s mouth, and Phoenix covers her mouth to try to prevent the deep-bellied laughter falling from it. Rooster’s eyes are wide and cheeks red as he stares at the lieutenant in front of him.

“You owe everyone a round,” Rooster smirks. “Just disrespected a lady.”

Phoenix shakes her head as she furrows her brows, “If I recall, you were staring at her ass the entire time she was playing pool. That’s another round on you.”

I glare at him, and he pinches between his eyebrows, “I’m sorry, Mags. You were bent over the table in that sundress.”

“Alright, everyone inside,” I bark, pushing all three back into the bar. “I’ve been embarrassed enough for one day.”

“I thought him staring was a compliment!” Fanboy calls as I shove him into the threshold.

Rooster smacks his shoulder, “Man, shut up.”

The crowd cheers as we enter the bar, and a part of me debates crawling beneath the pool table to avoid the eyes on us. The boys clap Rooster on the back as he settles at the piano, and Coyote sends a wink my way as he calls out the term loverboy. Rooster’s fingers fly across the keys of the old piano, and he sings along loudly with Coyote and Hangman as a large group of attendees join them. I lean against the far wall, watching the ease and carefree attitudes of everyone--a welcomed sight after the tense day training with Maverick and our not-so-private kiss. I bring the beer bottle to my lips, welcoming the cool liquid as it passes, and Phoenix leans against the wall next to me.

“So, Rooster, huh?” her voice is quiet so that only I can hear her over the rambunctious singing. “It makes sense, you know.”

“It’s long and complicated,” I answer her, eyes never leaving the man behind the piano. “There’s a history.”

“He watches you, too,” she nods her hod, tossing back her own beer. “He’s been looking at you all night, but also in training. He worries about you when you go up.”

“That’s why it’ll never work,” I mumble. “He wants to protect me, but he can’t.”

“Don’t you want to do the same?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

“Emotions compromise us,” I whisper, eyes following him as he throws his head back with a laugh. “We might not come home, Phoenix. Not just this mission, but any time we go up. How can I let anything happen knowing neither of us may come home one day?”

She shrugs her shoulders, “You have to ask yourself if it’s worth it. Do you live without ever taking the chance, or do you live knowing you got to spend at least some time together? Look at Mav and Penny. Do you want to be like that if you don’t have to be?”

“You know, if this whole pilot thing doesn’t work out for you,” I grin at her, “you’ve got a future in negotiations. You’ve got a way with words.”

She chuckles, “Thanks, but I think the pilot thing is working just fine for now.”

We continue to talk in between watching our squadron sing their hearts out around the piano, clinking beers and leaning on each other. Rooster places his hands out around the crowd, bringing them lower to the keys to quiet the crowd. He grins as he locks eyes with me, and our fellow lieutenants egg him on. 

“Mags, you’ve got to forgive me!” he shouts, and the crowd around him starts to cheer. “I just can’t take my eyes off of you!”

He begins to play Frankie Valli’s famous song, voice belting out the words to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. Our squadron around him cheers wildly as they start to sing along, and my cheeks turn bright red in the ambient light of the bar. I catch Phoenix next to me, laughing as she nudges me forward from the wall. The crowd continues to carry the melody, vocalizing the brass section of the song. He grabs one of my hands, pulling me into the crowd with him as he sings.

“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, I pray, oh pretty baby. Now that I’ve found you, stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”

The bar crowd provides backing vocals, and Rooster sings so loud a vein in his neck bulges as his smile embeds itself permanently on his cheeks. He spins me around as he sings, twirling me across the floor to face our squadron members before curling me back into his embrace. I laugh wildly along with him, eventually belting out the lyrics with him. 

“You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you. You’d be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last, love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive. You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off you.”

His hazel eyes are crinkled in the corners as he sings, hands gripping my waist as I spin. He lets me go flying across the floor, ending up with Payback who smiles as he sings. Rooster pulls Phoenix to the floor, sending her across just as I had while Payback nudges me back toward Rooster. He continues his lively singing, eyes locked on mine as he does. I can’t stop my laughter at his over-the-top performance. He holds me out as the song comes to an end, leaning in closer than previously acceptable.

“Stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”

When his note ends, I decide to make the move and close the space between us. Much to the applause of the crowd around us, they clap and cheer as Rooster and I’s lips meet in the dim bar. The kiss is brief and innocent, full of smiles and dopamine. When I break away from him, his smile is so wide that dimples appear on his cheeks.

“Rooster,” I say loud enough for only him to hear, a grin filling my face. “Take me home.”

He grins as he leans in for another kiss, breaking away and pulling me through the bar to his car in the parking lot, “Show me the way, honey.”

[twstbookclub]

Parallel Lines

Summary: Close friends, but nothing more. Parallel lines, but never touching. POV: 2nd Pronouns: Gender neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Kalim Al-Asim, light angst, parallel lines trope, I took this one easy, be grateful that this is gentle cause I cried writing the next two Word count: 799

enjoy the lighter angst from me this time because the next two will... destroy the respective stans :)

Laughs and cheers filled the open room. You liked being in Scarabia, even with the sand and dry weather at times, but you were mostly there for Kalim. The housewarden became your friend the moment he could talk to you one-on-one. You felt drawn to him. It was a natural course, but all of that had its own consequences.

Kalim perked up when he was finally able to meet you. He talked to you with so much energy, and you responded the same way. Someone could catch up with his mood, which was the best thing for him. He constantly talked to you and got excited about spending time with you. It felt so right, but there was still some… unspoken distance.

You were a person that didn’t belong in the world of Twisted Wonderland. You were simply wasting the days away in this universe while Headmaster Crowley searched for a way home for you.

Kalim Al-Asim was of high status, a relative of the Scalding Sands royal family. Coming from a big family and having his guard—or friend, depending on what you wish to call his attendant Jamil. He was of a different standing, similar to the future king of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia.

There was an apparent wall between them. They were separated by an invisible glass with holes just so they could talk, but they became best friends with the snap of a finger. Everyone around them would comment on how easily they made each other laugh and brighten everyone’s mood.

Some even suggested dating because “You two are perfect for each other,” but that was much easier said than done. You were aware of that. Kalim was aware of it, too.

You liked Kalim for his bright smile and shining energy. He was like a golden retriever boyfriend that you always heard about in your world. He was genuinely kind and always helped you or kept you company.

Kalim liked you for your diligence and kindness. You didn't take advantage of his good intentions, and that was enough for him to accept you. He liked the conversations and hangouts that you would have with him.

You were restless, and he was restless with you. Sleeping in class was usually done together. You and Kalim were like parallel lines.

But parallel lines are close, but never touching.

Knowing the circumstances, there was a line that neither of you could cross, but it was established without even needing to talk about it. You understood his situation, while he understood yours.

Kalim had his life set for him back in his homeland. You had an entire life waiting for you back in your world, too.

“Kaliiiiiiim!” You yelled, looking through the halls of Scarabia's dormitory. The cool wind of the night in the desert was a drastic comparison to how hot it was in the day, but you couldn't complain when you could see Kalim's smile.

He stepped out of his dorm room just moments later, surprised at how you called his name like that. “Hey! What's going on? You're screaming as if I took the last ice cream from the freezer.” 

His joke made you laugh, and you held up a building set, knowing you liked doing it with him. “Building set. Over 500 pieces. Should we all-nighter this thing!?” You asked excitedly, watching Kalim's face light up as he got hyped.

“Should we!? What kind of question is that? We have to. Come on!” Kalim exclaimed and took you into his room before he started to clear off a space on the floor.

You set down the box and looked around for a lollipop. You left a few the last time and grabbed one to snack on so the sugar could keep you awake. After, your eyes fell on Kalim, and he was still cleaning the floor, but he had a wide smile.

Once he was done, he noticed your eyes stuck on him. He laughed lightly. “You look weird staring at me like that. What's wrong?”

You stay quiet and take the lollipop out of your mouth, giving him a light smile. “I like how we are, Kalim. Can we never change?”

Your question made Kalim's smile falter. He blinked a few times and stayed quiet, too, then gave you a cheeky smile again. “I don't want to change, either. Why would we?”

You began to laugh and tilt your head. “You're right. How dumb of me,” you said playfully and stared at him for a little. Kalim stared right back and didn't break it for a moment. His red eyes showed the brightest light that an iris could hold.

Parallel lines. They're always close, but they never touch, never cross. Just like the two teens in this very room. Close friends, but nothing more.

[eomayas]

new thing (pt. 7) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f!reader, age gap, established relationship

synopsis: reader and chanyeol reconcile after being broken up for a few months.

genre: angst & fluff. LOTS OF FLUFF. e2l. happy ending

warnings: swearing, drinking, crying. lots of crying. reader is just a girl and chanyeol is just a 30 year old boy :(

a/n: this is the finale!! yay!! thank you to everybody who has been here from the beginning and stuck with me and this story! it has been a lot of fun writing this. once again thank you, and i hope you like it. sorry for the lowkey trash ending lmao! ❤️

seulgi runs across the grass with her arms open wide, gown flowing behind her. you meet her halfway and throw your arms around her, engaging in a moving hug. “we really did it!” she squeals, hugging you tight against her.

your heart beats rapidly from pure joy that you haven’t felt in awhile, and mild case of anxiety at the prospect of your future truly beginning now. you two just walked across the stage to declare yourselves officially done with undergrad. it’s exciting and nauseating at the same time.

“i know, i know,” you say, pulling back and holding her arms. she looks up at you and you get the overwhelming feeling to cry into her arms. “i love you.” you say, pulling her back into a hug so you don’t have to look at her in the face.

“i love you more!” she says. you two stay wrapped up together for a moment longer before she taps your back. “i’m sinking.” seulgi says, making a show of picking up her legs to remove her heels from the grass.

“me too,” you say, letting go of her to pull both of you out of the earth. “our parents should be around here somewhere.” you say, linking arms with her and weaving through throngs of people. a lot of them stop the two of you to give hugs and exclaim how excited they are to be done with college. you're excited too, but there is a pit in the bottom of your stomach that reminds you that you're officially not a kid anymore. there's so much of life that you haven't experienced, and its all going to be laid out in front of you.

finally, you find your parents talking amongst each other, as well and mr and mrs. kim. seulgi is practically family to them at this point, so it makes sense that they showed up to support her. "congratulations!" mrs. kim yells, bouncing over to you two and engulfing you into a hug.

you go around giving hugs and accepting congratulations from everybody before ending up at your mothers side, clinging to her the way a child would. “so, what’s next?” mr. kim asks, and you and seulgi glance at each other before bursting into breathless giggles, no clear idea or answer.

everybody laughs when you two laugh and it puts you at ease for a moment. seulgis parents suggest heading to the restaurant to go eat, and you agree. “i think someone is looking for you,” your mom says, glancing over your shoulder. you assume it’s a fellow classmate, so you turn around with the intention to shout congratulations, but are stunned into silence when you see who it is, going weak at the knees.

he looks nervous, and so endearingly awkward that it makes you want to cry and scream. and in extreme chanyeol fashion, he holds an assorted bouquet of pink flowers between his hands.

your heart leaps into your throat, just as shock and confusion cross over your face. you wonder if he can see the desperation in your face, that your been wanting to see him for months. you’re aware of other people around you, but it just feels like it’s you and him. it’s been so long since you’ve seen him—nearly three months to the day—and you still don’t know how to properly function near him, or without him, for that matter.

“uh, hi,” he says, and your knees feel weak at him being so shy and awkward. somehow, your brain tells you to move, and you take a few short steps towards him, stopping when there’s about two feet of space between you. “hi.” he says again, looking down at you with a soft smile.

“hi,” you say, nervously wringing your hands in front of you. you shift your eyes to glance at the flowers, and his eyes widen like he forget he was holding them.

“oh, these are for you,” he says, a blush forming on his cheeks and going to the tips of his ears in the way that you’re so fond of. it makes your heart clench in your chest.

you thank him as you accept the flowers and hold them between to shaky hands. you wonder how you look to the people around you; if they can read your body language and see that you two have obvious history. or maybe you look as rigid as you feel, nervous and taut? “what are you doing here?” you ask, blinking a few times.

“uh, seulgi invited me,” he says. you whip your head around to glare at her, but are met with an empty path of grass; your mother the only person still standing there. “she said… she said you wouldn’t mind.” and you hate that she was right, because of course you’d want him here. you’d want him anywhere, at any time.

“oh. well… thank you for coming,” you say, ducking your head shyly. chanyeol nearly reaches out to tip your chin up, but stops himself before he gets the courage. you’re not his to touch like that, and the realization burns in his chest.

“always. i’m proud of you, y/n,” he says softly, and you look up at him, lips folded into your mouth. that pit in your stomach only gets deeper and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. you can feel yourself melting into the earth as he keeps looking you dead in the eye.

“thank you,” you say, hugging the flowers to your chest as if to ground you, like you’re afraid if you’re not anchored to something you might float up, up, up into the clouds and disappear among the stars. you’re not even sure you’re still breathing properly, not with the way you can smell his cologne despite being outdoors and surrounded by hundreds of people.

chanyeol glances behind you, and you become acutely aware of the fact that your mother is still standing behind you. “oh!” you exclaim, whirling around and motioning for your mom to come over. they’ve never met, and this isn’t necessarily the way you want them to meet, but you’re not going to have them ignore each other just because you’re broken up—especially not when he keeps looking at you like he could eat you. “mom, this is chanyeol; chanyeol, my mom.” you say, gently nudging her, telling her to be nice.

your mom shakes his hand and gives him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. a few months ago, she did her typical check in via a phone call. you never told her about chanyeol explicitly, just told her that there was a guy you were seeing back when you two first started dating. she asked about him here and there, but it was never anything pressing and you weren’t just going to give up the information. but when she called you after you two broke up, you couldn’t help but vent to her on the phone. for once, she let you cry in peace over a man—you don’t know why, maybe it’s because she could tell you actually liked him? but she let you cry and told you that one day, it would get better. she didn’t chastise you and tell you to simply get over it and to stop crying like you expected. you never asked her, but you figured she might’ve experienced something similar when she was your age or before you were born.

“it’s nice to put a face to a name, now,” your mom says, glancing at you before returning her gaze to chanyeol. he smiles, and the tips of his ears turn pink again. “how nice of you to show up today, too.” she adds and you cut your eyes at her, wanting her to lay off of him.

chanyeol only nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he says, “of course. i’m proud of her.” your whole body burns, the heat starting at your toes and spreading upwards. it’s too much to look at him, so you break first and awkwardly clear your throat.

“we’re about to go celebrate—you’re welcome to join us, if you want,” your mom says, shocking you and chanyeol, and probably even herself. you look at chanyeol with wide eyes, praying that he says no and spares an awkward, tension filled dinner.

“thank you, but i’ll pass for now,” he says politely and you nearly sigh in relief. your mom nods and smiles at him, seemingly happy with his answer, and announces that she’ll be waiting for you in the car.

you and chanyeol are truly left alone, and you don’t know how to determine the rolling of your stomach; anxiety, or excitement? either way, your pulse quickens and you feel shy when he smiles at you. "you look pretty, by the way," he compliments, and you feel like you're floating in the air when he says it. you thank him and he stuffs his hands into his front pockets of his jeans. "can i see you later? after your dinner?" chanyeol asks.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you know you should probably say no, because while you're elated to see him right now, you don't know when reality will set in and shatter whatever idea you have of him. his proposition from a few months ago still lurk in the depths of your memory, reminding you that you were too much and not enough for him at the same time. but on the flip side, you really do want to see him. theres so much you've wanted to say to him since your breakup and that rotten day.

blowing out a breath, you look up at chanyeol who wears a hopeful expression on his face. you’ve never been strong around him, never been able to resist him and those eyes that make you turn into mush around him. “yeah, sure. after dinner,” you say, nodding as if to convince yourself and psych yourself up.

chanyeol smiles, his dimples popping out and making your chest squeeze. “okay, cool. i’ll see you then,” he says. you nod and the two of you look at each other for a second before awkwardly laughing. chanyeol opens one of his arms, inviting you in for a hug. it takes everything in you to not throw yourself at him, and you slip underneath his arm just like you used to. you’re practically made to fit in his side.

the whole uber ride, you wonder if you’re too dressed up to see him. you changed your outfit four times, always feeling like it was too much or not enough, before you finally ended up in a blue, silk midi dress with lace trim, paired with heeled boots and a leather jacket. it might be too much, since it’s not a date. but he said he wanted to buy you a celebratory drink, and would it really hurt if you looked nice?

thanking your driver, you step out of the car and make the short walk into the bar. it’s quiet, save for the soft jazz music playing over the speakers. it’s definitely not somewhere you’d have picked if it was up to you, but it’s very chanyeol.

he sits at a high table near the windows, and gets up from his chair to greet you. it’s awkward again, stuck in the in between of a hug, or if you should just sit down. you both opt for the latter, chanyeol casting you a lingering glance. “what are you drinking?” you ask him, hanging your bag off the back of your chair.

“don’t know yet; i was waiting for you,” he answers, and you hate that you find it sweet. you only hum and start looking over the drink menu, not set on one particular drink.

“i think i’m gonna try this,” you say, pointing and showing chanyeol. he nods before slipping the menu from your fingertips and looking for his own option. you study him while he’s momentarily preoccupied and take in the few changes: the stubble, which you can admit you’re a fan of, thicker forearms like he’s been working out, and slightly longer hair. you slip your eyes to look out the window when he lifts his head and announces to you that he’s going to go order your drinks.

letting out a breath, you fold your hands together and glance around the bar, really wondering what you’re doing here with him. you know you shouldn’t be here after the way he tried to have some of you without having all of you, but you still have feelings for him despite it all. you’ve never really stopped.

chanyeol returns with your drinks and you two cheers before taking a sip, both making a face when you taste the alcohol. "so, how've you been—besides graduating?" chanyeol asks, looking over at you with a small, expectant smile.

with a shrug, you take another sip of your drink and set it down. "i've been fine, i guess. not really much going on," you say. "i have an interview coming up for this job—hopefully its my last one." chanyeols eyebrows raise at the mention of a new job, and eggs you on to tell him about it. you get a moment of deja vu, like you've had this conversation before and are going through the motions of trying to make everything right again.

"thats great, y/n. i'm really proud of you," he says it with so much genuineness that you have to take a deep breath to relax yourself. its just the simple things that make you ache the most. when you got an email back from the job, the first person you wanted to tell was him. he hasn't been an afterthought for you, not even after over 100 days of being apart.

you must get a look on your face, because chanyeol frowns and leans forward and asks if you're alright. "huh? yeah, i'm fine," you say, taking another sip of your drink. chanyeol backs off, but he knows you nearly as good as he knows himself, and the look on your face is one he's seen many of times. it lets him know that there is something on your mind that you aren't saying, but he knows better to press you about it, especially since you are not his anymore. "whats up with you?" you ask, wanting the attention off of you.

chanyeol goes on about how its been pretty much the same for him as well, except he's helping his cousin produce an album and is trying to get his brother in the studio more. you can't help but think about that fateful night at the drug store when you caught him buying condoms. you wonder if you hadn't run into him, if you wouldn't be sitting here with him trying to act normal and like you don't think about him nearly everyday. "y/n, you're doing it again," he notes, snapping you out of your own thoughts.

"doing what?"

he makes a face that says, really?, and shakes his head. "i know you, you know. say whatever's on your mind," you chew on the inside of your cheek and crack your fingers against your leg. "please, y/n."

you look up at him and your eyes start to well with tears, for reasons unknown to you and him. "oh my god," you mumble, covering your face with your hands. you sniff and wait for your eyes to dry up before uncovering your face and blowing out a heavy sigh of a breath. you look away from chanyeol as you talk, not trusting yourself to be able to make it while looking at him. "i am just so... confused, chanyeol. we don't talk for months, and then you show up to my graduation—and that was fine, okay?—but this? i can't just sit here and act normal with you, like we're friends or something, because we're not." your voice is even and slow, but you feel a wave of emotions brewing up again. "and with how we ended things? chanyeol, i need to know why you're trying to come around again because i just can't deal with it."

hes silent as he absorbs your words. chanyeol runs a hand through his hair and presses his lips together into a thin line. "okay, i'm just going to be honest, alright?" chanyeol looks over at you, and his stomach flips when you look up at him with wide, tear filled eyes. "first, i want to apologize—for everything, but especially the last time we saw each other. that was fucked up, and i knew it, and i still said it anyways. i wasn't... that just wasn't fair to you," chanyeols picks at his fingernails and looks down at his lap.

"i broke us up the first time; that wasn't your fault."

"yes, it was, y/n. there were things i didn't say to you, that i should have said. i could've tried harder, i could've just been honest with you," you bite your bottom lip, wishing he would just tell you those simple three words, whether they're still true or not. you need to hear it. "you can say it was all on you—fine—but i know that it wasn't. we both played a part, but it was completely my fault this time around. i don't want you to think that i... that i think less of you, because i don't. it was a stupid and fucked up thing for me to imply." chanyeols says, running his hand through his hair and gently tugging at the roots.

you fold your lips into your mouth and blink back the tears that form in your eyes again. his words mean something to you, so much that you don't think you'll be able to make it the rest of the night without crying. "y/n, can you look at me? please?" his tone is pleading, like its all he needs from you to get through the night. but you know the moment you look like him you'll start crying, and you don't know if you'll be able to stop. "please, y/n." and you wish he'd just call you baby.

with a breath, you finally turn your head to face him, and it hardly takes a second of seeing him before your face crumples and you drop your head into your hands. you're embarrassed for crying so quickly and in public, and you try to keep it silent. chanyeol jumps up from his chair and comes over to wrap you in a comforting embrace. you let him hold you for a moment, missing the feeling of being wrapped up in his strong arms. it doesn't last long before you mumble that you need air, and pull yourself from his grasp, not making eye contact with him as you slip on your jacket and dash outside.

you expect him to follow after you, and are greatly relieved when he does exactly that. "y/n," chanyeol says, a crestfallen expression on his face. the tears don't stop and you lean against the side of the building to support yourself. "i'm sorry." he's not really sure what he's apologizing for exactly, but he feels guilty and helpless watching you cry like this.

shaking your head, you wipe underneath your eyes and sniff, letting out a breath. "i don't know whats wrong with me," you mumble, letting out a weak chuckle. chanyeol gives you a small smile, taking a step closer to you. you take the risk of looking at him again, the urge to throw yourself into his arms tempting you. "why couldn't you just tell me?" you ask him, sniffing again. but you could ask yourself the same thin. why? seems to be the one question neither of you can figure out.

chanyeol lifts his shoulders and drops them before slumping against the building, mirroring your stance. "i don't know. i really don't. i felt—feel—so many things for you, so strongly, that i didn't want to ruin it or complicate it. especially if you didn't feel the same way," he says. the correction to the present tense makes your heart skip a beat, but also just makes you feel more frustrated.

"chanyeol, do you seriously think i just... kind of liked you, or something?" you ask, wiping the last of the tears from your cheeks. he shrugs and hangs his head when you let out a sarcastic cackle. "the way i felt about you scared the shit out of me. and since we're being honest, i still feel the exact same way. i can't even go a minute without thinking about you and wishing i could just go back in time so none of this happened." you're shocked that you found the bravery to tell him, but it feels like a weight has been taken off of your shoulders.

chanyeol blushes, and looks down at his shoes. "its the same thing for me. i really fucked up when i said what i said. i want you in more than that way, and i mean it. you mean more to me than just sex. i don't know why i thought i could even do that with you and not want more," you bite your bottom lip, his words settling in the pit in your stomach. the words are on the tip of your tongue, like they've been for months.

he beats you to the punch, nearly knocking the wind out of you. "i can't imagine trying to go through life without ever getting the chance to tell you that i love you. because i do, and i have for a long time, and i should have told you a long time ago."

"chanyeol," your voice cracks on the last syllable and tears immediately stream down your face again. his arms are around you in seconds, holding you tightly against him. chanyeol rests his chin atop your head and cages his body around you in a way that is just natural for the two of you.

you circle your arms around his torso and rest your cheek against his chest, letting out a deep breath and closing your eyes for a brief moment. this is all you've wanted, to be back in his arms, to be his, if not just for the moment.

"yeol," you mutter, pulling back to look up at him. chanyeols looks down at you and your eyes flick to his lips. thats all it takes for his lips to be on yours, one of his large hands cradling your head and the other around your waist. your palms rest flat on his chest before sliding up to grab onto the back of his neck to press him closer to you.

chanyeol backs you up against the wall of the building and presses your bodies impossibly closer, your hands sliding into his hair. you kiss him like its the last thing you'll do in this lifetime. theres a sense of desperation in the way you press yourself against him, but you don't care, and neither does he because all he does is shove his tongue into your mouth.

a whine leaves chanyeols throat when you pull away, and he chases after your lips. you blush and let him kiss you before you pull away again. you put your hands on his cheeks and look up at him, with what you can only image are heart eyes. "chanyeol," you say, gently stroking the left side of his face with your thumb.

"hmm?" he gently holds onto your wrist.

"i love you," you confess, and the smile that stretches across his lips is enough to make you weak in the knees.

"i love you." kiss. "i love you." kiss. "i love you." kiss.

you two stay like that for a few more minutes, pressed against each other. you feel his love for you in the way he holds you like you're delicate. you feel it in the way he kisses you like he means it, and you wonder why it couldn't have always been this easy and simple.

you've spent so long wondering why?, and you don't know if you'll ever find the answer, and for right now that is okay. because being back in chanyeols arms is enough.

[justgowithitplease]

Hey, this is gonna sound mad confusing, but I'm hoping you get my vision 🫶, dick grayson x catwoman reader, but their enemies as catwoman and nightwing, but without the mask there both best friends 🙀, In love 🙀🙀, and one day they get demanded and yeah fluffy angst type with happy ending xx

bby im not sure what demanded means in that context, so ima think of it as demasked. sorry if i got that guess wrong ;-;

This is Going to be a series b/c i cant write this all in one take and i want you to have something, so here's part one!

Part 2

CATS, BATS AND EVERYTHING THAT'S UNSEEN

"Hey Grayson!" You yelled, waving over the black-haired boy.

"Hey [Reader]!" He yelled back, jogging over to the porch you were sitting on.

"How are you today, my good sir?" You said, fake curtseying. You let out a little giggle as you stood up straight again.

"Absolutely Wonderful, My lady!" He said in a horrible british accent. "And how are you?"

"Why, I am just so peachy." You stated in an equally horrible accent.

"Peachy?"

"Yes, peachy."

"Speaking of peaches, a new cafe opened up, and they supposedly have the best peach pie in town..." he said, dangling his car keys infront of your face.

"Well then. i guess we have to do our duty and report on it to your family. make sure its safe and all that jiz," you replied, packing up your school work and throwing it in the dorm.

"That we must, m'lady, that we must."

"Hey Dick?"

"Yeah [Reader]?"

"RACE YA!" You yelled, snatching the keys and sprinting down the road to the car.

"NO FAIR YOU DID TRACK!" He screamed, chasing after you.

------------------------Time Jump To The Cafe---------------------------

"Mhm, Thith ith the betht pie eveh" Dick said, mouth full.

You nodded in agreement, swallowing the last chunk of pie on your plate. "Best Pie Place ever."

As Dick started to stand up from the chair, he winced in pain and sat back down.

"You Good?" You questioned, noticing the small, yet noticable hesitation to get up.

"Yea, I just- nevermind." He muttered, almost spilling his secret identity.

"No, what is it. What has hurt the invincible Richard Grayson?" You mocked.

"I believe it's called 'The Imbecilic Damian Wayne." He stated, putting his hands up and moving them away from each other, imitating a marquee.

"You lost again?" Raising your eyebrows is shock.

"Yes, Again." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Sh-HE is a tough opponent."

"Hah, i can tell you all about tough opponents." You said, mildly annoyed and not noticing Dick's slip-up. Your mind temporarily wandering to Nightwing, the masked self-proclaimed vigilante. AKA, Your mortal enemy.

"Glad to know im not the only one."

"Yeah..." You trailed off.

Dick's phone pinged, and he looked up with a devilish grin.

"There's a gala tonight?" You guessed, giving your own impish smile back.

"Yup! Do you care to join me, m'lady?" He asked, standing up and offering his hand.

"why yes i do, ... m'man...?" You said, wondering if that was even a word.

"M'man. Adding that to the dictionary." He laughed, helping you up off your chair.

"Oh please, like you've never said anything that wasn't a word before. Also, i call driver." you stated, knowing he wanted to drive.

[areislol]

hiii! This is my first time requesting and I really like your writings (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Is it okay if if request neteyam, lo'ak, and ao'nung with a fem human reader that suddenly goes unconscious underwater ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽.

neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung x fem. human! reader

ft— neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung warnings— mentions of them almost getting a heart attack, you scaring them to death, light scolding, friends but crushing, a pinch of angst, fluff, use of defibrillation. a/n— wait a minute... FIRST TIME REQUESTING?? ... AND YOU LIKE MY WRITINGS?? oh anon i might as well have a heart attack right now. please enjoy this love! it also took me quite some time to figure out how reader was going to faint.. synopsis— swimming with your crush is supposed to be enjoyable, but can it really be when you're knocked out cold and when you scare them to death?

it was just like every other day, swimming with your friends and the man you loved, you didn't need to swim with them really, but you wanted to.

you and the others were just going for a swim, racing, riding on your ilu (with you riding on neteyam’s one), everything was going fine, that was until you fainted. in the ocean.

everybody was talking to each other, staying afloat in the water while you were struggling to keep your head up.

they helped you keep afloat though, his hands on your waist to prop you up which worked well. after a while everybody decided to go underwater again.

they never left your side when underwater, they watched as you admired the schools of fish that swam past you, you and them spend the next few minutes swimming together, chasing the fishes.

when suddenly rotxo rushed towards you and them on his ilu, his ilu swam right past you, swirling you around harshly.

your head started to pang, an aching feeling slowly made its way to your head. your eyes flutter open and closed, your eyes feeling bleary.

while you were slipping into unconscious, he was swimming up just to yell at rotxo for almost injuring the both of you before tsking and diving back down to see if you were okay, only to see you floating down deeper into the dark pits of the ocean.

neteyam x fem. human! reader

Neteyam always had an eye on you, you never left his sight. At any time, in the waters or not he always looked out for you since you were significantly smaller than him and the others. But the one time he looks away, the one time he isn’t focusing on you—something happens. His heart skips multiple beats once his eyes lay on you, seeing you falling deeper and deeper into the ocean, an intense feeling of dread swarmed him. Neteyam immediately swims to you, rapidly. His mind was filled with many questions, why were you unconscious? how did it even happen? if you were dead or alive. Once he’s by your side, he pulls you towards his chest, his arms around your waist as he quickly swims up to the surface. Gasping for air he’s quick to lift you up as well to give you some air to breath but, oh. That’s right.. you’re wearing a mask. Neteyam turns you around to see if the mask broke, luckily it wasn’t. A relief sigh escapes his mouth, his hands never leave you as he swims to a nearby rock and lays you on it, neteyam recalls what his father had told him to do if someone was ever unconscious in the water. Cpr, it was. But the thing was, you had a mask on, and you needed it, but one of the steps was to perform mouth to mouth, neteyam couldn’t just take your mask off. Still, neteyam tried to do cpr on you but without mouth to mouth. He pushes hard and fast on the center of your chest while looking at your face, trying to see there was any movement in your face. Trying to see if your eyes flutter open, waiting for you to gasp for air. His face falls when he doesn’t see any reaction, his heart racing, when he hears someone calling out his name. “Neteyam! Neteyam?” kiri yelled while scanning area with the hopes of finding neteyam along with lo’ak, and she does, but not how she expects it to be like. Kiri notices neteyam looking at her, he looked absolutely distraught, his face almost pale, she’s confused for a second but upon seeing him pushing something hurriedly she rushes to his side. Once she reaches where neteyam, she looks at the person beside him, was her eyes widen, it was you. Kiri’s gaze flickers to neteyam who was looking down at you, many pleads coming out of his mouth. Kiri immediately yells to lo’ak to go get jake, lo’ak is confused and hesitant about but does so anyway. Kiri hops onto the rock and watches as neteyam continued to press on your chest, she notices how neteyam’s eyes started to water, she wanted to help but there was nothing she could do, not without taking your mask off which you needed. After what felt like hours to neteyam, jake finally arrived, swimming to where you laid, he gives neteyam a look of concern, “y/n- i.. i don’t know what happened! i was up for a second and then went back down and she was like that-” he croaked, his voice filled with worry as his gaze never leaves you. Jake continues to stare at neteyam before gesturing to kiri and neteyam to go back, neteyam reluctantly went. While jake took you to a site where norm and max would be at to get you some help, neteyam was worried sick. Pacing back and fourth at his marui, waiting for jake or someone to come to him and say that you were fine, but nobody came. ”What- what if y/n’s not okay? while she’s suffering, im just standing there doing absolutely nothing! like a skxawng! i need to be with her- to help her!” neteyam expressed, his pacing becomes faster and faster by each minute. Kiri sighs hopelessly, but she understood how he felt. “Stop worrying neteyam, im sure she’s fine.” with her answer neteyam stops pacing and looks at kiri, his brows furrowed as he thought about what she had just said, that’s right, if he kept on worrying that you were going to die, it may come true. Neteyam worries about you, but not much is shown on the outside, but internally he’s screaming. Inside of the site, jake rapidly pounds on the door while yelling at norm or max to open up, norm and max turn around while on their chair, they both look at each other before norm runs to the door and opens it, the first thing he sees is jake of course, but then he sees a smaller person in his arms, you. “What’s wrong-” norm asks before getting cut off, “I don’t know, maybe she fainted underwater but you have to help her. Now.” jake states, norm nods as jake places you in his arms. Once norm closes the door he places you on a bed and tells max to go fetch a stethoscope which max does, he quickly runs to the other room and comes back out with one, norm takes it from his hand and places it on your chest, listening for any heart beats or sound and fortunately, he hears your heartbeat. Taking off the stethoscope he gestures to max to come over to him, ”Quick! cpr!” norm exclaims, moving over so max could perform cpr on you. Norm had little experience with cpr while max had more experience than him. Your laid there, your mask was taken off, unconscious, your breathing was low, your chest barely even heaving up and down. Max quickly placed his hands over your chest and pressed down, he then did mouth to mouth while pinching your nose. After many chest compressions and mouth to mouth, you were coughing, your face scrunching up as you gasped, trying to take big breaths, “y/n!” max yelled out happily before giving you a hug, you were still a bit dazed after being resuscitated but you could make out that it was both norm and max with you. Max pulled back from the hug and shook your shoulders, trying to make you a bit more.. lucid. A few minutes pass by, you were finally conscious of everything around you, max gave you some water and snacks while norm was out to get jake. “How’d you even get unconscious in the first place?” max questioned with his mouth full from chocolate, you swallowed your chocolate before answering, “hm.. well last thing i can remember rotxo came at me on his Ilu and neteyam, i was swirling around and boom.” you answer while licking your lips. Suddenly the door flies open, you jump from the sound of the door hitting the wall harshly, but ease once you see neteyam in the door, his head peeking in, you could see norm panting while placing his hands on his knees as he bent down. “Y/n! you’re okay!” neteyam cried with a smile on his face, you give him a tender smile in return, getting up you place your food down and run towards neteyam and wave goodbye to max who returns your gesture. You close the door behind you and as soon as you do, neteyam kneels down. You embrace neteyam, well, more like neteyam embraced you (first). The hug felt needy, as if it was the last time he could ever feel you. Neteyam hugged you tightly with no intention of letting you go which you didn’t mind. “Ah, all this lovey dovey shit is so.. eugh.” norm sighed, opening the door and stepping in before disappearing. Both you and neteyam look at norm before glancing at each other, a blush creeping onto your faces as you smile like a fool. Before you could speak neteyam nestled into the crook your neck, “what happened to you? how did you wake up?” neteyam mumbled, his head nestled in your shoulder comfortably. Both of your hearts began to race as a result of his movements. Because they were so loud, you were certain that neteyam could hear you beat as well. But nonetheless, you two melt into your touches. Your hands find its way to neteyam’s hair, running your fingers through his braids, thinking about your answer, “well i think it was rotxo and his ilu.. it swam right past me and i guess i got knocked out by the pressure or something..” you hum, your eyes flickered to his now swaying tail. Neteyam stayed silent as his thoughts and anger took over him, rotxo? he was the cause of you fainting and scaring the literal death out of him? yep. it was decided at that very moment that he was going to beat him up, once it was the right time. You tap on his shoulder lightly to get his attention, which it did, but he didn’t pull away, why? because he wanted to stay like this forever. Tapping his shoulder again but a bit more harder neteyam to pulled away, pouting. ”You aren’t thinking of beating rotxo up, right?” you laugh lightheartedly, neteyam’s face flushed, he loved it when you knew things straight away even if he didn’t say so or did anything. Your hands rested on his shoulders, wanting to stay like that for a while but nothing good could ever last. Or so you thought. Neteyam, yet again, rests his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You’re stunned at first from the sudden movement but melt into his touch once you feel the warmth radiating though out your body. You two stay in that position for what felt like hours but were truly only a few minutes, it was silent, only the birds chirping and the sounds of animals trudging through the forest was all that could be heard, everything was quiet until you perked up, scaring neteyam as he jolts from the sudden movement. Neteyam stares at you, baffled. Smiling sheepishly you apologize before speaking again, “you said you wanted to know how i woke up right?” neteyam slowly nods, unsure of why you were bringing this up. “Well max had to perform cpr on me, you know, all the pressure on the chest and mouth to mouth.” you explain. Finishing your sentence you notice that neteyam looked at you weirdly, his eyes bugged like he had seen a ghost or something terrifying. You cock your head to the side, confused. “Mouth to... mouth?” neteyam slowly asks while his tails swaying vigourously, “oh yeah! like a person having to pinch the persons nose while blowing into their mouth-” you cut yourself off, realizing why neteyam looked almost completely pale, how he sounded so horrified when he spoke. Lets just say neteyam was absolutely devastated and crushed that some other boy that wasn’t him stole took your first kiss. “It wasn’t even a kiss-”, “yes it was.”, “he did it so i could survive!!” “...”, “... are you jealous?”

lo’ak x fem. human! reader

His eyes widen in shock and in fear. His heart drops upon seeing what looked like your lifeless body sinking further and further down into the sea. Lo’ak’s heart pounds harshly against his chest as he swims to your body, his arms are around your waist as he swims towards the surface. Lo’ak gasps for air, he uses his other arm to splash around, trying to stay afloat without letting you go was tiring him but he had to keep afloat, for you. “Payakan! payakan!!” lo’ak yelled, his arms growing ever more tired. After a few seconds he hears the familiar sounds of his friend—payakan. Smiling, he inched closer to payakan’s fin and hoisted you on his(or her) fin before hopping on. Payakan stared at you before staring at lo’ak, as if trying to ask why you were here, if you were going to hurt him. Lo’ak shook his head, “no, y/n is not like that. She is a good sky person.”, he spoke before signing to payakan that you were a good person. He rolled you on your back and observed your face. Your eyes were closed shut, your mouth agape. Payakan noticed how his friend looked worried, sprinkles of air hit lo’ak’s skin and face which prompted him to stare at payakan, “we need to take y/n somewhere, now! please.” lo’ak signed, payakan closed his eyes and opened them, lo’ak signed a “thank you” hurriedly before looking back at you, holding onto your body as payakan swam to the village. Arriving at the village, he said goodbye to payakan and thanked him once more before lifting you up and carrying you in his arms. His gaze flickered to your face to your chest, it was barely heaving up and down, lo’ak only looked away from your face to see where he was going. Once lo’ak reached his families marui he immediately called for his dad, yelling and running inside to find his dad, jake’s ear twitched as he picked up the sound of footsteps, panting and of course, lo’ak yelling. Getting up, he sees lo’ak running towards him with you in his arms, knocked out. ”Lo’ak! what happened?” jake questioned as his son let him have a look at you. Lo’ak shook his head, “i don’t know! i looked away for a second and she- she was like that!” he stuttered, jake tsked before walking out of the marui. Neytiri moved closer to you as she held your head, her eyes scanning your face to see any signs of you alive, she saw nothing at first, but after seeing your your chest lift up a big her mind and heart eased. “Sir! where are you going?” lo’ak asked, “asking tonowari if i can bring norm and max here to help y/n,” jake sighed, “just keep an eye on y/n, ‘kay?”, lo’ak nodded. As if he wasn’t already. That was the last thing jake had said before completely disappearing out of lo’ak’s sight. He was left there with neytiri, his mind was filled with you, both he and neytiri prayed to eywa to bring you back, they prayed that you would somehow magically wake up. Never in his life has he ever prayed so hard and much for the safety of someone. In the meantime, neytiri herself tried to help, laying you on the floor as she rested your head on a pillow(or anything in the marui), lo’ak watched you, his larger hands intertwined with yours, squeezing it whenever he saw your chest moving slightly. Neytiri noticed this and smiled softly, even though it wasn’t the right time—she knew that lo’ak, her son, loved somebody, and it was cute how he was so worried about you, she would have to tell you about this once you woke up. When jake, norm and max finally arrived lo’ak was so thankful. He moved aside so norm could scan your brain and do whatever he did but he still held onto your hand, for.. i guess you could say emotional support. Lo’ak watched as norm scanned your face with a slim device, he touched the screen which revealed your brain, “well she’s breathing, but not much. Max, bring her our place now” was all norm said before carrying you and getting up to go to their site. “Wait! can i come as well? please? i won’t do anything, i just want to be there with y/n..” lo’ak pleaded, norm looked back at jake to see what his answer was, jake shot lo’ak a look but seeing how worried he looked he gave him a small nod and with that lo’ak walked beside norm, his eyes still on you. Both norm and lo’ak ran while max was behind them, he ran as fast as he could but still failed to keep up,  once everybody was at the door of their site, norm grabbed one of his masks and handed one to lo’ak, once they put them on norm opened the door and walked inside, lo’ak and max following behind him. Norm laid your body on a couch and went to another room to get what he needed, max took of his mask and started to ask lo’ak questions, “so, what happened?” he asked, kneeling beside him, “i don’t know.. rotxo and his IIu swam past us, mostly her and then i swam up, cursed, and swam back down and she was sinking!” After a few more questions and answering max concluded that you were most likely knocked out, and that you “probably” weren’t dead or was going to die, that is if norm could hurry the fuck up. “Norm! hurry up!” max yelled, lo’ak wanted to scream at him to hurry up as well but didn’t. “Ugh, im coming! geez..” norm yelled back as he walked into the room and knelt down beside you and started to ask max what lo’ak had said. “Mhm, yeah, she probably is knocked out cold, her breathing stops every now and then..” norm said nonchalantly, lo’ak looked his way, “so what do we have to do?” “Cpr.” norm answered, laying his head on your chest to hear your heartbeats before taking your mask off, lo’ak gave him a weird and confused look, max noticed this and explained to him that it was. While he was explaining norm cut him off, “max, go do it”. “What- why me? why not you?” max exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air, “because your hands are like hers, like, human hands, and mine are bigger so it’ll hurt her.” Max stopped talking and a “ooooh” was heard. Lo’ak rolled his eyes and pushed him forward, causing max to give him a glare. Max finally started to do cpr, pressing onto your chest while counting how many times he was doing it, lo’ak searched your face for any signs of movement, and finally, he did. Your brows twitched which made lo’ak yell at max to keep on going. Max then did something that lo’ak would never forget, mouth to mouth. As soon as he saw max lean down and press his lips against yours he held his breath. Lo'ak opens his mouth and his eyes expand. He experienced a wide range of feelings, but the most strongly, rage. Seeing max perform mouth to mouth to you made his heart ache, even if he knew it was to save your life, he wanted to be your first kiss, your first everything. Lo’ak fumed, but before he could make a scene he turned around, not wanting to see anymore of this. A gasp. That was all lo’ak heard before he whipped his head around and saw you awake, your eyes were wide open, panting. Lo’ak immediately pushed max aside which resulted in him falling down and cursing at him but he didn’t care, not right now at least anyways. “Y/n! you’re awake, you’re okay!” he said with his voice trembling, he felt like bawling his eyes out when he saw you awake, but he didn’t, he held in his tears. You were still panting when lo’ak placed his hands on your shoulder and made you look at him, you looked dazed. Lo’ak examined your, seeing if there was anything he could do before max placed a bottle in front of him, gesturing him to grab it. Lo’ak grabbed the bottle, twisting the lid before tilting your head and placing the bottle on your lip and tilted the bottle, you started to gulp down the water, eager to drink something. Once you scrunched your face up, meaning you were done with the water he immediately threw it away and pulled you into a hug, whispering many ‘thank you eywa’s’ and ‘thank the great mother’s’. He stayed in that position until you were finally conscious of your surrounding. “L-lo’ak?” your voice was small and drained, hoarse even. Lo’ak pulled back and stared at your face, he gave you a careless smile, “yes y/n, it’s lo’ak.” You had told norm that you had a headache to which he told you to stay put and to not go out. Lo’ak stayed with you while norm and max told you where the snacks were and if you needed to go toilet it was right beside where the tools were. After that they went out to go tell jake that you were awake. Lo’ak sat beside you, your head leaning on his arm as you sighed. “Headache still there?” lo’ak asked with a small smile on his face, you nod. After sitting in silence lo’ak spoke up, “i can beat rotxo if you want me to you kno-” he stated before getting cut off by you, “lo’ak!” you giggle, causing him to smile even bigger. You two then stay like that for a few minutes when you start to feel sleepy, and with lo’ak’s warm body right beside you, your head drops to his chest and drowse off, it startles him, of course, and makes him extremely flustered but nonetheless his hands make its way to your face and lifts your head up and places it on his arm instead, so you were more comfortable, he does so with a warm and tender smile on his face. This was a terrible and traumatic experience for him and he’s even more protective of you. Lo’ak is glued to your side 24/7 and is ready to beat up anybody who gives you weird looks or shit talks you. Like c’mere (`⌒*)O-(`⌒´Q) you wanna talk shit about my crush? ‘kay, might as well meet my fist right now!! every thing you say about her or every time you even say her name, you get a punch. 👊 

ao’nung x fem. human! reader

He’s freaking out internally and externally. His gaze falls upon your sinking body, without thinking or registering anything he’s already swimming towards you. Once he reaches your body he quickly swims back to the surface, as he gasps for air he finds himself turning you around to look at you. Your eyes were tightly clenched as you slouched over. Denial. He believes that you were playing a joke on him; it was impossible. You were only briefly out of his sight when he was with you, and this is how he finds you! you must’ve be toying with him, but you weren’t. Even though he believed you were playing a joke on him, he spent no time and immediately swam away, trailed by his comrades. His friends questioned ao’nung as to why they were leaving early but quieted when he didn’t answer them. Arriving at the village, ao’nung hurriedly runs to his marui, leaving his friends behind which was odd for them, they exchanged glances before following ao’nung. Rushing to his father who now stood up from seeing his son carrying you, “what happened, ao’nung?” tonowari asked, eyeing his son who was staring down at you. Ao’nung could not speak, he held his breath while looking at your relaxed face. “I do not know, father i.. please go get jake!” he stammered, this time looking up to father, seeing his son’s pleading eyes he complied, calling his men to go get jake. He laid your body on the ground, scanning your face in the hopes of seeing your face twitch or anything, any signs that you were going to wake up but nothing. “When is he going to come?” ao’nung muttered, waiting for his father to say something but he didn’t, only looking down at his son. When jake arrived he felt relieved, he didn’t know why but he did. He would have never asked for jake, he disliked the sully family, but he was too preoccupied with you, he didn’t care anymore as long as you woke up. Jake stared down at your body before walking in, kneeling down he moved ao’nung aside, “what happened?”, no response. “what happened.” but this time it was more stern, glaring at ao’nung who now looked at jake. “I do not know.” Tsking he hoisted you into his arms and started to make his way outside. Ao’nung was quick to grab a hold of his arm, jake turned around, raising his eyebrow his spoke “what is it now?”, again, he could not get any words out. When ao’nung did not answer his question he removed his hand from his arm and shot him a look before running off somewhere, pressing his fingers on his collar to call norm. You laid down on a bed in a site with norm and max by your side, “what do you think happened?” max questioned while taking off your mask, “dunno, scan her” norm answered, handing him a slim device to max. Taking it from his hand he starts to scan you. “Everything’s normal, except for her heartbeat. It’s barely noticeable and it’s too slow” max mumbled, placing the device down. Norm thought for a second before coming up with an idea. Max watched as norm ran to the other room before coming out with a defibrillator. Max pursed his lips while nodding, approving his idea. Norm knelt down beside you and lift your shirt up, placing one of the pads near your shoulder while the other below your chest. Norm gave max a nod which meant that he could start to perform chest compressions. Norm waited for the device to tell him when to shock you if your breathing slowed down (if it was needed) while max continued to do chest compressions. After a bit the device spoke to which max retracted his hands and let norm press the button which shocked you. After a few shocks both norm and max lost hope, you weren’t going to wake up. But after seeing your chest heaving up and down lightly they exchanged glances before going back to what they were doing. When the last shock rang through out your body you jerked up, your eyes shot open, you were panting heavily. The sudden movement scared both norm and max but the sudden relief washed over them, you were alive. Your eyes scanned the room, your sight was a bit blurry but you could make out two people, one that was like while the other was a na’vi.. or avatar you assumed as he wore human clothes. They were in the same room as you, Max soothed your shoulder to calm you down while norm went to get some water for you. “Y/n, you’re okay, ‘kay? can you hear me?” max questioned, shaking you lightly which prompted you to face him, you give him a slow nod, max smiled but before he could speak norm came into the room with a bottle in his hands. Twisting the cap off he pressed the bottle to your mouth, max titled your head as you started to gulp down the water. Norm pulled back when you scrunched up your face. Your breathing slowly but surely became less erratic, before you knew it you were breathing normally and fine. Norm went out to get jake while max stayed with you, he gave you some snacks and some more water, while you ate he sat at his desk and started to work, waiting for norm to come back. Silence descended upon the room with only the sounds of max typing on his computer and the shuffle of papers. After a while norm came in the room, you looked towards the door and to your surprise jake was not there, rather, ao’nung. Your eyes widen as soon as your eyes lay on his figure, upon seeing you, ao’nung let out a relief sigh before entering the room but was stopped by norm. Looking towards norm with a scowl he removed his hand but not without telling him he needed a mask, to breathe the air in the site. Ao’nung looked at the mask in his hand before looking back at norm, grabbing it he made his way towards you, he sat down beside you and stared at you while you ate your snacks. “...”, he did not speak, there was only silence which concerned you, so you decided to speak up. “Soooo...” you start, his brows furrow. “Uhm, im alive?”, way to go y/n. Ao’nung continues to stare at you before speaking “yes, you are. What happened? how did you.. end up like that?” he asked, his hands found its way to your shoulder. You put on your thinking face, pondering about how you did end up like this. “Oh! it was your friend rotxo and his Ilu, swam right past me and boom.” you explain while chewing on your food, he could not believe how you could just say that without any emotion. Furrowing his brows, his eyes bore into yours, almost like a glare but at the same time not. “Don’t get mad at him, i’m sure he didn’t it..” you sigh, tossing another chocolate in your mouth. Ao’nung stopped thinking, how did you guess what he was thinking? Ao’nung grumbled at your words, staring down at the floor. “I will still do it.” he states bluntly which causes you to stop eating. You look at him, whose gaze is now on the floor. “Why?” was all you could ask, his head still downcast when you asked the question, when he didn’t answer many possibilities swarmed your mind, that was when you smiled. “Aw, so you do care for me?” you smile, ao’nung whips his head to face you and sees you smiling ear to ear, his gaze made your cheeks warm. He, too, blushed, yet he stared at you as if you had said something concerning, “no.” “oh..” you spoke while dropping your head, your voice was small and low, ao’nung stared at you before sighing, “i’m only going to hit him, once, not because i care for you” Looking up at ao’nung you roll your eyes playfully as you continue to down your food, “eat slowly, or you will choke which i do not care for.”, “then why tell me to slow down on my eating?”

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Nothing prepared him for this. John "Soap" McTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley/Magical Male Reader

One shot

Summery: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" McTavish and (Y/N) "Carnage" (L/N), three people thicker than blood, all of them more or less in love with each other and all dependent on one another. But what happens when (Y/N)'s radio goes silent, when post mission no one can find him? How does Simon react to seeing someone he loves injured?

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence/injury. Body horror (I think, to be safe I tag it as such). Angst.

Dead dove do not eat

This isn't the most well-written, I have a headache and just needed this out. Also people are most likely OOC. This is purely self indulgent and what I wanted to write.

Word count; 2206

Ghost looked around at the others, trying to see who was alive. Price wasn’t injured, walking perfectly as they checked the bodies. Gaz was sitting and patching up a minor injury and Soap had just gotten back from his section.

“Carnage do you copy?” Ghost asked into the radio only to be met with silence, complete and utter silence. Price glanced at him for a moment. “Carnage, do you copy?” Ghost tried again. He was met with even more silence. Ice filled his gut and slowly crept its way up into his chest. “Dammit, (Y/N), do you copy?!” Ghost asked again. He looked to Price when no message came through, no signs of anyone. “I will search for (Y/N).”

“Evac is 20 minutes out, Carnage was in section 3.” Price said. “May have moved into section 4 if pushed.”

Ghost nodded and quickly ran, keeping an eye out for enemy soldiers. He searched building after building, walking over rumble and ruin, shining a light between all pieces as he swept the place. Ghost ignored the bodies of the enemy soldiers, though he still noticed (Y/N) living up to his call sign, ‘Carnage’, Ghost hadn’t been on that rescue mission, he hadn’t personally seen the way the bodies were ripped apart or how they had found a fatally injured (Y/N) 100 meters from the house, with injuries that should have killed him 10 away from the house, but he had seen the scars. The irritated raised skin, the bumps of flesh that wrapped around itself and led to deep pits where skin had been missing and muscle had been ripped out. Ghost was not squeamish but the scars from the torture (Y/N) had faced, fought against 20 enemies and survived were gruesome even for what Ghost had seen.

Yet, despite it all, (Y/N) still had a smile on his face, still joked around and was a joy to be around. He had made Simon’s life a lot better. Both (Y/N) and Johnny. Simon knew he couldn’t go on without either of them.

Simon came upon an open plaza-like area, it was small but bodies upon bodies of enemy soldiers lay, all pointing towards a single still-standing house-like structure, the roof was missing and the glass in the windows was more than gone. “Carnage, do you copy?!” He yelled, betraying his own position, but he needed to know if (Y/N) was alive. Simon couldn’t lose any more people.

Simon heard stone clanking on stone. He quickly figured the morse code out,

--. . - / --- ..- -

Ghost shook his head as he headed towards the building, carefully stepping over the threshold. On the ground in a state worse than death, laid (Y/N), covered in blood Ghost could only assume was a mixture of his own and the enemies.

Ghost ran over and knelt beside him. “You need to stay awake, do you hear me, soldier!” Ghost yelled, not taking note of how (Y/N)’s face was turned away from him. Ghost checked him over for injuries, taking note of the too many bullet wounds. There was no way (Y/N) was supposed to have survived this. “I found Carnage, he is still alive but barely,” Ghost said into the radio before taking a shot of adrenalin and giving it to (Y/N) to keep him alive.

“Can he be moved?” Price’s voice asked.

“Affirmative. I will bring him over but we need to stabilise him when we get over there.” Ghost said. “I counted 8 bullet wounds in his chest, based on his breathing they didn’t hit his lungs.” Ghost said.

Ghost looked down at (Y/N) who slowly turned his head to look at Ghost. Half his face had been ripped off by someone or something, large strips of cheek were hanging loosely to the side, not attached to the bottom part of his face. (Y/N)’s bottom and upper teeth were fully exposed, alongside most of his right jawbone. The white of his eyes was red, and a black eye was forming around the shrapnel stuck in his face.

(Y/N) opened his mouth, blood was pooling in his throat as he coughed and turned to the side, aggravating his own injuries further. “Get… out…” He said, his voice rasped and barely above a whisper.

Ghost stood up before helping (Y/N) up, picking him up in the process. “I am not leaving you behind,” Simon said sternly. His whole body was ice cold, not knowing whether (Y/N) was going to make it or not.

Ghost didn’t hesitate to run towards the others, his mind focused on the goal, he was aware of his own footing and easily carried (Y/N) as he ran until he felt someone grab a hold of his foot as he lifted it up and pulled him backwards.

Simon fell and watched as (Y/N) fell out of his grasp and down a hill of rubble, down into a pool of other dead bodies. Simon looked behind him and saw no one. He shook his head and stood only to see (Y/N) standing on his own, surrounded by a thick red liquid floating all around him. (Y/N)’s arms spread out as he floated up, the liquid turned darker and darker as it soon became as pitch black as the night around them, more and more of this liquid streamed from the bodies around them, flying too and into (Y/N) as he floated in the air.

Simon watched in grotesque horror as (Y/N)’s flesh that had previously been ripped apart was slowly stitching itself together. Glowing red strands of muscle waved itself together as (Y/N)’s cheek began healing itself over. The strands of flesh that had been ripped away had slowly reattached itself in ways they hadn’t been before.

All chatter, concerned voices and orders from Price was drowned out as Simon stood completely still, watching a man he loved be consumed by the black thick goo.

8 bullets clanked down on the ground, breaking through the silence. Simon looked to Price, Gaz and Soap, all of them watching in mute horror as well.

(Y/N) lowered to the ground, his eyes fully red and glowing ever so slightly, His uniform was gone, leaving behind his completely bare body and ID disks. A golden pendant appeared before (Y/N) and Simon watched as (Y/N) took a deep breath and shuddered before throwing up blood and coughing up mucus, everyone rushed over, Soap held (Y/N) up so he wouldn't fall over.

—

“What the hell was that?!” The panicked voice of his captain sent waves of pain into (Y/N)’s head. He groaned and held his head, shaking in Soap’s arms. (Y/N) reached out and took the golden pendant before clutching it to his chest. He looked at Price. Tears of blood streamed down his face as his entire body shook and convulsed. He took a shaking breath and exhaled, his lungs were burning as mucus was still rapidly growing and filling them up, drowning (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked to Soap and then to Ghost and smiled weakly. “I love you both, dearly, you are good friends.” He said before pushing Soap away with a natural strength none of them had ever seen before. (Y/N) ran straight ahead and towards a shallow pond, people followed him but as soon as he reached the pond he fell into it and through it. (Y/N) closed his eyes as he let go, letting his body, soul and mind be washed away.

—

Simon didn’t even hear his own scream as he made it to the pond and found it barely went to his calves, there was no logical way that (Y/N) was able to escape and hide somewhere in it but it didn’t stop him from searching and searching.

Ghost fought against Soap as he took him out of the pond and onto the copter, his eyes never leaving the pond as long as he could see it.

He turned to Soap who was crying. Simon stared numbly at his hands the entire way to the base. When the copter landed he alongside the rest of the team entered the temporary base and looked to Laswell. “Where is Carnage?”

“MIA.” Price responded. “By his own accord, he wasn’t thinking straight, some enemy… something… I can’t even describe it.” He slid over a recording device.

On a shaking camera was (Y/N) shown floating up, with black goo all around him.

Laswell sighed. “I will… contact an expert.”

“There is an expert for this shit?” Price asked, his voice snappy.

Laswell looked at him before looking at everyone else. “Take a shower and clean your weapons first, I will explain everything before we do a mission debrief.”

Everyone left, cleaning all their weapons before hitting the showers. Freshly cleaned and still mostly silent but with anger burning hot under the surface, 141 sat in a meeting room with a woman who looked surprisingly like (Y/N).

“Everyone this (Sisters name) (L/N), (Y/N)’s sister. The information you are about to receive wasn’t thought necessary as (Y/N) wasn’t supposed to have magic, him being on his own is dangerous for him and us.” Laswell said.

Months passed and new missions came. Ghost reverted more and more into himself and Soap had changed. (Y/N) ‘Carnage’ (L/N) was officially declared MIA, and things returned to normal. Well, as normal as things could go.

“As Kate said, I am (S/N). (Y/N) was my twin, twin births are rare in my family and always means that only one of the twins gets a power, magic if you will. It isn’t magic but for all intents and purposes, I will call it magic. It’s a form of elemental manipulation that no human can do, we may look human but we aren’t.” (S/N) said. “Magical beings are hidden due to security purposes, oftentimes those of us here who are half human and half not human doesn't even know until their children develop magical powers.”

She went on to explain the nature of magic and (Y/N)’s magic, how (Y/N) wasn’t cheating death but rather kept getting consumed more and more by it, if it kept going his whole nature of being would shift and he would become something to be stopped rather than being helped.

There is a clear strain and a clear need for answers.

Ghost finished clearing a house and walked outside to meet the others. He felt the chill of the air steals any heat the battle had given him. On top of a hill, far away but not far enough that Ghost couldn’t clearly see, sat a group of soldiers on horses, their uniforms were like that of the one that (Y/N)’s sister had worn, just a lot less ceremonial. The leader of them, a masked man, walked towards them—letter in hand. Ghost feared the worst as he met up with the others, all gathered behind Price.

Price took the letter. “What kind of news is this?” He asked, getting no response.

Ghost glanced at Soap who glanced at him, they shared a look. “Her Majesty, the queen of Arione is happy to announce the return and rehabilitation of one Sergeant (Y/N) (L/N) from Task Force 141. If Captain John Price wish for Sergeant (L/N) to return, he shall simply tell the soldier who gave him this letter and- yes, bring (Y/N) back, don’t care how.” Price didn’t hesitate.

The soldier reached up and everyone watched with bated breaths as the straps of the mask were undone, slowly revealing the face of a man they knew well. The mask fell to the ground and a smiling (Y/N) could be seen. “I am so sorry for disappearing-” He only managed to say before Soap hugged him tightly.

Ghost was frozen in place. Watching his teammates hug and greet each other. Everyone cleared away and (Y/N) looked to Ghost. He carefully walked over and stood in front of him. He didn’t reach out but did hold his hand up and pat his own shoulder 3 times, in a hidden way.

Simon smiled behind the mask. “It’s good to have you back.” He said and touched his own shoulder 3 times. That was how they said they were okay, how they confirmed who each other were.

“What happened that day?” Gaz asked.

(Y/N) looked at them all. “I felt so much I had never felt before, my feelings and sensors going haywire, it felt as though I was dying a thousand times over and over, it wasn’t an enemy soldier who got my face, it was something else. I was so confused and drowning in my own mucus, I needed to go away or… I was found and helped, with focus on getting me back here, I will have to go back home if a war starts but it is highly unlikely.” (Y/N) said.

“As long as we have you back here.” Price said.

“Always.” (Y/N) said, smiling even more.

[madsnowstorm]

take me home for christmas | j. seresin | part five

that christmasy feeling - johnny cash

summary : jake wants to take you home to texas for christmas to meet his family.

warnings — series, 18+, fem!reader, established relationship, some angst, family dynamics (both healthy and not), mentions of therapy, no religious aspect to the holiday, dogs named after famous texans, anxiety, no use of y/n, little angsty, but mostly internal

notes — uh, its been a while. work has been crazy, so i haven't been able to work on this like i've wanted. truthfully, i'm not sure what i think about this chapter. what i am sure of is that i love writing uncle jake.

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“Wake up!” An unfamiliar voice startled you. “Wake uuup!” The voice was squeaky and accompanied by a bell-like giggle. “Uncle Jake, why isn’t she waking up! Maybe you should wake her up like Snow White!” You could hear your boyfriend’s laugh through the sleepy haze you were beginning to surface from.

“Nah, Sophie. Let’s just wake her up gently. The both of us.” You felt your shoulder warm with the touch of Jake’s large hand and much smaller one underneath it. Your eyes fluttered open and you stretched. “Hey there princess.” The small girl next to Jake giggled again.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Your voice was scratchy with sleep. The last thing you remember was sitting on the couch. Your legs had been tangled with his, your head on his firm chest.  A Christmas Story was on the TV and the last thing you remembered was Ralphie Parker getting a boot to the forehead. 

“You just looked so cute.” Sophie laughed at her uncle’s words and you couldn’t help but join in. She was an adorable girl with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes similar to those of her uncle. “Anytime you aren’t snoring is pretty cute.” His comment, which was so typical, made you roll your eyes. You knew he probably had a point. You did snore sometimes.

“You must be Sophie!” Your attention was now on Jake’s niece. Her head was moving up and down in an enthusiastic nod. Her smile was wide enough for you to see that two teeth were missing. You scooted into a sitting position.

“Yeah!” Without warning the girl threw herself in your lap.

“Woah!” Jake placed his hand on your back to keep you from toppling over. You let him know you were good  and positioned the girl to make both of you more comfortable. “A little warning next time, Soph!”

“She’s okay. You’re just excited, aren’t you Sophie?” She was nodding once again. “Who wouldn’t be with Santa coming tomorrow?!” The mention of Santa and Christmas Eve had Sophie wiggling with joy. You were still trying to fully wake up, but her childlike wonderment was infectious as she talked about Christmas Eve. Both you and Jake let her ramble for a few moments. After she talked about all the different cookies she wanted to leave Santa, Jake plucked the girl from your lap and told her to go find one of her brothers. Once she was gone, you looked at him. His eyes were roaming over your face. “Do I have sleep lines?” You started feeling around your temple. “Oh my God, did I drool?” Jake laughed.

“You’re good darlin’.” He stood up and held a hand out for you. You took it, looking down at your clothes, running a hand over some wrinkles. “I said you were good.” His tone was light, but had an edge of bossiness that was typical of him. “Come on, there are people I want you to meet.”

You let him tug you towards the kitchen, nerves gripping you. You weren’t quite sure why you were nervous considering how well things went with his parents. They really made you feel as though you’d always been one of them. That morning you and Vicki drove down to the feed store to pick up an order that had come in. As you loaded large bags into the bed of the truck you’d been in, the two of you joked around like people who knew each other for years would. It left you feeling like you were in a dream and you weren’t sure you wanted to wake up.

“There they are!” Thomas yelled out loudly. You smiled shyly, fighting the urge to raise your hand in an awkward wave. There were multiple pizza boxes sitting on the kitchen island, which several people were standing around. Vicki and Thomas you knew, as well as Julie, who was standing next to a man that held baby Lily. There was another man to his left and as you took him in you noticed several features that Vicki also had. That must have been Jackson. A short woman, with red hair, stood in front of him. The only people that were missing were Jennifer and her family, and June. Both of them would be in from out of town the next day. 

“Yeah, here we are.” Jake’s hands were on your shoulders, he was standing at your back. The heat coming off of his body was comforting. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m ready to eat!” 

Jake filled you in earlier in the day. On the twenty-third there were always carolers in the small downtown you’d been driven through the day before. Hot chocolate was typically sold by the high school band as a fundraiser. There was also a local couple that dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus and walked around entertaining little children. He explained it as a low-key affair that had a lot of heart. It had been going on as long as Jake could remember and had become a family tradition. They’d always eat pizza, drive around to look at lights, and then end up downtown to enjoy the festive atmosphere. 

“Yeah, Nana! We’re hungry!” A young teenage boy echoed, walking in. Sophie was at one elbow and another young boy was at the other. 

“Come here, squirt!” Jake growled, throwing his arm around his oldest nephew, Will, drawing him into a headlock.

“I’m not a squirt!” The boy replied, his voice cracking in that familiar pubescent way. He squirmed away from his uncle.

“No, you aren’t, but he is!” Jake bent down to pick up Cole. You remember in the weeks leading up to this time with his family, you made Jake quiz you on who was who. Names were not hard for you, so you were able to pick up on all the members quickly. Cole was laughing as his uncle attacked him with tickles. Sophie was jumping up and down, adding to the chaos. You could only imagine the energy that would be in the air once the rest of the Seresin family arrived.

“Come on, knuckleheads,”  Jackson spoke up, opening some of the pizza boxes. “Let’s eat.” And, as if his words were magic, the kids (and Jake) straightened up and got in line. 

“They are always such a rowdy bunch.” The redheaded woman spoke as you walked over to grab a plate. “Hi, I’m Claire.”  You introduced yourself to her in return. “Whenever Jake comes to town, the kids are extra crazy.” 

“Yeah, I’m picking up on that.” You laughed. 

The kitchen was filled with noise as everyone moved around and began eating. Outside the window the sun was setting, which meant that soon you would all be perusing toward town, taking in the magic of different lights.

After grabbing a couple of slices of pizza, you found yourself squished in between Jake and Sophie. Claire tried to pull her daughter away, reminding her of her manners, but you let her know it was okay. Throughout dinner you listened, with one ear, to Jake entertain Sophie, Cole, and Will with stories about his most recent mission. Details were exaggerated and sound effects were incorporated. While he did that, you engaged in conversation with Claire about a show you heard her mention while you were each up grabbing your food.

Once dinner and conversation were done (and cowboy hats grabbed) you all divided up amongst two different vehicles. Jake, you, Julie, her fiance Luke, and Lily piled in their mid-sized SUV, while Vicki and Thomas squeezed into Claire and Jackson’s Suburban. That forced the three kids in the back seat. Jake and Jackson both had walkie-talkies clipped to their jackets. Jake explained that it was so both vehicles could talk while looking at lights, without interrupting any music. The Seresin’s were all about feeling the spirit of Christmas.

Lily sat between you and Jake, buckled tightly into her carseat. Julie said they could pull up the back seats to make things more comfortable, but you told her it was fine. It gave you an up close look at just how soft Jake could be. You were enjoying this new side to him. He sang to her when a particularly good song would come on. While he didn’t have the best voice, the slightly accented twang he added made you melt. The man would also tell jokes to the other kids over the walkie-talkie. 

“Soph’, what does Santa call a reindeer with no eyes?” He asked as your caravan pulled in front of a house that had a yard littered with glowing reindeer. 

“I don’t know, Uncle J!” Came Sophie’s sassy reply. You snickered. Her attitude reminded you so much of the one her uncle usually displayed. You locked eyes with Julie who nodded, having picked up on your line of thought.

“I have no eye deer!” As he delivered the punchline he looked over at you, his smile so wide it practically took over his face. Luke snorted which made Julie laugh. Lily cooed from her carseat. You turned your attention to her, brushing her forehead with the pad of your thumb. 

“Your uncle is so silly, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” She cooed again and you laughed, looking at Jake pointedly.

“Uncle J, that was so bad!” Will’s voice came over the walkie-talkie. It was impossible to miss Sophie laughing in the background. 

“Some would say it’s so bad, I’m on the naughty list right?” You, Julie, and Luke all groaned at the same time. Before you really knew what you were doing, you reached over the carseat and grabbed the walkie-talkie from Jake’s hand. He looked at you, bewildered.

“Someone come get this man!” You said into the receiver after pressing the orange button on the side. There was silence for a minute before Jackson’s voice filled the car.

“Sorry darlin’,” If Jake wasn’t sitting right in front of you, you would have sworn he was the one speaking. “We’ve been dealing with him for over three-decades. It’s your turn now.” 

More taunts, bad jokes, and laughs were exchanged as you all continued to look at lights that decorated homes that were a part of Jake’s past. Jake would tell you some random fact from his childhood as you passed by the different houses. Julie would chime in occasionally, adding to the stories he told. You learned about his friends and the shenanigans they got up to, especially while in high school. There were pranks and hijinks of all kinds thought up in the houses that were being driven by.

Eventually the car turned down a street where vehicles were parked on both sides. It took a minute to find a spot, but eventually two were found not that far from each other. Together, as a family, you all walked up the sidewalk, towards the warm light radiating from the busy part of town. Sophie, Claire, and Julie were singing about Frosty the Snowman. As you kept walking the crowd seemed to be growing.

While the downtown area looked charming during the day, there was something magical about it at night. The lights mixed with the music from the carol singers mixed with the fake snow floating through the air created an energy and excitement that you had not experienced since you were a young child. You were so enchanted by everything around you, you didn’t realize you’d stopped walking.

“Darlin’?” Jake called out. He was looking over his shoulder, his family still walking ahead. You were trying to find the words to explain how you felt. “You okay?” You nodded as he walked to you. 

“It just…” The words weren’t coming to you, but he waited patiently. “Thank you for bringing me.” His smile was dazzling and dangerous. You tucked one arm around under his denim jacket, and wrapped it around his waist. You lifted the other, using your hand to tip his sand colored Stetson up. It would get in the way of your goal. Without mentioning this goal, Jake understood and pressed his lips against yours. As you pulled apart you could hear Cole behind the man in your arms.

“Come one guys!” There were strangers moving around you, smiling as Cole brought attention to the obvious fact that you were not with the family who was stopped at the hot chocolate booth.

Jake moved your arm out from underneath his jacket, but didn’t let go of your hand. His palm was warm against yours and it grounded you. He pulled you towards the booth and somehow managed to take a few dollar bills from his wallet with one hand. He handed it to the high schooler behind the table and you both grabbed a cup. You never thought that being in Texas with Jake and his family would feel as right as it did. It was nothing like you expected, but in the best way possible…And there were still three days left and more family to meet.

[lesbianspeedy]

Connor has called Ollie solely "dad" since Quiver why is he calling him "Ollie" now 😭😭😭

This is mean but I laughed out loud when Connor said Tim was the first person he talked about when he was figuring out being ace years ago. Lol. Lmao even. Tumblr really gaslit that poor writer into thinking Connor and Tim had an actual friendship with all their clamoring about him being with the wrong Bat huh. "Where were you?" GEE I didn't know you had to give daily updates to that one kid you teamed up a few times and had some friendly banter with. I love queer solidarity and the whole thing about us finding each other before we even know we're queer but. NO Connor would not have talks about his sexuality with Tim. Cmooooon you're telling me the first person he'd talk to about being ace wouldn't be Kyle "you can tell me if you're gay, Connor" Rayner?

At least that "this is just another thing me and Ollie don't have in common" anxiety is something already established. Like, that's basically the same thing he says to Roy when Roy takes him to that strip club even if it's an issue by Winick (do you ever stop to think about how unintentionally well laid out Connor being ace is and lose your mind a little bit?)

I'm just. Really sad about how Ollie and Connor's relationship is being presented to this new generation of readers. It's like we regressed to the time Ollie was dead, ya know? And I don't like Connor solely for his relationship with his dad, I want him to be a character on his own. But I can't help but being saddened by how he is losing his relationship with everyone that matters. For better or for worse, at least the new GA series is gonna have him interacting with his family (but what about Kyle, Eddie, Jansen and Moonday, ya know?)

The thing is that the story is good and I like its message. It just... Could be with any other character

im tempted to post this without an "answer" because its really well laid out and deserves to be a post on it's own. but i just rlly like ur points and want to interact with them so.

i think there were a few times between quiver and now where he interchangebly used dad and ollie but i get what you're saying, referring to him like hes estranged still was odd.

i totally agree, the idea of queer solidarity is important and should be shown, but i think this was a weird choice to go with. i think the most intimate (from my memory, i havent reread connor's run in a while) question connor ever asked tim was whether batman was his dad (at that time the answer was still no, as jack hadn't been killed yet). and that was only asked because connor was still his charmingly-awful-at-secret-identities-self. the part of their limited friendship that was interesting was the dynamic of new-sidekick-legacy meets new-main-legacy (for lack of a better descriptor), both struggling to uphold what they thought was expected of them. they never got to really advance from that stage of knowing each other to being at a place where they are friends out of costume, let alone discuss their SEXUALITIES.

i agree that the not being in common thing was a nice nod to past character complexities, though it felt slightly like it was the writer genuinely believing that to be true, and not just a rehash of connor's complicated feelings.

i know, its a weird stage we're at now, the resistence to fully accepting the connor that came from the end of his green arrow run, not just the beginning of it. by the end he had come to peace with being green arrow, and not being his father but that being okay. and that's not to say this is all the current writers fault (though williamson has done absolutely no favours with his writing), as winick and krul absolutely demolished any character connor had for their angst and whatever. (remember when connor aggressively yelled at mia for complaining about being stalked by zatanna without being told? or when after being turned into plastic and losing his memories he then decided he hated buddhism and oliver?). (not to mention the seperation from eddie jansen moonday kyle and. despite all of this complaining. tim cass and steph. winick set this precident and i will never forgive him)

i agree, it had good framework, and it couldve been a much more cohesive story if they. had just not used this friendship.

[honeystwiggypeach]

heyy!! may i become the 🦦 anon?! Im the one that sent the you deserve more appreciation thing!

So i read your rules, so if i understand well you can write angst? so if im correct can you please write an angst to fluff scenario with some haikyuu dads! Like characters and reader have an heated argument and like yk the kid wake up or something like that & then they make up you see what i mean? im sorry if its really vague HAHAHAHAHA im trying my best but im not really creative so i just let writers do their things 🫣

for the characters well sakusa and matsukawa will be good but any other is fine too <333

I hope you have a great dayyyy🦦🦦🫶

Omg yesss !!! I love you sm omg 😭 that’s such a cute emoji!!! You definitely can I don’t have many little emoji anons so I love that(also tysm for requesting!!)!!!!I do write angst just nothing like with death, or something that isn’t resolved, unresolved angst will probably only be when I write without a request just so I have more control!! Sorry if my rules weren’t very clear idk how to make them clearer😭😭I hope you have a good day as well!! If anyone wants me to write anything else pls let me know because I love writing requests!!!

Tw~ yelling, arguments(pls don’t read this if you are weary of anything related to arguing from parents!), nightmares, crying, let me know if I missed anything!

Matsukawa

The arguments was over something stupid and small, like always, you two hardly ever argued but when you did every small issue from the past month would be brought up causing the two of you to get progressively more and more loud at some point yelling at each other, no longer even for the reason it started in the first place. Not taking into consideration that less than an hour ago you and Issei had later your toddler down in her bedroom down the hall, and paired with her tendency to have nightmares, she was bound to wake up.

You both continued to yell at each other not hearing the door creak open to caught up with being in the right.

“Mama? Dada?” You hear her little voice ask, the two of you turning to look at her the anger quickly turning into guilt as you see tears gather in her lash line, her lip wobbling ready to cry.

“Oh honey” you coo as she runs over hugging both your legs.

Issei bends down picking her up gently as the two of you sit on the bed, “listen baby, mommy and daddy are sorry ok?” You tell her making her look at you as Issei nods.

“Yea, we won’t argue like that anymore ok baby?” He assured her, and he was right the two of you can’t argue like this anymore not with how scared it seems to make your daughter.

Sakusa

You rarely argued, you were sure it had to have been something important but you don’t know, not when he argues with you like this, it’s breaking you’re heart.

“Kiyoomi listen,” you try to explain yourself but he hushed you as he continues to scold you as you hear bits and peices, for how dangerous it is to let the girls try and cook.

“Kiyo they asked to help! What was I supposed to tell them no?”

“Yes!” He yells pacing the room both your heads whipping around when the door creaks open.

Your twin girls standing in the doorway, it had been so easy to get wrapped up in the arguement with you’re husband you’d forgotten that it wasn’t just the two of you in the house.

The way they stared at the two of you as the loud yelling suddenly came to an end.

You both make your way to them scooping them up as you pepper their faces in apology kisses before making you’re way to the couch to cuddle with them all.

“I’m sorry, I’m just scared they get hurt” Kiyoomi whispers as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m sorry too, you know for yelling” and that was the end of it.

Anyways I hope you liked this I enjoyed writing it!! If you want to see anything else pls let me know because I love requests!!!!

[solance-fics]

Take me back to the night we met part 1: Four

Ok so I got the idea to do some chain angst and now you guys will be sad. This small series will be inspired by the song “The night we met “ by Lord Huron. Each part will be about a different link missing you in the night after the adventure with you and the rest of the chain is over. Hope y’all enjoy some sadness

Also shoutout to my friend bestie anon for the idea on how to write smithies part!

Tw: mentions of drowning, mentions of death

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It was a normal night at the forge, the night air came through and had a slight chill to it . A window was opened making smithy shiver a bit. It has been a good few weeks since his adventure with the chain and you had come to its end. The black smith dusted off his hands, he missed this. The smell of the hot iron, the heat of the embers and the weight of the tools in his hand. Yet at the same time something feels like it’s…missing.

Walking over to the window four gazed out it looking up at the night sky , he remembers when the group would sleep underneath the stars. He smiles slightly at the memory, he remembers a night where he was on watch and you kept him company. You couldn’t sleep that night and honestly he couldn’t blame you, that day was terrifying for the both of you. His smile drops. That day he almost lost you , you both got separated from the group and then each other.

After a few minutes of running he spotted you in the nearby river struggling to keep your head above the water. Without thinking he jumped in to save you right as your head went under. Using all of his strength he dragged you and him out of the river and on to the bank. Laying you on your back and pushing on your chest a few times without any response he scooted back from you in shock. You weren’t breathing for a few seconds before you came too, turning in your side you coughed up the water that was in your lungs.

When you turned back around four was still with wide eyes and a look of terror in his face, but when you looked closer his eye color was frantically switching and mixing together. As if he was being controlled by an invisible entity ,he grabbed his sword and right before your eyes something you didn’t expect happened. Four started to slightly glow the colors of his tunic and as if you were dizzy each color separated from four. There before you was not just one four but all four of the colors, each either having a look of shock on his face or crying.

Red was the first one to move, dropping his sword and launching himself at you sobbing, he thought they lost you. He wraps his arms around you and holds you as tightly as he can, he doesn't want this to be a dream he needs to make sure you’re still here. His sobbing doesn’t stop , his breaths are short and labored, his grip on you doesn’t loosen either.

Blue was the next one to do something, he stomps over holding back his tears while glaring at you before joining red in hugging you. “HOW DID YOU END UP IN THERE ?!? YOU ALMOST DIED , WE’VE TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL!! WE COULD HAVE LOST YOU!” Despite him yelling he’s also sobbing, he was terrified and he hates that. He’s not good with emotions let alone bad ones, that was red's domain. His hug is just as tight as reds, he stops fighting back his tears and lets them fall.

Green was the next one to move. He shakily walked on his knees to you and hugged you , lightly shoving the other two making room for himself. He just held you, no words he just needed to hold you close. His grip wasn’t as strong as red nor blues but it didn’t need to be. He silently cried while holding you as close as he could. You’re safe and you're still here and that’s all he could ask for.

Finally Vio moved, choosing to go behind you he held you from behind. Still in shock he didn’t say anything at first, he just enjoyed your presence. After a bit of silence he spoke “we’re glad you’re still with us…. But you need to be more careful, we don’t want to think about what could have happened if we didn’t find you in time.” You hugged them back eventually but didn’t say anything.

He eventually fused back together and you got hugged again, more tears were cried of course but after a bit you two headed back the way four came. You two found the group again and explained what happened. That night was rough for the two of you, he did hold you close that night.

He stopped thinking about that night and sighs before he heads out of the forge. He walked to a spot that brought back happy memories, it was a tree in the middle of a small field. He caressed the nicks and scars that he got when teaching you how to use a sword and how to properly care for your weapons.He remembers when you actually got a hit on him, he was shocked but it quickly turned to pride.

He didn’t care that he was slightly bleeding. He held your face in his hands and praised you while you were worried about hurting him. He’s smiling again and sighed fondly at the memory but his favorite happened under this tree. He remembers when you asked him to teach you some forging, he was over the moon when you asked him so he obviously agreed.

It was hours of teaching and some injuries but nothing too bad luckily. In the end you two made matching silver bracelets, his having your favorite stones in it and yours having stones that represent the colors. He was proud he was able to share this with you, to do this with you. He holds the arm that has the bracelet on it up and in front of the night sky with a sad smile, he misses you more than he expects, he wishes he could go back to the night you met.

All he has is the ghost of your presence and the welcomed haunting of his memories with you. He hopes that you’re doing the same as he , looking at the night sky and thinking of him. Little did he know you were, you found a forge nearby and was able to buy it.

After you returned you fully took up smithing to remember the one you love that you had to leave. It was a cool summer night and you were looking out the window looking up at the night sky and smiling fondly yet sadly at your most prized possession.

A hand crafted silver bracelet embedded with stones you can’t find here, with carvings of swirls and dots as well at the first initial of your name and an L.

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Who’s part should I do next?