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a-spes · 7 months

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T H E B L O O D O N M Y H A N D S - One shot.

Words count - 3,2k.

Tags & Warnings - Natasha Romanoff x reader, angst / comfort, a form of self-harm, mentions of death and blood.

Summary - When you kill someone on duty for the first time, Natasha is the one being here to stop you from falling.

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You haven’t been a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent for long, barely more than three years. It may seem long for some people but, in that kind of job, it is not. Although your training ended up a long time ago, your teammates are still calling you a Rookie because even after years of duty, you still have a lot of things to learn, some the hard way.

You guess this nickname will stick with you until a new recruit joins the agency. It has been three years that no one passed the entrance exam so you are still seen as the newest addition which pisses you off sometimes. It is frustrating to not be taking seriously just because you are a bit less experienced than your teammates, some of them only been on the agency for one more year than you but are acting cocky with it.

However, despite your teammates’ attitude, you are convinced you are right where you are supposed to be : even if some days are rough, you love this job. Honestly, you never planned to join the agency but now you are here, you don’t want to leave.

You have always dreamed about becoming a police officer, not some kind of governmental spy. You ended up here thanks to a bit of fate and, mostly, thanks to the help of one of your professors. At the police academy, you were doing great, you were among the best of your promotion, that is why Mr. Andrews suggested you to take the entrance exam for the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy. Before that day, you had never heard about the agency, but you still decided to give it a try, it was the least you could do to thanks him for everything he did.

Surprisingly, you succeed the exam and earned a place at the academy, alongside with two of your classmates. You weren’t sure it was what you wanted to do, but it was probably your only chance to give it a try so you went to the academy, thinking you could always leave if it doesn’t suit you. Yet, it has been the best decision you made.

Surely, you doubted it sometimes, thinking about quitting because the training was so hard, both physically and mentally, that you thought you couldn’t take it anymore. But you stayed, not being alone helped you a lot so, even if you doubted a lot your decision, you never regretted it.

Until today.

One day was enough to change everything. The first rule in the job is that you know nothing. Every mission is different, every mission could go wrong at any moment, it is impossible to be prepared to what it could bring to you. After three years of duty, you tend to forget about that rule. Up to now, everything went smooth, except for a few injuries you got, you were lucky.

It was supposed to be a routine mission, not much different than the previous ones. Your team was supposed to take back some important documents, so you needed to infiltrate the hotel the guys who stole it were staying.

“I get it”, you whisper in the communication device.

But when you are about to leave the room, you hear the voices of two persons. You don’t have much time, so you decide to quickly hide under the bed, you wish there was a better place but all you can do is waiting here, praying they won’t notice your presence. However, it seems fate is not on your side tonight.

After maybe ten minutes of waiting that felt like an eternity, you eventually feel someone pulling you from under the bed by grabbing your legs. You may be a qualified agent, but they are way more experienced than you are. You were listening to their conversation but yet, you couldn’t have guessed they knew you were here the whole time. Racing heart and irregular breath are the signs of panic, but you can’t let those take the control of your body, fear is a synonym to death. Take a deep breath, think and attack before they can.

It is quite easy to escape the man’s grasp because he wasn’t expecting you to be so fast. But the man wasn’t the problem, it was the woman with him. She was aiming that gun at you while you were fighting with her mate, not shooting yet because she could’ve killed him instead, but as soon as you stand up, she doesn’t hesitate anymore.

It was a reflex.

She missed the first bullet because of the circumstances, because she couldn’t clearly target you so the bullet passed closed enough. Except she doesn’t look like someone that misses an easy shot and you don’t look like someone who wants to die so you shoot first.

It was a reflex.

It is the first you kill someone on duty. Three years of duty during whose you ensured that you wouldn’t kill anyone. You get them out of the way, you hurt them, sometimes you knock them out like you just did with that guy but you never took a life. But tonight you did, for the first time. Tonight, you didn’t aim for that woman’s leg but for her chest, right where her heart is, she died almost on the spot. It feels awful.

On the way back to the base, you are silent. Your teammates don’t even notice how quiet you are tonight. The two sitting on the front of the car are talking, the last one is humming some music. The mood is light because the mission was a success: you did bring back those documents. So why aren’t you joyful? You don’t know, but tonight you don’t feel like joking, laughing and jumping around as you usually would.

Tonight, you won’t celebrate with your mates because there is nothing to celebrate. A woman died. It doesn’t matter which side she was on or if she was aiming that gun at your head because you shoot and it makes you no better than the people you despise. When you joined the Academy, it was to save civilians, to make something good about your life, you wanted to feel useful and make a difference. So from the moment you became an agent, you avoid killing people. A part of you knew that, one day, wouldn’t let you choose but you didn’t think much about it; if after three years you didn’t kill anyone, it’ll may stay that way until you end your career.

Oh, how naive you were.

Maybe you are too gentle for that world. Your mates kill people and you never saw them hesitating, so what’s wrong with you? Can’t your mind just shut up? It is not that a big deal, is it? It is supposed to be your job, you did what you had to, right? So why does it still feel wrong?

You are a person that easily slip on other people’s shoes. Those people called villains are nothing more than people that got lost at a moment in their lives, people that were failed by the system or made a wrong choice, does it mean they deserve to die? Some of them, maybe, but definitely not that woman. She was barely older than you are, she had a whole life to live but she will never get you because of you, because you decided she didn’t deserve to live.

It is something your superiors often blame you for: your inability to shot when it is needed. It is not because it led to failed mission, but because it caused you a lot of injuries that could have been avoid. They never understood why you were so reluctant to do so, sometimes they are angry, sometimes just disappointed. But tonight you eventually did exactly what they are expecting from you. That’s what you are repeating to yourself but it doesn’t make you feel any better, if you hate the idea of disappointing Agent Romanoff, your superior, you probably hate your actual situation even more.

This moment is playing again and again on your mind, making you oblivious of your surrounding. The sound of her body falling is covering your mates’ voices. The way her chest raised one last time before she stopped moving, the way her eyes were wide open and the blood. Everywhere. On the ground, on her suit, on your hands. A bit of your own, but mostly of her, who knew a body contains so much blood? Not you.

When you are finally back at the compound, the redhead is here. Even if you are not a trainee anymore, you are still a rookie until they decide otherwise and she will probably be your mentor for a few more years. And being your mentor means that wherever you are, she is. Today was your first mission alone. Well, you weren’t really alone, you had your usual team by your side but she wasn’t here. At first, she didn’t want to let you go, wherever she is, you are, but she let herself be convinced. This mission couldn’t wait more, neither could the emergency call she got.

The mission was easier than some you did by the past, she knows you are capable but still, she can’t get over that strange feeling, being scared for you security. She knows she can trust you but can she really trusts your mates? She is stressing over the fact that, for the first time, she isn’t here to protect you.

She is now regretting her choice, it was irresponsible from her to agree to such a demand. She has no idea what exactly happened during the mission but she heard that things didn’t go as smoothly as they were supposed too. She is pacing back and forth on the garage, waiting for your team to come back. She tried to get more information from Fury, but he doesn’t know much more than what he already told her.

A few hours later, the team is eventually back. When her eyes catch you, she is relieved: you seem fine. Her relief only lasts a moment as she quickly notices something is off with your attitude. You ignored her, didn’t even looked for her as you would usually do.

“What happened?” she asks to one of the agents that was on the mission. She grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her, she is taking the whole situation seriously.

“She fired”, he replies, shrugging.

The man doesn’t really understand why it is such a big deal to you, after three years, you should be used to that kind of things happening in a mission. However, Natasha immediately understood.

She rushes to find you but it is already too late. She can’t find you on the locker room, neither she can on your dorm or on the common areas. It is on the shared bathroom that she eventually finds you. She can’t help but being worried. She was really young when she killed for the first time, but she still remembers how it feels, years don’t take away the guilt and the disgust. The difference is that she never got a chance to think too much about it, she was raised to kill, it felt almost normal after a while, she got used to that feeling You, however, are not of that kind. It doesn’t matter how skilled you are: you are not a murder.

“What are you doing?” she asks, frowning when she saw you here.

Scrubbing. That is what you are doing and the only thing left in your mind, you are just obsessed with the idea of cleaning your hands. So you are scrubbing. You are scrubbing until the water turns clear but it doesn’t, it stays red and bloody. It seems there is always more blood on your hands.

You are so focused that you didn’t even hear the woman coming in. Your ears are ringing and your vision is blurry because of the tears in your eyes, the only thing you can see clearly is the blood, all this red. You are using a nail brush in hope it would help you get it of the dirt? but it doesn’t. It just hurts.

A pain that you ignore.

A pain that you feel like you deserved it, like it is the only way to get those memories out of your mind, even if it is just for a moment, you are glad to be able to focus on something.

However, Natasha is not. As soon as she realizes what you are doing, she steps in. She turns the water off, wrapping her hands around yours to make you stop, as her attempts to talk to you failed. She slowly takes the soap and the brush from your hands, putting it on the sink.

For a few minutes, you remain silent. You don’t even dare to look at her in the eyes, how could you? The guilt and the shame make you avoid her gaze, a part of you being scared about what she could say or think. Maybe she sees you exactly as you do right now: pathetic and horrible.

“Let’s clean those wounds”, she eventually says in a quiet voice that surprises you because you thought she would be angry and yell at you. Or maybe it is what you wished she would do. It is easier to hate yourself when people do too.

But she doesn’t.

On the contrary, she is sweet and caring, an attitude that is rarely hers, Agent Romanoff not being someone showing that she cares the usual way. She is usually demanding with the people she cares for but she understands that tonight you don’t need that. Right now, what you need is someone by your side, someone to guide you through that situation.

So she makes you sit on a stool. You don’t protest, there is something good in not having to think about what to do next. She comes back with a few seconds later with medical kit. She sits in front of you and, in silence, she starts to take care of your hands. You scrubbed them for so long and with so much pressure that the blood at the end wasn’t the woman’s anymore. It was yours because the brush scratched your hands.

“Here we are”, she says once she is done. She cleaned your wounds with alcohol and then applied bandages on your hands. She seems to want to add something, but she hesitates. “Do you want to talk about it?” she eventually asks.

You shake your head, no. You don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to hear about it, you don’t even want to think about what happened today. If it was possible, you would like to erase this day from your mind or turn back in time so you can change the outcome, but you can’t.

Natasha sighs but she doesn’t push, she knows it is not the solution. Instead, she guides you to her quarters.

“It is not my room”, you remark when you get here. It is a one person room, one of the privileges of being a superior.

“No, it’s not”, she acknowledges, “but I am not leaving your side.”

“You don’t need to do that, I am gonna be fine”, but she doesn’t let you go. As you try to leave the room, she firmly hold you by the arm. You staying here wasn’t a question, not even an invitation, it was more of an order.

“No, you are not. And after what happened I don’t trust you, at least not tonight”, she tells you and she is not joking at all. She has that serious expression and you know she won’t take no as an answer. You want to be alone, but deep down you are relieved you won’t spend the night alone.

She helps you take off your suit. She then helps you to put on some of her clothes, a short and a t-shirt, so you are ready to go to sleep. It is already late, midnight was long gone. She guides you to the bed, it is a bit small but it is just for one night and you don’t seem to protest, you just let her guide you, your mind being far away.

The two of you are leaning in the bed in silence. Her chest pressing against your back, her head near to yours. She is holding you firmly, as if she was scared you could run away. You stay in that position for a moment before your voice breaks the silence.

“I- I don’t even know her name, I barely saw her face and-” you eventually say, feeling the need to let a bit of what is in your mind out. You are exhausted, but you can’t even close your eyes to try to sleep, those memories and thoughts keeping you wide awake.

“it’s okay”, she whispers in your ear. She is not sleeping either, too worried about you for that. She already knows that she is going to stay awake the whole night to keep an eye on the woman she is holding in her arms.

“No!” you yell. You can’t stand how calm she is. “No it’s not, how could it be okay? I killed her. I killed a woman and I don’t even know who she was.”

“It happens, sometimes, you have no choice”, she continues to talk in a quiet voice, soothing you by stroking your hair. She knows nothing she could say right now would make it easier. You need time and support, all she can do is being here and let you know she is.

“I do, I should’ve aimed for her limb or…”, you start, but you can’t even finish your sentence. You feel your throat tighten, your voice broke on the last few words.

“You did exactly what you had to. You did exactly what you had to stay alive. I know it is hard but you will get through it, okay? And I am gonna be here, with you, the whole time”, she whispers again in your ear, her voice calming a bit the storm in you.

This is how you eventually fell asleep. In the comfort of the arms of that woman, with a feeling of security. The way her hand is brushing your hair calming your mind until Morpheus accepts you in his realm. The words she is whispering in your ears are helping to ease the guilt and the hate. However, Natasha won’t sleep. She is going to stay awake the whole night just so she can be here if you wake up needing her, no matter what time of the night it is, she wants to make sure you are not alone because it is the worst in situations like this.

#marvel fanfiction #mcu women #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #reader insert #angst and comfort

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maraudersmyloves · 7 months

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pairing: Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: my Bad english

Word count: ca. 1k

Disclaimer 1: This is sort of the first part but I'm planning to make the others longer

Disclaimer 2: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

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As you walk into the fight zone and take in all the different teams you realize your group is the last. It makes you a bit nervous, you feel your foot slip slightly as a result having Audrey and Ling erupt in laughter and Kirsten trying to keep her smile at bay.

As you calm your nerves and take in the room again you notice the high tension radiating off the dance crews in the room.

Lady Bounce: they’re sitting in relaxed positions but their faces don’t match, they look like they used to be seething and are now deliberating if they should glare or laugh at the others.

Deep N Dap: They seem a bit down and keep glaring at 1 MILLION as if they killed their puppy.

TSUBA KILL: The only Japanese group. Your smile grows a bit, they seem to be the only ones having fun, laughing and smiling amongst each other.

MANNEQUEEN: They look convinced they are going to win. Wrong. Your walk falters a bit at how fancy they look, are you underdressed? You look down at your outfit, wearing a pleated, jean miniskirt, a matching jean top, white high boots, and chunky sunglasses. You look good, maybe you should’ve made yourself look better.

WolfLo: They seem pissed off, the girl with short green hair looks like she wants to kill someone. You guys should stay out of their lane, seeing as they all look rather scary.

1 MILLION: They seem a bit intimidating as the leader keeps glaring at Deep N Dap, but a girl in the back is smiling nicely at you. You smile back and bow a bit. Audrey is giggling next to you.

BEBE: What?? Bebe? Shit. The Bada is literally right next to where your group is supposed to be. You weren’t there when all the members were introduced, due to an emergency, and apparently, your crew members failed to mention that your celebrity crush is going to watch you dance. This is just great.

Audrey walks into you making you realize you stopped walking, as she follows your line of sight she starts laughing a bit too loud, snapping you out of your stare. You yelp causing the other members to laugh even harder as you grumble at them to keep walking.

Mina and some others are calling you and Audrey cute. You don’t mind as long as they don’t underestimate you.

You hear Bada say “Wait, they’re so pretty.” and your face actually heats up. God, you need to get your act together. You know she probably meant the whole group, but you are a part of the group. So… Bada wants to marry you. Obviously.

Audrey pokes your cheek, making you huff and grumble a bit but you're still smiling.

Kirsten leads you guys into the center to wait for your evaluation. When it starts playing you all freak out a little at seeing yourself on the screen. After the group dance, the solos are shown. Yours is just a silly little choreography of OMG by New Jeans. Nothing special, but you’ve always really liked it, having had a lot of fun doing it.

Minah pops up first “In the Royal Family, Kirsten is usually their number two,” your mood immediately sours, but you know Kirsten doesn’t take this kind of thing to heart so you’re going to try not to either.

“Audrey and Y/N, they obviously lack experience. They’re like amateur dancers,” these insults are starting to get to you but you’re trying to keep a straight face. It doesn’t seem to be working very well. The first to notice is Bada. As she was watching you anyway, she immediately noticed the mood change.

“I think little Y/N is starting to get angry.” Lusher turns to look at you and gasps slightly at your barely convincing fake smile. Tatter is seemingly the only one wondering why Bada was looking at the dancer in the first place, as the others giggle at how pouty she looks.

On the screen, they keep calling Audrey untalented and a baby making your blood boil. You take her hand and squeeze it once to pressure her. She squeezes back twice.

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Bada has been fixated on your and Audrey's linked hands. She doesn’t know why exactly, but every time she tries to focus on the screen her eyes creep back. Feeling a sudden need to know if you are still holding hands. You are.

Tatter pokes Bada’s cheek making her snap her eyes up at her, “Hmm?” Tatter has a mischievous smirk on her lips that Bada doesn’t like at all. She wiggles her eyebrows, “you interested in her?”

Is it a bad sign that Bada immediately knew who was being talked about? Maybe. Is she going to deny it? Absolutely. “Who,” she asks letting her eyes skeem over everyone in the room for effect. Tatter just laughs, the others joining in seemingly having heard everything. Lusher and Minah are cooing at their leader, teasing her. Bada acts like she has no idea what they are talking about.

Meanwhile, you’re biting your tongue so hard you’re scared you’ll draw blood, trying not to say anything about the rude comments. When the video ends all the other members laugh it off while you stand still, glaring at the screen and taking deep breaths.

Redy gasps. “Look at Y/N! She seems pissed off,” Lia Kim turns to look and scoffs “All bark no bite.” Redy nods, still a bit unsure.

Audrey notices your sour mood and squeezes your hand making you relax. When you turn to look at her you accidentally meet Bada’s eye. Was she staring? You smile in what's supposed to be polite but looks more like you just won the lottery.

When Bada sees your smile she can’t help the tug at her heart seeing how happy you look because of her. Not Audrey. Her.

No.

She isn’t jealous, this needs to end now. She bites down the smile she didn’t realize was placed brightly on her features and turns away, distracting herself by listening into her crew's conversation about 1 MILLION and DEEP N DAP.

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#bada lee #bada lee x reader #fanfic #dancer x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #texting

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footballfanficwriter · 1 month

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International Friendly, not so Friendly

Summary:where Kylian is pissed about the game against Germany

"Maman?"

"Oui?"

"Where is papa?"

"Getting ready for his match love, that's why we need to get ready and head to the Stadium to watch him play"

Today is the first International break of the year that means Kylian is gonna be back to Captaining the team again

"I can't find my shoe Maman"

"Here it is Babe"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome"

"Ok let's go"

Claire and I make our way out of the house and to the Garage where the car is parked

I buckle her up in her seat and we start making our way to the Stadium

When we arrive it's noisy, the sound of French people dominates the stadium, cheering and chanting the player's names as they do their warm ups

As we arrive I spot Kylian and he only notices us after 10 minutes and sends us a wave and a kiss

Claire gigles and kicks her legs that barley touch the ground in her seat as she watches her father do what he loves

Kylian occasionally sends waves our way and the only thing they are doing is making claire more excited

The game starts a small Volkswagen car comes onto the pitch and Kai Haverts picks it up

The refs blows the whistle and Kai kicks the ball to Tony Kroos who send it to Florian Wirtz who shoots the ball and sends it hitting the back of the net

The German players Celebrate the goal

And the once dominating sound of the French has now stopped the only cheers coming from the German Supporters that only take up a small portion of the Stadium compared to the French that take up most of it

I watch Kylian's reaction and he doesn't look pleased to say the least, turning my head and looking next to me I see the once excited and giddy girl with her mouth open and eyes big, just like her father's in that very moment

"Maman what happened?"

"They scored ma cheri"

"Merde" she says

I turn with my head and looks at her with a shocked expression

"Claire who taught you that word?

"Uncle Ethan"

"I'm gonna kill him"

The game goes on and by the time it's full time Germany have won

Again the Sound of the French has now died down

Partly because some had already left in the 65th Minute when they saw how the game was going to end

The score is 0-2 and understandably all the French players want to get off the pitch as soon as possible

"Maman"

"Oui?"

"Can we go get Papa and go home now"

"Yeah let's go"

We make our way down and wait for Kylian to take his shower

After 30 minutes he comes out and gives Claire and I Hugs

"Ca va Papa?"

"Oui ca va ma cheri, je très bien" he says putting a fake smile on his face

We make our way to the car in silence, Kylian buckles Claire up and I go to the driver's seat and start the engine

The whole car ride home is silent, the tension is thick as hell, I don't want to say anything so I'll just keep quiet and focus on the road

When we get home Kylian gets out of the car, unbuckled Claire and they make their way into the house while I get that bags we went with

I enter the house and walk to Claire's room to leave her bag in her room and as I'm about to walk in i hear Claire and Kylian talking

"Why are you upset Papa?"

"We lost Claire" he says taking out some pajamas from her wardrobe

"But we'll get them next Time right?'

"Mhm, c'mon arms up so we can get you into this shirt"

Claire lifts her arms up and Kylian helps her get into her Pajamas

"Papa?"

"Oui?"

"Did you get hurt?"

"No, my love, I just need to get some ice on my foot it will be fine, c'mon teeth"

They walk to Claire's bathroom and she brushes her teeth

"Whach abut unchle TchTch, ish he gonna be fun?"

"What?"

Claire spits her toothpaste out and says

"I said what about uncle Tchou-Tchou is he gonna be fine?, he looked really hurt during the game"

"I don't know, but I hope he is, we need him for Tuesday's game"

"Yeah"

"Ok Bug, bedtime now, c'mon"

Kylian Carries Claire to her bed and tucks her in

"Bonne nuit papa"

"Bonne nuit ma cherie"

"Je'taime"

"Je t'aime aussi"

He closes her door and finds me standing in the passage

I don't say anything to him but I come in for a hug and he lays his head on my shoulder and sights

"Merde" he says

I slightly chuckle a bit and he looks at me and asks what

"Your daughter said the exact same thing when I told her they scored"

"Where did she learn that from?"

"Ton Fére" ( your Brother)

He laughs and we walk to our room and get ready for bed

The next day I'm woken up with my Daughter barging into the room and her hair all over the place

"Claire, tu veux quoi"( what do you want)

"Je veut mon pere"( I want my father)

"Kylian, C'est ta Fille, Elle veut toi" I say (you Daughter wants you)

He wakes up and looks at Claire who's stood at the end of the bed

"Hello Bug, what can I help you with?"

"I made something for you" she says using her shy voice

"Ok let's see it"

She hands Kylian the card she made him filled with a whole lot of glitter

She drew a picture of Kylian kicking a ball and scoring a goal

"I saw how upset you were yesterday so I made you a card to show you that next time you can do it pasque t'es mon pére"(because you're my dad)

Kylian smiles, gives her a hug and kiss on her forehead

"Where did you find the time to make this love?" I ask

"I stayed up all night"

"What Claire?"

"C'mon"

We walk into Claire's room and see papers and glitter everywhere

"Merde alors" I say ( Holy sh*t)

"Mon deiu" Kylian says ( My God)

"Claire, how did this room get like this?"

"I was making Papa's card and I thought if I'm making a card for Papa then Maman will feel left out and she'll feel bad and think I don't love her and don't want you to...

"Breath Honey" I tell her because she was rambling without taking breaths

She takes a deep breath and continues talking

"I don't want you to feel bad or think that I don't love you so I made you a card aswell, here" she says

She walks to one of her drawers and pulls out a blue card

"I made it in your favorite color so you'll like it more"

I take the card and look at the picture that Is drawn

It's a picture of me and Claire

"Aww, amore merci, c'est tres beau" ( love thank you, it's so beautiful)

"De rein Maman" ( you're welcome Mom)

"Now we need to get you to sleep because you're gonna be cranky the whole day if not"

I help her out of her pajamas since they have glitter glue on them and need to be washed, I then give her one of my shirts to wear and the stupid child starts imitating me, making Kylian laugh as he watches Claire being funny

I chuckle and say "Go sleep in my room Claire"

"Ok, j'taime Maman"

"Je t'aime aussi ma cherie"

She walks to my room and climbs on the bed

"Get the brooms" I tell Kylian

"What why me?"

"It's your fault she did this in the first place"

While we're cleaning the room Kylian speaks up

"You know we're actually lucky to have her as our Daughter"

"Yeah we are, she really is an Angel "

"Well most of the time"

"We've birthed a Comedian"

"That's definitely true, can you imagine how she's gonna be when she's older?"

"Oh God please, don't say that, I can already see it"

He laughs and gets back to sweeping the Glitter the floor

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livingddeadgirlrl · 6 months

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part 2 of shiu & toji smut

we just going straight into it

you held onto shiu’s wrist as it gripped your throat, a series of strained moans escaping your lips. you couldn’t take it anymore. it snapped. your cunt gushed on toji’s fingers, your back arched, thighs shaking. you tried catching your breath, but toji picked you up in an instant, not letting you come down. he pushed you onto the table, your tits pressed into the cold material, and your dripping cunt on display for the both of them. “don’t worry, we’re just getting started…” toji growled out.

in an instant, toji ripped your panties down, now drenched. he tossed them to the side of the room, and began unbuckling his belt. you could hear the tinkling of the metal as he undid it. shiu followed, doing the same. you looked up at him, and he looked as though a bright idea had just popped into his mind. you could hear the rustling of the fabric of both their pants, sliding down their muscular legs, huge bulges now exposed. their shirts being unbuttoned, revealing their thick muscles that were now tensed up. shiu climbed up onto the desk, resting on his knees. toji slid his boxers down, ramming into your sopping cunt with absolutely no warning. your body was jerked forward, and you screamed out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “fuck!!” your fingers gripped onto the edge of the desk, hoping for some sort of comfort. toji immediately quickened his pace, balls slapping your ass, his unprotected cock ramming so deep into your cunt, already hitting that spot that made you see stars. “jesus, slutty cunts so fucking tight still..” toji muttered. shiu’s cold and slender fingers pulled your chin up to look at him, tears now threatening to spill from your eyes. he slid his briefs down, his cock springing up, now free from its prison. the tip of his dick was already dribbling precum, swollen and red. he pried your already agape lips open more, and inched forward, easing his cock into your soft mouth. toji slowed his pace, his hips moving languidly. you swirl your tongue around the tip of shiu’s cock, forcing a soft groan out of him as he looks down at you. “such a good slut…” he murmured. you took in more of his length in your mouth, at least as much as you could fit. he began to move his hips, weaving his fingers into your hair to bob your head back and forth at his own desired pace. he pushed his cock deeper down your throat, all the way to the hilt, resulting in a gag from you, sending vibrations down the length of his dick. he looked at you, tears now spilling out of your eyes, ruining your eyeliner that now stained your cheeks in splotchy black streaks. he let out another strained moan, pulling his cock out for a split second to allow you to catch your breath. shiu was always more caring, even when he was punishing you. he would sense your tension, and allow you to catch your breath when you were giving him blowjobs or slow his rough pace when your fingers dug a little too deep into his back when he was on top of you. toji, on the other hand, didn’t give a fuck. you could be screaming at the top of your lungs, begging for him to slow down, just for a second, and he would instantly quicken his pace even more. shiu was more like a lover, and toji just loved using you as his little fuckdoll. you didn’t mind, though, for their actions balanced each other out.

shiu slowly eased his length back into your mouth, your lips now swollen. he wrapped his fingers in your hair again, reverting back to his previous pace. “you have such a pretty mouth..” he whispered. toji, still slowly thrusting into you, was beginning to get pissed off at how shiu was treating you with such care. this was supposed to be a punishment, not some passionate love session. he gripped your hips with his rough hands, and immediately began slamming his thick cock into you once again, rougher this time. his grip on your hips was so tight and his cock was so big, you moaned onto shiu’s dick again. this only caused shiu to get more excited, though, quickening the pace of his own hips as he thrusted into your warm mouth. toji’s right hand began to slide up your torso, making its way to your tits. he gripped them tightly, while still gripping your hip with his left. the sound of his skin slapping my ass was so loud, that if anyone had entered the thirteenth floor, you would be able to hear it all the way from the lobby. you licked up and down shiu’s length, taking it all in once again, and bobbing your head back and forth at a faster pace now. you looked up at shiu, his eyes now shut tightly as he mumbled curses under his breath. he placed his hand onto the back of your head, pressing it as you continued your fast movements. you continued to watch him, as he seemed to be nearing his peak. toji pressed his hips even further, pushing his cock even farther than you ever thought it could reach. his right hand skimmed your torso, now on your lower stomach, pressing down. he could feel his own cock bulging in your stomach. “fuck… that’s so hot..” he mumbled in your ear. his pace never slowed, and he pressed down on your lower stomach again, making you moan loudly on shiu’s dick. the vibrations sent shiu over his limit, hot cum spilling into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. he pulled his cock out of your mouth, making a ‘pop’ noise as it exited your swollen lips. you placed a few kitten licks on his tip once more, little drops of cum dripping onto your lips. he got off of the table, and sat back down in his chair, now simply watching toji fuck you rougly. toji ripped you off of the table, pulling you into him, your back now pressed into his bare chest. you thought his dick couldn’t reach any further, but this position allowed him to angle himself even deeper into your dripping cunt. he placed both of his large hands back onto your hips, slamming himself into you at a violent pace. you threw your head back into his chest, moaning loudly. shiu watched in awe. he could now see the outline of toji’s dick in your lower abdomen, causing the blood to rush to his cock once again.

#jjk shiu #jjk smut #toji smut

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What Is True Love

Tsu'tey x Reader, Miles Quaritch x Reader

Summary: You hated your father for forcing you into the Avatar Program, you resented him so much you didn't see anything but the hatred for him. Blindsided by hating him, you didn't realize he'd find other ways to control you. However, it led you to the best part of your life, regardless of all the bumps it took to live a long happy life.

This will be eventually Tsu'tey x Reader. Bare with the fact that you have to get through Quaritch first. It'll be worth it I promise, or at least I hope.

Quotes with * are that person speaking in Na'vi.

For the most part, this follows the events of the first Avatar movies. Fingers crossed I remember, for the most part, what happens. Also, this was originally posted as a four-parter so she's long.

Warnings - explicit language, implied sexual content, sexual content, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, canon violence, abusive relationship, unhealthy relationship, implied/referenced child abuse, mating, fluff and smut, manipulative relationship, emotional hurt

It was almost the six year anniversary of when your father told you that you were going into cryosleep and heading over to him in Pandora. You didn’t really know why; it wasn’t till you got there that your father showed you your avatar body. He was forcing you into the program, he was forcing Grace to teach you Na’vi and the way of the people. He knew that he had a different type of control over you, one that would ensure he could get what he wanted. You would do as you were told; Parker was your father; you would follow your father’s orders.

The only problem now was he pissed you off, you didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to harm creatures that weren’t causing any harm. You knew what your father was after, you knew he had a monopoly here and he was a greedy son of a bitch. You knew that, but he hurt you, he was forcing you into things you didn’t want to do. He was going to make you link in all the time just to ensure that you could do whatever he needed.

You did have your mother here, she was a head scientist, she loved you but she was always busy. You would talk with her from time to time, she came up here once you turned twenty and from then until you arrived on Pandora, you didn’t have either of your support systems. You were happy to have her back and be able to see her and talk to her, you missed her. She would try to keep your father in line and give you some slack but your father was a full businessman while up here.

Grace hated you more than you hated your father, she didn’t like that you just weaselled your way in here and she had to teach someone so unwilling. She understood that you didn’t want this and that you were forced into this job, she knew that your father funded her research. Didn’t stop her from being mean to you, or being very unhelpful to you.

You found yourself hanging with the military men rather than the science geeks, they felt more homely to you. You felt like you could be yourself with them, you were able to work out and blow off steam with them. You preferred to be as far away from your father as possible, you didn’t want to hear him or see him you hated him that much.

You found yourself growing a bond with Colonel Miles Quaritch, at first was just someone to talk to, he filled in that fatherly role for you. Regardless of you being in your twenties, you needed your parents with you, you needed that type of support. It didn’t take long for you and Quaritch to become very close and not long after that you started a sexual relationship.

You loved this man so much, he treated you so well, and he made you feel loved and accepted. Everything that your father wouldn’t even think of, you finally felt okay with being here and finally you showed interest in what Grace was forced to teach you. You could tell waking up felt better, running around in your avatar body felt better, and you were generally happier now that you were with Quaritch. Your mother was catching on slightly that you were with this man often and she didn’t like it, she didn’t like him. God, you wished you listened to her.

It wasn’t long after Grace’s school was shot up and she got pushed out of the Na’vi family that these new guys were coming. They were supposed new avatar drivers, you weren’t ready to meet new drivers, not when you barely knew what you were doing. You found comfort in your current boyfriend, not that you ever put a label on it, but you let yourself believe that.

You were lying next to him after a particularly fast and rough night of sex, you were drawing patterns on his chest with your middle finger.

“He is apparently ex-marines.”

“So I’ve heard,” Miles states pulling you closer to him.

“You’ll get a new bromance.”

“Stop saying that me and Wainfleet have a bromance.”

“I’m just saying you guys are close friends. It’s great.”

“Remind me to choke you harder next time.”

You laughed, “I’ll get right on that.”

It wasn’t long after that, that you both fell asleep, you loved this man more than anything and there was nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

Months later, these new drivers showed up, Jake Sully and Norm Spellman. They seemed like decent guys, one seemed to know his stuff and the other seemed generally clueless. He reminded you of yourself, so out of his element, he clearly didn’t belong here. You stood shyly around a corner watching as Grace introduced herself to them, you didn’t hear her calling out your name as you watched Jake. Grace was chewing him out for not being his brother, which you felt was a little harsh.

You then noticed a tall man in front of you, it was Norm, he held his hand out to shake yours. He said I see you in Na’vi and you just smiled at him, you knew what he said and you knew how to respond, thanks to Grace, but you didn’t. Truth be told, Norm slightly intimidated you, he was a smart guy, it was only now you missed the military boys.

“You’re a driver as well?”

You nodded.

“You must be (y/n) Selfridge then.”

You nodded again.

“You are very shy.”

Norm was giving you all these questions and you felt that overwhelming feeling, you thanked the heavens for Miles walking in. He grabbed your arm and pulled you off down the hall, you were so happy to be pulled out of that situation.

“What was that about?” Norm asked Grace.

“She hates being up here.”

“Why? She’s a driver is she not?”

“She is, she’s about as qualified as this numbskull,” Grace pointed to Jake.

“Then why doesn’t she want to be up here?”

“She hates linking in. She didn’t want to be a driver. Parker forced her to be one. I think it’s so he can have better control in the Avatar Program.”

“Who would get forced into a job like this?”

“When your father has a monopoly here, he wants as much control as possible.”

“Wait that’s Parker’s daughter?”

Grace nodded.

“I thought if anything maybe that military guy’s daughter.”

“No, I’m fairly certain Quaritch and her are fucking but I’m not entirely sure about that.”

“Wow, okay.”

“Teenage rebellion I’ll say.”

You didn’t see Jake and Norm again until they linked in for the first time here, you were outside with Grace in your Avatars. Jake came running out, he looked so happy, you had a feeling it had to be because he could run again. You imagine being in a wheelchair for so long has to suck, especially if you weren’t born with it, you’d miss using your legs. You laughed lightly as Norm came running out after him, Grace threw him some of the fruit growing nearby.

The next day you went out on an excursion with Grace and Norm, this was your first time out of the camp this whole time. You were excited to see the rest of Pandora, normally you were so shy and timid, but you liked being able to be free from the RDA’s confines back at base.

You were out scouting, you and Jake stuck close to each other, which wasn’t smart considering you were both newbies, but he had military experience. You felt more comfortable around him, and you knew he could keep you safe, however, you were both dumb when it came to Pandora. Running into native fauna only proved to have negative consequences because shortly after you and Jake were high-tailing it away from anything that moved.

You ended up losing sight of Norm and Grace, you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t trying to not have a panic attack. You felt safe with Grace in the outdoors, she knew her shit and she knew way more of the local language than you ever felt you would.

Now it was dark, you gave up hope on Grace finding the both of you, you didn’t know what to do now other than stick together and wait. Jake lit a makeshift torch and you both tried to fend off any wildlife that tried to attack.

When you were being attacked by small creatures, you tried your best to fight back, but you were weak, you knew that. You weren’t a military rat, you weren’t a science geek, you weren’t anything of value here. You watched the arrow fly past you and into the body of one of the creatures, you watched the woman come out of the trees and speak to the animal before killing it fully.

“Thank you,” Jake said to her.

“You do not thank. This is sad. Very sad.”

You were glad you were a quiet person; she was scaring you, she seemed so aggressive. She was going to leave and Jake reached out to her for help, she seemed so distant, like she wasn’t ready to bring him in but wanted to. She eventually told him to follow her and to bring you along, you were glad she didn’t just leave you here.

You followed her, you didn’t know where but anywhere was better than where you were. What you were discovering along the way was just exactly how gorgeous Pandora was, all the colours and all the flora, it was amazing. You found yourself in a constant state of childlike amazement as you walked along the paths. Just as you three stopped, these white little floating seeds bounced in the air, clinging to Jake’s skin. They were covering him, smothering him in a white glow, the woman looked absolutely in awe. Then they shifted from him to you, you stepped back a few times as they got closer, you didn’t want them to touch you. They made you a little nervous, you didn’t know what they were.

“It is a gift from Eywa,” she said.

Wait, Eywa, you’ve heard that before, that’s their God, and this is a good thing. You lifted your arms as they swarmed you, it made you giggle as they touched your skin and bounced around in your hair. The woman smiled almost as much as you were, she seemed to believe that this was a big sign, it had to be, this meant something, what it meant you were unsure.

You followed her along some more, you eventually made your way to what you had learned previously as Home Tree. You entered and the stares you got made you feel so self-conscious, you knew they hated the sky demons, but could they look a little more polite? You curled your arms into your chest, you hoped that you could just melt away to avoid their stares. You walked up to the chief and the tshaik, you had learned about them from Grace, these were important people. It only then clued into you that the woman escorting you two was Neytiri, their daughter, Grace was very fond of her.

Jake of course was being an idiot and not realizing how different things were here compared to Earth. You felt yourself cringing so many times as you watched him talk to the chief, you were only waiting till he put you on blast. As Jake continued to talk to him, you just happened to look over to the right a little to see a tall lanky man. It hit you like a ton of bricks how much you liked how he looked and once he started to rip on Jake you could tell how strong he is.

You were involved with someone else but his face, his fire didn’t leave your mind, he was plaguing it. You just met him; you haven’t even spoken to him yet you were already planning a perfect paradise wedding. That’s what you did with Miles, you couldn’t help it, you just loved love. As you watched Jake try to defend himself and you, you watched that man more. As you watched him more you then remembered him too, God bless Grace’s soul, she was helping you out so much. That man was Tsu’tey, he was to be the next olo’eyktan and he was promised to Neytiri. While that put the kibosh on your future with him and the wedding would have been perfect, oh well.

You got snapped out of your dreamland by a voice yelling at you.

“You, who are you?”

Here was your chance to show your skills, you did pick up a good amount of Na’vi from Grace. Again, bless her soul for helping you out.

“*I am (Y/N). I have not been out this far before. I want to learn the ways of the people.*”

They look surprised that you could speak Na’vi fairly well, or maybe it was the fact that you asked them to teach you. It was then determined that you and Jake would learn the ways, Neytiri was to teach Jake and Tsu’tey got assigned to teach you. He was scowling when he got told that he had to do that, he didn’t want to be around a verrtep or in English, a demon. He begrudgingly brought you to change your clothes and oh lord Jesus you hated this part, it was less than a bikini.

Tsu’tey had to help you with the top, you shuddered at the few times he touched your skin. You had to remind yourself that nudity to the Na’vi was extremely different than how humans perceived it. Then you went to eat with the community, you followed Neytiri and Jake and Tsu’tey to sit down and eat. Not long after that, you were led up to where you’d be sleeping for the night, which just happened to be across from Tsu’tey.

You woke up out of the link, you saw Grace leaning over Jake’s pod, you could only imagine what Jake experienced. You could see the smug smirk on Jake’s face, Grace also came over and talked to you.

“You with the people too.”

You nodded.

“Good lord. At least one of you has some basic decency.”

You held back a giggle, but you still had a smile plastered on your face.

You got out of your pod and went to eat; Grace was talking shit about you and Jake to the other scientists. It made you laugh how she described your encounters; she couldn’t believe why the Omaticaya people chose the both of you.

“It was Eywa. She chose us,” you piped up out of nowhere.

You often didn’t talk in the mess hall; it was just easier.

“Eywa chose you two idiots?”

“Apparently. Otherwise, I don’t think they’d let us stay.”

You finished your meal and went back to your bunk, on your way there you saw Miles, so you took a quick detour to visit him quickly. You went to his office; you saw him in there and opened the door ensuring to close it behind you. You also locked it and lowered the curtain on the door’s window, turning around you saw his smirk.

“To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“I just finished linking and I saw you. Thought I’d stop by.”

“You thought right.”

You walked up to him and he pushed his chair back allowing you to sit in his lap, your hands wrapped around his neck.

“So, how was linking?”

“Okay, we got ran off into the forest and now me and Jake’s bodies are at home tree. The Omaticaya people have taken us in to teach us their ways.”

“Wow, impressive. You’re like an international super spy.”

You giggled, “you wish.”

He leans in to kiss you, which you happily obliged to.

His hands grabbed your thighs, gripping and squeezing as he lifted you up to place you on the table. His hand searched your body pulling clothes off as quickly as he could, you were just ready to forget the day's problems. The best way to do that is underneath a muscular corporal getting your brains fucked out.

That night you fell asleep in your own bed and when you woke up you dreaded linking in, you just didn’t want to hear it from Tsu’tey about how much he hated you. You knew he was expected to teach you the ways and show you how to hunt and how to connect with nature. You weren’t looking forward to dealing with any of his nasty remarks, you knew he’d just be ripping on you.

However, you had to link in again, you had to wake up and face your fears, and you had to become one of the people. They were willing to help and they were counting on you, the RDA needed you too, and Miles wanted you to.

You woke up in Home Tree, you saw Tsu’tey looking down at you, he looked angry that you were just getting up.

“*Come, it is time for morning meal.*”

You got up and followed him down the stairs to see everyone else, Jake and Neytiri were already getting a leg up on their progress. You ate with everyone before you and Tsu’tey went out to tour the jungle, he brought along his bow just in case. You ran behind him as he jumped around from tree to tree and over rocks and logs, you did your best to keep up. You knew he was purposefully going fast and taking hard routes to get an idea of your stamina and your dexterity, you kept up but barely.

The next day, Tsu’tey took you out to attempt the bow training which went okay but you knew he was displeased. You knew he wanted you to do so much better, seeing him shoot was amazing like Robin Hood himself. You wanted to do better for him, you wanted him to be impressed by you, you wanted to make him proud. Why were you wanting to please him?

The following day, Tsu’tey took you out to try riding dire horses, you were excited to do something that seemed straightforward. This could be very similar to horseback riding on Earth, you didn’t feel as nervous about an activity like this. Maybe you could possibly show off a little bit, you wanted to make Tsu’tey shocked, you want him to be surprised that you were good at something.

You spent a lot of time linking in and you were almost starting to enjoy it as you and Tsu’tey got closer. He would help with your basic language skills and he taught you the wonderful world of Pandora and the beauty it holds. You and him were growing closer and closer, and you knew you were falling for him but you kept that to yourself, he was promised to Neytiri and you were in something. You would consider him a good friend at least that’s what you told yourself and others, in your head and heart you knew if he wanted you, you wouldn’t deny him of that.

Today you were out with Tsu’tey and Neytiri, you and Jake were getting ikran. You were quite nervous, you didn’t enjoy dangling off a vine to then be on the edge of a cliff, you just hoped the ikran didn’t throw you off it's back. You watched Jake first, the way Neytiri cheered him on and the way Tsu’tey laughed at him. Jake was struggling and if he was then you were bound to really struggle through it, you just hoped Tsu’tey didn’t laugh at you.

You heard their cheering as Jake made tsaheylu, you were smiling, Jake looked so shocked and happy. Now it was your turn, Neytiri’s words ran through your head, this thing is going to try and kill me. You held the rope to tie the mouth, your heartbeat was in your throat, you looked at all the ikrans and just waited for one to lunge. A purple one came running at you, you moved out of the way before it hit you and you hopped up onto it's back. You didn’t even tie the mouth, you attached the tsaheylu and it calmed down, you looked up at Tsu’tey with a smile.

He smiled back at you, he looked proud and it made your smile bigger, he was proud of you for something brave you did. You found yourself happier and happier every day that passed, delinking after the high from flying around today felt so depressing. However, seeing Miles brought a smile back to your face, being with him always increased your mood. Slowly, you found yourself not loving his company as much as you did, you blamed that on your growing love for Tsu’tey.

You and Miles fucked again that night, it was good sex, but you felt less attached you knew that. It didn’t matter, you’d still do anything he asked. You laid next to Miles like you always did after the rough sex you and him had, and he started asking you questions.

“How was flying today?”

“Amazing?”

“What about Home Tree, do you think they’d leave.”

“I don’t think so. It’s their home and it’s been that way for a long time.”

He looked lost in thought, “what about this Na’vi that’s been teaching you?”

“What about him?”

“He is a warrior, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he good at it?”

“He is strong and can provide. But against us, with our firepower. Probably not.”

“You said there was a staircase in the centre, right?”

“Yeah. It goes all the way up.”

“What’s under it?”

“It’s solid. Like a pillar of wood and carved into that pillar are the stairs. The stairs end on the ground to this platform, a stage-like thing.”

Miles nodded.

You didn’t know at the time what this all meant but he was gathering information, correlating your story with Jake’s and just getting a better idea of what they were up against.

Throughout your linking in and learning the ways of the people and logging information for research, Miles was asking you certain things which you answered honestly. He would ask questions about the people and you knew what they wanted; they wanted the Na’vi to leave Home Tree. What you didn’t know was that Miles had talked to Jake and Miles was getting information from Jake. Jake is an ex-marine, he knew how to take orders and Miles liked that, he wanted what he wanted. You were just another pawn in his plan, he had you wrapped around his finger and he knew that.

After he fucked you, he could get whatever he needed, you’d tell him anything. He liked to ask you questions about where things were located and how they would fight back, not like you understood what he was getting out of it. You were in love, anything he said you’d believe it, all he had to do was ask and you’d bend over backwards. He had something he wanted you to ask or find out and you would do it and report back to him, not like you knew what you were doing. You didn’t want to believe that he’d hurt you or screw you over, you wouldn’t let yourself believe that.

The next day, you and Tsu’tey were doing more flying lessons and he was going to show you how to navigate the forest from up above. Also trying to show you how to be an effective warrior while on the back of an ikran, you were excited to spend a full day alone with Tsu’tey. Over the weeks he’s changed just as Neytiri did, with fewer insults and laughing in your face and more smiles and praises. You even swore you once heard him use a Na’vi pet name for you which only made your face heat up and your heart swell.

After a full day of riding, Tsu’tey had you land in the Halleluiah Mountains, you sat with your ikrans and chatted.

“*You have learned well. You are on your way to becoming one of the people*”

“*I cannot wait till I do. I am loving it here.*”

“*I can tell. You seem happier now than when I first met you.*”

“*I have made peace with my situation. You accepting me has helped.*”

“*What situation?*”

“*I am from the sky, as you know.*”

Tsu’tey nodded.

“*I didn’t want a false body. I didn’t want to come here. I was forced here and forced into this body.*”

“*Why do it then?*”

“*My father runs the show for the sky demons. I do not like him or what he is doing or what he wants. He told me to come here and then told me I was to do research in this body. I resented him for that, and I still do.*”

“*I see. Do most people your age hate their fathers?*”

“*No, generally they do not. I did not before I got here. I was glad to be with my mother again and not that I miss home, but he does make me angry. He is hurting people.*”

“*Did you not have anyone back from the sky?*”

“*Not really. Some friends.*”

“*No mate?*”

“*We do not have mates like there is here. I dated or courted some people but nothing stuck.*”

“*What about here? Do you have any mates in mind for the future when you become one of the people?*”

“*I am in something here. I don’t know how to say it. We call it in English,* situationship. *It means I am not with him but we are doing stuff. I have started to take a liking to someone here and I find myself not liking this other human as much.*”

Tsu’tey looked slightly lost, “*do you like this human and he does not like you back?*”

“*I think originally I did, but now I am starting to realize I like someone here more.*”

“*Who do you like here?*”

You looked up from your legs to meet his gaze again, your eyes looked soft and pleading. You didn’t want to say it, you knew he probably wouldn’t like the fact that you liked him, he was promised.

“*I cannot say.*”

“*Why not?*”

“*I think you know why.*”

“*I do not.*”

You sighed, “*you.*”

“*Me.*”

“*Yes, you. I know you’re promised to Neytiri, but I, I just like you more than I have ever liked anyone.*”

Tsu’tey leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, you looked at him with confusion on your face.

“*My duty to the people will always be first. I have liked you for a while now. I do wish to court you; your soul is pure and free. But I have a duty to my people first.*”

“*I understand. I figured as much. I want you to do whatever you need to.*”

“*Thank you for considering this.*”

“*I am always here if you need me.*”

The both of you ended the conversation after that, it was awkward afterwards but at least it was out. Going back to Home Tree afterwards felt like a weight off your shoulder, you finally said it and it was out. Even after delinking, you felt lighter, you almost just wanted to spend every second with him.

Shortly after that intimate talk with Tsu’tey, you and Jake became one of the people and you both couldn’t be happier. The party was amazing, with lots of food, dancing, drinking, singing, and celebration. You watched Jake and Neytiri run off, and you and Tsu’tey continued to talk. You could tell Jake and Neytiri were in love and deep down you knew Tsu’tey knew too.

The next morning linking in was crazy, so much was happening, and the entire tribe was up early and talking about something. They were talking so fast you couldn’t keep up to translate it, something bad happened that’s all you knew. You walked around trying to figure out what happened, you went to Tsu’tey to figure out what was going on.

“*Tsu’tey what is happening?*”

“*The sky demons attacked.*”

Your body ran cold, your eyes widened, and he looked hardened and pissed. You were ready to question what they did and what happened so you could find out more about it and question your father later. Just as you were about to question it, Jake and Neytiri ran in, they looked concerned and lost. Tsu’tey pushed you aside and walked over to Jake and Neytiri, he looked more pissed.

“You mated with this woman?”

The only thing running through your mind was what the fuck but then your mind contradicted itself with that meant he could mate with you. You hated yourself for thinking of that but you did and you just wanted things to be okay, you knew that something big happened and you needed to know what was up.

Then Grace dropped.

Uh oh.

Jake started to speak, “listen they sent me here to learn your ways so that one day I could bring you this message and you’d believe it.”

What the fuck.

You stormed over to Jake, “what the fuck, Jake. You were getting other orders?”

“Quaritch he- at first it was just orders and then I grew to love the place then I fell in love with Neytiri and-“

“What did Miles tell you? What the fuck did he ask you to do?”

“You expect me to believe that Quaritch didn’t give you orders. You guys are sleeping together.”

“He doesn’t use me like that.”

“You sure? He never asked you about the Na’vi people?”

“I mean he asked how I was doing with it.”

“Yeah and that never occurred to –“

Jake dropped in front of you, you knew who was next, you, you were going to go next. You turned around to look at Tsu’tey, tears fell down your cheeks.

“*I am sorry. I did not want this.*”

Your eyes rolled back as you fell to the floor, you woke up in the lab, ready to scream your head off. You sat up out of the link pod and stared at Miles as he looked back at you. You stood and stayed quiet as per usual, you just listened to all the noise around you. You were so out of it, you felt betrayed and that you were also the one to stick the knives into the Na’vi’s backs.

Jake was pleading to let them go back to get the Na’vi to leave, you didn’t think it would work but it did and now you had an hour to relink and get them out of there. You knew they wouldn’t, but it was worth a shot, you didn’t want anyone to die. You, Grace, and Jake relinked and tried to talk to the people, we had to get them to leave, that the sky people were coming.

They didn’t care.

They didn’t budge.

They were preparing for war.

They tied you, Grace, and Jake up, they labelled you as traitors, you saw the look on Neytiri’s face and on Tsu’tey’s face. They looked more hurt than anyone else, they had a special interest in you and Jake, and you felt horrible.

Then Home tree was hit.

The cries of pain made you more upset, you didn’t want anyone to get hurt, you just wanted this to be peaceful. Your willful blindness made it worse, you tried to pretend like nothing bad was happening but that only made it worse. You weren’t stupid, you knew what your father wanted you just hoped things would be different, turns out you can’t just wish things away. Things don’t just happen because you really want them to, you had to fight for it, your entire life you’ve been silent and stuck to the shadows.

You didn’t want to be quiet anymore, you didn’t want this anymore, fuck your father for this and fuck Miles for doing this to you. Tsu’tey was what you wanted, he showed you what real love was like, he treated you properly, and he made you happy. You watched as Mo’at walked up to you three with her knife out, you deserved this, you deserved to die for this.

“If you really are one of us, then help us.”

She cut you all free.

You all ran to help, you tried to anyways, but it didn’t matter the damage was done. Not long after the plug was pulled, you three woke up in the lab, you watched as Grace yelled and Jake punched Miles. All the Na’vi that died, women and children, you felt sick to your stomach. You didn’t move or speak; you were scared and honestly, you were probably dissociating hard. Now you, Grace, Jake, and Norm sat in jail and waited, you had no choice, you all wanted to get back to the Na’vi people and be a happy family again. Then Trudy walked in, she had a cart and she talked to the guard.

“Honestly, I don’t think these tree-hugging traitors deserve steak.”

You didn’t know what was happening.

“Steak, let me see that,” the guard replied.

Trudy pulled a gun; you cheered her on internally.

“Yeah, you know what this is.”

She knocked the guard out and ran over to unlock you four from the jail.

That was just the start of your jailbreak, you now ran off to get to a jet and grab a trailer with pods to escape into the mountains. As you were getting the jet ready and packing up stuff and getting people inside, Miles was shooting at you all. You got hit, in the leg, your upper thigh to be more exact and it was only then that you realized Grace was also hit but in the abdomen.

Fuck, that shit was fatal.

“This is gonna ruin my whole day,” Grace said.

“Grace is hit.”

“Grab the trauma kit,” Trudy yelled back.

As you helped Norm with treating Grace, he noticed your leg.

“Your leg, you were hit too.”

“Yeah, I know. It hurts like a bitch but I’m fine.”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“We can deal with it later; we have shit to handle currently.”

Norm let it go for now, you knew once you landed and dealt with Grace you were going to be on the front of his mind.

Landing was like a breath of fresh air; Trudy helped you bring Grace inside and bring supplies inside as well. Norm helped Jake link and you stayed with Grace for the time being, you were in pain but you had to be strong. Norm came back once Jake linked and ensured Grace was stable for the time being, she was currently resting.

“Okay, time for me to look at your leg.”

You groaned, “fine I’ll change into shorts.”

“Be careful.”

You came back to Norm and he cleaned the area and then started on getting the bullet out of your thigh. You weren’t necessarily helping; it was painful and you were screaming out from time to time. Norm had to hold your leg still and Judy held your body down with your arms, it hurt like hell.

In the meantime, Jake was getting a new ikran, he was going to be the legendary Torok Makto. He landed where all the Na’vi prayed, the people were scared once they saw the ikran, and they bowed for Jake. Tsu’tey, Neytiri and Mo’at looked at Jake and Jake asked for their help, their forgiveness and for them to fight against the RDA with him.

Then he brought up the news about Grace.

“My friend, Grace, she’s dying.”

He was told to bring her here and as he was leaving Tsu’tey went up to him.

“How is (y/n)? She is fine, yes?”

“She was hit too, but she will be okay. It’s just the leg.”

Tsu’tey looked relieved and Jake flew off to help Grace.

When Jake got back to the trailer, you were passed out, Norm had gotten the bullet fragments out and stitched you up. He grabbed Grace and took her back to the Na’vi people, he didn’t know what was going to happen but he knew Grace needed help.

Turns out she was too far gone, she was with Eywa now, nothing could be done, her wounds were too severe. It was hard to lose Grace, but she was with Eywa and Jake imagined that Grace was pretty happy to be with her in death. The next thing he had to do was get the clans together to fight and bring your body here.

Jake used his marine skills to get ready for battle, he planned and ran through attack plans, and he was going to get back at the RDA.

When you woke up you wanted to link in as well, Norm helped you up and helped you over to the pod. He set it up and you linked in, you woke up in the ashes of Home Tree and headed to where Norm told you to go. It was a distance but getting on an ikran helped, flying over top and landing among the people. You walked through the crowd to find Jake and then Tsu’tey, turns out finding one was like finding the other.

What really surprised you was Tsu’tey running over to you and hugging you, this man used to hate you and Jake and then started to warm up and then hated you two again and now he’s hugging you. You hugged back, almost a little hesitantly, you were shocked by this affection from him.

“*I heard you were hurt.*”

“*It was just my thigh. I am okay*”

“*I was worried.*”

“You were worried?*”

“Of course, I know I have grown to care for you. Now that I have no duty to the clan to mate with Neytiri I can finally have what I want. That is you.*”

You felt your face heat up, he wanted to court you and then mate with you.

“*We have a battle first then I am all yours.*”

“*I am eagerly awaiting.*”

Tsu’tey walked off to plan more for battle.

As time went on, more and more clans showed up, and your firepower was ramping up. You were getting ready to fight back, to hit them hard, you knew the second you saw Miles you’d want to run back to his arms. You had to remind yourself what he’s done to you and how he lied and used you, you wanted him to die.

Tsu’tey was good for you, he was nice to you, treated you properly, he didn’t have an ulterior motive behind every second with you. You were determined to remain strong, you couldn’t go back to Miles, not anymore, the son of a bitch shot you.

You had geared up for battle, you and Jake put on your tact vests and grabbed guns with extra ammo. You put on your war paint as per directions from Neytiri and went to your ikran, you were prepared to fly out for battle.

It was rough, with lots of bullets flying around and lots of arrows too, nowhere was safe both ground and sky covered with RDA soldiers. You were running around trying your best to avoid getting hurt, you flew on your ikran and fired at some of the soldiers below you. You tried to protect the fauna of Pandora along with your fellow brothers and sisters, there were just too many of them.

The number of jets in the sky and the firepower alone was too much, now they had armed men on the ground in the sky ready to kill with the weapons and knowledge to do so. Luckily, you were all strong warriors, you went into this head first ready to kill to fight and protect your home and your people. You rode alongside Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey for a while before you all split off according to Jake’s plan.

Jake gave you grenades to throw into propellers, blowing those up would take the plane out and more than likely, anyone in it. You went from jet to jet trying to take them out or kill the person piloting it, then you saw coming from behind Home Tree was the massive home base ship. It was huge, it probably had 100 people in it, taking this bad boy out was not going to be easy. This was where the grenades would come in handy, arrows weren’t doing shit to it.

You watched Jake fly above you, heading towards the giant ship, odds were that he was going to do the same thing you would’ve. You followed Jake, ready to help him take out the giant battleship, you had your grenades at the ready. You and him struggled to take the ship down, you kept getting fired at and then next thing you know you’re falling off. Your ikran caught you, and Jake jumped onto his as the ship blew up.

You saw one of the mechs drop out of the ship before it blew up, you didn’t know who it was but you had a good guess. You went down to help Neytiri, you had lost track of Jake but saw her running around on the forest floor. The forest was on fire and she was running from military personnel, you swooped down and brought her up into the safety of the sky. As you flew around looking at the ground trying to stay safe while flying around, then Neytiri told you to go down.

She saw Jake fighting with the man in the mech, she wanted to get down there and help him. You dropped down, letting Neytiri off and she snuck up behind the mech. In the meantime you flew off looking for Tsu’tey, you hadn’t heard from him in a while. Last you knew he was firing off at the sky demons, he was doing what he does best, being a warrior and protecting his people.

You spotted him from above, his ikran was shot down and he was stuck under it, you landed and went to help him. He was also hurt, his arm had two bullet holes, he’d be okay but he had a hard time moving the beast off his leg. You helped him get his leg free by pushing his ikran off him, you helped him up. You held his arm and looked at the two holes from the machine gun that fired at him, he tried to pull away.

“*It is okay. I just want to make sure it is okay. You have exit wounds so that is good.*”

“*I am okay, I am still strong.*”

“*I never doubted that.*”

That brought a small smile to Tsu’tey’s face.

“*Fly with me. We need to help Neytiri and Jake.*”

He nodded and followed you to your ikran, he jumped on behind you and you flew back to where yours and Jake’s bodies lay. You got back to the trailer to see Jake and Neytiri struggling to stop the mech, you swooped down and landed. You and Tsu’tey ran over to assist, when you got in front of the mech you saw a face you thought you wouldn’t see again, Miles.

You had a feeling it was him who escaped the ship before it went down, you knew it had to be Miles in the mech from the moment you saw it on the forest floor.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t both of the traitors.”

“Miles, you can’t win this.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“There are four of us and one of you. Doesn’t matter how strong you are.”

“I will die before I let you monkeys win.”

“We are one of the people and we will protect our own.”

“You think they care about you? You think they won’t cast you aside?”

“We’re not like you. We don’t have ulterior motives.”

“Honey, you think I ever liked you?”

That took you aback.

“You think it wasn’t a part of a bigger plan. That your father didn’t want you under close surveillance. Sleeping with you was just a plus. It made you more susceptible to whatever I wanted you to do. You were quite valuable in the process of taking these people out. So was Jake and his video logs.”

Jake hissed.

You stood there like an idiot, you couldn’t process what was happening, and you meant nothing. Not that you liked him anymore but that was your decision, you thought it would hurt him and you’ve come to realize he never cared. It was all an illusion, all a ploy to get you to comply, a ruse made by your father to get you to behave and follow orders. You felt your anger rise, like a cup overflowing, it was becoming too much. You felt the tears slip down your cheeks, you were going to get reckless here and you knew it, you couldn’t help it, you were so angry.

“Go fuck yourself, Miles. You will pay for this.”

“I never cared about you or what you had to say. The sex was good and that was the only thing that made the orders worth it. Dealing with a brat like you was painful, only good thing was you took orders well.”

You let out a war cry-like scream and went to charge at him, but Tsu’tey held you back.

Miles charged at you four in the mech, you all moved out of the way, he was determined to take you all out. He turned around once you all moved and went back at you with his knife, you barely missed him slicing into you. Neytiri pounced on the back of the mech, she was determined to take this man out. Jake tried to take a stab at Miles, Jake tried to pierce at the glass keeping the oxygen in to keep Miles alive.

Miles then got the idea, that he could take you and Jake out very easily, all he had to do was delink the both of you. It would be pretty easy, then both your bodies were dead weight, it would be easy to win. Turns out that getting to your pods was harder than he thought, however, breaking the glass did the job enough. Shortly after your bodies dropped, both of you were in the trailer struggling to breathe.

Miles took the opportunity to take Jake out first, he stepped on Jake’s chest and went to crush him, Neytiri then used the opportunity to fire at Miles. She used her bow that she earlier lost and shot right into the glass, exposing Miles to the atmosphere of Pandora. He held his breath for a moment, not that it would help him, even holding his breath he only had two minutes maximum.

Neytiri and Tsu’tey ran into the pod to check on both of you, you were both passed out trying to get to the emergency masks. Jake was passed out on the floor and you were passed out on your back, on the floor with the mask in your hand. Tsu’tey put the mask on you, and Neytiri did the same for Jake, it allowed both of you to breathe. Tsu’tey held your small body against his once you took a deep breath, he lifted you up and held your tiny torso against his massive one.

You took a moment to relish in the oxygen filling your lungs, your arms then wrapped around his torso or at least you tried. Your arms fell short around his muscular latissimus dorsi, your face squished against his lower pecs. You were happy to just be in his embrace, you felt his hand slowly caress your back, Tsu’tey stroked at your back to calm you down.

“*After today, I have realized I cannot be without you and I would like to mate with you*”

You looked up at him, your eyes stared at his, “*I would love that*”

He pulled you close again, you couldn’t wait for what was in store for your future with the Na’vi, with Tsu’tey and with Jake and his life here now.

You and Jake were now fully transferred into your Na’vi bodies, you enjoyed not having to link in anymore. You felt so much more connected to the world and to the people and even more so with Tsu’tey. You were happy that now you could live the rest of your life Tsu’tey in such a beautiful place. The next thing on the agenda was to fully mate with Tsu’tey, it has just been so busy. You and him have kissed, but you were not yet mated before Eywa, there was just so much damage control.

First, it was ensuring that there was new housing and getting that all stable and now that most of the sky people were gone, it was cleaning up after them too. Then Tsu’tey still went out with the other hunters and you and Neytiri were bettering your healing techniques, more or less it was Neytiri teaching you. There was just never a moment, there was always something, it was all about the people. You and Neytiri were talking in the temporary healer’s tent.

“*I just wish we had some time. I miss being with Jake.*”

“*I do not blame you, Neytiri. I already feel frustrated. Tsu’tey and I have talked many times about wanting to mate now, but there is never any moment free.*”

“*Then do it tonight. If you start late tomorrow it is not the end of the world.*”

“*We have a duty to the people.*"

“*No, me and Jake do. We are the leaders.*”

“*But Tsu’tey is the best warrior and the people like him. He needs to be there for them. I am new here, I need to make a good impression.*”

“*No one would blame either one of you for being a little late if you both decided to take some time for each other. They would be happy for both of you.*”

“*I just need him and more than passing conversations and small kisses in dark corners.*”

“*Then go take him. I know I would give anything for a night with Jake. Luckily, you sky people seem to be very, as Jake says,* horny.”

You let out a laugh at Neytiri’s comment, that totally sounded like Jake.

As you went to comment on what she said you heard the sounds of the hunting party returning, you smiled at Neytiri and ran out of the tent to get Tsu’tey. He got off his dire horse, and placed his bow down to rest his hands on your shoulders. He was happy to see you he always was, you pulled him down to kiss his cheek and, in that time, you whispered into his ear.

“*Tonight. No matter what. Tonight, we will mate. I do not wish to wait anymore. I need you.*”

He pulled back slightly and smiled widely at you, his nodding and how we placed a long kiss on your forehead told you, his answer. You smiled back at him, now you really couldn’t wait, you were so ready for eclipse to come.

You and Tsu’tey met up just before eclipse and made your way to the Tree of Souls, this was where it was going to happen. He was better than you ever expected, it was like in that moment he was everything you wanted and needed. He also seemed to be in the same state, he held onto your shoulders to have you look at him. His hands moved up to cup your face, right behind your ears and his thumbs on your cheeks. He leaned in to kiss you, it was the first real kiss the two of you shared and it lit up your body more than anything else.

“*I see you.*”

“*I see you,*” you responded.

He brought you to kneel on the ground by the tree and he brought his braid forward and you followed suit. You were ready to become one with him, this was what you wanted, this is what he wanted. The tendrils reached out for each other and slowly they connected and wrapped around each other. It was like a punch to the face; an overwhelming feeling of love filled your body. You could feel him, you could really see him, you could feel the immense love her felt for you. You could feel his every emotion and you could feel his thoughts, nothing felt this holy.

You knew it had to be the same for him, both of you took a moment to feel each other before your lips locked again. This time it was more needy and passionate; your lips were smothering each other. You didn’t know if Na’vis used tongue or not but you were going to try. His grip on your body tightened and he brought you closer to him before he laid you onto your back. His hands went to unclasp your necklace that doubled as your top.

The neat thing about tsaheylu was that he could feel everything you felt and that meant he knew what he was doing was okay and that you liked it. He continued, his hands splayed over your rib cage and slid up to over your breasts. His hands felt heavenly, you couldn’t help yourself, your back arched up to meet his hands. Your eyes closed as you relished in the pleasure, he started to pinch at your nipples which only made you more responsive. The smirk on his face made you smile as well; you knew that he knew how turned on you both were.

You felt his hands trail back down your sides again, your body tingled with warmth from his hands and what he was doing to you. His hand stopped at your hips, he untied your loincloth and pulled it from your body. He then did the same thing to his and right away you wanted to sit up and get your lips on him but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he moved his body down, his hand rested on your thighs and pushed them apart as his face nuzzled in between them. He kissed your thighs a little bit before pushing his tongue out of his mouth and onto your clit.

Your body instantly responded to the contact, pleasure coursing through your body. This man was going to worship your body, it was what Na’vi men were supposed to do and you weren’t complaining. Already he was better than any Earth man you had ever been with, you could feel his smirk on you, you knew the connection allowed him to read your thoughts. You were raising his ego and didn’t even know it; he was eating your pussy like a starved man. You gripped onto his hair to help ground yourself through the pleasure he was giving you.

Your nails reached into his scalp as he made you cum, you could hear him slurping and then he lifted his body up. He wiped his chin and went to kiss you again; you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into you. He gripped at your hips again and prepared to slide his thick cock into you, his mouth stayed on yours to keep you somewhat quiet as he slowly pushed in. There was this pleasure loop happening, you could feel your own pleasure and his through the connection and it just made you more and more turned on. You couldn’t help it, your body was cumming so quickly, you were sensitive from him eating you out and now he was fucking you so perfectly. He had decent stamina and you were just along for the ride, he kept making you cum and that alone had you hooked. But then he was cumming and it was perfect, hearing his slight hisses and his grunts. Feeling him grip you tighter and his push in deeper and how he got faster and sloppier. Then he stuttered his thrusts and he was filling you up, he kept himself up on top of you to keep himself inside.

“*I want to make sure this sticks. I want us to have a baby.*”

“*I would love to start a family with you.*”

He lifted you up to sit in his lap with his dick still inside of you.

That was how you and Tsu’tey mated, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After about 14 years you and Tsu’tey had two boys and one girl, Reymuek, the oldest boy, Makxa the middle boy and lastly your girl, Elohim. Your oldest was 14 almost 15, Makxa was 13 and your daughter was 10. They got along well with Jake’s kids; you were glad that you and Jake could have a happy life here with the people you loved and get to be one of the people. Your kids loved to go out and play with each other and both Jake and your oldest boys were going to pass their rite of passage and become men. You knew that Jake and Tsu’tey would go out with your boys together and ride on their ikrans together.

What you weren’t aware of was how soon your happy life would come to an end. You didn’t know how soon the RDA would attack and cause so much more damage.

Your kids went out with Jake’s and then ended up at the old linking shack, a place you and Jake told your kids never to go to. Yet, they went anyway and not that this was foreseeable but they got caught by Quaritch now in a Na’vi body. You were out flying with Tsu’tey and your boy along with Jake, Neytiri and Neteyam. Jake got an incoming message from Lo’ak saying that he was with his sisters, Spider and your kids. You also heard the message and you all looked at each other before heading over to the place you swore you never wanted to see again.

You pulled up to see the Na’vi military men, he was picking on Lo’ak the most and your daughter. Probably because they were the only two that took after you and Jake, they had five fingers and more human-like features than their siblings. You froze seeing that Miles was back, you didn’t want anything to do with him, you thought he was gone forever. Knowing your father, he always had a backup plan, this was his doing.

You four split up to surround the military people, you were all determined to save your kids. You and Neytiri got your bows out and readied your aim, you waited on Jake’s signal. Jake waved his hand and you and Neytiri hit two of the recombinant soldiers, Jake and Tsu’tey ran out and slit the throats of two other soldiers. You and Neytiri came out of your hiding spots and fired more arrows, you could see the expression on Miles’ face, he was shocked.

You knew he expected Jake to show up, he asked his son to have Jake show up. But to see you and Tsu’tey, you knew it had to shock him, he hadn’t heard from you since before he died. He more than likely wasn’t expecting the four of you, that probably also threw him off. Miles was barking orders to get Jake and when you heard your name, it made you freeze, you looked back at Miles. He was staring at you; you were staring back.

“You really gonna run away again.”

You took a moment to respond, “you already told me you didn’t love me. Besides I found what love is and what we had was never anywhere close.”

“I’ll find you and when I do.”

“You can’t do anything worse than you already have Miles.”

Tsu’tey wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to run off with them.

You, Tsu’tey, Jake, and Neytiri kicked ass, going in to save your kids and as they ran off, they lost Spider. You all made it home safe, but the problem now was how unsafe you all were. Jake and Neytiri were talking and they made plans to leave and seek urutu with the Metkayina clan. You felt that it’d be smart to do the same thing, you didn’t want to split your kids up, but you knew you and Tsu’tey were always the backup leaders should something happen. You didn’t know what to do or what was smart, odds were Miles would never make it here and would go just after Jake. But what if he did want you or did want to come after you?

In the end, Jake and his family left and you and Tsu’tey stayed here to rule over the Omaticaya people. You were the next in line to be responsible and you knew Jake was always his end goal. Jake also wanted someone to rule that he trusted and Tsu'tey was groomed to be the olo'eyktan anyway, you were both prepared to fight to protect the people at all times.

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Dean's bare feet led him straight to his roommate's door, as if on autopilot. Last night they argued, something trivial, but there had been some tension between them for a while now. No, not unbearable, in fact, one wouldn't even notice it, but of course Dean had. Both of them tiptoed around it and really, was it about the lone tee on the floor? Or who was the one to take the trash out this time? No, of course not. But that was how they let that frustration out. The funny thing though? They weren't pissed off at each other, well, maybe kind of, but for a different reason. Dean was, almost, sure now that they wanted to be more than just roommates. Friends. Pals that shared their lives together. Whatever you wanted to call it. Okay, maybe Dean was the one who had a hard time coming to terms with being bisexual. He had come out to a few of his friends, with Charlie's support, and when he tried to mention it as casually as he could to Cas, during their lunch, all he got in return was fondness and understanding in Cas' eyes, like he already knew. Maybe he had, even before Dean realised that it was okay himself. That he didn't have to care what others said, didn't have to please his deceased father. That he could finally let go and live his life the way he wanted to.

And so he stood outside Cas' room now, nervous. What if he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing? Ruined whatever they had? But he also had enough of this little dance of theirs, one had to cave in. He swallowed hard and softly knocked on the door before he peeked his head inside. Cas was sitting on his bed, hair tousled from a nap that Dean must have just interrupted. "Cas?"

"Mmm?" Cas hummed, prompting him to continue, to show that he was listening. Dean hovered in the threshold, he wanted to get in, but in case this went bad, if he stayed where he was now, he could bolt back to his own room in no time. The doorframe was a safe way out, literally.

"I'm.." he hesitated, but pushed himself anyway. He got this. "I'm tired of lying to myself that I have everything I want." Cas perked up a little bit, those blue eyes on Dean. He could see them even in the dimmed light. Christ, maybe he didn't get it. No, he did. He got this. "When I'm in bed at night, I keep asking myself what I want, crave, desire... And then I pretend that I'm asleep, but I'm not. Those questions just won't leave my head. And when I finally do drift off, I have dreams that don't even feel like they're mine. And-and I realised I'm in pain." Cas furrowed his eyebrows, but before he could say anything Dean carried on. "But! Not physical. No. I just... I just wanna have my own dreams. Or maybe, or even, ah- I-" He got this. He got this. Why were words so hard? Cas shifted on the bed as if he wanted to get up and Dean just had to spit it out before Cas got to him because it'd just make him crumble down, like soil that was refused water for way too long. It was all so confusing and big and his hands started to tremble, but this was what he wanted, right? He wanted this so bad.

"Love me. Love me unconsciously. Love me like a lighter loves fire, like a dry well loves water. Love me like the world is about to end." Dean breathed out and his own voice sounded so quiet that he could almost hear the two hearts beating in unison, loud. God, his heart was singing when Castiel was suddenly in front of him, his big warm hands on Dean's cheeks, pulling him into a soft kiss. And in that moment, the dance on a rope over a canyon ended. This was the reason why he was alive and good lord, he felt so damn alive now.

#polish folks might get what song inspired this :)#destiel #spn #drabble.txt #vin.txt

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Characters: Stan Pines, Ford pines.

Tags: Angst, Hurt no comfort, Character study.

Wordcount: 1,810

Summary:

“You really don’t understand why I want this place to be shut down, do you?”

Stan sniffs. “I think I got some ideas.”

Ford narrows his eyes. “Do you?”

He’s home. He’s actually home. Back in his Earth—in Gravity Falls, Oregon.

Hard to believe that a few days ago, he was at the precipice of life and death. About to end things once, and for all with Bill. That’s how it was supposed to be. One way or another, everything was supposed end that day. But now he’s honest to God walking through his house. Opening cupboards, and drawers. Studying every nook, and cranny. Observing how much has changed, and how much has stayed the same.

The house definitely had seen better days. Everything was aged, and weathered. You could even spot some awkward patch jobs here, and there. The ones you do on your own to save money, instead of by someone who actually knew what they were doing.

Indeed, Stan must’ve been a stingy on the upkeep. He could hear a lot of new creaks, and sounds now. But…the house is somewhat neat, and tidy at least.

He supposes he should be thankful if for that. That his home is still here after all this time. Still standing. Still livable. When he already made peace long ago, that his house would be left to rot—reduced to a pile of would-be firewood.

Ford rounded a corner, and stops in his tracks. Any feelings of gratitude he had had quickly went down the drain.

Now this is a change he could really do without.

The house doubles as a hokey tourist trap now. One that’s entire gimmick was based on showcasing a variety of very made-up anomalies.

Being in this room is already starting to royally piss him off. Though for some reason that escapes him, he decided to stay and look around. Making his way the first exhibit that caught his eye.

Ford glares at the taxidermized monstrosity before him. It was obviously meant to resemble sasquatch, or even bigfoot. Brown fur, big feet, and ape-like features, though a striking difference could be seen on how it’s…wearing an underwear.

(Why even? What evolutionary need could it possibly fulfill by wearing one?)

“Sascrotch,” He sneers. “I can’t believe people actually—"

“Yeah, ya don’t like the Shack. We get it. Keep steppin’, and move on already.” A gruff voice piped up from his left.

Ford turns his head to the source of said voice, to find Stan leaning against the counter—counting the money he made off from the last group of tourists.

(Has he always been there?)

“You really don’t understand why I want this place to be shut down, do you?”

Stan sniffs. “I think I got some ideas.”

Ford narrows his eyes. “Do you?” He challenges.

Stan muttered something under his breath, but otherwise did nothing but continue to count the money in his hands. The sound of paper bills being shuffled seemed to fill the empty gift shop. It grated on his nerves. Then again, everything that Stan does seem to grate on his nerves these days.

Ford made his way to the next set of exhibits. The Six Pack O’ Lope. The Cornicorn. He swears some of them looked more like one of Mabel’s arts and crafts projects.

“I have spent most of my life studying the weird. Trying to make sense of the nonsense. Trying to prove their existence to the scientific community.”

“I had to take on twelve PhDs to get people to take me seriously. Twelve. And that wasn’t even accounting the number of favors, and good standing I had to build up just so I could get my grant approved by the committee.”

Of course, I could’ve avoided all that if I had gone to West Coast Tech instead. He almost wanted to say, but quickly bit his tongue.

“Well, that’s kinda’ dumb.” Stan comments.

(If his ears weren’t mistaken, Ford could’ve sworn there was a note of genuine sympathy in Stan’s voice.)

Ford just shook his head. “The committee didn’t see my want to research anomalies as top priority. Especially when compared to things like researching the cure for cancer, or alternative energy, or artificial intelligence and whatnot.”

“But one way, or another. I managed to show them my worth. I gave them reason, after reason as to how my research could be beneficial. And eventually, they decided to give me a chance.”

Ford wrinkled his nose when he passes by some shelves filled with tacky souvenirs. One lined with snow globes, another with Mr. Mystery bobbleheads, and another filled with…ugh, those horrific Burpin’ Stanford Pines figurines. Though he stops when he comes across a nearly empty shelf lined with empty glass jars. A sign nearby tells him that these are ‘invisible fairy companions! Only $35!’.

His attention wasn’t on the obvious scam in front of him. Instead, Ford watches his face being reflected on the glass jars.

“I thought,” he says. “If I did all of that, then…maybe I could finally change the way people view them.”

“I wasn’t hoping to change everyone’s minds, but if I could get a few people to stop looking at them like something to be afraid of. Like something to be pointed, and gawked at…” He pauses, and then turns to look at Stan. “Do you see where I’m going with this?”

Stan just stares at him with a blank expression on his face.

(Dear Tesla, does he really have to spell this out?)

Ford took a deep calming breath, before saying: “What you’re doing here with the Mystery Shack. Not only is it a mockery of my life’s work, it’s a mockery of me.”

Stan narrows his eyes. “What are you talkin’ about?”

Ford could feel the threads of his self-control being cut. “Do you really not realize what you’re doing here!? You’re bringing all sorts of people in here, and teaching them it’s okay to point, and laugh at things they don’t understand. You’re teaching them to point, and laugh at things like me!”

Ford clicked his tongue. Whether Stan’s earlier confusion was genuine, or an act mattered little to him at the moment. The damage was done. To his house. To his reputation. To his life’s work.

--You’re a six-fingered freak!

And they would be right. That’s all he is. All he will ever be.

He’d lost the chance to ever prove them wrong.

“Be honest,” Ford demanded. “All those times you told me that I wasn’t a freak was a lie, wasn’t it?” He gestures towards the various exhibits in the Shack. “This is how you actually feel about me.”

“Do you also have stuffed six-fingered hand lying around? I’m surprised I haven’t seen it yet. An exhibit like that will surely—"

“You think I’d do that?” Stan asks.

Ford pauses, and then turns to Stan. And once his eyes landed on his brother, the red mist that clouded his vision seemed to dissipate at that moment.

Stan was staring at him, and though his expression was blank—there was a gamut of emotions swirling in the depths of his brother’s eyes. Raw and honest emotions that Ford didn’t want to look too closely into.

“You really think I’d do that to you?” Stan asks again. His voice quiet.

Ford opens his mouth, but he quickly finds that no words could come out. Something in Stan’s eyes. Something in the way his brother spoke, seemed to sap all the remaining fight and anger in him.

“I used to beat up every single punk who bad-mouthed you when we were kids. And ya really think that I’m gonna’ turn around, and start doin’ all that crap they did to you?” A pause. “You really think that I’m no better than guys like Crampelter?”

Ford’s looks down—suddenly finding it hard to look Stan in the eyes. “That isn’t what I…”

He tries to find something to defend himself with, but nothing kept coming up. After all, that was essentially what he had just implied wasn’t it?

The silence hung between them until Stan took several steps forward, only stopping when he’s at an arms-length in front of Ford.

“…Y’know,” Stan says. “I got a lotta reasons for starting the Mystery Shack. And that thing you just said… You think that folks come through here to point and laugh at all these arts and crafts rejects. But the only thing being pointed and laughed at in here…is me.”

“Cause you wanna’ know something?” He jabbed a finger onto Ford’s chest. “Just because you got no problems callin’ me worthless, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna’ stoop to your level and start callin’ you a…”

It took everything in him to not look away—to return Stan’s glare head on. On the outside, one might mistake him for being the picture of indifference. The only thing anyone could see was a mask of cold, hard disapproval plastered on his face

But on the inside, in the deepest parts of him where no one was privy to—part of him dreaded of what’s to come. The part of him that used to go on adventures with Stan on the beach. The part of him that used to spend whatever free time available, to work on an old derelict sailboat. The part of him that used stay up to the late hours of the night talking, and planning about the places they’d sail away to one day.

That part of him was terrified of his twin brother calling him that word.

But he knew it was coming. It’s only a matter of time. He braces himself and…

…nothing happened.

Stan just looks down, his hand falling limply back to his side. And Ford found himself letting out a breath he didn’t even knew he was holding.

Both men stood at the middle of the empty gift shop. Stan kept looking down at the floor, and Ford couldn’t seem to peel his eyes away from his brother—at how tired, and defeated he looked. His right-hand twitches, and then starts to lift and inch itself closer towards Stan.

He didn’t really know what he was trying to do. He just…has a sudden urge to reach out. But before he could make any contact, Stan took a step back from him.

“Believe it or not, I actually got lines I ain’t never gonna’ cross.” Was all Stan said to him, before he made his way outside.

The front door slammed shut.

Ford watches the door for a moment. Before his gaze, inexplicably, wanders back to the shelf lined with those Burpin’ Stanford Pines toys. It was an insult. It was his name being printed on those boxes, but looking at those figurines again—at how it was wearing a bright red fez, and a black tuxedo…the similarities that he somehow hadn’t seen before became so clear.

It was Stan.

Ford pinches the bridge of his nose. “What the hell am I doing?”

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #angst #stangst #fanfic #a character study I wanted to do for a while

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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4 or 7 please

A little switch-a-roo! Harry is Y/N's bands' producer and they don't always see eye-to-eye.

Y/N was pissed and it was definitely coming through in the recording session. When their band's manager, Richard, initially told them that they were trying to get Harry Styles to produce their album she was excited. Y/N's initial excitement stemmed from the fact that even though he was only 34 he was incredibly successful and had an incredible reputation. He was an icon! She wanted to learn from him what making a good album meant, because she was interested in doing a good job every single time she put out music. At first she was really excited to have him on board and was soaking it all in, but the closer they get to the album finish the more she has started to dislike him. He constantly tore down her ideas or made her seem like she didn't know what she was talking about, he critiqued her choices and her style, and it just put her in a bad mood. And now, he was working their drummer, Kassie to the bone and Y/N was tired of it.

"Can we take a 10? I have t'pee." Kassie said when they finished a recording bit. She was shaking out her hands as she waited for a confirmation.

The only reason they were in this mess was because Harry said that when he went in to start editing that song the drums were sloppy. In Kassie's defense, that particular song was really hard and tiring, which Y/N explained to Harry. She also reminded him that they had a full day of recording their last song of the album and didn't have time to keep going over old stuff. He then told her that he was aware of what the session today was supposed to be and that in terms of Kassie, the song being hard wasn't an excuse and that she could do a much better job if she tried harder. Y/N just rolled her eyes at him and here they were, 30 minutes later after re-recording the same last 2 minutes of that blasted song about 15 times. What Y/N was more annoyed at is that at some point in between takes Harry had gone in and shown Kassie perfectly what needed to be done and instead of recording that he just gave her what she believes was the worst pep talk in history. The mics were off so no one could hear what he was saying but she was tearing up and he handed her a box of tissues, so it couldn't have been good.

"Yeah, let's take a ten." one of the techs announced once Harry gave him the OK and Y/N immediately made her way into the live room.

"Hey Kass, how're the hands?"

"Sore." she said smiling up at Y/N.

"Sorry, I tried to tell Harry that it was fine how it was but-"

"No, it's not. He's right, I can do better." she said with determination.

"Kass, it's OK if you can't." Y/N assured. Kassie was going through a bit of a rough time personally and she was sure that this was making her feel worse. She didn't want to tell Harry that, because that's none of his business, but he needed to listen to Y/N and get off of Kassie's case.

"Really Y/N, I can do it. I'm just really in my head, OK? I'm gonna go pee, take a little breather and come back."

"OK." She sighed and Kassie just offered her a smile before heading out of the studio. She wasn't all that shocked to see Harry following after her, but she would have a word with him later. He needed to stop being a dick.

To say the least, Kassie had successfully executed the part Harry had called sloppy after her little bathroom break and they were able to jump into the last song. Harry had tons to say about her vocals and about some of the lyrics- how they didn't work with the rhythm well and they ended up changing some things around. Y/N had been singing the song in her practices the old way and kept forgetting the blasted changes he made. She groaned as Harry yelled another cut. She was prepared to have him ream her again and already glanced down at her feet so that he couldn't see her eyes roll in irritation.

"Obviously we're not getting what we need today-" she shot her head up and glared at him through the glass, "So let's just call it a day. Great work, everyone." he said and just like that everyone started packing up. She hung the headphones up on the stand and burst into the control room where Harry was chatting with the studio crew.

"Ummm, we need to keep going. Today's our last studio session. that's all we paid for." she reminded him.

"We'll figure something out." he said to her and she scowled at him.

"We don't have money for another full day or however many days you plan on hijacking this process! If we hadn't been wasting our time re-recording kass' perfectly fine drumming we would have 45 more minutes to get this right-"

"Y/N, can you please just...be quiet?" he asked with a frown and she grimaced.

"Excuse me?"

"Just shut up, OK? Your voice is shot for today and if we keep going at it you're gonna cause some real damage to your vocal cords. You're really reaching in there, OK?" She scoffed, "Did you call that vocal coach like I told you to two months ago?" he asked and she rolled her eyes, "I'll take that as a no and that's why you can't sing the song today." he said to her. She felt her eyes welling up as he scolded her and insulted her talent. She scoffed and stormed out and to the bathroom. Harry sighed as he watched her rush out. He believed that Y/N didn't really understand what he was getting at and if she would just stop being so stubborn and listen to him...

Y/N didn't let herself actually cry at his words, but she was fuming mad to the point that her eyes grew teary. She tended to cry when she got angry. But he was an ass and he was cocky and smug and so fucking dumb with his porn-stache and fucking pink beanie. She headed angrily to her car after heading out of the studio, realizing that hers was one of only three cars left in the lot. She had been cooling off in the bathroom for quite a while. As she reached for her keys in her pocket she groaned, realizing that she never grabbed her things from the studio.

"Fuck me..." she grumbled and headed back inside. As she headed over to the control room they had been in, much to her dismay Harry was sat at the sound board with his laptop hooked up to it and he glanced up to the door when he saw someone come in. She looked over to the couch and saw that her bag was sitting there next to his.

"Forgot my stuff." she said.

"I know. I also grabbed your notebook from the piano bench, dropped it in your bag for you." he informed before turning back to the screen.

"Thanks." she hummed and headed to the couch to grab her bag.

"Figured you had left." he hummed.

"Was just cooling off." she responded lowly and then he spun around on the stool he was on to look at her.

"Why are you so fucking stubborn?" he asked her with a half-smile, "I'm just trying to do the job you and your team hired me to do."

"Why are you such an ass?" she responded and he frowned.

"I'm not an ass." he defended himself and she scoffed.

"You so are! That shit you pulled with Kassie today, you made her cry! We all saw it and-"

"You know she's dealing with a breakup right?" he asked Y/N and her eyebrows furrowed, of course she did, but how did he know that?

"Yeah."

"She got cheated on, she was telling me. I don't know if that's ever happened to you, but I can tell you from experience it is completely demoralizing. It makes you doubt every single part of yourself, especially the parts of you that you love the most, because we tend to associate the things we love together." he said and she frowned, "For Kassie that's her music. This chick was a part of her life for a really long time, as you probably know. She pushed her to do good and to excel in her music. Realistically, Kassie knows that her talent is her own and that she has all of you, and her family, and her friends, but that chick, whatever her name was-"

"Alisha."

"Whatever." he hummed, "Her opinion, her belief, her support bore a lot of weight to Kassie. She wasn't crying because I was an ass to her. She was crying because I told her that she's one of the best drummers I've ever worked with. She doesn't believe it right now, but it's the truth. She had only ever heard that from one person and having someone else validate that was a lot for her." he said and Y/N's eyes softened.

"Oh."

"Yeah." He said and Y/N sighed, "You should've heard the previous recording we had. I deleted it the moment I heard it, it was absolute shit. You're not trained to hear what I hear. It's my job to help you guys make this the best album possible and sometimes that means pushing you guys, like I pushed Kassie today. She doesn't need to sit back and relax with her thoughts. She needed to hit something, hard! And she needed to see that there was more to her than that relationship. She was able to see that in herself again today. She needs you and the rest of the band to believe that she can do it."

"I do believe she can do it!"

"That's not what it sounds like when you come griping to me about how the piece is too hard. That you're OK with a mediocre recording instead of telling her that she can do better-"

"She's just going through it. I just wanted to cut her some slack, OK? And this is not just about Kassie. This is about the way that you treat me all the time! You're always undermining me! My ideas, my writing, my singing, my playing! And don't give me that shit you just spewed about pushing me too because I don't buy that for a moment. On top of that you're so arrogant and condescending! You think you know everything, but you don't! Maybe no one can see it because they kiss your ass, but I see it clear as day." she said and he shook his head, fighting a smile. Smug piece of shit.

"OK. You're clearly not ready to have a conversation with me." he said cooly and she wanted to scream, he was treating her like a kid.

"Why do you do that? Treat me like a child?!" she shouted in aggravation and he scoffed.

"Look at you and the way you're behaving and tell me you're not acting like a child." he challenged and her eyes narrowed into angry slits, "You shout and shout and shout and you're not saying anything of substance. You're acting like an entitled brat who's upset because she's not getting her way and believe me when I tell you that everyone sees that." he finished and she was speechless. Her eyes started welling up once again and she scoffed before grabbing her bag and rushing to the door. "Don't forget to call the vocal coach!" he called to her.

"Fuck you!" she shouted back and he sighed. She was so fucking difficult and petulant. She made him want to tear his hair out sometimes. Harry was so frustrated because at first he really enjoyed working with Y/N. He always thought she was beautiful, smart, promising and he felt that he could contribute to the music her and her band made. Somewhere down the line she started losing sight and started playing it so safe. The music was suffering and it was so boring and mediocre. Something he knew wasn't her or her band at all; he was trying to guide her back to her original and risk-taking nature. To claim back the sound that had enticed him to produce for them. But boy, was she putting up a fight.

A few days later Harry contacted her to see if she was able to come to his house and finish recording the last song vocals at his home studio. She waited nearly the full day to reply, but at least she didn't leave him hanging.

*******

It was 9am when Y/N was ringing Harry's doorbell as promised. His housekeeper had come to the door and guided her out back. His backyard was beautiful. There was a pool and a hot tub and even a few fruit trees further back on the property then the pool house, which the woman told her was where the studio was located. She thanked her before sauntering back there and opening up the door and peeking in.

"Hey, good morning!" Harry greeted her cheerfully as she stepped inside. It was like a little lounge area where he was. There was a big comfy couch, TV, and a bar and fridge at one end of the room.

"Hi." she said and upon fully entering she saw another person there, "Hello." she then greeted the woman sitting on the couch.

"Good morning." the woman said.

"Y/N, this is Dr. Dauphine Auclair - the vocal coach I kept referring you to?" he said and if Y/N could punch him she so would. She felt her blood boiling and despite that she turned back to the woman and smiled politely.

"Pleasure, Dr. Auclair." she extended her hand and the woman took it.

"I was just making her some tea. Would you like a cup? I've got licorice root or ginger. These are the only throat safe options." he said and she shrugged.

"Ummm, surprise me." she said and he smiled.

"Cool. So Dr. Auclair is here to do a little warming up with you. I know you mentioned that you only took a few lessons in the past, can you elaborate a bit more with Dr. Auclair while I get this going?" he asked her and she swallowed down her rage and nodded before turning to the woman.

Y/N had started to sing in high school and the only "lessons" she had ever taken were when her choir teacher taught them some warm ups. That's what she had been working off of for performances and such for the last 6 or seven years. After a couple of minutes Harry was joining them on the couch and she glared at him in the brief moment that Dr. Auclair took a sip of her tea.

Dr. Auclair went on to explain that she should prioritize this as the vocal cords were sensitive and affected by many things. They were easy to damage and ensuring that her vocal warmups and maintenance evolved along with her was of absolute importance. She just nodded along and Harry watched on silently as she listened along, seemingly captivated by what Dr. Auclair shared with her. He sat in for a bit of her warm up before slipping out to give them a bit of time. After about a half hour he was returning to say his goodbyes and he happened to overhear her confirming another appointment with Dr. Auclair. He gave them a moment before knocking on the studio door and announcing himself, he said his goodbyes and walked Dr. Auclair out to her car.

Y/N was glad that Harry didn't have to hear her confirming voice coaching appointments. He actually liked Dr. Auclair and she did feel more relaxed in the throat for the recording session and was looking forward to learning more from her. She had some water and waited in the control room for Harry to return.

"Ready to go?" he asked as he came back in, tone cheerful.

"Yeah, good to go." she said and he had been right, she was recording the vocals with ease, even the higher harmonies and ad-libs he was suggesting. And after about an hour and a half they had finished up and Harry was giving her a thumbs up through the glass and she smiled as she hung up the headphones and headed into the control room.

"That was really good." he smiled and she sighed.

"Yeah, it felt good too. I'm not as tired as before."

"That's good. Dr. Auclair was helpful then?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yeah." she smiled.

"I'm sorry if the way I suggested coaching to you before made you feel like I thought you were bad or unskilled, that's not at all why." he said, "I think you're extremely gifted and I just want you to take great care of your instrument. Just looking out for you, s'all." he said to her and she sighed.

"I can see that now." she admitted, "I'm sorry too for... acting like a brat as you so eloquently put it." she said to him and he chuckled and glanced down as his fingers combed through his hair.

"Entitled brat s'what I said I think." he hummed and she rolled her eyes, "There you go again." he hummed and she scoffed.

"Rolling my eyes is not bratty."

"S'petulent though. Childish."

"I know what petulant means you smug prick." she said and he smirked.

"S'that mouth of yours that gets you into trouble." he chuckled and she shrugged.

"I have a lot to say."

"Not everything needs to be said. Specially when you have a face as expressive as yours." he pointed out and she giggled before biting her lip.

"I know...I need to be more mindful of that." she huffed.

"Can I be honest with you?" he asked and she nodded, "Won't get all salty with me?" he asked as he took a seat beside her and she chuckled.

"I'll try not to." she smiled and he chuckled.

"I'm hard on you because you're better than whatever the fuck has been going on with you the last few months. You guys sounded different, had something so special and unique about you. Lately it just seems that you're trying to fit in with the fads. Almost like you're scared to just be yourselves. And the rest of the band, they really look to you for guidance and Y/N, you've been playing it safe. It's not at all like you." He said and she sighed, "Don't know why you take your anger out on me when I know for a fact all of my suggestions are living up to the vision in your head." he said and she looked into his eyes.

"I get angry at you because you have the guts to be yourself and execute your vision so unapologetically. I feel like... I may seem like it, but I'm not brave enough." she confessed and Harry tutted.

"But you're brave enough to come gripe at me and speak your mind without a question?" he asked with a chuckle, "You're definitely brave enough to unapologetically be yourself." He assured her and she smiled timidly. "I see it every single day. Don't keep that part of you out of the music. It's what makes you special." he said and she sighed.

"I guess I'll be honest with you and tell you that I was really excited when I heard that you agreed to produce the album. I really admire your work too, I'm a big fan of yours." she confessed.

"Oh really?" he asked and she chuckled and nodded, "Never would've guessed." he teased and she rolled her eyes again. "Should start charging you every time you roll your eyes at me." he said and she giggled.

"Yeah, maybe. You're kinda of a pain in the ass." she scrunched her nose up and he mimicked her expression mockingly which made her laugh.

"There she is!" he announced happily, "That's the girl I first met." he hummed and she felt her face heating up, "Don't want to fight with you anymore. I want us to work well together, communicate better, so that we can make the best album possible. Want you to be involved in every bit of it." he said, "Can we agree on that?" He asked her and she bit her lip and nodded, her eyes meeting his. She was fucking pretty and undoubtedly a handful, but he didn't care. His eyes flickered down to her lips and then her eyes again, "Good." he hummed. Y/N was positive she hadn't imagined him look at her lips and she felt her heart pounding but pushed it aside. After a few more minutes he was standing outside of her car with her as they said their goodbyes.

"Thanks for today, Harry." she said and he smiled.

"Yeah of course. Anything you need, you let me know." he assured and she smiled, "So long as that bratty attitude is stowed away." he warned.

"Mmmm, no. Think it's good to keep you on your toes." she said, "Besides, I think you like it a little more than you let you on." she smirked and now he was blushing.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, love." he chuckled a bit nervously and she bit her lip as her eyes trailed down to his soft ones. So pretty and pink, he definitely noticed.

"OK, we'll talk soon."

"Definitely." he assured and he watched her pull out of his driveway with a half hard cock and a muttered curse. He didn't know how yet, but he was gonna make her his.

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“Does that mean that you want my feelings?” Marlene asked, head tilted curiously. “Or are you still thinking about it?”

She needed to hear from Dorcas’s own lips that she wanted to fix this mess too. As much as she wished that one grand gesture would undo a full year of loss, Marlene knew better. Even if she won Dorcas over now, they both had aches to soothe.

Dorcas’s thumb smoothed calming circles into Marlene’s cheek. “Of course I do. That was never in question, was it?”

“I need you to be 100% sure, Cas. I’m happy to blow up my entire world to be with you, but I don’t want to be left sitting in the blast radius alone,” Marlene said, placing her hand over Dorcas’s.

“First of all, we’re not blowing up anything. You always rush into the nuclear option, Marly. Secondly, you need to breathe while we figure this out. You’re spiralling every time you have a small misstep.”

Marlene inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. Dorcas was right, as usual. Even though she wanted Dorcas back now, Marlene realised that she was asking for a lot of commitment. Especially for someone who only just decided on this path for herself.

“I don’t know where to start,” Marlene admitted. “There’s so much to untangle and I wasn’t considering anything specific past snogging you.”

Dorcas searched her face for a full minute. It seemed that she found what she was looking for because she nodded approvingly. “If you want a guarantee, I’m fresh out. If you’re willing to be patient, then I’m willing to compromise.”

“You’re ignoring the snogging comment, aren’t you?”

“For now,” Dorcas agreed. “Not because I don’t want to, but because it would be foolish to assume that the rest will work itself out when this bombed so spectacularly last time. Until we can sort out how to live in the same place at the same time, I think that we should reserve our affection.”

Marlene nodded slowly and pursed her lips in thought. “So, what you’re saying is that you want to kiss me, but you’re afraid that my lips will hypnotise you into agreeing to whatever I want.”

“Do you hear yourself when you speak?”

“Admit it, Cas. You can’t resist me,” Marlene teased, toying with the end of one long braid. “Now who’s addicted?”

Dorcas arched one eyebrow, then shoved Marlene off of her lap. “Still you.”

Marlene landed on her bum with a startled yelp, then grinned triumphantly as she watched Dorcas stride out of the bedroom. She knew she’d pushed too far, but Marlene never did anything halfway. Her innate urge to test boundaries and push limits was one of the reasons they worked so well together. Dorcas remained firm and unyielding with very little give.

Yet those rare moments of allowance occasionally turned into surrender, and Marlene thrived on the possibility of making it happen. A mere hint of surrender stimulated her obsession. It didn’t help that Dorcas’s annoyance turned her on, but it did, every fucking time. A woman with hard limits turned her feral.

“Come back and do it again, Cas! My arse has two cheeks and I want them even!” she yelled after her.

From the hallway, Dorcas scoffed, “Shut it, nervy twat.”

A few moments later, Pandora peered into the room. When her gaze landed on Marlene, she frowned. “What did you say to her?”

“I made her feel things again. She hates that,” Marlene announced loudly, laughing as she lifted to her feet.

“Piss off, McKinnon!”

“That’s ‘Marly’ to you!”

Pandora glanced between the two of them and sighed. “You’re as bad as each other.”

“Nah, she just enjoys being chased,” Marlene said. She walked around Dorcas’s bed and paused to study the pictures still tacked to the cork board. “And I am her favourite predator.”

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Saw the 5H renaissance on Twitter and just gotta say, like Lauren tweeted, “the timeline’s triggering af”.

I grew up listening to those girls. I grew up supporting them. I remember watching their X Factor performances, their interviews even clips of their mall performances. And even though there were many upsides, there were a lot of downsides too.

I’m not going to touch on the messiness of Camila leaving the band because it’s too much to cover.

This is gonna be long cause I’m still mad at Syco for what they did to 5H.

I am a massive Lauren stan and I love her voice so much. I found it super annoying that she didn’t get enough solos (you guys if you’re 5H fans, know which ones) and I noticed how much Lauren changed over the course of 5H’s run.

I’m gonna start with the downsides first:

From 2012 to 2018, you could see how 5H changed for the better and for the worse. And the worse part was their contract.

According to their lawyer; she said that that contract was one of the worst she’d ever seen. And if you followed 5H throughout their run, you would’ve seen it.

I’m gonna start by mentioning Lauren cause I love that woman.

2012 Lauren had a spark in her and you could slowly see the light dim from her and it got especially bad in 2015-16. In the interviews, she always looked tired and wasn’t just her, the other girls too. It was clear that all of them were overworked and as Lauren said “literal slaves” and “they see nothing”. She’s also called out their label for exploiting the band and telling fans to “read their contracts” which should tell you how bad the situation was.

And it also applied to the other girls. For example; 2013 Camila was more joyful and more goofy then you move to 2016 Camila and she became more quiet.

I know you could say that she matured. And yes I agree; she did. But you could see how exhausted she was half the time. I’ll bring up another point as to why Camila became more quiet later in this post.

This just didn’t apply to 5H, it also applied to 1D and Little Mix. Below is a link of how Syco exploited them and just knowing all that made me so sad for them. These were teenagers, 5H especially (Dinah and Camila were 15, Lauren and Normani were 16) and their management worked them to the bone. Some highlights this person in the video talked about included how Dinah had to watch her great grandmother’s funeral over face time because management wouldn’t let her attend the funeral. And another point is that Lauren said in a very recent interview that from 2013-2018, she only went home for 2 weeks a year.

Now that’s insane. I’m mainly bringing up 5H cause like I said, I grew up with them. I was there when things started to go south. As much as I loved seeing clips of the girls goofing around esp when Dinah poured water over Camila and then Camila slipped on stage, it hurts knowing that they were exploited. I know people say 5H had no chemistry etc. But you have to remember that they auditioned as solo artists and were put together in a band. Plus it didn’t help that Camila was singled out, I feel that started the rift between her and the girls.

Anyways, like I said, I am a massive Lauren fan because she’s outspoken about her beliefs and she’s so underrated. If you see videos of her covering for the girls when they couldn’t perform, you know she has the range and the voice. One example I would quote is when she covered for Dinah in Who Are You. Now, I know that was Dinah’s song but hearing Lauren sing her parts gave me goosebumps. The fact that she had to least amount of lines in the Reflection album still pisses me off till this day.

Another point that I would like to make is that Dinah also pointed out that she had to tweak her vocals to make herself sound more pop because the producers told her that her voice was too soulful and didn’t suit the songs such as Sledgehammer or Boss. That’s crazy cause if you watched Dinah perform live, you know that woman has the range and the vocals. She impressed me so much with her X Factor audition and it was such a waste that she was sidelined because she didn’t suit the pop songs.

And another thing that Camila did point out is as that the girls were oversexualized in their songs. Camila and Dinah were 17 when they filmed and recorded the vocals for Worth It. Camila had to sing and I quote “I like it a little rough” when she was a minor. And didn’t help that for the music video; they dolled up the girls to make them look way older than they actually were. I mean look at Dinah, she looked to be 30 when she was 17.

I know some people are gonna debate that Camila could’ve easily turned down that line or spoken up. But you have to remember that their management controlled them. Like Lauren said, if you tried to go against management, they would brand you as a difficult and probably blacklist you. So, the girls couldn’t exactly say no while they were under contract.

Another downside that I would like to point out is that 5H had no creative control over their music. I mean YouTube has some of their unreleased songs such as Voicemail which is a bop and should’ve been on 7/27 and the fans love it. That’s why Camila left the band.

Again, some people might say “if 5H was gonna break up anyways, why didn’t she just pull through?”

And I raise you this, did you see how burnt out Camila was? That poor woman suffered an anxiety attack so bad that she couldn’t perform for half the show. The other girls also couldn’t deal with the exhaustion. Lauren broke down during No Way and Dinah started crying during Brave Honest Beautiful. It was just a huge mess and you expect Camila to suffer another year? Even Ally said in her book that she didn’t enjoy her time in 5H and it was because of the overworking, the fact that people were saying she wasn’t as good as the other girls. Yes, I’ve seen the tweets and the comments which are just awful.

You can’t compare Ally’s vocals to Camila’s or Normani’s, they all have different ranges and voices. You can’t compare Camila’s dancing to Normani’s, they have different backgrounds in dancing and Camila was a little bit less coordinated. You literally cannot compare the girls to each other because they were so different.

And now another point that I would say is a downside would be the shipping. And yes, the ship I’m talking about is Camren. Ngl, I used to ship them only because of the fanfics (you guys know which ones). But as I got older, I realized what Lauren said about the fans being super invasive and you could see how it affected her friendship with Camila. Lauren said it herself on Becky G’s podcast that she felt like a predator and she would hyper analyze her actions. And you could see it, you could see how she distanced herself from Camila because of the shippers (I still IHQ is about Lauren and somewhat about Dinah).

So yeah, when I saw the 5H renaissance trending, that brought me all those memories. But now, time for the upsides.

I said earlier that people say 5H didn’t have chemistry but have you seen their earlier interviews or their twitcams? They were goofing around with each other and just being teenagers because that’s what they were. I know people say 5H weren’t coordinated during rehearsals etc but you have to remember that their rehearsals were rushed. Lauren also mentioned that in her very recent interview so you can’t blame the girls for messing up (Well except Normani cause that woman is the goddess of dancing). Ally still doing a cartwheel while Camila and Dinah do the hammer dance still cracks me up but that was 5H. They were teenagers having fun on stage and it worked. The audience loved it.

So yes, while I did enjoy watching 5H (attended their Reflection tour , 7/27 tour and their self titled album tour) and watched their tour bus videos and interviews, just noticing the changes throughout the years, hurt and it was hard as a fan to see the spark dim from their eyes.

But ever since the group went on hiatus, you can slowly see them healing from the trauma. And I can’t blame Lauren for not wanting to rejoin the band for a comeback. I know she’s grateful for her time in the band and yeah, it helped her grow as an artist and helped her find her path in the industry. The same goes for the other girls too.

I just wish that these artists have a union like SAG-AFTRA to back them up because they are so exploited. This needs to be highlighted more, now that Syco is out of the picture.

The link for the video about how Syco exploited these artists: https://youtu.be/RrG8vqJOZms?si=Kn2ZgxvFM8wsaHyc

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The link for Lauren’s very recent interview where she talked about the industry: https://www.youtube.com/live/5SH_2SKoD7Y?si=IF8KUUmb0nEuk6L5

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My thoughts just after finishing Supernatural

One year ago on this exact same day I finished SPN. I watched 15x18, 15x19 and 15x20 in a row. I just ate dinner between 15x18 and 15x19 (weird dinner). After watching episode 15x20, I wasn't that pissed off about the end. It changed now, because I got the time to think about it.

See, I knew Cas wouldn’t appear in the last two episodes, but somehow I still hoped that the deal with the Empty wasn’t the reason, because he deserved to be happy. As I progressed through season 15 I felt it coming, even though I was hoping until the last second. And when I got to episode 15x18, I understood that it was this deal that was going to kill him but I didn't know how. That confession scene destroyed me but anyway I went to eat my dinner while being destroyed and then I came back to SPN to watch the last two episodes, knowing I wouldn’t see Cas anymore.

Then came episode 15x19, I've read often that people prefer to ignore 15x20 and I can totally understand (Dean deserved to live free and happy), but 15x19 is NOT a satisfying ending for me, because Cas is still in the Empty (well maybe not, but we don’t know that yet) and I just can’t, he can’t stay there, dead, I can’t accept that.

This is what allows me to appreciate 15x20 a little bit. But it’s not the only reason, because in this last episode I spotted several empty bottles of alcohol in Dean’s room and you all know why. He misses Cas, for sure, at least it’s my headcanon because I need it. Plus, he doesn’t stay long alive after Cas’s death, there is no real timeline. He couldn’t ask Jack to bring him back because Jack told them he wouldn’t intervene anymore and left. So maybe their hopes to get Cas out without Jack were at zero. But I’m sure Dean searched in the bunker’s library when he had the time to before he died. He searched for a way to get Cas out. And then he died (unfortunately, it still hurts).

Which brings us to episode 15x20. The end of SPN is “good” in a sense that Dean wanted Sam to have a life, a normal apple pie life, so it’s a happy ending for that, because he achieved his goal but HE DESERVED to have that too, for himself, that or anything he wanted, not only for his little brother but FOR HIM AS WELL.

AND ABOUT CAS? Well about Cas, especially the crumbles we got with “Cas helped” I totally understand why people feel pissed about it, I kind of feel like that too now. But when I first saw this scene, I was happy to hear about Cas because I already knew he wasn’t in the last two episodes so I wasn’t going to be as disappointed as people that waited to see the episode when it aired.

We learn that Cas remade Heaven (with Jack’s help) to do a Heaven Dean deserves, and I - for me it was like Cas fucking succeeded to give Dean what he deserved. He not only saved his life multiple times, but also told him he loved him, made him believe that he did and gave him freedom (for a short amount of time, I’m really pissed about that for sure and I’m sure Cas is too, like he wasn’t expecting him so soon) but he also changed Heaven for him, to make one he deserved.

HE CHANGED THEE ENTIRE HEAVEN FOR THE MAN HE LOVES. I’m going to cry writing this, because that’s like the greatest love story ever told. And yes I would have done things differently, but I can’t and with what they gave us I do what I want. And we have an angel of the Lord, that rebelled against Heaven and that was dead, being back and building a new Heaven for Dean to enjoy eternity with the people he loved. He knew Dean was made of love and he needed a space to express it, and Cas gave it to him (with Jack of course) but damn *typing with tears in the eyes* that still hits me soooo damn hard. Because when someone love you enough to tell you they do without excepting something in return, sacrifice themselves while doing it without having an answer about whether their feelings are requited, and remake Heaven for you to have the afterlife/eternity you deserve, nothing can beat that. THIS here, this is what grabs my heart and clenches it every damn time. The greatest love story ever told. No one, NO ONE can change my mind.

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I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Sam is suffering the effects of the Trials, and it’s up to you and Dean to save him no matter the cost.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

You make sure no nurse or doctor comes in while Ezekiel is examining Sam. He places his hand on Sam's chest and he looks inside to see how much damage he has sustained since stopping the trials.

"Are you still able to cure things after the fall?" Dean asks.

"Yes, I should be, but he's so weak."

Dean's phone rings, and he answers it when he doesn't recognize the number.

"Who is this?" His face changes into something you don't recognize, and he motions for you to come outside with him. You bring your kids with you because you don't trust this angel around them. "Cas, what the hell is going on?"

"Castiel? Where are you?" you ask once Dean puts him on speakerphone.

"Metatron tricked me. It wasn't angel trials. It was a spell. I wanted you to know that," he sighs.

You can tell in his voice that he feels so bad about all of this.

"Okay. That's great, but we've got ourselves a problem."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Sam. He's--"

Dean cuts himself off because he can't bring himself to say the words.

"He's dying, Castiel. At first, he was okay, and now he's not. We've been praying to you all night. Where are you?"

"Metatron took my grace. I'm no longer an angel." He gives you a moment to process this before continuing. "Don't worry about me. What are you doing for Sam?"

"Uh, everything I can. There's actually another angel in there working on him right now," Dean says.

"What other angel?"

"His name is Ezekiel. Is he a good one?" you ask.

"Ezekiel. Yes. He's a good soldier. He should be able to help until I get there."

"No, that's not an option. Do not come here," Dean shuts him down. "There are angels out there. They came here looking for you, and they're pissed."

"Not all of them, Dean. Some are just looking for direction. Some are just lost."

"What are you talking about?" you ask.

"I met one. I think I can help her."

"No, Cas, I know you want to help, okay? I do, but helping angels is what got you in trouble in the first place. Now, I'm begging you, for once, look out for yourself. Until we figure out what the hell is going on, trust nobody."

"And do what? Just abandon them all?" Castiel sighs.

"Castiel, listen to what we're saying. There are thousands of angels out there looking for you, and you're human now. That means you bleed, eat, sleep, and all of the things you never had to worry about before."

"I'm fine, Y/N."

You're about to argue some more when the hospital starts shaking as if there is an earthquake.

"What the hell is going on?"

"What's happening?" Castiel asks.

"We have more company. Please, just go to the Bunker and we will figure it out together, okay?"

Dean hangs up the phone, and both of you rush into Sam's room.

"Is that one of yours?" you ask about the hospital shaking.

"Yes, they're trying to secure a vessel. We need to move."

"No, if we move him, he dies."

"If we stay, we could all die."

"Not if we ward the room," you suggest.

Dean grabs the first marker he sees and starts writing Enochian symbols on the walls to keep out the angels trying to come for him. Soon, he has this entire place locked down with symbols so that they can't get inside even if they wanted to.

"So, as long as these are up, no angels are coming in, right? No one's coming out. Are you gonna be okay with these?" Dean asks the angel.

"I'll manage." Ezekiel winces and flinches from a noise you and Dean can't hear. "They're here."

"Okay, you two stay in here and take care of Sam. I'm going to evacuate this hospital. Do not open this door for anyone but me," you say in determination.

"Let me go with you."

"No, Dean, stay here and protect our kids." You turn to Ezekiel with narrowed eyes. "Save Sam."

You kiss Dean quickly before slipping out of the room. The windows on either side of you shatter into tiny pieces, causing the glass to fly toward you. You run down the hallway and protect your face, but every window you pass explodes and sends glass your way. You reach the fire alarm and pull it so that everyone can evacuate the entire hospital.

"Everybody out! Now! Get out!" you yell at everyone.

You rush to the nurses' station and see a woman on the ground. You hold your hand out for her to take, and you help her to her feet.

"Are you okay? You need to get out of here."

You turn to see a man in a farmer's outfit stalking toward you with an angel blade in his hand. You step between him and the woman to protect her, but before you can do anything, the woman punches your head from behind and grabs your throat. She lifts you off the ground and glares at you.

"I'd rather not."

You smirk at her just as your eyes glow bright blue, and you send a blast of magic out from all sides of your body. Both angels are knocked off their feet, and you take off running toward Sam's room which is still warded. The female angel uses her powers on you, and you're slammed into the wall to your right. You groan in pain when your face connects with the shards of glass protruding from the frame of the window.

"Let me make this easy for you," she says as both angels walk toward you. "Tell me where Castiel is, or Sam's gonna wish he were dead."

"Good luck getting past the warding."

"Don't worry, we will." The male angel breaks the glass around a fire axe, and you know he's going to use it by breaking down the door. The female angel hauls you to your feet with fire in her eyes. "When we do, I'm going to strip off all his skin along with that husband of yours and your kids, and you're going to watch."

"Bite me, bitch," you growl.

The female angel punches you to the ground, and you laugh at her attempt to intimidate you. You turn and smile at her with bloody teeth, but you're not fazed by the injuries. You spit out the blood and go to stand up, but the female angel moves to kick you in the stomach.

You grab her leg and slam your elbow down on her kneecap, effectively breaking it. She falls to the ground in a cry of pain, and you crawl over to her and place your hand on her forehead. Your magic kills the angel inside, and her eyes and mouth shine bright with white light. Once she is dead, you look over at the male angel who is trying to break the door down with the axe.

The angel sees his dead friend on the floor, and he figures if he kills you, then he can get inside the room without anyone stopping him. He yanks the axe out of the broken door and stalks over to you.

"Wait, wait, wait," you pant, and he pauses. "I'll tell you where Castiel is. I just have one question for you."

"Ask," he glares.

"If Heaven is locked, then where do you go when I do this?"

With your magic, you create the angel-banishing symbol before slamming your hand onto the symbol. The angel's eyes widen as he is banished from the hospital hallway. When the white light fades, you're alone in the hallway. Joanna's cries can be heard from Sam's room, so you scramble to your feet and enter his room.

"Baby, I'm okay." Sam's monitors are beeping very loudly, and you know that he is dying quickly. "What the hell is happening?"

"This just started. With the warding, I'm afraid I'm weaker than I thought," Ezekiel sighs. Dean grabs the same marker and starts crossing off the symbols to give the angel his strength back. "I'm so sorry, Dean and Y/N."

"No, we had a deal! I fight, you save! Save him, please," you beg.

"I would if I could. I'm afraid it's too late."

"Are you kidding me? Are you saying there's no way to save my brother's life?"

"No good ways."

"What are the bad ones?" You and Dean make eye contact, and he sighs. "We're out of options here, Y/N. Good or bad, let me hear them."

"I cannot promise, but there is a chance I can fix your brother from the inside."

"From the inside? Do you mean possession? You want to possess Sam?" you gasp.

"I told you, no good options."

"The only way he can is if Sam says yes. How can he say yes if he won't wake up?" you wonder.

"Sam would never let an angel possess him. He'd rather die," Dean sighs.

Ezekiel, despite the pain he is in, gets to his feet. He waves his hands over the monitors which silences them.

"I'll give you two some time alone with him."

He starts to walk toward the door, but before he can leave, Dean stops him.

"Wait... If I consider this, and I mean consider it, I need you to tell me how bad he is."

Ezekiel walks over to Sam and places a hand on his forehead before touching Dean's. You place your hand on Dean's shoulder so that whatever Ezekiel is doing to Dean, he'll do to you. Much like the last time you went into Sam's head, you're transported from the hospital room into a cabin of sorts.

You're inside Sam's head, and he's not alone. You and Dean walk down the hallway and peek inside the living room to see Sam talking to Death himself.

"I must admit, when I heard it was you I had to come myself."

"I bet you get off on this," Sam scoffs.

"Perhaps, but not in the way you assume. I consider it to be quite the honor to be collecting the likes of Sam Winchester. I try so hard not to pass judgment at times like this, but well done."

"I need to know one thing." Sam takes Death's silence as a sign to continue. "If I go with you, can you promise that this time it will be final? That if I'm dead, I stay dead? Nobody can reverse it, nobody can deal it away, and nobody else can get hurt because of me."

"I can promise that."

Ezekiel removes you and Dean from his head since he doesn't have enough juice to keep you in there. Sam is ready to die. He is going to die, and his nieces won't get the chance to get to know him.

"What the hell are you doing, Sam?" Dean sighs.

"Dean, if you don't want him to die, then Ezekiel has to do this. It's your call. He's your brother," you say softly.

"How will it work?"

"Mutual benefit, I suppose. I heal Sam while healing myself."

"What happens when he is healed?" you ask.

"I leave. It's the best of a bad situation."

"Even if I said yes, it doesn't mean shit. Sam will never say yes, not to you."

"He would say yes to you," Ezekiel says. "All I need is a yes from you, and let me do the rest."

"Yes."

Ezekiel closes his eyes as he concentrates on talking to Sam. You're not sure what he's doing to him, but before you know it, the angel is expelled from his former host and into Sam.

"Come on, girls. We're leaving," you say knowing Sam will wake up.

The man who used to have Ezekiel in him collapses to the ground, and at the same time, Sam wakes up. In order to escape and not have to deal with the authorities you know are coming, you need to leave right now.

As soon as Sam is safe to walk on his own, you three escape with the kids before the authorities can come. The doctors rush back into the hospital to tend to their patients, but they don't pay you any mind.

"So? How's it look in there?" Dean asks.

"Not good. There is much work to be done."

"He's going to wake up, right?" you ask.

"He will."

"So, when he does, is he going to feel you in there?"

"He will not feel me, no. There is no reason for Sam to know I'm in here at all."

You and Dean look at each other in confusion as you reach the car.

"You have to be joking. He needs to know you're there."

"What will he do if you tell him he is possessed by an angel? Without his acceptance, Sam can eject me at any time, especially with me so weak. If Sam does eject me, he will die."

"Fine," Dean sighs, "we will keep this a secret for right now. Only until Sam is strong enough to be on his own. As for him being in a hospital, I'll have to figure something out."

"I can erase it all if you like. He will not remember any of this."

You hate lying to Sam especially when he doesn't trust you and Dean completely anyway. You know he will be pissed about this, but you don't have any other choice. You need Sam. Your kids need him. Dean needs his brother.

After everyone gets into the car, Dean makes his way back to the bunker. It's well into the night when you get to the halfway point, and that's when Sam wakes up. He is not Ezekiel, but Sam.

"Where are we?" Sam gasps, jerking awake.

"Whoa, Sam, take it easy," you say from the back seat. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired. Like I slept for a week."

"Well, try a day. You've been out since the sky was spitting angels."

"What the hell happened?" he groans.

"What do you remember?"

"The church, feeling like shit, the angels falling, and that's it."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Have you been driving around with me passed out for a day?"

"Oh, I mean, I stopped and let a few Japanese tourists take some pictures. Nobody got too handsy," Dean jokes. "I knew you'd pull through. I meant what I said at the church. You're capable of anything, Sam, and hell if you didn't prove me right."

"Good," Sam nods. "We got work to do."

You sigh and lean your head on the back of the seat. Something's telling you having this angel inside Sam isn't the best idea.

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