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slttygeto · 11 months

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MORE THAN THAT— LO’AK SULLY.

pairing: x fem! reader.

tags: childhood friends to lovers, a little bit of angst towards the middle, insecure lo’ak, reader is mad at him, lack of communication because i love pain, they’re both 18 during the second half! a little suggestive towards the end, this is a long one btw :].

word count: 7k (my longest fic!!!)

note: ive been writing this for about a month (on and off obviously) and i thought i might share it now that i finally decided where to end it (?), it’s not entirely proof-read, my amazing best friend @aurelianamu (check her neteyam piece its amazing) read some of it and told me what to fix, so the rest will be corrected along the way. thank you for reading!

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You are ten when you first meet the Sully’s, family of Toruk and Palulukan Makto.

Being the newest friend of Kiri, the second oldest didn’t hesitate to introduce you to her family, proud of the fact that she managed to make a friend so easily. You were shy, closed off and unsure of how to behave in the presence of the man that your parents told you many stories about. Your little child brain was curious to know as to how he behaved with his family, if he would be nice to you or strict and harsh, even if he had no reason to show anything besides kindness to his daughter’s newest friend.

“She is the same age as Lo’ak,” Kiri exclaimed with lots of excitement, holding your hand tightly while standing in front of her parents.

“Is that so?” Kiri’s mother, Neytiri, spoke with a gentle tone, smile adorning her lips which was unusual since she always seemed to be sporting a serious look on her face around The People.

“Who is the same age as me?” A voice spoke from behind you and suddenly, you were very aware of the fact that Kiri had more siblings than you—in fact, you had none. So you jumped slightly, a little surprised by the proximity of the boy.

“(Name), my friend!” Kiri’s excitement while introducing you warmed your heart but it also made you hyperaware of the looks you were receiving even if they weren’t malicious.

“Your friend?” Lo’ak stated in question, eyes scanning your face before puffing his chest out proudly like a peacock. “I bet being my friend would be more fun!”

Now, you weren’t expecting that. Kiri let go of your hand to push her brother back, almost telling him off at his attempt at stealing you away from her and you could only watch in horror as the bickering turned into hair pulling.

“Hi, I’m Neteyam.” Neteyam’s voice was soft and gentle, very similar to his mother’s and it made you relax for a moment before you realized you had to introduce yourself as well. Yet before you could speak, he was cutting you off with a nod. “(Name), I heard Kiri introduce you.”

You nodded back at him, eyes falling on the scene unraveling before you; Lo’ak and Kiri being scolded heavily by Toruk Makto himself, his eyes warning them that if they tried to say one more word, they would get grounded for a whole month.

“Ma Jake, be nice. We have a guest.” Neytiri tried to console.

“Exactly, so they should learn how to behave,” Jake Sully grabbed his kids and made them stand in front of you. “It’s up to her if she wants to befriend either of you, okay?”

“But dad! I found her first!” Kiri’s bottom lip quivered and you stepped towards her with a look of concern.

“Kiri, you’re my friend.” Lo’ak huffed at this, head dramatically turning to the side making his hair move with him. “Lo’ak can also be my friend.” Said boy’s ears perked up at this, face slowly turning to face you while scanning for any possible clues that you were just kidding.

Jake smiled at this, hand resting on top of your head before ruffling your hair. “Yeah? You wouldn’t mind befriending this knucklehead?”

“Knucklehead?” Your confusion only added to the fun of it and Jake chuckled before standing up straight.

“It means he needs someone to look out for him at all times.”

“Dad!” Lo’ak whined at the statement yet you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“Friends look out for each other, right?” Your question earned a nod of approval from Toruk Makto and that was all you needed before stepping forward, firmly holding Lo’ak’s hand in your own.

“Lo’ak and I are friends then.” The youngest boy stared at you in awe, feeling the tips of his ears warm up at the sincerity of your voice.

“Friends.”

You are twelve when you learn what a pinky promise is.

You loved hanging out with Kiri, yet she and the rest of her family couldn’t deny the obvious chemistry between you and Lo’ak.

Despite the youngster’s stubborn personality and disobedient nature, he became more tolerable around you. That didn’t mean that he stopped from causing trouble, but he was seen around you sharing toys, passing you bits of food that was handed to him by his mother and even went as far as to to grab a giant leaf from a tree to cover you when you curled yourself into a ball to sleep.

The same could be said about you, yet your personality was never a problem in the first place. Kiri knew you as the kind hearted young na’vi that you presented yourself to be and you didn’t change around any of her family members. Although, she was able to notice the way you let things slide for the sake of being close to Lo’ak, such as letting him near your personal space, allowing him to touch your hair and look at the beads while proudly showing off your mother’s choice of colors and even letting him redo one of your braids as you two sat in silence.

Kiri wanted to feel jealous of this, she did befriend you first but she couldn’t help but let her heart feel at ease. Her brother and closest friend got along and it was worth more than anything in the world.

“Lo’ak, aren’t all sky people bad?” you were currently in the middle of your play session with the young na’vi, and the latter halted his actions at your words to stare at you with furrowed eyebrows. He noticed your stare, how it lingered on Spider, their human companion for as long as they could remember, before returning his eyes back on you.

“My dad was once a sky person, he isn’t bad at all.”

“Your dad is Toruk Makto!” you exclaimed almost in disbelief at the fact that Lo’ak was insinuating that you were even thinking of lumping his dad with those terrible people who had once destroyed your home.

“I’m just saying, if my dad is nice and he once was a sky person, then it means there’s a chance good sky people exist.” Lo’ak answered with a shrug. He trusted easily, that was something you envied him for. You couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling whenever you stared at Spider and a part of you felt bad that your brain didn’t allow you to relax in the presence of a boy who had done nothing to you, his only crime was to belong to a race that caused you great pain and suffering.

“It could be true…” Your friend was able to sense your anxiety just by looking at your body shrink in its spot, your arms hugging your knees closer to your chest before resting your head there. He might’ve not been the softest out of his siblings, but he knew that you needed comforting ; any kind that is.

“Hey listen,” Lo’ak put his toy down next to you before leaning down to your level with his pinky finger up. “I promise that I won’t ever let sky people do anything to you, okay? Pinky promise.”

Despite the feeling of warmth that you felt at his words, the obvious confusion on your face was a telltale sign that you didn’t know what a pinky promise was.

“Pinky… promise?” your voice came out soft, hesitant as you mirrored lo’ak’s actions and the moment he hooked both of your pinkies together, you felt your heart strings tug in your chest.

“Yes. A promise that is never meant to be broken.”

At your silence, Lo’ak realized that you had been staring at his hand. Hard.

Upon figuring out what was so fascinating about his hand that it silenced you, he immediately tried to pull it back on his lap, regretting a little the fact that he got too comfortable showing you his hand, his filthy demon hand.

“No,” you started with a stern look, grabbing his hand to pull back next to your face and held his pinky finger up with much concentration on your face.

“I don’t judge, I like your hands,” you hooked your pinky finger once again with his and Lo’ak wasn’t able to shake off the funny feeling in his chest, how his heart leapt as he nervously gulped down the lump in his throat.

“Pinky promise?” His voice came out as a whisper, almost in disbelief that you were accepting of who he was and who he came from. he did believe that his father was the exception to use as an example to justify good sky people existing.

“Pinky promise.”

Fourteen and fifteen were an easy age, you got along most of the time and everyone was scared when the both of you teamed up against them. Yet sixteen and seventeen had proven to you that you were both strong minded and that made you butt heads often, only in harmless ways.

You two are eighteen you realize that the bickering and butting heads was just a love language of yours, that your disagreements would never take away from how much you cared for each other.

“You have got to be one knucklehead to do something like that!” You hiss at the boy who could only stare back at you with an equally murderous glare, clearly disliking the vocabulary you were using.

“I am no knucklehead if I just wanted to have fun.” He hissed in return, and it quickly turned into a groan when your hands tugged harshly at the bandage circling his arm, sending him a warning that you weren’t going to let it slide easily just because he was wounded.

“Fun on the war zone? I didn’t know that playing with your life is the newest form of entertainment.” His family watched in absolute entertainment as you two bickered back and forth. The argument kept shifting from humorous to serious and they didn’t know where to stand.

On the outside, it seemed as though you disliked one another, yet this was just another day for the Sullys where you and Lo’ak bickered so much, they had to get you two separated to make it stop.

“Shit- stop! that hurts!” he almost wailed, leaning back against the tree when you applied the ointment to the cut on his face and given the expression of disapproval you had on yours, Lo’ak could only mutter under his breath as he fixed his posture.

“Man, am I not allowed to complain now?”

“Lo’ak,” you started, and he could immediately sense your change in demeanor by how visibly deflated you looked.

“I’m okay,” He cut you off with a firm stare, but his hand held a warmth to it, a gentle reminder that he could never be mean to you for a long time as he rested his palm on top of your hand. “Really, it was just one reckless moment that is all.”

“You’ve been saying this for— Eywa knows how long, Lo’ak, it’s serious. You need to watch out.”

“You don’t trust me?” With his tone, you could tell he was genuinely curious to know what you felt about him as a warrior and his heart was ready to shatter into pieces, waiting for the usual answer that was chanted like a mantra by his father.

“I mean, I’m not as strong or as cool as big brother Neteyam, but I can be helpful on the field and–“

“Lo’ak, I trust you.” You were never one to lie, especially not when you let your eyes fall on his. Flashing him a small smile, your fingers applied the ointment on the rest of the cuts on his face in a much more delicate manner, taking in how his tail was swaying from side to side at your comment.

“Someone is a little happy,” you teased, hands gathering all the medical stuff that his grandmother had given you to put them back in their spot.

“I will push you off my Ikran next time we go on a ride.” the glare on his face was playful and you couldn’t help but pat his head affectionately.

“I can always call for my own Ikran you idiot.” He wasn’t even able to push you away when you leaned down with your pinky up to his face.

“Pinky promise, by the way,”

“Pinky promise?” You didn’t let him stay confused for long before grabbing his wrist to intertwine your pinky fingers together.

“That I trust you. With all of my heart.” and with that, you took off with your tail swaying softly from side to side.

Lo’ak observed you for some time after you left, ignoring how his face still stung a little from you tending to his small wounds. Sighing in exhaustion, he ignored the looks he was getting from Kiri who sat only a couple of steps away from him.

“Shut up.” He turned his head away when he saw his sister approach him with a teasing grin, ready to tell her off for the umpteenth time the same week for teasing him about the usual topic.

“I haven’t even said anything,” Kiri plopped herself next to her brother, immediately taking notice of how Lo’ak was able to see you every move from his spot.

“I know what you will say and you’re wrong.”

“So you’re just going to keep denying the obvious heart eyes you have for my best friend?” The girl na’vi raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“I don’t have heart eyes for my best friend too, if you haven’t forgotten yet, I would never do anything to ruin the friendship.” To say that Lo’ak was an idiot was an understatement.

Kiri had told him that a crush would never ruin the friendship but Lo’ak saw it differently. You were a comfort he never thought he could have in a person beside family, a safe space for him to runaway to whenever things got too stressful with his father, Jake, and most importantly you were a best friend, a ride or die and someone who cared about him too much for him to risk watching everything fall apart.

His heart squeezed at the white lie he told his sister, another moment of denial where he forcefully swallowed down any possible trace of romantic feelings for his best friend and Kiri sighed in defeat, having already given up on the topic for the day.

“If you say so, don’t be disappointed if she finds someone else.” She stood up from her spot on the tree, looking down at her brother who visibly flinched at the mention of you possibly finding a mate, a lifelong partner and someone who would proudly show you off before Eywa.

“I would be happy for her,” Lo’ak almost bit his tongue at his attempt to fool his own heart, to halt it from hammering so strongly against his chest and stop himself from feeling so upset at the thought.

“Brother, you’re a fool.” Was all what Kiri said before walking away towards you and starting a casual conversation as usual, asking you if you wanted to go on a ride on your Ikrans after making sure every warrior was safe and taken care of.

And Lo’ak could only watch with a tight jaw, flexing his hand in an attempt to stop himself from possibly punching himself in the face.

Maybe Jake was right, he was a disappointment. Someone who isn’t even able to maintain a proper friendship without falling hard for his best friend, and the uncertainty of keeping things strictly platonic with you was eating him up alive. He hoped that Eywa would make his worries go away, and perhaps find a solution to the mess he had created inside his head.

Eywa didn’t take long before answering his prayers, but it came with a cost.

Longing stares and hours of talking to one another way past curfew after sneaking out turned into cold shoulders and short conversations. The effort was barely there and you could tell Lo’ak didn’t even want to acknowledge your existence whenever you came around and it hurt, it pained you that you didn’t even know what you had done wrong to suddenly lose a person whom you held so dear to your heart.

Your lip quivered as you stared at the plate of fruits you had freshly cut up for Lo’ak, tears threatening to spill from your eyes when you remember how he harshly rejected your offer at spending time together.

“I have a meeting with my father. Later.”

“But Lo’ak we haven’t–“

“Don’t be so clingy, I said later. Go find someone else to eat the fruits with.”

Clingy? Someone else?

You didn’t want to eat them with anyone beside him. Having him call you clingy when he used to get excited to spend time with you, saved you the last bits of his food and would talk your ear off about his schedule, it was all confusing. You didn’t know what you had done wrong and if you were even able to fix it given how it was painfully obvious that you were the source of the miscommunication going on.

It felt like Eywa wasn’t on your side the past few weeks, and your heart squeezed in disappointment at how your strong faith was being questioned by such tough times. You never doubted your deity, believed that everything happens for a reason but what could possibly come out of being so abruptly separated from Lo’ak?

You headed back to your hammock and set the plate aside to grab your pen and paper. When everything felt like it was falling apart, writing seemed to be the safest option. You found comfort in spilling your worries to a sheet of paper and weren’t ashamed of it, in fact, you were praised greatly for it by Kiri who had told you that her mother would’ve definitely developed an interest to you and your ways of distressing.

Oh Eywa has it been difficult to breathe as of late. Lo’ak hates me, that I am sure of. I have been nothing but a good friend to him and I’m confused and heartbroken, I don’t know what to do Eywa and I want to talk to him, to ask him what caused to hate me so strongly. Maybe it’s my strong love for him? Have I pushed it too far?

To be truthful, you had been in a state of denial for quite some time now. You were a friend to Lo’ak, a companion and a person who was always by his side but your heart craved more.

It was the way your heart leapt whenever Lo’ak came around, throbbing when he sat next to you, leaving no space between the both of you. How your body tensed when he would place his hands on your shoulders and he would stare at you with concerned eyes, wondering if he had smacked your skin a bit too hard.

But you knew it was wrong. It was unacceptable for you to feel this way for your best friend, even more horrible to crave him in ways only two people who are mated want one another.

You felt rustling behind you and jumped at the noise, head whipping back with fearful eyes only to relax once you realized that it was just Neteyam.

You had grown to enjoy the boy’s company over the years and he was nothing but nice to you. The two of you had short yet sweet conversations and you could tell that Neteyam saw you as a sister, someone who belonged in the family more than anyone else.

“Thought you had a meeting with Mr. Sully?” your voice was small as you scribbled on your paper, lips pressed in a thin line and posture slouched as you leaned against the tree.

“Fix your posture, you’ll feel like you’re eighty when you’re twenty.” Neteyam tried to brighten up the mood, only to realize that it poor timing since you only flashed him a weak smile before giving a half assed attempt at sitting up properly.

“So no meeting, he just didn’t want to see me?” The boy flinched at your words and he wished you didn’t notice, but you were smart and you had a sharp eye. Things like body language and little white lies didn’t go unnoticed by you and yet Neteyam was confused on how you weren’t able to see through Lo’ak’s poor attempt at pushing you away because of how much he wanted you.

“He’s an idiot, but I promise you that–“

“Don’t…Don’t promise me something that might not happen,” you cut him off with a sharp intake of breath, your chest tightening and tears threatening to spill at any moment. You were growing tired of everyone reassuring you with words, only for Lo’ak to shatter any hope you’ve had that you two would make up from the nonexistent fight that you had.

“He thinks what he’s doing is the right thing, but it isn’t,” The eldest of the Sullys took it upon himself to wipe your tears away, thumbs caressing your cheeks in a delicate manner. “He is an idiot, but I want you to know that it’s paining him just as much,“

You scoffed at the words but never pulled away from the boy’s touch. “It pains him just as much? He’s the one who started it.”

“I know but–“

“Teyam,” your hand wraps around his wrist, and you gently pull it away from your face before holding his hand in your own. “It’s alright, I know you want to defend your brother and you have every right to do so but he hurt me, he’s causing me so much pain from a situation he created,”

“I’m not asking you to pick sides, but I’m also not going to let my pain get invalidated. I’m the one hurting here because he woke up on the wrong side of his hammock three weeks ago and decided not to utter a single word my way ever since.”

Neteyam could only sigh at your words. You were right, the situation was much more complicated than a simple disagreement between you two. Had you known the full story behind what was going on inside Lo’ak’s brain, maybe then it would feel fair to tell you that the boy was also in pain.

“Just do what feels less painful to you.” As if that was going to be easy, but the more you interacted with Lo’ak, the tighter your chest felt. You needed a break from the boy even if you knew that seeing him was enough to reassure you that he was doing okay.

This was the longest Lo’ak had ever sulked in a corner and everyone was starting to grow tired of it.

The boy was almost lifeless, barely engaging in any conversation with his family members. He ignored Tuk’s nagging and consistent request to play with her, brushed off Neteyam’s suggestion to go on a ride with their Ikrans and wouldn’t even talk back to Kiri and Spider.

He was unrecognizable to say the least.

Neytiri nudged her husband with a concerned look on her face, eyes silently begging him to do something about the boy who went from being the loudest to the most reserved.

Jake could only awkwardly shuffle in his spot before coughing to catch his children’s attention. Talking to his sons wasn’t his virtue, it felt easier to console his little girls but given how strange Lo’ak had been acting, it was finally time to have a heart to heart with his son.

“Son, let’s ride our Ikrans after dinner.”

Lo’ak didn’t even raise his head at the sentence, simply thinking that Jake wasn’t referring to him. It wasn’t until the silence had felt too long that Jake called again, this time making sure that he heard him.

“Son? Lo’ak?” said boy raised his head with a perplexed look, and Jake noticed how his food was basically untouched.

“Yes sir?”

“We’re riding our Ikrans after dinner.” Jake repeated, setting his plate to the side before nodding at Neytiri as a way of thanking her for the food.

“We?” the boy looked at his brother, unsure if he was hearing his father correctly.

“You and I, son.” Lo’ak grew nervous at this. He and his father weren’t on best terms most of the time given how their personalities clashed with one another, but he thought that giving it a try wouldn’t hurt anybody.

“Okay dad.”

After a poor attempt at finishing his food, Lo’ak finally decided to join his dad after hopping on his Ikran. He wasn’t entirely sure of what his father wanted to talk about but he hoped that it wouldn’t cause the two of them to start fighting as usual.

“You closed off on yourself,” Jake didn’t bother with trying to ease Lo’ak into the topic, he immediately pushed him inside. He could tell he caught his son off guard given the wide eyes and how his lips struggled to find the right words to say.

“And you’re not only hurting yourself but you’re also hurting people around you,” Jake wanted to see how far he could push his son before making him admit his obvious feelings for you, the one girl he and Neytiri were very sure that she was going to be their son’s future mate.

“I don’t have that many friends,” Lo’ak’s sarcasm could be sensed from miles away and Jake held back a sigh at how similar he and his son were. He hated that sometimes. seeing in his son a version of himself he was ready to bury.

“I’m glad that you’re acknowledging that (name) isn’t just a friend.” The eldest pushed his son a little further and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips at how nervous and awkward his son got.

“She is just a friend…”

“We’re definitely different when it comes to this,” Lo’ak raised his head at his father’s words, unsure of where he was going with this.

“I married your mom not long after I met her, didn’t have time for all this being in denial bullshit,”

“Mom wasn’t a childhood friend.”

“Yet I think if she was a childhood friend, it would’ve made me want to marry her even more.”

The beauty of growing up together, getting to tell the next generation that you’ve known who your soulmate was at a very young age is a privilege not a lot of people have, not when most Na’vi have their mates chosen for them. And Lo’ak was very much aware of that and yet he couldn’t help but think that no one would choose him, not when he was so… like himself.

“I just think…she can do better,” Sharing his biggest insecurity was challenging enough as it was, but doing so with his father felt rough on his heart strings. Lo’ak’s throat tightened up and suddenly he became hyperaware of his fast heartbeat and sweaty palms, wishing that he had chosen something else to say to save him from the discomfort he was feeling.

“Is that truly up to you to decide?” The boy blinked once then twice, trying to register the fact that pouring his heart out was easier than he anticipated. He couldn’t bring himself to formulate a sentence for a good ten seconds before he was looking away from Jake, the latter’s words finally getting to his head.

“Does it even matter if I let her decide?”

“Would you have wanted her to let you feel the same if roles were reversed?”

“Roles could never be reversed cause she isn’t a freak like me,” Lo’ak almost snapped back in response and he visibly tensed at how defensive he was getting.

“So you think she deserves better than some five fingered freak like yourself?” Jake was blunt as he responded, eyes boring into his son’s who could only nod in response, not catching onto the sarcasm lacing in his words.

“Seems like you don’t know her as well as you claim to do.” Jake dipped down with his Ikran and Lo’ak followed shortly after with his own companion, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the words coming out of his father’s mouth.

“Of course I do know her, she’s my best friend and I’m sure that she—“

“The reason why you like her so much is because she never cared about stuff like this. It’s been this way ever since you were a child, son.” Toruk Makto was now face to face with his son as their Ikrans came to a stop mid air. “For you to make her go through so much pain because you suddenly decided that she wanted to change her ways and morals is unfair in my opinion, both for her and yourself.”

“But to ruin the friendship—“

“Again, those are only assumptions you have made based off of pretty weak evidence—made up one since you didn’t even question her on whom has her attention or better yet, her heart.”

The picture was slowly coming together to Lo’ak now and the clearer it got, the more he realized just how badly he fucked up.

Three agonizing weeks of ignoring you, stopping himself from joining a conversation you were in and suspending any attempt you had thrown his way to hang out together, catch up and possibly ask him what was so wrong that he refused to talk to you.

Sure, it pained him so much but he knew how sensitive you were. In fact, he could tell from your big yellow eyes how deeply hurt you were everytime he rejected you, and Eywa, did it make his heart squeeze, almost shatter at the sight of tears brimming your vision.

Lo’ak knew he fucked up, and he could only pray to Eywa that he would be able to fix what could possibly cost him a friendship and perhaps his childhood sweetheart.

You had every right to be ignoring Lo’ak right now. That, he is totally aware of, and even knew that it was exactly what he deserved after ghosting you for no apparent reason.

But at this point, you were just torturing him.

Tonight, the Omaticaya decided that it was time to hold their weekly party at the end of the week, distressing and letting loose after a long week of hard work.

Those parties were fun, they were what everyone needed—what you needed most importantly and you weren’t going to deny it, you were looking forward to it even if it meant having to encounter Lo’ak since he was Toruk Makto’s son.

Things had started pretty well with everyone chatting and discussing thing such as how great of a leader Toruk Makto was, how they haven’t felt this safe in quite some time and that everything being under his control was something to be proud of as forest Na’vi.

And while Jake and Neytiri soaked in all the attention, the kids were doing their thing. Mostly chatting with their friends or in some cases, stalking some.

Lo’ak was aware of how creepy he looked just staring at you with an unwavering gaze but he was determined to have you lock eyes with him. If he wasn’t going to approach you, getting to see your eyes for the first time in a while would mean the world to him.

“You’re looking a bit menacing, brother.” Neteyam placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder, staring in your direction as well with a small smile on his lips.

“Huh? Well, I guess it’s not menacing enough to have her look my way.” Lo’ak mumbled under his breath, earning a lighthearted chuckle from Neteyam who could only pat his shoulder before squeezing it.

“You don’t want to look menacing or creepy, you want to look apologetic.” Lo’ak glanced at Neteyam after hearing those words and he knew how right his brother was but how? how was he supposed to look more apologetic than he already feels?

“Just walk up to her and see what happens.” Yeah, easier said than done.

“I will tell you what will happen. I will go up there and make a fool of myself because one, I don’t really know what to tell her and two, she will ignore me either way and I absolutely deserve it after treating her like shit because of something she’s not even responsible of,”

Lo’ak was frustrated but he couldn’t exactly do anything about it or even let himself feel this frustration without guilt washing over him.

It must’ve been horrible for you. But enough of feeling bad for you, he knew that despite what could possibly happen, he still had to confront you one way or another.

“Good luck,” was all what Neteyam said before walking away to let his younger brother decide on what he was going to do.

Luck

“Shit, I’ll need plenty of that.” Lo’ak mumbled before heading towards you through the crowd.

You could see Lo’ak and Neteyam from the corner of your eyes, you weren’t blind or clueless. You knew the two were talking about you just based on their body language. How unsure Lo’ak seemed and how playful the older brother was being and despite the fact that you thought it was endearing, you were still very mad at Lo’ak, and rightfully so.

It took them a couple of minutes to finish their conversation before Lo’ak was walking towards you and in a state of panic, you let go of whatever was in your hand and started heading out of the crowd, to a more secluded area. Anything to get away from Lo’ak as soon as possible.

You didn’t dare to look back, footsteps fast and unfaltering as you walked deeper into the forest with Lo’ak right behind you. Maybe if you didn’t perceive him, he would magically disappear.

“If anything, you know I’m the fastest runner between you and I,” his voice was uncertain, as if he was testing waters while still half-chasing you and you completely ignored his words, very determined on getting him to get off your tail.

“Going deeper into the woods won’t make me lose sight of you,”

“Did your tail get prettier?” was he staring at your tail?

Lo’ak was taken aback when you abruptly came to a stop and whipped your head fast to look at him and he wishes he could take back every bad thing he’s done to you, he wishes he could undo the past few weeks but he can’t, and he certainly can’t erase the pain in your eyes, how utterly confused and broken you must be feeling now that he’s suddenly trying to talk to you again.

“Listen-“

“No, no- you will listen. Because clearly that’s not what you wanted to do for like a month.” Your index finger was almost in his face but he didn’t back away or flinch, he let you be as mad as you wanted to be.

“I didn’t do anything to deserve what you did to me. I was a good friend! I was patient and forgiving, I kept finding stupid excuses for your lame ass while you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were openly ignoring me for whatever reason!”

Lo’ak could tell you weren’t breathing properly while talking, and he wanted to hold your face and get you to calm down but touching you seemed off the table right now.

“And you come back and tell me my tail looks prettier?”

“I was just-“

“I’m still talking.” Your stern voice made him seal his lips shut, but he couldn’t help how his heart leapt a little in his chest. He had to fight the smile that was forming on his lips because he really didn’t want you to think he wasn’t taking you seriously.

“I appreciate you telling me my tail looks prettier but that does not and will never compensate for how shitty you made me feel lately.” Your voice was less harsh and smaller. He could tell you were slowly letting the tough façade fall apart because you weren’t used to getting hurt this badly. It drained you so much having him hurt you like this, and it made Lo’ak drown deeper in the guilt.

“I know it won’t, but I promise it hurt me just as much.”

“Then why did you do it?” Eywa, he wishes he could tell you.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Then we cant be friends again.” Your response was quick and dry. Lo’ak felt like he was quickly losing you the more he spoke and that absolutely terrified him.

“No, you don’t get it. If I tell you, I will lose you.”

“Is there anything to lose at this point?” Lo’ak was starting to realize how badly he fucked up the moment you said this.

“Wha- of course there is?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared down at you and for the first time, you weren’t glaring at him. Your eyes were slowly filling up with tears, breathing getting quicker by the second.

Lo’ak reached his hands towards your face to test the waters and when you didn’t flinch or pull away, just kept your eyes locked with his, he knew just how badly you needed to be held.

“Oh I’m so terrible, aren’t I?” He almost cooed at you, hands holding your face with his thumbs caressing your cheeks and your little nod before blinking some tears away.

“So… so terrible.” you nuzzled against his hand, a hiccup escaping your lips as you held back a sob.

“Eywa,” Lo’ak whispered, stepping a little closer to you so he could rest his forehead against yours. “You mean so much to me and it’s… terrifying.”

Your confusion only pushed him to continue, his nose brushing against yours and suddenly you were aware of how close—how intimate the position you were in. But you didn’t mind, your heart was racing yet you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away this time.

“If I mean so much to you, why hurt me?” your voice was small, almost too afraid to speak louder and ruin the moment.

“I thought hurting you would get you to hate me,” Lo’ak swallowed hard, eyes focused on your lips before staring right back at yours once again. “and you would realize that you deserve someone better than me.”

“And you think you have the right to choose for me?” your hands slowly moved up towards his shoulders and at first, he thought you were going to push him away. It wasn’t until he felt you press your body closer before wrapping your arms around his neck that he realized that you were doing the complete opposite.

“I chose you—Eywa chose you for me, and she is never wrong.” And you were right. As if your skin glowing in the dark wasn’t already beautiful, the forest decided to bless your moment even further.

Seeds of the sacred tree were floating all around you both, the pure spirits giving Lo’ak the reassurance and the tiny push he needed to finally close the distance between you two.

Your breath hitched when you felt his lips brush against yours, but you were growing impatient with the small amount of hesitance left in him.

“Promise me that you won’t hurt me again,” your words were hushed, breath quickening when you felt him pull you in closer by your hips.

“I promise.” the stars illuminated the sky and the night was threatening to get colder. But when Lo’ak was pulling you impossibly closer, your cheeks flushed with heat. His fingers traced the skin on your hipbone before digging in harshly, your sharp intake of breath making his eyes wander down to your lips once again.

“It’s unfair…“ your whisper caught him off guard and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion before they rose high when your hands slid down to caress his arms, gently moving towards his chest to rest your hands there. You looked up at him through your lashes, and if Lo’ak wasn’t aware of his feelings for you, he would think you were trying to make him fall deeper in love with every bit of you.

“What is unfair?”

“That you’re taking so long to kiss me,” your hands gently grabbed his face, holding his jaw to tilt his head down towards you. “I see you, Lo’ak.”

You didn’t need for him to say it in return—he wasn’t exactly able to with his lips pressed against yours in dizzying manner. You never thought you could grow more nervous around Lo’ak yet he seemed to have a knack for surprising you everytime, especially with his hands gripping the back of your thighs to pull you up and wrap your legs around his waist.

“I see—I see you too,” when he pulled away, panting from the kiss and eyes glazed with what appeared to be a mixture of lust and admiration, you could only squeeze your legs around his waist with a small smile.

“Already so out of breath?” your lips brushed against his nose in an endearing manner, fingers tracing his cheek to take in every little detail that made him who he is—yours.

“You dont know what you do to me,” he slowly backed you up against a tree, your cheeks flushing when you realized just how intimate the position you were in.

“Maybe I would like to find out,” Your teasing, your playful tone and your eyes that were clearly so lost in his, were constant reminders of how special he felt around you.

He, who had the honor of being your one and only, could only pray that Eywa approved of his love and devotion for you.

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#avatar: way of water #loak fluff #loak x you #loak x reader #avatar x reader #loak fanfiction #loak angst #loak headcanons #loak imagine #avatar loak #loak x y/n #moon's works

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blindmagdalena · 7 months

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Homelander POV with “looking at wedding ring in finger”

from this prompt list. just some rambling fluffy homelander x reader feelings. 🖤

To a man with enough strength to juggle approximately a dozen Mack trucks with minimal effort, there are few things in this world that he would earnestly consider heavy. Except for, it turns out, a single gold band around his ring finger. He's barely left it alone since he put it on, always either twisting it on his finger or flexing his gloved hand just to feel it shift, hyperaware of the weight of it.

Not because it's uncomfortable. It's new, certainly, and it's taking a little getting used to, but not because he doesn't like it. He just can't quite believe it's real. That you're real.

Before the ring, Homelander would scrounge for a variety of ways to remind himself of the reality of you. He would spray your perfume under the collar of his suit or carry any kind of tactile article of yours with him. Something tangible to keep him grounded when he is so characteristically prone to flying, both literally and off the handle.

Now, all he need do is tighten his fingers together, or press his thumb to the band. Even through his gloves, he can feel the metallic press of his wedding ring. It soothes him, gives him something easy and inconspicuous to fidget with, and without fail it makes him think of you.

A comfort in and of itself.

It feels good to call himself a married man during interviews. He can wield it like a shield or a blade, depending on the context. Your existence alone is enough to protect him, affording him a sense of normalcy that he's lacked for the majority of his life.

His experiences in this world have been so utterly alien, with every human part of him fabricated by Vought.

Not you. You're genuine, you're real, and you're entirely his.

No more sickly sweet stories of a family that never existed. No more gritting his teeth through recollections of baseball games he never played. He no longer needs to read scripts to appear human to the world. When he talks about you, it's like he comes alive on screen for the first time in his life. You protect him without ever having to even be there.

And yet you are there. Any time he glances off camera, or off stage, he can almost always find you in an instant. You never fail to smile, to wave, to be present when he looks for you. It's not just the heat of his skin that gives the ring warmth, it's the love you leave in it when you kiss it every morning before he puts his gloves on.

It's you. The warmth is you.

"Heyyy," you coo as he walks backstage, opening your arms to him. He immediately scoops you up into an embrace, lifting you clean off of your feet and spinning you in a little circle, startling a giddy laugh out of you.

"Whoa, what's all this about?" You ask, arms looped around his neck, a slightly bewildered edge to your smile.

"You saved me out there," he says. He can tell the depth in his tone catches you off guard by the way your eyes widen, expression faltering. "You did. Y'always do. Thanks."

He knows by the lingering confusion in your gaze that you're not sure what he means, but that's fine. You'll understand. He'll thank you properly when it's just the two of you, and he can write his gratitude on every inch of your body with his lips, his tongue, his fingers.

"I love you," he says, kissing you with such intensity, the two of you forget for a moment that you aren't alone.

"I love you, too," you say breathlessly, blinking yourself back to reality, thoroughly flustered. "Phew, wow, alright. Good, so..."

You glance around, taking note of the number of people trying their best not to stare while very clearly needing Homelander's attention, but all he can focus on is you.

"You better get back to work," you say, trying to put some authority in your voice.

He grins, setting you back on your feet. "S'pose I better," he agrees, though his hands linger on your waist a little longer. "Wait for me?"

"Always," you vow, the glint of your own ring catching the light as you touch his face. You give his cheek a playful little smack. "Now go. Before you ruin both our makeup," you chide, smiling as he slips off, casting one last look back at you.

He squeezes his hand into a fist, feeling that ring firm between his fingers.

It brings him such peace that even when you're not with him, you're never really gone from him.

#homelander x reader #homelander #homelander x you #ask and you shall receive #FLUFF #big time fluff #two fics in one night??? who am i #my writing

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ma1dita · 1 month

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Hii!! Congrats on 23!!! I love your writing!! Idk if you write for Jason Grace, but if you do could you do something with a daughter or Dionysus reader where it’s just her trying to loose him up a little bit? Or maybe them at a party?? Thank you so muchh!

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

jason grace x dionysus!reader

a/n: underage drinking lol but that comes with a dionysus!reader ,,, ty for the request my love!

wc: 683

“So you’ve like, never been to a party?”

You’re smacking on a piece of gum as the both of you watch the party come alive in your cabin. Cabin 12 was always the place to be on weekends with it just being you and Pollux, and everyone knows that no one can throw a party like a Dionysus kid. Though with the way Jason’s leaning against the corner of the wall you both take up with a beer in hand, it’s like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Ever since his arrival at Camp Half-Blood, you’ve come to notice that there is possibly no version of him that is ever at ease.

“Never really had the time.”

Well, that just won’t do.

You teach Jason all the things a teenager usually does at a party, from drinking a few cups of spiked punch (which was much more pleasant than the beer), to dragging him onto the dance floor once the drinks set in (he thinks he likes spinning you around until your laughter bubbles over like sparkling champagne), to finally getting him to join a few party games. Jason killed it at cup pong, watched you annihilate other campers at king’s cup, until an Aphrodite kid insisted you end off the night with 7 minutes in heaven. A chorus of both groans and cheers were heard around the room, and Jason looks at you confused. His glasses glint under the fairy lights and you giggle at his lost puppy look.

7 minutes in his father’s domain didn’t seem like a good game to him, so he leans in to listen to you whisper the mechanics of it all. His cheeks redden, and he’s unsure if he wants to play.

“Come on, it’ll be fun, sparky.”

You gave him the nickname because he always looks like someone’s lit a fire under his butt—too uptight and cordial for your liking.

Sitting around while mismatched couples took their turns in your linen closet wasn’t really Jason Grace’s idea of fun, but he supposes he doesn’t really have a good grasp on that either. He trusts you though, for what it’s worth. A son of Jupiter having full faith in a daughter of Dionysus must be a deadly combination.

When Piper calls out both of your names, he supposes that could be fun. You grab his wrist and he follows you into the dim closet, everyone’s voices muffled through the closed door.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, even if no one else can hear him but you. Your smile is intoxicating when it’s directed at him, he realizes, and he wonders if he’s finally drunk.

“Yeah. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Jace,” you say sincerely. At a wave of your fingers, the hesitation and impairment from the punch subsides a little; a light buzz settles in your stomachs. Jason pushes his glasses up and then dares to ask, “So what do people usually do when they’re in here?”

You raise your eyebrows. You didn’t think you’d have to spell it out for him.

“Um, well…they kiss. Or other things…”

“Oh.”

You giggle at his shock, leaning in slowly and waiting for him to make the final move. Jason closes the distance and there are a few things that surprise you about this kiss. It’s intense, lips molding onto yours with the passion he puts into everything he does, wanting to do the job well. Whether it be the waning effects of alcohol or a static shock—it made the both of you hyperaware, lightly panting before his hands pull you in by the waist and you smile into the scar on his lip, grabbing onto his tshirt. You tilt your head to the side and let him consume you once more, a floaty feeling in your chest until you realize—the both of you are actually flying.

A muffled groan leaves him when his head hits the lightbulb, sparks flying out as you land in his arms.

Lips locking through the laughter, Jason finally understands why you would think this is fun.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#jason grace x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #made by ma1dita ♥︎

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olderthannetfic · 9 months

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I’d like to appeal to the advice of your followers with a question concerning the degree of realism of sex in smutty fanfic. Two questions really. I know fanfic is not reality- but if (almost) all authors describe certain things in a specific way, I start to wonder if I missed something. And since I write a bit myself, I’d like to get things right.

The first is about bruising. A tight grip on arms or hips is apparently enough to cause bruises. I have participated in enthusiastic and even rough sex and never, ever got bruised. So I decided to test it out with my husband and asked him to try and bruise my arm by gripping it. Even a very tight grip caused no bruises. I only got (mildly) bruised after asking him to apply full force, which took him some effort and was seriously painful. It really hurt and not in the sexy way. Now maybe I bruise less easy than most but encounters with table corners etcetera say otherwise. So am I missing something here, or did smut writers collectively decide that bruising is sexy and therefore bruises are easily caused by a tight grip?

The other thing is about soreness. In all or most fics, not only fanfic but also conventional straight romance novels, passionate sex means the receiving party will be sore enough to be limping the day after or even have trouble sitting down. In my personal experience, very rough, slam-in-as-hard-as-you-can fucking both vaginal and anal does not result in any observable soreness afterwards while walking or sitting. The insides may get chafed, yes, rubbed raw even, depending on the use of lube, and that will be supremely noticeable during consequent bathroom visits or the next fuck session if it follows soon after the first, but that’s it. The only soreness I ever had was muscle soreness in my thighs or other limbs if the position took some physical effort to maintain. But internal soreness, never. So again, did writers collectively decide soreness is sexy, or what’s happening?

I'm pretty sure they're both just Law of Horny.

Yes, probably some people do bruise more easily than you, but the way this is described in fic is as though those hands had finger paint on them. We're talking full on hand prints after a few minutes of slightly hard gripping. Nobody bruises like that unless they have a medical problem where they should be a lot more careful during sex. Haha.

TBH, the kinds of characters who end up with hip bruises are usually also the ones who have milky white/jade/etc. skin the narrative obsesses over. It's the same ones whose necks get marked up and obsessed over. It's one of those 'you're too pristine, so I'm going to come all over your face' kinks.

As for soreness... I think "sore" vs. "chafed" is just word choice. Authors may not mean muscle soreness. I've definitely managed to make the chafed feeling last for a while by using absurdly large dildos, and everybody in porn has a massive pornstar dick...

That said, while I've certainly had that sensation where something feels different the next day such that you notice it while walking around, not just in the bathroom, it's not your glutes. It's not usually deep inside either. It's more just the opening, where all the nerves are. The way people describe sitting gingerly is silly: Sure, you might be hyperaware while changing position because that area stretches a little, but it's described like the aftermath of flogging.

I think this is just the "Dick so big it rearranged your guts" style of smut writing where the body is ~forever changed~ by this particular sex even though people are made of a bunch of stretchy muscles that are going to go right back to what they were doing before. I mean, I guess you could forever fuck up the cartilage in your knee while doing something stupidly athletic, but that's not hot.

Do I believe somebody identifies with these porn tropes? Sure. Bodies vary. But there's definitely a canned porn version everybody uses, and I doubt it's because they're drawing from personal experience.

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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Toxic red flags but they are actually red flags

Gale: gets jealous very easily. You'll be questioned about any other guy you mention or act friendly with. Will always bring up the time you suggested a threesome with Halsin whenever you argue back. The insecurity steams from the fact he still isn't fully over Mystra, so he assumes you're also never truly over any of your exs or crushes and becomes hyperaware of all of your friendly interactions.

Astarion: only shows his true emotions when the two of you are alone, resulting in you looking desperate and clingy around him in public because he pretends to be indifferent. Secretly enjoys it even if it embarasses you around your friends. There is always this small part of him that likes having control over you even if it's in a small amount like making it seem you're the one who cares more about the relationship than him no matter the truth.

Wyll: too friendly to strangers, too willing to cut your date short if someone he knew came to talk to him. Whether it's for the blade of frontier or the archduke son, keeping appearance and remaining friendly is one of his top priorities. Might come off as flirty even, if you ask him about it he'll say it's not serious and just to keep his reputation. Will lose some respect for you if you befriend any demons.

Halsin: he absolutely refuses to put any labels on what the two of you share, never calling it a relationship even after the two of you move together and have kids. Even when you bring him to meet your family, he still denies it being a relationship and says you are free to be with whoever in front of your parents.

Minthara: never initiates affection. You always have to be the one to plan dates, hold her hand, call her endearing names, and cuddle her at night. Besides sexual acts and possessive flirting, she really doesn't bother much with romance or soft stuff. Even if you express you like it, she will tell you it's a waste of time and still mircodose you on poisons in every kiss.

Shadowheart: too dependent on you to lead her through this relationship and life. Fully expects princess treatment while you have to be the one to make the move to start the relationship and take it to the next level. Doesn't bring up the things that bother her and acts distant instead, only talks about it if you corner her.

Laezel: you will always feel like you're on the back-burner in her life. Like you come second to everything she actually cares about, she still treats you with the same harshness she'd to a stranger and you think you got used to it but sometimes it stings a lot especially in arguments. She genuinely doesn't she what she did wrong and why she should treat you more special than other people.

Karlach: too willing to escalate a public disagreement into a fight. It was endearing when she'd punch anyone who threw an inappropriate comment at you, but the more you two dated the less tolerant she had in general to anyone wronging you no matter how small. Absolutely vindictive and willing to go kick the shit out of a merchant for selling slightly old vegetables instead of fresh ones.

Raphael: besides all the obvious red flags, the funniest one is that he actually, genuinely, honest to god needs to look at a picture of himself to reach climax during sex. Either a painting or even his own reflection, he will never finish otherwise no matter how good you are.

#♡Gale #♡Wyll #♡Astarion #♡Shart #♡Laezel #♡Karlach #♡Minthara #♡Halsin #♡Raphael #♡dark content #dark content because I like those red flags I'm not gonna be normal and healthy about them like i want them to get worse

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arctickat2400 · 9 months

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Celebration ∞ Prince Kit

Prince Kit x Reader

A/N: This is my first Richard Madden fanfic/imagine. I thought of this the other day and I'm now just getting to writing it. I didn't have any notes like I usually have for my stories so I'm not really sure if it came out how I wanted it to or not. But either way, hope y'all enjoy it and please request more if you're into Richard and his characters, or you can request other people/characters as well.

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Being queen had its advantages - your closest friends were royalty from around the world and you could throw galas and balls whenever you want to, among other things. More specifically, being the wife of your husband Kit came with many advantages, too. For your birthday, Kit would throw a huge gala in your honor. He knew you weren’t big on parties and huge crowds, but how could he not throw such a party to celebrate the love of his life? This also allowed all your friends from all the kingdoms to come and celebrate with you. This allowed you to see the joy it caused all the people invited as they danced and talked to people they don’t get to see often because they have their own kingdoms to rule. And it made you so happy to see them all so happy, having a carefree night to enjoy themselves and have fun. You also got to dress up, which you loved, and seeing how everyone dressed up in their respective kingdoms piqued your interest.

However, being queen and attending such events had their disadvantages. You were not big on parties, as was stated previously. Although you loved your friends and loved seeing everyone having a good time in your kingdom, crowds made you anxious, and being in the company of so many people for so long made you tired and drained. And no matter how much you loved your dress and loved dressing up, your mind seemed just a bit more hyperaware than usual of how tight your corset felt.

After your dance with Kit to celebrate your birthday, you’d been chatting with some of your friends, talking about the things going on in your different kingdoms, laughing about random things. Every now and then, a king, queen, prince, or princess would come up to you and wish you a Happy Birthday, to which you would respond graciously with “thank you” or something alike. Another friend or two would join your previous conversation, but after a while, you started to feel lightheaded.

You excused yourself from your friends, telling them simply that you needed a break and for them to enjoy the night before you make your way up to the balcony to overlook the gala. On your way, you passed by Kit to see him conversing with some of his own friends, kings from neighboring kingdoms, and some princes who haven’t ranked up just yet. Kit let out a joyous laugh and it made you smile, the way his smile reached his sparkling eyes. It’s already been a year since you married Kit, and yet, you still couldn’t get enough of your husband.

Balling up your dress in your fists to lift the hem of your dress, you ascended the stairs up to your balcony, sighing as you were finally able to sit down. The night was hardly over and you were already getting close to being done, you were so tired. Of course, no one would mind if you left early, but you wanted to be there for everyone, to relish in the festivities. Plus, Kit had done so well with the whole celebration and worked so hard to create a night in honor of you, you didn’t want to miss a thing.

As you people watched from your throne above the ballroom, you spotted Kit, speaking with a different group of people. He laughed once more. It seemed he was hardly without a smile on his face, which made you so much happier that you were married to him. Before him, you’d been in a rough place, but after him, everything seemed so much brighter. He made all the bad days good again. He could put a smile on your face with just a simple hug or kiss on your forehead. Everything was just so simple with Kit.

Just then, Kit’s eyes locked with yours, his ocean eyes swimming with such love and adoration, it was almost overwhelming. You offered him a sweet smile in return of his before the Grand Duke came up behind him and whispered something in his ear. Kit nodded and the Duke walked off. Kit met your eyes once again before turning back to his friends. Your eyes wandered off around the room, then.

“Is everything alright, my queen?” The Captain inquired beside you as you rubbed at your forehead, willing away the on-coming headache and lightheadedness.

“Oh, yes, just feeling a little out of it is all,” You answered him, trying to give him a reassuring smile.

“Can I get you anything? Something to drink?” He insisted.

“No, thank you, Captain. I was thinking about going to get some fresh air here soon, actually. I’ll probably get something on the way out.” You responded, and he nodded, keeping guard next to you while looking out over the crowd. He knew you’d ask if you needed anything.

Just as you were about to stand to go outside, Kit made his way up the stairs and was by your side in what seemed like seconds. You offered him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes as your headache had gotten progressively worse and your corset seemed to have gotten tighter.

“Hello, darling. Are you alright?” Kit asked as he knelt down in front of you, taking your hand in his. He hated standing over you, looking down at you, so if you were sitting, he would get down to your level, to be able to look you in the eye.

“Yes, I’m fine, my love. Just needed a break, is all. You know how I am,” You squeezed his hand reassuringly. Kit let out a slight chuckle. “How are you? Having a good time?” You requested.

“Of course. I just hope you are as well. I would hate for something to be wrong during your own celebration,” Kit acknowledged. You assured him that you were having a great time, steering away from the fact that you were not feeling quite yourself. You didn’t want him to worry, because you know he would.

“But, I was just about to head out for some air,” You mentioned. “I should be back shortly.” You added.

“Would you like some company, princess?” Before you were married, Kit had come up with many nicknames for you. Although you were now queen, he continues to call you princess sometimes.

As much as you would love some alone time with Kit, maybe a nice walk through your garden on such a beautiful night with him, you declined. You needed some alone time, despite hating spending even a second away from him. You knew the longer you spent with him, the more he would notice something might be wrong. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Go entertain our guests. I shouldn’t be long,” You stated. Kit left it at that, not wanting to pressure you.

Instead, he stood up, leaning over to the Captain, asking him to keep an eye on you, although you could hardly hear over the music and voices. The moment Kit married you, he assigned the Captain as your personal guard. He didn’t trust anyone more than he trusted the Captain, so who better to look after his love than his right-hand man? Kit took both your hands in his to help you stand before you wrapped your arm around his. He began guiding you down the stairs to the main floor, the Captain following close behind.

At the end of the stairs, Kit pulled you in close and placed a kiss on your forehead before he went back into the ballroom and you made your way outside. You walked down the path towards the garden. You wished you had taken Kit up on his offer to accompany you. Of course, you loved being alone, but you loved being alone with him even more.

Suddenly, despite your still closeness to the palace, the sounds of the music started to fade away, and your vision began to blur, stars that were not from the night sky obstructing your sight. You stopped in your tracks as your head pounded and your stomach swirled with unease.

You bent forward, your hands on your knees despite all the fabric of your dress, and the Captain was by your side instantly.

“Are you okay, Your Majesty?” Captain exclaimed, one hand on your back, the other around your arm. You breathed heavily, you couldn’t see, your legs became weak, and you collapsed to the ground. The Captain knelt behind you and you leaned back against him, your eyes squeezed shut.

“We need to get you inside, my queen,” Captain insisted. You opened your eyes once more when you felt the Captain lift you into his arms, then everything went dark.

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Kits POV

I should have gone with her. She didn’t seem like herself. But, I know she likes her alone time, so I granted her that. Shouldn’t she be back by now? As I spoke to a close friend of mine, I was about to go find Y/N but one of the guards came up to me before I could.

“My King, you need to come right away,” The guard insisted, and my mind thought of the worst.

“What’s happened?” I questioned, my brows furrowed as I turned to him and he began leading me out of the room.

“It’s the queen, Your Majesty,” He didn’t have to finish his answer before I came to a run towards our bedroom. Once I was in sight, the guards stationed outside our room opened the doors and I rushed inside. My eyes immediately drifted to the bed to see my love, her eyes closed, her face pale. She was changed from her dress to more comfortable clothes, her hands placed on her stomach. I rush to her side, sitting close to her on the bed, taking one of her hands in mine. I caress her cheek, hoping to coax her eyes open, but they remain closed. I look up to see the Captain standing beside the bed and then to the doctor on the other side who had just finished looking over Y/N.

“What happened? Is she alright?” I demanded, looking between the two men before landing on the Captain who answered first.

“She’s okay. She fainted while on her walk outside. But, she’s going to be just fine, Mr. Kit,” Ever since I first met Y/N, that was when I had the Captain start calling me Kit and he continues to do so to this day. Since my father, only two people call me by my first name - Y/N and the Captain.

“Thank you, for staying with her. I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if she’d been alone,” I worried as I looked back to Y/N, lifting her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.

“Sir, I believe I have some information that may be of importance to you,” The doctor’s voice brought my gaze to him, silently telling him to continue. “Her Majesty will need lots of care as she is with child,” My eyes grew wide. Oh, how I wish Y/N were awake so I could relish this magnificent moment with her. I guide my gaze back to my queen, a smile coming to my lips and a single tear sliding down my cheek.

“We’ll leave you two alone,” I barely heard the Captain comment as he gestured for the doctor to follow him out of the room. My sole focus was on Y/N.

I leaned toward her, pressing my forehead to hers. “My baby girl,” I sighed as I brushed my thumb over her cheek. There were no words that could tell just how much I love this woman, no actions that could show just how amazing she is. From the moment I saw her, I knew she was the one. And now, she’s growing such a great gift.

Y/N needed to rest, but there was no way I could leave her. I removed my jacket before moving to lay beside her, propping up against the headboard. Just then, she moved to lay her head on my chest, her hand against my stomach. “Hello, my precious girl,” I whispered to her. I let her get comfortable, my adoration for her becoming tenfold as she nuzzled her nose against my chest. I brushed the back of my hand against her cheek, soothing her.

Slowly, Y/N’s eyes opened. She took a deep breath before guiding her head up to look at me, my never-ending love for her the only emotion she could find.

“I’m guessing you know,” Y/N stuttered, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. I only hoped they were tears of joy and not sadness or fear.

“I do, my sweet girl, and can I just tell you I am over the moon with delight, my love!” I marveled. She stared up at me, stunned. “You’re not mad?” A tear slipped from her eye.

“Of course not, darling. How could I possibly be mad about something as wonderful as having a child with the love of my life? This is absolutely amazing and I can’t tell you how much I love you, baby.” I finished, my eyes filling with their own tears. I shift down to lie beside Y/N as she positions herself on her back. I hold myself above her, looking deep into her beautiful blue eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She places her hand against my cheek, “I love you so much, my Kit,” She beams, and I can’t hold back a smile before I lean down and press my lips to hers. The kiss is passionate, every emotion I feel for her in a single kiss.

Shifting down, I cup her waist in my hands and press my lips to her belly. My whole face brightens at the sound of her laugh. Oh, what this woman does to me. Laying beside her, I hold Y/N in my arms, her head laying against my shoulder, my hand placed over her tummy, rubbing the smooth skin there. “I love you, my sweet girl,” She hums in response as I take pure delight in the feeling of my queen in my arms.

#fluff #cinderella #prince kit #prince kit x reader #cinderella imagine #prince kit imagine #cinderella 2015 #richard madden #richard madden x reader #richard madden imagine

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bassguitarinablackt-shirt · 10 days

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hey do u have any hcs for leo, reyna, or rachel?? :)

I DO INDEED!!!! although for my leo and reyna hcs keep in mind im only on son of neptune so im coming from a place of limited knowledge

leo:

that boy is NOT cishet. hes pan as fuck and his gender is whatevers funniest to him in the moment

listens to beyonce and lady gaga religiously

had crushes on both jason and piper

has really fucked up teeth, personal hygiene who?

basically lives off of coca cola

keeps trying to jokingly flirt with percy, annabeth is not happy about this

I JUST KNOW THIS BOY WOULD BE A THEATER KID, not a performer though hed be backstage

really likes painting and drawing but hes not exactly good at it so he doesnt do it often because looking at his art makes him hate himself

almost always listening to music

has really bad seperation anxiety

hyperaware of the fact that he is not and will never be charles beckendorf, gets really insecure when the other hephaestus kids talk about beckendorf around him

reeses pieces are his favorite candy

this last one is kinda weird and specific but i like to think he has a stash of ring pops that he keeps with him at all time to either eat when hes anxious or use to jokingly propose to people he finds cute

(wow im projecting hard for some of these)

reyna: (not alot for her agh im sorry)

aroace. i take no criticism im right about this

i wouldnt exactly say shes not cis but she does have a bit of a weird relationship to gender

had a bad case of comphet (compallo???) and it took her a while to realise she was queer

really protective of nico, has basically decided hes her younger brother and she would both die and kill for him

has ptsd that she refuses to adknowledge

listens to a weird mix of classical and emo music (the emo is nicos influence. shed never admit she likes it though)

RACHEL ELIZABETH DARE MY BELOVED:

AROACE AROACE AROACE-

good friends with thalia

never actually had feelings for percy it was just a good ol case of comphet/compallo

going back to the thalia point, her favorite band is green day, thalia introduced her to them

the pjo character whos most likely to smoke weed i think

vibes with being a cis girl but she does enjoy engaging in gender fuckery on occasion

after she realised she wasnt in love with percy she thought she was a lesbian, she was not, she just found girls aesthetically attractive

in a qpr with percy (let me have this okay)

experiments with her style alot but generally refuses to wear an outfit if it doesnt have atleast five bright colors

dyes her hair alot, never the full head just streaks

#asher answers #sorry if these are bad lmao

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artemis32 · 1 year

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Hello I saw your 244 imagine and I loved it and if your still taking requests because I wasn’t sure can you do one where his girlfriend is really shy sensitive someone he can easily manipulate but for some reason he’s really wants to keep her around idk this thought just popped up into my head 😆

Yandere 244 II

this probably isn’t exactly what you wanted but i hope you like it anyway :)) spoilers for 244 (his name and all that jazz)

Also I'm on a roll with posting these drafts, damn

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There are many possibilities for when and where you met him, but for the sake of this specific question, let’s say you’re on the run.

Jinho sees all types of people trying to flee to South Korea. People of different social statuses, genders, ages, races, anyone and everyone.

All of these people have one thing in common - they aren’t good people.

Cheaters, liars, thieves, murderers, stalkers. He’s seen them all.

He’s long since past the point of caring about any of them. Why would he have to? He kicks them off the boat after they’ve served their purpose. And it’s not as if they can complain either. It’s him or the government, or worse, the people they try so desperately to run from.

So many different people have crossed his path, and all of them have faced the same fate. Inevitably, all of them end up the same way.

All of them, except for you.

You were quiet. Reserved and withdrawn.

Not unusual in itself, plenty of girls your age were. Being self-conscious wasn’t strange. In fact, being hyperaware was a helpful trait to have in any scenario.

But it backfired.

Being quiet and aware was fine, but it could easily be twisted into something darker.

Anyone who knew you would say that you were shy, sweet and slightly anxious. Anyone who knew you would know that you could never do something like this. You knew you would never do something like this.

But all of the facts just happened to conveniently line up. Every last bit of evidence pointed to you.

Really, never in your life would you believe the fact that you were being considered as a murder suspect, but the facts didn’t lie, and apparently neither did the witnesses.

Regardless of whether you did it or not, you were in trouble.

And so, you were presented with two choices: accept the charges and go to prison for a crime you didn’t commit, or try and run.

You chose the latter.

The interest he takes in you is immediate and crippling.

Something about you is just so alluring - you're so sweet, so soft. Oh, he gets so worked up just thinking about it.

Now, if pressed, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what exactly had drawn him to you in the first place.

Maybe the way you were so glaringly out of place on his ship? Many different kinds of people came to him, looking for an escape - thieves, beggars, murderers, terrorists, cheaters. You were clearly none of those things, all skittish and shy, saying please and thank you to a bunch of criminals with a smile.

He could have laughed if it didn't infuriate him.

Maybe he was drawn in by the way you cared so deeply for people you hardly knew. One of his men got caught in the lowering net and got hurt? You were there, tending to his injuries. One of your fellow stowaways got food poisoning, made worse by sea sickness? You were by his side, handing him water and kind words while you rubbed his back.

You were so kind. Too kind.

It made him sick.

He wanted you all for himself. No one deserved your kindness but him.

Or maybe it was the way you quaked and cried when they started throwing people overboard.

Yes, that must have been it.

Well, not quite.

While it was true that they threw the stowaways overboard, and you stood there, plastered to the cabin door, all shaking legs and wobbly lips, what piqued his interest more than all that was the fact that you never once begged for them to spare you.

There was something to be said for your pride.

You were terrified, that much was clear - but you didn't beg them to let you live, or plead with him on your knees. You lifted your head and accepted your fate, not even letting out a scream or whimper.

Truly, he couldn't decide in that moment if he loved or hated you.

Love, apparently, if the present day were anything to go by.

He liked dressing you in such small, scanty clothing. Really, the scraps of fabric he handed you when you arrived in his apartment could barely be called clothing at all.

Something about the way he stared at you made your bones itch. When his eyes followed you as you walked from the kitchen to the couch, the way his fingers prodded lazily at the thin fabric bunched up at your waist - you felt sick just thinking about it.

But that seemed to make him even more eager.

He always held it over your head - the fact that he provided for you, the fact that he chose to keep you safe and let you live.

Your clothing? He gave you.

The food you ate? He bought and prepared for you. Hell, he even fed you, as if you were a child. Though, you suspected that he did that only because he loved how flustered you'd become.

The bed you slept in? The house you lived in? The books you read and the hobbies you could enjoy peacefully?

Him.

You had it all because he gave it to you.

Because he cared for you.

Loved you.

The sentiment was lost on you.

What you hated more than his not so subtle manipulation though, had to be the way he taunted you when he didn't get his way.

He could be so cruel, commenting on how you'd gotten into this situation, saying that if you didn't start showing your appreciation, he might be forced to hand you over to the authorities.

That always made you cry.

But more than that, it made you pliant, willing.

For a while after he pulled that card, you wouldn't argue or fight back when he took what he wanted. That was his trump card, one that he didn't play very often, mainly because you'd be all teary and anxious for at least a few weeks after that.

But that's why he loved you.

You were just so fun to play with, to tease and work up and break down.

And the best part of it was that, at the end of it all, you'd still treat him so kindly. You'd still crawl into bed and cuddle up to him, still kiss him gently, just how you knew he liked it.

Because despite the fact that majority of your situation was his fault, you were grateful.

You were grateful that he'd taken you in and chosen to protect you.

He took care of you, and you took care of him.

And if you were to ask him why he did it?

Well, because he loved you, of course. And the things he loved deserved the best.

#viral hit #how to fight #244 #jinho lee #female reader #yandere #dark content #244 x reader #jinho lee x reader #yandere 244 #yandere jinho lee #yandere 244 x reader #yandere jinho lee x reader

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lovra974 · 1 year

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Being Bakugou's close friend [part 3]

Last part, here some fluff and happy ending. Enjoy!

Bakugo could pride himself about how he kept his friendships from UA. Things never changed between them. Kirishima was his best friend, the Bakusquad was still a well Knitted group, Deku was still his childhood friend / rival. And there were you.

You were a classmate at the beginning, another extra on his road. But now, he could see how much your friendship helped him.

He didn't realised how much he relied on you. He didn't realised how much memories he shared with you. He didn't realised how much your presence soothed him.

He remember in UA how you would reach for him to train after a bad day. It was easy then. He didn't remember when it became complicated.

It was not when you all became Pro Heroes. Indeed you saw less of each other but it always felt familiar and easy to be close to you.

It was not either after the grueling nightshifts, during the dreaded galas or the long meetings where you would share a look of complicity.

"So Number One, what's new?"

Always this damn nickname he secretly adored. He had a lot of nicknames for you, quirk related or not. But none felt this personal, this endearing than the one you gave him.

No. It was always easy to be close to you. To befriend you. That's where it changed. The second he didn't want to be just friend, it became fucking complicated. Without knowing it, he had broke your heart while it was now the one thing he wanted.

He still wanted to be Number One, but not just this one. Not only friend Number One. He wanted to be yours too. Completely yours.

He put his life in your hands without a second thought many times. You never disappointed him. You put your heart in his and he just...

Bakugou couldn't even end his thought.

It was rare for him to be like this. It was rare for him to fuck things up.

But did he really? You still talked to him. It was less easy to talk to you because he felt overwhelmed. Could you see it? In the way his red eyes stared at your face.

Was there really zero chance you still felt something for him? His mind was killing him.

It was weeks since Kaminari told them your secret. He didn't saw you, you came back from a mission two days ago. Bakugo tapped his fingers on the wheel of his car, his nerves bubbling. He was driving Kirishima and Ashido to your house. It was the first time he would saw it.

His carmin eyes flew around the street. The neighborhood you were in was nice. It was safe, not too far from your agency and calm.

When they arrived, you opened your door with a big smile. Heat rushed to Bakugou's head. The interior was warm and luminous. Plants and photographies of your close circle were scattered around. Just like yourself, your home was comforting. Bakugo was happy to see himself in a lot of pictures. His grumpy head was glaring at the camera most of the time. He did find some where the person had take the photo without his notice. On one of them, he wore his hero costume, mask off. His arms were crossed on his chest while he look to his right with a discret smile. He didn't remember what he was looking at.

"It's all good memories", you said behind him.

He looked good, you thought. It made you feel something to see him in your home. It was your cocoon, your safe place. Here in front of your most precious memories, he looked soft. Or maybe you were still soft for him.

You gave them a tour of your place. Mina complimented your decoration. It gave you joy to know people felt at ease in your home.

Just like good'ol times, you played games. You ate and drank. You felt like after graduation, elation running in your veins thanks to your friend.

The only difference, was Bakugou's closeness. You probably wouldn't have saw it if you weren't hyperaware of him. Your elbows would brush, to remind you of his presence. Your fingers would glide, to pass you a thing and his warmth. Your eyes would hung, and capture a little more of you each time.

At the end of the night, Sero, Kaminari, Mina and Kirishima were asleep like usual. It felt like before, you were alone with Bakugo.

You guided him to your balcony, just like in Kaminari's old loft. You weren't high, just a few meters from the ground. But the air was nice, the street desert and your hearts open.

You talked. The familiarity of the situation made your blood roar of delight. The moon beamed, surrounded him in an angelic glow. But from Bakugou's eyes, you were the moon's favorite.

Did your irises always look like this ? He was lost, hovering in your space, bathing in your warmth, eating up every little bit of attention you gave him. What were you talking about ? Ah yes, the bento. You had a friend that could make things unbreakable. Another thing on the list he was grateful for.

"Thank you."

And you smiled, like you knew he was not talking about the bento.

A confortable silence took place. Bakugo bumped his shoulder against yours, like a timid child.

"What?"

"What what?" he asked.

"What do you want Number One?"

He smiled. For him, the time seemed to slow. And everything became unbearably long. He hesitated a second. Stretched his pinky fingers to grab yours. Waited for a rejection then lace your fingers with his.

You watched, agape.

With his other hand, he hold your chin to tear your gaze from your fingers. When your eyes locked, he felt his breathing shorten. So he whispered, like a secret.

"You."

His mouth caressed yours, giving you one more time to back out. You closed the gape.

And while you kissed, it was like the music stopped. No more guitars crying in your heart, no more violin screaming in his head, no more heart echoing distracting you. Kissing Katsuki Bakugo was like peace. Something light, then more intense, something that drown all the noise and thoughts. It felt serene, familiar under the moon.

You were Bakugou's close friend. It was easy to become, easy to be. It was less easy to stop being. But now that the switch was made, being even closer was the easiest.

#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst

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terriblesportsimagines · 1 year

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Heya! Could I have headcanons with Aomine, Akashi, Himuro, Akashi and Kise (KNB and hope that's not too many characters) with an S/O who has joint hypermobility so she's often really tired and her body hurts for no reason? What would they do to help/comfort her etc? Hope this is okay ask!

Had to look this up, so hopefully it's okay!

Aomine Daiki

Has only a vague idea what you’re talking about, even if you explain it. Of course, he can see when you’re in pain, or when your tired, but all the mumbo jumbo that goes along with it? Not so much

The details don’t really matter to him anyway. He cares about you, if you need help, he’ll help.

He thinks the way your joints move is kind of awesome and might push the envelope a little when getting you to do it on purpose. Gets a clue pretty fast if you say something, but you have to say something. This kid does not do subtle hints or passing references

Will carry you around on his back if needed, or rub your aching limbs, but he’s gonna complain while doing it. Nothing that makes you feel bad, but he has to let everyone around know that this is an exception and a favor that will cost you.

Note: it is not and it won’t

He is lazy AF tho, so expect a lot of lying around on top of or beside him, tucked into him. Keeps a surprisingly close eye on you, though will deny it until he’s literally red in the face (hello tsun-tsun!)

Anyone messes with you about it, verbally or physically, he’s going to beat the ever loving shit out of them, regardless of the consequences. No one messes with his girl

Akashi Seijuro

Probably knows more about your condition than you do. Also likely knew you had it, before you got together. It’s a drive, he has to know everything about the people that interest him.

It’s a little hard for him not to treat you any differently because of it, mostly because he’s hyperaware of you, and thus your health, and he’s more than a little autocratic. A scolding or two and he’ll try to let it go some, but don’t expect him to back off completely.

He’s a know it all, so you know he’ll have researched the shit out of it, and probably spoken to an expert. This boy doesn’t do things by halves, and once he’s set on your, the devotion and attention are complete. He’s a control freak and he wants you to be as healthy as can be.

However, he’s not an idiot either. He can see the boundaries you place as you place them, and he tries, and is mostly successful, to abide by them and help you maintain them.

Unfortunately, all bets are off if you have an emergency, like you faint or pass out from tiredness, or are too sore to get out of the bed. Get ready for Ore-sama to come out. Will keep you in bed or stationary until you’re better, and sees to your care himself.

He’s a yan, so it’s expected. He always backs off eventually, however, especially if you get upset with him and you are demonstratively better. Be prepared for a lecture though, and to not have the opportunity to get so bad again for a long time.

(He loves you too much)

Himuro Tatsuya

He listens to your explanation carefully when he notices the issues you have. He trusts you to know what’s best for you, and will follow any instructions you give him.

Basically, he just wants to be there for you and help with anything you need. 100% supportive boyfriend, this one.

He might get a little naggy sometimes, if he thinks you’re pushing yourself too hard, especially if he sees obvious signs of discomfort or exhaustion. He’ll never force you to stop, but he’s pretty good at getting and keeping your attention. He’s tricksy~

Does things like carry your stuff, and pulling out chairs, and just generally chivalrous things that make your life easier. It’s painfully obvious to everyone that you are his girlfriend. Doesn’t even look at anyone else, no matter how many attempts others make at him.

Murasakibara finds it amusing to watch him fuss. Isn’t the type to go out of his way to help, but Mura will catch you or whatever if Himuro isn’t around. Might try and test how mobile you are tho, so watch out.

Himuro secretly always hopes you’ll ask him for help, since he likes taking care of you, especially if he gets to touch you. Innocuous touches are his favorite so he finds ways to touch you, using your condition to his advantage. Nothing negative or creepy, again, he’s just very supportive and not so secretly wants to spoil you.

Kise Ryouta

The first time he sees a joint do something it’s not supposed to, he panics, especially if there is pain involved.

Once he’s let you in, he’s all in, and cares about every little thing about you. If your hurting or tired, then he wants to help. Though he wants to help, he’s not always aware when you are having a bad spell, so you’ll have to tell him sometimes

Will blow off modelling gigs if you need him, no matter how many times you scold him. You are higher in importance than his side job.

He still wants to be babied, he’s just more aware of your condition and so never hangs or whines when you’re not feeling well.

He can get a little impatient if he wants to go out and you’re too tired, he has so little time that he finds it frustrating. He can’t actually blame you, though, so he plans elaborate home dates instead. Not really sure what elaborate entails, but he manages. He’s over the top, so you can imagine

He’s used to being taken care of, not taking care of someone else, but he’s clever so he learns. It’s even better if you are independent about your condition. He’s weird, he wants to be needed, but also doesn’t like too much clinging? Ask him for what you need and he’s absolutely there.

He’s contradictory as well though, because sometimes he just picks you up if you look tired. Basically, he does what he wants. He’s like a cat lol

#kuroko no basket #aomine daiki #akashi seijuro #himuro tatsuya #kise ryouta #headcanons

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mushiewrites · 2 years

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59 with lee!sapnap & lers!karl and foolish?

Hello hello! I'm so sorry for the delay! But here we go:

prompt 59 from this post - "You'll never live this down"

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Karl / ler!Foolish : 826 words)

Karl was growing more impatient by the second, shooting an annoyed glance towards Foolish who also seemed to be sharing the same frustrations. Sapnap however was oblivious to the two sitting on either side of him, too focused on trying to toy with the settings of the game they had been trying to load up for what seemed like forever now. Foolish let out a huff and slumped back in his chair, rolling his eyes back at Karl with a low chuckle at how ridiculous this was.

"Sapnap, come on man, let's just play the game." Karl whined from behind, grabbing onto Sapnap's right arm and shaking it slightly, causing Sapnap's hand to move the mouse as he was trying to click.

"Karl, fuck OFF. I'm almost done!" Sapnap rolled his eyes, turning slightly towards the curly haired brunette to give him a quick death stare before turning his attention back to the chat and rambling on about how he needs to get the resolution and visual settings just right before he can start a game.

"Yeah but you did say that ten minutes ago, Sapnap." Foolish chimed in from his left, causing Sapnap to let out a growl as he turned in his chair to face Foolish.

"Both of you guys need to chill out, I said I'm almo-hohost dohone! Karl dohon't!" Sapnap was about to go off about how both Foolish and Karl need to have more patience, but was cut off as a few light squeezes were placed over his shoulders, reaching down to the dips in his collarbone. He immediately brought his shoulders up to his ears, but this proved to only trap Karl's hands against his neck.

"Oh wow, Sapnap's ticklish?" Sapnap was too busy trying to bury his face in his hoodie while also pulling Karl's hands off to fully hear the teasy tone Foolish had, but nonetheless his face grew warmer by the second. He was suddenly hyperaware of the fact this was live, and everyone could see his reactions. This caused Sapnap to press his lips together tightly, holding his breath to try and prevent any more laughter or squeaks from escaping. "Or not?"

"Oh no, he is. He's just embarrassed, right Sap?" Karl was met with a whine as the boy under his fingers shook his head frantically, still trying with all his might to dislodge Karl's grip from his shoulders. "Foosh do me a favor, squeeze above his knees for me, will you?"

"FOOLISH DON'T YOU DARE!"

"It would be my pleasure!" Sapnap kicked out as hard as he could, but it was no use. Foolish quickly wrapped his legs around Sapnap's, holding him in place while both his hands grabbed above Sapnap's knees. The noise he let out was so loud that Foolish had stopped tickling because he was laughing so hard himself. Karl giggled behind Sapnap, dragging his hands a little lower and out to push under Sapnap's arms, pressing and vibrating into the top ribs.

"NOHOHO PLEHEASE! WEHEHE CAN PLAY! WE CAHAHAN PLAHAHAY!" Sapnap shrieked, thrashing harder than Karl had ever seen as Foolish latched back to his legs, a little farther up on his thighs. The youngest boy was beside himself because of how much it tickled, unable to beg anymore due to the hysterical laughter that continued to flow from him.

After a few more seconds Karl and Foolish stopped their tickling, instead rubbing out the tingly feeling as Sapnap continued to giggle as he calmed down. Once he was able to breathe again, he coughed and cleared his throat, pushing himself to sit back up fully in his chair before pulling himself back in front of the monitor. Karl and Foolish pulled their chairs closer next to Sapnap on either side of him, sighing in relief as they saw Sapnap had saved his settings and actually was starting up the game.

"How's it feel knowing over 30,000 people just watched that?" Karl teased, mouth close to Sapnap's ear as he felt his face heat up once more. He rolled his eyes with a scoff, reaching an arm out to poke into Karl's side to shut him up. Foolish leaned forward, laughing as he watched Sapnap's chat continue to freak out over the scene that had just played out before them.

"At this rate, it looks like more than 30,000 people are gonna be watching this. I can see it already, everyone spamming 'CLIP?!' on twitter about this." Foolish continued to tease, Karl laughing along with him.

"Shut UP Foolish." Sapnap bit his lip, attempting to sound annoyed but failing as he was unable to hide the smile that was forming on his face - mostly because he knew Foolish was right.

"Yeah bud, looks like you'll never live this down, huh?" Karl giggled, making Sapnap grunt and finally give in to his embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands as Karl and Foolish continued to read the chat to tease him.

#lee!sapnap #ler!karl #ler!foolish #asks #anon #sorry for the delay #also sorry this is such a mess #i wrote this over a few times and still am not super happy with it but #here is it nonetheless #mushie ficlets #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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isekyaaa · 1 year

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Kinda like the junk thing about stories about yandere and other characters that are generally charismatic but insane is that like... the stories usually go the same way. It's either that the other character are clueless or that the mc is hyperaware and tries avoiding them from the very start. But I mean I suppose that's how it's supoosed to go with horror/dark romance.

I kinda just want to read a story where the mc has an insanely high eq, but low sense of danger. They can tell there's something off about this dude. The mc has never met a serial killer before, but this charismatic dude everyone likes gives off massive serial killer vibes. But at the same time, the city they live is otherwise rather peaceful. There's nothing really happening at the uni in which they attend. So while they're receiving these vibes, they have nothing to base it off of.

While they don't seek this guy out, they don't avoid him either. He randomly got pulled into their friend group, so the mc sees him often enough. They don't act on guard, but they don't act overly friendly either. Honestly they don't even tip off the yandere's warning signals at all. They're practically an NPC in his life. He could really care less about them.

That is until he begins noticing little things here and there. The girl that had been ruthlessly pursuing him oddly gave up on him out of the blue. The classmate that'd consistently butter him up to copy off of his homework started bothering other people instead. Before he even realized it, people started treating him like a human being instead of putting him on a pedestal. He was losing his control over the group and he had no clue why.

It takes longer than he'd like to admit, but eventually he zeroes in on the mc. The mc is the only outlier in this equation. They're the only one that didn't become obsessed with him, either in infatuation or hate. Really, he should've realized it earlier. You were known as the older sibling of the group, after all. Everyone came to you when they needed to vent. And at the same time, you never treated him as something more. You never obsessed over him, not in infatuation and not in hate. Really, if anything, when you two were in the same room, you treated him as nothing more than an NP–

Hmm...

And then the obsession begins to start, on his part at least. For the first time, he begins to interact with the mc. He begins to pay attention to them. He begins to see them. And he is hooked. And the mc doesn't disappoint. With enough eq for days, they evade him with ease. They slip between his claws. They practically dance circles around him. And it only makes him want to capture them. To confine them. To swallow them whole. And the mc isnt an idiot. They know what he's doing as much as he knows what they're doing. They're not afraid either. They know the yandere. They know how low he's willing to go to get what he wants. They know him.

After going about it a bit, the yandere becomes shocked at the amount of control the mc has over this game of theirs. Because they know him so well, they've set the rules, the allowances, the limits. They did it without even trying. Even when he tries to catch them by surprise, the mc's handles it in stride. Even when he tries to play dirty, the mc doesn't bat an eye. The mc knows him. They know him so very well. He cant win this game no matter how hard he tries.

So he realizes he needs to change tactics.

He'll learn the mc so well he can exploit them as masterfully as they do him.

And the game continues.

#story ideas #this sounds so fun haha #i tend to like more equality in relationships #and especially in this case if i did write it a romance like...#i like romances where people know exactly what they're falling in love with #in this case both mc and the yandere have a high level of respect for each other #mc knows what yandere is capable of but they accept it #being a fan of yanderes it's kinda implied the kind of content i don't mind reading but like....#the idea of consent in a yandere pursuit is interesting to me #like i said #mc has an insanely high eq so they know what yandere is capable of and how he works #and yet they still willingly play the game #there's no fear in this story #there's no terror #there's no horror #it's the thrill of the chase haha #also i say 'mc' here but the more i started writing this whole idea out the more i realized that the yandere would be the mc #it just makes more sense this fic would be from his perspective #unless i just switched POVs every chapter haha

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ingravinoveritas · 2 years

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one thing i'd like to point out in response to the recent meta: the other thing that's different when it comes to michael being touchy with david is that he's pretty much always very aware of david's (actual or, when initiating, possible) reaction. from the moments i remember and the way i remember them. i am a little out of the loop, it's been way too long since they did press together. but he seems very considerate with it, if that makes sense? because i looked at your gifs and i know how a lot of co stars are/have been with david and when comparing that to michael it just seems obvious that he's not actually as handsy with david as loads of other people are. in my opinion, at least. i don't know if "more respectful" does his approach to touch justice, because it's not like david is ever bothered by it. he's all in favour of physical touch and naturally doesn't pay it a lot of mind, it seems. even returns it quite happily. but maybe it's because it's more meaningful to michael? either because he himself has a different relationship with touch, sees it as more of a love language and feels like it conveys more, so he's more careful with it? or because he's just that focused on not making david uncomfortable, though that makes less sense to me, since david clearly is a cuddler and clearly feels safe with michael. although that might actually be one of the reasons he does seem to feel so safe with him. i don't know. i suppose what i'm trying to get at is that when michael is being touchy, it feels more deliberate. take robbie as the most recent example. his knee stroking in the first gif seems to happen unconciously. whereas michael, the way i read him, would be hyperaware of doing it, i think. (or of it being done to david). and that, i think, is what makes david/michael moments feel more intimate, even from an outsider perspective. does that make sense?

Hi, Anons! Wow, I am thrilled to see that my response to the Graham Norton anons yesterday inspired such responses and discourse. My thanks to you all for writing in to share your thoughts!

Anon #2, I had completely forgotten about Michael saying that to Gloria, but you are totally spot-on, and I also remember that interview where he said he’s watched everything David has ever been in (from when they were doing press for season one of Staged):

Your comments also jogged my memory of a MS/DT fic I read on AO3 a while back in which Michael is described as watching an edit on Youtube of David kissing people in various roles, and you know what...I fully believe he would do that. Maybe he was even checking out those edits while they were filming the first season of GO, further augmenting his already unstoppable crush on David.

So like you said, Michael went down the rabbit hole just as the rest of us did...but it’s the fact that he watched everything of David’s during lockdown that makes my heart melt. Michael was stuck at home for months on end, and like many of us, sought refuge in various sources of comfort--and one big, specific source of comfort was David. If that doesn’t say that David is his “person,” his safe place, then I don’t know what does. So you are right, David would not have to prompt him to watch, because Michael will always seek out anything David is in.

And Anon #1, what you are saying 100% makes sense and is something I have actually written about previously on my blog, notably here and here. As you said, the way other co-stars or friends have touched David in the past is a bit careless, or perhaps “unconscious” is the better word. It’s not something that they put a great deal of thought into, is the basic gist. But I agree with you that when it comes to Michael, everything is deliberate.

One example that comes to mind is Michael having his arm around David’s shoulders for the duration of that one particular interview on the GO press tour. Another is when they posed for pictures in the press room following the NTAs and Michael’s arm was very specifically slung around David’s lower back/waist:

It’s like he senses exactly what David needs in a given moment and gives it to him. Michael not only respects David’s boundaries, he makes David’s needs the center of his focus.

I think, in the end, that Michael’s deliberateness with touch and the way David doesn’t respond to anyone else’s touch like he does Michael’s is because it’s meaningful to both of them. With Robbie Williams and Marc Wootton, there was a sense of “display”--that it was something impersonal, purely for public consumption. But with Michael, you get the sense that what is between them is intensely personal, which is precisely why it’s largely kept private, and not put on display for the rest of the world. And that certainly does contribute to that sense of intimacy that we are talking about.

(Also, I’m willing to bet that Michael doesn’t feel a need to be handsy with David in public because he gets to be plenty handsy with him in private...)

I am just glad that so many others have noticed the softness between David and Michael, too, and how it’s become more prominent in the last few years as they’ve grown even closer. It will truly be a sight to see on the GO 2 press tour. Thanks for writing in, Anons! xx

#anonymous #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #i love how Michael manages to convey 'he's mine' without saying a word #David is also soft with Michael in a way he isn't with others #a friendship that's become something more #you love to see it #tell me again that they're not a couple #ineffable lovers #discourse

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dracwife · 2 years

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guy like me. | david

ship: diamond dolls → david/mischa

word count: 1599

summary: mischa catches the eye of a stranger, and throws caution to the wind. one of those good, old fashioned ‘first meeting’ fics.

cw for vague mentions of sh & substance abuse, but nothing heavy.

He's not sure what song is playing. He knows he's heard it before, but it feels so distant. Fuzzy. Not like the way he's hyperaware of every movement from his peripheral. He feels warm, warmer than he should in the Santa Carla evening, and he takes another sip of whatever cocktail that passerby partygoer gave him a while ago.

He's scanning the crowd, since it's all he can do like this, and it's then he sees him.

He's just standing there, leaned against the nearby scaffolding, ahead of the other two that rest on either side of him, gazes in other directions, and the little one, who's perched just atop the wooden board walkway some six feet above. They look as though they are searching for something, someone.

Hunting, almost.

But the blonde one…the blonde one is staring right at him. His gaze is fierce, otherworldly, intimidating, there's something in those eyes that are frightening almost, and even from all the way across the pit Mischa can sense the way he moves, stalks like a wild animal, is something above, different than the normal patrons of whatever underground rave he's found himself at.

He sees it, too, as he begins moving alone towards him.

But he's not staring at him, he realizes. Past him.

When he makes it over, Mischa's finished his drink already.

"Nice bike," his voice is smooth, not soft but low. There's a sense of power to it. He doesn't raise his voice because he doesn't need to.

"It's old."

"Drive well?"

"Well enough," though his speech isn't slurred, his tongue feels numb and heavy with intoxication. He isn't drunk, but he's sure as hell hoping to be. He just wishes the rest of his body would catch up.

"You ever take it up to the cliffs?"

More than enough times.

"Sure."

He smirks. He's interested, now.

"Feel like doing it again tonight?"

Mischa scoffs. "Why? So you can ask to race me there?"

"What makes you think I'd do that?"

"...Because I've met a million guys like you."

The blonde one laughs, "You've never met a guy like me before."

"You think?"

"I know."

He extends his hand then. Mischa's reluctant to take it, but hesitancy turns to curiosity. He feels his high wearing off, and he's desperate for a rush. And if it means taking the hand of the nameless strange man he's only just met, then he concedes.

He's dragged through the crowd, past the three others the blonde one was standing with, and they take notice, their gazes following as Mischa's head turns to look at them.

He feels as if the world's stopped. The music's gone, the people have dispersed, the drugs are wearing off. The hand in his is cold and tugging him along and there's something about those three there that sends chills down his spine. He feels like he's going to die, and he doesn't care. He looks away from their icy gazes and keeps his head down, shrinking into the leather jacket that he draped over his shoulders earlier when he was cold.

They only stop when they've made it to an alcove just away from the crowd. Four motorcycles sit, lined with precision, and the stranger kicks the stand of the furthest one, taking his seat.

"Come on, prettyboy."

He feels sick.

"I don't even know your name."

He sighs, "David. Now will you come?"

Perhaps less-so.

"Okay."

If he could see the path of his life, surely he would've watched the branch that turned; he knew somehow this was a heavy decision, and in making it this was to steer him the rest of his life. Be it cut short, or not.

The wind is a nice contrast to the humid air as they ride, and though his arms are wrapped tight around the other's waist as he drives, his head is buried into David's back and the wind whips and cracks at his arms daring to drag him away.

Get out, it says, and save yourself.

But he is no coward. And he'd gladly stare death in the eyes -- be it the face of terror or those blue beauties that are already burned into his mind -- just for a taste of adrenaline.

Before he realizes, they're there at the top of the cliff, and David's looking over the edge, down towards the sea.

Mischa wonders what he's doing here. Now, and in a broader sense. He thinks it's some kind of conditioned response, now; Coming up here alone so many times, with so many different thoughts and emotions has led his stomach to churn and the urge to act as impulsive as he's always been high and he thinks now it's something he simply can't help.

The air is significantly colder here, and as he takes the arms out of the sleeves of his jacket to wrap it closer around him, David appears in front of him.

Curiously, and Mischa wonders just how he's able to see such details from all the way up there, he reaches down and takes a hold of Mischa's wrist, inspecting it. His look is intent, but his expression casual. He doesn't seem bothered by the scars, thin and white and plentiful, nor the various needle marks at any given inch of flesh he's able to see there.

"What are you looking for?" David asks, letting Mischa's arm drop.

A strange question to ask, given it's him that's doing the searching.

"Chasing the high, I guess."

"Or else it gets you down?"

Mischa nods, looking away. He looks at the sky, the moon shining, the fog that rolls over the coast, the distant waves rolling deep at sea. Anywhere but at the man in front of him.

"You're bored, aren't you? That's why you came with me. You didn't even know my name."

"You don't know anything about me. You don't know what I've been through."

"You're chasing the high. You said so. Chasing that rush. I know what it feels like to want more. I can give you that," he pauses. He smiles. That same devilish grin from the boardwalk.

"I just need to know how far you're willing to go for it."

"...What?"

"How far are you willing to go…?"

"Mischa."

"Mischa." It rolls off his tongue like a spell, and it feels so strange to hear someone say his name. But the way he says it, it's calling, and there's a temptation and that little voice in his mind is screaming to run but he doesn't want to. He's tired of running. So, so tired of running. He's been running, chasing for so long, the want, the need to let go is overwhelming.

"Come with me. Let me show you something."

"Where will we go?"

"My place."

"No," Mischa's voice raises, "I'm not that kind of person."

"You don't need to be. I just want you to see I'm not lying."

Everything comes rushing to him at once. His rational thought, the realization of what he was doing, the cold air hits him as a breeze rolls through, and he stands, frightened. He walks to the edge of the cliff and kicks at the ground there. He's angry, and frightened, but he can't pinpoint why. In a fit of rage, he tosses his jacket into the waters below, grunting in frustration as his cheeks burn and the tears sting his skin. He regrets it immediately, and huddles into himself for warmth before the heavy weight of fabric is around him again. David places his jacket onto his shoulders, and though it's far too long, it's comfortable. And it smells nice. It's easier to calm himself slightly with the intoxicating scent of pomegranate and sea foam engulfing him.

"I need to leave."

"I'll take you home."

He almost says no, but it's an awfully long walk back to the boardwalk, and who's to say his bike was still there, even? He doesn't even want to go back, he knows he can't ride home like this, a shaking shivering mess, crying still too he realizes, whose thoughts are strewn and scattered. He just wants to sleep.

"Please."

The ride home is much quieter. No laughing, no howling, not like before. It's desolate and lonely and a comfort that Mischa's used to all the same. He feels safer in this isolation than he has all night. He doesn't bother taking off his shoes when he gets in, and he doesn't even say good-bye to David when he gets there. In fact, he couldn't even remember telling him his address.

But he doesn't care. He's crashing, hard. And he collapses onto his bed and falls into the sheets, and though he has trouble sleeping every night he somehow manages to doze off immediately, exhausted from crying and thinking and whatever else you'd call what happened.

When he wakes, he scarcely remembers a thing. But he knows it happened, for he's wearing that heavy coat still, and when he peeks out from his window he spots his bike in the driveway. The sound of waves crash in his ears and he feels the warm sand beneath his feet even though he's standing alone in the shabby living room he calls home, and he's almost hypnotized by the vague dream he's turned the previous night into.

He's marked now. He doesn't know how. He doesn't know why. But he knows the strange man he met at the boardwalk that promised him the world would be back. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow. But soon.

And Mischa could only hope it came quick.

#ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴅᴏʟʟs | r. － d.#dex.writes #self ship #Selfship #self shipping #self ship community #f/o #f/o community #i havent written properly in SO long and im actually so proud of this.

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