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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Human Stuff - Neteyam x Human! Reader (afab)

summary: the one where a confused na’vi teenager tries to comfort his human friend while she’s on her period

warnings: menstruation talk, feeding food

wc: 2.3k

a/n: can you tell that i’m on my period and this is all i want rn

also, neteyam not knowing about periods can be canon? i just read that na’vi are non-placental, so they most likely don’t menstruate like primates. eywa be looking out for her girlies lol. but what do i know

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Neteyam walks into the science facility confidently, knowing every nook and cranny like the back of his hand. Growing up, he has spent countless hours here with his siblings, and especially lately, he has been here every other day. His eyes search for you through the glass windows of the labs where he knows he is not allowed to step a foot in, ears perked up for a sign of you, even though it’s awfully quiet. The facility is mostly empty, and he assumes that the rest of the group is probably in their avatar bodies, busy with research. But it’s you that he’s looking for.

Ever since you arrived at Pandora, Neteyam liked you right away. Roughly translated, the two of you were close in age, and had similar humor. Your father was the team lead of entomologists, and since you weren’t an actual scientist like the rest of the group, you had a lot of spare time to spend with Neteyam, exploring the forests. Your weekly meet ups with him became so familiar, that when you don’t show up at your regular meeting spot, Neteyam has to come and fetch you himself.

So here he is, walking through the labs, wondering if you had forgotten about your plans and were out with the others. It takes him some courage to sneak his head into the sleeping area, where he knew humans slept. Neteyam also knew very well that he wasn’t allowed back there because he could accidentally knock over things with his massive frame but he just needs to check. And his gut feeling isn’t wrong. You are laying in your bed, your back turned to him, completely unaware of his presence. Neteyam takes notice of how little you look with your body curled into a ball.

At first, he assumes you’re asleep. A small smile stretches his lips, as he sneaks up on you planning to scare you awake for abandoning your plans. But as he readies himself for the loud growl, a small whimper escapes from your lips.

Neteyam stops in his tracks, his ears perking up immediately at the sound. He thought he had imagined it, but that theory gets quickly disproven when he hears another whimper. Moving quickly, he rounds your bed to confirm his suspicions. You jerk up at the sight of his big frame looming over you.

“Neteyam, what the hell?” your heart starts racing.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, sorry,” he slowly crouches down in front of your bed, with a guilty expression on his face.

You throw an annoyed look at him before wrapping your arms around your middle again, and pressing your face into the pillow. You don’t want him to see your face. Neteyam doesn’t move, watching you.

“Go away,” you mumble, hoping that for once he will just comply.

“Did you forget about our plans?” he asks, ignoring your previous words, “Are you sleeping?”

“I am not sleeping,” you mutter angrily into the pillow.

Neteyam can’t quite put his finger on it but he knows that something strange is happening to you. Maybe it was the scent? Of course, he was used to your scent, he could sense you from a mile away because it always stood out to him. It wasn’t necessarily bad or good, it’s just the way he recognized you. But right now, for some reason, it was so intense, like somebody gathered it into a perfume bottle and sprayed it right into his nostrils.

He instinctively sniffs the air, and you cringe out of embarrassment, wishing you were dead right at this moment. Stupid periods, stupid cramps, stupid human bodies. If only you were back home right now, indulging in comfort food and taking your usual painkillers that could soothe the pain. Whatever you had found in the lab's aid kit was clearly not strong enough, and you suspect that the pressure on Pandora is making it even worse.

Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes as another painful cramp surges through your already sore muscles.

"Y/N, are you hurt?" Neteyam asks, attempting to turn you to your side so he can see your face. You grumble in annoyance, resisting his movements.

"Can you please just leave me alone?" you snap at him.

“But what about our plans?” Neteyam stares at you confused.

“I’m canceling them,” you huff, “I’m going through some human-stuff.”

It feels like your insides are being twisted and squeezed over and over again. You place a hand on your lower belly, hoping to suit the pain, but it only gets worse. Noticing the way your face grimaces, Neteyam stands up.

“You’re in pain,” he states, “I will go for Tsahik.”

“No!” you protest, “No Tsahik!”

“But you look unwell,” he hesitates, unsure of what to do.

“No Tsahik!” you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling another cramp, “It’s a human thing, the pain will pass soon.”

Something about Neteyam standing there and watching you, makes you feel embarrassed. You already felt weak in comparison to him, whenever you tried to keep up with his running through the forest or climbing trees. He loved teasing you about it, and you don’t need another reason for him to poke fun at you. Your hand clutches one of the pillows under your head, and you sit up to shoo him away.

“Go away, you’re not allowed to be here,” you threaten him, raising your pillow in the air.

Neteyam frowns, still not moving. Angry at his sudden stubbornness, you throw the pillow at him with as much force as you can.

“Go!” you shout at him again.

Neteyam easily dodges the pillow but finally backs away from your bed. He knows that when you get angry at him, it’s because you’re embarrassed about something. He just can’t grasp what this “human stuff” is and why is it making you so stressed. Neteyam thought he knew plenty about humans from his dad, but Jake had never mentioned anything like this.

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Neteyam is so confused on his way out of the facility that he barely notices Norm and almost bumps into him. Fortunately, Norm was in his avatar body and wasn't trampled by the teenage Na'vi. He chuckles at the way Neteyam doesn’t even stop to acknowledge him and keeps walking.

“You okay, kid?” Norm calls out after Neteyam, finally catching his attention.

“Norm, you’re one of the sky people,” Neteyam turns around.

“I am,” Norm confirms with another chuckle, “Something bothering you?”

“Yeah… Can you tell me what is this ‘human stuff’ that you go through?”

Norm cocks his head, the question sounding so ridiculous, he assumes it’s a joke. But Neteyam looks serious.

“What ‘human stuff’?”

“I’m not sure but it looks like it is painful,” Neteyam shakes his head, “I just saw Y/N, and she was laying in her bed, and crying. It looked like something was hurting her, but she wouldn’t tell me what. Only said it was ‘human stuff’.”

“Maybe she’s just having a stomachache or something?” Norm shrugs.

“That’s what I thought. But when I wanted to get Tsahik for her, she got mad at me. Said that it will pass on its own.”

“I don’t know, man, I don’t understand women sometimes,” Norm replies, then a sudden realization hits him, “Ooooh…”

“What?” Neteyam’s ears perk up, “What is it?”

“I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but she might just be on her period.”

“Period?” it was an unfamiliar word.

“Yeah, women get it every month,” Norm explains but it only seems to confuse Neteyam further, “Okay, so I’m probably not the best person for this but sit down.”

After what seems like an hour passes, Neteyam gives up on the human biology lesson with Norm. He sort of gets the idea of menstruation but he can’t imagine what it feels like, no matter how hard he tries. All he gets from this conversation is that Y/N needs to rest to feel better, and that the food she craves can help ease the pain? He is an alien; he has no idea what she wants.

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“Y/N?” Neteyam’s soft voice catches your attention.

The medicine you took earlier finally seems to work, and you feel slightly better. You prop yourself up on your elbows and see Neteyam walk into the room. A few colorful plastic bags in his hands catch your attention; these were usually hidden away in the very back of the kitchen cabinets for special occasions. Your mouth salivates at the sight of the chips and the cookies.

“Are you feeling better?” Neteyam asks, now crouching down next to your bed.

You nod, sitting up, feeling a little guilty for shooing him away earlier.

“I stole these from the secret stash,” he grimaces, laying out the bags on your blanket.

“My father is going to kill you for this,” you chuckle, reaching for the chips.

Neteyam smiles softly, as he watches you open the bag and fetch a few chips into your mouth. With a loud crunch, you munch on those with a giddy smile, then offer him some. Without much hesitation, Neteyam opens his mouth widely, letting you feed him a handful. You can’t help but chuckle at his blissful reaction to the taste; it was always fun for you to introduce Neteyam to human snacks. Your father got mad at you sometimes for it but you liked sneaking some for Neteyam, just to see him try it out. The sweets seemed to be too intense for him, but he liked salty things.

“Good?” you ask him. Neteyam hums, then opens his mouth again, signaling for more.

You chuckle before feeding him another handful. Though a teenager, Neteyam still required much more feeding than you did. So if you had a couple of chips at a time, Neteyam had to have a triple to fill his mouth.

“How did you know to bring these?” you ask him, now reaching for the bag of cookies.

From your previous tastings, you knew that Neteyam didn’t like chocolate chip cookies. Or anything with chocolate, to be fair. You did not hide your disappointment the first time he almost gagged at the chocolate kiss you gave him, offended by the way his eyes teared up.

“Norm told me that your favorite food can help,” he shrugged, watching you bite down on a cookie.

Your eyes closed in satisfaction as you chewed on it, savoring the taste that filled your mouth. You haven’t had those in a long time.

“Help with what?” you open your eyes again.

“Your human thing,” Neteyam gestures at your stomach.

“Did Norm tell you what it means?”

You feel heat flush to your cheeks, when Neteyam nods his head. You’re not sure why but the thought of Neteyam knowing makes you feel a little embarrassed. Not because there was anything embarrassing about getting a period. You just couldn’t imagine how weird it might be for him to know that you were bleeding out right at this moment, and he could probably smell it.

“Do you want to cuddle?” his voice catches your attention again. Where did he get that from?

You gulp down nervously, confused at how nonchalant he is. Maybe it’s not a big deal to him? He probably just wants to be supportive.

“Cuddle? Like, with you?” you clarify.

“Who else?” Neteyam chuckles, standing up.

He doesn’t wait for your response, instead gently nudging you to move to the middle of your bed. He was too big for it, so instead of laying down next to you, Neteyam decides to act like your headboard. You watch in confusion, as he slings his left foot over the bed and sits down, pressing his back against the wall, and setting down pillows on his lap.

“Come on,” Neteyam pats the pillows, encouraging you to lay down.

You hesitate for a second, before laying down, as Neteyam’s huge frame hangs over you. He smiles at how small you look, gently propping up the pillows under your head to make sure you’re comfortable.

“This is a little weird,” you sigh, looking up at his face.

Neteyam only chuckles and grabs the bag of cookies. He takes one out and offers it to you, bringing it to your mouth. As you open up to take a bite, Neteyam suddenly moves it out of your reach. You huff.

"Please, do not choke," he warns, before finally letting you bite into the cookie.

Eventually, you find yourself sitting up, leaning against his chest. As you swallow the bite, Neteyam feeds you again, listening to the satisfied sounds you make.

“Feel better about the human stuff?” he nudges your shoulder.

“Much better, thank you,” you turn a little to look at his face.

While you were spending a lot of time with him, you’ve never found yourself in such close proximity with him. It felt weird but comforting. Like he offered you some sort of protection, a shield.

“Can I ask what it feels like?” Neteyam breaks the silence, “Norm was sweating trying to explain it to me.”

You laugh at the thought of Norm trying to explain human biology to him. Nestling against Neteyam's chest, you make yourself comfortable and start talking. You both enjoy the snacks he brought, and occasionally he comforts you by rubbing small circles on your shoulders and arms. As the evening wears on, you start to feel tired and eventually doze off in his arms.

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shurisneakers · 3 months

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unsolved (i)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or any shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky at his little shit supreme, Very Loud reader, images and memes that all have alt texts.

A/N: yes this is literally harmless in a different font. do not ask me if anything doesn't make sense. i cannot explain. i resurface every 3 years to present you with ideas born from menty b's. ANYWAY shout out to my beloved ryan and shane. pls enjoy <3

Bucky doesn’t appeal to the youths.

Apparently.

On God, he cannot fathom why.

He had definitely left the house in the last six months, maybe. Smiled in at least two pictures that existed on the internet. He even knew what Discord was. Sort of.

By all accounts, he should be treated as the modern day icon that he was.

“The youths?” he repeats, the word so foreign on his tongue it felt odd to even say it.

“Your numbers are the lowest of the whole team.” The latest tech-dude, with a tablet twelve models ahead of the one Bucky had in his room, tells him monotonously. “Wilson, Romanoff and Barton score the highest. Everyone else lies around the middle. You are dead-last.”

Bucky has the audacity to look offended.

“Anything to say?” Their PR head, Maya, asks him, amused.

He stares, formulating the wittiest one liner he could in three seconds.

“I don’ care,” he mumbles.

Maya sighs. “Look, the team took the decision together. As far as I’m aware, you are still a member. You need some PR if you guys want to stay in the public’s good books.”

“No one’s gonna listen to me.” Bucky wasn’t exactly the poster child for American values. He couldn’t even vote until three years ago, and that came only after the full wrath of a Steve Rogers descended on the email inbox of the DMV.

“That’s why it’s important to get them to like you,” Maya emphasizes. “Or the idea of you at least. A very sanitized, corporate friendly version.”

His eyebrow twitches unintentionally.

“And also you signed the contract.”

Well. Shit.

Truth be told– and he has openly and rather loudly stated this on numerous occasions even especially when no one asked– he doesn’t understand why they need a PR team. The world has calmed down significantly over the last few years. Bucky hadn’t really been out crime-fighting as much as he was people-watching. There hasn’t been an earth-shatteringly dystopian-level event in the longest time, and there seemed to be a group of spandex-clad teenagers who seemed to do a good job at taking care of them when they did threaten to occur. Go kids.

Even if they needed PR, he could arguably understand the appeal of Sam and Nat and why the people would want to see more of them. Bucky, on the other hand, looked like he crawled onto Earth most days of the week.

“What do I have to do?” he asks ultimately, knowing there was no way to get out of this. “Interviews?”

The intern shares a look with Maya. Bucky shares a look with the ceiling.

“The team agreed to do a series of videos, each focusing on a different niche,” she begins, “Crash courses on science, pointing out mistakes in spy movies. Once a week.”

Bucky nods along. He can pinpoint Bruce and Nat for those.

Maya stares at him.

Bucky stares back.

“So,” she says slowly, like he’s a moron, “you would–”

“No.”

The intern sighs heavily like they discussed that this was going to happen. Bucky was getting predictable. This annoys him even further, for some reason.

“Only once a week, and it doesn’t have to be anything crazy–”

“I’m not doing videos,” he interjects. “I’ll tweet a few times. I’ll even go outside. But ’m not doin’ videos.”

A big step was to get the Avengers off Twitter after the regular shit-storm that occurs every time they’d quote-tweet another politician calling them shitheads. Getting them back on seems counterproductive.

“Fine,” Maya relents, looking at the intern. “We'll work something out.”

Bucky leans back in his chair, and meditating on ways he can weasel his way out of those too.

So they stick him in a couple of interviews.

Bucky, as the recluse extraordinaire that he was, does unsurprisingly terrible at them.

Variety does a piece on him that was supposed to take up 2 pages. They send back half a page worth of usable material and Bucky gets a lecture on how monosyllables don't count as answers.

He grunts in return. Maya’s itch to smack his shoulder with the rolled up draft increases.

They set him up for pap walks. Just him getting fast food for the team, or sitting in the park.

They don’t take into account that Bucky was trained professionally for years on how to hide, sneak in and out of places without a soul knowing he was ever there.

The paparazzi spend three hours waiting for him outside the pizza place, while he’s been home for two hours with two demolished pepperonis and an order of mozzarella sticks.

They give him access to his Twitter.

He tweets some dumb shit and gets shadow banned by that evening.

Maya is sick and tired, and the interns have shifted three times since the whole ordeal started. Bucky honestly feels a little bad. Maybe he should try to be like Scott, who not only wrote a book, finger-gunned at photographers, did an interview a week, but also agreed to a podcast and a video series about literally anything they suggested.

“Play nice,” Sam tells Bucky one evening.

It’s an off-hand comment, not even really looking at him while he says it.

Bucky doesn’t need to ask what he’s referring to, but he thinks that maybe he has gone too far.

He begrudgingly agrees.

Therefore, it begins.

They stick him in the background of a few videos. Just to interact, add his commentary on what was going on, suggestions.

Then the jokes really start.

“I just don’t got anything to add,” Bucky tries, in a failure of an attempt to justify his lack of contribution.

Maya only stares at him, but Bucky swears he can hear her curse quietly, even though her lips don’t move even a millimeter.

He is not put in another video.

And so he finds himself here.

In a meeting room that he’s convinced is barricaded from the outside so he can’t slither out the door again. Another intern with pink-tinted glasses that took up half their face.

Maya’s in the midst of explaining to him that sure, his numbers had gone up by a decimal, but that was because people had started editing him into the backgrounds of other pictures for other users to find in a perplexing take on Where’s Waldo.

“Videos seem to be working,” she ties it together. “But we need more than you just standing silently behind Captain Rogers.”

“But it’s working,” Bucky objects. “I don’t see why it has to change.”

Maya sends him a glare. Bucky decides then it’s good to shut up.

“Are you on the internet a significant amount?” the intern asks. The glasses on their face have changed colours to green. Bucky’s eyebrow furrows.

“No.”

For the next thirty minutes, he is subjected to a pop quiz about too many words ending with ‘core’, ‘coded’ and ‘eras’. He’s surprised that he knows what cottagecore is. He definitely doesn’t fucking know what a tomatogirl, nor does he want to.

“What do you like doing?” the intern enunciates, pulling up a spreadsheet of niches that had built a dedicated community around themselves over the years. “Makeup? Cleaning? Parkour?”

Bucky wonders if they’d really create a montage of him just micro cleaning the kitchen every week. It doesn’t sound half bad.

Beyond that, the only thing he can think of is woodworking, which Sam introduced him to. While he spends time creating little figures, he wouldn’t say it was–

“You really are dead silent,” the intern breaks his train of thought, tone almost that of wonder. “Guess the whole ‘ghost story for seventy years’ is more true than I thought.”

Bucky throws him a weary look, and works on unclenching the fist that tightened involuntarily.

“Was that necessary?” Maya’s voice comes coldly. “Take fifteen. Go find the other one we were supposed to meet.”

While sheepish and somewhat apologetic, the kid still looks relieved to be out of there. To be honest, Bucky isn’t really offended– he’s grown a thick skin over the years. But he also thought the guy was a little shit now.

Maya turns back to him, but Bucky finds that the table contains wonders far more interesting than the conversation at hand.

“Back to what we were talking about.” She ruffles through something on her laptop. “Puppets? History?”

He wordlessly shakes his head.

Been the former, seen too much of the latter.

Maya’s head tilts abruptly. “You like ghosts?”

He wonders if the prior conversation had anything to do with this insightful question.

Bucky shrugs. “Don’t exist.”

“Really,” Maya deadpans. “Aliens and multiversal baboons are fine, but no ghosts.”

“I’ve seen aliens and multiversal baboons. Never seen a ghost in my life,” Bucky argues right back.

“Other people have seen ghosts.”

“Good for other people.”

The door swings open right as Maya’s eyes narrow at him. Guess it wasn’t padlocked.

“Whatever it is you think I did, Maya, I didn’t. I think,” you announce in a volume too much for a closed room, stopping when you see Bucky sitting cross-armed and looking delightfully disgruntled. “Oh hey, Barnes. Fancy seeing you here.”

Bucky had met you. The newest addition to the team that had made a grand entrance a couple of weeks ago. He thinks you stay on the floor below him, but he has nothing backing this hypothesis other than the disco funk music that had started appearing at odd hours of the night.

“Please sit,” Maya cracks a smile at you that Bucky had yet to earn. “Sorry, I know our meeting is scheduled for later, but I figured we could kill two birds with one stone.”

You look between her and Bucky, who hasn’t moved an inch since you got here, much less even said hello.

“You must be really bad if Maya had to call me in,” you tell him outright. “I’m usually like, her last option.”

“Thanks,” Bucky replies dryly.

“Look, here’s my final pitch.” Maya sighs, before turning to you. “You’re new, and we need something to introduce you slowly to the public.”

“Oh, am I finally getting hard launched?” You grin, and Bucky doesn’t know what that means. “Just imagine me kicking my feet, giggling or whatever.”

“And he needs… an upgrade.” Maya’s thumb juts out towards Bucky who simply rolls his eyes.

“Right.” Your sight lands on him from across the table. “I’ve seen the memes.”

“What memes?” he grunts, because while the team had definitely seen them, it didn't occur to anyone they should show it to him. He loves them. Really. So much. Die for them.

You only look too happy to pull out your phone and start typing.

“Do you know what skinwalkers are?”

“No.”

“That’s what they say you look like, lurking in the back of all your friends’ videos,” you continue, swerving around your phone to show him.

Bucky doesn’t look impressed. He can’t say he blames them either, which makes him inexplicably maddens him.

“At least they’re calling you their boyfriend,” you add, entirely unhelpfully. “That’s gotta count.”

“Right.” Maya clears her throat. “The both of you–”

“Are getting paired together, I suppose,” you hum.

Bucky’s eyebrows pull together.

He barely knows you. Just a little bit on how you ended up here, that you enjoyed hanging out with the team, figuring out your place in the compound, and were seemingly doing a great job at it.

You were… loud. And open.

Bucky feels the compulsive need to compensate for that by doubling down on how silent he could get, as if the two of you couldn’t co-exist in the same space in equilibrium.

Maya pointedly raises a finger at you. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“For the right price, I will believe in whatever you tell me to.”

Her face lights up brighter than Bucky's ever seen.

“Great.” Maya slams her laptop closed. “See you later.”

Bucky’s left staring as she exits, not even throwing the both of you another look.

“That was quick,” your voice cuts through the silence. “What was that all about?”

“Don’ ask me,” he grumbles, with a sinking feeling that he knew exactly what was about to follow.

“Ghost hunting?” Bucky echoes a week later, as expected.

“Yes,” Maya tells him simply. “Two of you. A series based on paranormal activity.”

“I don’t even believe in them,” he reiterates.

“That’s the point,” she emphasises. “Skeptic and believer. It makes for a good contrast.”

“Why us both?” He hopes it doesn’t come off as offensive. He just doesn’t see why he can’t do this with Sam. Even Clint, if a gun was really pressed to his head.

“I’m new, no one gives a shit about me,” you say brightly and full of promise. “Yet.”

“Exactly. It’ll be low key. Not an overwhelming number of viewers, no expectations. It’s perfect for launching one Avenger and re-launching another.”

“Sounds rad.” You grin, leaning back as your feet rest on the chair in front of you.

Maya looks relieved for a moment that at least one of you was on board. “No promises on anything. We shoot one video, and if it does well, we stick with it.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky argues.

“Then you have until tomorrow morning to give us another feasible idea,” Maya dishes back.

Bucky retreats into his seat, arms crossed over his chest.

Truth be told, he considered himself to be the most boring person in the team and though he had made his peace with that, he was sure thar bringing that up now would entail Maya shooting him in the foot.

“Fine,” he agrees and the sighs around the room are loud.

He scoffs. So fucking dramatic and for what.

“Put her there, partner.” You stretch ungracefully over the large table, sticking out your hand.

Bucky eyes your hand. “Do you even believe in ghosts?”

“I do now, yeah.” You nod seriously. “Love ‘em. Can’t get enough of them.”

“One video,” Maya reminds him as a balm. “And if it doesn’t work, you’re off the hook forever.”

Off the hook? Forever? For Bucky?

Yay.

“One video,” he reiterates.

You roll your eyes before smiling when he leans forward to grab it. You yank it up and down clunkily. He blinks at you, letting go slowly.

“Thank fuck,” Maya groans, head dropping onto the table.

Your smile is wild. “Guess we’re doing this shit together.”

He doesn’t even have to look very deep in his soul. He already knows he’s going to suffer.

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auras-moonstone · 3 months

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passionate as sin — ethan landry

word count: 2.6k

pairing: camp counselor!ethan landry x camp counselor!fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n find out that kissing is more passionate when hatred is involved and fraternising is considered a sin.

warnings: none!

The rivalry between Garden Gate Camp and Holiday House Camp was something exciting for the campers and dreading for the owners. Y/N's family camp had existed for way too long, due to it being a family legacy. And then, just a few short years ago, the Landrys appeared in the picture to make their lives a mess by setting their camp right next to theirs. While the newest one was more advanced and modern, the other one was cozier and homier.

To summerise it, the business competition created hatred and enmity between these two families, especially between the dads—although Y/N and Ethan came in close second.

The two teenagers have spent their summers arguing and pulling pranks on each other ever since they met. One would think that now, being 20-year-olds, they would've grown out of a prank war that started when they were 15.

"Nice shirt! Your dad will love it." the curly-haired boy laughed once Y/N stepped out of the dressing room.

"You're a pervert, I was showering!" Y/N hit him with her wet towel, causing him to whimper in pain.

The boy had sneaked into the dressing room and changed her Garden Gate Camp counselor t-shirt for a Holiday House Camp one. "Don't worry, I made sure to hear the water running before I got in. Let me take a pic, this will be good for our socials."

"You put your phone near my face and I'll make you swallow it." Y/N said between gritted teeth.

"Fine, fine." he put his phone back on his pocket. "You look good in that shirt."

"You could've at least given me the right size." she groaned as she tried to fix the shirt that barely reached her belly button and was tight as leather. "I don't think I can get out of it. For real."

"I'll gladly help you with that." Ethan smirked, which motivated her to hit him with the heavy towel again. "Ouch! Y/N, it's a wet towel, it fucking hurts."

"That's why I'm hitting you with it, Einstein!"

"Whatever." Ethan said rubbing his arm. "There's a party tonight, at my camp. You and your friend are invited."

Y/N frowned. "First of all, why the hell are you inviting me? Second, I'd rather die than get caught at your stupid party."

"I'm not inviting you because I want to." he scoffed, as if the implication of wanting her there was ridiculous. "My friend, Anika, is interested in your friend Mindy and she asked me to invite her. I assume she wouldn't like going alone, so you can go too, I guess."

"So thoughtful." she rolled her eyes. "No promises."

"So you won't go?" Ethan asked.

Y/N's shoulders slumped. "I guess I will, but just because Mindy is interested in her too."

"Awesome." the boy said with fake enthusiasm. "Party starts at midnight."

"Can't wait." she showed him her fakest smile.

"By the way, I wasn't lying. You really do look good in that shirt." he said before leaving.

Y/N walked away, cheeks on fire. He was an irritating, infuriating, exhasperating asshole. But he was also hotter than hell, which made him even more annoying because she couldn't help but feel heated by his words.

Y/N and Mindy managed to sneak in through the fence that separated both camps. The owner's daughter still couldn't comprehend why it had been necessary for the Landrys to set a camp just right next to another one. But oh well, it was what it was.

"There they are." Y/N tilted her head towards Anika and Ethan, who were doing their job as counselors in one corner.

"Hey, thanks for doing this." Mindy said as they made their way to them.

“Of course, Minds. I know how much you like her.”

“I was hoping you’d change your mind.” Ethan spoke with an exaggerated tone of disappointment when the girls reached them.

“And pass the opportunity to annoy you in your own territory? No way.” Y/N flashed him a venomous smile before turning to Anika. “Hey, Ani. Nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N/N” she smiled sweetly. Despite the rivalry Y/N had with her friend, she had always been super kind to Anika. “Want to dance, Minds?”

“Sure.” Mindy looked at Y/N, silently asking her if she was okay with it. Y/N sent her a subtle nod, and both girls got lost amongst the campers.

“They’re cute together.” Y/N said.

“They are.” Ethan agreed. He passed her a can of beer, which she thanked with a nod.

“You know, it took two people’s help to get me out of that shirt.”

“And sadly, I wasn’t one of them.” he made a clicking sound with his tongue while shaking his head.

“That’s the second time you mention wanting to get my shirt off me. Are you that desperate?” Y/N smirked, taking a sip of her drink.

Ethan eyed the way her throat moved as she swallowed “And you blush every time I mention it. Are you that desperate?” he mirrored her smirk and took a sip of his beer too. His lips were glistening, soaked by the drink, and for a moment the sight left Y/N in a trance.

She hadn’t noticed how tempting his lips were. They were round and full, and she got the sudden urge to trace them with her finger and feel how soft they were. Y/N looked up and their eyes met. Ethan had caught her eyeing his lips, but he didn’t look smug like she would’ve expected. Instead, he held her stare with intensity and she noticed them turn darker.

The air instantly got thick, their skins turned hot and breaths turned uneven. Their bodies stiffened, feeling their hearts accelerating and a swarm of electricity ran from the top of their heads right to the tip of their toes.

Their magnetic field grew stronger with the passing of seconds, until the mood was broken when something bumped against Y/N’s shoulder, making her fall into Ethan’s side.

“Shit, sorry. Tripped over my own feet.” the guy apologised. He was tall, though not as tall as Ethan. He had short dark brown hair that fell to the sides of his face like a curtain, and an amazing bone structure. He was handsome and Y/N wondered why that camp was filled with such good-looking people.

“It’s okay.” Y/N smiled weakly. She didn’t know if she should be glad or mad that the moment was ruined.

“I’m James, camp counselor.” the guy presented himself. He inspected her face carefully. “Wait, aren’t you Y/N? From Garden Gate?”

“Yup, if you tell anyone you saw me here, I’ll kill you.”

The boy laughed. It was deep and rough, extremely attractive. “My lips are sealed. But I’ll be extra careful if you accept dancing with me.”

Y/N could feel Ethan’s eyes on the side of her face, expectant to hear her answer. James was gorgeous, and in other circumstances she wouldn’t have hesitated, but right now she wasn’t dying to dance with him. On the other hand, if she stayed with Ethan, she’d have to acknowledge the strange moment that happened between them.

“Just for a bit, I’m not much for dancing.” she finally said. And when she felt Ethan’s stare on her back as she walked away with James, part of her regretted her decision.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan asked, leaning against the wall next to the doorframe, when Y/N exited the bathroom. She had excused herself from the dance floor, leaving James alone, and Ethan took his opportunity to get the irrational anger off his chest.

“You’ll have to be more specific, Landry.”

“You, dancing with James. Didn’t your father teach you not to fraternise with the enemy?” his jaw was clenched and his body burning with rage.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anika is also fraternising with the enemy, yet I don’t see you mad over that.”

She had a point. Truth was, he had wanted to punch James so badly when he saw his hands gripping Y/N’s waist and the way she was smiling up at him as she swayed her hips in such an hypnotic way. Ethan didn’t know what was going on with him, but he knew that he and Y/N had an undeniable chemistry. And he wanted to dive into it.

“You’re right.” Ethan said after a few seconds.

“Great. Can you move?” Y/N asked, as his tall frame was blocking the door.

He didn’t budge. “You’re not going back to him.” Ethan stated calmly.

Y/N scoffed. “Why do you care if I go back to him or not?”

Ethan took a step closer, leaving them chest to chest. Y/N had to tilt her head up to look at him properly. Her confused eyes made contact with his darkened ones. The kind of dark that made Y/N’s insides melt. She set her hands on his hard chest, while his found her hips.

None of them knew who got rid of the distance, nor did they care. The only thing that mattered was that their lips were pressed together in one heated, breathtaking and passionate kiss.

They kissed like they were liberating the tension they had been accumulating through the years, like they were letting out the anger that every prank, insult, glare and hurtful comment had made them feel. They kissed like it was something they had been wanting to do for a long time and never realized—or never wanted to realize.

“Hate you so much.” Y/N slurred between kisses as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him inside the bathroom, pining him to the now closed door. “You’re so good at this. I hate you.”

“I hate you more. Seeing you with someone else makes me furious, and I hate you for that.” he descended his kisses to her neck, collarbone and shoulders. Those kisses were softer and slower, as if he just wanted to feel her skin with his lips.

“I hate that your lips are soft and that I’m already addicted to them.” she said as she played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“I hate how many times I’ve dreamt about this, and I hate even more that this is better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” he lifted her up and set her on the counter.

Y/N’s hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him even closer. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, it makes me so mad.”

“Tell me about it. Just my luck, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen is also the bane of my existence.” he squeezed the back of her neck.

“Good thing we found something to help us release our anger.” she bit his lip so hard that it drew blood.

“Asshole.” he cursed. Then, an idea passed through his mind and a grin appeared. Before Y/N could address the weird reaction, Ethan attacked her neck making her squirm.

“Ethan, what the fuck!”

“Have fun explaining that to your father, sweetheart.” he smiled devilishly. Stepping back, after giving her one more short kiss, he opened the bathroom door. “See you tomorrow.”

“This changes nothing, prank war is still on.” she said with a glare.

How he loved when she got all angry with him. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. But it does change things, we can still have our little rivalry, hate each other, but I’m the only one who gets to kiss those pretty lips, understood?”

“I don’t know.” she scrunched her nose and gave him teasing eyes. “I’m kinda curious to know how James kisses.”

“You can try, but we both know you’ll came back to me.”

Y/N was sure that was true, but she wasn’t going to admit that. “Oh, yeah? Why so confident?”

“Because our chemistry is unmatched. And because I know that if you truly wanted to know how James kisses, you would’ve already made a move. You always go for what you want.”

The fact that he knew her so well made Y/N’s heart go crazy. “Meet me tomorrow at the fence after 8pm?”

Ethan shook his head, and Y/N hid her disappointment. But then, he went and made her cheeks flush when he said, “That’s seems like eternity, need to see you earlier than that. Before breakfast? At the fence.”

Y/N tried not to smile. “Okay.”

Ethan couldn’t help himself, and walked towards her again to kiss her once more. Just one kiss and they were both turned into fools. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

The thing that started between them was like a sin. Their parents would never approve, but that’s what made it so passionate and exciting.

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calliesadeckis · 2 months

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Hi! Love your work, could you write a dick Grayson fanfic abt him and a quiet female reader warming up to each other (set between season 1 and 2)?

yes, of course!!!! god, i've wanted to write for titans on here so bad i just didn't have the inspo so thank you<333

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talk to him

titans dick grayson x fem!reader

sunmary: you weren't exactly much of a people person. especially since you were 1 of 2 adults living in a huge tower in san francisco, watching over 3 kids you don't really talk to outside of training. and the only other adult being closed off so who knows what'll happen when he decides to talk to you out of no where

cw: not much, there's just some fluff with a teaspoon of angst because of communication issues (they both suck at small talk and beyond)

a/n: idc what anyone says about this show, it's given me so much comfort and a lot of fun and likable characters. so i'm so glad i can write for them as long as you guys send requests for them. as well as other characters from other shows like yellowjackets and etc. also i love dick grayson, even though he can be a bit annoying in this show (that i can admit) but he's hot so ajsjfndmfmf. also, i'm sorry it took sooooo long, writers block got to me badly these past few months, so i apologize if it's cringey and awkward. but i do give the benefit the doubt here because this story is suppose to be like that (also the fact i'm projecting my "bad at small talk" trait here). two grown adults that can't seem to have a normal conversation, like at all

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after the trigon incident you were dragged in by circumstance, you were the only other adult to volunteer to help dick with... whatever he was doing. you didn't have any life to go back to anyways, and you made a connection to everyone else so why part ways and it be unlikely to see them again. sure, you weren't particularly close with the kids, but, what are you supposed to do in order to bond with them? so that left dick in titans tower, but he wasn't as much of a talker as you outside of training.

everyday for the past few weeks have been, eat, train, sleep, repeat on a loop, no 'how was your day' questions, because the days are always the same so there wasn't any point of asking. and you could tell the kids were getting bored of it, very fast, and you could not blame them. being stuck in a repeating pattern with nothing else happening started getting old after the first couple weeks. so, you didn't really know how long it would take til something changed, it couldn't be like this forever.

during this time, you admired the grayson from afar, he was attractive, what else could you say? you weren't an idiot. and you also were aware of his previous entanglements with kory and you didn't wanna be involved in that. and, well... you felt like a teenage girl having a crush on a guy who was going through some shit, so it was better not to bother him.

and not being much of a talker doesn't make the conversation about feelings be any better. like, maybe this was attraction and nothing more? you were aware of the difference between liking someone physically and liking them emotionally (specifically in a romantic sense). but even as you admired him, you learn things about him, paying attention to the little things. deep down, he cared for other people, if he didn't, he wouldn't have taken rachel in and helped her, and he wouldn't have done the same for gar or jason either. people just have their own way of showing their love and care.

but your admiring wasn't exactly subtle. rachel had noticed it when you were looking at dick from across the room, talking with jason. the roth wasn't sugarcoating anything when it came to this, "you keep staring, you're probably gonna be capable of shooting lazers from your eyes." and you knew she was joking around but she caught you by surprise, making you face the young girl. "why is it any of your business?"

"because it's kind of sad seeing you pine for him like this." she points out, "and also, gar and jason made a bet whether or not you'd confess. we have eyes, you know?" and she lightly bumped your shoulder with hers with a smile on her face, "and i'm sure dick feels the same way, though he's not very good of showing it."

"that is ridiculous." you shake your head, "one, i don't like him. not like that. i just think he's cool."

"are you sure about that?" the roth rose her eyebrow, "talk to him." but you were not moving from where you were so rachel decided to take matters into her own hands, she then gave you a push (a literal one) towards him, and now you couldn't run away. all you could say was, "hey..."

"hey." he responded. jason just stood there awkwardly in between the two of you, "okay, well uh—" he pretends to look at a watch that's not even on his wrist, "look at the time, i must be going." and he had immediately ran out of there before dick tried to stop him. there was an silent pause and you were trying to figure out what to say, but before you could, he asks, "do you want some coffee?" all you did was nod. after that, there was even more silence, you two haven't had a conversation that wasn't training related in like, a while. it just felt like you were both strangers who didn't know each other nor were you fond of one another.

"you're just as bad at small talk as i am, huh?" you finally had spoken up. and dick just shook his head, "i don't know what you're talking about, i know how to make small talk."

"oh really?" you rose up your eyebrow, "okay mr. 'i know how to make small talk', what do you wanna talk about? and please, don't let it be training related. because if i have to hear you talk about that one more time, my head is gonna explode." you tried to look irritated, but he could notice a small smile on your face. then he immediately went into the 'deep, emotional' stuff, "you never told me why you came here. you just did, and i'm surprised you stuck around as long as you have."

you answered it anyway, because why not, "well, it's not like i have anywhere else to go." you set down your drink, making direct eye contact at him, "besides, the second i got here, and realized how big this place is and i have my own room... what, did you expect me to pass it up?" and you ended up making him laugh, which was surprising, "what is so funny, i'm just being honest." you were unsure why he was laughing, so you just took a sip of your coffee. he explained, "your honesty is refreshing, that's all."

"really?" and he nodded as a reply. you just sighed, taking your coffee and leaving. it's not like you had anything else to talk about and just sitting there would make it more awkward, so you just left. does it make it any less weird? absolutely not.

you guys didn't talk much after in the next few days, up until you decided to play hero on solo when you see a woman getting mugged by this guy in a mask. it was like one of the many movie cliches that you see brought into reality.

too bad it didn't turn out like expected, where you got shot in the leg. thankfully, the kids were able to track you down and bring you to the infirmary, gar was trying his best to patch you up and rachel was there for emotional support. as for jason... there wasn't much else he can do than just stand watch, up until dick had walked in with a worried expression, and the three teens immediately rushed out of there as soon as he walked in the room. you could've left if you wanted too but, obviously you couldn't.

"jesus fuck, you could've gotten yourself killed, what were you thinking?" all of his emotions were being let out in that moment, it was the most emotion you've seen him express towards you in like... ever. yet you couldn't help but be a bit sarcastic, "yeah, keep yelling... it's not like i'm literally a few feet away from you or whatever."

dick sat on the edge of the bed and started to explain, "sorry, it's just... when i heard what happened, i didn't know how to feel, or express it correctly." he gently set his hand on your injured leg, softly, "just if anything happened to you, i—"

"i'm tougher than you think, grayson." you reassured him, and you noticed a tiny smile creeping up on his face.

"i know it's just... i don't wanna lose anyone else."

you lean up a bit to set your hand on his shoulder, "i'm not going anywhere, dick." you then stopped for a second as you come to realize, "and we just had a conversation that didn't involve small talk. maybe i should get myself hurt more often." you were obviously joking at that last part, but dick's reaction to it was priceless, "i'm kidding. you are just... not what i expected."

"the feeling is mutual."

a part of you wanted to kiss him, that it felt right, but another part was saying how the timing of it all wasn't. and maybe these feelings you're having are actually real. because now, there was something in your heart that was growing that wasn't just admiration, and it felt weird, but a good weird.

maybe when the timing is right, they'll get to it, but until then, your growing friendship in the moment is enough for now.

#titans #dc titans #dc titans x reader #titans x reader #dick grayson x reader #titans dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagine #jaiden writes things #maydayforus

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blueberrypancakesworld · 5 months

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Saw - A fluffy Christmas - Door.12

warning : fluff

The calendar

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Mark : Christmas if he has time for it at all. Before the death of his sister and his new job as Jigsaw's tutor, he liked Christmas. Not without all the decorations and certainly not the Christmas songs but he liked the whole family coming together, finally seeing each other again and that love and compassion was most important at this time.

Strahm: Even if he looks like a tough shell, he loves Christmas and the Christmas season. He loves drinking Christmas punch, getting Christmas hats with his friends and celebrating with his colleagues. But he also loves buying presents and seeing his loved ones unwrapping them. If he even had enough alcohol, he would sit down at the karaoke machine and sing away.

Lawrence : Christmas is death for his wallet. He knows how much his favorite and only daughter wants and of course gets. Apart from that, he finds the work parties at the hospital rather annoying as he would rather have a small family gathering. A cuddly evening under the tree and on the couch. Receiving presents is not really important to him - good food and his family are much more important to him.

Adam : The young photographer had always celebrated Christmas alone since he moved out and started his dubious picture business. He liked Christmas especially the sweet snacks that were laid out and a glass of warm milk in front of the TV with a cigarette was always his own idea of Christmas until now. But together with his darling at Christmas he gets to know the colorful streets. The little presents and how nice it could be to be among people.

Eric : Christmas it's Christmas? Because of his work, maybe the odd affair and a teenage son who hates him, Christmas isn't the only thing he spends. He usually comes home late anyway and is rather surprised when he sees Daniel and his stepmother lying on the couch. There are fairy lights and Christmas tree balls on top of the two of them, who had apparently decorated the house together. Since then, he has brought a small gift for them every day and will never forget Christmas again. He wants to be there for his family.

Amanda: Christmas was never celebrated in her home, she was locked up and her only light was a string of lights. She likes fairy lights and loves to decorate her apartment and even the factory with them. But in their shared apartment, the two would bake cookies to Christmas metal music and play them together in front of a few movies and recorded past Jigsaw games. While they both agree that they need to pick up a present for John. Of course it's a Santa outfit for Billy.

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#advent calendar #saw movies #saw #mark hoffman #peter strahm #adam faulkner #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #eric matthews #amanda young #mark hoffman x reader #peter strahm x reader #lawrence gordon x reader #adam faulkner x reader #eric matthews x reader #amanda young x reader

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lfghughes · 11 months

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Can’t Control My Mind

a/n: I’m letting you all know right now this is going to have a few parts to it so if you do like it don’t fret it won’t end here.

Matthew had always been a pain in your butt and that part that had sucked the most about that growing up was the stupid little crush you had on him for years but he had always treated you like a little sister. You were sure it could have been worse. You and Brady had been best friends for as long as you could remember and you had gone through every major life change with him. You had also played wingman for him and introduced Emma to him who was now his fiancé.

Even though you had gone off to college and both brothers had gone on with their careers you still got to see Brady and Emma pretty often and remained close to them. Matthew on the other hand it was pretty rare that you were around him. Except for this upcoming week where you all would be together because of the wedding. Not only were you both going to be there but you both played pretty important roles in the wedding party.

You didn’t have much time to mentally prepare for the trip and at least your childhood crush on him has gone but still you knew Matthew and you knew his arrogance would probably get on your nerve. Or maybe this was you assuming, again you didn’t get to see him often but from what you saw in the media he was pretty arrogant especially after the season he had. You would be flying out with Brady, Emma, Matthew, and their parents.

Sitting in your seat you tried your best to not groan at the fact that Matthew would be sitting next to you the whole trip. It was just a few hours. A few long hours. But you had really hoped to be next to Emma. “Guess we’ll be stuck together for a little while.” Matthew grinned.

Matthew P.O.V

It had been way too long since Matthew had last seen his brothers best friend. Of course he saw the social media posts and every once in a while when he would get the chance to go back home would see her here and there but since she had grown up and gone to college he hadn’t the chance to really talk to her and wow was she attractive. No more awkward teenage phase that was for sure.

“I can’t believe you didn’t come out to any of my games with Brady, kind of rude of you.” He definitely meant it in a teasing way although maybe he wasn’t all joking about wanting her there. “Eh, my favorite brother wasn’t playing.” She shrugged and Matthew couldn’t keep the amused look off his face. This would definitely be a fun plane ride and he had no intentions of staying quiet and watching a movie. Although from the looks of it she was planning on reading a book.

“You’re not going to even try to entertain me?” Maybe he could be a little insufferable and the sigh that left her lips confirmed that but she did close the book so it clearly worked. “You know teenage you would always find a reason to talk to me.” Which was very much the truth but with being the older brother the last thing he wanted to do was hang out with his younger siblings and their friends. “Yeah, back when I had a massive crush but not anymore.”

An amused laugh left his lips. “Please, you’re telling me if I tried to kiss you right now you wouldn’t be down?” Immediately she shook her head no but there was a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks. “Absolutely not.” But the words came out a little unsure. Or maybe she did mean it but he would definitely be testing out the water this week. At that exact moment Brady chose to come over. “You’re not being annoying are you?”

“Oh no, I’m just asking your best friend over here if she still has a huge crush on me.” Brady scrunched his nose like that was the grossest thing he had heard which in his eyes he had never understood any girl who had a crush on his brother but much less his best friend having one.

Readers P.O.V

You definitely had your hands full this week. With the way Matthew had been teasing you too so far was just a sneak peek of the week to come you were sure. Plus you had a very good feeling that before the week was done if this teasing kept on you would probably end up kissing him at some point but you would not give Matthew the satisfaction of knowing that okay maybe even after all this time he was still significantly more attractive than most boys you had met. “I’m going to take a nap just so I don’t have to deal with you.” You told him, a grin on your lips. “Oh feel free to use me as your pillow, I’ve heard I’m quite comfortable.”

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk blurb #( cant control my mind ft matthew tkachuk )

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exo-raskreia · 3 months

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idk if it means much because gojo called a lot of people with their first name, but to me it means quite a lot that utahime gets mad at him for not using honorifics, but still turns her head and pays attention when he calls her name again after she scolded him. people can see it as she has no choice or just being business with him, but it also means she's comfortable and knows he's a brat and annoying to her and she still chooses to be kind and remind him he should respect her (funny). I remember a tweet saying she wears her heart on her sleeve and expressive and loud and if she wants gojo to stop the teasing, she possibly can, especially if she really hated him. but look at them, it went on for more than 10 years.

Well, Utahime is one of the 3 adults Gojo calls by first name with no honorific (the others being Geto & Shoko). It's strange & interesting when u think about it... 👀

Yes, Uta seems to have the personality to be able to tell off Gojo if she really wanted him to stop the teasing. The fact it's been going on for more than 10 years means that maybe, she's not that bothered by it. She seems to like bantering with him, matching his energy.

She's the only one crazy enough to feel competitive towards him 😂; probably thinks she can beat him at something. "He can't be good at everything!" she probably tells herself. (Girl, it's been years, lol...). It's cute & funny tbh. If she truly hated him, she wouldn't indulge him.

Even Uta's own students find her reactions to Gojo strange in the 2nd JJK novel (Chapter 2)...

We know she loves baseball, so of course she wanted her students to put their all into it, plus, it's Gojo's students they were competing with. She was all fired up. But for her students to compare her passion for baseball with her reactions to Gojo...well...that's an interesting observation 👀

Gojo must enjoy the banter too. He can't help himself every time they're in the same vicinity. He's so good at everything that he doesn't have particular hobbies (as stated by Gege) but he's been teasing Uta consistently for more than 10 years...never seeming to get tired of it...

They both act like teenagers 🤭. Maybe they should get locked up somewhere to finally confront whatever's going on between them... 🫢

I also think it's interesting how Utahime always listens to Gojo & trusts him so much despite her annoyance towards him. She didn't doubt him when he brought up the traitor & let him talk for 3:41 minutes on their phone call 👀. She was not informed about the attempted assassination of Yuuji at the Goodwill Event; it's like Gakuganji knew she wouldn't agree to it, & her students didn't even think to tell her either. She must be that kind, and/or maybe she trusted Gojo's judgement in keeping Yuuji alive, which Gakuganji may have suspected.

Then we know she not only did the risky task of investigating the traitor at Gojo's request, but buffed him against Sukuna... on Christmas Eve... barefoot... He most likely asked her for help again & she agreed... I still want to know how this went down 😫. You don't do all this for someone you supposedly hate nor ask this much of someone you find weak...

At this point, one's inclined to believe there might even be some sort of tension between them... Afraid (and/or unable) to take another step closer, but can't stay away, so they stick to what they know... Not too close but not too far from the other...

#gojohime #gojo and utahime #anonymous #reiapost

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waklman · 1 year

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hey! It’s my birthday today! I was wondering if you could write a small blurb about Bradley doing something special for babybear on her birthday? No worries if you aren’t able to! I love the series! <3

Birthday Suit

first off, happy freaking birthday!!!!! of course i’ll write something for you!!!! thank you for enjoying my series, i have on my party hat for you right as we speak B) i wanted to get this posted on the day of your birthday so sorry if it’s not as polished >.> (also maybe because i wrote this on the shaky bus..so that too haha)

warnings: fluff, 18+ blog in general, minors dni.

word count: 900

something ‘bout you masterlist.

“Shit–she’s not here yet, right?” Bradley asks frantically, nudging the door open with his foot—hands clumsy handling a cake.

He’s yet to look up from the very costly decorated birthday cake, trying to balance it with sweaty fingers. You’ve been raving over the local bakery’s designs lately—showing Bradley their custom made desserts to an endless degree.

Which only meant that—he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t splurge on a cake. Especially one that was shaped like the head of a bear. When he finally arrived at the bakery for pickup, in his scramble to show up on time—Bradley couldn’t even be mad that one of the bear’s eyeballs were slipping off the edge, because you’d like it.

It would make you laugh, and that’s all Bradley needed to know before stuffing a fat twenty dollar bill in the tip jar—rendering the teenage girl at the register speechless.

As he sets the cake down, Bradley stretches his neck to face the group of usually chatty aviators surrounding the kitchen island.

His eyes are already narrowed into slits, staring at them through his eyebrows with a warning look.

There’s only silence between him and the group, who all have their mouths parted in shock. Hangman’s mouth is parted the widest, making the paper party horn slip from his teeth—which annoys Bradley even more.

Bob is the only one who can’t face Bradley, blinking down at the cake nervously—trying his hardest to ignore his choice of apparel.

“Don’t say a thing,” he grits, watching Jake collect his thoughts, lips puckering together—a clear sign that he does in fact—has something to say.

To no one’s surprise, he’s the first to speak up. “What the—What the fuck is on your face?” Jake sputters, lips curling inside his mouth to let out a hideous laugh.

He says exactly what everyone’s thinking, causing most of the pilots to double over in laughter. Though some of them—well just Coyote, accidentally spits up in his own hand, from holding in his amusement.

“What the fuck is on his face?!” Natasha yells the question at Jake. “Don’t you mean—What the fuck is he wearing?” Natasha puts forth, tugging on the pink tutu around his waist.

“Hey. Hands off woman, this took forever to put on.” Bradley grunts, turning his hip away from her hands.

It’s not like Bradley isn’t aware of how ridiculous he looks. There’s a full shaving cream beard ringing around his mouth for God's sake. Not to mention the bright pink tulle around his jeans—paired with a matching princess tiara sitting on his curls, of course.

He’s actually very aware that he looks like he’s been dressed by a group of six year old girls given free reign—also known as the collective who runs your brain. You’d have a hoot at this.

Before anyone else can get another word in—the front door of your apartment jiggles, and Fanboy quickly hushes everyone. The make fun of Rooster convention is put to an end as everyone scatters to a nearby hiding spot. If it’s one thing the group is good at—it’s knowing how to act quickly.

Right as you walk in, you almost fall over from being greeted with loud screams of “Suprise!” and “Happy Birthday!” and even one “I love you more than Rooster!” coming from Hangman.

Clutching your chest, your mouth stretches into a wide smile—heart full of joy at the surprise. “W-What? Oh my god,” you catch sight of Bradley first.

Completely dropping your stuff onto the floor, you go running at the flushed pilot, throwing yourself into his arms. Bradley stumbles back with a shy look on his face, “How do I look honey?”

You place a searing kiss to his mouth, letting the shaving cream stamp your own face—matching Bradley. “So freaking cute, I love the tiara,” you laugh, taking it for yourself.

Jake’s already starting, “See, I don’t know—it looks fine on her but on Rooster it’s kinda—” Natasha jabs him in the ribs with her elbow, not wanting him to ruin the moment. Jake groans, catching the hint.

Bradley finally drops you, hands still on your waist as you slip back onto the wooden tiles. You get distracted, playing with Bradley’s skirt as he grins down at you, “How’d they get this in your size? I tried checking before but—”

“Ahem.” Payback cuts in, knowing you and Bradley tend to get lost in your own little world.

You both turn to face the noise, and everyone’s surrounding the cake, waiting for you to notice it.

“No. No you didn’t!” You gape, hands coming to your mouth—smearing your new white beard.

Your eyes start to actually well up watching everyone make excited gestures at you—happy that you got your dream cake. Hangman flaps his hands around the cake, with an open smile.

Unable to contain your tears, your fingers stretch over your eyes, covering your face completely. “Baby—wait hey are you crying?” Bradley worriedly leans down, trying to pry your hands off.

You fall foward into his chest, and he catches you. “It’s s’cute. The ugly little eyeball—I can't,” you muffle into your palms.

“Thought you’d like that,” he laughs, glad they’re just happy tears. Placing a kiss onto your hairline, he whispers, “Happy birthday babybear.”

“Babybear!” All the pilots shout in unison, some even tearing up themselves. In a flash, everyone's throwing themselves at you both, turning it into a group hug. Hangman is the last to join, wrapping his arms around everyone, sniffling.

You just cry harder at the sentiment, this is the best birthday ever.

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watermelinoe · 6 months

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Do you feel as though most lesbians on radblr (not all of course) are… you know? Like.. they progressively become more and more biphobic after months or years of being decent. I don’t know if I’m making a lot of sense, but first it was the 22v6 girl, then normallesbian, then menalez, and now heterophobicdyke too.. i know there are more examples but i’m just getting tired of the biphobia on here.. ☹️

honestly i don't think of this as a lesbian problem. afaik 22v6 wasn't a lesbian. i can't really speak on the other users you mentioned bc i don't follow them, i've seen some of the behavior i'm about to describe from some of them but they don't come to mind when i'm thinking of some of the worst things i've seen on here.

radblr in general just has an accountability issue. someone will say something biphobic (or homophobic! afaik that woman who made that homophobic pastor comparison remade and carried right along) and some people will express disapproval, but most will ignore it or try to downplay it and they'll keep interacting with that user. i'll use heterophobicdyke as an example since she's deactivated, but someone in her inbox was complaining that bi women "whine" about our rape and dv statistics, and in her response she completely brushed past it, zero acknowledgement of that being a fucked up thing to say. that's one typical radblr response. downplaying is another. but the worst imo is being accused of being manipulative.

so if we complain about being called dickmunchers on here, we may be told it's just "venting" and to log off and get real problems, but if we mention said real problems (rape and ipv statistics as well as substance abuse and mental illness statistics) then we must be weaponizing those statistics to play the victim in the great lesbian vs bisexual war that we've all been drafted in i guess. bi women are all master manipulators, obviously.

so where does that shit come from? imo, not radblr.

most deranged shit being said about bi women can be traced back to this blackpilled thing. radblr's biggest problem is that instead of saying "hey that's a deranged thing to say," the gyns are more annoyed with bi women for ~making a big deal out of it~ when WE say "hey that's a deranged thing to say." i can make a post documenting some deranged thing someone said and the two responses i will get are: "this is based actually and i hope your nigel kills you" <- some blackpill weirdo orbiting radblr who assumes i'm male-partnered, and "log off if you don't like it" "that's not a radfem" (bonus points if it's about a user that radfems regularly reblog from) <- radfems

and that's not a lesbian thing, the root is just that no one here thinks bisexuality is an oppressed sexual minority. kind of ironic for the "we totally understand class analysis" group. but if it seems worse than before, i think that's because the blackpill thing is sort of in vogue rn, especially with edgy teenagers orbiting radblr.

it would be nice if more women on here would actually stand up for bi women instead of finding a million excuses not to do so. that's what i find frustrating, personally. but it also happens with racism and homophobia all the time. i know it doesn't seem like it bc we have conflict all the fuckin time, but i actually think radblr is overall conflict-avoidant to a fault.

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Because, I Love You | 09

; Genre: Mild angst

; Word Count: 3k

; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

; A/N: Sorry it’s taken so long! This one is from JK’s POV...and we’ll get to see his oh so lovely mom once more! Lemme know what you think by leaving a comment or sending an ask, and please reblog this so more people will get the chance to see it. I’d love to know what you think, and thanks for reading!

; Masterlist

Jungkook: I love you

Y/N: I love you? Where did that come from?

Jungkook: Just…wanted to say. Trying to remember that I love my mom too

Y/N: Oh dear

Y/N: What's she done?

Jungkook: I'll tell you later

He knew he couldn't tell you that his mom had invited his high school girlfriend to dinner without his knowledge. You might find it funny, but he was protective of you. The last thing Jungkook wanted was for you to feel hurt, which was silly because you were a grown woman who was even older than him. As you’d told him many times previously - you could take care of yourself. But his mom was his family, which made her his problem. Especially when she was so blatantly against him dating you.

It wasn’t something he’d had to consider previously, said high-school girlfriend had been the only one who’d ever met his parents. And, of course, they’d loved her. Probably because they were both young and innocent, with no real risk of him doing what his mom didn’t want, given he’d been only a teenager.

He’d come to dinner today at the request of his mom, and he’d been the one to suggest that you stay home. The last few times you’d both interacted had been enough to give him a headache, and he didn’t want to put you through any more of her snide comments. They weren’t even sly, some of them were just plain rude.

It had been a few months now since he’d moved out of his parent's house, so he’d just assumed that they were missing him a bit. They’d done the same when his older brother had moved out, so he’d agreed to come tonight to appease them. He should have known something was wrong when his mom had looked around him when he’d come in, the frown on her face unexpected.

And then he’d walked into the living room to see Ji-woo, the girl he’d dated throughout high school. His first love. The girl he’d broken up with because they were going to college across the country from each other, and neither wanted to limit the other. They’d made a promise to meet up again after college, and if there was still a spark then they’d try again as adults, older and wiser.

He’d forgotten all about it until his mom had started bringing it up a few weeks ago. Jungkook had ignored her, thinking she was just reminiscing in yet another particularly callous way. Now, he knew why she’d brought it up.

“Is there something wrong, Jungkook? You know I don’t like phones at the table.” His mom tuts, shaking her head at him admonishingly before scooping some spiced rice onto her spoon. If he wasn’t looking closely at her, then he wouldn’t notice the twitching of her left eye. But he is, and he does see it.

She’s annoyed at him, that he’s texting at the dinner table. No, that’s wrong, it’s not that he’s texting. It’s that she knows who he’s texting.

Sighing deeply, he lets his head fall forward slightly and wonders how it had managed to get to this point. Why was his mom so against you? You were the sweetest, kindest and funniest person he knew. The absolute light of his damn life at the moment. He’d never loved someone so much in his life, he wasn’t even sure if it was normal how much he loved you.

The sight of you made his chest ache sometimes, and the sound of your voice made him smile instantly. You were the love of his life, but also his best friend. He genuinely couldn’t imagine life without you anymore, which might sound a bit extreme. So he was still in the honeymoon phase of the relationship, sue him, which made it all the more painful that his mom hated you.

Why couldn’t she see the beautiful, smart and kind woman that you were? The woman who brightened his day just by existing?

For God’s sake, he’d read enough Reddit threads to know that this type of scenario often broke relationships. He didn’t want to be the mommy’s boy who couldn’t see the damage his mom was doing to his relationship, to his life. But he also didn’t want to cut his mom out of his life.

He loved his mom, too. Even if it was hard to remember that right now.

“Did you know that Ji-woo is in med-school now? She’s aiming to be a paediatrician.” His mom says with a bright smile, looking over at his ex with genuine happiness. Ji-woo looks back with a shy smile, bowing her head to hide her face from his mom’s praise. She’d always been sweet and humble, so it wasn’t surprising that she wasn’t flaunting her achievements right now.

“Oh, that’s cool. Well done, you always said you wanted to be a doctor. I’m glad it’s working out for you.” Jungkook says politely, not wanting to come off as an asshole. He has no ill will towards her, and he certainly doesn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable once she realises that she’s being a pawn in whatever fucked up game his mom is playing. But he also doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s interested.

Because he’s not.

“Thanks, I wasn’t sure I was going to get into med school after college. I came back once I graduated and…well I delayed a year before applying. Took some time to decide what I truly wanted and…here I am.” Ji-woo smiles at him, and he takes a moment to look over her face more carefully. It’s been years since he’s last seen her, and he marvels at how she’s grown into her face and her body in that time.

No doubt it’s the same for her when it comes to him. But there’s a difference between them both. He can practically see the subtle hope in her, that he’ll finally come back and make good on his promise. Jungkook knew that she was interested in him, he’d seen the way she’d looked him up and down, focusing on his tattoos and his face. A new interest - he sincerely doubted she was still in love with him after all this time.

Or, he hoped so anyway.

“Well, I’m glad it’s working out for you.” Jungkook said politely, filling his mouth with curried chicken to avoid having to talk more. Didn’t work, of course.

“Your mom said you’d gone into video games, right? An animator? That’s really cool, you always were really passionate about games.” There’s an awkward pause as Jungkook gives her a neutral smile, before turning his gaze over to his mom. Narrowing his eyes at her, and wondering how long she’d been in contact with his ex.

He didn’t even want to think about what she’d been feeding Ji-woo, and he scowled at his glass of water. Why did she always have to be messing around like this? She was just making his life complicated at this point.

“Yeah, that’s right. Moved companies a few months ago. It’s not nearly as interesting as it looks, trust me. This is really nice, mom. Did you see it on one of those Facebook recipe pages again?” He asks, trying to deflect the conversation away from himself. Jungkook felt awful, but he just didn’t want to talk to Ji-woo, especially about himself.

“Oh, it’s from Ji-woo’s mom! We’ve been talking a lot lately and reminiscing about when you were both teenagers, and how cute you were together. She’s been experimenting with food lately and swore this was something she thought you’d like. I’ll let her know that you enjoyed it, she’ll be so happy.” His mom smiles brightly at him, before looking over at Ji-woo and giving her the same bright smile.

Jungkook just grips his fork even tighter as he internally curses. She was talking with Ji-woo’s mom, and about the past?! For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t deal with this. All this goddamn meddling, was she trying to piss him off and alienate him?

Something about his expression must have given away his feelings, and his dad had obviously picked up on it as he clears his throat. It almost makes Jungkook laugh at how clearly awkward he looks, but he appreciates the attention being taken away from him. His dad knows how tense things are between him and his mom, alongside his mom clearly doesn’t like you. Jungkook feels sorry for how his dad has to feel like he needs to act as an intermediary between everyone, though he is thankful for it.

“It is good, dear. Make sure to eat up, Jungkook, otherwise your mom will chew my ear off later about you not eating well. I’ve put some of the leftovers into a tub for you to take back to Y/N, as well. I’m sure she’ll like it, too.”

Jungkook swears he can feel the air freeze in the room at his dad’s words. His mom glares at him, her lips pressing together and cheeks flushing slightly. It makes Jungkook’s hands go clammy at the sight, knowing that she’s angry. He never liked it when his mom was angry.

“I will, she’ll love it. Let me just text her and let her know not to make anything for dinner. Thanks, dad.” He smiles at his dad, nodding slightly and noting the slight nod in return. It’s not lost on him that his son’s girlfriend isn’t here and his high school ex-girlfriend is, nor that his wife has been chatting up said ex-girlfriend’s mom.

Glancing back across the table, Ji-woo looks exceptionally awkward as she eats a piece of broccoli slowly. Any sense of pleasure he had at seeing his dad taking his side disappears as he remembers how she’s just being a pawn in his mom’s shitty game. It wasn’t her fault this was happening, and Jungkook felt guilty for her being stuck here.

He looks directly at her and gives her a reassuring smile.

“Sorry, Y/N is my girlfriend. She was busy so couldn’t make it tonight.” He tries to say it in a friendly tone, keeping his voice light to not make it seem like he’s rubbing it in. If his mom is any indication lately, he wouldn’t have put it past her to make up that he was wanting some kind of star-crossed lovers reunion.

Sure enough, Ji-woo looks startled at his words and she glances at his mom. There’s a slight quiver in the hand holding her spoon, and Jungkook remembers her facial expressions well enough to recognise the signs of hurt. Dammit, he didn’t want to hurt her, even if he also didn’t want anything to do with her anymore.

“She wasn’t invited anyway,” His mom says, her voice surprisingly simple compared to her cruel words. “I was hoping this might spur something between you both if I’m being honest. But that’s clearly ruined now.”

“Mom!” Jungkook blurts out, his eyes widening in shock at how blatantly rude she’s being. She ignores him, though, and just glares at his dad. Wincing slightly, Jungkook knows that he’s in for a tough time tonight for ruining her carefully laid plans. Though what she thought was going to happen, is beyond him.

Did she think he’d meet his ex and just break up with you instantly? Maybe she thought that he’d cheat on you or something. Whatever she thought, she was clearly out of her damn mind.

“Mom, stop it,” Jungkook looks over at Ji-woo and gives her a strained smile, shrugging slightly. “I’m really sorry, Ji-woo. I didn’t even know you were gonna be here. I’m so sorry, I can’t even imagine how awkward this must be for you. In case it wasn’t obvious, my mom doesn’t like my girlfriend, though I didn’t think she’d do this.”

Now he looks back at his mom and glares, shaking his head in disgust.

“Seriously? I was willing to leave tonight and just try to forget whatever the hell this was, but not now. Not when you’re being so damn mean. I love you, mom, but I don’t love this version of you.” Standing, Jungkook takes his plate and stalks into the kitchen.

The Tupperware of leftovers that his dad had made was cooling on the side, its lid not fully closed to let it cool quicker. Glaring at it, which was stupid because it wasn’t like it had done anything to him. It’s just the principle of it all, and he needs someone to be angry at right now. Or something, rather.

Scraping the remnants of his dinner into the bin, and cursing the fact that he’d only eaten half of it, he doesn’t even hear the footsteps as they come into the kitchen.

“Jeon Jungkook, you are being very rude right now. There is no need for you to be acting like this, you’re a grown adult. I thought it would be nice for you and Ji-woo to catch up, you were so good together in high school and she’s doing so well in life, right now. Her mom thinks highly of you, too.” His mom has no sense of self-preservation, though he can’t exactly blame her. He’d always been the pinnacle of a good boy whilst growing up, so she’d never really experienced him being angry or annoyed.

Clenching his jaw, he ignores her as he moves past and heads over to the sink. It’s ridiculous that he’s stood here, washing his damn plate whilst his mom gives him whatever version of a self-righteous talk she’s conjured up to justify her behaviour. But he knows that if he just leaves without cleaning the damn thing, then she’ll just use it against him. At least this way, she won’t be able to hold this over his head.

He’s being a good son, even if she’s not being a good mom right now.

“Jungkook! Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Placing the dish on the drying rack, he wipes his hands clean before letting them rest on the counter and lowers his head. He loves his mom, he does.

“Mom, please stop. Just…please. I don’t want to argue right now. Hell, I don’t want to argue full stop. Just…I’m going home. Don’t say anything, don’t try to convince me to stay or anything.” Turning around, he looks down at her and shakes his head in disappointment.

“Jungkook, wait.” She reaches out, her palm towards him and he avoids her touch before skirting around her. Grabbing the Tupperware, he locks it before heading out the door and to the hallway. He’s in the process of shoving his feet into his shoes, his jacket already on when Ji-woo shuffles in from the dining room. She looks so awkward that he almost wants to hug her, just to make her feel a bit more comfortable. But that would be a dumb thing to do.

“I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this. I’m happy you’re doing well, and that you’re in med school and all that, I am. I’m sorry we didn’t keep our promise after college, and I’m sorry for whatever my mom has told you. I don’t know what that is, but I can guess. I have a girlfriend, we’ve been together for over a year and we live together now. My mom doesn’t like her, because…I don’t know. She’s not a bad person, she’s my favourite person and I love her. I’m sorry you’ve ended up in the middle of all this, I can only imagine what my mom was thinking was gonna happen. I hope you don’t take this personally, but as nice as it was to see you…I hope I don’t see you again. Not because I don’t like you, but…it’s too awkward and clearly, my mom will not be able to act normal if we became friends again.” He trails off, feeling unsure of what else to say to get across his feelings.

Jungkook doesn’t want to hurt Ji-woo, but he doesn’t want to give her whatever false hope his mom has been whispering into her ear. She deserves a lot better than whatever shit show was going on here.

For a moment, Ji-woo says nothing. Standing awkwardly with her shoulders hunched and one hand on her elbow, he feels even worse about this whole situation. Which is ridiculous, because he didn’t engineer it.

But then she surprises him by taking a deep breath and straightening her shoulders, tilting her head up and giving him a small smile. Any traces of that teenage girl he’d once loved are gone, and he’s glad to see confidence in her. He did love her at one point, after all.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for…well, being a part of this. I’m clearly in the middle of something and I don’t want to be. I had no idea you have a girlfriend, and I would never want to try and lead you on. You were always loyal, and I can only imagine how great she is if you’re serious about her. I hope you’re happy.” Moving towards him, she reaches out and rests a hand on his arm. There’s nothing weird about it, and he lets her do it.

“Thanks…I hope you are too. It was nice, if awkward, to see you again.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck before smiling and grabbing the Tupperware.

The sight of his mom coming down the hall makes him rush out the door, unlock his car and jump into it as fast as he can. It’s not lost on him that this is your car, given you’d been blocking him in on the driveway.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you were going to laugh at this whole situation when he tells you, or roll your eyes. Maybe you’d even get angry. At the very least, he’s got some curry to bribe you with.

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iren-n-ire · 9 months

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Astrology Observation 11

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🚩 Take note that I'm not a professional astrologer, I just share what I experienced (or observed).

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Pluto transit is in my 2nd house and with Capricorn here, I can say that I'm in héll financially speaking plus add the next transit I have;

Saturn and Neptune transit in my 4th house Pieces, I wanna escape from the reality; I really wanna move out right now like I want to have my own house because I don't feel okay mentally in my family house. I want peace, I have enough chaos a 1st house pluto native and scorpio rising (Sagittarius rising in tropical)

Chiron transit in my 5th house Aries, one of the fuels why I kept crying last night and right now (add the two above and especially the reason below this bullet). Basically, ever since I was a child I really want to be an artist as a job (Taylor Swift, BLACKPINK, BTS et.al) but, I'm here stucked in a destiny of college in a psychology course. My inner child really dreams of becoming THAT person.

These two are my current placement, as a teenager, this is too much for me and I'm crying nonstop because last night my father said, I'm going to change bedrooms again which is a nightmare for me. Some of you already know that my Uranus is in 4th house Pisces and I'm sick of changing bedrooms in our house. I know this isn't a big deal but, this bedroom that I'm crying for is a place of comfort for me mentally speaking. As you can see above, those are one of the hellish placements or transits to have.

Libra in the eleventh house may indicate that their friends are pretty, flirtatious vibes or the way they talk or joke is flirtatious

My mom said I have privacy in our home (she's a cancer rising), as a sidereal scopio rising and moon with pluto in the 1st, you don't know what privacy I am talking about. Let me give you a side note, our house is the type of house you will not have privacy, especially auditory speaking and the same goes for the rooms because you need to share it with someone in the house. I also know that they are observing what I'm doing even though they don't ask it directly. (My family are majority water sun signs plus add their placements, we all know water signs are lowkey checking on you. If you have stellium, placements, or big 3 water you get what I'm sayin')

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I'm sorry, my blog today contains drama. Let's just take it as its a way for me to show you what it feels like to have that transit. I was literally struggling not to cry while typing, its annoying ┌(˵༎ຶل͟༎ຶ˵)┐

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standatsvthoughts · 9 months

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HEY MUTUALLLL😋

CAN I REQ A E42 MILES FIC WHERE THE READER LIKE CAME TO VISIONS AS A NEW GIRL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE YEAR AND THEY BECAME LIKE BEST FRIENDS BUT THEN THEY BECOME THE BORDERLINE OF BEST FRIENDS OR DATING??!!! (they end up dating duhhh)

i need it bc this is the trope i have for my oc🙏🏽🙏🏽 and I also just think its super cute 🫶🏽

HI MUTUAL! And of course you can!

I hope this will be to your liking and what you pictured :))))

Pairing: 42!Miles Morales x fem!Reader

Content: fluff, slight angst, overall nice feelings (somewhat) enemies to friends to lovers, second person POV, angst if you squint

Warnings: bullying, Miles is a dick to begin, autistic coded character because I’m autistic so shh, school (yes school is a warning), implied shorter then Miles reader, cursing, slight violence (Miles punches a guy, pushing, no blood), protective Miles, slight mutual pining, kissing

Not proofread or edited! I repeat, not proofread or edited!

Story Below the cut ⬇️

Your POV

Moving in the middle of the year will never be a fun thing. Especially if you’re enrolled into a new school in the middle of the year. Which you just so happen to be.

It’s not like you chose this. No, that was all your parents decision. So now, here you were, suffering the consequences of their decision by being subjected to a new wave of bullies, annoying teenagers and mindlessly learning.

That’s what for you here, walking through the new hallways of your new school, keeping tightly to yourself as you pushed through the people, doing your best to keep to yourself and not touch anyone.

But their piercing stares are hard to ignore as people whisper and gossip about the new girl. Which now happened to be you. They’ve probably already created thousands of rumours about you, if you know teenagers.

You walk into the office and see the secretary talking with another student. He had dark brown hair that was braided back into two French braids and was wearing a dark purple hoodie with black pants. He seemed less then pleased to be there. The secretary noticed you enter and gave you a friendly smile.

“Oh hello Miss. L/N! Glad you were able to find your way here. Welcome to our humble school,” she greeted you with an overwhelmingly positive attitude. It made you wonder if she was new because no regular secretary would be this happy with dealing with teenagers every day for eight hours.

You wave awkwardly, glancing back at the boy who was also there. He had a scowl on his sharp features and didn’t seem happy to meet you like the secretary was.

“This is Mr. Morales. He had happily volunteered to help show you around the school for your first day so you don’t get lost,” the secretary laughs. Looking back at this ‘Morales’ guy, he clearly didn’t volunteer and he definitely didn’t do it happily.

“Have a good first day Miss. L/N!” She gives you and the boy a small little push towards the door as the first bell rings, signalling the day beginning and you can see students begin to clear the hallways.

You follow as the boy walks quickly out of the office and you have to jog a couple steps to keep up with his long strides.

“Thanks for showing me around. I’m-“ you start to introduce yourself, thanking him once he stops to wait for you but he cuts you off.

“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this because I have to. So don’t talk and let’s just get this over with,” he says, his tone is cold and snappy as he scowls down at you. You falter, huffing in annoyance.

‘Off to a great start Y/N’ you think to yourself bitterly. You’ve been here less then five minutes and someone already hates you. Great. Just great.

“Can I at least know your name. Unless you want me to call you ‘Mr Morales’,” you say back, not sparing to be nice to someone who isn’t nice to you and give him a hard look back. He huffs, clearly annoyed by you.

“Miles,” he answers shortly, not caring that he’s coming off rude and begins walking again. It’s almost like a workout with keeping up with him.

He shows you through the school with very little words, only saying the names of the places before ending off at your first class.

“There. Now don’t talk to me again. If you have questions, go bother someone else,” he says and walks off, leaving you in the middle of the hallway alone.

“Well this day is absolute shit and it’s barely just begun,” you mutter to yourself in annoyance and confusion. It was all so overwhelming and there was nothing you could do about it.

Begrudgingly, you head into your first class, awaiting the judgement, confusion and more overwhelming situations that are likely to come.

- - - Time Skip - - -

It had been a week since you started at the new school in your new town and safe to say, it has been complete shit.

The main bully’s of the school had a field day with having a new victim to pick on. They would laugh at your attempts to defend yourself, which only made it worse.

You had barely seen Miles since your first interaction with him, and you were fine with that. He had been a bit of an asshole to you so it’s not like you were dying to see him again.

Every time you tried to approach him, he glared and walked off without another word to you. It was clear he didn’t want to be friends with you, and you were fine with that. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

However, your week become even worse when you got cornered after school one day by the people who had been tormenting you. And there wasn’t a single person in sight. Just your luck.

They were teasing you, ridiculing you and belittling you, but you weren’t listening. You weren’t saying anything. Just staring ahead, not looking at them. That is, until one of them pushed you.

“I’m talking to you! Listen to me when I talk to you new girl!” One of the older jocks demanded as he pushed you into the lockers. You groaned but refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you weak.

“Answer me!” He yells again, pushing you again and you tried to fight back. The jock was ready to hit you when a voice interrupted.

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls. You turn your head and see none other then Miles Morales standing there in all his intimidating glory.

“Leave her alone,” Miles demands, pushing the jock away from you and standing in front of you.

“Oh, what’s this. Emo Morales talking. Never though I’d see the day,” the jock teases Miles who just glares at him.

“I said, leave,” Miles demands again and the jock laughs.

“And why should I? What are you going to do?” The jock laughs and you glare at him from behind Miles. Miles looks down for a second, giving the jock a false sense of security and he goes to talk again, but is swiftly cut off by Miles punching him in the jaw.

“That’s what I’m going to do,” he remarks with a smirk. You stifle a laugh at how shocked the jock and his friends looked. It was amusing to you.

The jock slowly looks up with anger and Miles’s eyes widen. “Shit,” he mutters and grabs your hand quickly, running away from you before the jock can get any hits in.

“Yeah you better run Morales! You coward!” The jock yells back and you can’t hold back your laughter anymore as you and Miles hide in an empty classroom.

You both look at each other before both of you burst out in laughter.

“Did you see the look on his face? That was priceless!” You say through laughing.

“I know!” Miles agrees through his own laughter. It’s a moment or two before you finally calm down, still having a wide smile on your faces.

“Thanks for that,” you thank once you stop laughing.

“Don’t mention it,” Miles brushes off. Another moment of silence passes.

“Let’s start over, shall we. Just ignore everything that happened this past week,” you suggest and hold out your hand to him. “I’m Y/N L/N,” you introduce yourself.

“Miles Morales,” he says after a beat, shaking your hand firmly in his. His hands were rough and calloused, yet had a feel of gentleness to them at the same time.

“Sorry for being so mean. I’m not good with people, especially new people,” Miles admits sheepishly, pulling his hand back and rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“It’s fine. I get that. I’m not the best with people either,” you assure and he gives you a small smile.

“So… friends?” Miles asks hesitantly and you nod.

“Friends.” You agree with a smile.

That’s how you created your best friend in this town. The one thing that actually went well during your first few months in the town. And possible your crush. Ok, maybe more then possibly, but it’s not like you could ever tell him. You couldn’t ruin the one friendship you had.

“You going to prom?” Miles asked one day after school near the end of the school year. You had been at the school for a few months now and the thrill of having a new kid died down and now you were just a regular student.

“I don’t know. No one’s asked me. And loud dances aren’t exactly my idea of fun,” you answer back. He nods.

“If someone… were to ask you… would you say yes?” He asks slowly. It makes you wonder what he could possibly be planning.

“That depends who it is,” you shrug.

“Do you like someone?” He asks quietly. You look over at him as you answer, your kind filled with thoughts of just him.

“Yeah… yeah I do,” you answer. Miles looks up at you and you can see a bit of a blush on his cheeks as he looks back down. He clears his throat, looking back up and smiling with his so called ‘rizz’ he likes to tease you with.

You giggle at how silly he looks when he makes that face. To any one else, it would have been intimidating, but to you, it was more funny then scary.

“Y/N…” he says your name and you nod, mimicking his tone.

“Miles…” you repeat but with his name.

“Would you go to prom with me?” He asks hopeful and you feel your heart skip a beat. You glance between him and his lips with a smile.

“I would love to go to prom with you,” you answer happily. He leans forward and gives you a small peck on the lips, just a small one to gauge your reaction, hoping he isn’t ruining something.

You smile and lean forward, connecting your lips to his in a longer kiss. You’ve waited for a while to do that.

He pulls back. You both didn’t need to say anything. Your feelings for each other were clear. Through your longing, loving looks to each other, it said more then your words ever would.

“So… dating?” He asks and you laugh, giving him a quick kiss.

“Dating,” you agree. You’ve never been happier.

Finished :)

Hope you enjoyed this and hope it was to your liking!

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drvirgus · 5 months

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Itzy´s Manager

Ryujin X fem! Reader X Yeji

Description: You are Itzy's manager and are always by their side. But what happens when your responsibilities undergo a complete change, and now, especially for Yeji and Ryujin, you do everything to ensure their satisfaction? What do you do if they suddenly fall in love with you?

Warnings: Smut, Ryujin and Yeji G!P

Chapter 5:

Los Angeles... the first city where ITZY will perform internationally in this world tour. We traveled a few days earlier so that ITZY could acclimatize to the air as well.

As I predicted, a video was released of me, as the manager, helping that boy and giving a annoyed look to that teenager. Fortunately, I didn't receive any hate but rather received praise for it.

We arrived at the hotel, and luckily, a whole floor was booked for us. The security men were stationed at the exits, and various staff members were also involved in this tour. Of course...

Even on days when ITZY doesn't have a concert, they still have to record something. Naturally, I helped each of them find a room. Lia and Chae also wanted rooms next to each other.

If they could, I think they would just sleep in one room. But it would be better for them not to share a room. They are already together 24/7. They should at least take a break from each other at night.

Ryujin was the most difficult one. She simply said yes to every single room because she just wanted to order some food. I chuckled as she also invited me to eat with her.

Ryujin looked at me. She licked her lips and said, "We... haven't talked since that incident." Her eyes wandered slightly downward. It seemed like she was nervous or perhaps even embarrassed. Maybe even guilty.

I put her suitcase in the corner of the hotel room, placing my hands on my hips. "You're right... we should talk," I replied, and the person who was 4 centimeters taller than me looked at me hopefully.

I nodded my head and headed towards the open door. I closed it and then went back to Ryujin. "What do you want to eat? I'll order it for you," I said, taking the phone in my hand. Ryujin looked visibly nervous and bit her lip.

"Can I consider this a date?" Ryujin asked as I picked up the receiver. I immediately paused in my movement. My forehead furrowed as I put the receiver back on the phone.

I turned to Ryujin. I saw her playing with her fingers. God... Why did she look so cute right now?

My mind raced. "No," I replied, and Ryujin looked at me with wide eyes. She bit her lip and asked, "Are you... angry at me?" Her hand twitched, and I looked at her.

A gentle smile formed on my face. "No, I'm not angry, Ryu-Unnie," I said, and the older one looked at me, somewhat guilty. "You can call me Ryujin... but I AM older," Ryujin said, trying to lighten the mood with a smile. She seemed to be trying to ease the tension.

I laughed a little as I nodded. "I know, I know. Unnie~," I said amused. Ryujin swallowed as her cheeks now gained some color. I moved closer to her since we were standing quite far apart.

"I'm really not angry. Actually... I liked it too," I confessed. So the boundary had already been crossed...

Ryujin looked at me, her eyebrows raised. "Why... can't I see it as a date then?" she asked, and I snorted amused. Did she really like me?

"I'm your manager," I answered, and Ryujin rolled her eyes, annoyed. She looked at me, running her hand through her short dyed hair and licking her lips.

"What does that mean? Just because you're my manager?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. She took a step closer to me, her eyes staring directly into mine.

"But I... I want you," she said as her hands now rested on my hips. I swallowed nervously, my mouth slightly open, shocked by Ryujin's words.

"You... can vent your stress with me," I whispered almost breathlessly. After all, she had done it before, and so had Yeji... The boundary had already been crossed...

Ryujin looked at me. Her eyebrows raised. "Can I... touch you even when I'm not stressed?" she asked, and I swallowed visibly surprised.

My eyes glanced at the door as I took a deep breath. I could feel my face heating up. Nervously, I chuckled, "Uh... You can..." I answered, nodding my head, "but not in public... remember your job," I said seriously.

"If there's just one scandal, it's over!" I warned, raising my index finger. My forehead furrowed with seriousness. But Ryujin laughed. Her smile broadened as she looked into my eyes.

"You're truly... special," she whispered softly as she approached my face. My mouth opened as I felt her lips on mine. She apparently saw it as an invitation to slide her tongue into my throat.

I froze. My hands moved to her arms, and then up to her shoulders. My face blushed as I noticed my body's reaction.

With a flushed face, I pulled away from her, my mouth slightly open. "You... said you were hungry," I said, embarrassed, as I took a step back from her. My heart was beating way too fast.

Ryujin looked at me, almost as if her brain shut off. She bit her lip as she took a step closer. "I can eat something else," she whispered against my lips as she pulled me back into a kiss.

My eyes widened as I felt Ryujin's hands move from my hips to my buttocks. She bit my lip as she looked deep into my eyes. Her breath caressed my cheek.

I understood exactly what she wanted...

——————————————————————————— Smut !!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!

Ryujin looked at me, her eyes slightly darker and filled with love and lust. Her hands caressed my buttocks, causing me to freeze. My mouth opened as my lips parted.

Ryujin grinned as she looked into both of my eyes. "I should... return the favor, don't you think?" she asked with a mischievous grin as she slowly began to remove my lower garment, torturously slow.

I swallowed, breathing heavily. Was she doing exactly what I thought she was? I bit my lip as I watched her kneel down.

Her lips on my hips, my breath catching. I felt Ryujin's hand lift my top slightly. Impatient and horny, I quickly took off my top.

Ryujin chuckled at my reaction. She hummed against my heated skin. "I see... you seem to want it," she said as she stood up again. Her eyes sparkled with greed as she looked at me.

"The... door, lock it," I demanded, and Ryujin bit her lip. That was all I needed to say. She quickly walked to the door and locked it. She even hung the "do not disturb" sign.

Ryujin was back by my side in an instant. Her hands on my naked hips, she led me to her bed. She made sure I lay down.

But my hand tugged at her top. My eyes bigger then usual as I looked up. Ryujin paused. Her mouth slightly open. "Don't look at me like that, y/n," she whispered softly as she also took off her top.

She immediately lay on top of me. Her hand glided along my thigh. Her lips now on my jaw as they slowly trailed along my neck.

I closed my eyes. The sensation of her lips on my sensitive skin was extraordinary. But to be honest, I wasn't sure which one of us was relieving the stress of the other...

"Patience, baby," I heard Ryujin say in a deep, husky voice. She chuckled slightly. I looked at her questioningly, but my eyes widened as I saw my hands on her shoulders. Apparently... I tried to push her further down.

I shamefully bit my lower lip as my head turned to the side. Ryujin laughed again. Her lips on my exposed chest. One of her hands on my other breast as her other hand glided over my entire body.

"I want to savor you," she whispered softly as her tongue ran over my nipple. My back arched slightly at the contact. My mouth opened silently.

"Every reaction... every taste... every sound," she continued to breathe against my skin. A grin on her face as she elicited a soft whimper from my lips.

Her tongue now on my nipple as she sucked on it. My hand automatically found its way into her hair. My mouth open as I looked up at the ceiling. Her hand on my thigh traveled to my inner thigh, caressing and teasing me there.

"Unnie..." I said impatiently. I bit my lip to not appear too eager, but my body and I both knew it... I wanted her.

Ryujin hummed against my nipple. She grinned as she slid further down. Her tongue against my skin. When she found herself between my legs again, she looked at the wet area. She grinned as she looked into my eyes.

"God... so ready for me?" she asked as she lustfully bit her lip. My face twisted into a pleading expression. I wanted more... much more...

"I know, baby," she said in a husky voice. Her hands now spread my legs a bit wider. One or two fingers slid through the already moist area. She spread her fingers, showing me just how wet I already was.

My mouth opened in disbelief... God... was I this needy?

"I must have kept you on edge for too long, huh?" Ryujin asked, and before I could answer, her face disappeared between my legs.

A soft, rough moan escaped my lips. My head pressed against the mattress. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue on my clitoris. She sucked on it vigorously.

"Ryujin unnie," I moaned softly as my hand gripped her hair more tightly. She only hummed, and her tongue formed circular motions. My mouth opened as my breath caught. My other hand clawed at the sheets.

Ryujin still stroked my belly, moving up to my hip. Until her left hand found my breast again. This time, however, she squeezed the flesh a bit harder. Her index finger on my nipple.

"Don't hold back, baby," she growled against my hot core. Her finger played with my entrance. She grinned as she sucked harder and then her finger plunged into me.

"So tight~" she said, humming. Her eyes looked up, directly into my face. But I couldn't see her clearly anymore. The tears in my eyes blurred my vision.

I bit my lip to keep from being too loud. Ryujin continued to giggle. She seemed to really enjoy seeing me in such a state.

Her fingers delved deeper into me while her tongue satisfied me with a strong rhythm. My moans grew louder and more breathless.

My breathing became uncontrollable as I focused solely on the sensation. Ryujin's tongue delved into me. A loud moan escaped my lips. My half-opened eyes found her. Found her eyes.

"Fuck... I..." I said, breathing heavily. I could barely form coherent words anymore. Ryujin... was really skilled with her tongue.

Breathless, I felt my legs begin to tremble. Ryujin knew what it meant, which is why she once again gave my clitoris her full attention.

"Fuck. I. Ryu- I..." I moaned involuntarily. Completely senseless.

"It's okay, come," she whispered soothingly, and it didn't take long for me to reach my orgasm. My eyes rolled back, and my heart raced in my chest.

Ryujin sucked much more gently now, and after she helped me ride out the orgasm, she kissed her way back up. Her eyes sparkled with pride. My mouth still open as I saw her grin.

Without saying a word, my hands found their way to her neck and pulled her towards me. My lips on hers. I moaned as I tasted myself on her lips.

——————————————————————————- Smut finished.

Her hand on my hair, soothingly caressing me. "You're incredible, y/n," she said as she, too, breathed heavily. Her eyes looked straight into mine.

She lay down beside me, a satisfied grin on her lips. I was still catching my breath, almost panting. I swallowed several times and took deep breaths.

I turned to Ryujin, my chin resting on my hand. I looked at her profile. Once again, I bit my lip.

But I shook my head as I tried to gather my thoughts. I looked at the clock. "You should order something... the restaurant closes in half an hour," I said as I got up from the bed and started getting dressed again.

Ryujin looked at me, her eyes slightly wide. "I thought... we could cuddle some more," she said, somewhat surprised that I got up and started getting dressed.

Nervously, I looked away from her. Why did I always feel so ashamed after doing something like that with her or Yeji?

"I... have to work," I said as I put on my shoes. Ryujin immediately stood up from the bed, her lips slightly swollen, pushed forward.

I gasped for air. "I'm sorry... but I have some things to take care of before I sleep... it's my job," I said, and Ryujin looked at me. Her jaw now somewhat tense.

"Was that just... work, too?" she asked, and I looked at her, an uncertain look on my face.

I don't know, damn it!

I swallowed. "Hurry up and order something. Don't go to sleep hungry," I said, leaving her hotel room almost in a rush.

Fuck, man... she looked so... vulnerable... I... should probably stop this... But... she started it! It's just because of her... that Yeji does the same thing...

#itzy yeji #itzy #shin ryujin #itzy yuna #chaeryeong #choi jisu #itzy lia #g!p #G!P yeji #G!P Ryujin

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makoodles · 1 year

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The fact that I can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!Jake now that I’ve experienced him 😩

Like, when the Sullys are going to Awa’atlu, you go with them, because you’re basically a part of their family. Jake always says you’re an ‘honorary Sully’, so their saying applies to you too : Sullys stick together.

So when you arrive and you basically drool over daddy Olo’eyktan Tonowari, Jake senses mischievous thoughts coming. However, it’s only when you admit to him one night when you’re sleepy that you think both Ronal and Tonowari are attractive that Jake makes his decision. He’s gonna do everything in his power to get you to get laid Tonowari and Ronal’s attention. He’s such a good friend…

He tells Neytiri, because she’s also your friend and she actually kinda likes teasing you (she hides it well tho) and wants to see you happy.

Kiri overhears them talking and is kinda shocked. Who could’ve thought her dad was this mischievous? At the same time, he always does seem to act like a dork around you. She decides that she’ll help her father, because she actually wants to see you happy.

Lo’ak, who was also spying on his parents’ discussion grins deviously. He’s gonna be the one who helps you with that, and he’s finally going to get you to admit he’s your favourite Sully! On top of that, if he can annoy you, that would be great. He just wants to see you happy while he has his fun

Neteyam, who was originally there to stop the both of them from listening was shell shocked. His dad? Wanting to pair you with the Tsahík and Olo’eyktan?? Without you knowing??? He actually kind of likes the idea, but he’ll never admit it. He wants to help his father and help you. You’re basically part of the family, and he’ll help any of his family members.

Of course, when Jake and Neytiri learn that those three were eavesdropping, they were a bit mad. That was before Jake realized they could help him.

When they talk about a plan of some sort, Tuk involves herself in the conversation. They rope her into the GRTNR squad (Get Ronal and Tonowari to Notice Reader Squad). She doesn’t really understand, but she’s happy to be included.

Neytiri pretends that she doesn’t like this and that this won’t help you, but inside, she’s excited. It feels like she’s a teenager once again. She’s usually the one who comes up with the best plans.

MATCH MAKER SULLY FAMILY

no i'm actually in bits, this is the cutest idea ever i'm obsessed!

theyre all so damn chaotic, so there's no guarantee that their efforts to push you and ronal and tonowari together won't end in disaster. especially jake and lo'ak, because when those two get an idea into their heads there's no stopping them. they will honestly turn into a nightmare

#asks #avatar headcanons

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kayesfictioncharactershusbands · 1 year

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Sweet Admirer Kent X Reader

Request: I got super excited when I saw that you write for Kent too ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠) I was hoping that maybe you could write a fanfic about kent x reader where the reader is too shy to confess her feelings for Kent so she gives him gifts anonymously.For example when she sees he got a black eye she sends him an ointment for the eye, some sweets and a card that says that she hopes he gets well soon and signs as "your secret admirer" ( I am sorry these explanation is too long)

Summary: Having a crush on somebody and also being shy about it is really annoying. So, Y/N finding a way to give her crush some ways to make him feel better is great, right? Since he would not know? Right?

Note: Finals are done, so I am writing all the request imagines and also would eventually write my own. So here it is! Hope you would like this one!

GIF by nowadayz

(not my gif)

Let's admit it when you have a crush on a person you tend to be a bit boy-crazy like any ordinary teenage girls do. And right now, you are making an ointment for a certain siren boy. One perk of being related to an enchantress who knows a lot of healing potions and spells, you know how to make one. You get it ready and put a bow on it, with a note that says:

' Use this so that your eyes will heal :)'

-your secret admirer

You left your room and lookeda around the halls and went to the boys dorm, see you're not a stalker, you just happen to know where his dorm is. He shares it with Ajax which is one of your friends. You left the ointment with a note with it.

The next day you have a class with the cute siren boy and saw him talking to his sister. " Divina I swear this ointment works, someone left it on my door yesterday. With a note, but I did know not who it was from. " You heard him say it while you were writing some notes in your notebook.

" A note? What does it say?" Bianca asks him and you were still listening, that you didn't even notice Enid and Wednesday sitting down next to you.

" Here," Kent then showed it to them in which you bit your pen because you were nervous.

"Why are you biting your pen, Y/N?" Enid asked you but you did not say anything.

" Hello! Earth to Y/N?" Enid asked you again while she waves her hand to your face, which made you blink and looked at her. You put down your pen in your notebook and looked at her.

" Oh, hi Enid, Wednesday." You greeted them and smiled at them.

When Ms. Thornhill arrived the class started, and you were also thinking about giving Kent something, and then you thought of something.

Usually, the sirens tend to spend their time at the lake. Or the quad. You also noticed how Kent always just sat and just listening. You don't even know if Divina or Yoko or even Bianca knows your handwriting so, you know they don't suspect a thing.

All the outcasts were tasked to do what they are supposed to do on the outreach day. You gave Kent a scarf that you handmade, yourself. Since it is cold, you gave him one.

With a note that says:

I know you might be cold on the outreach day, so I hope you would wear this

- your secret admirer :)

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Of course, you left it outside his dorm. So when the outreach day came, you saw him wearing the scarf.

" You're not good at hiding your smile Y/N, I know that you are the one who gave that scarf to that siren." You turned to where Wednesday.

" How did you know?" You ask her with nervousness in your tone.

" Thing accidentally saw you, and thing told me. If you like him, you do not have to be shy, I hate to say and gave a piece of advice especially if it is about relationships. You are a great enchantress and also helped me. Be brave, and tell him." Those words from Wednesday gave you encouragement.

After all, she was right. You had been giving Kent gifts, the ointment was not the first one that you had been giving Kent. You have some sweet letters before t encourage him when the exams were coming up.

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The upcoming Rave'n dance was getting nearer, and no one asked you out. Or you didn't ask anyone out.

You were at the quad, just doing your homework when you felt someone sitting next to you.

" So, what ya doing there?" You heard someone says and that made you drop your pen because of the voice.

And so you stood up and get your pen but the both of you get down to get the pen. But your heads got bumped into each other because both of you get the pen, and your hand was on top of his. And your head also bumped into each other.

" Ouch!" You both said at the same time, and when you heard the voice again your eyes went wide.

" Ke- Kent? I - um are you OK?" You stuttered and immediately picked up your pen and stood up. He also stood up properly.

" Yeah, I'm fine how about - wait that's your handwriting?" Kent cut himself off as soon as he saw your handwriting, and without hesitation, you picked up your book and were about to leave.

But he was quick and held your wrist to stop you from walking away.

" It was you," Kent said without hesitation. While you were getting nervous because he noticed your handwriting.

" Wha - what? Wha - what m- me?" You stuttered again and you also want to leave now. You feel very embarrassed because he might make fun of you.

" You were the one who gave me the ointment with the note that says secret admirer, the scarf too. And the notes before. It was you, right?" Kent again asks you but his voice really sounds desperate.

Because you might not know this, but he really appreciates those gifts and notes. He never experienced anyone making those efforts into making him

You sighed and looked down.

"Yes, it was me. And if you think it was weird or anything I'll stop." You told him and he then let go of your wrist. He smiled at your confession.

" I actually don't think it was annoying, it was actually cute. You made me smile, and also your ointment helped my eyes. And that scarf, was really cute, especially with those notes. So, don't think like that my sweet admirer." You looked up at him since he is taller than you.

He put his hand on your chin and that made your heart flutter. And also made you blush because of what he said.

" Re - really?" You stutter again I mean who wouldn't? Your crush found out that you were his secret admirer and he called you sweet.

" Yes, Y/N. " And that made you again shocked, he knows your name?

" How did you know my name?" You ask him he then chuckles.

" I just read your name on your notebook," Kent said and point to your notebook and that made you silently want to cuss because you wrote your name on your notebook.

" Oh, right." You said and awkwardly laughed.

"Anyway, since I just found out that my secret admirer is. I want to know about you more. So, um, would go to the RaVe'N dance with me?" Kent asks you. Now you really want to scream.

Your crush just ask you to be his date. And that made you blush.

" I - um ye - yes." You answered him. And that the both of you smiled. Well, I guess giving someone some gifts and notes really has some perks. And now you're going to the dance with your crush.

#kent fisher x reader #kent x reader #kent siren x reader

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