#and today on flashback scenes I would like to see <3

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Welcome back to Alex's unhinged meta corner, and today I have something surprisingly not kiss-related—though it is still about the final fifteen because hey, gotta keep the brand image.

I read this post by @goodoldfashionednightingale and began typing a small response. Then I made the mistake of drinking half a litre of coffee on an empty stomach right after taking my adhd meds and my brain began vibrating at the speed of light.

But oh, have I discovered parallels. This, my friends, is about the nightingale, where it comes from, what it means, and what the fuck happened in part 3 of 1941.

Ready? Let's go.

Now, as OP said in her post, s1e3 is important. In the script book, Neil himself says that these flashbacks are where the producers would tell him to cut scenes to save money. They suggested every single one—except for the one he ended up taking out, which was the bookshop opening scene set in 1800. The others are building blocks, you need them to see how their relationship progressed and what kind of important milestones they had.

(side note: author is very miffed that english does not have a separate subjunctive form like german which makes quoting lines way more confusing than it has to be)

The one I want to mention is neither 1941 nor 1967. No, what I want to talk about is 1601. This might be about to get a bit rambly but I will do my best to keep it tidy.

The focus of that flashback is on the Arrangement, yes, but it gives us a lot more information than that.

they both see Shakespeare's plays regularly, maybe even meet in the crowd

Crowley prefers the comedies

Aziraphale does not seem to have a preference, he enjoys the tragedies and presumably the comedies too

there is an oyster woman selling food -> reference to their meeting in Rome when Aziraphale tempted him to try some oysters

Aziraphale reflexively denies their relationship

Crowley might say he is not worried but circles Aziraphale the entire time, keeping watch

they both ask favours of each other and both agree to do them

What stands out to me in relation to what I am about to expand on is the line that Crowley delivers after Aziraphale's little 'buck up'—which Crowley finds adorable btw but that's a post for another time.

"Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety."

Why would he say that? What exactly is prompting this? WHY say that specific line?

At first I thought it might be to tempt Shakespeare because he does commit art theft by just copying that line down, BUT I think there is more to that. So much more, in fact. I am wiggling now because I am very excited about this and my adhd meds are kicking in anyway.

First things first: the line itself.

It appears in Shakespeare's play Antony and Cleopatra, a romantic tragedy, which was first performed in 1607 aka six years after this meeting. Enobarbus is talking about Cleopatra and describing why Antony won't leave her. Her.

Ccrowley uses his—again, who is he even talking about? Hamlet? Shakespeare? Random poetic quote?

No, I think this line is about Aziraphale and it's a code. Right after, the next line from Aziraphale is "What do you want?", meaning that this is their code phrase for 'I have a favour to ask of you'.

Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety

Age will not affect his appearance nor will he ever become boring to Antony. Crowley, who later chooses the name Anthony for himself, tells Aziraphale, an immortal, that he will never age and that he will never grow bored of him.

It's flattery, pure and simple, and it's code at the same time. This establishes the important fact that they might use more of Shakespeare's work as code/already have a system in place (even though he steals Crowley's line for later).

They play their little morality game of back and forth, Aziraphale agrees, Crowley probably manipulates the coin toss, and THEN we find out that the oyster woman is called Juliet.

Why? What is the meaning of that? Why give her a name and that name in particular? Why bring the sexy oysters back into it?

Romeo and Juliet premiered in 1597, so it is safe to assume they have both seen it by 1601, but this is mostly for the audience, not for us-or is it?

Aziraphale gives Crowley puppy eyes until he agrees to make Hamlet popular, and while I don't think Juliet itself is a code word, although it's very interesting that the OYSTER woman is the one with that name (especially adding what we now know about Job), Romeo and Juliet might be.

Yes, the Nightingale song came out in 1940 but the bird has been around for much, much longer, and, as many probably know by now, also shows up in Romeo and Juliet.

This is where I am starting to vibrate at the speed of light because listen to me. Listen.

Crowley is Juliet. Anthony J. Crowley. Antony Juliet Crowley.

(side note: I'm not saying that Crowley chose it based on that—though I am not not saying that—but that it is a clue for us at the audience.)

Why do I think that? In the play, Romeo spends the night with Juliet and then goes to leave as the night begins to end. Juliet tries to stop him and tells him that the birds they are hearing aren't larks, which sing at dawn, but nightingales, which sing at night.

Who is the one always pushing for more? Crowley. He is the one trying to convince Aziraphale it's safe, they're safe to spend time together.

Romeo disagrees with Juliet and says 'I must be gone and live, or stay and die'.

Leave and stay alive, or stay and hell/heaven will punish us. It gets even better though.

We all know how Romeo and Juliet ends: Romeo thinks Juliet is dead, kills himself, Juliet finds him and then kills herself too.

Hey, do you know how Antony and Cleopatra ends?

Antony thinks Cleopatra is dead, kills himself and dies in her arms, then Cleopatra also kills herself—by snake poison; Romeo also died by poison.

The parallels are THERE. They are jumping down our throats! Two tragedies, two sides, several familiar names and phrases, same fear, same ending.

I think by now you can guess how this ties back to 1941.

We do not see how that night ends, but we know it ends. One of them wants to stretch it out, maybe even quotes Romeo and Juliet because look at the setting!

Candlelight, wonderful night they spend together, the threat of Crowley's early demise, and, to quote the play once more, this time Romeo: I have more care to stay than will to go.

Crowley thought it was his last night on earth and went with Aziraphale to his bookshop, to be with him, because he cares more about that than the fact that he will be dragged to hell come morning. Do you remember?

"Expect a legion to come for you first thing tomorrow" THAT is the threat. They have until dawn, just like Romeo and Juliet, which is why she is so desperate for the birds to be nightingales. Fortunately for them, Aziraphale saves the day, BUT there is NO SECURITY. They do not KNOW if a legion will still show up or not. If dawn is a deadline and they will need to fight.

Sure, they improved their chances, but who knows? Maybe they will come for him anyway, it's not like hell is all fair and square.

The best part: it gets even better.

Juliet eventually panics and tells him to go, and Romeo drops a line that huh, sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?

'More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!'

Remind me, what does Aziraphale say again? Ah, yes. Perhaps there is something to be said for shades of grey.

There is more. Yes, even more. We know the whole rescue relies on a magic trick, a switch. Guess what Juliet yearns for while telling Romeo to go save himself?

Oh, now I would they had changed voices too. While they did not for Romeo and Juliet—they kiss and part—they did for our two. One fabulous switch and we're good.

(side note: Toads? Associated with hell. Larks? Associated with the dawn, yes, but also heaven since Romeo says 'Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads.')

So, this was a whole lot of information, let's see if I can summarize my thoughts.

I believe the nightingale is a code word that has existed even before 1941 and gained a lot of importance over the years. In 1941, the song is added to the meaning and whatever happened between the two that we have not seen yet, it fundamentally changed their relationship. Maybe they kissed, maybe one of them tried to convince the other to prolong the night but they parted on not-great terms.

The nightingale and the song become a symbol of hope, a goal to achieve, another uninterrupted night, maybe, or an uninterrupted life.

When they part in the final fifteen, it's morning. Crowley points at the sky and says "no nightingales", which at that point has several different layers to it.

No nightingales because their night is over, just like with Romeo and Juliet, and please, please allow me to add another detail, because I am frothing at the mouth over this. The scene I quoted, known as balcony scene, do you know what it is preceded by?

A ball.

Star-crossed lovers defying their sides, falling in love at a ball, getting a hurried, wonderful night together but torn apart by danger of punishment, the nightingale as a dream, as a wish for unhurried time together. Family rejection, torn apart by parents, willing to die for each other so they can reunite in death.

No nightingales. The ball, the romance, is over, their dancing is over, heaven is tearing them apart, and Aziraphale returns to heaven while they are both stuck in a pit of misunderstanding and miscommunication, all bound together by fear for each other.

The thing is, Crowley hates tragedies, he never liked the "gloomy ones", and he does not want them to end in one—luckily, this isn't the end. Yes, they kiss and part, but the play keeps going. We have an entire act 3 to fix what Romeo and Juliet couldn't, to ensure that this is a COMEDY, not a tragedy.

Both Antony & Cleopatra and Romeo & Juliet died out of fear, hurried into making bad decisions because they knew what would happen if their sides were to catch up with them.

Crowley and Aziraphale can reunite heaven and hell with love, not death. This is THEIR story and they are writing the ending. No more day and night, no more deadlines, no more hiding and sneaking about, no more fear of larks and sunshine.

Good Omens will end the way it began: In a garden with two no-longer-star-crossed lovers embracing the song of a lark as well as that of the nightingale.

I hope this made sense to everyone who was no present while my mind started to vibrate itself into a puddle because the thing is I can see Neil doing all of this completely on purpose.

Thoughts? Questions? Additions? Come and join me in my insanity and until next time I have a mental breakdown over this show (probably in like two hours).

#alex talks good omens #good omens #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #no nightingales #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #a nightingale sang in berkeley square

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did anybody see the newest episode of danganronpa 52 lollllllll

#there is something deeply wrong with team dr im afraid #A DEATH SO SOON JESUSSSSSS where was the ult cardiologist at......... #dr52 liveblog #dr52 spoilers #lee chat

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Gonna try getting into the new season lol, I stopped watching at season 37. No spoilers please

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Okay wow a lot has changed! Everything is so high tech now??? I kinda miss when they just kept it more simple and had them all locked in a school ngl but maybe thats just me liking season 1 lol. Im really liking Jiro so far Im hoping he at least makes it to chapter 3 because I really wanna know more about that guy

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You've gotta be kidding.

#CHAPTER ONE? HE DIED CHAPTER ONE? #THIS IS WHY I HATE ALL OF THE NEW SEASONS SO FUCKIGN BAD #THEY ONLY CARE ABOUT SHOCK VALUE AND THEY DONT CARE ABOUT STORY #THAT DEATH MAKES NO SENSE THERE ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING #Im logging off.

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just a reminder that wishing death on any of the danganronpa writers makes you a terrible person and all of your favorite danganronpa characters hate you if you do that! 🤗 this is danganronpa so a lot of them will die 🤗 that doesnt mean you get to be a dickhead to team dr 🤗 get over it! 🤗

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oh my god can anybody in this fandom just be normal and not use this weird passive aggressive tone for every single post. the writers do not give less of a fuck and neither do the actors theyre all dealing with their own shit

#i hate this fandom istg. and stop calling them characters the flashback light doesnt make them entirely fake #theyre still actual people #with feelings #danganronpa 52

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this is NOT what ultimate hope makoto naegi would have wanted

#dr52 spoilers #lucky student killed first chapter &lt;;/3 #shut up you [txt]

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kazuichi sighted in the new post-season promo video he looks so g.ood .... . id let him do anything to me

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Puhuhu! New episode of DANGANRONPA 52 out TODAY at 1pm JST! Make sure to bring your popcorn and your bagels, this episode sure gets.... despairful 👀You won't wanna miss it!

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can early season purists please get their heads out of nagito komaedas ass. he does not want to fuck you

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Waiittttt Jiro is so cute actually XD He keeps tripping over his shoelaces in the background of scenes LOL he's so smol ..............

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I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF

#he's DEAD?????????????????????????????????

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keep in mind the danganronpa actors are still real people and they can see all of you thirsting over them ok. please be normal. just because they went through the effects of the flashback light doesnt mean its ok to be a fucking weirdo to hajime whenever he walks outside

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They're celebrities. People are going to find celebrities attractive, especially if these are people they see on screens and billboards every day. If you pick up the nearest magazine you find you're probably going to find Junko Enoshima in it. And maybe you should consider that those "weirdos" who are walking up to Hajime are simply fans that want to greet him. We've watched these people fight through hell, cry, laugh, and find hope along the way. Of course we are going to get attached to them, especially to those of us who have been keeping up with them for a long time now. You're basically asking a bunch of teenagers to close their eyes and pretend their favorite media doesn't exist.

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have you maybe ever considered that maybe some people get hyperfixations??

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anybody in this thread smoke weed

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OKKKKK WAIT WHY IS RANTARO KINDA 👀👀👀

#the way he got so serious while investigating.............. #wasnt a huge fan of him at the start but he's growing on me lowkey #dr52 #danganronpa 52 #dr52 #orange speaks!

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no chapter 1 death is ever gonna beat sayaka imo #girl

#it just really started the series off so well and no other chapter 1 victim has impressed me tbh #ugh but idk shes kinda annoying now with all of her interviewssss like girl its ok to not smile sometimes lmfao #sayaka maizono #dr52 critical #maru.txt

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i think she might have just accidentally posted a draft lol

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I dont know............. team dr has done this before where they leave littel clues in places and this seems a little TOO coincidental

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#today i would like to present to you: what if danganronpa actually was a tv show and we all had tumblr #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #lee chat

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MAJOR POTENTIAL SPOILERS/LEAKS REGARDING S5 (WARNING)

Last Spring/Summer, a semi popular fandom account on Twitter got sent some leaks about S5, focused on the first half of the season. At this time, many fandom accounts were receiving supposed leaks, so our attention was a bit scattered and we didn’t focus on any of them too much. A popular leak account on Twitter (unrelated to ST) also mentioned that they had gotten the first half of S5 leaked, and that this source is “never wrong”. Now, it is hard to tell if these leaks are the same as the ones that the specific fandom account I’m talking about received, but something to keep in mind. Her leaks were given to her by a person named James (which I assume is a fake name). These leaks were also posted on Reddit, last year, by her (the person in the fandom that got the leaks from James) but some major things were omitted in that post. I’m gonna leave a link here in case you guys want to read the discussion.

I’m sharing these leaks with you because some things from them are kinda lining up with what we’re seeing from S5 production. Keep in mind that these could be fake/wrong, and James himself said he didn’t have info on the last couple of scripts.

According to James, Mike dies in Ep. 3. I’m adding more screenshots later for more context, but the gist of these leaks is that Mike bites it, mlvn never breakup nor do they get a resolution, and Byler is left up to interpretation but never really happens. (I don’t really need to get into how shitty this all is writing wise)

Let’s go over the things these leaks might have potentially gotten right, according to what we know so far.

1. James said that the time jump would occur in ep. 1, after an establishing scene where S4 left off. He said the time jump would place us in late 1987/early 1988. He also mentioned there would be a series of flashbacks showcasing stuff from before the time jump. The dates he gave do seem to be accurate, and David Harbour had a shaved head right before they went into filming, which could imply pre time jump scenes.

2. According to him, after Mike dies, they find a letter he had been writing. Some of us were theorizing Finn had a letter in his back pocket in those rooftop pics. Could’ve also been Finn’s script and he just stuck it there (who knows).

3. He said that Joyce gets badly injured in ep.3, and since there’s speculation Winona was seen filming at the hospital, some people think that means she was taken there because of her injury. It’s important to notice that Natalia, Cara, and Finn were also supposedly seen filming at the hospital, and that the production called for many extras for nurses and paramedics. So whatever they’re filming at the hospital, it might be bigger than Joyce getting injured in her leg. Let’s remember Max is at the hospital too. I’m not 100% sold on this part of the leaks.

4. Today it was revealed that they’re setting up to film at Stone Mountain. (This is where they filmed UD scenes for S4)

Apparently production might have purple tentacles out already. (UD vines?)

Cara Buono mentioned, in that video shared by Ross Duffer, that she was filming stuff from Ep.2. This was around 2 days ago.

The people that know about the leaks think this is where Mike dies in ep. 3. Here’s some further context:

Here’s some stuff he said about mlvn:

Which is just….meh, because like I said, it doesn’t look like him and El ever breakup before his supposed death. Plus Byler never gets any resolution.

Now some things that might disprove the leaks (I’m trying to be impartial here)

1. These leaks mentioned Argyle a couple of times, saying he has a hero moment at some point. Eduardo made it sound like he’s not coming back to the show, but tbh he could just be lying. He’s listed for ep.2 on IMDb (and yes I know anyone with an account can edit that site)

2. These leaks say that Mike is very insufferable for the 3 episodes he’s alive, basically lashing out at everyone, specially El, and just overall behaving like an asshole. I really didn’t get that from the ElMike rooftop scene, in fact he seemed very gentle with her. People that know about these leaks think that the rooftop scene is Mike maybe apologizing to El and them having a heart to heart, right before he dies (no comment).

All in all, if Mike is dying this early, I’m sure we’ll know soon enough. The rest of the cast is gonna be filming for like a year, and Finn will be done in like two weeks 💀

I also hope there’s more leaks soon (on Reddit) so that we might compare them to these and see wtf is up.

I know someone is gonna inevitably ask why leaks would be out almost a whole year before they started filming when we usually get them during filming or post production, but I’ve been told these leaks happened around the time the writer’s strike began, which is when they were originally gonna start filming. I was also told other shows had issues with leaks around that same time.

I don’t want to get too much into the truly awful writing we’re facing if these are real but…First, I believe it’s a total disservice to Mike’s character. One of your mains since S1 and you don’t even offer him the option of dying towards the end of the season? Even fucking Eddie got that. Two, it seems like a very easy cop out for not having to make Byler canon. Let’s just have neither ship be endgame and that way we don’t get queerbaiting allegations. It also stands in a zone too close to torture porn for my liking, because sure let’s kill the character two of the most traumatized characters in the history of TV love most. And yes, it’s also a disservice to El and Will’s characters. And lastly, if that supposed letter vaguely alludes Mike having some sort of sexuality problems (we don’t know atp) it is pretty fucked up they just killed him off like that. Sure let’s not explore any of that, but give a half assed explanation via letter ex machina. This is looking like Supernatural finale levels of bad to me.

Another point, I distinctly remember the Duffers saying, after S4, that they could never kill off a character like Mike because it would be too painful, and that ST would cease to be ST and lose its identity. They didn’t want to be like GOT. I sincerely hope they actually meant this and were not trying to be cheeky or whatever the fuck.

It would be genuinely insane, and quite frankly, a highlight of their lack of writing abilities.

I hope the leaks are wrong, but I felt like it was necessary to warn everyone just in case. I know I’m not watching something this awful.

#byler #stranger things #st5 spoilers #st5 leaks #mike wheeler #mileven

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3 Billion Divorce - Lloyd Hansen Series (Completed)

Character: Lloyd HansenxFem!Richreader

Summary: Reader became a rich heiress after her grandfather chose her as his successor. This reason was enough to make her relatives want her gone. Our reader is a fighter; when she finds a chance, she offers a fake marriage proposal to a sociopath mercenary. 

Words Count: 1750

A/N: Finally, I'm back. Never thought that I could make a post with Lloyd. It's been a while since the last time I posted. Hope you like it. Feedback and Reblogged are appreciated. Thank you!!!

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Sometimes, simple things like waking up from a good sleep and having a coffee in the morning sound easy. To you, it sounds impossible. 

Because of everyday… 

Dangers always come to you. You must pay this price when you accept your grandfather's will. 

Four years ago,

Your grandfather wrote your name on his will to become his successor and owner of all his assets. But you have to be 35 years old before you get everything.

After the lawyer revealed the will, your relatives wanted you dead, so the grandfather's money would go to charity, and they could use it. 

Since then, your quiet life has turned to hell. 

Your relatives have hired multiple killers and assassins to kill you or make it look like a suicide. It's been four years of living like this. 

And there's only one more year left, the chasing getting more intense that you can't bear it anymore. 

Like today, you’ve been hiding in the back seat inside your car because a black Cadillac has been chasing you all day.

“I had enough with everyone who wanted me to die. What a family huh? They were born as elites but they’re monsters.”

Your old bodyguard Jimmy, an ex-Navy hired to protect you who was busy shooting the other car, said, "Y/N. To beat a monster, you have to make yourself a monster."

His words got you thinking. You want revenge on your relatives, but you don't have the ability since they have already bribed the police and judges. You are already powerless; the only person who always stays beside you is your old bodyguard. 

Before you could even get any idea, another car appeared from nowhere and hit yours.

“Jimmy!” You screamed the name that protected you before you lost consciousness.  

When you woke up, you already being tied down on the chair.

You look at your surrounding where you got kidnapped. It’s different than usual. Usually, it’s a dark basement with a horrible smell. 

But right now, you’re inside a nice room with a marble floor and Roman pillar. There’s also Renaissance painting and sculpture.  It seems like you’re in a mansion or something like that. 

The door suddenly opens, making you nervous because you are mentally unprepared to meet someone who will kill you. 

A group of men who wear bulletproof come inside the room. Lastly, a man who wears a black turtleneck and light brown pants. But you can see everything he wears is from a luxury brand. 

He leaned down and smiled at you. 

"Hello Princess, my name is Lloyd Hansen. Welcome to my home”. His voice was low and deep. 

‘His mustache looks ridiculous.’ You thought. 

His hand grabbed a screen tablet to show you the money that had been transferred.

“Someone really wants you dead. Look at the money they gave me. This is the biggest payment that I have received." You could feel the joy when he explained while you have a life crisis.

You wonder how much your relatives pay to make you go. When you saw the number… 

Ooh, it made you fume with rage. 

40 Million Dollars?!

Your life is only worth 40 Million?! 

With all the money you will get from your grandfather, your life is worth more than 40 Million. 

‘You have to make yourself a monster.’ You remembered those sentences from Jimmy. 

That gave you an idea. 

This man Lloyd Hansen, you could use him to be the monster to finish all relatives that want you dead.

"Mr. Hansen, I  don't want to die."

He nodded. "Me too sweetheart. But I've already got the money. They really want you to be gone quickly. Such a shame."

"If I gave you a proposal to make you richer, would you listen to my offer?"

Lloyd tapped his watch. "You have 3 minutes, sunshine."

“First of all, are you single Mr.Hansen?”

Lloyd let out a big laugh. 

But you didn’t laugh; you studied his character. After spending time with your bodyguard Jimmy, he taught you how to read people. You figure this man Lloyd is a sociopath, and seeing him acting childish like this, you take a bet that he is still single. 

With this, you took a chance and gathered your confidence. “I assume you are, that made my plan easier.”

You took a moment before offering the proposal because he would end your life if he didn’t like it.

"3 Billion Dollars."

'WHAT!' His soldier gasped when they heard the number.

Your offer got the attention, "I will give you 3 billion, but I want you to do something for me."

Even Lloyd never expected that. He did a background check on you. 

You’ve been trying to stay alive for 4 years. That's when he knew you're an extraordinary woman.  

One of his soldiers steps in, "I volunteer Miss Y/N."

Before you could see who it was, Lloyd had already shot him.

He smiled. "I could swim in that money, what can I do for you?"

"Marry me."

Lloyd's brain circuit stopped for a second. He laughed again, but he stopped when he saw you being serious.

"I didn't expect I would get proposed like this."

"You know I'm a rich heiress, and I will get my money next year. While waiting, I need someone to protect me and keep me alive. After that we will get a divorce and you will get other 2 billions. Right now, I could give you 1 billion. What do you think?"

There was a moment of silence. You could only hear the clock ticking. After he hears your offer, Lloyd turns his back and looks at the big French window. You couldn't see his expression. 

Suddenly he turns around and walks towards you. Lloyd got on his knees and grabbed your hand. "You got yourself a husband, Mrs. Hansen."

'Yeah, you caught a monster.'

-One year later-

Lloyd arrived at your company and saw your bodyguard, Jimmy. Lloyd clicked his tongue. “Where’s my wife?” Jimmy pointed to the door behind him.

Lloyd pushed the door and saw you look busy signing some documents, not glancing at him. 

He told your secretary, who was already scared, "Get out shithead."

After your secretary left, he turned around and saw you had crossed your arms while looking at him. Ooh, so you’ve been waiting. 

He always loves your confidence. This trait must be one reason your grandfather chose you as the successor. 

Lloyd smashed a piece of paper on your table. "What the fuck is this?"

"It's a divorce paper."

"Yeah, and you didn't even think to discuss it with me first ?"

"It's been a year Lloyd, we made a deal. Remember?"

It made Lloyd silent. 

Of course, he remembered. 

Lloyd wishes he could stop the time.

After he agreed to marry you, his life became more exciting. 

Lloyd always dealt with different hitmen, politicians who wanted to steal your assets, assassins, and taking revenge on your relatives who wished you were dead. 

With the 1 billion, he could get all the resources and finish his job quickly and quietly. He got new clients every day. 

But most of all, Lloyd cherished the time spent with you. He loves every moment. You have a sharp mouth, don't take No for an answer; he likes it when you act like a boss to him. He wants to obey your order. 

And… 

The sex was also excellent. You weren't tempted at first. But who can't resist the charm of Lloyd Hansen? At first, it was just pretending to act like husband and wife. Give each other kisses on the cheeks, then move to the next step because of the alcohol effect that leads to sleeping together. 

When you fell asleep on his chest, his fingers brushed your hair. You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead; it made him like a teenager who was drunk in love. 

You were there every time he got hurt. You hired the best doctor to treat him. No one ever does that to him. He knew because you needed him to stay alive. But when he saw you holding his hand while he was bleeding, Lloyd knew you cared for him. 

He likes having you near him and can't bear letting you go. 

Lloyd realised his feelings when Jimmy came and gave him the brown envelope. 

Lloyd knew what was inside the paper, so he ignored it. But that damn envelope keeps coming after you get the inheritance and you have left the house that you two shared.  He felt like a used rag that you could just throw away. 

He can’t imagine seeing you being single, and another man will try to pursue you. 

"If you sign it today, the other 2 billion will be transferred to your account."

"I don't want to."

"6 billion then."

Lloyd's hand touches his left chest.

"What hurts me more is that you have the money and could finish this as soon as possible."

Then both of you will be strangers; NO, he didn't want that. 

"After you use my body, you throw me away? You hurt my feelings sunshine."

You walk away from your table to stand in front of him. 

"Lloyd, that's part of our deal. You protect me and I owe you one.” 

You couldn’t believe he’s the same man who wants to kill you, and now he’s begging you not to leave him.

“And I paid my debt with money that I promised."

He sighed and said, "I do love money."

Lloyd held your hand that still wore the wedding ring; he rubbed it gently. 

"But my dear wife, I love you more."

Your breath hitched when you heard his sudden confession. You were stunned to speak. 

Lloyd grabbed your chin and gave you a passionate kiss. "I won't let this marriage end with divorce." 

Lloyd kissed your forehead before he left you. Before he reached the door, he saw from the mirror your reflection. Your fingers touch your lips. At that moment, he knew you shared the same feelings. He will give you an offer that you can’t resist. 

A/N : This Series has Completed.

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | fourteen.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 4.4k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, cuddles, small, sweet kisses, cute gestures of affection, whatever happens later in the chapter - it's really not what it looks like (aka minho means it), minsung heart to heart, flashback scenes - one that is cute, the other that is a bit more angry and full of emotion (some pushing involved), jisung is trying hard to be an equal middle person between his bestfriends and respect boundaries, pls prepare because the next update will not be fun ... 😅

minho: get to work okay?

you: yes!

minho: stopping by?

you: maybe.. ☺️

minho: 🥺

minho: i'm literally just down the street, why is it a 'maybe?'

minho: i never hear chan or seungmin get 'maybe's'

minho: san too......

you: oh please, how would you know!

you: chan and seungmin are my favorites, remember? same thing with san 😉

minho: bye 😞

You giggle to yourself as you tuck your phone in your pocket, knowing Minho is probably sulking after the teasing you've done. A little teasing shouldn't hurt. Though, it doesn't change the fact that you do plan on visiting him during your break and it doesn't change the fact that you really, really miss him already.

And he really, really misses you, too.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | THE OTHER NIGHT

"Y/N?" You hear your name being called, followed by a few soft knocks. You get up from the easel, halting the current watercolor painting you were working on. When you pop your head out of the room, you see Minho looking through the small windows on your door— a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Hi." You smile up at him. "What're you doing here?"

"Just wanted to see you." You step aside to let him in, bits of the cold, night air rushing in just before you shut the door close. 

"Didn't you have class?" He nods, pushing the hood down from his head. 

"Yeah, took a quick shower then came here." He chuckles. 

"How was it?"

"Good. Tiring." He says, sitting on the edge of your bed when you return to the easel. "What're you working on?" 

"Trying to paint one of the flowers from the conservatory." You giggle. "What's your house up to?"

"Nothing. When I left, Ji and Seungmin were playing this board game while Chan was just watching his show in the living room."

"I don't think I'm any better company." You laugh.

"You are."

"Did you teach today, or did Hyunjin teach?"

"Hyunjin. I had to help him figure out his last 8 count though because he didn't know how to close out the piece." You nod as you continue to paint the last strip of pink onto the canvas, setting your brush down off to the side before getting up to keep Minho company.

"Did you eat?"

"Kinda yeah, but I'm not hungry."

"You sure?" Minho nods, pulling you in between his legs. He gently wraps his arms around you and lays his head against your stomach. Minho doesn't say anything, but you can feel him relaxing in your hold— your arms wrapped around him while your hand massages the back of his head. "You okay?"

"Mhm." He mumbles. "I just really missed you." You're not sure if Minho is speaking in the moment, because his actions, the way he doesn't want to let you go, says he's speaking about the past. How he's been feeling. How he's been yearning for you just as you have for him. It's more than a simple 'i miss you.'

"I missed you, too." He looks up at you, resting his chin against your stomach. "Come, let's go and watch something, yeah?" You unwrap his arms from around your waist, slipping your hand into his to lead the way. Before you can walk further into the living room, Minho pulls you back. Your body is pressed flush against his, his hands on your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze. "What?" You shyly giggle.

"Nothing, I like looking at you, remember?" He breaks his silence, a small laugh falling from his lips. He edges forward to kiss you on the forehead, before moving down to your lips; hands squeezing at your hips again to show you how much he loves kissing you.

How much he adores you.

You only smile at him before leading the way to the couch, where Minho plops onto his side and makes some room for you to lay in front of him. There's a debate about which movie is going up, but Minho quickly waves the white flag and surrenders the decision to you. He doesn't mind watching Hocus Pocus even though it isn't remotely close to Halloween yet, he just wants to be here with you;

Holding you, keeping you close.

Feeling your warmth against him.

Minho is surprised that you even make it past halfway into the movie before you fall asleep. He chuckles to himself when he hears your soft snores amongst the Hocus Pocus background noise. He presses a few kisses to the back of your head that wakes you up for a few seconds— only for you to shift in your position and face him. 

"Baby, do you want to sleep in your bed?" He whispers, hoping you're still awake enough to hear him. "I can go and let you sleep."

"No." You simply mutter against him, shifting closer to his body as if there was no way you'd separate from him at this moment.

"Okay." Is all he says before he's silently chuckling again, wrapping an arm around you to keep you safe. Because this time, he will. He can't help but press a few more feathery kisses across your face, making sure to give a little more love to your scars. 

He missed you.

Really, really missed you.

And this time, he'll keep you safe. He'll protect you, choose you. 

Yours.

☁︎ END

"What's the cute giggle fit for?" Mrs. Pak smiles at you and softly nudges your arm, making you shake your head. 

"Oh, nothing. I'm just, happy?" You respond in a questioning tone, followed by another small giggle.

"Happy looks good on you, sweetheart." Mrs. Pak chuckles as she helps you get a big bouquet together. "Is it San?"

"San." You repeat his name. "Right, I forgot to tell you about that." You give her a small toothless smile. "Just friends."

"You talked to him?"

"I did. He was very sweet about it."

"Good. How did you do it? Tell me all about that evening."

"It was nice! He took me to that famous unagi restaurant and Peace Piece. Then, he took me to the movies for the Studio Ghibli event. We watched Spirited Away."

"That sounds like a lovely evening."

"It was." You look at her. "He took me to the beach to talk about everything, but he was very understanding about it when I told him I just wanted to stay friends. I told him I thought we worked well this way."

"It's good he was understanding. Says alot about his character and how much he respects you."

"He's truly a great friend. It hasn't been long, but San has done a lot to help me feel comfortable, especially in my own skin."

"That's good." She hands you some ribbons. "How about the one you have feelings for?" You giggle.

"The one that I have feelings for? Hm, he's one of my bestfriends." You fiddle with the ribbon and tie it nicely around the tissue paper to keep the bouquet secured. "He actually owns that café down the street. Sunday Morning."

"Oh, he does? I've gone there before, it's a nice café." 

"Mm, yeah. Might pay him a little visit later." You smile at her.

"What's his name?"

"Minho. Me and Jisung met him in high school." She nods. "I'm not really sure how to explain this, but I've always felt something for Minho after I woke up. I feel connected to him on a deeper level—" You pause just as you set the bouquet aside. "Attached, almost."

"Do you guys have history?" You shrug.

"I think so. Wish I could remember. But, Minho said he'd tell me in time. He didn't wanna rush it because he didn't wanna overwhelm me." Mrs. Pak gives you a toothless smile. "I trust him. I know he'll tell me when the time is right."

"That's good. He wants to tell you, I'm sure. But, he's still thinking about you and helping you get comfortable."

"I'm just scared."

"Why scared?"

"I.. I don't know. I don't really know what to expect."

"That's okay. I'm sure he'll tell you, just like you said. When the time is right." You nod.

"Yeah." You simply agree before grabbing a vase to fix another bouquet. "I don't know how else to say it, really. But, I like him. A lot. We.." You let out a small sigh. "Things happened between us already over the past few days. It escalated so quickly? But, I don't think any of this is weird. These aren't unfamiliar feelings."

"Sometimes, the heart just knows."

"What if our history isn't the greatest?"

"Well, that's okay. We are only human, and we aren't perfect." Mrs. Pak softly says next to you. "It's up to you how you'd like to take it, but I would take it as something that can help you grow and learn. We are always learning, and there are always ways to improve. It's never a linear path, my dear." You sigh and nod, eyes darting to the customers that just walked in.

"True."

"Do I get to meet this young man?" You chuckle just as you walk away from the front, looking over your shoulder with a small smile.

"Of course. I'd love for you to meet him and my friends—" At this moment, just as you're about to greet the customers that had walked in, another body comes through the front door; eyes landing right onto you just as you shift your attention to them.

"Minho." He smiles when he hears his name slip from your lips, watching as you tuck your hair behind your ear shyly.

"Hey." He steps in and patiently waits for you to tend to the customers. You walk over in the cutest outfit, with the brightest smile on your face, and Minho can't help but melt. 

"What're you doing here, sir?" You joke and he holds up a cold drink and a pastry bag.

"Since you didn't wanna visit, I thought I'd come make the walk." He hands you the drink and food. "Also wanna make sure you're eating."

"I am, or.. I will." You chuckle. "Once I get a little break." You turn to look at Mrs. Pak as she's ringing up a customer, a small smirk planted on her face. "Come." You loosely lace your fingers with his, dragging him over to Mrs. Pak for a quick little meet-and-greet. "Speaking of Minho."

"Speaking of Minho? What does that mean?" He asks, and you simply laugh it off.

"Mrs. Pak, Minho. Minho, Mrs. Pak."

"Oh, he's a handsome fella." Minho blushes, shyly acknowledging her from your side. "You know how to pick 'em." She whispers and teases you. "It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you."

"Only good things I hope." He looks at you and you simply shrug. "I hope I'm not being a bother, just wanted to make sure she had something to eat." Minho scratches at his temple. "I'm sorry I didn't bring another for you, Mrs. Pak."

"It's okay." She smiles and nods at you. "Go take your break, I'll be here."

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, go. It's time anyway."

"I'll be right back." You reassure her even though you know she isn't looking for it. You look up at Minho and he gives her another small smile and a shy wave, rubbing his grubby hands against his jeans when he gives her one last goodbye.

"It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Pak."

"You too, handsome!"

"Please." You mutter just as you turn on your heel to walk out the door and Minho scoffs.

"Wow, someone's in a mood today."

"No." You giggle. "You didn't have to drop by, I was going to come." You start walking towards the nearest bench until you feel Minho's hand gently wrap around your wrist and pull you back towards him.

"Were you?" He pulls you close to him, hands slowly wrapping around your waist. "Cause it almost seemed like you were gonna go visit San instead." You laugh.

"Just a joke." You playfully hit him. "Besides, he's still my friend, you know? You're gonna have to get used to San." Minho purses his lips into a tight smile.

"Right." His slight jealousy leaves when he feels your lips against his cheeks, your eyes falling back onto his— glistening like they hold the entire universe in those orbs. 

"But anyways, I was going to visit. Because I kinda sorta missed you?" You say so innocently, so shyly, all doe-eyed and pure.

"I missed you, too." Minho taps the tip of your nose before giving you a chaste kiss to the forehead. He laces his fingers with yours, finally bringing you over to the bench to sit and let you eat.

"What did you make today?" You chuckle when you peek into the pastry bag, finding a thick, fluffy, slice of coffee cake. "Coffee cake?" You look at him and sip on your iced vanilla latté.

"Mhm."

"You spoil me too much."

"I don't, not enough at least." You giggle.

"Shop busy?" Minho shrugs.

"Hm, it's been on and off. The usual. You?"

"Mm, nothing too overwhelming."

"That's good." You both sit for awhile, enjoying the the fresh air, the perfect breeze. Minho has his arm resting on the bench behind you, finger gently drawing shapes on your arm. "You've been feeling okay, right?"

"Mhm. I feel great." You nod and look at him. "It's been nice being able to help Mrs. Pak out."

"She seems very sweet." 

"She is." You chuckle.

"You sure we can't hang out tonight?" Minho brushes the hair away from your face.

"Nope. I promised my uncle I'd have a movie night with him. It's the first night he doesn't really have something to urgently work on. Says he can finally sit back and relax for a bit." You chuckle.

"That's good. He deserves some rest." You nod, popping another piece of the coffee cake into your mouth.

"Yeah, he does. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow after pottery class?"

"Here we go again with the maybe's." He pouts, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry. We will, okay? I'll come by and wait for you."

"You sure?" You nod.

"Positive." You check your phone and sip the vanilla latté a little more, letting out a small sigh. "I should probably get back in there. Thank you for my coffee cake and drink." You stand and do a little stretch, Minho following suit.

"Of course. Just needed to make sure you were okay."

"I am, especially now." You smile. "Thanks again. I'll call you later?"

"Okay, sounds good." Minho cups your cheeks and gently caresses the surface before pulling you into a quick, but sweet kiss. "Have a good rest of your shift, okay?" He continues to look you in the eye and caress your cheek before pulling back to let you go. "Call me if you need me."

"I will." You wave him goodbye, turning on your heel to continue your shift. You take one more look at Minho, who is still waiting until you safely make it back to the register before stepping away.

That night, Minho cooks dinner for him and his roommates— setting aside the food on serving plates until they find themselves hungry and ready to eat. He gathers his own plate and pours himself some beer before walking out to the outdoor sectional in the backyard. He pulls up some videos on Youtube, occasionally watching in between bites to entertain himself while also responding to your texts. He's a bit sad since your responses are slightly delayed, but he understands that you've been wanting to spend time with Uncle Adrian, and you should be. 

He just misses you, and feels a constant need, yearning, for you whenever you aren't around.

"Yo." Jisung pops out into the backyard from the house, adjusting his beanie as he plops onto the sectional next to Minho. "Just eating?"

"Mhm. I made some extras, they're on the counter."

"Thanks." Jisung leans forward and rest his arms onto his knees. "I'll probably eat a bit later. What else have you been up to?"

"Nothing really. Been kinda bored. Popped in to check on Y/N earlier while she was at work."

"She was okay?"

"Yeah, she seems happy to be there." Minho shrugs. "I met the owner, she's really sweet."

"That's good. Where is Y/N?"

"Movie night with Uncle Adrian." Jisung nods. 

"I haven't really texted her today, I've been swamped at work." Jisung lets out a small sigh. "You don't have class today?" He shakes his head.

"Nope."

"Wanna do something then? Where's Channie and Seungmo?"

"Like what? Seungmin is taking a nap in his room and Chan hasn't been home."

"Damn, nevermind then."

"We can hop on FIFA after I eat?" Minho asks him, trying to keep him entertained for tonight.

"Okay." Jisung responds right before nodding towards Minho's phone. "What're you watching?"

"I've been trying to perfect this recipe for awhile, so I'm trying to see how other people bake it." Jisung watches, even though he has no interest in baking or cooking whatsoever. But, it doesn't last long when he's easily distracted by Minho's text tone all of a sudden going off.

One text,

and another,

and another.

He can't help but be a little nosy to see who's blowing up his phone. Surprisingly, it isn't you. And this is the shit Jisung was afraid of.

"Dude." Jisung furrows his brows at Minho's phone, watching the un-named number pop up a few times. Even though it no longer has a name to it, Jisung knows.

"What?"

"Okay, seriously. Can we talk about this?" Jisung pauses the video for Minho before pointing at the texts coming through.

"Shit. It's Kat." Minho groans. "It's really not what it looks like though." He sighs and picks up his phone, briefly scrolling through the angry texts from Kat. All of a sudden. "I cut it off with her completely awhile ago and blocked her number. She's texting from someone else's phone."

"Okay, but you can't say you're done with her and keep the line open. Block that too and be done with it. She's obviously going to keep creating issues if she feels like you'll keep letting her in."

"I'm not letting her in, okay? It's done. Completely."

"Please don't repeat your behavior, for the love of god. I know you hate the nagging. But, how am I supposed to react when Kat is still popping up on your phone even though you claimed you were done with her before?" Minho groans a bit and lays back on the outdoor sectional.

"I really have no intentions of going back. I swear I haven't reached out to her. This is the first time she's trying to text me again on someone else's phone, I'm not even sure why she's texting me all angry." Jisung watches as Minho texts away and asks for her to stop reaching out, blocking the number and deleting the thread shortly afterwards.

"Swear on our friendship?" Jisung asks.

"Swear. I don't know where this is coming from." Jisung sighs a bit and shrinks back into his seat.

"I just.. I don't know. I think we're all just scared about you reverting back to your old ways. It takes two to tango, but Kat has always played a big part in this." Minho sighs.

"I know, I know. I hear you." 

"Have you even told Y/N? Because I know you're trying to get back together with her. But, I think that's a crucial step that you need to take first no matter how it makes everything turn out. It'll need some time and I think that's much needed. Not saying I don't ever want you to stop proving yourself and try again, but I think you both need the time to heal."

"I do plan to tell her."

"Alone?" 

"It's better if I do."

"When are you going to tell her?" Minhi shrugs at the question and lets out another sigh. 

"Tomorrow." Minho solidifies the thought because even though it will kill him to do so, it’s time for him to be honest about it.

"Okay. I just need you to tell her before it's too late, or if she somehow finds out through word of mouth. It'll be harder for her, and it could seriously fuck everything up." Jisung looks up at Minho and he can't even lie, he feels his heart ache a bit seeing how distraught and conflicted he is. He knows he loves you, and that has never changed. He just made the wrong choices.

"I.. I know. I'm going to." Minho swallows the lump in his throat before shifting his attention to Jisung. "I'm sorry."

"I'm just afraid." Jisung says lowly. "It's not that I don't trust you to do better, I just hate seeing her hurt. She's been through so much, and the whole reason I did this was because I just wanted to give her time." Jisung shrugs. "Time to get used to the world and being in it again. I didn't want to see her shrink and hide from the world again. That's all."

"I made some really dumb mistakes, but I wouldn't hurt her. Not again. I'm learning from all of that, and I don't ever wanna go back."

"Yeah." Is all Jisung responds with because of course he wants to trust him. But, he'd be lying if he said he does fully. He can't. Not after he sees Minho prove himself a bit more. "You're going to tell her about that night too, right?"

"Yeah, I have to. I'm sorry, I really am." Minho repeats.

"I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry I haven't really been there for you but.. Y/N." He looks at Minho and shrugs. "Maybe time would be really good for the both of you."

"I understand. I really do. However this pans out, I'll be there for her. I'll respect her space and give her all the time she needs." Minho's thoughts shift back to that night, his heart wrenching thinking about it because not only had he broken up with you once over Kat, but he acted like he chose her that night. When in reality, that was never the case. You got back together and things seemed great— until that very night. The argument was huge, Minho can still hear the yelling repeating in his head; over and over again like a fucking siren. 

You got back together with him because you trusted him to love you, to protect you and keep you safe.

But, he didn't. He didn't protect you, keep you safe. He acted like he chose her that night.

He let you leave even though he shouldn't have.

"Either way— please." Jisung says close to a whisper. "All I ask is that you're sure this time. No more playing with her emotions, no more second-guessing her. Please mean it."

☁︎ FLASHBACK | SENIOR YEAR IN COLLEGE

When Jisung is finally able to get you to bed so that you can take a nap, he leaves a note saying he'll be back and that he's grabbing some food for you to eat later.

Which, isn't entirely a lie. But, he has other plans right now.

He's fuming as he pulls off to the side of the curb, barely putting the car in park before he's hopping out and racing to the apartment.

"The hell is wrong with you?!" Jisung storms into the shared apartment and pushes Minho.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Minho pushes him back. "Not today, Jisung. I'm not doing this—"

"No, you don't get to do that. I just left Y/N after she's been crying for hours over you!"

"Am I fucking wrong to be honest?! I just think we need some time apart to figure things out."

"Figure things out? You've clearly figured things out. If I only knew you'd pull this and leave her for somebody else, I wouldn't have let this shit happen in the first place." Jisung furrows his brows at him and shakes his head. "You don't even look like you care—"

"Of course I do!" Minho's tone raises. "God, it was the fucking hardest thing to do! Of course I care about her, that's why I didn't wanna hurt her more!"

"Then why do it!" Jisung yells back. 

"I don't know!" It falls silent between the two before Minho lets out a breath and runs his hand through his hair. "I don't know what to tell you. I really tried not to, but it just wasn't happening. It wasn't working." Jisung scoffs.

"All because of Kat?" Silence, again. "What the hell has Kat given you that Y/N hasn't?" More silence. "Right."

"I'm sorry." Minho says lowly. "I love Y/N, I do. I just haven't felt in love with her for awhile now. I don't really know what it is, I thought maybe—"

"Bullshit! Not with the way you easily disposed of her and made her feel replaceable." Jisung shakes his head. "You don't get to say shit. There's gonna be a day when you realize that tossing your relationship over one girl wasn't worth it, but I hope you don't come crawling back. Y/N is worth way more than that." Jisung begins to walk away but comes back to face Minho once more, stepping closer towards him. "I trusted you. I really trusted you to take care of her and be there for her. I would've understood if you two needed some time apart, but never would I have imagined that you'd do it over another girl." Jisung probably sound so ridiculous calling his bestfriend out, but what can he say? He really is upset, and he really did trust Minho to take care of you. There wasn't a single thing that made Jisung think he'd ever leave your side. Sure, he noticed Minho getting close to Kat, but he didn't think it'd get to the point of this—

Of hurting you, leaving you;

Making you think you were disposable. Replaceable. Not worthy enough to stay.

Because you are worthy, you are all the amazing things and then some. If it's anybody who would know, it's Jisung. You've always been his other half, and he knows how big your heart is. You've always put everyone else before yourself, and you've always given your all— loved harder than anybody else has loved.

Minho was making a mistake.

But Minho is also his bestfriend, and he knows he would prefer for him to be honest. He wouldn't want him to go behind your back, god no. He just doesn't understand Minho's thinking process, and maybe he never will.

Wasn't this just a phase?

Was it really worth throwing it all away to see if something new would make him happy?

Maybe. 

Jisung doesn't really understand it entirely.

What he does know is that he's angry at Minho, and he's hurting to see you cry. What he does know is that he can't really look at Minho right now, and he can't really talk to him. What he does know is that he may not be able to talk to him properly for awhile. 

"What just happened here?" Chan asks, confused as he walks through the door. He feels the tension already, and he's not sure how to react. He's barely seen Minho and Jisung like this.

"I don't know, ask him. Maybe he'll tell you more." Jisung diverts his attention to Chan briefly before returning to Minho. "Whatever. Do you, dude. But, keep your bullshit away from Y/N."

☁︎ END

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[shijiujun]

TGCF SEASON 2 EPISODE 1 PREMIERE RECAP

Omg okay so it was the premiere today and yes TGCF DONGHUA season 2 is not out yet it’ll air on October 18 as scheduled but episode 1 is premiering early today, tomorrow and next week (?) at physical premiere ticketed events, one in Singapore, Hong Kong and Bangkok each.

What happened: (1) VA intros and yes! Xie Lian’s new VA (2) An edited 1 hour plus long S1 highlights so you JOG UR MEMORY OF WHAT HAPPENED (3) S2 Episode 1 premiere (4) Guest appearance by vtuber Fulgur lol and (5) There’s a lucky draw quiz segment (?)

What you guys can expect in Episode 1 of Season 2:

It starts with court drama as we all know and Jun Wu’s voice is more twinky than I expected LOL

SHI QINGXUAN?! That first meeting between SQX and XL we saw in the mid-autumn teaser release ISNT ALL LIKE THAT SCENE IS WAY FUNNIER IN FULL OMFG

Yes the part where SQX male turns back into SQX female and trying to get XL to try it out

GHOST CITY ANIMATION IS SO DAMN FUCKING GOOD??!!! And all the random store sellers and Lan Chang the older ghost who harassed XL?! And the way he delivers the line where he says he’s impotent LOL

OMFG AND THE DAMN HIGHLIGHT WAS CERTAINLY THAT GAMBLING SCENE FOR LANG QIANQIU omg all the ghosts were watching HUA CHENGZHU flirt with Xie Lian and LIVING FOR IT IT IS WAY FUNNIER ANIMATED EVERYONE IN THE HALL WAS LAUGHING EVERY TWO MINUTES

The TRIPLE QUARDRUPLE HANDHOLDING SCENES OMGGGGGG LIKE EVERYONE ISTG EEPED AND AWWED LIKE THAT IS HOW SWEET AND MUSHY AND EMBARRASSING IT WAS HUA CHENG CONTROL URSELF

We are in for a treat ISTG episode 1!!!

Ends with ‘Gege, I lost to you’ ERMMM AND FLASHBACK TO WHEN SAN LANG SAID HE WOULD MEET XIE LIAN THE NEXT TIME IN HIS TRUE FORM

A random ghost in the background: “omg I’m going to die I’m going to die” after seeing Hua Cheng’s newest ‘skin’ and another ghost going: “wtf aren’t you alr dead lol” 😂😂😂😂😂

Sound on for half a Xie Lian intro and a full Hua Cheng intro 😘

Going to head back and open up the goodie pack!!! I swear I had forgotten how good TGCF was and how excited I am for it like GET TOGETHER TGCF FRIENDS CUZ EPISODE 1 AND SEASON 2 DONGHUA IS GOING TO BE A HELL OF A RIDE

Edit: LOVE THE KEYCHAIN FROM THE SET

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[romanianseba]

Just A Walk

What happens when you wake up on your dad's best friend's bed come morning? Is he as unyielding as he constantly seems to be?

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: age gap, reader is twenty (bucky is thirty-nine), sexual tension, mentions of sex, explicit content, smutty smut, dirty talk, adult talk, fluff ?? 18+ only

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: pov: after reading all those countless dbf!bucky fics, now you're wondering what would actually happen the morning after you let the spark start the fire with your dad's best friend.

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hello! a pretty chill, hot, fluffy lil fic that I hope you enjoy very much!!!!!, makes you smile, inspires you, whatever. love you guys thanks for staying around and always being so kind to me<3 let me know what you think ????!!!! (this has been on my drafts for months cause i had plans to continue but.... hehe)

"What are you doing?" Your voice comes out groggy, thick with sleep as you pat hair out of your face and rub your eyes.

He stands at the other side of the room. Giving you only a side glance that last a second when you speak. Right before diving back into his task at hand; looking for whatever he wants to take from his dresser.

And if you were a bit more awake and on your senses you wouldn't have missed the way he literally froze when he realized he had woken you up.

"I'm going for a walk," He replies, sounding distant and avoiding eye contact with you as he goes to sit on the edge of the bed to put socks on.

A harsh contrast to the intense eye contact he had going on a few hours ago as he railed you on his mattress. Two rough fingers inside your mouth while he hold your face in place, forcing you to keep your eyes on his with each hard trust of his hips.

"Right now? Today?" You push on your elbows to take a look at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, confirming your suspicion that it is, in fact, before sunrise.

"Yes."

You frown, your student brain unable to understand why.

"Why?" Why?

Why this early?

Why at 5:30 AM on bloody Sunday?

He chuckles under his breath, tying his sneakers fast, "I have a routine, baby."

"I see that," You mutter absently, your mind already taking a moment to just take the man in.

He's glorious. It's difficult for you to think of a more beautiful man. Even when your imagination is so vivid and can get so creative, you couldn't possibly create a person in your head that rivals his beauty.

It doesn't come close to a magazine male model, it's far better.

Bucky's though and raw, with imperfect hot features, unedited; he's real.

Right in front of you; you are in his bed; and you can't wrap your head around it.

His long bed hair tangling in every direction, some rebel strands falling over his face. The comfy thick sweatpants he's now wearing; very innocent, except they're hanging dangerously low on his hips. So low, your thighs squeeze together as you briefly take sight of his happy trail while he slips on a sweater and his white t-shirt riddles up for a second.

And he notices. Of course he notices.

And he gives in. Finally looking you down, laying on his bed, taking in your naked form under his sheets.

Your attention perks up and you feel vaguely more awake when you catch his eyes on you, finally. Your heart skips a beat when he takes you in.

Just like yesterday night.

And you can almost see the flashbacks swimming in his head. Your small body squirming under his. Flashbacks that you both share now. His big thick fingers buried deep inside your warm and tight center, working you wonderfully. Flashbacks from the night you two finally ignored all the logical reasons both your heads had on why you shouldn't fuck each other and gave in to each other's fantasies. His experienced tongue and fingers making you come undone beneath him once or twice before finally taking you.

All the scenes running quickly through his mind —allowing you to fall sleep over his chest afterwards, and not getting that much sleep at all himself— taking him to the present moment.

Your body blinding all his common sense again. After finally knowing how good it feels in his hands, how soft, he was all the more eager to touch you again. Your legs tightly shut and a hint of a smile tugs at his mouth seeing the effect he has on you; a little, sweet, innocent–looking, beautiful girl.

Half his age... and his best friend's daughter.

Suddenly his eyes rip from you, like a coming out of a fantasy, like a bubble has been popped. And he's back to staring at the floor and avoiding your existence in his room. In his bed.

Your heart drops.

But your lips keep the little, youthful, stupid smile that has been there since yesterday night when you sneaked into his house at midnight. With high hopes and an aching cunt, and he didn't kick you out.

What confused you the most was not his distant attitude, but his very active demeanor so early in the morning, he looked fresh and fully awake. Something you were still trying to cope with, your eyes begging you to close them again.

And how does he do it when you, unbeknownst to anyone, clearly see his lights going off well past midnight each day? Staying up till late watching YouTube videos from your bed while keeping an eye on Bucky's bedroom, who's window was conveniently aligned with yours from the house next door.

"How come you wake up so early when you go to sleep so late most days?"

"Like I said, I have a routine," He states firmly as he goes to grab one last piece of clothing to keep warm outside in the already freezing autumn weather. "You better go back home before your parents find out you're not in bed." His voice is firm and authoritarian.

And your insides tighten because that's just how he sounded yesterday when he asserted his dominance over you.

"Don't fucking move."

"Bucky," You whimpered, pussy already sensitive and abused, stubble burning your thighs deliciously as he licked his way through your second orgasm. "Please... please, just– just take me already."

He growled, hands strongly pinning down your hips, "I'm gonna fucking take you whenever I feel like it."

You'll be lying if you said that alone didn't make you so damn wet again.

"I wanna go on a walk with you." Throwing the soft white sheets off your body, you stand up hastily.

"What?" Is his immediate response. Eyes snapping back to your side of the room. "No."

That word alone like a warning.

"Yes, I want to." You persist, enthusiastically.

"You have to get to your house."

His tone of voice is dead serious, but his brain is losing it every passing second as he watches you stand there naked. Eyes burning holes all over your body.

"I love walks."

Trying your best to ignore the intensity of his gaze on your skin, you reach to pick up your abandoned underwear thrown by his desperate hands onto the floor hours ago. Panties going quickly up your legs and clasping your bra before he speaks again.

It takes all the will power he's ever mustered to tear his eyes from you and pace around the room, gathering his stuff to leave as soon as possible. "You can't come with me. Save a moment to go by yourself later– after you've had breakfast, I don't know."

His voice still assertive, but now there's a desperate edge to his tone; his logic trying to convince himself this is a bad idea, trying come up with stuff to stop him from spending more time with you.

"Please," You beg lightheartedly, Unbothered about his seriousness, slipping the pair of sweatpants and old shirt you wore to sneak out of your house back on and being thankful for your outfit choice. Which will not serve as excuse to not go on a walk, you'll be covered enough against the early morning cold.

Knowing it wouldn't be a matter of seeing you wearing revealing clothes for Bucky anymore you had chosen to go with comfiness over looking appealing. Truth be told, he would've taken you even if you were wearing a potato bag with how long you both had dragged the teasing and tension between each other.

Fully dressed, you continue your persuasion. "It should be fun. Besides it's Sunday, they won't be up till later."

He stops abruptly when reaching to unplug his charging phone, deciding he's had enough. Turning back to face you, this time he makes sure to look into your eyes.

"Listen, doll, we're not–" He cuts himself short, deciding he doesn't want to just be a jerk and possibly hurt your feelings.

Slowly scanning your soft, young face and wide eyed expectant expression, he takes a few short calming breaths. Decisive but softer this time, he continues. "We should've talked about this earlier. You shouldn't have even stayed the night over. We're not a couple, alright? We..."

"I know about casual sex, Bucky." You cut him off in a know-it-all tone of voice, close to rolling your eyes at him.

He strides closer, stopping right in front of you. Fresh mint breath fanning on your face with how close his frame looms over yours, big and tall.

The exasperate fire picking up in his voice and expression again.

"Then you understand that you going on a walk with me, suddenly being part of my routine, after casual sex, would imply more than that."

You know how he feels. And, deep down, of course you feel stupid, too. But you're not ready to leave him alone in his misery. You're not ready to be alone in yours.

And you definitely want more of him. Having experienced last night you know sex will never be the same for you, not if it's not with Bucky. And you won't risk having him push you away so soon.

Thankfully for both of you, he was one of the very few people you trusted with your life and his rage didn't make you feel unsafe. Maybe flinch a bit, maybe if you were completely honest it turned you on a bit; but it certainly didn't make you feel at risk at all.

So even when you're not usually argumentative, or the most confident person, and would have already given up with basically everyone else; meekly giving them the reason, you refuse to right now. And it's possibly the most stubborn moment of your life.

"C'mon, everyone can go on a walk. You think it's a Bucky Barnes thing?" You scoff and tease him playfully. "We just happen to be two people that know each other and decided to go and have a walk together for not having anything else to do this bloody early in the morning. I can't go back to sleep and I'm going on a walk, too." Your gaze is challenging now.

Bucky Barnes was convinced that your stubborn and sometimes confident personality was going to add five years to his life and suck five from him at the same time.

Jaw tightly clenched and a very faint spark of amusement in his eye, he growls lowly.

"You don't fucking give up, do you?"

The eye contact you had manage to keep falters and you swallow, suddenly becoming nervous. Your naturally nonconfrontational and calm state of existing unable to maintain the confident facade for longer.

"I— uhm, I promise I won't talk much, won't bother you." You mumble.

His hard features soften immediately, voice a gentle whisper as he shakes his head.

"You don't fucking bother me when you speak, doll," His eyes searching for yours to insist on it; "Get that out of your pretty head."

He lets out a long and tired sigh, stepping away briefly to reach into his reach-in closet and a drawer before approaching you again.

"Here," He hands you a coat and goes to roll a beanie down your head. "Don't want you to catch a cold.

You can't hide your gleeful smile when you realize he's allowed you to join him.

"Thanks."

"This won't happen again." He announced, his hands arranging the warm blue beanie over your head.

Your smile falters a bit, looking up to him, a knot going up your throat causing you to stammer.

"What? This..."

"What? Are you worrying I won't fuck you again, dirty little thing?" His smirk is smug and self-satisfied.

A calloused palm goes up to the side of your neck as he, very slowly, leans down to gravelly whisper in your ear. "You felt too good to give that up so soon, sweet cheeks."

His intention clear to torture you. The innocent, feather-like lick and tug of his teeth at your earlobe confirm it to you.

Facing you again, he stares for a while; blue eyes locked on yours, his nose an inch from yours. Small baby face against his older, mature one. Your mouth goes dry.

"It's the last time you beg to do anything else with me that is not screw around. And as soon as we come back you're slipping your ass back to bed." A pause, "Your own."

You can't argue back on that.

"Fine."

–

"Where are we going on your bike? The park's two blocks from here."

Trailing behind him into the garage, you frown when you see him taking his big, stunning, motorcycle ready.

"Not going there today. I see Mr. Wilson and a few others walking there every day. I don't want any nosy neighbors running their mouths to your dad about it." His answer is fast, like it's a thought that's been going around his head all this time.

Holding a bike helmet in each hand, he approaches you again.

"This shouldn't be weird. I mean, you're always at my house. People know you're basically an uncle to me." You express mindlessly, finding it funny that he wants to avoid you in public all of a sudden.

"Stop," He hisses through gritted teeth and closes his eyes, focusing on breathing calmly through his nose after the guilt-ridden mental slap he just experienced with what you said. "Just– do not say that again."

"Okay," You say just above a whisper, biting your tongue before he regrets letting you go with him.

Sighing he places one helmet on top of the almost sparkling seat of his bike and lifts his hands to help you into the other one. Carefully covering your head with the heavy black material and doing all the safety checks himself; making sure it's comfortable and placed correctly.

His eyes fall on yours after he's pleased with it, hands resting on each side of your head; over the helmet. You stare back, like suddenly being trapped under a spell. His eyes are gentle this time, and the moment feels so intimate, so warm and lovely, you feel heat warming your cheeks.

Just two people who are madly attracted to each other, staring into each other's soul... at least that's how it feels to you. Lasting both an eternity and simply not enough.

Breaking the spell, popping the bubble, slapping you out of a daze; you jump a little, getting startled when he slides the helmet faceshield down.

Ending the intimate eye contact and the spell you were both in.

"Is it comfortable?" He ask, and you're glad to realize he too sounds slightly out of breath.

"Yeah, just a little heavy." You breathe out. "But it's okay."

He nods, his thumb wiping away a dusty spot on the black tinted faceshield. A light frown, caused probably by intense overthinking, permanent on his handsome face.

"Good."

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[pennyluna]

Misunderstandings Part 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (18+) Wordcount: 2.482

Genre: Working together au. Cold Playboy au. Future something.

Warning: This story contains strong language and spicy scenes. be aware before reading it.

Y/N POV

"how are you feeling... about seeing him tonight?" Josie asked between sips of her margarita, she was sitting in my bed while I was looking for what to wear later today for the tonight show. I had told her about what happened between Yoongi and I and she was intrigued.

"I feel fine, is work. That was just a one time thing, It was nothing." I continue looking around my wardrobe unable to finding something I like. All I could think about was Yoongi, I had been avoiding him when possible and acting like nothing happened when I actually saw him. I didn't understand his change in behavior that morning, I felt like crap and was unable to focus on my job for a couple of days. He clearly was acting like it meant nothing so I decided to try and move on. I was going to do my job as best as I could, He would leave soon and soon after it would be a distant memory.

Josie walks to my closet moving me aside and hands me an outfit. She smiles softly at me.

"You are forgetting I know you. You don't sleep around and certainly not with a guy you just met. You like him and what happened is not nothing. The sooner you admit that to yourself, the sooner we can come up with a plan."

"I have nothing to admit" Josie exhales heavily hearing my words so I continue "..Okay.. lets say I like him! there is nothing I can do about it, He is leaving in 3 weeks and is currently acting like I don't exist."

"Plenty of time. You are gorgeous, he is a guy and Jealousy can work wonders. Now get ready, I got a plan." she smiles widely at me and sits back in the bed with her phone in hand. I love her confidence and she is almost always right but I have doubts about this one. Yoongi is not someone you can easily play mind games with.

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A couple of hours later I was at The Rockefeller Center for The tonight Show , I had gotten there early to make sure everything was ready in the private waiting room waiting for min Yoongi to arrive and the filming to start. I stare at myself mirror and admire Josie's work. She picked a short red flowy dress paired with a large black blazer buttoned up to cover it until I got to the after party. Simple black heels, soft red lips and my dark wavy hair tied methodically in a bun I would have to undo once we were heading to the party.

Before Yoongi went in for the interview we practiced a couple of times in the waiting room, I caught him looking at my lips a few times but pretended like I hadn't.

I watched the interview from backstage, the way he sometimes moved his hand through his hair, made me have flashbacks of that night we spent together, of the way I moved my hand through his hair while he was going down on me. -DONT THINK ABOUT IT, NOT NOW, NOT HERE- I mentally yelled at myself.

Once Yoongi finished the interview and performance he came back to the waiting room looking godly with that smirk he gets every time he performs, licking the corner of his mouth and panting slightly, a bit of sweat on his forehead making some of his hair strands wet... me along with them just at the sight of him. I snap out of my thoughts and I notice everyone collecting their things and preparing to leave.

I made sure so sit in the back  of the SUV so I could get time to fix myself on the way there. I opened my blazer and placed it on my shoulders and let my long wavy hair down. I fix my make up and prepare to put the plan in action. Josie had instructed me to have a first short interaction with Yoongi once we arrived at the party, just to get his attention and then move on to find a guy to flirt with and proceed to have some fun, she said the rest would develop.

The SUV stops at the private entrance and while everyone gets off it, I wait a couple of seconds to calm my nerves and then do the same. -wish me luck- I say preparing myself mentally.

While walking through the entrance door a guy from Yoongi's team spots me "Woah Nuna... You look so good"

I smile thankful and notice Yoongi's eyes are on me, mouth slightly open while scanning me from top to bottom. I purposely use that moment to take my blazer off and hand it to the coat check girl, revealing my shoulders and the back of my dress.

I walk towards Yoongi, my heart racing a bit from the way he is looking at me. I find my calmest voice "You did great there." I show him a kind smile  "Enjoy the party." I walk towards the bar feeling his eyes still on me. -First Contact made-

Its been an Hour since we got here, I left my blazer at the teams table and I've been dancing with Nate for a while, we met at a different event some time ago, he is very handsome, fun and flirty which is exactly what I need right now.

While I was dancing with Nate I had noticed Yoongi talking to a girl closely and smiling at her, sometimes her hand touching his arm and it didn't seem to bother him, that had triggered some jealousy out of me, he had been looking at Nate and I dancing a couple of times but seemed unbothered. I wonder what he felt. Now at the bar I give a glance towards the table and see the team dancing but he isn't there anymore, she isn't there anymore either. I start looking around wondering if maybe they left together and the thought of him with another girl just made my chest hurt.

Nate catches my attention passing me a shot of tequila I seriously needed. I need to get my head out of Yoongi and focus on having fun. Maybe if I sleep with Nate whatever it is I feel for Yoongi is going to pass. I down another shot and while dancing with Nate I signal the bartender to pour us two more shots, I dance sexily against his chest, we are making eye contact and his hands starts moving around my hips and his nose is tracing my neck. When I grab the next shot I feel my hand grabbed and my body pulled abruptly from Nate's. My shot has disappeared from my hand and when I look at who is grabbing my hand, my body freezes.

Yoongi chugs down the shot and I can sense some anger in his movements "I think you had enough drinks and I had enough of this show" he says nodding towards Nate and I. I wasn't wrong, his voice gives out some anger. He gives Nate a mean look and I try to pull my hand away from his  but stop when he grunts. "Don't test me!"

I signal a worried looking Nate that its okay to leave me alone with Yoongi and once he is gone I decide to confront Yoongi on his behavior. 

"That was my shot." I state with a serious tone.

"You didn't need it." he laughs if off with a smug face. He seems calmer now that Nate is gone.

"Is this a game to you?" My voice exasperated. "We have sex then you ignore me for a week, now you come here stealing my shot and cockblocking me like nothing happenedㅡ"

He closes the space between us pulling me towards him surprising me when I bump against his chest, his breath on my neck and his hand playing with the hem of my dress, making me very aware of how short it is. "Oh come on. I just wanted a shot and you happened to have one" he looks into my eyes and smiles shrugging his shoulders. Goosebumps spreading around my body when i feel the cool tip of his fingers gracing my skin.

"whatㅡ" I shake my head trying to get some clarity. Taking my hand away from him I pass him the second shot that was meant for Nate "Fine. Enjoy this one too. I will go find Nate, I'm sure he wont be a jerk after we fuck."

Anger reappears on Yoongi's ayes but I don't stay around for long. Once I see where Nate is standing I start walking straight towards him. When I am about to reach Nate, Yoongi grabs my arm and pulls me through set of curtains.

"Yoongi What the fuck?" My scream slightly covered by the loud music.

"What did you say in there?" he signal towards the room past the curtains. We are now standing in one of the private VIP rooms. It has dark drapes, a table and some sort of couch.

"Nothing. I said Nothing" My voice mustering strength, his hand is still wrapped around my arm tightly and I am trapped between the table and his body. He seems enraged.

"Oh nono, please repeat what you said in there. Something about fucking Nate?" His voice daring.

My god this man is driving me crazy but if he wants to play, I can play too. " I Simply stated a fact. Why? Jealous?"

He smirks and his hand drops to my thighs and he starts making his way to my middle. Lust taking his angers place. "Just so we are clear. Nobody Is touching you tonight except me." His words like a threat and his mouth drops to mine then he ravages me with a short but passionate kiss.  "Turn around and bend over" Confusion covers my eyes searching his face for any sign that he might be lying but find none so I do as I'm told. He spreads my legs and my core already wet as excitement rushes through my body! I can feel his hardened member against my core while he trails kisses around my back and starts pulling my dress up to my waist then takes my thong off . His hand caressing my thighs and making their way to my core. His fingers start to play with my clit and move around my folds. A moan escapes my lips and he takes that moment to insert tow fingers inside of me. "Yoongi...What if someone walks in?" I question I between moans. "I don't care." His tone gives me a rush of adrenaline because I actually don't think I care either, my orgasm was building and I just wanted to feel him inside of me, the idea of someone walking in on us was exiting. "I want you inside of meㅡ. Please Yoongi." His hands working magic in my core. "Do you?... I thought you wanted Nate" I could sense some anger in his voice at the mention of Nate's name and the idea that he could possibly be jealous made it all worth it. "NO.. I want you. I want to come on your dick. Yoongi pleaseㅡ"  I start then I reach my orgasm mid begging. It was glorious and while I'm trying to settle my breathing I feel the tip of his dick rubbing against my core and I push my butt  back to meet him, to feel him more. "My Greedy little whore" those words send a warm chill through me and I feel my orgasm build all over again. He pushes himself inside of me and I can help but yelp at the sensation of his big thick length stretching me out! He doesn't wait for me to adjust to his member before he starts thrusting and I thank him for it. I needed this. He spanks my ass but then stops gets out of me abruptly earning an unhappy groan from both of us at the sudden separation and my eyes fly open thinking that maybe we've been caught but instead he spins me around to face him. "I want to look at you. I want to see your face while you come on my dick" His voice sounds desperate as he sits me on the table I was bent over against a few second ago. He spreads my legs and pulls my hips to the edge of the table and towards him then fills me once again with his perfect member. The music is loud but we can hear each other panting and moaning, his hand is in my hair while mine are in his and he is burying himself inside of me fast and hard, we kiss like our life depends on it and I wish for this moment to never end. Both our orgasms are building and a couple of thrusts later  I feel him twitch and we are both coming undone while his forehead falls on my shoulder!

"I'll hold onto those" Yoongi smirks while putting my thong on his pants pocket then gives me a small kiss on the lips. I look at him, wanting to ask a simple question -what does this mean?- but I find that the words won't leave my mouth. we finish fixing ourselves and He looks at me for a few seconds before his mouth opens to say something but he closes it right after. "We should head back in..." I say "You go first." We smile at each other and I stay back composing myself while he exists and goes back to the party. A few minutes later a follow, walking to the bar and getting a drink, I can see Yoongi is at the end of the bar talking to a group of people, including that girl he was being close with before, they seem closer now and jealousy washes over me, we locked eyes but he quickly redirects his attention to the girl once more. I chug my drink then head to our table grab my coat  and say my goodbyes before heading back home. I am exhausted and confused. I don't know what to think now. -Should i consider this as part one of the plan completed? I wonder if what Yoongi and I did in that VIP room was part of Josie's plan-

Once I got home I showered and decided to order some food and watch some TV in my couch since it was still early and we had the day off tomorrow.  I check my phone wanting an update on my food delivery but aside from the update telling me my food is on its way I see two more messages.

23:18 Min Yoongi: Where are you?

23:30 Min Yoongi: I'm heading to your house now.

-WAIT WHAT????- he must have sent the first message while I was in the shower but now he is coming over.  Half way throw my panic I am standing in front of my couch not knowing what to do when suddenly I hear a loud knock on my door.

A.N: I hope you like this part. It is a little longer than the past ones but I couldn't shorten it any more. please leave any feedback and let me know if you guys want the next part. I am working on publishing once a week but it depends on the attention the posts get. Thank you very much lovelies.

#bangtan #bts army #bts yoongi #fanfiction #armysource #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts suga #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts ffs #bts x fem!reader #bts imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines

[ailendolin]

BBC Ghosts Ask Game

Since Ghosts started five years ago today, I thought I'd create a little ask game to celebrate five years of happy haunting! 👻

Who are your 3 favourite main ghosts?

Who are your 3 favourite minor ghosts (including the Plaguers)?

Who is your favourite living character (apart from the Coopers)?

What is your favourite thing about Mike and Alison's relationship?

What are your 3 favourite dynamics in the show?

What is your favourite moment from each series?

What is your favourite Christmas Special?

What lines never fail to make you laugh?

What are the 3 most touching scenes for you?

What would have been your perfect ending?

What is your favourite thing about the show in general?

Is there a flashback scene you wish we'd gotten?

What storyline(s) would you have liked to see (more) explored?

What is your favourite part of Button House / West Horsley Place?

What is your favourite chapter of the Button House Archives?

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts ask game #mp bbc ghosts #this is framed largely positive because I'm tired of seeing negativity in this fandom #let's spread some joy instead

[anemonelovesfiction]

Fated Mates 3

Ao’nung x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️ : No full on sex in this chapter (just a sliver of a flashback for you thirsty ahh ppl), very angsty chapter, long asf. Birth scenes kinda explicit stuff.

As always, English is stricken through.

I do wanna let y’all know idk what the family name for Ao’nung and Tsireya are so I had to make one up.

For Neytiri its the Neytiri Te Tskaha Moat’ite; for her children it’s Lo’ak Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan.

So for Ao’nung it’ll be Ao’nung Te Tswa’ìn Tonowar’itan. “Swahh-een”. I also decided to drop the I from Tonowari’s name since the word for ‘son’ starts with an i and if that shit happens in spanish we change the whole word so I’m trynna make it an easy read.

So it’s just “Tonowar’itan” (toh-no-war’ itan)

Translation Station

Ma’itan: My son

Ma’sempul: My father

Tawtute: Sky Person (used as “human”)

Tsaheylu: Bond (with kuru)

Sa’nok: Mother

Itan: Son

Yawne: Beloved

Tìyawn: Love (my love)

Nga yawne lu oer: Beloved you are to me (I love you)

Vrrtep: Demon

Um’ma: Mama

Pukap: Six (6)

Tsmuke: Sister

Tsmuktu: Siblings

Tahnì: Bioluminescent freckles

Kuru: Braid (neural queue)

Word count: 10.7 K because I got carried away again…

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I’d been at a loss for words as I stood in the water with a heavy feeling in my chest as I’d clearly made Ao’nung upset, but what pissed me off was how he was talking to me like I was a child who didn’t know anything. We’d been paired up together by his father so he could teach me how to fish, but I’d apparently been casting the net too early, alarming the fish and making them swim away. We’d have to stand still for a while before they felt safe enough to return and we’d start the process all over again.

“How is it my fault!” I yelled angrily, scaring away more of the fish that had felt it safe to swim back. I’d let him finish talking before I began because I knew it would give him another reason to be upset with me.

“I’d already told you to back off on casting the net, but you turn around and do it either way!” He yells back, his frustration is clear as the skin of his brows are furrowed as he yells at me.

“Well maybe you suck at teaching!” I returned his sass back to him, feeling it was unfair how he yelled at me. He knew I was strongest with weaving, singing, and dancing, I was starting to learn a little healing with Tsireya, but physical labor wasn’t for me.

“I don’t, you just suck at listening. And you’re too loud! Those feet of yours have never learned to be quiet, you keep splashing around and scaring these fish back to the other clans!”

“The loudest and most obnoxious thing right now is your voice!” I’d stated with a huff as I turned to pull my body up on the walkway to get away from this conversation, already turned around before hearing him speak again.

“And you think running away is going to help you learn?” He asks angrily while crossing his arms across his chest.

“No,” My voice trembled and I hated myself for it but I turned to face him with tears slipping out of my eyes after being humiliated by his words. “But at least I won’t be yelled at for not understanding.” I admitted and through the cloudiness of my tears could see his face shift, seeing Tonowari coming up behind him.

“Yawne-“ He starts but I shake my head and walk off, not bothering to listen to any explanation he had begun rehearsing in his head.

I’d managed to make my way toward my family’s marui and step inside, allowing myself to be welcomed into a hug by my adoptive mother as I cried in her arms, Jake coming next to us as he placed a hand on the small of my back, poor Tuk was sick today and was sleeping at this moment.

“It’s okay, kid, we’ve got you.” Jake reassures me as Neytiri pets my hair gently. If I couldn’t tell them about Ao’nung I don’t think I could ever tell them why I had been crying so I waited for my tears to stop coming and I’d calmed down a bit.

“Whats going on?” He asks and I take in a big breath.

“If I tell you, do you promise you won’t hate me again?” I asked not looking at any one of them specifically but I’m sure by the way Neytiri had stopped petting my hair that she knew I was talking to her.

“What is troubling you?” She asks as she starts petting my hair again.

“I feel guilty for keeping this from you, but I have to tell you whats been going on.” I admit and Jake lightly rubs the small of my back to urge me to continue.

So I tell them from the beginning about a month and a half ago when I’d been swept away from the current and how Ao’nung saved me but wasn’t aware of the sex pollen in the cave. I’d told them about our attempts to hide our relationship from the group and how Tsireya had noticed, becoming upset that her brother hadn’t confided in her, and how we finally introduced myself as his girlfriend. Then how Spider had become nosey and Ao’nung telling me we’d have to tell our friend group. How the two of us had this petty fight over fishing and how inadequate I felt with learning this new skill. Ending with the inner turmoil I’d felt myself fighting because I couldn’t tell them when in reality I just didn’t want Ronal to find out because I didn’t want a repeat with what happened with Neytiri when she found out.

“You think we haven’t noticed?” Jake asks with a small scoff.

“Y/n, you smell of him quite often.” Neytiri comments while continuing to caress my hair but I jump and look at them, the two were smiling gently.

“You- you aren’t mad at me?” I asked in a small voice, feeling like I deserved to be called out for moving on too quick, or for moving on at all? Mo’at has remained single this entire time and although I’m certain they don’t allow themselves to be mated to another and mourn their entire lives, she had been mated, Neteyam and I had not.

“Why would we be mad at you?” Jake asks but I’m focused on the beautiful omaticaya woman before me, wondering if she’d start yelling at some point, or capture her slip from the calmness she was portraying.

“Because- Neteyam,” I stated as if it were obvious and Neytiri’s face softened.

“Y/n, what I had done before was-“ She pauses as she speaks and looks like she’s trying to find the right words to say.

“I was wrong for what I had said and ma’itan had shown me that in the way he loved you, I have never truly apologized to you but I hope you can forgive me for how I had acted after finding out. I prided myself in having a son who would take over once Jake and I were no longer alive, wanting him to take over with a tsahik of his own and blinded myself in the perfect fantasy I built in my head, forgetting that Neteyam was his own person and had his own feelings.” She stated while looking back up at me, hand outstretched to place my cheek in as she continues holding eye contact.

“I am very well aware of how much you loved Neteyam, you would often look for him and the way it seemed that all of the weight left your shoulders when you found him was proof enough for me. The way you comforted him whenever he’d had an uneventful day or an unsuccessful hunt were the many ways that proved me wrong.” She tucks a piece of my hair that had suddenly fallen loose right behind my ear.

“You, too, are your own person with your own feelings. You are allowed to move on from this and feel love for another. Your life is not as long as ours is, therefore the part where you move on to enjoy life has to be celebrated as well. And I want you to know you have our full support.”

“Neytiri-“ My tears were blinding my vision and I’d started crying for the second time today as she embraces me with her arms, and I could feel warmth spreading all over.

“We want you to be happy, kid, no matter who thats with.” Jake stated as I feel him joining in on the hug and I let out some light hearted laughter at his words.

“When Ronal finds out- and she will eventually- you shouldn’t let her words get to you. She might have choice words to say as this is something new for her, but Ao’nung said he doesn’t care what his mother says, and thats exactly what Neteyam said to me. He will stick by your side and this little argument between the two of you is not the end and I doubt his mothers words will end your relationship, okay?” He reassures me and I nod into his shoulder.

“Atta girl,” He says happily and we all disband from our hug.

“Now if you could help us by watching Tuk while we go do- something, you would be helping us tremendously!” Jake places an enthusiastic smile and two thumbs up as he states that and I could only roll my eyes in fake disgust.

“For being my adoptive parents you guys are gross,” I joke but shoo them away with my hand.

“Go have your adult fun times but please do not make another child!” I whisper-yelled at them and can hear Jake’s chuckle before it stops abruptly after Neytiri had hit the back of his head.

“Don’t rush home either, Tuktuk usually doesn’t need much when she’s sick and likes to rest. I’ll just weave to keep myself busy, I’ll get her some fruit in a bit so she has something in her stomach.” I reassure the two as they thank me before leaving. I once again roll my eyes after they’d left and I could hear their little laughs, finding myself laughing lightly in the marui to myself.

“Well sleeping beauty,” I looked over at Tuk’s form as she slept peacefully. “It's just you and I.” I smile softly, walking over toward where Neytiri kept her yarn and began weaving a blanket.

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“That was quite the screaming match.”

I hadn’t bothered reacting to my father’s voice as he came up behind me, but turned to look at him with an unamused face, not really caring how rude it seemed to stare at him in that way.

“I’m sorry for causing a scene.” I apologized to him out of habit.

“No, ma’itan, I’m not the person you owe an apology to. You owe it to your mate.” He stated simply and I nod along to what he had said.

“I just want her to be-“ I stopped myself from continuing as my eyes move to face him, my face unmoved, I’d absentmindedly agreed to what he had said and started an explanation like nothing. I could tell he was hiding a smile but I wanted to scream- the biggest secret I had been hiding and he sniffed it out after an argument? How was I going to continue hiding this now.

“How?” I asked him, I knew he would understand why I had asked that, and awaited his answer.

“You do not think I know you?” He asks with a smirk on his lips. “You disappear from one task and not long after she is headed off in the same direction. I believed my mind was playing tricks on me until I caught your smell lingering with hers. No matter how much you two act like you cannot stand the other, you’re letting the act slip the longer you spend time together.” He says as I wince a bit at having been discovered.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked him while looking away in embarrassment, feeling his hand snake around my shoulders giving me a comforting squeeze.

“No, to everyone else you guys argue a lot, to the trained eye, it’s starting to become obvious. How did this start?” He asks and I can feel a blush building on my face, was this something I really wanted him to know?

“If you want my honesty, I’ll need you to pretend you aren’t ma’sempul for the moment.” I stated and he nods, taking his hand from my shoulder and placing it in his other hand.

“It started when she was swept by the current underwater.” I admit to him.

“That far back?” He asks in shock, it had been quite a while looking back at it but it also felt like this had just happened. I only look at him with an annoyed expression after he’d cut me off and he raises his hands in defense.

“Well two weeks before that I visited Neteyam in the spirit tree,” I rubbed the back of my neck as I tell him. “-without a diving partner, and he told me that he had chosen her as my mate because Eywa said I had a temper-“

And with that he chuckles as if he had agreed with that statement, I turn to glare at him once again and he holds his hands up in defense once more. Letting a small apology out as he looks back down to the water and urging me to continue.

“I took her to my thinking cave, the one with the white lilies, I swear I didn’t know the flowers were in bloom, she’d ended up getting some of the pollen on her hand and she wiped it on her leg, but later used that same hand to rub her face. I had no idea it affected tawtute the same way it does for us, but one thing lead to another and we mated without tsaheylu.”

“According to JakeSully, tawtute mating doesn’t need tsaheylu, according to her and her people, you have already bonded with her.” He stated wisely and I raise a brow at his words.

“Does he share with you from when he was tawtute?” I asked out of curiosity and he grunts, confirming what I asked.

“Some times I ask him as I get curious about his life before he became a Na’Vi. Especially after catching her smell on you the day after the union ceremony.”

“It must have been the blanket I’d given her to use to warm up in the cool night air, she had mentioned that tawtute are sensitive to temperatures and I wanted her to be comfortable for when she was introduced to Tsireya as mine.”

“You should apologize to her with a kind gesture, a gift.” He says and it catches me off guard.

“What kind of gift? I do not know what she prefers jewelry wise and am only able to make armbands, I doubt she’d need a spear-“ I started rambling off as he chuckles.

“Whatever you decide to make, use it to apologize to her, okay? I’ll tell the others you weren’t feeling well since you’ll be a little too busy to go on this hunt with us.” He cuts me off with a smile and I can only nod at his answer.

“I want you to know something, Ao, you will have many fights like these. Some will be easier to apologize than others. Some of them you will be wrong and some of them you will be correct- but apologize either way, even if you are correct. I can guarantee her own apology will follow after even if she was right.”

“Is that what you do when you and sa’nok argue?” I raised a brow and smile widely, not needing to hear his response.

“We are still together after many rotations, are we not?” He asks smugly and I let out a laugh.

“With that being said, women also like it when other people tell their mate they were in the wrong. In this case you wanted to teach her to fish, but you let your temper get in the way. You were in the wrong, itan, you must go make this right.”

“I see,” I nodded at him just as his right-hand-man shows up to ask about the hunting they’re supposed to be starting. My father tells him to gather anybody willing to participate and turns to me once he leaves.

“Make her an armband, she doesn’t wear much jewelry and I don’t think she’s the kind of girl to wear much. I will see you when I get home, okay?” He asks and I nod, turning to head over to our Marui to fix up a quick armband.

I’d managed to find the right materials but struggled to find the correct colored rocks and shells. There had only been one other time that I had asked her what her favorite color was and the answer had honestly shocked me. But I knew I had to incorporate it in the armband I was making and felt giddy once I stumbled upon the colors I needed.

~~~~~

“So what’s your favorite color?” I asked her as I slowly thrust into her, watching her greedy cunt swallowing me whole, whimpering at the sight and feeling.

“Is th-this really the time?” She struggles to think of her words stuttering badly.

“Yes yawne, I’ll let you come if you answer.” I tried keeping my composure but failing to do so with how well she took me, I was on the edge myself.

“It’s you,” she responds and meets my thrust halfway with the loudest moan ever, her eyes shutting at the pleasure.

“What?” I mutter and continue focusing on her face.

“You’re my favorite color-“ She sucks in a big breath. “Can I come now?” She asks as she holds her own hips back.

“Yes tìyawn, come-“

~~~~~

I’d decided on taking my time making my way toward her family’s marui so I could rehearse my apology. I didn’t want to leave anything out of it and wanted to make sure she still felt loved all around. I see half the curtain hanging over the entryway, most of the marui was darker and cooled down, while the other half was folded open to allow air flow into the room and prevent it from getting stuffy.

I can see Y/n sitting behind little Tuk as she took the poor girls braids out one by one. The poor forest girl looked like she had been tired and barely had any energy. She had been taking slow bites of fruit as Y/n finished off the last couple of braids.

“Hello,” Tuk stated with minimal effort and energy, she’d definitely just woken up from a nap, but her voice was raspier. Y/n’s head moves to the doorway and she thins her lips.

“Tuk Tuk, I’m going to step out for a second but I’ll be right there, call me if you need anything okay?” She reassures the younger Na’Vi and it makes my heart swell with pride at how sweet she is to the children, she steps closer toward the entrance and I move back to allow her the space she needs.

“Have you come to finish yelling at me for my fishing?” She asks in a calmer tone than the one she had earlier but she has crossed her arms over her chest and her eyes weren’t even meeting mine. I felt saddened by that.

“No Yawne, I came to apologize,” I spoke softly and although I’m nervous of her reaction I pull the armband out to show her. “I made you something,” I stated with a bit of a waver, she turns her face to look at what I had in my hand, her eyebrows had previously been furrowed in anger but the pop up after seeing the gift, her eyes finally sliding up to meet mine.

“Y-you made that f-for me?” She asks a voice barely above a whisper and she looks back down at it as she smiles. “It’s my favorite shade of you,”

“Would you like to wear it?” I asked her and she looks back up to meet my eyes, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she nods, giving me her hand so I can slide it on.

“This is my way of saying I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I might not be a great teacher like I believed I was and I hate that I made you upset, I don’t like it when I’m the reason you cry, Tìyawn.” I’d held on to her one hand with both of mine as I apologized, feeling comfort in touching her in any way possible, taking note of how perfect the armband had fit her.

“It doesn’t excuse my own behavior but I didn’t like being yelled at as if I were a child, I already know I don’t know how to fish, or cast the stupid net, but I expected you to communicate with me on how to do it correctly. But I am sorry for raising my voice at you.” She stated tenderly and I couldn’t help but cup her cheek with my hand.

“You are not in the wrong here, it was me, and I hope you can accept my apology, little one.”

“Of course I do, Ao’nung, nga yawne lu oer.” She stated all of a sudden and I could only squat on my toes just to crash my lips onto hers right after she said that.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” I replied back toward her.

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“I now see why you continue running off, it’s a shame this is where you hide.”

We both turned our heads in unison toward the person who had spoken, standing before us and I knew we’d been caught. This was the person I had least expected to catch us, the very same person I’d been avoiding and desperately praying to Eywa so she wouldn’t catch us. A few feet in front of us stood his mother, who happened to be glaring directly at me, not once sparing a glance toward Ao’nung, and I would be lying if I hadn’t just felt my knee’s buckle.

“Unbelievable.” The disgust is very evident, dripping entirely within that word.

Instinctively I push against Ao’nungs chest to put as much distance between us as possible, trying to hide whatever embrace we’d had, although I knew she had seen it already. I felt empty right after feeling his warmth leaving me and I had to look down to stop myself from freaking out.

“I was worried about you after seeing you run into our marui but wanted to give you space to collect your thoughts. And when I had decided you might have had enough time sulking on your own, I head to our marui, only to see you making your way here.” She stated as the tone of disappointment stays in her voice.

“You followed me?” Ao’nung asks even though she had just stated that.

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to do anything stupid, only to find myself proven wrong.” She yells angrily and I flinch at the pitch she uses.

“Ronal, please-“ I begin pleading but am unsure where my words were going, but am also somewhat thankful for the hiss that cuts me off.

“Silence.” She continues glaring at me and my immediate response is to look down, maybe if I don’t look into her eyes, I won’t feel threatened, but that theory is tossed out the window.

“Have you mated with this vrrtep?” She pointed at me, a disgusted look settling on her features as I peek up and see her looking at her son, waiting for his answer.

“What if I did?” He asked too nonchalant for my liking. His body hadn’t been trying to face away from hers like mine was. I shouldn’t have been surprised since he has dealt with her more than I have, but she was a scary woman.

“She is a disgrace to every suitor you’ve had. She doesn’t stand near any of them. Why would you want someone you cannot bond with, ma’itan?” She asks with genuine concern for him.

“You are right, she doesn’t stand near them,” He stated and I felt my blood run cold. I looked up at him with pure sadness, had he resented me this entire time?

“She’s more than they will ever be. She has single handedly tamed my anger with her kindness. She has taught me how to be careful with someone else and being aware of my words and how much they could hurt another person. She has a strong heart, she is worth it to me.”

“You do not realize the implications of these words ma’itan. If you decide to mate with her before Eywa you’ll be stripped of your status.”

“No!” I yelled immediately as my eyes widened. Ronal smirked at my outburst and laughed a bit.

“You see, she only wants you for your status.” She states as if it was the clearest thing.

“I can’t allow that. It’s all you’ve wanted since you were young, I can’t let you lose your status over this-“ I stated as if I was pleading him, but this is exactly what I needed to do.

“You are confused, ma’itan, you do not even know what you mean to that vrrtep!” She exclaims and I feel as if it was another blow to the chest. This was exactly everything I wanted to avoid.

“Sa’nok-“ He begins before she starts once more.

“Do you not see how this vrrtep has corrupted you? I told your father to not allow them in even if they were trusted by JakeSully, I knew they would eventually mess something up, it was a matter of how. Come to me, ma’itan, we need to cleanse you.”

“Choose someone else.” I stated in a clear and steady voice. Although my heart felt itself break. I could only feel Ao’nung grasp my shoulders gently.

“No.”

“Please, let me go, choose another. You’ll still have the life you wanted-“ I felt the tears blur my vision so I turned around to stop looking at him.

“Not if I don’t have you in it.”

“I’m not worth it, choose someone else-“

“I’m not leaving you, little one, I’ve said that multiple times.” He tries reassuring me as my tears slide down my cheeks, how was I going to stop them.

“So you can be wise,” Ronal hums at my words as I was trying to get him to leave me.

“No, I only want you, I only see you, I only love you.” He stated as he forcefully turns me around. Tears continuously sliding down my face.

“I can’t bond with you-“

“I don’t care about that, little one, we bond in different ways.” He holds my face with one hand gently.

“I’ll die too fast anyway, we can’t have kids. She’s right, this is only a fantasy that’ll never work. I’ve done this once before and didn’t learn the first time.” These reasons were resurfacing from Neytiri’s previous conversation within me when she’d found out those years ago, reasons to why I was not fit for her son, reasons I am not fit to be with Ao’nung.

“Neteyam told me different, ma’tìyawn, he told me he Eywa needed his help in choosing a mate for me and he chose you as my mate, Eywa agrees with his decision. He told me we can have children of our own and told me your age will slow down with mine after completing our mating.” He explains in a gentle manner.

But the way he’d stated that with ease, he had never told me about that previous to today, and I could feel my head dizzying at his words, when the hell had he been told about this?

“When, when did he tell you?” I asked because I just had to know. He remains silence but face fallen into a wince as if he’d meant to either keep that a secret or expect his words to change my opinion without problem.

“When the fuck did he tell you this?” I asked in a harsher tone after his silence.

“Two weeks before we went to the spirit tree, but I-“

“That was two months ago and you’re only telling me this now?” I pulled myself away by pushing on his chest to let go of me, I knew there was no way I’d hurt him but with the way he backed up as if I had worried me a bit.

“Yawne I-“

“You need to leave.” I stated as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.

“What?” He asks in disbelief upon hearing my request.

“Leave, go!” I yelled at him and he seems shocked. He looked like he was about to refuse leaving, he held onto hope more than I could, but before voicing his opinion the sound of water suddenly splashing had caught our attention. I turned back to Ronal to see her staring at the space between her feet, a protective hand placed around her swollen abdomen.

“Great mother, why now?” Ronal groans as she protectively places a hand on her swollen belly. Typically when a NaVi’s water breaks you had about thirty minutes or less for when the child arrived, so even if their gestation lasted about a year, their births happened incredibly fast. But with her being Tsahik and going through her labor meant she’d either need the help of the retired Tsahik- who was her deceased mother in law- or the Tsakarem, her daughter.

I glanced over at Ao’nung who was standing with his eyes widened. I could only figure he had never seen his mother in this position and if he had, he was a toddler when Tsireya was born so he didn’t have any experience when it came to these things.

“Agh!” Ronal screams as she holds onto her abdomen.

“Get her into the water-“ I run into the Marui and see Tuk is still awake, half finished with her fruit, I’m sure she’s heard everything that had happened but her face seems unfazed.

“TukTuk, please tell me you’re well enough to go for a swim?” I asked in the most hopeful tone possible and she nods, getting up from her mat, following behind me as I grab a couple things from the marui. I step back out with Tuk behind me and see Ao’nung full on carrying his mother with a worried look in his face.

__________

“Come on Um’ma, let’s get you into the nice cool water, I think you’ll feel better there,” I try reassuring her as I continue to hold her, her weight becoming less as she floats in the water, her groans coming out in short spurts, she’s gritting her teeth and her eyes are looking around.

“What now, Y/n?” I ask as she has Tuk hold the things she was carrying, while she hops down from the walkway onto the stairs and into the water, Tuk carefully handing Y/n everything.

“Let her stand in the water, Tsireya said it helps with tearing, she’ll be on her feet, make sure her lower back is covered.” She instructs and I follow along as I do what she says, my mother sighing in relief, one of her hands grasping mine suddenly and refusing to let go.

“And now?” I ask as she fumbles with her equipment, I can see various towels, a blanket, the knife Neteyam made for her, and a clamp. I’m not entirely sure what these were for but she finally comes over toward me, stepping directly in front of my mother, a hiss ripping through her as soon as she see’s Y/n.

“Hiss all you want but we don’t have much time before your child gets here and Tuk is too sick to get help.” Y/n stated and as I look on over toward where Tuk was, the poor girl had already passed out on the walkway snoozing along and getting her rest.

“If you want I can get another woman from the clan whose given birth before but I doubt they’ll get here by the time your baby is born.” Y/n stated firmly upon looking at my mother before taking a deep breath and going under the water, I could tell she started untying my mothers skirt and I blushed while looking away.

“I dislike how helpful she is, even after I insulted her-“ She manages to grumble between her groans and grunts.

“She is always like this, Um’ma, I love her.” I stated and my mother hisses again. Y/n resurfaces and steps around behind me.

“You’ll need to push her lower back, here, when she starts pushing, it helps relieve pain, or something like that. She’ll squeeze your hand and it’ll hurt you, but remember she’s in more pain than you will be.” She pointed toward her lower back and I could see my mothers tail fidgeting in a similar pattern from when we all hurt ourselves unexpectedly.

“Ronal-“ She steps back around as my mother is hunched over. Her anger from beforehand is gone as she continues breathing.

“You’ll need to spread your legs further,”

“I know how to give birth, child, this is my third- AGH!” She yells gutturally after her half insult, but follows Y/n’s order and spreads her legs further.

“Push when you feel the need to,” She tells my mother just as she’s moaning or groaning, maybe grunting, all at the same time, before looking back at me. “Every time you hear her make that sound, press where I showed.”

“Push Ronal,” She takes a deep breath before going back under and checking for how my mother is doing.

“Please respect her, she’s doing better than I am over here.” I utter just as she starts making that sound again and I push on her back, I could hear the sound lessen as if I was helping relieve pain. She takes a quick break to breathe before pushing again.

“Something feels wrong, it hurts more-“ She gasps.

“Don’t quit, Um’ma, keep pushing.” I encourage her as she starts yelling painfully while pushing.

“What do you see in her,” She catches her breath again as she pushes.

“The same things dad saw in you, she’s kind, caring, compassionate, adorable, and willing to put up with me.” I answered as she begins pushing and yelling again, I pushed on her back once more.

“Stop pushing!” Y/n resurfaces suddenly and my mother looks bewildered.

“Why on Eywa’s life would I do that!” My mother hisses.

“He’s coming out feet first, his cord isn’t coming out like it should and I’m scared its wrapped around his neck.” She stated.

“He?” My mother isn’t asking, more as if she were in shock.

“I’m having another itan.” She stated wobbly as her tears cascaded down her face.

“The next contractions will hurt like hell but I need you to try and not push during them, if you do, the constriction will cut off blood flow to the-“

“Ma’tìyawn, you’re rambling in English,” I stated as she looks up immediately with a blush.

“Try not to push when you feel the need to, I know it’ll be hard-“

“The pain is too great for me, I do not want to lose ma’itan,” Her tears fall down more rapidly as she weeps, her hold on my hand getting harder.

“Don’t say that. You are Tsahik of the metkayina, you fought tawtute mounted on a tsurak while heavily pregnant, you have birth twice before, how is this one any different!” Y/n states and I can see a passion in her eyes as she says these things.

“You are admired by many in the clan and you have been standing before other mighty warriors who have given birth telling them that all would be well. Don’t give me that shit, Ronal, you can fucking do this.”

My mother nods as another contraction hits her, she trembles badly and looks down before her face is picked back up by ma’Y/n with both of her hands.

“Don’t fucking quit on me, Ronal.” She stated as my mother starts yelling through her contraction, I push on her back regardless as it dies down.

“Once the shoulders are out you’ll be done, okay?” Y/n states as she takes another deep breath and sinks down below to check on my baby brother.

“That is why I love her, Um’ma,”

“Maybe I was wrong about her-“ She sucks in a big breath and clenches her teeth. Y/n swims closer to her and my mother yells once more.

Just then a bit of blood fills the water where Y/n and my mothers legs are, her hand has let go of mine as she sighs in relief, Y/n popping up without my brother.

“Where is he?” I asked in shock upon not seeing my brother.

“About to take his first breath.”

First breath, the tradition where, when allowed, the baby is supposed to swim upward after being born to take it’s first breath. The first right of passage coming into the clan.

“The cord was only loosely wrapped around his neck, probably because you held back on your pushes, all I did was unwrap it, clamp it, and cut it.” Y/n stated and seconds later he pops up, the physical sound of him taking his breath bringing us relief in that moment.

I couldn’t help but look at my baby brother in awe at the smallest patches of hair on his head, his little nose, his kuru being naked and small, Y/n is quick to pick him up and turn him to place him on my mothers chest. Taking my hand to place it on my brother’s abdomen as I watched him breathe. My mother started crying out of pure joy upon seeing my brother.

“Let us connect these, huh?” She grasped my mother Kuru gently and connected it with my brothers, creating the first bond any child creates- with their Um’ma. She’d gone at some point to bring the blanket to wrap him around in and I couldn’t help but smile at him.

Spending this time with my mother and brand new sibling was a joyous time, but when I’d turned around to see where Y/n had gone my smile falters as she and little Tuk were nowhere to be found.

_________

That goes without saying that once I’d come back into the marui with Tuk- after helping Ronal give birth- her parents had come back and were wondering where we went. I once again had to fill them in on the situation starting from the moment Ao’nung had come to give me my armband and ending with coming back with a still sick Tuk. They were surprised about Neteyam hand picking Ao’nungs mate and they did have questions to which I did not have the answers to.

After helping the Tsahik giving birth, I’d taken it upon myself to stay out of her and her families sights. I knew the words she had spoken when she had caught myself and her son together were spiteful yet truthful. There was no way that my assistance in her birth would change the way she felt about me. And I would say I’ve been doing well, I’ve avoided them for two and a half weeks by this point, but I did have a little help from the Sully’s. I’d essentially made myself disappear from their lives.

We made sure to always walk in pairs of three whenever we were out. If they happened to catch Lo’ak, Kiri, Spider, Tuk, Neytiri, or Jake the other person with us would tell me to go the opposite direction or hide somewhere to avoid having to make any contact with them.

While I was in the marui, Tsireya had come wanting to talk to me, but due to Lo’ak loudly stating that he wasn’t sure if I was there, gave me the chance to escape by diving into the water and swimming underneath the marui until she had left in disappointment. I was willing to take any measure I could to avoid them, Ronal had made it clear where she stood with me, so I wanted to make it clear to her that I understood her boundary.

“Theres supposedly a banger going on tonight,” Lo’ak stated as we all huddled into a little family meeting.

“What would you like to do, Y/n?” Spider asks as all eyes turned to me.

“You guys make it seem like they’re actively searching for me, the only time anyone came here was Tsireya a while ago. None of them have asked about me so I’ll just stay here.” I stated while weaving a blanket for Tuk, when she was sick she claimed she felt cold and didn't have a comfortable blanket on her.

I told her that if she could find some yarn she felt comfortable with, I’d take it and make a blanket out of it for her. She’d found the right one two hours after I said that and said she spent the entire two hours hugging yarn from the yarn lady, who had been awkwardly staring at Tuk while assisting her- or so thats the story from her ten year old perspective.

“Would you like one of us here with you?” Jake offers and I laugh.

“You guys should go enjoy the party, as long as you have fun thats all that matters.” I admit.

“We could even take shifts, I can stay for the first part and come get one of the kids to cover for an hour at a time-“

“It’s been fifteen days since Tsireya came here, thats half an Earth month, I will be fine, nobody is coming in here.” I reassure him and he only thins his lips.

“Go have fun, just bring me back something sweet, okay?” I asked and they all seemed to agree.

It did take a bit to get them all to leave but they did take their time leaving little by little. It started off with Jake and Neytiri leaving at the start of the little celebration, Kiri had left with Tuk since the younger one had started to get hungry. I had been left with Lo’ak and Spider, the two most stubborn people ever.

It didn’t help that we were mostly sitting in silence so I suggested we played a game. Spider had smiled happily as he remembered Jake had hidden a deck of Uno somewhere around here. Something about him having brought the game over from home in case the kids were bored.

“You definitely have a draw four, Y/n, don’t lie!” Spider yells angrily and I roll my eyes, placing a reverse card to switch the order we were going in already.

“Hell yeah!” Lo’ak exclaims as he places a wild card of his own, switching the color to red.

“No fair, you know I don’t have any red!” Spider states while continuing to draw, having drawn twelve cards before finally placing a red one down. I place my own red reverse down on the deck and try to hide my laugh.

“Uno,” I call out as I held my last card.

“Not funny.” Spider is already pissed and I knew this would get him to leave soon.

“Draw four!” Lo’ak stated after Spider luckily had to draw two cards before getting a red, but I smirk as I pull the draw four my brother said I had and stack it on top of Lo’ak’s.

“Red.” I stated the color and Spider throws his variety of yellow and green cards down angrily.

“You guys always fuckin cheat, I’m out.” He yells as he stands to walk out of the marui while Lo’ak and I laugh.

“Do you think we were mean to him?” I asked as I gather the cards.

“Nah, we’re the dream team, plus the look on his face was worth it.” He smiles widely while handing me his own cards.

“I’m thinking about heading out and meeting up with ‘Reya, you’re sure you’ll be okay?” He asks and doesn’t even bother getting up. Had the circumstances been different he would have started standing up already, not waiting for an answer as he headed out toward his girlfriend.

“I’ll be fine, Lo, honestly wanna get this blanket done so Tuk stops asking me if its done,” I smile as I take the half finished project I had with a grin.

“She has no patience.” He agrees as he stands up.

“I’m sure the others have forgotten but I’ll bring you back something sweet, kay?” He states.

“Thank you, you’re my favorite brother!”

“I always have been,” He chuckles as he slips out of the marui.

It doesn’t take too long before the curtain ruffles again and I’m surprised at how fast anyone had returned but keep my focus on my project.

“Did you forget some-“ My eyes wander up and see the person I’d least expected standing in the marui, before me stood the teal goddess I used to spend a majority if my time with.

“Y/n!” She yells excitedly in a hushed voice and it pained me to see her excited.

“Tsireya-“ I stated in shock, just staring at her, how is it the one night Jake asks me of I’m certain I could handle being alone that Tsireya pop’s back up right when I least expected it, especially after a while of not seeing her.

“Hi sweets,” She says softly while waving at me from the entrance, my blanket project long forgotten, using my term of endearment for her, on me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in confusion as Lo’ak had just stepped out to meet with her, how long would it take him to notice she wasn’t out there.

“I came to take you to get ready,” She stated as if it were obvious why she was here, but I was still lost.

“Get ready? For what?” I asked her two questions and I notice she’s looking past me with a smile. I turn and don’t notice anything there and look back at her.

“You’re still wearing it.” She stated and I look back down on my arm and the realization hit, I had completely forgotten about the armband being on my arm as it was comfortable, kind of like it was meant to be there.

“Now come on,” She steps closer taking my hand and I couldn’t help but allow myself to be dragged on by her since I’d missed hanging out with her for two and a half weeks, maybe spending some time with her wouldn’t hurt.

She’d brought me to a waterfall I’d yet to see before and made me wash my hair, I was confused at first but thought this was more of a girls-day type thing. As she had waited for it to dry before braiding it intricately, I’d just sat there and waited for her to finish. Just when she had finished, I turned to look at her as she gasps, holding both hands over her mouth in awe.

“What? Do I look bad in braids?” I joke but she shakes her head.

“You look beautiful,” It wasn’t until now that I could feel some of the beaded accessories she’d placed in my hair.

“We need to head back over,” She states and I could only imagine she meant back in the marui which is why I didn’t mind when she grabbed my arm once more.

“Come on-“ She gently tugs as she runs in front of me.

“Where are we going?” I let out a laugh as I’m essentially out of breath from chasing after her.

“You’ll see, come-“ She tugs me again with an excited smile on her features, one that made me forget my surroundings only because I hadn’t been near her in a while, I truly missed spending time with her.

“You need to walk through,” She states as we stand behind some curtains of some sort but I look at her weirdly.

“Is someone killing me if I step through?” I asked, wondering if her mother was on the other side of the curtain.

“Just step through,” She says with a smile and my curiosity peaks finally stepping through the curtains, being placed on a stage in front of the clan, eyes widening.

“Kaltxì-“ I nervously stated, just to see Ronal stepping up, I look down immediately and try backing up through the curtains again, there was no way I am going to stay here.

“Hey-“ I bump into someone and their hands are on my shoulders, I only turn my head upward and see Ao’nung looking down at me, my brows furrow in confusion and before I could say anything Ronal turns to address the clan.

“We’re gathered as a clan today to celebrate the union of my son, and his mate Y/n.”

“What?” I asked in complete shock and disbelief, but my voice only having been a whisper, nobody hearing me as the cheers of the crowd had grown.

She turns to look at her son, arm stretching out overtop of me, essentially being caged in by two Na’vi bodies. Her hand reaches to what I assume is his cheek.

“A mother will always love her son for their entire lives, but your life is only beginning with her, take care of her and love her more than you have ever loved me, ma’itan.” She speaks gently to him and he squeezes my shoulders gently as she looks down at me, I want to look away but she places her hand on my cheek, the sudden act of affection catching me off guard.

“You have shown me that I was wrong about tawtute. You helped me during a great time of need and I can see how you have loved ma’itan. You are strong and capable of many things that I was too blinded by my own prejudice to see. You are a worthy mate for him. Oel ngati kameie, Y/n.” She stated and placed her finger on her forehead, extending it toward me as she said that.

“Now if you are agreeable to your own union, I would like to speak blessings upon the two of you.” She stated as she awaits my answer.

“You said you didn’t want your son with a vrrtep-“

“I know what I have said and I was wrong. I am hoping you can accept my deepest apologies. When I was giving birth, you helped me even after the nasty things I said to you, you were willing to let ma’itan be happy and keep his status by trying to leave him, you were willing to sacrifice your happiness for his.” She stated with tears welling up in her own eyes. “I am not a perfect mother, but I try to be, and seeing how happy he is when he talks about you proves he follows his heart, just as closely as he follows you.”

“You already know how I feel about you, Yawne,” Ao’nung speaks gently, I crane my neck backward just to catch him looking at me with a sweet smile.

“I missed you so much,” I place my hand on top of his, which remained on my shoulder and I give him a light squeeze.

“I missed you too yawntutsyìp,”

“What do you say?” Ronal asks and I give her a small nod.

And she starts letting the many blessings fall from her tongue. Starting with the growth of the clan by the union we were sharing and blessing each of us separately, that Eywa may use us to assist in her workings as well as blessing us with many children- even though I felt that would never happen.

“And before the clan you must speak your vows. As always, the male will speak first.” She nods toward her son as she steps to the side and he steps from behind me, turning to face me- from what I’d seen during the other ceremony’s I follow his steps and face him, to have him squat on his toes so he is eye level with me, our hands holding each other.

“With these words I present my vows to you, Y/n Y/m/n Socorro, as your faithful mate.” He stated the typical introduction before looking right into my eyes with a small smile as he speaks words from his heart, my eyes tearing up as I try holding my big fat cry-baby tears for nothing since they slide down my cheeks.

“With these words I present my vows to you, Ao’nung Te Tswa’ìn Tonowar’itan, as your faithful mate-“ I start my own vows and for the first time I notice the tears collecting in his eyes as I continue.

“Now you may turn, and let Eywa decide your familial fate.” Tsireya speaks loudly and notice the garment placed before us. The biggest shell catching my eye, it was the color of their ocean and I smile.

“Ready?” He asks while squeezing my hand affectionately.

“Get closer to it so we can step on it at the same time,” He gently pushes the small of my back and I feel nervous, looking back at him as he lifts his leg.

“On three,” He reassures me and I nod. I knew it was wishful thinking but I closed my eyes harshly and slam my foot down on the shell as hard as I can, opening them and turning toward him, not even bothering to look at the pieces.

“Pukap!” Tsireya yells as everyone cheers and my shocked face turns to see the shell having broken into six unequal pieces, I look back at my now husband in shock, he’s smiling excitedly.

“Having four children is a big blessing, tsmuke,” Tsireya says as she waits for us to pick our respective pieces.

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Having Kiri, Spider, Lo’ak, and even little Tuk on my side on this day has proven effective. They had mentioned how Y/n was wanting to avoid me and I found it devastating at first but completely understood where she was coming from.

I’d planned this entire thing myself but was honestly thankful to Y/n’s tsmuktu for helping me and allowing this entire thing to happen. I was happy to have the love of my life forever now, officially.

Knowing we’d have four children was unexpected but a blessing nonetheless, but could tell that having children was still something Y/n was not expecting. I could tell she was skeptical but I knew it would happen.

She picks up a piece of the shell that I was eyeing myself and felt saddened by it but accepted it, until she turns and hands it to me. I look at her in surprise as she smiles.

“I figured this was the piece you’d like the most,” She stated shyly and I smile, taking it from her grasp.

“Thank you little one, does this mean I get to pick yours?” I asked her and she blushes before looking down and nodding.

Something of this nature had only been done one other time before- I’d heard the stories many times around the fire pit- my own parents union ended like this, but it was not a story Y/n had heard before, which was what warmed my heart the most, looking up at my father I can see him smiling at my mother with adoration.

“This one,” I pick up a piece thats similar to the shape she often shows me with her hands, a heart is what she calls it.

“It’s perfect,” She smiles as she takes it and I couldn’t resist the urge after she’d said that.

“You’re perfect.”

She blushes and looks away before I use my fingers to bring her chin back up to make her look at me, her face looking adorable, it felt warm underneath my fingers.

Before either of us could say anything, many people joined in on the traditional first song sang after the shell being broken, the garment being thrown around us as everyone joined to happily sing. It doesn’t take long for the song to finish and I have another place in mind where we could be.

“Would you do me the honors of following me?” I ask her and she furrows her tiny brows in confusion but takes the hand I had offered her and we start walking toward the beach.

“Where are we going?” She asks once we’re pretty close to stepping into the water.

“The spirit tree.” I admit as I call an Ilu over, stepping into the water, tugging her arm gently to get her closer to me.

“But first,” I settle her onto the Ilu before sliding on after her, placing my arm protectively over her waist. “We need to talk.” I’d sat her backward so her back was toward the Ilu’s head, as she faced me, my arm gently running across her spine to reassure her that it was nothing bad. “We’ll have to go the long way so we can sty above water, okay?” I state again.

“What is there to talk about?” She asks shyly and tucks her own hair behind her ear while looking at the ocean, eyes hesitant to look back on mine.

“A lot of things, Tìyawn,” I stated as the Ilu moves forward.

“Why would you visit Neteyam?” She asks and I’’m glad she does, I’m surprised she’d managed to get the hint.

“I felt guilty for how I’d spent a majority of the time he was here bullying him and your tsmuktu instead of trying to make friends with everyone. And I was lonely really, having two tawtute join the clan when you hate them was hard, he gave me an escape and we talked about anything and everything.” I share with her.

“Why didn’t you tell me about visiting Neteyam?” She asks.

“I didn’t see it as something I needed to share, but I was wrong on that.

“What did he say to you?” She doesn’t have to specify the night she was talking about and I look down with a soft smile.

“He said Eywa came to him to tell him she had trouble choosing a mate for me, and he said the only person he could think of was Y/n,” I tell her, placing my finger gently on the tip of her nose as she smiles at my action. “I look at him confused because that sounds like a word in your vrrtep language, he laughs and tells me thats your name and I am to use it to address you.” I explain and she nods along.

“He says he has chosen you as my mate because of how sassy you are, but that you were very sweet. He said you were captivating in every way possible.” Her eyes are widened in awe as she listens to the story.

“But you know me, I was stubborn, didn’t want to hear it but continued asking questions about how he knew these things and he finally tells me the two of you were courting. I was surprised, because nobody has ever heard of a union between tawtute and Na’Vi, I didn’t want to hear anymore and broke my connection with the spirit tree.”

“Do you regret it?” She asks in a tiny voice but I’m unsure of what she meant.

“If you mean disconnecting my kuru and swimming away from what he said, yes, if you are asking if I regret being with you, never.”

“Do you think you could do me a favor?” She asks nervously chews on her bottom lip.

“For you I’d do anything, all you have to do is ask.”

“Can you connect to the spirit tree and tell him I said thank you, for everything?” She asks sweetly and I nod.

“It should be me thanking him, little one, but I will tell him anything you want.”

“Can you tell him to visit me in my dreams?” She asks hesitantly and seems as if she regrets saying that.

“I will.” I reassure her just as we exit the retaining wall and turn to go to the spirit tree.

Arriving at the spirit tree had planted a smile on her sweet little face. The illuminated space was beautiful during this time of night and seeing her face lit up was even better.

“Your tahnì!” She states as she looks at my chest, smiling widely, letting her hands slide down my arms.

“I want you to sit up here while I dive, okay?” I state as I take her by the waist, lifting her off the ilu and up onto the magnetic rock walkway she had sat on once before.

“Please be safe,” She expresses concern on her beautiful face and I couldn’t help but kiss her, it had been a while since we did that.

“Just for you,” I reply before dipping my head below the water and heading over toward the petals. Grabbing my braid and looking at the tendrils sliding out of it, looking back up through the water and seeing my love’s little feet in the water, I look back at the petal before connecting my kuru and allowing my mind to calm itself.

~~~~~~

“It’s nice to see you again.”

I wince as his voice has remained the same. He didn’t sound angered one bit, I allowed my nerves to busy themselves as I observed the scenery before me and it comes as a shock that we aren’t in the forest like we usually are.

“We are home, why?” I asked as I turn, looking at the sky, before settling back on him.

“Change of scenery. I was getting bored in the forest.” He states nonchalantly.

“Neteyam, I want to apologize for leaving abruptly when I did-“

“It appears I was right hmm?” He raises his brows in amusement, smiling wide. “She has humbled you.”

He comments and I’m blushing.

“You had it the moment I told you about her.” He smiles and I’m in awe.

“She is everything you said she would be and somehow even more.” I respond and he nods.

“She is your wife now, I take it.” He asks and I can’t stop myself from nodding as a childlike spirit with no real body runs up to him.

“Neteyam, can you-“ The little spirit cuts itself off from talking as it catches a glimpse of me.

“Hello there,” I wave at the adorable white glowing orb, its body mostly glowing so I couldn’t really make out the gender.

“Ma’sempul!” The little spirit flies over to me and tackles me happily bouncing all over my chest.

“I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else, I’m not your-“

“This is the spirit of the first child you are set to have between yourself and Y/n.” Neteyam says as he gently picks the child up and off my chest.

“Those exist here too?” I asked in disbelief as Neteyam nods.

“Yes,” He smiles at me before turning the kid around and pushing them by the shoulders. “It’s not your time to head out into the world yet, but soon, I’ll be back in a second to play with you okay?” He reassures the tiny spirit and I feel my heart ache at the sight of them leaving.

“For obvious reasons I cannot tell you much about them, only that they will definitely be a handful.”

“As long as I have Y/n, I’ll be alright.” I admit and Neteyam nods.

“That is true, how-“ He cuts himself off and I only smile as he tries fitting the words the way he wants.

“How is she?” He asks with genuine curiosity.

“I would love to tell you, but she told me to make sure and tell you to visit her in a dream. Maybe there you can catch up. Maybe destress together, if you catch my drift.” I stated and his eyes widened.

“Think about it, okay? I’ll make sure to tell her to enjoy herself. It’s the least I could do for you.” I smiled at his shocked face.

“Thank you for coming to see me again.” Neteyam stated pleasantly before the little spirit started walking back over. “But my hands are full at the moment so I will see you another time, yeah?” He asks and I nod.

“I’ll visit you again, and thank you for everything Neteyam.”

“You’re welcome, Ao’nung.”

I opened my eyes as soon as I pulled my Kuru from the spirit tree, feeling a sense of relief flooding through me as I’d finished my visit with Neteyam. Kicking my feet as I floated upward closer to the surface to meet my wife.

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I’m not one to write notes at the bottom of the story but I didn’t wanna spoil anything up there^^ but I have a question for y’all if you could answer in the comments

Should I include a Neteyam x Y/n dream scapes smut for the next chapter? She won’t get pregnant off of it but I figured I’d ask to see what you guys wanted. And it also doesn’t help that Doja cats “Shine” was playing in my ear and I got to the part where she says “Yeah I’m fucking Mike, Dick was hella mean, slipped in so nice” 😖😫

This is legit the only reason I posted this chapter a lil earlier, just to get y’alls opinion in how the next one should go… the more feedback I get the faster I can start the next one… tysm

#avatar smut #avatar #avatar the way of water smut #afab reader #human reader #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung x reader smut #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung #ao’nungxhumanreader #aonung x female reader #ao’nung x female reader

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

The Forgotten Nest (Part 3) - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Mitchell!OC (Cora)

Word Count: 4.0k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Past Unplanned Teenage Pregnancy; Angst; Absent Father Figures; The 'He Didn't Know About the Pregnancy' Trope; Repeating Trauma Cycles; Crying; Mentions of Cancer (Ice); Named Mitchell Daughter OC (Cora) and Named Mitchell-Bradshaw Son (Nickie)

Summary: Rooster runs into Cora. Ice talks to Nickie about his dad. And Cora tries to not lose her shit.

A.N. There are references to a previous unplanned teenage pregnancy (between two eighteen-year-olds) in this fic. There won't be any flashback scenes to the pregnancy, but the references are still there, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

Master List

“Mom?” Nickie called, walking down the stairs to see his mom sipping her morning coffee. Cora stared her son down, recognizing his tone, and waiting for his request. “I know that I’m grounded, but can I take my car today?”

“Have they changed the definition of ‘grounded’ in the last day?” Cora asked sarcastically.

“No, but I promised Ice Pops that I would do some yard work for him,” Nickie replied, causing Cora to raise one suspicious eyebrow. “I have the texts to prove it.”

Cora held out her hand and Nickie placed his phone in it without hesitation. Setting down her coffee, Cora scrolled through a few texts to see that Ice had, in fact, texted Nickie to come over and help out a bit around the house. And after verifying that it was, in fact, Ice’s number, Cora returned the phone to Nickie. Pulling out his keys from the cupboard, she handed those over too.

“You get a free pass today, but you still have twenty-nine days without the car to finish before you get it back completely. And you need to text me when you leave and when you arrive. At school and at Ice’s. And no extra stops, got it?” Cora warned her son, who nodded quickly. “And so help me, Nicholas Peter, if you get another ticket, you’ll be grounded for the rest of your life.”

“Mom, I’ll be fine,” Nickie replied, moving to grab breakfast from the fridge.

“Mhmm,” Cora hummed, shooting her son a look. Setting her mug down in the sink, Cora turned to her son and held out her arms. Nickie instantly reached out and let his mom pull him into a hug and press a kiss to the side of his head. “I love you. But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Mom, I’ll be fine,” Nick reiterated, straightening up. “And I love you too.”

“You’ve got toothpaste on your cheek,” Cora sighed, moving to wipe it with her thumb.

“Mom!” Nickie complained, leaning away from her touch. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

Cora laughed and lightly pushed her son on the shoulder before moving to grab her keys and purse to head to work.

~~~~~

Bradley swore that he still had steam bursting from his eardrums after Hangman’s snide comments in the hangar. After Hangman sauntered away, Rooster broke away from Maverick and the other Daggers, heading in any direction other than the one that Hangman left in to find some semblance of peace.

Finding a quiet corner of base that no one else seemed to be around, Rooster collapsed against the wall of another hangar. Staring out at the waves crashing in the distance, he pulled his knees to his chest and dropped his forehead to his knees.

The whole situation in Miramar was starting to border on unbearable for Rooster.

Between seeing Maverick for the first time in nearly seventeen years, Hangman’s stupid comments about his dad’s accident, and his inability to find Cora, Rooster was really starting to reach his emotional limit. And for Hangman to bring up his dad in front of Maverick at Top Gun of all places . . . Hangman was lucky that other people got in between them in time.

Holding his hand to his head, Rooster tried to regulate his breathing. Wasn’t that what Cora always told him to do when he got like this after his mom died? Four. Six. Eight. Breath in through his nose for four. Hold it for six. Let it out through his mouth for eight.

Four. Six. Eight.

Four. Six. Eight.

Four. Six. Eight.

Dropping his hand away from his face, Rooster thought back to the last time that he got like this while Cora was around. He couldn’t even remember what triggered it that time, probably a nightmare that he blocked out of his memory to keep some personal peace. They were sleeping in his bed that night with Maverick off to Europe for a week.

He remembered how she gathered him in her arms and rested her head on his chest. He remembered her grabbing his hand and holding it in her own as she coached him through the breathing patterns. He remembered how once she managed to calm him down and they settled, she suggested that they go and get a late-night snack at the one diner in town that was always open.

As his stomach growled at the memories of those late nights at the diner, Rooster slowly picked himself off the ground and headed for the locker room. He assumed that it was cleared out by now, so he could get in, get out, and start heading for the diner in record time.

Though he wasn’t sure that a burger and fries was really going to solve this problem for him.  

~~~~~

Nickie pulled into the Kazansky’s driveway right on time and parked outside of their garage. Leaving his bag in the car, Nickie headed up to the front door and knocked lightly. A few moments later, Sarah came to answer the door and smiled up at him.

“Nickie! Oh, you’re getting so big!”

“Hey, Aunt Sarah,” he returned, letting her pull him into a tight hug. “How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know,” Sarah breathed out, withholding a rather big secret from the teenager. For his own peace of mind. “How’s school going?”

“Good,” Nickie replied, stepping inside. “Is Ice Pops in a meeting? I don’t want to do anything loud if he’s got a meeting going on.”

“No, no, he’s free for the rest of the evening. But I think he wanted to talk to you first,” Sarah stated, gesturing down the hall. “Go right in.”

Nickie nodded and walked down the hall towards Ice’s office. Lightly tapping on the door, Nickie let himself into the office. Ice spun in his chair and smiled over at Nickie, who was practically like one of his own grandkids. It wasn’t odd for Ice and Sarah to watch Nickie while Cora was working or going to school and Nickie was very fond of his Ice Pops, a nickname that he started using when he was only three.

“Hey, Ice Pops,” Nickie called, dragging a chair over. “You wanted to talk to me?”

I thought that you were grounded, Ice typed out, causing Nickie to sigh.

“Did my mom tell you?” Nickie asked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Ice shrugged, not giving away his source, but Nickie was sure that his mom texted Ice about it. While Cora loved her dad and appreciated his support through everything, Maverick wasn’t always the voice of reason that she needed. Especially when it came to raising Nickie. Ice was practically a second father to her and Nickie knew his mom treated Ice’s advice as sacred and confided in him about most things.

Have you told her?

“Told her what?”

In response, Ice tapped the insignia on his screen. Nickie shook his head slowly, sitting back in his seat.

“You know how she is, Ice. She’d have a heart attack about it,” Nickie replied, fiddling with his fingers and staring at the ground. “I’ve got to warm her up to the idea more first.”

And Mav?

“Are you kidding? The only times that I’ve ever heard him talk about the Academy was to talk crap about it. And the whole Navy politics aspect of it all,” Nickie murmured, resting his head on his hand. “He’d be on my mom’s side on this one. I know it.”

How do you know?

“He’s trying to get me to fly commercial,” Nickie stated, turning back to Ice’s gaze. “It’s like he wants me to follow in his footsteps, but not all the way. And he keeps trying to get me to talk to Uncle Slider about the commercial industry and I’d rather not drag anyone else into my mess.”

Ice nodded slowly, seemingly thinking over Nickie’s words.

One day, you’ll need to tell them.

“I know,” Nickie murmured, rubbing his cheek slowly. “But I don’t want to freak them out. Not right now. They’re both on edge with this mission and . . .” Nickie trailed off before turning back to Ice, who nodded slowly to show that he understood. “So . . . he’s really here? In town?”

Ice nodded solemnly, folding his arms across his stomach and looking very serious for a moment.

“And he’s on the mission?”

Ice nodded once again, causing Nickie to shift in his seat. After a few moments of silence, Ice reached out for his keyboard once again.

Talk to your mom.

“Ice, she’s going to freak out,” Nickie stated seriously, leaning forward a bit. “She always just . . . shuts down whenever anyone wants to talk about him.” Ice, in response, pointed at the screen once more, causing Nickie to sigh. “I know, I know, it’s her story to tell, not anyone else’s and if I want to know the full story, I have to ask her.”

Ice stared at Nickie for a moment, noting all of the similarities that he shared with his dad that he didn’t even realize. It wasn’t too long ago, after all, that Bradley Bradshaw was sitting in that same chair, asking Ice about applying to the Naval Academy. And Nickie was sixteen. He wasn’t a baby anymore. Nickie needed to know about his dad. He needed to be given the choice to know.

“Is he . . . my dad . . . do you think he’s . . .” Nickie stumbled over his words, trying to figure out how to phrase it properly. “Do you think he’s a bad person?” Nickie finally landed on. Ice shook his head without hesitation, which caused Nickie to nod slowly. “Do you think that he’ll come looking for us? For my mom? For . . . me?”

Ice shrugged his shoulders honestly, not knowing the answer to Nickie’s question. Turning back to his screen, Ice typed again.

Do you want him to?

“No,” Nickie stated immediately, frowning and on the defensive. Ice sat back in his seat, letting Nickie get out his anger at his dad. Ice personally knew the feeling very well. “He left and never looked back. Why would I want him around? Why would I want someone who hurt my mom and who never cared to stick around to meet me . . . why would I want them around?”

Ice was about to type away again when he was suddenly overtaken by coughs. Nickie, the attentive boy that he was, quickly got up and handed Ice some tissues. As Ice continued to hack away, Nickie got up and filled up Ice’s glass with some water from a nearby bottle. Nickie eyed Ice worriedly as he started to settle, his brown eyes quickly assessing Ice for injury or concern.

“Are you alright, Ice Pops?”

Ice waved his hand in Nickie’s direction in a ‘stop worrying about me’ motion that caused Nickie to crack a small smile. Returning to his seat across from Ice, Nickie waited patiently for Ice to settle again and reach for his keyboard. After taking another few moments to catch his breath, Ice reached for the keyboard once more.

Don’t be afraid to talk to your mom.

“I know,” Nickie sighed, nodding along slowly.

And don’t you dare get another speeding ticket.

“Okay, first of all, it was a speed trap,” Nickie stated to his own defense, earning a disapproving look from Ice in return. “And second of all, I was only going eight above the speed limit and you know that they just gave me a ticket because it was the end of the month and they had to meet their quota.”

Ice’s disapproving stare intensified just a bit more at Nickie’s words.

“Come on, Ice Pops, that’s the look you give Gramps when he does something stupid. It was just a speeding ticket!”

Ice made a motion of ‘I got my eye on you’ in Nickie’s direction, causing the teenager to hold up his hands in surrender.

“I got it, Admiral.”

Ice motioned for Nickie to stand up and slowly moved to do the same. Nickie quickly stood up and offered a steadying hand to Ice, a little worried that he would keel over. But Ice stayed on his feet and with strong hands, held Nickie at arm’s length.

“Talk to them, Nickie. Please,” Ice grunted out with his voice strained from the cancer.

“I will, Ice. I will,” Nickie agreed softly, staring worriedly at his second grandfather. “Are you okay? Did you want me to call Aunt Sarah for you?”

Ice shook his head and patted Nickie on his shoulder before pulling the teenager in for a tight hug. Nickie returned the hug, not truly realizing the significance of it.

“I’ll talk to them,” Nickie murmured out quietly, causing Ice to nod and squeeze him tighter.

~~~~~

Cora pulled into the parking lot and headed for one of the staple restaurants in Miramar. Her dad brought her and Bradley and later Nickie to the famous diner all the time. Birthdays, graduations, all of those things, they always had dinner here. And, frankly, she didn’t feel like cooking tonight.

Thanking the cashier for the food, Cora turned and headed out of the restaurant, missing the fact that one of the bags on the shelf behind the counter was labeled ‘Bradshaw.’ Heading out of the restaurant, Cora turned for her car and nearly bumped into the person who was coming around the corner.

“I’m so sorry, I—”

Cora’s breath caught in her throat when she looked up to meet a familiar pair of brown eyes. A pair that she saw every time that she looked at her son.

“Cora?” Bradley breathed out, seemingly in just as much shock as her.

“Bradley,” she returned, gulping air nervously.

A bit fidgety, she took a step to the side to get out of the way of the door while also putting some distance in between her and Bradley. She wasn’t really sure what her body was going to do—hell, her hand was itching to smack him across the face but that was considered assault in the State of California, so she just pressed her fist to the side of her leg.

“You’re in Miramar . . .” Cora trailed off, like she didn’t know that information already.

“Yeah,” Bradley agreed, nodding slowly. “And so are you.”

“Yeah, I am,” Cora stated, shifting her weight on her feet.

“You . . .” Rooster started, causing Cora to raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to find his words. Hell, he had sixteen years to prep a sentence and all he had was ‘you.’ “. . . you’re a nurse?”

Cora glanced down at her scrubs before turning back to Bradley, an unimpressed expression settling on her face. Steeling her emotions and reminding herself that acting out would only draw more attention to herself and Nickie as a result, Cora nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I’m a nurse. And you’re a naval aviator,” Cora replied, pursing her lips together.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well, I’m glad that you got what you always wanted,” Cora stated, forcing a smile.

“Cora, I . . .” Rooster paused when he noticed how many people were milling around, “. . . I was actually hoping to talk to you while I was in town.”

“About?” Cora pressed, her patience running thin.

“How we left—”

“—You left. You left us,” Cora interjected emotionally, causing Rooster to pause for a moment.

“Us?” Bradley asked, frowning with confusion.

“Me and my dad,” Cora corrected herself, lying straight through her teeth.

“Cora, you know why I had to leave,” Bradley insisted, causing Cora to force herself to take a breath before she actually smacked him across the face. “I wasn’t going to stay in a house with someone who betrayed me like that.”

“And I betrayed you?” Cora asked sharply, causing Bradley to straighten up. “Did I, Bradley?”

“You weren’t listening to me,” Rooster stated, earning a sharp glare from Cora.

“And you sure paid it forward by ignoring me for sixteen years,” Cora snapped back, causing Rooster to frown. “I called you. I texted you. I sent you letters.” She let out an incredible laugh and shook her head. “And you didn’t feel bad enough to return any of those before.”

“I’m sorry, Cora,” Rooster replied, causing her glare to intensify. “I’m sorry for leaving you.”

“Okay. You can mark me off of your list and move on,” Cora stated simply, causing Rooster to frown.

“What are you talking about?”

“All of you do it,” Cora stated, referencing her own father and the men who raised her. “Right before some mission that you know is excessively dangerous, you’ll start going around, making amends, and leaving things on better notes than usual so that if God forbid something happens to you, in your last seconds you won’t be consumed by guilt.”

Cora stared up at Rooster with a fire in her eyes before forcing it down and reminding herself that she had Nickie waiting at home for her. She had Nickie. And she didn’t need Rooster’s help. She wasn’t a scared teenager with a little baby anymore.  

They were better off on their own. And she didn’t need Rooster’s sympathy either.

“You’re free,” Cora replied, shooting Rooster a look before turning and heading to her car.

Bradley stood there for a moment, absolutely speechless and confused about what just happened. He had severely underestimated how hurt Cora was by his leaving all those years ago. He knew that they were in love at the time but they were teenagers. And nearly seventeen years had passed since he left. Frankly, he assumed that she got over him a long time ago.

Hell, she looked more pissed than he felt when he saw Maverick for the first time in the hangar. Confused and trapped in a loop of questions that he didn’t have the answers to, Rooster slowly entered the diner to pick up his food and head back to base to stew in his emotions.

~~~~~

Cora furiously washed the dishes in the sink, trying to let her frustration out on the ceramic. Her brief conversation with Bradley kept running through her mind and she found herself grinding her teeth in a fit of rage and frustration.

She barely heard the door open and Nickie step inside. Noting his mom at the sink, Nickie slowly approached her with clear caution in his steps.

“Mom?” Nickie called softly.

“Dinner is on the table. I got you your usual,” Cora stated, still scrubbing away.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Cora grunted out. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I want to talk about my dad,” Nickie explained to his mom after a few moments.

“You—”

Cora spun to her son, metaphorically smacked across the face with that comment. The mug that she had thoroughly scrubbed slipped out of her soapy hands and shattered on the ground from the force of her spin. Nickie jumped and Cora seemed to snap out of her trance at the sound of broken ceramic.  

“Shit! Don’t walk over here!”

“Mom?”

“I’m fine, Nickie. Just grab me the broom, please.”

Cora squatted down and started picking up the bigger pieces while Nickie went to grab the broom. Together, though Cora tried to shoo her son away, they cleaned up the mess and deposited it in the trashcan outside. Putting the broom back in the closet, Cora slowly turned to her son with a withdrawn and nervous expression.

“You want to talk about your dad?” she asked softly, barely above a whisper.

“If you want to, Mom, I know—” Nickie started, but Cora cut him off.

“—No, no,” Cora interjected, waving her hand around. “It’s . . . you’re sixteen. And . . .” She trailed off, looking at the ground for a moment, “. . . you have every right to know about your dad.”

Nickie and Cora settled out on the back porch, where Cora and Maverick had their conversation about the subject just a few days prior. Cora jittered a bit nervously, but her gaze was supportive as Nickie tried to form his questions. Grabbing Nickie’s hand, Cora gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Who was he?” Nickie asked softly, causing Cora to squeeze his hand a little tighter.

“He’s . . . he was a family friend. A very close friend. Your grandfather and his father, they were best friends. And so, we became best friends. And he eventually came to live with us. And then we . . . we fell in love.” Cora forced a smile as tears came to her eyes at the memories. “And we made some choices that we probably shouldn’t have because your grandfather was gone a lot in those days.”

Rubbing the back of Nickie’s hand slowly, wanting to make sure that the conversation was as painless as possible, if it was even possible, Cora turned to her son again.

“And then he and your grandfather, they had a fight. A very bad fight. And, so, he left.” Cora looked down at the ground, trying to gather herself. “He left and I found out that I was pregnant with you about a month later. I tried to contact him but after a couple years of no answers . . . I gave up. And I just focused on raising you on my own with your grandfather and everyone else here.”

“He never returned your calls? Or anything?” Nickie asked, his frown deepening.

“No,” Cora whispered out softly. “Not one.”

Nickie nodded slowly, pursing his lips together. He stared at the ground, clenching and unclenching his jaw as he worked through some emotions that he usually tucked away.

“Does he know that I exist?” Nickie asked, turning back to his mom.

“I don’t think so,” Cora stated honestly. “I honestly don’t think he ever received or read any of my messages.”

Nickie nodded again, dropping his head down so that his mom couldn’t see his expression. Choking up a bit, Nickie tried to steady himself.

“Did you ever wish that . . . that I . . . that I wasn’t—”

“—No!” Cora interjected immediately, her voice breaking. She reached out for her son, pulling him closer to her. “Nickie, look at me.” Gently grabbing her son’s face and turning his head so that he faced her, Cora rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs. “You are the most important person in the world to me, Nickie, and I wouldn’t trade you for anything or anyone in the world. Do you understand me?”

Cora was sobbing herself now and she pulled her son into her arms. Holding her son, Cora rocked him back and forth as she felt his tears start to soak the shoulder of her shirt.

“Don’t you ever let another person’s actions determine your own self-worth, Nickie. And don’t you ever think that I regret what I did to have you.” Cora held her son tighter as her own emotions cracked. “You are my son and I want you and I love you, Nickie. And there is nothing in this world that could ever change that. That will ever change that.”

“I love you too, Mom,” Nickie choked out, causing Cora to hold him closer. The two of them cried together for a moment before Nickie added, “We don’t need him.”

“No, we don’t,” Cora sniffled, rubbing Nickie’s back. “We don’t.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

A.N. When will Brad Brad finally find out about Nickie? 👀👀 the next chapter!

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[bluginkgo]

On today's Ginkgo rambles, we have

what is going on with Tessa and why I find her very suspicious.

Spoilers, duh

The main thing that glares at me is how she interacts between the team and what she says. Or, more specifically, how inconsistent she is with the information she gives us. When we first see her, she says:

"Her [Cyn] last known act was siccing you lot on human exo-planets."

N: "But why?"

J: "That's what we're trying to figure out, bozo."

And-

"If she [Cyn] wants these labs. We burn them down!"

But later, she switches it up.

"When we get to the lab and find that list..."

Why was there a switch? She went from "we are burning this sh*t down!" To "I actually need the labs to get the list of drones that are infected."

So what gives?

The only thing I can see is J's presence. It's strange too isn't it? Tessa specifically told J to stay back and mind her ship. Illiciting this weird pause in the trio.

The entire time in N's memories/flashback, it's shown that J follows Tessa all over. Granted, N's memories are a bit of a shaky land to base anything off of. Many of the things that happened in N's memories did not actually happen in real life. More specifically, the gala massacre happened, yes. But N, V, Tessa, and J most likely did not fight eldrich Cyn like in Episode 5, Home. Given that we have nothing else, we can at least infer that J and Tessa are pretty close friends- specifically taking the scene when Tessa asks J to act as a "ripping royal stud." J, who we have seen to be very strict, showed concern for Tessa's hand injury (which is another thing I'll touch on).

With all this in mind, why would Tessa do that? They've been together ever since the first clip of then in episode 3, The Prommening. Why would Tessa forgo the extra security that J provides? Supposedly, Tessa knew that N and V have forgotten about her due to the CYN administration program. We see this from when Tessa first interacts with them,

"N! You remember- *cough cough*" It seems that she knew that N and V, to some degree, do not remember her or working for her as butler and maid. That detail would put her at a risk, wouldn't it? N and V are almost like strangers, not to mention Uzi bit her the second she got close enough. Having J with her would be safer for her. Instead, she tells J to mind her ship.

Now, there are a couple of things that I could think of.

1. J is a liability somehow. This is the more insane and unhinged idea, therefore has more holes. But basically, the thought is that the absolute solver somehow has a stronger hold on J and is using her to gather data on Tessa's movements. Tessa might have realized that the corrupted core with ths absolute solver in J is a liability to what Tessa is actually trying to do. Therefore, she says "we burn the labs!" When J is there, but when she's gone Tessa switches to her true goal which is "get the list." There is a glaring hole here tho. How would Tessa know that the corrupted cores in N and V do not have a strong hold on them? Maybe the hint to her was that N remembered her. But J hasn't shown signs that she doesn't remember Tessa either. But the counter to that could be that J views Tessa as a JcJenson technician, therefore Tessa is already supposed to have that level of respect/loyalty.

2. J is backup. This would make more sense. We can't have the entire gang going down into the labs, and not have someone as backup in case things go south. They'll need someone to either drag them out or finish the job of burning the labs down if the gang isn't successful.

3. Tessa herself is what's weird. J, N, and V are all acting like themselves, the only person that we've seen to have a change in their personality is Tessa. Maybe Tessa is posessed with something something, more unhinged idea rant. But you get the idea. Of course, no one can go through seeing your parents and friends killed, and then kinda causing the fall of the entire planet earth and come out with the same personality as you had originally. So maybe, she simply matured rapidly, and that gave her the more cold side we often see throughout Episode 6, Dead End.

I'm mostly very suspicious of Tessa because V was too. While the trio were making their way over to the elevator, V had one of her eyes/sensors on Tessa the entire time.

After V saw that Tessa was no longer trustworthy and that the sentinels did not listen to her, she stopped following along with Tessa. Just as many more people have mentioned, it's really sad how V's true personality and care only shone in the second half of episode 6. How protective V became of Uzi and N. Taking lead while walking down the corridor, and taking lead in fighting the sentinels.

Now as for this! Tessa's hand injury, or something at least being wrong with her hand. Liam would not include this just because. Something is wrong with her left hand, and we have to keep that in mind for some odd reason. I have a feeling that the injury will come up later in eps 7 and 8. Perhaps if the theory of this Tessa being the imposter, then the gang will have to figure it out by basing it off of Tessa's left hand injury. That, or maybe this Tessa is the real one, and the injury might cause a hiccup in the fight that is gonna go down in ep 7 or 8.

Of course, as per usual, I could simply be looking in too deep to this. Feel free to gut this! ^_^

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[carigm]

ABOUT THE NEW PICTURES!

Some new pics from set got released today, and although it’s nothing too exciting, I think it’s worth pointing some things out.

Why so many goddamn bikes? Is everyone in Hawkins riding bikes? 😭 We don’t even have this many main characters lol

I’ve already seen people making jokes about this and the “3 waterfalls”, but in case people believe an ai lip reading in which Mike supposedly utters the words “you gotta improve your motivation”, according to that lip reading they were talking about leaving Hawkins (the local village lol) and finding a place with 3 waterfalls. As you can see, this is a map of Hawkins. So it doesn’t even fit the Mlvn ai lip reading nonsense.

And last we have this pic of little Mike. This is the most interesting thing they shared imo. This picture we’ve already seen in the show before, it was on the Wheelers’ picture mantle in S1, if I’m not mistaken.

Here they’ve placed it on top of two vinyl records. Was it arranged like this just for the picture? If so, what are the implications or what are they trying to hint at?

1. Music will be important for Mike next season because he will be targeted by Vecna.

2. The two records are Treasure Island and Swiss Family Robinson. Originally, these are novels. Both of them feature characters ending up in deserted islands, and they both also feature a character that ends up going back to civilization/society at the end of the journey. Jim in Treasure Island, and Ernest in Swiss Family Robinson.

Here’s a description of both those characters.

They do kinda sound like Mike don’t they? It’s worth noting that Ernest is the second child and he has an older brother (sibling) who’s an excellent shot. I mean…Ernest also abandons/leaves his family at the end of the story.

3. The Swiss Family Robinson inclusion could also be hinting at something else, and imo this is the most likely thing. A couple of months ago, someone leaked that the Wheelers’ house gets completely overtaken by the UD, and the Wheelers’ basically become homeless (I think they end up at the farm). This leaker mentioned the scene was an action packed scene that also featured some members of the party being there, and that it was also Karen’s first real encounter with the UD. Out of all the leaks we’ve gotten, I always believed this person because from little tidbits we’ve seen their leaks are the only ones that seem to match up. Now what is the main plot of the Swiss Family?

A family being shipwrecked and basically becoming homeless.

If I had to put my money on these clues meaning anything, I would say this is the most likely.

Although perhaps we’re looking too much into it and the picture is a hint to us getting a younger Mike flashback? After all, those two records were probably from when he was a kid.

So many possibilities.

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[mako-neexu]

that manga fucking rules so much i didnt even care the handwriting made me slowdown reading what the kanji was and i stared at it 15 minutes per character. i messed up my sleep schedule by reading this but its worth it theyre uploading it gradually but its about 14 out of 89 pages so im looking forward to the rest hehe

im too lazy to typeset so i will describe it instead~ It's your average yakudou comic with guda getting hurt. But its a perspective that i love so far...so i want to ramble about it

but of course it starts with a fight: "Everyday life" "Fighting, getting hurt, healing, and-" then theres a beast approaching her, "sometimes, death"

then it cuts to guda in the hospital bed, waking up 3 days later from her injuries with rider vinci on her bedside in the infirmary, checking her vitals. then da vinci casually drops onto ritsuka that if it wasnt for medea lily she would be alive bc, THE ENTRETY OF HER LEFT HALF OF HER BODY WAS TORN APART BY THE MONSTER and shed have died <3

then she says "anyways, im glad your right hand (command spells) wasn't damaged/taken and your wounds was deep but youre healed now. anyways, you good to go on the next mission?" then we cut to the flashbacks of guda in their moment of "death" at this point i was eating all of my fist... then guda just says "yeah lets go" with a smile

theres so many things wrong with that scene in a single instant but its a drug to me to see this kind of interaction where someone says "thank god your staff is safe but anyways 3/4ths of yourself got blown away but thats fixable <3"

then next was oberon's perspective where he describes her as a self sacrifical idiot, that theres no other word for her as she always comes back with scars and wound from fighting, and he doesnt know just what drives her to come back again and again until shes satisfied. then oberon sees artoria being worried she confesses to him about today's events where "ritsuka and i were walking in town to run some errands but just when i heard screams from ritsuka i was too late to notice"

and when castoria turned around all she could see was Ritsuka getting attacked by the enemy from behind, smiling peacefully as if saying "Ah- this is where i die" and castoria is so distressed and worried and shes crying a little and she talks about hers and oberon's love for ritsuka about protecting her and about her not knowing what to do bc she just wants ritsuka to smile my heart was going to give out for the three of them😭 i love them really much

but then next scene fucks me up even more with obecas visiting ritsuka again in the infirmary, then i find out castoria was also the reason why guda is alive. then da vinci says, "no matter what i'll heal ritsuka as best as i can" then oberon says, "Wow, aren't you so desperate about whether she lives or dies?"

Da Vinci, exasperated but now smiling: What are you saying?? It's just natural, after all...

THEN THIS SCENE KILLED ME LIKE IT KILLED GUDA HHH IM GOING TO DIE TOO

"She is our Master!"

Then Oberon pauses. Then internally he goes, "Our Master?"

...Because isnt that saying:

"Precisely because Fujimaru Ritsuka is a "Master" that she is worth healing."

then the comic ends im dying over here bc its 14 pages so far but i need more to stuff it inside my guts

#fgo #guda comic suffering is the best i love it im going to rughhgfkjhdgkfjdjkdfgnjkdnfbjnkbdfjknbdf #guda #fujimaru ritsuka #fate grand order #gudako #yakudou trio

[quintessencewrites]

Save Her ShuRiri x Wakandan!reader

“Griot,” she started slowly. “Who is piloting Fighter 009?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty.”

Warnings: Angst!! Happy ending though <3, explicit language as always, mention of character death, Shuri's kinda mean at the beginning...

Word Count: 1.4k+

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A/N: My heart ached writing this!!! I just wanna give my girls the happy endings they deserve but yall are asking for angst, so you'll get angst. Speaking of which, this one is the happy ending version (believe it or not). There'll be one coming soon with a not-so-happy ending... Flashbacks in bold. Enjoy, my loves!

“Your Majesty-”

“Not now, Griot.” Shuri paced the room, still fuming. Your argument was at the forefront of her mind and she couldn’t stop the scene from replaying in her head. 

“You have two wives! Why do you feel the need to dance with another woman?” Shuri approached you, finger pointed in your face accusingly. 

“That other woman was the Queen of Genovia! A country that you wish for Wakanda to have as an ally. She asked for a dance, so I danced, Shuri. Would you rather I be rude and dismiss her?”

“Yes, I would.” 

“Lies! You would have been in here, still fussing at me like a child, had I rejected her invitation.”

Shuri stepped slowly towards your small, angry figure.“I don’t like seeing your arms around anyone else. I don’t like seeing theirs around you.” She tried reaching for your hands, extending hers to you meticulously. “These hands are only supposed to drape around my neck.” When you jerked away from her touch, the young royal scoffed, fury flowing through her veins.

“Oh, so you’re leaving Riri out of this too?” It was such a petty response, and you knew it.

“Please, Shuri-” the AI tried again.

“Do I need to power you down? I said not now.”

“I am not leaving Riri out of anything. Did you catch Riri dancing with anyone else last night? Hm? Because, if I recall correctly, Ri stayed at my hip the entire night.”

“So that’s what you want? Me on a leash?”

Shuri was towering over you, anger emitting a burning heat from her figure. “Is that what it will take for you to start showing some respect? A leash? Like you’re some bitch?”

Your mouth fell agape; disbelief at her words brought stinging tears to your dark-hued eyes. 

“Get the hell out, y/n.” Shuri’s venomous tongue continued. 

“Fuck you, Shuri,” your voice was nothing more than a whisper as you retreated from the throne room.

“We’ve lost communication with Talon Fighter 009. I suspect the Captain no longer has control of the aircraft.” 

Griot’s fast-paced words halted Shuri’s stride, pulling her from those flooding thoughts. “We did not give any Fighters authorization to take off today.” 

The AI’s silence ran ice through the Queen’s veins. There was one person who did not need the authorization to take off. The very person who helped Shuri build the Talon Fighters.

“Griot,” she started slowly. “Who is piloting Fighter 009?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty.”

Her Majesty stalked toward the floor-length windows adorning every wall in the throne room. Out in the distance, several miles away, she could make out a slight speck slowly falling from the sky.

The ice in her veins defrosted at the sight. Her y/n, falling from the sky. A quick double tap to the kimoyo beads dangling around her neck sent the panther suit clinging to her lanky figure. 

The Black Panther mask swallowed her face. “Griot, update Riri and page her into me. And send me the coordinates for Fighter 009, now!” She boarded the Royal Talon Fighter and seated herself behind the controls. Her breathing hitched, thinking of you doing the same, not predicting what was to come.

“At once, Your Majesty.”

Not even a second later, Shuri’s beads vibrated, alerting her of Riri’s presence. “Ri-” Shuri’s husked voice cracked with fright. 

“I heard, ma. I’m suited up and on my way. Aye, Griot, let me get those coordinates too.”

“I’ve just sent them over, Princess,” The AI informed.

“What the hell happened, Shuri?”

What the hell had happened? You were more skilled with every Wakandan aircraft than Shuri herself. 

“I-I don’t know. Griot?”

“An intensive safety check was failed to be done before takeoff, Your Majesty.”

“An intensive safety check was what?” Riri parroted. “Y/n wouldn’t forget that. She knows that. She does it everytime.”

You were anal about performing a safety check everytime you took off, regardless of the circumstances. Why would you choose now to not do one?

“She wouldn’t if she weren’t in the right head space…” 

Shuri’s words went by unheard by the girl in the iron suit. 

“Griot, how long we got before the Fighter makes contact with land?”

“About 30 more seconds, Princess Riri.”

“Shuri, baby, what’s your ETA?”

She glanced down at her controls, the display showing she wasn’t as close to you as she wanted to be. “I-I’m going as fast as I can.”

“I got her then, baby.” Mach 5 suddenly didn’t feel fast enough to Riri. She willed her suit to go just a bit faster.

“Ri, what if we don’t get there in time?” The Queen voiced her fears aloud. 

“Ain’t no what if, cuz we will. Where she landing, Griot?”

“Over the hillside, in the Border Tribe.”

“Ight, I’m making my way. Imma get our girl, Shuri.”

“Riri, I said some things-”

“It don’t matter right now.”

“I-I called her a bitch-”

“Shuri-”

“I told her to get the hell out-”

The panic Riri was trying so hard to keep down rose suddenly and unexpectedly. She stumbled in her suit, slowing down dramatically. A frustrated sigh came from her parted lips. The effort to get back up to Mach 5 was going to waste precious seconds.

“Griot, disconnect me from Shuri.”

“Wait, Riri! What?”

“I’m sorry, ma. I’m trying to save her. I’m going to save her, but I can’t do it with you in my ear like this.”

Once Shuri’s voice no longer surrounded Riri, she took a deep breath in the silence. ”Griot, can you connect me to y/n?”

“All communication to Fighter 009 is dead, however, I will attempt to get you through via her kimoyo beads.”

Griot cut out and static filled Riri’s suit, engulfing her in fuzzy nothingness. 

“Y/n? Y/n, baby, can you hear me?”

Your whispered whimpers were faint. “R-Riri?”

It broke Riri’s heart to hear her name spoken so weakly. 

“I’m here. I’m here, baby. I’m coming to get you.” 

“I’m coming too, sithandwa sam.”

“Shuri? I thought I hung up on you.” Riri prepared herself to do so again.

“Griot is my AI. He does what I tell him.”

“Y-you seem to expect e-everyone to do w-what you tell t-them,” you retorted with tearful gasps.

“Not now, my love. Better yet, not ever. It was a petty argument and I apologize from the depths of my heart-”

The very AI she created cuts her off. “Your Majesties, Y/n’s oxygen levels have dropped to 86%. I estimate fifteen seconds before impact.”

“Shit,” Riri cursed under her breath, though it doesn’t go unheard by either girl. Your sobs grow, the uncontrollable sound hiccuping from deep within your belly. 

“M-my oxygen l-levels? W-why are m-my oxygen l-levels d-dropping?”

“You’re falling too fast…” Shuri was unable to hide the fear behind her words.

“I’m coming, baby.” Riri steadied her voice, feigning a confidence she didn’t currently have. “Thirteen seconds until I get to you. Can you count it with me?”

“Y-you want m-me to count d-down my d-death?”

“You not dying. I promise, I got you. Count with me.”

“Twelve,” You and Riri’s voices mix in unison, the cracking teariness in your vocal cords and hysteric rush in Riri’s drowning each other out.

“80%,” Griot calls out through the noise.

“I love you, y/n,” Shuri whispers, full of regret, begging Bast to save you himself.

“Eleven”

“71%”

“We got you, baby.”

“Ten”

“68%”

“Hold on, my love.”

“Nine” Your voice grows weaker, your steady words becoming broken gasps.

“55%”

“We won’t let you down.”

“Eight” Go faster, Riri begs herself. Just a bit faster.

“51%”

Shuri grows silent, focusing intently on reaching you.

“Seven”

“45%”

“Six” 

“39%”

“Five” Riri was now counting alone.

“30%”

“Four”

“25%”

“Three”

“17%”

“Two”

“0%”

Shuri’s dark figure drops onto the falling Fighter, hard. A claw-clad hand reaches out to rip the door off the well-built aircraft and a flash of red shoots past, in and out right before the Vibranium tech hits the ground, crushing and crumbling at impact.

“We got her! Shuri, we got her!” Riri’s cries were full of relief. Your unconscious body felt like nothing in her arms. 

“Y/n’s oxygen levels are 70% and climbing steadily.” Even Griot sounded at ease.

Shuri fell to the ground of the Royal Talon Fighter, exhaustion overtaking her in place of the stress that evaporated. Tears poured down her face and she held her head in her hands. “We got her.”

#quintessencewrites #shuriri #shuri x reader #queen shuri #riri williams x reader #riri x reader #riri #blackgirlmagic #black panther #blackpanther2 #blackpantherwakandaforever #riri angst #shuri angst #letitia wright shuri #dominique thorne riri williams

[v3nusxsky]

heya, i have a lil requesting regarding larissa weems x reader BUT before i say, i wanted to tell u i LOVE your work SO friggin much!! <3

anyway, i was wondering if maybe you could write about larissa and the reader just having cute lil moments throughout the day for example:

- holding hands through the halls/corridors

- larissa admiring the reader in general settings eg: whilst at the poe cup, when she’s giving her speech in jericho

- i think it would be really cute if there was a moment where they are just hugging and their foreheads meet?

- and maybe just a super passionate and intense smut scene followed by fluff??

i know this is all like super specific, sorry 😭

Hey darling, I’m so glad you love my work! I love that it is really touching some people’s hearts. It makes my day to hear how my writing makes people feel. And receiving your prompts makes my day.<3

Memories of us | fluff

*Authors note~ This prompt is just so adorable I couldn't help but run to write this it's so cute and I love the idea of it being flashback's maybe that's just me?*

Trigger warnings~ none ?

Prompt~see the ask^^^^

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Larissa had to go out of town for a conference, and you couldn't help but miss her terribly. You knew it was only a few days, yet you immediately noticed her absence in your daily routines. It's funny how she had quite literally invaded every corner of your brain. There was always something reminding you of the women. You noticed how not seeing her was impacting your mood. The first day you tried to busy yourself in work. Which worked until there was no more work to do. Which is how you ended up on the second night, in her office with a glass of her wine and her blanket draped over your shoulders as you watched the flames complete their game of chase. The flames twisting and flickering away from the other seemed to put you in a trance, you allowed your mind to take you to your happy place. Her.

The first thought was purely a need. You missed how whenever you and Larissa were walking around the school she would tightly intwine her long slender fingers with yours. You would walk the halls hand in hand, the pad of her thumb stroking over the top of your hands to provide comfort that would ease your anxiety. The halls could be crowded and overwhelmingly noisy, all things she knew made you incredibly anxious. Seeing as your main love language was physical touch, yet it wasn't quite appropriate for the headmistress to be all over another teacher, she always found the most intimate yet discreet ways to comfort you. When you would reach your destination she would bring your hand to her lips and kiss it gently before whispering an I love you. It was routine. A daily occurrence. And one you missed dearly, walking the halls the past two days had been overwhelming and you longed to have your protective love back, guiding you through the crowds.

You then thought of how she handled her job so impressively well, anytime you got the chance you would admire her in action. Your favourites were events in the public eye, the Poe cup and even Outreach day, all presented opportunities for you to admire the women from the crowd. You loved how she would clasp her hands together in front of her body as she patiently waited for her turn to talk. And when she spoke you loved how her eyes would sparkle with pure emotions. She truly loved her job and the children at Nevermore, in fact she showed that love and care on a daily basis but there was just something about how she adored showing just how proud she was of each and everyone of them to anyone who will listen. Such a kind heart.

On days like today, where everything was just too much, you adored the quite time you got with her after the school day had ended. The times where you would either find purchase on the sofa and read as she worked on sending important emails before joining you, or the days you'd retire to be earlier just to cuddle. Either scenario would involve a glass of red wine and each others company. The very thing you both craved all the time. If you could you'd allow her to wrap you in her arms and never let go. In these moments one of you would move to kiss the other, desperate to show your love and feel their lips on yours once more. It was frustrating during school hours, she would look utterly kissable and you couldn't do anything about it. The pair of you would only pull back when breathing became necessary. Not wanting to leave the blissful bubble you had created you kept your eyes closed, foreheads resting on each others as your lips turned up into a smile and your hands desperately clawing at each other to keep the other as close as humanly possible.

And those nights where you both would engage in the most delicious form of distressing yourself from the hard day or simply spending hours worshiping each other's beautiful bodies. Your normal role of the submissive and hers of the donme were forgotten on these nights. Nights where you would bring each other to pleasure  as you continued to worship them. And at the end of the night you'd be begging for a break, content to snuggle into her arms and sleep the night away. But not before a bath was drawn for the pair of you, Larissa slipping in first and guiding you to lay your exhausted body back on hers. Here she would lovingly wash your body in your favourite bath soap before helping you out of the bath and dressing into comfy sleep wear. Only then would she quickly rush through her nightly routines, eager to have you back in her arms. Once you were both settled her hand would find its way to your back to rub slow soothing circles on, whispering words of praise and love to you, watching as you drifted off to a peaceful slumber knowing you were safe in her arms.

Yeah it was safe to say you missed everything about the women. No one could ever compare to her grace and beauty, but also you could never move from one and another as fiercely as much as you loved Larissa Weems. But it was just two more days before she was home with you. You could do that. Worth every second when you get to see,touch,hear and feel her presence. Just two more days.

Word count~ 1090

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