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julesthequirky · 2 months

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The Choice: Chapter Twelve

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy/Ben.

Warnings: Language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour, smidge of angst,

W/C: 1,623

You closed the bedroom door as quietly as you could. It clicked softly. Ben’s form shifted, duvet rustling.

“Where’d you go?”

His voice rasped, full of sleep.

“Restroom.”

He grunted.

You pulled one side of the sheets back and slipped into bed. Ben didn’t wait for you to get comfy. His heavy arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He slipped his hand under your pyjama top, seeking skin, fingers splaying across the side of your body. He nuzzled your hair, beard lightly scraping across your scalp, lips moving as he murmured by your ear.

“Preferred it before you changed.”

You felt his lips spread into a smile before kissing you and settling back down.

You didn’t reciprocate. Just laid there, facing the ceiling, a million thoughts running around in your head.

He had the potential to impregnate you. Possibly more than any other male on the damn planet. You sure as Hell weren’t dumb enough to think he wanted more. No, it was just a bit of fun. And for you? You were already attached but weren’t dumb enough to believe he’d fall for you.

“We forgot to use a condom.”

Ben hmmed into your hair.

“So?”

He didn’t care.

How could you explain it? The differences between you both. He wouldn’t understand.

“It’s kinda a big deal…”

Ben huffed. He had been happy. Content, even. Now, he was annoyed. And that was down to you.

“Didn’t hear you complainin’ bout it earlier.”

No. You hadn’t, had you.

“ ’sides, thought you wanted to get knocked up anyway.”

It wasn’t like that. Yeah, you wanted a baby. But you wanted more.

“I want a family.”

He scoffed.

“Family fucks you up.”

His words left you feeling deflated. Empty. Alone. Hell, it wasn’t like you were proposing to him or even telling him you wanted to be with him. Then why did it feel like a rejection? Did you want him? To be with him?

Don’t be absurd.

But he was right. Family did fuck you up. You could attest to that. Just look at the fraught relationship you had with your mother. But you wanted to be better. You wanted to create happy memories with a husband and a kid.

“Go to sleep, sweetcheeks.”

Yeah. You should. But the thought of getting pregnant occupied your mind.

Ben said he was on the way to Vought Tower when he suddenly appeared at your home. And in Walmart he’d already mentioned Homelander being his kid. Both Homelander and Ryan were born biologically as Supes, not injected like the rest. It meant that if you did get pregnant, the kid would be the first Supe to enter the real world.

Fear slammed into you, taking the breath from your chest. You’d be all alone, with no idea how to raise a child with powers. How would you explain it to authority figures? Would they take the child away? A child you’d so desperately wanted. Gone. And probably used as a weapon by the government. No, you’d have to keep the child a secret.

When you managed to sleep, dreams of Ben’s kid coming into his powers and destroying the house, the town, and you plagued you all night.

You jerked awake after a particularly nasty dream where Ben’s kid erupted in a ball of flames in your arms. Cold sweat covered you, strands of hair stuck to your forehead, and your mouth felt like you’d eaten cotton balls.

The warm, calloused hand on your breast pulled you from your reverie.

“You kick. Whatcha dreamin’ bout?”

Yeah, you’d woken up a few times that night. You didn’t answer him. Couldn’t. You were unsure what to tell him. Guilt settled in your chest as Ben nuzzled closer. He was feeling extremely touchy-feely after last night. But you weren’t. Because if you weren’t careful, he would end up between your legs again.

Regretfully, you pushed his hand off your breast. The cool morning air caused your skin to break out in goosebumps. You missed the warmth of his touch on your skin as you moved away.

He huffed. “What’s gotcha ass so wound up?”

“Just tired.” Was your monotone response.

It wasn’t a lie. You were tired. But dear God, you couldn’t cope with another one of those dreams.

“Was hopin’ for some mornin’ nookie.”

His fingers slipped over your thigh, seeking the apex.

“ ’m not in the mood.”

Ben shrugged and removed his hand. “Suit yaself.”

Behind you, the sheet rustled, and you felt the mattress lift.

“I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but I’ve been nothing but a gentleman.”

You turned, ready to remedy the situation. Ben stood gloriously naked, sporting a semi. He looked like a Greek god, sculpted to perfection.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m freaking out.”

Ben walked around the bed, moving to the built-in wardrobe.

“About what?”

You stayed silent for a beat. You stared down at your fingernails.

“What if I get pregnant?” It came out in a whisper.

Ben sighed. You looked back up and watched as he stepped into underwear, pulling them up his legs and tucking himself away.

“Then you deal with it.”

“I don’t know anything about raising a Supe.”

Ben turned to you, lifting an undershirt on.

”Who said you’d be on your own.”

Your brows furrowed, then. “You would stay if I did?”

“I’m saying I’d do the right thing. I wouldn’t let you drown.”

He kicked yesterday’s sweatpants back on and left you to ponder his words as he headed into the bathroom.

Downstairs, Beau and Dean were clucking away like hens in the kitchen. Your name cropped up on more than one occasion.

“You talking about me.”

Ben had decided to shower while in the bathroom, so instead of sitting there, you decided to grab a coffee and at least try to wake up.

Beau passed you a fresh steaming mug.

“Just natural concern is all.”

“You need to be careful—”

You eased yourself into a seat and held up a hand to Dean. You took your first sip of coffee and savoured the fresh taste. Fuck. There was no way you could go back to shitty instant. Dean had ruined you.

“Y/N.”

God. You didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Can I please have some peace for five minutes? Is that too hard to ask for?”

“He’s gonna break your heart, and you’re too dumb to realise that.”

You turned to him, mouth falling open, offended. And hurt. It felt like a punch to the gut.

“Woah, okay. Dean’s just looking out for you. We both are.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Ain’t no one calling you one, darlin’,” Beau reassured. “We were just discussing if Ben’s intentions were the same as yours.”

Intentions? What the Hell was this? Some kind of weird intervention?

You scrubbed a hand down your face. It was far too early to be doing this.

“I don’t know what last night was. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. I’m not stupid, okay. I know that it’s not anything to him. Just a bit of fun.”

Dean stood, leaning against a counter with his arms crossed over his chest. He quirked his brows at it being a bit of fun, and for some reason, you felt your neck and cheeks flame from embarrassment.

You gulped down some coffee, scalding your throat. Both Dean and Beau were quiet. Water dripped from the tap, and your stomach gurgled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

“Maybe…maybe…and It’s a crazy thought. Maybe you shouldn’t sleep beside Ben.”

You blinked in surprise. Excuse me? What? Had you heard that right?

“You picked straws. Ben pulled the shortest. You know that.”

“Yes. I know that. I’m just lookin’ out for ya. And I know Beau agrees with me.”

You looked from Dean to Beau. He opened his mouth, looked at Dean, and then back at you.

“We’re concerned, that’s all. He ain’t a good guy, and what Dean’s proposing is not a bad idea. We’re lookin’ out fer ya.”

You couldn’t believe it.

“Your noses ain’t so clean either. You thought it was funny to take the piss outta Ben in the store. And you’ve left him out of whatever bromance this has become. You guys are the mean guys here. At least Ben’s just being himself.”

You didn’t want to hear any more. You pushed back the chair and left the kitchen with your coffee mug before they could say something else.

You hoped Ben was out of the shower. Hell, at this point, you were thinking of getting back at them by indulging Ben with some morning nookie, as he put it. But you knew you’d just feel guilty after, and you didn’t want to use Ben to get back at Dean and Beau.

You stormed into your room and plonked your mug on the dresser. Ben stood in the middle of the room, drying himself, smirking and shaking his head.

“What?”

“He likes you. Why’d you think he’s ridin’ yer ass so hard? Sweetcheeks, he prolly heard me fucking you so hard. And d’ya wanna know something? I bet it turned him on something real good. Hearing your screams. I bet he jerked himself off. I would’ve.”

You blinked.

“Stop being so crude.”

You barged into the ensuite, leaving Ben to chuckle to himself.

But Ben had got to you. Images of Dean flashed inside your mind. Images of him sitting in bed, head leant back, eyes closed, with his hand wrapped around his cock, fist surging up and down. Heat washed down your body, along with the familiar prickling of arousal. And you wondered. Were they the same size?

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wintaerbaer · 5 months

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things we don't say: part 5.5 (interlude) (kth) (m)

banner credit: @itaeewon

summary: Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

pairing: Taehyung x Reader (with some VERY brief Seokjin x Reader and Yoongi x Reader)

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

genres: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slooooow burn, angst, fluff

word count: 2.1k

chapter warnings: maya and jk are fighting again :( , and also SMUT in the form of: lots of kissing, light/brief breastplay, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), missionary, creampie, a throwback to part 2, they’re so vanilla but it suits them

a/n: a huge thank you to @btsborahaee for beta-ing on extremely short notice! you’re the best! and an extra thank you, too, to everyone who has shown this series love. it truly means the world <3

listening rec: pieces by andrew belle

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The night is beginning to wind down, thick summer air turning cool and the noise from inside the venue softening with every passing moment. It’s peaceful—the kind of pleasant exhaustion that marks the end of a big day. Jungkook stretches out at the patio table, resting his hands behind his head. As much as he enjoys a party—loves the pounding of music and the press of bodies—he has to admit that this is pretty nice too, the ease that comes with good company and a more intimate setting.

It also helps that Maya and Mingyu have rejoined the group, settling his imagination, which had been running rampant while they were gone.

“Tae and Y/N haven’t come back this way, have they?” Jimin wonders, peering around as if he thinks that saying your names will cause you to appear.

“I haven’t seen them since dinner,” Maya says.

Joshua shifts in his seat, tilting his head out of curiosity. “What’s their deal anyway?”

It’s like a collective sigh passes through half the table. A heavy breath that’s half amusement, half exasperation. “You noticed?” Jimin asks with a smirk.

Wonwoo coughs out a laugh—a loud bark that draws all eyes to him.

He clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. “Nothing. Sorry.”

“He’s in love with her,” Maya says, ever-direct. “Has been for as long as I’ve known them. Probably longer. But he’s too afraid to make a move.”

Mingyu sighs in understanding at her side. “Ahh, been there.”

“You have?”

He turns his head and regards her warily, like he didn’t quite mean to say that and he’s just remembered that he’s in the presence of a relative stranger. “Uh, yeah. With one of my friends in high school.”

“What happened?”

He hesitates, picking through his words carefully. “I spent freshman year of college gathering up the courage to tell her how I felt once we were both home for summer break.” A shrug flows down his back. “She rejected me.”

“Aw, Mingyu, I’m sorry,” Maya coos, and the enamored look on her face makes Jungkook nauseous.

“It’s fine. I moved on,” Mingyu says (A shame, Jungkook thinks). “But I can understand your friend’s predicament. Maybe it will work out for him though.”

A rush of boldness floods Jungkook’s veins, and he leans forward, looking deliberately at Maya. “It could definitely work out for him,” he insists, “because Y/N has been hurt in the past, and Tae understands that. He wants her to know that things could be different, but she just needs to let him in. That’s the problem.”

Maya’s eyes flash, clearly catching the double entendre of what he’s saying. “The problem,” she spits, “is that people have a pattern. And Tae’s pattern is that he’s far too scared to take a risk. Abandonment issues run deep, but some people don’t understand and respect that.”

“I und—“

“Tae has his reasons,” Jimin jumps in, defending his friend. “He just needs time.”

Maya snorts, and Jungkook can tell he’s hit a nerve as she continues her rant, the rest of the group quietly looking on in a mix of unease or confusion. “Time? Give me a break. He’s had almost twenty years worth of time.” She crosses her arms as she rolls her eyes to the heavens, scoffing a laugh of defeat. “Honestly? If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that people don’t change. People who sleep around will continue to sleep around.” She pierces Jungkook with a look he feels in the marrow of his bones. “And guys like Tae will always have a reason to be afraid.”

Her head shakes, and Jungkook thinks she might be holding back tears.

“At this rate, we’ll all be dead before he makes a move.”

Taehyung’s mouth is relentless.

From the moment you lean forward, his lips chase yours—desperately seeking—and barely even give you the time and space to breathe. Like he no longer sees use for oxygen.

If someone had asked you a week ago what you thought kissing Taehyung would be like, you would've said careful and calculated, just like he usually is during the day-to-day. But instead, you're getting all fire and a hunger you didn't know he was capable of—urgency in the rough pace of his mouth and the frantic ministrations of his hands digging into the nape of your neck, angling you towards him.

For what it's worth, you meet him beat for beat, nipping at his lower lip, sliding your tongue against his, and tangling your fingers into the thick mane of his hair. A groan emanates from someone's throat—you're not even sure whose—and suddenly, he's gripping you around the waist to drag you across his lap with a growl until you're straddling his hips, crowding him against the headboard as he clutches you to him tightly.

You press closer, closer, closer, crushing your lips together for a bruising kiss and savoring the feel of his arms banded across your back, and the only thing you can think is that you can’t believe you didn’t do this sooner. He’s heaven incarnate, the taste of him ambrosia and nectar, and you can’t get enough.

It’s not enough.

You finally pull away for air, and his lips, still seeking skin, trace a path across your jawline and down the column of your neck as your fingers find their way to the buttons on his shirt. You’re frenzied, fumbling as you undo them one-by-one and let out a gasp of relief as the fabric falls open and allows you access to the warm skin underneath. You greedily run your hands over his chest and stomach, desperate for more, more, more, and he responds in kind, slipping his own palms under the cotton of your pajamas as he continues to nibble at your neck and groaning when he finds you bra-less.

Warm palms cup your breasts, thumbs brushing lightly over perked nipples, and you move to push his shirt down his shoulders, immediately leaning in to bite and suck at the protrusion of his collarbone.

His head falls back against the headboard, and for the first time since you kissed him, he rasps out, “Y/N, my God.”

It sets your blood on fire, the guttural, fucked-out sound of his voice. But you miss the feel of his lips. “Don’t stop,” you murmur, stripping yourself of your own top and diving forward to kiss him again.

He moans once more, the vibrations dancing along your tongue, and the thought repeats that you should’ve been kissing this man every damn day. Should’ve been embracing him at every chance like your life depended on it.

From here on out, you think it just might.

You trail your hands down his torso, and he bucks his hips underneath you, drawing your attention to the hardness pressed against your pelvis.

“Tae,” you gasp, breaking away, and he takes the opportunity to arch his back and pull a nipple into his mouth. “Taehyung.”

But he’s not listening, purely focused on the mounds of your breasts, and so you take it upon yourself to torque your body, flipping the two of you until you’re on your back, and his weight is digging you into the mattress.

The change in position causes a temporary slow in movement, affording you new skin to explore as you roam the expanse of his back, Taehyung’s fingers reverently tracing the lines of your ribcage. It’s not long, however, before your motions ramp back up as you work to shimmy off your pants and clumsily free him of his own.

Finally bare to him, you slow down for real this time as his own touches become tentative, the warm air of the hotel room on his skin seeming to sober him up a fraction. He pauses with a hand on your hip, his other arm braced at the side of your head, not seeming to know what to do next.

Bold and eager—yet sure of your next move—you wrap your fingers around the smooth length of him, relishing the sharp intake of breath you feel at your ear.

“Need you,” you whisper. “Need you, Tae.”

He hesitates only a second longer before his fingers are dipping down between your legs, the two of you sighing in sync at the feeling. You line him up, raising your head to brush a gentle kiss to his mouth, trying to transmit confidence as you fold your legs around his waist.

A stoppage in time as he bumps his nose against yours. Flutters soft breath across your cheeks.

And then he pushes in.

Your lungs cease to function, every cell in your body focused on that single point of connection. You're whole. Full. Complete. Amazed at the ease with which you fit together—two puzzle pieces finding their match. And Taehyung is certainly not unaffected himself as he pulls back to look at you, emotion swimming in his gaze.

“Y/N,” he whispers. His forehead drops to yours, his lips still ghosting your skin. And it could be a trick of the light, a haze brought on by the hormones currently coursing through your body, but his eyes look wet. “My angel.”

He kisses you then, slow and deep, taking his time as you both adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. You've never felt this comfortable with anyone before, never trusted someone so fully to see you at your most intimate and vulnerable. And he may have called you an angel, but with him above you like this—hovering, ethereal, and burning against you—you think it might actually be him who's heaven-sent. Your beautiful, beautiful man.

His hand charts a course up your body, guiding your arm upwards until it's resting by your head and he can lace your fingers together with a sigh. One more press of his mouth to yours, a gentle nip at your ear, and then he pulls his hips back—only to gradually ease back in centimeter by centimeter.

The process repeats, the pace slow but not lazy, deliberate intent behind every controlled thrust of his hips. It drives you crazy—the unhurried drag of him, the way he's allowing both of you to savor every nerve and inch of flesh until nothing is taken for granted. Your free hand maps his back, legs wrapping around him even more tightly, and he hitches your thigh to his waist so he can push deeper.

Stars circle through your vision, every sense overwhelmed by him: the press of his hips, the scattered kisses across your neck, the symphony of your mewls and his moans.

It's perfect—he's perfect—and before you even realize it, you're riding the edge of your high, entire body tensing in anticipation.

He notices, dropping his hand low again to rub at your clit and turning the stars you're seeing into constellations.

“Let go. I've got you, baby,” he murmurs. “I've got you.”

It's the low timbre of his voice that ultimately does it, and you fall apart, trembling so forcefully that he releases your hand to wrap his arms around your torso, locking the two of you together. He rides it out with you until he tips over the edge himself, spilling inside with a rumble in his chest like thunder.

One, two, three breaths in.

And it’s over.

Everything stills, the two of you a heaping pile of sweaty skin and heaving chests. And while your head is mostly empty, wiped clean by the experience you just shared with him—perhaps, now, the most important thing you've ever shared with him—a single fact of your new reality persists.

You want him. You need him.

You love him.

He pulls out with a groan and rolls off you, tugging you into his side. You know you should head to the bathroom, should clean up, but the emotional and physical exhaustion and the lure of his skin has you cuddling at his chest.

As your eyelids droop, the promise of sleep looming, he mumbles something, the words blending together in a tangle. You lift your head, heart jolting at the sight of his blissed out face.

“What?”

But he's already fallen asleep, tiny puffs of air slipping through his lips.

You think about nudging him back awake, think about asking him what he just said, where this leaves you, what you’re feeling yourself. But you decide against it, the expression on his face too peaceful to disturb.

It’s been seventeen years leading to this moment, right?

What’s one more day?

a/n: they finally got there :) but there's still a lot of story left! pls consider liking, reblogging, leaving a comment, or sending an ask in the meantime!

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.

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bertinworms · 1 year

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Late Night Talking

Pairings: Tangerine x gn!Reader

Tags/Warnings: language & cussing, reader is sad/going through it, comfort, angst ig, lmk if anything was missed!!!

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: You had been having a hard time recently and it all hits a wall when Tangerine comes home early in a bad mood and accidentally scares you. You end up sobbing in his arms.

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Most people you knew assumed that in your relationship, you were the one who kept both of you down to earth, and most of the time that was true.

You and Tangerine had been together for a while which meant that you had been present for multiple Tangerine tantrums, as you and Lemon liked to jokingly call them. Sometimes the boys would have a job go wrong and Tan would come home upset, steam practically coming out of his ears, rambling about what could have gone better and why. Sometimes Tangerine would come home from a particularly scary job, like the job in Kyoto that he refused to tell you anything about, and practically go mute - shut off the world, and take a break from everything. Whatever he needed to do to decompress — but he never, ever aimed any of it at you. His anger or frustration was shared, but he always made sure that you understood he was not upset with you, he’d just had a rough job that go around.

Tangerine’s many moods and how he processed his job never bothered you. The man had a pretty tough job and whatever way he chose to process that job was up to him. Plus you enjoyed taking care of him – when he let you. It seemed that he took care of you in every other aspect of life. The man paid for anything and everything you wanted or looked at, so being there for him made you feel important. It had taken him a while to get used to the constant reassurance, trust and love from you, but he now greatly accepted it.

You on the other hand were still having a hard time letting Tangerine be there for you emotionally. Being vulnerable was not one of your strong suites.

Tangerine’s jobs usually took him away from you for long periods, and usually took a lot out of him. So whenever Tan was home, you didn’t want to bother him with what was going on in your mundane life. You felt like your worst days would probably be a wonderful one compared to some of his bad days. So when Tan was home, and even when he was on a job, you didn’t usually tell him the full truth of how you were doing or how your day went. You would conveniently leave out the part where you accidentally dropped your keys into the garbage somehow, or how you dropped your phone in a muddy puddle, or how the day had been an extremely overstimulating one for whatever reason. You usually could step away for a second, take a breather, and you were back to being fine. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you just needed to push it down and enjoy the time you had now with Tan before he went away again for gods know how long.

Sometimes when Tangerine was on a trip, you would come home and have a good cry for a solid ten minutes and then get on with making dinner or any other chore needing to be done. And today was no different.

This March had felt like the longest month you had ever lived through. So many little things kept going wrong. Every day seemed to be a little bit worse. And you hadn’t seen Tangerine in exactly fifteen days. You had woken up late that morning because your phone apparently hadn’t charged the night before, then you couldn’t find your keys, you had spilled coffee on yourself right before walking into work, you had a coworker who had made a rude comment to you, your boss had reprimanded you for something that wasn’t your fault, and to top it off on your way home someone had rear ended your car, sending you to the hospital to be checked out where you had sat in a room for three hours, alone, waiting to be discharged.

You just wanted to go home, crawl into bed and disappear. The regular day had been a horrible one anyways and sitting in a cold, scary hospital room alone where you had been examined and poked about fifteen thousand times did not help. You also hadn’t heard from your partner in almost a full 48 hours. Your anxiety was now through the roof. You were tired. You were sore. You were sad. You wanted to go to bed.

You unlock the front door and step into the dark and quiet place that belonged to you and Tangerine. You quickly slip off your shoes by the front door and head towards the kitchen where you set your keys and phone down on the island counter.

You tap your phone screen – 8:43PM and no notifications. You take a deep breath in, and let out a sigh as you rub your eyes, willing the headache of the day to go away. It didn’t work.

‘Maybe some water and a snack would help,’ you think to yourself as you head towards the refrigerator. You quickly grab some water and a snack and grab your phone before making your way to the living room where you slumped onto the couch. While eating your snack, the thought of Tangerine can’t help but come to your mind.

You pick your phone off of the couch cushion, unlocking it and going to your last text thread from Tangerine.

Tangerine had texted you the morning before, a simple, ‘Good morning, love. Thinking of you, hoping to be home in the next few days. X’

When you had woken up to the text, it had made you smile. But now that it had been two days of no responses from him or Lemon, it felt more like a taunt. You were used to Tangerine being very hit or miss when it came to communication while he was on the job – it was for safety. But with this being one of the longest jobs he and Lemon had ever been on, it made you nervous. So you read back over your texts.

7:03AM: morning tan – hope you and lem are keeping each other safe! im ready for you to be home safe again ♡

1:43PM: a package was delivered for you. im not sure if its a new suit, work stuff or something else so im leaving it in the garage for when your home lol

9:42PM: im headed to bed, but wanted to let you know im just thinking about you. i love you and hope youre safe wherever you boys are at. get home soon ♡

11:32AM: missing you extra today, as cheesy as that sounds. hope you arent getting yourself into too much trouble

You roll your eyes at the last text you had sent. That was a little too cheesy even for your taste, let alone Tangerine’s.

You start typing out a message to Tangerine. Thinking about telling him a little about your day, or even just telling him you missed him and loved him and couldn’t wait to just see him face-to-face again. But you erase the half written message, worrying that he might get annoyed by your abundance of needy texts that didn’t really have a need to be sent.

You let out another sigh as you turn your phone off, setting it on the coffee table in front of you along with the trash of your snack. You grab the throw blanket laying across the back of the couch and slump further down the couch until you’re laying down with your head supported by the arm rest. You absentmindedly look out the window next to you.

You were glad you had left the lights off in the flat. The lights of the city outside the window allowed for a soft glow to seep into the room. Without the lights on you were able to see the quiet street and watch the people of the night go about their business. You wanted some sort of distraction, but the thought of scrolling on your phone or turning the television on seemed like it would make the headache you had even worse. It also allowed for your brain to wander gently between thoughts.

You wonder where the people on the street below are going.

You wonder where they’re coming from.

You wonder where Tangerine and Lemon are.

You wonder if they were safe, if something bad had happened.

And before you realized it, your eyes had grown heavy and you had dozed off.

You jolted as you were rudely awoken by the refrigerator door shutting harshly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you realized you weren’t in the place alone. You didn’t move at first as you opened your eyes to see who was there. You could make out the silhouette of a man standing in the kitchen, illuminated by a small amount of light coming in through the window from the street lights. Tangerine hadn’t called or texted you before you had fallen asleep so you weren’t sure if it was him. You were hoping it was him, if it wasn’t you didn’t know what you would do.

“Tan?” you half whispered.

“Yeah.” He says dryly. You watched as he turns towards your voice and flips on the light above the kitchen island. You blink a few times to adjust to the bright light and give him a look over.

He looks tired, or maybe annoyed? You couldn’t really place the emotion, but it wasn’t a positive one. You notice his suit jacket is laid over the back of one of the barstools with his suitcase propped up against it. You look from the jacket, back to him and notice a few bruises and small cuts that range from his face to the exposed upper chest sticking out from a slightly unbuttoned undershirt.

You watch as Tangerine quietly moves around the kitchen gathering a variety of things to make some sort of meal. His movements are sharp and more than once he lets a cabinet shut a little roughly.

You clear your throat as you readjust how you’re sitting so you can see Tangerine better. “I didn’t realize you’d be back home tonight. How did the job go?”

He looks up at you with half a sandwich on the way to his mouth. “D’rather not talk ‘bout it, love.” He quickly says before taking the last bite of his dinner.

You watch as he puts his dishes in the sink and washes his hands. You watch as he dries them off and then places his hands on either side of the sink, almost bracing himself. You could tell something was stuck on his mind as he takes a breath in and closed his eyes.

You begin to play with the blanket laid over you out of nerves, avoiding looking at him. You couldn’t read Tangerine’s mood and you worried something serious had happened.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you got in? You scared me when y–”

You were cut off by Tangerine.

“Wouldn’t have to be concerned about who had gotten in if ya’d keep the front door locked, would ya now?” He snaps, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head at you. He hadn’t raised his voice, but the look on his face shares the irritation he has.

The tone in his voice had taken you by surprise and had caused you to stop fidgeting with the blanket and look up at him. Tangerine wasn’t prone to snapping at you out of nowhere like he just had. Even after a particularly bad job, he usually was able to keep his aggravation not geared towards you.

“Excuse me?” You question him, your voice faltering as you look at him. His face was tense. You couldn’t pin if he was truly irritated with you or if he was taking out his last fifteen days on you.

“Ya left the fuckin’ front door unlocked. Again, love.” He readjusts his stance and stands up straight, with his arms crossed. You let out a small sorry, but either he doesn’t hear it or doesn’t care as he continues on.

“I’ve told ya so many times, ya got ta keep it locked.” He drags a hand down his face, and rubs his chin. “Do you know how dangerous it could be? What happens if some prick comes lookin’ for me? When me and Lemon aren’t here, you’ve got–”

This time you cut him off. “Tan, I apologized. It was a fucking accident. Okay?”

You couldn’t even remember if you had or hadn’t locked the fucking door when you got home. All you remember is wanting to just be inside and hidden from the day. And you start to tear up just thinking about the last few weeks you had had.

“Accident or– if someone – it is dangerous, darling. Do you know–” he cuts himself off as he looks directly at you. At this point tears are streaming down your face and you’re wiping them off of your cheeks.

“Tangerine. Please. For the love of god. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to leave the god damned fuckin’ door unlocked. I don’t even remember– I–”

It becomes harder to speak the more you talk. You hadn’t meant to just break down. But the combination of the last few weeks, being startled awake and the tone of Tangerine, you just couldn’t not let it all out.

You rub your face with both your hands as you take a shaky breath in and look up towards Tangerine. You realize he had made his way across the distance from the kitchen island to the coffee table as he stood a few feet away from you. The features of his face had softened, he had a look of sadness on his face.

“I know you’re afraid when you leave me someone will show up, it was an accident. I’m fine now. Okay? Just let up, Tan.” You can’t even try to stop the tears now.

“Love, m’sorry.” he sits down at the edge of the couch, “I just worry. So, so much when I’m not ‘ere. Especially when I’m gone so fuckin’ long. ‘Didn’t mean to snap, it was just a shit job. M’sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, my love.”

“It wasn’t just you, Tan. Its… It’s just been such a day. It’s been such a month.” You sniffle and wipe another tear off of your face. You take a deep, shaky breath. “I’ve really missed you.”

“Oh, darlin’. I’ve missed you as well, more than I’d probably like to admit. How about a hug? Is ‘t okay if I get closer?” He asks, setting a hand close to your crossed legs on the couch.

You sniffle and nod your head.

At this point Tangerine readjusts himself to where he is fully sitting on the couch. He pulls you into him and holds you tightly, wrapping one of his arms around your head and pulling it to the crook of his neck. He kisses your head as you further break down.

“I’m so sorry. You just got home and I don’t mean to be like this. I just, I had such a bad day and then you scared me waking me up like that and you’re upset with me, I know it’s scary when you leave and you can’t be here making sure I’m safe. I know you just got back and you were gone for so long and–” you wrap your arms around his waist and begin to cry harder.

You hadn’t meant to upset him in the first place. You knew he always worried about you, and you felt even worse that you were sobbing into his chest, making him worry even more.

“Tangerine, I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to–”

You're cut off by Tangerine hugging you a little closer.

“Love, it’s okay. M’not upset with you, I was just being a right fuckin’ asshole, yeah? I didn’t really mean what I said. You’ll always be safe as long as M’here. Wha’s happened? Wha’s wrong?” Tangerine says while he starts to gently run a hand over your hair.

“One thing just hasn’t happened, it’s just been so many little things. And you’ve been so busy with work. Tan I’ve missed you. And I didn’t mean to make you mad as soon as you got home. I hadn’t even realized I didn’t lock the door.” You say, squeezing your arms around him even tighter. If you could be any closer to the man, you would be, but you don’t think it’s physically possible.

You take a deep breath again with a sniffle, gaining more composure before starting again.

“I just got home tonight and I just wanted to go to bed, Tan. I barely even remember what all I did when I got home. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to have to worry or to be mad at me.” You sniffle once more and bring a hand up to wipe your eyes.

“Darlin’, I promise I’m not upset with you.” Tangerine says petting your head again and kissing your temple.

“But you’re tone. Tan, you’ve never spoken to me like that. You were mean, you sounded mad.” You sniffle again. God. You needed a tissue, but you weren’t going to risk moving out of Tangerine’s arms. You didn’t think you could bear to look him in the eyes, even if you had stopped sobbing.

“M’sorry, ya know I’ve been with Lemon for the last few weeks and I’ve been dealing with right arseholes. It just slipped, yeah? It isn’t right of me, but it just happened. I promise I’m not upset with you or even mad at you – I could never be mad at you, love.”

He lets out a sigh before pulling back from you for a second, adjusting you both in a way where he can look into your eyes. He wipes away some of the left over tears on your face

“I promise I am not mad at you. And I promise I won’t bring my work tone back home to you.” He says, making sure to emphasize each word a little slower than he usually would.

Your eyes trail over his face, looking at the bruises that scatter his body closer than you previously could. “Okay,” you say quietly, realizing just how tired you were and you could imagine Tangerine felt the same.

“What can I do to make it up to you? What can I do to make up for the last sixteen days?” He holds your face in his hands softly, rubbing a thumb over your cheek. You let out a yawn, followed by a soft smile.

“You don’t have to do anything, Tan. It’s okay, really.” You bring your hands up and place them over his. “Let’s just go to bed, yeah? We can make up for the last few weeks after some sleep. I know you’ve got to be tired – not to be rude, but you look like hell.”

Tangerine lefts out a soft chuckle, and you smile once more. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, and then your lips.

“Let’s put you to bed then. But I’ve got to shower before bed, love.” He helps untangle you from the throw blanket you were previously wrapped in and then stands himself. You walk to the barstool in the kitchen grabbing the handle of his suitcase as he grabs his suit jacket, and you both head towards the bedroom.

“Well I’m glad you made that decision by yourself. I wasn’t going to say anything, but you do smell like work.” You say jokingly, scrunching your nose at him and letting out a small laugh.

Tangerine’s face breaks out in a grin before he throws his suit jacket towards the hamper and turns to you. You go to set his suitcase by his side of the bed when you’re suddenly blinded by Tangerine coming up from behind you and engulfing you in the shirt he was just wearing.

While your back was turned, Tangerine had unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and had now cocooned you in it. “Shoulda kept your mouth shut, love.” He laughs as you try to push him away from you.

You laugh as you turn around, now facing his chest. “Jesus, Tangerine– you smell so bad.” You duck down and out of his arms, falling back onto the bed before Tangerine tackles you flat onto the bed.

“It's the wonderful smell of a man who’s not showered in three days, dear.” He begins to shower you in kisses as you try to push him away between laughs.

“Tan, EW! Go make it zero again!” You laugh as he gives you a final, overdramatic kiss on your cheek as he gets off of you, throwing his shirt into his hamper before heading to the bathroom with a “Whatever you say, lovely.”

You smile to yourself as you wipe your face, attempting to wipe off the grime you felt from Tangerine’s attack.

While Tangerine quickly showers, you plug both of your phones into their chargers and set them on their respective bedside tables. You also change into your own night clothes before turning off the overhead light and crawling into the bed. A few seconds later Tangerine follows suit and you move closer to him.

“Better now, yeah?” He says, pulling the collar of his shirt out and offering it to you to smell.

You swat his shirt away before snaking an arm around his waist, and giving him a kiss on his jawline.

“Much better, thank you.”

You smile to yourself as you lay your head onto his chest, and Tangerine scoots closer to you letting his arm snake around your waist and pulling you tight to him as he gives your forehead a kiss. You had missed this, you had missed him.

You knew you and Tangerine would have a chat in the morning about how he was doing, and what had happened with you, and how much you had missed the other. Lemon would probably come around and would tell you about how much Tangerine whined about missing you the entire trip, which would cause a spat between the two. But for now, all you could think about was how at home you felt. How comfortable you were. How happy you were that your Tangerine was finally home, safe in your arms.

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A/N: i dont just absolutely love this piece, but i've been going through it and very much benefited off of writing this lmfao

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rubra-wav · 2 months

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Hi I have this super specific idea if you could maybe do headcanons for it

Charlie, Lilith and Lucifer met Lucifers ex wife which Lucifer left for Lilith and she has changed alot her personality has gone from a shy submissive woman to a more independent and emotionally stronger woman (if you could maybe add the ex wife's daughter and son that are also Lucifer's which he did now about) could you make it angst and platonic thank you

Charlie, Lucifer & Lilith x Lucifer's ex!reader : 'A Changed Soul'

A/N It got a bit vague with lore at points so I'm sorry if the gaps I filled in were really off (Thinking about Lucifer giving more kids daddy issues bro 💀🧍🏻‍♂️)

She's written as an angel who's gone to hell to look at the hotel for Sera after Pentious is redeemed/ the extermination.

Also yeah ofc this is my headcanons for how Lilith acts and whatnot, could be proved absolutely wrong in S2. Never in a million years thought I'd be writing Lilith directly 😭

Cw: SFW, angst, fem!reader, platonic

Charlie

- When you show up on her doorstep, introducing yourself as (name) and as here to review the hotel, she's in awe of you frankly.

- Charlie would be shocked upon meeting you for several reasons.

- Obviously, you're her dad's ex which is extremely awkward to say the least, but also you're so much more different than what she had heard from all the rumours surrounding you.

- Charlie of course agrees to allow you to look around despite how cautious Vaggie is of you, trailing ahead of you and nervously explaining the hotel's various amenities as she went.

- She calms down slightly when you say that you don't hold anything much against her for simply being the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith. That you were just here for business and nothing more.

- At one point during the tour, you abruptly stop in front of the big family portrait of Charlie, Lucifer and Lilith, fist and jaw clenched as you look up at it.

- Charlie stands near the hall as she watches your halo glowing somewhat threateningly before you sigh deeply and calm yourself. She's sympathetic to your anger.

- It's then when Charlie is utterly horrified to learn that she actually has half siblings that she never knew about as you tell her about them.

- And that's when Lucifer himself finally shows up.

- All in all, Charlie just feels incredibly bad for you, she's not too surprised at how different you were since Lucifer left as she wasn't born at that point. She's more shocked to learn that she has family she never knew about.

Lucifer

- When Lucifer sees you in the hotel next to Charlie who ALSO looks displeased at him, he instantly starts panicking.

- "(n-name)! It's been a while- I-! Whats- uh. How have you... been?" Sweat rolls down his brow as he awkwardly grins, looking rapidly between you and his angry daughter.

- You raise a brow at him, hands on your hips as you eye him. "You mean how have I been after you left me and my kids?"

- Lucifer is floored by the tone you give him and takes a couple of seconds to truly realise how much you've changed since he was in heaven. It's clear as can be that you aren't who he used to know.

- Terrible guilt stabbed into him as he realised he was definitely the reason why your warmth and shyness had seemingly ceased to exist.

- He apologised, looking to the side while awkwardly shifting on the spot.

- Truthfully, Lucifer rightfully felt awful about what had happened. It stung to hear you refer to the kids you had together as not 'our' but solely 'my', and to see it was very obvious that you had moved on from him even if you were still pissed off.

- Lucifer naively followed Lilith away from you and look where that got him: Divorced by her, and left all alone to pick up the broken pieces.

- You shortly left after the small exchange you had with him, thanking Charlie on your way out and leaving him to deal with her confronting him about you and your kids.

Lilith

- Lilith was the last person you'd ever want to see again. However, she was a mark on the mission that Sera had given you, and you didn't want to drag out the rather unhappy trip down memory lane you'd already taken that day.

- You were already irritated as you approached Lilith to find her sipping a cocktail and reading a magazine.

- She looked up as you came to a stop about a metre from her seat. Her eyebrows instantly raised upon recognising you.

- "I have to say, it's not fun to know that the homewrecker who your husband left you and your kids for divorced him and then abandoned the daughter she had with him."

- Your words sent irritation flooding through Lilith, overpowering her surprise at your transformation and making her lip curl.

- "You ought to hold your tongue while in my presence." She coldly hissed, sitting up and folding her arms.

- The conversation with her would be even shorter then Lucifer. You simply telling her that that she ought to pay more attention to what her daughter was doing and the stir Charlie was causing for both heaven and hell alike.

- Lilith wouldn't feel a lick of remorse for her actions unlike Lucifer, and her surprise at the 180 your personality had done would be secondary. She truly doesn't care at all for what she did.

- She would be more angry than anything that you are lecturing her about what she believes is her own business and that you have the 'audacity' to address her in such a disrespectful manner.

Dramaaaaa

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel charlie x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel Lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer headcanon #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel lilith headcanon

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tinypixl · 7 months

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Inspired by Vrelnir saying that Harper was originally supposed to track down asylum escapee PC's on the blogspot a while ago, so here's a lil scene for how I imagine this could have gone (with a tiny sprinkle of wish fulfillment✨)

@pip-n-chips come get yo food, this was motivated by you digging up that old-ass ask 👀

Warnings/Additional Info: m!Harper, no smut sry, Harper being Harper, stalking, vomit mention, wobbly writing, implied past/future SA, traumatized PC, drugs, kidnapping, a tiny sprinkle of yandere

"...And remember, ladies and gentlemen," Harper said sternly, his hands folded behind his back: "You are dealing with a very disturbed and possibly confused individual that is quite capable of harming others as well as themselves."

Harper now finally turned to face the group of orderlies behind him with an unreadable expression. He paused for a few seconds, letting his words set in before continuing: "That being said, it is of upmost importance that you do not underestimate the patients intellectual capacity," Harpers expression remained unreadable but he visibly clenched his teeth, remembering how he himself had so stupidly miscalculated that sharp wit of yours.

"...Especially not after the incident that they caused a few days ago, which started this whole situation in the first place. The ones of you working in the asylum will know the full extend."

Some of the orderlies exchanged confused glances, the others knew better.

Harper turned around again and took a few steps forward. He stopped infront of a desk and picked up a piece of paper. It was a poster. A poster of you, with glazed, terror-stricken eyes. It had been taken when you first came to the asylum, now printed out as a warning to the townfolk (at least, that's the excuse he used in this case all the time: the safety of the townfolk...)

He inspected it incrediously, before swiftly fetching it as he spoke up once more: "I not only want you to be on the lookout for anyone entering and leaving the Nightingale hospital, I want you to keep an eye on the whole town, especially on Domus street. We've talked about the benefits those who'll retrieve this patient will recieve."

Harper looked upon that beautiful poster of yours once more before turning his head towards the orderlies one last time, the soft smile he usually wears had returned to his features.

"That was all, don't forget it," he remarked mannerly but one would've been reckless to ignore the discreet undertone of his voice.

"You are dismissed."

Orderlies began to shuffle out of the room. Harper made sure to wait until the last one left, the door slamming close before he returned his attention to the poster.

The dark room was dead quiet now with the only light peaking in through the thin lines of the shut blinds.

Harpers thumb gently brushed over the cheek of your image as he only took in your haunted expression for a moment. Then, he moved his arm to put it back on the desk again but stopped short of it's surface. Instead, he folded it three times and put it in the right pocket of his doctor's coat for later. It's not the first copy he lended for personal use but it's okay, he made enough for it not to make a difference.

To his suprise, he actually found himself feeling quite giddy today. It was certainly a big improvement from last weeks mood.

That being said, he still chastised himself for his embarrassing underestimation of your character. After all, it was extremely significant for his profession to be wary and watchful. But you were always so unassuming. Harper had carelessly mistaken your quietness as flustered shyness, maybe even submission. A mistake, that had made him want to rip his hair out when it finally hit him.

Your mind's stubborn refusal of his hypnosis attempts should've been a major red flag for that but then again, you'd never made the impression of an unruly patient who was plotting something. You weren't really popular with the other patients, mostly keeping to yourself and studying. You never resisted the rest of the treatment, never attacked him, always looking at him with those big innocent doe eyes-

Harper slammed his hands on the desk in front of him, some of his irritation returning accompanied by an odd fluttering in his stomach.

That little plan of yours had set into motion about two months ago, he reckoned. He recalled the view in front of him, of the flimsy hospital gown barely covering your supple body and how you'd obeyed his command to sit on his lap without any protests. The way your plush thighs had pressed against his own...

He could still feel the shivers go right into his crotch thinking about it... And how you'd kissed him then... Your soft lips hungrily bruising his, wet little tongue peaking into his mouth. So eager, so devoted... He really thought then that you'd lusted for him in the same vain that he had for you for so, so long.

A shaky breath came through Harper's slightly parted mouth. He wasn't entirely sure if you'd taken his keycard then or after he had you bend over his desk but it was gone in the evening. He'd spend the entirety of that day flushed with his heart pumping, he hadn't thought much of it going missing, as he'd also visited the farm not too long after. There was a spare he'd kept after all so it didn't matter much to him, thinking it just fell out in his lust-filled stupor...

Imagine his horror when he'd gotten all the patients back under control during that incident and you were suddenly missing. He'd even been worried at first that you'd gotten attacked and were lying somewhere, hurt. The security footage disproved that rather quickly. None of the orderlies had been able to find, let alone retrieve you from the surrounding area.

He'd spend that whole evening looking for you, and the entire night looking through hours upon hours of security footage. You'd entered the security room the same evening you'd stolen his keycard. That had also been when your frequent studying habit started. Every single damn textbook you'd used had been looked through by him that night. Oh you smart, slippery little thing. You'd been trying to figure out how to manipulate the control panel all this time...

A uncharacteristic grin formed on Harper's lips, his giddiness returning. Right, you were smart and you'd tricked him. He gave you that. But you were also all alone. Sure, he couldn't really waltz into Bailey's territory to get you back, you were still his ward which he hated, he should be the one in control, it wasn't enough to desperately pull on your delicate strings-

But you also wouldn't be able to hide in the orphanage forever. Eventually, you would have to resume your everyday life and then it would only be a matter of time.

Harper glanced into the asylum's yard through the cracks of the blinds, watching all the small moving figures.

It would only be a matter of time before he got you back.

A few small knocks rang against your door. The noise didn't startle you too much anymore, you'd gotten used to it pretty quickly after coming back. Despite this, it seemed a bit different today. With how early it was you first thought that it had been Bailey but the softness of the knocks contradicted that assumption.

For another moment, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling before exhaling and dragging yourself to your dingy bedroom door.

Through the little gap, the flickering light of the hallway as well as two big, round, sympathetic eyes greeted you. Robin. She wore that small apologetic smile, with her brows softly knitted over her eyes. You adored that expression as much as you loathed it sometimes, it made you feel so pitied...

"Hey, how are you feeling?", Robin inquired carefully.

Stuttering, you could only give her a rather vague answer: "Umm I... I d-don't know I... think I'm okay...?"

"Do you think that... Maybe you'll be able to go to school again? No pressure of course! I'm just... A bit worried that you'll maybe miss too many hours. Don't want you to get written up or anything.."

Sweat collected on your hands that you tried to wipe on your pyjama pants. Robin was right but... You were still a bit... skeptical about assuming that you're in the clear just because you escaped but you couldn't tell her that.

Robin noticed your inner tutmoil and chimed in once more: "Of course, I'd walk with you to and from school! Just like you did when I was...", she trailed off.

Your mouth felt dry, trying to force out an answer.

"... Okay. I'll get ready."

Robin beamed at you before telling you to come to her room when you were done. It's fine you figured, you couldn't hide in the orphanage forever.

It was, in fact, not fine. But you didn't figure that out soon enough, the days after you'd gone to school again running just too smoothly. Despite looking over your shoulder, you never saw anyone watching. On the third day you even felt save enough to start to go to work on your own again.

Now, hiding in an alleyway beside two dumpsters in the dead of night, you noticed your slip-up.

Your hands were clutching a poster that you had ripped off the wall behind you minutes prior and probably the reason why you were in this situation in the first place. Your face was plastered on top. On the bottom it read: 'Warning! Dangerous asylum escapee; Caution is advised' along with a number to call about your last whereabouts. You had never been a danger to other people and still weren't but you knew the truth didn't matter in this town. Not when it was so easy for someone sneaky and powerful enough to just twist it to their advantage.

It was now abundantly clear to you where the orderlies you'd ran from earlier came from. Why didn't any of those posters catch your attention before?

Quietly, you huddled further into yourself beside the two dumpsters, trying to keep it together.

The alley lead into a dead-end but maybe, just maybe you were lucky and they hadn't seen you go in. You assumed they were still searching the surrounding area, so if you were quiet enough-

"Are you certain they went this way? You haven't found any trace of them yet."

You almost choked on the air that you were trying to inhale, hands instantly clasping over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating. Of course, you'd recognize that smooth almost plummy voice instantly. You briefly wondered why he'd make such a big effort of showing up himself to bring you back but then again, the poster clutched in your hands over your mouth should've been enough prove to you that he was very serious about this.

A group of footsteps ripped you out of your thoughts and made your heart jump in terror. They were still rather distant but... definitely in the alleyway you were hiding in.

"100% sure Doctor, 'seen them go in this direction myself. We've searched any possible place they might've went. They have to be in here."

Oh god, you felt like you were going to throw up. The footsteps came closer, you could hear it. The ones closest to you sounded calm as they could be. Unrushed, taking their sweet time before they suddenly stopped.

"Alright. Let me handle this.", Harper's voice rang out once more. Now you could only hear those calm, slow footsteps coming closer and closer. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes.

Your name being called out gingerly sent a cold shiver down your spine. Harper's voice had taken on a soothing tone, the same one he used to play-pretend a normal doctor, the same one he used to hypnotise people:"... You don't have to be afraid any longer. I'm here to help you!"

At this point, you had completely given up on trying to control your breathing. Instead trying to hold you breath as much as could to prevent a full-blown panic attack. Prey, you felt like cornered prey.

"Please don't make this so hard on the both of us. I can help you. You'll feel so much better with regular treatment, I promise..."

Tears now ran down your cheeks freely as it took everything in you not to sob in pure horror. Despite your heartbeat pounding in your ears you heard clearly that his voice had started to shake slightly; giddy with anticipation. You needed to get out of here... You needed to get out of here!

"Someone in your predicament shouldn't be without help for so long...", his voice became more breathy as he closed in on your hiding spot.

"We both know that I know what's best for you..", the edge of lust in it was now unmistakeable. He was getting off on this.

You bit down on your tongue, trying to still your quivering form. You'd captivated the dear doctor, so much more than you could have known that you did and now, you'd pay gravely for your mistake-

"Got you."

A bloodcurdling scream tore out of your throat when his flushed, panting face was suddenly inches away from yours. It was instantly muffled by a chloroform-drenched rag. In your adrenaline-fueled desperation, you tore on his arm and pulled him down with you.

It took Harper by suprise and he crashed down on his knees, which gave you the chance to draw in a last-minute breath before wasting no more time to get to your feet to bolt out of the alley.

Something brushed over the hood of your jacket, trying to grasp ahold of it but failing as you ran, ran, ran

right into the arms of the two orderlies, to your unfortune.

"Not so fast!", one of them commanded. You tugged against them but they have you held tightly by both arms.

The clicking sound of dress shoes against concrete rang in your ears. You lifted your head to Doctor Harper's approaching figure.

Finally, the loud sob you'd been holding in slipped from you. You started struggling even harder against the two orderlies, nauseous with pure dread.

"Easy there kid.", one of the oderlies told you but you couldn't hear them, your mind preoccupied with primal fear.

Harper steps in front of you, with his usual soft, creepy smile.

"Sshhh..." Harper gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before firmly grasping your chin. His thumb lightly stroking it.

"Don't worry, I know what you need. I know that you need me."

With that, he held the rag to your face tightly as he continued to shush your muffled cries.

His thumb never leaving the softness of your cheek until your lights went out.

#degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #i have offically escaped from the adhd beast #ok post of the year now on to post nothing for the next six months or so

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ashghetti · 6 months

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hayden christensen fic below (part 1)

wrap party part 1

warnings: sexual tension, kissing, 18+ pls, age gap (not specific, use your imagination.. legally), shit plot but fkn hot, for real tho this man be driving me up a wall, legit bananas for this daddy— y’all know I’m doing a smutty part 2

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You’d been working on a project together, that’s how your crush started. Honestly it was his fault for being so god damn attractive and one of the sweetest humans you’d ever come into contact with.

Deep down you felt foolish for having feelings, I mean after all he was older than you and not just by a couple of years. Chances he saw you the same were extremely unlikely— at least that’s what you thought but your luck was about to change.

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You stood in the corner at a wrap party for the project you’d been working on— you’d helped yourself to more than a few glasses of champagne to keep your nerves at bay. Regardless of how many times you’d been to these types of things it never got any easier to mingle and put yourself out there.

Thankfully one of your fellow colleagues who you now considered a friend stood with you, laughing and joking about the various things that had gone on during shooting.

“I can’t believe it’s all over.. But I have no regrets.” She chimed in, giving you a slight nudge. “What about you?”

The champagne was definitely getting to your head and without even thinking you blurted out. “I wish I’d made a move on Hayden— what an absolute daddy.”

You waited for a laugh but it never came, in fact your friends face looked shocked, the colour draining from her face as she gazed over your shoulder— you didn’t get the big deal, you’d both joked about this on multiple occasions and she’d been well aware of your crush.

“What’s wrong I—“ your gaze followed hers and before you could finish your sentence your heart dropped. Standing right behind you, eyes fixed directly on you was none other than your co-star Hayden Christensen.

From the weird look on Hayden’s face there was no mistaking that he had heard what you’d just said. You felt as if you were going to be sick. “I’m so sorry, excuse me.” Without even waiting for a response you hightailed it out of there, sitting your champagne down on a random table you glided past.

Your only saving grace was that the party just happened to be at a hotel which everyone was staying— you found the nearest elevator and stepped inside. You leant back against the wall, closing your eyes to feel everything spin. You were slightly drunk and embarrassed beyond words.

You began spiralling into your own thoughts, completely unaware that someone else had entered the elevator until the sound of someone clearing their throat snapped you back into reality— eyes opening to find the last person you wanted to see standing right in front of you and before you could do anything the doors shut. Fuck.

Hayden stood before you, only a couple of steps away. Staring at you with an unreadable expression. “I just wanted to check you were okay.” His deep, raspy voice filled the elevator, sending chills down your spine. God he was so perfect in the suit he was wearing, with his gorgeous brown locks and blue eyes— you shook your head.

“I am so sorry—“ You practically squeaked the words out, not even knowing where to begin to try and fix the damage you thought you had done but before you continued you noticed an amused smile forming on Hayden’s lips, a small chuckle leaving him.

“It’s fine, if anything I’m flattered.” He took a step toward you, you could smell his cologne now, the scent made you want him even closer. “What I want to know is what kind of move you’d make.”

Was he making fun of you? The smile on his face had turned into more of a smirk— This was different to the kind man you were so used to dealing with on set, this man was making you tremble, in the best way.

You were unable to respond. Tension was thick in the air, it was beginning to feel like the longest elevator ride of your life until the loudest ‘ding’ had you almost jumping out of your skin.

Glancing back toward the open elevator doors a sudden look of disappointment took over Hayden’s features. “Some other time.” He turned, stepping out of the elevator and beginning to walk away from you.

Regret rushed through you, were you really just going to let the opportunity slip through your fingers after you’d been fantasising for a moment like that for months.

It took all almost everything you had but you followed him out the doors. “Wait— I’ll show you.” Hayden turned toward you and without waiting for him to respond you closed the distance between you, lacing your hands up through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

Maybe it was the champagne but you swear you felt a spark of electricity as your lips connected. It started off so soft and gentle as if he was hesitating to reciprocate but before too long his tongue was gliding against your lower lip, begging for entrance.

Your tongues danced together, his hands quickly finding their way to your lower back, fingertips lightly dancing along the fabric of your dress, the sensation causing a yearning to start between your legs.

All too soon he pulled away, a look of panic crossing your face before he quickly put your mind at ease. “Not here.” His hand found yours, leading you down the hall toward one of the hotel rooms.

You took one last look over your shoulder as he swiped his key before walking forward into Hayden’s dimly lit hotel room.

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen fic #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x reader

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aconflagrationofmyown · 8 months

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Marie Presley, interview for Rolling Stone Magazine, 1997, introducing her film TLC: The Presley Way

A Sarge & lil Mama blurb, 2nd generation: Marie. word count 2k, PG rating, mentions of divorce

Marie: “You know, I’m used to being asked how it impacted me being the child with the least ‘parental involvement.’ But I really don’t get it, not even when my siblings joke that Elvis was more like Santa to me than dad, a merry-making stranger who showed up once in a blue moon to spread love and cheer before rushing back to the workshop to make more goodies the rest of the year.

“Maybe there’s some truth in that but how was I to know? I didn’t know anything differently than what I had, just like lots of kids you don’t know what else you could’ve had, just like I didn’t know anything different from being very privileged, um, just as my dad didn’t know any different from being very poor.

“But what I do know is that I was very loved, I have been my whole life, and what I have are a treasure trove of memories, extensive amounts of time spent with him at all ages. I look at it this way, we wouldn’t say someone is fatherless just because their dad is gone every day of their life from seven in the morning to six in the evening, that’s a whole lotta time to be gone.

“Whereas I had months on end where I saw Dad from sunup to sundown, slept in my parents bed, ate and played and read with them. Spent time on homework and perhaps most personally impactful, I had my own interests nurtured by them. Dad spoiled me, there’s no question about it, but it wasn’t in the way of rich men giving their kids toys and telling them to then run along, leave them alone.

“Dad engaged with me on everything and anything interesting to me, anything that interested my siblings he would spend hours on it, not even the fun part of say -photography. But the boring details, too. If there was a new camera he would get it for me and together we could figure out how to make it work, how to develop the film, how to get the perfect exposure.

“We’d pour over artists' work and do our best to mimic them. It was play but it was always constructive, and when I think back on those late Vegas afternoons that were his mornings, that he would spend tirelessly engaged with me and my siblings, only to then have to go out and perform multiple times into the night, the adult in me is exhausted and grateful that he took the time. That he did it all so cheerfully that I had no idea how worn out he was.

“The divorce years were hard, I was an eight year old and definitely attuned to the different dynamics in my family. I was very close with my sister Ella who was extremely unhappy at the time, maybe more so than most of my siblings. So her discontent rubbed off on me a little, confused me. But for the most part I didn’t notice a big change, mom and daddy really tried to keep it under wraps, multiple times they insisted there wasn’t a team to pick, and maybe that was too nuanced for the older kids but I got it, I chose not to pick teams.

And before it had lasted very long, we were all back together again.

“Daddy didn’t have a tour, what with Colonel Parker being under investigation, and he stayed home because of Danny, and Daisy and then they got remarried. It was a blip for me really. I got to live with Ella, I got to travel around with Jesse and dad, I got to visit Rosalee out at college. It seemed more like a vacation bouncing than banishment. I was really fine with it, maybe I’m just built that way, it wasn’t as devastating as it might’ve been for another child.

“I do remember my ninth birthday being the single bummer of it all. Or at least, the day started off going decidedly down hill.

“I was the baby who made it after the tragedy of them losing Jo, and you beat believe dad always made a huge deal of my birthday. He’d always tickle the Angel kisses on the back of my neck and remind everyone how Jo and Gladys sent me, mama would recount the story of my birth and my siblings would recall how they laid hands on mama’s belly and prayed I’d come out safe every day for eight months before I was born.

So after nine years of this, when I came downstairs in ‘77 to find that the earth and divorce proceedings hadn’t screeched to a stop just to celebrate me, I was pretty miffed.

I remember just feeling like the vibes were really off at the house, even though dad had come back to celebrate, it was obvious he was very upset with mom. I remember Jesse took me riding on his bike that day, we got out of the house and had fun and I remember when he put me on it, mom and dad were in a deep discussion on the porch, apparently about the fact that I was having a meltdown over not being treated special enough. I've already admitted I was very spoiled, OK folks?

“But the real big thing for me was that by the time I came back from that ride and opened my presents and we ate dinner, things seemed perfectly fine, normal and natural. That night we went through our usual routine and I climbed in the bed with mom and dad like old times. Now that I think about it, that was probably the first time in months that they slept together, and they did that for me. And they did it so naturally and it was really a happy evening, even for them, I think.

“It’s funny how professional you can get at getting along when you’ve had to endure so much like they had, one night of harmony in the middle of a divorce wasn’t a big hurdle for them. There was so much love still there and so much practice, just a lotta confusion. You can see why I wasn’t very surprised when Mama showed up with a baby and a wedding band back on her finger. It might sound bizarre to outsiders, and it’s certainly been portrayed like that by some of our closest friends, but in this film I’d like to set the record straight. It’s what I saw lived out.

Love can be very chaotic sometimes, complex and bizarre but it tries its best. It seeks the good of others. It’s the catalyst for great things and produces generous hearts. And my family certainly did just that.”

Thanks for letting me bug ya with a blurb, and slowly but surely I’m putting faces to the kids, and their stories too. So much thanks goes to my girlies who hash this out with my for hours on end in the chats. The chats are the new trenches, ok? It’s where ya make your Bestest buddies.

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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sick day (ccg universe)

words: 3,188 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “Ccg universe request where they deal with an extremely sick toddler. Nausea, crying, grumpiness, refusing to sleep, us parents go through to then end up in turn getting sick too” notes: thanks for the request! appreciate all of you :) i really enjoyed writing this one. requests i’m working on continue to be linked here. warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You could sense this coming a mile away, especially because of last night. You’ve been joking with Austin that you’ve been developing ‘parent ESP’ and are becoming increasingly aware of how Luci’s doing and when certain things are going to happen. It usually applies to when she needs a nap or is about to have some sort of meltdown but in this case? You knew she was going to wake up sick.

Austin’s been on a shoot about two hours away and that definitely hasn’t been easy. You and Luci are used to it by now but that doesn’t mean that Austin’s little family doesn’t miss him. They’ve been fortunate enough that you really haven’t had to work around him being out of state or out of the country, that’s a whole new can of worms to plan for. Luci’s just now handling what it’s like for Austin to be gone longer periods of time, with two hours away sometimes he comes back for a night or morning depending on what the schedule is like. You assure him he doesn’t have to because that’s a lot to put on his shoulders when he’s already got enough to worry about.

But one of the many things you love about him is that he wants to, he wants to come back home for you and for Luci and…that makes a big difference.

Last night after a Facetime call with Austin, Luci was being a bit more ornery than usual. She refused to get out of your and Austin’s bed to take a bath before sleeping. She was curled up on Austin’s pillows in one of her oversized sweatshirts and giving a big pout fest. You hadn’t thought too much of it because she starts getting like this when Austin’s been gone for a decent stretch of time, she has to acclimate.

A trip to the park tomorrow will erase some of those negative feelings.

There was something in the back of your mind though that was triggering spidey-senses for your ‘parent ESP’—she looked a bit flush and was slightly grumpier than usual. You can understand the whole ‘no thank you’ thing when Luci dives into it, but she wasn’t even doing that. Just huffing and curling against Austin’s pillow and giving you the cold shoulder.

You let her sleep there for the night and upon waking up the next morning, your assumptions had been right on the money.

The minute you get her up and out of bed, you know she’s sick. Her face is flushed, her skin is warm to the touch, her hair is a bit of a mussed mess from sweating, and she’s whining. You hum lightly, carrying her to the kitchen. Sitting her on the counter, you pull her hair back away from her face, tying it into two space buns. You give her a soft smile, touching her cheek,

“Struggling, huh babe?”

Luci huffs lightly, pulling at her sweater, “Wan juice.”

“Okay,” You nod, “We can get you some juice. Mama has to take your temperature too, okay?”

She does not seem thrilled about that, squiggling when you reach to get a washcloth and fill it with warm water. Squeezing out the excess, you drag it along Luci’s face and neck, pushing some of her hair back and to get the night’s sweat off of her. Might make her feel a bit better.

“Need to get a bath too.”

And apparently that’s the wrong thing to say because she starts crying. Big sobs and fat tears rolling down her cheeks and barely breathing enough to speak other than wailing. You try not to take it too personally, you know that she doesn’t feel well and isn’t sure how to communicate that other than crying. It’s got to be frustrating, being so small and trying to figure out the world day by day and then waking up and everything you’ve known is turned completely on its head.

You set the washcloth down and gather her into your arms, picking her up from the counter, “I know, I know.” You soothe, running a hand down her back. You reach for your phone in your PJ pocket, clicking on Austin’s name,

Y/N: you laugh at my parent ESP but I knew something was off with Luci last night and she’s sick this morning Y/N: she’s okay other than throwing a big tantrum over a bath, so. I think she just has a fever

You know that Austin’s on set and you’re not sure when he’s going to be able to read that but the last thing you want to do is worry him.

While Luci works through her crying Olympics, you manage to take her temp (101—definitely a fever but nothing too concerning), wash off a bit more sweat with a washcloth and change her shirt and fill up her juice cup (which she doesn’t want anymore, shocking). You carry her to the couch and sit down, holding her against your chest as she vents out all her negative feelings, which should definitely help.

Once she’s settled down you’ll get her to eat something, give her a bath—that should make her feel better overall.

“I wan daddy.” She wails, these tiny little hiccups following from crying so hard.

You shake your head, keeping her close, threading your fingers through her hair and trying to get her to calm down, “I know,” You press a few kisses to her cheeks and forehead, removing as many tear tracks as you can with your hands, “Me too.”

Definitely can understand wanting Austin when you don’t feel well, you just wish it was as simple as that.

Luci manages to tire herself out with crying, pressed against your chest after a few sips of juice, her face tucked between your neck and shoulder. Smoothing your hand through her hair, you stand from the couch and make up the cushions so she can sleep there. You don’t want her in her bed away from you—you begin to make a mental checklist of some things you need to do, like cancel dinner with your agent and double check to see if you have Children’s Tylenol in your medicine cabinet.

You put a blanket down and a pillow, lying her down and grabbing this divider which sticks underneath the couch cushions and creates a mesh wall along the outside of the couch—like turning the couch into a crib. Basically she can’t roll off this way, one of the best things Jillian bought you and Austin when you were pregnant.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket as you cover Luci with a blanket and a soft smile tugs the corner of your mouth as you answer,

“Hi,” You whisper in relief, moving towards the kitchen to talk a bit louder.

“How’s it going in the hot zone?” Austin asks, his voice fond but definitely a little concerned, “Sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner, just saw your message.”

He doesn’t have to apologize; you know he’s busy. The fact that he’s making time to call you on a break is more than enough. You let out a soft sigh and tug open a few cabinet doors to see if you can make Luci some soup—you’re not sure what she even likes when she’s sick. This is one of the first times she’s had something more than a few sniffles and…you’re taking it hour by hour, trying not to freak out or anything when it’s not warranted. This is a fact of life, kids get sick and you, as a parent, have to figure it out.

At the barest minimum, you have to be strong for Luci so she has someone to lean and depend on.

“Well she’s doing alright I think, I got some juice in her and she’s cried herself to sleep,” You shake your head, “She wanted you, of course.”

Austin hums, “Didn’t you say I was the best kind of medicine the last time you were sick?”

And he’s teasing you, you know that, but you kinda crinkle your nose because, “I’m pretty sure…I did not say that.”

He laughs lightly, “Sure, no. You would never.”

You can’t help but laugh too, rolling your eyes as you pull a can of soup down from the cabinet that has star shaped noodles. This will do. “As far as I can tell she’s just got a fever, it’s pretty low-grade but…I’ll let you know if it spikes.”

“M’sorry I’m not there.”

You shake your head, turning to put the kettle on for tea for yourself, glancing into the living room as you watch Luci’s chest rise and fall, “Austin, don’t be. We both know we’ve got busy work lives—I can handle this alone, okay?”

It’s not like either of them are gone all the time—this just so happens to be the one instance where it would be better if you were home together but, it’s not like you’re expecting him to come all the way home. He’s got a job to do.

“I know,” You can tell by the tone of Austin’s voice that he’s either chewing on the inside of his cheek or running a hand through his hair, a signature nervous habit, “But you shouldn’t have to.”

You smile gently, leaning your head against the doorframe of the kitchen, “You can make it up to me.”

Austin hums lightly, “I’m gonna leave my phone with the director, alright, you call me if you need anythin’.”

You’re touched at the sentiment but the last thing you want to do is bother him on set when he’s trying to get a job done. “Alright, I love you.”

“Love you both,” Austin replies before the call ends.

You hold the phone to your ear for a few moments longer to maintain the illusion that he’s here before moving back into the kitchen to tackle a cup of tea and soup.

You assume it’s going to get a bit worse before it gets better but you don’t realize it’s going to be downright terrible. The nap brings Luci a ton of energy which you assumed would be a good thing? and yet she’s restless, cranky and now she’s nauseous? She hasn’t thrown up the soup she’s eaten, which is good, but she doesn’t want to eat dinner either, crying about only wanting one thing and it’s apple juice…and guess what you’re out of.

You’ve barely taken care of yourself today either, only eating breakfast and drinking that tea after the phone call with Austin. You’re close to calling Jillian to come over because you’ve been texting her with updates throughout the day of what’s been going on. You feel like there’s this…sense of weakness pulling at the bottom of your ribcage preventing you from doing that though.

Is it so terrible that you feel like you can’t handle a sick toddler on your own? You thought you could but it’s…

You want to call Austin but that that’s just out of the question. You can handle this, right? You repeat that like a mantra in your head as Luci starts crying, again, over the fact that she doesn’t have another cup of juice. Just got to take one crisis at a time, slow breaths, think.

“I texted Aunt Jillian, okay?” You try to soothe her, feeling a lump in your own throat because you’re starting to feel exhausted. “She should be here soon, she’s gonna have your juice.”

Almost as if your words are an invited promise, you hear a key slide into the front door and the knob jiggle. Turning around and letting out a breath of relief, you’re about to tell Jillian she owes her big time…when Austin comes through with grocery bags on his arms and…

You’re so confused and yet overwhelmed and relieved and so many other emotions at the same time that you just kind of blink at him with a slightly open mouth. It takes two seconds to connect the dots in your head, obviously Jillian called Austin (because you refused to) and now he’s here, he’s home with apple juice and a bunch of other things given how heavy the bags look as he sets them down on the floor in the living room to walk towards you.

“God,” You mumble, shaking your head, Luci’s crying coming to a slight pause as she realizes daddy’s home. “You did not have to come all the way home.” Not that you’re not grateful, of course you are but—

“Don’t,” Austin says gently, moving to press a kiss to your forehead before taking Luci into his arms. You feel so thankful that your knees almost give out from under you. You let out a slow breath and hold onto the back of the couch, watching him.

“Alright, hey,” Austin soothes, picking up one of the grocery bags while you grab the other one and take it into the kitchen with him. Luci has her arms wrapped tightly around her dad’s neck, his hand moving up and down her back as he maneuvers the juice out to set on the kitchen counter.

You reach for the apple juice, grabbing her cup from the living room and filling it up. Austin gives you a gentle smile, his fingers brushing yours after the lid is secured and hands it over to Luci. The crying stops when she begins sipping on it.

“Easy baby,” Austin croons, “Nice and slow.” He smooths some of her hair out of her face before looking over at you. He mimics the same motion, curling some of your hair around your ear, thumb tracing along your jawline. “You alright?”

A soft laugh leaves your lips before you shake your head—you hate how much you feel like a failure even though you know that’s not the case. Austin would have been in the same boat if he would have been left alone with Luci while she was sick. You two work so much on a partnership, on co-parenting, on depending on one another, a team. There’s no weakness in accepting that you needed help? That you couldn’t do it on your own.

“Just exhausted,” You sniffle, running a hand over your face.

Austin takes a step forward and wraps an arm around you, tucking you into the other side of his chest. You close your eyes, swallowing over a lump in your throat as you breathe in the scent of his cologne and skin sticking to his clothes.

Pulling back after a moment, you put your hair up into a high bun, giving Luci a small smile because she seems to be a twinge better in Austin’s arms with her juice,

“Took her temp again an hour ago, it was still high but not as high as this morning. She needs a bath, didn’t get to it yet.”

Austin nods, rubbing his hand along your shoulder blades, massaging in small circles. “Alright, let me take over, you can get yourself somethin’ to eat, lay down.”

There’s a small sound of protest but Austin’s determined to take care of both of you…and besides, it’s probably best that he taps in, Luci’s been wanting him all day, she might be more pliable under his insistence. You give a soft nod and Austin leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, carrying Luci down the hall towards the bathroom.

Running your hands over your face, you make yourself a quick bowl of soup and take yourself to the bedroom to lie down. A few hours later, you barely feel the bed shift as Austin crawls in, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

You know how lucky you are that Austin’s working with a director that gives him a bit of flex time—a few hours in the morning or evening that he can be away from set while other scenes are shot that he’s not in so he can take care of his family. Luci bounces back quick and within a day or so, she’s back to her usual antics and silly personality. Only downside is…

“I am not sick.” You insist, pushing away the thermometer as Austin tries to take your temperature.

A soft, amused laugh leaves his lips because right. He’s sitting next to you in bed as you’re propped against some pillows along the headboard. You have a bit of a scratchy throat but…what’s the big deal? It’s only because you’ve been yelling over Luci’s crying over the past few days.

“If you’re not sick,” He brushes his hand through your hair, getting it out of your face, “What’s the harm in lettin’ me take your temp?”

Rolling your eyes and definitely grumbling about it, you allow Austin to put the thermometer in your ear. Meanwhile, Luci rushes into the room, wearing a pair of black leggings and her favorite seafoam green knitted sweater that you found at a thrift store. It’s got buttons in the shape of fish and needless to say, she’s named them all. She climbs the steps that are at the bottom of the bed so she can come onto the mattress any time she wants, throwing herself onto your torso.

You let out a soft oof noise at the weight of her, running your hand through her staticky hair.

“I give mama a hug.” She declares.

“That’s nice,” Austin agrees, looking at the thermometer after it beeps, “Because mama definitely has a fever.”

You groan lightly and gently tap Austin’s cheek when he leans in to give you a soft kiss—the last thing you want is for him to get sick too.

“Can cross this off our parent bingo.” He teases and regardless that you don’t feel very well? He always manages to make you smile.

Standing from the bed, he scoops Luci into his arms, setting her on the floor. “Can you go get mom another blanket from the couch?”

Thrilled at having a task, Luci scoots out of the bedroom, her pattering footsteps echoing in the hallway. Austin adjusts one pillow behind you, checking the time on his phone,

“I can stay for another hour and then I’ll call Jillian, have her come over to take care of Luci.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, hating to put that burden on your best friend but you know there’s nothing else you can do. You’re definitely not the best version of yourself right now. Austin moves to sit down closer to you, near your waist, reaching up to gently take your hand away from your face.

“You’re gonna get wrinkles if you worry so much.” Austin teases.

“Will you still think I’m pretty?” You pout, jutting your lower lip out.

Your husband laughs warmly, cupping both sides of your face to lean down and kiss you. Once Luci brings you a blanket, she crawls back up onto the bed as Austin covers you with it, everyone becoming a solid snuggling pile until Austin has to leave for work.

You’re convinced that there’s not a better medicine out there.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things #ccg

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gx-gameon · 6 days

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How do you think jadens family would react to finding out jaden went supreme King? 👀

Or would he even tell them after they've been revived?

Oo im very excited to hear your thoughts on this!

I’m still deciding cannon for this part of the story. I don’t know what I want to do yet.

But the emotions don’t change.

The Supreme King is a dark version of Jaden. But not in the way Yami Yugi or Yami Bakura are. There is no separate soul. It’s closer to Yami Marik where it is the darkness of his own soul. But it’s also a twisted version of his past life.

The Supreme King has complete control over the gentle darkness, something Jaden has never had. He’s struggled with his powers since they started to unlock and has never fully learned how to wield them even with the help he’s getting in this au from Atem. The Supreme King not only has control over his powers but experience and finesse in using them.

He’s dangerous. He doesn’t care who he hurts as long as he accomplishes his goal. He’s ruthless but he’s not hunting duelist either. He only duels himself when necessary (Jim challenged him and he lets Axel go no problem when he runs.) he’s the opposite of Jaden who is loud and joyful and always looking to duel.

It’s their son/nephew’s voice, deeper and more authoritarian but still his voice. But his mannerisms and personality is gone.

Whether they face the Supreme King head on or head about it after the fact (there’s no way Jaden can hide this from them. He might try but with how big of a digit there is in Jaden character between the start of season 3 and the start of season 4 they know something’s up. Not to mention the sudden mastery Jaden has over the Gentle Darkness. If they were sacrificed or not there of the Supreme King, Jaden tries to hide it but eventually breaks down sobbing from the guilt and trauma and the instinctual desire of wanting to feel safe again. So the DM cast will always find out) their responses are the same.

They all feel a mixture of anger and sadness but how they respond is very different.

Yugi

is horrified for his son. This is going to destroy Jaden once they have him back.

And while he’s furious with what the supreme king is doing/done he’s more focused on getting Jaden back/helping Jaden heal.

He’s angry at the situation, heartbroken his boy is going through this, a furious at the injustice being suffered by the spirits the Supreme King is attacking.

His little boy is in there somewhere and he’s getting him back. And then they will fix all of this.

Atem

He’s a fixer. He has to be. He’s the pharaoh he saves the world, protects his people, he’s solves their problems.

Having to face the Supreme King is very reminiscent of Yami Marik and he’s hoping they can destroy the darkness in Jaden’s heart.

But Jaden IS the Gentle Darkness. This is a part of him. As twisted and perverse as it is and as manipulated as Yubel could make it. It’s still a part of Jaden.

He can’t purify the darkness but they can get rid of this extreme version of it.

But the only way he knows how to do that is by winning, and winning here will kill his opponent.

Can he guarantee that beating Jaden will only kill the Supreme King and not Jaden himself…. Is he willing to take that risk?

If he finds out afterwards and doesn’t have to deal with the dilemma of possibly killing Jaden then he’s a lot better.

Who is going to understand Jaden better than the spirit who learned that Shadow games are bad from hanging out with Yugi as a memoryless spirit and then later betrayed his dearest friend by playing the seal of Oricalcos.

No one understands season 4 Jaden quite like Atem. The two do a lot of bonding after the fact as Jaden tries to come to terms with what he did as the Supreme King. Yes he wasn’t in the driver’s seat but he still blames himself.

Joey

if he is there to deal with the Supreme King then he’s treating this just like he did Mai with the Oricalcos.

More like his second duel where his is trying to win but he could never pull the trigger on Jaden. He could never beat Jaden if it meant losing Jaden.

If any members of the DM cast are lost to the Supreme King it’s Joey. Trying desperately to get Jaden back but unwilling to hurt the kid. The Supreme King has no reservations about hurting Joey.

If they don’t face his and find out afterwards…

Joey has been under mind control before. It’s not the same but he almost killed Yugi. He doesn’t totally understand what Jaden is feeling but he’s going to be there for him.

Seto

If Seto Kaiba had to face the Supreme King it would be a duel for the ages. He never holds back. If the only way to free Jaden is to beat him then Seto will.

But that would cause a lot of fighting between him and Joey, Atem, and Yugi. (The rest of the group to) if they can’t guarantee Jaden’s safety. If beating the Supreme King could kill Jaden no one wants Seto going after him.

Honestly I’ll probably not have Seto Duel him because as I’ve said before I still want that moment to go to Axel.

But Seto and Yugi would have some tension over how to handle the situation. It’s the most strain they’ve probably had in their marriage (the debate is to kill their kid or not it’s going to be a stressful time)

But if Seto only finds out afterwards….

He holds a grudge against Yubel.

Jaden blames himself but the boy wasn’t in the driver’s seat and was pushed to the limit and manipulated by Yubel. Jaden made mistakes and bad decisions but Seto can’t look at his son and see a monster. Not when the boy is having anxiety attacks over what happened.

So he places the blame squarely on Yubel. He can’t do so for forever. Hating Yubel is hating a part of Jaden now and he could never hate Jaden.

But it takes some time before Seto accepts Yubel.

He does his best to help and support Jaden. He knows Atem, and as much as he hates to admit it, Joey are the best options to talk Jaden down right now.

He throws himself into finding ways to keep the family safe and to prevent something like this.

But you can’t protect someone from everything.

Téa and Tristian.

Both are upset and angry.

If they are in the Dark world Tristian defiantly physically beats one of the Supreme King’s generals

Téa refuses to give up on Jaden and works to rally the others (Dm cast and remaining Gx cast to help)

Tristan probably has a hard talk with Axel about what happened and how they can move forward.

If they find out after….

Téa is always supportive and she remembers the Oricalcos and how lost the Pharaoh was at that time. She see a lot of that in Jaden. She tries to be there for him.

Tristian is as supportive as can be. He was also once possessed by an enemy and almost killed his friends (a theme in yugioh apparently)

Definitely takes the kid to a rage room and tells him to let it out.

Again nothing here is set in stone. I need to rewatch season 3 and make some decisions. But I have a lot of ideas

#jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #yugi moto #yugi mutou #dad yugi #seto kaiba #rivalshipping #atem #yami yugi #joey wheeler #tea gardner #tristan taylor

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moremaybank · 1 year

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Giving Kai healthier and funnier and happier memories with Christmas time and making Kai him wear matching sweaters

making christmas special for kai since he doesn’t have any happy holiday memories...

a/n: this is too cute, i love this. also christmas is my favourite holiday so i love this even more

kai masterlist

"babe, i told you that christmas isn't a big deal for me"

kai tried and tried to get you to see that christmas had never really been a thing for him, especially with everyone in his family icing him out and making him feel inferior because of his differences

however, you didn't care

you loved him, and you wanted him to experience the good side of christmas just as you always had growing up

the side where family was celebrated and appreciated

the side where people created cherishable memories with one another

so you ignored him and went on to plan a number of fun activities the two of you could participate in together in an attempt to bring forth his holiday spirit

your list took days to perfect, but it was worth it if it meant providing kai with healthier memories of the holiday season

"hey, baby. wanna come over tonight?" you ask through the phone

"of course. need me to bring anything?"

"just yourself"

you smirk to yourself because you know that kai has no freaking clue what he's about to walk in on

you'd decked out your place from head to toe in the flashiest decorations you could find

however, you'd left the tree untouched so you could decorate it together

kai walked in, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek before his eyes landed on the copious amounts of christmas decorations

"why does it look like the north pole threw up in here?"

"welcome to your first merry christmas" you joke, a wide grin on your face as you look up at him

when he remained in shock, you spoke again

"i know i went a little overboard, but...i just want you to experience everything good about christmas and forget about all the crappy memories you already have"

honestly, his first instinct was to run like hell out of there

but then he saw the twinkle in your eye, and he could see how much you wanted to do this for him

no one had ever gone to such great lengths for him, so he really couldn't resist

so, he threw on the ugly christmas sweater you bought for him

he helped you build and decorate an extremely average gingerbread house (and ate half the candy when you weren't looking)

you two decked the tree out with every single ornament you'd bought

you baked cookies (yes, he also snuck some of the cookie dough when you were distracted)

then he used his magic to start the fireplace

you'd built a fort in the living room with every sheet and blanket you could find in the house, and you cuddled up while drinking candy cane hot chocolate while watching all the christmas movies you could get your hands on

by the end of the night, you were passed out on his chest and all he could do was smile down at you, thinking about how much you care for him, and that there would never be anyone like you

kai tag list (join here!): @princess-charming-01 @kittyqrt @trenchmaniac @techlipse @the-kaya-aa @skydisneylover @poltergeistsblog

#kai parker #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #kai parker headcanon #kai parker one shot #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries headcanon #tvd x reader #tvd headcanons

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trashlie · 5 months

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it's good to see you around again, I missed reading your long ILY posts, hope you're doing better too :) if you ever share your thoughts on the latest couple of episodes (including fp) here, I'd be super excited to read them! I'm really curious how you think the timeline is gonna go from here - especially relating to Shin-Ae and Nolan since it feels like they are the last pieces that need to fall into place so everything is ready for the post-timeskip story to go down. like you, I was so sure Nol and Shin-Ae were going to have some kind of reconciliation before he goes to jail but WELP rip 3 day extension. Poor guy though, Yui showing up in his hospital room must have been extremely triggering, it made sense that he did everything to get outta there ASAP. It's worrying me that this series of negative interactions (Kousuke, Alyssa, Yui) could've undone everything positive Shin-Ae Dieter Soushi Nana did, and now therapy during jail time could either have a positive or negative effect, so Nol is a Schroedinger's cat for now.... At least some things got cleared up and Shin-Ae is now starting to understand the root of the problem (= Yui) (and it actually really makes sense that she had to figure it out herself instead of Nol telling her - the boy obviously isn't ready to talk) so we made some progress.... But istg with this upcoming separation arc 2.0 it feels so much like we're gonna be back at ground zero after the first time skip. Fingers crossed they reconcile in whatever way before the big time skip though. we need a somewhat positive conclusion to this arc before season 1 ends, because if not then what was all this build up for, and why now? What about the realizations? the "convince me"? What about "if you won't let me have you"? If their reconciliation is only going to happen after multiple years of "conflict" between them that would be so cruel....

AND SHIN-AE STILL HASN'T GOTTEN HER BANDANA BACK and now he's stealing her lines too SDGDADSF;SDF

Waaaahhhhh thank you, friend!!! As you can probably tell, I'm still trying to get myself back here fully and figure out how to balance everything, which has always been a struggle ;~; I really may resort to telling my friends to ignore me and yell at me until I get certain posts written up so I'll stop procrastinating because there are SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT EPISODES I WANT TO RECAP AND TALK ABOUT!!!! BUT THE ORGANIZING MYSELF!!!! IS THE PART THAT'S SO DIFFICULT!!!!!!!!

One of the great things about the ILY discord server is that we have this very constant, active conversation going on at all times so it's SO easy to be very present and active, but I also find that it means it's more difficult for me to regulate myself, or I'll have that feeling that I JUST talked about something and so when I try to write about it over here, it feels like a hollow echo and I know that's just because I was just having the conversation so that's just something I need to work on dealing with lol

But I want to answer this before we move so far away from when you asked this!!!!! As expected, there are FP spoilers ahead for eps 246 through 249!!!!!

I!!!! DO NOT KNOW!!!!!!! LMAO Like. GOD. I feel like quimchee has thrown us curveball after curveball and when we sit down and think about how long this period of December 21 and the post December 21 arc has been, how much the story has weaved around?! There are so many things that have occurred that I NEVER expected and, like you, it's just everything I thought has clearly gone out the window. Part of it, I think, is the result of quimchee having to change the arrangement of her story, and god I would love to pick her brain about the things that changed, since Nol's injury was supposed to happen at the formal itself, we never would have had this extended period of hospital time, and it seems like everything about Nol and Shinae coming to realization with their feelings would have played out in a wholly different way than what we ended up getting, so on some level I think this is partly that quimchee, too, is sort of throwing herself cureveballs in that there are things she knows needs to happen and she isn't sure where or how to fit the other elements in? But that's just my guess.

On the one hand, I do feel very "WHAT WAS THE EXTENSION FOR IF NOT FOR RECONCILIATION?!" but beyond Stalkyoo, we have gotten a LOT of good stuff out of this period of time. We see Kousuke facing his cognitive dissonance for, perhaps, the first time, and the revelation that Yui has been drugging him (and likely for a long time, given the way Hansuke describe the dosage Kousuke had and that it merely knocked him out), and more than that, making those connections between Nol and Yui and tea, and wanting to face him. I'm STILL proud of him for wanting to go back and see Nol again, even after he couldn't face him, even after Hansuke found him on the floor of a public bathroom hugging a toilet from the remorse and guilt and perhaps shame of the realization of the ways he has hurt people - has hurt Nol! - who didn't deserve it. We have seen that Rand and Yujing are, in fact, working on something behind the scenes, that Rand is facing Yui as a real adversary now, not just someone who has been resigned to endure her for so many years now, but to actually fight against her. The entirety of Nol's birthday celebration could not have happened the way it did had he not been in the hospital, since he would have had to turn himself in, and while maybe the original plan was that they celebrated his birthday with Minhyuk's coming home party, I'm.... not sure if that would have been the case?

But at at any rate, I do acknowledge that despite the fact that it feels like Nol might be back at square one, that he and Shinae are back where they started in 151, such significant events HAVE taken place that I think will still affect the narrative future of ILY. I still feel strongly that part of Nol's trajectory is coming to terms with the fact that he does, indeed, belong here. That he isn't someone who wasn't meant to be, that he doesn't belong here. He belongs, and he deserves love. He is someone, not nothing. I still think one of his greater arcs will involve coming to embrace this, and while the negative events - Kousuke, Alyssa, Yui - feel like they could be setting him back, he is now equipped with knowledge and feelings he wasn't before. It can't hurt him the same. In fact, I think part of why his confrontation with Alyssa went the way it did was because he had had this experience with Shinae, Dieter, and Soushi, it illuminated everything that was so wrong with his relationship with Alyssa, how neither of them really know each other. It's that sense of foiling that allows him to put his foot down and say enough is enough. Even before it was revealed that Alyssa had come with Yui, it was clear that Nol was over the visit. Don't get me wrong - I understand why he couldn't see that Alyssa clearly was not well, that she was uncomfortable, that she had come to him with no one else to go to, much as he'd gone to Kousuke in the past when he lost his mom, and I also understand why he did the same thing Kousuke did and turned her away. But the point I'm getting at is, it feels like there was a shift. That birthday celebration illuminated something for Nol.

So it's kind of like, while it feels like this might have undone the progress Nol made, it can't undone the revelations he's had, and in that same way, it cannot cast shadow on his enlightenment. He is not the same Nol he was a week ago. Too much has changed, he's become aware of too much, and as such, he is going to respond differently to what comes his way, and while he may continue to try what he had originally intended, I think the difference is that he's now been made aware of things that impact the choices he makes.

But largely I don't really know what I expect just yet. I think it's very pointed that the lawyer reminded Shinae that she has his phone number; I don't think that would be called out if it wasn't going to be important in some way, but in terms of how are we going from here to there? Unsure lol. I think there HAS to be a resolution of some kind, whether it's a reconciliation or not, because Shinae is on this momentum swing that isn't going to stop until she crashes into something or she comes into a force of nature that stops her. Nothing, no one, has been able to reach her or get through to her, and I know it's just because of how much she's hurting, but she's lashing out at people and hurting THEM like a street cat swiping at people trying to help her. She's so terrified of losing Nol, especially now that he came back, especially now that she gave him the option to leave and he didn't and it rekindled that hope she gave him an opening to leave when it would have been easier and he didn't which just made it worse, because so much more was at stake. She can't stop fighting she can't stop trying because she cannot bear what it means to lose him for real this time, not when she finally had him back, not when that realization has come to her even if she won't admit it. She needs him, so what's going to make her give up?

Something has to transpire, whether it's a reconciliation or Nol pushing her away and really shattering her heart or something awful like that, to bring her to a halt, because I can't imagine how we would move into our mini time skip to spring/graduation with Shinae like this, right? So I think there must be some kind of resolution. My foolish, hopeless self wants so badly to hope for reconciliation but esp after 249 I am SO torn. I have two thoughts.

a. they reconcile. She can reach him, and convince him, and even though he is so afraid, he is also someone who folds in front of her, he struggles to resist her. He told her to convince him and boy she can convince him and even though he tells himself he isn't sure if these feelings are real because what if it's just because she's NICE to him I think hearing her confess her feelings would tell him how he feels and give him the answer.

b. But the alternative feels like a parallel to Nessa and Rand, because Nessa, too, was hurt over and over by someone who kept getting her hopes up and getting hurt by him. Shinae gave Nol the opportunity to leave and he didn't, he stayed and doing so sparked her hope, made her feel things, they shared these tender, intimate moments together and forced that realization to come to mind, but for him to push her away again, for her safety, to make choices on her behalf even though she's told him she hates that and she doesn't want him to. Imagine her pulling a Nessa and calling him scum lfkjajkfkjfjkfaj ;A;!!!!! Imagine her so angry and hurt and resentful and saying awful things she doesn't mean and GOD I feel like it can go only one of these ways because what ELSE is going to stop her in her tracks?!

And I really want a reconciliation because parting like this sets them up for SO. MUCH. STRIFE. Because we know one way or another Shinae is going to end up taking Yui's offer and if Nol leaves on these terms, he would end up thinking she's following in Alyssa's footsteps doing so, not understanding WHY she's doing, not understanding that this is Shinae's only way of protecting herself, learning to speak Yui's language and play her game.

and idk I know I'm a hopeful optimist reading a webtoon that proves to me over and over that I cannot be a hopeful optimist but LMAO GOD I WANT SHINAE TO CONVINCE THAT DUMBO

I've said it before that convincing him doesn't mean they have to get into a relationship. Just. Reconcile. She's so afraid of LOSING HIM, thinking that once he slips away he's out of her grasp, her sight, for good, that she will lose the best thing that happened to her and I WANT THAT RECONCILATION. I want her to convince him, for both their sakes. So that he knows he has someone he can go back to. So that she knows he's not just throwing her away. So that she doesn't have to fear losing something so precious and important.

Am I foolish and hopeful for hoping for that outcome? Maybe, but it won't stop me LMAO because as delicious and angsty as Shinae and Nol following in Ressa's footsteps with Nol hurting her again and leaving her so hurt and angry is, I want to see them on that same page. I want to see Shinae convince him - convince him why he is so important to her, and that his feelings are real. That's the thing, right, like.... you can tell yourself that your feelings aren't real, but if the person you like confesses to you, your heart will inevitably betray you and respond to the confession. Nol fears for Shinae's safety but important puzzle pieces are falling into place. She has figured what he fears the most - and if she thinks hard enough she'll realize how she can use that to her "advantage", in that Rand has told her Yui will never let her go, that it doesn't matter if Nol leaves or not. It goes back to my oft repeated sentiment of them needing to be on the same page, to be a team, because his absence will not protect her. And between what Rand told her, plus her anecdotes about Kousuke's birthday and how Yui treated her even before the formal, and what Yujing told Nol about Kousuke being drugged by Yui, maybe, just MAYBE that conclusion that wasn't only him all along will finally hit him. I know he can't change over night, that he has so many deeply ingrained fears that won't be easily assuaged, but I have to hope that a confession from Shinae can convince him that the alternative is worse. Convince him to fight along side her ;A;

I go back and forth on this thought but I think this is strongly what I feel right now. That reconciliation could still be around the corner, even if it's just an admission and a promise to not push her away. Shinae is tired of people acting on her behalf, tired of not getting a say, and especially in something that involves her heart, her feelings?

Go fight girl and maybe bite him if that's what it takes ;A;

STEALING HER BANDANA. HER LINES. HERT HEART. THIS MAN DESERVES TO BE LOCKED AWAY

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#I Love Yoo #ILY Brainrot #ILY Ask #ILY Spoilers #ILY FP #Shinae Yoo #Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn #Stalkyoo #Aegi #oh you know just me wailing into the night about stalkyoo nbd alkfjjkafjkafjkajfkajfjaf lmao #I PLANNED TO ANSWER THIS AND BE CHILL BUT I DON'T HAVE CHILL and then when i was wailing about Shinae giving Nol the chance to leave and ho #part of why she is so desperate is she can't lose him again not when she almost did not when he came back not when she gave him the chance #to leave and he chose to stay and saw the parallel to Nessa and Rand and it was just ALL DOWNHILL FROM THERE LMAO #AGONY #ANGUISH #PLS PLS PLS LET ME GET WHAT I WANT #lmao #plssssssssssssssssssssss #can you imagine how awful it would be if they didn't reconcile until post time skip?!#jesus christ HOW do you even reconcile after that?!#HOWLS FOREVER

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Masterlist ☆ Heart Without Beat Masterlist

HEART WITHOUT BEAT: Chapter Four

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Notes: Cof cof* I got slightly carried away with this chapter. I wasn't going to end where it did, but if I kept going, the chapter would get VERY big! And big chapters are tiring to check for possible mistakes (if with 2k words I already make a lot of mistakes 🥲). So, let's leave more angst for next time! This chapter was more to introduce your new life, your current relationship with the Sullys; the way you had to mature and how you are dealing with past events. Well, it will be better built up next time, I promise!

Summary: Time passed, you grew up, and a new life began.

Warnings: Injuries, blood, a little anguish.

Word Count: 4,8k

Yawntutsyìp (n) - Dear; little loved one

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Time has no mercy. It will always be in constant 'motion', advancing its seconds, minutes, hours… and all we are left with are memories. Memories of things that have already happened and will never come back.

Memories of good and bad times. They should be enough to overcome the feeling of longing. The constant need to relive what has long ended.

As painful as it may be, those who are gone will only continue to exist as long as you keep thinking about them. And remembering moments that will never come again is certainly something that hurts more than a thousand needles piercing the flesh.

In the end, everyone will have to grow up. And as you mature, the dark will no longer be your worst nightmare. With responsibilities, the weight of life is finally crushing on your shoulders.

And if you are not strong enough, you will be your own worst enemy.

Years passed and, as the inevitable, you grew up. You were now the best warrior of your age, or nearly so. You were second only to Neteyam, but not an absolute loss, since you didn't have a glaring difference in skills.

You have become more agile, more consistent with your own movements; your aim with bow and arrow has become exceptional and your hand-to-hand combat is fluid. Jake has certainly taken great pride in your evolution, and you are happy to make him happy.

After your mother's death, Jake and Neytiri became almost like father figures to you. They welcomed you with the greatest love they could provide. They cared for you, held you through nightmare nights, and were thrilled to see your development. You were lucky to have them.

And it is because of this trust that you have built up with them over all these years, that now, as a warrior, you are on your first direct contact mission with the People of Heaven.

You, Neteyam and Lo'ak have been tasked with being aerial observers. Stay on the lookout in case some strange flying machine came close to the place where the warriors were looting the equipment. That was the initial plan.

But you live with the Sully family, and if there's one thing you've learned over all these years…it's how extremely difficult they can be to deal with.

"Bro, we have to go there", Lo'ak said, nodding his head down to where several Na'vi were gathering weapons and ammo.

"No chance, Dad will skin us-", Neteyam didn't even finish his speech before you walked in on the middle of the conversation with a not at all happy expression on your face.

"Lo'ak, don't be an imbecile and just follow the orders laid down."

It may have sounded rude, but you were used to treating each other like that. You were best friends after all. However, no matter how much you loved Lo'ak and his exploitative ways, you hated the way he often acted recklessly. So you and Neteyam were always there to put his head on straight. But sometimes it wasn't enough.

"What are you two afraid of? Aren't you two the best warriors? Don't be cowards." The second question came out as a taunt. It was typical of Lo'ak.

You didn't blame him for being jealous of the visibility his brother, and even you, received. Lo'ak also wanted to be seen, to be praised. And well, many saw him, but the preoccupation of the constant war just didn't allow that to be shown in the right way. Lo'ak was like a neglected child. He felt alone just as you did before you met him. That was why he was so special to you.

You didn't like many of Jake's attitudes, but you knew that some of them were necessary.

Death in war has no age. Much less does she expect a child to grow up to be able to deal with such situations. So there are just different sides of the story, not who is more wrong.

It turns out that regardless of the case, choices have consequences.

"Lo'ak, don't make me repeat- Lo'ak!!", you hissed at him and then growled in indignation as you saw that Neteyam came down right behind Lo'ak toward the ground. You felt like you were taking care of babies. "What the hell!"

Instead of following them too, you continued flying overhead to keep an eye on the 'aircraft', as Jake instructed you. If you were going to protect them, it was best to do it the smart way.

Despite that, you never took your eyes off the two down there. Her ear twitched as she realized that Lo'ak had a weapon in his hands, with Neteyam at his side, probably trying to convince him to come back. You would have continued watching if not for incoming enemy reinforcements.

You would promptly go to alert Jake of the approach, but just as the object located you, it began firing in your direction. "Shit."

You started flying with agility, making fluid movements but also abrupt to divert the shots toward you. There was a moment then that you finally got an opening to finally press the communication device on your neck. Not that it was very useful now, Jake probably had noticed the new drive.

"Jake, new vehicles in the sky!"

Jake's response wasn't long in coming, but he certainly wasn't happy: "I already know! Why the delay with the message? You guys need to report it right away, dammit!"

You unconsciously flinched a bit, "I'm sorry, sir...", you didn't have time to apologize before new shots came your way. Catching the sound of an explosion in the distance, you prayed that Neteyam and Lo'ak had long since left and were safe.

Even with her agile movements, one of the shots ended up grazing her thigh. It wasn't a fatal wound, but it certainly cut deep. You winced at the painful sensation of the cut, but relaxed a little when you realized that they finally managed to explode and bring down the aircraft.

You noticed that Jake was taking off again, with an extra body in his Ikran. Lo'ak was flying behind him with his head down, looking shaken. You startled slightly when a deep, angry voice reached your ears through the headphones: "Back off. Let's go back to base."

You arrived shortly after Jake and Neytiri landed. You had trouble getting off your Ikran. Her thigh throbbed. You could feel your heart beating in the place of the wound, the blood trickling down to your foot. You winced, but you weren't sure if it was from the impact with the ground or the way Jake looked like he was going to rip your heads off. Lo'ak and Neteyam were already in formation, it wouldn't be good if you took longer.

"What did I order you to do? What were your duties?? Hm?!", Jake paced back and forth staring at the two in front of him, turning around only when he realized you had arrived.

"We're supposed to be watching-"

"Right. Watching. At a distance!", he growled, "I send the geniuses to war and you disobey direct orders! God."

Kiri and Tuk soon arrive at the location as well. Kiri going directly to his older brother to analyze his bruises and Tuk going into Neytiri's arms.

"Kiri, go help your grandmother with the injured, please." Jake tried to throw her off. He wasn't finished with his scolding, not anytime soon were his children going to escape.

But Kiri, not happy with the proposal, just countered: "Father, my brother is injured."

"Tuk, go with her. Come on, both of you." Rolling her eyes, Kiri huffed out of there. Tuk followed closely behind, she hated to see her brothers hurt, but most of all, her father fighting with them. She hated that Lo'ak had to get into trouble.

You were glad that Kiri hadn't seen her wound as well, since it was a little behind her thigh, a place her vision couldn't reach. She probably wouldn't have left the scene if she had known.

"Sir, I take full responsibility-"

"Yes, you do. You must. You are the eldest, you should act like it."

Her ears flattened against her head at the harsh words. Not knowing what to do, you looked down at the floor. Neteyam was not to blame for anything that had happened. He didn't deserve that reprimand, much less that all that responsibility was placed on his shoulders.

You noticed how Lo'ak was also cowering, the only thing you wanted now was to hug him and tell him everything was fine. Everything would be fine.

Jake looked at you now, making you flinch. "You did well not to go with the idiots. Someone needs to follow orders here." What should have been a compliment was more like a stab through her heart. Would Lo'ak and Neteyam be mad at you for getting attention even in this situation? You didn't want that.

Your leg was going numb from the blood loss and you wanted to scream from the pain. It stung, badly. As a warrior you were supposed to endure it. As a living being you wanted to cry. The whole situation was frustrating. It all could have been avoided. You wanted to hit Lo'ak for his recklessness – but how much of it was your fault?

You were in a war. Any one of you could get hurt; the perimeter where battles take place is in constant danger. But it was certain that there were things that could be avoided.

You nodded at Jake's statement, and when he finally looked away, you finally relaxed your shoulder. But only for an instant. You let out a low, pained groan. The burning in your leg was becoming unbearable at this point.

Neytiri who was nearby, opening her mouth to warn her husband of the fact that her son was indeed bleeding, immediately fell silent. She promptly turned her head towards you and looked for the reason for her discomfort.

She took a few steps towards you quickly, alerted to your status. "Yawntutsyìp? What happened?"

You backed up a little. Damn. Neytiri would be worried and you would surely get a scolding. "It's nothing, really-", your words were invalidated as soon as Neytiri saw the cut on your leg.

You noticed his face of astonishment and fear. Her ears twitched and her tail was wagging restlessly behind her, showing her instant stress. "Silly child! Why didn't you tell me you were hurt??"

Jake focused attention on you again at her mate's words. He looked down at the wound on her thigh and his frown deepened. Neteyam was alarmed and Lo'ak confused. Would he feel even more guilty knowing you're hurt too? It wasn't his fault, it was his lack of skills.

The domino effect. It's hard to keep everyone satisfied.

"It's not-", you thought to again deny the seriousness of the situation – even though it really wasn't an emergency. But you thought better of it, swallowed and just said the truth: "It was that aircraft. I tried to swerve, but one of the shots ended up grazing me."

"And why did you just keep quiet? You should have said, don't be quiet when you're hurt!" Neteyam boiled over. He wasn't angry directly at you, but at himself for not noticing. He was angry that he had left you alone, and frustrated that you had hidden it. You just looked away from him; you wouldn't have a good argument now.

Jake snorted at the impending stress. His head was throbbing from the sequence of events, and his mood was definitely not the best. Looking at Neytiri, who was already giving him a firm look, as if to tell him to say something about his actions, Jake looked away half-heartedly, and said, "Dismissed. Both of you, go heal."

Jake ordered Lo'ak to stay behind; he still had some words for him. But you were no longer there to listen, you just hoped Lo'ak would be okay. Neytiri was accompanying you and Neteyam, one of her hands meeting firmly on your shoulder. She would surely have scolded you more if it hadn't been for the fact that Jake had already done enough.

Your leg was more painful now, so you were limping much more. Neteyam approached you, took your arms and put you over his shoulder, while he supported you from behind. "Lean your weight on me."

You didn't want his help. Not out of pride but because he was hurt too. He should worry more about himself. "You shouldn't exert yourself, you have big cuts on your back." You took a break. "What happened?"

"Explosion." It was the only thing he said and you didn't insist anymore.

Upon arriving and entering Mo'at's tent, Neytiri helped you to a seat, while Neteyam stepped aside to sit across from his grandmother. Kiri promptly went to get more herbs to grind and help her grandmother with the dressings. Not even a few minutes later Lo'ak arrived at the tent as well, along with Spider.

Kiri was in charge of taking care of you while your grandmother was taking care of Neteyam beside you. You were happy, Kiri was good at using medicine that didn't burn as much.

"Eywa. What a nasty cut", she grimaced as she said. You laughed at her mocking face. If Kiri wasn't sincere with her words (which she actually was in many situations), her facial expression spoke for itself.

Neteyam tried to get a better look at his wound, but he was interrupted by the burning sensation on his back. He also wanted Kiri to tend to his injuries. Not that he disliked his grandmother's care, but she was sometimes too rough. "Ow. Ow. Ow!"

"Hold still. Stop moving around so much", Mo'at pressed more ointment into Neteyam's cuts, causing him to complain even more. You laughed and he looked crookedly at you.

Lo'ak who was standing next to Neteyam watching his brother suffer through recovery, was laughing at his situation. "Own, the baby wants a kiss?"

Kiri rolled her eyes and walked away from you momentarily, only to pick up another grinding tool. "I would use yalna bark."

"Huh? And who is Tsahik?", Mo'at countered. She could be very difficult at times, and Kiri was frustrated by that.

"You, Grandma. Turns out yalna bark would burn less." Kiri came back to you and approached her wound. She got some of the ointment on her fingers, slowly and carefully she applied it to her wound.

You shivered slightly. It clearly didn't burn as much as Neteyam's looked like it was burning. But it still caused a numbness.

You looked outside the tent as a distraction. Neytiri had long since left the tent and left you and Neteyam for the necessary care. Now she found herself crouched beside Jake talking about something. They looked serious and shaken.

It broke your heart. You hated to see them sad. You would do anything, anything at all, to make each of those people important to you happy.

Her ear wilted a little. Kiri just assumed it was because of the bruise, but Neteyam noticed her melancholy. He followed her gaze and understood her sadness. He did not want to disappoint his parents in any way. He works hard every day to make them proud. Then he felt guilty when it happened.

It was all so difficult.

After finally finishing the healing session, her wound was patched up nicely with a bandage wrapped around it to protect it. It had been a while since you left Mo'at's hut, now you were sitting on one of the tallest rocks in High Camp. You enjoyed hanging out there, watching the eclipse, observing all the beautiful flora that made up your planet, your home.

Breathing in the fresh air of the new night, your heart was soothed by the tranquility. Today was a full, tiring day. Constantly dealing with wars wore her down, even if today was her first time in the field. The adrenaline of everyone around her, the tension that overwhelms her clan. It's all very suffocating.

Growing up was good. You learned new things, understood the true meaning of things. You become freer, in a way. But it's also scary. Growing up you get new responsibilities, new decisions to make. It is oppressive in many cases.

Sometimes your only wish was to go back to being a child again.

Where you would be lying next to Neytiri, listening to the incredible stories of your past life. Where Jake would run after you like an imaginary monster, even though you were a little too big for that…

Or even the time your mother was here.

You missed her so, so much. Missing your affection, your hugs, your tender kisses. The loving way she cared for you and was always there to help you. The sound of her laugh, the way her nose crinkled up when she was angry.

You miss every moment with your mother. It was painful and often you felt alone because of it. Even though Jake and Neytiri were always there to tell you that everything was okay. You were loved.

Her eyes filled with tears at the feeling of longing. Being alone in these moments was good precisely because of that, you could release some of this oppressed hurt inside you.

But then your ear was able to hear a thud close to you. You were startled and quickly began to dry your tears in case it was someone. But you already sensed the presence right next to you, if the person had noticed you well enough, they would have known that you were crying.

The person silently sat down to the side. You kept your head down, away from the figure's gaze, but that made it impossible for you to know who was beside you.

A few seconds passed in silence. Just the nocturnal sound of the forest covering the environment, calming everyone's hearts. You were able to hear a silent sigh before finally hearing the individual's voice. Her ear perked up at the sound.

"Are you okay?"

You didn't answer the question, too embarrassed that he saw you in that situation. Neteyam was always perceptive when it came to those close to you with negative emotions.

But beyond that. He knew when you were in a state of distress. When you were suffering from your inner demons. You were grateful that he was kind enough to help you, but you were frustrated to be caught in such a vulnerable state. In your mind, it was shameful.

Having received no answers, Neteyam cleared his throat and directed his gaze at you. "Does anything else hurt?"

"No. Kiri did a good job", you replied simply. If you continued with your silence, Neteyam would make sure you were okay before leaving you alone again. He was difficult sometimes.

"May I ask why you are crying?" The question came out as a simple, soothing whisper, a whisper where only you were able to hear.

To be honest, it was not the first time that Neteyam had found you in such a delicate state. Just as it was not new that he comforted you every time.

Turns out you felt like a nuisance. Just one more problem to deal with in an environment that was already upset because of the various responsibilities. Neteyam already had a lot to deal with: his training as an Olo'eyktan, caring for his younger brothers, his development as a warrior... you didn't want to be a hindrance anymore.

So you suffered in silence. Alone. But it was really impossible to escape Neteyam's doe eyes. He would always know when you were distressed, in need of support. He knew that although you pretended to be a mighty warrior, without weaknesses, you were as fragile as any other child.

And Neteyam didn't blame you for that. You had been through a lot in your life, in your childhood. So he did his best to make you understand that you were no longer a burden on his back. He took care of you because he cared. Neteyam hated to see you in this state.

"I don't…", you sighed, "Same old same old. I just miss my mother."

You still had your head down, refusing to meet Neteyam's gaze. But he was already looking at your face in profile, from the moment you started talking. Lately you've noticed how his gaze has lingered a little longer on your features. You assumed it to be more concern, so you didn't think too much.

Neteyam slowly raised his arm and rested his hand on your neck, near the nape of your neck, giving a little pressure in place. You tensed under the sudden touch, but it lasted only an instant. You soon relaxed at the warm contact on your skin.

More tears filled your eyes and you held them back as long as you could. It wasn't time to cry anymore, you couldn't be a crybaby forever. Her body trembled slightly, a sob wanting to escape her throat.

Eywa. What was all that whining about now? It had just been a tiring day, but you should be able to handle it. Neteyam must certainly consider you a pain in the ass.

"You can cry, you know. It won't make you weaker", he paused. "It's okay, I'm here."

And then you found yourself unable to hold it in any longer. It was unfair. It was unfair the way Neteyam had the power to make you crumble in seconds. The way he could see into your soul with just one look.

You laid your head on Neteyam's shoulder, hiding your face as endless sobs and tears escaped you.

In all those years, you and Neteyam had become good friends, close friends. You supported each other in each and every circumstance; whether Neteyam was suffering because of new scoldings from his father or tired from the increasing responsibilities of each day, it was you who were there to calm him down. To tell him that everything would be fine, everything would pass.

He loved to hear your soothing whispers.

Neteyam loved how confident you were, with the soul of a leader. But at the same time, it was fragile. And that just like a child, you needed affection and protection.

Just as you cared for Neteyam, he cared for you, being there whenever you needed him. Neteyam would be there to calm your nightmares, silence your agonizing screams or comfort you on sleepless nights.

A smile opened on Neytiri's lips whenever she saw you together, the way you treated each other. The way the two of you, together, cared for Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk like the most precious people in the world.

You would be strong warriors in adulthood. Individually, but mostly united. You and Neteyam were two parts that completed each other and that is what made you so powerful. But just as unity is a strength, it can also be your greatest weakness.

Neteyam was understanding with you, allowing you to cry as much as necessary for your heart to be at peace. He lowered his arm from the back of your neck to your waist, slowly embracing you. Conveying warmth and protection.

Neteyam noticed how much you liked hugs. This became more frequent after her mother's death. Neytiri was the one who gave you that kind of affection the most, always there, willing to hug you and caress her hair, like a mother would. And you were forever grateful for that, you missed that kind of love so much.

So when you felt the firm arms around you, you sank even deeper into the embrace.

You stayed there until you calmed down. All that was left were silent sniffles and your sighs.

Night had already arrived and Pandora's night lighting came to life. It was so beautiful. You loved looking at the life around you, appreciating the creation of the Great Mother. It is unfair that the People of Heaven come here to take such goods as if they had a right. If the mother, creator of their planet, was dying, it is their own fault; it's selfish to want to get it from somewhere else now.

But that's what humans are, isn't it? Selfish, sinful, and monstrous. You learned as you grew up that they are not all bad, there were good humans too, like those who lived next to you. But compared to the number of those who wanted to break up your home, it was something very small.

But there was really no use dwelling on this. Your only option was to fight, to fight these intruders and to protect your people.

That was the only way to nip this evil in the bud. Fight.

"We should go now, it's late. Your parents will be worried", you said, already pulling away from Neteyam's warm embrace. You felt awkward at the loss, but didn't think much of it.

"Right. We should." Despite him agreeing, Neteyam still took a good look at your face to make sure you really looked better. You were great at changing the focus of the scene, so he knew he should keep a closer eye on you.

Standing up, you stretched slightly before inhaling a copious amount of air. The night was cool today.

You and Neteyam started walking leisurely towards your Marui. Upon arrival, you smelled delicious food, apparently dinner was already ready. It was at that moment that you noticed how hungry you were, the day was definitely full, you didn't even remember what your last meal was.

You went in first, with Neteyam right behind. As you entered, Tuk was the first to spot your presence. She ran up to you immediately.

With its impact on your body, you took a step back, bracing yourself with your injured leg. You let out a silent groan of discomfort, which by the looks of it, didn't escape Neteyam's exceptional hearing.

"Tuk, more careful!"

Tuk startled and turned away from you with her ears perked. She had completely forgotten about your injury. Tuk made you feel pain, didn't she?

You noticed that Tuk's big eyes filled minimally with water. You immediately went to hug her and comfort her from the fright. "No, no, it's all right. You didn't hurt me, it was just unintentional, hm?", you made her look at you, "How about you show me what we have to eat today?"

Tuk nodded and soon a shy smile took over her lip. She took one of your hands and carefully pulled you over to the campfire, near Neytiri, who was finishing chopping some fruit.

Neteyam just sighed and went to sit down too, between Jake and Lo'ak. Neytiri had given her permission to start eating after a brief thank you to Eywa. You had a good morsel, already basking in the gaze. You were starving.

Dinner was silent. It wasn't such an oppressive silence, but it certainly wasn't as cozy. Everyone was on edge. This is the expected result of a war.

Today's results were good from a technical side. But bad from a family side. Neteyam was in a lot of danger, who knows what could have happened... no, it was better not to think about it. The important thing was that he was here now, along with all of you.

You noticed how Lo'ak seemed more sullen too. In those hours he would be making some disgusting joke just to annoy Kiri, but he was quiet. You didn't know if it was from Jake's scolding, the punishment, or the way he felt guilty about his brother. Either way, you would have to stroke his sorrows a little later.

After everyone finished eating and felt full, you helped Neytiri put away the utensils that were used for eating, and then everyone began to organize themselves to finally rest. The energy was depleted and everyone there seemed very stressed. A good sleep should be enough.

You, as always, snuggled between Kiri and Neteyam. Tuk still couldn't sleep away from her parents, so she slept between Neytiri and Jake, but still close to her sister. And Lo'ak slept on the other side of Neteyam.

Many times you woke up in the middle of the night to find half of Lo'ak's body on top of Neteyam. Sometimes you even got a kick or two. But it wasn't too inconvenient, as the warmth of your considerably new family soothed your spirit. It was a kind of tranquilizer for you.

Releasing the air you didn't even know you were holding, you stared at the ceiling for a few more seconds, before closing your eyes to try to drift off to sleep. You fixed your attention on the quiet sighs and snores of the others. They already seemed to have begun to fall asleep, really no longer able to stay awake.

Another day has gone. And all you hope, no, all you pray for, is that better days will come ahead. You hope to find peace one day. No aliens on your planet, no destruction.

Just you, your family, and your beautiful home, flourishing as it should be.

As Eywa made it to be.

🏷; @mashiromochi @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @narutoboi @ilovejakesullysdick

God, it took work to post this chapter 😭

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