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margotw10bis · 2 months

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Friendly Marriage.JJK Drabble 1

bestfriend!Jungkook/husband!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: drabble; fluff (non-idol Jungkook)

Words: 1k

Synopsis: Jungkook and you go to a bar with your friends but your best friend feels unsecure

"Steal My Girl" drabble from Friendly Marriage (this takes place after Jungkook and Y/N got married and before the main story)

"Oh come on! Stop pouting" You urge Jungkook, pinching his cheek

He growls and claps your hand away. He is still mad about what happened to the bar earlier, even if it has been more than two hours.

It was a great evening, Jungkook and you enjoying the great company of your friends. You had at good laugh, joking about how your friends asked you again if you were dating. You denied it but maybe the fact that Jungkook had his arm around your shoulders, basically cuddling you, was disturbing. It didn’t help that you buried your face into the crook of his neck when alcohol started making you tipsy.

"You’re okay, wifey?" He asked softly in your ear and you hummed for a response

The light movement made your lips brushed against his throat, sending shivers down to Jungkook’s spine. He tightened his hold and pressed you deeper against his side. He pecked the top of your head. When you lifted up your head and looked around the table, you definitely saw the look on your friends’ faces: ‘there is no way they aren’t dating’. The message was clear at the way they eyed you.

You smiled a little when you remembered that it was after a night like that, hanging out at the bar with those same friends, that Jungkook had the crazy idea to get married not so long ago.

"He’s my hubby" You said, just like it explained everything

"You are married but not dating. That doesn’t even make sense!" Jimin exclaimed with frustration

"It does for us" Jungkook stated "I love Y/N and she loves me, because we are best friends"

Your friends gave up on reasoning you that best friends don’t get married. Sharing a look with Jungkook, you both knew that yes, best friends get married if they are the most important person in each other’s life. You were the living proof of that and Jungkook pretended to give Jimin the finger but lifted up his forefinger, shining with the recent silver band.

So yeah, honestly, everything was great. Until you went to the bar desk and ordered drinks. Well, the problem was not that. The problem was that a fucking guy approached you and flirted with you. At first, you smiled politely — because you are too nice and too sweet to tell people to fuck away. But then, when the guy became more insistent, you felt like you had to give him a big fat ‘no’. You showed him your ring. Yet, the guy didn’t fucking care.

At first, your best friend/husband watched the scene almost amused. It wasn’t rare that you were hitting on and honestly, Jungkook can understand why. You are so pretty and when people get to know you, they can only love you. But you clearly notified the stranger that you were not interested. Then why was he still insisting?

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to stand up with a irritated growl and join you. He got a bribe of the guy’s words ‘Come on, sugar, he doesn’t have to know’. That fucking pissed him off. He strategically places himself behind you and wrapped his tattooed arm around you to bring you against his chest. He hold you tight and someway he relaxed when your left hand landed on his forearm and caressed it to calm Jungkook now. You knew that your best friend could easily punch the guy, especially with his boxing license — but that was exactly the reason why he couldn’t punch anyone outside a ring. He said something like ‘I’m the husband so get the fuck out of here’. The harsh tone and the noticeable clenched fists seemed to convince the stranger to skedaddle.

Since then, you have kept teasing him. It’s not your fault he looked like a jealous boyfriend. Well, you know that Jungkook is protective over you but, sometimes, it feels like he is getting a little too much into the ‘husband character’ — maybe you are too. Just an example of that is when Jungkook was making breakfast the other day and that you hugged him from behind, enjoying the warmth coming from his naked back. You even gave him a peck, rewarded by a pleasant hum from Jungkook, before you realized that it might be a little too much for best friends and absolutely right between spouses…

"Sorry for ruining your one night stand" He mumbles as he falls on the couch

"Come on, Kookie" You tell him softly

You sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

"I know you did it for protecting me. So I thank you for that. But you have to let me deal with those situations, I’m a grown up woman" You explain, drawing circles on his chest with your fingers because you know that will ease him

There are so many things that you know about each other.

"I know but I was just worried. I hate that everyone is trying to steal you from me" He confesses

You lift up your head to look at his face. You hate to see a hint of pain in his beautiful doe eyes. How can he think that? Jungkook is the most important person in your life. Didn’t he listen to anything you said on your wedding three months ago? ‘Thank you so much for being in my life and loving me. I’m the luckiest person on Earth and I will keep being it as long as you are with me’. Didn’t he get it?

"Kook" You say so lowly that it’s almost a whisper "No one is trying to steal me from you" Your best friend scoffs at that "And I’m not willing to let anyone do it. Look at the ring on my finger" You lift up your left hand "This is a promise. I promised you and you promised me. This marriage is you and me. And it was your idea so you’re stuck with me now"

You both chuckle and Jungkook grabs your hand.

"You and me, forever" He tells you, making the same promise all over again

#bts fanfic #bts #fanfic #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jjk #jjk x reader #bts drabble #drabble #friendly marriage #friendly marriage drabble

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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The Seer pt II

Summary: Hunter’s not quite sure what to make of the fake psychic who’s dragged him into this actual nightmare. But he does know that he’s not about to leave her to deal with it on her own.

Pairing: Pre Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 1009

Warnings: Discussions of Order 66

Prompt: "Are you mad at me? It's okay if you are. I mad at me, too."

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I finally decided to write another part to this, and it's probably going to be slow burn Hunter x reader, if I can keep it up, lol. The next part will be them running from the spirits again.

The first time Hunter met her, it was because of Phee. Phee dragged him and his brothers to her shop, and honestly, Hunter didn’t think much of her at the time.

He thought that she had a cute face, even though it was covered in make-up. And he thought that she had a nice voice, when she wasn’t adding that wispy flare to it.

But that was it.

The scent of the shop gave him a migraine, so he kept his distance. Plus, Omega was a little wary around her, so Hunter was careful to make sure that his youngest sibling wouldn’t have to spend time with her.

He can’t help but wonder if all of that was a facade to make people want to avoid her.

Hunter had been genuinely surprised to hear that she changed the incense that she used, simply because it gave him a migraine. It made no sense. It wasn’t as though they were friends, after all.

Surprised…and touched.

People don’t do things simply to make his life easier. At least, not in his experience.

Still, if he had known that becoming friendly with her was going to lead to this…he would have stayed away.

“Hunter? Are you awake?” Her voice is quiet, and for a moment, Hunter considers pretending that he’s still asleep.

But he’s not that much of an asshole.

“Yeah.” He says quietly, “I’m awake. Why are you awake?”

He hears movement and he turns his head to see her sitting up, the thin blanket that he managed to grab from the marauder pooling around her thighs, “It’s cold.” She replies quietly.

Hunter sits up and looks at her closely. She’s shivering, though it’s not that cold. In fact, he’s totally comfortable without a blanket. “Because of the spirits?” He asks.

“Probably,” She pulls the blanket up over her shoulders, trying to stop the shivering, “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.”

She ducks her head, “For getting you involved.” She pushes her hair behind her ears, only for it to fall back in her face. Her hair tie broke earlier when one of the spirits got too close.

Hunter sighs heavily, and pulls his bandana off, “Here, use this to tie your hair out of your face.”

“...but it’s yours.”

“And I’m letting you use it. Don’t question it.”

“I…right. Sorry.” She quickly fashions it into a headband, and uses it to push the hair out of her face.

Hunter nods once, and lays back down, folding his arms under his head, “You should get some rest. I doubt those spirits are going to give up, so we’ll be running in the morning.”

“...right.”

He tilts his head slightly, there’s something uneasy in her scent, and Hunter frowns. “What’s wrong?”

She’s quiet for a moment, “Are you mad at me?”

Hunter immediately sits back up, “What?”

“It’s okay if you are!” She adds quickly, her eyes wide, “I…I’m mad at myself, too.”

“I’m not mad at you, copikla.” Hunter corrects with a frown, “Why would you think that?” The familiar mando’a word falls from his lips with ease and he internally cringes, please don’t let her know enough Mando’a to know what it means.

Even in the dim light, he’s able to see her brows furrow and her lips moved as she mimicked the word, though she doesn’t seem too inclined to rip his head off or ask him what it means, so Hunter’s happy to take the win.

“It’s…dumb.” She says slowly.

“Tell me anyway.”

She makes a face, “The spirits…they’re very chatty-”

“Wait, wait, wait. You can understand them?” Hunter slides closer to her, “What are they saying? All I hear is static.”

“All sorts of things,” She replies with a small frown, “None of it is nice-”

“Come on, copikla.” Hunter prods, “Give me something to work with.”

“They say it’s my fault!” She blurts, “They say…they say I could have saved them, and that it’s my fault that they’re dead. They say that I wanted them dead and I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!”

“Hey! Hey, hey.” Hunter reaches out and cups her face, “The Purge wasn’t your fault.” Because what else could she mean, “And of course you didn’t want them dead.”

“But…they’re right. I could have saved them-”

“No. No, you couldn’t have.”

She stares at him, her eyes wide, and Hunter leans in to press his forehead against hers, forcing her to keep eye contact with him.

“Palpatine was going to see the Jedi murdered no matter what. If it wasn’t the clones it was going to be something else.” Hunter tightens his hold on her cheeks, “What happened, it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have prevented it from happening. No one could have.”

She presses her hands over his, “...I miss them.”

“I know.” Hunter’s voice is soft, “Did you ever give yourself the chance to mourn them?”

She shakes her head.

“I’m sorry.”

She closes her eyes, “Yeah, well…Palpatine killed all of my people…but he’s doing the same to all of yours. So, I’m sorry too.”

Hunter feels a sharp pang, he had never been close to many of the regs. But they were still his brothers, weren’t they? “Well, there’s nothing to do about it, is there?”

“...yeah. I guess.”

Hunter lightly releases her, before he presses a light kiss to her forehead, and then he pulls away. She presses her hand against her forehead and stares at him, wide eyed, “I’m not mad at you.” Hunter says, “And I’m not going to let these spirits kill you. There will be no more dead jedi. Not on my watch.”

Something in her gaze softens, “...thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now. Come here. You can share my body heat until the sun rises.”

She regards him silently for a moment, and then she nods. She shifts so that she’s pressed against his side, and Hunter folds his arms around her, “Good night, copikla.”

“What does that even mean?” She mumbles against his chest.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing bad.”

#star wars #tbb #star wars au #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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roosterforme · 1 year

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The Deployment Diaries Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley would never want to be with someone else during a deployment, and he would expect the same from you.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, adult banter, smut, non-consensual kissing and touching

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

You met Chelsea the next day when she dropped lunch off for Josh. She was cute and bubbly and seemed nice, but she was eyeing you warily, even after you'd talked to her for a bit. Maybe she thought Josh was working too many hours, because you were demanding it. But when you mentioned to her that staying late was by no means mandatory, she looked even more uneasy. "She's like that," Josh said later that afternoon. "Always worrying about things." "Well, she is your wife. I mean, I might be concerned with how much you're working if I were her."

Josh eyed you up and down, and it made you feel slightly uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's not what she's worried about. But anyway, we're supposed to go wine tasting this weekend. You should come with us. Sonya and Reggie too." Nothing wrong with a group hang. And Bradley wasn't a huge fan of wine, so this might be something fun you'd never get to do otherwise. "Sure, send me the details." "You staying late today?" he asked you. "Yeah, so is Sonya." Josh's brow pinched into a frown at this information, but he just nodded his head. And when you mentioned the wine tasting to Sonya, she was really excited about it. Josh looked less enthusiastic than he had earlier, even though he was the one who originally mentioned it. He was acting weird now, and you just did not enjoy dealing with moody men. At least Bradley was usually even tempered. It generally took a lot to get him stirred up. -------------------------------------------- A few days later, back on the carrier, Bradley was still thinking about how you had touched yourself and let him watch. He was endlessly horny now, and he just wanted to be home in the worst way. He missed your little routines together. He missed playing with your necklace charms while you snuggled on his chest. He missed telling you about his day and getting your feedback. You made him feel like his ideas and opinions were important. And he missed the way you got nostalgic for stories about his parents, even though you'd never met them. "I'm thinking about going to get my mom's ring as soon as we get back," he told Nat over lunch one day in the cafeteria. "Really?" Nat asked, and her smile looked just like the Cheshire Cat. "I recall you once telling me you tossed that thing in a dusty box. You said you were mad that your mom insisted you keep it for your future wife instead of letting you bury her with it. You told me you were never going to need it, Rooster. And now you're thinking about proposing?" He smiled and shook his head at just how accurate Phoenix's memory was. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it for too long already. I need her, in every fucking way. I really want to make it official." "You think she's ready? You've been dating for, what, seven months?" Bradley nodded his head. This was way longer than he'd ever dated anyone else. "Natasha, you know for a fact I was in love with her about an hour after I met her. That was in August. Now it's May. My heart can't take much more waiting." Then his best friend smiled at him and nodded her head. "She'll say yes. She's a mess over you too, Rooster." ---------------------------------------------- You shot Bradley a quick email detailing your plans to go wine tasting this afternoon. It was Saturday for you, but probably already early Sunday morning for him. He was flying another mission tomorrow, and you were hoping he'd be able to call you or Facetime after that. So when you were about to take Tramp outside before you left, you were surprised to see Bradley had written back to you already. baby girl, have fun, but please be careful. i don't love you going out with people i don't know with alcohol involved. i love you You rolled your eyes. In the last email he sent you, he asked you if you thought Josh had ulterior motives when he worked late. You reminded him that Josh was married, and that Sonya and Reggie had occasionally started to stay late as well. In the email before that, he asked you if you'd told Josh about him. You reminded him that yes, you had told all three of your new coworkers about your deployed boyfriend. Bradley was being ridiculous. And today you were going to win over Chelsea so you'd have a new friend. ------------------------------------------------- "I can't tell the difference between the wines unless one is red and one is white," Reggie said, alternating between taking sips from each glass. The woman serving the wine samples looked appalled, but you and the others couldn't stop laughing. "Do you just mix red and white together to make a blush wine?" Sonya asked. "Absolutely not," the wine specialist replied. "Okay, okay, this was a little too fancy for me," you said when she was out of earshot. "Anyone want to hit up the Hard Deck later? First round is on me." Everyone seemed kind of interested, even Chelsea, who had actually been a bit more talkative with you today. "Well, I'll be there around eight if any of you decide to join me!" you said before you started to leave. Josh nodded at you, and you could swear you felt him watching you as you walked away. When you got home, you played with Tramp and did some meal prepping for awhile. You were kind of in the mood to wear a dress out tonight, but what was the point if Bradley wasn't there. It was so much fun to tease him. So you stuck with your jeans and your boat shoes. As soon as you arrived at the bar, the boys cheered. "Haven't seen you in a week!" Hangman drawled, handing you a set of darts. "I've been super busy with work," you told him. "Can I at least get a beer first before you kick my ass?" "Hey, Payback," Hangman called over to the other aviator who was at the bar. "Get one for Angel here." You rolled your eyes and threw a dart, and by the end of the matchup, you'd lost miserably, but at least you had a beer in your hand. "So, how's Rooster?" Bob asked you, and you immediately thought of his face when you'd touched yourself over Facetime. "He's doing great!" you said with a laugh. "So is Phoenix. They were in Osaka last week." "How soon until they're back?" Fanboy asked. "Only three more weeks!" you cheered, and then you noticed Josh was at the bar. "Hey, I'm going to go sit with my new coworker for a bit. I'll be back." ---------------------------------- Bradley wanted to ball his phone up in his fist and destroy it. He just finished reading an email from Jake, and his heart was racing. Rooster,You know anything about this Josh guy hanging out with your girl? He's looking awfully cozy with her at the bar at the moment, buying her drinks and shit. Just wanted to make you aware if you weren't already.Hangman But Bradley knew if he destroyed his phone, he would have no way of emailing Jake back. "Less than three weeks," he muttered, shaking his head and pounding out a message back to Jake. Bradley trusted you, he really did. But this guy set his teeth on edge, and he'd barely seen him for more than a second over Facetime. But he just knew. Bradley knew he was interested in you. And you weren't listening to him. Bradley was sure you just thought he was acting like a jealous dick. But he knew how you were. You were perfect and so beautiful. You were fun, and maybe a little too flirty. You made people feel at ease. You were so sweet and outgoing, and everyone automatically liked you. Bradley had fallen for you so fast, and he knew he wouldn't be the only one who found you so charming. So Bradley started hitting the gym even harder, and he focused all of his concentration on missions and mission prep, trying to keep his mind occupied. He and Nat would be flying a pretty dangerous course in a few days, so he made sure he was getting enough sleep. But you were always right there at the front of his mind. -------------------------------------------- You only had two weeks left until Bradley came home, and you were positively aching for him. You bought yourself a new vibrator, but it was kind of loud and made Tramp bark when you used it. "So much for that," you mumbled, cleaning it and putting it away. You'd purposely packed your weekend full of activities. Pedicures with Maria, yoga, Costco with Cam, walking on the beach with Tramp. But it was still so hard. You were starting to get an idea of which of the engineers would be the best option to keep in San Diego long term, and you knew the other two would be so disappointed. Now almost every time you went to the Hard Deck, Josh met you there. Sometimes Chelsea came, and other times not. You found yourself having to divide your time between Josh, the aviators, and Cam and Maria. It felt good to have so many friend options, and you realized it was helping to take your mind off of your absent boyfriend. And now you were at the Hard Deck again, playing pool with Fanboy, Bob, and Coyote. The guys were always so accommodating, given that you were terrible. They took turns having you as a partner so they all lost equally. Tonight it was poor Coyote's turn. "Hey, Angel?" Hangman asked you. "That guy Josh? He's been staring at your ass the entire time you've been playing. What's the deal here?" "Nothing," you told him, rolling your eyes as you actually managed to sink a ball. "He's married, and I have Rooster." Hangman grunted as he sipped his beer. "I don't think he ought to be looking at you and buying you drinks if he's married. And I don't think you'd be doing this if Rooster was here." You felt your cheeks flush as you turned to face him. "If Bradley were here? Yeah, things would be different. I wouldn't be lonely, and frustrated and sad! But you know what Jake? He's not here. And I don't want to spend eight weeks bored and alone! And Josh isn't constantly buying me beers, we alternate paying the tab." "You don't have to get defensive with me, Angel. It's just that I can appreciate this from Rooster's perspective, is all." "Yeah, that guy's into you," Fanboy added seriously. Coyote agreed. "He definitely is." "He's. Married." You enunciated the words clearly for the boys. "Nothing's going on." "Fine," Hangman said, ending the conversation. -------------------------------------- Bradley's heart sank when he saw that Hangman had replied to his last email a week later. He'd begged Jake to make sure you were okay, make sure that guy kept his hands to himself. Rooster,I tried talking to her, but she got defensive. She said nothing's going on, and I believe her. But if you saw how he's looking at her, you'd go through the roof, man. I'm doing my best to be charming so she'll want to play darts with me. Hangman It was a sad day when Bradley trusted Hangman around you as much as he would trust being there himself. But Jake was harmless enough now, and he knew Bradley wanted to be with you forever. Thankfully he was scheduled to call you in just a few hours when it was Sunday night your time. Hopefully you'd set his mind at ease. "Bradley!" you said brightly when he answered. It was noisy, and he immediately knew you were at the Hard Deck. "Baby Girl, I miss you," he said, and he already felt better after hearing your voice. "I'm putting you on speaker. Say hi, guys!" Bradley chuckled as he was greeted by Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Bob and Hangman. "I'm going to take this outside so I can hear you better," you told Bradley. But before you could do that he asked, "Actually, you mind if I speak to Jake for a second?" "Uh, sure, Roo," you replied, sounding bewildered. Honestly Bradley didn't want time with Jake eating into his time with you, but he was itching for more information. "Hey, it's off speaker," he heard Jake drawl. "Is he there now?" Bradley asked immediately. "Yup. And it's more of the same." Fuck. Bradley rubbed his eyes. "I realize I sound like a jealous prick right now. But can you put my mind at ease at all, man?" "Mmmm, not really," Jake replied, and he must have been walking away from you. "Your girl doesn't seem to understand how different this guy treats her when he's here with his wife versus when he's here alone. She's too sweet to everyone, man." "Has Mav been around?" Bradley asked. "Nah, he and Penny went on a sailing trip." "Shit. Thanks, Jake. You can put her back on." Bradley listened to you fill him in on your work, and he was beyond delighted when you told him you were leaning toward asking to keep Sonya on. "She's just really proficient in all of the areas where I'm weaker. She has been able to solve so many issues I've run into. Did I mention she's from Maryland?" "No, you didn't. But that's awesome, Baby Girl. And how's Tramp?" He heard you giggle and his smile widened. "He's such a little rascal! He got off his leash in the front yard yesterday and started eating a cactus! He freaked out, of course, and I had to pull one of those little spikes out of his nose. But he's fine. We just miss you." "I miss you so much. Two more weeks until you're picking me up," Bradley said, his mind drifting to all of the reunion sex you'd be having. He'd been trying to come up with a way to get to Virginia before he got home, but it just didn't seem feasible. "I'll bring the Bronco when I pick you up. She misses you too. Not as much as me though." "Oh, the things I plan to do to you, Sweetheart. They are indecent." "Tell me more, Rooster..." "Fuck! My time's up!" He heard you sigh. "I love you, Bradley. See you in two weeks." ------------------------------------------- When you hung up your call, you turned back toward the door of the Hard Deck, and you saw Josh coming outside. "Hey, just wanted to see where you'd gone." You wiped away the tear you'd managed to contain until you were off the phone. "Oh, I was just talking to Bradley." Josh looked at your cheek. "Did he make you cry?" You laughed. "Yeah, only because I miss him so much." "You miss him? Or you miss being with someone?" Josh asked you seriously. You laughed involuntarily. "I miss him." Josh smirked at you. "He never tried to get you to have....an agreement? For while he's away?" Your brow scrunched up. "You mean sleeping with other people?" "Yeah," he said with a grin. You laughed again. "No way. Never. He would never go for that! He'd have a fit if I even tried to bring it up!" You started to head back inside, and then you remembered all of the things Bradley had told you in the emails he'd sent. "Hey, why doesn't Chelsea come with you more often when you go out?" Josh just shrugged. "She prefers a quiet night at home." "And you don't prefer a quiet night at home with her?" you asked, stepping back inside the noisy bar. You certainly preferred a quiet night at home with Bradley more often than not. "Sometimes I do," he replied, and when you turned back toward him, he'd definitely been looking at your butt. He just shrugged again, but you excused yourself to the pool table. ------------------------------------------------ Your work project was going great. Bradley would be home in less than a week. And tonight was Maria's birthday. You were getting a little bit dressed up for a night at the Hard Deck, but your friend only turned thirty once. You got her an expensive bottle of champagne as a gift, and you couldn't wait to buy her some tequila shots. "Bye, Tramp. Be good!" The Hard Deck was pretty crowded for a Tuesday night, but you made a beeline directly for Maria and Cam, throwing your arms around both of them. "Happy birthday, babe!" you told her, and smiled as she kissed your cheek. "Thanks! Gonna get stupid drunk tonight!" You laughed. "We have work tomorrow!" "No, I called out already!" she told you, and you toyed with the idea of calling out sick tomorrow as well. You ordered so many shots for your friends, Jimmy could barely keep up. You danced with Maria, chugged a beer with Cam and tried your best to play a round of pool. You even saw Josh who was laughing at you a bit about how much you'd had to drink. The night was fun, but it would have been perfect if Bradley were there too. It was so late and way too hot inside when you ducked out to the deck for some fresh air. You leaned back against the deck railing, trying to cool down, but it was a warm, late-May night. You felt dizzy and fuzzy from Maria's birthday drinks. You closed your eyes and thought about Bradley and his body, and all the things he would be doing to you on Saturday night. You almost let out a moan when you started thinking about his thick neck and his big hands. Thankfully you didn't, though, because just then Josh joined you out on the deck. "It's so hot inside. I just needed to cool down," you told him with a smile. "Plus, I think I've had way too much tequila, and I'm going to need to call a Lyft later." You toyed with your necklace charms, thoughts of your boyfriend still swirling through your mind. Then you froze as he stepped into your personal space. You couldn't figure out what to do fast enough, but you stood up to your full height, deciding you'd better get back inside to the aviators and Maria. But Josh reached for your hips before you could move. His hands were big and warm like Bradley's, and if you closed your eyes, you were sure it would feel so good to be touched after so many weeks. But he was wrong. He was all wrong, because he wasn't Bradley. "What are you doing?" you asked, grabbing at his hands, but it was too late. His lips were crushing against yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. Josh's lips felt wrong too. His tongue was invasive, and you felt tears stinging in your eyes as you realized that you were kissing someone who wasn't your boyfriend. He had you pinned against the railing, and your brain was filled with Bradley and how upset he was going to be. But you couldn't figure out how to make your body move. "I've been dying to do that for weeks. Haven't you? Couldn't wait to get you alone," Josh whispered when he broke away, and when you opened your mouth to tell him to stop, he swiped his tongue inside again. "No!" you managed to say, but you could already feel his hands sliding down your dress and starting to lift it up. "Stop it!" You pushed firmly on his chest, but he barely moved. He was almost as big as Bradley was. Fuck! Bradley! Oh my God, he was going to kill you. He was going to be so upset. In your moment of hesitation, Josh ran his lips along your neck and pushed his body against yours while he worked your dress up higher. You quickly raised your knee up to his crotch in a sharp motion, and tried to dodge around him as he yelped in pain. But he grabbed you by the arm and said, "You've been leading me on the whole time I've been here!" You stared at him, flabbergasted. "What? No, I haven't!" "Yeah, you have! You tried to keep your boyfriend a secret for as long as you could. And tonight you wore that tiny dress!" "It's my friend's birthday party, and I didn't even know you'd be here! Please let go of my arm," you said, voice trembling. "I want to go back inside." And then you felt someone take you by your free hand. You looked up and saw that it was Jake. When Josh released your arm, you scrambled to Jake's side and held onto him. "Come on man, she told you no. I heard her," Jake said in a very calm voice. Josh looked abashed, but still managed to say, "She's been telling me yes with her eyes for weeks. She works late with me all the time, man. Don't you, Y/N?"" You felt Jake wrap his arm around you. "She told you no with her words right now. And maybe you don't understand what it means yet, but this is Rooster's girl. It doesn't matter how sweet she is to you, or how funny or pretty you think she is, you keep your hands off. Now get the fuck out of here." You buried your face against Jake's chest rather than watch Josh stalk back to his car. "You okay, Angel?" Jake asked you, tipping your head up so you were looking at him. "No," you croaked. "Bradley's gonna kill me." And then the tears started flowing, and you felt like you were going to throw up. Jake sighed. "I'm going to take you home, okay?" Then you cried harder. Why did you drink so much tonight? You just wanted to have fun for Maria's birthday, but now you could barely think straight. "I don't want to go home alone." "Then let's go get your friend Maria, okay?" "No! It's her birthday! I don't want to ruin her birthday!" Jake sighed again and said, "Let's go inside and get Bob then." "I don't want to go inside. Bradley is going to be so mad at me, Jake. I don't want to go back in there." You knew you were rambling, but to your relief, Jake flagged down someone who was on their way out, and sent them back inside to get Bob. Next thing you knew, Bob was walking out onto the deck, concern written on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, and you had to listen to Jake recount what had happened to you. Except Jake wasn't blaming you for it. You wanted to open your mouth and tell them that it was all your fault, but your stomach was churning so much, you couldn't talk. "She's had a bit to drink, and that fucker was touching her and kissing her while she was telling him to stop. I need to take her home. And I need you to come with me." "Of course," Bob said gently, and both men guided you toward Jake's car and got you buckled in the passenger seat. "You okay?" Bob asked as he was about to climb into the back seat. You were crying so much, you could barely see. "I don't know. I have a pain in my stomach, and it's so hard to breathe." You could feel yourself gasping for air. "Go nice and slow, like this," Bob said, taking several deep breaths so you could imitate him. You managed to keep your stomach calm until Jake pulled up in front of your house, but you immediately threw up when you stepped out of the car. Jake took you gently by one arm and Bob by the other. When you got to the porch, Bob fished around in your clutch to find your house key and then unlocked the door. Tramp came bounding outside, but Bob caught him. "Bradley is going to be so mad at me," you were saying, over and over. It was all you could think about. "Calm down, Angel," Jake said as he guided you toward the couch and got you a glass of water. Bob took Tramp out for a little walk to wear him out, and you drank the water with shaky hands. "He'll never trust me again, Jake." Jake just sighed and pulled out his phone and started typing. "He's better than all that, Angel." You just looked up at him miserably. -------------------------------------------- Bradley turned his phone on when he got back to his bunk after the gym on Wednesday night. He collapsed into his bed and let his mind drift to you. He was almost done with this deployment, and he couldn't wait to get back home to you and Tramp. He was going to spend the weekend glued to your side after you picked him up. And he couldn't wait to go for a walk on the beach with you and Tramp and toss a tennis ball for him. Just then, his phone buzzed. It must have connected to the horrible wi-fi onboard. He opened an email from Jake, and all of the fuzzy thoughts in his mind turned to stone. Rooster,Something happened with your girl tonight. She's fine, I promise. But Bob and I are going to stay over at your house with her anyway. Just do me a favor, and hear her out before you do anything else.Hangman "What the fuck?" Bradley muttered, and he was immediately on his feet and heading for Phoenix's bunk.

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ANGST. A BIG thank you to Alex for helping me with this part! @bradshawsbitch thanks so much!

Part 10 is here

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stormoflina · 2 months

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https://rtl.hu/reggeli/2024/02/09/szoboszlai-dominik-tetovalas-torocsik-dani

Thank you so much.

So I finished it earlier than I thought, here it is!

TLDR: Dominik's tattoo artist talking about meeting Dominik, their friendship and most especially, his brand new chest tattoo and the ideas behind it to two hosts of a Hungarian morning show.

Long intro from the journalists, the only important info is that they mention how due to the request of Dominik’s family they can only ask about certain topics, because it’s a rather intimate matter. Then the male journalist asks about how the artist got there, was it difficult bringing his own stuff to Dominik’s house.

Tattoo Artist: “ It would have been difficult to gather everything that is needed for making a tattoo and bringing them all with me [to Dominik’s house], so we basically made a ‘studio’ at Dominik’s and that’s how it was done. We ordered what was needed online to his house, and when he had free time on certain days, we worked on the tattoo on his chest.”

Female Journalist: “We know that you can’t say much and neither do we want you to speak in Dominik’s name, so please only tell us what you are allowed to…”

TA: “Just ask me!”

FJ: “Yeah, okay (...) So, what was Dominik’s wish, what did he want?”

TA: “Well, I guess this is a question that can be labeled as private, but perhaps Dominik won’t get mad at me if I tell you guys broadly. What he had in mind is to have a tattoo that can represent and show his journey, his very difficult, but so far successful journey he has been on from the moment he was born, from the moment he started playing football. And also his mentality, what was needed for his journey, that’s what he wanted to have on his skin, inked on, in the form of pictures. Basically, it’s a tool to tell a story, his story. Reading from left to right, starting from the moment he was born to, well, who knows, nobody knows until when, that’s what the stars and planets are meant to symbolize.”

MJ: “It looks very cool, and of course, it looks beautiful on Dominik. (...) How much did it take to complete it, how many hours are needed to make a tattoo [like this one]?”

TA: “Finally, a good question! Good that you asked in hours, because it's easier to answer. We only had certain parts of a day, and he wasn’t always available. so we had to work with that. All in all, it took like 3 days… We had once a 10 hour long session, and I think two 6(ish) hours long ones. All in all, it was like 26 hours.”

FJ: “We know that this story went viral (...) that you have been contacted by many journalists (...), so we are thankful that this is your first interview, and that you chose us. Still, it’s a huge deal that you had the chance to work together with such a big star like Dominik, we know how famous he got (...). Did you know each other from before, or was this your first time meeting him?”

TA: “ Yeah, we do. I will confess, I didn’t think that this would blow up the way it did. I mean, like, I have a good relationship with Dominik, so in my head he is (...) I mean, obviously, I respect him and admire him for what he has achieved, but still, we have a private relationship. So, I didn’t even consider that if I post his tattoo, even the English media will find out about it and report about it, because that’s what happened… Yeah, I have known him ever since he signed for Leipzig. At first, he contacted me, because he wanted a correction for one of his tattoos. I met him for the first time when he was still playing for RB Leipzig.

MJ: “You mentioned how many hours it took to get it done (...), during those hours do you ask him about stuff, trying to have a conversation, or rather sit in silence, listen to music (...) how does it work? Have you found out any behind the scenes secrets?”

TA: “ No. No, because for him, you know, it’s about relaxation. I mean, even if he doesn’t want it, we were together for 3 days constantly. Even if you are forced to be with your best friend in the world that amount of time, being as close to each other as like 5-10 centimeters, face-to-face, it can get a lot. We had a friendly conversation, I’m not trying to ask him for information (...), of course we talked about stuff, a lot of stuff, I will not say we didn’t, but I didn’t spend my 3 days with him trying to get information out from him.”

The rest of the video was about his personal and work life, where he is currently, career, etc, nothing else about Dominik.

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littledollll · 1 year

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Would you be willing to write fem!Dream/Lucifer with (mommy?) Lucifer overstimulation Dream?

Dangerous temptation

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Dream of the endless

Warnings: Overstimulation, edging, bondage, begging, praise, effects of lust and ecstasy, forbidden relationship, playful banter, aww they love eachother in a weird way

A/n: I’ve been waitingggg to make some Lucifer x Dream and I lowkey like this a lot

For plot reasons Dream and Lucifer were friends (maybe even lovers) before Lucifer fell, and this is Dreams first visit after the fall.

“You shouldn’t be here, darling dream.” Lucifer said in a hushed tone, they were in the throne room, back turned and looking out to the crowd of demons below, wings spread showing nothing but power, a beautiful sight to Dream, their image plagued her mind, though she’d never say it out loud.

“Yet a welcome guest I remain, had no problem nor objections when I showed up, I’ve yet to be tricked and misled. An unusual thing with the guard of the gates of hell. Almost like he’s ordered to allow me through, lead me even.” Dream argued٫ a slight smirk reaching her face.

“I.. do ensure your way here is, safe, direct. Yes you can argue that. Still, you should not be here, Dream.” She ignored them. “I hear it’s quite difficult to find an audience with the devil.” She’s been asking? Lucifer thinks to themselves. “Must you be so stubborn?” Lucifer countered as they sighed finally turning around to meet Dreams eyes. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been anything but stubborn.” Dream smiled as she finally got to see their face.

“Why are you here, dream lord?” They met in the middle of the room. Both too scared to move closer, both keeping up their nonchalant act up. “I came to visit an old love, maybe even get it back, don’t be so formal, my love.” Lucifer scoffed. “It is sin, to be with me, to give in to temptations.” Dream moved closer. “Then a proud sinner I will be.”

Lucifer pulled dream in, lips crashing together, she felt she shift of space but did not question it, only continued to kiss and touch Lucifer, if this was what sin felt like she’d happily do it for the rest of her life. Lucifer pulled away and latched onto Dreams neck, making her moan and tilt her head back, allowing them more space to ravish her.

Unexpectedly gentle, Lucifer lowered Dream into bed “Why so long after? Are you truly here just for me?” She looked away. "I didn’t know if I was wanted, eventually I figured if I wasn’t I’d just be kicked out so why not try.“

crawling on top of her making their clothes disappear. Dream gasped at the sudden cold, and Lucifer briefly parted from her. “is this something you truly want?" Dream nodded. "I have desired you for the longest time.”

And with the confirmation Lucifer continued, kissing her again, their hand finding it’s way between her thighs, fingertips teasingly running over her soaked slit. Dream whined, seeking out more stimulation only to be met with a slap to the thigh. “Behave or you get nothing.” Lucifer muttered. Sharp contrast to how soft they were being earlier, it drove Dream mad. Lucifer was taking their time, biting at Dreams pale skin, bites that would bruise purple and be left as a reminder.

They ran down the length of her body, reaching and paying extra attention to her thighs, Dream bucked her hips and was suddenly forced down, silk rope tying around her ankles and wrists to the bed. “If you can’t control yourself I’ll have to do it myself.” Dream shook her head, whining. “At least let my hands free- I want to touch you, please.” Lucifer tsked, shutting down her whining. “If only you would have thought to ask instead of selfishly seeking your own pleasure, if it’s stimulation you want then stimulation you will get.”

Lucifer crawled up to them, straddling Dreams thigh, taking their time to ravish their chest as their thigh pressed uncomfortably against Dreams center. “Are you gonna let me use you as I please?” She nodded rapidly. “Use your words, sweet girl.” “Yes, you can use me.” Lucifer’s eyes shinned in excitement and mischief. “I want to try something.. you’d be the very first to know what it’s like to experience true and pure lust.. and ecstasy. Nothing out of your want will take place, you will be subconsciously in control of how this goes, as I simply.. let’s say, assist.” Dream nodded again.

Lucifer let it slide this time, their hand trailed down, between their bodies, they were done teasing, for now at least, two of their fingers pumped into Dream quickly, their thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit, an overwhelming volt of ecstasy shot through through her body, making her choke out a moan and struggle against the bindings as she was way too quickly for her liking, brought to the edge, the knot in her stomach burned in the most delicious way. “please- I need to-“ “I’m not stopping, darling. Just let go.”

Dream moaned out as her first orgasm reached her, blinding lust taking quick effect. But true to their words Lucifer never stopped. They instead added a third finger, fucking Dream through her first and working towards her next orgasm. “Absolutely stunning falling apart under me..” Lucifer could barely contain themselves, using Dreams thigh to sooth the ache between their legs. There was a slight shiver that ran down Lucifer’s spine at that, shown by the small twitch in their wings.

Dreams mouth parted as they took in the sight of the normally composed Lucifer giving in to temptation, not caring about how they must’ve looked right now, if she could dream, she’s sure this view would be one of hers, Dream moans, loud and uncaring as Lucifer moves their other hand to toy with her nipples, triggering her second orgasm which hits her so much harder than the first, leaving her a panting mess as Lucifer refuses to let up.

The more constant buck of her hips does not go unnoticed by Lucifer, certainly not when it causes her thigh to move, creating further friction against their aching center making them moan. “Breathe darling- we’re not close to done yet.” Lucifer tenses yet leans forward, which splits them open as they grind their nub against her smooth thighs. They attempt to cover their moans as they take Dreams nipples into their mouth making her shudder.

Dream feels constantly on the edge, she guesses is the effects of ecstasy, making her feel hot all over and straight up delirious. The warmth of their mouth on her sensitive nipples, thumb constantly circling her tortured clit, their fingers thrusting ruthlessly against her sweet spot it’s all too much. Dreams mouth opens in a silent scream as the third orgasm reaches her. Her legs won’t quit shaking and her thighs tense. Lucifer whines bucking against her. Switching to the other nipple, free hand coming to pull and pinch on the already sensitive bud.

Dream stutters, arms tugging uselessly against the restraints. “I can’t- Luci-Lucifer, please I can’t-“ They hum, pulling away from her nipple and sucking on the skin down her sternum to her stomach. Dream thrashes against their hold. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head as Lucifer shamelessly moans and uses her to reach their own orgasm at the same time, dreams fourth. They groaned rutting against her thigh until their own try to close instinctively from sensitivity, ironic.

“Good girl..” Lucifer pants, moving off Dreams thigh and instead lays between them. “No no no-“ Dream cries, looking down at them when she felt their breath over her thighs. “One more. Just one.” Dream nods and suddenly she’s untied when Lucifer spreads her apart, tongue immediately meeting her clit, alternating between licking around it and sucking on it and Dreams legs close around Lucifer’s head, her hands tangling in their hair.

Dream came for the fifth and final time with a sob and after Lucifer seemingly made no effort to move away her hands scrambled to pull them away, they delivered a final kiss to their sensitive clit and pulled away, moving up. Dream went practically limp, panting heavily and whining when Lucifer hovered over her. “You’re okay, no more ecstasy or lust running through you, breathe, my sweet dream, it’s over, and you did oh so good for me.”

A lazy smile grazed over Dreams face. This was sin. And sin was delicious. Sin felt so much better than heaven.

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lunarsun12 · 2 months

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Broom Closet Saga

Masterlist

After Wooyoung finally admits, he is jealous of San and Yeosang friendship. He asked San to move back, San with a firm he no likes sharing with Yeosang. Until he got kicked out again, as Yeosang find him so noisy. What I mean by noisy is to hugging him too much and whining when he doesn’t pay attention.

Strangely enough, no one bothered pay attention of where Seonghwa is. They all assume is doing his own thing and never asked. Until Hongjong asked the where about of Seonghwa.

Who’s responsible for locking Seobghwa in the broom closet?

Ateez Family Chat

Today 21:00

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Have you seen your Eomma?

San🗻: No, I haven’t seen him all day!

Jongho🐻: Maybe he decided to sleep early. You know, what old people do

Mingi🦄: It not like he has been locked somewhere whatsoever

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Why would he got locked somewhere?

Jongho🐻: Mingi! That idiot-…Mingi is sleepy. Yunho take him to bed

Yunho🐶: Hey, you don’t give orders around here

Mingi🦄: But I saw you and Eomma wrestling…

Mingi🦄: I don-

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Mingi? This child here makes no sense

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Where is Yeosang? He has been dead quiet these days

San🗻: Yeosangie, has been studying for his detective final exams. He even kicked me and Toby out. I have to live with yunho

Yunho🐶: It’s true, the only time. I saw Yeosang leaving the room was to use the bathroom

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: This kid, is so extreme!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Why is Mingi on the ground? With big bump to his head..

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Also San, come one! You should share a room with me! I promise Toby will be safe

San🗻: Wooyoung, you are my most favourite sibling. Living with Yunho will save my ears from a lot of things!!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: He is probably is out

Back at Seonghwa and Hongjong Chat

Seonghwa🌸: HONGJONG HELP ME

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Are you drunk again?

Seonghwa🌸: Why would I be drunk! That was one time okay!

Seonghwa🌸: Just get the keys to the broom closet!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Broom closet?

Seonghwa🌸: It’s a long story

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I have time

Seonghwa🌸: You want to tell it now? Why don’t you let me out??

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: I’m interested how you got stuck on the broom closet again. As well I can help you punish the kids

Seonghwa🌸: Fine. You better keep your words

Seonghwa starts explaining the situation

Few hours earlier…

Seonghwa was busy trying take Jongho weights away. As it was causing unnecessary tripping hazard (mainly Mingi apparently he sleeps walks, which lead to a panic seonghwa. In case he gets seriously hurt). Which Jongho, was not having it and is determined to not let Seonghwa to take his weights away.

Seonghwa: Jongho, let go! This is dangerous! What if someone gets hurts?

Jongho: I don’t care! You can’t take my weight away! It is there for a reason

Seonghwa: It’s going away, period

There was a pause, jongho suddenly said: You mad me angry! I will fight you

Jongho without hesitation, climbed on top of seonghwa. Trying to stop seonghwa from taking the weights away. To Jongho surprise, Seonghwa was stronger then he expected.

Mingi happens to enters the kitchen and saw the two fighting along with Wooyoung.

Mingi: Why are they fighting?

Wooyoung: Beats me, Eomma is surviving longer then expected

Mingi: HEY STOP FIGHTING

The two didn’t listen and Jongho shouted ‘back off, or else you are next!’ Which Mingi happily backed away and let Jongho do his thing. Whilist wooyoung is busy laughing, telling Jongho good job!

It has been some time, Jongho and Seonghwa are still busy fighting. Which then lead to a frustrated Yeosang. As it is too noisy for him to study.

Ateez Kids Chat

Yeosang🍗: OKAY WOOYOUNG AND JONGHO STOP FIGHTING! IM TRYING TO STUDY

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: Bro, it wasn’t me! It’s with Eomma!

Yeosang🍗: Eomma? Why is he fighting Eomma?

Mingi🦄: Beats me, I just heard snippets of Eomma saying weights

Yunho🐶: That Jongho most prized possession….that explains why is acting like that

Yeosang🍗: Arghhh! This is so annoying!

Yunho🐶: Hang on? Why has it suddenly gone quiet?

Mingi🦄: Brooo! Jongho locked Eomma in the broom closet

Yunho🐶: Jongho learnt so well from me and Wooyoung prank on Eomma

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: I am laughing so much! I feel like a proud brother

Seonghwa has finished explaining the situation

Seonghwa🌸: So yeah, this has happened

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: This kid, hang on secs I let you out. Luckily I got a spare key, due to what happened last time. Where we have to call the fire department to rescue you

Seonghwa🌸: Please be fast, I haven’t eaten all day

Ateez Family Chat

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Jongho? Why did you lock your Eomma in the broom closet? And also who did you learnt this from

Jongho🐻: CAUSE HE IS ABOUT TO TAKE MY BABIES AWAY!!

Jongho🐻: I just put him the closet, as I need to sleep! But not anymore, as YOU woke me up!!

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: Jongho, let’s have talk in my special room! You don’t put your Eomma in closet because you are tired

Jongho🐻: I’m sorry Appa! Please anything but that!

Jongho🐻: You know what…I’m not going down alone…

Jongho🐻: I learnt the locking Eomma trick from Wooyoung and Yunho. When they pulled that prank on Eomma

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: BRO! WHY DID YOU TELL!!

Yunho🐶: JONGHO WHY DRAG US

Yunho🐶: We didn’t mean to lose the key!

Wooyoung🐈‍⬛: This is why, we shouldn’t give Mingi the key!!

Jongho🐻: We are going down together

Hongjong🏴‍☠️: You three come to my room. I will give you lesson in respecting you parents

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aritamargarita · 1 year

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ATTITUDE || 020

it finally worked OMG. 1, 2, is this on….

also, i cant believe attitude won over golden i was like “:O” but i can kinda see that now lmao

there is kinda a lot going on here but when isn't this series chaotic? hope you guys like it anyway. shout out to mickie dressing up as trish stratus. thank you for your service mickie stratus....again this is pretty shorter than i wanted it to be and i apologize LMAO

YOU JUST WANT to cry. Cry as hard as you can. Tonight, you lost. And there's nothing you can do to change it. You could have a rematch many weeks from now, but nothing changes the fact you lost at Vengeance.

“Jeff Hardy will pay for his transgressions.” Raven says, bandaging up his wrists. “I will see to it that he will never try and fight with me again.”

He only came around after your “temper-tantrum” was over. You’re not sure if that was a good thing or not.

There are still a few chairs isolated around the room (since..you pretty much threw them in anger), shelves knocked over, and here you were, sitting on the ground. In the process, you had even accidentally hurt yourself.

There’s a lot to take in. For a second, you consider telling Dr. Smiley about this.

Raven ordered you to clean yourself up a bit, noticing that you had a mix of dried blood and fresh blood on your hands and arm.

So you are. You’re scrubbing away with moist towelettes.

“A mere Hardy boy thinks he can get the best of me. Crazy.” He complains. “However, everything isn’t a total loss. The blood I shed today can only make us closer, [Name].”

As strange as it sounds, you’d like to think he’s right. From your blood and his own, despite scrubbing it off, perhaps this just means you two will grow a stronger bond.

There’s nothing for you to say, really. You didn’t want to upset him if you told him you were mad at him. But he wasn’t alone, you were also angry at Jeff.

And you didn’t even want to ask what he thought of the match itself..

The both of them ruined it anyways. At this point, you’re sure Torrie’s got the air rushing to her head and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she can beat you all the time.

This was just a nightmare.

The door to the locker room opens to reveal none other than the Women’s Champion with a smile on her face…before it falls into a nasty glare. “Um, excuse me, this is the women’s locker room.” She says, attempting to stare Raven dead in the eye.

“I know.” He doesn’t even spare her a glance, instead opting to finish up his bandaging.

“Then get out.” Trish orders. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to. I’m having a conversation. If you don’t like it, then you can go away.”

She looks offended. When the champion gives someone an order, they’re expected to follow! “Not gonna happen. Again, women’s locker room? If you don’t get out, I’m gonna call someone and they’ll throw you out. So you better go..”

You look at Raven and he looks at you. There's a look in your eye that's signaling for him to just leave it be. Thankfully, he simply groans and walks past Trish begrudgingly to the exit.

"Good riddance," She mumbles, slamming the door behind him. When she turns back to look at you, she feels like she's right back to square one. “You’re uh…you were really loud earlier. Are you okay?”

Her voice rung through your ears like bells. She sounds very nervous. She can clearly see the chairs lying around. Victims, all of them..

She too had meant to come earlier, but after hearing how angry you were, decided against it.

You rub your hands over your face. By loud, she must’ve meant that you’ve been screaming in anger for the past hour. You’re pissed and rightfully so.

“Do I look okay?!” You exasperatedly say, jumping up from your spot. It startles her. “Do you think I look okay right now???”

“Well, I mean, you look very pretty…?” Trish says, but for some reason it sounds more like a question than a statement.

You just look up at her to stare. You don’t know whether you want to slap her or come over and just hug her and cry.

“See, I just wanted to say that I saw your match, err…half of the locker room saw it, actually. I’m sorry that happened.” She admits, throwing her title over her shoulder. Trish doesn’t know what else to offer you other than her condolences.

Sorry didn’t change anything. Sorry didn’t change the fact you lost. Sorry didn’t change the fact you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of Raven.

With her successful title offense and your unsuccessful match, she starts to feel horrible. She hides it behind her back, hoping that you’d see her as any other competitor.

“Yet again, another man ruins it for us women.” She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. I can’t stand them sometimes. And I don’t know what you’ve got going on with Raven, but he just gives me bad vibes.”

You just stare at Trish in silence, so she decided to continue her tangent.

Trish comes a little closer, seeing that you have not reached for any projectiles. The sight of your face makes her frown, you really look worn down…

She’s not entirely sure how to comfort you with all those words, but she reaches a hand out to set a hand on your shoulder.

It's when you start to spill out everything that’s on your mind. Before you know it, tears start to stream down your cheeks.

“I don’t know what to do! I lost! This is humiliating! I lost to someone who can’t even tell the difference between a arm lock and a wrist lock!”

….......

Trish pauses for a second. Of course she’s not gonna tell you she had trouble with identifying them at first. “Hey, hey, it’s okay! There's always next time.."

“It’s just not enough! Raven’s gonna be so embarrassed, he’s never gonna come out with me again and—“

“Who cares about Raven?” Trish interrupts you. “Listen, you two may be a thing or whatever, but you definitely don’t need his approval.”

You didn’t need Raven’s approval? That’s wrong. Of course you did. After all, he’s saved you. Saved you from yourself and started a slow journey to help you figure out who you truly are.

This really was you. And you needed to welcome it in with open arms.

“And on top of that,” She continues. “You don’t need any man’s approval! Take it from me, the old mistress of Mr. McMahon..”

“What?! Ew!” You exclaim. Thinking that it was a bit rude, you cover your mouth. “Oops, I’m sorry..”

“No, ew is right. Now that I think about it, I don’t even know why I did that..” Trish sighs. “Maybe it was for more opportunities. Maybe it was so T&A could have an advantage. Either way, nothing good came out of it. I was humiliated on television. But hey, look where I am now?”

She then shows you her title with a smile. “On top of the world!“

You smile at her, but there’s a twinge of bitterness among your expression. Trish seems to falter. That isn’t what she meant to do.

“T&A?” You repeat, doing your best to ignore the title. “What’s that?”

“I used to be a valet. T&A was a tag team. Test and Albert, if you’ve seen them around.” She says. “It’s over now, but wow. Anyway, it's probably best if we talk about you instead."

You wipe your eye. "Me?"

"Yeah." She nods. "Obviously, you need to get your head back in the game..to get people's mind off of your loss, why not try and make a statement?"

Trish doesn't exactly understand what she's just done. It dawns on you that your Hardy boy slash Lita plan has yet to be in action. If she says to make a statement, then that's exactly what you'll do.

"You're you. So show everybody else who exactly you are!" She says, poking you a bit too harshly on the chest.

You know exactly how you’d do it.

“Thanks, Trish. I know exactly what'll do.” You say, giving her a grin. She's stroked the fire that should've been put out weeks ago. ��I need to get changed.”

“Hold on—...” Trish wasn’t exactly done talking to you yet, but you’re already heading out the door. Maybe you've gotten the correct message...

BACKSTAGE // 7:51 PM

The makeup artist, Jan, helped you out with adjusting your makeup and your new hair.

“Thanks, Jan.” You wave, hopping out of the chair. You better hurry, you were sure the match between Jeff and Matt already started.

You look at yourself in the mirror. It’s you, but you’re copying Lita. You’ve never really tried to do it before, preferably doing your own thing. You loved her style, yet you never thought you would see yourself mimicking her.

You don’t want anyone to see you, it’d ruin the surprise and you’d rather not deal with the awkwardness that comes along with it.

Lita, Lita, Lita….she’s made such a big mistake. She’s supposed to be your friend, but she turns around and talks about you behind your back? She’s just like Torrie. No, she's like everyone else.

And you really liked Lita too. It’s a shame you had to do this and it’s an even bigger shame to have to beat her up after Vengeance. She can’t win against you. You’re sure this’ll be your second time winning against her.

Lita just can’t compare. She can do as many hurricanrana’s and moonsaults as she pleases! She’s just not you. She will never be you.

Gosh, you should’ve known she would do that. Lita reassured you that she’d never hurt you, but here Debra was, telling you what she “said” verbatim. She must have been jealous, yes, that was it. Jealousy for sure.

Or, so you think. You still haven’t figured out that she was fabricating most of it. More than likely you won’t realize until it’s too late.

Seeing your own reflection makes you laugh. It makes you laugh so hard that you couldn’t even breathe for a second. It comes to a halt when you realize you’re wasting time. You have to get out there.

You’re trying to brush on some eyeshadow when you’re startled by a loud voice..

“Lita! You’ve got some guts showin’ up around here..”

Great. This is just the person you want to see. He’s going to regret this. So are you. You slowly turn around, shaking your head. “No, I’m not Lita, I’m—“

“Debra?!?!! Where's my pacemaker!?” Austin yelled out, clutching his chest. The outfit you were in was absolutely horrific to see.

You want to laugh so bad, but you know he’s THIS close to killing you. This just solidifies it. Austin just knew he couldn’t let you out of his sight for one second. Debra told him to let you do your thing, now look where that got you.

Now you look just like Lita, the woman who had no idea what belts were, the woman who you’d be going up against after Vengeance.

First, it was that damn Raven, now it's this? He has a lot to talk with you about.

You can hear Debra loudly suck her teeth from the other room. “Gosh, what is it now, Steve?!” She seems aggravated, but the moment she steps outside and sees you was when it disappears. “…Oh my.”

Austin takes one look at you, then covers his head and shakes it in shame. Pain. Pain is all he feels right now. “What in the hell are you wearing?” He finally asks.

“I just….uh.” You’re not sure what to say. How could you explain yourself? “There’s Lita and...I wanted to do a thing, you see.”

“A thing?” Debra quirks an eyebrow at you. Hopefully she’s not angry or anything. You're not sure whether to be more afraid of Austin or HER!

“You know what? I’m just gonna run away now.” This is exactly what you wanted to avoid right now. Before they can say anything else to you, you book it down the hall back to gorilla.

You can hear both of them calling your name, but you don’t even look back.

VENGEANCE // 8:03 PM

“One, two—!!“

As Lita’s in the middle of counting the pin, you happily skip down the ramp, waving to the fans as you go. Lita turns over towards the front where you were, a look of confusion on her face.

What were you doing?

Lita completely disregards Matt’s pin attempt, heading over to the ring ropes. She leans forward on them, trying to yell your name. “Hey! [Name]! What’re you doing??” You look just like her, which is strange because you looked completely normal earlier.

'Look at this! I told you she's got a couple of screws loose!' Jerry exclaimed. 'Talk about double trouble.'

'I almost can't tell who's who..' JR remarked. There was a bit of sarcasm behind his voice.

You don’t reply to her, instead looking up at her with a smile. You even mock her little Hardy hand sign. Then, you just start to skip around the ring.

Lita’s eyes don’t stop following you. She doesn’t even care about the match right now. Why are you dressed up like that?!

Jeff and Matt hadn’t even noticed you, nor did they notice Lita’s attention being pulled away. “Hey!!” She tries once again to get your attention. “[Name]! What the hell?!”

Finally, you give her your undivided attention. You jump onto the ring apron with a smile. Lita’s finally able to come towards you.

You can hear her complaints a little better now, but who cares? You want to express how much you hate her. You feel like you’ve made a lot of bad decisions and you feel as if there will be more to come in the future.

For some reason, this is the only way you could convey how much you hate her right now.

You bring her in for a kiss. It ended as quick as it started, and it definitely looked more like a hug than anything. The moment Lita tries to swipe at you, it was already over.

The crowd makes a “whoaaa!” sound, which means you’ve got them right where you want them. But most importantly, you think you’ve got Team Xtreme’s main girl right where you want her.

Lita looks like she’s seen a ghost. Though even as she pales, she starts to turn red. She wasn’t expecting that at all.

…That….actually really hurt. You did it so haphazardly that Lita has to swipe a finger against her lip just to check if she was bleeding.

And nope, as your research has concluded, talent wasn’t transmitted that way either. You make a note to let Torrie know.

Lita's not sure whether to have hated that exchange or have enjoyed it. She's never really thought about you doing something like that, let along anything romantic despite you two being pretty good friends.

She feels like if she truly did like this, then she'd be betraying Jeff. But that kiss made her feel weird. It's something she hasn't felt in quite a while. Matt couldn't even make her feel that way.

There's something different about your lips being on her own. And even in that serious moment, she finds herself wanting it to happen again.

It's wrong, but she has to admit it, she doesn't want to be right at all. She’s too caught up in the moment. Before she knew it, you quickly enter the ring and tackle her.

If you’re supposed to be “Lita”, then you’ll be Lita. You take her referee shirt off, leaving her in the pink fishnet top she wore under it.

The crowd cheers, of course. For a moment you consider taking off your own shirt but decide against it, sliding it up and over your head. You’re the referee now.

It's a strangely cut shirt and it's especially uncomfortable with the shirt you have under, but you don't really care.

Every single person in the arena is confused. From the crowd, to the commentators, to the three that were in the ring with you.

Just what's going on through your head? You spin around in a circle. This moment just has the euphoria coursing through your veins, yet you're not sure why.

You feel like you can truly be yourself.

You weren't a sweet Nitro girl anymore. You're someone who's finding their own way in this world. If anyone wants to get out alive, they'd better move out of the way. It's every man and woman for themselves.

Trish was right. You don't need Raven's approval. You loved him dearly, yes, but just doing things by yourself felt much more natural.

It’s Matt’s turn to come over to you, and he's pissed. Not only had you kissed Lita, but you're interfering in his match. He genuinely thinks that this was an attempt to make him lose. He can't let that happen.

Yet again, you’re here to possibly ruin someones career.

He’s screaming some nonsense at you and all you’re doing is twirling your hair. "Hey!" Matt (halfway) snaps you out of your trance. "What's your deal?!"

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?!” You suddenly ask. “Look, you see I’m Lita! Tell me I’m pretty! Or....maybe you wanna kiss me too?”

Matt stops his yelling to look at you in confusion. Nothing but word vomit seems to be coming out of your mouth. You pucker your lips in anticipation, but Matt just shakes his head at you.

The match is starting to derail and it gets worse when Jeff slowly starts to get up and look over at the commotion.

“What’s going on—?” He too, gets struck by the arrow of confusion. You think it’s a good look for him, although he tends to look confused 50% of the time.

Still, no one even had a clue what they should do. Technically, were you the referee now? Both brothers didn't know if they should still follow Lita's orders or follow yours.

In a stunning turn of events, Jeff shoves Matt out of the way, coming towards you. "[Name], are you alright?! Why’re you dressed like that?”

To everyone, this was well deserved. Especially since he came out and ruined your own match. Fortunately for him, you truly had other things in mind.

"You ruined my match!“ You cry out, throwing your fists to hit him in the chest. “Everything is your fault! If you didn't attack Raven, I would’ve won! I hate you!”

You’re starting to actually hurt him, so he has to grab your arms to stop your flailing. “You don’t mean that—hey! Listen to me! Go backstage!” You're obviously not in the right state of mind. He can't have you out here.

The match can still be saved, he thinks. There's still time. If he can get your attention off and somehow get you backstage, everything can continue like nothing happened!

And later, he can finally talk to you about what he did. If you wanted answers, that’s what he’ll give you. Just not now.

“I don’t care! I’m not leaving!” You refuse. He’s slowly starting to get a bit irritated. This isn't a good time and he can tell something's not right in your head at the moment.

He’s going to say something else, but Matt comes over and shoves him away. He’s not happy about Jeff pushing him earlier.

They get into an argument, and Lita takes this opportunity to confront you about your behavior. “What was that?! Give me my shirt!"

And no one could call off the match. Well, Lita technically could, but almost all rules have been thrown out the window thanks to your appearance.

You don't say anything, so she pushes you. Something inside of you just snapped as soon as you were pushed, so you tackle her once again and start to hit her.

Now everyone's arguing. But the boys have to put a pause on their own dispute to handle you and Lita's altercation. Jeff has to yank you off of the poor woman, hooking his arms under your own so you can't move them.

Matt’s busy helping Lita up, doing the best to stabilize her.

"Cut it out!" He yells. The crowd can only be happy that they’ve got a taste of what’s to come after Vengeance.

You think you’ve done enough damage. “You want your shirt? Here!” You take it off and throw it in her direction. “You can have it! I’m out of here.”

Jeff is taken aback by your sudden mood shift. You were just aggressive but now you’re backing off? That gut feeling he has is gnawing at him. Something’s just not right.

He lets you go and you roll out of the ring, heading right up towards the ramp. You don’t even look back.

Trish Stratus said to make a statement, so you did. You don’t think anyone would forget this bizarre match.

That’s the way it should be.

BACKSTAGE // 9:45 PM

You seriously have to breathe. It’s starting to be difficult to even try.

Torrie’s win really has gotten under your skin. It shouldn’t have, but somehow it wormed its way under.

To add onto that, that short adrenaline burst from earlier’s interference had been still lingering. Even as you pick up your cup of water, your hand is still shaking.

All that’s left for the night was the Undisputed Championship match. All the matches have come and gone. All that’s left was Chris Jericho and Stone Cold Steve Austin.

The match was definitely in it's middle stages and things weren't looking so well.

You were advised not to go out there again, with Debra being the main person telling you no. She’s not sure if she witnessed a mental breakdown or an identity crisis, but she doesn’t want you to go out and make things more worse than they already are.

She felt that she had to stay behind with you to not only cheer you up a bit, but to break the news. She knew the outcome of the match.

“Are you feeling okay?” Debra suddenly asks. “You’re shaking like a dog.” She pats your shoulder and you nod.

“I’ve never felt better!” You chime. Debra knows that it’s probably not true, but she keeps it pushing.

“I think you should sit down…” She gently pushes you over to a chair and you oblige, taking a seat right in front of her. “You’ve done a lot tonight. I think it’s time for you to head back to the hotel.”

“But the match.."

Debra waves her hand at you. "Steve should be fine. And besides, it's not going the way you want it to." Before you can question her, she continues on. "He doesn't win the title. Chris Jericho wins the title."

You gasp and cover your mouth. Was she serious?! "You're kidding!"

Sometimes the finishes of matches was to be expected, but to think Jericho was going over.....you just couldn't believe it. You're not as panicked as you would originally be, because you knew that you'd see him tonight.

Triple H would come and "save" you by attacking him in the hotel room. Maybe that's all the revenge you need. So after she confirms it with a nod, you sigh. "Alrighty then.."

"Just alright?" Debra's wary. You're not snapping. Not angry. You're just okay. "You sure?"

"Yes."

At the very least you could watch the match from the monitor. But the night just isn't over. It's not over until they go off the air. Your revenge will come soon, even if you're not the one mainly attacking him.

Though, you weren't sure about being in lingerie on national television. You're not even sure if green actually fits you.

Honestly, you’ve never been a fan of those kind of things. Back then, you were somehow able to slip between the cracks of the monstrosities that were called gimmick matches.

Oh yes, you always chickened out. Sometimes you couldn’t get away with it, but the times you did, you ended up on some sort of cleaning duty backstage.

Very annoying. Even in WCW’s dying days, you somehow were always a victim to backstage politics, even if you were a woman.

Not having enough time. Having too much time. The crowd likes you too much. Things of that nature.

Fortunately the producers were more focused on your wrestling skill. They left most of the expose to Torrie and Stacy.

Sure, it hurt a little bit. Maybe gave the slightest hit to your confidence. But it’s kind of what you want.

“I have to ask, [Name]. Just what in the world was that earlier? Gosh, you’re lucky I urged Steve to get ready for his match.”

You did feel lucky. You’d rather have Debra talk to you than him, even if you were a bit more scared of her..

“Trish said I should make a statement, so I tried to make one. To get people to forget about my match.”

“You didn’t need to do that.” She crosses her arms. “If you ask me, that is the complete opposite of making a statement. I’m sure people think you’re out of your god dang mind.”

Okay, you might have screwed that up. But you’re starting to reach into the territory of not caring anymore.

“And more importantly—“ Debra is interrupted by the door opening.

The both of you turn your heads to see none other than a tired Jeff Hardy stood before you two.

“Hey. Sorry to interrupt. Can I talk to [Name] alone, please?”

You can just feel things becoming tense yet again. Guess it’s time to lay in the bed that fate has seemed to make for you.

tbh now that i think about it? golden!debra is probably gonna be different towards reader just because of jeff jarett. it’s not like a mentor thing, so i hope you know where im going with this…either way QUEEN DEBRA!!!!

i feel like this chapter wasn't what i wanted to be because of TUMBLR but either way i still hope you liked it for now im going to try and start putting the remaining bits into another post. so one portion will be past vengeance and next will be another show i suppose.

jeff wasn’t exactly mean to us right now, i ended it on a cliff hanger, but it’s coming for sure + triple h beating jericho up while we watch and cheer HEEHEE!

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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I absolutely love your work! If you don't mind, I had an idea for Rooster x Hangman x Bob x reader where they're soulmates.

So the entire dagger squad went to the hard deck in like civilian clothes (so no way to know that they're pilots/military) and these guys start to flirt with the reader and she goes along with it wanting to taunt the guys and every time they try to intervene she brushes them off wanting to test how far she can go and them seething with anger. But in the end the guys who flirt with her go to far en she gets uncomfortable and the dagger squad (mostly Rooster, Hangman and Bob) (I absolutely love the idea of the dagger squad being a family and Iceman and mav being the dads😂) get mad and get her out of the bar.

I'd love it if you'd write this! Your stories make my day!

A/N: I love this! I hope I interpreted this right!

Warning: Violence, inappropriate touching briefly mentioned, cursing

Your boys knew they screwed up earlier today, there were three new officers that arrived at Top Gun, they obviously didn't care that your men were taken by their soulmates. The women kept flirting with them and they just kept up the conversation, trying to be nice. Now, they were about to pay the price because you saw it all. If they wanted to be nice, you were going to be nice too.

Everyone was at The Hard Deck, celebrating another round of students leaving the program. You were in clothes that you felt the most confident in, your sunglasses on top of your head. You walked to the bar and sat down, ordering yourself a drink. Your soulmates looked confused as you didn’t follow them like you normally did. Phoenix came over, knowing what was going on and sat next to you at the bar. “Don’t do anything stupid, Y/n,” she warned, you grinned, “They shouldn’t have done what they did. I had asked them to stop but they insisted on being nice,” you shrugged.

It wasn’t long until three men wandered over to you, they started to flirt when Phoenix got the attention of a different man and moved away. Your soulmates watched angrily, you were obviously not interested but you were responding politely. Jake came over, “You good-” he started, and you smiled, “I’m fine Jake,” You told him, just like he did to you earlier. When he went back, it clicked, “Shit, she is getting back at us,” he told Robert and Bradley, they groaned as they realized they pushed you too far. They just wanted you a little jealous but now they were in the dog house.

All night, they watched you chat happily and tried to butt in but kept getting brushed off. You noticed they were getting angrier and angrier, out right seething with anger at this point.

The men were holding their liquor well until they didn’t. One of them touching you inappropriately. You walked away at that, done with it since they were drunk. “Hey bitch! You can’t walk away!” The one yelled, raising a hand to hit you. Jake grabbed his wrist, “Hey buddy, hands off my girl,” He smirk, a thick southern accent coming out as he seethed in anger. “She led us on!” The other yelled, “No. She didn’t, she was polite and denied all advances. We know because we watched her the whole time,” Iceman said, coming up behind. Suddenly, the guys were surrounded by your little family, your father figures Maverick and Iceman, your soulmates, and all your close friends. “Now, we either let you leave peacefully or drag you out,” Bradley said nicely, a death glare in his eyes though. One gulped and took off but the others didn’t, Jake and Bradley dragged one out while Coyote and Payback did it to the other.

“You okay?” Robert asked, studying you. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I was just trying to rile you guys up,” You mumbled, moving into his arms and burying your face in his shoulder. You breathed in his familiar cologne, “We know... We were doing the same. I’m so sorry, we should have never started that,” he whispered. “Just wanna go home,” You mumbled, “Sure thing, Darlin’, let’s go,” Bob told you. Jake and Bradley came back and they walked you out, Bob held you close and punched the guy when he came up suddenly with a broken bottle. “Fuck off!” He spat at the guy.

Your heart swelled, despite everything your soulmates still protected you. You knew you were lucky and you all knew never make each other jealous again.

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supanuts · 3 months

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One last thing and then I'll never darken your doorway/ask box again, but I just need to get all this pent-up Way-related madness out of my system so I can put it all behind me and move on!

Inspired by your tags on the post compiling the mind control moments, I thought how this is a great example of confirmation bias and it's really fascinating how differently we interpret things depending on our predisposition to view someone/something a certain way: those ppl who view Way primarily as a manipulative, creepy, irredeemable antagonist (each to their own!) see him using his power on Babe in ep 9 when they're hugging as the sick cherry on top of a moulding cake - it's Babe's most vulnerable moment and Way can't help himself, he's at it yet again, the utter bastard.

Whereas in that same moment what I see - someone who views him primarily as a deeply fucked up, morally confused, painfully tragic disaster - is a man watching the person he loves most in the world (regardless of how we judge his feelings, that's certainly what Way believes) completely break down, sob in his arms, and feel utterly helpless in the face of that pain - unable to comfort him, to make it better, to make Babe stop hurting. He looks positively panicked. And that's partly because of his own lies and secrets and the general complications of their situation, but it's also because he's a trainwreck himself - he doesn't have the psychological toolkit necessary to provide Babe with the solace he needs. So he falls back on the only thing Tony's conditioned him to think he's good for - he feels powerless so he uses his power. It's all he has. It's all he can do. It's such a childlike reaction, it breaks my heart - often when a child encounters someone in distress, that's their exact reaction: stop crying! Don't be sad! They're bewildered, they're hurting now too, and they don't know what to do, they just know they don't like it, so they simply order you to feel better. It's coming from the same sort of place, it's just that Way happens to have the ability to make that order a reality! And maybe I'm grasping at straws, but I think it's important that all he actually uses his power to say is, effectively, 'dont cry, you'll always have me', which, as you pointed out, is a perfectly normal sentiment to express to an upset friend! And even then you can see his hesitancy in doing it. If he really was a terrible horrible no-good very bad boy, this would be the moment to take advantage of Babe, physically or emotionally. But he doesn't. Okay, so the bar is super low, but I don't care - I'm still claiming it as a win for Way's potential redemption!

and because it took me so long to reply to the others i actually got a third ask ijbol

ANON DON’T LEAVE ME, my ask box is open for whenever you need to get all your pent-up way-related or pit babe in general madness out of your system, so feel free.

disclaimer i should have made earlier maybe: i didn’t know nut before pit babe, so i wasn’t influenced by him playing way in any way. don’t let my username fool you; i am a hot wheel omegaverse fan first and foremost and a nut supanut fan second.

i have to say i felt so proud as more eps came out and they kept making more and more obvious what was happening with way… because i clocked it in that first scene at the pool table, on second watch iirc. it took so much effort not to point it out to my friend when i watched the ep with her later that i had to shut up so i wouldn’t say anything lol i love when they do things like that hhh

i’m pretty sure that’s the moment i started paying more attention to way too, because he uses his powers on babe

to tell him something completely normal that anyone would just tell to their friends directly. and, to me, there’s only two ways to read his motives there: either he thinks he needs to use his powers to get through babe’s thick skull because he would not believe it otherwise, or he doesn’t believe in himself enough to think babe, his best friend, would actually listen to him and believe him. (arguably you could say he wants to make sure babe goes to him and no one else, which i don’t think is the case, but i will say it here just to be perfectly clear.) whichever his reasoning actually was it made my sad man alarm go off full blast. i didn’t have an opinion on him yet at that point, only found his reactions to the charlie situation funny, so that was my honest reaction without having any kind of preconceived notion or expectation from the character.

and then, as the story kept progressing, he kept using his powers for similar reasons.

yes he still mind-controlled babe in fucked up ways into believing he wasn’t worthy of love, but now, because he doesn’t already believe that anymore, the idea wouldn’t take. it would hurt babe’s feelings hearing his best friend say that, but it was honestly something he had believed at some point, and again way was trying to protect babe in the most misguided way possible.

and then of course there’s the scene in ep 7 after babe learns about charlie being another of tony’s children and i don’t know if you’ve watched it again after way’s reveal, but you can see his thoughts and feelings so clearly in his face. he’s feeling helpless in so many ways and he wants his friend to stop hurting so he knows the only think he knows that works and it’s so fucked up, because it doesn’t really do anything. he only gets babe to stop crying, which doesn’t make him stop hurting, only makes way stop seeing it, and i don’t think he puts that much thought into it, as you said it’s very clearly a childlike reaction, but it is so telling of way as a character and of his state of mind. not least of all because we’ve seen him comfort babe a lot more with things that are nothing compared to this, but here he doesn’t know what to say or do. so yeah, no notes.

you and me anon, you and me. i do think we’re getting a redemption arc, specially with pete’s whole thing toward way, but i’m cautiously not counting my eggs just yet.

breaks my heart when people don’t stop to wonder why someone that from what we know has the sole mission of bringing babe back home to tony couldn’t have used his powers to either do just that back then or mind-controlling babe into thinking he was in love with him, and instead has spent the last 10 years next to him every day as his best friend. love by itself is neither good or bad, it simply is.

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The First of Us - Chapter 3

We Got Divorced *Not Clickbait*

Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Series summary: you and your father meet Joel and Tommy 6 years after outbreak day. You join their group trying to make it to the Boston QZ not realizing all that joining would entail. You eventually make it to the QZ but not without suffering many losses. Tommy decides to join the Fireflies and you and Joel are left with your smuggling partner, Tess, when years later you meet a teenage girl that will bring you and Joel across the country, and maybe together.

Chapter summary: You and the Miller brothers enter the QZ. Then after a few months of figuring everything out and meeting a woman named Tess, Tommy is itching for something new, and he wants you to come with him.

Warnings: death, outbreak day, friends to lovers, reader has a sister, minor physical descriptions of reader, grieving, FFM threeway (does not include reader, cannon typical violence(if I miss any please lmk)

a/n: CHAPTER THREE WHAT?! I'm so excited that people are reading and liking this little series of mine :) This is honestly one of my favorite chapters! I hope you all are liking the fun chapter titles too haha I wanted them to be fun and interesting despite whatever the actual chapter content was, anyway I will stop rambling, enjoy!!

Word count: 3.8k (a lil shorter haha)

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It had been about a week since you departed from the rest of the group and Tommy and Joel were on better terms than before. Tommy was still mad at Joel for reasons you couldn’t explain because what Tommy was mad at Joel for, Tommy had done… and so had you.

“Well, there it is,” Tommy said looking at a similar concrete wall to the Philadelphia QZ after you came out over a slight hill. There was a very obvious road into the QZ that ended at two large double doors.

“Are we seriously gonna knock on the fucking door?” Joel questioned. You turned your head to look at him.

“Yes we are,” you said confidently. “You’re welcome to stay here and see if I get shot but you have a better chance of getting in with me than by yourself.”

“Unless we die,” Tommy grumbles.

“I don’t hear a better idea,” you retort and continue over the hill. You were getting into this QZ. You heard their footsteps behind you as you all headed closer to the concrete walls that seemed to grow as you got closer. Just before you reached the door, two soldiers took notice of your trio.

“STOP! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND ANY WEAPONS YOU HAVE ON THE GROUND,” one of the soldiers shouted. Well, he didn’t shoot you so you’re starting off better than the others.

“Okay,” you said calmly, slowly lowering your gun to the ground with your hands in the air. “We’re not looking for any trouble.” You could tell this soldier was scared more than anything else. He was young, possibly younger than you so you decided to follow his orders quickly but stay calm. The less freaked out he was the more likely he was to listen to you. You nodded at Joel to set his gun down and Tommy as well. Joel hesitated and you shoved his shoulder a little. Raising your eyebrows as if to say come on man, I don’t wanna do it either but also want to get into this QZ. He glared at you and wordlessly set his gun down. The other soldier walked forward and confiscated your gun…s.

“You have any other weapons on you?” the second soldier asked.

“No, sir,” you said quickly.

“You the only one here who talks?” He said, slightly raising his gun at Joel, who only increased his usual resting grumpy face, which wasn’t helping.

“We talk,” Tommy said, “just sounds better coming out of her.” You’d discussed this earlier– you would do the talking because your voice combined with your looks was your guy’s best shot at getting into the QZ compared to the Miller brother bitchiness.

“We just wanna do whatever you need us to do to get us into the QZ and away from out here,” you said with a soft smile. This did something to the officer because from behind his helmet you watched his eyes drift downward slightly to where the tops of your breasts were exposed out of your black tank top and he backed up to whisper with his partner. After about two minutes of negotiating, one of the soldiers ordered you three forward over a wooden bridge of sorts where there were stop signs on either side while the other went over to a repurposed traffic light in the wall. When it turned green, the large doors opened slowly and you were pushed inside into what you assumed to be a quarantine zone inside the quarantine zone. The soldiers push you past some plastic tarps and through a makeshift plastic door and into a chair and tie you down. Your heart rate quickens and Joel and Tommy resist slightly before giving in. You were inside, you can’t fuck this up now. A new, third soldier enters the dim room you’re in with a large black box.

“This is gonna pinch,” she says coldly. She stabs a needle from the box into your neck and you hiss quietly from the pain. Yeah what a fucking pinch that was. Joel tensed in his chair slightly. The screen on the box lit up green and the soldier moved on to Tommy, who also grimaced when the needle stuck him. The screen lit up green again. Joel, being Joel, didn’t even flinch when getting tested, his face remaining as stoic as always.

“They’re all clean,” the soldier says.

“We removed anything possibly harmful from their bags, but we’ll still pat them down before we get their paperwork done and let them in,” responded another new soldier. A wave of relief washed over you.

It wouldn’t take a genius to put together that this had to be FEDRA. Two soldiers undid Tommy and Joel’s restraints and began patting them down. Another soldier took off your restraints and really took his sweet time feeling you up. This in no way shape or form could be considered patting you down. Joel scowled slightly, but it didn’t look all that different from his usual facial expressions. You just rolled your eyes, a creepy man feeling you up in exchange for being in a QZ was one of the better hands life had given you.

“You could at least buy me dinner first,” you muttered after a particularly lengthy pass over your ass.

“What did you say?” the soldier said, who you recognized as the second soldier from outside. The one who stared at your tits.

“Nothing,” you said quickly and before he could say anything else the soldiers were called away, leaving you and the Miller brothers to be ushered into the processing room. Inside was a table with a stack of papers and one singular woman. She was well into her 60s, but still looked like she’d kick your ass with her purse or some shit. Tommy went up first. She asked him some basic questions and some more particular ones. Every word she said was monotone–zero emotion whatsoever. Then she gave him a paper for the job he had to do tomorrow and a few ration cards to start. She explained his papers would be how he was identified.

“There is a mandatory curfew from 6pm to 6am. If you are caught out on the streets without a specific job or FEDRA approval you will be arrested and placed in lockup until your crime is deemed punishable by law or if you are simply let go. Remember to always report signs of cordyceps infection, coughing, slurred speech, muscle spasms, and mood changes. Safety begins with you… NEXT.” Joel walked forward and went through the same thing.

“Full name?”

“Joel Joseph Miller” he said gruffly.

“Location pre-outbreak?”

“Austin, Texas.”

“Birthday?”

“September 26th, 1967,” the woman hesitated and looked up at him. Her emotionless gaze on him cracked into one of pity.

“Outbreak day? Jesus.” Joel’s birthday is outbreak day? Jesus is right. She finished her questions, handed Joel his papers and repeated her speech from before.

You walked forward. She asked your name and where you were located pre-outbreak. You hesitated only slightly before you said Hazel, Kentucky. You and your father had an unspoken rule to never talk about them, which he broke before he died, but you hadn't said her name out loud in months, maybe over a year.

“Birthday?”

“May 19th, 1989,” you said and the woman looked up again.

“Happy birthday”

Jesus

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Life in the QZ was not all Ryan and the posters made it out to be. Here in Boston you weren’t fighting for your life from infected, nature, raiders, and slavers–you were fighting FEDRA, the fireflies, and just some batshit crazy people. There were some good ones, and you’d made a few connections so far in the two months you’d been there, your favorite being a woman named Tess. She came here from Detroit and had staked her claim in smuggling operations in and out of the QZ and after your arrival she saw an opportunity to gain muscle in her operations. Mostly from Joel. You could tell she also thought he was hot. Joel was either oblivious or didn’t care, you couldn’t quite tell.

The apartment three of you were given already only had one bed propped up on cinder blocks that Tommy and Joel shared and you slept on the couch. Not the most comfortable, but better than the floor or sleeping with Joel or Tommy. Your smuggling with Tess took up most of your free time. You’re not sure how you all became a quartet of terror so fast, but Tess fit in nicely to your group. And smuggling got you more ration cards, which got you more supplies. Tess had gotten you all guns within the first 2 weeks you all agreed to work together. Tommy, however, despite how much better off you were than before was still restless. Smuggling and what you had done in the QZ definitely did not right your wrongs with God– there was a reason people were afraid of you. You could tell Tommy wanted out as soon as he got in, and when business had slowed down, he was nowhere to be fucking found.

You were out later than you should have been one night but Jake, the guy you’d starting fucking semi regularly, had dragged you away for what was supposed to be a quickie. Unsurprisingly, it went a little long. You knew he liked you, but you just saw him as a stress relief. That clearly wasn’t going to plan, though, as you had never finished with him.

As you were walking back to the apartment rushing to meet curfew, you were suddenly pulled out of the street into an alley. You started to fight back when a hand went over your mouth but then you heard a voice you recognized.

“Shh shh shh, it’s me, Tommy,” Tommy whispered. You wriggled out of his grasp and turned to look at him.

“Tommy?! What the fuck are you doing? Why aren’t you back at the apartment by now? It’s almost six? You’re late again and Joel will fucking kill you and then me because I was with you!” you whisper shouted at him. He and Joel got in a pretty heated argument the other night about Tommy not being back in the apartment by curfew. Something about how he always used to have to bail Tommy out of jail and blah blah blah brotherly quarrels. But you still didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Joel’s anger.

“Look I wanna take you to meet someone, just trust me,” Tommy said, you immediately started to turn back onto the street.

“Absolutely not.”

“Please?” He grabbed your arm. “Trust me.”

You cursed God for coming up with Miller brother puppy dog eyes and sighed. “Fine.”

After a bit of walking Tommy took you to an abandoned corner building in the QZ. Tommy went up to the door and gave the guards standing there a code.

“I swear if you took me to a fucking brothel,” you trailed off when you noticed a large, red symbol on the wall, a firefly. You took in a sharp breath, “Tommy” you said slowly, “what the hell is going on?”

“He didn’t tell you on the way here?” a woman said coming out of a room in the hallway. She had tanned skin and calculating brown eyes that matched her brown curly hair that was tied back in a low, loose ponytail. She was wearing a simple gray tank top and army green cargo pants with a gun holstered at the hip. You’d heard of her, but now that you were actually looking at her, it all made sense.

“Clearly not, but I’m guessing you’re Marlene?” you said coldly. You didn’t like being the only one out of the loop.

“That would be me,” she smiled, “and Tommy here is going to join us.”

“What?” you questioned angrily.

“Yeah and I was thinking you should come with us,” Tommy said.

“What?” you questioned again. You were so confused. Tommy? Joining the Fireflies? Where is he going with them?

“Look, you know the things we’ve done, the things we’re still doing. I can’t stand it anymore, Joel’s too far gone and he’s getting older and Tess would never, but you? Come on sugar, this is a chance at redemption, to help people instead of hurt them.”

You looked at him in bewilderment. What the hell was he talking about? Sure, you still had to do some not-great things while smuggling but it was nowhere near the level of dark with Ryan and the group. You only did what was necessary. It was different. Right?

“There’s a squadron of us going out west. Tommy has agreed to be one of them. We have a base out there that’s doing some real good work to benefit the world, not just in the QZs, and from what Tommy’s told me we could use a woman with your mind and skill set,” Marlene says.

“What, you mean like a cure?” she nods, and you laugh, “Tommy, you’re gonna leave us hell you’re gonna leave Joel for what? A chance? Some ‘good work?’ You know how long it took us to get here, and-” you sharply inhale, “fuck I know it isn’t the most glamorous thing but it’s still fucking better than having to live out there. Plus, you’d have to make it through the open city and then past that”

“Good thing I won’t be alone,” Tommy interrupts, frustrated, “and everytime we leave we’re at risk of hanging. Come on sugar, do you really want to stay here for the rest of your life shoveling shit, dumping bodies, and taking orders? And not just from FEDRA. Tess? Joel? They’re making you do what Ryan made us do just under a new name. It still makes us bad people, it still makes you a bad person. Do you really think your family would want that for you?”

That made you pause. Would they? Your dad’s fucking dying wish was that you find a better life and keep thinking of others, but you couldn’t help but feel you’d only half accomplished one of those. Were they looking down on you from heaven, or up from hell, with disappointment? Would it be better if you left with the Fireflies? With Tommy?

“You’re my closest friend, sugar. I just want what’s best for you. We can be heroes instead of villains.”

Villains? You weren’t fucking villains. And then it all made sense. After about a minute of organizing your thoughts you grinned at Tommy and you watched his eyes flash with a glimpse of hope before you said, “On today’s episode of Tommy Miller’s Hero Complex, he’s joining a new and cool rebel group to ease his conscience about the things we did to survive, not because we wanted to,” you watched his face fall at your biting remarks.

“There’s no moral code in this world anymore Tommy because if there was you’d see that Marlene over there is no less guilty than either of us” you spat.

“I beg to differ,” Marlene interjected.

“Well you’re gonna keep begging because I didn’t fucking ask you,” you snarled. “Tommy, listen, let’s just go back to the apartment and talk about this.”

He sighed, “I’ll go back to the apartment to say my goodbyes, we leave at dawn tomorrow,” he said, refusing to meet your eyes. You blinked back tears of betrayal, frustration, and sadness. But if this was the road he wanted to take, fine.

It was about a 20 minute walk back to the apartment, but it took even longer because you and Tommy had to silently dodge FEDRA soldiers every few minutes. Luckily Tommy had it down to science and you assumed all those nights he’d been late he had been doing this.

When you reached the apartment it was 7:15. You unlocked the door and walked in to find Tess sitting on the couch and Joel pacing the floor. As soon as he turned and made eye contact with you both the fight began.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?”

“Ask Tommy,” you said glumly as you walked over to the kitchen table and slung your bag onto it and flopped into a chair, putting your hands on your face. This was gonna be a long night.

The three of them argued all night, while you listened from the kitchen table, like you always did. They’d ask you for your two cents occasionally, but would start arguing again before you could answer until Tommy tried to pin some of the blame on you.

“Look, she almost decided to go with me! Why aren’t you mad at her?”

You stood from the table and walked towards him swinging your finger up in his face, “Yeah I thought about it for a split second until you called yourself a hero and us villains and then I realized you don’t actually think this will help, it’s just to ease that little hero complex you have. Sometimes heroes do bad things to save the people they care about, but clearly you don’t care about us enough to get over it.”

“I never said that I didn’t care about you guys,” Tommy shot back.

“No, but you’ve been complaining for weeks that what we’re doing is bad and that it makes us bad people, hell you tried to win me over by using my dead family as a bargaining chip. I killed my father and you don’t see me moping about how horrible of a person I am. No, I took it and use it as fuel for my fucking fire and to keep my promise to him. Your little Star Wars Rebels group isn’t going to change anything.”

“She’s right,” Tess said. “What? Do you really think joining them is going to change anything about you?”

“I’m gonna fucking help people instead of blackmailing them for information, supplies, or ration cards. I’m gonna stop FEDRA’s abuses instead of supplying their officer’s addictions. I’m gonna negotiate and listen instead of killing.” Tommy shouted and then looked at Joel. Something about Tommy’s last sentence softened both of them. Like it reminded the brothers of a memory they shared.

Joel fiddled with the broken watch on his wrist, “I can’t protect you out there,” he said softly.

“I know, but I won’t be alone,” Tommy put his hand on Joel’s shoulder, “I’ll be okay, I’m a man now, I’m not just your little brother anymore.”

“You know the radio communication codes here?” Joel asked.

“Yes,” Tommy said.

“You’ll check in?” Joel said firmly, it was more of a demand than a question.

“Promise.”

“Okay,” Joel breathed. “Dawn you said?”

“Dawn.” You all looked out the window, there was still a few hours before then.

“You need to get some rest, you have a long journey ahead of you,” Joel said walking over to the bed. “Just stay here Tess, it’s late,” he said without turning around. You could tell this hurt Tess, but she didn’t say anything. She never did. So you took your flat pillow and blanket to one end of the couch and curled up there, Tess headed to the other end and sat down, but to your surprise Tommy kneeled next to you.

“I’m sorry for trying to force you into that, I shouldn’t have used your family like that, it wasn’t fair. You’re like a little sister to me, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he confessed.

“It’s okay, I know why you did it,” you said softly and he hugged you from the side of the couch. “Just be safe out there, okay?” you said into his shoulder, to which he responded with a squeeze.

“I will.”

And at dawn, he was gone.

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The second leg of your life in the QZ started after that. On a smuggling run not long after Tommy left, Tess, Joel, and you came across Bill and Frank on the radio, two men living in a gated, safe haven, private neighborhood resort of sorts. It took a little convincing but eventually Bill agreed with Frank that they should partner up with you guys. Trips there were rare, but cherished. You and Frank especially got along. You were young and he loved to doll you up just for a day and make you feel like a girl again instead of just a woman in a broken world. You protested at first, but when you saw how delighted it made Frank it reminded you of how much Hazel loved to get dolled up, so you always let him. You’d receive a compliment from Tess, showers of praise from Frank, a comment or two from Bill– less for you and mostly for Frank’s handiwork, and stares from Joel. It was easy to forget about the end of the world there.

Tess moved into the apartment about a year after Tommy left, but you hadn’t minded the brief time it was just you and Joel. You’d grown fond of your little conversations with him as he slowly would open up to you about his life as a contractor and as he learned bits about your short life in Hazel.

You two decided to just share the bed and it was way more comfortable than the couch so you were grateful the awkward tension there had broken, but when Tess moved in to make smuggling operations easier, you were moved back to the couch not so subtly by her.

The first night Joel came over to the couch, but before he could open his mouth you reassured him it was fine and that the elderly needed the bed more than you did.

It went on like this for years. You’d hear from Tommy here and there, go on a smuggling run, trade around the QZ, see a hanging, watch the fireflies fucking destroy everything, and work. It wasn’t great by any means, and it honestly really sucked most of the time, but you had food every night, protection, and a couch to sleep on, so if this was what the rest of your life was gonna be, you hoped your dad would take this as a better life.

You were gonna have to keep working on that thinking of others thing.

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Until It Doesn’t Hurt

Chapter 5: Come Along

Summary:

20 years since the RDA was pushed off of the moon of Pandora, they are back once more. The RDA thinks their only problem is the traitor Jake Sully and his family, but as it turns out, Jake wasn’t the only ‘problem’ left behind 20 years ago.

Anthe was a child soldier, stolen from their home and forced to learn the ways of the humans, erasing any of their connections to the Na’vi from before. Finally free from the RDA’s hold after being trapped in cryosleep, they're about to make themselves everyone's problem.

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Sibling bonding with the Sullys.

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Pairing: Aged Up!Neteyam X Nonbinary!Na'vi!Reader/OC (OC and Neteyam are both around 20)

Warnings: Mentions of Past Violence, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mild Claustrophobia, No Use of Y/N, Blood, Self-depreciation, Neglectful Parenting

WC: 2284 words. AO3 Link Here

A/N: It is October heat wave time for me right now and I am melting rn but maybe writing things will help ;^; Im also posting this slightly earlier than I thought i would, given that my brain only knows thesis and baldurs gate right now lol

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The day Anthe learned that Tuk liked to bite people when she was mad, was the same day Neteyam had been forced to leave them with Lo’ak and Kiri, instead of accompanying Anthe around himself. In the time Anthe had stayed with the Sully’s, Neteyam had been given the chance to spend his time with them, to teach and share the ways of the Na’vi, instead of his typical duties; but enough time had passed now that the Olo’eyktan had asked his eldest son to return to business as usual. That left Anthe in the company of the middle two Sully children.

Neteyam was not happy about it. Not that he didn’t like Anthe spending time with his siblings, quite the contrary, he loved hearing how well they all got on, it was that he didn’t like losing his time with them. While Anthe’s arm healed, he was only able to teach them about half of the things that they needed to know. But the process was slow, and often painful as their flesh slowly scarred over where the Palulukan had tagged them. So, until they healed, Neteyam could not take them hunting or patrolling with him, as much as he desperately wanted to.

Still, Neteyam could not deny his fathers orders, and so Anthe was left to be watched by Lo’ak and Kiri. Kiri was also very kind and attentive to them, often checking over Anthe’s wound in her grandmother's absence. She was also much more assertive than Anthe initially thought, and sarcastic.

It had been Kiri’s idea to visit the science outpost, talking about visiting Spider, and Lo’ak had jumped at the chance to leave High Camp. With her older siblings leaving, Tuk insisted on going with them, dragging on Lo’ak arms as she begged her brother to let her tag along. Eventually, he relented, and the four of them were off, flying down towards the forest floor.

Anthe found themselves glad to be flying with Kiri on her large indigo Ikran, especially watching Lo’ak spin and dive, Tuk squealing in delight in his lap. Anthe’s stomach did flips as they watched him. Flying with Kiri was not as secure as flying with Neteyam, Anthe was bigger than the young woman and had to sit behind her on the sadle, but at least she seemed calm and in control.

Anthe was wary of coming to a human outpost, though the siblings all reassure them that everyone there was very nice and no one would hurt them, they remained vigilant. Even injured, Anthe and Lo’ak were the closest to warriors and that left the safety of Kiri and Tuk to them.

“{Here we are}” Lo’ak announced, mostly for Anthe’s benefit, as the group entered a small clearing. They had gotten more used to speaking solely in Na’vi, though still occasionally slipped back into English when they couldn’t find the words they needed.

Immediately, Anthe saw it, the strange amalgamation of metal and wooden structures that made up the outpost. Several smaller metal caravan-like buildings linked together, with more traditional Na’vi buildings positioned around the outside. They spotted the first of the humans quickly, their small frames popping in and out of sight between buildings or from behind trees, all of them bearing the exo-masks that allowed them to breathe the Pandoran air. There were also several Na’vi. Or at least what Anthe initially thought were Na’vi, but quickly realized must be Avatars, from their extra fingered hands and human clothing. None of them bared the newcomers any mind.

“{Come.}” Kiri said, smiling as they took Anthe’s hand. “{This way.}”

Kiri and Lo’ak led them into one of the metal buildings, handing out breathing masks as they delved further into the cold grey halls. Anthe was immediately uncomfortable, the low ceiling and narrow windowless pathways feeling suffocating as they followed. Eventually, the halls opened into a wider room, one where Anthe didn’t have to hunch over to move through anymore. The room was wide, filled with computer screens and other machines and equipment Anthe couldn’t even imagine the purpose of.

“{Hey bro!}” A human man grinned, running up to Lo’ak. He was practically naked save for a loincloth typical of Na’vi, painted blue stripes adorning his muscled body, blonde dreadlocks hanging around his face.

“{Spider!}” Lo’ak grinned back, meeting the man with some kind of complicated handshake. Lo’ak and Kiri both towered over him as they showered Spider in greetings and hugs. Even Tuk seemed to be gaining on him despite her young age. Anthe stood back, not wanting to interrupt.

Anthe interacted with Spider the least, not because they didn’t want to, but because he simply wasn’t around as much. Anthe had only left High Camp a handful of times, mostly with Kiri, or Neteyam, and Spider was not often at High Camp himself. Anthe suspected that might be due to Neytiri’s influence. It was hard to miss the mother’s loathing for the young human.

They spotted another man, Norm, towards the back of the room. Anthe had met Norm briefly back at High Camp. He was human, though spent much of his time piloting his Avatar, the form he still took now. He was a scientist, and reminded Anthe very much of their Teacher. The lanky man waved from his seat shouting a greeting towards the larger group.

“{Hey kids! Here to check on Grace?}”

“{Yep!}” Kiri smiled, pulling Spider with her as they headed further into the room.

“{And to see Spider.}” Lo’ak laughed.

“{Tuk?}” Anthe leaned over to the youngest Sully, speaking quietly.

“{Hmm?}” Tuk hummed, ever bright and smiling.

“{Who is Grace?}”

“{Oh, that's Kiri’s mama.}” The young girl said matter of factly.

“{But I thought Neytiri was your mother?}” Anthe asked, confused.

“{She is! Just not Kiri’s. Well, she’s still Kiri’s mama.}”

“{Neytiri is not my biological mother. Grace is.}” Kiri cut in, smiling gently as she explained.

“{O-oh. I’m sorry, I just assumed.}” Anthe shrank, embarrassed.

“{It’s alright. My situation is, um, complicated.}” Kiri shrugged.“{This is her.}”

Kiri led them over to a large liquid filled tube sitting towards the back of the room.

“{Hi, Ma. This is my friend, Anthe.}”

Anthe looked closer, quickly seeing a woman's body floating idly inside the tube. She looked exactly like Kiri. Her features suggested she was an Avatar, but Anthe had never seen one suspended like this before. The body twitched and moved from within the tank, seeming as if she was just asleep. Anthe didn’t need to be told any more details, it was clear enough to them that Grace’s human body had likely died, leaving her Avatar an empty husk. Anthe themselves had never known their own mother, or rather, couldn’t remember her. They thought how bittersweet it must be for Kiri to have her mother right there, and simultaneously not at all.

“{You look just like her.}” Anthe said quietly to the younger woman. Kiri smiled at the comment, before turning her attention back to Spider and Lo’ak who had started messing around with the nearby computers.

“{Hey don’t mess with those!}”

—

Anthe sat quietly, watching as the group laughed and played together in the afternoon sun. Lo’ak had led them all to a small clearing, where he now stood wrestling with Tuk and Spider. Kiri laid in the grass nearby, seeming almost as if in a trance as she watched the plants and animals in the canopy above. Everything was so calm, so easy. It reminded Anthe of the past, spending time with their own siblings. The reminder of them had started to hurt less, becoming more a melancholy ache than the stab of a knife in their chest. Anthe thought often of their siblings, though they continued to refrain from speaking about them, but they thought the others would like the Sully’s, if they ever got the chance to meet them. Of course the calm was broken by a shrieking from where Lo’ak Spider and Tuk were playing. Anthe had only been half paying attention, but the second the sound hit their ears, they were upright and knife out looking for an attacker. But there was none. Or at least none that Anthe had expected. Tuk was wrapped around Lo’ak head, her teeth latched onto one pointed ear, fingers clawing at his braids, and tail lashing wildly behind her.

“{Tuk! Stop!}” Spider yelled, trying to pry the girl from her brother's shoulders. Tuk was just growling and hissing, refusing to let go.

“{Ack- Tuk I’m sorry! Let go!}” Lo’ak tried to push her off, falling backwards onto the ground with a thump. Anthe watched the struggle for a moment, trying to let their initial adrenaline ease before getting involved, and pocketing their knife. Kiri, had sat up in the grass, but didn’t move to get involved right away either.

“{Tuk!}” The boys were still yelling as Anthe stepped forward. They tapped Spider’s shoulder, with their free hand, motioning for him to step back. Gently, they snaked their arm around Tuk’s waist, pulling her and Lo’ak upright.

“{Lo’ak, stop struggling.}” They said, just held the pair for a moment until Lo’ak did as he was told, but still whining the whole way. As Lo’ak stopped struggling, Tuk seemed to deflate, and finally let go. Lo’ak immediately jumped away, and Anthe pulled the girl from his shoulders. Tuk was still huffing, arms crossed and angry, as Anthe knelt down to her level.

“{What happened?}” They asked Tuk, trying to be calm and even. Anthe had seen plenty of fights between their siblings, petty or otherwise. When they were younger, Anthe had often been the one to defuse those situations afterwards, but it had been a long time since the last time they had handled something like this.

“{She bit me!}” Lo’ak shouted defensively, holding his wounded ear.

“{I’m asking Tuk.}” Anthe cut back at him with a stern look before turning back to the young girl. “{What happened?}”

“{They wouldn’t let me play with them!}” Tuk pouted. “{They kept pushing me away! You guys always leave me out of stuff!}”

“{Tuk, we were wrestling, we didn’t want you to get hurt.}” Spider said, trying to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off, pouting harder.

“{But I’m just as big as you are!}”

“{Tuk, even if youre just as big as Spider, that doesn’t mean you can’t still get hurt.}” Anthe smoothed a hand down the girl's back, trying to ease the tension from her shoulders. Unlike with Spider, Tuk did not shrug off the touch, just frowning sadly as the anger leaked out of her.

“{You’re still a lot younger than them. I know you just want to not be left out, but you should say something, not bite people when you’re mad.}” Anthe gave Lo’ak a pointed look. He seemed to catch their meaning and deflated himself, coming to stoop with them at Tuk’s level.

“{I’m sorry we leave you out of things Tuk, it’s like Anthe said, we just don't want you getting hurt. But please don’t bite me when you get mad, that really hurt.}”

“{I’m sorry I bit you…}” Tuk mumbled, lip wobbling, whatever fight that had been there finally going out of her.

“{Maybe there is something else that we can all do?}” Spider suggested as Lo’ak scooped Tuk into a hug.

“{Yes, please.}” Tuk sniffed. Anthe stepped back, giving the siblings some space as the situation calmed itself.

“{You handled that really well. Usually there's a lot more shouting.}” Kiri smiled, coming to stand with them.

“{I just tried to keep things calm.}” They shrugged. “{What do you mean there's more shouting?}”

“{Well, usually, dad gets mad and yells at everyone and we all get in trouble. Neteyam is better, but he usually gets into arguments with Lo’ak too.}” Anthe frowned.

“{Wait, your father just yells at all of you? How does that help anything?}” Kiri just shrugged in response and Anthe’s frown deepened, watching as Spider and Lo’ak started to try and come up with a game they could play with Tuk.

They had seen a bit of Jake Sully’s parenting. He was strict, especially with his sons. Often treating them more similarly to how they remembered the Staff Sergeant who commanded their squad did than how they thought a father was supposed to act. He was better with Tuk and Kiri, more obviously loving, but strict all the same. What had been even more blatant to Anthe was simply how often Jake and Neytiri were not around at all. Anthe figured it was because of their high rank among the clan, but it still felt off to them. In truth, Neteyam was more a parent to his siblings than their actual parents were. He was the one who settled most arguments and made sure his siblings weren’t getting into trouble. Anthe shook their head, they had no place to judge. They had never had real parents to care for them, only the caretakers at TAP and their Teacher.

Tenak and their other siblings had grown up as a tight knit group, bonded through shared trauma and intense military training. They had all learned the hard way that no one else would look out for them but each other, so arguments were best dealt with quickly and calmly. The melancholy feeling started to come back as Anthe watched the new game of competitive tree climbing before them. They stood back, content to watch rather than join in themselves. A part of them wanted to join, but a louder part of Anthe’s mind told them to be on guard for danger or predators.

Protect these people where they could not protect their own family.

#froglet writes fics #atwow #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #avatar frontiers of pandora #james cameron avatar #neteyam x oc #neteyam fanfiction

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blossoming-sun · 10 months

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Smh why are there so many AUs focusing on Sheriff but none on the other characters? Now I have to make AUs for all of them.

Mutant Shooter AU (hear me out hear me out)

So basically I was watching the earlier episodes and realised that… Shooter is really not smart. He doesn’t even know what a dictionary is (edit: he calls it a “thing made of paper”, does he even know what a book is?)… which annoyed and confused me so much that I decided to make an entire AU based off it. You are welcome.

Order of stuff: Storyline, design + powers for shooter, bonus notes, stuff that changes

So basically straight after the great fart, there were still a lot of people left, and most of them were kind to each other and formed little survivor camps. Mutant Shooter was wandering around, saw some humans and was fascinated by them. He loved watching them work together and be intelligent and stuff, and was particularly fascinated by their technology. He found an old gaming console one day and became obsessed. After seeing how great humans were compared to mutants, he decided to become one. But he didn’t really know how to be human. He had no idea how to do most of the things he saw humans in survivor camps do. He wanted to ask them, but even when he was disguised, they chased him away. One day, he saw a human (Sheriff) being chased by a horde of toothys. He drove them off and made a deal with Sheriff: He taught Shooter how to become human, and Shooter would protect him while he stole things. Sheriff was hesitant to trust a mutant especially after everything that had happened, but got used to Shooter after a while. Shooter wasn’t like the mindless beasts that “killed” his brother, so Sheriff was able to trust him more easily. Everything was going great for about 6-8 months, until the day Sheriff stole the morphonite. Shooter couldn’t control how compelled he was to just have it, and insisted on being the only one allowed to touch it. Sheriff was confused, but was like “sure whatever idc”. And then Vegan and BP showed up and demanded the morphonite. Sheriff and Shooter both refused. So they had a massive fight, but while they were doing that, a horde of toxic eyes appeared and they were forced to work together to defeat them. In the fight, Vegan sneakily stole the morphonite and ran away with BP. Shooter was really really mad. Sheriff was also mad. So they chased after Vegan and BP and arrived just in time to see Dr White be transformed into a human. Shooter got really really excited by this and wanted to know how they did it. Dr White explained the antidote to them but left out the fact that it only worked for colossuses. Shooter wanted to join La Resistance to become human (he didn’t tell the others this, he just seemed really excited to join). Sheriff just wanted to continue stealing things with Shooter, but was practically forced to join thanks to Shooters nagging/ begging.

And Panic Island happens and Wart is like “WHY ARE YOU ON THE HUMANS SIDE ISTG” and then boom- exposed and Vegan and BP are not happy about this and Sheriff is just so casual about it (and enjoys provoking their reactions)

Also oh boy, things are not gonna go well when Shooter discovers that the antidote won’t work for him…

Everybody felt too guilty about his excitement to become human to tell him that it wasn’t possible, and he didn’t find out until Sheriff finally took him aside (some point between episode 36-37) and was like “I just wanted to make sure you knew” he did not take it very well, and was kinda depressed for days after. Then Vegan gave him a speech about how humanity is about your actions and stuff, and although he didn’t really understand it, it did make him feel better

Shooter design:

He has scales all over his body (like an alligator) that are mostly blue, with yellow and black patches (like his shirt in human form) He has spikes along his back and on his elbows and the back of his thighs, and is semi-humanoid? He also has horns, and a tail that looks like an electrical cord (Do not try to plug it in. Sheriff tried this, and it did not end well.) and I’m just gonna draw him because this is too hard to explain

Powers:

Creating complex illusions, but it’s limited (he can make himself look like other species, but hasn’t quite mastered anything other than humans yet. When he looks like a human, he will feel like a human and be practically indistinguishable from a human. He can also become invisible (like tongueX)

Yeah no that’s his only ability lol

Bonus notes:

Shooter can read, but at a very basic level

He doesn’t know what a lot of things are and will make up words to describe things

Shooter can’t do math. This has never impacted him at all because this is the apocalypse and you don’t need to know maths in the apocalypse

Sheriff is very protective of him and sees him like a younger brother (Uses him to cope with Ryan dying)

He is a child, but because he was so immature in canon to begin with there isn’t that much of a difference

BP trusts him a bit, Vegan barely trusts him (but warms up to him over time), and Valley thinks he is an adorable lil baby

He likes to sing, and it’s very adorable. Sheriff finds his singing hilarious but has to force himself not to laugh so he doesn’t hurt Shooters feelings

Shooter can attack things by brute force, but prefers to use guns because they’re way cooler

Stuff that changes:

Sheriff is not part mutant

Brutux never joins La Resistance, and neither do Apocalipsis Samurai and Katani

Brutus would probably appear as a minor antagonist at some point, because he is literally a mafia boss theatre kid and he would make such a good antagonist

Sheriff is not the leader of La Resistance. He was really unhelpful and unenthusiastic about the whole thing, and was an asshole to everyone but shooter until episode 29, when Vegan saved him. Although he is a better person now, Vegan and BP are still kinda salty towards him

Shooter does not have any romance with vegan or Valley, because as I said before, he’s a child

#gray rambles #Another mutant busters AU #This time for shooter #I love him #Mutant busters #Mutant busters AU

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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...And They Never Stole from Roxanne Again

It is now Freddy's turn to be tickled for stealing her hair products. And unfortunately for Freddy, her need for an explanation has gone right out the window.

Part 2 to Never Steal from Roxanne

It is...too early for this shit...But, I haven't uploaded in about a week. So...Here's the fanfic. This fanfic was suggested by UndertaleSansLuv3. I hope you enjoy!

Roxanne opened up Chica’s dressing room door, revealing her picture perfect white and green hair. It was poofy, soft, and looked like it came from a supermodel. But of course, we all know Roxanne is a part time supermodel.

“Thanks for letting me use your hair products.” Roxanne told her.

“No problem! Heck, you can have all my hair products. I don’t even know why I have them! I have no loose hair like you have.” Chica admitted.

Roxanne giggled. “Well still…thanks.” Roxanne said, taking the Glamrock shopping bag with the hair products in them. “I’ll take these to my dressing room. And then…I have a certain date with a bear…” Roxanne told her.

“Ooooh! What kind of date? A dinner date? Are you gonna have candles? Flower petals? One Ice cream bowl with two scoops?” Chica asked, slightly teasing her.

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “No, Chica. It’s not a date-date. I’m planning to get revenge on Freddy for stealing my hair products.” Roxanne told her. Chica widened her eyes. “Wait, really? But…I thought Monty stole your hair products!” Chica protested.

“They both did. And I already got my revenge on Monty. It’s Freddy’s turn now.” Roxanne replied, turning to leave.

Chica hummed, slowly starting to understand. “...and am I expected to help? Or what?” Chica asked.

“Well…” Roxanne turned to face Chica again. “Do you want to help?” Roxanne asked.

“I…honestly prefer watching.” Chica admitted.

Roxanne smiled and nodded. “Sounds good. If you need to find me, just follow the sound of Freddy’s laughter.” Roxanne told her.

“Cluck cluck, captain.” Chica replied.

Roxanne headed back to her dressing room and dropped off the hair products. This time, instead of keeping them out in the open, Roxanne decided to keep her hair brush and other things in her drawers, and kept the hair products in her closet. Since there were now thieves in the damned Pizzaplex, Roxanne felt it was easier and safer that way.

Then, Roxanne left her dressing room and looked around to find Freddy. It didn’t take long to find Freddy at all, actually. He was standing near the Monty Gator Golf, watching Monty play around in the attraction.

“Monty’s getting really good at playing his own golf game.” Freddy told Roxanne.

Roxanne nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna need you to explain something to me:” Roxanne told him.

Freddy turned to look at Roxanne. “What is it?”

Roxanne crossed her arms. “Why were you carrying my hair products around earlier?” Roxanne asked.

Freddy blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Are you still mad about that?” Freddy asked. “I was carrying them around because I was trying to return them.” Freddy replied.

“Oh really?” Roxanne reacted, not believing him.

“Really! Did you not hear what I was saying to you when I first arrived? I said ‘Hey Roxy. I was trying to look for you in your room, but you weren’t there’.” Freddy told her.

“And you were holding my hair products. You had to have stolen them.” Roxanne said.

“Again, I was trying to return them to you. I found them in Monty’s room, and I took them to give them back.” Freddy told her.

“So you DID take them.” Roxanne reacted.

Freddy narrowed his eyes and groaned. She wasn’t listening to him at all… “Since you are not going to listen, I guess I won’t give you back this pony.” He said, holding up a thick scrunchie.

Roxanne widened her eyes and pointed to it. “My scrunchie! That’s my favorite one!” Roxanne reacted. “Give it back right now!” Roxanne ordered.

“Not happening, unless you listen to me.” Freddy replied.

“Don’t make me do what I did to Monty.” Roxanne warned.

Freddy sighed. “But I didn’t do anything.” Freddy told her. “You know what? Fine. Just tickle me if that’s what you are craving.” Freddy told her.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Roxanne replied, pretending to crack her knuckles before tackling Freddy to the ground.

Freddy laid his hands on the ground beside him. “Alright. Ready.” Freddy said.

“Let’s- Wait, what?” Roxanne paused, looking at him with confusion.

“Are you not going to start?” Freddy asked.

Roxanne huffed and crossed her arms. “No…” She mumbled through her teeth.

“.....Why?” Freddy asked.

“Because it’s no fun when you’re not begging for me to stop or get off! I want you to be terrified! Anxious to get out of my grasp!” Roxanne told him.

“I’m sorry, but…I don’t think you deserve any of that.” Freddy told her.

“WHAT?!” Roxanne yelled.

“You clearly do not want an explanation, because I tried to give you an explanation and you won’t listen to it.” Freddy said. “And you obviously want to tickle me and get revenge. So…I’m letting you get revenge so that you can listen to me.” Freddy told her.

Roxanne was in pure shock. “I-Bu-But- Um- I-” Roxanne stuttered. Roxanne grunted and finally started skittering her fingers in his armpits. “Just shut up!” Roxanne yelled.

Freddy started snickering right away, closing his eyes as he smiled brightly. “Nahahah. Ihihi rahather lihihike tahahalking, thahank yohohou.” Freddy replied.

Roxanne growled and moved her fingers down to where his middle ribs should be. Freddy guffawed and arched his back as he bursted out in full-blown laughter. “aaAAAHAHAhahahahahaha! Hahahahappy nohohohow?” Freddy asked.

Roxanne growled even louder at those words. “I said…SHUT UP!” Roxy yelled, digging her claws deeper into Freddy’s rib area.

“HahahaHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Freddy laughed loudly, wiggling around and kicking his feet.

“Take that! And that!” Roxanne yelled, tickling his back with her left hand, while resuming her rib tickles with her right hand.

“OHOHO GEEEEHEHEHEHEEEZ! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Freddy shouted.

“Freddy, I can’t concentrate with you laughing so loud.” Monty complained.

Freddy snorted and covered his mouth to try and muffle his laughter a little bit. “Sohohorryyyyy.” Freddy mumbled.

“You can still golf, Monty.” Roxanne told him. “A little reminder about how loud YOU are. And we live with that!” Roxanne added.

“At least I don’t scream like an angry teenager!” Monty yelled back.

“DO YOU WANT TO GET WRECKED AGAIN?!” Roxanne shouted at him.

“Rohohohoxyyyyy!” Freddy uncovered his mouth. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Freddy begged.

“HOW ABOUT YOU FOCUS ON FREDDY AND THEN GET BACK TO ME.” Monty shouted.

“YOU KNOW WHAT?! I WILL.” Roxanne yelled before looking down at Freddy. “Now give me back my scrunchie!” Roxanne ordered.

“HAHAHAVE IT.” Freddy said, dropping it in front of her.

Roxanne removed her hands from his sides and grabbed the scrunchie. She twisted the scrunchie into her hair and then went right back to tickling the ribs. “Thank you.” Roxanne replied.

“Wait, WHAHAHAHAHAT?! OHOHOHOH COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Freddy yelled.

“Thought I was gonna be fair, huh?” Roxanne teased with a smirk.

“MYHY HAHAHANDS ARE WIHIHIDE OPEHEHEHEN!” Freddy reminded her.

“Yeah, so?” Roxanne replied. “Why say that?”

Freddy grabbed Roxanne’s hips and started digging into her hips. “REHEHEVEHENGE!” Freddy yelled.

Roxanne squealed and removed her hands from his sides to quickly get Freddy’s hands off her. “BAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU CHEHEHEATER!” Roxanne shouted before flopping onto Freddy.

But the flop sounded more like symbols crashing, thanks to them both being made of metal. Monty paused midswing at the loud crashing noise, and growled. “You guys are SO LOUD!” Monty shouted before taking a swing and completely missing the target.

Freddy quickly pushed Roxanne off himself and resumed tickling her hips. “Cahahan’t tahake what you dish out?” Freddy asked.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP, FREHEHEHEDDYHYHY!” Roxanne spat.

“Wow! I was ten times better than this! Why give ME all the sass?” Freddy asked.

“YOHOU RUHUHUINED MY REVEHEHEHENGE!” Roxanne yelled.

“And you didn’t listen to my explanation! So it’s all fair and square.” Freddy replied.

“HOW IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO FOCUS AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!” Monty shouted, throwing the putter onto the ground in anger.

Freddy sighed and shook his head. “No one asked your opinion, Monty.” Freddy said.

Roxanne was too busy laughing to even consider yelling anything back to Monty. “IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA KIHIHICK YOHOU FOR THIHIHIHIS!” Roxanne yelled.

“Well that doesn’t sound fair, now does it?” Freddy asked.

Roxanne was about to protest…but then a pair of fingers started tickling her foot. “Speaking of kicking…How would you feel if I tickled this foot for a bit?” Freddy asked.

Roxanne’s laughter fell into fits of giggles. She curled her feet and covered her mouth to try and muffle the embarrassing giggles she was letting out.

“Wow! Roxanne is capable of being cute? Who would’ve thought?” Freddy teased.

“Shuhuhuhush!” Roxanne shouted.

“Wow! And using the word ‘shush’ instead of ‘shut up’? How unusual for Roxanne.” Freddy added.

“At least I can somewhat focus now…” Monty muttered out loud.

“You haven’t given up on golf yet? It’s been 20 minutes of being on the same level.” Freddy reacted.

“Well jokes on you, I’m now on level 7! So beat that!” Monty replied.

“Ihihi’m surprihihised he hahahasn’t eheheaten the goholf bahahahall.” Roxanne added.

“Honestly…I am too.” Freddy replied.

And the moment Freddy went up to Roxanne’s toes, it was all over. Roxanne guffawed super loudly, scaring Monty in the process, and threw her head left and right as she cackled almost manically.

A couple seconds later, Freddy finally decided to stop tickling Roxanne. He let Roxanne go and offered her a hand when she felt ready. Roxanne eventually took his hand, and got up to her feet with his help.

“Alright…I think I’m done with my revenge now.” Roxanne said. “Truce?” She offered her hand.

Freddy nodded. “Truce.” he said, offering his own hand.

Roxanne and Freddy did a handshake. But Freddy managed to sneak some tickles onto Roxanne’s palm, of all places. And Roxanne squealed.

Monty growled as he watched the ball completely miss the hole. “Rox…You made me miss my hole in one!” Monty complained.

Freddy and Roxanne looked at Monty…then at each other with smirks on their faces. 5 seconds later, and Monty’s loud laughter began to fill the Monty Gator Golf Attraction for a little while.

Look who’s complaining now, Monty?

#stealing #getting answers #ticklefic #switch!roxanne #switch!freddy #angry monty #lee!monty #fluff

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perianfrost · 1 year

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Join the Chorus 25/25

We did it! Happy day to all!

December 25

By the time they got back to Room 306, it was past midnight, and Bruno was still incensed.

“I can’t believe them! How did we miss it? How did we miss it?”

Boots kicked his shoes off without comment. Bruno was talking enough for the both of them.

Cathy and Diane were on their way back to Diane’s house in Diane’s mom’s car. Diane, it turned out, lived just two hours away. Once it had come out that Bruno and Boots were staying at the Hall over Christmas, the girls had made some fast plans to keep up the ruse. Cathy had been staying at Diane’s since everyone had left for break, and the two of them had made periodic trips back to the Hall.

“You drove four hours a day just to mess with us?” Boots had asked in disbelief. “Are you insane?”

“It was the worst cold I’d ever had!” Cathy had replied, picking up the costume. “And we’d been working on Sasquatch here in sewing class for a costume contest anyway. So I thought… two very stupid birds, one well-made stone.”

Boots’d had to hold Bruno back again.

“All our stolen things hidden in the girls’ pool locker room,” Bruno moaned now. “She’s going to take over the world one day, and we’ll be powerless to stop her!”

“I don’t know,” Boots said, sitting gingerly on the corner of Bruno’s bed. “Guess you could always tackle her again.”

Bruno drove his fist into his palm.”Don’t tempt me! She ordered real ape hair online just to mess with us! I’ll kill her! Boots, we have a week until everyone comes back for our last semester, and we’re going to make them miserable. We’ve gotta start planning now!”

He went over to his desk to get paper. Boots watched him for a second, thinking. “I can’t believe you tackled Bigfoot for me,” he said after a moment.

Bruno grabbed a pencil and sat in his chair. “I thought it was going to kill you! Of course I tackled it!” He scribbled a header across the paper. “I mean… I wasn’t going to let it… I. I panicked. You’re my best friend.”

Boots played with the comforter. “I thought you were mad at me. For this morning.”

Bruno looked up. “What?”

“You avoided me all day,” Boots said, “I thought you–”

Bruno’s pencil slapped down onto the desktop. “Me, mad at you? I thought you were mad at me! For–for–” His face went red. “You know.”

Boots shook his head. “Uh, no? No, I wasn’t. I um. I didn’t.” His windpipe had shrunk down to the width of a straw. Oh god. But Bruno kept saying. You’re my best friend. If they were best friends, maybe a confession wouldn’t be the end of the world. “I didn’t mind,” he managed. “That you did. Did. Did you? Mind?”

They stared at each other for a long moment.

Bruno stood up and began to pace. Boots let him. He always paced when he was thinking, planning, plotting. Working through things. The carpet was starting to wear thin down the center of the room from all the pacing that had been done over the years. “Okay. Okay. Sure. Okay. So earlier, I talked to Mrs. Sturgeon, right?”

Boots squinted.

“Right,” Bruno continued. “I talked to Mrs. Sturgeon, and she said that you have to work on relationships, right? So if I messed something up or thought I did, I should talk to you. So I was trying, and then Cathy interrupted me, and I forgot everything I was going to say and now I’m all messed up but really I–”

“Bruno–”

“--I don’t mind that you didn’t mind!” Bruno finished.

“What?”

Bruno spun and paced the room again.

Boots stood up and got in his way as he came back. “What does that mean?” Bruno looked down, but Boots caught him by shoulders. “Bruno, what does that mean? Because I. I really liked that. And if you don’t mind–”

Bruno’s hands caught his jaw and pulled him down for a kiss.

As kisses went, it wasn’t anything special. Too fast, not lined up all that well, Boots had been in the middle of saying something, so it was awkward, too.

Except it was Bruno, and that meant it was perfect.

“Oh,” Boots said, shell-shocked..

“Oh,” Bruno echoed. “Oh… as. As in. Good?”

It had been years since Boots had seen Bruno lost for words. That was okay. He didn’t have many words himself.

“Really good,” he said, and pulled Bruno back in.

“Wait a minute,” he said later. The snow was swirling outside, but it was very warm under Bruno’s comforter. “How did they take my bed?”

~*~

Christmas breakfast consisted of every kind of pancake under the sun, pounds of bacon, gobs of whipped cream, and buckets of syrup. It wasn’t the usual eggnog french toast Boots was used to on Christmas, but that was fine. Bruno was sitting just as close as ever, knees knocking, shoulders brushing, but this time, they both knew it meant more.

That was the best Christmas present Boots could ask for.

“Boys,” Mr. Sturgeon said, pausing on the way to the breakfast bar. He and Mrs. Sturgeon were eating in the dining hall today with the rest of them. “Merry Christmas to you both.”

“Merry Christmas, sir!” they chorused.

“Did you sleep well after all your excitement last night?”

“Yes, sir,” Bruno said, remarkably straightfaced.

“I trust you heard that Misses Burton and Grant returned home safely?”

Bruno’s face darkened. “Yes, sir. They texted last night. Sir?”

Mr. Sturgeon paused. “Yes?”

“Permission to wage war on them next semester?” As Mr. Sturgeon began to shake his head, Bruno added quickly, “Seeing as they stole school property, and all. Boots’s bed is still missing. Doesn’t that count for anything?”

The headmaster smiled. “Those girls. They have such an interesting sense of humor. But they’re very well-mannered, I’ll say that. Miss Scrimmage has done some good after all.”

Bruno and Boots exchanged a confused glance. “Sir?” Boots asked cautiously.

“Well, they told me of their plans, of course. They even asked permission if they could remove the bed, seeing as it was school property and they didn’t want me to worry.” Mr. Sturgeon reached between them and plucked up a piece of bacon from Bruno’s plate. Shocked into stillness, Bruno only stared. “Of course, I told them that I couldn’t allow them to take school property.”

He crunched into the bacon in obvious pleasure. “But seeing as I am responsible for that same property… I could certainly have it removed myself.”

Boots’s jaw dropped.

Mr. Sturgeon inspected the bacon strip. “Very good this morning. Perhaps I’ll have another. Merry Christmas again, boys. And happy hunting.”

He resumed his stroll, humming ‘Jingle Bells’ as he went, and left the entire table staring after him.

Silence.

And then a great chorus of laughter, swelling until the rest of the boys were looking over in confusion, and all Bruno and Boots could do was lace their fingers together and join in.

(Don't forget, these daily do's are all up in a full fic format over on Ao3. I may return to this fic for some editing and epilogue in the new year, and all updated will reflect there instead of here on tumblr.)

#fanfic advent #join the chorus fic #bruno and boots #macdonald hall #this was uhhhhh too much fun so maybe watch out for more fic in the future?#maybe

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