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"valley reverie" - sebastian

summary: the timeline of sebastian and the farmer’s relationship based on canon dialogue

pairing: sdv sebastian x farmer

word count: 2.5K

a/n: this may be my magnum opus

The sun was beginning its descent behind the mountains when Sebastian emerged from the house for the first—and only—time that day.

He shot a glance to his mother and Demetrius, who were standing at the edge of their property, looking over the valley bathed in golden light. His mother sent a small smile back, followed by a pointed disappointed look at the carton of cigarettes held loosely in his glance. Demetruis didn’t acknowledge his existence.

Sebastian knew it was a nasty habit, but he spent most of his life with not much thought to the future—he was surprised he made it this far. Maybe his life would have been different if he had planned better; if he had considered for a moment that there was such a thing as life past sixteen, then eighteen, then twenty-one. He supposed he should start to consider a life past twenty-four, but quickly dropped the thought as he placed the cigarette between his lips and continued his stroll to the lake.

He saw it then, as his lighter sparked to life and helped the cigarette take eleven minutes off his.

Someone was sitting in his spot. A humanoid blob of denim focused intently on the bobber floating in the water.

He hesitated, then decided to keep moving—his trajectory now locked in past the stranger and across the rickety planks of wood to the smaller islands in the middle of the lake. His mother had been saying for years that she needed to build something more structurally sound, but had yet to get around to it.

As he got closer, he took in more of the scene. There was a muddy bucket next to the stranger, and he noticed a couple slimy carp flopping around inside. Whoever this was, they clearly didn’t have enough experience to catch the tricker creatures in the lake.

Just as he was about to slip past toward solitude, he locked eyes with the stranger. Their bored expression quickly turned to worry.

“Sorry, am I in your spot? Robin said it was okay for me to fish here.”

Recognition sparked in his brain—his mother had told him about the new resident of Pelican Town. The words she had used to describe them flashed behind his eyes: sweet, a little lost, cute. That last one was sent his way with an exaggerated wink and met with a scoff from him.

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool.”

The farmer didn’t respond, just looked on waiting for an answer to their question. Sebastian didn’t gratify them with a response, instead looking across the lake at the tree line and abandoned quarry.

“Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

The farmer scrunched up their mouth slightly, beginning to reel in their line. There was nothing but a limp worm dangling from the hook. Sebastian took note of the grieving look flashing on their face before it was gone in a blink.

“Better than where I was.”

Sebastian didn’t bother responding as the farmer heaved up the bucket—they were a lot stronger than they looked—and walked away without another word.

Robin smiled at the farmer with a wave and shouted goodnight before sending another disapproving look to her son.

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Sebastian heaved open the door of the house, exhausted from band practice. Sam was his best friend, and he enjoyed spending time with him more than he would admit, but the newest addition to the band was definitely a hindrance.

He didn’t dislike Abigail, and he couldn’t deny that she was a talented drummer, but he had been hoping for years that her little crush on him would fade away. He could only take so much of puppy dog eyes and over exaggerated laughter at his quips that definitely aren’t that funny.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts on how to shake off the purple-haired girl—more importantly, how to shake her off without actual confrontation—that he didn’t notice the farmer leaning against the shop counter until their voice pierced through. His mother was nowhere to be seen, so they had to have been talking to him.

“What? I didn't hear you...I'm busy thinking about something. What do you want?”

The farmer narrowed their eyes at him, leveling him with a glare. “You know, I get that you’d rather be listening to My Chemical Romance and jerking off to Nietzsche than interacting with a human being, but you really need to work on your people skills.”

Well, he hadn’t been expecting that.

He expected avoidance from the farmer, based on their first meeting and subsequent run-ins where they gave him a nod of acknowledgement before going back to acting like he didn’t exist.

He realized that the farmer wasn’t as timid and one-dimensional as he let himself think.

The moment was saved by Robin entering the shop room and dropping a workbench on the floor with a heavy thud. “You’ll make better use of this than I have lately—it’s pretty old,” she looked up from the dusty bench, noticing her son frozen in the doorway, “oh, hi Sebby.”

“Sebby?” the farmer questioned with a smirk.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, brushing past his mother to get to his lair.

“Sorry about him,” he heard his mother as he descended the stairs.

“It’s fine,” the farmer laughed, “he’s cool.”

He couldn’t help the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. _________________________________________

Sebastian looked down at the frozen tear in his hand with a neutral expression on his face, though his heart was quickening its pace.

“Gunther told me it’s fabled to be the frozen tears of a yeti.”

He met the farmer’s grin with one of his own, “I really love this. How did you know?”

They shrugged, “Seemed like some emo shit you’d be into.”

A breathy laugh escaped him before he could stop it. “Well…thanks.”

“No prob. I’ll keep an eye out for more when I’m in the mines.”

“The mines?,” his brow furrowed, “how far down did you go?”

“Not super deep, I think I stopped at sixty since it was getting late.”

Sebastian gaped at the farmer—who he now realized he really misjudged—as they shouldered their backpack and turned toward the door.

“Oh,” they stopped just shy of the threshold, “your code is wrong, by the way. Third line down.”

He looked to the screen, baffled, seeing that there was, in fact, a mistake in his code.

He began to ask the farmer how they knew that, but they were gone. _________________________________________

The sun was setting on the valley, and Sebastian found himself sitting by the lake’s edge with the farmer, who was reeling in sturgeon and bass with ease.

“I’m sure the city’s different for other people, but it was corporate hell for me,” the farmer spoke softly as they baited their hook—it was different than any bait he had ever seen, and the farmer had informed him that the wild man living behind their house had taught them the recipe.

Sebastian hummed, “I guess that makes sense.”

“You guess?” the farmer teased him, flicking water at his face.

He blew a puff of smoke in their face.

The farmer coughed, then began to laugh as they fanned the smoke out of their face, “asshole.”

Sebastian grinned, leaning back on the palms of his hands and gazing across the water.

They sat in comfortable silence as the farmer cast out their line and half-heartedly focused on the bobber—they didn’t really need it anymore, but liked the safety net.

“You and Sam are probably my only friends in this town.” Sebastian broke the silence, but continued looking straight ahead.

“Well I am very likable.”

Sebastian knocked their shoulders together with a scoff.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” _________________________________________

Sebastian was indifferent—and sometimes loathful—toward most events held in their little town, but tonight was an exception. It was hard to not be in awe of the midnight jellies, and he was excited for the farmer to see them for the first time.

They were perched at the edge of the dock, along with Sam and Abigail, their feet dangling inches above the water.

It was a lot colder than expected, and the farmer was bundled in his black jacket. He couldn’t help but feel bad about the sad glances Abigail was sending their way.

The farmer looked content, and Sebastian recalled something they told him at the beginning of the season—the used to be terrified of the ocean before moving to the valley.

He nudged their shoulder with his own. It didn’t take much effort—they were sitting a lot closer than he realized. A light blush dusted his cheekbones.

“I thought I saw something moving in there…” he pointed to the void of the ocean and leaned closer to their ear, whispering, “something big, something dark.”

The farmer’s eyes widened as they looked across the vast darkness before they narrowed and turned to him.

“Just trying to scare you...” Sebastian laughed.

The farmer smiled, knocking their knee against his, muttering an all too familiar “asshole.”

It wasn’t too long before Lewis sent out the first lantern, and the water surrounding the docks was filled with glowing jellyfish.

“It’s beautiful,” the farmer breathed out as their head landed on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” his eyes landed on a glowing green jelly before looking down at the farmer, “it is.” _________________________________________

Sebastian never saw the farm in its full glory—before the farmer’s grandfather grew old and passed away—but he had been there plenty of times when it was overgrown and abandoned.

He had told the farmer this as they sat on the newly installed swinging bench on their porch. They joked that they would be suing him for trespassing, since it was technically their property at the time, even if they hadn’t known it.

It was a chilly fall day, but the farmer had made a pot of coffee to keep them warm.

“I thought this was your busy season,” Sebastian lit up a cigarette and moved the ashtray closer to where he sat. It was a newer addition to the farmer’s decor. He thought about the prideful look on their face as they held it up and told him that Leah let them use her pottery wheel. It was painted with little creatures that looked like the much happier cousins of the slimes living in the caves.

The farmer hummed, holding their mug close to their face, but not taking a sip, “Yeah…a lot busier than I thought it would be, actually.”

He grinned at them, “so, you’re slacking today, huh?”

The farmer laughed.

“I’d rather hang out with your sorry ass than work.” Despite the insult, the farmer’s tone was soft and earnest. Sebastian felt his cheeks heat up.

“Could you picture me living on a farm? It seems ridiculous, but I have been thinking about it lately.”

“If I could do it, then so could you,” the farmer linked their pinky with his, “it’s a lot more freeing than you’d think.” _________________________________________

Boxes filled with Sebastian’s things lined the walls of the farmhouse, but Sebastian and the farmer lay in bed, choosing to ignore them.

They had all the time in the world.

The farmer was twirling the pendant dangling from Sebastian’s neck, “there’s steam coming out of your ears, Seb,” the farmer giggled and smoothed out the wrinkle between his brows with their finger.

“I’ve just been thinking,” Sebastian turned his attention from the ceiling to the farmer, “The older I get, the less I'm drawn to the city. It had a certain mystique to it, once. But it turns out that was just a romantic fantasy. The city's so busy, so full of people... I don't belong there. I'm a loner.”

A beat.

“Present company excluded, of course.”

The farmer laughed, “Well I would hope so,” they tugged gently on the pendant, pulling him closer, “because you’re stuck with me.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer had joined his family for dinner, and his mother had shooed them away with one hand as she cooed at the bundle held tightly in her other arm.

The valley was coming to life, but the ghost of a winter chill was in the air. They settled down by the lake despite the cold. It was no longer his spot, but theirs.

The farmer was skipping stones across the lake when he grumbled about how being in that spot made him want a smoke.

“No one’s stopping you,” the farmer laughed.

“I am.”

The farmer still held a loose smile as they raised their eyebrows at him, “oh?”

“I'm trying my best to quit smoking now that we're married…” He avoided their gaze and brushed some mud on the palm of his hand onto his jeans, “I don't wanna die on you. It's a bad habit. I want to have a future together.”

A baby cried in the distance. Sebastian and the farmer smiled at each other. _________________________________________

The farmer was surprised to find Sebastian’s side of the bed empty when they woke up. It wasn’t a rare occasion, as they usually found Sebastian in the kitchen after a restless sleep, but he was nowhere to be found.

They couldn’t help but worry a little bit as they pulled on their boots and opened the screen door. They paused out of instinct to let the dog run out before them only to realize that the dog wasn’t hot on their heels like usual.

They had only gotten two steps onto the porch before a mass of fur and slobber crashed into their legs.

“Oh hello baby,” they cooed down at the dog as it rolled onto its back, breathing heavily out of excitement, “good morning stink.”

“Good morning to you too.”

The farmer was so caught up in giving the dog attention that they hadn’t noticed Sebastian leaning against the porch railing.

They straightened from their crouch, smiling at him as the dog whined from the loss of affection.

“I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I went ahead and fed the animals,” he pushed off the railing and took a few steps forward to fix a rogue piece of the farmer’s hair, “one less thing for you to do.”

“Thanks, Seb,” the farmer said softly, suddenly bashful, “I’m going to check on the pumpkins. Thought I could make some soup tonight if any of them are ripe.”

They took a few steps off the porch, “feel like being a country boy today? Or did you get your fix?”

He smiled, leaning his forearms against the railing, “I'll just watch you from here. I enjoy watching you.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer found themselves sitting on the porch swing once again. It was a mild summer evening, and he was looking on as a toddler played with the dog in the yard.

He tore his attention away from the rowdy scene in front of him to look at the farmer, who was curled up at his side reading a book. He felt his heart swell.

“This is so different from my old life, but I'm really starting to like it. I feel like I really belong here.”

The farmer looked up from the book in their lap, smiling.

“I don't often show it, but I'm really happy that I'm your husband. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.”

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weirwoodsugar · 1 year

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lil jon things i am obsessed with/think are hilarious in the order they occurred to me at 3 am

-spends the first book telling anyone who will listen that he’s Not Afraid To Die and then a wight shoves its whole hand down his throat and he’s like wow that was actually extremely scary and never says that shit again

-always got little Things he says to himself but they’re all awful. very bad affirmation game no wonder morale is low

-“did lord eddard father you on a fish wife”

-the doubts that plague me can’t catch me if i just keep making Decisions!!! let’s hear it for Decisions!!!!

-arguably contender for top woman respecter but batting absolute zero at successfully comforting crying women. unless you consider “making her mad at you instead of upset” a success

-i’m not a wolf! i’m not a wolf!! i’m not a wolf!!! while warging like almost constantly with zero control. babe i don’t think your affirmations are working you’re experiencing non consensual smells at an alarming rate

-i wish mormont was my dad wait no i wish benjen was my dad wait no i wish qhorin was my dad wait no i wish donal noye was my dad. will someone be my dad please i just keep making decisions

-constantly having Agonies over ethical decision making while the rest of the continent hasn’t even really invented the concept of ethics yet? on the verge of a nervous breakdown due to his constant Agonies

-related: love is the death of duty but having strong ethical convictions/clear moral vision is also kind of the death of duty oops! aemon didn’t warn you about that one!

-stannis wants to davosify this kid mega bad

-“jon felt like he was fifteen again” (said when he’s literally sixteen)

-has a terrible violence in his heart but it’s kind of the least of his problems tbh. like yeah my fire and blood levels are a little elevated but i’ve got paperwork i need to take care of

-RUNNING DOWN THE TABLE AT YOU WITH A KNIFE!!!!!

-last of the giants fixation. god he’s gonna be so mad when he comes back and wun wun is dead. this one isn’t hilarious it’s deeply moving and endearing

-an eagle almost rips his eye out and he’s like well i guess i have no choice but to have sex with ygritte at least one dozen times. it’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it

-just a crazy amount of anime main character pre-loaded swag (bastard of winterfell skin changer with an albino direwolf and a cool sword which he can really SWANG and cool facial scars etc etc) and is actively working against it. rolled super high on charisma and is trying to balance it out by being as much of a boring fuddy duddy as he possibly can. the devil works hard (at making me cool) but i work harder (at being very uncool). it is an honorable thing to be swagless by choice…….

-pretty sure he actively enjoys saying no to people. just for love of the game (the game is being disagreeable). very capricorn coded. likely brushes his teeth in the shower.

-REMEMBER WE KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP 😈

#valyrianscrolls #jon snow #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf

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chainsawgvtsfvck · 1 month

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For your writing request: Maybe Charlie, being a nerdy dude, and probably good in school, tutoring his crush (either bc the teacher suggested it or the crush asked him), but he is totally distracted and stuttering during the lesson. I dunno I am high right now and confident to write you and not shy atm, but this scenario just popped up in my head. If it's too boring or hard to write, feel free to ignore it. :')

I’m so sorry this took so long!!

Warnings: Minor drug use, unprotected sex, (Charlie’s) loss of virginity. MDNI!

“So, uhm, you got most of these answers wrong…” Charlie said, cringing at the practice test he’d written for her.

She cupped her face in her hands and groaned in embarrassment.

“Im such an idiot.” She whimpered, words muffled by her hands. Charlie couldn’t help but notice how the motion squished her tits together and he tried desperately not to blush.

“N-no! You’re not an idiot. Tons of people suck at math.” He attempted.

“Gee, thanks Charlie.” She said, parting her fingers to glare at him with her pretty eyes. So pretty.

Fuck, he’d just put his foot in his mouth again hadn’t he?

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant-“

“Forget it.” She cut him off, stomping to her bed and flopping across it face-down, “I’m failing, there’s no hope for me.”

Her ass looked so nice like this, cupped by those tight little yoga pants. Charlie wanted to reach out and grab it with both hands. He felt himself begin to stiffen behind the unforgiving denim of his jeans. He almost didn’t notice when she spoke.

“Huh- what?” He asked, snapping out of his increasingly dirty daydreams.

“I said, do you want to smoke?” She fished under her bed for a moment before pulling out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. She looked over her shoulder at him, catching his big blue eyes focusing on her rear end before snapping to the joint nervously. She bit her lip. Good.

“Don’t look so nervous, Charlie. I’m not a cop.” She snorted, resting the joint between her pretty glossed lips and flicking the lighter until it caught.

“I-I’ve never…uh, done that before.” He admitted sheepishly, looking down at his hands.

She smiled, “Awh, you’re so innocent. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s nice, though. Might help you relax.”

He didn’t have to think twice. He wanted to be closer to her, he didn’t much care how.

“No, I do want to. Let’s smoke.” He insisted.

She beamed at him, “I’m so excited you’re letting me pop your cherry - come sit next to me.” She patted the bed next to her.

He settled in, relishing the warmth of their thighs pressing together. She passed him the joint.

“Now, inhale nice and deep - there we go, good boy.” She purred.

Charlie began to choke on the thick, earthy smoke almost immediately. She giggled at him before plucking the joint from his fingers and taking a hit of her own.

Once he caught his breath, Charlie sighed deeply and allowed himself to enjoy the buzzy feeling. He leaned back, relaxing into her pillows and watching her as she stubbed the joint out and leaned back next to him. His eyes traced the curve of her hips and thighs and his fingers ached to reach out and wrap around them.

“How do you feel?” She asked, and god her lips are so pretty. He stared at them as they curved into a mischievous smile.

“Charlie? I asked you a question.”

“Hm? Oh - I feel…nice. I feel good.” His eyes remained fixed on her lips.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Charlie?” She asked, leaning in close until their noses nearly touched.

“Yes please.” He breathed, and their lips were pressed together and her manicured fingers were curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

He groaned as her tongue found its way between his lips. She tasted sweet, minty, and a little earthy like the smoke. He couldn’t believe such a gorgeous girl was giving him the time of day, let alone shoving her tongue down his throat.

“I was so excited when you asked me to tutor you, I couldn’t believe it.” He panted.

“Why d’you think I asked you to anyway?” She giggled against his lips, “I don’t give a fuck about math - I was just dying to get my hands on you.” She climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and grinding down ever so slightly on the growing tent in his pants.

Charlie moaned into her mouth, unable to stop himself from pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips to pull them down further onto his aching cock.

“Can I - can I fuck you? Please?” He whined, “I’ve never done it before, but I promise I can make it good for you -“ The end of his sentence was lost in another hot kiss and his brain threatened to turn off altogether when he felt her beginning to undo his pants. She made quick work of them and sat back to allow his dick to spring free.

Holy fuck, Walker…” Her pretty face flushed as she took in the sight of his thick cock, “you’re telling me I’m the first girl to have the privilege of riding this thing?”

She was practically salivating as she reached down to wrap her fingers around it. She gave it a few pumps, basking in the sweet little sounds Charlie made. He couldn’t believe the sight of her pretty manicured nails wrapped around his cock. His head lulled back in pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” She purred, “can’t believe you’ve been hiding this thing from me, Walker.”

“I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum…I really wanna fuck you, please…” he whimpered helplessly. She complied, letting go of his throbbing cock to peel her tiny t-shirt off, letting her tits bounce free.

She placed her hands over his and guided them to her breasts, letting out quiet little gasps when he began to pinch and tug on her nipples.

“Lay on your back, I wanna take your pants off.” Charlie said, nudging her off his lap.

“Yes, sir.” She teased, climbing off of him and settling back on her pillows like a princess on her throne, tits on display without a flicker of shame or shyness.

He swallowed hard, reaching first for his own shirt and discarding it on the floor before hooking his fingers in her waistband to peel her pants off. Her tiny little thong left little to the imagination and his mouth hung open, almost unable to believe that this girl was all spread out in front of him. So pretty, and his for the taking.

“Your turn to lay back, Charlie.” She said, spreading her fingers on his chest and pushing him to rest on his back again, “There’s no way I’m letting you do all the work for your very first time.”

She crawled over him, tugging her panties to the side and rubbing her bare pussy on his weeping cock a few times. Charlie gasped and whimpered like a whiny puppy at the contact, his hips twitching desperately.

She positioned the fat head of his cock at her entrance.

“You ready, Walker?” She asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

In response, he pushed inside her. He couldn’t wait anymore, the feel of her warm wetness just teasing the head of his cock was too much.

“Ooooooh Charlie, fuck.” She sighed at the stretch of this fucking nerd’s massive cock. “That’s so good, baby.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Charlie whined, “can’t believe i have you bouncing on my dick right now. F-feels like a dream.”

She rolled her hips down harder onto him, crying out when the head of his cock pressed up against her g-spot.

“Ooh fuck, just like that.” She panted, “if I’d have known you were packing like this, I’d have been begging you for dick every day.”

“I’ll give it to you every day, baby - fuck. You take it so good, so pretty.” Charlie had her by the hips again, slamming into her while she writhed and squealed on top of him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whined, “where do you want me to - oh.” He felt her pussy clench down around him even harder.

“Fucking cum inside me, Charlie - please.” She gasped, leaning back enough to give Charlie a full view of her pretty little pussy stretched around his cock, and that was all it took. He was gripping her hips for dear life and cumming harder than he thought possible.

She kept rocking on him, making sure to milk every last drop out of him before easing herself off of his cock and collapsing on the bed next to him.

Charlie stared at the ceiling, breath hitching, unable to fully grasp what exactly had just happened.

She smiled at him, still so beautiful even all disheveled. He leaned forward and kissed her again, as if to make sure she was really there.

“You wanna keep being my tutor, then?” She asked teasingly, and he grinned against her lips.

#rory culkin #charlie walker #scream 4 #rory culkin smut #charlie walker smut #rory culkin x reader #charlie walker x reader

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corroded-hellfire · 7 months

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Jitters - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: It's the first day of school for the Munson children--ever for Eliza, but their dad is being the biggest baby of them all.

Note: With all the back-to-school excitement going on I thought, "What would Eddie be like when Eliza first starts school?" So, voila. As always, I am so thankful for all of you who read and have the loveliest things to say 💕

Words: 3.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

If someone were to take bets on which Munson is the most miserable on the first day of school, they might pick Ryan. Sixteen years old, starting his junior year, and seemingly irritated by every move someone makes.

They might pick fourteen-year-old Luke, the Tasmanian Devil himself, constantly lamenting about how boring his teachers are.

Or they might pick Eliza, no longer getting to be the big fish in the daycare’s small pond, but now a full-fledged preschooler—one who is not happy about getting up early.

Any of these would be fine guesses. But they would also be dead wrong.

“My babies are all grown up!” Eddie bemoans, watching Eliza slide a comically oversized Little Mermaid backpack over her tiny shoulders. He stares at his sons as they shove their feet into their new sneakers, conveniently ignoring the repeated warnings not to break their shoes.

Ryan catches his dad looking at them and rolls his eyes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” he quips, groaning when Eddie dashes into the bedroom to grab his camera. “Crap, I didn’t mean literally.”

“Swear jar!” Luke chirps, all-too excited to catch his big brother slipping up.

“‘Crap’ isn’t a swear word, dumbass.”

“Another dollar in the swear jar!” Luke roars, nearly colliding with the wall as he darts away from Ryan before the elder boy can get his hands on him.

You give the two boys a biting glare from across the room. If you can't keep them from using bad language all the time, they at least need to adhere to the rule when their little sister is in the room. Luckily, Eliza is currently admiring her new black Mary Jane shoes and was paying no mind to what was happening around her.

Before Ryan and Luke can start bickering again, you herd them over to the side of the living room where the lighting is the best for pictures.

“Come on, come on,” you say as you practically push them across the space. “Dad’s getting the camera, let’s get this show on the road.”

Ryan groans and drops his head back in irritation. “Can’t you just take some of Eliza? You have enough of us.”

“We never have enough of you,” you tell him, moving towards him on instinct to press a kiss to the top of his head—only to come face to face with the reminder that he’s taller than you now. “Eliza, come on over here, baby girl.”

Eliza looks up from where she’s now inspecting the pink overall dress she’s wearing. Her two curly little pigtails bounce with every motion. She hikes up her green sparkly princess backpack as she skips towards you. She becomes derailed, however, when Eddie walks back into the room. Eliza diverts her attention and makes a not-quite-a-surprise attack on his legs.

“Rawr! Gotchu Daddy!”

“Oh no!” Eddie feigns, clasping the camera to his chest. “I guess I can’t take you to preschool then, huh? Such a shame.”

“Nice try,” you tell him. “She’s still going.”

Eddie’s brows furrow together in another one of the little pouts he’s been giving you for the past few days. He thinks his baby girl is growing up too fast—does he think you don’t feel the same way? You just don’t show your emotions as expressively as your husband does.

“She’s only three,” Eddie says about your daughter. “Shouldn’t we wait until she’s at least four?”

“She’ll be four next month, Eddie,” you remind him. “This is when she’s supposed to start preschool.”

The sullen father has nothing to say in response to that, so he just looks down at the camera and fiddles with it, making sure there’s enough film and that it’s on the right settings. You take the opportunity to walk over towards Ryan.

“Was he this bad when Luke started school?” you ask in a hushed voice.

Ryan considers it for a moment before shrugging. “In my childhood mind, no. But I also used to believe it when Dad told me I’d look like Popeye if I ate my spinach, so who knows?”

“I can only imagine how he was with you.” With a small smirk, you grab Ryan’s arms and give him a small shake from side to side. “His first born,” you coo in a sickeningly sweet tone. Ryan shoos you away from him, but you can see the smile on his face that he’s trying his damndest to hide.

In the meantime, Luke grabs a Kleenex box from the kitchen counter, lowering onto bended knee and presenting it to Eddie.

“A gift for thou, Sir Sobs-a-Lot,” he says, adopting an exaggerated British accent.

Eddie thumps him on the back of the head, but takes a tissue regardless.

“Wayne always said I’d be screwed if my kids were as weird as me,” he muses.

“Dad,” Luke fake-whines, “don’t say that about Eliza!”

Eliza furrows her little eyebrows and makes a run for her brother, charging towards him like a provoked rhinoceros.

Luke is quicker, though, and holds her prisoner against his chest with a menacing cackle.

“Mean brother,” Eliza mumbles, face smushed against him.

He grins triumphantly. “That’s why you love me so much.” He presses a big smacking kiss to her cheek and lets her go, gasping in feigned offense when she wipes it away and wanders back to Eddie.

“Time for school! Let’s gooooooo, Daddy!” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door, equal parts eager and exasperated.

Eddie obliges, but you can tell that this isn’t easy for him. “Why is she so eager to leave?” he asks you under his breath. “Ryan and Luke were practically wrapped around my ankles begging me to let them stay home.”

“I think she’s just excited to meet new friends and learn new things!” you say with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. “Isn’t that right, Liza Bean?”

Eliza nods vigorously. “Luke says I get Play-Doh!”

“Remember,” Luke crouches down to tell her, “it’s important that you taste the Play-Doh before you use it.”

The comment earns him another thump to the head from Eddie.

“Please don’t eat Play-Doh,” you beg your daughter. Or listen to anything Luke says, you silently add.

“Yeah, just stick to your lunch,” Ryan offers, always the voice of reason.

“Lots of fruits and veggies,” Luke jumps in. “Remember why?”

“SCURVY!” Eliza proudly shouts, beaming from ear to ear.

Eddie exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose, at a total loss for words. “Can you crazy children just take the pictures so we can go?” he finally manages, patience sufficiently worn thin.

“Sir, yes, sir!” the boys salute in unison.

“Yes, sir!” Eliza chimes in, happy to emulate her big brothers.

You take the camera from Eddie when you see his jaw clench. You’d been afraid of your daughter having a meltdown today, but you obviously should have been worrying about her dad.

“Okay,” you say, nodding for them to arrange themselves in front of the wall for a picture, “all three of you, first.”

Begrudgingly on the part of the teenagers, and happily on the part of the little girl exiting toddlerhood, they come together and manage to stand still while you grab a few shots of them.

“Now just Ryan, then Luke, then Liza,” you instruct. Ryan rolls his eyes as his two younger siblings step away from him.

“This is never going to end,” he mumbles.

Figuring it’s just easier to ignore him, you get your pictures of Ryan before moving on to solo Luke and then Eliza. “Now get in there, Dad,” you tell Eddie, gesturing him over to join the kids.

The moment Eddie is within reaching distance of her, Eliza raises her tiny arms to her father and insists that he holds her in the picture. Eddie, unable to deny her anything as always, complies.

“Just me and Daddy!” Eliza says.

“Eliza’s will be done,” you say before snapping one of just the pair of them.

“All right, all right,” Luke says, motioning for you to give him the camera. “You get in there, too. We’ve got a monumental day here. Another Munson in the school system.”

As you pose next to your daughter and husband, you see Ryan out of the corner of your eye. He leans in behind you and holds up two fingers as bunny ears behind Eliza’s head. His little sister didn’t see him, but she was going to get a kick out of that once you got the pictures developed. Luke also noticed the photobomber, so he takes another nicer picture.

“We ready to go now?” Luke asks. “Big day for me too, ya know. Starting high school and all. No one’s all fussy over me and I bet it’s because I don’t have pigtails. Damn.”

Eddie claps Luke on the shoulder as you take the camera from your son. “Didn’t wanna make ya nervous, kid,” Eddie says. “Also, dollar in the swear jar.”

Luke scoffs and presses a hand to his chest. “Have I ever been nervous a day in my life?”

“Well,” Ryan starts with a smug smile, “that depends if you count the time that you got paired up with Missy Collins for that science project.”

Luke’s face turns pink and his nostrils flare. You’re almost taken aback because you think this is the most flustered you’ve ever seen the usually cool and mischievous boy. Luke goes from standing perfectly still to lunging toward his older brother in milliseconds.

Ryan just lets out a whooping laugh and dodges him by heading outside. Luke is hot on his tail.

Eliza looks up at you and shakes her head, little brown pigtails swaying with the motion.

“Boys,” she says, an air of sophistication older than her three years in her tone.

“Boys,” you agree, offering her your hand. Her little fingers slide into your own and you head out the front door behind the two teenagers. Eddie grabs his keys and follows his family out.

The keys jingle in your husband’s hand, a nervous tic as he walks over to the car and unlocks it. The three kids pile into the back and Eliza and Luke bicker over buckling her car seat as you slip into the passenger’s side.

“Everyone have everything?” Eddie asks as soon as the arguing stops. “Backpacks? Lunches? Or lunch money?”

A chorus of “yes” comes from the backseat so Eddie starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, instantly wishing he could turn around and take everyone back home.

You, Eddie, and Eliza somehow arrive at the preschool on time, but not before your daughter had thoroughly embarrassed her brothers on the high school drop-off line. She’d begged Eddie to roll down her window so she could yell to them as they joined their friends.

“Bye, Ryan! Bye, Lukie!” she’d shouted. “I love you!”

You and Eddie thought it was hilarious. Luke and Ryan? Not so much.

But now, your husband is a total wreck as Eliza marches full steam ahead towards the school’s doors. Truthfully, you’re almost as bad as he is, but you’re trying to keep it together—for Eliza’s sake and for Eddie’s.

“You ready, Eliza?” You crouch down and place your hands on her shoulders.

“Yep!” She nods, baby teeth on full display when she grins excitedly.

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asks, making you roll your eyes.

“Yep!” Eliza repeats; thankfully, she’s oblivious to his inner turmoil.

“You’re going to have a great time and make lots of new friends,” you tell her.

“And I’ll be right here, ready to pick you up when it’s over,” Eddie adds as he crouches down next to you.

It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes again or elbow Eddie in the ribs.

Eliza nods her head, little pigtails bouncing with the movement. She hikes her backpack up higher and gives you both another wide smile.

“Ready to go in?” you ask.

“Uh huh.”

You take her hand and she leads you into her new classroom, Eddie following along behind you. He’s quite literally dragging his feet, a human version of Eeyore the donkey.

A teacher, not too much younger than you, comes up to greet you all. “Hi, everyone!” she chirps in a tone that signals over-caffeination. “Welcome to preschool! I’m Miss Riley, your teacher.”

For the first time this morning, Eliza seems hesitant. She looks up at you for approval and you nod your head at her.

“I’m Eliza Marie Munson,” she announces, and you bite back a laugh at her formality.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eliza,” Miss Riley says. “You’ve got both Mommy and Daddy with you here today, huh?”

“Yep! Was just gonna be Daddy but then Mommy said she didn’t think he’d really take me here.”

You squeeze your lips together as your daughter calls out your husband’s behavior; Eddie closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. Both of you know (partially due to your experiences with Luke and Ryan when they were younger) that anything that went on in your house that Eliza knew about would be fair game to be shared with her whole class.

“Well, I’m very glad you’re here,” Miss Riley replies, holding a hand out for a high-five that your daughter eagerly returns. “Would you like me to show you where your cubby is?”

“Okay!” Eliza turns around and waves to you and Eddie. “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!”

“No hugs?” Eddie asks, a pout forming on his plush lips.

Eliza rolls her eyes as if this is the most unreasonable request she’s ever heard, but obliges.

You give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re gonna have an amazing day, baby girl,” you remind her.

“I know, Mommy.”

Eddie’s hug can only be described as bone-crushing, with Eliza letting out a dramatic grunt as he holds her.

“Eliza Munson, you are the smartest, bravest little girl I know,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “I want you to go out there and kick some a—butt,” he hurriedly amends, but not before earning a glare from you.

“Most importantly, be nice,” you emphasize, hoping your advice trumps Eddie’s little half-time pep talk.

“I will!” Eliza happily declares before following Miss Riley over to the cubbies.

Eddie looks back and forth from her to you. “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all we get?”

“What did you want?” you ask as you slip your hand into your husband’s. “Want her to cry and beg you to take her back home?”

“Well, no.” At your disbelieving eyebrow raise Eddie shrugs and amends his statement. “Not entirely.”

“We got hugs and goodbyes,” you point out. “Ryan barely acknowledged us, and Luke gave you a Wet Willy. I think we should cut our losses.”

“I know,” Eddie says, letting out a defeated sigh.

You gently tug him in the direction of the door to exit. “She’ll be fine,” you reassure him with a whisper. “And she’ll be so excited to tell you all about it later.”

Eddie nods, and just as the two of you are about to walk out the door, something rams into Eddie’s legs. He looks down to see Eliza grinning up at him, little arms wrapped around his knees.

“What’s up, Sweet Pea?” he asks, suddenly worried that something’s wrong. Was someone mean to her? Did she forget her lunch at home?

She jumps like a little jumping bean until she’s right in front of the two of you.

“I love you!”

Your heart swells and the pressure of tears is heavy behind your eyes. There’s no way you can look at Eddie because clocking his emotion will absolutely send you over the edge.

Eddie’s already tearing up though and has a bright smile on his face. “We love you too, Liza Bean,” he tells her. “So much.”

She giggles and you scoop her up in your arms. “We love you more than anything.”

You and Eddie press kisses to her cheeks at the same time, and Eddie blows a raspberry with his, making her giggle.

Once you set her down, Eliza blows you both a kiss before skipping over to a table where a few kids are drawing, already settling in.

Eddie wipes at his eyes as the two of you step out of the classroom and into the hall. “That’s what I wanted,” he admits with a tearful chuckle.

You wrap your arms around one of Eddie’s and lay your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask him.

“No.” He sighs when you press a reassuring kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just trying to keep it together for your sake,” he says.

At his words, you pull away to look at him, eyebrows raised. “This was you holding it together?” you ask.

“Oh, this could’ve been way worse, babe.”

You chuckle as he slips his hand into yours, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth.

The two of you take one last look inside the classroom and see Eliza talking and laughing with a little girl and boy at her table.

“Come on,” you say, patting the back of Eddie’s hand with your free one.

With a reluctant sigh, Eddie starts to walk with you towards the exit.

“And I know Miss Riley is younger than me but don’t get any ideas.” You smirk and nudge his shoulder with your own, trying to joke around and cheer him up a bit.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, she’s a teacher. I only go for babysitters.”

The late summer morning is hot as you make the journey back to your car. Still the gentleman as always, Eddie opens your door for you.

“Man,” he shakes his head as you slip into the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe my baby is in preschool.”

He closes your door and walks around to his side, giving you time to open your purse and pull out a small object, hiding it beneath your hands in your lap. He starts the car, though you’re fairly certain your heartbeat is louder than the engine.

“Well,” you start before clearing your throat. Eddie looks over at you and there’s suddenly a million butterflies not only in your stomach, but throughout your whole body. “She’s not going to be the baby for long…”

You hand Eddie the test, watching as his expression shifts from sadness to confusion to awe as he stares at the two pink lines.

“You’re pregnant?” The excitement in his voice rivals that of a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’m pregnant,” you confirm, grinning with your own excitement. The emotions that you've been trying to corral all day finally come out, relief and giddiness flowing through you as you tell your husband what you've been dying to amongst all the other chaos of the day.

Eddie lunges across the center console to wrap you up in his arms, letting the positive test drop into his lap. “Holy shit, princess.”

“I know,” you say with a giggle.

Eddie’s still in shock, grinning from ear to ear and rubs his hands over his face. “We’re gonna have another baby,” he says, just to hear it aloud.

“And just think,” you say, “you get to do this first day of preschool thing again.”

His nose wrinkles at that prospect. “Maybe I’ll just homeschool this one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanart #AYW #AYWS #older!eddie

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arc-misadventures · 12 days

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How Are You Still Single?

Consider this a sequel of sorts to, ‘The Illusion.’

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Neptune: Hey, Jaune can I ask you something?

Jaune: Sure, what’s up?

Neptune: You’re a pretty nice catch, how come you’re still single?

Jaune: Oh there’s a number of reasons why.

Sun: And, those reasons are?

Jaune: Well for starters, I can’t tell the difference between flirting, and being nice.

Neptune: That makes sense.

Ren: Yeah, it’s hard for me to tell the difference between the two when, Nora flirts with me.

Sun: You can when tell she’s flirting with you?!

Jaune: I actually have no idea how to flirt with someone.

Neptune: If you want, I can…?!

Ren: No. No, no, no… Just stop.

Jaune: I don’t like people.

Sun: You do?

Ren: But, you get along with people really well?

Neptune: A fake it till you make it kind of situation!

Jaune: I am really, really stupid.

SNR: …

Jaune: I can’t actually afford to date; I am poor.

Sun: Yeah, girls want the moon when it comes to the amount of money their ‘man’ has to make.

Neptune: The amounts they want are so unrealistic at times.

Ren: I would need to be rich to keep up with, Nora’s pancake addiction.

Jaune: It’s really not that I don’t care, it’s the fact that I care too much, and if I get too invested, and then the other person winds up not caring at all then I get hurt, and it just goes into this downward spiral, and I just prefer not to be in that place again.

Sun: That hurts man.

Neptune: Again? W-What happened before?

Jaune: It’s because I’m ugly.

Sun: What? You’re not ugly, you’re…

Neptune: Average.

Ren: Yeah, you’re pretty average.

Sun: Guys?! I’m trying to boost his confidence you idiots!

Neptune: Whoops…

Ren: Sorry.

Jaune: I’m too busy, I don’t have the time for dating.

Ren: His job does keep him busy.

Sun: We haven’t hung out like this for over a week because of his job.

Jaune: Am I the ugliest guy in the world? No. But, compared to all my other friends, and every other dude in the room?

Jaune: I got nothing.

Ren: Sun is quite often referred to as the sexy one in the group.

Sun: Really? Well, I often hear, Neptune being called the handsome one of the group.

Neptune: Thanks man! Well, I hear people calling, Ren beautiful all the time.

Ren: Thank you. But, what about, Jaune?

SN: Uhhh…?

Jaune: Mostly it’s about finding someone who can tolerate all of me. Like the real me, and not the version I present in front of people so I can be accepted for more than five minutes.

Ren: The real you?

Sun: T-This isn’t the real you?

Neptune: I’m scared now.

Jaune: I’m not my type’s type.

Neptune: What is your type?

Sun: Definitely not, Weiss’s type.

Jaune: Dating is like fishing: It’s boring, and I hate it.

Neptune: Well who likes fishing?

Ren: Where are you going fishing then, that it’s like that?

Jaune: I hate myself more than someone can love me.

Ren: Ahh… that explains why she’s having a hard time getting through to you.

Neptune: She? Who’s she?

Sun: Pyrrha?

Jaune: I genuinely don’t think I’m dateable.

Sun: So long as you have that mindset you’re not!

Ren: Yeah! Get your head out of the gutter!

Neptune: Come on man, you’ve got this!

Jaune: I dispise, Taylor Swift.

Ren: WHAT?!

Neptune: You’re kidding me?!

Sun: Well it’s no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend, you monster!

Jaune: Yeah…

Jaune: Pretty much…

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #sun wukong #neptune vasilias

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beiasluv · 1 year

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neteyam x human!reader

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•

a/n: the domestic bliss got me so, here it is / let’s say you guys are the same age /spoilers??

masterlist

enjoy!

being a human on pandora isn’t easy as you might think. breathing air? not possible without a mask. traveling around? quite difficult with human’s capability.

but those didn’t stop you from loving this planet any less.

you are one of those babies who didn’t got a chance to travel back to earth 10 years ago, and you are not complaining.

pandora is much quieter and more peaceful (well, not yet, and we are here for fluff)

spider is one of your friends, well your only friend, until you meet netayam and the sullys. spider taught you the na’vi language, until you are fluent to a certain level. you can catch many phrases, but, unfortunately, can not reply.

you first met neteyam when you were both still young. he was practicing hunting for fish and you were exploring around the forest

“ok, near the rock, just as dad told…,” a young blue na’vi mumbled to himself and stretched back his arm, holding his weapon. splash! a loud sound echoed from the water as the fish was caught dead by the sharp tip. “yes! dad! I did it! I caught a fish!”

“…dad?” he looked into the bush as he saw your (e/c) reflected by the sunlight.

he crawled closer to the bush as he saw you running away deep into the forest. without any delay, he followed your footsteps and scents. along the way, admiring your beautiful choice of path into the damp grassy area. there, he found you napping peacefully by a tree and woodsprites surrounded you. your hair contrasted the green grass perfectly, yet your exomask covers your face from his.

“…hey,” the boy nudged you slightly causing you to stirred awake.

“wh..who are you?” you gathered yourself quickly, hiding your face from him. “oh wait, do you even know what I am saying? um…sorry, Ohe can’t tukru na’vi (I can’t speak na’vi)”

“you are funny, because you are speaking it right now, i am neteyam, who are you?” he giggled “I haven’t seen you around before, let alone a human,” he turned your face towards him. he tapped playfully on your mask, examining it as he looked into it.

“i am um…(y/n), and I haven’t left the lab that much,” neteyam stared into your eyes. “you must be spider’s friend, he told me about his friends.”

“are you related to spider?! must be nice keeping you to himself,” he fake pouted. “i want to have more human friends, my brother have five fingers like you!”

“well, you can meet me again by the lab. I didn’t left it that much, because i don’t have friends, except spider, of course, but he likes to leave me alone in the forest,” you rolled your eyes and received a giggled from neteyam.

“i can be your friend! and i promise I’ll never leave you in the forest!” he grinned showing his whitey teeth.

it was easy to say that your life had never been the same ever since

your duty patrolling grace’s tank at the lab isn’t so boring as before, and you get to meet and know grace’s legacy, kiri

neteyam would visit the lab with kiri more often, making up excuses like he wants to make sure she is okay while visiting grace.

another reason he likes to see you in the lab, because he can touch your face without the difficulties of a mask. he likes to hold your hand and especially your pinkie.

you, neteyam, and kiri became greats friends. while sometimes you would visit them in the forest; you noticed neytiri wasn’t giving spider the warmest welcome, so you learned to keep a space from her

neteyam, the being the older brother he is, is always protective of you and his siblings. you two are often teased as the parents of the group.

neteyam will carry you wherever and whenever you want. even times when you insist you can walk on your own, but he will carry you through the jungle.

tuk is very attached to you, even though she is 2x bigger than you but she’s your baby sister.

kiri is your bestieee, and she definitely knows all the tea. you will always comfort her when she gets picked on for her hands.

“these pinkies are here for special reason, it is for pinkie promises. a special promise for special someone, and you are special to me, kiri,” she smiled back.

the middle brother, lo’ak, is quite reserved at first but you’ve managed to melt his wall away. your warmth that his brother couldn’t resist made him comforted every time he is around you.

he sees you as an older sister and you’ve managed to made him listen more than his own brother. you know how to cheer him up and comfort him wherever he felt that he is his brother’s shadow. you became soft mother figure to him.

jake, being somewhat of a human, took you under his wings. he sees you and neteyam often teasing each other, and that reminded him of himself. (neteyam: one down, one more to go)

he is always glad that there is someone helping him and his wife around the house. you were there to support his children emotionally and physically, sometimes.

well, years had passed and the ‘lovebirds’ had grown stronger ever than before.

everything was going smoothly, until two reasons.

one, the sky people are back again.

two, you have grown weaker than before.

your human body was great but you hoped that you could have an avatar of your own, and coincidentally, the lab had been creating one for you. (definitely neteyam did not asked for one and definitely he did not begged his grandma to help with consciousness transfer)

“we have to take your DNA, okay? my (y/n)…” neteyam ran his hand through your head and hair calming you down. “i don’t know ways to help you other than this, i don’t want to lose you, alright? you are my best friend.”

‘you are the love of my life!’ you thought. “yes, i know, neteyam, take my DNA even if it means i am dying soon.”

“no! you are not dying, the sky people are here, well, yes, they might be your species, but you are special to me, okay?” he sighed. “I will not lose my best friend, not to a problem we have a solution to.”

“i don’t know what are we fighting for! you know that i am about to die, why then worth trying something that can be passed on for spider or other human with more opportunities and possibilities than me!”

“please, dont make this harder, okay?”

“neteyam! neteyam! nete-“ and that was the last thing you saw, netayam holding you down and a scientist with an anesthesia.

…

“grandma, how is she taking it?” neteyam strolled hurriedly around your body.

“wait out, you hot-headed boy, she’s going through…”

“what- what is going on?”

“(y/n)! (y/n)!” the blue faced boy went ahead and hugged your body close.

“neteyam, glad to see you-“ “woah- you aren’t so big anymore, my- my feet! they’re huge! woah- i have a tail? look! woah- what- my ear is like a cat’s”

“woah- woah woah, take it easy, my (y/n), that’s what i went through for 15 years, you just had it for one minute and you’re going crazy!” he giggled. “see? it wasn’t so bad after all and what’s a cat?”

“silly of you, neteyam- but why the tree of souls?”

“got cha consciousness transferred, wouldn’t have it done the scientifac- scientific ways,” he tapped your forehead slightly. “i begged for grandma myself, glad she’s helping out, or we’re doomed.”

“thank you, neteyam.”

life didn’t get easier after that, but you were now together, at last.

the sullys welcomed you quickly and warmly. neytiri had some hard times but jake reminded her once again of their past.

-spoilers-

uncertain times calls for uncertain choices, the sullys decided to move to the metkayina for shelter.

neteyam and his siblings, along with you, flew across the ocean toward your temporary home.

the flight there was risky as you guys had to travel across the storms and oceans. neteyam held you tightly within his embrace the whole flight.

the first few weeks, he often cries whenever he is alone with you, saying you are his safe house.

“i- i want to go home, (y/n), i can’t do this anymore,” he sniffles on your lap.

“i am so sorry, nete, we are here now, i miss our home too, but this is for the best for the people,” you cradled him close.

“you- you shouldn’t say sorry, my (y/n), it’s not your fault,” he grabbed your hair tight as he cried.

“ow, nete, c’mon let’s go swim and calm down,” you swayed him like a baby and sang him songs.

at the ocean villages, the leader welcomed the sullys with not the warmest welcome but satisfying enough for the time. they must live and depend on it for now, that’s the least they could do.

kiri and you got called out for having five fingers which neteyam did not take it very well. he had been hostile towards anyone who made fun of your hands.

tsireya, ao’nung, and the rest welcomed them as well, although the boys could’ve been much friendlier in your thought.

tsireya and you kicked along pretty well, she’s beautiful, kind, caring, and hot. 😳 (sorry, not sorry)

of course, you gotta tease her with lo’ak, and how she told him ‘i see you’ before you and neteyam was a disgrace. you love her like a sister and adores her so bad.

likewise, she never misses a chance to tease you with neteyam.

“please, y/n, when? when are you going to do it!”

“not now, not never, does he even like me?” you pouted. “he calls me his best friend, i am obviously in the friend zone.”

“c’mon, please, that boy is head over heals for you,” she rolled her blue eyes. “when i taught you guys to swim, he is drooling over you underwater, almost choking himself unalive i supposed,” she giggled.

“maybe he is just amazed by the ocean, it is really pretty,” you sighed.

“girl- you are not taking hints.”

and boys are boys, they were fighting on the beach over kiri. kiri stood there laughing and her brothers getting themselves into the mess. while you walked out of the water sprinting towards neteyam and lo’ak, grabbing their ears and dragging them out.

“i apologize for my friends,” you laughed politely at ao’nung’s face.

“e- erm, i am sorry, too,” he was stunned by your face, dampened by the water, and your hair sticking to your body. ‘grrr’ neteyam scowling in the background behind your back to ao’nung.

“now if you please excuse us, i am so sorry, let me know if you want me to treat your wound as an apology,” you smiled and turned back to widened your eyes at neteyam and lo’ak.

“so- sorry” “sorry🖕”

“lo’ak!”

wound-tending sessions wasn’t as fun as watching them fight.

kiri took lo’ak and you took neteyam.

earning ‘ow’s and ‘ouch’s form neteyam you scolded him while patching him up.

“squeeze my leg if it hurts.”

he did tried not to but he ended up left some red marks on your legs.

during harsh and cold times, you still find your comfort in neteyam. you guys cuddle every night together before bed, and singing lullabies together, reminding each other of home.

neteyam likes to be the big spoon but you can be the big spoon, too, ever since your human form to your avatar form.

now for domestic stuffs in metkayinaa

you guys love to swim together in the ocean, and sometimes hiding the reefs (shh, they make a great place for a kiss on the cheek)

neteyam loves your hand, he will hold them wherever you go.

he loves finding pretty shells for you and clipping them onto your hair.

ao’nung having a crush on you, and tsireya told him off. because, obviously, she is your biggest shipper.

neytiri and jake knew there is no use separating you and neteyam, so one calls for a family meeting.

she noticed how her children received an emotional support whenever they need it from you. neytiri slowly accepted you into her family and realized that you had become more than a friend to their family, but a part of them. now, she sends a heartwarming smile for you. (neteyam, two down, it’s only you babe)

“thank you, (y/n), for taking care of my family,” she hugged you. “you are a part of us, never let them separate us apart.”

“I trust you, (y/n), i see a great potential in you, take care of my sons and daughters in this time of war,” jake touched his forehead against yours.

fond moments must come to an end; the thing they dreaded the most had arrived, the sky people

you guys fought until your very last breath, and every moments felt like it is your last

“go! y/n! go!” lo’ak and spider jumped into the middle pool of the boat, while neteyam took the gun.

“okay! love! on my count okay?” you shouted back.

“no! on my count- OKAY HE’S DOWN! 1…2-“ he was taken back by your push, and as of everything goes in slow motion. your body push his against the rails and made him fall into the pool.

the bullet made its way towards your chest, and everything flashes back. your mom, your dad, your lonely childhood, meeting him for the first time, meeting the sullys, growing up together, transferring your consciousness, traveling here, and fighting along side him.

you felt an impact within your body, and his eyes widened as you both fall into the water. he cradled your body in his as you both meet the impact of the water. slowly, your bodies submerged into the water and he pulled you out…and everything seems to black out.

…

“no no no no NO!” you heard neteyam screams.

“rip that cloth, RIGHT NOW!” jake shouted. “she is losing her consciousness!” you felt a burning sensation and a tightening sensation on your shoulder.

“is she alright DAD! SHE IS SHAKING! DO SOMETHING!” neteyam cries and clings onto your body.

“y/n…” tsireya hold your hand and her wet tears dropped on your arms.

“No! My child, my guardian protector!” Neytiri screamed in agony, as she lose her voice in the attempt.

“neteyam! take her to the village if you still want to have the love of your life,” he pushed her into his embrace. without a second thought, he calls his ilu and drove head straight to the village.

the boy waited impatiently in front of the village’s nurse. he traced back and forth and his breath hitched whenever the nurse made any noise. he prayed to the great mother that she will be fine. his meals were untouched and he didn’t bothered fighting along his brother’s side for once.

he loathed the demon ever than before, he prayed his mother would’ve finish him off the second time.

it has been three days and the family is back together. they’ve been healing together spiritually and physically, except one boy who refuses to join them, neteyam. he had been sitting in front of the nurse room for four days full, until he heard a sound.

“neteyam?”

“yes? is she alright?”

“go ahead and see her for yourself,” the nurse opened the curtain.

“(y/n)? are you awake?”

“ne- neteyam? are you hurt?”

“(y/n)! thank the great mother!” he hugged your body so tightly that you might rip apart. “i thought i had lost you!” he cling onto her lap. “promise me you’ll never take a bullet for me again! pinkie promise me!”

“i can’t make promises i can not keep, love…,” you smiled and knitted your ringer finger with his. “do you know what finger is this?”

“um…longer pinkie?”

“no,” you chuckled. “this is a ring finger, a ring is put in the right side for engagement and left for marriages.”

“then i will never have to lose you with our ring fingers attached,” he rest his forehead on yours.

“how could you lose me, when i see you,” you smiled and kissed his forehead.

“i see you too.”

today’s a great day to take care of yourself, 🤍

#avatar #avatar imagine #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #avatar the way of water #lo’ak x reader #fanfiction #neytiri #neteyam x you #avatar x reader

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Please can you write about you and George Weasley. About how he's usually the secound twin people notice but you pay attention to him beacuse you like how he's sweet and more quiet then his brother. Smut? Maybe? 💕

I really really really hope you’ll like this, not exactly my favorite but anything for you guys, thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy it babe <3

Shitty communication trope + smut. George being a complete softie because why not? I insulted Fred horribly in this but mind you he’s my favorite twin, tough love? Perhaps.

George couldn’t help but feel left out, wandering the halls after class and being separated from his twin brother who had a date that night.

He also couldn’t help but feel so lonely, he had you; his best friend. But he couldn’t cling to you in fears of his feelings getting in the way and have it all ruined for running his mouth and for the feeling he so deeply felt at this moment.

The common room was dimly lit that night as he prompted himself on the red couch, facing the fire.

He always thought of ways he could kill his loneliness but he was not Fred, he couldn’t just lure girls into his arms whenever he wanted. He wasn’t like that and he didn’t know if he liked to be that way, he loved Fred but his ways of things were different. Too different.

“Boo!” You said from over his shoulder, hopping on the couch and next to your ginger best friend. “What’s up?” You spoke again, resting your head on his shoulder.

George was used to you being physical and affectionate with him in terms of hugging and being close, maybe holding hands too but he wished he did it under dating circumstances, where things could maybe escalate even.

“Come on talk to me.” You poked his thigh, you loved how quiet and sensitive George usually got around night because he’s tired, but you were bored and you were fishing for his attention to say the least. “Kind of feeling out of service.” He suddenly stated which made you let out a light chuckle before you looked up at him.

Your smile immediately faded, your head was off his shoulder and facing him. “Georgie, what’s wrong?” You asked, the nickname threw him on cloud nine. Feeling his face all heated up he only shrugged, your hand slipping into his and your fingers intertwining together.

“Why am I no one’s first choice?” George asked you, his eyes on level with yours. The brown in them displaying guilt and despair you had no idea he held, you shook your head. “Why are you saying that?” You had no idea where this was coming from, you always knew George was more laid back and quiet, much sweeter than Fred but the twins didn’t display much emotion.. sometimes you thought they didn’t have any.

Only when you grew closer to George, he was so sensitive and lovely. Not helping having all

Your attention on him despite him being your best friend and catching feelings for him, you swore you’d stay his best friend but if he ever wanted you like that.. you were all his no question.

“Just a feeling.. I feel so useless.” He said, laughing. But all you heard was sadness in disguise, your other hand pulled his face towards you so he can look at you. The fire reflecting his eyes making them look as orange as his hair, you gave him a smile. “You’re not, Georgie you’re anything but useless.”

He had no idea what came over him, either his feelings for you or his loneliness. He had not one single clue, but he kissed you.

He tasted the strawberry chapstick you had on, tasted the gasp you made in the back of your throat as you pulled away from him. “George- why did you do that?” You bit your lip, still not registering what’s happening George couldn’t handle your rejection right now, no way he could survive it so he gathered himself and ran for the boy’s dormitory.

Locking himself behind to make sure you cannot get in.

You were left behind, still in the same position you were sat in. Still biting your bottom lip, the feeling of his lips lingered on your lips and you don’t think you’re going to stop feeling them any time soon.

You don’t hate it, no way. You were just so confused, he was so confused. It was a mess, that’s not how you wanted to get to kiss him.. he was upset, it must be the only reason why he kissed you.

Still sat in front of the fire you finally moved, still thinking of his lips on yours. Why did you pull away? Gosh you were an idiot, dripping in idiocy.

You wanted to go up there and talk to him, if anything you were always upfront and honest about everything. But what would you say? ‘George I’m in love with you, kiss me again because I don’t think that kiss earlier will ever be enough.’

Feeling so stupid you still couldn’t help but want to talk to him, let him know what he did was fine and that it was just a kiss.. but to you it was much more. You’d leave that part out though.

Plucking up the courage you ran up to the boy’s dormitory, knocking on the door.

“George open up, please?” You said, pressing yourself against the door. Trying to open it, it was locked. Classic.

“Can we talk?” You spoke as gentle as you can, you didn’t want him to freak out.

He obviously ran for a reason which is not have you question the kiss, but you weren’t like that. If anything he should have known.

“Please, I want to talk. Don’t ignore me, I can’t do this without you.” You said behind the door, knocking again.

“Just leave.” George finally said from behind the door. You sighed, you couldn’t lose him. Is he going to shut you out forever for accidentally kissing you?

Your patience started to run out. “Open the door!” and wanting to cuss him out for being so stupid, did he honestly really think you’d let him off so easily?

The door started being rattled, meaning he’s unlocking it. Your heart growing heavier as you saw his face on the opposite of you, he looked paler than usual. Pushing past him and inside the room, no one else but you and him there.

“What?” George asked, noticing you staring at him but you were trying to come up with something, you didn’t want to deny that kiss. Not one bit.

“I don’t know George! I don’t know what to tell you, but that kiss? I’m not mad you kissed me.” You rambled, now or never.

“You’re not?” Confusion was printed all over his freckled face. “Bloody hell I’m not! But if you are then- I don’t know.. I don’t know I’m sorry.” You turned away from him, scratching your forehead. Hopefully you’d come up with a proper response but you never saw this coming, you liked him too much to dismiss it. You’d never do such thing.

“What don’t you know?” George asked, walking around to meet you. Your eyes looked up at him, shrugging. “Just don’t shut me out. Please?” You tried to deflect his question because you knew you were going to slip if you don’t keep your mouth shut.

George was silent for a moment, only nodding. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said before you put a dismissive hand up, you didn’t want him to be sorry. There was nothing to be sorry about, you’ve always dreamed of him kissing you. Even more than kissing you, that you felt ashamed but honestly you felt so shameless at this second.

But still refusing to let your feelings out. After an awkward silence filled with tension he sat on his bed, after a second or so you followed and sat next to him.

“Sleep here.” George whispered after a moment of silence, you only nodded. Both of you still sat up on his bed, you initiated laying down as he did the same thing. Your back facing him, giving the room one last look before your eyes closed and you fell asleep.

“Dude! Georgie got a girl in his bed!” You shot up from your sleep, shaking with cold from the lack of a blanket over you. Lee jumping over George on the bed you still layed on, George was already up and pushing off his friend.

“Shut up, shut it!” George kicked him off and out of the bed as it stopped shaking beneath you while Lee still giggled trying to get something out of him with a mischievous grin.

You noticed Fred was sat there laughing at his brother and you just decided to get up and spare George any more embarrassment. “Dude shut up please! Nothing happened-“ George caught you slipping away from his bed and almost out the door. “Wait wait wait! I’m sorry.” George caught up to you, grabbing your upper arm with his cold hand. “It’s okay, I’ll see you later. Thanks for letting me stay.” You tapped his knuckles, you were just fine but he was being terribly teased. You wouldn’t like that if it were you and leaving sounds like the best thing to be done right now.

Going back to your dorm room your friends asked you where you had been, mentioning you innocently spent the night next to George which resulted in you getting teased as well.

“Can’t I sleep next to my best friend and without doing anything?” You said which made them all burst out laughing. “You’re so naive it’s adorable.” One of them said, you in fact were not naive at all. You always dreamt of George that way but you can’t act on it the minute he invites you to bed.. which again was innocent.

“Nothing happened! Complete nun, okay? Absolutely nothing happened.” You exasperatedly ran a hand over your hair, just confessing to the whole dorm room that you haven’t slept with anyone before, the shock on their faces was enough embarrassment to last for many years to come.

You had no idea what was the point in sleeping with someone you didn’t care about, it was supposed to be special. And you were saving yourself for someone who deserved it, someone you really love, Really care about. Not just a night to waste with no outcome of it but probably regret, and if being a virgin for this long was what’s happening here then so be it.

Everyone went back to their business as you got ready for the day, putting on your school uniform and gathering all the stuff you needed. Your mind elsewhere completely and skipping wasn’t an option.

You caught up on all your classes, after getting scolded once or twice to focus or pay attention. Earning some laughs from your fellow house mates, surprised to find George and Fred in the same classes as you. Catching your best friend’s eyes and giving him a subtle wave from under the table.

They often skipped classes together because knowing the twins they detested everything that had to do with school and studying, Fred looked miserable as he was listening to whatever the professors were saying but George had only been staring at you, attending classes just to be near you. And maybe get to apologize for how his friends acted earlier, he thought he was making a big deal out of it but his worries got the best of him and he really wanted to make it up to you.

You heard George catch up to you breathlessly as your day with classes finally finished. “Hey!” You smiled, looking up at him with a slight blush powdered across his pale cheeks.

“Do you want to hang out with me.. astronomy tower?” He suggested, that was your go-to place to hang out. Just staring at the stars always felt good with him, talking about everything that’s bothering you and being there for each other. It sounded perfect right now, you nodded.

Grabbing his hand in yours and walking up to your place, getting comfortable on the cold hard ground and hugging your knees closer to your chest, looking up at the stars.

George on the other hand was a mess, mentally beating himself up for still not having apologized for the entirety of last night and for the morning you had on his bed.

Shaking his leg with anxiety he decided to face you, you were his best friend. You wouldn’t push him away or dismiss him, you never did. He was confident in that.

“Hey uh… I’m sorry.” George started, earning you to turn and look at him puzzled with his words. “What for?” You were confused to say the least, why was he acting like that? “Kissing you, and this morning- it was really weird and I’m just- sorry.” He continued, still puzzled with how he felt the need to apologize for everything.

Maybe you felt slightly offended even, he was your best friend. Stuff like this shouldn’t matter and that you understand, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Closing it again you looked away, contemplating leaving at this point.

“Did I say something?” George said after he noticed your lack of response, beating himself up already for being a bloody idiot.

“Is this why you brought me here?” You faced him again, suddenly feeling anger brewing inside of you.

“What- no.. i- yes I just wanted to say I’m sorry!” He screwed up, he knew it. He was so done for.

“George enough! Please enough with the apologies you did nothing to apologize for!” You yelled, George never saw you this mad with him. It was eerie and different, he wanted to kick himself for bringing you up to such state.

You didn’t know how badly sensitive he had been the past few weeks but it was getting to him, and you didn’t know what to do with that information. Loving that about him you admitted he could only be this soft with you, to everyone else George was like Fred.

Annoying obnoxious and most definitely doesn’t care about your feelings, but George wasn’t like that at all with you. He was apologizing for dumb things for heavens sake.

George bit his tongue down another apology and looked away from you, grasping at nothing else to be said.

You gently reached out for his shoulder, get him to look at you. “It’s okay, you know.” You reassured him, he needed it. He really did, just staring at your eyes softening made his heart melt.

It’s as if something was in the air and you both were kissing, and it felt good. And neither of you pulled away from the other.

Grasping at his tie you climbed up his lap with your hands raking through his hair as he placed soft kisses down your neck and found that sensitive spot making you moan.

George getting a sense of pride from making you moan he kissed that same spot again, making you whimper in his arms with his hands slipping under your shirt and up your back.

Your skin felt on fire from his touch as you connected your lips again. George layed you down on the floor and got on top of you, kissed you deeper each second with his hands all over you.

You felt a rush of panic run through you, remembering how you never have done this before. He need to know, just in case you badly sucked at it.

“George, wait.” You pulled away from the kiss, already missing his lips on yours. “You okay?” He whispered, his pink lips all swollen. “I’ve never done this before.” You said, your hands still in his hair giving his scalp a little stroke with your thumb.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He whispered, his lips finding that same spot on your neck again. You closed your eyes as your hands still raked through his orange hair, tilting your head slightly so he has better access. “I want to.” You whimpered.

You knew this felt right, you love George. You care about him too much it’s sickening. You found no reason to refrain from doing this and losing your virginity to him, it was perfect. You’d no idea you were saving yourself for him, wasn’t he just your best friend?

“Are you sure?” His eyes went back up to yours, his eyes dark with lust as a piece of hair moved in front of his face that you moved away. He was so beautiful your knees felt weaker than they already did.

“Positive.” You spoke lastly before his lips were on yours in a passionate kiss, stripping you off your clothes as he went.. breaking the kiss only to make sure your clothes had been off.

Him doing the same thing and coming back on top of you, seeking your approval before he slipped inside of you gently. Making sure you were comfortable, asking you if you were okay each thrust. Whispering words of affirmation in your ear, telling you that you were taking him so well. His words bringing you closer to coming and gripping his shoulders tight, he was being so gentle and you were thankful as it hurt so good, you’d no idea you’d enjoy your first time but he felt amazing, he was amazing.

“I’m close.” You moaned against him, his pace becoming slightly faster. The knot in your stomach so close to snapping with your legs shaking beneath you.

“Come whenever you can alright? You can do it, love.” George said breathlessly, placing his forehead against yours as you felt your insides clinch. The orgasm freshly rolling out of your mouth, coming all over him.

“Good girl, you did so well.” George kissed your forehead softly as you collected your breaths. He gently rolled off you and fell on your side, pulling you closer to him with his arm draped over your waist and gave your neck a sweet kiss. “That was good.” You spoke, he smiled softly and you never wanted to leave this ever.

You wished time stopped and you were next to him like this forever, you brought a hand up to his face and placed a kiss on his nose. Not believing you just had sex with your best friend, was he even your best friend now? “George?” You asked as he hummed in response, you didn’t know if it was the right time to ask but you needed to know. “What are we?” George chuckled at your question, the smile still there on his perfect lips.

“whatever you want us to be.”

“Does boyfriend work?”

“Boyfriend works.” He said before pulling you into another sweet kiss of his, you don’t think you’d ever get enough of his kisses any time soon as you felt him smile in the kiss.

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persefolli · 1 year

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𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐒

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭(𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?,𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 "𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲", 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦), 𝐚𝐠𝐞-𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲,𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧!𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“FUCK!” You slapped your hand against your head. You had failed to train your ilu properly, resulting in 3 rounds of losing the race against the Sully kids and the Metkayina kids.

“Hit me.” You stretched out your arms, ready for the punishment. They looked at each other mischievously.

“Every month our dads go to the forest.” Lo’ak started.

“They always force us to go camping. And it's really, really boring.” Kiri said, sticking her tongue out and rolling her eyes.

“We wanna stay at the reef for the big bonfire we always miss when we go. So you're gonna cover for us.”

You huffed, “How am I gonna substitute for 6 kids?!”

“Don't know, make it happen. Ao’nung said.

You managed to build the courage to ask Tonowari to accompany their trip to the forest, a little lying sufficed, saying that you had never seen the forest and you wanted to gain a broader experience. You opted to ask Tonowari since Jake was the scary one. He agreed, saying you could take over the jobs the kids usually did, “so you would be occupied.”

The ride towards the forest was silent, especially since you were upset knowing you were missing the bonfire for the first time. Kiri and Tsireya would be out there dancing and having fun while you were in the middle of the forest carving sticks. The arrival was just as bleak as you imagined, well, the forest was beautiful, the plants and the trees were really different from those on the reef. But you were immediately tasked with building a tent, you didn't even know what a tent was.

Jake explained it came from the ship of one of the Sky People, and it's a temporary shelter for those who chose to stay out at night. Easy enough, right? Nope. All day, you struggled with setting up the tent, because it would eventually fall down back into pieces. “You have to nail it into the ground!” Jake snapped at you. You flinched and allowed him to take the tools from your hands, simply nailing the ends of the tent into the forest ground. When he finished he threw the tools to the side and sent you to Tonowari, who tasked you with getting dinner.

You weren't bad at fishing considering you were from the reef, but maybe Eywa had other plans. The fish were skinny as hell, so it wouldn't be enough to fill two grown na'vi warriors and a glutton like yourself. You ended up catching around 6 fish, which you allowed Jake and Tonowari to eat on their own while you opted for the fruit you had packed.

So far, not good

Tonowari noticed as the days went, the more sluggish you got. You became less vocal, and became more autonomic with the tasks they gave you. “Y/n it's not that bad. You were due to learn survival skills eventually.” Tonowari approached you while fishing. You stayed silent, and treaded your hands in the water. “We know you don't wanna be here but we want you to leave here with something.”

Silence.

Tonowari sighed and walked to the edge of the riverbank, squatting really close to you. “Why would you accept the bet if you were gonna be like this?” You snapped your head up to look at him. You had no idea he knew that it was all just a bet, but if he knew it was no harm in telling him. “Well, first off I didn't have a choice.”

“You could've always chickened.”

You glared at him before continuing. “I would've been more than happy to come if it wasn't just me. But I guess they knew how much of dick Jake was and threw me under.” Tonowari shifted his head then nodded in understanding. You felt a little bad for calling his best friend a dick, but it had to be said.

Things seemed to shift in the next few hours. You came back from fishing and Jake couldn't be bothered to fool with you. He didn't snap at you to do anything, build anything, or retrieve anything. Maybe Tonowari talked some sense into him. The newfound free time was spent scavenging around the forest, grabbing at new plants and animals. The forest was amazing, no wonder the Sully kids rejected the reef at first.

“Y/n!” Jake yelled in the distance. You groaned and made your way back to the campsite, where Jake stood holding a bow and a few arrows. “Let's go.” You followed him through the forest, where he was seemingly tracking some creature. “Here.” He stopped, and made his mark behind some brushes. He pointed past the brush at a viper wolf, and handed you the bow. You rolled your eyes and practically snatched the bow from his hands. As you aimed at the wolf, Jake began talking. “You're not enjoying yourself?” He said more as a statement rather than a question. You ignored him, and kept your focus on the viperwolf.

“You would really rather be back on the reef having random guys feel you up at a stupid bonfire?”

You shot, and missed, “It would be better than being stuck in a forest with two grandpas, who think staring at trees all day is a valuable life skill.” You snapped at him. Jake's lip twitched, eventually breaking into a smirk. “Grandpas?”

“Old men! Grandpas! Whatever you call it.”

He grabbed the bow to your hands and began walking again, tracking another scent. He finally stopped again, handing you the bow and pointed at a bird-like creature. You squatted, legs slightly parted as you held the bow in your hand. Jake crouched right behind you, breath tickling the back of your neck. Admittedly he was making it very hard to focus. You took in a deep breath, and focused back on the animal that sat peacefully ahead. Before you could draw the bow, you felt Jake's hand on your ass. “Mr. Sully.” You gasped.

“Focus on the target!” He hissed. You did as told, and drew your bow, releasing it and missing the creature. The creature remained unphased, not even noticing the near missed arrow. “At your age, I didn't miss.” He said sourly into your ear. The warmth his hand radiated on your backside sent feelings coursing through your body. Slowly beginning to get turned on. “Again.” You placed your arrow against the bow again, and took in a deep breath. His hand moved to rest on your thigh, and his other hand began cupping your ass. You turned to look at him, but he nodded his head forward. You drew your arrow back, released it, and hit the creature right in its head. “Now that wasn't so hard was it.” He said, not moving from the very inconvenient position you were in.

“Jake.” You muttered. “What? This isn't any different to the bonfire.”

“At least the guys there knew how to touch me.” You egged him on. You saw his face drop, wrinkles around his eyes smoothing out.

“Knew how to touch you like this?” His hand reached beyond your loin cloth and grazed your folds. “Mhm.” You groaned silently. He ran his fingers over your pussy, eventually teasing your entrance with his index finger. “Do you usually get this wet? Hm?”

“No Mr. Sully.” You whimpered.

“That right? Getting creamy and wet just off my fingers. Thought those other guys knew how to touch you.” Your heartbeat quickened as you made eye contact with the aged man. This was wrong, all the way wrong. Especially for someone who was old enough to be your own father. He inched his middle finger inside of your hole, pumping it in and out as he coaxed you. “That's why you came on this trip right? So I can play in this pussy?”

“N-no.” You stammered. You had never heard Jake get so vulgar, never in front of you. You now knew how he got so many kids out of Neytiri, he was a natural.

Jake removed his fingers and sucked your slick off of his two fingers, leaving you weak and whiny. “Come.” He yanked you by the wrist and led you back to the single camp site, where Tonowari sat throwing wood into the fire for the night. Jake dragged you right into the tent, and threw you down onto the mat. He then walked outside, and said something to Tonowari, which you didn't hear due to the blood pumping in your ears. Jake entered, then Tonowari, zipping the tent closed behind him. Tonowari stood waiting. Jake then kneeled and flipped your cloth over, exposing your pussy to the older and taller na’vi. “She calls me a dick behind my back, and calls us old in front of my face.”

“But look at how wet she is.” Tonowari said, dropping to his knees.

“Exactly. See how wet this grandpa made her. She didnt want to learn shit she just wanted to be fucked.” Jake said sourly, almost angry.

“I figured something was off with her.” Tonowari said. He leaned forward and positioned himself so he was laying down with his face between your legs. “Well this old man is gonna show you how to get things done.” Tonowari buried his face in your pussy, catching your clit between his lips. You yelped, feeling the wet warmth and pressure being applied to your bud. You closed your eyes and pathetically spread your legs more, allowing Tonowari to bury himself deeper. “So good.” He licked up your entrance, placing a kiss on your clit. “How tight is she?” Jake asked from beside you. Tonowari pushed his thick wet tongue inside of your entrance. “Wari!” You exclaimed.

“So tight.” He responded to Jake. He continued to thrust his tongue in your pussy, slobbering and animatedly kissing all over your folds. “Mmm…wari…gonna come!” You grabbed the back of his head and began bucking your hips into him. He removed his tongue from your hole and rested it on your clit swiftly, beginning to flick his muscle against your clit in a battle to make you come. “Ooh! Fuck just like that!” You shrieked, raising your legs high in the air and shaking. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm gonna fucking come.” You screamed one last time before convulsing and cumming on his face.

Tonowari rose to his knees and looked at Jake, shamelessly with your slick all over his face. The two of them said nothing, but seemed to communicate with just their eyes. Tonowari moved to sit above your head, and Jake took refuge in the spot between your legs. Jake flipped you around, so that you were now on your hands and knees, facing Tonowari.

Tonowari smiled at you, before whipping out his thick cock and slapping the tip against your nose. Jake took hold of your tail and moved it aside as his hand grazed along your ass. “Look at what you've gotten yourself into.” Jake snarled. “Alone in the middle of nowhere being slutted out by your best friends' dads.” He began running his thumb over your wet hole, teasing it.

“For your sake I hope they never find out.” Tonowari joined in. “They won't!” You whimpered. The flutter in your stomach was jumping from guilt to horniness. The confusion made you all the more wet. “I know baby girl. you know how much trouble we would get in? We don't want any trouble do we?” Jake pulled your head back to look at him. “No. No trouble.”

Jake laughed and pushed your head back down to Tonowari. “Had her pussy eaten once and lost all common sense.”

Tonowari grabbed your hair and pulled upwards so your mouth hovered right over his dick. “Be a good girl and suck it.” He pushed his cock between your lips and you gasped. You placed one hand on his thigh to hold yourself up, and the other wrapped around the base of his cock. You began to swirl your tongue around the tip, feeling the shudder in his thighs, but he yanked you up by the hair and snarled. “I said suck, not this licking bullshit.”

Jake on the other end was playing in your folds with his tip. Slapping your pussy with it a few times before snapping his hips forward, you gasped, and opened your mouth wider which Tonowari took advantage of. Jake began thrusting, holding your hips tight. “M’Jake!” You moaned around Wari’s cock. A burst of energy flowed through your veins and you began sucking on his dick more passionately. “Take your time baby. Don't let him provoke you.” He moved a few strands of hair out of your face and guided your head to slowly bob against him. You tested your luck, and pushed all the way down so your nose was buried in his pelvis. “Oh fuck!” He hissed, feeling his dick curve around the shape of your throat.. You rose again, releasing his dick with a pop. “You’ve done this before haven't you?”

“Mhm.” You tilted your head around him and began suckling the side of his dick, flashing your tongue every once in a while.

Jake groaned behind you, thrusting harshly and digging his fingers into your sides. “You're so fucking tight.” He seethed though his teeth. He slid one of his hands over your ass and dipped his thumb into your other hole, emitting a gasp from you. “Ah fuck such a pretty little slut.” Jake closed his eyes. “Letting me fuck the shit out of your sloppy little hole.” You moaned, beginning to bounce harder off of Jake and his dick. He spat more discrepancies, making you more wet and easy to slide into. You felt so nasty, so fucking nasty.

“You like that? having Toruk Makto fuck you?'' Tonowari cooed. You nodded your head, bobbing on him in the process.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I love Toruk Makto fucking me!” You said muffled on his cock. “Really? and what else?”

“I love sucking your dick.” You smiled and licked around his tip, causing him to grumble.

“Fuck! Need her.” Jake said to Tonowari. Tonowari pulled you off his dick, and allowed Jake to pull you away from him. He pushed you down into the mat, so that your ass was now up and at em. He began rutting into you, pulling you back against him harshly. “Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! Jake! Fuck me!” You changed as you felt a ball of tightness build in your gut, ready to burst at any moment.

Jake let out a loud and long groan. “Want me to fill you up, huh? wanna walk around with my cum in your pussy?”

“Yes Mr.Sully! Please fill me up daddy!” You whimpered as he thrusted harder, blurring the pauses between each bounce against each other. A loud yell, and a groan, and he had came. You felt him fill you slowly.

He pulled out, making you shudder from the loss of contact. You felt his seed dribble down your pussy and onto the mat below. Once again your head was being yanked up, and this time Tonowari was standing. He smacked his dick against your lips before tugging at himself. “Fuck you're such a good girl for me.” He moaned and dragged your bottom lip down with his thumb. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his thighs tense. “Tell me you've been a good girl.”

“I've been a good girl Wari.” You moaned, watching him begin to leak in front of you. “Tell me again.”

You purred and leaned into him so his fist was pumping right above your face. “I've been such a good girl daddy.”

“Yes you have.” he managed to groan before cumming. He grabbed your face and slowly tugged his dick to milk himself dry. You smiled and happily accepted his thick ropes of cum on your face.

Jake walked over to you, having cleaned himself up. He smiled and looked at you adoringly, ignoring his friend's release on your face. He bent down and traced his thumb along your lips.

“Now, camping isn't so bad isn't it?”

#persefolli #persefolliwrites #Wattpad #jake sully x reader #jake sully #tonowari x reader #tonowari #avatar2 #avatar the way of water #ATWOW

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taesankisser · 3 months

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bf!leehan thoughts <3

warnings: fem!reader implied, i am DELUSIONAL!!!, comforting (no serious content warnings!)

song rec: take my hand by zerobaseone

writing under the cut!

bf!leehan, who is so observant when it comes to you and your emotional needs. he’s always there for you when you need him, and can always tell when something isn’t right. it can sometimes catch you off guard with the way he’s learned to read you, but it’s become one of the many ways he makes you feel loved. he can see through even the thickest of your masks, and it makes you treasure him even more because he can see you in a way that most people can’t.

bf!leehan, who is the best at listening because he’s invested and nonjudgmental as well as really focused on your needs in the moment. he’ll let you talk forever if that’s what you need and it’s so endearing because he’ll watch you with the most engaged puppy dog eyes, paying attention to everything you said. he’s one of those people where when you talk to him you actually feel genuinely heard and not just listened to, he makes you feel seen and valued. he radiates quality time energy, so this is also be super beneficial in the sense that it satisfies that social part of him as well as his need to spend quality time with his lover. talking things out with him is genuinely just all around beneficial to your relationship because you both feel loved through it.

bf!leehan, who is so easy to love because of how laid back and calm he is. he has that silly/goofy side to him, but at the same time he’s quite calm, which causes him to be such a safe haven for you. when things get hard and stressful, he’s right there waiting for you with open arms. he’s reliable in the way that when it feels like everything in your life is falling apart, he isn’t and he’s by your side through everything. he makes things a lot more bearable through the hardest of seasons.

bf!leehan, who loves doing skin care with you. by the time you’re well into your relationship, you’re practically a beauty guru with the way he’s taught you everything. he makes sure you do it every night, even when you’re tired. you always opt to do with him so it’s not as tedious or boring. you two share products and he loves doing masks with you. you get into the routine of doing a face mask at least once a week as a way to bond, while also taking care of your skin! he’s so cute in the way he’ll look out for new products and share new tips he learns. overall, the cutest self care bf ever!

bf!leehan, who turns into a completely different person when you agree to go look at fish with him. if you initiate an aquarium date, he’ll literally look at you with the biggest heart eyes ever. you go to the aquarium at least once a month (sometimes different ones too to explore and see more fishies) and it almost becomes like a regular date you two have. you love going with him, even if you’re not the biggest fish enthusiast like your boyfriend. you love it because he gets so excited, it’s such a simple thing that makes him light up, which makes your heart happy just like his in those moments. you two really thrive off making the other feel happy, comfortable, and cared for in your relationship.

author’s note: this was requested by a sweet anonie so i hope you all enjoy! i cried on the inside while writing this tbh because i am madly in love with him… we’re not getting into it so BYE! have a great day/night!!

- lots of love, solar!

#leehan x reader #leehan fluff #leehan oneshot #leehan x y/n #bnd fanfic #bnd fluff #bnd x reader #boynextdoor #boynextdoor fanfic #boynextdoor fluff #leehan #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor x y/n #boynextdoor imagines #leehan imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #leehan scenarios

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usagikookiejams · 4 months

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WISH

Ran Haitani x fem!reader

⚠️ Warning: angst no comfort, violence, curse words, not proofread (sorry, too tired). That's all as I don't want to spoil the story lolll

Today was a very peaceful Saturday. You wish to spend the entire day with Ran; considering you got a good news to tell him. You tried to sleep in a little longer, your hand fishing for Ran that always sleep beside you. But to your dismay, he was not there. You woke up and searching for Ran through out the entire house until you heard a click from the front door; and Ran coming in. You went to hug his arm, swinging your body left and right in the process, "Hey handsomeee, I was thinking... how about we spend the day catching up with our favourite series and have dinner at night?."

You heard him sighed and forcefully retracted his arm; not even looking at you, "No thank you, I have a lot of work to do." You deflated, feeling quite hurt by his word but still, you insisted on spending time together. That is until, he glared at you while saying, "Can you just shut the fuck up?!! I got headache listening to you! Stop being so clingy! It's not like you are gonna die if I don't spend even an ounce of my time with you, is it?." Ouch... that was not expected from him. You masked your hurt by giving him a smile, "It's okay, I will leave you alone. I am sorry for disturbing you." Ran sighed and walked to your shared bedroom while saying 'thank you.' After you were sure that Ran was fast asleep, you went to retrieve your car keys and purse; deciding to spend time with yourself instead.

"I adore how you're constantly by my side. Please continue to do so, your presence is utterly endearing"

[Your POV]

That words kept on repeating in your head. You looked out of your car window to look at the entire city from the highest point of Roppongi. The word kept on haunting you, making you wonder if he was getting bored by your affection? You felt tears wetting your cheeks, you chuckled slightly at that, "How silly of me, thinking that he will always want me to shower him with affection. He is a busy guy too, so he must feel very tired and just want some time to himself," you monologued with yourself.

You went outside the car to get some fresh air. You looked at the city while stroking the ring decorating your delicate finger. Thinking how you're going to break the news to him without annoying him even further... Not realizing that a guy was approaching you from behind. You were suddenly forced into unconcious state and everything went blank.

[Ran's POV]

Back at home, Ran woke up from his sleep after what felt like hours. Looking at the clock, the time was currently at 2:00 p.m. Shoot.. he was supposed to be at the office since 12:00, why didn't you wake him up? He grumbled and called out your name plenty times but no answer. He remembered what he said to you in the morning, feeling guilty and now making a mental note to apologize to you as soon as possible. He stood from the bed and went to get ready for work...

At the office, he was informed by his secretary that the top executives are now gathered at the meeting room for what seems like an urgent discussion. He got there ASAP and apologized for his lateness, Mikey didn't get mad but just look at him pitifully.

"Do you got any calls from the enemy, Haitani?," Mikey looked at Ran making the latter guy dumbfounded. "Err.. whatchu mean, boss?," Ran couldn't help but looked towards his brother direction. "The Black Venom's man called our HQ around 11 a.m. saying that they got hostage with them..," Mikey announced. "So... what that got to do with me? Why shall I expect calls from them?," Ran still didn't understand the situation. "Are u fucking stupid Ran?! Boss meant to say that the enemy got your wife, Y/N!," Sanzu said while shaking his head.

Sanzu's word ringing in his ears making him rushing to retrieve his phone from his pocket. He tried calling you multiple times but it wasn't answered. He was getting impatient and decided to settle things on his own, until Mikey stopped him, "Sit down Haitani.. Keep your composure, I know the news is shocking but we have to discuss this matter first, how we're going to invade them. Considering they just destroy our plan of raiding their base this night." Ran couldn't disobey his order thus, sat down to discuss carefully regarding the plan.

You woke up from your unconciousness, feeling tightness around your limbs. Thus, quick to realize that you were bound to a chair. You looked in front of you to find any clue on where you are but didn't find any.

You suddenly felt something hard hit your head making you scream in pain. You looked upwards and saw a guy with baseball bat smiling sinisterly at you. You couldn't help but scream loudly to get any source of help. The guy once again hit you, this time around your chest to stop you from screaming. You fell backward making the chair also fell down with you. You tried asking for his sympathy but he didn't listen to you. He grabbed his phone from his backpocket and dialed a number.

After the third rings, someone on the other side of the call answered, "Hello, who is this?." The guy directed his phone towards you and changing the mode to video call, making you hear scream from the person in the other line. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife?!." Oh, that was actually your husband, Ran...

"I didn't do anything but maybe swing my baseball bat lightly to keep her shut her big-fat-mouth up hahaha," the guy looked at you making you felt like vomitting. "I swear when I got you, I will kill you as slowly as possible, as a payback for your action!," you heard Ran warning the guy, in which you couldn't help but smile a little. This action of yours made the enemy mad and started hitting you again and again, until you're coughing a lot of blood. "Is this how you're going to torture me? Dream on, you won't even able to reach me as we're currently at a very remote location," the guy zoomed in on your face making it very obvious that you're in a very critical state, your face is all beaten up.

Ran was about to warn him again but the enemy has ended the call. Ran couldn't control his emotion and started to punch the wall behind him until his fist was bleeding, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I shouldn't have say that to her. If that is the case, she will still be safe at home," he started to cry. Rindou went to calm him down and said that the plan will take action as soon as possible once the ammo are stocked up in the cars boot. "I felt guilty that I yelled at her this morning, she sounded so excited too, telling me to spend time with her. I am such as stupid husband for not listening to her request. After what felt like days, I finally have time to be at home," Ran confessed his guilt. Rindou was about to comment on it, but was interrupted by one of the subordinates telling the executives that everything is ready. Everyone stood up and got ready to beat up that fucker and his gang.

You were pulled up by the enemy guy quickly. The guy cut the rope, and screamed at you to move as quickly as possible to the rooftop. You didn't want to anger him so you follow his order.

Reaching to the rooftop enable you to see numerous vehicles parked at the front entrance. Noticing one of them is what seems like Ran's car. You felt like fate is by your side so you couldn't help but scream that you're in the rooftop. The enemy guy that was by your side felt really angry that you gave away his whereabouts; leading to him landing a punch directed to your chest. You felt dizzy now that you has loss too many blood. You heard footsteps getting nearer and the enemy was looking much more uneasy. The rooftop door was barged open, revealing non other than your husband, Ran. You smiled weakly at him, but the smile was suddenly wiped off your face when you felt bullet hitting your chest. The enemy laughed at the Bonten members, saying how they were too late. Ran shot the guy in the head and ran to hug you, but all you could feel now is numbness throughout your body.

Your mouth kept on spilling blood, making your husband panic at the sight, "Fuck it! Come over here medic! What are you doing there?! We have to be quick, she's losing a lot of blood already!." Ran screamed at the medic team who were now rushing towards you.

"Hey baby... please stay awake yeah?," he stroked your cheek lovingly while tears were pooling in his eyes. "We will go home and spend time together as you wish this morning, yeah?," he felt himself chocking up on his words. You looked at him, hands trying to engulf his face close to you though your limbs felt as if they were screaming at you. "Ran...," you smiled at him. Ran held your hands and kissing each of them. "Do you remember, our promise back in highschool?," you try to refocus your sight to him as it slowly becomes unclear. "Yeah baby...I remember how we promised to love each other dearly, ensuring it won't fade though we already have kids together in the future..," he couldn't help but felt the tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks. "So tell me, Ran. Do you still love me?," you stopped to take a shallow breath. "Of course I do! I love you so much that words couldn't even described it!," he held your hands tighter. "But, why it seems like your love for me is fading? You don't look as excited like you always do when you looked at me this morning," you felt your heart twisted at the reminder of what he said to you this morning. "Baby, I don't get it. What do you mean?," he tried to make a connection from your words. "I am pregnant Ran, it has been 3 months. I tried to tell you this, but you dismissed me. It hurts Ran, it hurts when you said I am clingy. It seems like you don't get excited for us," you started seeing white lights from above, making you felt quite nervous leaving him behind. You heard him saying 'I'm sorry' for many times until it sounded too far away from you.

Ran cried and cried, mouthing 'I'm sorry' non-stop. That is...until the medic called him and shook their head no. Ran felt like his world was crumbling apart. Not only did he lost you, he also lost the baby made out of love by the both of you. He felt like fainting, screaming to you to come back and saying he didn't mean the words he said this morning. Everything went blank as Rindou now rushed to Ran to embrace his unconcious body.

It was now the day after your tragic death, a funeral was conducted in honor of you. Many people came to show their respect to you. All Ran could do was stare blankly at each of them as they neared your coffin. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a woman walking towards him with something in hand. The woman he remembered as your bestfriend looked at him with teary-red-eyes while handing the box to him, "Open this at home, don't cause a scene here. I want the last farewell for my bestfriend to be as peaceful as possible," she said then walked away. Ran looked at the box, it looks very simple; how you would like it. Ran couldn't help but cried a bit remembering you.

[Ran's POV]

The box has been placed on the bedside table since he got back from your funeral. Honestly speaking, he was afraid to open them. He wondered why your bestfriend glared at him with nothing but hatred in her eyes; it shows how whatever inside this box, must be something that is very important to you.

Seconds passed by and finally he bravely opened them and could see a letter on top of a soft fabric. He read the content:

"I am glad to be able to spend my life with you. I wish nothing but the best for our love journey. In whatever situation, I hope our love remain strong as it has always been. What I am about to show you is something that is very important to me; it has some part of me and you. I have never seen them before but I already know that it is the best thing that ever happened in my life. Take a look at it by yourself, love <3"

After reading the letter, he pulled up whatever it is inside the box. Plop! He heard something dropped by his feet, he retrieved it and noticed it is a pregnancy test. He started to get emotional over this, now fully expecting the other items inside the box.

Tang! The box dropped. He frozed...he did not...

Yeah, he may expected the other items inside the box to be baby stuff...

But...

What he didn't expect is...

There are two sets of them...

2 pair of shoes...

2 clothes...

2 baby bottles...

And lastly...

2 ultrasound pictures; showing the twins resided in your womb.

Ran felt like he couldn't breath, he felt like dying. Not only he lost you, but he also lost his baby, two of them actually.

Ran sworn to himself that he will never forgive himself for ruining what the future holds for him. He wish that God could burn him in hell as long as possible to clean him off his sins, no matter how may years it takes. Just to enable him living his life with you and his 2 babies still alive by his side in another life.

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seeingivy · 8 months

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sick with sadness

actor eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting fic

content: mentions of depression/anxiety, getting taken advantage of, pure sadness NO happy in this chapter

an: I am alive. I am convinced I have some underlying chronic disease or illness going on with the way the past three weeks have gone, but I am alive. we are all going to close our eyes and read this chapter and then move on.

previous chapter

Eren’s tenth birthday is the first time he feels it.

He sits on the spiral staircase to watch the crowd roar on outside, well past the normal time he’d be asleep. He can feel the tiredness sitting in his eyes, the stuffy, starched suit his mom forced him to wear digging into his neck. There’s a mix of blue, green, and yellow confetti littered on the floor, a sticky grime to the usual pristine house his mom’s meticulousness affords - and he hates it.

From his vantage point, he can see every corner of the party, the expansive glass doors letting him catch every person laughing, enjoying, swinging to the beat of the music. Armin and Bertholdt are pouring salt into Historia and Annie’s drinks while they use the bathroom, Sasha and Jean are being way too aggressive with the pinata, and Mikasa’s braiding a little flower crown for a very smiley Marco.

His parents' friends, people whose movies he’s spent years watching when he grew up, studied when he was at the SHWA are on the right side of the lot, sparkling dresses getting ruined by the mud in the backyard and their expensive jewelry discarded on the tables.

And all Eren can do is watch. Whatever it is, the block in his chest, that’s stopping the breath from reaching his lungs - it’s gluing him down to the seat, making every part of his brain feel heavy and his arms feel loose.

If souls were real, his would be hundreds, thousands of miles away - detached from his real body.

He hears a loud pounding and turns his neck to find Ymir and Reiner poking the little aquarium to the left of the staircase. The fish he picked out with Zeke on his last birthday, the picture perfect day of quiet solitude, are frantically swimming around the tank.

He watches the two of them, their inquisitive eyes laughing as the fish duck around the tank after each respective smack. The lights flicker every time Ymir pounds her closed fist against the glass, the sound so loud that it smacks against the wall behind it.

And suddenly, the sound, that sound, is all too loud, so jarring that before he knows it there’s thick tears pouring out of his eyes and his voice is getting all tangled in his chest. He’s not sure how he got there, but suddenly he’s standing up, freed from the stairs, and yelling at the two of them.

“Stop smacking against the glass, Ymir! They don’t like that.”

Ymir looks over, a confused and almost bored look on her face. Reiner's eyes, he's so puzzled, only make his skin burn more. Reiner’s looking at him like there’s something wrong with him.

Is there something wrong with him?

“It’s just a fish, Eren. They don’t even care.” Ymir says, bending back over to focus her eyes on the glass.

“They do care! Every time you punch the glass they swim away because they’re scared.” Eren says, his chest heaving too hard, his mind not catching fast enough to stop it.

Reiner and Ymir shrug as they walk away, the two of them giving Eren pitchy awkward smiles as they each squeeze his shoulder once. And when they’re finally out of their vantage point, the tears are only hotter, faster, scalding hot as he stares at the fish in their little cave, instead of swimming freely in the tank.

The fish, long gone, are always what come back to Eren when the feeling returns.

When the sadness takes residence in his chest.

“Sorry…line?” Eren says, giving an awkward smile to the director as he turns his neck to the right.

The director, David Lance, rolls his eyes as he cuts filming on the scene, very aggressively calling for lunch. Eren feels his throat sink into his chest, the regret settling in regardless, as he watches him angrily storm off, the cast and the crew awkwardly shuffle behind him.

He should have spent longer memorizing his lines. Or at least reviewed them this morning. Eren shuffles his feet to the coffee cart as he starts apologizing to the cast and crew, who are all but kind to him about his performance. Truly, his only saving grace in the personal hell that he’s living in.

Deep down, Eren knew that whatever he worked on next, wod never compare to the work that he did on Attack on Titan. Getting to work with his biggest role models, all of the people he grew up with, the girl he was in love with right across the door from him - it was virtually impossible for anything to shape up.

He just didn’t realize it would be this fucking bleak on the other side.

The plot of Satellite Port is mediocre at best. Another cheesy astronaut movie, clearly trying to catapult off the success of the feature film that won best picture last year. A half-assed director - who can’t even fucking direct - and maybe the stupidest dialogue he’s ever seen in his life.

Eren’s a good actor. But even he can’t fix this.

And he’s had enough when he hears an irritated sigh behind him and turns around to find Gianna de Anola, his prissy co-star, glaring at him. An ice-cold supermodel, Gianna’s making her break onto the acting front, trying to fall in the footsteps of her world-famous triple threat mother.

“You know, maybe if you didn’t stay up jerking off, we’d actually be able to finish this movie on time.” she says, slouching down in her chair as her assistant brings her lunch to her side.

If Eren could, he’s strangle her assistant every time he walked over. And then her for good measure too.

“I wasn’t jerking off.” Eren mutters, grabbing his script from the table as he flips to the end of the pages. His lines are all highlighted and he can feel his frustration growing even deeper as he remembers he spent two hours doing this scene yesterday.

“You want to know something embarrassing, Eren?” Gianna says, twisting the straw in her soda can with her perfectly manicured fingers.

From the look on her face, Eren already knows. She’s going to say something that’s going to ruin his whole day.

“Please, Gianna. I’m dying of fucking curiosity over here.”

“You spend all your time watching your little pop-star girlfriend perform on her world tour. You wake up at the ass crack of dawn, sacrifice the movie you’re working on, probably text her good luck before every show of hers and I’ll give you twenty bucks she won’t even come to your premiere.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Eren drops his script on to his lap, his ears burning with irritation, at idiots like Gianna. The picture perfect image of nepotism.

Eren’s not trying to be hypocritical. He knows that his parents are famous actors, his brothers at the top of the industry, which sets him out to be a premier face in the industry. But Gianna is a whole different breed.

Because Eren’s trying. He- he has a reason for wanting to do this. There’s a difference between him and her.

There’s a part of him, deep down, that’s enthralled with the job he gets to do. That encourages, cherishes, deeply acknowledges that what he gets to do is a privilege.

Eren is making art. He gets to tell stories about people's lives and take every broken part of him and make it into something great. He can pour every negative, disgusting, boring, happy, ecstatic moment he’s ever had into a scene to make it something better.

Have someone watching his work at home feel seen, have their chest stir and their eyes water because someone out there feels the same thing he does. Make people feel nostalgic, excited, sad - to feel the feelings with him. To be with him from the beginning of the story till the end, to be excited about what he has to say and what he has to do.

Eren’s parents are famous. And by definition, so is he. But there’s a part of him, deep down, that wants to prove himself. Show that he has feelings, emotions, something to share with people that’s true, authentic - and not just because it was what he was meant to do.

And he knows that’s not the case here.

She’s a specific type. Part of the clear cut, mindless army of people with famous parents - living, thriving off what gets them attention next. It makes Eren sick, makes his stomach turn over in circles and circles until he’s churning with anger. So angry, so negative that it makes his skin itch like he’s covered in dirt.

He looks over at Gianna, a smirk pressed on her perfectly airbrushed face from the makeup team, and he can’t help but feel the burning in his chest sink lower and lower until it’s replaced with ice cold. A hollow wind, rustling through trees.

It’s because he knows Gianna is right. And that if an idiot like her can catch onto it, it won’t be fast until everyone else follows, until he’s the radio clown in the papers next week.

Because despite your best efforts, Eren knows deep down that she’s right.

You won’t be coming to his premiere. You’re above it.

Eren swirls the fizzy drink in his hand as he leans against the wall, eyes focused on every person and almost no one in the room at the same time. And he’s trying to push that feeling down, the block in his chest, as he tries to memorize all the faces here, everyone celebrating in front of him.

He’ll remember this moment as the sweetest one. When he can finally say goodbye to this godforsaken movie. He feels a smack on his shoulder and a sudden flash in his eyes, all his senses bombarded all of a sudden.

“TMZ! TMZ! TMZ!”

“Connie. Would it kill you to be quiet for maybe like five minutes?” Jean mutters, rolling his eyes as he shoves Connie to the side.

Eren finds Connie, Jean, Armin, and Marco in his periphery, the three of them smiling big at him. Connie and Jean have clearly already had too much to drink - from the way their ties are loosened against their necks and the pink tints on their cheeks.

And from the way they’re currently trying to wrestle each other at his wrap party.

“Do you ever think about that? Armin is literally like paparazzi with that fucking polaroid camera. He’s been a little bitch like that since he was fifteen.” Connie says, squishing Armin’s cheek, as Armin frantically tries to swat him off.

“Like you’re any better, Connie. You’ve been doing the same thing to Eren and Y/N since like the first day of filming.” Marco responds, taking the spot next to Eren, giving him a smile.

“See but. That was me helping a brother get it. I got so tired of seeing his little horny, wimpy eyes I just had to help him out.” Connie responds, snickering with Jean.

“Oh my god. Connie look, it’s that girl from Death Note.” Eren says, pointing in an ambiguous mention.

Connie’s so frazzled by the mere mention of her - and the alcohol in his system surely can’t help - that he’s dragging Jean to the other side of the room where Eren pointed, the two of them creating a mess of knocking things over as he leaves.

In another life, and probably in this one too, Eren thinks that Connie was raised in a barn.

Armin and Marco lean against the wall with Eren, the three of them staring across the room together now. After six months of pure torture - the most irritating director known to man, the biggest diva as his co-star, and the sweltering heat of Tampa, Florida - Eren’s finally been freed from the godforsaken Satellite Port movie.

The day he’s been looking forward to, since he started all this, is finally at his front door and he can’t be more than relieved. He gets to hear the ratings for the movie at the end of the party, celebrate with his friends, and finally see you after seven months.

And stick it to Gianna di Anola’s face that you still love him. Granted, she doesn’t know that you two are actually dating or that you even love each other - no one does besides your friends - but he can still have the satisfaction. Of imaging her stupid face pursed up in irritation at being wrong. That he has something she doesn’t.

“Can I say something you potentially might not like?” Armin says, tucking the polaroid he just took - the tops of Connie and Jean’s eyes and a very confused looking Eren in the back - into his coat as he leans back.

“Sure.” Eren responds.

“I really hate your co-star. She- she’s so annoying.” Armin responds, sighing.

Eren laughs as he pats Armin on the shoulder, amused that Armin thought something like that could offend him.

“Imagine working with her for six months.” Eren deadpans, eliciting laughs from both Armin and Marco.

The feeling - the overwhelming, all consuming wave of panic - is subsiding in his chest as Marco laughs at his side, the three of them nitpicking everyone in the room to pass the time. No one’s safe from the three of them - every stuck up friend of Gianna’s, the coattail hanging out of David’s outfit, and the godforsaken designer - they're not safe from the three of them

“David Lance has a stick up his ass and that’s what he used to write that dogshit script.” Eren says, his face hurting from smiling.

“And the best part? Gianna di Anola thinks the script is amazing because she can’t even read it.”

Armin, Marco, and Eren turn their heads to find Sukuna at their side, a devious smirk pressed onto his lips. They all laugh as Sukuna slides against the wall next to Eren, taking the glass from his hands, and downing the last of the liquid. He makes a weird face as he swallows, turning to Eren.

“Are you drinking apple cider?”

“I don’t like to drink.” Eren responds.

Sukuna gives him a polite nod before rolling his eyes, his glare focused toward the front door. Hyla Clarkson - the girl that Sukuna has publicly been feuding with for the past few months - just entered, pressing kisses to Gianna and her family.

All he knows is that if he tallied up every time Hyla and Sukuna argued and fought, she would win - by a longshot. Sukuna’s still blacklisted from getting hired by certain studios - a fact he only knows because he only ever took Satellite Port because Sukuna was supposed to be there with him. It was a rude surprise when he showed up and got left to fend for himself.

“So are you on again or off again?” Armin asks.

“On. But- I. I don’t know - they’ve got this way of sucking you in.” he responds.

“Wasn’t she dating that model last week? What’s his name again, something-” Marco starts.

“No. You know how tabloids are, they-they’re always on some shit.” Sukuna responds.

Eren puts a hand on Sukuna’s shoulder and squeezes, pushing even further.

“So did they photoshop that picture of them kissing or-?” Eren says, a teasing tone in his voice.

“She was just trying to piss me off, it-it’s all part of the chase. Plus, you should know of all people, Eren. You’re telling me everything that the tabloids write about Ricky and Y/N is true?”

Eren lets go, his throat dry at the mention of it. He can feel his knuckles turning white against the empty glass Sukuna handed back to him, Marco and Armin finishing off the conversation for him. Eren’s too busy seeing red to even pay attention, at the thought of Ricky James.

Eren's never met Ricky James. But he knows far too much. He’s read every Wikipedia page, scoured every tabloid, fan page, supporting comment, Reddit thread about him.

One of the worst parts of being famous? People can comment, theorize, and speculate about every aspect of your life. Even worse? That there’s a breadth of information to pit yourself against, to pinpoint all the perfections and none of the flaws for his self-imagined competition.

And Eren hates to think that way, to take the words of teenage girls and tabloid writers to heart, but there’s a small part of him that feels sick from the entire ordeal. Because everyone thinks Ricky James is better for you than him.

He’s a twenty year old singer-songwriter from a small town in New York, who's recently been breaking into the acting scene. Like you, he’s one of the few premiere actors who has pulled in the industry who doesn’t come from a famous family. And like you, he’s charming and mesmerizing - beloved by the people.

And ever since you both got cast in Little Women together - him as Laurie and you as Amy - and the press tours started all people can do is talk. And Eren, every self-preservationist thread of him gone - can only listen. Watch fans edit videos of you two being cute together for ten minutes, listen to podcasts where the two of you gush about each other's talents, see that Ricky was able to get time off in his schedule to go to your tour when Eren was stuck on Satellite Port.

It fills him with rage. And it makes him feel less than. And every time Eren tries to shut the voice in him down, to convince himself that it’s not true and that you’re still at your best, he comes out short. Granted, a personal affliction for negative thoughts is easier to shut out. To convince himself that he’s making it up. Seventy thousand people affirming his worst fears makes it harder.

“Wasn’t it their fault you got fired from the ensemble of Last Voyage? And Satellite Port?” Armin asks, remembering the tabloid blast from the past few months.

“Yeah, well not her but the people around her. Her dad especially - they have so much pull, it’s insane. And-and they play mind games and shit, I couldn’t even tell you the half of it. It’s-”

Right on cue, Hyla walks up to the four of them, a sickly sweet smile on her face. She’s wearing a long, willowing green gown and watches her stick her hand out for Sukuna. And Eren’s floored when he watches Sukuna purse his lip and give a polite excuse me as she whisks him away, leaving the three of them on the wall.

Armin gets pulled off the wall by Connie and Jean who have returned with Misa, who is apparently a really big fan of Armin’s. And by how pink Connie is, giggling like there’s no tomorrow, Eren knows it's better to stay away from him to avoid any chance of second hand embarrassment.

“I always miss this.” Marco says, a soft smile on his face.

“Connie being a dumbass?” Eren asks..

“I mean, not particularly that, but all of us being together. It feels weird to be so far away from everyone when we’re all doing things so different.” Marco responds.

Eren knows Marco far too well to be doing this.

“Quit trying to psychoanalyze me, Marco.” Eren asks, narrowing his eyes at him.

“That’s my job.”

Eren and Marco turn their necks to find Historia in a pale blue dress, a soft smile on her face. They both rush forward and immediately wrap their arms around her, both taking a second to press a kiss to her cheek.

“So what are we psychoanalyzing Eren about, Marco?” Historia asks, the two of them giving teasing smiles.

“Nothing. We’re not psychoanalyzing me about anything. I’m fine.”

“Y/N. Ricky James. Everyone being so far away, but her specifically.” Marco responds.

Historia pinches her mouth into a straight line, the look in her eyes making Eren feel like a scolded child. If it was a different person, Eren would feel pitied. By both of them. But he knows them both far too well to know they’re the few people in his arsenal who would fight for him.

“Ricky James. Huh? Seems like an asshole a little bit.” Historia states, swiping two ice cream cups off the tray. She hands the extra to Eren, leaning towards Marco as they share the other.

“You’re just saying that because you feel loyalty to me, Hisu. I’m sure he’s a nice guy and Y/N seems to like him.” Eren responds, his chest feeling like an anvil all of a sudden.

Historia frowns as she turns to his side, her eyebrows knit together in frustration.

“Yeah. I don’t like him because I feel loyalty to you, Eren. But I also don’t like him because he was friends with John.”

Marco and Eren both clear their throats and swallow hard at the mention, the regret sitting in Eren’s chest for even saying that in the first place. On instinct, Eren wraps his arm around Historia’s shoulder, Marco following suit as they both rest their heads against hers. She sighs at the touch, squeezing both of their shoulders in response.

Mentioning John is basically like saying the devils’ name for Historia. The music producer that she had been working with since she was seventeen and the one who all but pounced on her the second she turned eighteen. Eren thinks it’s disgusting that the same thing happened basicallly happened. Levi told him that he has forewarned him.

The two of them had made so many hit songs together, he’d basically helped Historia start her music career. When they got together that no one batted an eye. They were charming and celebrated - ignoring the fact that Historia was only nineteen and John was in his thirties. That Historia looked awkward and uncomfortable near him.

Everything came crashing down a year ago when Historia got dumped, for lack of a better word, on the side of the street and left to a swarm of paparazzi after an argument she had with him. Ymir and Sasha were the ones who got to her the fastest, ducking her into a car, and hiding her for the time being.

But in true Historia fashion, she was never one to be quiet. She wrote Dear John. Made art out of her pain, something Eren could only admire and love her for. Her effortless way of bouncing back, of jumping straight back into what hurt her for the sake of art was something only Eren could dream of possessing.

Something he envied when everything weighed so heavy on his mind.

“I’d kill him if he did anything like that to her.” Eren states.

“I’d help you.” Historia responds.

“Speaking of, I haven’t talked to her in a while. Is she taking breaks with the tour and movie and all?” Marco asks.

“She doesn’t take breaks. From the way she’s going, I don’t think she’ll stop till she gets what she wants. Which, you need that type of drive to do this. To get what she wants.”

Historia brings her hand up to Eren’s shoulder again, squeezing.

“Eren. When was the last time you talked to her?”

“It’s-it’s been a while with the time differences. When she’s not performing, she’s writing. And when she’s done writing, she’s practicing lines. There’s not really any time for that and I’m not going to be the one to pull her back when she’s in the zone and-”

“Eren. I’m sorry.” Historia says, her voice borderline pleading.

“It’s okay, it’s not a big deal-”

“Do you know how rare it is to have what you do? It’s insane that two people can even like each other at the same time but to be in love, so fully and unselfishly, you-you can’t let that get away from you.” Historia says, her eyes turning red and her voice getting louder as she goes on.

“Hisu. I-”

“We’re seeing her next week for the awards and your birthday. Just-just tell her, okay? I’ll kill you if you let something like this pass you by. Or I’ll haunt you from my grave if I’m dead.” Historia says.

“You sound like me.” Marco says, giving her a teasing smile.

“Shut up, Marco.” she responds.

Eren leans into their touch, their limbs all still tangled together, as he sighs into the air, trying to focus on the good. That they’re here with him, even if you can’t be. And that'll be you instead of them in a week.

It doesn’t work. The sadness still creeps in.

Eren closes out all the tabs of his laptop as he sees your picture flash against his screen, accompanied by his ringtone. He slides the video call open, the mere sight of you making his heart ache.

“Hi Eren.”

“Hi Y/N. Ready for your show?”

“Eh. Almost.”

Eren glares, narrowing his eyes at you as he waits for your laugh. You’re basically primed to perfection - your hair perfectly blown out, your sparkly silver dress pinned down, and your glittery makeup shining.

“Okay, okay. I’m ready, I just wanted to call you.”

Eren frowns, realizing that his shortcomings were so horrible, that they were enough to illicit a call from you when you were this busy.

“Because I’m a failure?”

“Eren. You’re not a failure. You-when have we ever cared what the Elms have said?”

The Elms officially released their gold standard review of Satellite Port last night. Eren wasn’t expecting much, knowing that this was far from his best work, but the review was scathing. And the articles that followed were even worse. He’d spent all morning reading them, his chest burning and his head becoming a solid rock weighing him down with every last word.

The worst thing that we see nowadays is a waste of talent. A true, self-actualized potential fall short. Our latest example? Attack on Titan star, Eren Jaeger. After garnering himself a total of three nominations the Institute last award season, it seems that the actor is on the come down. His work in Satellite Port was described as insanely mediocre, almost painful to watch knowing that this is the same boy who acted in the infamous Thank You scene - which garnered him his first Institute Award win. Eren is nominated for four awards at the Institute TV Awards next week - Best Actor in a Lead Role, Best Actor in a Drama Series, Best Scene, and Ensemble Cast - which will most likely be his last nominations ever with the work that he’s been putting out. We’ll see if Hange Zoe and Levi Ackerman can wrangle him in place for the last season of Attack on Titan and salvage his career.

“The things the Elms said about you and Armin back in the day were baseless. You- they just didn’t like you because of your parents. You’ve proved yourself over time and time again. I had all these things stacked up against me, there should have been no reason I failed and I did anyway.” Eren responds.

He watches you frown on the other side of the screen as you lean forward, your eyes washed over in concern. Eren immediately feels guilty for worrying you right before you’re about to perform, trying to save face as fast as possible.

“I’m just going to be upset about it today and I’ll be okay tomorrow, alright?” Eren asks.

“Just today, Eren. I’ll kill you otherwise, you little bitch.” you respond, giving him your best angry look.

Eren laughs at your profanities, which elicits a smile from you.

“You kiss your mom with that mouth, Y/N?”

“Mhm. And I kiss you with it too.”

“You’re so vulgar.”

“Wanna know something cool? Yesterday, when I was performing New Year’s Day at the start, the applause literally went on for n-”

“Nine minutes. And then they cheered your name for another ten after you walked off for your outfit change.” Eren responds, finishing your sentence.

“You watched?”

“Don’t be stupid. I watch you every time you perform. I like watching you - the faces you make when you’re singing your songs and smiling at people - it’s cute. Makes it easier when I miss you so much.”

He watches you sigh, your face contorting into a frown.

“I miss you too. I-I’m really excited to see you next week.”

“Me too.”

He watches you finish off your routine - as you clip on your earrings and fiddle with the ends of the hair as your team starts moving around you, pointing at their watches to indicate that you’re going to go on soon.

“Wanna know the stupidest thing about your tour, Y/N?”

“There’s stupid things on my tour?”

“Just the one.”

“Please enlighten me, wise one.”

“You sing New Year’s Day with a piano backtrack instead of playing the piano.”

“What’s the point of learning how to properly play the piano when you’ll always be there to do it for me?”

He feels his chest stirring at the words, even more when you blow him a kiss before hanging up to perform. His phone screen is left on your contact, the picture of the two of you making him smile.

He closes out all the tabs of the reviews, replacing them with the live stream of your show as he crawls back into his bed. And when he watches you wink at the camera right before you start singing New Year’s Day with your piano backtrack, he knows its for him.

“Ymir. This isn’t even half convincing.” Eren says, trying to swat her hands off his covered eyes.

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t even know what’s coming.” Ymir responds, pushing hard against his eyes as she swings him into the little foyer.

“It’s my birthday. Almost everyone we know is in town for the award show tomorrow. None of you guys have said happy birthday to me and now you’re inconspicuously leading me somewhere with my eyes covered. Oh, I’m dying of curiosity here, Ymir.”

“You’re no fun.” she responds, lifting her fingers off his eyes. He’s met with the sight of everyone popping confetti in his face at the same time, an excited amount of cheers filling up the air.

Mikasa and Armin reach him first, almost everyone wrangling them in his arms and smacking him on the back. Connie offers him his first legal shot as a twenty-one year old, which Levi confiscates in three seconds. Reiner rolls his eyes as he swings a sash around Eren’s neck, which elicits an insurmountable amount of laughter from everyone.

“Mother to be?” Eren asks, reading the sparkly cursive writing on the sash.

“They ran out of birthday sashes. And giving birth is basically adjacent to birthdays, so I figured it was the best one. It was either that or a quinceanera.” Reiner explains.

“A quinceanera is a real birthday dumbass.” Eren responds, shoving him to the side.

Everyone’s too overzealous and excited to hand him gifts because they’re immediately sitting him down, handing him packed boxes. Hange and Levi gift him an expensive watch, the pair of them pressing a kiss to his head, before retreating upstairs to their rooms, arms locked together and whispering in each other's ears as they go up.

Reiner and Bertholdt give him gag gifts first - which are just framed pictures of every time he’s flipped off paparazzi - before giving him his real gift, their annotated versions of the original Attack on Titan script.

Eren’s been a big fan of Reiner’s blocking notes since they were students together at the SHWA, because Reiner clearly has no conception of what the blocking notes are actually supposed to be. Instead of writing in his own staging spots and directions from the crew, he writes his own commentary on the script.

Eren flips to the marked page, the big reveal scene, and finds Reiner’s handwriting at the button.

Reiner: I’m the Armored and he’s the Colossal.

And underneath, Reiner’s inscription.

fuck.

He flips forward a few pages to find the Thank You Scene marked as well, his handwriting on the side.

Eren: I’ll wrap that scarf around you, as many times as you want.

And Bertholdt’s commentary.

yall fucking?

Eren snorts as he closes up the script, giving the two of them a smile, as Historia and Marco plant a gift in his lap next, skillfully packed in wrapping paper with his face on it.

“I’m not sure if I should ruin something so perfect. I just look so good here-”

“Eren. You’re a five on a good day.” Ymir responds, unbothered to look up from the game of soccer she was watching on the screen.

Eren frowns as he opens up the gift, a glass showcase filled with polaroids. The first is a framed picture, one of the first of the entire cast. Underneath, Historia’s handwriting is inscribed, loopy letters spelling out Long Live. Eren smiles as he sets it to the side, observing Marco's gift. A Maya Angelou poetry book.

Eren gives the group of them a smile as he scans his eyes around the room, noticing the only face missing. The only one he was looking forward to seeing. Marco grabs his hand and drags him up the staircase, as he whispers over his shoulder.

“She left a while ago to set up her gift for you. She should be in your room I think.”

Eren’s nearly sprinting up the staircase as he pushes open the door, a defeated sigh leaving his lips when he stumbles in. There’s a half wrapped gift on the bed next to you, where you’re face down and fast asleep. He can see that you’re still in your party clothes - the dress and birthday hat still stuck to your head - as you nearly drool onto his sheets.

“Nonsense, Eren. We’ll just wake her up, she was really excited to-”

“No.” Eren responds.

Marco swallows hard as he looks over at Eren, jaw half clenched and eyes narrowed down as he moves around him, shutting the door behind him. Eren carefully yanks the party hat and the shoes off your feet as he tucks you into the sheet properly, the tears burning his eyes.

He takes the halfpacked gift and note from the bed, shutting the light off, as he escapes into your room to open them. To take a second, to calm whatever burning, irritating sensation is ripping his chest right now.

The gift is a vinyl, the cover art is the same as the tattoos that you guys got together nearly two years ago. There’s a note inscribed on the front, your messy handwriting on the front.

Eren. Our music is the best music. Here’s to many more to come :D

He turns the vinyl over to find one song on each side - New Year’s Day on the front and Invisible String on the back. There’s a list of untitled listed underneath them, clearly meant to be future songs you and Eren write together.

And all Eren can feel is despair. The gross, disgusting feeling that sits in his chest and never goes away is going to drag you down too.

Isn’t it?

Nearly twenty four hours later and Eren’s standing on the other side of the red carpet, his palms sweaty and burning. He was supposed to walk out twenty minutes ago but his feet are glued to the foam, his throat dry.

It always comes at the worst times. His birthday party, when he saw Zeke at Christmas, when he met Ricky James at the cocktail hour and then Gianna right after.

Every little thing that’s been bothering Eren for the past day, the past few months is tumbling into this moment, where he’s staring at the red carpet and hearing the cameras flash behind the curtain but can’t summon his feet to move beyond them.

Eren’s embarrassed. He’s ashamed. He’s trying. He’s trying to swallow it, trying to move his feet, to get out there to stand next to you.

It’s humiliating.

He feels a tap on his shoulder to find Armin at his side, readjusting the collar against his neck as he gives him a smile.

“Hey.”

“Hi Min.”

“Can you do me a favor?”

Eren tilts his head to the side as Armin gives him a smile, before turning his face back towards the curtain.

“I hate walking on red carpets. But they’re easier when friends do them with me.” Armin responds.

Eren sighs, a third person now catching on to him, as he stares at his shoelaces, evenly knotted against his leather shoes.

Is he that obvious? It's like it's written on his forehead.

“So, Eren?”

“I-I don’t know if I can be a good friend right now, Armin. I think I should leave and-”

“You’re the only friend I need. Just come on, okay? No one’s going to talk about Satellite Port, especially if I’m with you. They’re just going to try and wrangle spoilers out of you for the next season.” Armin responds, holding his hand out.

Eren look down at his outstretched hand, blue eyes filled with such a vote of confidence that Eren agrees, stepping out into the flashing lights with Armin at his side, the two of them gaining a considerable amount of cheers as they walk out.

Eren walks down with Armin, snapping a few pictures, before stopping to talk to a few of the interviewers, letting Armin carry the bulk of the weight as his mind spins in thirty different directions. About where he’s standing, if he should leave, how he’s a fraud and everything in between.

Armin tugs him nearly all the way to the end as he pushes him into the auditorium, Eren’s chest heaving as he settles into his seat in between Hange and you, though your seat is still empty.

“Eren. You okay?”

Eren gives a halfhearted nod as Hange and Levi pinch their eyes in his direction, sharing a look, before leaning back in their chairs. Hange’s hand is squeezing his shoulder, which is all he tries to focus on as more people start piling in - cameras, lights, sounds getting brighter and brighter.

Eren feels a tap on his shoulder to find you at his side now, a big smile on your face.

“Oh my god. The interviewers out there were so fun.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I really liked them.”

He feels you pull for his hand, nestling it under the pleats of your dress, obscured from the public view, as you squeeze his hand three times. Eren tries to ignore the pounding, burning, twisting happening in his mind as he focuses on the announcer, giving his opening monologue. He’s clearly doing a bit of crowd work as he’s walking around, pointing and poking fun at the stars around him.

And Eren’s worst fear is self-actualized when he walks over to the two of you, his voice booming in his ears as the lights flash in his face. He can feel Hange’s grip on his shoulder tighten as he starts talking.

“Here we have an international pop-star, Y/N L/N. Originally a small town girl from Canada, her soft spoken love songs, phenomenal acting, and insane dance act have left no heart untouched.”

Eren looks over to find your cheeks pink, a big smile spread on your face. He can’t help but smile - thinking about you crying in your room after your first panels to be what you are now.

“And you. What’s your name again? It’s sweet they let fans sit with stars now.” the headliner asks him, eliciting a large amount of laughter from the crowd as he walks on.

Eren swallows hard, his eyes and throat burning as he sounds echoes in his ears.

It’s funny. It’s just a joke. It’s a joke because it’s funny that no one knows who he is. It’s funny because he’s no one compared to you and-

“I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom.” Eren says, standing up and walking out.

“Eren.”

He shakes your fingers off his wrist as he nearly springs out, loosening the tie around his throat and yanking the heavily starched collar around his neck. And it’s back. That sickening, sickening feeling in full flesh. The block in his chest, that’s stopping the breath from reaching his lungs - making his legs feel like lead, making every part of his brain feel heavy and his arms feel loose.

Eren reaches for the closest room, an open bar playing a video of the ceremonies as he settles onto the bench, head pressed against the concrete as he murmurs out for a glass of water.

Eren stays there - trying to feel the concrete cold against his forehead, his breath making his entire chest tremble, and his knuckles pressed white. He feels a hand on his shoulder, squeezing, and lifts his head expecting Hange.

Instead, he finds an older man - nearly in his fifties with gray hair smiling down at him.

“Eren. It’s nice to see you again.”

Eren lifts his head, trying to rack his fried brain from where he knows him.

“You know, Eren. We’ve been in the same room hundreds of times. Yet, we’ve barely talked for two minutes.”

“Ss-sorry. I don’t mean to-”

“You and I could be really helpful to each other.”

He slides over his card, the name gleaming back at him as the memory comes back. Years ago, at that panel, where he met him the first time. Scott Clarkson, the Stone Studios producer.

“If you want your reputation back, if you don’t want to be the butt of the joke anymore, if you want to be the one talked about next to her instead of Ricky James, you’d give the number a call. Instead of ripping it half on principle this time.”

Eren watches him slide off the bench, a smile pressed on his face, as he turns his face back to the screen, watching you accept the Best Actress in a Drama Series Role. He looks back down at the card, the silver shine reflecting on his face.

Eren tucks it into his pocket. And calls the next day.

It's the worst mistake he makes.

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okay request! aonung with fem metkayina

aonung takes notice that you have bloomed, from a shy reserved girl to slowly gaining confidence and coming out of your shell. he comes to find he isn't the only one that has taken notice, and gets slightly agitated when one of the popular hunters voices his interest during their return from a hunt one afternoon.

Aonung, not one to bite his tongue for long, says something to him. The other boy realises that aonung has a soft spot for you. To bring in some comedy, they both have a stare off before racing back to the village. Competing on who has the larger catch of fish, or who has the biggest fish.

They both stumble onto the sand, racing towards the village, the other boy getting ahead of anoung, in a rush aonung didnt see you, and you with him, as you were also rushing. You bump into each other, hard for you because of his strong chest, but it sends you both stumbling.

This sends the necklace you had just made go flying into the water and sinking. You were too shocked by being so close, he almost doesn't realise its you from frustration. But you quickly notice the necklace is not in your hand and give him a quick look, which he returns in shock. He is cut off from saying anything when you dive into the water out of view. Of course the other boy, just had to witness this and starts laughing with some others from afar, Roxto joins the crowd before assisting aonung.

Turns out the necklace you made was for aonung, but he would never know, because either you didnt find it, or you did and couldn't find the game to give it to him after that embarrassing encounter.

1st alternative if reader doesnt find the necklace, she speaks to tsireya about it,explaining it was important, she found the perfect shell and such to gift someone, tsireya tries to find out who but reader wont budge.

2nd alternative if reader does find the necklace she also speaks to tsireya about it, asking for advice on how she can gift it to someone who she might not have a chance with. Tsireya goes off naming boys, but suddenly comes to ask if its her brother. Tsireya could recall one day when you joined her group of friends for the first time, they started gossiping about boys, and you gotten quiet and kept focus on something else when aonungs name was brought up.

Idk about an ending and im sorry if its too long or not detailed enough. Or even a boring idea

Warnings: none 🤷‍♀️

AN: I hope you liked this , and this was what you were hoping for, tysm for requesting. sorry if there’s mistakes I’m writing this at 2 am in the morning 🧎‍♀️I’m tired asf. ❤️ ily tho

The necklace:

The village was alive and happy as they had been throwing a celebration for the hunters that had returned from their trip successfully and safely. The sound of drums pounding, woman singing, rattles shaking, and children’s laughter with the complimentary sound of the ocean in the background.

You stayed by the fire dancing in your own world, swaying your hips to the beat of the drums and humming along to the song. It was as if you were one with the music, letting yourself free from any problems. Unbeknownst to you, you had caught the eyes of a certain chief's son. Ao’nung.

He had been staring at you with hungry eyes from afar ever since he saw you get up and start dancing, the way your hips swayed to every beat, and how your hair gracefully blew against the wind. He was entranced by everything about you since you guys were younger. He had watched you grow from a shy little girl that was always too scared to talk to anyone into a young beautiful woman, finally out of your shell and not caring about the eyes around you. “(Y/N) is probably one of the most beautiful girls here, you know I’m thinking about asking to court her, treat her all night if you know what I mean ayeee”

The voice of another hunter nearby catching Ao’nung’s attention moving from you to land on Äenlu, even his name made the boy's blood boil. Ao’nung didn’t like the way he talked about you, talking about ‘treating you all night’ yeah right. No one was good enough for you…besides himself.

“You won’t get the chance to ask her, because I’m asking her first Äenlu” Ao’nung said staring at the other hunter, saying his name with as much venom he could muster up. This caught Äenlu off guard, making him realize he wasn’t the only one about to make a move on you. Both Metkayina boys stare at each other, looking as if they were about to pounce any second waiting for the other's next move. “Bro! Go grab the fish you had caught earlier and ask (Y/N) hurry! This is your chance” Rotxo nudges his friend with his elbow.

Immediately Ao’nung stands up and books it back to his hut, finding the biggest fish he and his father could catch ready to show it off and impress you. Äenlu doing the same shortly, as he had heard the boys advise. He wanted you badly to be his mate and just because Ao’nung was the son of the Olo’eyktan doesn’t mean he would go easy. Unfortunately, when they both came out of their family’s Marui they both noticed they had about the same size fish. Now, this was serious. Giving each other one last look they both ran back to where the celebration was being held, racing to see who could get to you first. They both stumbled in the sand nearly dropping the big fish in their hands.

For the people who didn’t know what was going on, they just looked like mad men running with fish, almost falling on their faces. It was quite embarrassing but they didn’t care. There was only one thing on their mind and that was you.

While all that chaos was going on, you stopped dancing and went back to where your friend Tsireya was. “Well~ are you gonna do it tonight? I think it’s the perfect moment!” She tells you with a teasing grin on her lips showing her dimples. Blush finds its way upon your face as you can’t help but smile back and nod. “I am. I even made him a necklace….do you think he’s gonna like it?”

You grabbed the necklace that was in your pouch and lift it to show Tsireya. It had taken you all night to put it together from weaving the string to diving for shells and pearls to make the beads, then having to shape them…it was a whole process but every moment was worth it as you made sure to have only good intentions while making it.

Tsireya’s eyes widen and stared at the necklace in awe, it was beautifully made and had taken much time. This made the girl curious as to who this boy was you were trying to confess to, you haven’t told her but only said it was someone you’d had your eye on for a while, as much as the girl wanted to pry and find out she knew not to push you and would wait for you to tell her yourself. “It’s incredible (Y/N)! Whoever this boy is, is very lucky!” She boasts and hugs you. She was happy that her friend mustered up the courage, she couldn’t wait to see you happy lily together with your future mate.

“Okay! Wish me luck…I’m gonna go find him!” You stated and took a deep breath in before bidding Tsireya goodbye and walking away. ‘Now where in the world could he be?’ You think to yourself and walk along the shore to get a better view of everyone.

‘hm…well he’s not dancing that’s for sure’ your eyes trailed over to the people that danced near the fire with their mates, hips swaying together in sync with bright happy smiles on their faces. You silently wish that to be you and him soon, you’re back against his chest with his hands on your hips getting lost in the tunes. The blush from earlier quickly finds its way back to your face along with a light fluttering feeling in your stomach.

Removing your gaze from the dancing you look in front of you and see the one person you had been looking for. Ao’nung. A smile finds its way on your face as you rush forward to the boy not realizing he was running towards your way. “Ao’nung?” You call out but it went unheard, you tried stopping yourself before you were about to crash into each other but it seemed like Eywa was not on your side today as your feet only slid in the sand sending you forward and knocking into Ao’nung…and down you both went, tumbling, you closed your eyes accepting your unfortunate fate, preparing to have a face full of sand. The fish and necklace in both your hands flew up and were tossed somewhere in the water.

When you opened your eyes, you look down and meet a familiar pair of aqua eyes staring back at you with shock, realizing who it was, your face soon held the same reaction. “(Y/N)?” He questioned with his eyebrows furrowed together.

Laughter begins to fill both of your ears pulling you guys out of shock and realizing a small crowd had begun to surround you two witnessing the whole thing. ‘Oh god how embarrassing…how am I supposed to give him the necklace now!?’ the thought wonders in your mind, you look to your hand and quickly sit up now sitting on his waist realizing it was gone.

‘No no no no’ you swing your head to look around the sand to see if it was anywhere, but there was nothing until you look to the water and see something shiny slowly sinking. Pushing all your weight into your hands you stand up and rush to dive into the water before it sinks to the bottom or before some fish swallowed it, the groan coming from Ao’nung completely goes unknown to you.

Rotxo runs over to his friend and helps him sit up while snickering to himself. “Well…you either made her flustered or she hates you-“ “Rotxo! Why would you say something like that?!” He cuts him off with a worried frown looking at this friend and then back to the water where you had dived in. “Bro! I’m just joking!!” Rotxo stops laughing as he sees how serious Ao’nung’s face was. He really liked her huh? This was the first time he’d seen Ao’nung so serious about a girl.

Eventually, everyone left back to the celebration, Äenlu decided to give you some time and would ask you later while Ao’nung and Rotxo went back to where they were chatting earlier, Rotxo was reassuring Ao’nung that you didn’t reject him, maybe you got scared? To be honest he didn’t know either and to him and everyone else it looked like you had rejected him but he wasn’t gonna say that to him.

After fighting with an ilu for the necklace you were able to get it finally after a game of tug of war and swam to the surface taking in a loud breath of air. You angrily stomped your way back to the shore and let out a tired sigh and sat down, feeling all the sand stick to your leg, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on your knees.

Well now your whole plan was ruined, how were you supposed to show your face in front of him now? He probably thinks you’re embarrassing or something. Oh, great mother, you messed up this time.

A groan of frustration slips past your lips as you throw your head back, gently dropping the necklace next to you. “(Y/N)?” Someone calls your name, already knowing who it was by the sound of their voice you don’t bother turning around and only send them a short hum in response. Tsireya frowns and sits next to you, the girl looks down at your hand and notices the necklace still with you. ‘uh oh what happened…?’

“…did you get the chance to give it to him?” She said quietly while folding herself in the same position while staring up at you from her knees. “not exactly…I messed it up ‘reya. I embarrassed myself in front of him and a couple of other people…and then I lost the necklace and had to fight with an ilu to get it back…oh Eywa it was such a mess….what do I do now?” Tears clouded your vision as you sniffle quickly wiping them away with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)….who is this boy anyways? I’m sure he doesn’t think differently! Everyone has their moments silly” she wraps one arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer into a side hug. “I’m embarrassed to even tell you who it is…..” you mutter under your breath while looking away.

“hmmm…is it Aìäkx?” Tsireya starts by listing the names of all the boys in the clan. You said nothing but shake your head no. “Yutxo?…. Poewn?…no!? Hmmm…. Suotue?….. Kutxä?!” Your eyes widen as you let out a loud gasp when she said the name. “Tsireya! He’s so much older than us! Why would it be him?” Kutxä was one of the younger warriors that was always by the Olo’eyktan’s side, about a few years younger than Tonowari. “I’m just joking~ he is pretty hot though you gotta admit that- that auntie is one lucky girl-“ she begins and both of you burst out laughing.

“Okay okay…..hmm is it Rotxo?” Tsireya continues, your face scrunches up in disgust. “He’s like a brother, that’s gross to think about”

“Sorry sorry, what about Äenlu? I’ve seen him looking at you a lot lately agree he’s cute! Is it him?!” You smile and shake your head no once again. You did notice Äenlu here and there but he just wasn’t the one for you, he was also kind of a player and you knew once you reject him he would most likely move on to another girl the next day, that’s just how he was.

“What?! I’ve named every boy in our village! unless you are going after an older man- which I’m not hating on at all…I don’t judge but I do think it’s a little risky-“

“Tsireya! It’s not anyone older!” You shout and bury your face in your hands from embarrassment. “the only other person I haven’t named is!-“ Tsireya pauses her words and finally realizes who it’s been the whole time. Now that Tsireya thinks back to a certain memory of when you and she and some other girls were all talking about their crushes, they had all gone around saying names but when it came to you, you glanced at Tsireya before telling them you didn’t like anyone…it all made sense to her now.

“(Y/N) do you like Ao’nung?” Tsireya made sure to pay close attention to you, watching how your tail started thumping against the sand behind you and how your ears twitched at her brother's name. “would you be mad if I said yes?….” you shyly asked her while looking up at her as if you were ashamed. “Of course not! You should’ve told me and I could’ve helped you out!” She exclaimed while sitting up pulling you with her and grabs the necklace beside you shoving it in your hands. “You have to go tell him now! You have no idea how long he’s had an eye on you!”

“Wait! Tsireya- I don’t know…I mean-“ before you could finish she was already pulling you towards the gathering, both of you making your way to Ao’nung where he sat with his back against a log talking with Rotxo and a couple of other people. “Tsireya- how about I just wait till tomorrow or maybe like next month?…” “no you are doing this now! you have been preparing for this forever, it’s now or never”

Now here you are with Tsireya standing in front of Ao’nung and his group of friends. The group stopped talking and had attention now on both of you. You look to Tsireya and shake your head no backing away but before you could she pushes you forward to Ao’nung and gives you a thumbs up. “Uhm….Ao’nung…” you start while looking down at your feet. It’s been a while since you felt this shy, you thought you had finally gotten over it but being in front of Ao’nung, his presence was intimidating as his eyes trail up and down your figure before reaching your eyes. “(Y/N), I’m sorry for earlier! I should’ve been watching where I was going earlier-“

“(Y/N)! I saw what happened earlier! I was actually gonna ask you if you wanted to “ Äenlu interrupted by pulling both of your hands in his but before he could finish his question Ao’nung swiftly gets up and picks you up in his arms with you letting out a squeak in surprise. Everyone watches as he runs with you away, they all stand in shock as it happened so fast. “That’s not even fair?! What the hell?” Äenlu shouts as Ao’nung and your figure gets smaller and smaller, he was about to chase after you but Rotxo and Tsireya held him back shaking their head no with a glare.

“Ao’nung?!” You ask as you stared wide eyes at the boy in front of you who had just carried you away somewhere. “Will you allow me to court you (Y/N)?” Ao’nung said getting straight to the point, staring down at you, waiting for any response, when you don’t say anything he started to get worried thinking he just made a fool of himself until he sees you pull something out from your hand. A necklace, a beautiful one at that….was this when you were gonna tell him you had made it for Äenlu-

“I was gonna ask you the same thing…I made you this necklace….when we bumped into each other it fell in the water…that’s why I dived in! I don’t want you to think I was being weird or anything!-“ Ao’nung’s tense shoulders instantly drop with a sigh of relief, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him.

“Oh thank Eywa- I thought you were gonna tell me you made it for someone else, it’s beautiful (Y/N)” a shy smile falls on your lips as you look down trying to hide the purple hue that crept its way onto your face. “So…you don’t think I’m weird?”

“I don’t think you’re weird at all don’t worry” Ao’nung smiled sweetly at you. You lift your head back up and hold the necklace to his face. “Well? You wanna put it on? Do you accept my courting gift?”

“How could I ever decline, love”

“Good. I had to fight an ilu to get this back for you..”

“You did what?!”

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