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JEALOUSY, Niko Omilana

(part two)

part one here –> jealousy, niko omilana (part one)

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summary: It has been weeks since you left his apartment, crying and devastated, desperate to know why he never came back to make this all right. You in your own mind, you felt like it was over since he wasn't coming into conclusion that he was in the wrong. You try to move on by going to an all influencers party, and that's when you're met face to face with Niko.

A/N: I had to write this twice because it was deleted TWICE. anyway sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations as my writing skills aren't in store since I havent written in a while 🫶🏻 (it was a little rushed bc of that reason, so you'll see some changes in the future just to make it better)

warnings: bad language? I think, slightly gets heated but no smut

You wipe your tears and walk up to Sharky's car with a wide grin on your face, opening the door and getting inside.

"So, how'd it go?" Sharky questions as he starts driving.

"It went great. I honestly just forgot that we had to postpone the entire hangout for another day." You come up with a lie smoothly.

Sharky seemed to be disappointed with the answer so he just nods. "Alright then, you're okay right?"

"Mhm. Thanks Sharks." You awkwardly say as you look out the window, observing the world passing by.

"Of course." He says dryly which makes you not wanna speak again, which you were thankful for.

You were trying so hard not to cry again, all you could think about was Niko. Whatever that had just happened up there, that was not like him.

He never treated you like that, and mostly, you never thought he would just let you go like that.

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* present *

"You have to go. It happens once a year and guess what? You we're invited. Which means you have to go otherwise you'd look like you're terrible without your boyfriend." You hear your best friend Aella ramble while you were doing some work on your laptop.

"Ex boyfriend. Don't ever mention him as my boyfriend." You correct her while your eyes never leave the screen.

"Right. You're ex boyfriend. You're fans will make a big fuss over you not going. It'll be obvious. And we don't like-"

" "And we don't like obvious". Yeah I heard this stupid phrase like 10 times this past hour. I get it. I still don't wanna go. " You cut her off, annoyed.

She shrugs her shoulders and grabs your hand aggressively. "What– Aella you have to let me finish this!" You exclaim angrily.

"No you don't. You've been auditioning on different shows for an hour. Can you just let go for once? Now that you're all famous it's your chance to shine and show that you aren't miserable from the break up." She grips both of your shoulders as she looks down at you since she's slightly taller than you.

"Alright. Fine. When is this stupid influencer get together?" You sigh loudly, pinching your nose between your fingers.

"It's in an hour."

"What?! You want me to go without no clothing options? I have nothing appropriate for this event–" Your rambling continues, but then, you realize Aella wasn't even standing infront of you which makes you pause.

"Where'd you disappear off to?"

When she comes back, in her hand, she has a black dress that had gold straps in the back, and it had a huge slit.

"Since when did you get this?" You slightly gasp at how expensive it looks. There was no way you'd wear this. It'd bring too much attention towards me. That's what you thought.

"Well, let's just say I already knew that I would know how to convince you last minute. So I bought this dress when you were asleep. Guessed your size." She shrugs at her last sentence.

"There is no way I'm wearing this. It's too revealing." You refuse and you walk back to your room to see what you had in your closet.

"I mean its a party. Thats how its supposed to be. And you wouldn't reuse the same dresses, would you?" Her voice trails off and she has a slight smirk on her face.

You knew there was absolutely nothing you could wear to this event, and you know there were going to be much more famous people than you. So If you wore anything from your closet, you would look too under dressed.

You sigh when you find absolutely nothing, and you turn around to look at the dress that was in Aella's hand. You anxiously bite the skin next to your nails and you nod.

A shaky sigh falls from your lips when she squeals and lunges forward to hug you.

"I will make sure you're having the best time of your life!" You nod anxiously at her words.

You probably thought you were going to regret this.

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Y/N Y/L/N

Liked by chunkz, ohnosharky, 178,013 others

Y/N Y/L/N: @aellasterlings girlfriend took this photo on our balcony! And a really fun fact for you, there was nothing in this wine glass because we were running late.

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aellasterlings: I think I have a crush on you.

^ Y/N Y/L/N: 💋💋

ohnosharky: gorgeous 🙏🏾🙏🏾

^ Y/N Y/L/N: thank you best friend ❤️

^ zqzxmark: I think he's trying to get with her 😭 also why is he talking to her? bro code?

^ kennyswife: just because Niko and y/n weren't seen together recently doesn't mean sharky and y/n's friendship is over and it doesnt mean hes trying to hit on her. Get over yourself.

^User021838: LOL. He just got friendzoned.

betasquadd34slover: she's going to the influencer get together and niko is aswell... omg.

^ y/ny/l/nsbiggestfan: @betasquadd34slover you do know it was never confirmed that they've broken up or fought?

^ betasquadd34slover: we haven't seen them together for WEEKS. it's safe to say they're done for. We all know they're always clingy together, but there's no content of them for literally quite a month.

y/nslover: If niko doesn't want her then I do !

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You both were running late, but there was nothing wrong with being fashionably late, right?

Your head was resting on your hand as you watch the world go by while you both drive to the location. Whenever silence was filled the room or any place you were in, your mind would always go back to him and his accusations.

"What are you thinking about there?" You were startled when you hear Aella's voice interrupt your thoughts.

"Hm? Nothing." She sends you a side glance to tell you that it wasn't worth lying to her because she already knew.

"Fine. You already know who I'm thinking about. No need for details. It's enough you're forcing me to come with you."

She ignores your last remark, "Who?" She asks as if she had no idea who you were talking about.

"Aella."

"What? I just wanna know the name." She says innocently, though you could catch the small smile on her face.

"Niko." You finally speak and you could feel a huge amount of wind leaving your chest, happy that you finally got his name out of your lips.

You hear her chuckle, "Already knew it. You can't just get over someone who you were clingy with. Its disgustingly cute." She scoffs but in a mocking manner.

You slap her shoulder playfully and you couldn't hide the wide grin on your face whenever someone mentioned Niko.

"Well I don't think him and I will ever be a thing again. He's a prick and doesn't care about me anymore." Your voice is barely audible when you speak, hurt that he hasn't reached out to you.

"You gotta be kidding me, y/n." She looks at you like you were an oblivious girl who had no idea what was going on in the real world. You furrow your eyebrows, confused.

"You are one oblivious girl." You hear her chuckle at her own statement. What did she mean by that?

"Me? Oblivious? He ended things–" You were about to continue your sentence, but you were cut off.

"You did, actually. Well he was wrong for what he did, but you're the one who ended things. And for your information, I am so sure he isn't over you. Like at all. Trust me, he wouldn't let his jealousy control over your relationship with him. He knows better than that." She corrects you, shrugging her shoulder as she makes a turn to find a place where we could park.

You felt like you were left dumbfounded by what she meant. How was she defending him? Aella was never really accepting of any of your ex's. She always defended you, even when you were in the wrong. This had to mean something.

"Come on, let's go." She mumbles and gives me a grin, opening the door as we both leave.

The cold air hit your skin once you left the car, feeling too exposed. You couldn't wait until this night was over.

You began walking to the entrance, but Aella grabs your hand before you walk off, "I got to tell you something, but promise me you won't get mad."

"That sentence alone just gets me mad."

"Just please!"

"Alright fine. I won't get mad."

"Niko and the rest are here." She mumbles all these words together, but you immediately understood what she was trying to say.

"And you didn't even bother to warn me?" You whine. This night couldn't get any worse. The dress, how cold it was, now you had to see Niko there?!

"I told you to not get mad. Also, I found out from your comment section before we left." She says with a small smile to convince you to forgive her.

You sigh deeply and nod, "Alright, whatever. Let's just get this over with."

She intertwines your arm with hers and you start walking but a guard stops the both of you. Before he could even say a thing, Aella shows him the emails. He immediately opens the curtains makes an entrance.

"He didn't even know us. He needs to humble himself." Aella immediately tries to cover your mouth because you were still close to the guard but you couldn't careless.

"Be respectful." She narrows her eyes at you.

When you went inside, immediately the warm air hits you. The least you could say is that you were shocked with the amount of people that were here. You didn't even know there was going to be loud music and partying.

"I already want to leave. I don't like this it's hurting my ears." As you're saying this, Aella pulls you into the crowd and you recognize some influencers, but didn't have time to greet them since Aella was pulling you too fast.

She stops you infront of a bar and gives you a look to indicate what she was trying to tell you. You immediately get the message and shake your head, "I don't drink." You say like it was obvious.

She rolls her eyes at you, "One margarita please."

You awkwardly shift from side to side while you wait for her to get her drink, already getting uncomfortable. You never liked big crowds or a place with too many people, you always felt like everybody was watching you.

And the only person who knew how anxious you'd get in parties like these, was Niko. He'd always wrap his long arms around your waist and give you sweet and comforting words that reassured you it was going to be alright, and the music and the rest of the people that would be around you would fade from your mind. You would just be focused on his sweet words and soothing voice.

The words like, "It'll be okay, baby," or, "Im here. I'll always be here." always made you feel fuzzy from the inside.

His touch would electrify every part of your nerve cells and the feeling of fear from being surrounded by people would fade away.

You were suddenly interrupted from your deep thoughts when you hear a familiar voice, "Hey girl, didn't know you'd be here tonight!"

You turn around to be met with Nella which results a huge smile appearing on your face, "Hey Nells! It was a last minute plan." You shout over the music and she hugs you tightly.

Your genuine smile was on, happy to see a familar face here, "You are so beautiful and outstanding! I love the slit." Nella compliments as she breaks off the hug.

"I could say the same thing to you!" You compliment back. She really was killing it.

"Do you wanna come sit with the rest? We really missed you! I don't want you to be all alone here." Your heart immediately drops and you politely shake your head.

"I'm actually here with my best friend, Aella." You point over to Aella who's back was only shown. She turns around and immediately her smile widens.

"Aella! I didn't know you were here! You both are really pretty girls." Nella compliments as she hugs her, Aella smiling at her welcoming techniques.

"Are you sure you guys don't want to sit with us over there–"

"Well the party just started a few minutes ago. We'll let lose and think about coming over!" Aella says and you could feel your heart beat becoming normal once again, happy that she covered it for you.

"Alright then, I'll see you both around!" You nod politely and immediately Aella begins drinking her margarita.

Knowing that Nella welcomed you like that with open arms means that Niko hadn't told anyone or even disclosed the fact that the both of you haven't been seeing each other at all. Nella wouldn't do this to you on purpose.

"This is going to be a really long night." Aella says.

"You're telling me?" You almost say a little too angrily, but she just shrugs.

"Guess you'll have to see him at some point." She says with a huge grin, and walks off to the crowd. You roll your eyes and follow her.

You were damned if you actually see him.

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You could feel your mind starting to fade away, all the thoughts you had earlier were vanished. Every little thing that made you worried about tonight, wasn't really there anymore. It was all replaced with happiness and joy.

Now you were in the crowd dancing along with the rhythm while Aella was behind you dancing aswell like there was no tomorrow.

"Enough drinking, you're stumbling everywhere already." You yell over the music and she nods while small giggles fall from her lips.

Confusion slips on me when you hear her laugh, "What? What is it?"

"Look behind you." She slurs a bit of her words, but you still understood the message.

You turn around, confused. You furrow your eyebrows as you try to look where she was looking, and your heart drops when you see Sharky waving and giving you a sign to go to him.

"Fuck. You have to come with me." You tell your best friend and you give her your pleading eyes.

"Not my buisness. Besides, this is just sharky. I don't see Niko there." She smiles.

"Fine. Give me the keys. I'm scared you'll lose them." You demand her and she listens without fighting.

"Have fun!" She sends one of her teasing grins and continues dancing.

"Whatever, Aella. I'll be right back." You shake your head, annoyed.

You push yourself through the crowd and now you were starting to feel your anxious state rising again. The music felt like it was puncturing your heart, and the people that surrounded you made you feel like you were close to being trapped. Once you've made it out of the crowd thankfully, a familiar face appears infront of you.

"y/n!" Sharky says and your smile was so wide it started to hurt, immediately engulfing him in a hug.

"Sharky! God i missed you so much." You say againist his black tee shirt. He wraps his arm around your waist and both your arms are around his neck.

You felt really safe knowing that your own best friend was here tonight. Your eyes are shut as you enjoy this hug, but it opens for a moment.

Your heart drops when you make eye-contact with Niko Omilana, who had his jaw clenched, and a distasteful look that he sent. He had some of the group talking to him, but he seemed to not be interested at all.

Instead, his eyes were on Sharky's every movement and on his arms that were laying your waist a little too comfortably. He finally disconnects the hug and leads you to the group, and you could feel your nerves building up by just how his eyes never leave, it was only focused on you.

It was the first time you've seen Niko since the day that you left his apartment, crying and devastated. The anger inside of you began bubbling once again.

"y/n!"

"I'm glad you made it!"

"That dress is super goals. I can't get over it." Nella says.

"Right. Looks like im stealing your gal for tonight. Sorry Niko." Chunkz jokingly says and you gulp, looking over at Niko for his reaction.

But he doesn't even acknowledge his remark, his eyes were too busy scanning every part of your body. You could pinpoint the hunger and the lust swarming in his eyes.

"Not blaming you at all." You hear sharky from your left say.

Niko glares at him, but he knew he couldn't say anything. You weren't his anymore. And that scared him more than he would admit. He couldn't get over that Sharky had his chance, yet he also couldn't get over the day he let you go just like that and made his jealousy control him. That wasn't like him at all.

You grin at everyone hyping you up, a little flattered, but everything felt a little awkward. You hoped the night would just go smoothly.

"Isn't this the part where Niko and y/n exchange bacteria with their mouths?" Aj genuinely asks and Chunkz nudges his shoulders as he laughs like there was no tomorrow.

"I'm not interested." Niko mumbles loud enough for only you to hear, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt humiliated as no one noticed what he said to you, but you knew he was trying to mess around. And it absolutely broke you.

You felt mad at how you once loved the man across of you, and now you both weren't a thing anymore. You hated standing across of him and not doing anything about it.

You wanted to do everything to him, kiss him, yell at him, flirt with him, and everything else that falls under the topic.

You hated how this night had to continue just like this. But you knew you had to deal with it.

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You were sat on a barstool as you didn't have any energy to dance or do anything since you hates crowds and loud music. Afterall, you came for your best friend.

You stand up for a little since you've been sitting for an hour and you move around while looking around. Something catches your eye and it was in instinct to look back, because it looked too familiar.

It was him.

Niko Omilana chatting with a stereotypical blonde, his boyish grin on sight, and one inch was left between their bodies. You could feel your body freeze. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

His eyes was intently observing her blue eyes as if if he took his eyes off of her, she would vanish from the face of the earth. You could feel the exact same feeling that you had felt the day you ended things with him.

You couldn't even get over him. You knew you had to, but it was so difficult. Especially that in your eyes you saw that he had moved on already.

Wasn't I good looking enough for him? Or wasn't my personality in his theme? Did he ever love me? Did this relationship even mean something to him? Did he even care at all?! All of these thoughts ran in your head that you didn't even notice the tear that went down your cheek.

He was laughing so hard he almost couldn't breathe. He's laughing with her. Did I ever have the same effect on him the same way she had an effect on him?

He looks around as he's laughing but it quickly disappears when the same pair of brown eyes that you've grown to love, was staring right back at yours.

He didn't seem to look shocked that you were here observing the entire interaction. Infact, he looked like he already knew that you were watching. He wanted to make you feel miserable.

You were completely wrong about assuming that he might've wanted time to come into conclusion that he was wrong. You felt stupid for always assuming the best.

You felt like you were close to falling apart and right infront of him, so you turn around and mutter an, 'excuse me' to two couples that were making out infront of you. You wanted him to run after you and give you his comforting kisses that he'd give you all around your neck and your face. You wanted the same words that exactly had a huge effect on you like, 'It's all going to be alright, baby.' or, 'It's okay, im here.'

But he didn't care, did he?

As you're pushing yourself through the crowd you could feel hot tears streaming down your face and no one seemed to notice at all.

You finally spot the exit but before you actually leave, someone grabs your arm. Of course, it had to be the person that shattered your heart twice this month.

"Let go off my arm, Niko." You say sternly through gritted teeth and shake your hand off of his grip, exiting out of the party.

Your hands were covering your mouth to stop the sobs, but you just couldn't. Choked sobs were heard and sniffling as you make your way to the car.

"y/n–" He sounded desperate and scared , but that could just be you trying to make everything justified. What if he wanted to follow me to mock me again? What if he wasn't desperate?

You couldn't even tell anything by his voice anymore. You couldn't read him anymore.

You turn around hesitantly, "What do you want?" You voice sounded completely broken up by the way it wavered.

He's about to open his mouth, but was completely silenced when you spoke before he did.

"Do you wanna scoff at my face and disrespect me again?"

"No–"

"Or slam the door to my face?" Your voice wavers and that was it. You reached your breaking point.

"I–" He was cut off with the loud cries that was from you and you cover your face from how humiliated you felt.

"Please don't cry. I don't want you to cry." His voice is hushed like he was also about to start breaking down at any given moment. He cups your face with his large hand and you push it away, looking to the side.

"Why are you even here? You clearly didn't wanna speak to me that day." Your voice breaks and when you finally look at Niko, he had a layer of tears in his eyes.

His mouth is slightly opened but no words whatsoever forms on his mouth. "Don't hate me–" He finally breathes out, but his jaw tightens when he hears you interrupt him.

"Hate you? Niko– you aren't serious are you? I'm deeply affected from what you've done that day and you bring this word into the conversation? What the hell has gotten into you?" You're about to turn around when you hear a sentence that stops you in your tracks.

"I'm really sorry for accusing of such thing. I can't bear the thought of you leaving me. Please, i'm begging you to forgive me." His voice wavers and you could tell that he was trying to hold himself infront of you so you couldn't see him falling apart infront of you.

You stood there for a minute, trying to choose whether to leave or not, but you felt your body heat up when you feel a warm body behind you. Your breath catches when you feel the familar large hands wrap your waist, pulling your closer into his back. The sensation makes a sigh fall from your lips. His touch might've changed everything you were close to deciding.

"I'm sorry, for everything." He says in your ears. You know he didn't even mean it in a way, but it drove you crazy.

You turn around hesitantly, his hands still on youe waist. He clumsily pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and displays it infront of you.

* Forgive me? Ü *

That was what was written on the paper.

"You planned this beforehand?" You ask in shock. He nods genuinely with a worried look. You began laughing so hard, his lips mirrored yours and began laughing aswell.

He wipes the almost dried tears off your cheeks. His eyes were studying each part of your facial features, the way your eyes slightly close as you laugh, and how your cheeks turn into a faint red. God, how he missed it. How he missed you.

When your laughter dies down, there was a comforting silence that lingered in the air. He swallows nervously, and places the piece of paper back in his pocket. "Does that mean we're okay?"

You hum with a slight nod, distracted by how much you missed looking at his face. You noticed that he was staring at your face. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" You chuckle nervously. For some reason, you felt nervous just standing infront of him. You not even knowing it, he was aswell.

He clears his throat and shakes his head to get him off of the trance, "Nothing um– you're just very pretty. I miss looking at you."

Your lips are slightly parted at the compliment, taken aback by his sudden forwardness. You forgot how much Niko used to always compliment you.

"Come here." He sighs out and you comply without a discussion, his hands wrap around your waist gently and yours around his neck.

After a while, he disconnects the hug and the cold air was replaced with his warmth that fell on your body. You almost frowned at the loss of contact, but it was already made up when he cups your face gently and brings his lips to yours.

You sigh out, you almost forgot how good his warm lips felt good against yours. His hands tug on your hips and brings it closer to his body.

You bite his bottom lip playfully and a whine emits from his throat. He smiles and so do you.

He disconnects the kiss so he could hug you again, his arms that made you feel safe were now back, and you were never more happier. You lean more into him as you wanted any warmth.

"I miss you." He says after a few seconds of silence.

You chuckle, "I miss you too."

"Can we not do this again? It was torture." He whines.

"Are you serious? you're the one who started this. You're a man child." You narrow your eyes at him.

"No I did not. It wasn't me."

"Well it most definitely wasn't me–"

"Shush. Let me enjoy the presence of my girlfriend for a minute." You grin so widely your lips started to hurt. You took the advantage of enjoying his presence aswell and the silence that came along with it.

None of you had to say anything, you just both knew that you both loved each other and nothing would ever separate the both of you.

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bugsinshoes · 5 days

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ok so i just watched @fordtato and @hkthatgffan 's respective videos about their interview with THE alex hirsch and i wanna just say OH MY GOD like SERIOUSLY

im gonna put my thoughts under the cut so theres no spoilers if you havent seen it already (BUT GO WATCH THEM NOW PLEASE !!!) + its gonna be LONG so BEAR WITH ME

ok, so i have MANY thoughts so sorry if none of this is coherent 😭 (this is not in chronological order of when the questions were asked, just me spewing out my totally normal thoughts about this interview so apologies for that)

starting off:

THE BABY IS SHERMIE?!?!?!? IM SO SO GLAD WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION WE CAN FINALLY LEAVE THIS TO REST !! I WAS RIGHT THOUGH SO HA !!! ACTUALLY SCREAMING !! TIMELINE BE DAMNED (also another thanks to hana, your timeline video is genuinely awesome. i never shut up about it. ever. any time i talk to my friends abt gf and i need to refer to the timeline i go: "IN HANA'S VIDEO-") anyways, i do understand it was a last minute decision on the writer's part of "oh. dipper and mabel need a grandfather, its not ford, and its sure as FUCK not gonna be stan sooo... third brother?" and i do understand alex being like, "oh, this is about ford and stan only having eachother" so i think making shermie younger was a GOOD THING? like, stan and ford had 18 years of just them so shermie wasnt in the picture, so stan and ford technically grew up on their own so ig it works? also, when stan got kicked out, he never got to see shermie grow up, probably only saw him at events when he had to pretend to be ford (post-1983) and as for ford himself, he was too busy in college and gravity falls to really visit the family so... it works! (despite everything)

that aside, lets talk about THE CRUMBS??? like i have some quotes here because i have a LOT to say:

"theyre both so damaged and they desperately need each other" - alex hirsch (talking about stan and ford)

LIKE SUIUHUSHUSH i HATE these brothers SO MUCH (LIES) i cant actually properly express my thoughts because WOW like its clear that they both have their own trauma and they NEED to address it but theyre both too STUBBORN to do so. theyve both been alone for 40ish years so of course they need each other. they grew up by the hip, so theres no surprise that they both need each other (whether they like it or not)

"[ford's] grateful for the forgiveness he thinks he doesnt deserve" -alex hirsch

ford thinks so lowly of himself at times it HURTS. like the lines in the journal about "only then would the freak return a hero" or about his guilt with bill and everything its just so important to his character im so glad we got so much ford content in this interview. like i am EATING ALL THIS UP RN

"[ford] has to always have a mission in front of him, because if he doesnt have a mission in front of him, hes thinking how have i treated people in my life?" - alex hirsch

ford distracting himself with things instead of facing his problems. probably something he had to do a lot, especially with his time in the multiverse. but it really hurts because i can imagine in the 60s, they never had any great coping mechanisms? so i can assume ford was just conditioned to distract himself from stuff so he never learned how to deal with things. and i KNOW in the journal hes like "i meditate!" and im sure that does help somewhat, but it doesnt address the issue itself soooo... sorry ford, but you cant just breathe your way out of everything

ALSO alex calling ford and fiddlefords falling out a "BREAKUP" (air quotes used) BUT A BREAKUP??? this is just adding fuel to my fiddauthor-infested brain rn. i CANT

and alex saying mcgucket is thinking like, "oh i gotta be a better partner" is HEART SHATTERING like the whole talk about fiddleford being "the building guy" who is kind of just there to make machines and please ford. its honestly so heartbreaking because fiddleford loves ford so much he'd leave his wife and child to go to absolute nowhere, oregon and the fact ford is too arrogant to see fiddlefords admiration and overall love for him its just IUIUAHHAS

and i do wanna say, i KNOW bill played a big part in this, by stroking fords ego and buttering him up with his kind words because he knew exactly what ford wanted to hear and that really affected how ford and fidds' relationship was like but THATS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER TIME. all i know is that ford isnt entirely to blame, but he still is a massive arrogant asshole and he wasnt the best person to fidds at times (love him tho <3)

but im actually so happy because this interview sheds SO much light onto FORD bcs we BARELY got to know him, and hearing it from MR HIRSCH HIMSELF is just so good because we KNOW its a reliable source because its coming from ALEX YK??? like he wrote ford so he probably knows "oh yeah, that man is guilt-ridden as FUCK" and im so glad we get some crumbs of this guy i cant get enough of him !!! (impatiently waiting for the book of bill)

ANNNDD THE TALK ABOUT MAYBE GETTING A SEA GRUNKS SPINOFF/MINISERIES??? I WOULD EXPLODE GENUINELY ANYTHING WITH MY FAVOURITE OLD MEN PLEASE !! i would genuinely love to see more of their dynamic and how everything is after weirdmaggeddon and like dealing with trauma and UGHHH i would kill for stan/ford content PLEASE

also...

hippie ford.

hippie. ford.

i am never getting over this (im internally SCREECHING)

ANYWAYS THAT WAS MY RANT ABT MY FAV THINGS FROM THE INTERVIEW THAT WAS A LOT GODDAMN

im genuinely so happy with all the questions that got answered, as well as getting some deeper insight into characters and stuff. IM NEVER GETTING OVER THE AMOUNT OF FIDDAUTHOR CRUMBS YOU GUYS

im gonna end this by saying another MASSIVE thank you to hana and hk !! you both put so much effort into your respective videos and it was super super cool !! this was totally worth the wait !!! :D

#yapping #gravity falls #god that was an amazing 2 hours of my life #time to rewatch them again and again until the book of bill releases #btw hana if youre seeing this i loved your puppets #they were very silly #also cant wait for that rob interview. super hyped

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year

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Comfort (smut is ok too)

I havent laughed like this in a long time

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Eddie munson

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thank you for your sweet request. had a lot of fun with this one. little ex-lovers to lovers again with rockstar!eddie ahead. warnings: mentions of alcohol and 18+, minors dni for p in v sex. || 2k words

You don’t mean to bump into your ex boyfriend at the bar. You’re meant to meet up with a date—someone your roommate, Robin, had set you up with. Said it was a friend from her undergrad program, that he was great and was a high school history teacher. Only he’s not here now, hasn’t shown up and it’s been well over an hour. Which is a shame, truly, because he sounded safe; vastly different from the man actually sitting before you now, twirling the ice round and around within his glass.

And it’s not that Eddie isn’t safe, it’s just that he’d gone off on tour nearly a year ago and it rocked the foundations of your relationship to the core. He asked you to come. Through teary goodbyes as he climbed onto the tour bus all those months ago, he asked you once more. Begged for you to come, to embark on this new journey, to be there. But you were studying, working on your graduate degree, and he understood. He’s always understood, and though it pained him he climbed on that bus all the same and told you you’d make it work.

For a bit…it did.

You enjoyed the random flowers he’d have sent to your apartment, the gifts that would arrive at your doorstep on your birthday and other holidays, the phone sex when the guys had long gone to bed for the night.

But eventually, all things change.

Phone conversations became sparse, conversation heavy and limited, spoken through whatever crappy phone booth he could come across on the road. You reminded yourself on those hard days that he always promised nothing would change, that time and space couldn’t take away what the two of you shared, but it changed you.

You suggested it one day. Taking time apart. You with tests coming up, him with the constant late nights. You weren’t connecting like you once did, you told him, and winced when you heard his shaky exhale on the other line. It breaks you to break him, because if there’s one thing Eddie Munson has always been, it’s giving. You could ask for the moon and he’d wrangle that and the stars for you. He’d do anything to make you smile, to see you happy, to let you know just how honestly and truly loved you were.

So he granted you that. Told you he loved you enough to let you go and hung up the phone on the receiver. It had been four months since that day. Four months of wondering what he’s doing, what he’s been up to. Four months of capturing his face in a magazine at a newsstand on your way home from work in the bustling streets of New York City. You bought them every time. Flipped through the colorful pages and traced the features you knew like the back of your hand, if only just to see him in some limited capacity.

It’s nothing like having him across from you now. There’s never been anything really to encompass the punch to your gut that’s an inevitability when those amber eyes dart your way.

“Can I sit here?” he asks, and he’s already sitting when you finally nod. “You alone?”

“I was supposed to be meeting up with someone.” He flinches at your honesty and nods. His dark hair dances along his black leather jacket, thumb running along his bottom lip as you continue eagerly, “What are you doing here?”

“Playing a concert tomorrow, as you know. We had the day off today.” He pauses at your frown. “You got the tickets I sent you, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you admit, remembering that they’re on the fridge back at your apartment. You’d been shocked when he sent them. Had meant to reach out…just hadn’t yet. “I’m going, if that’s what you’re wondering. With Robin.”

“Good.” He chuckles, mouth drawn into a smile that shows his dimples. “Your date is an ass, you know—for, uh, standing you up.”

You offer him a pleasant smile, twirling your own drink in front of you as you say, “I’m enjoying my company just fine.”

It’s as easy as breathing, the two of you falling back into conversation. You suppose that’s the nature of a friendship forged when you’re kids, and a romantic relationship that only came later. But you fall back into step like old friends and lovers, catching up on the months lost, of the guys in the band, your happenings in school, how Robin is doing. You talk about Hawkins and how Steve visited with the kids last weekend. And before long you’re walking back to your apartment, bubbles of excitement dancing in your belly at the prospect of spending more time with Eddie.

“You sure you want me to come back?” he asks, all boyish grins and fingers toying with a curl that he drags along his plush lips.

“It’s going to snow anyway. And my apartment is closer than your hotel,” you tell him, just as you drag him inside. “Robin’s out for the night anyway.”

You don’t intend to stay up most of the night talking. But you do, huddled together on your couch, giggling together until your sides ache and your cheeks hurt from grinning so much. Somewhere, in the midst of the movie you pop in and set to watch, a bowl of popcorn positioned in Eddie’s lap, the two of you drift off into sleep. Leather jacket pressed against your cheek, the tattoo of his heartbeat loud in your ears, the comfort of his familiarity calling you home.

In the morning, you’re both on your sides. The popcorn, now likely stale, sits on your coffee table. Eddie’s fingers press into the dip of your back, his thighs slotted between yours, his face just millimeters from your forehead. It feels normal, and there’s a feeling of right that stirs in your chest from just simply having him close to you like this.

“Hey,” he murmurs, eyes closed, head nuzzling into yours.

You don’t push away, don’t try to move. It feels nice, this nearness to him. Your fingers slide up and along his back, brushing against skin beneath his shirt. “Hi.”

You’re met with those eyes that could have you falling in love all over again. Then again, you don’t think you ever truly fell out. “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time,” he whispers, thumb coming up to run along your cheek gently.

At the slow drag of the digit back and forth along your jawline, your heart stutters. “Me neither, Eddie. Look—I’m really sorry for—”

His next words tumble out in a breathless rush, “Do you think you could give us another chance? I’m done with the tour in another month and then I’ll be home. Here. And I want to do it with you.”

It’s a beautiful dream; sounds like everything you could want and more. But the logistics, the reality of what that looks like. “Eddie…you’re in Hawkins when you’re not working, and I’m here in the city—”

“I’ll move in.”

You break out into a disbelieving laugh. “Did you just invite yourself to move into my apartment?”

“I’ll move in…if you let me. If you want me to,” he says slowly, looking you firmly in the eye. There’s a severity there you’re unused to on his features. “Look, it’s not going to be easy, and I know that. I should have been more supportive on the road last time, should have called you more. Fuck, there’s a lot of things I should have done, but I shouldn’t have let you go. I should have gotten on the next plane to New York and been here.”

You’ve both made mistakes. Endless ones. Too many to count. In your heart, you understand letting Eddie go—letting your love go—is one of the gravest.

“Your career skyrocketed—”

“Doesn’t matter. You were there for all my shitty shows with the five drunks in our crowd, and you were there when we played our first festival. You were there when we got signed with the record label. And I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”

It’s crazy; it sounds crazy, but it feels right and you’re blurting out your next words without thinking about it, choosing to try, choosing to believe, “I have three conditions for you moving in here.”

The hand brushing your cheek stops. “I’m listening.”

“You kiss me every morning and night when you’re here.”

“Easy.” He leans down and nudges his nose against yours for emphasis. At the soft nod of your head, he leans down and captures your mouth with his, swallowing the hum that swells in the back of your throat.

You reluctantly pull away, teasing the line of his nose with your own. “You promise to separate your lights from your darks before throwing them in the wash.”

He smirks, huffing out a laugh. “Babe, I’ll even do the dishes.”

“Tempting,” you tease, sliding your hand around his back and dragging it across his abdomen. His stomach twitches under your touch, amber eyes liquefying as they glance down to where your skin brushes his.

“What’s the last one?” he asks, a pointer finger coming to tip your head up to look at him. He places another peck on your lips, maneuvering the two of you on the couch so you can shift over onto your back, one of his elbows resting beside your head to prop himself up.

Your fingers slide up and over his heart, resting over the place you’d broken some months ago now, the same place he was willing to open up to you and lay bare once more. “We will never ever break up again. It killed me the first time. Been my best friend since we were kids, Ed.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” His palm moves to lay over yours, forehead dropping to rest against yours. “Never again. Gonna make sure you know every day just how much you mean to me. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And you mean it. It’s never been something that stopped; it’s a certainty just as the sun rising each day is. “So how soon can you move in?”

“Well,” he hums, sliding a palm down your side, along the curve of your hip, around the bend of your knee that spreads to accommodate him between the cradle of your hips. “Seeing as we’re snowed in, we can practice now.”

Your kisses are slow and languid, as is the way you undress one another. Fingers coming to slide his jacket down his arms, to help drag the tee shirt beneath up and over his head until his wavy hair springs free. He slides your jeans down your thighs, making you giggle when he blows a raspberry into your abdomen after you kick your thong free from your ankle into a heap on the floor alongside the jeans and boxers he’s since removed. And it’s a honey sweet sigh as he flops over onto his back and you sink down onto him, relishing in the fullness of being with the man who holds your heart after four months without. It’s the soft build of your impending release, husky moans from the man beneath you, quiet moans spilling from your parted lips. It’s the ringed fingers helping you rock against him, his hips undulating beneath yours, driving you closer and closer to your tipping point, the rasp of his voice as he breathes out, “I—ah, fuck. Made for me, sweetheart.”

“Missed you, Ed. Missed this. Missed us.”

“That’s it. Take what you need. S’ gorgeous, baby.”

As you shatter around him, sated and spent, and drop down to rest against him, with his fingers trailing up and down your bare spine, you relish in the fresh start, a love to nurture.

And a few days later, you relish in the new home you start to build as you help him unpack and his things become one with your own.

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ariesbilly · 3 months

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years later when theyve moved far away from hawkins, have been together for a couple decades, married or something close to it, settled in their life, steve getting a call from nancy that her moms died, theres gonna be a funeral. doesnt formally invite steve but its heavily implied he's welcomed to come.

and of course steves gonna go. he's stayed close with nancy all these years and he knows she has jonathan and mike and holly and her own family to lean on but theyre friends so... not going doesnt even feel like an option

and its kind of just assumed billy will go with him back to hawkins, to the funeral as his plus one. because theres not a whole lot they dont do together and they certainly havent traveled without each other, so when billy tells him its a hard no on that one, steve doesnt get it.

steve still doesnt get it when billy gets an attitude whenever steve starts talking about how sad it is for nancy that she's lost her mom, how "at least karen went peacefully", when he keeps pushing how he wants billy to go with him and "fine you dont have to go to the funeral but just come to hawkins with me for a little getaway"

and its not until steves pushing for billy to go again, muttering about how hes an asshole under his breath when billys getting all pissy and steve says something along the lines of "i seem to recall a few rumors back in the day about you being real friendly with her so i dont understand this stick up your butt all of a sudden!"

its meant to be a joke, kind of. a little bitchy, a little teasing, but he definitely wasnt expecting for billy to go off like a bomb, laying out in black and white just exactly what was going on with him and karen back in the day. how its taken billy years and years of therapy to unpack all that shit and realize how fucking gross it was and how a grown adult woman was using him to fill some void in her marriage and how he was so desperate for someone to notice him, to like him, that he didnt think twice when the moms around town would fawn after him, a teenager. a kid. and when he thinks back on that time now it just leaves him feeling dirty so, no, he does not want to be around people mourning karen wheeler and what a great wife and mother she was. sorry for nancys loss or whatever but he's gonna pass.

and now that that particular secret has come to light, steve doesnt really feel like being there either. calls up nancy and makes up an excuse that he cant get any time out of work and he's so so sorry about it, but he'll try visiting hawkins when he can to make up for it.

the flight to indiana is already booked but steve calls up and changes it to any other place that he can, doesnt matter. adds on another ticket for billy. while everyone from hawkins is at the funeral theyre locked away in a hotel room forgetting about it all. billy healing in his own way.

#i think karen should die in season 5 so i can pop the biggest bottles actually #harringrove

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nevertheless-moving · 12 days

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stormlight au number 35 (help me i'm lost in the sauce)

Jasnah, Dalinar, and Renarin (surviving Kholin Radiants) travel from End of World all the way to right after Gavilar's death.

Vengeance pact still happens, but plays out very differently. We don't need absolutely every man in the kingdom to join the army, alright Elhokar? And we're making sure Dalinar is there to accept their surrender, actually win in reasonable time frame and 'conquer' them (no Alethi want to live out there anyway, and as long as they send gemhearts in tribute we won't enslave them. actually elhokar, your sister wanted to talk to you about slavery—).

Honestly, just an excuse for:

A) Adolin to have a breakdown that his entire family has been replaced by voidbringers, before eventually accepting with relief that they're still his family, they've just become voidbringers, but its ok because he loves them and will protect their increasingly heretical actions with his life. Hugs his glowing red and green eyed little brother a lot.

Adolin: do I — should I also learn to read?

Jasnah: do you want to?

Adolin: not really, no.

Renarin: to be honest, it's probably for the best if you just focus on being, well, a good Vorin Alethi. One of us probably should be, if we don't have a desolation as a distraction.

Adolin: ok! sure! I can do that. Also thought id mention that if possible, I would personally appreciate *not* having a desolation.

Jasnah: it may prove necessary.

Adolin: I know, i know. Just thought I'd put my feelings out there.

Dalinar: and we'll need you to produce Kholin heirs. Neither Renarin or Jasnah are likely to, and I'm not remarrying a younger woman.

Adolin: Sounds good!

B) Kholin family to have way too strong a reaction to this random darkeyed surgeon in training when they visit Kharbranth, scaring the absolute shit out of said darkeyed surgeon. Adolin walks into a wall when he sees Kaladin. He doesn't even know about the Radiant thing, it's just that

C) Kaladin dresses really hot in this au. Ok. I lied. this is actually the main reason for this au. It — there's a whole chain of events. I – don't look at me like that. The character development works, alright?

A lot of it boils down to distracting people from groping the female medical trainees.

He realizes that breathing in a certain way, while it makes you focus better and move faster, it also makes you more...present somehow? people pay attention to you, for better or worse. Some of the ladies teach him that there are different ways to channel people's focus on you, if they're looking anyway.

And apparently, for the first few years Kharbranth medical students, light and dark eyed alike, have basically no protections from wealthy patients or Lighteyed chief's of staff who are a bit too interested in teaching you to use your safehand, and its not like Kaladin can challenge them to a duel - he doesnt know how to fight, and it would get him and the person hes trying to protect kicked out of the program. So much for honorable lighteyes being real.

But I mean. If wearing some eyeliner, and a gemstone in your hair, if taking your right glove off first after an exam, conspicuously leaving the left on while talking, if bending over to pick his clipboard up in a certain way... if it gets people to not focus on his friends...

...one could probably get pretty angsty with this concept, ngl.

The Stormlight understanding and oaths come in time. There might also be some Radiant Disguise Superhero hijinks, havent fully decided but it's not really a major stretch from canon to say that Kharbranth struggles with violent crime. Also Kaladin gets to learn about institutional racism in school. It's great. I have a lot of Kaladin thoughts but so does everyone in this au so its ok.

Kholins visit Kharbranth:

Jasnah: you've been moping for days. Is your new fixation of the week not responding to your advances?

Adolin: I don't want to talk about it

Dalinar: son, you've clearly been in a mood—

Adolin: look, I'm not — the individual is not suitable for my station, alright? I'm not courting someone I could never actually marry, because that would be stupid.

Jasnah: while it would complicate matters, you know your brother and I have plans to alter the alethi codes around eye color, considering they're clearly a crude derivative of radiant mythologization

Dalinar: I thought we agreed that was low on the priority list

Jasnah: You said that uncle, Renarin most certainly did not agree, and his arguments are sound

Adolin: He's just some surgeon, alright! He's not just darkeyed, he's a darkeyed man. I said I'll get over it! I always do.

Dalinar: ah.

Jasnah: ...did you say surgeon?

Adolin: Yes? Why?

Dalinar: why does it —

Jasnah: how did you meet?

Adolin: He was — he was with this group of women at a winebar, and he was dressed like – but it turned out he just goes to protect them from - and it was so — why are you asking me about this?

Dalinar: Oh! A darkeyed surgeon. Protecting, you say? He sounds...honorable.

Jasnah: Very honorable.

Adolin: He is! He volunteers at this house for injured soldiers, and you wouldn't believe he'd never been to war, I mean his spear Katas — he's – it's like he was born for it —

Dalinar: He sounds like a fine young man. Perhaps you should bring him to meet us.

Adolin: I — while I appreciate that father, I really do, I thought I was the one who was supposed to well. I mean my role in...all of this is to produce heirs and look proper, right?

Jasnah: Hm. when you put it it that way...

Dalinar: I mean, Navani and I might be able to...

Jasnah: Don't be ridiculous. I'm perfectly capable of producing a child, should it prove absolutely necessary,

Adolin: Jasnah?

Jasnah: Provided the man you're courting is of worthy quality.

Adolin: We're not — I haven't been courting! I didn't think it was an option! I don't even know if he's interested! From what I can tell he has people throwing themselves at his feet all the time!

Jasnah: An abnormally honorable darkeyed surgeon, natural warrior, magnetically charismatic personality...yes that might make a worthwhile addition to the family.

Dalinar: I can write to Elhokar at once, recommend that he and Aseuden —

Jasnah: Uncle we've been over this — this is exactly the sort of thing that led to me insisting you come with me on this trip! If we cripple his ability to lead—

Adolin: Are we — are we moving into the discussing the future part of the evening, because I can go guard the door—

Dalinar: wait, when you say produce a child, you don't mean through soulcasting, right?

Jasnah: I don't see why I should answer that question.

Adolin: Yeah, i'm just going to go guard the door now

#stormlight archive #my au #stormlight au #nevertheless cosmere #stormlight au no 35 #adolin kholin #just to be clear adolin fully believes his family is voidbringers now he's just ride or die #they kept the time travel thing secret at first and then when he hysterically confronted them they explained kind of badly.#Dalinar: we're not—well technically we are the voidbringers. but that term is widely misunderstood!#and once Adolin was convinced they were still the same people he stopped asking religious questions

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justanothertiredstudent · 1 year

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Spoilers for Catching fire of the Hunger games series, if u havent watched it dont read.

Rewatching the 2nd hunger games film, Catching Fire for the first time in a years here r my thoughts chronologically, & I've got a lot to say about this one:

- They actually show Katniss's PTSD, flashbacks and nightmares.

- Gale being a "nice guy", christ hes a an sh*tty

- watching them back to back, they recast the cat!!!

- Snow is a fabulous villain.

- CINNA 🥰

- Caeser Flickerman's banger theme tune!

- The camera's interview is so awkward

- Effie deserved Katniss snapping at her on the train

- Peeta acknowledging that he cant hold her to wot they did to survive in the games! Peeta's already way above Gale. Peeta king 👑 of communication.

- just asking each other their favourite colour is adorable

- The Mockingjay!

- Peeta offering to talk to make it easier for Katniss

- Peeta giving Thresh & Rue's families some of their winnings. Katniss's speech about Rue is beautiful, I'm sobbing

- I love district 11, f*ck the peace keepers!! That poor old man! Haymitch: Who's going to protect them!?

- Haymitch knows better than anyone that you never escape the games.

- Jennifer Lawrence is fabulous

- Haymitch cares about them so much, we love him.

- Katniss barely holding it together on the victory tour. She looked so horrified at the little girl saying she would volunteer just like Katniss did.

- Caeser Flickerman has no right to be so iconic.

- Peeta is amazing! I love him and Katniss

- Does Effie have to say Mahogany in every film?

- Peetas disgust at the Capitol compared to what people in the districts are going through.

- I love the politics of catching fire

- Seneca decided to stop breathing - Plutarch

- F*CK GALE!!!! SHE DOESNT HAVE TO LOVE U ROMANTICALLY FOR BOTH OF U TO SAVE UR FAMILIES!!!!! Gale's right about rebelling, but he isnt even trying to understand her trauma.

- I love the anti corporal punishment, pro riots/rebellion, f*ck the police message of catching fire

- Peeta without question helping to save Gale cos he's not selfish

- Prim being a great nurse!

- I don't think Katniss has ever had any romantic feeling for Gale, he's just her best friend at most, a lot of the time he's barely that, she would've thrown herself in front of that whip if it was anyone she remotely cared about.

- The trauma of all the victors. Haymitcch is right they're not winners, they're survivors. Nobody ever wins.

- Effie actually kinda realizing the games arent the honour shes been indoctrinated to think they are.

- Katniss didnt ghetto say goodbye to Prim 😭

- Finnick & Maggs!!! We love them.

- Finnick Odair 🥰

- The Capitol is even more perfect in this one

- Johanna Mason is iconic and fabulous

- Wiress & Beetie r great

- Maggs is the sweetest

- Transition from Seneca Cranes hanging body to Caeser Flickerman's banging theme song!

- The Victor's interviews are very persuasive & interesting, they each show a lot about the characters

- Slay Johnnana!!! Make him pay for it

- The costumes in this one is a step up from the first.

- the fact she knows that Cinna is in danger for the Mockingjay dress

- Peter "We actually got married" Mellark, Peter "If it werent for the baby" Mellark

- All the Victor's holding hands in a show of unity

- CINNA 😭 (Jennifer Lawrence was amazing in this scene)

- The arena is beautiful

- finnick: oh Sh*t Katniss might actually love Peeta.

- THE FOG ,, MAGGS!! 😭😭

- Tick Tock The arenas a clock

- PEETA! JOHNANNA!

- bye bye district 12

I love this film, for me, it's my favourite in the series.

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neteyams-tanhii · 10 months

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It Reminds Me Of You // Oneshot

Y/n x Neteyam Sully : ONESHOT !!

THEMES: Fluff, friends, crushes

NA'VI WORDS : skxawngs - idiot/moron

DESCRIPTION; Y/n and Neteyam Sully have been friends since they were young, though a small, intimate moment is shared one morning that changes the trajectory of their friendship.

Length: 3k

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Authors note;

Hi!!! This is my first proper post here!! i hope yall like this, i havent written in years; so this was a nice little thing to do :)

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It's early morning in Pandora, the beautiful blue Pandoran sky bids you a good morning as you step outside; you wonder what the day has in store for me, adventure, happiness, love? You'll have to find out as you move on with my day. The sun is just rising through the break in the mountains, coating everything in a light orange hue. The crisp air quickly wakes me up as you take a deep inhale; the cool air makes my way into my lungs and slaps me awake entirely; a great morning wakeup. You look around the mist through the mountain range, the ground a little wet due to the temperature shifts from night to day. You look around the maruis to see who else has woken up at the break of dawn, and you see a few of the women and young children making breakfast and playing quietly as majority of the clan are still asleep.

Recently the clan has been getting back to life as we know it to be; trying to live life as normally as possible. Though as of late life in the omatikaya clan has become dull and glum, the mountains are wonderful, but it is not the same. The mountains are not as fulfilling as life on home tree; yet whoever the people are still feels like home. It's been six years since I've felt the comfort and warmth of home tree; it's bark and wood, it's fanning branches and leaves, nothing will ever replace that feeling or sense. This is a common feeling within everyone within the clan, we all have a longing for home tree, but have settled for the mountains as it is home wherever the rest of the clan is.

Though as I look around the mountain range surrounding the clan, I cannot help but reflect back no my old life in the Omatikayan Forrest, home; where we all played and tussled by the creek, where we would play underneath the the trees and plants, the tree of souls near by to explore and turn to for guidance. To see and hear happiness through everyone, a true sense of community and belonging. It is all lost, burnt to a crisp by sky demons during the war days. Not everything is gone though, one thing has remained the same, the only thing keeping me sane.

THIRD PERSON (neteyam and Lo'ak)

Neteyam was out on the hunt, the weight of his load bearing down on him. The sun has risen by this time, illuminating the Forrest that the brothers explore; it seems like only 2 minutes ago they had left the safety of the family marui. Yet, Neteyam had already caught enough to feed his family for the next two days; which does not surprise either of the brothers in one bit. "Neteyam the mighty hunter," Lo'ak mocks, looking lowly at his one and only catch; a small fish. "Don't worry little bro, let me give you this to carry, " Neteyam hands Lo'ak his biggest catch of the hunt, a nonchalant look on his face as Lo'ak reaches for the carcass. "Are you sure, it was your kill brother," Lo'ak throws the carcass over his left shoulder. "It is no problem, i would not have been able to kill it if you had not found it brother," Neteyam smiles softly, slapping him softly on the nape of his neck as he pretends to not notice the grin his brother is attempting to hide from view.

As the load was getting a bit hefty, the brothers decided to make their way back to their ikran. Along the way Neteyam finds some little treasures he would like his mother to weave into his next armband or into his braids the next time she does them. He quite likes these little treasures and beads, it's keeps Tuk entertained, as she tends to play and fiddle with his hair on occasion. Neteyam shoves these little beads into a pocket on his ikrans satchel as he and Lo'ak Mount their respective beats and begin the flight back to the mountains.

Lo'ak makes sure the massive carcass is tied on tightly to his ikran, as if he lost it he fears he will bear too much guilt. This kill will be able to feed at least three other families for two nights; which is a fair amount of food for a boy of Lo'aks age to bring back to the tribe. Once lo'ak is certain the carcass will not disappear in transit, he nods his head at Neteyam, a signal they can head to the mountains, to the clan to show what they managed to retrieve on the hunt.

- Y/n Pov - You went to the ikran resting place, though you were supposed to be on hunt with Neteyam and Lo'ak this morning, but it seems they have left you behind; definitely Neteyams doing. He always seems to leave you behind, does he think that you are not a good hunter? Or does he not enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his? Or perhaps he likes morning hints to be a brotherly bonding time? These thoughts run through my mind as you mount your ikran, you begin to realise that you do not know where to search for the brothers. A general area sure, but where would have the morning mist taken them, would they be near the carnage of home tree, or closer to the cliff faces by the ocean? You have been in the air for all of 10 minutes; when you hear the yips and hoots of your favrouite band of brothers.

"Y/n! what took you so long?" Lo'ak hollers your way. "You skxawngs didn't bother to wake me up!" you hollered back to Lo'ak, who put a hand up in defence, as a sign that he had no say in your waking hour.

Above cane the yips of none other than Neteyam, you hoot back in response, communicating without speaking; something the two of us have done since we were children.

"Neteyam! I needed to go hunting this morning, my family is out of food; you know this!" You hollered towards the accused, sending a glum look his way, "I apologise, y/n, you just looked to peaceful in a deep sleep, how could I disrupt such a thing?" Neteyam looked kindly your way, "Plus, I have more than enough food to give to you and your family, as an apology for not waking you," Neteyam glanced down at the carcasses, 'I suppose this will be a fit apology,' you think to yourself. You yip twice; letting Neteyam know that you are going to your special place. Neteyam understands, guiding himself and Lo'ak towards the clan whilst you go the opposing way towards your hideaway.

You look back as you see the two disappear into the horizon line, off into the high mountains; whilst you continue on your way. you look around and see the beauty of Pandora, its everlasting life with the greenery, other ikran in the sky, the sounds of your home surround you in comfort. You begin to think back to the stories that you have heard from Toruk Makto; how beautiful earth used to be, but how earth never could have been as beautiful and majestic as Pandora. You try your hardest to imagine Pandora without life, with horrid things called buildings and roads plastered everywhere, air that is too toxic to breathe and thick mist called fog blocking the view of the mountains. In where would there be quality of life in a place such as that? You get lost in your thoughts as you ikran flies to your special place.

You get drawn out of your thoughts as your ikran begins her descent; down to the lake. The lake is surrounded by magnificent flowers, plants as well as trees. Yet the lake has an ethereal feel to it, it is so secluded and so far away from Na'vi life, but so close to Eywa and the life she provides. There is just enough light mowing through the trees to sense the differences the sun follows through the day, allowing you to keep track of the time. You dismount your ikran, caressing her face as she turns to leave and explore this place herself. You put your hand on your woven bag as you find a rock that has just enough sun light, but allows you to rest your legs in the clear, lukewarm water of the lake.

In your bag you have packed materials to weave a new tops as well as some jewellery, which Tuk has been asking you to do for some time now. Kiri has been putting gems and stones into your bag for a few weeks; so to show my gratitude you've decided to make her a new necklace, a more decorative piece that can be worn on special occasions. You empty your bag on the rock you are sitting on and find yourself with a pile of blue, purple, green, orange and yellow stones, gems and other precious items. Purple is the colour that you correlate with Kiri; which leads you to the task at hand, sorting through the pile to find all of the purple items. As you begin to sort through the items, you sing part of my mothers songcord; passed down to you after she lost her life in the war. You have been adding new parts to her songcord; the end of her life ended when home tree collapsed.

You softly hum the melody of your mothers songcord, as you continue to sort the beads oblivious to Neteyams arrival. You have almost sorted all of the little purple treasures at this point, your soft humming blossomed into singing the final chorus and stanza of your mothers songcord; a tear rolls down your cheek as you recall her final moments. Your focus is on the song now, preserving any memory of her that you can within the melody. You come to a close, still in a haze, deep in thought about the messages within her songcord. You were drawn out of your trance like state when you feel three squeezes on your left bicep; a silent hello from the boy, whom decided to sit next to the pile of treasures, leaving a small distance between the two of you.

"Hey 'Teyam," you slowly turn to look at his sweet gaze, "hi y/n, is everything okay?' He looks back at you, worry paints his face. "Everything is fine; I promise." Your gaze turns back to sorting the little treasures by colour, purple has been completed so you decide turn my attention to the blue treasures in the pile. Neteyam picks up on this little task, and joins, deciding to sort through the yellow items in the pile, admiring every little treasure before placing them neatly into a pile next to his thighs. "why are we sorting these?" he turns his gaze to you as you continue sorting the blue items. "I want to make some jewellery for Tuk, Kiri and myself." you hum contently, slowly shifting your gaze to Neteyam, who has turned his focus back to the pile. "What colours are for Kiri and Tuk?" he examines a yellow item, but decides to put it by itself, separately away from the bigger pile of yellow items. "Purple is for Kiki, Tuk will get an amalgamation of all of the colours, and I think that I will take the blue for myself, maybe with some yellow accents." you look to my small pile of blue items, smiling silently as you begin to think of designs for your crafts. "Can you make me something with the yellow things?" Neteyam questions, his tail wavering nervously as he wiggles his toes in the lake beneath him. "Sure, what are you after? Want a new arm band?" You look to his arm, seeing the old arm band; Neteyam has worn this specific one on this bicep for the past 4 years now, it is beginning to look quite tattered, and the beads have begin to all look the same colour as one another. 'He is most definitely in need for a new one' you think to yourself

"That would be wonderful, y/n, I really appreciate it," He states as he continues to sort the items, "but I do have a request." You turn to look at him, your ears perk up, a request? You think, 'what would that request be?' your tail flicks in anticipation, "I found some things this morning that I would like to be woven into the arm band, if you don't mind." but before you could answer, Neteyam has already stood up, jogging in the direction of his ikran.

Neteyam has a very delicate eye, so whatever he presents to you, you are certain that they will be precious. Neteyam returns with a fistful of item, "here," Neteyam gestures for you to open your hand, "I found them all this morning, I was going to drop them at home but, I am now glad that I did not." He huffs as he gently transfers the items from his hand to yours. You examine all of the items that are in my palm, they are all so beautiful. One item catches your gaze, "Can I see this one a bit closer?" you ask Neteyam for permission to see a specific thing he collected; he looks down at you, "sure, do as you wish." He grunts as he sits down, the cold stone making contact with his warm skin. You examine the little stone, it's a beautiful yellow colouration; making you think of one of you favourite sights to see. "Teyam, can I steal this one?" You hold up the stone for him to see, his ears twitch and his face shows a slight expression of sadness, "I'll let you have it," he begun, making you happy to hear that you can use it, but question his terms, "but, you have to tell me why you like that one best." He wanted to know what drew you to choose the stone, so then he can look for more in the future. "Hm, I don't know, kinda reminds me of your eyes a little bit." You say without a thought, as it was true, the stone did make you think of his eyes. You saw this as giving Neteyam a harmless compliment, you often gave compliments to boost his self esteem, something that is seldom done in Na'vi culture.

Neteyams look falters for a second, as if he didn't hear you correctly when I spoke. "what did you say?" Neteyam scoffed back, unsure if he was amused or not, you simply stated "you heard me.." you trailed off at the end of your sentence, feeling a tad embarrassed by the whole situation you have put myself in. "It remind you, of my eyes, so you want to have it?" His lips begin to form an upturned smirk, as he begins to realise what you actually said. "Yeah and? Can I not have something that reminds me of you?" you begin to become annoyed, why weren't you allowed to have something that reminds you of a dear friend? what is so wrong about it? "Nothing, but then, can I have this stone?" Neteyam points to the stone in your hair.

"Why? Why do you wish to have it? You know I always put it in my hair!" you become confused by his request; as you have worn this specific stone in your hair for years, you are never seen without it. "It will remind me of you," he places his hand on your left cheek, rubbing his thumb ever so slightly, "as you want something to remind you of me. It is only fair I have something that reminds me of you." His gaze catches yours, his honey eyes catch the light of the sun through the trees; they are glowing.

"Whatever, do as you wish." you say in a relaxed manner, but you feel slight a heat creep up your face. You go to bat his hand from off of your face, but instead he insists that it is to stay.

"You know, I like you.." Neteyam looks down at you, his breath catching at the end of his sentence; awaiting a response. You look back at him, your head hurting with all of the thoughts that cross my your mind. "Huh?" Is the only sound that seems to escape your mouth. "I like you, more than a friend," Neteyam takes a sharp inhale, "I just thought I'd let you know, as I will be wearing your hair bead and everyone knows that it's yours.. so.. I thought I'd let you know that I like you.." Neteyams voice becomes quiet at the end of his sentence; was this the right thing to say in this moment?

You take a deep breath in trying to collect your thoughts, "you know," you pause and tilt your head up to meet his gaze, "I kinda like you too a little bit," you smile at him, his face contorts from worry to a soft happiness and calmness "but only a tiny little bit." you exaggerate, raising your hand and making a pinching motion, causing both of you to share a laugh.

"So what now?" Neteyam looks down at you, his gaze not shifting. "I'm not sure, but I like this." you look back up at him, you both knew that there was some sort of thing beyond friendship between you now; though you never knew the feeling was mutual until this point in time. You guess these things happen for a reason but we both know that nothing will ever replace this feeling or sense of home.

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Ominis Gaunt x m!reader

Summary - Request for “i dont send asks often but i havent seen desperate ominis?? nsfw or not idc. love your work!!”

Word Count - 1,454

Warnings - 18+ smut, mentions of blood

A/N - not super subby Omi but we'll get there someday

You and Ominis had been close for a while, tiptoeing the line between friends and more. Often you would find yourself tangled up in the Slytherin common room, enjoying each other's warmth and taking a nap. Propping each other up in a boring class, fighting to keep your eyes open. Hands drawing gentle shapes on the other's knee while you try to focus on studying.

All of the interactions implied a heavy, unspoken connection between you. But neither of you wanted to break the spell and risk ruining the relationship by exploring it for what it was. When Ominis surveyed the expanse of your thigh he had to restrain himself from drawing his fingers further up. He was desperate to know if your cock was aching as badly as his way and he was so close to finding out. He just had to drag his hand up a little higher.

When he would come back from a long day and find you posted up in your bed, he knew your arms awaited him as he crawled beside you to rest his head on your chest. He skillfully avoided crawling between your legs for fear of what he might find or not find. He could hear your heartbeat, but it seemed so calm he had no reason to suspect you were holding in as much tension as he was. As the end of your seventh year was nearing, Ominis didn't want to hide anymore. He needed to know if you yearned for him in the ways he did for you and he needed to accept what you had together only meant so much if you didn't.

He invited you to the dorms while everyone else would be in the great hall having dinner. He was feeling nervous and kept obsessively adjusting his tie or running a hand over his hair to ensure it was perfect. He had shed his robes and had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Selfishly he wanted as few layers as possible between the two of you if things went the way he wanted them to.

He jumped slightly when you opened up the door, joining him where he sat on his bed. You took his lead, hanging your robe on a bedpost before slapping a hand onto his thigh.

"Hey, is everything alright?" You looked at him earnestly, concerned with how unlike him it was to request such a private meeting with you. He had to fight a groan at your contact, willing your eyes to stay on his face so you didn't notice the growing bulge in his pants. He looked over at you with a sigh, determined to keep his eyes on you. He couldn't read your expressions, but he needed you to see his; to understand his feelings.

"I wanted to speak with you because I...well I wanted to know what this is." He gestured to your contact with his leg. "It's not exactly what the other boys are doing together. Certainly, nothing I would dream of doing with Sebastian, being so close that we could snog."

He turned his body towards you, swallowing his pride when your hand slipped across his groin, now grasping his erection. He reaches out to find your shoulders and takes a firm hold of them.

"I need to know if you feel the same way. If every time we're wound around one another you're thinking about flipping me over to make me yours. You've never made a single move and I — I've been afraid, but I can't take it," he ended his sentence in a whine, grinding his teeth while thrusting his hips against your palm.

You spend just a few moments searching his face before taking a firm hold of his hard-on and crashing your lips into his hungrily. This pulls another moan out of him and you become obsessed, determined to hear more.

His arms wrap around you and you force his back to the bed, crawling over top of him. You replace your hand with your own hips, allowing him to feel your arousal.

You break the kiss to bring your lips below his ear, "Tell me how badly you need me, Ominis."

His hands claw at your back through your shirt, mouth open in ecstasy while you suck and bite at his neck. He yelps when your teeth puncture his sensitive skin.

"Please, Y/N. I've needed you for so long. I need you to ruin me. I need to cum," he begged. As much as you loved hearing his words, you didn't need to be told twice. You smirked against his neck, running your tongue over the gentle trickle of blood you left behind. He shuddered from the contact.

You leaned back to give yourself room to unfasten his buttons and pull his shirt aside, throwing his tie somewhere to worry about later on. You run your hands over the expanse of his pale chest, taking in how beautiful he looks beneath you.

His lips were swollen with the force of your kisses. Blood was smeared across his porcelain skin from the fresh, pink bite that marked him as yours. His nipples hardened from your touch and his back was arched as he tried to stay as close to you as possible.

You place a hand on his cheek. "I'm going to ruin you," your voice comes out in a growl as you rake your nails down his chest. You pop the button at the top of his pants and shift to slide them down his legs, underwear as all.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his leaking pink cock. You make quick work of your own clothes so that he isn't left alone for too long. You hover over the top of him and grip his ass, pulling him down the bed and forcing his knees into his chest. You run a finger down the length of his cock, over his sack, and down to his pulsing hole that was really the prize.

"What, you want me in here?" You fumble for your wand and place the tip of it inside of him to create a gush of lubrication. You take your fingers and rub teasingly around his entrance before you dive in with two fingers.

You watch as his eyes squeeze shut and his cock twitches from the contact. "More, please."

You curl your fingers, pumping them in and out before adding another.

"Like this, is this good enough?" You stroke your own length with your free hand as he squirms beneath you.

"No, ' want your cock, please Y/N," he reaches out desperately searching for your cock or thighs, anything so that he can feel you. You laugh at his flushed cheeks and pull your fingers out, running them over his sensitive thighs.

You rub the head of your cock against his hole, teasing him and forcing him to beg while you stroke the lube over yourself.

"Of course you do, you've always been a good boy for me, haven't you Ominis?" You lean down over him, running your fingers through his hair sweetly before you thrust yourself inside of him. Your groans mingle with his as you wrap your arms around his back to hold him close.

"You so tight just f'me aren't you? Letting me have your little virgin hole."

His mouth is hung open as shameless cries of your name spill from his lips. His chest and cheeks are flushed and his cock is throbbing between your bodies.

"Y-yes, I just wanted you Y/N..."

You begin a ruthless assault over any skin you can reach, licking and nipping to see the red color rise to his skin amidst all his other beauty marks. You pound into him relentlessly, breathing heavily to hold back your own orgasm. You're insistent on seeing him make such a mess with his cum without even needing you to touch his cock.

He starts panting and his nails dig into the skin of your back, "I — I can't, I'm gonna cum Y/N," he lets out a strangled cry and you feel the hot spurts against your chest as he stains you both.

"Fuck," you change your pace to chase your own orgasm and Ominis is holding back tears from the near overstimulation. He gasps when you finish inside of him, making a few extra thrusts to mix it up and make sure he knows it's there.

You lay against him limply, sticking together from sweat and his mess as you both try and catch your breath. You tilt your head up towards him, "Is that what you wanted pretty boy?" He just nods at you fervently, unable to find any more words. He pulls you down for a soft kiss and clings to you.

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