#race in tsa

[urmumhaha]

Afternoon. Bc if it was a good afternoon the kid who keeps condescending to me in my class would shut the fuck up. Smh

#thinkin thots #other list of crimes include but r not limited to #wishing Patrice lumumba had been executed in a quote cooler way #arguing that gone w the wind movie would’ve been forgivable if it was framed #w a Stockholm Syndrome thing idk haven’t seen it #arguing that colonized people want to be like their oppressors #thinking police violence is an issue of Solely power and has nothing to do w race #asking our prof if he got anally probed by tsa #and so on

[vampsywrites]

balance of life

synopsis: "if you don't yield, we won't hesitate to kill the tsa-hik." as quadritch and his men launch a ruthless attack on your village, your life hangs in the balance.

pairings: olo'eyktan! aged up! neteyam x tsahik! fem! reader

tags: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND DEATH, mentions of guns, blood, gunshot wounds, violence, war, neteyam going feral, ambiguous ending hehe, mother neytiri suffering (again)

☄️part 2 💫

"Mawey! My people! Mawey!" Your anguished plea echoes through the air, tainted with a tremor of unbridled fear.

Gasping, you find yourself shoved to the ground as the weight of a marine's boot presses upon your back, mercilessly crushing you. A bone-chilling sensation courses through you as his rifle hilt presses against the side of your skull, the threat it posed abundantly clear.

The air fills with haunting screams, a cacophony of agony and desperation, as your people struggle frantically to break free from their restraints.

Quadritch chuckles, moving his gaze to the forest before him. "I know you're there, Sully. You and your little soldier boys."

Jake takes in the situation, clicking his tongue as he pressed his back further against the solid trunk of a tree.

Clutching his rifle tightly, he curses under his breath. The crackle of his communication device interrupts the tense silence as Neteyam's voice comes in.

"Sir? What's wrong? We have them outnumbered and surrounded…Why aren't we initiating an attack?"

Jake hesitates for a moment, a palpable fear gripping his heart as he struggles to find the right words. With a shaky hand, he presses a button on his neck, activating his device. His voice quivering as he delivers the news, "They've got Y/N at gunpoint."

Neteyam chokes, feeling the air get knocked out his lungs, his entire body tensing, muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring. From afar, Neytiri meets his gaze, and he can see the worry etched on her face as her hands shake immensely around her bow.

"Oh, my sweet girl," she rasps, watery eyes peeking at you from behind a tree.

Neteyam's teeth grind together, his jaw clenched so tightly that it might as well break. Swiftly, he pushes through the green foliage, moving closer and closer until you were in his sights. His heart plummets, and a nauseating feeling spreads through him as he catches sight of you.

Tears mar your dirt-streaked face, mingling with the soil as a soldier forcefully presses your face deeper into the ground. His heart shatters as he catches fragments of the frantic prayers that escape your trembling lips.

In the midst of the chaos, Quadritch's voice slithers through the air, its lethargic slur accompanied by a thick, heavily accented drawl. "Let me make something abundantly clear," he enunciates, his words laced with malice, "If you don't yield, we won't hesitate to kill the Tsa-hìk."

In an instant, Neteyam's snarl tears through the air, his fangs bared in a primal display as his instincts roar, urging him to protect you at any cost. The soldiers swiftly pinpoint his location, their weapons trained upon him.

Unwavering, Neteyam prepares to draw his bow, poised to take action. However, before he can make any moves, a hand firmly seizes his shoulder, dragging him into safety just as a barrage of bullets whiz through the air. He finds himself taking cover beneath a fallen log, with Lo'ak gripping onto him tightly.

"Bro," Lo'ak seethes through clenched teeth, arms wound tight around Neteyam in a chokehold as he struggles to hold the raging male down, "Listen to me! If you make any hasty moves, you'll only end up getting yourself killed."

Neteyam's muscles strain against Lo'ak's grip, his chest heaving with a mix of anguish and fury as his eyes dart to the direction where you're held captive. Eventually, Lo'ak's words begin to sink in, and he reluctantly relents, slowly easing his struggling.

Gritting his teeth, Neteyam focuses on the situation at hand, his mind scrambled and racing. The weight of his helplessness settles upon him, but a fiery resolve ignites within his core. He locks eyes with his brother, an unspoken understanding exchanging between them.

"Lo'ak," he growls, "I need you to cover my right flank."

.

A muffled sob bubbles up your throat as the sky demon circles you, his monstrous gaze drinking in the sight of your fear-stricken figure.

"That boy's takin' his sweet time, ain't he?" The colonel chuckles, his boot nudging against your cheek, forcefully lifting your face up. A low, contemptuous whistle resonates from deep within his chest as he scrutinizes your features with an unsettling gaze. "Well, well, ain't you somethin' to behold? No wonder he went ahead and crowned you queen."

The colonel's sadistic chortle then drops abruptly, his smug expression contorting into a frown as the forest echoes with a thunderous war cry.

A surge of adrenaline courses through your veins, compelling you to lift your head defiantly, your eyes locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows. "Ma Neteyam!"

Neteyam moves through swiftly, drawing his bow back and knocking an arrow dead set into a soldier's skull. The RDA, caught off guard, attempt to mount a defense. Their weapons swing and shoot haphazardly, their strikes frantic. Neteyam growls, easily avoiding their feeble attacks.

With a low hiss, he strikes, his blade digging deep into a marine's skin, leaving behind jagged, gaping wounds that mar their flesh. In a blood-soaked frenzy, his vision narrows, focusing only on his enemies, while the world around him blurs into a backdrop of carnage.

More warriors surge forward, joining the relentless attack. Arrows streak through the air, finding their targets with deadly precision, striking down the soldiers that had once surrounded you.

In almost no time, the weight pressing onto your back eases as the marine holding you hostage falls lifelessly to the ground.

Without a moment's hesitation, you propelled yourself onward, stumbling amidst the grim aftermath, desperately seeking sanctuary and cover from the chaos.

You were in such a state of blind panic that you failed to notice the piarcing gaze fixed on your back. Quadritch watched as you moved along the edge of the fields, a wry grin spreading over his lips, "Hey there, pretty bird."

In a single, fluid motion, he raises his weapon and mercilessly opens fire, his shots striking and finding their mark in your chest, sending a searing pain coursing through your body. You stagger back, a choked scream slipping from your lips as you feel your legs giving in.

"Y/N!" Neytiri's piercing shriek fills the air, her desperate cry reaching your ears as she swiftly drops down beside you, enfolding you in her protective embrace.

The crackle of gunfire intensifies, another relentless barrage of bullets tearing through the battlefield. With nimble agility, she hauls you into her arms, racing towards the nearest cover.

As her back finds respite against the rough bark of a tree, Neytiri's attention immediately turn to your injuries. Panicked, she assesses the extent of your wounds, her hands becoming stained with your blood as she applies pressure.

"My sweet girl," Neytiri's voice trembles in despair, her words saturated with raw emotion. Tears stream down her face, mingling with the dirt and blood that now stains her skin.

Sobbing, your body goes limp in her arms, sending the woman into a frenzy. Her voice rises in a haunting wail, a soul-piercing cry that reverberates through the battlefield.

"No. No. Great Mother! No!" she beseeches the divine with all her being, as if her fervent cries alone could alter the cruel course of your fate.

In that heart-wrenching moment, a figure drops down beside her, and Neytiri turns to see Neteyam, shrouded in blood as his usually steady temperment crumbled.

"Oh, Ma'Eywa, Great Mother, please no," he falls to his knees, his arms reaching out for you as he frantically takes you into his embrace. You whimper and stir, your head spinning as it falls onto his chest.

"Yawne? Hey, syulang. Hey, it's me," he cradles you closer, his lips gently pressing against your temple as you heave and shake in his embrace. "Shh, shh. I'm here now, right by your side. I'm here. I won't let you go."

"Ma'Teyam," you rasp, your eyes fluttering as the abyss of sleep beckons. "I…I am so tired."

With quivering lips and a voice choked with grief, he whispers your name, his voice a fragile plea."No, no, you have to stay awake, yawne. You have to stay with me," he presses in a hoarse whisper, his words trembling with a vulnerability you rarely see.

"Please," Neteyam's tears drip onto your pale face, fingers trembling as they brush against your blood-stained skin, gliding across your flesh with an almost desperate tenderness, as if his touch alone could heal the wounds that mar your body.

The battle rages on around you, the chaotic sounds of war blending into muffled ringing. In this moment, time stands still, and the world around you fades into shadows.

"'Teyam…" Gasping for breath, you feel a final heave escape your body before everything is consumed by a blinding light.

07/16/23 — I am writing a part 2 due to popular demand 🙈 I have a taglist ready as well! So feel free to comment if you would like to be added!

☄️part 2 💫

#💫—vampsywrites #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fic #neteyam fanfiction #avatar neteyam #avatar #avatar x you #avatar x reader #avatar x na'vi reader #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x you #atwow neteyam #netyam sully #atwow #avatar the way of water

[agustdiv1ne]

⋆｡˚ ✈︎ 9:05 p.m. (m) — choi yeonjun

genre: nsfw so mdni, boyfriend!yeonjun, switch!yeonjun, plane sex 😵‍💫

wc: 1.6k

part 2

your left leg is shaking.

at the moment, you should be fast asleep, basking in the comfort (and astonishing amount of leg room) that a first class airline seat could provide. however, you remain wide awake, not an inkling of fatigue in sight. you have exhausted nearly all options of distraction, leaving you to pick at your nails and stare off into space, thoughts racing through your head at the speed of light.

and it's all your boyfriend’s fault — him, and his fucking tank top.

you would usually be fine — you have always adored yeonjun's fashion sense — but it isn't just a normal tank top; no, it clings to his lithe body, the dark fabric defining his pecs and accentuating his pretty little waist. the lack of sleeves only serve to make things worse for you, the well-developed muscles of his biceps flexing as he shifts his position in his seat next to you. you didn't even know he was wearing it until he took off his denim jacket to go through tsa. that was more than four hours ago, yet you still feel a little hot under the collar.

a deep, quiet groan meets your ears, a small sigh following moments after as yeonjun stretches, arching his back before slumping back against his seat. now awakened from his small nap, you notice from your peripherals how he focuses on your quaking leg, but you flinch anyway when his hand moves to squeeze the meat of your thigh. your leg stills. swiveling your head, you meet his lethargic gaze, a glint of concern shining through the fatigue.

“you okay, baby?” the words rumble from deep within his chest, voice drenched in molasses, slow and smooth and oh so sweet to your ears. the sound ignites a carnal fire in your stomach. your mind sings a siren song to give into your desires, to just do something about them, already. instead, you nod with a hushed hum, sending him a small, tight-lipped smile that you hope he can’t see through. he grins, surging forward to press a quick peck to your lips before settling down to busy himself with his phone. you sigh in relief as his hand removes itself from your thigh.

you feel as if you are about to implode as you scan the dim cabin, lights off so as to allow passengers to sleep through the long flight. the two people sitting across the aisle are doing just that, sound asleep, their heads leaned back against their seats. with another cursory glance around, you find that most people are sleeping; the only person who is awake around you is a businessman one row behind you, though he wears chunky headphones that you assume are noise canceling.

conflict brews within you. sure, you and yeonjun have talked about exploring exhibitionism, and both of you have voiced your inclination for it — but you're unsure if this is the right place to test out this shared desire. something about the close proximity of the other passengers is a little nerve-wracking, but in a way, the idea of ruining your boyfriend while surrounded by others causes adrenaline to race through your veins. even then, if yeonjun decides that he does not want to, then he could simply use your mutual safeword and all would be over.

making your decision, you slip your hand underneath the jacket on his lap and place it on top of his knee, squeezing lightly. he pauses for a moment, tilting his head, but ultimately goes back to his phone, likely playing some game. you remain in that same position for a few minutes, rubbing your thumb against the smooth skin. slowly, you trail your hand up further and further, stopping only once it rests against his sensitive inner thigh. pinky swiping back and forth, you feel him squirm away your touch, and you grip a little harder. yeonjun's soft lips part slightly, eyes round and wide as he peeks over at you.

“baby,” he whispers, trying not to whine as you glide your hand up a little more, dangerously close to his his hardening cock. he gasps when one of your fingers tickles the seam of his shorts, hands gripping the tanned leather of the armrests with whitened knuckles. “baby, what—”

“shhh, jjunie. be a good boy for me, yeah?” you coo, voice hushed as you lean closer, warm breath curling around his ear. 

he shivers, biting his lips as you palm his now fully erect dick over his clothes. you check in with him quietly, asking if this is alright, and he nods, sliding down his seat to allow you better access. you grin.

still hidden by the jacket on his lap, you shove your hand underneath the waistband of his shorts and boxers, curling your hand around him. he jumps in his seat at the sensation of you finally touching him where he needs you most, and you pause, shooting him a raised eyebrow before you look around. everyone is still asleep, or, at least, too preoccupied to notice what is transpiring just below their noses.

turning back to him, you whisper praises as you begin to pump his aching cock, thumb dipping into the slit of his head to spread the precum that's gathered there. your hand takes up a leisurely pace, slowly slicking up as he leaks even more precum. trailing your eyes up to his face, you find a beautiful sight: brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, and his bottom lip bitten to absolute hell to muffle his desperate pants. a little squeak eacapes him when you squeeze a bit harder, increasing your pace.

“quiet, baby, or do you wanna get caught?” you question with a challenging smirk. while he responds with a rapid shake of his head, you feel his cock twitch against your palm. you shake your head, movements growing more rapid, as mock dissapointment laces your tone. “don’t lie to me. i bet you’d love to have this whole plane watch as i touch you, hm? ‘m sure you’d love the attention.”

“n-no, only want your, your attention,” he stutters, breathing heavily through his nose. the muscles in his abdomen contract as you continue, squriming more in his seat. his face is now buried in his hands, his face splattered with fiery crimson that you can easily pick out despite the low light. his hips thrust up into your hand, the jacket that once protected his dignity now discarded on the floor. 

“aw, that’s sweet,” you say with a sharp grin. he arches his back further as you focus on his swollen, angry tip for a few seconds. “but i don’t believe you.”

faster, faster, faster, you can't find it in yourself to care as the wet sounds of you stroking him grow louder, mixing with the white noise of the plane. sweat lines his brow, head burrowed against the back of the seat as one hand claws at your arm. his arms are flexed, muscles straining against his skin. you think he's close to tears with how hard he's trying not to moan, biting into the flesh of his other palm. you drink him in with a hungry gaze; you want him — no, need him to cum for you, need to see him lose it with all these people around you.

“gonna cum, pretty boy?” you sigh into his ear, biting his lobe for a moment. he nods, whispering ‘yes’ and ‘please’ in rapid succession. “that’s it. cum for me, baby.”

you giggle softly as he registers your permission, his eyes widening, and without even checking for wandering eyes, you lean down to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

that does the trick. his cum spurts in hot ribbons into your mouth, the salty taste coating your tastebuds as you continue to pump him. suddenly, a hand is tangled into your hair, pushing your head down and thrusting up so that you take him further into your mouth, more and more until he's hitting the back of your throat. you inhale sharply in surprise, listening to him choke on the whimper he manages to keep in, swallowing his cum as he pulls you back up to his tip.

you stay there for a few seconds before you push yourself off of his lap, but the sight you are met with is a shocking one.

what you find are stern eyes and downturned lips. gone is the submissive, pliant jjunie from a few seconds ago. now, he's serious, fox-like eyes narrowed as he nearly leers over you. he's angry, you realize. the sudden change makes your head spin.

his fingers grip your chin like a vice as he brings his face closer to yours. you gulp. you're unsure where this switch in behavior stemmed from, but if the way your thighs clench together is anything to go by, you definitely welcome it.

“you like embarrassing me? ‘s it fun for you?” 

“n-no,” you stutter. you’ve lost, any semblance of control you had over this situation dissipating into the air as the seconds tick by.

the tables are turning, and you are unsure if you are ready for whatever he has planned.

“get the fuck up, and go to the bathroom. now.” 

you nod as you unbuckle your seatbelt, watching him tuck himself back into his shorts. standing on shaking legs, you obediently make your way down the aisle to the bathroom, the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend following behind you a hair-raising reminder of your impending fate.

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#txt smut #yeonjun smut #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #txt imagines #txt drabbles #txt timestamps #yeonjun drabbles #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #agust.nsfw #💌 — jjun

[outro-jo]

when skz says “no”

pairing: skz member x reader

type: scenario

warnings: none

request: yes

notes: requests are open but pls read info before requesting! also this is a formal apology to the seungmin stans. it’s so short but it was the last one i wrote and my brain was fried 😭

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bang chan- this vacation was much needed and highly anticipated. chris definitely needed a break but you were anxious for entirely different reasons. the ring hidden in your pocket was the whole reason why. well, that and your plans were almost foiled at every turn. at tsa they had you show them the ring and chris almost saw. you thought you lost it in your luggage when you finally arrived. the fancy dinner you plan was almost rained out as well. all of that and chris himself almost ruined the proposal as well… with his own. he turned to look at the sunset and when he turned back, you were on one knee. before you could even ask, chris gasped and went, “No!” as your face was dropping, chris reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a ring of his own. “i’m was going to ask you.” he said with a giggle. you got up to your seat, scooting it close to him. reaching up behind his neck, you scratched at the hair line and brought his forehead to yours. “i guess we’re just perfect for each other.”

lee know- when thinking about minho and your lives together, you knew it was a forever thing from early on in your relationship. the two of you talked fondly about marriage and possibly raising a family if your life allowed for it. with you two being together for years now, you were staring to think it was time for you two to move to the next step. the beauty of your relationship is that you and minho were equals. there was never any question about it or hard work it make it so. it was just something that happened naturally and just who minho was. when it came to the proposal you knew it had to be something low key and intimate. a big fancy proposal with flowers and at a special location just wasn’t either of your style. you decided that a movie night with the cats was the perfect time and place to do it. all night you felt the jitters, minho even commented on it a few times when you thought you were alone to catch your breath. the perfect moment had finally arrived and in the middle of the film you got down on one knee and asked the question. minho gave no sort of expression on his face. he just looked down at you in his usual deadpanned manner and pat the couch cushion next to him. “no, come sit back down. this is the best part.” you hesitantly obeyed, closing the ring box and returning it to your pocket. there was no way you were enjoying the rest of the movie the way your mind swirled. “he really doesn’t wanna marry me?” “should i have done something else to make it more special?” “does he want to break up.” though you were sitting still and quiet, minho could feel the way your mind raced and rolled his eyes. not at you of course, but you were always the impulsive and impatient one in he relationship. he reeled you in the way you needed. if you had waited just a little longer… but seeing how that wasn’t going to happen once the credits rolled, minho got up with an exasperated sigh. he knew he had to do this now or it was gonna eat you up. you sat in silence while he went to the back bedroom and returned with a black object in his hand. minho looked adorably annoyed as he got on one knee, his eyelids lazily drooped over his eyes. “fine, marry me.” he opened the box in his had to reveal the most stunning engagement ring. you gasped, watching it sparkle in the dim lighting. “minho, are you sure?!” “yes, i’m sure but you ruined the surprise i had for next week, pabo.” you laughed and tried to hide the embarrassment on your cheeks behind your hands. “you’re my pabo and i wouldn’t have our life be any other way than you moving too fast because you’re excited then i have to come behind you and do it right.” he told you, his face relaxing into what one could only describe as fondness for you. you nodded as the tears started to flow and he pulled you into his arms, sitting you on his knee for hugs and kisses. after a few seconds minho pulled away and said, “ok, gimme my ring.”

changbin- your boyfriend was old fashioned, traditional. he liked things a certain way whereas you were totally unconventional. admittedly, he loved that about you. it pushed him out of his comfort zone and challenged his way of thinking. you brought out the best in him. though some things were just sacred to him. changbin always expected to be the one to propose to you when the time came, but it never did and you were getting tired of waiting. you took matters in your own hands. the plan was in motion, taking him out to dinner, then a quiet boat ride on the han river. just as binnie was distracted by the fireworks going off over head you, got down on one knee. “binnie, will you—“ “no!” he got down on one knee in front of you. “marry me!” “you don’t even have a ring!” you protested. “yes, i do! i’ve had it since i met you! it’s in my closet!” he shot back. “then why haven’t you asked me to marry you?” “because…” he paused for a moment. “i was too afraid you’d say no.” he spoke in a soft voice, almost embarrassed for thinking the way he did. “but you’re the one that said ‘no’ to me.” you teased him gently. “well… that doesn’t count. you ambushed me.” “it’s called a surprise!”

hyunjin- paris was one of hyunjin’s favorite cities. you never really understand the “city of love” thing until you went there with your love. all the lights and beautiful blossoms on the trees, the incredible food and shopping, it all was so much better experiencing it with the love of your life. you were so swept up in the feeling, you couldn’t help but want to make the most of your time here. before you knew it, you were walking out of a jewelry shop with a ring for your boyfriend but no plan whatsoever. you had resigned to let paris work her magic and the moment will come when it was supposed to. it was a beautiful afternoon with you and hyunjin walking hand in hand, his camera around his neck to take shots as you went. walking along the river, the sun was just setting and hyunjin had to stop you because you looked so beautiful. “wait, baby, the light is perfect right now!” he held the film camera up to his eye, squinting to look through the view finder. he took two shots of different poses and before he could realize what was going on, you got down on your knee. the flash went off but hyunjin froze, his hands slowly lowering to reveal his jaw agape as he stared at you. “will you marry me, hyunjinnie?” you opened the box to reveal the ring. “no…” it was so faint, you weren’t sure you heard it right. “what?” you asked. hyunjin suddenly snapped back into reality, the weight of what he said hitting him. “no! no, i mean, no!” as if the word wasn’t already echoing in your head, hyunjin kept repeating it as he fumbled. “i can take a hint, babe.” you scoffed bitterly and went to stand. “wait, no! i— uggghh” he was growing more frustrated with himself. letting the camera fall, held by the strap around his neck, he dug into his pocket. “i mean, ‘no’ as in, ‘there’s no way i found someone so incredibly perfect for me’.” hyunjin held the ring out to you, beaming. your face lit up before you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing all over his face repeating “yes” over and over.

han- competitive. that’s one word everyone would use to describe your relationship with jisung. not in a bad way. it was very playful and usually lighthearted. the two of you joked about who would end up proposing first and mock fighting it was gonna be you while he insisted it would be him. this also resulted in a proposal from him that you just rolled your eyes at because you knew he was just doing it for the bit. when you finally decided enough was enough and you had to marry him, you put a lot of thought into how you would propose to him. the perfect day was planned and it was jisung to a t. by the time you were about to drop to a knee, jisung was completely oblivious but panicked the minute he turned and saw you. “NO! NO!” he fussed, dropping to his knee. “i was gonna ask you first.” “too bad.” you gave him a shit eating grin. “i won. now you have to marry me.” jisung couldn’t help but laugh at you. “fine, ok, but i also won and you’re my prize.”

felix- dating felix was nothing short of magical. even the harder times when you two were apart or struggling to communicate, you always felt this overwhelming love for him. it gave you hope in those times that it would always work out. your and felix’s relationship was unique in that neither of you fell into specific gender roles. felix always prefers to keep gender stereotype out of quite literally everything. it felt completely right with him. which is why it felt totally natural buying an engagement ring, especially so early on in your relationship. the saying, “you just know” couldn’t have been more true and you finally understood when you met felix. the ring lived in your sock drawer, lying in wait for the right time, which you knew was probably some time in the future. the universe had other plans. the ring stayed perfectly hidden for a year or so until felix had decided to take the relationship to the next step: moving in together. he very sweetly offered to help you pack and quite honestly, the ring had been in there so long that you often forgot about it. it wasn’t until felix was in the drawer and you walked in and heard, “oh, no…” that you froze. you panicked, “felix, baby, i can explain!” you didn’t have to, felix was already on his knee in front of you, holding your own ring towards you. he was teary eyed and grinning ear to ear. “i dunno why i didn’t think about this sooner. i guess you’re always one step ahead of me. you’ve always been smarter than me.” he chuckled. “but i want this. i want you. i promise i’ll get you a ring, too. just please… marry me.” silence hung in the air as he finished his proposal. you hesitated, “lix… is it too soon?” felix quickly stood, shaking his head as he took you in his arms. “of course not! i want forever to start as soon as possible with you. i love you so much!” he emphasized the last sentence. “then i guess it’s a yes.”

seungmin- seungmin was very particular about literally everything and it was your job as his partner to mess that up a bit, bring him out of his comfort zone. he had a love/hate relationship with your ‘job’. seungmin needed the house cold, you turned up the heat. seungmin folded his clothes a certain way, you found a better way to fold them. seungmin wanted an apartment out of the city, you found a block away from the dorms. every single idea or thought was challenged by you. so when you proposed to him and he said no, it didn’t faze you one bit. you still loved him just as much as you did before. it was only two weeks later when seungmin proposed to you over dinner, in his own way. sometimes you gotta let him win some.

i.n- in his defense, you shouldn’t have asked while he was in a game with felix. he just looked so beautiful. freshly showered, no makeup, his skin glowing after his skincare routine. jeongin was so stunning that in that moment, you couldn’t help but ask. “will you marry me?” the words just fell from your lips effortlessly. your boyfriend tucked a headphone behind his ear, half glancing down at you as he said, “what? oh, no thanks, baby,” before returning to his game.  you weren’t really serious but to hear ‘no’ still stung. having taken all your bruised ego can handle, you went back to your shared bedroom to nurse your wounds. it’s not like you and jeongin have been together for a few weeks or even months. it’s been years by now, but you both are still young and he has stay and stray kids to worry about. i guess it wasn’t good timing anyways. but you couldn’t help but wonder if he ever wanted to get married. the worry plagued your mind for weeks after and you felt yourself growing more distant. it wasn’t intentional but the small incident couldn’t help but have you insecure in yourself and your relationship. jeongin on the other hand didn’t really notice as his mind was a little preoccupied. he had a comeback and tour in the works and there was something he decided that he needed to do before he left. on the night before he left, he took you out to dinner at you favorite fancy restaurant. this was the restaurant where you spent birthdays and anniversaries. the restaurant where your parents met for the first time. this was a special place but you hardly paid attention. for the first time, jeongin could see the space between the two of you in the glossy look in your eyes. they stared at the utensil you fidgeted with in your hands. the fear of not asking you far outweighed you possibility of you saying no so he finally had to ask. rather than getting down on one knee (which you both had prior agreed was a weird tradition), he slid the little black box to you across the table. you rolled your eyes playfully and took it. “you didn’t have to get me anything.” you teased him. all the air in your lungs dissipated when you saw the ring glittering back at you. “jeong— wha—?” your words failed you. your boyfriend couldn’t hold back the biggest smile, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “i couldn’t go on tour without knowing i’d come back and you’d still be mine. i know i’ve done it before but i just need you so badly. i wanna spend forever with you. will you spend it with me?” needless to say, the two of you now had a funny proposal story to tell your family now.

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[venus-haze]

Love Is a Ring on the Telephone (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: When work calls you away from New York, Homelander can’t bear how much he misses you.

Note: Gender neutral reader and no descriptors are used. This fic is fluffy (and shorter than what I usually write) but still a little dark, and takes place vaguely during season 2. Inspired by Bruce Springsteen’s and Patti Smith’s versions of Because the Night (I actually got inspired for a few fics based on various lines in the song). Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Some possessive behavior and emotional manipulation (it’s Homelander). Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Homelander stared at the calendar taped to the wall in a desperate hope that he could somehow will time to race forward, and you’d be back home. He missed you terribly, spending the past few nights in your shoebox apartment he had yet to convince you to move out of. It was too cramped and loud for his liking, between your neighbors and the street noise, but he hadn’t realized how attached he’d become to it until you were gone. 

He went as far as pulling on one of your sweatshirts to sleep in, just because it still smelled like you. It was only day two of your five day business trip to a conference in Los Angeles, but each day without you felt like a week that dragged on endlessly. He’d been on bullshit missions from Vought that went longer, ones where he couldn’t even contact you until he returned, his insides shredded to bloody mush at the lingering anxiety that maybe in his absence, you found someone else.

From the moment he stepped into the disgustingly crowded airport with you, a melancholy swept over him. He offered to fly you to your hotel in LA himself, frustrated when you decided to do things the pedestrian way. At least his presence allowed you to skip the security line that stretched all the way back to the bag check as he graciously took selfies with each TSA agent. After all, you couldn’t be a threat if you were with The Homelander of all people. 

He would’ve gone with you, if it weren’t for the ‘Dawn of the Seven’ promotions that Ashley couldn’t get him out of. She nearly threw up while breaking the bad news to him, and he could hear her heart racing even as she practically sprinted down the hallway after he dismissed her. Reluctantly, he stayed behind while you went away, gritting his teeth through every interview and guest appearance. Having been paraded around plenty of Vought conferences himself, he knew damn well plenty of people used them as an excuse to get drunk and fuck around without their significant others’ knowledge.

He huffed, turning away from the calendar and practically rolling his eyes at himself. You’d proven time and time again that he could trust you, that you were the one for him. Still, his self-assurance did nothing to abate the sourness in his stomach, and suddenly, he’d pulled out his phone, ear pressed to the screen as the dial tone rang almost mockingly. He paced the kitchen floor, glancing at the clock on the wall. A little past one in the morning on the West Coast, but you wouldn’t mind if he woke you up.

“Baby? It’s late,” you yawned, the mundane noise making Homelander’s nerves settle slightly. “Is everything okay?”

He chewed his bottom lip, feeling like a schoolgirl calling her crush for the first time, almost instinctively reaching to play with a non-existent phone cord. There was neither pride nor shame when it came to you, only the affection and devotion that he’d spent his life longing for. Your presence soothed him, but your absence made his heart wrench in his chest. 

“Missed you,” he said softly.

“I miss you too. This conference is so boring. The people are weird, and I haven’t gotten a chance to see anything in LA.”

“What’s there to see? You’ve got a hot blond at home,” he said.

Your laughter made him feel indescribably lighter, even when it became muffled by your hand covering your mouth. 

“There aren’t palm trees in New York, smarty.”

“If you wanna see palm trees, I can think of at least five places I can take you that are nicer than LA.”

“I read that some palm trees grow in the Mediterranean, like Greece and Italy.”

“We’ll have to go one day to see, huh?”

You enthusiastically agreed, and he clung to your every word as you described your dream vacations in detail. He’d bring you everywhere, wrapped tightly in his arms from the moment he took off in New York until the two of you inevitably ended up in bed somewhere beautiful and secluded, where you could truly be alone together. 

He wondered what you’d think of moving out of the city, maybe to one of the smaller beach towns out on Long Island or somewhere more secluded in the Catskills. Either way, he’d have a commute for the first time in his life, but he could deal with a quick flight to Vought Tower if it meant waking up beside and coming home to you each day. After years of clamoring for the adoration of the masses, millions of people cheering his name and going into a frenzy in his presence paled in comparison to the sincerity in your voice and steady heartbeat whenever you told him that you loved him. 

Often, he felt like no one else knew what being in love was like, otherwise they wouldn’t make him go on asinine press tours or send you away to the opposite side of the country for a conference. Something so passionate and all-consuming as what he felt for you couldn’t be ruined by distance, and though he could listen to you talk on the phone all night, it wasn’t the same as being able to see and feel you. He’d grown far too accustomed to the warmth and gentleness of your touch, the way your eyes lit up for him and nobody else. 

A loud bang and the sound of drunk chatter outside your room interrupted your voice, and though no human could have heard the commotion so clearly, he could, and his lip curled in response. You immediately apologized, ranting about the people at the conference, most of whom you found uppity and unpleasant, finding networking with them at panels and meals more of a chore than an opportunity.

He looked at your refrigerator, colorful magnets holding up your handwritten lists and reminders, but his gaze was focused on the selfie of the two of you on your second date to the Bronx Zoo just a few months prior. You’d taken the time to get the photo printed and displayed in a spot that was domestic and sentimental, somewhere you and anyone else who entered your place could easily see. His hands suddenly felt cold in your physical absence, and a lump formed in his throat as he found himself on the verge of tears.

“If it’s such a drag, you should just leave early and come home.”

“Baby, you know I can’t—“

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised softly, the ‘from now on’ was unspoken, but from the way he could hear your breath faintly hitch over the phone, he knew you understood.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Will you come get me?”

“I’ll be there before you blink.”

“I’ll keep my eyes wide open for you.”

He smiled, letting out a soft chuckle at your words. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“That’s impossible.”

You were quiet for a moment. “Can’t I try?”

“You don’t need to try. Just being mine is enough, darling.”

Everything in his life had gone to shit so fast, but not you, never you. He’d raze cities to ash before letting you go, before possibly losing the warmth that enveloped him at the thought of you and how much you loved him. Even if he could bottle the feeling, inject it into his veins whenever he pleased, he wouldn’t, not when he had you by his side. He wasn’t sure if anyone could compare. As much as he wished he’d met you sooner, he supposed later was better than never.

You ended the phone call, your voice soft and melodic as you once again professed your love to him. He did the same before hanging up, hastily grabbing one of your sweaters from your closet. You’d always get cold while flying with him. He brought the knitwear to his nose, the scent of your fabric softener and a hint of your perfume almost making him dizzy. Wasting no more time, he left your apartment to make it to Los Angeles before you could fall back asleep.

He knew which hotel you were staying at and the room number, having texted it to him before you left. Of course, he’d memorized the details, and within half an hour was hovering outside of your eighth floor hotel room window, which you gladly opened for him. You were in your pajamas, your small suitcase packed on the bed.

“My hero!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him and pressing a playful kiss to his cheek.

Your lips on his skin made it feel like he was on fire, and he took your face in his ungloved hands, kissing you desperately as your sweater fell to the floor. Two days had suddenly transformed into a lifetime of longing and separation, and as he slipped his tongue into your open mouth, he did so with the intention of savoring you, getting as close to devouring you as he could. 

Squeezing his hips to steady yourself only encouraged him further, a groan rumbling from deep in his chest. Sometimes, you made it so hard for him to have any self-control, and in those moments he almost lamented his powers. His strength made your being with him inherently dangerous, yet despite the risks, you willingly sought out his embrace and intimacy.

“Always yours,” he muttered huskily against your lips. 

You looked at the sweater on the floor, smiling at the gesture. “Thanks.”

“Can’t have you catching pneumonia on the way home, can I?” he said as you pulled the sweater on.

You grabbed your suitcase off the bed, and he took it from you with ease, holding it in one hand, his other arm firmly around your waist. He’d flown you plenty of places before, and though you were no longer nervous like the first time he took you flying, he loved how you clung to him anyway.

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[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Seven: Paradise

The morning of your flight to Cabo you could not be more nervous. You’ve never been on a plane and decided to jump down the rabbit hole that is the internet and research airplanes.

Big mistake.

Levi decided an early morning flight was best, even though you would’ve loved to have slept in.

Levi checked you in and checked the bags. You ordered a lot online with the money Levi gave you, including some more risqué items that Ymir and Historia recommended. 

After breezing through TSA (of course Levi Ackerman has TSA Pre-Check) it was time to wait at the gate for your flight. Your stomach was in knots thinking about being in the air for a couple of hours.

“Are you okay?” Levi nudged you with his left elbow. “You’re quiet. That’s not like you.”

“Are you trying to say I talk a lot?”

“I’m saying you ask an awful lot of questions.” 

“I’m okay. I’ve just never been on a plane before.”

“It’ll be okay, I promise.” Levi reassured you as he brought his attention to his phone. You saw a text from Erwin pop up.

Erwin: Don’t do anything stupid, please. She’s a good girl.

You look away quickly, knowing you should’ve minded your own business. What Levi says to Erwin, or anyone for that matter is none of your business. 

Soon enough you were at your seats on the plane. Levi got first class. You don’t know what that means but it sounds fancy.

You sink in your seat as your heart starts to race when you hear the plane making noises.

“Hey,” Levi whispered, pressing his hand on top of yours. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed gently. You nod, looking out the window at runway.

Take off isn’t bad. Once your eats pop, you’re as good as gold. You don’t like the feeling in your chest when the plane tilts upwards, but you get over it.

Levi took his hand off yours once the seatbelt signs were off. You can’t help but miss his touch already. 

The plane ride is about 5 hours - perfect time for a nap. 

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The hotel is gorgeous. Stunning, even. It’s like a hotel you see rich people go to in movies. There are several pools, palm trees, and more. The water is blue and the sand is almost white.

“Welcome to paradise!” An overly excited employee runs up to you and Levi. 

Levi looks less than impressed.

“Can we just check in?” Levi’s tone is flat. Even in a gorgeous place, Levi’s attitude is the same.

“Absolutely sir. What’s your name?”

“Levi Ackerman.”

“Oh! Mr. Ackerman! You and your wife got upgraded to our best suite. It’s top of the line!” 

Wife?

“Thank you.” Levi grabbed the room keys off the counter. “Tell Oscar I said thank you too.”

Levi carried your bags along with his up to the room. When he swiped the key card and opened the door - you swear you could have fainted. This room was as big as the apartment you lived in growing up. 

As you walk in, you notice one bed.

“Levi…” You turn to him. “There’s only one bed.”

“Well I didn’t book this one, Oscar upgraded us out of the kindness of his heart.” Levi used air quotes. “The one I booked had 2 beds. So don’t blame me.” 

One bed? You’ve shared the same house with Levi for a while now, but a bed? And you’ve never even really touched him?

Once you and Levi get settled in, you start to crave the sun.

“Let’s go outside! Tan, drink a little, maybe swim!” 

“I don’t tan.” Levi peered up at you, taking his eyes off his phone screen. 

“Can you get off your phone for a bit please?” You put your hands on your hips. “I didn’t come here to watch you play on your phone.” 

“So what did you come here for?” Levi shoves his phone in his pocket and stands up. He walks towards you, eliminating the space between you. 

“You say I ask a lot of questions, but I think it’s really you who asks most of them.” You turn around, unzipping your bag. “I’m gonna change and so are you. I’ll be in the bathroom.” You pull out your bikini and sandals. 

When you emerge from the bathroom, Levi’s eyes are glued to you. He watches your thick thighs as you walk towards him. You’re wearing the bikini he specifically said he liked: high on the thigh, stringy, and barely leaving anything to the imagination. 

Levi is wearing a white t-shirt with khaki colored shorts paired with sandals. His mouth is slightly open as he gazes at you.

“Ready?!” You smile as you grab your beach bag. 

“Are you gonna wear a cover up?” Levi’s cheeks turned a light shade of red.

“Why? It’s hot out.”

“Because…”

“Because why?” You tilt your head to the side, placing your hands on your hips.

Levi takes a few step towards you and leans down until his lips touch your ear. “Because I can’t promise I can control myself if you don’t put something on in the next 2 minutes.” 

You can’t help but smirk knowing you’re affecting him this way. You spin yourself around, giving him a full look at your ass.

“Do you want to leave this room?” Levi sucked his teeth.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing a black dress to put over your body. “Better?”

“Barely. Lets go.” His tone was back to being serious.

Sometimes you really can’t tell if this man wants to fuck you or just wants to be your friend. 

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“Levi, come in!” You swim in front of Levi as he reads his book on the lounge chair. 

“No.” He doesn’t even look up from what page he’s on.

“It’s 95 degrees, how can you even stand to just lay in the heat?!” You place your hands on the pool edge. “You won’t come swimming at all with me?”

“Maybe in… 3 days.” Levi held up 3 fingers. “Leave me alone so I can finish my book.” 

You huff and turn yourself around to swim to the swim-up bar. You take a seat and order some fruity drink that sounded cute.

“Well hello there. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” A man pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. 

“Thank you.” You take a sip of your drink. The man isn’t ugly by any means, so you decide to entertain a conversation. “Where are you from?” You ask, placing your drink on the counter.

“I’m from California. You?”

“Wow, all the way on the west coast. I’m from New York.”

“A New Yorker! That’s crazy, you don’t have an accent or anything.” The man leaned forward towards you as he spoke. “My name is Ryan.”

You told him your name, and the conversation continued.

As you talk, you feel a hand push you gently into… a hard surface.

That hard surface was Levi Ackerman’s upper body. You look up and see those slate eyes burning a hole in Ryan’s head.

Ryan seems to catch on to what Levi is trying to insinuate, even though no words were exchanged.

“Dude, my bad! I didn’t know she was with you.” Ryan put his hands up. “I swear! The conversation was innocent!” 

Levi put his other hand on your other hip, gripping you tightly. 

“She is a sight for sore eyes, right?” He tilts his head to the right, glaring at Ryan. 

Then Ryan was gone.

“You swam!!” You spin your body to face Levi. You sit down on the seat in front of the bar and stare up at him. He is well sculpted, his abdominals carved out and his chest strong.

“I did.” Levi pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Levi, I-“ Your words get caught in your throat. The way he looks right now, with water dripping off his skin and his hair messy has you speechless.

“What’s your favorite color?” You blurt out. Smooth move.

“Navy blue. Yours is… black?” 

“Technically… no. My favorite color is actually sage green.”

“Any other questions? Get them out now while I’m in a good mood.” 

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Pasta.”

“I knew it!!” You smile at his response, putting your hand in a fist. “I told you!” 

“Are you gonna tell me yours or do I have to fish it out of you?” 

“Hmmmmm.” You tap your chin with your index finger. “Does ice cream count?”

“I guess it can.” Levi chuckled, letting out a real smile. You watched his mouth curve upwards, revealing his teeth. 

For the first time, you saw Levi Ackerman’s teeth. You made him laugh. A genuine laugh.

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he caressed your cheek gently. “You are so cute.” 

You have never wanted to kiss anyone more than you do right now. You would love to pull Levi down, straddle his waist, and attached your mouth to his.

But you can’t. If Levi wants something, he needs to make the first move. 

His lips grazed your ear as he whispered. “I can’t stop staring at you.” Levi brings his other hand on the opposite side of the ear his whispering into. “Your thighs are… hypnotizing.” 

You bite your lip and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t get shy. No one knows us here.” He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb, pulling you to face him. “We can be whoever we want to be here.” 

“Whoever?” You search Levi’s eyes for a lifeline. Your body is craving him almost desperately. Goosebumps populate your skin as he touches you. 

“Whoever. Who do you want to be?” You swear you could feel his tongue on your earlobe. 

“I want to be a woman that’s kissed by you.” You lean into the palm of his hand as your heart rate increases.

Levi says nothing. He moves his face in front of you, letting his nose slightly touch yours. His lips are so close.

“You want me to kiss you, princess?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” You nod, almost giving in to the temptation. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Say please.” Levi’s lips are grazing yours, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body. 

“Please, Levi.” You almost whine.

“So spoiled I made you, hm?” Levi buries his fingers in your hair as he sits down. He pulls you to him, letting your legs wrap around his waist under the water. 

Levi’s hand runs over the front side of your body - your stomach, your chest, to your neck. He gently grabs your neck to bring you close to him again. His fingers gently squeeze the sides of your neck, a gasp escaping your throat. Your lips are plump, begging to be touched. 

Finally, Levi presses his lips to yours. You swear your brain short circuited. His lips are so soft, but so… perfect. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing the back of your thighs to the tops of his. 

His tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entry. You oblige, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You moan against his lips at the contact. Levi’s large hands move down to your ass, giving it a gently squeeze before he pulls away.

You can’t help but whine when you lose his lips. 

“That’s it for now.” He kisses your cheek gently.

“You’re such a tease.” You pout, pushing yourself off of him to the seat you were in a few minutes ago.

“I’m teaching you patience. I can’t have you acting like a spoiled brat. If I do everything you want, that’s what you’ll be.”

“Two can play at that game.” 

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[lunamochii]

NYCTM: So close yet so far || part II

neteyam x human!freader

Synopsis; Weeks turn months, months turns a year. Neteyam is left with a year before becoming the new Olo’eyktan but the person he wants to be his Tsahik is not beside him.

content warning; angst, neteyam being out himself, timeskip, age up Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk

author’s note; the italic words are Neteyam’s flashback. Feedbacks and reblohs are highly appreciated! Enjoy reading!🤍

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

1,4k words

How many days has it been? Neteyam lost count already. Pulling the string of his bow, he made a perfect kill and he can hear his people hoorah for him. Riding to his ikran again, he came back to where his family are

“Back so soon? I thought you’ll be coming home late”

Kiri said as soon she saw her brother enter their hut but she didn’t hear a single reply from him. She shrug and place down the leafs they’ll be using to eat. Soon after all of their family members have gathered, in the past it would be full of laughters and jokes but tonight it’s pretty dull

“I’m done” Neteyam declared and quickly got up, grabbing his things and took big steps towards the exit of their hut

“Neteyam, you shouldn’t ever forget that you will be the Olo’eyktan” Jake said in a stern voice and Neteyam grip the strap of his bag, tight.

“Yes sir”

That’s what he only replied before calling his ikran and ride it, he arrived immediately to the lab. As he got inside, he saw Spider sleeping comfortably on the couch. Norm and Max are nowhere to be found, he just let him self in and grab a mask to help him breathe inside then went to where your body is laying

Your features have change, it grow more mature so as your avatar, Neteyam can only stare at you. Eywa knows how much he just wants to go inside and hold your hand but he can’t. If he goes inside he might destroy something and it will be the cause of delay of your health restoring

He sat across the window that is separating you from him, he can feel all of his strength go away as the darkness consume him but before he can slip to his dreams he uttered something but his eyes are already close that he didn’t notice your finger move

Morning came and Neteyam bid his goodbye to you but promises that he’ll be back, promising he will be telling lots of stories

“I understand your grief son but you must choose your own tsa—“

Jake couldn’t finish his words as Neteyam punch the tree, glaring at his father. Baring his teeth. The oldest Sully couldn’t believe what his father just suggested, he knows how your father have always taken care of you. He was even the one who push Neteyam to confess his feelings to you

“I want Y/N.”

Jake look at his son before motioning Neteyam to sit down, Norm and Max have inform him that if you don’t wake up in 3 months, they’ll be taking you back to earth as the technologies back there will help you

“Son… in three months if Y/N doesn’t wake up..” He look at his son reaction and he can see how his eyes widen

“They will be bringing her home. To earth, to where I came from the technologies back there can help her. If she stays here longer then she’ll die.”

His ears rang, he couldn’t hear the voice of his father anymore. He looked down, his hand to his chest. Neteyam can feel his heart racing, memories of you with him flash before him.

“Hurry up, ‘Teyam!”

You would pull his larger hands as you show him your new found spot, you may be aloof to the others but he will always manage to drag you out of the lab

“You’re hurt..”

Your eyes full of worry as he savor the feeling of your palm against his face, he loves seeing your get worry for him

“I see you, Neteyam”

You said as you lean your head to his chest, his arms wrap around you. You don’t know how happy he is after you said yes to his courtship

“Yam!”

He can feel his tears run down to his cheeks. He can’t lose you. He can’t! You are the light, the warm, the balance of his life!

“Teyam!”

Fist full of mud as he continue to punch the ground, one moment you were cage in to his arm then one moment you are so far to him, he doesn’t want the memories of you together with him to be just a fleeting moment

“NETEYAM! SNAP OUT OF IT! WE NEED TO GO! Y/N IS IN A BAD SHAPE!”

Just by hearing your name, Neteyam move so fast and riding his ikran as fast as he can. When he and Jake arrived he saw the people inside packing, Norm and Max are dragging the bed you’re in to a vehicle he have always seen the sky people ride

“Where… Where are you taking her?!”

Neteyam shouted and ran inside, the people together with Spider is trying to calm him down

“It’s okay bro! She’ll be back! Trust me!”

“No! She’ll stay here! Give her back!”

Neteyam shouted again and before he can lash out, Jake got in time and hold his son back

“What the hell happened?!?!” Jake shouted and Max came back to explain everything

“Y/N woke up but she started having seizure, we manage to calm her down but he heart beat went flat and it took us 5 minutes to get her heartbeat back” Max explain

“Then why are you taking her back?!” Jake ask still holding Neteyam to his arms

“The tools we have here isn’t enough. I’m sorry Jake but we’ll have to take her back.” Max said then his gaze shift to Neteyam

“I will bring her back.” Max promise and immediately ran to the vehicle and the only one who’s left is Norm as he was task to look after your avatar and Dr. Grace avatar

“No! No! Please! Give her back!”

Neteyam breakthrough from his father grasp and went outside but his too late, the vehicle is too fast. He rode his ikran but he can’t catch up, his tears drying on his cheeks, mind blank that he didn’t even sense his falling luckily Jake is there to catch him. You were so close yet so far

“Don’t take her away… please…”

“Pinky promise?”

Neteyam look at you, his eyes full of questions. You are teaching him some sky people do. Thanks to Max you always have something to teach him

“Yeah! That’s what you do when you want to seal a promise!”

You beam and Neteyam look at his hands, he look at you again and raise his pinky finger.

“Be always at my side?”

He ask and he watch you smile sweetly and lock your pinky to his

“Forever”

— 5 months later, 12:51 pm. Earth —

Max knock on the door before entering and as soon he got inside, he saw you standing at the window. He cleared his throat to catch your attention, he have been checking your health ever since you woke up 2 months ago

“How is your day, Y/N?” You smiled and sat down on the bed

“Good, I don’t know why but looking at my diary makes me wonder if the stories you have told me are true”

Max look at the notebook laying on the desk beside the bed, it was filled of your drawings on the pandora forest

“Well.. as soon you regain your health back. If you are really good, we can go back..”

You couldn’t hide your excitement, you hates how the smell of the medicines and the treatment you have been receiving but in order to see with your own eyes, the drawings on your notebook you complied

“Yes, as I really feel I don’t belong here”

You muttered and once again your head ache again making you almost fall off of your bed

“You okay? Don’t push yourself, we have a lot of time”

You reassured Max and sat properly this time, you always hear this strange voice but you don’t know who it belongs to.

“I’m good, just I keep hearing this voice” you replied while shaking your head softly

“What does it say?” Max ask

“I see you…..”

You replied and you can’t help but glance at the notebook, you know you have to get better. You can only have your answers when you go back to the place where you were born

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[ghostyoongs]

What if you bump into schlatt Dallas Fort Worth International Airport, he turns around to help you up (you fell since he's a huge freaking guy) and says "sorry about that." But turns out, you guys are sitting next to each other on the plane!!! What??? Crazy

nonnie, your mind is huge. i wrote this in 30 mins while procrastinating my english homework so i’m sorry if this sucks. also i have no clue how to end this so it’s kind of abrupt, i had to stop myself from making it longer than two pages lmfaooooo.

word count: 894 

you hated being late.

you could feel your heart pumping harder than ever before, the anxiety coursing through your veins. your apartment water heater broke, causing you to shower in freezing cold water, and then your cat sitter was late. finally, you were able to rush to the airport and fly through the tsa. all you could think about was getting to your gate and being able to sit down. 

your mind was racing when you slammed into a wall and fell on your ass. no, not a wall, it was too soft to be a wall. you look up and your eyes meet with a man. he was attractive, with mutton chops and a tie-dye hoodie. he looks shocked, eyes wide and mouth gaping. 

“oh my god, i am so sorry about that.” he immediately started, bending at the waist and reaching out his hand to help you up. “are you okay?” his smooth voice rang in your head.

“no, no don’t apologize. i’m the one who ran into you.” you grab his hand and he pulls you up, still staring to make sure you’re okay. you brush off your pants before looking up at him. he looks at the watch on his wrist and he curses under his breath.

“i’m so sorry once again, i hope you’re okay.” his words barely registered in your head before he was gone, his large form weaving through the crowds of people. you shake your head to rid yourself of the thoughts of that large man and start rushing to your gate.

you’re the first person in line to get on the plane, thanking god your sister splurged to put you in business class. you find your seat and start trying to fit your luggage in the overhead compartment. the wheels on your suitcase spin widely as you struggle to fit it in. 

“let me help.” a familiar voice comes from beside you, and large tie-dye sleeves come from behind you. he places your luggage in easily, before placing his next to yours. you turn around and come face to face with mutton chop man. 

“we meet again, huh?” you ask him, smiling softly at him. he lets out a small chuckle at your words, his laugh like music to your ears. you fit yourself into your assigned seat and you find him sitting next to you. 

“well, i guess i should introduce myself, i’m y/n.” you put your hand out for him to shake.

“i’m jay, nice to meet you again.” he shakes your hand softly and smiles at you. his smile is gorgeous and you feel the tips of your ears warming up. “what’s taking you to la?” he asks as other passengers hustle through the plane. 

“my sister just had another kid and i’m going to visit and help her and my brother-in-law. how about you?”

“i’m visiting my best friend for the week.”

the conversation flows quickly between you two, the 3.5 hours feeling like twenty minutes. as the seatbelt light flashes he looks over at you. 

“i don’t want to be too forward, but could i get your number?” he asks you, his soft eyes meeting yours. 

“yeah! of course, of course.” he pulls out his phone and you quickly insert your number, sending yourself a text so you can save his number as well. 

“maybe when we’re both back in austin we can do something together.” you smile softly up at the man and he smiles back. 

“i’d like that.” he nodded and helped you take down your luggage.

you both leave the plane, walking into the terminal and you see your sister waving a sign with your name and dancing with your oldest nephew. 

“i’ll text you,” you look up at him and wave softly, “it was really nice to meet you, jay.” 

“it was nice to meet you too. have fun with your family.” he waves back at you before you bounce over to your sister, taking your nephew into your arms and spinning him around. your sister gives you a wink, already knowing that there is something new with you. 

as you three walk out of the terminal, you see jay get into an older pickup truck. your sister nudges your arm and you let out a small giggle. 

“soooooooo, who was that?” she asks impatiently as you both walk over to her car, helping your nephew into his car seat.

“his name is jay, i met him today and i don’t know. i don’t really believe in love at first sight but with him, i might.” 

she laughs and pokes your arm at your words. “you are such a sap! but i can’t really say anything, the husband is at home with your new niece and i plan on using you to watch the kids this whole week if you know,” she winks as she ends her sentence and you laugh loudly.

your phone buzzes under your leg and you pick it up, a message from an unknown number lighting up your screen. 

unknown: hi, it’s jay. i hope you get to your sister’s safe.

you smile and text back immediately, hugging the phone to your chest. the early morning weighs on you and you lay your head on the window, falling asleep to the scenarios of you and jay running through your head.

#talk to the clouds #jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #i hope you like this nonnie :D

[graceloveswolves]

He Imprints On You Part 4

I glanced up at my alarm clock, it was currently 6:58 in the morning. I sighed, despite the sun still being asleep I don’t think I could go back to sleep knowing Jake could be spending his last few days with Billy. I just don’t see why he wouldn’t just tell me what was wrong with his dad though. It was partly infuriating. Hell, Jacob was infuriating. I opened my phone and started looking through flights, not even knowing how I was going to get packed and ready or what I was going to tell the Berlys. That’s of course, if they would even notice I was gone in the first place. It would probably be better if they didn’t. The good thing about the Beryl’s is that they were loaded with money, and didn’t care much about me to begin with. The cheapest flight I could find was a one way ticket to Washington at 9:45 in the morning today. Good. Bought.

I could have gotten a more expensive ticket considering it was the Beryl’s card I was using, but some part of me felt guilty and I knew I could survive it anyways, I mean anyone who lived on the Res was by all means used to living in poverty. Hell more then half of them probably never even been on a plane let alone out of Washington. Now it was time to pack. How long would I be there? A day? A week? A month? Hell, who knows, with luck Jacob would still have some of my clothes I didn’t bother to grab last time I was there. Should I tell the Beryl’s? What would they say? Would they let me? I shook my head, it will probably better if I text them before I take off on my flight, that way they’ll just have to accept it for what it is. And as soon as I had showered, packed, and took the trash out, I was in my car and on the way to the airport.

“ID please.” The tall man stated, not even bothering to look at me. I picked through my wallet quickly and pulled it out, handed it to him. I noticed a silver band on his wedding finger. It was strange, all these people you meet or encounter in your life have a whole other life as well, with spouses, children, pets, and probably have thousands of things in common with you. Yet, you potentially walk past some people that could’ve been one of the most important people in your life if given the chance to know them. “Alright, to your left.” The guy said, pointing briefly in that direction where you saw TSA employees and a conveyor belt with empty gray bins next to it. “Here we go” I huffed, ready to just be back at the Rez.

The flight wasn’t bad, aside from the screaming babies and kids kicking the back of your seat. Once I landed, I called Jacob, who picked up almost immediately. “Hey, I just got off the plane. Where are you?” I searched the crowd for signs of him, it was weird, I caught myself trying to look for the scrawny long haired boy I grew up with. “Geez about time that was a long flight huh.” Jake sassed, ignoring my question. “Yeah it was and I didn’t fly all the way over here to lis-“ “okay okay, I’m sorry I get it.” He cut me off, surrendering. “We are by the baggage claim, already got your suitcase.” “We?! Who is we?” I furrowed my eyebrows, “Seriously Jake don’t tell me you dragged Billy all the way out here.” I said, making my way to the sign that pointed towards Baggage Claim. “Relax, it’s just a friend. I’ll see you in a few. Bye.” He ended shortly, as I hung up the phone and shoved it aggressively in my pocket. “Friend… friend…” I repeated as I scoffed.

It wasn’t hard to find him, his new abnormal growth spurt had him and his friend peering over the people who were racing towards their loved ones or scrambling to get their suitcases. As I was getting closer I tried to keep making out who his friend was but people kept blocking the view or getting in my way, it didn’t help I wasn’t exactly tall. But eventually as I shoved my way past I saw him.

* As I went to take a step, I accidentally walking right into one of his new druggie friends. Who I hadn’t realize were right behind me and were so close.

The rock hard frame had caught me, leaving me stunned from whiplash. “Watch it asshole!” I spat up at him, anger snapping out. Our eyes locked, and I had noticed which one I had ran into. I believed his name was Paul, very hotheaded if I remember right from Jake.

I suddenly regretting snapping this particular member once noticing him staring dead back at me, not letting go of my hips which were in his grasp. However as I looked closer, his stare didn’t hold anger, it held surprise, and shock.

And it was making me uncomfortable, just like my soggy wet clothes I was currently in, and would be driving in, all the way to Texas. “Get off me perv!” I exclaimed, pushing the star struck guy away from me, marching my way into my car. *

Paul Lahote… out of all the friends he had to bring, he brought the one I insulted. It had me partly wondering if he had done this on purpose. He stated back at me intensely, as if I was the only person in this airport. “Hi. I believe you have something that belongs to me.” I said, reaching my hand out towards Paul, who was holding my suitcase. Jacob nudge him slightly, and without breaking eye contact he handed me my suitcase.

“It’s a nice color.” I looked up at Paul, looking confused. “T-the suitcase, it’s a nice color.” He clarified, pointing to the red suitcase in my arms. “Oh. Thank you. It’s my favorite color.” I brushed off, looking towards Jake, who awkwardly laughed. “Y/n, you remember Paul?” “Yes.”I responded, which was all I got out, nervously laughing at the awkward situation. “Well the traffic isn’t getting any lighter.” Jake sarcastically remarked, dragging all of us towards the exit sign. As we got to his car, he popped the trunk and I flinched a bit at the feel of my arm being lighter. I looked over and saw Paul walking over to the car with my suitcase. “I’d thought you would’ve packed heavier, which is why I brought Paul. But I should’ve known better, you’ve always been unprepared.” Jake teased.

“Well I mean when you call me at the crack of dawn with this life threatening emergency, I packed as fast as I could. Speaking of, are you going to tell me what’s wrong with Billy, and you for that matter I mean seriously, wanna slide me whatever you’ve been putting in your cereal?” I joked, poking at his large bicep. Which I heard a deep chuckle from Paul, who looked even larger then Jake. “This is going to be a long car ride.” Jake muttered before we all got into the car.

The drive was long, but not bad as Paul kept asking me a bunch of questions from how I liked the Beryl’s and what my favorite class was to what animals I liked. To which Jake would pitch in from time to time with his own commentary. But once we finally arrived to the house and got out of the car, I saw Jacob and Paul tense and go quiet. I went to get my bag from the trunk but Paul beat me to it. “Thank you.” I responded, as he silently offered to carry it to the tiny red house I practically grew up in. For a cult, these guys might not be that bad. I thought I’d feel nervous or even sick, coming back here, but I couldn’t help but feel very calm. Like I was right were I needed to be.

Once we walked inside, I looked around, and not to my surprise, nothing changed. “So..” Jake trailed, shutting the door behind us three. “There’s something we need to talk about.” I raised an eyebrow, feeling my heart pick up a few paces. “Y/n! You’re back! Jacob told me you were coming back to visit.” I turned around and saw Billy, who was in his wheelchair all nicely dressed with his hat on.

“Billy…. You look….healthy.”

I turned around and gave Jacob and Paul the biggest glare ever. Boy did they have some explaining to do.

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Okay okay go ahead and yell at me guys… sorry for the cliffhanger! But also I have to say I will not be doing a tag list anymore because i would be spending hours tagging everyone who wants to be tagged IM SORRY!!! But I finally have found some time to write and will probably post a few more requests today. I will be continuing this series probably for awhile. I hope you guys like it and I’m so so so grateful for every single one of you guys.

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[swiss-mrs]

Chapter 3: Time of My Life

Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!POC!Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

*Masterlist, Series Warnings, Additional Series/Reader Info, and Posting Schedule.*

Chapter Warnings: Slow Burn, Domestic Duo

“You excited, man?” Steve asks while he drives. Eddie scoffs.

“Excited feels like an understatement. I get to go to New York AND visit the best person ever? Yeah, there's no words to describe.” Eddie replies happily.

“Hey!” Dustin pipes in from the backseat. “Best person?” Steve rolls his eyes at Dustin.

“Dustin, Sometimes, when a man loves a woman-”

“Woah!” “Woah!” “Woah!” Dustin and Eddie shout over each other simultaneously. Steve smirks.

“No one said anything about love.” “I don't wanna get that talk from you!” They talk over each other again. Steve scoffs in disbelief.

“You're joking, right? Helen Keller could see what's going on here.” Steve says to Eddie, ignoring Dustin. “You two have been talking on the phone damn near daily for months, and now that rockstar is inviting you on an all expense included, paid trip to visit them at their house in New York.” Eddie rolls his eyes at Steve's correct assumption. “Don't act like you aren't pining over her. Did you forget I was there when you two talked for 4 hours straight at a bar where all of your respective friends were, yet you ignored everyone around you? You can thank me for the help at your wedding.” Steve dismisses. Eddie couldn't ignore the thumping in his chest. Steve wasn't all wrong. He was definitely crushing on you, hard, but he be damned if he admitted that right now. It was too early to call. He was falling too hard too fast. If he were to get rejected…

“Oh, mind your business, Steve. Eddie hit it off with a famous rockstar who sees his talent. This is a great opportunity for him! He gets to see the Big Apple AND write music for a rock album that's bound to be album of the year!” Dustin exclaims, only adding to Eddie's racing heart.

Dustin and Steve continue bickering as they drive up to the Departures curb. Steve throws the car in park and gets out with Eddie, Dustin not too far behind. Steve opens up the trunk, still bickering with the kid. Eddie grabs his suitcase and guitar case from the trunk. “Will you two shut up already!” Eddie yells, grabbing their attention. Dustin's expression changes as he focuses in on Eddie, and he rushes in to engulf Eddie in a hug. It shocks Eddie at first, but he is soon to give in and return the hug. “Don’t forget to bring me back something.” Dustin says. Eddie chuckles and pats his back.

“Will do, little man. Will do.” They pull away from each other, and he and Steve make eye contact.

“I’m not hugging you.” Steve says, holding up a hand and turning his head. Eddie rolls his eyes with an amused scoff.

“Whatever, pretty boy. I wouldn’t want to mess up your hair.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Thanks for the ride.” Steve softens and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my job as chauffeur.” He shrugs. Steve gets taken off guard as Eddie gives him a quick side hug, before running off into the airport.

“See ya!” Eddie calls back, waving as he disappears into the building, Dustin waving wildly in return.

Eddie gets through TSA as quickly as possible. Since he was flying out on a Wednesday afternoon, the airport was near empty. As he sits at his gate, awaiting for his plane to board, he pulls out his old walkman. He would sometimes get looks when he pulls out the thing, but since his van only reads tapes, using Wayne’s old walkman was most efficient so he wasn’t buying doubles of every album he listened to.

He digs through his backpack, finally reaching what he was looking for, Cydonia’s debut album, Martian. He smiles at the tape, running his thumb over the cover art. Ever since your concert in Indiana, he has been listening to your two albums religiously. It was almost addicting. He loved the sound of your voice. He loved how your music introduced him to new sounds. Listening to your debut album intrigued him. It was a message for all those who were at the bottom of the food chain. It was a call to let your darkness shine, and he already proudly wore the word ‘Freak’ on his back. It would have definitely been his anthem in his high school days. His music induced trance was slightly broken when he noticed the gate doors open and the attendant started calling out for those to board.

Eddie collected his carry-on, his tattered red and black backpack, and stood to start boarding. He was one of few on the plane. As he made his way down the aisle, everything just became more and more real for him. He was suddenly struck by a hard pounding in his chest. His first time flying anywhere was going to the festival performance with metallica. That time he had Dustin to distract him. This is his first time flying solo, and he was really starting to feel his anxiety peak. He gladly sat in an empty row, halfway down the plane, and took a window seat. He figured sitting by the window would make him feel less suffocated. As soon as he was seated, he turned on the little fan above him and closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat, gripping the arm rests. He started taking big deep breaths and focused on your voice in his ears. He gripped the arm rests until his knuckles were white and squeezed his eyes harder when he felt the plane rattling during take off, but as soon as they were in the air and everything became near weightless, he relaxed a bit. He held the thought of seeing you in his mind to keep him calm. Eventually, he opened his eyes again and dared to look out the window, met with a serene view of the sun dancing along the clouds. He started to smile to himself. ‘I’m on my way, Superstar.’

》》》

As soon as Eddie landed at Newark, he felt like he was able to breathe normally again. He quickly filed off the plane and made his way to baggage claim. As he rode down the escalator, he was met with a sight he didn’t expect. In the middle of the floor was a hooded person with sunglasses on holding up a black poster board with red writing on it. ‘Eddie Munson (aka Rockstar)’ it read, and you were holding it, a smug grin on your face. Eddie smiled widely, deciding the machine was moving a bit too slow for him and began quickly walking down. “Pick up for Eddie Munson?” You said in a dramatically deep voice as he got a little closer. Eddie laughed and took four large steps over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up into the air, spinning around with you in his arms, causing you to shriek in surprise. “My glasses!” you yelled as they fell off your face and to the floor with a clack.

“Hey there, Superstar.” He laughed out, finally setting you down. “I wasn’t expecting to get picked up by the one and only.” He says with a big, happy smile. You scoff with face offense.

“I’ll make sure to send a limo next time.” Eddie shakes his head.

“No, I quite like getting to see you first thing.” He squats down to pick up your dark sunglasses. Instead of handing them back, he slides them onto his own face, grabbing your hand and leading you over to his baggage claim terminal.

“Excuse me, sir. I kind of need those.” He ignores you. “Okay, but it’s your vault if we get mobbed.” You respond, causing him to chuckle. He shrugs.

“It’ll be good practice for the,” pauses to turn around and hold up his hands, wiggling his fingers, “zombie apocalypse.” he finished in a deep, dramatically ‘spooky’ voice. You roll your eyes with an amused expression. He smiles and turns back around to search for his guitar and suitcase. You quickly miss the warmth of his hand as soon as it’s gone. You watch as Eddie waits and scans the circling conveyor belt for his luggage. You stand back not wanting to get in the way of others searching. As you wait with crossed arms, two teenage looking girls are walking passed, one of them lifting their head from the magazine they were both gawking over. She does a double tak, slapping her friend’s arm several times before nodding in our direction. You watch on through the corner of your eye, knowing what’s coming.

“Hi, sorry,” One of the girls with tricolor hair, dyed pink, purple, and blue, looked up to you with starstruck eyes, “You’re the lead singer of Cydonia, right?” You look to the other girl who had glasses, dyed black hair, and a pink, white and blue pin on the strap of the backpack on her shoulder.

“That’s me.” You say with a small smile. They look to each other for a moment, trying and failing to contain their excitement.

“Oh my gosh, we saw you in concert last year when you performed at Terminal 5-”

“You guys were awesome-”

“We love you music-”

“You inspire me so much-”

“You are a queer icon-”

“We love you-” They talk over each other, back to back. You chuckle, holding up a hand to slow them down.

“Thank you for your support. It means a lot.” You smile. They squeal like little piglets.

“Can we get a photo with you?” “Can you sign my CD player?” They say, again talking over one another. You chuckle and nod.

“Sure.” The girl with the dyed hair reaches into her crossbody purse for her disposable camera as the girl with glasses reaches in her large hoodie pocket for her CD player.

“I can take the photo for you.” A voice interrupts, Eddie. The girls look over their shoulder at him, looking at each other with a look, then both nod their heads.

“Yes, please!” They say simultaneously. You look at them suspiciously, wondering what that look was for before they turn to stand on either side of you, readying for the photo. You drape your arms over the smaller girls’ shoulders, and they lean in to hug your middle “Oh my gosh, you smell good.” “I knew it!” they say over each other, causing you to shake your head and chuckle at their antics. Eddie brings the camera up to his face. You can’t help but think how cute it is when he scrunches his face up to peek through the lens. It brings a genuine, soft smile from you.

“Say cheese!”

“Cheeeessseeee.” The two girls repeat, causing your smile to get bigger as you release another small laugh through your nose. Eddie snaps the photo. He lifts his head quickly to raise up two fingers.

“Another one just in case.” They stay holding your middle in a hug, but instead of smiling, you scrunch your nose and hold up rock-and-roll signs with your hands. The two girls do their respective ‘funny faces’, and Eddie snaps the second photo. “Nice.” He lowers the camera and the two girls release you, backing away a little. The one with glasses brings up her silver CD player and a red sharpie to hold in front of you. You grab the sharpie from her and help hold the CD player stable in her hand. You do a quick autograph.

“Can you also sign my magazine?” the tri-colored hair girl asks, holding up a copy of the same magazine you caught Eddie with all those weeks ago. You nod, giving her a ‘no problem’ and signing your name on the cover. They both struggle to hide their excitement.

“Thank you!” They both repeat over and over.

“No problem. Have a great trip or welcome home.” You smile as they give goodbyes and walk away holding onto each other. You look at Eddie. He has a smug look on his face, eyes hidden by your dark sunglasses.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You roll your eyes. “Let’s go.” You turn, and he just smiles, grabbing his things, jogging to meet up with you.

As soon as you both make it outside, Eddie is greeted with a crisp gust of wind through his curls. It’s chilly but sunny out. He follows you across the few lanes to the parking lot. Once in the parking garage, he lifts the sunglasses from his eyes and uses them to push back his bangs. You lead him across a few isles. In the middle of the empty lanes, away from the few cars parked closer to the entrance, sat a shiny, black beauty that is a-

“1967 Ford Mustang Fastback?!” Eddie nearly drops his guitar. You smirk, your back to him as you continue to walk to the backside of the car, unlocking the trunk. You look over to him. Eddie still stalled a few feet away from you.

“You comin’?” You tease. He scoffs, speechless.

“No fucking way this is your car.” He says in disbelief, starting up his walk again, closing in on you by the trunk.

“No, we’re stealing it. I actually pickpocketed those girls earlier.” You quip sarcastically, popping open the trunk.

“Well, in that case, can I drive?.” He quips back, stowing away his luggage into the empty trunk.

“No.” He pouts, and you both round the car and get in on your respective sides. Eddie is equally entranced by the all black interior as he was the exterior, “Can you even drive stick?” He whips to look at you, clearly offended.

“Can I even drive stick?! What do I look like?!” You laugh at his dramatic response. “I drive a ‘78 van for god’s sake.” He turns in his seat and mutters to himself, “‘Can you drive stick?‘ Pfft.” He mocks. You continue to laugh, turning over the ignition. Eddie takes your sunglasses off his head and puts them on the dash.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. I shouldn’t have poked the bear.” As soon as the car starts, the song you were listening to on the way to the airport continues. Eddie’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“You listen to Slayer too?! Jesus Christ I’m gonna combust.” He reaches for the grab handle above his window. He looked like he was going to pass out, sinking down into his seat. You laugh.

“You are so dramatic, Eddie Munson.” He pulls himself up, sitting properly.

“I was rejected from drama club for being too good, you know. That’s why I had to start my own cult.” He wiggles his brows.

“I doubt it was for that reason.” You scoff, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yet, I believe it.” You shrug. “Eddie Munson, the theater kid reject.” You say, lifting your hand and gesturing as if reading off a sign. He plays fake hurt, clutching his invisible pearls.

“Never have I.” He says in a posh, feminine accent. You laugh at his forced accent.

“Alright, Queen Elizabeth. Let’s go.” You both buckle up before you switch gears and start pulling out of the parking lot.

》》》

On the drive to your home in Nyack, you ensure to take the ‘long way’, going through the city a little bit. Eddie spent the entire two hour drive looking out the window in awe. The drive was silent between you two, the only noise being your music and the humming of your engine. It was nice. Eddie’s childlike wonder brough the magic back to New York. Not even the bits of traffic you hit could dull the mood.

When you were on the open freeway, leaving the city, you were able to speed up a bit. Eddie made an off-handed comment about how sexy the car sounded, bubbling a laugh out of you. You exited off the freeway early, again, not bothering to take the quickest route as you silently let Eddie sightsee through the car window. When you’re finally pulling into your neighborhood, Eddie speaks up. “Ho-ly shit.” He sighs, gaping through the front windshield. “This is where you live?” He asks breathlessly. You let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, not too bad, is it?” you ask rhetorically.

“It’s alright.” He fires back with a smirk, playing along. You spare him a quick glance. He goes back to watching the beautiful houses go by. “Not gonna lie. I mean, I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I wasn’t expecting this.”

“What? Were you expecting a 5 story, 200 bedroom luxury castle?” You ask. He scoffs.

“I don’t know, but this is even better.” He looks over to you, “It fits.” he says with a small smile, staring at your smiling profile for a few seconds too long. He turns his focus out the window as you turn into your driveway. “It’s nice, obviously expensive, but cozy.” The barrier separating your driveway from the street was a long row of trees that created a natural gate around the property. You drive in a little, passing through an actual gate, metal and gothic. The house could finally be seen in all its true glory.

The old stone driveway led to a two story, brick house with red accents and black shutters. The house was in the middle of a five acre lot surrounded by a thick, tree fence. The old brick structure stood strong, slightly overtaken by the nature around it, vines climbing up the walls. The lot itself was well-maintained but not artificially manicured. Clearly someone cared for the land, but they ensured not to kill the native vegetation around it for the sake of neatness. It was far from cookiecutter. It was unique and well-loved. It fits you well.

You drive up to the top of the long driveway, parking your prized vehicle in the two car garage next to the house. Though it was an obvious post-construction addition, it was clearly made to replicate the historic home’s aesthetic. “Home sweet home.” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt, Eddie unbuckling soon after. You open your door and make your way to the trunk of your car. Eddie gets out of the car and looks out the open garage door and takes in the view of the front half of your property. Jesus, this place was amazing. The pop of the trunk lock grabs Eddie’s attention as you open the lid and go to grab his bags.

“Ah ah ah!” he stops you. “I’m a big boy. Let me get it.” You raise your hands in surrender and back up a little. “What kind of man would I be, letting you take my bags.” You shake your head.

“Okay, fine. I get it. I was just trying to be a gentleman.” you let out a soft laugh. Eddie shakes his head as he loads himself up with his backpack, tattered suitcase and solid guitar case.

“Not on my watch, superstar.” he tilts his head and gives you a big grin. You roll your eyes and close the trunk door.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get inside.” You close the garage and lead him to the side door. The side door opens to an enclosed, glass corridor that attaches to the house. You open the door that leads inside, holding it open for Eddie. It leads straight into the kitchen. The kitchen kept the same cohesive aesthetic as the outside of the house, dark, warm, cozy. “I’ll show you to your room, and while you settle in, I can start getting dinner ready.” You smile at him over your shoulder as you make your way around the kitchen island and into the open living area. You then lead him down a hall next to the set of stairs leading the the second floor. There are four doors down this hall. One at the end of the hall leading to the back yard, on to the left, under the stairs, the guest bathroom, you acknowledge. The first door to the right is the guest bedroom, where Eddie will be staying. The bedroom is huge compared to his back at home. It’s at least worth two of his bedroom plus an ensuite. “Here we are.” You say with arms wide open as you walk through the door. You walk further into the room, Eddie standing by the door. You spin and face him with your open arms. “This is you.” You drop your arms to your sides with a smack, before looking over to the bed. “I put on fresh sheets and blankets. Even got you some new pillows. I don’t have guests that often, so I hope everything is okay.” You say a bit shyly and shrug. Eddie walks in to rest his guitar case on the nightstand next to the bed and drops his backpack. He then rolls his suitcase up to the empty space next to the nightstand and rests it against the wall. He steps back and walks around the room in awe. “Well…?”

“This place is amazing.” He sighs out. He chuckles and then focuses his attention on you. He gives you a big smile from across the room before running and diving onto the bed. He bounces a few times from his hard landing then lays on his side, bending one of his legs up and resting his head on one hand. He wiggles his brows at you with the same goofy grin on his face. You shake your head with raised brows and a small laugh. Eddie then plops back, spread out over the king sized bed. He sighs heavily, “This is amazing. I don’t know how to thank you.” Your smile grows, and your eyes find the ground below your feet.

“No need. You’re here to help me, remember? It’s the least I can do.” Eddie pops up to rest on his elbows, but you continue before he protests. “I’ll be out in the kitchen cooking us dinner. Make yourself at home, rockstar.” You turn to walk out the door, “Let me know if you need anything.” you call out over your shoulder, disappearing around the corner. Eddie continues to watch the spot where you once were. He smiles to himself before plopping back down.

“This is the best day ever.” He whispers to himself before cloning his eyes, accidentally dozing off.

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“Eddie?” You call out before rounding the corner to his room. You stop in your tracks when you notice him sprawled out, exactly where you left him. Soft snores echo in the room, causing a subconscious smile to break out on your face. You walk up to the bedside with soft footsteps. “Eddie?” you say softly. He stirs a bit in his sleep. You reach out to shake his shoulder, and he pops up. You jump back, startled. “Eddie.” He whips his head to look at you with wide eyes. You smile and let out a small laugh. “Dang, there goes my surprise attack.” You say sarcastically. He raises a brow.

“Can’t sneak up on me.” He says with a yawn. You let out another small laugh and push him.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Dinner is ready. I hope you’re hungry! I brought you some house slippers.” You lift up a pair of dark gray slip-on shoes and place them on the floor next to his luggage. “I hope they fit okay. Now, wash up and get changed into some PJs. We’re having a chill night. Sunset looks amazing in the sunroom right now.” You turn to walk out.

“Yes, ma’am!” Eddie calls back as you round the corner. He hops up off the bed and walks over to his suitcase. He lays it out and opens it up, pulling out some black pajama pants and a Blastoff Festival t-shirt he got from the night he met you. Eddie stands and goes into the ensuite to change and wash his hands. He splashes some water on his face to rid himself of any evidence of his nap. You had an entire guest basket of toiletries next to the sink. He smiles at how thoughtful you are. He spots a new pack of black, silk scrunchies and pops one out its packaging, throwing his wild hair into a bun at the crown of his head.

Eddie walks out of the room, down the hall, and rounds the stairs, heading to the kitchen. You could be heard rummaging around and grabbing dishes. He just about enters the kitchen right as you’re exiting. Thankfully, you both catch yourselves before running into each other. “Holy fuck.” You breathe out a little laugh as your heart starts to calm. Eddie looks down at the plates in your hands with wide eyes.

“Holy Shit!” You laugh nervously, not knowing how to take his reaction at first. “You made this!?” His gaze switches to your wide, innocent eyes.

“Yeah?” You laugh out.

“This looks amazing!” He takes a big whiff, “And it smells even better!” A huge smile forms on his face and you give him a proud smile, blushing ever so slightly.

“Thank you.” You reply with your head held high.

“Here, let me help you.” He says and goes to reach for the plates but you move them away.

“No, no. I got these. Grab the drinks?” You say with a small smirk. He drops his hands and bites back a smile. He makes his way around to the two cups and larger glass jug that waited on the kitchen island. You wait for him in the archway as he grabs everything else and starts following you. You lead him to a room at the back of your house, on the opposite side of the stairs than his room. You pass through the door frame that leads to the open space and gently place the two plates on the table. Once again, Eddie pauses for a little after walking into the new room, taking it in.

The walls and ceiling were all panes of glass like a greenhouse. Inside, there are a few plants littered around and a comfy looking couch in the middle with a wooden coffee table just in front of the couch. In the corner of the room was a plush sofa chair that had a small table next to it and a pretty, royal blue, semi-acoustic guitar leaning up against the table. Due to the time of day, the sun was setting perfectly over the trees and field that is your yard. It creates a warm glow in the room. The sight is surreal, ethereal, calm. “This is like my safe space.” You break his trance. “Especially this time of day.” His eyes find you. You’ve taken your seat on the couch and were waiting for him to sit down next to you.

You had a soft smile and were looking up at him with the most warm eyes. The warmth of the sunset made you glow. Eddie nearly dropped everything he was holding at the sight of you, finally taking you in. Half of your hair is tied back with a few shorter pieces falling onto your face,  the rest cascading down your back. The sun brought out the lighter shades in your hair and the richness of your skin. The slightest bit of mascara and eyeliner you had on was now a little smudged, smoking out around your eyes. You had changed from your airport clothes to black and dark gray, plaid pajama pants and a black, pullover hoodie that was about 3 sizes too big. You had taken off your slippers to sit cross legged on the couch, revealing a pair of brightly colored, patterned socks, the best contrast to your outfit. You pat the empty spot next to you. Eddie smiles wide and quickly makes his way over.

He sets down the cups on the coasters you have out and takes it upon himself to pour your drinks. “I hope you don’t mind just sitting and eating. I don’t have a TV in here.” Eddie shakes his head, still holding his smile.

“I don’t mind. We can just talk and eat.” He places the glass container down and smiles over to you, infecting your face with a big smile. You nod in response before breaking eye contact and looking down at the food. You reach down to grab your plate and silverware.

“Bone apple teeth.” You say before digging in, Eddie laughing and doing the same.

You two talked for hours even after you finished eating, well after the sun went down. You went back and forth talking about everything, as you normally would. Eventually, you both started talking about music and the album. It was clear you both had similar tastes in music, but one thing that neither of you weren’t expecting was the understanding you both had about what you wanted to write. Every idea, every concept you went back and forth on was never shot down. You would build up on each idea and create a story. “I am not letting you let that fantasy, Lord of the Rings inspired album slide under the rug.” Eddie said, holding up an accusing, soapy finger. You shake your head and laugh, drying the freshly cleaned dish in your hand.

“I don’t know how, but I promise I’ll make it happen.” Eddie goes back to rinsing off the last dish. “But, you have to keep your half of the bargain and actually release your own music.” You say raising a brow at him. He tilts his head and hands you another dish with a wide grin.

“Anything for you, baby.” He teases. You take the dish, biting back your smile as your cheeks burn. Eddie rinses out the sink and runs his hands under the water a final time before turning the faucet off and drying his hands. Eddie turns to lean his back against the counter, and you put down the final dish as you finish drying it. You look at the clock, and it’s almost midnight. You turn back to him. He still held a cheesy grin on his face.

“We should probably call it a night, hot shot.” You say, leaning on your arm that rests on the edge of the counter. He sighs dramatically and rolls his head.

“So soon?” He pouts. You smile a bit at his childish antics.

“Well, We have a busy day tomorrow. I don’t want you complaining about being tired while we work.” He groans and lifts himself up, leading the way around the island and out the kitchen.

You walk him to his bedroom door. “If you need anything, my room is at the top of the stairs, first door on the left.” You lean against the door frame, resting on your shoulder. Eddie stops from walking any further into the room and turns to face you. He places a hand just above your head on the door frame, leaning against it. He looks down at you with a small smirk.

“Dinner was amazing. Thank you, dollface.” You cross your arms and roll your eyes.

“‘Dollface’? Really?” You look back up to him with a less than impressed expression but biting back a smile. He shrugs, his act not wavering in the slightest.

“Heard Steve say it. I should’ve known it wouldn’t work on you.” His smirk grows into a grin. “But, seriously, thank you. Today has been amazing. I love getting to spend time with you, especially in person. You’ve definitely given me a night to remember.” His honesty makes your heart flutter, releasing your smile from its cage.

“I’m glad. You’re stuck with me for a whole week.” You scrunch your nose. Eddie finds it absolutely precious. You turn to walk away, “See ya in the mornin’!” You say without sparing him another glance. He watches you make it to the top of the stairs before yelling back.

“Goodnight, superstar!” He smiles up to the top of the stairs.

“Goodnight, rockstar!” You shout back before your door clicks closed. Eddie continues to smile up at the stairs for a few seconds before making his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He sighs happily and looks around the moonlit room letting his happiness build. He then jumps, punching the air with a huge smile on his face. He wants to let out a loud yell to release the pent up energy he has, but he restrains himself. He quickly makes his way over to the nightstand and turns on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room in a soft warm light. He reaches down to his backpack and grabs his tattered notebook and a pen. He jumps onto the bed and situates himself to lay on his stomach. He flips through a few pages of words and doodles to get to a blank page and starts writing furiously.

“Hey, girl, I’m in love with you.”

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[illarian-rambling]

Is there anything from your WIP that you want to talk about/give a more detailed explanation of but haven't had an opportunity to?

Probably the whole "in the beginning" sequence if I'm being honest. The base worldbuilding. So let's do it!

Before there was anything, there was nothing. There was darkness, silence, and the endless void. It couldn't have been called happy, this void, but perhaps it was content.

Then, a spark came into the universe. Now, we had something. There was light, sound, and chaos. There were stars and young planets and baby galaxies just beginning to glow.

In eons hence, these two forces would be called many names, but for simplicity's sake, we can call them End and Beginning. Each was a collection of minds, a colonial organism on a massive scale. For a while, there was balance between the two. The minds of Beginning resided in the stars and churned out planets, some of which harbored early, microbial life. The minds of End resided in the dark inbetween, and made sure Beginning didn't overstep its bounds. However, in time, End grew bitter. It didn't like this bright, noisy, chaotic universe. It wanted things to go back to how they were before.

And so it began to exterminate Beginning.

Stars bled out and died as the universe was plunged into war. Beginning tried to fight back, but it was a creative force, not a destructive one, and it was no match for End's gluttonous march. Billions upon billions of galaxies were destroyed, consumed by the nothing that was there first, until finally, there was only one lonely mind of Beginning left.

We can call this mind the Creator. While its brethren were being devoured, this single mind in its yellow star set to work creating sentient life. It split off two aspects of itself to do this; one to create the body, the other to forge the soul. The Illarians call these aspects Tsa and Ayu. The dwarves call them the Prime Twins. But either way, humans and dwarves were not the first people they created. First came the Araunians.

As End closed in above, chewing through the nearby stars and the more distant planets in the solar wheel, the Araunians split and morphed into the varied peoples that crowd Illaros today. Humans and goblins, sirens and selkies, and only one race of elves so far. All of these disparate people had one thing in common though; they had gods.

Through the power of their souls, divine sparks given to them by the Creator itself, the gods these peoples imagined sprang into reality. The Illarian, the Aderenon, the Nabafyrian ancestors, the Great Anglerfish, and many more. These were the children of mortality, grandchildren to the last mind of Beginning left living. This mind, the Creator, had only one message for the powerful new gods: "Get out there and fight that fucking thing!!"

The gods are not bound by the rules of creation and destruction, but instead can levy both equally. They rushed to fight End, to push it back from where it had besieged them and their makers, and they have been fighting for every moment since then. Through their efforts, the mortals of Illaros have been able to grow, develop, and evolve. The Creator has survived as the last of its kind. And though the universe is so terribly empty, it will never be nothing again, so long as the gods of Illaros defend all of something.

Without any true stars besides the sun though, what do the people of Illaros see in the night sky, you might ask? Well, they see what they think are stars---bright, white, untwinkling lights. In truth, these are the eyes of End, everwatching and everwaiting to devour the last bastion of life in all of the universe.

Thanks for the ask! I figured I'd brought End up enough that yall were owed a bit of an explanation. Hope this is interesting!

(As another side note: the words Illaros (the planet everyone lives on) and Illarian (the human gods) are so similar because they're both human words that stem from the same root. 'Illa' means horizon in Janazi (human language) and is an important concept to the seafaring people. A person from Illaros would be called Illari, though no such word exists on Illaros today, because they don't know about other planets yet, so why would they specify)

(Again, thanks for listening to me rant about worldbuilding)

(Have a bitchin day <3)

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#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #author #writeblr

[incorrect-transformersprime]

different responses to having an item pulled at tsa

optimus: no, you don’t understand. i’ve made sure everything is within regulation. i have the handbook right here, let me show you

ratchet: IM ALLOWED TO CARRY MEDICINE IM A LICENSED FUCKING DOCTOR YOU TWAT-

arcee: yeah whatever just burn whatever i’m not allowed to have

bumblebee: but this is my emotional support mini race car what do you mean i can’t have it

bulkhead: i could have sworn i put all of my liquids in my carryon. i’m already a half hour late for my flight so if you could- oh it’s okay? thank you so much

smokescreen: what do you mean i’m not allowed to have a live animal in my carry on?

ultra magnus: i’m tsa precheck we shouldn’t even be having this conversation. but if you must go through my bag make sure you put everything back where you found it. i have a specific order for everything and it must all be resealed or i will throw a fit

cliffjumper: you mean the cowboy boots are considered a weapon? since when

wheeljack: *chugs the 60oz bottle of vodka he had in his bag while glaring the tsa officer dead in the eye*

#transformers #transformers prime #incorrect quotes #incorrect transformers prime #optimus prime #ratchet #arcee #bumblebee #bulkhead #smokescreen #ultra magnus #wheeljack #cliffjumper

[newsies-are-the-new-best-thing]

Prompt: Davey and Jack take a vacation to Florida

Ugh, I don't have my computer right now, can you guess why? (Hint: this ask) but I'm going to try and write something....

So Florida is Florida, the Mordor of the USA, a political nightmare, Davey thought. Backwater alligator fuckers, was Jack's opinion, but they had had been gifted a vacation package to some tourist spot in Florida from Race who had won it in a bet, on account of him being slightly banned from the state. So, yay, here they go, two best friends, embarking on their first trip together.

Making it to the airport is a hassle and a half, Davey's pretty sure he'd be in the midst of a mental breakdown if he had time for it, but as it currently stands, they're running behind the little itinerary he's made. Beside him, Jack's trying to be a bit more level headed but even he's looking stressed, hands fidgeting with the strap of his backpack unconsciously.

"So whaddya we do after checkin' our bags?" He asks, glancing towards the counter that no one's tending.

"Well, I think we need to go through security next but since we don't have tsa pre-check, it's going to take a while and then ......

They make it to Florida through sheer willpower and determination (they both think about calling it quits multiple times but neither one wants to pass on the opportunity of seeing the other in a swimsuit) The seats were cramped and uncomfortable and Davey's especially glad to be out of them, even if it's at an ungodly hour such as five am. They get lost getting the luggage, taking the shuttle twice as Jack leans tiredly against Davey's side, eyes blearily looking for the baggage claim. Davey tries and fails not to blush and when prodded about his red cheeks from Jack, he blames it on the already muggy air. Their hotel turns into a motel which somehow turns into a king bedroom suite at a luxury resort, don't ask them how, by the time it hits eight am and they've wasted $80 on ubers, neither of them can remember all the confusing conversations they had with management. But somehow they end up in a "richy rich" hotel that's directly on the beach.

"You'd think they'd figure all this out before we got here.." Jack says yawning, as he waits for their key cards.

"At least they didn't have to deal with a tired Race" Davey says.

Jack smiles "Race is definitely the worst when he's tired"

They get their cards and are directed to their room, neither one fully acknowledging that they're going to have to share a bed. It's a beautiful suite they are given, a fully stocked kitchen and separate living room with a gorgeous view of the white sand and clear sky blue horizon, and Jack feels slightly bad that Race didn't come instead, but he knows he's probably grinning right now at their situation, the little bastard.

"It's fine if we share, right?" Davey asks while turning away from Jack and walking towards the bedroom.

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Ok so that's all I have rn but maybe I'll continue it later. Also, on a sidenote, I think it should be illegal for stores to be able to sell 1 scoop of ice cream for $8

#newsies #mine #jack kelly #davey jacobs #newsies fanfiction #racetrack higgins

[atthebell-moved]

im really puzzled by the reactions to the no fly list and its contents; were people unaware of its existence at all? were they not aware that u.s. security theater serves as islamophobic violence? like. genuine questions here. i thought this was all well known by now.

i am completely unsurprised by the news that muslims and arabs are overrepresented on the list & that there's children on it ; although obviously it's horrific news, it's completely in line with how this country thinks of islam and about national security.

news has been coming out literally since 2001 about muslims and arabs (and brown people read as arab) getting stopped and searched because of how they look or their name (not even going to link articles because there's too many to even look through; suffice to say, for the nearly 22 years this has been going on, muslims have been targeted by tsa and u.s. authorities at large to an astounding degree). there are undercover operatives in many u.s. mosques because of fears about terrorism (including an instance in which an fbi agent left a recorder in a muslim therapist & imam's office), nevermind the number of domestic terrorists who are white, christian men (here's another article with more links to data; also link is red bc it's the u.s. guardian). like the fact that we actually have access to the list is what's news to me, not the islamophobic ideology behind it.

also, sorry, why are people acting like clowning on exclusionists takes away from talking about islamophobia (although since so many people seem clueless about this issue as a whole i encourage you to look into it*)? people are sending maia death threats and wishing harm upon it bc of stupid notions about queer labels. that's not just irrelevant bc there's other news. holy fucking bingle is not detracting from anything. people can care about multiple things at a time. also i guarantee you major news outlets and the general public are talking WAY more about the list and the history of islamophobia in u.s. security theater than about bi lesbians. just bc twitter is battling over what labels are valid does not mean that's what the majority of people are focused on.

anyway if you weren't aware of how islamophobic the u.s. & specifically airline security is, please look into it.

*if you want recommendations on further readings about islamophobia in the u.s., check out Sophia Arjana's Muslims in the Western Imagination and The Arabs and Muslims in the Media: Race and Representation After 9/11 (ed. Evelyn Alsultany). i'm not muslim, but i've taken several islamic studies courses and found these to be really helpful sources in grasping islamophobic and orientalist media depictions as well as tracing the history of islamophobia in the west.

#bell.txt #islamophobia #ask to tag #do not act like clowns on this post please i do not want to deal with that

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

Tomorrow (July 30) at 1530h, I’m appearing on a panel at Midsummer Scream in Long Beach, CA, to discuss the wonderful, award-winning “Ghost Post” Haunted Mansion project I worked on for Disney Imagineering.

#20yrsago Briefing the court on Fuck https://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/crime/passionate-defense-f-word

#15yrsago UK’s ISP-record industry deal won’t stop infringement, but will make it harder for the record industry to cash in https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2008/jul/29/internet.digitalmusic

#15yrsago TSA destroys the RepRap’s first child http://blog.reprap.org/2008/07/tsa-really-wreck-reprap-child.html

#10yrsago MIT report on Aaron Swartz’s prosecution is out, and it’s a “whitewash” https://tarensk.tumblr.com/post/56881327662/mit-report-is-a-whitewash-my-statement-in

#10yrsago Rotolight sends fraudulent takedown notice to censor unfavorable review https://notesonvideo.blogspot.com/2013/07/using-copyright-infringement-claim-to.html

#10yrsago US spies supplied intelligence on investigative journalist to NZ military http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/8972743/US-spy-agencies-eavesdrop-on-Kiwi

#10yrsago Kill City Blues: Sandman Slim versus the elder gods of the dead mall https://memex.craphound.com/2013/07/30/kill-city-blues-sandman-slim-versus-the-elder-gods-of-the-dead-mall/

#5yrsago Quiet Skies: Air Marshals are following thousands of random Americans through airports and on planes, for no articulatable purpose https://apps.bostonglobe.com/news/nation/graphics/2018/07/tsa-quiet-skies/?p1=HP_SpecialTSA

#5yrsago Sacha Baron Cohen confronts Roy Moore with a beeping “pedophile detector” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kaJaDx51iw

#5yrsago Universal, having learned nothing from its “dancing baby” ass-kicking, is once again attacking Prince fans https://www.techdirt.com/2018/07/30/universal-right-back-it-issuing-dmca-reporters-video-prince-fans-singing-purple-rain/

#5yrsago Wall Street landlords are slumlords https://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/usa-housing-invitation/

#5yrsago GOP candidate who campaigned with a white supremacist condemned for Bigfoot erotica https://www.huffpost.com/entry/bigfoot-porn-house-race-virginia_n_5b5ec4f5e4b0de86f4988800

#5yrsago John Oliver’s scorching debullshitification of Facebook’s apology ads https://www.vice.com/en/article/bjb745/john-oliver-facebook-ads-last-week-tonight

#pluralistic

[ice-dancers-and-chill]

Consolation Prize

Summary: Jacques' super great plan to cheer up Josée after their TDRR loss.

Rating: K+

Warning: Mild cursing

AN: I've been meaning to write this for YEARS, but alas… a funny, evil hah-hah drabble. Wrote on Docs on mobile 😵‍💫

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Everyone cheered with congratulations as confetti and sparkles rained down onto the stage—everyone, except for the Ice Dancers. Jacques and Josée both sneered at the Cadets, who were living it up by throwing their newly acquired million dollars into the air to mix in with the confetti. 

Jacques hated them. He hated the Surfers. He hated Don. He hated all of the stupide, ugly people here. The only person here that he didn't hate, was Josée. His eyes drifted to the side to check on his partner again, but she was too busy glowering at the back of MacArthur's head to notice.

Stupide MacArthur who saved her life not even a day earlier. 

What did she want for it, a medal? It didn't matter that they would have been guaranteed fourth place without her help, it didn't matter that Josée could have… died, without her help. It was still a competition, and she didn't have any right to be all mad at Josée for playing the game as soon as the moment was over. 

Jacques huffed. Maybe he was just bitter. This whole damn race was a huge waste of time and a fantastic pain in the butt. He and Josee were so close to total reconciliation back in Montreal, and then they participated in this dumb race. They'd been pushed to their limits, had their absolute worst brought out, and fought with each other so much. And then that fiasco in the Bahamas… Ugh…

"Yes, throw all your money on the ground, very smart." Don chided the Cadets with a host-appropriately peppy side-comment. 

Jacques looked to Don, then back to the Cadets two rows ahead of them. Stupide pompous pigs, stupide…

His eyes settled lower, specifically onto the ground between the vegan Mile's sandal-clad feet in front of him. Along with the colorful confetti and some loose bills, a fairly thick clip of hundreds laid there innocently on the floor. Jacques eyebrows raised, mouth dipped low. 

Don just finished giving the season outro, and everyone yelled again, save for himself and Josée. No one was looking at him. No one was looking at anything besides the camera at the end of the stage.

Jacques did his best to not smile as he stepped his sneaker on top of the bills, a plan already forming in his bitter, handsome head.

—

"Jacques, hurry up." Josée called back to him, but her voice had lost all of its bite. 

Jacques lugged their matching pink duffle bags, one on each arm, as he walked to keep up with her. They didn't have to wear their uniforms anymore, and the straps from their bags kept pulling at his undone jacket every few steps. He stopped at the end of the line beside Josée, and stuck his lip out in thought while he looked over her tired face. Even after a night to sleep off their loss in one of the JFK Memorial Airport's hotels, Josée still looked worn out. His poor Josée, he was sure she must have a lot on her mind.

"Mon chou, why don't you go and sit by the TSA booth? I'll get our tickets and luggage taken care of." Jacques offered sweetly.

Josée looked up at him questioningly, a little miffed by his relaxed attitude after such a horrible finish yesterday. But she turned her head to the very, very long line ahead of them, and figured there was no reason that both of them needed to suffer through it.

"Fine, sure." Josée answered, still annoyed sounding. 

Jacques watched her go with a sneaky smile. He felt a little bad for not letting her in on his plan—seeing as she was so put out—but the surprise would be worth it. He felt like he needed something big to boost her spirits, and a surprise like this was a great way to do it.

—

"A'kay! All ready to go." Jacques smiled and offered her ticket to her. 

Josée took it from him and got up from her seat, trailing behind him as he walked them to TSA. As they waited in line, Josée looked over her ticket absent-mindedly, only to lose her bored expression to shock. Jacques did his best to look off, as though he hadn't been waiting for her to notice. 

"Jacques!" Josée yelled up at him, and he turned nonchalantly to her.

"What is the mat—"

"—You got us the wrong tickets!" Josée berated him, smacking the little paper against his arm. Honestly, was this so hard? Did she need to hover over him for even the simplest things? He knew she was in no mood for little screw-ups like this!

"I diiid?" Jacques asked, feigning ignorance. He took a look at his own ticket. "Ah! Sill-y me, I accidentally booked two first-class tickets for Honolulu!" 

Josée's mouth slumped to the side at his moronic grin.

"How do you even mess that up!" She steamed. "Go back over there and fix it, and make sure you get a refund! Do you know how much first-class tickets to Hawaii cost?"

"Ah, oui, I do." Jacques smiled at her smugly.

"...So go!!" Josée threw her arms to the side, in the direction of the ticket counter, but Jacques didn't make any movement to do as he was told. Josée felt like she was going to burst a blood vessel—was she going insane? He looked so damn smug, despite sounding dumber than a bag of bronze right now. 

Just when he was sure Josée might actually pop if he pushed her buttons any longer, Jacques raised his hands and patted Josée's shoulders, smoothing out her anger along with the fabric of her blouse.

"Ah ah, Josée! Not to worry, we are not paying for it." Jacques assured her. His smile morphed into something more mischievous when she shot him a confused squint.

"Those pigs are picking up the tab." He smirked, and pulled his jacket to the side just enough to reveal a neat clip of hundred dollar bills tucked into the inside pocket. 

Josée stared at the money in surprise, then back up to Jacques as he closed his jacket again. It took her a moment to realize what he was getting at, and she smiled apprehensively.

"Jacques…" Her smile grew a bit. "...where did you get that?"

"Ahh, I cannot remember!" Jacques replied, hand laid against his temple. "It was so confusing yesterday, you know, with everyone yelling, and them throwing their money all around…"

He winked at her and Josée squealed quietly. She threw her arms around his neck in a hug, and Jacques wrapped his arms across her back, his eyebrows bowed up contently. He hadn't heard her laugh at all since yesterday.

"Jacques, that is so underhanded!" Josée pulled back, smiling wide.

"Psh! They don't need it. They probably won't even notice." He rolled his eyes and set a hand onto her back as they walked to move with the line. "But we need a vacation, non?"

Josée looked up at him giddily, just like she had in Argentina. It felt like forever ago, for both of them.

"Oui, I think we do." Josée affirmed, and hugged onto his arm as… professionally as possible. 

Jacques beamed with pride.

They hadn't suffered so many losses so close together in years, and then placing third in the finale stung like bullet ant bites. But this was not ice dancing, and this was not for any medal or trophy, so he could convince himself (and then maybe Josée later) that these losses didn't matter. What mattered was that after all the losses and fighting and threats, that they were still together, side by side, arm-in-arm, and always would be. If Vancouver couldn't break them, nothing could.

He snuck a peak at Josée, who was still smiling brightly at nothing in particular. Jacques' lips curved up in admiration. Returning that smile to her face was worth more than the million ever would be.

(But a free trip to Honolulu wasn't bad, either.)

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AN: Hawaii was special to them, and now it's tainted by cursed lava rock memories. They need some new ones! ;)

#fanfic #jacques is huge brain #mine