#seriously...i'm watching this in the dark in the middle (not quite) of the night alone and I'm aha actually aha a little scared

[teyamskxawng]

What Once Was [II]

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Previously: I

The rundown: You're confused and Lo'ak is skating around his feelings and everything is a mess.

Warnings: language, love triangle (but this chapter is Lo’ak heavy), jealousy, suggestive themes, miscommunication, angst, Lo'ak can't handle change, Lo'ak is emotionally immature, everyone is kind of oblivious, characters are aged up

WC: 6.0k

A/N: heating up one side of the love triangle in this chapter! and i finally know how i'm going to end this fic...it's not how i initially intended and it'll be kind of really sad for one of the brothers, but you'll just have to wait and see ig >:)

You're only half paying attention as you trail behind your friend, Näatoä, as she skillfully navigates through the rows of your fellow clanspeople gathered around Hometree's center. Everyone's deeply immersed in their evening meals, chatting and laughing together just like any other night. Näatoä's eyes scan the surroundings intently, searching for a vacant spot for both of you to settle down and eat. All the while, she animatedly chats away about something or the other from her day, the words just spilling out as she talks to you over her shoulder.

Honestly, you're doing a fairly decent job of feigning interest in the conversation—occasionally throwing in a well-timed "mhm" or an enthusiastic "wow" every so often. You're committed to being a good friend; you swear you are. However, tonight your mind is all scattered, entirely preoccupied with the events from earlier in the day. 

Ever since returning from your excursion, there's been this nagging sensation tugging at the edge of your conscience—a feeling you can't quite shake off. It's like a massive, dark storm cloud that stubbornly refuses to dissipate. Your nerves are all tangled after witnessing what was undoubtedly the catalyst for yet another heated exchange between Lo'ak and Neteyam. Though you only caught a mere fraction of the confrontation, there's no questioning its inevitable intensification in your mind. Lately, it feels like they're always at each other's throats like that. No matter how hard you try to dismiss it as trivial sibling rivalry or youthful indiscretion, it's impossible to ignore the fact that their confrontations have grown increasingly frequent as of late. 

You genuinely hate seeing their relationship deteriorate this way. The mystery of how Jake and Neytiri manage to cope with such constant friction between those two is beyond you. It just doesn't make sense. The fact is, Lo'ak and Neteyam are brothers, and they seriously need to start acting like it. They should be learning to embrace their bond instead of perpetually defying it. 

As you wander through the bustling crowd around Hometree with Näatoä still chattering away by your side, all these concerns refuse to leave you alone—spiraling around and around in your thoughts. 

Straining your neck to see beyond a towering group of Na'vi gathered in front of you, your eyes scan the dimly lit den with an intensity fueled by your need to find any clue of the Sully family's whereabouts. Admittedly, your search is probably a little frantic and unfocused, a fact only underscored by your inability to avoid tripping over your own two feet. Except they’re not your feet—no, those feet belong to Näatoä. And there you are, gracelessly hurtling straight into her back.

"Vonvä'! Watch it," she hisses irritably, swiftly spinning around on the very heel you had stepped on. As she turns, her hand darts out to flick you hard, right in the middle of your forehead—an act that may have been deserved but still caused you to wince and bite back a curse at how painfully it stung.

Staggering backward a little from the impact, fate would have it that you manage to step on the tuft of yet another unfortunate bystander's tail. 

The resulting commotion catches the attention of several curious onlookers, their judgemental gazes swiveling in your direction as you scramble to play off the debacle with a hurried apology. 

"Sorry," you mutter hastily to both Näatoä and the poor unsuspecting Na'vi, attempting a feeble wave in their general direction while simultaneously trying to soothe the now-throbbing spot on your forehead. Näatoä clicks her tongue disapprovingly, but you notice a faint smile playing on her lips as she loops her arm around yours and pulls you down to sit next to her on the floor.

"Eat," she commands, firmly nudging your bowl of food in your direction with one hand while simultaneously grabbing her own with the other. "Before your clumsy ass knocks out the entire clan," she adds under her breath, though still audible enough for you to hear.

"It's not like I intended for everyone to be directly in my path," you mumble defensively, your words slightly garbled due to the generous mouthful of food you're trying to chew.

She rolls her eyes, and you're not entirely sure if it's because of your lack of table manners or the thick layer of sarcasm that coated your previous statement.  One thing you're certain about, though, is that she's currently employing her best imitation of sympathetic understanding by nodding her head in faux agreement. "Mhm, sure, sure," she plays along. Pausing to study you for a moment, she finally inquires, "Who were you looking for, anyway? You clearly were not listening to me." 

A mix of curiosity and amusement momentarily replaces her irritation as she watches your eyes conspicuously dart away from hers. 

"I wasn't looking for anyone," you say, shrugging your shoulders dismissively and giving your head a firm shake. You hope it comes across as more convincing than it sounds to your own ears. And as if the universe has a twisted sense of humor, that's precisely when the whole Sully family decides to enter the den.

Your eyes quickly dart across the room as you watch all six of them make their way toward the spread of food occupying the center of the room. Instantly, your ears perk up in curious anticipation, and your gaze somehow inevitably finds its way to Lo'ak, who appears just about as pissed off at the world as he did earlier that afternoon.

It's unnerving. 

Sure, Lo'ak tends to slip into these little moods every now and then, but he usually snaps out of it within a few hours or so. More importantly, he doesn't let these moods get in the way of your friendship. Yet this time feels different; he's been like this for most of the entire day—just stewing in his silent, stony sulkiness. All that just because you decided to invite Neteyam to join you.

You're yanked back from your momentary reverie by the sound of Näatoä's laughter ringing throughout your ears.

"Oh, Eywa, y/n," Näatoä says, shaking her head in disbelief. "You could not lie to save your life," She tries to stifle her snickers, but they continue to escape her in a stream of unabashed peals. You whip your head around to find Näatoä's eyes trained on the very same spot yours lingered just moments ago. 

You sneak one more furtive glance at Lo'ak's deadpan face before reluctantly turning back to confront Näatoä. Her eyes are wide, brimming with amusement, and you can't help but roll your own eyes in response. Eager to avoid the conversation, you begin devouring your meal like it's a lifeline. It's a distraction–something, anything else to focus on apart from her relentless teasing.

However, as you hurriedly stuff a piece of sturmbeest into your mouth and sneak a peek back at Näatoä, you're met with an unimpressed expression of disbelief staring back at you. As she tilts her head, she gives you an expectant look that reminds you of a parent waiting for their guilty child to come clean and explain themselves. With a heavy sigh that seems to escape from the deepest depths within you, your eyes once again flit upward to Hometree as though seeking divine intervention.

Feeling cornered, you manage to say, "Okay, I was looking for Neteyam," even though it's kind of a lie. Näatoä is right—when it comes to lying, you're notoriously bad at it. With this sudden realization gnawing at the edge of your consciousness, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Feeling self-conscious and eager to defend yourself, you scramble for something more convincing. 

"He looks good today," tumbles out of your mouth as an afterthought, and it's definitely a little bit less of a lie.

You're admittedly suspicious of Näatoä's peculiar and uncharacteristic silence as you nudge at the remaining food in your bowl. You fully expected some kind of snarky response or at least a little quip in response to your admission. The unnerving silence hangs heavy in the air, stretching out for a few seconds too many. Your curiosity eventually gets the better of you, compelling you to hesitantly lift your eyes from the remnants of your meal to take a peek at her face.

As expected, Näatoä is already staring right back at you—her yellow eyes all narrowed and her lips pulled up into a self-satisfied grin.

"What?" Your voice comes out as a hesitant whisper, unable to conceal just how thoroughly disconcerted you are by her unreadable expression.

Entirely out of the blue, Näatoä casually remarks, "So you think Lo'ak looks good, too."

For a moment, you're completely baffled by the statement, unsure of how she even arrived at that conclusion. You let out a scoff, probably a little louder than necessary. She always seems to do this—persistently attempting to insinuate that there's some sort of unspoken chemistry between you and Lo'ak, despite your constant reassurances that absolutely nothing is going on. It has never been like that between the two of you.

"I said Neteyam," you clarify with an exasperated tone, firmly grasping her ear and speaking into it in a bid to make your point penetrate through her thick skull.

With some effort, Näatoä wriggles away from your grip and manages to free her ear from your pinching fingers; however, her expression remains unchanged. If anything, it broadens into an even more sinister grin—all her sparkling-white teeth on full display—seeming to feed off the frustration reflected in your expression.

"You do not think they look alike?" she inquires innocently, her gaze drifting towards the two subjects of your conversation. Casually and needlessly clarifying the glaringly obvious fact for you, she adds, "They're brothers." You bite back the urge to sarcastically retort, 'No shit,' out of pure spite.

Your eyes can't help but follow suit, and you watch Lo'ak and Neteyam as they trail behind their family, each carrying a bowl of food in their hands. They both wear similar bored expressions on their faces. It's like they're perfectly synchronized as they sit down in unison and pick up identical pieces of fruit from their respective bowls. It's at that very moment that their eyes find yours, which are already gazing intently in their direction.

It's too late to pretend you weren't watching them, so you just offer a weak smile, trying to play it casual. You then quickly avert your eyes, focusing back on the food in front of you.

And now you're all conflicted, because admitting that Lo'ak is handsome was never something you allowed yourself to do. He's just Lo'ak. You see his stupid face every single day without it ever bothering you. However, deep down inside, you know he's undeniably good-looking. In fact, he's probably very good-looking by most people's standards, given how you hear some of your friends go on and on about him. But there's a huge difference between finding someone objectively attractive and being genuinely attracted to them. 

You're not attracted to Lo'ak. Maybe you're attracted to Neteyam, but definitely not to your best friend. They don't even look remotely similar; Näatoä is just being a skxawng for the sake of humor, right? Right. At least, that's what you keep telling yourself in an attempt to calm down your sudden uproar of emotion.

It's really no surprise when you hear the unmistakable chime of Näatoä's laughter filling the air beside you.

"Shut up," you whisper under your breath, not even bringing yourself to look in her direction. You're well aware that your face is turning a deep shade of purple, and that would almost certainly spur her on even more. As much as Näatoä tries to suppress her snickers with the back of her hand, she's failing miserably at it, and you have to pinch her leg hard to finally get her to knock it off.

Fortunately, as the meal progresses, Näatoä manages to rein in her teasing antics, allowing the atmosphere to shift into one of relative peace. Your previous stress starts to wither away, the pressure that was once heavy on your shoulders begins to ease, and you're relieved that things seem to have settled down for the time being. 

And surprisingly, Lo'ak's demeanor seems to have changed for the better. ​​Amidst all the quiet munching and chit-chatting, as your fellow clanspeople are concluding their meals and winding up their conversations, you can't help but feel his eyes on you. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you catch his gaze once more. You regard him with a puzzled expression, your face scrunched up in confusion.

Lo'ak genuinely smiles at you—a warm and sincere smile that makes you instantly feel at ease. Then, he subtly tilts his head toward the outskirts of Hometree. Your gaze naturally follows the trajectory of his discreet gesture, and you find yourself filled with an unparalleled surge of joy. 

You don't even need him to say anything else; you understand what Lo'ak is proposing: another one of your late-night adventures through the forest after dinner. It’s always been one of your favorite activities from your childhood—the memories of you and Lo'ak stealthily slipping out past Hometree, blatantly defying curfew and avoiding the watchful eyes of your elders with adventurous hearts still bring a smile to your face. Those shared moments built the foundation of the unbreakable bond between the two of you—a bond so special that words fail to do it justice. And even still, each of your late-night treks serves as a reminder of your unwavering closeness. The mere thought of it makes your heart race with anticipation, and it's like your mood instantly heightens tenfold.

There's no need for further discussion or confirmation; your enthusiastic nod toward Lo'ak speaks volumes about your eagerness to accept his invitation. That simple gesture reveals the child-like excitement bubbling inside you as visions of rediscovering the forest with him flash before your eyes. 

In record time, you stuff the last remaining bits of food into your mouth 

and offer a hasty farewell to a perplexed-looking Näatoä. Then, with an invigorated spark in your eyes, you swiftly rise to your feet and navigate through the crowded den full of Na'vi toward the exit.

The anxiety that had been plaguing you earlier now feels like a distant memory as you emerge onto the well-worn path just beyond the edge of Hometree. The encroaching darkness makes it difficult to see, so you squint your eyes, scanning your surroundings in the hopes of spotting Lo'ak. Almost on cue, you're greeted by a familiar four-fingered hand mischievously wrapping around the back of your neck. The sensation tickles, causing an involuntary squeak to escape from you as you instinctively hunch your shoulders for protection, which only succeeds in trapping his hand even more firmly in place. You probably look stupid, and Lo'ak's snort of laughter basically confirms your suspicions. Despite numerous instances of this exact situation playing out in the past, you never learn.

"You're not allowed to touch my neck," you gasp out between gritted teeth while struggling to dislodge his hand from its entrenched position. In your efforts, you dig your nails into his hand with a little more force than necessary, but he deserves it.

You could swear that Lo'ak is quietly mocking you under his breath as he hastily withdraws his hand from your vice-like grip with a pained grimace. 

"Come on," he says, this time clear enough for you to hear. He casts a glance your way and good-naturedly shakes his head at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. His grin is infectious as he takes the lead, plunging boldly ahead into the dense forest—and without any hesitation or delay, you happily trail behind him. 

Together, under the forest canopy dappled by moonlight and shadows stretching along the dirt path beneath your feet, you forge ahead through rich foliage and night sounds carried on a soft breeze. Like always, you take deep breaths of the fresh evening air as you move through the lush flora. The crisp night air fills your lungs while nocturnal critters rustle in the underbrush nearby like a comforting symphony of life. 

It's completely dark out, save for patches of bioluminescence shimmering within the forest's depths, by the time you and Lo'ak finally find a spot where you can stop for a while and just revel in each other's company, completely immersed in the natural world around you.

Here in this hidden corner of the forest, the two of you sit side by side on a moss-covered log, your legs swinging gently off its side. You're resting on the edge of a steep drop-off, the quiet world unfolding beneath you. The breathtaking panorama of the entire forest landscape lays out before you–trees stretching out as far as the eye can see, their leaves shimmering under the light of a million stars. The cool night air brushes past your skin, almost as if the forest is whispering its secrets just for you.

The beauty of your surroundings envelops you, and for a moment, you feel completely at ease. Just for a moment, though. Because just as soon as you start to settle into the tranquility, an eerie quiet settles in, and your brain begins to race, pulling you forcibly back into the confusing chaos that is reality. Your thoughts ricochet between the palpable tension stewing between Lo'ak and Neteyam—a tension that you're about 95% sure is entirely of your own making—to Näatoä's quips that are seemingly light-hearted and casual but at the same time carry weighty truths within them. You're increasingly aware of the fact that you might find your best friend—the guy sitting next to you at this very moment—attractive. All these thoughts and realizations crash together until there's so much tension in the air that it suffocates the once-peaceful landscape.

As you sit there ruminating on all these complex emotions, memories of countless nights spent side by side with Lo'ak—your closest confidant—flood your mind. Nights where both of you basked in each other's company, wrapped in a comforting silence that now feels so foreign to you. The silence that envelops the two of you now is anything but comfortable—a stark contrast to the past. It's thick and heavy with unspoken emotions threatening to swallow both of you whole.

Your heart pounds in your chest as every tiny detail around you seems to come into focus. You're suddenly hyper-aware of yourself, of the way you're sitting, of the way you're breathing, of the way you're fidgeting. And just like that, you convince yourself that Lo'ak can undoubtedly sense your escalating anxiety. And he is, you decide, definitely acting weird, too, which only fuels your growing unease. This strange dance between silence and apprehension leaves you feeling like you're floating outside the realm of reality. You're surprised by how much you regret agreeing to spend time with Lo'ak tonight. It's a disconcerting thought, given how close the two of you are. He's your best friend, But even now, as he sits right beside you, he seems far, far away. This newfound distance looms like a mountain between you and him, something imperceptible yet undeniably real.  

This dissonance starts to gnaw at you from within; confusion swirls through your mind until it's nearly suffocating. You feel a desperate need to distance yourself from Lo'ak before things spiral out of control and you do something stupid.

Gathering every ounce of willpower, you force yourself to stand up and walk away for a moment, hoping to regain some semblance of composure. Distracted by your inner turmoil, you barely avoid tripping over a protruding tree root in your path. The unmistakable sound of beads clashing together in Lo'ak's hair reaches your ears, and you know he must be whipping his head around to watch your graceless departure. Muttering a curse under your breath, you resolve to pay more attention to where you're stepping and make a genuine effort not to fall flat on your face. 

Choosing to ignore Lo'ak's watchful gaze, you shift your focus to the ground beneath your feet. You inhale deeply; take a moment of respite. You need it. The nocturnal world vibrates with life as dimly glowing flora light up your path, and each one of your steps awakes a spark of luminance beneath your feet. On any other night, this moonlit scenery would have you pausing at every flowering plant and reaching out to brush every radiant leaf in captivated wonder.

But tonight, none of it seems to stir your emotions. Your thoughts are far, far away.

To shake off this suffocating feeling, you feign interest in a nearby bioluminescent plant that glimmers in the corner of your eye, its surface shimmering with residual moisture from an earlier downpour.

You zone out slightly as the rhythmic pitter-patter of water droplets falls onto the illuminated leaves. Half-heartedly watching the display before you, each time a droplet makes contact with the plant's surface, it changes colors and brightens the surrounding shadows just a bit. Mesmerizing greens and blues dance over its exterior in hypnotic sequences. Yet even amidst such beauty, you find yourself feeling disconnected from it all.

Lo'ak's voice interrupts your thoughts as he asks from his position on the ground, "What are you looking at?" You barely register his question as it reaches your consciousness and floats around like another leaf in the wind. You don't even bother to turn around to look at him; you know his curious gaze remains fixed on you.

"Nothing," you respond nonchalantly, and it's not even really a lie. You're lost in your thoughts, letting your eyes bore aimlessly into the swirling colors of the bioluminescent plant before you.

Lo'ak seems to accept your answer at first, staying quiet as if giving you your space. You assume he's decided to drop his probing at that, leaving you to your wandering thoughts. But it's not even ten seconds before you hear the soft crunch of his footsteps gradually approaching from the distance. Soon enough, you sense the warmth of his presence right behind you. Like, seriously right behind you.

He's so close that you can pick up on every tiny inhale and exhale he takes as he breathes, and it sends goosebumps across your skin. The air feels electric as Lo'ak wraps his arms around your middle, his chin nestling comfortably in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder. He fits there perfectly, as if that little spot was made specifically for him.

"You okay?" he asks in a soft murmur, genuine concern lacing his voice. As he speaks, you can feel the rumble of his words resonate through your entire being from your closeness.

This level of closeness isn't entirely out of character for you both; you were naturally touchy from years of friendship. But something about this particular moment feels different: more profound, more intensely charged. It's a heightened sensitivity that causes your heart to skip a beat. 

You don't trust yourself to speak, so you simply nod in assurance. But that makes your cheeks inadvertently brush against one another's, which in turn makes your heart feel like it's about to explode from your chest. Every part of you seems to react to the minute touch. Your ears twitch nervously, and your tail thrashes wildly, smacking Lo'ak standing behind you. Your gaze falls to a random spot on the forest floor, as if it could somehow calm the rapid beating of your heart.

But Lo'ak doesn't make things any easier. Instead, he starts tracing dizzying little patterns on the sensitive skin just above the edge of your loincloth with his thumb. It makes the muscles in your stomach tense up, but before you can even begin to gather yourself and process what's happening, Lo'ak's lips softly press against the curve of your shoulder. It's hesitant, but it's there. It's a kiss, not just some figment of your imagination. 

Lo'ak grows bolder with every tender kiss he plants—first onto the jut of your collarbone and then gently into the crook of your neck. Somewhere amid this flurry of tender affection, your eyes close without your permission and your breath starts coming out all airy and high. Each point where his lips come into contact with your skin sends shivers down your spine, a storm of tingles so strong and still somehow so delicate. Lo'ak's arms tighten around you, and in response, you tilt your head to the side in an unspoken invitation for him to continue doing whatever the fuck it is that he's doing to you. You're not sure what it is or what it even means at this point. All you know is that it feels so good.

A murmured "Lo'ak" escapes from your lips without any real forethought. You're so out of it, not even sure of the intended purpose behind saying his name aloud, but the breathiness of your voice only seems to spur him further into action.

As if compelled by an unseen force, Lo'ak's hands slide from your front, his fingers fluidly tracing the curves of your hips. They travel upwards, following the contour of your waist and pulling you even closer into his embrace. Your head dips forward, and Lo'ak takes advantage of your momentary shift to nose at the nape of your neck. He's soft and insistent as he breathes you in, pressing tender kisses into the delicate skin there.

He's like an anchor. You willingly sink into his touch, allowing yourself to be consumed by it as you press yourself closer into him, closer into the firmness at the front of his loincloth. Lo'ak's shuddering breath brushes warmly against your neck. 

You can feel his fingers dancing across your skin, exploring every contour and curve as they move lower, down towards your stomach. Just barely grazing over the fabric of your own loincloth, his touch comes tantalizingly close to that one spot where desire pools and threatens to overflow. It wouldn't even take much; all he'd have to do is just nudge your legs apart, slip his fingers beneath the hem of your loincloth–

Your entire being seems to crave him with an inexplicable intensity. This sudden longing is all-encompassing, completely overwhelming in its power, unlike anything you've ever experienced. You feel overwhelmed by the very idea; just contemplating the possibility is enough to push you to the limits because you've never let yourself feel that way about Lo'ak. Ever. 

As if on cue, reality asserts itself with a sharp jolt that clears away any lingering fogginess from your mind. The scene that moments ago felt like a hazy dream now stands starkly before you in sharp relief. 

This is Lo'ak—the same Lo'ak who has never displayed any signs or shown any inclination of wanting anything more than a pure, platonic friendship. Yet, here he is, just inches away from crossing that line.

"Wait. Lo'ak, stop." Your voice is firm, no longer caught in the confusion that clouded your mind moments ago.

And that brings Lo'ak to an abrupt halt, his lips lingering on your neck for half a second before he pulls away with lightning speed. He almost pushes you away from him in his haste, taking a full step back and blinking down at you like an idiot. You'd laugh at him if the situation wasn't so dire. 

"What are you doing?" you question him point-blank, devoid of any humor. Your voice feels like it's lodged firmly in your throat.

For a moment, Lo'ak stands there before you as if shocked by your question. His chest heaves with how hard he's breathing, and he stumbles over his words as he attempts to find an explanation that'd make sense of his actions. "Shit... I'm sorry... I just..."

His voice trails off into nothingness. It's like his brain has suddenly given up on trying to form coherent words. Observing his evident difficulty in explaining himself, your expression shifts to a mix of annoyance and confusion at his sudden hesitance. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing just moments ago when he had you all pressed against him.

With growing frustration, you decide to push Lo'ak even further. "You just what?" you demand impatiently. Lo'ak can't seem to maintain eye contact, his eyes darting away from you as he nervously licks his lips. You can almost see the gears in his mind turning, attempting to catch up with the pace of the conversation. 

At long last, it seems as though he finally manages to gather up his scattered thoughts.

"You seriously don't know?" he asks, which only serves to confuse you even more.

"Obviously, I don't know!" By this point, your irritation with Lo'ak is reaching its peak. You're about two seconds away from strangling him.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he admits quietly, leaving your breath hitched in your throat. "It's not like how friends think about each other, though. It's been building up inside me, and it all just...came out. I don't know."

His unexpected confession takes you entirely by surprise; however, that tiny flame of anger still flickers within the depths of your soul, refusing to be snuffed out quite so easily. You weren't born yesterday—you're well aware that this sudden whirlwind of emotions has something to do with your recent closeness to Lo'ak's brother. You've sensed the palpable tension between them whenever you're in their company. The only thing puzzling you is why you hadn't picked up on Lo'ak's apparent feelings for you sooner. It's not like your conversations had ever veered into this kind of territory before.

"Why did this suddenly surface now, of all times? As soon as I start to get close to Neteyam?" you ask, completely overwhelmed with uncertainty and confusion. "You've never shown any interest in wanting to do–" 

With a futile sweeping gesture of your hand, you try to wordlessly convey everything Lo'ak did to you, every complicated emotion and tingling sensation he evoked. None of it could be put into words.

"–all of that stuff," you finally say, even as the memories send a flush of heat crawling up your cheeks.

Lo'ak seems to recoil from the conversation. His voice lowers to a barely audible whisper, and his eyes shift away, uneasy about meeting yours as he mutters his next words. "Because I never let myself believe someone could come in and take you from me like he did."

This sudden confession sends your emotions spiraling into new territory. A part of you fills with warmth as you realize just how much Lo'ak values your connection and how deeply he cherishes what lies between the two of you—something truly heartwarming. But an entirely different part of you wants to slap the taste out of his mouth for even insinuating that you're some kind of commodity, an item that he has claim over. The urge flares and fades as quickly as it arrives. That's a conversation for another time.

You press further, seeking clarity: "And what if Neteyam never came into the picture…? Is this just some stupid game you're trying to beat your brother at?" 

A deafening silence hangs in the air as Lo'ak's ears pin flat against his skull. His eyes flicker all over your face, revealing an array of emotions difficult to decipher, and you're unsure if you even want to understand them. You don't know if it'd break your heart or not. He attempts to reach for your arm—a familiar gesture that usually brings you comfort, but you instinctively pull away, letting out a heavy sigh of frustration.

"I'm not a toy for you to mess around with, Lo'ak. Just spit it out. What is this?" You wave a hand back and forth between the two of you, almost frantically, desperation overpowering your self-control. You just need a clear answer.

"You're my best friend," Lo'ak says, but that isn't what you're looking for. If he's actually serious—if this isn't just a ploy to one-up his brother—then you need to hear him be honest about his feelings. So, you press him further with a pointed inquiry: "And?"

Lo'ak's eyebrows knit together as he stares at you like you've just asked him the most bizarre question. 

"And what? What else is there to say?" As soon as those words leave Lo'ak's lips, you know he knows he fucked up. His eyes widen in panic as his mouth opens and closes like a stupid fish, scrambling to save face.

With an unimpressed huff of laughter, you shake your head at him—not a hint of genuine amusement present in the sound. Because he said it himself; you were just his best friend. Nothing else, nothing more than a tool to serve his chronic lack of self-confidence. Now that he's gotten his lick, he can go brag about it to his brother, and then he can go fuck himself.

You stand there, arms tightly crossed over your middle, gripping your elbows with such intensity that your skin turns pale beneath your fingers. But this only serves as a reminder of how Lo'ak had his arms around you, and that makes you want to throw up. Hastily releasing your grip, you uncross your arms and swallow back the sickening feeling of being used. 

Your mother always tells you that you're too friendly, too naive and vulnerable for your own good. It's part of the reason why your parents encouraged you to be a warrior—so you could protect yourself from the people who have the wrong intentions. But you never let yourself think it'd be Lo'ak who would try to hurt you. 

You feel yourself becoming increasingly detached from the present moment. There's nothing left here for you, no reason for the charade to continue any longer.

It's all so stupid. Everything about the situation is a mess; you can't stand being in Lo'ak's presence anymore. It's like you're seeing straight through him, like your best friend has suddenly morphed into someone you can barely recognize.

"Please just go away," you say to him, and to your embarrassment, your voice quakes with the intensity of emotions coursing through you. The overwhelming feeling is enough to make you avert your eyes from Lo'ak, choosing instead to turn completely around and refocus on the vast expanse of forest stretching out behind you. It doesn't really matter what you're looking at now—it could be an endless black void, for all you're aware. Your mind is consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts, and as you fight back the tears threatening to spill over, all you can think about is how much you want to crawl into the nearest hole and die.

"Y/n," Lo'ak tries, but your resolve remains steadfast, even more so as a burning tear leaves a trail down your cheek. Thankfully, Lo'ak isn't as stupid as you thought he was. Soon enough, his retreating footsteps echo away until they ultimately fade into the deep forest's embrace. You take this time to silently count in your head— 

One... two... three... 

—pushing yourself all the way up to one hundred before finally giving yourself permission to break this self-imposed stillness. Hastily, your hand darts up to erase any hints of tears from your cheeks while desperately trying to sniffle back those that still insist on escaping their confines.

Even though you heard Lo'ak's retreat, you can't help but cling to the irrational fear that he might still be lingering somewhere nearby. So, with a heavy sigh and reluctant hesitation, you decide to face your fears and take a good look around, just to put your mind at ease.

The forest is just as it was before: bathed in shadows and silence, save for the gentle humming of Pandoran night sounds that fill your ears. You're completely alone, and the weight of solitude hangs heavy on your shoulders. 

You're still trying to decide whether you should be happy about that or not. 

A/N: next chapter should be much more Neteyam-centric. that's all i'm gonna say tho

Taglist (ily <3):

@taleiak, @ineedafictionalman

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[genocidehim]

Lalo starstruck seeing you walking on the side of the road and offering you a ride

notes: reader is female words: 873

Cold weather was starting to be noticed in Albuquerque when Lalo had just arrived in the country. He was usually used to the heat of the afternoons, but the change in climate did not bother him, and he continued with his plans of surveillance.

Lalo was starting to integrate easily into the business on the other side of the border; his territory was Mexico, and he seemed to have no problem using his unorthodox methods to test his hypotheses and suspicions. He knew the chicken man was up to something and needed to find out what it was. He had been observing the chicken factory almost all morning and afternoon, and although he wasn't physically tired, he felt less active than usual. It could have been the intense sun of Albuquerque that weakened him or simply the fact that he hadn't taken his four-hour nap in the last two days.

If he had been more distracted while driving, he would not have noticed you getting out of a pretty ugly car and shouting several things to the driver. He slowed down and watched you as he drove with several meters of distance between you.

You were a pretty young girl, and from what he could tell, too proud to get back into the car you had just gotten out of. You seemed upset; the tension in your shoulders and the way you clenched your fists in response showed it, and for a moment, Lalo forgot all his fatigue and focused his attention on something other than the chicken man, not when you were just a few meters away from him. He approached you with his car and slowed down to match your pace when he decided to speak.

"Do you need a ride, sweetheart?" he asked with his natural charm, offering you a warm smile.

When you noticed the Chevrolet Monte Carlo approaching you and heard his voice, you almost jumped out of surprise, but you kept walking while grumbling.

"No, thanks."

He laughed at your response and kept insisting.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, and it's starting to get pretty cold. Do you really prefer to walk and let the night catch you?"

His insistence was starting to be annoying until you turned around and looked at him for the first time; he was a mature man, his gray hair was a clear indication of that. His smile almost seemed to dazzle you if it weren't for his dark gaze that almost made you sigh. The guy was quite attractive and sounded nice.

"I'm sorry, but I have a certain sense of self-preservation, and I don't want to get in a car with a stranger."

He laughed arrogantly and took a look at the road before continuing to watch you while driving slowly.

"If you stay here alone, I don't think you have much sense of preservation. Even more so when this area is known to have coyotes."

Your expression of terror almost made him laugh out loud when you stopped walking and stood there terrified, then you looked at him seriously before speaking.

"How far are we from the city...?"

"About ten minutes by car, but at your pace it would be almost three hours."

You grumbled again and seemed annoyed at having to accept his offer. When Lalo stopped the car, you opened the passenger door and got in, settling into the expensive seat. A masculine cologne smell filled your nostrils and almost made you sigh with pleasure. The guy not only looked good, but he smelled even better.

"Where do you want me to drop you off, sweetheart?" he asked gently, but you didn't really know what to say. Your only option was to go back home and meet your idiot of a boyfriend, but you were too upset to show up at that house.

"I don't know..." you responded somewhat uncomfortably as you rubbed one of your arms. "I really don't know where to go, I don't know the area very well."

"Aren't you from Albuquerque?"

"No, I'm from another state. I've been here for a short time, but I don't know the place very well" you said.

"Okay, then I'll take a ride and you can tell me where you want to stay. Does that sound good?" he replied.

You nodded in response and he smiled before starting the car again, driving at a moderate speed without being too excessive.

"What's your name?" he asked kindly, and after receiving your answer, he seemed somewhat delighted, as if your name sounded quite attractive to him. "I'm Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo."

"Lalo… are you from here?"

"No, I'm from Mexico."

"No wonder…" you said.

Lalo became curious upon hearing your response. He turned towards you and gave you a quick glance. "No wonder what?"

"You don't find men like you here in Albuquerque."

That attempt at flirting made him burst out laughing. Not only were you pleasant, but you also seemed quite clever when it came to speaking.

"Now I'm curious. What kind of man am I?" he asked playfully, almost mischievously.

Seeing you begin to hesitate and think too much made him smile again, accompanied by a soft chuckle.

You had truly dazzled him.

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[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕.

❥ james potter x reader

❥ summary; it's august 1978 and you had fallen in love with a boy who saw you as nothing more but a summer fling.

❥ warnings; smut, angst, also it's non magic au, for the sake of this story, your name is august & your best friends' names are beatrice & isadora because why not

❥ word count: 4,1k

❥ a/n: this seriously took me like a month to write and i am today already too tired to reread this so if there are any mistakes, i apologize.

❥ inspired by august by taylor swift :)

meeting

i had met him at my friend beatrice's birthday party.

she told me earlier that day that her cousin james is coming to our town to spend the second half of summer holidays with beatrice and her parents.

bea dragged me through the crowded garden of her house, accidentally making spill their drinks out of the red plastic cups. she seemed to ignore it and so i apologized for her.

when she finally stopped walking and let go of my arm, i was standing in front of her older brother max and a boy i had never seen before.

he was beautiful. divine, to be exact. with his brown skin and jet black curls that fell to his dark eyes. his plump lips curled into a gorgeous smile whenever max said something funny. he let out a laugh, his head thrown back. at that moment i didn't know it but i'll be dreaming about that laugh in the middle of the night, sometimes even feeling like i could actually hear it.

he was quite tall with a fit figure, looking really handsome in his white button-up shirt and blue jeans, almost like some kind of actor.

he glanced at me and bea, eyes lighting up at the sight of his favourite cousin. i looked at my best friend who was grinning at him like a little child.

"jamie," she spoke and met my eyes, "this is my bestest friend, august."

when i glanced back at james, he was already standing closer to me, with his hand out, waiting for me to shake it. i gave him my hand.

"james. nice to meet you." he smiled and for a moment, i felt something in my tummy and my knees got a bit weak.

"nice to meet you, too." i smiled.

back then, i didn't know it but he was about to shatter me

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blush

two or three hours later, the sky was getting darker and i could be found sitting on a folding chair with a red cup in my hand filled with something beatrice had mixed for me.

i was sitting with my friends. beatrice was sitting on the lap of her boyfriend charlie, causing max to send them a glare although he was starting to get a bit too cozy with his girlfriend too. my other best friend isadora sat on a blanket on the grass with her girlfriend's head lied on her thighs. all my friends had someone or were close to having someone and there i was: single and all alone.

it's not that i never liked anyone. i liked a lot of people but when it came to actually dating them, it didn't last long for some reason. i always told myself they weren't the one or that i was too young for serious relationships. and maybe that was true but in all honesty, i craved for somebody at that moment. i craved for the feeling for being who i was and not for my looks and body.

i wondered what kind of guy was james. was he like the boys i dated or was he like the boys from romantic movies i watched when i felt sad and lonely?

speaking of james, he was just walking to my group of friends after talking to almost everyone in the garden. he sat down next to my chair on the grass and looked at me. he noticed my distant stare and elbowed me in my leg. i glanced at him and smiled slightly.

"what got you all sad, doll?" he whispered but even through the music and voices of all the people, i heard him.

i shook my head and forced a smile. "i'm not sad, just tired."

he gave me a look. "that's not true, you were all happy like three minutes ago."

"oh," i smirked and raised an eyebrow. "were you watching me, james. . .?" i tilted my head and frowned.

"potter. james potter. and yes, i was watching you. but you can't blame me, can you?"

i opened my mouth to say something but no words were coming out. blood rushed to my cheeks and i found yourself to be frozen. i felt a bit pathetic to feel like that about a guy i had just met but no one could blame me. he looked like an angel.

"n-no, i suppose you can't." i took a sip of my drink in hopes to hide my pink cheeks.

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a crush

a week passed and because i spent every day at beatrice's house, i also saw james every day. sometimes when you and bea would watch television in the living room, my eyes would slip away from the tv to the window to the garden where i could see shirtless james playing rugby with max and some of max's friends.

i couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles glistened with sweat under the hot august sun. he was incredibly attractive and i was sure he knew that of himself because when he ran back inside to the house to get himself a glass of water, he would wink at me before running back outside and i could feel myself melting.

i thought i did a good job hiding my innocent little crush on james. turns out everyone knew about it. when this winking moment happened one tuesday, for the second time that day, i sank back into the couch and smiled to myself.

beatrice, who was sitting next to me, said, "he really likes you."

i turned your head to face her but her eyes were glued to the television screen.

"do you like him, too?" she asked

"um, yeah, i suppose," i replied. "he. . . he seems really nice."

she snorted and i snapped my head towards her again.

"what?"

she shook her head. "nothing, you just look at him as if he was the only boy under the whole sun. oh and also as if you wanted to shag him."

my eyes widened. "i absolutely do not look at james that way."

"uhm, yes, you do." isadora appeared behind the sofa. "everyone thinks that." she took a seat next to me.

"everyone?" i said.

isa nodded. "everyone."

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first kiss

i was rolling on your side of beatrice's bed for what felt like an eternity, trying to fall asleep. but, of course, i was very unsuccessful. it was too hot for my liking. i wasn't covered by the covers anymore and if i was in my house, i would already be naked but i weren't and so i had to suffer.

maybe a glass of water with like fifteen cubes of ice wouldnt be bad, i thought and slipped out of the bed. i sighed happily at the feeling of slightly cold floor when my feet touched it.

i was careful not to wake up beatrice, hissing at the floor when it screeched quite loudly. however, bea continued to be asleep.

i quietly opened the door and closed them when i stepped into the hall. the light coming from downstairs quickly caught my attention, especially when I noticed that the door to the guest room, where james slept, was open.

i took a deep breath and made my way down the stairs, the stairs also screeched and i was sure james already knew someone was there.

and i was right, he was already looking at me. he was leaning against the counter with an empty glass in his hand.

he was only in his sleeping shorts and i let my eyes linger on his chest and abs way too long.

james cleared his throat, making me look him in the eyes. he smiled and said, "well, hello there."

"oh, hi," i replied shyly.

"couldn't sleep?" he asked and as if he already knew, he opened the cupboard and took out a glass, filled it with water and put about four ice cubes into it.

"no, it's too hot." i said and took the glass from james, mumbling a quiet thank you.

he grinned at me. "well, maybe, you're just too hot."

feeling brave, i responded with, "maybe you have the same problem."

he smiled to himself, took my glass and his and set it on the counter. i watched him with confusion all over my face. then, he walked closer to me.

i didn't break eye contact as he walked over to me. i didn't break it when his palms appeared on my hips. you didn't break it when they travelled from there to my sides, to my shoulders, and to the sides of my face. i didnt break it when his face got so close to mine that i could feel his breath on my face. but when i broke it, it was because i closed my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me

he was a good kisser, great even. the feeling of his lips on mine made me shiver and warm at the same time.

his hands moved from my face to my lower back and then back to my hips, gripping them slightly.

i pulled away and pushed his body so he hit the counter and then kissed him deeply, running my hands through his curls, making him sigh into my mouth. i made him pull away by pulling his hair. i briefly smiled at him before attaching my lips to his jawline.

that's all i did for the next ten minutes, just kissing nothing more and i couldn't be happier.

when we two stopped, i had secretly hoped he would invite me to his room to continue there. but he didn't and i thought it's fine, cause it can't last if it rises fast. and by that, i meant our relationship and not his penis.

when we two were done, he kissed my forehead and whispered, "goodnight" before disappearing into the dark of the first floor, leaving me there with messy hair and a smile on my face.

i glanced at the clock, it was almost three in the morning.

i was sure i won't even think about closing my eyes that night.

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i remember thinking I had you

me and james were lying on our towels on the grass in front of a swimming pool that bea's family had in their garden.

i didn't know what we two were and i was too afraid to ask him, thinking he'll say you mean nothing to him and that it was just a kiss that he'll soon forget about anyway.

i was staring at him. he was lying on his belly, his eyes were closed and his mouth was a bit open, letting out soft sighs every so often.

suddenly, he opened his eyes and at the sight of me looking back at him made him smile and bite his lip. he reached for my hand that lied between us, intertwining his fingers with mine. i felt my heart picking up its' pace, almost feeling like it's gonna jump right out of my chest into james's and glue to his heart. he brought my hands to his lips and kissed my knuckles, making me smile so widely that my cheeks began to ache.

i sat up and then swang my leg over james's back so i was sitting on his bed.

"what are you doing?" he mumbled.

i didn't answer and brought my pointing finger to his back and i began to write.

A

U

G

U

S

T

he let out a quiet laugh when he realized what i was writing.

i remember thinking i had him.

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whispers of "are you sure?"

later that day, or maybe it was a bit after midnight, i was lying in bed next to beatrice. after all that swimming and running in the garden, we all were tired. i truly were but i couldn't close my eyes. i was thinking about him. i couldn't help myself but think about his beautiful face, his eyes —god the way he looked at me, his lips and the passionate kiss, his hands and how they felt on the sides of my head, his body and how it glistened under the sun as i wrote iname on his back and when he smiled after it. 

i was doomed and i knew it. 

suddenly, i heard the floor creak, my ears perking up as i sat up and listened quietly. 

i couldn't recognise whose footsteps it was so i cursed quietly under my breath and waited a few seconds before i got out of the bed, quietly walked to the door and pressed my ear to it. i couldn't hear a thing so you opened the door and peeked my head to the hall. no doors to other rooms were opened, nor was there any light under it. 

i closed the door behind me and walked downstairs, praying that when i get there, i'll see james.

and i did. 

he was standing there again with no shirt, only sweatpants, his hair a typical mess he never bothered to fix. 

"hey," i said and he turned around, already smiling because he recognised my voice. 

"i was hoping you'll show up," he admitted and took a step towards me. blood rushed into my cheeks as i did the same. 

"were you?" i asked. 

james hummed. "so i could do this," again, he put his hands at the sides of my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. 

i wrapped my arms around his torso, fingers brushing against the waistband of his sweatpants. i really wanted to take it off but i was afraid he didn't want to do the same. 

that was until his hands found the hem of my pyjama t-shirt. i could feel him gripping it. 

i pulled away from the kiss. "take it off," i mumbled against his lips. 

"are you sure?" he whispered. 

i nodded. "never have i ever before."

some minutes and more whispers of "are you sure?" later, i was lying completely naked on the living room sofa. james was naked too, his body looking better than i imagined in my dreams. 

he sat on the sofa, his knees on the sides of my hips, bending above me. 

i grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him down, kissing him over and over again. 

his lips soon found a way to my jaw and neck and started nibbling at it, making me sigh happily. 

he sit back up and stared at my chest and suddenly, he said, "you may have the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen."

i let out a quiet laugh. "have you seen a lot of them?"

"no," he answers and gets dangerously close to my left breast. "maybe six or seven."

i was about to let out another laugh but it turns into a moan when his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking on it while looking straight to my eyes. this moment went straight into my clit, making me buck my hips. 

i groaned and let my head fall back down onto a pillow. i glanced back at him and said, "if you don't fuck me right now, i might actually go insane."

he smiled and lightly slapped my hip. "shhh, let me take my time with you, alright?"

a few moments later, his cock was directly between my legs but not inside and his thumb was on my clit. i was surprised how his movements were just right. 

i felt my orgasm approaching embarrassingly quickly and i tried to hold back, eyes tightly shut and lower lip between my teeth. 

james noticed that. "don't hold back, just let go whenever you feel like it, yeah? can you do that for me?"

out of nowhere, he slipped his middle finger inside, making my breath cut short. he started moving out and in at just the right space and i felt my head spin. 

when i reached my high, i swore it was the best feeling i ever experienced, my walls clenching around his finger as if I wanted to keep him inside forever. and i did. 

as i calmed down, james asked me, "are you ready?" and I felt the tip of his cock touching your entrance.

i nodded but that wasn't enough. 

"words, doll."

"yes. i want you."

"are you sure?"

"goodness, james, could you—" he cut you off by slipping his cock inside me. my mouth and eyes were wide open as i stared back at him. i let my head fall backward and moan quietly. 

after letting both if us adjust — me to his size because he most definitely was the biggest one i ever had and him to the way my walls gripped him— he lifted my legs and i wrapped them around his hips tightly, bringing him closer. he started moving out and inside me quickly. when he could feel i was about to moan his name at a dangerous volume, he shut me up with his lips on mine, swallowing every moan i got for him. 

he thrusted deep and fast, his hold on my lips could leave a bruise. i was lost. i was so lost in the pleasure that i didn't see or hear someone upstairs turning on the light in the hall.

james must have noticed it because he stopped. 

"hey," i whisper-yelled and pouted. "what are you do—" he put his hand over my mouth and brought his pointing finger to his lips. i now could hear the stairs creaking and my eyes widened in shock. james fully lied on you so he wouldn't be seen behind the back of the sofa. 

"oh, didn't i turn off the light before i went to bed?" i heard a woman ask herself. i recognized her to be beatrice's mum. if she was the one to catch us two having sex, i wouldn't be able to look into her eyes until..... forever. 

the light was turned off and i heard bea's mum go back upstairs. when i and james were sure she was in her bedroom, we both bursted into a quiet laughter. 

i didn't realize how deep james was inside me until he sat back up and started trusting again. i softly whined and reached behind me for the lamp that stood on a table next to the armrest and turned it on. 

i was met with a gorgeous sight; james had his eyes tightly shut and his mouth was slightly open with his hair a bigger mess than ever. 

he hit that spot inside me that made me see stars and soon, i was digging my nails into james's back as we both got lost in the bliss, moaning each other's name like a prayer. 

it was just two weeks before the disaster. 

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living for the hope of it all

it was late evening and i was sitting on the driver’s seat of my car, the steering wheel in my hands as i drove close to the lyme regis beach. there was a chilly summer breeze in my hair as i rocked my head to the unknown song that played on the radio.

for a moment, i turned my head to the right side when a group of friends laughed loudly at something just as i passed them by. just then, i notice something, rather someone walking with their hands in the pockets of their jeans, their head low. the boy looked as he was thinking about something. he looked almost sad.

i smiled and turned the steering wheel to the right. i stopped the car next to the pavement.

“james, get in,” i called out, making him turn his head. he smiled but now as i’m thinking about it, the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes but i didn’t notice it back then. “let’s drive.”

when he got in, i asked, “what got you that sad, pretty boy?”

he waved it off. “oh, nothing, just. . . had a fight with my best friend.”

i frowned. “oh, i’m sorry. i’ll do my best to cheer you up then,” i said and started driving again.

we arrived at the lyme regis beach. there were only a few people at that hour of the day.

we soon were walking hand in hand and barefeet by the shore of the water. we were quiet, which was unusual for a golden boy like james. i pitied him because i thought he was sad cause of the argument. now i know that wasn’t the cause of it.

wanting to cheer him up, i dropped his hand and took of my tshirt and my skirt, revealing him my underwear.

his eyes went wide. “what are you doing?”

“we’re going for a swim,” i replied casually, foiling my clothes and leaving them on the sand.

“we?” he questioned but i was already unbuttoning his red shirt. 

i nodded. “yes, we.”

i watched him take off his pants.

we ran into the water.

james laughed as i accidentally drank some of the water and soon, i was laughing hysterically, too.

i took a hold of his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips. he placed a hand on my butt and the other one on my lower back. i  leaned my forehead against his and sighed happily. he looked at my lips and pressed his against mine.

it was back when i was living for the hope of it all.

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twisted in the bedsheets

we were lying in bed after a night full of love-making, my head and hand on his chest as he breathed into my hair, pressing a kiss on the top of my head once in a while. 

i propped on my elbows and looked at him. “will you call when you’re back at school?”

that question seemed to caught him off guard. i liked to think that it was because he was surprised about me thinking this was just a summer fling. what was truly happening in his mind was the surprise of me thinking that this was more than sex and fun in the summertime.

“i- i will,” he stuttered. 

i smiled and lied my head back on his chest.

in the forenoon, me, bea and isa were sitting on the couch in the living room of bea’s house. we were all painting our toe nails bright red while reading magazines.

“david bowie is so hot,” isa  breathed out and all three of us laughed.

my eyes slipped to james who was shirtless while playing rugby with his friends. i bit my lip as blood rushed into my cheeks and i looked down at my freshly painted nails.

bea and isa both let out an “ooooh” while smirking and making kissing sounds. i shushed them both down.

at that moment, the phone rang and because i was closest to it, i got up, walked over to it and picked it up.

“hello?” i said.

"hello,” a feminine voice answered. “is james there?" 

i raised an eyebrow."I'm sorry who is this?" 

"this is lily," the girl replied. “lily evans.”

my curiosity grew. "and who are you lily evans?"

and this is the moment i wished i'd go back in time and never picked up the phone. 

"oh, sorry, I'm james's girlfriend."

my heart stopped. and i’m sure something died inside of me.

"james potter's girlfriend?" i repeated. from the corner of my eye, i saw bea and isa stopping whatever they were doing, their heads perking up.

"uh yes?"i stayed silent. "um, hello?"

i hung up and made my way to the garden.

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you were never mine

"james?" i called and he stopped running. when he saw it was me, he smiled. 

i was sick. 

when he noticed my neutral expression, his eye brows furrowed. 

"your girlfriend called." i refused to let my voice break.

when the other boys heard that, they stopped playing to watch what was happening. 

james tensed, his eyes widening, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something. 

"you should call her back so she's not worried about you." i turned around, walked back into the house. the girls were shocked by what they just heard. I could tell that both of them had no idea about lily. 

i grabbed my bag and left the house, ignoring everyone who was calling my name. 

james was running after me, i could hear him stomping on the floor of the living room and then calling me. 

“august!” he yelled. i could tell he was close and so i started running as fast i could. i couldn’t face him after that.

so that day, august 30 1978, was the last time i saw my first love and first heartbreak, james potter.

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[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Sweet dreams or baseball bats?

Pairing : luke + y/n with platonic!5sos

"I think I heard something" you said looking up from the fluffy blanket you used to cover yourself with. "..What? No, there's nothing. Don't worry" the voice next to you said groggily.

"But I'm sure I heard the front door open" you protested. "Y/N it's the middle of the night and the guys are next door passed out from all the dancing. It's probably because of that movie you watched. I told you not to watch scary movies alone" he reason dropping back down onto his pillow.

Just as you were trying to think of a witty comeback you heard quiet footsteps downstairs. You felt as if someone poured ice cold water down your back. You felt the goosebumps forming in your skin as your heartbeat started increasing. "Didn't you hear that?" You asked a bit annoyed at the fact that your blonde boyfriend didn't believe you.

"Oh for god sakes! Fine!" He muttered out, turning the lamp located on the bedside table on. You watched curiously as he took out a baseball bat from under the bed. You raised an eyebrow "Umm..should I be worried?"

He glared at you, squinting his blue orbs due to the sleepiness. "No. I'm just going to use it if someone walks in. Not that we're going to need it anyway" he muttered out the last part getting back in bed. "Ok dr. Fluke"

And when you guys were finally about to fall asleep you heard footsteps up the stairs and you were pretty sure those didn't belong to one pair of legs. You looked at Luke and noticed how his demeanor has changed. His eyes looked more awake and a bit widened and his hands reached for the white bat next to you. He finally noticed.

The door creaked opened and you saw two silhouettes walk into the darkness of the bedroom. "Hey Lu-" before the man could finish his sentence Luke swung the bat successfully knocking him out.

In an instant the lights turned on to reveal a very shocked Calum near the light switches and you heard a familiar groan come from the floor..Michael. "Ar- are you sleeping with a baseball bat?" Calum asked.

"I - Y/N was scared" Luke defended himself. "You looked more scared than her mate!" Calum snickered. His laughter ceased when he saw his probably injured best friend lying on the floor.

"Wha..did I die?" Michael questions. "Yeah you're in hell" Calum said quite seriously. "What!" Michael shot up from the floor, wincing slightly. His eyes roamed every inch of the room and his gaze fell upon the baseball bat that was still clutched in Luke's hands.

"Did..did you seriously hit me with a baseball bat?! What the hell is wrong with you" he yelled out, glaring at Luke. "Y/N was s-" "-save it. You're so dead Hemmings! So dead!" He screamed at the top of his lungs at Luke who looked like a deer infront of a headlight while you and Calum tried desperately to stop your laughter from escaping.

"What is all this noise?" A sleepy Ashton appeared from behind Calum slightly startling you all. "I can hear you all the way from my room"

"Luke hit-" Michael started dramatically but he was quickly cut off by Ashton. The poor boy was way too sleepy to go through this. "All right that's enough. Let them sleep. Let's go boys"

A/N : Thank you for reading! And I edited a few bc I didn't proof read it so sorry about that 😅

He pulled both of them out of the room. He was about a few steps down the stairs when he yelled "Wait! Why was Luke holding a baseball bat!"

+masterlist

#luke imagine #luke hemmings #5sos #my writing #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings writing #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings imagines

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Stranger Things Egg Baby AU, Steve and Eddie's Not So Egg-cellent Adventure

"Favorite color?"

"Purple. Favorite song?'

"Don't have one."

"You can't be serious Munson." Steve looked up from the his worksheet at Eddie slightly annoyed. The school library they had parked themselves in was almost completely empty. The elderly librarian that sat at the front desk was asleep. Well at least Steve hoped she was asleep, he hadn't seen the older woman move in quite a while now. But he ignored it, instead trying to focus on the questionnaire he was filling out with his health partner. Eggbert "Eggy" Pop was sat on the table, wrapped in Munson's skull handkerchief. "You're in some crappy metal band, you have to have a favorite song.''

'It's not crappy." Eddie said and Steve rolled his eyes. "You just don't get it."

"Oh I'm sure that's it."

"Says the man who's favorite song is Dancing by Myself. Seriously dude, Billy Idol? How much more basic could you get?"

"You say basic, I say it's a classic. And at least I know what I like."

"I like a lot of stuff." Eddie huffed as be continued to doodle on his worksheet. Glancing over Steve saw the would be rockstar drawing some weird gorey skeleton thing. Eddie noticed him staring and moved his arm to hide the drawing. "I can't pick just one favorite song. There's so many."

"Well I need one for the answer sheet."

"Fine. Rainbow in the Dark by Dio. Happy?"

"Yes." Stev looked over the answers, grabbing his calculator to do some math before scribbling down the answer. "According to this, it appears we have a 6% compatability rating as a couple."

"Not surprise there." Eddie stared at his paper disinterested. "Seems our little Eggy Pop here was most likely the result of a drunken one night stand. Born to a broken, unloving family." The high-schooler dramatically raised the back of his hand to his forehead with a sigh.

"Why are you making up such an elaborate backstory for an egg?"

"I'm a dungeon master, it's basically my job." Eddie shrugged. "And he's not just 'an' egg. He's our son. Who happens to be an egg."

"Whatever, but I'll have you know that if this was an actual kid, I'd be a great parent." Eddie snickered. "What?"

"You? I can't even imagine you being a parent, let alone a good one." Steve responded by rolling up his worksheet and giving Eddie's shoulder a hard thwack. "Ow! Not cool dude, you could at least wait until Eggy's asleep before you start hitting me."

"You are literally impossible." Steve frowned.

"I want a divorce." Eddie replied as his watch began to go off. "Crap, got band practice at Jeff's place. You got Eggy?

"Yeah, just remember to pick him up tonight."

"Meet you at the 7/11 on Oak Street for a drop off? Round eight?" Eddie asked and Steve nodded, carefully picking up their health project. The former king of Hawkins High waited until Eddie was out of the room before stroking the egg in his hands and whispering to it.

"Hey don't listen to him, you're not unloved."

~~

"-and then he implied I was a bad parent! He doesn't know me! I'd be a great parent."

"But you said it was just an egg."

"That's besides the point." Steve said as he and Dustin continue their search of the neighborhood for the creature the middle schooler had dubbed Dart. Little Eggbert was still clad in Eddie's hankie as he rested in the teenager's jacket pocket. "What would he even know about parenting?"

"I don't know but he sounds super cool. I didn't know you guys had a DnD club."

"Ugh. Of course you'd think he is." Steve held the nail bat in his hands tight as they carefully explored the woods near the Henderson household. When the kid, Dustin, he was friends with Nancy's brother, came up to him saying he needed help, he didn't expect he'd be spending the rest of the day trying to hunt down a weird alien lizard thing the kid had been keeping to try and impress a girl. It was getting dark now and knowing that a cat eating lizard was out there somewhere made him nervous. "Listen, it's getting late. We can restart the search tomorrow after school but I've got somewhere to be."

'What? You got a hot date or something?" The preteen asked, nudging Steve in the side with his elbow.

"Something like that." Steve watched the kid reach into his backpack and pull out a walkie. Handing it to the taller teen. "What's this?"

"Emergency walkie talkie. If you see Dart or anything else weird, call in a code red."

"And what? You guys are literally a bunch of kids. What are you even going to do?"

"I don't know but just call us if something happens, got it?"

"Yeah whatever. "

A couple of days ago Steve was the top dog at school, now he was taking orders from a preteen on what to do on case he ran into pet murdering alien. Making sure Dustin got back to his front door safely before returning to his car. Putting the key unto ignition, the teen glanced over to his dashboard clock to see it was almost nine.

'Shit,' Stev cursed as he put the car into drive and began to drive towards Oak Street. 'Eddie's going to be pissed.'

~~

"I don't know who you're waiting for, but I don't think they're coming. " The clerk behind the 7/11 counter said as she watched Eddie refill his cherry slurpee for the third time in the past half hour.

"I don't remember asking you." The metalhead snapped. The girl shrugged, redirecting her attention to the magazine she was reading. Despite his annoyance, the teen knew she had a point. Looking at the watch on his wrist to see it was nine o' five.

"Damn it Harrington.'' The high-schooler cursed as he realized Steve forgot or just ditched him. Tossing the slurpee into the trash as he left the convenience store. Going around the back of the store, the teen pulled a cigarette out of the carton. Lighting the smoke, he took a long drag to try and calm his nerves. 'Probably shouldn't be too surprised. ' Eddie thought to himself as he inhaled the smoke. A list of reasons for why Steve wasn't there ran through his head. Hoping their project was still in one piece, Eddie brought the cigarette to his mouth again when he heard it.

A weird animalistic growl but something was...off about it. Looking up he saw something moving in the bushes just a few feet away from the back of the 7/11. Eddie found himself frozen in place as he watched something emerge from the brush. In the shadows, at first he thought it was a stray dog. As it got closer, Eddie dropped his cigarette in shock when he saw it in greater detail.

"What the fuck-?"

#eggy #stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #egg baby au #egbert pop #dustin henderson #eddie says steve is a basic bitch #and he's not wrong

[sufandomgirl]

Amphibia Soulmate AU Fanfiction 1 Part 10

Andrias x Leif

Two Weeks Later...

Leif: (finishing her letter)

{Branson burst into the room, startling absolutely no one except Leif.}

Leif: Oh Fr--Branson, you scared me!

Branson: Sorry about that. Anyway, I just came to ask if you picked out what to wear to the performance in a few days...you know, your big date.

Rain: Mommy has a date?!

Leif: (shakes head) See what you started? I was kind of in the middle of finishing something while watching the kids, but I do have an outfit in my wardrobe.

Branson: Okay. (walks to her room; comes back with cloak in hand) Seriously?!

Leif: (signing paper) What's the matter?

Branson: What is this?!

Leif: Literally the nicest clothing piece that I own. (sets paper down on lap desk) Why, what's wrong with it?

Branson: It's literally a dark cloak! Why would they let you into the theater wearing this?

Leif: Well, I'm sorry if I haven't had time to shop around!

Branson: I doubt that King Andrias would personally care what you wore, but think of how he would feel knowing that people would judge you because of what you were wearing. Even then, don't you think that he deserves a little more effort than that?

Leif: For your information, my kids hate shopping, especially clothes shopping. I took them to the market in Wartwood once and Pod and Bud wandered off, carrying Rain with them. It took me hours to find them! Could you imagine them getting lost in a city as big as Newtopia?!

Kids: (shudder)

Branson: We can ask Barrel to watch them.

Leif: On his day off? I don't think so. It's bad enough that we have to ask him to on that night.

Branson: You do realize that he takes days off in the castle to spend time with the kids, right? You've been basically a 24-hour nanny since you got here.

Leif: I thought that was my job as Governess.

Branson: (crosses arms) Not when you agreed to spend some alone time with the king. Keep it up and you may not be just Belle's governess anymore.

Belle: What will she be, then? Will she quit?!

Branson: No, Belle, that's not what I mean. Why don't you take the others down to the outdoor gardens to play with Uncle Barrel for a while, I'm sure that he'd love to.

Belle: (smiles ear-to-ear) Okay!

{Oak gives Leif and uneasy look before leaving. Branson closes the door behind her.}

Branson: What was that about?

Leif: Oh, nothing, just a habit she developed since we've spent so much time together. Anyway, what do you suggest that I wear, because I'm feeling nervous about the kids being out of my sight.

Branson: Then, we really should've started preparing earlier. You and the king will be gone for several hours.

Leif: (sighs) Sorry, I've just never had the kids more than an arms-length away since...that day.

Branson: (eyes wide) Oh...

Leif: Sorry, sorry. You probably don't want to hear me complain. I'll...(stands to get bag) just get my things and we can go shopping.

{As Leif rummages through the pile of toys left behind by the children, Branson picks up the folded paper, noticing that it had fallen. They didn't mean to start reading it, Leif had simply left it there, open.}

Branson: (reading to themself) 'Dear Melina, I would appreciate if you and the rest of the family would stop attempting to contact me and the children. You had your chance to settle this civilly, but you refused. I only wrote to you the first few weeks as a courtesy as I have full custody of the kids. However, the tone of the family's letters to myself have prompted me to go no-contact. This is the last time that I request you and the family not to write me or my children again. Best wishes, Leif.'

{Leif hadn't noticed them yet, so they set the letter back on the lap desk where it had been previously. Leif exclaimed, exasperated.}

Leif: I thought that I taught my kids to clean up after themselves!

Branson: (chuckles) Well, you know how kids get with friends. They don't always remember, they get too carried away.

Leif: (chuckles) Yeah, I suppose that you're right.

Branson: How about we just go?

Leif: How do you expect me to pay for an outfit without my card?

With Barrel and the Kids...

Barrel: (looking through gardens) I'm gonna find you!

Later...

Leif: It's...wow.

Branson: I know. It looks so good on you.

Leif: I never thought that I would look this good in anything.

Branson: I guess that's the one, then.

Shopkeeper: Excellent choice! It complements you perfectly, milady.

{While Leif is changing and the dress is being folded into its box, Branson decided to bring up the nagging question.}

Branson: Leif, are you sure that you aren't having problems with anyone? You know, outside of the castle.

Leif: (silent for a moment) You read my letter to Melina, didn't you?

Branson: I didn't mean to. It was just open and happened to catch my eye.

Leif: I guess that makes it more my fault than yours.

Branson: Are you angry with me?

Leif: A little, but I knew that one of you woyld find out eventually. I was just hoping that it would be when I worked up the courage to tell you myself.

Branson: Full disclosure, I think that your letter was very civil. Especially--!

Leif: (hushed) Can we not talk about this is public?!

Branson: Right, sorry, when we return to the carriage, then.

Inside the Carriage...

Branson: So, about the letter...

Leif: It's nothing. Just the children's grandmother harassing me and getting the rest of my late husband's family on her side. I debated whether or not to tell Barrel and Andrias, but I figured that it would feel as if I was using them, so I wanted to try dealing with it on my own.

Branson: Admirable. If the letters were making you that uncomfortable, though...

Leif: I know, I should've said something. You don't know what it was like there. My kids had no friends. I had no allies. When I got married, my mother-in-law--well, ex mother-in-law now--never missed a chance to jab at me or Oak. I just...seeing how great this move back to Newtopia turned out for them, I wish that I had left Wartwood sooner. That I didn't let Aldrich bully me.

Branson: Bully you? The former king of Amphibia basically banished you and lied to his son about it. You're not to blame for anything that you think you are, especially not for 'Melina's' actions. She's a grown woman and she needs to act like it and look at herself in the mirror hard before she can even think about having any contact with you or the kids again. (pats her hand) You did the right thing.

Leif: (smiles)

With Andrias and Barrel after the Kids Fell Asleep...

Andrias: Come on, Barrel, the night has to go perfectly!

Barrel: (chuckles) Okay, okay! I just...never thought that I'd be doing this. After Leif left, you never cared much about your appearance.

Andrias: Yes, and now that she's back...I just want her to stay, okay!

Barrel: Me too, 'Drias. I'm glad that she makes you happier than I've seen you in years! Don't worry, I promise that Branson and I will look after Belle, Oak, Pod, Bud and Rain with our kids.

Andrias: I know you will. Now to convince Leif that it's okay.

Barrel: (looks outside) They must've found something. They haven't been gone for an hour and the carriage is already back.

Andrias: (goes to window) What, let me see! (sighs) Ugh, Leif. (retreats)

Barrel: Let me talk to her. I'll be the one watching her kids after all.

When Barrel Came to Leif...

Leif: Oh, hi, Barrel!

Barrel: Did you find something?

Leif: Surprisingly, yes. I even thought that I looked good.

Barrel: (shocked) No way!

Leif: I was shocked, too!

Barrel: You're going to knock 'Drias off his feet!

Leif: (blushes; rubs arm) I hope not. I'm still just me, Barrel. A plain, ordinary frog.

Barrel: Yeah, the plain, ordinary frog that literally got asked out on a date by the king!

Leif: You are not going to let that go.

Barrel: I don't spare Andrias any teasing about it, ask him!

Leif: (chuckles) I missed your enthusiam, Barrel.

Barrel: Aw, shucks. Save the flattery for 'Drias, he might get jealous. My partner wouldn't be too happy, either.

Leif: I would, but you know that I clam up around him.

Barrel: Yes, indeed. Nothing has changed since our teenage years in that respect. Don't worry, he's still 'Drias, and I've been holding out hope that you two will realize that you're soulmates.

Leif: (rolls eyes) How did you hold out hope that you would even find me? For TWELVE years?!

Barrel: Well, I always remembered how you and Aldrich walked off that day and knew something was off, but other than tell Andrias, there was really nothing that I could do. I was just a cadet back then.

Leif: I don't blame you, Barrel. We were only kids. Teenagers.

Barrel: I know that I shouldn't feel guilty. I just...wanted to let you know that your kids will be safe with me and Branson caring for them.

Leif: I know, I haven't had them more than an arms-length away since the day we lost their father. (clenches fists) If I hadn't been there and gotten them to shelter, I might have lost the kids to the herons, too.

Barrel: (eyes go wide) Oh, Leif...I...I didn't know.

Leif: How were you supposed to? I never told anyone here. (starts to cry) Sorry, I shouldn't burden you with this. I just haven't thought much about romance since.

{Barrel wraps her in a big hug.}

Barrel: No worries, Leif. The kids are safe with me.

Leif: (sighs) I know.

Barrel: Just focus on having fun. No pressure.

Leif: (hugs him back)

Barrel: You don't have to worry anymore. Me and 'Drias are here now, you aren't alone anymore, no matter how much you feel like it.

Leif: (separates) Yeah, about that...

{She explains to him about the troubles she's had with the letters and her former husband's family members. How she didn't want to "use" him or Andrias by telling them. Needless to say, Barrel was not pleased. He didn't blame Leif, he just wished that she'd told him sooner.}

#amphibia #amphibia andrias #amphibia barrel #amphibia leif

[lvnatiq]

Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze.  He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you. 

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?”  Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most. 

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

Tag list is open

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[neonnoir-ao3]

Some Words of Comfort.

Recently, I’ve seen a lot of people (especially those who have read spoilers/are actively searching for leaked content) lament about their future reactions to the deaths of our beloved characters in-game.

We all knew this was inevitable, and that them living was not an option for the plot of the game, but the time has finally come to face it head-on.

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I understand that someone outside this community might be like “it’s just a game”, but I know it’s way more than that to many: the concept of a female villain that, to many, can be seen as sympathizable and even endearing, is a bit of a new concept— especially on such a large scale as this instance.

In addition, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters have become a bit of a comfort item for some (with an emphasis on sapphics/wlw, from what I’ve seen personally) in the form of a large, protective, and caring hypothetical partner, or even just a maternal character one can appreciate simply because of her love for her children. Regardless, most of us are here due to some desire for comfort.

Take my own story with this community, for example:

(tws for death, covid, suicide, and general medical emergencies)

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Frankly, 2020 and the beginning of 2021 have ruined me. I lost two men who were the only two positive father figures I’ve ever had. The last of the two tested positive for covid and deteriorated within days, to the point where less than a week after testing positive, my family was making the choice to pull the plug. This all occurred days before Christmas and my birthday. On the first day of the spring semester, having not had the time to properly mourn my grandfather, my mother is in the ER for multiple days with an internal infection that doctors said likely would have turned septic if she had waited to come in any longer. This led to three surgeries throughout the next few months. (Oh, and one of my relatives quite literally dropped dead on that first day of class, too). I am also estranged from one of my parents, and they have been trying to contact my family: they have multiple untreated mental illnesses (severe NPD, bipolar, and more) and they are extremely aggressive in that state of mind and they are agitated extremely easily. That only brings more stress, along with resurfacing trauma and related emotions. Every moment of every day has been a struggle. So much so that I failed half of my classes voluntarily simply because I couldn't do them anymore.

To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t expect to be here right now. I expected that the pain of simply moving forward would have finally overridden my fears of death and that I would have already ended my suffering by now.

Then, in late January, I saw something trending on Twitter. About a new female villain in an upcoming horror game. And it went from there.

As cheesy as it sounds, this fandom and its content seriously saved my life. In the darkest of days, I’ve come to this tag for comfort. The oddest way I found said comfort was through those who were attracted to Alcina aesthetically. I have extremely long-term trauma related to being bullied and being the victim of a hybrid catfishing/'Oreo Game' on early social media by peers in middle school to the point where I do not think of myself as being able to be loved, let alone being worthy of it. Finding this community not only provided a great form of escapism (and opened a door into a fantasy world where I could imagine my own person vampire milf gf), but also gained a little bit of self-esteem (as many of you know, I share a lot of visual qualities with Alcina. -yes, I'm still kinda freaked out about it-) via seeing people where features/attributes like mine were actively praised and desired rather than insulted and pushed away like they have been until now.

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(okay sorry that kinda turned into a trauma dump but I needed to emphasize the fact that this community has seriously helped me during a really dark point in my life, and I know I can't be the only one with that sort of experience)

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What I’m trying to get across here is that, like many others, this community and its content have been comforting and therapeutic, and it really is more than just a game to us. It’s entertaining and even a form of escapism in these extremely trying times. We all have some degree of PTSD from surviving a literal mass plague— and this is something we're using as a method of coping. a distraction. a coping mechanism.

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With that being said, here are some ways to hopefully assist in lessening the emotional stress:

(please note that I am not a mental health professional and these may not be healthy coping mechanisms for everyone.)

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Understand that it’s just a game.

I know, this sounds completely counterintuitive, but it’s more or less about keeping your level of immersion down. Personally, I can’t do scary shit in general: I have to listen to music on low volume while watching dark ARG vids at night or when I’m alone because I get too into it, and then my paranoia kicks in. Sometimes just pausing for a moment and grounding yourself/reminding yourself that this is a video game: a jumble of code and 3D rendering that doesn’t have to affect your views/headcanons if you don’t want it to. Did your favorite character just get slaughtered? Nope, that 3D rendering of them just got un-alived, that’s all.

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Ignorance is Bliss/We are the Captain Now

Simple: Capcom can’t even pronounce Dimitrescu right, or even acknowledge the way it’s correctly said in Romanian culture itself. How can you trust them to give you a perfect canon? That’s the thing: with that logic, you can’t. What they say is true means little (if anything, for that matter) to your headcanons and preexisting ideas of the Dimitrescus. In short: fuck ‘em.

I’m currently seeking a double major in pop culture, and one of the cool things I’ve learned so far is affirmational vs transformational fandom. Affirmational is where official canon is seen as the law of the land, and followed to a T. Transformational is seen as much more inviting for audiences, allowing them to bend canon as they wish to fit their own creations. This fandom is obviously transformational, so take that game canon, rip it up, and get back to whatever you were doing.

Capcom’s canon is not the end-all, be-all. Far from it, actually.

Want to still acknowledge canon? Godmod your way out of it.

Character A died? It’d be a shame if they emerged from the rubble they 'died in' a few hours later, very beaten but alive nonetheless... how awful would it be if they sulked away, nursed their wounds, and continued to live... (/s)

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Ignore it completely.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there w be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the in any way. Stay with the version in your head that makes you happy.

Get Creative!

If you're into creating fanart, writing fics, or even just posting a list of headcanons, take some advice from the late Carrie Fisher: "Take your broken heart, and make it into art". Make the fluff oneshot of your dreams! Draw the fanart you've been wanting to! dump lighthearted headcanons into the tags! Not only will it cheer you up, but sharing it with the community will spread the love!

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I know a lot of people are struggling with this emotionally (especially with the pandemic making entertainment like this even more important sources of escapism and coping mechanisms) and I hope that, at the very least, I was able to help comfort one person who reads this.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there will be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the flowers that bloom after major wildfires: after a period of loss, some beautiful can still come of it.

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[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 3

It had been a whole year since your trip to Sokovia. Here you were again, exiting the airport in Navi Grad, excited to be back. You had invited Wanda to come along with you, of course she couldn't say no. This was her home country, she hadn't been back here in years.

She looked so excited as she looked around, taking in the familiar and unfamiliar sights. The city had been improved on a lot since she was last here, yet a lot of the buildings still looked the same.

"My home."

You chuckled softly. She looked like a child who had been told they could explore all they like in a new area.

"Your photos didn't do it any justice," she said, playfully glaring at you.

You glared back, just as playful. "Oh, thanks."

She gave a little giggle and grabbed your arm, wanting to look around immediately. You just let her lead the way.

Along the way she pointed out some places she remembered, telling stories of things she and Pietro used to get up to. She had many stories to tell, and you loved listening to all of them. It gave you a little more insight into her life.

Eventually you came across the square. Wanda looked rather smug as you both stood in the middle of the semi-busy square.

"Ah, yes, just as I remember it."

Up ahead was your new favourite restaurant. It looked just as it did a year ago. It was like a warm welcoming hug to see it again.

Wanda was looking at you, smug grin on her face. You looked down, blushing.

"Want to see him?"

"Not yet," you grab her hand and pull her along, walking in the opposite direction. You ignored her teasing comments as you marched onward.

It's not like he would remember you anyway. You were just one person he met a year ago.

You took Wanda to the little hotel you stayed in last time. You booked a room for the pair of you, only staying a few nights. Wanda instantly lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"We should eat there tonight," she says.

"Why? There's plenty of other places to go eat," you tell her, trying not to make it obvious you really wanted to go and see Helmut.

"You know why. Play coy all you like, but I know you want to go."

You turn to see her looking at you.

"You just want to see him," you say, turning back away from her.

"I do. Maybe I can be your wing woman."

"Wanda!"

She sits up, crosses her legs, and looks at you intensely. You sigh and sit on your bed, looking at her.

"Fine, we'll go. Just don't do anything Wanda. He's just a nice guy, so be nice, and enjoy his food. Seriously, it's the best."

Wanda chuckles and gets up.

"Why don't we go now. Maybe he will recognize you."

"I doubt it," you tell her, "it's been a year."

You find yourself standing outside Escorpión Morado. You have missed this place. You can tell just from where you're standing that its hasn't changed in the last year.

There were a few people dotted about enjoying their meals. It gave you that homey feeling again.

You go inside.

Wanda looks around you both make your way over to the bar. You each take a seat. You turn to Wanda.

"Well?"

"It's very nice. I can see why you like it so much," she smiles at you.

A man comes to a stop in front of both of you. He's not someone you immediately recognize, perhaps he is new, or you didn't see him last time.

"What can I get for you both."

You look to Wanda to see what she wanted first, but you did not anticipate her to say what she did.

"We'll have the chef please."

The man blinks, trying to comprehend if he had actually heard what she said. He was about to ask again, but she beat him to it.

"The chef, please."

You stare at her, mouth agape, eyes wide.

"Wanda!" You hissed.

The man left and went into the kitchen, fetching the man Wanda had asked for. You sat there in great embarrassment.

"What are you playing at?"

Wanda laughs, ignoring the way you were glaring at her. You bury your face in your arms against the counter and try to block out her laughter.

Wanda is still giggling when you hear someone stop in front of you. A cold sweat began to break as you dreaded looking up. Was this him standing over you? You hoped to high heaven it wasn't.

"Someone ordered the chef?"

Well fuck it all. You kept your face hidden, not daring to show your face. It didn't matter if he remembered you or not, you were far too embarrassed to look at him.

You knew his voice. Remembered it. The smooth way he spoke, that amusement that hung off the end of his sentence. They sexy tone he uses.

Helmut Zemo.

Oh, you have missed this friendly stranger.

"Yes, my friend here wanted you." You hear Wanda say. You could murder her sometimes, you were sure.

"Is something the matter? Sam, get them some water, would you?" You hear him say.

You hear, presumably Sam, fetch you some water.

He didn't recognize you. Good.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine," you reply, though your voice was heavily muffled by your arms. You wouldn't dare lift your head.

"Perhaps if you sat up. We could move you closer to the door, get some fresh air, yet sit in the shade," he offered.

You felt Wanda place a hand on your shoudler.

"Come on, Y/N. Look at him," she whispered.

You sigh and take a deep breath. You slowly move your head up, looking up at the beautiful bastard across the bar. Is it even legal to look that good?

He stops his worrying when he sees your face.

He remembers?

"Y/N?" He smiles.

"Yes," is all you can bring yourself to say. His smiles drops a little.

"Helmut, remember? Last year?"

"I remember."

His smile is soft as he looks at you. He doesn't look any different than you remember. If anything, just more handsome than memory serves.

"Did you forget me?" He asks, seeing your laid back reaction.

"No. I'm just surprised you remembered me."

He stands there, hands on his hips as he grins at you smugly.

"How could I forget someone so interesting. Also, you are wearing that coin." He nods, respectfully, at your chest where the coin was hanging.

"I am." You clasp it gently between your fingers.

"It's good to see you again," he speaks softly, genuine happiness lifting his expression.

"It's good to see you too," you smile back at him. He looks far more elated now you're smiling at him.

"What can I get for you? I can't imagine you came here only to see me," he grins smugly again.

"Food," Wanda said. "Though he is quite a snack, isn't he?" She whispered the last part. You turn to her sharply and glare. Zemo hadn't seemed to notice what she had said.

He was too busy watching you.

"Shall I surprise you again?" He asks.

You turn back to him and smile.

"Yes. Do that. I trust you."

Hearing those made him happy. Helmut points his chin up a bit and glides back into the kitchen, though not before telling Sam to fix you up some drinks.

Wanda nudges your shoulder.

"You sure do have taste, and I am not talking about the food."

"Wanda, please, stop!"

She laughs as Sam puts two drinks down in front of you both. You resist looking at her any more and thank Sam for the drinks, he smiles and then leaves you two alone to enjoy them. You take a sip.

"We're going to get you a boyfriend, Y/N."

"Wanda, please, I am begging you, stop!"

She laughs again.

"I'm joking, but it would be a real big shame if nothing came out of it. You two would look so good together."

You ignore her statement.

Zemo returns and places a dish in front of each of you. He stands back, smiling, and watches you both take a bite.

Wanda let's out the strangest moan you had ever heard. You have to cover your mouth as you laugh at her.

"What was that noise?" You ask, just about getting through your mouthful of food.

"This is so good."

Helmut chuckles.

"Success!"

You take another bite and nod. You swear there isn't a bad thing on his menu. This man knows exactly what he is doing when it comes to his restaurant.

"Do you like it?" He asks, specifically asking you this time.

"Yes, very much."

He smiles at you.

"I got your letter, by the way."

"My letter?" You ask, confused on what he was talking about.

Helmut digs into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. It's crinkled and has been early opened several times.

Now you remember.

"Oh, that letter."

"You wrote him a letter?" Wanda looks at you. "You didn't mention that."

"It's not important," you tell her.

"It is to me. It's the only goodbye I got when you left," Zemo said, holding the letter carefully in his hand. His dark eyes were scanning over the words you had written a year ago.

"It meant that much to you?"

"Yes, actually," his eyes cast to you.

You sat there, biting the inside of your cheek softly, pink dusting your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Helmut smiled at the sight. He folded the letter and tucked it away into his pocket.

"I'll keep it forever," he says, mostly just to tease you.

"Please don't."

He chuckles and leaves your side to see to other customers. Wanda sits next to you, smiling wickedly. You dare not look at her, nor do you let your eyes follow Zemo as he walks away.

"You have it bad," Wanda chuckles, giving her nose a little scrunch with a grin.

"I know," you admit.

Wanda chuckles softly and leans in a little closer.

"He likes you too, you know. I think you left an impression on him."

You glance behind you, seeing Zemo taking an order. He was talking to the customers, smiling at them.

"Really?"

"Yes. I saw it in the way he looked at you."

"You do realise I only met him last year. I only saw him twice," you look at her, doubt written all over your face.

"Doesn't matter. It only takes a moment to fall in love with someone." She winks at you.

Zemo smiles at you as he passes by, disappearing into the kitchen.

"I think you're overreacting a little."

She shrugs and sips her drink, eying you with a mischievous glint in her gaze.

Zemo brings the couple their orders and returns to you and Wanda. Meals finished and drinks empty.

"Went down well I see."

"Very much so," you say, smiling softly.

"Would you like another drink?" He asks, his gaze lingering in you more than Wanda.

"I would," Wanda says, holding up her glass.

You chuckle, "just one more."

You had no idea how happy he was you agreed. He wanted you to stay a while longer. He grabbed your empty glasses and took them away, bringing you fresh drinks.

As Zemo poured behind drinks, he chose to ignore the way Sam was looking at him.

You took your drink gratefully as he handed it over. He stuck around again, seemingly happy to spend his time with you two.

Wanda carried most of the conversation. Zemo and yourself were sharing glances, though always just missing each other.

Wanda finished her drink and made an excuse to leave. You wanted to follow her, but the look she was giving you, and the way Zemo was looking at you, told you to stay.

You watched her go.

Zemo leaned forward on the bar, arms folded and supporting him as he smiles handsomely at you. You smile, though slightly awkwardly.

"It is very good to see you again, Y/N."

"You too. I see business is booming."

He chuckles softly.

"For now."

"For now?" You furrow your brow and tilt your head slightly.

"You didn't see it?"

"See what?"

"There is a new restaurant being done up in the city. Bigger, grander, more elegant than this place. At least, that's what they're saying."

"Oh? We didn't see anything like that. We have only been here a shirt while though. Wanda was showing me some of her favourite places."

"I see. Do you like Sokovia?"

"I do. It's so pretty here."

He smiles.

"I'm glad you think so. You would do wonderful here."

"What do you mean by that?" You watch him curiously, wondering what he was implying.

"I mean, you would be well suited to Sokovia life. If you were to live here," he smirks, hands flat out on the bar as he looks at you with sparkly eyes.

"Really? I don't think so. I stand out too much from the locals."

"Exactly. They wouldn't care. They would have someone so stunning to see every day. I would get to see you more too, a bonus for everyone." He winks at you.

"You're such a flirt!"

"Of course I am. Money keeps the business going, but charisma brings me my customers. I have to make an impact, no?"

You chuckle softly.

"I see how it is," you say, sliding off the stool. You take some money from your pocket and place it on the counter. Zemo tries to stop you, but you don't let him.

His hand hovers over yours as you leave the money on the counter.

"It was nice seeing you again, Helmut, but I must go."

"Will you come again?"

"I expect so."

He smiles.

"Don't leave without saying goodbye this time," he tells you.

"We shall see."

"I'll come looking for you if I have to!"

"No, you won't," you grin as you leave.

Zemo watches you go, his heart doing somersaults in his chest. How could one stranger make him feel so much?

Sam looks at his boss and grins.

"You have it bad, Zemo."

"Get back to work, Sam."

"Yes chef."

Zemo glances down at the money you had left for the drinks. He slides into his palm and puts it into the register.

He will count down the seconds until he sees you again.

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[lathalea]

You always have the most wonderful ideas to brighten up our Mondays 😍

For the imagine ask game:

- Character: Fíli - yes, yes, I'm predictable

- Something about myself: I'm a lip biter when I'm anxious, so I have chapped lips 24/7 all year round

- Type of relationship: 🍒 or 💜 or 🦊 (told you I couldn't pick, so I'm giving you that responsibility)

This also reminds me that I seriously need to start on your story request you sent me during my last sleepover. I promise I'll make it worth the wait 🙈🙈

~@guardianofrivendell 😘

Hello @guardianofrivendell 💙💙💙 Thank you for your awesome ask, now I want to write a whole fic about it!

I picked for you 🦊 - Fake Relationship with Fili, Modern AU

Let's see what the cards show:

You are happily single, well, you wouldn't mind having someone to hug at night, but after a series of dates with various people who didn't spark your interest you decided to take a break from the dating scene.

You have two very nosy and gossipy great-aunts and they've been bugging you for ages with questions like "And when are you getting married?", "You're not getting any younger, you know", "I'd like to dance at your wedding before I die", "Do you hear that, dear? It's your biological clock ticking..."

In order to appease your aunts and stop them from nagging you, you invented a perfect boyfriend: blonde, blue-eyed, handsome, with cute dimples, a sea captain (what? as a fanfiction writer, you developed a great attention to detail and him being a sea captain explained why he was away all the time). Since then they've been leaving you alone.

An invitation for your cousin's wedding came in the post. For you and... your +1. Your great-aunts made it clear that you have to come to the wedding with your new boyfriend. Also, they've been dropping you some hints that made you suspect they don't quite believe your story. Damn it.

Before the wedding came, you went to your coworker's birthday party. You've been having a great time by the pool, drinking one drink after another when you (by accident!) spilled the contents on your glass on a pleasantly hard chest in a dark shirt. Whoops.

It turned out that the lean, sinewy chest belonged to a blonde, blue-eyed, handsome guy named Fili. When he smiled at you for the first time, you noticed his sensual mouth and... dimples. Yes, he had dimples. That was it. You found your perfect boyfriend.

But of course you didn't really know the guy. Befuddled by his closeness and being a bit in your cups, you thought it would be a good idea to tell him about your problem with your aunts and the upcoming wedding.

You suspected that he had to be a bit drunk too, since he offered to be your "fake perfect boyfriend", charm the socks off your aunts and the rest of your family, and then tragically disappear from your life. Seriously, he even invented a story about his imaginary ship drowning and leaving you an imaginary "sea widow". That was bound to leave you sufficient time for imaginary mourning and stop your aunts from bothering you.

The wedding weekend came. You packed your suitcase and your best dress. Fili picked you up, a real gentleman, and you drove off in his car to the mountain resort where the wedding would take place.

When you arrived at the resort, it turned out that (surprise!) you got a chalet with ONE king size bed. Fili of course offered to sleep on the sofa. Sharing a room with him was very awkward at first, but you somehow ended up on the aforementioned sofa, watching movies late in the evening. You woke up in the middle of the night with your head on his chest. Best nap ever! Oh, he was so warm and his lips were so kissable, but he was asleep and off-limits (just a decent guy doing you a favor! nothing more! besides, you think you remembered from the party that he mentioned something about a recent horrible breakup and not being interested in relationships). You quickly evacuated to the bed before he woke up.

The wedding came. Fili looked gorgeous in his tuxedo and you learned the art of discreet ogling. His shoulder-to-hip ratio. His delicious bum in those well-cut trousers. Yum. Fili did exactly what he promised: charmed the socks off everyone, complemented and pampered your aunts, amusing them with tales of the sea, leaving subtle hints that you may be "the one" for him, and generally acting like a perfect fake boyfriend.

Aaaand he turned out to be a great dancer. Your aunts insisted on you dancing a lot together, because "you looked like such a lovely couple" and "just don't forget about inviting us to your wedding". Being in Fili's arms on the dancefloor was like heaven.

Unfortunately, there were those stupid games for the wedding guests. Apparently, the girl who caught the bride's bouquet (who happened to be you) had to kiss the guy who caught the groom's tie (who happened to be Fili). Weird wedding traditions. Feeling the scrutinizing gaze of your aunts on you, you had no other choice. You kissed him. A lot. And he kissed you back. Passionately. And you REALLY liked it. Everyone else liked it too, because your kiss got a standing ovation. The problem was that Fili avoided your gaze afterwards and acted distantly. He excused himself soon after, saying he had a headache.

You knew what it meant. He must have realized that you liked him a lot and he clearly wasn't interested. He was polite and gentlemanly on the next day and he apologized for his behavior the night before, but you noticed that he avoided you as much as he could.

You drove back home in complete silence. When he parked at your place, you thanked him for helping you out. He simply nodded and said his good byes. You returned home brokenhearted.

You haven't heard from him for two weeks and you were close to removing his number from your contacts. Then your phone rang. It was Fili. He sounded a bit weird, as if he was... slurring? And asked you to meet for a drink. You couldn't say no, could you?

When you met, he looked as handsome as ever; perhaps just a bit tired. It turned out that he hoped for you to return the favor: his brother Kili was getting married and Fili needed a +1 so his uncle would stop bugging him about finding a nice partner and settling down. "I promise to behave this time," Fili said.

And so you went to yet another wedding with Fili, the gentleman through and through. You were nervous the whole time, especially when Thorin, Fili's uncle threw inquisitive glances at you from time to time. You even drank a bit of champagne to relax.

The dancing part of the evening started and everyone expected you to dance. When the music sounded and Fili took you into his arms, you felt like floating among the clouds. You were inseparable, one dance after another. Finally, the music stopped and you noticed how close his face was to yours.

Something glinted in Fili's eyes when he murmured, "Would you consider not killing off your sea captain? He heard a beautiful siren's call and since she kissed him, he has been unable to think of anything else." "Let me think," you replied and kissed him. Your lips met, passion intertwining with tenderness.

"What's the verdict?" he murmured, his hot breath fanning your cheek. "We can't disappoint my aunts, can we?" you replied. "That's true, we can't," he chuckled and, cupping your face, kissed you again.

Fili kept on kissing you with equal ardor every day since, claiming that he had to make sure you wouldn't change your mind.

You invited your grand-aunts to your wedding where they could dance to their hearts' content 🙂

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[kudzushadow]

There For You | Part 2 of 3 | A Harlivy Fanfiction

Summary: Woken in the middle of the night, Harley discovers Ivy's been hiding a big secret and is more than willing to help her through it. (More Harley comforting Ivy!)

Angst/Hurt/Comfort | TW: Anxiety/fear, trauma mentions. (Nothing seriously described, but heavily implied.)

As always, see bottom for more notes!

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“...jus… just 5 more minutes… ok?...” Something had woken Harley, but she wasn’t sure what. When she spoke, her words were slurred together and unclear in her half asleep state. 

Suddenly there was movement from beside her, and that’s when she realized what it was.

Once Harley heard Ivy cry out again, she was immediately upright, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyesight to the dark while trying to get a glance at the spot in bed beside her. 

In it was a sight that made her heart leap into her throat…

Ivy was curled into a ball, shaking violently. Her hands gripped her chest tightly, as if feeling for an injury that wasn’t there. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she cried out softly again.

Harley leaned over Ivy, gently shaking her. “Ivy? Ive, wake up. Please wake up.”

Ivy immediately flinched away, sitting bolt upright, drenched in sweat. Her eyes were wide and her breath came in quick gasps. Her hands clawed desperately at her chest, and the trembling hadn’t eased. She didn’t seem to see Harley, her mind was somewhere far away.

“Ivy. Ivy, take a deep breath…” Harley’s heart pounded and she fought back panic, cautiously reaching out a hand towards Ivy. 

“No… no…!” Ivy flinched away, instinctively raising an arm in self defense as if someone were about to hit her.

“Ivy!” Now tears were streaming down Harley’s cheeks too. She’d never seen Ivy act like this before, and it scared her. “Ivy, it’s me! Please…I'm not going to hurt you. You know that...” Desperately she reached forward again, this time managing to wrap her arms securely around Ivy before the redhead could flinch away again. “You’re alright… you’re alright. I promise… Ivy…” Harley choked back a sob as she felt Ivy stiffen, then relax into her, trembling. 

Ivy hid her face in Harley’s shoulder, violently sobbing. Harley realized Ivy’s hands were still groping at her chest, and reached out, taking one of them in her own. “Ivy, it wasn’t real… it wasn’t real… I promise…” She whispered, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“H-Harley… Harley…” Ivy sobbed.

“I’m here. I’m right here, Ivy. You’re safe… you’re safe, you’re safe…” She fought to keep her voice steady as she pulled Ivy closer. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, I promise. I won’t let it, alright? You’ve just… you’ve gotta calm down… please, Ive…”

“It… it was a-awful, Harley…” Ivy’s voice shook, and she shut her eyes tight. “...and… and I thought I lost you… I…” She shook her head, gasping for breath.

“I’m right here… you didn’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere…” She rubbed Ivy’s back. “It was just a bad dream. Just a… a bad dream.” 

Harley saw Ivy reaching for her chest again, and took Ivy’s hand in her own once more, holding it against the redhead’s chest. Harley realized with a shiver it was the same spot that Joker had… the spot with the wound that had killed her. Realization dawned on her as she recalled the mornings since the incident… Ivy had never seemed quite herself when Harley saw her in the morning. 

Oh, god… Ivy… 

“Ivy, when was the last time you… you actually slept?” 

Ivy wiped her eyes. “I… I don’t… don’t remember…?” She mumbled, quieting down a bit, though the trembling hadn’t eased. 

“Ivy… you didn’t tell me- you didn’t tell me. I could’ve… I could’ve helped…” Harley’s heart was pounding in her chest. “You didn't have to suffer alone…” 

“Didn’t… want to burden you…” She drew in a deep, shaky breath, squeezing Harley’s hand tightly to make sure she was still there. 

“No… Ive, no! You could never be a burden… never… alright? I’m… I’m going to help you through this, ok?” She pressed a soft kiss to Ivy’s forehead, cupping her face with one hand. "Everything will be alright."

Ivy didn’t respond, she was somewhere else entirely, blank gaze fixed on the opposite wall. 

“Why don’t we go for a walk? See the sunrise?” Harley rubbed her shoulder gently.

“A walk?...” Ivy tore her gaze away from the wall to look tiredly up at Harley. “Yeah, that sounds nice…” 

“Alright… I’ll be right back, ok? I’ve just got to get…” As Harley tried to pull away Ivy’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm. 

“Wait! ...sorry.” Ivy let go, eyes wide. “Just… don’t be long, alright?” 

Harley leaned over, giving Ivy a quick peck on top of her head. “I’ll only be a moment. Love you.”

Ivy smiled softly, propping herself up as Harley momentarily left the room to fetch their clothes. Then, after a moment the darkness started closing in on her… suffocating her… trying to trap her, drag her down into its depths… 

Ivy shut her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Immediately the images plaguing her mind for so long flashed behind her eyelids.

Pamela, where are all your friends?

Fine, you want to know what my biggest fear is? Finally allowing myself to count on someone, and then having them ditch me! 

Harley… I… I can’t…

The first time my father hit me? That’s when I gave up on humans...

You know I love ya. Bye, Ive…

I’m… I’m saying I don’t want you to be here.

You’re right, Ivy. I deserve the best. 

Her eyes shot open again, and she was hit with a wave of dizziness which she shook her head in an attempt to clear. “Shit…” After a couple moments she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself like she’d done so many times before. Honestly, it was amazing she was able to hide it this long… but that also hurt, that it had gone unnoticed for as long as it had. At least she wasn’t alone in this anymore… at least she had-

“Harley?” Ivy called out, slowly climbing out of bed with the sheets wrapped around her. What was taking the blonde so long? 

Just then Harley skipped back into the room, bundles of clothes tucked under one arm. “Sorry! I was trying to hurry, then I ran into this huge mouse, and…” She was abruptly cut off as Ivy wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. 

When they were done, Ivy pulled away with a grin. “You? Big bad villain, scared of such a cute little animal? Wait till the Injustice League hears about this…”

Harley’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t!”

“Nah. Just wanted to see the look on your face… you’re adorable.” She planted another quick kiss on Harley’s cheek. “Now, let’s hurry up and get dressed. Maybe we can still catch the sunrise.”

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It's PTSD by the way, if it was hard to tell. (Apologies, I didn't want to just put it outright) Ivy suffers from PTSD in this fic, which makes sense, because she's been through some shit.

I was trying to spell "trigger" as "twigger" for whatever reason so I gave up and just decided to keep it going with the letters... please help?

No idea when part 3 will be out, I'm about to go watch Suicide Squad so I'm not really writing tonight.

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[slvtbible]

girls need love

pairing: frat!harry x cheerleader!y/n

word count: 2500

summary: just a hot cocky frat boy harry who determines to show you a good time rather than your boyfriend

warning: alcohol and drug use, hints of smut, vulgar language

a/n: i've always been tempted to write frat!Harry for a while now but I don't want it to be a typical high school cliche kind of piece. I’m adding a few different spices to it. Enjoy!

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y/n carefully zips up the short pink skirt she’s wearing for tonight. Straightening the skirt with her hands as she admires through the mirror how good the material looks on her figure. Topping it off with a white fitted crop top and crystal heels. She doubts herself for putting on too much effort for the party but her friends convinced her otherwise.

“You look fucking hot, not gonna lie” her best friend, Luna chimes while applying a lip gloss on her lips. Scanning y/n’s body. “Boys are gonna be all over you tonight!” she squeals excitedly, squeezing the tube back in her make up bag.

That causes y/n to roll her eyes. Boys this and boys that. As if she’s not dressing up tonight for herself. “I know what’s on your mind Luna but that isn’t going to happen. I’m just gonna there, drinking a few glass of Grey Goose or Jagermeister, smoke a few cigs and cuddle up with Brandon… hopefully”

Luna raises her eyebrow and exchanges looks with her other friend, Maria. Who has a ‘there she goes again’ look while brushing her jet black hair to remove unwanted knots.

“He’s a piece of shit. Why are you sticking around with him anyway?” Luna points bluntly, crossing her arms as she stares y/n from behind, who’s busy searching through her favorite pair of earrings.

“Exactly. He gives me bad vibes, y/n. He has a shitty reputation plus that boy only wants you for sex. I’m sorry to say that but we’re your friends and we’re only looking out for you.” Maria adds, putting her brush down before standing up from her dresser. “Jordan told me he’s bad news too.”

y/n sighs, attaching the golden hoop earrings as she hears her friends giving a lecture. “Appreciate it guys. But I can handle myself. If anything goes down south, you guys will be the first ones to know.” she smiles at both of them, messing with her thick long hair that falls above her hips.

The two seem quite unsure about it but let it slide anyway. Luna throws thumbs up to her way while Maria nods with a smile.

“Okay then” Luna says, slipping on her heels and grabbing her bag and car keys. “Come on ladies. I’m looking forward to getting hammered tonight. So y/n is driving” she gives a playful smile before tossing the keys towards her direction,

y/n laughs and shakes her head, easily grasping the keys as the three girls walk out.

As y/n arrives, there are already a few people on the outside. Drinking and making out shameless without any care in the world. The music is pumping loud even before she enters, which y/n can guess the fraternity is putting on Big Sean’s ‘Bounce Back’.

“Another typical frat party to attend. Quite getting tired of this shit.” y/n mumbles as she steps in, the two girls paying no attention to her while scanning over the crowded room.

It’s way too packed. She’s squeezing her way through a sea of sweaty bodies alone while Maria and Luna are looking for their boyfriends. y/n releases a breath of relief when she manages to get out of that. Finding herself standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“Baby! You made it!” She hears a deep voice from behind, spinning on her heels and finds her boyfriend, Brandon. A blue snapback place on top of his blonde hair. Hand gripping a red solo cup and eyes are slightly jaded. She assumes he has been smoking a lot of pot before she came here. “I’ve missed you so much” he mumbles, stepping closer towards her figure and pushes her towards his chest.

She gives a small laugh and hugs him back before pulling away slightly from his grip. Examining his red eyes and large pupils. “How much did you smoke tonight?” she asks straight away,

His hand gripping onto her waist, staring back at her as he shrugs. “Three or five? I don’t know. Why does it matter?” he sips on his alcohol,

“Just want you to be safe. Everytime you get high as a kite, you do something stupid.” she points out the obvious, her hands moving towards his shoulders quickly as he is about to fall. “And i bet this is not the second or the third glass you’re having” she firmly states,

“You’re right. It ain't. But I'm doing perfectly fine. Stop worrying” he says, hand moving down her ass and giving it a squeeze. “How about you and I go upstairs right now? Hm? Wanna fuck you so bad.” he utters against her neck

y/n resists the urge to roll her eyes at him, knowing it’s gonna make it worse. As a response, she shakes her head, moving his hand back to her hip. “Not while you’re like this. Take a breather, seriously. Drink some water” she suggests softly.

Brandon scoffs, lifting his head up and pushes her hands off his shoulders harshly causing her to widen her eyes. Mouth slightly agape at his harsh attitude.

“I didn’t make this party with my boys only for you to always bitch me around about how much I smoked or drank. It’s fucking annoying. Every time you walk in here, you’re always up to ruin my night.” he finishes the drink with a big gulp before chucking the empty cup down the floor. “Here’s a tip for you sweetheart, try to have some fun alright? Don’t come back until you’re ready for me to blow your back out” he snaps, glaring at his girlfriend before turning away to blend with the crowd again.

As she watches him leave, she sighs tiredly. Honestly, that wasn’t the first time she had ever seen him like this. She puts up with his nasty attitude and defends him in front of her own friends countless times because she believes deep down, he genuinely cares about her. When he’s sober, of course.

Because despite everything, he’s 100% different when he’s sober,

Well… okay, not really. She doesn’t know which one is true anymore.

y/n brushes of his attitude quickly and heads towards the fridge. Grabbing herself a can of beer before getting herself completely drunk tonight.

“Perhaps i should listen to Luna more” she mumbles, tasting the cold liquid as she sips it. Leaning her front against the counter, her elbows resting on top of the tiles. Observing the party while bobbing her head slowly to the music.

“That was extremely painful to watch”

She turns her head to where the voice comes from. Seeing Harry Styles, another member of the fraternity leaning against the doorway. His arms crossed causing his muscles to bulge out a little, he’s dressed in his usual attire. A white v neck and blue flannel with the sleeves roll up to his elbows. Chocolate curls tucked into a green snapback that he props on backwards along with dark skinny jeans he put on.

He shoots her a flirty smirk, causing his dimples to pop out. Pushing himself off the wall before walking towards her figure.

“Harry.” she speaks out his name, faking a smile when she watches him getting closer. “Surprised not to see you exchanging saliva with a girl in the corner of the room… like usual” she says sarcastically, moving her gaze back forward and taking a couple sip of the beer.

Harry winces playfully, pressing his hand to his heart pretending to get hurt by it. “Ouch princess” he leans sideways against the counter, propping his elbow on top as he laces his fingers, staring down at her who’s too busy looking away. “Always come up with horrible assumptions every time you see me. Never did once hear you say something nice”

She rolls her eyes, now glancing up to him who’s smirk never leaves his face. His lower lip taking in between his teeth. “Everybody knows you’re a player, Harry. What’s the nicest shit you could possibly gain from that?” she questions, eyebrows furrowing as she tilts her head back.

“At least I never humiliate you in front of people. You know i’m right” he shrugs, referring to what Brandon did earlier as he clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“What do you want, Harry?” she sighs, clearly showing she’s not in the mood to play tonight. “Can’t you see i’m busy?”

He chuckles, scratching his nose with his thumb. “Busy as in, isolating yourself from the party with a beer on your hand?” his finger points at the can, making her drop the can quickly. “Thought so. I'm here to keep you company.”

She can’t help but exhale a laugh, shaking her head. “Don’t act like I'm a damsel in distress. I don’t need a company. I’m pretty much capable on my own.”

“Again, you’re breaking my heart. By rejecting me.” he jokes, eyebrows raising as she watches him in amusement. “A guy wanting to have a chat with a pretty girl at the party isn’t allowed? Are there any policies about that?”

Her heart flutters a bit when he calls her pretty. Yeah, okay she does think Harry is hot. Like, really really hot. Who doesn’t think so? With that charming smile and seemingly soft curls that makes her go crazy a little bit. The vice captain of the football team that has every girl on campus swooning over, making it easy for him to flirt with a girl way into her panties.

“I’m flattered, truly I am. But flirting won’t get you anywhere Mister.” she tsks, wiggling her finger at him. “Especially flirting with a girl who already has a boyfriend. Another bad image for you, Styles.” she mutters, watching him chuckle with his green eyes staring back at hers.

“I am very much aware that you’re taken. But come on, harmless flirting? You’re gonna snitch on me? To him?” he asks, moving closer to leave a small space between them,

y/n takes a sharp breath as she feels how close they are right now. Clearing her throat and regaining her posture. “I might” she plays along, biting down onto her lip,

She sees how his eyes flicker down to her mouth, puffing out a deep breath from. Finding it hard to remove his gaze from her soft plump lips.

“You’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, grabbing a cup filled vodka before chugging it down his throat. “I’m blaming it on you.”

“Harder to what, exactly?” she curiously asks,

“To not want you.” He replies bluntly, his flirty tone changes into a deeper one. Eyes lusting over her face and down to her body.

She feels herself swallow a lump on her throat, crossing her arms as his back leans against the table now. Eyes never leaving hers.

“That’s not the right thing to say to your best friend’s girlfriend.” she slowly stands in front of him now, hands on her back. “What happens if he heard you? You don’t want that.”

“I’ll take my chances” He smirks, putting the empty cup down. Standing up straight as his palms firmly plants on the table. “Besides, Brandon is way too drunk to care right now, princess. He’s fucking shitfaced.”

She giggles, nodding to herself. “Don’t need to see it for myself, I know you’re telling the truth.”

“He treats you like shit. Do you know that? Or are you on that ‘blinded by love’ stage at the moment” he queries in a serious tone. Searching for an answer on her face.

With a sigh, she nods. “I’m aware. I just. . . don’t like being alone. Seems like every cheerleader must have a frat boyfriend, kind of like a thing somehow. I don’t wanna miss out” Honestly, she sounds quite stupid with the reason she’s giving him but it’s actually the half truth.

He looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word she said. “You’re making no sense. Brandon maybe my best mate but he’s still a fucking asshole” he responds, standing up straight, looking down at her. “I fucked girls, yeah. But not as many as you thought and certainly not as heartless as you thought, y/n. Believe me.”

She feels her knees weaken when his lips are inches away from hers. Pressing down her lips as her eyes look over his shoulder.

“I can treat you better.” her eyes bug out at his confession. “Been watching you over the past couple years and goddamn it y/n, you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. Not to mention, sweet and smartt.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear. Grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm,

“I can fuck you better too” his voice fills with lust, hand moving down to grab her hip gently. Thumbing the material of her skirt. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. Your sneaky glances aren’t exactly sneaky at all, baby” he whispers.

y/n already knows how wrong it is to be in this position. With his hand gripping her hip and her not halting his actions. Brandon might be the biggest ass she has ever encountered, but that doesn’t mean she’ll cheat on him. Despite how bad she wants it from Harry, she needs to stop. Yet she doesn’t. Why?

Because she actually wants this as bad.

“Is that a promise?” she flirts, flickering her stare back at him. Brown eyes glinting with desire and lust. Feeling his hand moves towards her cheek, cupping it gently as his thumb brushes against her light glossed lip. “Would be a shame if you’re nothing but an all talk, Harry”

The way she rolls his name off his tongue is causing his cock to twitch in excitement. Especially with that sexy stare she’s giving him, eyes wide and a naughty smile on her beautiful face saying how she’s ready to give it all to him.

‘Fuck you Brandon, your girl mine now.’ he thinks to himself cockily,

“Oh I promise you, darling.” he speaks slowly, pulling her close against his chest. “By the end of the night. The only name you’re going to remember is mine.”

He speaks so confidently and that causes her thighs to squeeze together as she feels her panties to slightly dampen. The sexual desire in her begins to grow even more, and she knows he feels the same way.

“I like the way you talk” she tells him, soft fingers running up and down his heavily tattooed arm.

He gives her a large wicked grin, leaning down a bit to brush his lips against her ear and whispers, “I want you to go upstairs and stay inside my room. You know which one. I expect your clothes are already on the floor once I get there. I’ll be up in fifteen.” he pecks her soft cheek, hearing her let out a soft whimper.

“I’m gonna wreck you tonight, darling.”

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this is short i apologize but tell me if you want part 2 to this! hope you all liked it!

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[thisismymeatsuit]

I'm reposting this because something is up with the links. I tried to fix it by reblogging everything, but that didn't work.

This was a bad idea. You could swim, however you were never the best. Why you agreed to go sailing on your friend’s rickety ass boat in the middle of the night was beyond you at the moment. Apparently, the view of the night sky was to die for.

“Hey! Watch out!” was the last thing you heard before the big moving bit of boat hit you and knocked you in the water.

Everything went black. Well blacker, considering it was night. The only thing you could hear was water rushing past as the current threw you around like so much debris. The sense of what was up and down left you as soon as you hit the water, and you had no way of knowing where to swim.

Just as your lungs about to inhale, water be damned, you felt a pair of arms pull you up to the surface near the boat. Sam (sometimes Samantha) threw down the ladder, so you could climb back in the boat. Sam was still in the boat?

As you climb in the boat, you ask them, “What the fuck just happened?”

“You got hit by the bow, I thought I killed you. You didn’t come up, and it’s so dark I couldn’t see you. I’m so sorry. This was a bad idea. You nearly died. I nearly killed you-” they were nearly sobbing at this point. You give them the one-armed hug to console them.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m fine. But I thought you pulled me out of the water?” you asked tentatively. You noticed Sam was dry, except where you touched them. “But since you’re dry, who saved me?” you inquired more to yourself than to Sam.

“I don’t know, you probably just swam up without realizing it. There is no one else anywhere near us. It’s lucky that you popped up near the boat, or I would never have seen you” they nearly broke down crying at the thought of them having missed you, so you squeeze their shoulder, “But we need to get you warm and dry before you become seriously ill,”

The ride back to the house seemed to take an eternity, but eventually you both got to Sam’s house without another incident. You kept thinking about what happened. You know you didn’t just swim to the surface, you know that you felt someone left you up to the surface. But that is impossible. Neither you nor Sam saw another boat on the water, but it was dark. In the morning, you decided to ask around to see if anyone was out on the water with you and Sam. There weren’t that many houses around.

Eventually, you just head to the water to try and escape Samantha hovering over you, making sure you were okay. While you appreciated their worrying, you just wanted to be alone. As you sit on the pier to watch the sun set, you take off your shoes to let your let dangle, toes just barely touching the water. Suddenly overcome with feelings of frustration, you shout, "I just want to know who saved me." You flop down on your back with your eyes closed and let out a big sigh. A few moments later, you hear someone clear their throat, "Ummm, excuse me?"

You sit up too quickly, the blood rushing down making your eyesight go dark briefly, "Yes? Sorry I didn't mean to-" you see someone's head out on the water a few feet away from you. You could only really see a vague outline, but their silhouette didn't seem quite right.

"Did you-"

"Were you-"

You both ask simultaneously.

"I just wanted to say-."

"I just wanted to ask-"

"You go first" they finally stated

"So, you're the one who saved my life?" You finally managed to get out.

"Yeah, are you doing okay? You took a pretty nasty fall last night."

"I'm alright, just a few bruises. Mostly just got the wind knocked out of me. Umm, could you come a little closer? I can't really see you all that well." They didn't say anything for a moment. "Unless you don't want to, I'm sure I'm bothering you while you're out swimming. I just want to thank you, so thanks," you could feel the awkwardness build up as you rambled on. In a rush to leave the uncomfortable situation, you slip your shoes back on in to leave. However, before you could get up to leave, you heard them cry out,

"Wait" you saw their head disappear under the water faster than you could blink. "You weren't bothering me," they said as they popped up, suddenly close the pier.

Now that you could see their face, it was clear that the person who saved your life was someone out of fairy tales. A mermaid saved your life.

"You're a mermaid," you blurted out without thinking. You could see that your outburst made them uncomfortable.

"I actually prefer to just be referred to as a mer or a merperson" they said nervously.

"Sorry. I . . . you just . . . I didn't know that merpeople existed," you managed to spit out. "Thank you for saving my life." you extend your hand out to them to shake, because why not, this interaction couldn't possibly get more awkward. Cautiously, they reach up to grasp your hand, as if rather uncertain if that was the right thing to do. They bring your hand down closer to their face and kinda sniff it?

"Yeah, we tend to stay away from humans, you tend to be rather noisy and destructive." they were still holding on to your hand. "But I am glad I was able to help you last night."

"That's a fair summation of humans." gently you pull your hand away, "I'm glad you were there to help me too. I have to go know, but will I see you again?" They looked uncertain for a moment. After a few seconds they finally said, "I would love to see you again. Would you be able to meet the same time tomorrow here?"

"Yes!" you answered with a bit too much enthusiasm, but they didn't seem to mind. They seemed to perk up too, flaring what you assumed to be their gills out, "I'll see you then." With a little splash and a flick of their tail, they swam away.

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling as you walked all the way back to Samantha's house.

Everyday for the past two weeks, you and Ezili met up every day around sundown. Sam a few days ago asked you why you still went on the pier after you almost drowned. You just told them that you couldn't let fear hold you back from enjoying the sunset and the night sky. They shrugged and asked to join you but you told them that while you hold a great deal of platonic love for them, you just needed time alone since y'all were living in the same house.

Soon however, summer vacation would be over, and you would have to go back to college. You did not cut contact with Ezili as you both have grown quite close in a rather short span of time. You had already convinced Sam to let you stay at their house by the water a bit longer because you needed the time away from you family, which wasn't a complete lie.

As hard as you tried not to think about your coming departure from you couldn't help but seem distracted this evening with Ezili. When they ask you what was wrong, you couldn't help but let all your concerns rush out at once.

"I have to in less than a week to go back to college, and I don’t want to leave you. But I have to go, but how could we stay in contact with each other? It's not like you get cell reception under there. And it's not like you have a P.O box either. But I really enjoyed out time together and the conversations that we have. I also really just like you. I don’t want to come back next year and you've forgotten about that time you saved some dumbass who wasn't paying attention from drowning,"

"Hey, your not a dumbass." They reach up out of the water and grasp your hands. "And how could I forget you? Even if you left for a hundred years, I would still remember you. Your kind, understanding, beautiful, and I'll miss you to. I understand that you have to leave for school, it is important endeavor. I want you to go to school and be successful in your career, whatever that may be. And if it isn't to forward of me, when your finished with school and get settled down, maybe you would like to come back and catch up." By the end of their speech, you could feel your tears rolling down you face uncontrollably.

"I will come back." you promise to them. "and until I have to leave, I will enjoy out time together." The rest of the evening was spent talking about the future and what you and Ezili would do when you got back.

You graduated college, learned ASL, and took up diving (and finally learned to swim). You managed to get an amazing job in your field that paid well because the company you worked for considered you "well-rounded". Eventually you were able to get transferred near the coast, all of your coworkers wondered why you would want to live in the middle of no-where by the water. You just smiled and gave them a non-committal answer, saying something about the weather being nicer there.

The day you moved in you went to the old pier at sundown. You don’t know what you expected. It's been years since you’ve been here. You sat down on the pier, letting your feet dangle over the edge like all those years ago. You watched the horizon, hoping that you would see a dark figure in the water, but not really sure what you would say to Ezili if they showed up. It's been so long since you've spoken to them. However, you still remember what they said to you, all those years ago.

Well after the sun had gone down, you decided to leave. They weren't coming. Even though you knew they weren't coming, you could feel the heavy weight of disappointment take up residence in you chest.

The next day you mostly worked on unpacking your stuff and getting settled in. Staying busy as to not think about them and your disappointment. That evening at sundown, you were at the pier. You don’t remember you decided to go back, but here you were. Hesitantly, you quietly called out "Hey, Ezili. You probably don't remember me, but I'm back. I came back. If you still want to catch up-" a head popped up out of the water and not just any head. It was Ezili.

"You came back!"

"You came back!"

Quickly you stood up and removed your overclothes, so you were just in a bathing suite, and jumped in.

"I missed you so much, and look, I can swim now!" they wrap you in their arms, hugging you. You could feel their muscles flexing their tail, keeping you both a float as embraced.

"I missed you too. Look at you. I can hardly believe you’re here. Tell me everything that's happened to since you left" and you do, starting from your transfer to move closer to Ezili. Half way though you noticed you were still clinging to them and how close you still were. You figured they were too polite to say anything to you and decided to detangle yourself from them as you were talking. They gave you a look that you weren't sure how to interpret, but you just kept talking. Finally you just end up telling them, "I really missed you. I wanted so much to come back and visit you, but I couldn't bear to leave you again. But now I'm here. To stay. If you want"

"My family kept wondering why I came back here, day after day, risking exposure, but I couldn't stay away in hopes that you would return. My parents have been pressuring me to settle down with someone and have children, but I couldn't" You felt your chest tighten.

"Ezili, I-"

"I know you never asked me to wait for you, but I wanted to. Our friendship was, and in some ways is still so new, and I didn't want to put pressure on you to come back when you have the entire world to explore. Now that you're here to stay, I want to court you, and get to know each other better." you move closer to them.

"Ezili, everything I have done since I left was so that I could come back to you. I can't explain why but I needed see you again. I don't think I could have stayed away, not even if I wanted to." you moved closer to Ezili wrapping your arms around their neck, "Ezili, I would gladly court you."

They smile, showing you their too sharp to be human teeth, and kiss you carefully, but they couldn’t stop smiling. And honestly neither could you.

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[axelbluesworld]

Alone in the lake

Riley sat on the floor of her room staring at nothing, this whole week had been very stressful, and the worst thing was that Jack had died.

Many times she said that she hated most of the things that Jack did. She hadn't realized then that those little things were the most missed of him.

His irritating laugh, his constant jokes, his jokes and references to old movies, his obsession with rock and his great love for Brus Willis

Her phone rang on the ground for the third time in the last hour, but she didn't bother to pick it up because she knew exactly who the call was from.

Mac had been calling her all day, and all she did was ignore him, she didn't want to talk to him or anyone else unless it was Jack, but he was gone.

She tries to suppress her feelings and let go of the worst pain, which is extremely difficult.

Without realizing it, tears were already falling freely down her cheeks after almost 3 years, and the only time she was able to see him again was from inside a coffin.

Once again, her phone vibrated on the ground, and finally, giving up, she decided to answer.

"What do you want, Mac?" she asked

"I just wants to talk to you Riles, I need to know how you are," Mac said.

"I'm completely fine, you don't have to worry," Riley said calmly.

"Riles ..." before Mac could say anything else, she hung up.

She hit her head against the wall and groaned in annoyance. She wasn't sure who she was upset with, she just knew she was upset.

At that moment she hated the whole world for every second she was away from Jack, she was sad, angry and hurt.

She didn't know how long it had been since she was sitting on the ground and she didn't care at the time.

Suddenly, she heard a sound coming from the hall, immediately became alert and walked to see who it was.

She picked up a baseball bat from her room and walked down the hall. She put the bat down when she saw the person in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked a little annoyed.

"I needed to see you" answered Mac

"How did you get inside?" she demanded

Mac simply smiled and showed her a small hair clip that was now bent over.

"Why don't you imagine it?" She rolled her eyes and went back to her room.

"Where do you think you are going?" Mac said, taking her hand.

"To my room, and if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone," Riley said.

"Riley, I just want to help you" said Mac

"Mac, I really appreciate that you want to help me, but I'm completely fine," Riley said.

"I know you are not, I know you Riles" said Mac

Riley just lowered her head and sighed as she looked at the ground, Mac walked over to her and wrapped her in his arms.

"Talk to me, Riley." said Mac

"It's so hard to get over all of this, he promised me that we would spend all our time together when he comes back and I didn't know at the time that that was the last I would hear from him, I miss him so much," Riley said.

"Riley, I know that losing Jack is one of the hardest things that can happen to us, but I promise you that from now on everything is fine, fine, I will be with you at all times, and we will overcome this pain together" said Mac

"Mac, this is more complicated, Jack was one of the most important people to me, but you've already lost a lot of people, I don't want to bother you with my pain too" said Riley

"Riles, you and I are a bundle, remember? We support each other no matter what, I'll be there for you as you will be here for me, I don't want you to be sad Riley," Mac said.

Riley shed several tears, Mac looked into her eyes and gently wiped away the tears that had stained her cheek. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes, just hugging.

"Let me take you somewhere," Mac said out of nowhere.

"where?" Riley asked

"Don't ask, it's a special place," Mac said.

"It's too late," Riley said when she saw that it was 9 PM.

"Do you have time to sleep," Mac joked.

"Okay, but tell me where will you take me" he asked again.

"I won't tell you," Mac said.

Mac led Riley to his car, and they were both silent for a couple of minutes, Riley watched as Mac turned on the radio and then Wilie Nelson's music began to play.

"Wilie nelson?" Riley asked a little amused.

"Jack liked it, this music makes me remember him," Mac said.

"I remember" she smiled a little but became serious again.

Mac drove in silence for a couple of minutes while Riley just stared out. Riley moved from her place and looked at Mac with a serious expression.

"Why are we leaving town?" asked Riley

"you will see?" He playfully winked at her

"Are you planning to kill me?" Riley asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, where i'm taking you, no one will be able to find your body," Mac joked

Riley shook her head and leaned her arm against the window to look out, they drove about 25 minutes until they finally reached their destination.

The place was a forest quite far from the city and the people themselves, everything around it was very dark, and the only thing that lit up were the lights of Mac's car.

"where we are?" Riley asked when he got out of the car.

"you'll see" said the words from before

Mac took a flashlight from the car and guided her down a path that was there in the woods, Mac held her hand as they walked through that dark place.

After a few minutes they came to a clearing in the middle of that forest, but the clearing was not the only thing there, right there was a small pond that was illuminated by the light of the moon.

"Where are we Mac?" Riley asked him again.

"It's a place that Jack and I found a few years ago, he and I used to come here to get rid of the stress of work," Mac explained.

"So this is where you two disappeared when no one found you," Riley said.

"Jack said he wanted to keep this place a secret from everyone else. He and I were very close, sometimes we just need a place where he and I can be alone," said Mac

"Why did you bring me here?" Riley asked

"Because you need what I needed years ago, a quiet place and someone to help you overcome the pain, I know you are a very strong woman, Riley but I want you to know that sometimes it is okay to cry when you feel sad, Jack was the only person I went to when I felt bad and we both came here and since he left the only person that has been for me has been you and you should know that now I will be the one who is there for you "said Mac

Before Mac could say, anything else, Riley threw herself into his arms to hug him, Mac immediately returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her.

"Thanks Mac, thanks for bringing me here" she said against his neck

"Anytime, Riles" Mac gently kissed her head

They stayed like this for another minute until Mac picked her up off the ground, and she panicked because she knew what she was about to do.

"Mac, put me down, don't you dare do it" Riley yelled, hitting him on the shoulder.

Mac just ignored what she said and took her to the lake and then threw her into the water.

"You are a fool" she yelled annoyed

"But that's how you love me" scoffed Mac

Riley was not happy, and without him being able to do something, she took his legs and made him fall into the water as well.

They spent most of the night in that little pond enjoying a quiet and fun time.

When it was 2 in the morning, they were both in their underwear by the fire that Mac had made to dry their clothes.

Neither of them was bothered by the fact that they were both literally in their underwear, they had seen each other half naked before and there was no one around, so they were fine for the moment.

Riley lay down on the ground to get a perfect view of the stars. She looked at Mac who was looking at her.

"That's a children's story, but right now I want to believe that Jack is up there next to the stars, watching us from above," Riley said without taking her eyes off the stars

“When I was a kid, I believed it, and maybe I still do. So when I was little, I really liked astronomy, I thought my mother was there somewhere, "Mac said.

"Maybe she is, she and Jack must be up there" she said pointing to the stars.

Mac got up from his place and took his clothes since he was close now and started dressing. Riley did the same as well and followed Mac to the water's edge where Mac had sat.

They both stayed a few minutes just looking at the water, the stars and the moon were reflected in it, and it was a spectacular sight.

"I love you," Mac said out of nowhere.

"what?" asked Riley surprised

"I love you, I love you as more than a friend Riles, I know you don't see me the same way, but right now I don't want to keep this to myself" said Mac beside him.

"Seriously?" Riley asked

"Yeah, I've been in love with you for a while, and I never had the guts to tell you," Mac said.

He turned to look into her eyes and Mac put his hands on her cheek and slowly approached her, Riley didn't know how she reacted to everything she had just said, it was what she had wanted for so long and now she could have done it . that, and that made him nervous.

"Can I kiss you even once?" Mac begged inches from his face.

Without thinking twice, she nodded and slowly her lips met his.

It was such a soft, sweet, tender, affectionate, intimate kiss, there were so many emotions in that simple kiss. Riley gently ran her hands through Mac's hair as one of Mac's hands rested on his waist while the other rested on his neck.

They parted when shortness of breath was present, but kept their foreheads together, Riley looked Mac in the eye and leaned in closer to wrap her arms around him for a hug.

"I like you too, I love you too" he said

"in cerium?" asked Mac

"very cerium" said Riley

Mac moved to leave the hug and stand up, reached out to help her up.

"There's something else I want you to see," Mac said.

"What?" she asked

"Come with me" Mac took her hand and led her to a nearby tree.

On the tree were engraved the letters "M + J" and just below were other letters "BFF" she knew what each of the letters that were there meant

He looked at Mac and saw small tears trickle down his cheek. He smiled a little and then saw her.

"Jack wrote this the first time we came to this place, he put the M for Mac and the J for Jack, which are the initials of our name, and then he put the BFF which stands for best friends forever," Mac said.

"Typical Jack," Riley said with a smile.

Mac smiled back, pulled out his knife before crouching in front of the tree. Riley watched him do worse, wasn't sure until he got up.

Mac had engraved the letters "R + M" with a heart next to his initials.

When he stood next to her, she jumped up in his arms and kissed him on the lips. When they walked away, Riley smiled at him and he took her hand to lead her to the water's edge.

"I wish Jack was here" said Riley

"Me too, but now I'm happy because I have you" said Mac

They both enjoyed that moment alone at the lake, they missed Jack, but now they knew that everything was going to be fine because they had each other.

#macgyver #mac x riley #macriley #riley davis #angus macgyver #jack dalton

[hopelesshawks]

400 followers?! Surely you would be well over a thousand with your fantastic writing!! But seriously, congrats on the milestone!! ❤️

I'm always late to the match up events so feel free to ignore this if I'm late again. I'm 33, sun sign Leo (ascendant Sagittarius, moon Pisces). INFJ and I work in youth mental health. I'm a mix of German and Maltese so I'm quite pale looking but with shoulder length dark hair. My style is probably best described as lazy. If it's comfy and is loose fitting, it's mine. I can't begin do describe how much I hate fitted clothing. Hobbies wise, I love art, d&d, random walks with no destination, petting as many animals as I have permission to pet, and staying home snuggled in soft fluffy blankets. My work is pretty full on so outside of it, I'm pretty much a home body and revel in not having tasks or plans. Prefer a male match but, hey, if it's a match, then it's a match 😊

Ahhh you’re too sweet! Maybe one day I’ll hit over a thousand, that’d be incredible, but I am grateful for the followers I have now. And I mean you’ve literally been here since my first fic so thank you!!!

You’re not late at all! I match you with Fatgum!

Hear me out. I know he’s not a popular choice for simping but that man would be so sweet and caring. When you mentioned work being full on I immediately knew I wanted to pair you with one of the pros and who better to snuggle and veg out on the couch in cozy blankets with than Fatgum! You guys would have epic movie nights and when your jobs have run you down there’s nothing better than ordering a fuck ton of takeout and having a nice night in. Plus think of the hoodies you could steal 👀

You’re stood in the middle of the kitchen in one of Taishiro’s hoodies debating whether you have the energy to cook or not when he comes home from work. The first thing you notice is that his weight is down and that’s enough for you to decide that takeout is the move. You have your favorite takeout place on speed dial and when you answer the phone the employee who answers’ voice is a familiar one. “The usual for you guys?” he asks as you make your way towards the entryway to greet your exhausted boyfriend. “Yep! Maybe double up on a couple of the orders,” you tell him as you open your free arm and let Taishiro fall against you his arms coming up to circle around you as you rub his back. “No problem! Thought you might call when I saw the news so I’ll have that to ya in ten,” the man on the other end promises. “You’re the best man, see you in ten.” “Anything for my best customers!”

As soon as the phone call ends you pocket your phone so you can wrap Fatgum up in your arms more fully. “Long day yea?” you ask and he nods. “How about you?” he asks. “Good! Couple of the kids finally had breakthroughs today,” you grin softly, warmth filling you at the thought alone.

“Will you tell me all about it?”

“Of course.”

You spend the next ten minutes turning your living room into a bastion of comfort with blankets and pillows pulled from the hall closet that you’d bought explicitly for this purpose. When the food arrives you insist Taishiro make himself comfortable while you go to retrieve it, thanking your favorite delivery guy and giving him a generous tip as you collect the copious amounts of food from him. You return to the living room then and set out your bounty within arms reach of the bundle of blankets before your boyfriend is pulling you into join him, settling you against his body and then wrapping you both back up in the blankets as best as possible while still leaving your arms free to grab food. Once you’re both settled he finally says “Ok now tell me about these kids.”

You’re more than happy to tell him all about the children and teens you’ve been working with recently and he’s more than happy to listen. He loves watching you talk about your work, the way your eyes light up at the triumphs of those you work with. He’s mesmerized by you, his hunger and the food waiting around you both momentarily forgotten as he stares at you dreamily. It takes you awhile but eventually you realize you’re the only one eating and you pause in your story telling to give him a fond look. “Taishi….” “Hm?” “You’re not eating Love.” “Uh huh.” “Taishi! I’m serious! You need to fuel back up for tomorrow!” He gives you a sheepish grin in response and you roll your eyes fondly before grasping hold of one of the containers and pushing it into his hands. “Eat up or I won’t finish the story Mister,” you insist and he finally relents with a chuckle, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Alright if you insist, I’ll try to eat and listen at the same time,” he finally relents.

Once he starts eating he can’t help but wolf what’s left of your takeout order down, exactly as you’d predicted. You don’t comment on his ravenous appetite, you’re well accustomed to it by now especially when he’s had to expend the extra calories he stores up. Gradually as you continue sharing stories he starts to return to the rounder shape you’re far more accustomed to, but no matter how his size changes he’s always prioritizing how to keep you optimally cozy within the blankets that surround the two of you. By the time you’ve run out of stories and food and Fatgum is looking more like his usual stuff the sun has long since set and it’s gotten late. “We should call it a night,” you tell him, already seeing the way sleep is starting to grab hold of him. He hums in agreement, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “What plans do you have for Saturday?” he asks suddenly as he helps pull you to your feet and you both make your way to your shared bedroom. “Mm, nothing right now, I’m pretty sure.” “Keep it that way. I have the day off and we can enjoy a day in together. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“Good. I can’t wait for whatever stories you’ll have for me then.”

#Ahhhh I hope you like this! sorry it took so long! and thank you for supporting me for as long as you have #400 follower redux #hopeless.inbox

[fangirlings-things]

He's just too much — Part. 3

A/N: hey guuuys, thank you for all the positive feedback on the previous chapter and I'm sorry for the waiting, but here I am finally with chapter 3!!! I'm thinking about doing a final part 4 so, as usual, let me know what you think

Pairings: Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: a few curse words, mentions of smut

Summary: Michael Gray is just too much for (Y/N) to not fall in love with him

Word count: 1913

Part. 1 Part.2 Part. 4

"Here" Tommy poured a glass of whiskey and gave it to you, watching with his eyebrows raised while you drank all the liquid in a matter of seconds and returned the glass to him, to be filled again, not even flinching by the strong taste. "Wanna tell me what's going on, (Y/N)?" the dark haired then asked, turning around to refill your drink. 

"I'm fucking stupid, that's what's going on" you said with your eyes fixed on the floor, while passing your fingers on the arm of the chair you had seated on as soon as you both had walked into that room of his house and he closed the door behind you two. 

Tommy sighted, then turned around and gave you the glass of whiskey again. While he saw you take this time only a sip, he knealed in front of you so that your eyes were on the same height. He inspected your face little by little, searching for the answers he wanted there, because he most times sucessed using that strategy. He knew you extremely well; maybe more than anyone else. You realized what he was thinking by the narrowing of his eyes and sighting, you tried to force a smile for him. 

"Everything's fine, Tommy. No need to worry about" you said, trying to hide your lie by taking another sip from the whiskey that had been burning your throat. It still burned less than the words that left your mouth during your argument with Michael. Suddenly you wondered what he had done. Was he still in the corridor you and Tommy had left him? Did he got back to the party and to that blonde girl? It was better, if you didn't knew. 

"You were crying, (Y/N). You never cry in public. And I always worry about you" he stated, touching your face with his right hand softly and you couldn't help but lean in to that touch that was always so comfortable. "It's something about Michael, isn't it?" he asked, and you felt your heart skip a beat on your chest. He noticed the shocking in your expression, then got up and walked to the chair that was in front of yours. Sitting down, he gave you a little smirk. "By the way you were arguing, anyone could see that you two had unfinished business"

"Great, I ruined your event with my screaming" you said before finishing the content of your glass again. Embarrassment took a hold of you, as well as guilt. Tommy had worked so hard for making that happen and you threw his work in the trash. 

"You didn't, it's everything ok. Polly is hosting the whole thing while I'm with you" he said and you felt relief fill every inch of you. You had ruined your night while screaming like that, not Tommy's. "And I think that deep down, the guests were kinda expecting a scene like that. After all..." 

"We are the Peaky fucking Blinders" you completed his phrase and he gave you a nod in agreement. You both set in there quietly for a few minutes that seemed like hours and after giving it some thought you realized that after all Tommy, was your best friend. He was the one you always could talk to about anything and everything. You loved him and if you lost him someday, it would break you so hard that you doubted that you would ever be able to rebuild. Saying to yourself that you owned him some explanation, you decided to tell him the truth. "You're right. About Michael. He's the reason I was... crying"

"Did he hurt you?" Tommy's voice was low and controled, but the threat behind it could easily be noticed. 

"Yes" you said with a laugh empty of any humor, playing distractedly with the glass that was still in your hands. You saw the way Tommy's expression had gotten immediately dangerous and you took a deep breath. "I mean, he didn't. Not physically anyway" getting up, you walked to the wooden stable that was on the center of the room and put the glass upon it. You heard footsteps and when you turned around, you saw the black haired man staring at you completely serious. 

"(Y/N) you have five minutes to tell me exactly what happened before I go downstairs and beat the shit out of Michael" he stated firmly and as much as you were angry at Michael and wanted him to feel some of the pain he had caused you, you knew that it wouldn't be fair to do that. 

"I like him, okay?" you said hesitantly, staring at Tommy who didn't move or said anything. You frowered your forehead at him. "You're not surprised?" 

"Your not as difficult to read as you think, (Y/N). For quite some time I have been noticing the way you acted around him; how you fancied the guy" Tommy admitted, and you felt ridiculous. It must have looked like you were completely stupid for liking someone who didn't gave a shit about you. You wished that no one else had noticed. 

"Well, even if the whole fucking neighborhood knew about how I felt, Michael didn't. He never realized, I guess anyway. So when I went to talk to Polly the other day about some advice..."

"You asked the mother of the guy you like for advice?" Tommy raised his eyebrows, momentarily seeming to forget the seriousness of the conversation and looking confused. 

"Don't judge me, I was desperate!" you replied, feeling extremely uncomfortable in your dress, like it was suffocating you. Add this with your hurt and anger, you almost wanted to rip out your own skin. "This stupid shit!" you screamed losing control and started taking off the dress angrily. 

"Ahn... (Y/N)?" Tommy kept his eyebrows raised, watching as you got completely out of of your dress and threw it away with your left hand. 

"What?" you putted your hands on your hips, now wearing only a bra and panties along with your high heels. Out of that black piece of clothing, you already felt better. Your mental state must have scared Tommy, because he didn't say more. And the fact that your relationship was so strong and genuine, didn't even made you bother about being almost naked in front of him. "Look Tommy, not much happened. Polly wasn't there in that night. Michael was. He kissed me and then left. And today, he kissed a rich blonde girl and I got pissed so that's why I was crying"

"Have you tried to speak to him?" Tommy seemed less stressed now, that he knew that Michael's actions weren't perverted or evil towards you. 

"What you saw down there is our way of trying to speak" you said sadly, because you knew that Tommy was right. The attempts of talking to each other normally had gone extremely wrong and if you guys could get to an agreement, to an understatement about not interfering in each other's lives anymore, maybe you both could move on. Even if you secretly didn't want to. 

"It'll be ok, little one. I promise" Tommy's voice was gentle and you were able to smile after hearing those words. 

"You know you can't promise me that. But thanks anyway, Tommy" you saw him looking back at you with a smile too on his lips and when a cold breeze entered the room through the nearest open window, you shivered. "Give me your suit"

"I knew you would ask me that" he laughed and then took off his suit, putting it on your shoulders next. Instantly, you felt warmer and safer. "I'll tell the maids to arrange a room for you to spend the night, ok?" you nodded and then after hugging you tightly for a minute he left, closing the door behind him. 

Alone for the first time since your argument with Michael, you thought about your words. His words. The hurt in his face. The sadness you thought that took a hold of your own features. In a twisted way, you had liked the fact that you two actually talked. Or tried to before starting to yelling. If things were more simple, you maybe could have a chance. Maybe. 

You were practically asleep when you heard knocking on the front door of your apartment. Even though it could be a strange thing to someone to be at your door on the middle of the night, it had happened before. Maybe Arthur had gotten drunk and your place was the nearest he could get to before passing out or maybe, Jon had a fight with Esme and wanted to crash in your home for the night. 

Wondering what of those things would be the one, you got up from your bed and walked to the front door wearing only your nightshirt. You opened the door and your eyes instantly widened when you saw Michael Gray standing on the corridor of the building, his eyes immediately fixing on your eyes. 

It had been five days since the whole argument in Tommy's house and since then, you hadn't seen each other. You took those days to think, to set your head in place and try to assimilate the fact that you wouldn't have him because he didn't want you. Simple as that. But now he was at your door, and all the emotions came rushing back like a hurricane. 

"What do you want?" your voice got out harsh, and your hand was gripping at the door firmly. You felt tempted to just shut it right on his face. His stupid beautiful face. You held back that urge though, accepting the possibility that he could be there for bussiness. 

"We need to talk" he replied, jaw clenched. The shadow of frustration could be seen on his features and it got you intrigued. 

"About?" you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him with that same harsh tone on your voice. 

"Don't play dumb, (Y/N). We need to speak about... us" he hesitated but completed his statement, taking his eyes out of you for only a second before turning them back at you. 

You couldn't help. You laughed. A genuine loud laugh that made him blush from embarrassment and something else. As soon as you were able to stop laughing, you gave him a serious look. "There is no us, Michael. And it's fun that in less than a week I got from bitch to dumb. Think I'm making progress on your raking" and with that you tried to close the door, but he pushed it with his hand and gave you the most fierce look he ever did. 

"Don't you close this door. We need to speak" he held it open. There were so many emotions expressed on his face at the same time that you couldn't even identify them. 

"What do you wanna say? You're planning on telling me how you fucked that blonde after the event? How she's perfect for you?" the irony was clear in your words and that made him lost control. 

With a hard push he opened completely the door and then got in your apartment, shutting it with a kick of his right foot. The door bang and you took a deep breath as he walked in your direction and stopped millimeters away. His breath on your face was hot and his smell of cigarettes and cologne never seemed so dangerous and so good.

"Now, we are going to talk"

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