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seivsite · 8 months

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YOUR OCEAN EYES.

includes: neuvillette x fem!reader. there’s no use of pronouns however reader is referred as “madame”, possibly ooc, reader is shorter than neuvillette — wc: 583

“Monsieur Neuvillette, it is a pleasure to meet you today,” you greeted, tenderly bidding farewell to one of the Melusines whose flowing locks you had just artfully styled.

“And I, to you, madame (Name),” Neuvillette replied, his gaze momentarily stolen by two Melusines peeking mischievously from behind a wall, seemingly cheering him on in his pursuit.

“May I be graced with the pleasure of your time?” he inquired, extending his hand towards you.

“Hmm? Sure, where would you like to go?” you replied, your curiosity piqued. Neuvillette extended his hand, a silent invitation you graciously accepted.

As he led you toward his office, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Once inside, he gestured for you to take a seat on one of the plush couches, taking a seat himself.

“I must express my profound gratitude for your devoted care of the Melusines in recent days,” Neuvillette began, his legs crossing gracefully, his eyes aflame with sincerity.

“Ah, it’s about that,” you responded, feeling a bit caught up in the emotions of the moment. “It wasn’t a problem at all. You’ve been quite busy, and they were genuinely concerned about your well-being. You shouldn’t worry them, you know.”

“Thank you for your concern, although I want to get straight to the point,” Neuvillette continued, retrieving a small box and placing it before you.

“A gift, as a token of my appreciation,” he said with a warm smile. “I hope it pleases you.”

You found yourself pleasantly surprised, the box gleaming with golden engravings that whispered of opulence.

“Is this from you?” you inquired, gently taking hold of the box and inspecting it.

“Some of them are, yes,” Neuvillette replied, his gaze unwavering. “Others are from the Melusines.”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed, a rush of warmth flooding your heart as you moved closer, enfolding Neuvillette in a heartfelt embrace. He rose from his seat, fully receiving your tender hug, though little did you know, you were about to set off a cascade of emotions within him, like a radiant rainbow unfurling outside the window.

“It’s my pleasure,” Neuvillette replied, his hand gently patting your back, his inexperience in such matters evident.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you sensed his bewilderment. “When someone hugs you, you reciprocate like this,” you whispered softly, guiding his arms to enfold you in return. A harmonious symphony of hearts ensued, with his own beating a rapid, unfamiliar rhythm. You contemplated pulling away, but Neuvillette’s hold remained firm.

“Perhaps it may seem impulsive of me, but might we linger in this embrace for just a little longer?” Neuvillette requested, his chin finding a tender resting place upon your head.

You responded with a gentle hum of agreement, planting a playful kiss upon his cheek. A telltale blush adorned his features, and in an attempt to conceal it, he sought refuge in the curve of your neck, eliciting a melodious laugh from you.

“Would you, by any chance, do me the honor of serving your sentence?” you suddenly asked, leaving him momentarily perplexed.

“What sentence?” he inquired, his eyes dancing with curiosity.

"To serve your sentence for the theft of my heart and my unwavering attention," you replied, and in response, Neuvillette chuckled softly, his fingers tenderly sweeping strands of hair away from your face.

“Anchor me, then, to the fathomless depths of the ocean that is your heart, my dearest,” he replied with ardor, his words a poetic vow.

“I promise to cherish and adore her with unwavering sincerity.”

NOTES. i rly liked him after the archon quest so yuh neuvillette’s just a polite man who doesn’t understand why he likes spending time with the reader

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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Reader's Stuffed Toy

Just a silly little set of drabbles about different characters finding out that the reader has a plushie in their likeness :D

Gender neutral reader, platonic fluff, very slight angst in Foul Legacy's part

Characters: Ayato, Foul Legacy, Gorou, Tighnari, Rex Lapis (yes the dragon), Xiao

Ayato is insufferably smug about it from the moment he realises. He’ll waste no time in teasing you about it and commenting on the plush, though there’s a dark flicker of something in his eyes whenever he catches you contently snuggled up to it, or tucking it carefully into your bag for a long trip. It may take some reassurance that no, this little bundle of fluff isn’t as good as the real thing, until he warms to the idea, and eventually you may find little packages laid out addressed only to “The Junior Yashiro Commissioner.” that, when opened, reveal itty bitty clothes, hand-sewn by Thoma with the utmost care to match Ayato’s own day-to-day outfits. He also may incorporate the toy into his own routine, occasionally stealing it from you so that it can ‘complete its paperwork for the day’. He denies being in any way attached to the toy, but it’s hard to take his claims seriously when he’s got it sitting on his desk in a little chair belonging to Ayaka’s dolls, with a teeny tiny brush and paper in hand.

Though Foul Legacy doesn't entirely get it, he understands that the stuffed toy is of great importance to you. He holds it so delicately, like it's made of glass, so his claws won't shred it. He'll mimic the way you treat it, patting it on the head and chirping curiously at it, as if it's a living creature. It takes him a while to realise how much the toy actually resembles him - there’s a level of disconnect between him and his physical form, but the moment he finds out, he can’t seem to stop thinking about it. He wonders why you’d want a plush of (what he perceives to be) such a monster, but it seems to bring you a great deal of comfort, so he lets it slide, making sure to always be extra careful when he’s tucking it in next to you while you sleep. He finds a whisper of familiarity and comfort in the way you treat the plush that makes him think back to days long past in a small, seaside village, supplying his little siblings with various toys and watching them play.

Gorou is utterly embarrassed - his immediate response is to ask if the Guuji Yae put you up to this. He cannot fathom why you’d be carrying around other than it being some sort of ploy to mess with him. He encourages you to put it away, seemingly worried about any of the other soldiers seeing and potentially teasing him for it - it’s all in good fun, of course, but Gorou is more than a little shy at the best of times. He doesn’t really get it, and may pull you aside to ask you more questions, but there’s just something about it that doesn’t seem to click for him. Though, once he knows you’re being kind and genuine, and that the plush was a one-off commission and not some kind of mass-produced piece, he’s more inclined to allow it, though he’ll get all blushy whenever he thinks about it - he just can’t quite process the fact that you like him enough to own something like that. Even if his soldiers happen to catch on, they realise that there’s a boundary of sorts there, though they may donate little trinkets and tiny toy weapons to the ‘miniature general’ as a sort of good luck ritual before big battles.

Tighnari finds the plush one day when you accidentally leave it sitting out - his initial reaction is one of utter confusion as he wonders if his admirers have grown so bold that they’re now making merchandise of him on top of the trading cards that are circulating. The moment he picks it up and realises it’s drenched in your scent, he’s pleasantly surprised and more than a little flattered. The concept of comfort objects is quite familiar to him, and he takes care to place the toy exactly where he found it. He keeps a closer eye out in an attempt to catch you in the act, partially out of curiosity, but also a little because he likes the confidence boost he gains from it, and how embarrassed you seem to be about the whole situation, hiding the toy away whenever he comes near. If it’s ever brought up, he just kind of laughs it off, but the twitching of his ears reveals how endeared he is to this specific trait of yours. He may also try to find ways to subtly direct you towards Collei, who also has similar comfort objects of her own and can be pretty embarrassed about them at times - this may end up with both of you having cute little Tighnari plushies in your possession.

Rex Lapis takes it pretty well in stride, doesn’t even comment on it at first - after all, this is basically a form of worship, no? That is, until he realises that you treat the toy as a companion more than an item of reverence. He’s a little confused about it at first, watching as you walk about with the plush dragon tucked in your arms, chattering away to it. Eventually, he caves and rumbles out his questions about it, asking if this is meant to be some form of teasing or mockery and listening intently as you awkwardly try to fumble out an acceptable explanation. It takes him some time to grasp the concept that it’s simply an item of comfort to you, and even then he’s not entirely convinced it’s some kind of adeptal trick or machine brought to life somehow.

Xiao isn’t sure how to react. It’s not something you really chose to hide from him, considering his own outlandish habits, you figured he probably wouldn’t even care, but it seems that his fight or flight kicks in whenever he glimpses you with the plush that bears such a striking resemblance to him. His cheeks flush and his pointed ears tilt downwards as he crosses his arms over his chest and demands to see the toy, asking where you got it and why you have it. It’s not quite something he can wrap his head around - why would you want to have something that looks like him when you could just call his name and have the real him there in an instant? If he’s feeling particularly agitated that day, he may just pocket the toy and walk away with it - it’s not the first time he’s done something like that to one of your belongings, and you know it won’t be the last. Following him reveals that he tucks it away in a secluded corner of his nest amongst the high branches of Wangshu Inn, maybe even placing some other similar trinkets and scraps of fabric around it like an imitation of his own nest. He might just turn a blind eye if you happen to be brave enough to try and steal it back from him, though this may end up in an impromptu long-term game of ‘capture the flag’.

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reidingandwriting · 1 month

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Speak Now (Hotch’s Version)

Chapter One: Enchanted

“All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you”

Word Count: ~1000 words

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: None I think? This chapter is pure fluff :)

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A/N: Hello hello! This is the start of my Eras Tour fanfic series, and we are starting with the album Speak Now featuring Aaron Hotchner! Every chapter in this series will follow a song from Taylor Swift’s album being featured to tell a story of a relationship. I am super excited for this series! If you have any characters you’d like to tie to future albums, please let me know! Some series may feature canon couples, some may feature ships, some may be reader-inserts, so I hope at least one part of the series clicks with you 💜 This chapter is a shorter one, sorry!

Another FBI banquet. A perfect way to spend one of the only days off you got, you huffed as you took a sip of your champagne. You stood by your colleagues, surrounded by the same boring conversation, and you forced laughter and faked smiles where appropriate. Rehearsed answers fell from your lips as your gaze shifted across the room, and you paused when your eyes met dark brown ones.

There was an air of familiarity around the man and you watched as his expression molded into one similar to how you felt. Subtle, but a faint hint of questioning in his eyes. You were surprised as he started to cross the room, and you found yourself walking over to meet him before you realized you were. “Have we met before?” You blurted and his brows furrowed, and you were quick to continue talking. “I’m sorry. You just seem really familiar, like I’ve seen you before.”

“I’ve been to a few of these,” he said before he stuck his hand out. You took his hand in your own and shook it. “Aaron Hotchner.” You introduced yourself before letting go of his hand. Hotchner, Hotchner…

“From the BAU, right?” You asked and Hotchner nodded. “From Sex Crimes, myself.” You nodded over to your colleagues, where your absence was not noticed. “They don’t know it yet, but my transfer was just approved this afternoon.” You took another sip of champagne as Hotchner’s brows raised ever so slightly.

“A transfer? Any reason you wanted to leave?” Hotchner started to edge away from the crowd and you followed suit.

“I love the work I did, don’t get me wrong. I just… felt like my time there has reached its end. I’d been eyeing transferring for a while, and when the opportunity made itself known, I went for it. I didn’t think I’d get it, to be honest,” you admitted, “but somehow I did.”

“Congratulations on the transfer. Where are you transferring, if I may ask?”

“And ruin my mysterious appeal?” You teased and were pleasantly surprised to get a smile and a huff of laughter from Hotchner. “But I want to keep it under wraps for a little longer. It just feels… surreal. Like if I say it out loud, I’ll wake up from the dream and lose it all.” Hotchner nodded in what seemed like understanding, and the two of you continued to talk for what felt like ages but seconds at the same time. You had no idea how much time had passed until the crowd started to dissipate, the largest group remaining consisting of some agents not-so-subtlety watching Hotchner. One immediately caught your attention, her outfit a bit flashier and brighter than everyone else’s. Like a ray of sunshine between the sea of blacks and blues.

“You’ve got some admirers,” you said and Hotchner rolled his eyes lightheartedly.

“That would be my team. Meddling children, all of them.”

“They’re lucky to have you, from my judgment.” You smiled. “I unfortunately should let you go, tend to your children. And I have a busy day tomorrow, finalizing papers and saying my goodbyes.”

“Good luck with everything, Y/L/N,” Hotchner said and you exchanged your goodbyes. You started to walk away, then paused for a moment before you called out his name.

“I’ve got a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again soon.” You winked as you walked off, missing the contemplative look on his face. As you walked back to your car, you couldn’t help feeling like a school-aged kid with a playground crush. Aaron Hotchner. You didn’t know much about the man, just the basics of his department and what you learned while speaking to him tonight, but you couldn’t believe your luck to have met him. Cheeks flushed, you got into your car and drove home, smiling the entire drive.

A week had passed since the Annual Banquet and you paced the floor of your apartment, talking to your best friend.

“You don’t understand, you didn’t get to meet him. There’s no way he’s available,” you told your friend who sighed from their spot on the couch. “I can’t believe I’m this obsessed with a man I met once. It’s pathetic, isn’t it? Wait, don’t answer that.”

“You’ve wanted to be in the BAU since your, what, second year in the FBI? In a way, you looked up to him. You wanted to be in his position. And then you got to meet him, and you’ve always had a tendency of taking small things and running with them.” You scowled before you fell back against the couch, groaning.

“Aaron fucking Hotchner.” You said and your friend laughed. “What I would give for him to just be on my doorstep, like ‘Hey, I know we’ve only met once and only spoke at a work event, but meeting you was the best part of my night.”

“Enchanting sounds better,” your friend corrected. “He was enchanted to meet you. Who knows? Maybe this is the start of the story, not the end. And besides, you’ll see him again soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

Aaron Hotchner

Hotchner

Aaron.

You walked into the Quantico building a few days later, early Monday morning. You had greatly overestimated your commute and how long your meeting with the Section Chief would take, and you stood outside the bullpen, occasionally talking to the Section Chief to settle your nerves. The elevator dinged and you admittedly flinched at the sudden noise.

“Agent Hotchner,” Section Chief Strauss spoke and you lowered your gaze, suddenly finding the flooring very interesting until you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Meet your newest agent.”

Hour gaze slowly traveled up to meet familiar brown eyes, a flash of recognition in them before Hotchner stuck his hand out for you. “I told you we’d see each other again, Agent Hotchner.” You tried to get a read of Hotchner’s face, unable to pick up any disappointment but not seeing any real contentment either. For just a second, it was so fast you may have imagined it, a small smile graced Hotchner’s face and you took his hand in your own.

“You were right. Nice to see you again, Agent Y/L/N. Welcome to the team.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds hotch #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch #hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #bau!reader #aaron hotch fanfiction

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 5 months

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hello! I’m a big fan of your jackass fanfics and I have a request. What if Knoxville and reader just had a baby (reader is in the jackass crew) and they bring the baby on set and surprise the boys??? Sorry if this is too long 😭😭 anyways love ya bye 😘🫶🏽

Baby on Board

Y/N and Johnny bring their son on set one day, not realizing what chaos may erupt!

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

820 Words

Warnings: None! :)

An: Thank you for the request!! Your request was not too long at all and I really enjoy long requests in general! ;) Anyways, as a warning I have been around very few babies in my life besides in passing, much less responsible for one, so I hope this is all accurate to real baby behavior! As a side note I’d like to thank you all for getting me to 100 followers! This probably deserves it’s own post but I just want to say that I’m so happy so many people enjoy what I write! I would love to do some sort of special or unique fic to come rate, so please send me any and all requests! :)

“So…that’s your baby?” Steve peered curiously at the little human in Johnny’s arms. He chuckled a little, “Well, it’s more Y/ baby. She did all the work- I just made a deposit at the bank.” It was a slow day on set, so you and your husband decided to bring in your new baby to meet the guys. You didn’t really know what to expect, but you were pleasantly surprised as your son reached out a little hand to Steve and his eyes went wide. It was no mystery that he hated babies in general, on account of their propensity for being doorstops that shit and cried, but for some reason this was different. Johnny noticed his reaction and cracked a smile, “If you want, you could hold’em.”

He nodded but didn’t really seem to know what to do after Johnny handed him over, just sort of holding your baby like this precious, fragile thing in his arms. It was sweet, in a way. While he was busy marveling, a production assistant came up and tapped Johnny on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear before trying to hurriedly usher him and you away to something or other that needed to be attended to on set. Johnny quickly turned to Steve as he walked away, “Hey, we’ll be back in five! Think y’could watch him?” There really wasn’t any way he could say no. “Uh, sure, I guess…?” Of course, that was the exact moment your son pooed all over him.

Maybe he wasn’t wrong about babies being doorstops that shat. Though he still looked calm, Steve’s eyes had a trace of panic behind them as he nervously looked around for someone on set to hand your son off to while he went to the bathroom to clean the stuff dripping off of his arm. The first person he found was maybe the only worse person to give a baby to- Ryan. He handed off that drooling little bundle of joy to him in the blink of an eye as he rushed away, “Hey, dude- just hold onto this for a sec.”

He knew even less what to do with the thing, holding the baby at an arm’s length while he kicked his little legs and giggled. Ryan eyed it with suspicion, unsure of what to do next. Steve was long gone, and he didn’t know when he’d be back, so in a moment of quick thinking, he did the only rational thing- handing it off to someone else. Effectively, this baby was being passed around like a fat little babbling football.

Johnny squinted, eyeing him up and down with suspicion at the absence of your son, “Steve, where’s the kid?” He dried the water that dripped off of his recently washed hands on his camo shorts. He sighed and said like there was nothing wrong with it, “I gave him to Ry ‘cause he shat all over me.” Of all people to trust with your baby, you just had to pick Steve-O. You rubbed the space between your eyebrows in frustration, “It’s a baby. It’s gonna shit!”

And so the wild goose chase began. The two of you eventually found the man you were looking for leaning against the side of one of the makeup trailers, beer in hand. “Ryan! Where the hell’s my kid?” Johnny was getting exasperated at this point, as were you. Ryan shrugged nonchalantly, “Gave it to some production assistant lady- Y’know, the one with the hair.” You fell slack jawed and started to wonder if any of these men had been around a child before, much less responsible for one. He sipped his beer “What? It had ‘poopies’. I don’t do ‘poopies’.” Blinking in disbelief, you furrowed your brow, “Okay- okay. Do you have any idea where the woman is?” “Yeah! She’s here all the time- see her every day.” Really narrows it down. Frustrated, you turned to Johnny, “I can’t believe we trusted him with your idiot friends!- no offense, Ryan.” Ever unconcerned, he shrugged, “Hey, none taken.”

After a few panic-inducing minutes of rushing about on set and stumbling into dressing rooms people may or may not have been in (sorry, Bam), you eventually tracked down the aforementioned production assistant. It was Johnny actually who found her, tucked away in some quiet room on set with your son (who had a miraculously clean diaper)- and someone else. In all your time as a mother, you never saw a baby more captivated with anyone than he was with Chris, pawing at his long hair with tiny hands and giggling while he made silly noises to entertain him. “Pbbtt! Goo goo goo! A- pbbtt!”

Johnny cracked a smile and waved you over to look at the sight. God, it was heartwarming. Relieved, you softly awed and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, “Well, I do think we’ve found our new babysitter.”

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #steve o #chris pontius #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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Alpha!Klaus Courting his First Omega HC’s

•Klaus had never had to court an Omega before, never having taken an interest in them so it was strange for him to adjust to trying to get your attention

•The first time he caught you alone in public he tried to buy you a drink, not taking into account that most Omegas don’t drink with strangers as that’s how most Alphas drug them, it’s actually a big problem for Omegas in society

•You thought he was just another typical Alpha asshole, he was arrogant and rude upon trying to get your attention

•Oddly enough, it was Kol that finally made Klaus realize what he was doing wrong the day he met you in the Grille, pointing out that Omegas don’t respond to the same things that Betas do as Klaus had been dating and fucking Betas for 1000 years now

•He did research on what Omegas liked, trying to figure out how to fix his approach, quickly realizing that to you he was coming off as a cocky, arrogant ass. Where most Betas would think he was charming and mysterious, you just saw a sketchy jerk

•The next morning you awoke to get your mail and were greeted by a stuffed bear, the stuffed bear was holding a piece of paper containing a drawing of a polar bear and the words ‘I’m sorry’ written on the bottom

•The next time you saw Klaus in public he just greeted you, that’s all. It actually worried you, thinking there was something wrong with him and to his surprise it made you approach him a moment later, asking if everything was okay. He may have been a dick but you didn’t hate him and your nature drove you to ensure the people you cared about were alright at all times…that was the moment you both realized you cared about Klaus Mikaelson

•You had lunch together that day and after about 10 minutes you came to the conclusion that Klaus isn’t an ass, at least not to you, he just has no clue how to flirt with an Omega. He actually thought he was being sweet and charming to you-go figure

•He changed his tune instantly, dropping the cocky ‘charming’ act and just being himself and you came to discover Klaus was actually a very kind hearted and gentle person…when he wants to be of course

•He took you on a date that weekend and you had prepared for it to be a disaster, expecting some kind of date he would take a Beta girl on like to a fancy restaurant or a movie theater but Klaus had realized at lunch how sensitive both your senses of smell and sound were to loud noises and too many people and scents so you were surprised to see him pick you up in a pick up truck, you were actually surprised he owns a pick up truck

•…he doesn’t own a pick up truck

•He rented it for the date. He drove you out to a remote place and while any other time that would be concerning, when he pulled the cover of the bed off the truck you saw it full of a Huge Nest of pillows and blankets! (You knew he could smell the change in your scent and how happy it made you but he didn’t comment on it)

•He let you fix the pillows how you wanted them and even waited for you to pull him into the truck as if this was your own personal nest and you found it deeply endearing. You laid there and had a picnic, star gazing in the mountains where you could see everything and you just talked. You came to find out that Klaus is a deeply lonely and broken person just like you are and you felt for him, you felt like you understood him better now and you really started giving Klaus a chance

•The next date idea he came up with was a drive in. It was a horror movie double feature that had you snuggling up against him and shielding your eyes in his shoulder at the gory parts. You noticed how pleasantly his scent changed when you did this and you ended up acting scared through much of the movies as it made him feel good that you would cling to him for protection (This is something you did for the rest of your relationship)

•You began spending more time with him, having dates at his house that consisted of movie marathons of everything Klaus hadn’t seen, which was everything. You even began staying at his house and borrowing his clothes to sleep which, you could smell when he saw you in them, made him very happy

•You had been dating officially for 5 months before he came to your house. You hadn’t been responding to his messages and it was out of character for you, he was worried, he’s your Alpha, he’s allowed to worry, even if you hadn’t defined your relationship yet, he thinks of you as his Omega and he worries about you

•You had invited him in months before but he never stayed long so he let himself in when you didn’t answer the door, finding your phone in the kitchen, all of his messages unread which made him more worried until he got up the stairs, instantly being hit with a scent he had never smelled before, it was like every good smell he had ever smelled all rolled up into one when he knocked on your door and heard you groan back. He opened the door to see you curled up in your nest in only your underwear, a movie barely holding your attention as you rolled your head to the side to look at him

• ‘Love? You weren’t answering me and I was worried…I thought you were on suppresants?’ He spoke and you just laughed.

‘I am but I’ve been on them for years, it was only a matter of time before they stopped working, and spending every day of my life with you didn’t help at all.’ Your voice was strained and he wanted to comfort you desperately but he knew this wasn’t like a truck full of pillows, this was your nest, your safe space, the one place in the world that is the most important, sacred to you and even approaching it in this moment could be seen as a threat so he didn’t move, not one muscle.

‘Tell me what you need and I’ll go get it, you’re not prepared at all I’m sure.’

•And so he did. He went to the store and got water, every kind of chocolate he could find, snacks of every flavor he knew you liked, and easy to make meals so you didn’t have to do much to make yourself food. He also picked up a stuffed penguin in the store, thinking you might like a new stuffed animal for your nest. In his mind your nest was actually quite impressive, though he had never seen anyone else’s as it isn’t something Omegas show people. Though sometimes an Omega will make a ‘nest’ for friends as children for sleepovers and stuff, their personal nest is actually very private, which is why Klaus didn’t move further into the room than before when he came back.

•He tried to toss everything to you but you got angry very quickly at that. ‘Get over here you idiot!’ You snapped when he hit you in the face with a bag of chocolate. He unpacked everything, setting it all at the bottom of your nest without touching it before handing you the stuffed penguin. It wasn’t until he had given it to you and you buried your face into it, snuggling it tightly that he noticed he hadn’t just been holding it on the drive home, he had been scenting it and there’s no way you didn’t know that. He was about to start apologizing like crazy when he finally took notice of the shirts that laid haphazardly throughout your nest…they were his shirts, every one of them and they Certainly didn’t smell like him anymore. Upon realizing this he turned to the door, needing to leave before he did something he would regret when you stopped him. ‘Please stay?’ You mumbled into the stuffie, peeking up at him to see him struggling.

‘Omega, I can’t-‘

‘Alpha, please? I need you! Don’t leave me Alpha, please?’ She was begging him and as his cock had been hard and leaking since the second he walked in it was difficult to tell you know. His instincts told him to never deny his Omega anything and it was killing him to deny you this of all things

‘Omega-‘

‘I know what I’m asking for Nik…please?’ You pleaded and he stepped closer, into the room and around the nest to your side.

‘Your nest looks comfortable…looks like a cloud to sleep on.’ He knew from his research how Omegas enjoyed compliments to their nests, they take incredible pride in them.

‘It’s messy, didn’t know this would happen and I never-‘

‘No! It’s perfect Omega…absolutely perfect.’ You purred, content with his words about your nest, pulling him by the arm into your safe space. In that moment Klaus felt like the luckiest Alpha in the world, more cherished and loved than any Beta had made him in 1000 years, he felt trusted and that was somehow so much more special. ‘Do you want my help Omega? I won’t touch you if that’s not what you want, I need your permission. I love you Bunny, I won’t hurt you…I can’t. And if you ever tell me you regret-‘

‘I can never regret you Nik, been waiting for you all morning. I knew you would come check on me, just didn’t have it in me to go get my phone…come here Alpha.’ You pulled him down from his knees beside you and into the comfort of the warm nest, him taking in your scent up close before burying his nose into your neck, taking you in.

•You we’re his after that night, he would never let you go again, his Omega for the rest of forever. He helped you move your nest in, getting you the biggest box spring you had ever seen to put it on and he kept you there in that nest nearly every day

•You became the thing the Hybrid cherished most in the world, impressing even Elijah when it came to how much his brother loved you.

•He changed you a few months after you mated and made sure that no matter what happened he would never lose you.

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copias-fluffy-asscheeks · 8 months

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Nothing ever lasts forever, neither does Copia.

Copia x Reader

Around 1500 words, NSFW under the cut.

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His bare chest was glistening with sweat, the hairs there damp and you could practically see the steam coming off of him. He heaved with heavy, uneven breaths. Fingers gripping the sheets in a white knuckle grip and his thighs trembled almost aggressively.

You were bent over Copia on the mattress, your hand somewhere down his body. His back arched, legs kicking out as he twitched. His mouth was open, panting as he looked on at you, helpless to your touches. His gaze was wide and pleading, you were surprised he could hold this strong eye contact for that long. His face, neck and chest flushed a pretty shade of scarlet, matching the cassock discarded on the floor and the leaky tip of his abused dick.

He’d been writhing around under your hands for what felt like ages to him, it was far beyond the point the pleasure had turned into a mix of pain, only relieved whenever you touched him; you were seeming to try and make it a sport not to do that. His eyes finally left yours, shutting tight, he clenched his teeth and sucked in a painful sounding breath as you reached into back pocket to turn the steady hum in hs ass he had finally gotten used to up to an even more intense vibration. His head thunked back on the cushion, lifting his hips in an attempt to keep any pressure off of his bum. You pressed the palm of your hand to the base of his cock, forcing it up against his stomach and kitten-licking the sensitive underside of the head. He whined loudly and his back arched impossibly further, one of his hands left the sheets to fist his own, unruly hair, tugging at the strands. Tears pricked at his eyes and trickled down his already paint-streaked cheeks as you took him into your mouth and suckled, prodding the tip with your tongue torturously. He gasped, slinging one leg over your shoulder tightly, the other kicking at the mattress next to you like an angry bull, trying to dig his heel into the springs for stability.

You wrapped your fingers around his girth again, giving tight strokes and squeezes and within no time he hurt with how close he was to cumming. ‘‘abbi pietà di me, non plù, per favore-’’ It was babbled out without thought in a sob, his plump lips flushed and dribbling with spittle at one corner. You pulled back for a moment, scanning his face for anything that may tell you he actually wanted you to stop but within no time he made it clear by humping his hips upward needily and propping himself up on his elbows to look at you that that was not what he’d intended, after all, it was not his safeword. Through the break his building orgasm had frilled back out to the small tingling pleasure of the vibrator sat snugly in him, and he gave a high groan of frustration. He’d lost count of how many times he’d been edged by now, though he did admit to himself this time was kind of his own fault.

You returned your hand to his cock, pumping him and smiling in amusement as his jaw immediately went slack and his eyes rolled back, arms giving out where he’d leaned on them and he fell back heavily, you continuing to stroke him again and again. Copia draped a hand over his face, the other once again tearing at the sheets. All his muscles tensed, ready for you to stop any second and ruin him further, but he pleasantly noted that this time you didn’t stop. In fact, you sped up the flicks of your wrist. He gasped loudly, his entire body rigid as he came in warm ropes all over your hand and his own stomach. The mewl he let out was almost ear splitting, his body thrashing and shivering through the intense aftershocks of his much needed relief.

He slumped against the mattress, basking in the afterglow that was cut short when he twitched. However, you did not plan on stopping the fun so soon. Copia whined as soon as the pleasure went from tides of relaxation to an unbearably overstimulating wave. Almost immediately he trembled through another demi-orgasm when the way he wiggled shoved the vibrator in him to a different angle. Copia all but screamed, the tears that had died down a bit ago resurfaced and spilled over. He was breathing in loud, open mouthed pants and gasps, the rhythm his chest rose and fell in ragged and hitched. When you finally released his softening dick, Copia breathed a forced sigh of relief, even though his hips still twitched repeatedly upward, trying to escape the vibe that was still bullying his ass.

His hands flew to your hips, grip like a vice, eyes wide and begging. ‘’Spegnilo, per favore, I beg you, Tesoro.’’ You merely gave an innocent smile. ‘’I’m not done with you yet, love.’’

Defeated, he dropped his head back with a wrecked whimper, said whimper immediately followed by a flourish of surprised mewls and moans when you bent down to lick a stripe up the side again. He thrashed, and in no time his cock was back flushed, hard and leaking. Your fingers drifted around the head of his girth, giving a tight squeeze that had his head shaking wildly from side to side. One hand stays rubbing him, the other travels a finger through the patch of hair at his base, running up to the following trail on his soft stomach to twine in the wiry curls on his chest. Following that trail up and down a few times made Copia twitch at the ticklish sensation, followed by a nervous giggle. Your fingers soon left their trial to move to one of his nipples, taking it between your pointer and thumb and giving an experimental tug. His back arched, eyes rolling back. ‘’Cara, no- Can't. Can’t handle it. T-troppo!’’ His hips shot upward into your hand with a gasp as you rolled it between your fingers, crawling up his body while still keeping one hand on his cock, now pumping the head, smearing the beads that formed there and leaked down the length. You took his other bud between your teeth, nibbling it gently before sucking at it and he was quickly overwhelmed by all the sensations you provided him. He screamed. Another orgasm tore through him, he felt like he nearly fainted from the intensity. He shot up against your hand before pushing his hips back into the mattress to rock against the vibrator. His hands all over to place to claw at your body; He dug his nails into your back, groped your behind and shoulders, hips, pulled you down on top of him to cradle you close as he sobbed.

Weakly, he lifted his hips upward as the buzzing grew uncomfortable once again, and he grudgingly released you from his tight arms so you could reach for the remote.You turned it off and got off the bed to head into the bathroom. Copia squirmed like a blind kitten on the sheets, whining in distress as you left. In the bathroom you collected a damp, warm washcloth, cotton pads and makeup remover, as well as you washed your hands. By the time you walked back over to the bed he’d wrapped himself around a pillow, shivering. You sat on the edge of the bed and Copia wiggled over to you.

You dragged the warm fabric over his stomach and chest, then his thighs and you carefully worked over his once again softening dick, he merely gave the quietest mewl of protest and the twitch of his mustache, but he felt too heavy to be able to achieve anything else.

You grabbed the cotton pads, adding some makeup remover onto them before dragging them gently over his flushed, tear tracked cheeks, wiping the small bits of black that hadn’t smeared away from around his puffy eyes and his top lip before turning him around, slowly, gently pulling the small vibrator out of him. You went back into the bathroom one last time to discard the products.

You made your way to the bedside drawer, fishing out a juice box for the man currently half in dreamland on your shared bed. Gently, you asked him to sit up, and he did with stiff movements, his body protesting loudly; you’d give him a thorough massage tomorrow if he allowed it. Opening the juice box for him he noisily slurped at it. While he drank you undressed down to nothing, crawling in next to him and fluffing the duvet over you both. He finished the juice and placed it on the nightstand, shuffling down so far only his puppy-like eyes peeked out from under the covers. You pulled him close, kissing all over his face; his neat, thin mustache, his sideburns, his nose, the crinkles of his eyes, his strong cheekbones, his chin, the worry lines on his forehead and the smile ones on his cheeks. Copia nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck when you were done with at least four rounds of kisses, breathing you in before tucking his head under your chin, your arms coming to wrap around each other while one of his thighs tangled between the two of yours.

You hummed to him and before you knew it he was sleeping like a baby, the top of his head where your chin rested on it the only thing visible other than the large lump under the sheets. This man was so adorable you could eat him right there and then. ‘’I love you Copia. You did so, so good.’’

You swear you heard him snore a ‘’Love you.’’ back.

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A/N: Ty so much anon for the request! I have some other requests I'd love to get to, but those will likely be after kinktober. Also special thanks to @delulluart for helping with the title!

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seafoamreadings · 2 months

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week of march 3rd, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: there is a lot of aries-favoring astrology this week especially where the lunar nodes are involved, so big things are happening even if they seem small at the moment. the one big thing to watch out for as a possible hiccup is mars square uranus; be very careful. your impulsive nature may get you into some trouble with accidents or fights. slow down and think carefully.

taurus: it may seem like everyone is trying to push your buttons this week, maybe all week long. try to be patient with them, they are likely inconsiderate but not truly malicious.

gemini: mercury conjoins neptune and then heads into aries at the end of the week. before that aries ingress, be cautious with the words others say as they may not be quite true, even if there is no outright or intentional lying. once mercury is safely into aries, though, social circles are likely to become much more fun, even a bit rowdy.

cancerians: especially if you've been wanting travel or try something philosophically or spiritually new to you, this week's new moon in pisces can be quite beneficial for that. set relevant intentions and watch them bear fruit over the next several weeks.

leo: this week it is important for you to stay out of debt, and try to be forgiving of what other people might owe you whether it's financial or otherwise. you can also set powerful intentions with this new moon to pay down credit cards, pay off loans, or simply form stronger interpersonal bonds with people you deeply care for.

virgo: do not neglect communication and connection in your closest and most important relationships, even if it feels a little bit confrontational or scary to do so. what is flimsy may fall apart but that is to make space for where you're really meant to be.

libra: if you can start out the week strong in your routines and rituals, your day-to-day life, making it fun and sacred, then by the end of the week your relationships are, one way or another, rewarded. probably in a huge way, due to the karmic nodal influences.

scorpio: overall amplification of pisces vibes suits you if you've been feeling kind of fizzled out, you get some juice. plus mercury into aries can help you make connections out in your day to day life. but none of it works very well if you sit home and pout too much!

sagittarius: you're widely known as more of a nomad than a homebody, but if you care for your physical base of residence and set kindly intentions around it this week, you'll be pleasantly surprised as to how much fun and excitement it opens up to you in seemingly unrelated ways.

capricorn: likely you're always the lee of the rock to your friends and acquaintances but this week especially you are a safe place, a calm harbor in what others are perceiving as a harsh storm. don't let them take advantage of your kind strength, but don't deprive anyone of safety either. your boundaries are important.

aquarius: your ideal schedule this week should start out with a lot of rest, cleaning and clearing, and planning, and then after the new moon continue with good, sturdy financial intentions. resources and abundance can flow to you if you have cleared the space and made good choices.

pisces: the new moon in your sign heralds many beautiful and favorable things to come. be clear in your intentions - it will result in more powerful manifestations, although you are manifesting whether you mean to or not. watch for signs and you will see your desires take physical form over the next few weeks.

#horoscopes #horoscope #weekly horoscope #weekly horoscopes #astrology #signs #zodiac #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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dilemmaontwolegs · 4 months

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omg a māori f1 writer! not a request, but genuine question - who’s someone you can see being with a māori girl 👀 like who can you see being taken to a marae and learning how to hongi and meeting all the aunties and uncles

Haha omg it would be such an eye opener for all of them!

Lewis: he would be the type to ask to come with you because he wants to know more about where you come from. He is eager to learn and inquisitive, feeling prepared when he arrives at your ancestral land to a pōwhiri. Lewis has tears in his eyes when he sees the beautiful brown woman welcoming him with a karanga and from there he falls in love with the culture. He loves that there are always dozens of kids hanging around the marae and he never has a chance to sit down as he plays games with them for hours - they also teach him the haka. He would particularly like those hours after dinner where someone brings out their guitar and everyone sings along, the aunties harmonising perfectly, and he feels connected even if he doesn't understand the words.

Daniel: for obvious reasons 😂 being an Aussie, he’s laid back and it probably wouldn’t be the first time drinking a crate of beers in a paddock in the middle of nowhere. It would feel like a second home to him once he remembers to take his shoes off before he steps inside the marae. He doesn’t mind kissing every aunty on the cheeks but takes a bit of practice going in for a hongi without missing the uncles nose. After the formalities are done he is in his element and charms everyone which his infectious smile and constantly makes them laugh.

Oscar: another Aussie that is chilled af so he wouldn’t cause any drama at the marae. He is polite and helpful so the aunties love him and try to coax him out of his quiet state while recalling stories of you as they peel hundreds of potatoes. He is strong too so the uncles would steal him to dig the hangi pit and take the moment to threaten him if he hurts you. He can't hide his surprise when you explain the sleeping arrangements but after all the mattresses are laid out in one cavernous room he warms up to the idea and even feels nostalgic for the nights his family/cousins/friends would all sleep over and they would all drag their mattresses to the living room.

Lando: he’s lived/raced in NZ when he was younger so there would be a sense of familiarity coming back. He likes learning about different cultures (like his recent trip to the temples in Bali) so he would pay attention to the rundown given about customs. Unfortunately he has a terrible memory and may make a few mistakes with what’s tapu like snacking in the marae or sitting on the table. Also, he would fall in love with the food because there’s nothing spicy, something he cannot handle. Known to giggle at inappropriate times with the little cuzzies like when someone says whakapapa. Wakes up to find he rolled the wrong way in the night and is spooning an uncle not you.

Max: takes everything too seriously and is worried about messing up so he buys a book on Maori culture as soon as he lands at Auckland Airport and finishes by the time he reaches the marae. Is pleasantly surprised to find that after the formalities the entire atmosphere relaxes and he is treated like he has always been there. The aunties shoo him out of the kitchen when he tries to help, handing him a drink and sending him to the uncles who are all inspecting the new 4x4 someone bought. Surprisingly, he learns a bit about cars from them and wants his own Ford Ranger or Toyota Hilux now, despite Daniel trying to get him to convert to one for years.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #maori!reader

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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SILLY TRADITIONS | J.H.

pairing: jasper hale x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: reader is a vampire for thirsty boy's sanity

summary: surprising jasper with a cake you baked to celebrate his birthday

“You’re excited,” Jasper noted with a half-smirk, taking a habitual deep breath when he felt your fingers ghosting over his neck, cold hands covering his eyes as you giggled lightly. He didn’t need to use his gift to know you were excited, even without it he would be able to see it ooze out of you, practically sweeping through the school hallway as you guided him towards your locker and he was ever willing to go wherever you wanted to take him, no questions asked.

Jasper was the perfect gentleman, that was to be expected from the moment you met him, he’d go out of his way to make every moment together special and memorable, and you’d considered yourself unfairly lucky to have found someone willing to go to the ends of the earth for merely a happy smile in return. He was, however, incredibly difficult to spoil in return, not only because his gift always left him ten feet ahead of you but because he needed very little from you to be spoiled, in fact, he considered your happiness a gift in itself, one he’d never get tired of receiving. But you were determined to surprise him, to give him something special, however simple, or silly the gesture may seem to the vampire, you wanted him to have a day where he could be sure of endless treats and special gestures.

“I am,” you agreed, smile deepening when he scoffed lightly at your behaviour, reaching a hand backwards to be able to touch you, settling for briefly brushing his fingers over your thigh before giving in to your delicate manhandling as you stopped in front of your locker. “Keep them closed,” you commanded, having to take your hands away to put in the combination, giving him a threatening glare despite his lack of sight.

“Yes ma’am,” he teased, and you simply had to steal that cocky little smirk from his lips with a quick peck, taking him by surprise but he didn’t mind, hell he’d have to be insane to mind that, or so he told you whenever he got the chance.

“Okay, so,” you began and when the metal door creaked open, Jasper received a rather lovely whiff of the surprise you were so eager to show him and his curiosity only grew, knowing that it was a rather senseless gift to give vampire, even more senseless to be given by a vampire, but he’d happily humour you. “I was talking to Carlisle yesterday, just about this and that and he let a little something slip,” you explained and with careful movements you reached into the locker to pull out the little vanilla cake you’d spent all morning baking, smiling as the little cuts of fruit and strings of flowers laid so perfectly in the river of white buttercream. “He said that it was your birthday today,” you breathed shyly, and it was that little breath that told him to open his eyes, golden orbs raking over the pastry in your hand as you tried not to let him feel your nerves.

“You baked me a cake,” he noted in somewhat disbelieve, shifting his gaze between your hands and your face, not yet sure how to react, but knowing that this obviously meant more to you than it did to him and that alone was enough to make his decision clear.

“I know it’s stupid. I mean you probably haven’t celebrated that in decades and what on earth are we going to do with a cake, we can’t exactly eat it and- “you stopped yourself, sensing a new rush of calmness flowing through your nerves, curtesy of your mate, no doubt, but you didn’t say a thing, just smiled up at him. “It’s a silly tradition, but if I could get at least one day where I could make you feel as special and as loved as you make me feel every day, then I’d take any excuse I can get.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting as a reply, knowing that Jasper wasn’t a man all that fond of grand gestures on his behalf, but you were pleasantly surprised when he brushed a finger over the plate, plopping said finger covered with buttercream in his mouth and smiling crookedly.

“Delicious,” he breathed, and you giggled again, the exact sound he’d hoped for when he decided to risk a rather questionable reaction to eating human food, but it would be worth it, anything would be worth it for that brilliant sound. “And gorgeous, might I add, certainly has your touch to it,” he continued, and with an action so smooth and so quick he had the cake placed back in your locker and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“You don’t think it’s silly?”

“Not at all,” he insisted almost instantly, shamelessly dragging his eyes over your face, stilling on every little detail he deemed noteworthy before settling almost hesitantly on your own eyes. “I believe that it’s one of the best things I’ve ever received,” he admitted, and you could swear your dead heart skipped a beat, not at all as unlikely as it seemed with him holding you this close without a single care for who might see.

“Happy Birthday,” you whispered in faux secrecy, cupping his cheeks in your palms as you allowed him to push you gently against the lockers. “I love you more than any action could show you,” you informed him, stealing another brisk kiss, hoping it would prompt him to commit a robbery of his own.

“I know, darling,” he leaned in, not that there was much room to do so but he would always try, and you’d always be ecstatic when he did. “You don’t have to show me,” he explained and brushed his nose against yours. “You don’t even have to say it,” he breathed, and you were stuck at an impasse- wanting to beg him to hurry up and kiss you while also desperately wanting to hear what he had to say, knowing that it would put your entire notion to shame. “Because I feel it,” he concluded and when his lips finally danced with yours you understood completely what he meant because every ragged breath and every addicting taste felt like little remnants of love melting into your lost soul.

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vivalarevolution · 1 year

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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽-𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼

Neteyam x Human Reader x Lo’ak

A/N: A little idea I came up with last night while falling asleep. Missing summer, I couldn't resist writing this. I hope you like it , it’s short and sweet. Please remember that english is not my native language, mistakes may occur.

Also, don't be surprised if the reader can kiss etc. without any problem. I think during the time break they had to come up with an alternative to the masks that were worn in the first part.

Sand beneath her feet was pleasantly warm, and the water around her was refreshing. It almost felt like her little heaven, away from any problems and worries. Especially when she had Lo'ak by her side, who faithfully followed her, serving as a porter for all the shells she had decided to start collecting a while ago.

Her small hands from time to time found a place in his large ones, and lips involuntarily met for a fleeting moment, stealing a sweet kisses between the two.

-How many seashells do you need? - the boy asked after a long moment, looking at the girl and how she bent down to search for them.

-Hmm...I honestly have no idea - she confessed, giggling a second later - Guess I just fell into a vortex of searching - she stated, examining her new find, debating whether or not she wanted to keep it.

-As long as I get these kisses, I'll be fine - replied the teenager, crouching down beside her, his tail gliding along her bare leg.

-You'd get them anyway - she pointed out aptly, connecting their foreheads together.

-Then why am I helping you? - he asked playfully, looking at her with adoration in his eyes.

-I'm willing to say it's because you love me - the girl stated, stealing a quick kiss from him - And I can always ask Neteyam. I know he'll be more than happy to help - she added teasingly.

-You wouldn't dare - he replied - These little escapades are only ours.

Y/n couldn't help herself. Laughing loudly, she leaned against the na'vi's torso, her hand clasping his arm for safety. It was always funny to her how Lo'ak was jealous of his own brother who, like him, was also her mate. At first it was hard to come to terms with this kind of relationship but she thought they were over it, apparently she was wrong.

The boy looks at her as if upset, sitting down to make it more comfortable for him to hold the girl in his arms, still, surprisingly, having shells in his palm.

-My sweet Lo'ak, I love you both very much - she whispered into his neck - Please don't be so jealous. I'm not going anywhere.

-I'm not jealous - he muttered like an offended child.

-Oh but you are - she announced - But I like it that way - she added, marking his face with tender kisses that made him close his eyes sighing, giving himself up to a pleasant feeling.

His hands involuntarily slid to her hips, thumbs rubbing her firm skin, trying to pull her as close as possible. He was so addicted to her it was almost sick, but he couldn't help it, loving her attention.

Y/n herself settled her much smaller hands on the nape of his neck, squeezing the blue skin between her fingers again and again, lazily moving to his black hair, which she began to massage, eliciting a soft moan from his mouth.

The moment was sweet, intimate, but it was cut short far too soon.

-What do we have here? - asked an unknown voice, thus interrupting the two.

Lo'ak frowned, and his tail involuntarily tightened on the thigh of the teenager, who moved her mouth away from his skin to look up at the unwanted intruder who was standing above them.

-What do you want? - Y/n asked, much calmer than the boy below her.

-I wanted to know what you two freaks were doing - he said, looking at them with contempt.

-None of your business Ao’nung - girl replied quickly as a draft, getting up from the sand on which she was kneeling.

The boy did not like this answer, it was too ignorant, harsh. He wanted to see anger, frustration.

Touching his fingers to where her tailbone was, he wanted to make her react but seeing this, Lo'ak stood up as if he was burned. Pushing the chief's son hard, hiding Y/n behind him with his free hand, hissing in a warning.

-Don't you dare touch her - he said, holding the girl's body close to him, pointing his finger at Metkayina's member - You'll try again...- he threatened, but a small hand stopped him from further movement.

The teenager stood in front of him, taking the outstretched hand in hers, holding it close to her soft mouth, kissing his knuckles.

-He's not worth it - she announced, not wanting him to get involved in another fight - Let's go, we'll find another place for us - she said, looking firmly at Ao'nung after a while - And you better leave - she added returning to collect seashells that fell from her mate's hand.

Boy covered her again when Ronal's son got too close in his opinion. Staring defiantly at him, almost waiting for an opportunity to knock him out again.

-Your little demon better not touch anything on this beach. We don't want everything to turn to ashes like your home did - he said quietly, only for Lo'ak to hear.

However, despite everything, the girl heard it anyway and closed her eyes. She didn't know what had possessed her, but taking sand into her hand, it was too late to back out.

-You're right - Y/n replied, standing in front of Ao'nung - I'm one of the demons from sky- she confirmed, looking at him hatefully - We are known for many tricks. There's one here. We call it dirty play - she announced before suddenly throwing sand in the na'vi's eyes.

Lo'ak stared contentedly at the view in front of him before the girl tugged at him. Run was the only word he heard before they started to sprint as far as they could while growls and grunts of displeasure could be heard behind them.

The dark haired boy finally caught her around the waist running with her on his shoulder instead of beside her. They were stopped only by Neteyam, who finally returned from the talk with his father, looking for them for several minutes.

-Here you are, I was looking for you two - he informed, and seeing their condition he looked at them more closely, sighing seconds later - What have you done?

Before either of them could answer his question, the chief's son appeared beside them, and this time he was not alone.

-You will pay for this - he growled at the beginning, trying to get to Y/n, which was covered in a split second by the Sully brothers.

Neteyam didn't know what happened in his absence, but nothing justifies anyone to hurt his mate, so without thinking he pushed the boy's shoulder, trying to tower over him, even though they were the same height.

-Back off - he growled in a low tone, just like his brother before, sticking out his finger as if it would stop him.

-Or what? - he asked arrogantly, stepping closer so that they almost bumped their heads.

-Or I do not vouch for myself - he replied in a low tone of voice, and the girl shivered because of that.

Ao'nung and him stared at each other for a moment before the boy raised his hands up, in a silent act showing that he was giving up. But before he left, he looked one last time at Y/n who was tucked under Lo'ak's arm, clinging to him as a last resort, in fact making sure he didn't break free from her grip.

-You can't stay out of trouble, can you? - the eldest sibling asked when they were finally alone.

- It doesn't matter anymore - the teenager replied, letting go of the na'vi's body next to her - Come on I want to look for more shells - she said, not waiting for their reactions and walking ahead.

The boys looked at each other, but neither spoke, obediently following Y/n, who was walking in front of them, now soaking her feet in the water instead of searching as she wanted before.

Only after a few minutes, she stopped, as if noticing something valuable. Bending down, she fingered her little treasure, smiling slightly, then sat on the sand below her, soaking her toes in the crystal clear sea.

-Will you join me? - she asked gently, and in response they sat on her sides, covering her body from the outside world.

-What's up, pretty girl? - Nete asked, stroking her cheekbone.

-Nothing - she said, kissing his cheek and then his lips, missing the feel of his mouth against hers.

Teenager in response pulled her closer, unable to resist her pink lips, sweet scent and the feeling of soft skin under his fingers. Lo'ak quickly clung to her left side as well and began kissing her, trailing down her bare shoulders and neck, causing her to chuckle softly.

Neteyam pulled away from her, happy as her laughter reached his ears and his eyes saw the wide smile that was caused by his younger brother.

Y/n looked at him, her gaze softening involuntarily. Her small hand drew the one that belonged to him kissing his wrist tenderly, and he grabbed hers in response, repeating the act she had done, biting her skin with one of his fangs from time to time.

-I have something for you - she whispered unexpectedly, and the boys stopped doing anything, looking at her expectantly.

She placed her free hand in the handmade pouch in which she had previously hidden the shells she had collected with Lo'ak. Both Jake's sons watched her actions, not noticing how they were getting closer and closer with each passing moment, almost hovering over Y/n.

-What's that? - Neteyam asked, pushing her hair behind her ear to get a better view.

-We were collecting seashells today - his brother explained to him without taking his eyes off the girl.

-These are special seashells... no matter how strange it sounds - she said, carefully rummaging through them for this particular one - Luckily, I found more than one - she added, sticking her hand out in front of her - There would be three but the last one probably stayed where Ao'nung accosted us.

In her hand were two small heart-shaped shells. Both were colored white, in some places decorated with gray or blue aspects.

-Is this what we've been looking for half a day? - Lo'ak asked quietly.

-When I found one, I had to find another - she explained, feeling their structure with her fingertips - I thought I'd give them to you as proof of my love, because even far from our home, our feelings are strong and the sea sees it.

Y/n stared at them with a warm smile, not even noticing as both na'vi's tails started to move, hitting the ground from time to time in excitement. Only when they wrapped around her like ivy did she shift her gaze to them, looking at them with a silent question in her eyes.

-You're too good for us, you know it - Neteyam said adoringly, kissing her forehead.

-Showing love towards someone should not be a duty but something pleasant. And putting smiles on your lips is something that pleases me - she announced, leaning against his chest while Lo'ak rested his head on her thighs.

-We should find this third shell - said the younger of the brothers, grabbing Y/n's hand on which small gifts rested - Then it will be perfect.

-In a minute - the teenager muttered closing her eyes, feeling how Nete's big hand found its place on her stomach and how sun kissed her skin- It's too nice here to go already.

Brothers grunted in approval, focused on Y/n rather than the landscape in front of them.

For a moment it felt like they were the only ones there, and that was the absolute best feeling. Away from problems and troubles or quarrels. At that moment, there were only three of them, just three of them against the world.

#avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x fem!reader #fanfiction #avatar fanfiction #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x fem!reader #neteyam x reader x lo'ak #pandora #na'vi #na'vi x reader #teen romance #avatar the way of water x reader

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nattikay · 1 year

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Shoutout to my mom who let me dump a bunch of spoilers on her so I could cry about Neteyam. Finally had the chance to get all that sobbing that dehydration robbed me of yesterday out of my system, and I’m feeling a little better now. I mean, the situation still makes me sad, but I don’t think I’ll continue to have my eyes suddenly start leaking every other hour like they did for most of today. :’)

so uuuhhh now that I’ve more or less gotten over that hurdle, I can finally sit down and make a post about all the other stuff from the movie! So here’s a list of some of the other thoughts and observations I had, not exactly comprehensive cuz this is all coming after 24 hours of grieving so I may not remember every single little thought I had, but here we go anyways (also tagging @tenebrius-excellium cuz you said you wanted to hear my thoughts):

-I just want to watch the first five or so minutes on loop for a while (although maybe without the cuts to Neytiri singing the songcord because 🥲, good golly the moment I saw that shot I, already being familiar with the lore behind songcords, was like oh NOOOOO), just the scenes of those ~14 peaceful years where the kids are growing up and the RDA is gone and everyone is happy together and it’s all just so sweet, this is the content I want, I want more of it, please pretty please, I know it’ll be a while before all the gif-makers are able to get a hold of those scenes but man as soon as they do goodness gracious I’m just gonna stare at it all for hours 😭

-While I was already assuming that the Metkayina didn’t actually know English and that we the audience were only hearing English for convenience, I was expecting that issue not to be directly addressed. So I was pleasantly surprised when it was subtly addressed with Jake’s voiceover about now being familiar enough with the Na’vi language to understand it as easily English as the audio of the kids bickering swapped from Na’vi to English. Theory confirmed!

-Speaking of the Na’vi language, I did feel very excited because I was able to understand some of the unsubtitled lines, which was a goal! so yay!! I mean, I didn’t understand every Na’vi line spoken (some of the longer ones I’ll definitely have to listen to more than once to piece together), but to even understand any of it at all, especially the ones without subtitles, felt very awesome!! dopamine rush babey!!!

-And on that note, the fact that Quaritch of all characters was making an effort to learn the language really surprised me! He struck me as the type of character to not give two craps about that sort of thing but hey. I definitely got a kick of out of Spider absolutely roasting him for his lack of skills hrh (note, I very most certainly do not condone actually mocking new learners making mistakes, obviously, but seeing as this is Quaritch we’re talking about...^^”) Spider’s line here was also a place I even managed to catch a subtitle discrepancy -- iirc, the subtitles read “You sound like a three-year-old!” but the actual line was nga plltxe na ‘eveng ahì’i! you speak like a small child! Which, I mean, y’know, same gist, but it was cool to be able to understand the actual words!! I also greatly enjoyed Spider trying to teach Quaritch the distinction between na and nga, just because man that’s one of those things every learner has been through, idk it was delightful to watch it go down between canon characters hrh

-Speaking of Quaritch and Spider....wow, I was surprised just how early they dropped the “Quartich’s son” bomb. That had been a pretty popular and plausible theory for a while, but I was expecting it to either be left up to interpretation or used as a bombshell later in the film. But nope, from the get-go it’s pretty heavily implied that not only is Quaritch Spider’s biological father, but that they’re both aware of this. So. Yeah, that was certainly a surprise.

-Kiri “I would rather drink acid than have Norm be my biological father” good gracious girl! like I mean yes the idea that Norm and Grace were secretly hookin’ up is obviously preposterous, but what did Norm ever do to you to deserve that reaction ^^; haha

-I mentioned in my High Ground post the three primary theories on Kiri’s origins. Having now seen the movie, I now think the mystical-Eywa-conception theory is by far the most likely. However, canonically it still remains a mystery/up to interpretation. Perhaps we’ll get more answers in movie 3...

-Y’know what, vulgarity is not typically my type of humor, but Lo’ak flippin’ Quaritch the double bird when asked to let him see his fingers did get a chuckle out of me hrh

-hey um yo the Metkayina kids were absolute JERKS, what the heck?? like good golly heckin’ rude. Except for Tsireya she’s chill I like her :)

-Personally I don’t think the story of this movie is a total rehash of the first one overall, but I can very mostly definitely see how people would consider it so. There were several lines in two scenes in particular, the one where the Sullies arrive at the Metkayina clan and the one with the tulkun hunters, that were just soooooo similar to lines from the first movie, not quite verbatim but certainly awkwardly close. I can absolutely see this becoming a common complaint from internet critics.

-Tuk pretty much solely exists to make the audience go d’awwwww!!, and y’know what, that’s ok because boy did she succeed :’)

-unfortunately, Quaritch’s ikran has by far the coolest design of all the ikrans, like bruh that color palette is heckin’ dope. what a shame ur now stuck with this jerk lol. Though I did snicker at Quaritch feeling the need to bond with the ikran “the hard way” solely because he couldn’t stand to be outdone by Jake lol

-I liked Lo’ak and Payakan’s friendship, it was very sweet. Also very interesting design-wise that a tulkun’s queue is in his mouth, and that the mouth has more of those bioluminescent patterns on the inside.

-The fact that the tulkun hunters are 100% aware that the species they’re hunting is fully sapient feels very ick to me. Sir that’s...that’s murder. Good gracious. and um “tulkun brain juice stops human aging” wh...what?? can uh...can we get some more explanation on that??? like is that gonna be somehow relevant to later movies or is it just some arbitrary thing to make the brain juice valuable, valuable enough to attempt to justify murder idk but uh....yyyyyyeah 😬

-minor thing, but I was surprised that the swimming baby from the trailer was, in fact, not Ronal’s. In fact, we never actually meet Ronal’s baby, which, again, surprised me. Why make her pregnant if we don’t get to see the baby, it feels kinda random ^^; to link her to her spirit tulkun who just had a calf I guess?? idk. once again, maybe it’ll become more relevant in movie 3.

-until proven otherwise, I am heretofore declaring that final “a son for a son” line to be Spider’s official adoption into the Sully family 😭😭😭

anyways, I guess that’ll do for now. I’m sure there was other stuff but I’ve been sitting here typing for over an hour already. Perhaps later I’ll come back with more comments, idk. I’ll be seeing the movie again next week with the rest of my family, so maybe I’ll notice different things/remember stuff that got swallowed up in the feels. Will I cry more than I did on my first viewing because I’m gonna try not to go in dehydrated again, or less because by then I’ll have had a week to process and accept everything? I have literally no idea. Guess we’ll have to just wait and see...

#awow spoilers #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 6 months

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inspired by the "Lance and Magnus reacting to cheesy magic-based flirts and occasional comments on their 'wand' from their spouse"

hc that the lovely magic-using bachelors Magnus and Lance tend to use temporary soundproofing charms on the farm house bedroom before certain.. activities..

after particularly long/stressful days for Magnus and Lance, they may return home and quickly start working on placing that temporary charm, with the farmer immediately understanding what events are about to occur and sitting up eagerly like "👀"

...I can imagine a quiet "ah" of slight-intimidation if they see that their husband is making the charm stronger than usual, and also reinforcing it to hold for longer-

- 🐇

🌚

Heeheeheee.... (Have some a little crappy short stories and thanks for the ask, bunny anon! ❤️🫰)

Warning: adult talk, mention of sex

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Yoba knows Magnus had put up with it for a long time, probably longer than any of his colleagues had to deal with Camilla, his friend and colleague, who also happened to be the head witch of Castle Village. He had tolerated all her idiotic nicknames for him, all her silly pranks, tolerated everything as long as she was doing her job perfectly.

But to openly disrupt an important meeting with the heads of the Ministry of Magic was too much. And the fact that many people looked at Magnus as if he was to blame for Camilla's behavior (what is he, her babysitter?!) was the last straw in Magnus's patience. Naturally, Rasmodius was in a foul mood.

"Blasted woman! How can one behave childishly at important councils...?" Magnus wanted to tell his spouse absolutely everything what he thought about Camilla, this frivolous and ill-mannered witch with her ridiculous puns and teasing, but Farmer's deft fingers, which massaged his tired shoulders and neck, made his tirade evaporate.

"Tough day, hmm?" Farmer's sympathetic voice immediately soothed their purple-haired lover. They listened to Magnus' purr with delight as the wizard's tense muscles relaxed under the skillful fingers. Finishing the massage, the Farmer added, "Perhaps I can help you relax?"

Opening his eyes, Magnus smiled blissfully at his love and kissed them gratefully.

"Yes, I think you can help me with that. I'll be right back."

The wizard rose from the kitchen table and headed for the second floor, where their bedroom was located. The Farmer didn't pay much attention to it and went back to pleasant tea drinking, waiting for Magnus to return. But what caught the attention of Stardew Valley's most chaotic farmer was the familiar red light from the bedroom and the sounds of a spell that made the Farmer's eyes widen slightly.

Oh, they know exactly what it is.

For them two, making love to relieve stress, to relax, or just when they're in a good mood is quite ordinary, but a couple of months ago Magnus (even though he and Farmer had been together for a long time - it was not without some embarrassment) suggested to 'spice up' their.... activity in bed with a couple of magic tricks. The young Farmer still didn't understand how it worked, but the result was noticeable - their night "runs" could last quite a long, long time, and without any noise complains from the neighbors.

Farmer was pouring tea now and then, squelching a little louder than usual and not taking their eyes off the stairs that led to the bedroom. The light, however, in addition to the red hues, had turned a more burgundy color, which surprised them. After a moment, Magnus finally came back down to the kitchen, his fatigue gone and a sly grin on his face that made Farmer shudder, either from anticipation and excitement.

"Something wrong with the spell, dear?" Farmer's voice trembled slightly as Magnus stepped up to them and kissed their neck gently. His thick beard pleasantly tickled Farmer's tender skin.

"On the contrary, my love. I've decided to add a few extra hours and stronger soundproofing when we get started." Now, Rasmodius gave them a very sly and playful smile, enjoying watching the Farmer's reaction and how they exhaled a single 'oh'.

Never would Farmer have thought that they would be in any way grateful to Camilla for pissing Magnus off again with her teasing and stupid jokes.

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A whole week on duty in Castle Village.... Lance understood perfectly well the seriousness of the situation with the monsters and was always ready to help Alesia and other adventurers. Yet a whole week away from the Stardew Valley, place that had become his home... Away from the farm, away from the green trees and flowers. Away from the person he loved. For a whole week.....

The second-in-command of The First Slash clan was so focused on the mission that it wasn't until the end of the week, back home on the farm, that he felt his own tired muscles and homesickness. Especially for the Farmer.

He didn't catch Farmer at home, though, only a note that they would be back from Pelican Town soon and a plate of still-hot and delicious tropical curry. Lance finished his meal with relish, but he found himself worrying about his last mission: although it had been a success, the unpleasant residue of defending the post from monsters was still there.

All bad thoughts immediately vanished, however, when the front door opened and a familiar silhouette appeared on the threshold.

"Welcome back, Lance." Ah, the Farmer's embrace, which the tired pink-haired adventurer missed so much, the voice of his favorite person that made him smile sincerely. If it had been Lance's will - he would have spent hours on end listening only to Farmer, their stories of adventures, work on the farm or just chattering about everything. Today, however, he also planned to hear other sounds from his dearest spouse... mostly moans.

Lance told the Farmer briefly about how his week in Castle Village had gone. After finishing the story, both of them decided to finally enjoy each other's company, leaving all the bad thoughts behind.

"Any plans for tonight?", the Farmer trailed their hands over Lance's back, watching him sink from the touch and caress.

"Hmmm... I think I have an idea." Lance smiled radiantly at Farmer and kissed them on the lips, slow and sweet. Pulling away from his partner's lips, he continued, "Why don't you wait in the living room for five minutes? I'll call you soon."

A little less than five minutes had passed when there was the sound of magic in the next room, a sound that was very familiar to the Farmer. It was no longer a secret to them that many wizards and witches use various things from the magical world for their love needs, and it wasn't limited to simple love spells or love potions. There's a lot deeper here than it seems, because magical people are people too, and they too want to diversify their pleasurable time in bed. Lance was no exception.

A moment later, though, Farmer also saw a purple light exploring from the bedroom, which was new to them. Before they could think what that might mean, Lance appeared right behind the Farmer, putting his arm around their waist. Teleport, of course.

"I was thinking that stronger soundproofing for the bedroom will be necessary tonight," Lance whispered in their ear and bit the lobe slightly with his teeth, listening with pleasure to the hitched breathing of his favorite person. With impatience and anticipation of an unforgettable night, the farmer's heartbeat quickened.

"I missed you so much," the pink-haired man whispered again, finally taking his dearest spouse to their bed.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #stardew valley #sdv #sve lance #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #magnus rasmodius #sve headcanon #thanks for the ask!

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stormflower8 · 9 months

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south asian!ballister part three!

it's times like these where I can't help but feel a little bad for people who have little to no interest in these headcanons, because this is my third day in a row posting these and I feel as though they may be clogging up the tags a little bit

oH WELL

speaking of, part one is here, and part two is here!

also, I saw someone asking if people can use these in their own headcanons or fics or art and YES, absolutely yes!! but if you do, please tag me (or whatever the equivalent of that is, I'm still very new to tumblr, this is like my fourth post) because I would love to see it!!

okay I ripped up tumblr to find this but this stream of headcanons is inspired by this post!

specifically this part "I find the idea of Nimona not being able to handle spicy food but loving it at the same time hilarious Especially considering the fact that they’re living with two Asian men and Asians don’t play about spice (I swear to this day my Mama burned both her and my tastebuds off) They try really hard to look tough and eat all the food they’re given But snot is running down their face and there are tears in their eyes and they need to take constant breaks Poor baby coughs when you add sriracha to their food Whereas Bal and Ambrosius are out here guzzling hot sauce like it’s water Nimona prays on their downfall while also begging the boys to teach them their ways"

credit to @a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual for the above segment

so, naturally, ballister and ambrosius have an incredibly high spice tolerance

back in their institute days, they would have little contests on who could intake the most spice without faltering

neither of them could consistently best the other, it was inconsistent results and basically was just a 50/50 situation

ambrosius is the kind of person to eat a ghost pepper straight and be like "oh that's kind of spicy" in the most casual but mildly interested voice ever. as if he's pleasantly surprised

pre-canon, ambrosius would have bal test the spice level of dishes, but post-canon, he realized that wasn't the best idea, so he gave the job to nimona instead

there's this south asian condiment called "achaar", and it's basically... okay I have no idea how to explain it but the wikipedia definition is South Asian pickles, also known as Avalehikā, Uppinakaayi, Pachadi, Loncha or Noncha, Achaar, Athāṇu or Athāṇo or Athāna, Khaṭāī or Khaṭāin, Sandhan or Sendhan or Sāṇdhāṇo, Kasundi, or oorugaai is a pickled food made from a variety of vegetables and fruits preserved in brine, vinegar, edible oils, and various South Asian spices.

it basically adds a sort of tangy spicy flavor to your food

and while that sounds kind of strange I swear it's good

actually I don't like achaar very much but I've heard from family members that it's good LMAO

anyways, ballister uses it religiously. he LOVES that shit

there is a jar of achaar on the table at all times

ambrosius doesn't like it and it's too spicy for nimona, but they get it anyways because of how much ballister likes it

speaking of food,

there are certain south asian foods that ballister really holds close to his heart

like, he got them at the orphanage, but never at the institute

so like, street foods

specifically pani puri (also called golgappa and probably more names) because it's my favorite

for those of you who don't know what that is, it literally translates to "water (pani) deep fried bread (puri)" but that is the worst explanation ever so just google it

ballister, obviously, can't cook anything except rice and chai (I mean, seriously, just look at him. he's banned from the kitchen), so he never learned to make any of those traditional south asian recipes he loves

one day, post-canon, ambrosius finds a place that specializes in pani puri and remembers ballister describing them to him pre-canon and decides to grab some

he brings them home and when he shows ballister, Ballister was silent for a moment, a tantalizing, tense moment that had Ambrosius all but holding his breath. His anxiety began rising as his gaze flickered from Ballister to his setup on the table and back again. Maybe I misread his reminiscence all those years ago, Ambrosius panicked internally. Oh god, maybe I completely misremembered it and he has no connection to this at all. Or, worse, I crossed a line I shouldn't have even approached. "Uh," Ambrosius managed an awkward chuckle. "I saw a place, and it reminded me of something you once said, and I thought it might be a good idea but I guess it wasn't and I probably shouldn't have led with 'I have a surprise you'll like' because that just sets up expectations and-" His rapid-fire speech was completely silenced when Ballister crossed the room in a few long strides, cupped Ambrosius's face in his hands, whispered "I love you so much." in a voice that sounded almost choked up, and kissed him.

anyways, south asian food, especially street food, holds an incredibly special place in his heart

this last one I'm kind of torn on my approach to it, but it still felt worth throwing in the pot

horrible pakistani dramas

god I hate them

so, there are two options here

option A, ballister hates them too

he can't stand them, he complains about them whenever they come up, if for whatever reason he has to watch one he'll rip apart the plot so much so that the writers would never recover if they heard him

or option B, ballister has a love/hate relationship with them

because let's be real, no one other than my thrice divorced aunt ACTUALLY likes them

now option B can go a number of different ways

maybe bal really hates the idea of them and hates the plot, but goddamnit it, they STILL get him stupidly invested in the plot to the point where he's yelling at all the characters in urdu and on the verge of ugly crying and going on an angry rant and just bundling himself up in a miserable blanket blob

or maybe he hates them in theory, but they're a guilty pleasure that he only really indulges in for the kind of entertainment where it's so bad it's entertaining

I honestly have no clue if ANY of those are in character, but I'm sure if I shoot either one of them or some combination of multiple, it'll be at least slightly accurate, right?

finally, two super short ones!

ballister has a rule against no shoes in the house

"oh, but he's seen wearing shoes in the house in the movie!" uh, yeah, in a dusty ass abandoned tower. only AFTER he had it all cleaned out and actually furnished (post-canon) did he (and ambrosius!) start taking off their shoes indoors

and

he sits down to eat or drink

even just a glass of water, he'll sit down for it

even if 'sitting down' entails sitting on a table

it's just a force of habit at this point

looking at my notes, that is actually everything I have written down! this means that these headcanons will probably cease now, as it might take me a while to come up with more.

we'll see though!

-Storm

#nimona 2023 #nimona #ballister boldheart #riz ahmed #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #south asian #desi #supposedly drinking water sitting down is good for you #but I'm not sure if that's right #don't quote me on that

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winterspiderpurrs · 9 months

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" Get the car now!"

More gunshots rang out. Three men were running down an alley, the tall blonde pausing to snatch up and lift the older gentleman to carry him bridal style to protect him from the stray shots. The older man made a growling sound out of frustration.

" Fuck you Rogers! I don't need to be carried!"

A man behind the pair fires off another shot, the sound of glass breaking. The driver in the car slumped over, the car was turning and crashing into the wall once it spun out. The other men in the back of the car scrambled to get out.

Another car speeds up the alley facing the men running toward it and stops just long enough for the trio to get in. The blonde practically toss the older man in.

" Happy get us out of here!"

Tires screeching as the car goes into reverse and backs out onto the street.

" What happened? We need the doc?"

Tony is fuming. It's been a while since someone has tired to double cross Him. And in such a sloppy and public way.

" Friday, scan all signals, any video ctv radio transmission nionitnin the bud, file away for my eyes online so I can analyze late"

He throws his phone at the blonde " What is your problem? I had it handled! You know it will be seen as a weakness when word gets out. Fucking bridal style? I ain't a princess Steve."

Sighing the blonde picks up the phone and tosses it lightly on the empty seat next to Tony. " Boss. I know but you didn't see the blinking green light on your forehead from the sniper. This... was an unexpected move... thank God for Bucky"

Bucky snorts from his seat next to Steve as he types away on his phone. " Clint took out the sniper on the roof. Natasha is going to find out who set this up as we lay low. Best to hide away for a few since this was so public... only going to the Gala tomorrow night and back on lock down."

Happy makes several more turns. Driving away but to no certain destination. " Lake house?" He questions.

Adjusting the cuffs on his jacket, Tony looks out the window. " To far away.. I'm not hiding but we need to lay low.... take us to Warehouse B."

If you were paying attention you would have noticed Happy's eyes widen be he nods his head. He puts up the privacy partition. Steve stares at Tony for a moment, glances over at Bucky then back to Tony. " I trust Bucky... but are you sure.."

That causes Bucky to pause and look up and glance between the two before eyeing Tony. Tony was fidgeting with his watch and his wedding band before nodding. " It's fine. If it gets out we will know why. " Tony raises an eyebrow as he stares Bucky down.

Bucky was newer to the group. Only in the sense of actually all three of them working a deal. Bucky had a civilian life. He was the owner of half the gun ranges and pawn shops in the state. Sometimes, he lets Steve, and by extension, Tony's "group" borrows guns from the shop. He just happens to be with them this time when a meeting went wrong. They wanted Bucky's opinion on the guns that might have been purchased.

It wasn't log til they ended up at a huge warehouse. You can tell that the neighborhood has gone under a major renovation. Happy drops them off down a side alley. Tony stands at the door, pushing a bunch of buttons on the key pad before a door slides open.

Bucky was pleasantly surprised with the layout. The warehouse was converted into a loft. He was still taking everything in when he appeared. He stepped down from what it looked like a roof access point covered in plants, a look of worry on his face. Bucky feels like he has seen him somewhere before. But where?

"Tony? May's cooking still bad?"

" Yeah, kiddo. May's getting more flowers delivered, maybe 2 or 3 bouquets"

You could see the relief on the young man's face before he smiles over at them. It's obvious to Bucky those were code for everything being alright.

" I start dinner then.... How's. ..a.. Pepper and Morgan"

" Fine. Great. Morgan started Kindergarten."

The man nods, finally making his way down the steps to the living room area, turning to smile at Steve and opens his arm for a hug. " Steve! It's great to see you. It's been too long! You should visit more! " Steve laughs and walks over and gives the man a hug.

" I know. Missed you to Pete. I'll try you know Tony keeps me busy"

Bucky glances at Tony and can see his jaw click, a penvise expression on his face. Clearly irritated.

There is definitely a story to tell here.

The man let's Steve go from the hug before tilting his head at Bucky and offers him a smile. He holds his hand out to shake.

" It's nice to meet you. I'm Peter Parker and don't worry I'm not as half as much trouble as this pair" Bucky smirks a little shaking his hand. " Bucky... and don't worry I know this Punk takes all the stupid with him wherever he goes" Nodding his head towards Steve.

"Hey!"

Peter laughs.

Bucky squint for a moment " Hey.. aren't you that..."

Tony rolls his eyes and walks between them to separate them to head to the kitchen. " Yeah yeah he is that singer"

Bucky remembers seeing his photo online as the paparazzi stopped him while he was signing autographs.

"Wow..."

....

Tbc....

Maybe...

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belmottetower · 1 year

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3.10 International Meta

Ted Lasso’s International Break details - actually extremely accurate! I am pleasantly surprised! If you read my review of episode 9, you’d have seen at the end the part where we freaked out about the potential for bad exposition regarding this stuff. But they actually fucking nailed it! And they left so much space for amazing fic and headcanons!

I’m going to overhaul the International Break page on the primer to include all the new information and erase stuff that is now erroneous and I will post again when done, but in the meantime, here are some notes about details in this episode that hopefully will be exciting to think about, in terms of gap-filling fic or otherwise. Trust me, applying some of the below information to the show really heightens an already VERY AMAZING episode. Uncle’s Day! Gareth Southgate! 24!

Ted Lasso season 3 is set in the 2021/2022 football season. We have a thorough timeline of season 3 coming for the primer, but in 3.10, Richmond has played 31 league matches so far (16 wins, 6 losses, 9 draws according to the board) and the time being featured in this episode is the annual March international break.

In real life, this break happened from 21-29 March 2022. There also would have been international breaks in August, October and November 2021. These were not featured on the show but would have occurred in between episodes, regardless of whether any players were called up during them or not. The August break would have happened during the Zava montage of wins in episode 3, the October break would have happened directly after episode 3 and before episode 4, and the November break would have happened in the bad run of matches that happened off screen between episode 4 and episode 5.

The March break is usually dedicated to continental friendlies rather than tournament qualifiers. Each international team would have played TWO games that week within their confederation, so Canada played Mexico once and some other CONCACAF nation once. England and Wales would have each played two UEFA opponents, and so on.

The international matches are generally spaced out over something like Thursday and Saturday, or Friday and Sunday - a few days training, play one game, more days training, play the next game, recovery, press, back to the regular league club by the following Tuesday.

The moment Beard reads out the names in the dressing room after the Leicester match would not be the first moment the players are finding out this news. That international announcement does not happen on a match day, and they guys are responding happily but not as excitedly as they would if this was The Big News Announcement, especially for Jamie’s very first time. That moment was a summary of already known information, the call-ups would have come in the week before.

They’ve just played Leicester on the Saturday and Jamie for instance would have got the news sometime between Monday to Thursday of the prior week. This year, the England squad announcement for the March break was released to the public on Thursday 16th March before the players showed up at St George’s Park to train on the following Monday the 20th. I’m sad we did not actually get to see Jamie’s call-up moment, but the primer has a BUNCH of examples about how he may have gotten the news so feel free to peruse and imagine your favourite situation for Jamie.

Dani is the only person we know for sure has had prior call ups - he’s listed as a Mexico international on the cheat sheet since before he even came to Richmond - but on this break, Jamie is the only person they mention making his debut, his very first call-up (invitation to be in the squad) and potential cap (cap being the term for actually making an appearance - he could have been called up but not capped, as in, didn’t come off the bench.) That Jamie detail kind of implies all the others have done it before, but that doesn’t quite fit with Ted not knowing that Bumbercatch is playing for Switzerland, as they would have gone through like, nine prior international breaks before this one since Ted’s arrival.

Pretty sure Bumbercatch IS English, but he must be eligible for Switzerland under the grandparent rule. Basically, when you select your international eligibility, you can claim it for the country of birth of one of your parents or grandparents. Players will sometimes do this if their main nationality is from a more competitive footballing country. You can switch allegiance between junior and senior levels (Jack Grealish and Declan Rice, both VERY ENGLISH MEN, played for Ireland as juniors because they had a better chance of being selected there. When it became clear they were England-good, they switched allegiances for senior selection. Irish fans are still angry about this.) I’m assuming Bumbercatch has at least one Swiss parent or grandparent so put himself up for FIFA eligibility as Swiss rather than English, as the Switzerland team is easier to get into than the England team.

England trains at St George’s Park near Birmingham, about 130 miles/ 2 and a half hours drive from Richmond. Jamie would have trained at SGP before as a junior England player in the age group teams (see the primer about how this is almost 100% a given) so it would not be a brand new place for him to visit, but it would be very special coming in as an England senior player for the first time on the Monday morning.

The team travels down from SGP to London to play their home matches at Wembley Stadium, the home of English football and the same place the semi-final against Man City took place last season. This is only about 10 miles from Richmond, hence Beard saying “up the way at Wembley.” Sometimes both matches of the break are at home, or sometimes one is abroad and they fly to the other country. FWIW, in real life, the two England games in the March 2022 break were both at Wembley, so no overseas travel.

The jacket Jamie is wearing for Uncle’s Day is an example of the casual England wear the players get given upon their call up (as opposed to their training kit or match kit.) This is what they will wear to travel as a group, or in their free time around camp. Sometimes they get gear sent over the week before so they can already be dressed in the team gear when they arrive (there are social media videos made of their arrivals) or sometimes they pick it all their gear on arrival.

Jamie would have reported for International Duty probably on Monday. Occasionally the report-in is Tuesday. But Uncle’s Day is happening on WEDNESDAY. (Keeley references the day of the week in her scenes set that same day.) The reason I bring this timeline up is because it’s looking likely that Jamie ran away from the England camp to attend this party. He either drove himself down from Birmingham after training on Wednesday afternoon - very not allowed, they are kept pretty firmly on campus - or the team traveled down to London VERY early, because Jamie’s first Wembley match takes place on Friday, not Thursday. The fact that he has sourced an original copy of the 2014 World Cup kit for Roy and was able to get the name cuntified in a legitimate manner suggests to me that he actually got that done at by the kit men at the England base camp, making it even more likely that he’s been at camp and snuck away back to London for the afternoon.

2014 was Roy’s last World Cup, but his last England cap, ever, was in the 2016 Euros (in a real life game that England lost, a very low point - we suspect this is also when he left Chelsea, at the end of the 15/16 season) and given his legendary status in the game, it’s not unlikely his first international tournament was either the 2000 Euros or the 2002 World Cup. Comparing how the show frames him to other players like him, I would guess he has anywhere between 70 to 120 caps.

3.10 establishes, via Jamie’s gift to Roy, that the World Cup cycle within Ted Lasso is the same years as real life, so there is a World Cup coming up for the players right after season 3 finishes. If Ted Lasso-verse does a different host to real life (the controversial choice of Qatar) the 2022 Ted Lasso World Cup will be in the June and July immediately following the finale. If Qatar is mentioned, the 2022 World Cup won’t take place until November 2022, disrupting the Premier League during the following season (season 4, if we get it.)

The commentary of the England match mentions Southgate - meaning that Gareth Southgate, the real England manager, is also the manager within the show. This is GREAT news for Jamie enjoyers, almost as good news as Real Pep. See primer for details on Southgate and how he would have crossed paths with Jamie before. This is a VERY BIG DEAL and a bit of a dream come true for me. Gareth is about a decade older than Roy, they would know each other from some crossover playing time in the early 2000s. He would have played at England alongside Roy if Roy debuted for England before 2004.

I just had a conversation that made me realise that some people might think that league or club coaches might also join the England team for breaks the way that players do. Not how it works. Managing England is a full time job - Gareth Southgate is not ALSO a club coach. Sometimes the assistant coaches have other jobs - for a while Ted Lasso match commentator Chris Powell was helping to coach England while also helping to coach the Tottenham Hotspur academy team. But Gareth's ONLY job is the England men's first team, including keeping up with the status of potential squad members all year and so on.

It's not impossible that Roy could eventually be brought on to the England assistant coaching staff while also assistant coaching Richmond - in real life one of West Ham’s assistant coaches does this - but Roy doesn't have a lot of experience coaching so it's unlikely, and it's not going to happen if Roy becomes the actual manager of Richmond at the end of the season. Still. It could be a fun idea if Roy doesn’t become the manager.

Jamie wearing 24 is very plausible within how national squad numbering works and it is actually the number we suggested for him in the primer before this episode aired! Our choice was nothing to do with Sam, but was chosen because it was the number given to Callum Wilson, England’s non-starting striker, in the World Cup. Jamie will not be England’s go-to 9 for many years.

Jamie could have requested 24, but the international shirt numbering is not a free for all. You can’t select 54 or 81 or something. The squad is numbered from 1 to however many (usually 26) with no gaps, and it’s not fixed and permanent like club numbers. Who gets what number is altered every match based on the starting line up, unless you’re in a big tournament where you keep the same shirt number the whole month. For an international friendly like this, the starters for that game will wear 1 through 11, then all the substitutes will be numbered on from there.

Given that Jamie is brand new to the team, and on the bench (he comes on at the 65th minute when it’s 6-0 to England, replacing the not-Harry-Kane England starting striker who wears the 9, a very normal situation for a game that’s going successfully, rest your stars and give the newbies a chance to stretch their legs) being numerically low in list makes sense. He would have always had a number between say 22 and 26, but within that, he could probably make a request, if it isn’t putting anyone else out, like “Hey, if no one minds, can I have 24?” as opposed to 22, 23, 25 or whatever. They do give people their favorites if they ask for it, so it works PERFECTLY for him to have 24, as it fits his position in the team as well as the Sam tribute.

However, his squad number would have been listed on the team sheet in advance of the match. Sam being surprised in the moment is slightly off - they would have seen his number when they learned he'd been selected for the game's lineup at all.

For those bummed out that Jamie’s friends were not there in person - England would have played another match on the Sunday, there is never just one in a break. Maybe Roy, Keeley, Ted, Isaac, Sam and so on went to Wembley to support him at the Sunday match in person before club training resumed at Richmond on the Monday or Tuesday.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #dani rojas #moe bumbercatch #sam obisanya #ted lasso spoilers

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Stiles, who was just about to comment on the blinding glare from the Christmas lights, slowly shuts his mouth. Realization is dawning, and he feels like an idiot not to have seen it coming. “Surprise! Christmas isn’t your thing,” he guesses, resigned. Peter gives him a look like he’s insane to even bring it up. He probably is.

Peter and Stiles’s whole relationship is built on sarcasm and disdain for the world at large. No topic is safe from mockery. (Unfortunately, they may not be on the same page about the holiday season.)

Some days, Stiles is convinced Peter’s only dating him because the guy gets off on pushing buttons. That’s Peter’s main source of amusement. He knows Stiles is never more than a second away from some minor crime at any given moment, and he likes watching Stiles reconsider and bend his already flexible morals. Likes being the one to urge him on.

Some days, Stiles likes to let him.

Some days.

“Yeah, I dunno about this,” Stiles mutters dubiously, peering through the chain-link fence. When he grabs on, squinting for a closer look, the metal is icy against his skin. “It’s kind of a stretch, dude. Even for me.”

“What’s the harm?” Peter inquires, his tone even. Still, Stiles can hear the smirk without looking. “It’s just a peek. Sixty seconds.”

“Psh. Yeah, right. Sixty seconds now, until we actually get in there and look around.”

It’s late, maybe a little past one in the morning, and the two of them have been meandering a slow circuit through the neighborhood around Stiles’s apartment. Which, yeah, is kind of a weird or even suspicious thing to be doing at this hour, depending on who you ask. Dangerous, too, considering the area. But it’s safe enough when one of you is a literal creature of the night and the other knows his way around a curse book.

It’s also kind of a necessity. Late-night walks are sometimes the only thing that helps Stiles nod off when he’s got too many thoughts rattling around in his head. The rhythmic steps, or maybe the familiar neighborhood setting, always calms his nerves somehow. Or else it just burns off his restless energy. Stiles hasn’t psychoanalyzed himself or anything, but it does the trick.

As for Peter’s presence, that’s a semi-recent thing. He used to just pretend to get offended that the sex alone wasn’t enough to tick the right boxes and knock Stiles’s lights out. But it must have gotten boring sitting around indoors and waiting for him to come back, and the guy has never been one for pillow talk anyway, so he’s started tagging along. Plus, he likes fucking with evening joggers who don’t expect to find someone lurking around the corner in the dark. (See? He’s all about the amusement factor.)

Anyway. They’ve paused here by the fence because Stiles has been keeping an eye on this city block for months. Construction has rattled the ground and diverted local traffic forever. Gleaming in its wake is a new building, freshly raised: a mixed-use space, with apartments above and a couple shops at ground level. One of which, the signs promise, is a coffee shop. A coffee shop, and this cannot be emphasized enough, that is only one block away from where Stiles lives. It’s like some beneficent cosmic being decided Stiles Stilinski does deserve nice things, after all. Things like fresh coffee after an all-nighter. Wi-fi when his shitty router kicks out. Maybe even sandwiches and pastries and stuff—he’d sell his soul for decent bear claws within walking distance.

“You did say you wanted to see the inside,” Peter reminds him idly. The building’s been done for weeks, but the fence still blocks half the sidewalk, keeping pedestrians away from the new facade. Even to Stiles’s human nose, the whole area smells pleasantly of sawdust and fresh paint.

“Yeah, but c’mon. I meant when it was finally open. And anyway, can see it fine from here,” Stiles retorts, and it’s kind of true: with the glow of the streetlight behind them, he can make out the gleam of new machinery and the dark shadows of tables and chairs. “Hey. Look, they even have folding windows. For when it’s nice out.”

“Those are nice.” Peter observes. “Easy to break into.”

Stiles tries his best to fight back a grin, because you can’t encourage Peter at times like this. Give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. “Ok, babe, just so we’re clear. We are not breaking—”

“—into your new favorite coffee shop, which you haven’t shut up about for more than five minutes at a time in weeks? I’d think twice about passing on the opportunity. Once they’ve set up their security system, it won’t be as easy.” He hums, as if a thought has just occurred to him. “You know, they probably have all kinds of decor in there. For your sign collection.”

There are a bunch of dark shapes spread out on the walls, some kind of decorations. A few large ones that are probably just menus or something, but smaller ones too. Could be signs, could be art. “I don’t have a—it’s not a collection.”

“It’s eleven signs. What’s that you always say? Two’s a coincidence, three’s a pattern? ‘Eleven’ is probably a collection.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Stiles laughs.

The squeal of bending metal cuts through the quiet. Stiles drags his eyes away from the cafe windows to find Peter peeling up the bottom of the chain link fence, all casual, like it weighs no more than a sheet of paper.

Peter smirks. “It’d be a crime not to.”

“Peter,” Stiles replies, amused, “this is a crime. This is a literal crime.”

“I bet they have those deluxe espresso machines you get so hard for.”

Stiles heaves out a long-suffering sigh, taking in those dark shapes through the window, and pretends to still be thinking about it. He briefly glances around, like anyone else is crazy enough to be out in the cold this time of night, like Peter wouldn’t hear anyone within earshot anyway. Peter lifts the chain-link fence a little higher. An invitation. The same way some boyfriends might hold open a door.

“Alright, fine,” he mutters under his breath. He ignores Peter’s triumphant smirk as he ducks beneath the fence. “Sixty seconds.”

A week and a half later, Cuppa Life Cafe opens to very little fanfare. It’s just a tiny cafe on a tiny street in a tiny town—who cares? But to Stiles, it’s revolutionary.

It’s a shiny new distraction to break up his days. When he’s doing research for his magical consulting clients, when he’s combing through digitized bestiaries for Scott, when he’s delving into police files he one hundred percent did not swipe from his dad, he’s got somewhere to go. No more is he confined to slogging away within the four walls of his cramped and arguably dim apartment (he likes the vibe of his scattered ritual candles, but they don’t always do the trick for him, focus-wise). When he needs a change of pace, he can head downstairs for a three-minute walk to sugar and caffeination and sunlight.

And then there’s Peter, who’s trekked here four times already for dark roast coffees he continually claims are beneath him. Either he’s full of it, or he knows Stiles is more likely to peel away from his work if Peter’s within easy walking distance as well.

Presently, Stiles’s phone chimes with a text from a contact listed as Big Bad Creeperwolf, a label he hasn’t changed since their first meeting. (Anyway, it’s still accurate.) When Stiles checks his messages, there’s a snapshot of the Cuppa Life menu and a text that just reads, Unfortunate.

Stiles stares, squinting and wondering what Peter’s point is, but he can’t work it out. He could text back, or he could grab his current working bestiary from the bed and go around the corner to figure it out.

The place really is cute. They’re clearly going for that modern chic look, with chalkboard menus, lighted glass cases full of Instagram-ready pastries, and graphic art peppered across warm, red-bricked walls. At a glance, you wouldn’t know anything’s missing at all. Stiles only feels a little guilty about nicking his latest sign, inasmuch as he ever feels guilty about nicking anything (and then, you know, returning to the scene of the crime afterward). Look, the display was probably a free one the coffee brand shipped to the cafe as an ad. And Stiles is a regular customer now, and he always tips well, so it’ll probably even out in the end.

Peter’s snagged a table toward the front, right where the late fall sunlight streams in. It’s just barely warm enough that all the windows are folded to the side—they really are a nice touch, even if Peter’s right that they’re easy to sneak through—and when he spots Stiles walking past outside, he glances up with a knowing smirk. Because of course Stiles was going to jump up to visit. Annoying, Stiles thinks, how that one look sends a coil of pleasure into his stomach every time.

“That wasn’t an invitation to drop by,” Peter drawls, typing into his laptop, when Stiles appears at his table.

“Then you shouldn’t have announced your location, babe,” Stiles counters, dumping his book. The pet name slips off his tongue without thought again: he started using it ironically a few weeks back, almost taunting, just to dig at Peter for his condescending little “sweethearts” all the time, and now…

Peter smirks at the face he’s making. “Can’t stop it, can you? Cute.”

“Shut up,” Stiles says without bite. He sinks into the opposite chair, his attention catching on the little cardboard table menu. It’s done up in red, with glittering holly leaves, to cheerily advertise the seasonal specials. “About time! Peppermint hot chocolate?”

“Didn’t you see my text? We’ve gone from pumpkin spice to peppermint season,” Peter informs him, voice dripping with disdain. “It’s all Laura’s been complaining about for days.”

“Is that why you sent it?” Stiles asks distractedly, flipping the menu to check the drinks on the back. “And—wait, what are you even talking about? Peppermint’s the best.”

It’s all the good stuff, he finds: butterscotch caramel coffees, peppermint mochas, gingerbread spice cold brews, s’mores lattes. Man, this place does not disappoint. Stiles must have accidentally done a good deed to deserve it, but hell if he knows what it was.

It’s not until he lowers the menu that he sees Peter’s dismay. Too late, he picks up on the haughty tone, which is Peter’s default whenever they parry insults or dogpile on something they mutually believe to be garbage.

“Is that a joke?” Peter demands. “Peppermint is nature’s mildest poison. Who wants to eat something whose primary flavor is ‘cold?’ The whole place reeks of it now—even you should be able to smell it with that chunk of marble you call a nose. We’re going to have to avoid every cafe in town for the next two months.”

Stiles shakes his head, amused. “Every now and then, I feel really grateful I don’t have all your wolf stuff going on. There are definite downsides to super sniffers. But you’re right about pumpkin spice, I guess—that stuff’s a travesty. RIP to Laura and all the pumpkin spice girls probably crying into their scarves as we speak.”

“You’re a witch, and fall's barely over. Are you even allowed to voice a dislike of pumpkin spice?”

“I’m a spark and you know this. And yeah, I guess they’ll probably revoke my card,” Stiles jokes.

With his stuff now scattered across the table, he heads off to the counter, deliberating over his drink choices. He ends up going with the peppermint mocha, partly because he does, in fact, really love peppermint and needs to carpe diem the fuck out of it while it’s still in season, and partly because he knows it’ll annoy Peter.

Once he grabs his order and gets back to his seat, he takes his first taste while making pointed eye contact with the werewolf. Unfortunately, Peter’s crinkled nose just makes Stiles snort into the drink, and he ends up choking on a puff of whipped cream for his trouble.

“Lovely that I’m only learning now that you enjoy drinking toothpaste,” Peter snarks. He looks almost disgusted, but he’s still wearing the delighted smirk that means he’s back in his element. “What other dealbreakers don’t I know about you?”

“Oh, c’mon,” Stiles coughs, still laughing a little. “Out of all the shit I’ve done, peppermint’s the dealbreaker?”

“I already know about the live theater thing. The—musicals.”

“What, that I’ve witnessed some without fleeing the theater?” Stiles asks, covering his grin with a sip of his drink. It really is good, with just enough peppermint to boost the chocolatey taste of the mocha without being overpowering. “I stand by Heathers, my dude. J.D. is hot. I won’t apologize for that.”

“Sickening. What else do I need to know? Do you put motivational quotes in your email signature? Do you unironically follow astrology? If you’re a secret cryptobro, you’d better tell me before this goes any further.”

Stiles snickers into his drink. “No to all of the above. But if either of us was gonna turn into some condescending asshole trying to peddle something skeevy, it’d probably be you.”

“Excuse you.”

“Speaking of dealbreakers. Met this cute guy earlier today.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Did you now.”

“You’d better watch out.”

“What’s he look like?”

“Fat. Tan.”

“Tabby?”

“Maybe, but the fur was pretty long. I took pictures. Wanna see?”

He’s grinning: it’s a bluff, of course, and they both know it. Peter just grunts. There are few things the werewolf finds more boring than pictures of small animals. He’s insane that way. Like he would honestly rather pry his own eyes out than witness a cute cat displaying its belly for scratches. Stiles doesn’t even know what to do with him sometimes.

“Keep your beaus to yourself,” Peter replies, returning to his book.

“Your loss.” Stiles pulls his laptop to him, booting it up. “By the way, did I tell you Pudding’s rash is gone? Saw her this morning.”

“If I have to hear another word about cats,” Peter sighs, “and especially a cat’s skin condition, I’ll swear to god I’ll find a way to get you banned from this cafe.”

Stiles mimes zipping his lips and gets back to work, though Peter looks at him with distrust for a full minute before he resumes reading. But while Stiles does sometimes get a perverse sense of enjoyment from Peter’s poor attempts to feign interest in his interests, he’s got shit to do today. Peter’s off the hook. For now.

Harassment has always been one of Stiles’s love languages. At least when it comes to Peter.

The feeling is clearly mutual, though. And Stiles knows Peter well enough to tell he isn’t the type of guy who’d stick around if he were actually offended.

They’ve come a long way since their first meeting, the first formal introduction of their respective packs. Back then, they were all circling each other warily, a prospective alliance built on contract negotiations and polite adherence to ceremony.

Everyone except for Peter. Peter was an immensely egotistical shit the entire time—not that he did or said anything outright insulting, anything to make the McCall pack cut their losses and back out, just things that were right on the cusp. Snarky insinuations. Snubs. He clearly thought them an insignificant pack of amateur shifters, and bitten wolves at that, a term he used with this pitying tone that suggested he wanted to turn up his nose but wouldn’t for propriety’s sake. It rubbed Scott and Isaac the wrong way right off the bat, and even Kira got sour about it. And Kira believes in peace and forgiveness and pixie dust for literally everyone.

Maybe Stiles only found it so funny because he knew how wildly wrong Peter was about them. The McCall pack, after all, is a bad enemy to underestimate and a good ally to have in your back pocket.

And then, somewhere amidst the getting-to-know-yous and the haughty diplomacy, it became clear that sure, Peter may have been sneering and abrasive, but he backed a lot of the same things Stiles championed: an aggressive defense, strong tendencies toward revenge where appropriate, doling out the harshest possible punishments against offending packs. His mean streak, in fact, aligned very neatly with Stiles’s.

For half the alliance negotiations, Stiles found himself arguing beside Peter, who looked delighted at the unexpected support, especially when it was just the two of them against ultra-forgiving alphas who indulged their reasoning but came down firmly on the side of living and letting go and other bullshit.

“Fine,” Peter had said when it was all done. All pleasant and smirking, of course, because he’s always refused to show weakness after a loss. “Well, I’m sure none of us will ever regret this.”

Talia just rolled her eyes with the exasperation of someone who’d borne this kind of barbed statement all her life. And Peter turned and gave Stiles this meaningful look, the first of many designed to invite his judgment as well, as if to say Can you believe this? You and I are the only ones who truly understand.

Stiles was a little bit in love. Even then.

After they all dispersed for friendlier conversation, Stiles sidled up to him, phone held out imperiously. “Give me your number.” At Peter’s raised eyebrow, he added, “Don’t tell me you don’t want the backup. My alpha wasn’t the only one who said the words ‘minor territory breach’ like it’s not an oxymoron.”

It was hard to disagree. And Stiles wasn’t misreading the exasperation: by the time Peter finished entering his contact info, the werewolf had already begun to complain of all the extra work he often put in just for his own peace of mind given Talia’s relaxed policies. There were no known hunters or magical threats in the area—a feat only accomplished because of strict border enforcement, thanks very much—and the Hales were diligent about maintaining alliances with several nearby packs. But you never really knew. The Hale library, Peter added, was brimming with insights on defenses and known threats for that very reason.

Stiles perked up at the magic word. “A private library, huh? So…we’re officially allies now, right? When do I see it?”

Peter’s grin turned sly.

The attraction was clear as day. Even Stiles could read it, and most people’s flirtations went right over his head. Regardless, both of them were reluctant to make a move right away, both of them aware how disastrous the fallout could get for their respective packs if things went south between them. Or at least Stiles was aware of it, and Peter—perennial schemer that he is—must have at least considered it.

But maybe it was inevitable.

On a totally normal day, Stiles showed up uninvited at Peter’s, just to annoy him into loaning out a bestiary, and then they were just—on top of each other. It was the first and only time Stiles understood what people meant when they said they had sex by accident, a phrase he used to think was a stupid excuse people used for not bothering to control their own impulses, but holy shit, it was like someone just flipped a switch: one second they were staring, and the next second Peter’s tongue was down Stiles’s throat and Stiles was so fucking turned on that he was trying to climb him like a tree about it. He could not stop, could not stop for anything, like the only way out was forward, and forward meant tasting every inch of Peter’s skin.

The sex was amazing. Stiles was fucking wrecked. And of course when they came down, they said they should probably not do it again, absolutely never, because of pack reasons. And that they probably should not even mention it to anyone.

But those turned out to be more impulses they couldn’t rein in.

They became a thing. Somehow.

God knows they still rub each other the wrong way: Stiles is and always will be an annoying little shit, and Peter keeps making condescending offers to help broaden the tiny McCall pack—the implication being, again, that they aren’t perfectly fine as they are.

But somewhere along the way, Stiles has realized that all Peter’s stupid negging and random hints about his current location might be construed—if you looked at them through your dealing-with-a-manipulative-prick lens—as indirect attempts to coax Stiles into spending time with him. They’re the efforts of someone who has never bothered to invite anyone anywhere, and isn’t any good at it, and doesn’t even know how to do it without trying to manipulate the person in question into wanting it.

And now? Well. Peter’s never been one for grand, romantic gestures—he’s allergic—but it’s turned out okay. Do they have a relationship the average onlooker would describe as “normal” or “tender” or even “level-headed”? Hell no. But Stiles feels more comfortable with Peter than he does with just about anyone, and it’s clear Peter feels the same, and that’s enough.

Even now, the silence stretching between them is warm and companionable, with Stiles’s books and notes covering more than his fair share of the little table, and one of Peter’s legs stretched out beneath it to lean against Stiles’s, and the occasional question swapped between them to punctuate the calm.

A while later, after Stiles finishes the peppermint mocha and finds his limbs stiff, he stretches and returns to the front counter. When he comes back, he’s got a plain black coffee to replace Peter’s empty cup and, because he sometimes decides to be a just and merciful boyfriend, one of the gingerbread cold brews for himself instead of the peppermint.

That’s the kind of thing you end up doing when you get a little too invested. Not that Stiles would say it aloud.

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#steter #steter fic #warning in advance that i will be having a little too much fun with this one #this is probably where i will be outing myself as a Christmas Freak #mine

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