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equallyshaw · 3 months

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star crossed loves au | connor bedard x kailey hughes au ↳ fractured jaw. ↳ au masterlist.

warnings: none! word count: 910

it was all a blur for kailey. it was if she lost her voice, and her ability to move. the moment brendan smith make contact with connor, she knew it was bad. she'd seen that hit and play, plenty of times before. she was sitting on the couch with her best friend and roommate, becca and the two were watching the game together. as soon as connor clutched his jaw, becca looked over toward her best friend and saw the thoughts running a mile a minute. becca went to go grab her friend, but kailey was already off the couch sending a text towards connor. she began to pace the living room with anticipation and the fear that his jaw was broken. she was not naive, and the tweets that had flashed on her twitter were.

she was hoping a concussion, but was prepared for the worst.

it was about 10 minutes into the second period when she saw the tweet that connor was not coming back for the evening, and then a minute later connor responded it. it was in fact a broken jaw, and he was undoubtedly pissed at the situation and pissed that he allowed himself to look down. she appreciated the response though by the Blackhawks. especially (uncle/dad) nick foligno, who had taken him under his wing since the gecko and his wife, had welcomed kailey with open arms. even though the two had been just talking, and now- freshly together. she just did not like that it was over connor, and that it was his injury creating all of this. connor texted her throughout the rest of the game, more so venting and releasing his frustration with it all. and then once nick joined the injury list, he was filled with guilt. though kailey told him very quickly. then the third period came around, and sat with her mouth agape and somewhat pissed off at jack, who had injured himself. nobody touched him, nobody did a thing but his little clumsy ass. unfortunately, now would not be the time for her to say in the group chat 'you guys should get some extra lessons from mom again'. she texted her mom, to see how he was. he was obviously, very pissed at himself.

and then the game was over, and was somewhat sad over the fact that the hawks had lost - despite their grit and comeback. she was pissed off and angry for them at the devils- but it is what it is she said as she laid down for the evening. becca came to wake kailey around 3:45 am, when somebody came to the door for her. the front desk called becca's phone after nobody had answered the buzzer near the front door. apparently their was a guy that was under 5'10, dirty blonde, stocky and had something on his face. kailey quickly threw on her robe, and becca went back to bed. she opened the front door to their apartment, and there was a sad and exhausted-looking connor. "come here." she said barely above a whisper and pulled him in for a big hug. she could visibly feel the tension, stress, and anxiety leave his body as he adjusted to her warmth and smaller frame.

"hi con.." she whispered, pulling back a bit to look at him. her hands were soft and inviting as they gravitated towards his now longer locks, and her eyes pierced his blue ones. she took in his temporary jaw cast/brace. she saw the scary and somewhat gnarly bruising that had already formed on his cheeks, jaw and around his nose. she pulled him down a bit as she stood on her tippy toes and kissed his forehead softly. she did a second one for good measure, before settling her feet back on the ground. "come on, let's get to bed." she said taking ahold of his hand and leading him towards her bedroom. "what do you need?" she questioned as she turned on her bed side lamp, and he shrugged. she saw the carry on bag he had and she grabbed it from him. she opened it, to quickly retrieve his pajamas and handed them to him.

he headed into the connected bathroom, as she fluffed up her two pillows on the other side of her spot. she moved the comforter down a bit so now it was all ready for him. she also turned her string lights and opted to turn off her side bed, the bright light she concluded might be too much for him. she settled back into bed, and curled into her side, facing his side. he put his alarm on for the morning, not far from then, and then sat down before pulling his legs into bed. "what do you need from me?" she questioned softly, as she got into a somewhat comfortable position, sitting up. he pulled his phone from the bedside table and began typing before showing her his phone.

"you being with me is enough kails." she smiled at him softly and then he began to type my hand, "just hold my hand." and she nodded before grabbing ahold of it.

connor was scared, rightfully so about monday when he was going to be checked out. kailey rested her head on his shoulder as softly as she could, and connor met hers with his.

the two of them fell asleep rather quickly, savoring eachother's warmth and presence.

hope you all enjoyed (:

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nowiamcoveredinyou · 4 months

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Hello! May I request 3+26 from the indulgence list for Sherlock?

"Rule my heart"

Sherlock x reader

Warnings:- age gap!

Word count:- 2257

A/n:- your request was interesting. I enjoyed writing it. I hope you like it too💗. Also I included cricket (again) can't help but push my favourite sport everywhere I get the chance too.

Prompt list !

"I know darling" I answered on my phone as I sat at the dining table with my breakfast. It's my ultimate routine to call my boyfriend in the morning, before he's out for office and with all the "love you", "you're mine", "darling" he says another thing everyday "your roommate is really good with the violin". Which is the utmost truth of all. While I call my boyfriend Lucas, my roommate Mr Sherlock Holmes spends time with his violin. The wise detective of Baker Street, cold to everyone, only we his friends know what a warm heart he has got. Friend I say, however in my heart I know, he's more to me, have always been. Yet he's fifteen years older than me, perhaps he wouldn't find such a younger girl like me to be his companion, partner... Let alone wife. I am a believer of marriage so it was better for me and him to go as we can, Lucas is my chance to have the dream marriage I want. He's almost my age, three years older, perfect husband material, caring and funny, but then Sherlock is also funny, caring, protective of me. That's where I get stuck everytime, every good thing I find in Lucas, is good to me because it's present in my roommate.

"Your roommate... Is he alright?" Came from the other end of the phone, I was brought back from my train of thoughts.

"Huh.. wh-what? Sherlock? He seems fine, I guess" I replied.

"His music... It isn't... Like everyday" he said, that's when I observed yes, he seems to be unable to concentrate. He's getting stuck, repeating, making mistakes, unlike other days flawless music. Even if sometimes he makes mistakes he handles them well, well enough for no one to know. He'd come to me later and confess, "remember during the time of the music of that note, I hit a wrong note, I hope no one realised".

It was surprising to listen to him today, "might be a stressful case Lucas" I replied.

"Hmm.. perhaps, anyway gotta go" saying so we hung up with a "love you" to eachother. After the call I called my roommate, "Sherlock, come and have your breakfast".

He hummed which was almost inaudible, but the sound of him putting down his violin confirmed he's on his way, he has to be reminded all the time to eat. He came and sat on the chair obediently.

"What was up with your violin Sherlock?" I asked pouring him his tea.

"It was awful wasn't it?" He replied softly taking a biscuit and dipping in his tea.

"No" I said laughing softly to make him feel less bad for the... Well, bizzare tune today, "it happens when you're anxious, stressed, hard to control the stressful thoughts." I stated my reasoning, "I understand it... Entirely."

He stared at me, wonder what was so thrilling in me munching my biscuit.

"You said you're dumb" he said.

"Am I not? I think I am" I replied sipping my tea.

"You deduced me, me!" He emphasised the word 'me' "and you say you're dumb?"

"Well, this was easy perhaps" I said giggling like an idiot because I loved the compliment coming from the wisest man in, I dare say, the whole country.

"Wish you saw yourself the way I do" said he and sipped all his tea at once, like what I did.

"You're stressed then ? Work pressure?" I asked, playing with the handle of my cup, admiring his matured features, matured frown, may I say matured immaturity too?

"Not exactly" he said, thinking, "it's... I'm not sure actually." He tried to come up with an answer. I always wrap my arms around his neck when he's upset, or stressed. I love it because I love him, who cares for me, brings me my favourite junk food and holds my hand while walking. Lucas does so, sometimes, doesn't feel the same though.

I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck, "aww, you'll be fine" I said leaning on his head, which was a successful attempt of making him laugh.

"You know how to make me laugh don't you?" He said caressing the back of my palm.

"Seems like I do Sherlock." I said, with no hurry to let go off him.

Our moments of silence is even comfortable than any useless chatting. Eventhough I'm the chatter in the house and he's the Listener. I wonder why can't I feel this sort of comfort with Lucas? He's nice... I guess, a bit "don't do that, don't do this, your books are boring, read mine" but that's okay.

"Lucas gets the same affection from you, lucky guy" his voice broke the silence.

"But you do too" I replied, only if you knew I would love to give all of my affection to you, but you're older and perhaps I'm too young for you, you don't have any romantic feelings for any woman you met, some of them are beautiful, same age, smart, even his friend Molly is also smart. Why would you think of me if they can't win you.

"He'll get all, for all his life" he said. Yes because... I can't believe I'm actually marrying Lucas, so perhaps that makes me his fiance.

"You'll attend it okay" I said letting go off him, the thought of marrying Lucas was... Well... Overwhelming.

"You know my thoughts on m-marriages" he replied taking his cup to the sink. And ofcourse I do, that's why I have to try to love someone. Because you... You... Nevermind.

"It'd just make me happy to have my fr-friend" the word stuck, friend?

"Friend" he said washing his cup, when did he learn all these? Oh wait he always does the dishes, since I came because he thinks I'm too young for it, even for doing the dishes... Forget about love.

"Yes friend " I replied "My friend... You ... To be a part of this joyous event."

He nodded, he agreed I hoped. Later that evening Lucas took me to a cafe, he talked about himself all the time, he's a fine looking guy and I've always dreamt myself with such a guy, but all the time I was with him I thought of Sherlock. Later as I came home I found the flat... Messy. Scattered papers, test tubes here and there and the detective smoking?

"Sherlock!" I furiously entered and took away the ciggerate, "you promised me not to ever smoke."

"I'm sorry " he said raising himself a bit, "I couldn't control."

"Please don't tell me you took... Those things that you used to take" the thought of him being a junkie again horrified me.

"I didn't" he said.

"What happened to you today?" I can't help but yell, it's hard to see the man child, the beautiful man like this, "why are you acting like this?"

"Nevermind" he said, "how was the date with Lucas?"

His cross question infuriated me. I couldn't help but let my eyes get teary, couldn't help any longer but speak the truth, "awful".

To this he looked concerned, he stood up from his chair and came a few steps toward me,

"Have always been like this, forced, awful, ridiculous to even try to love him".

The tears of rage fell and he, I bet never saw me like this, yes he's calmed me down from exam frustration, work stress, family fights but this..."couldn't you deduce I'm not happy with him?"

He stayed quite, just pulled me to him, cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes wondering, perhaps I'm just a platonic adorable friend, otherwise those lips would've touched my lips.

"Lucas is a bit self absorbed." He said.

I stared at him, he knew?

"You knew it? He's not... Why didn't you say me?"

"Because he's exactly the kind of guy you like, remember when you came to my flat first time, and we started talking, you turned the TV on and watched cricket, that became our favourite 'us time', I learnt the whole sports from you-"

"Yet can't tell if it's a run out before the DRS" I interrupted and that made him giggle a bit.

"Guess that's a bit... Left to learn" he had difficulty to form sentences, "you told me about your favourite cricketer and every guy you had a crush on? Dated? I saw a pattern there, they looks similar with beard and specs, young, handsome, Lucas is all that. I thought you were happy to get to marry such a guy".

"Oh yeah" I said with a mocking laugh, not directed to him but my said thought,

"I assumed the same" gained some strength to finally say, "but he doesn't love me the way y.."

I stopped myself before I said too much.

"Is there a particular way to love?" Asked the detective.

"Oh?" He? He's talking of love? "What do you even know of love?"

He was taken aback, he's perhaps never seen me acting like this to him yet he replied, "to care for, to adore, to respect, wanting to be close to the person, to give her all she'll ever want, to ..." He smiled as he thought of more points this time, "listen to her.. nonsense in her words, to see her childlike amazement hearing and seeing my adventures, her.. leaning on my chest while I caress her, I think to me that's love."

I stayed quiet, because that's all me, we do such stuffs.

"And I think love is simple, joyous, intimate, and another word that you say alot...cute" he said "I am not such a man, to do all these things, to love someone... cutely, I'm a cold detective who abhors romance, I'm not the romantic type and -"

"But all the things you said is love.." I interrupted, "you and I... We.."

He was stunned perhaps, he thought and said, "I... "

He couldn't yet believe, he actually,

"you love me? You said all those stuffs remembering us Sherlock?"

Sherlock was still thinking... Is he confused about how he feels or...

"Yes ... Oh my... Yes" he said with utter excitement, pacing around the floor, "I love you... Alot... Alot... You didn't know? Come on! You're smarter than that. You knew it."

"I never ... I thought I'm too young for you"

"Or I... Too old for you?"

"Never, I love you, have always loved you." I said as I ran to embrace him. He hugged me back tightly, and we both cried in joy. But...

"I'm engaged Sherlock " I said and his grip around me loosened.

"Your hand may be promised to him, you may marry him, doesn't change the fact that I love you and-" he stopped but his grip got tighter. I thought he was nervous of his vulnerability so I said,

"And I love you, I worried about our age gap, yes you're different than my type but I love you, I can't pretend anymore, truth is I don't love Lucas " I thought he'd say something but to our horror a third voice uttered,

"It was all a joke then" Sherlock... That's why he stopped and hugged me tightly, this time I turned,

"Lucas!" He was at the door, "wha-what are you doing here?"

"I see" he said, "not a good timing, my father thought you'd love these pastries, white forests so he..."

"She hates that pastry, black forest... That's what she likes" Sherlock clarified, and he was right, "still don't know her likes and dislikes, was about to Marry her?"

"How will he?" I said before Lucas could, "he only talks, never listens or observes."

"Cheated on me" he said, "now being a big mouth".

"She never did, I.. we never did" said Sherlock, "until tonight we never thought the other loved us".

"Lucas" I went to him, whatever he is, he was my boyfriend and I too feel guilty for loving someone else pretending when it's him, "I'm sorry, I... We are sorry, we love eachother."

"He's older...alot older than you" Lucas said.

"I don't care" I replied.

"Neither do I" Sherlock said.

Lucas looked at us, fuming and with a nod he left. We stood quietly not knowing what to say until I said,

"You listened to your heart?"

"Right time, right situation, right person... Makes you listen to it... The heart" answered Sherlock that made us, both giggle.

The day Lucas and I was to get married, I did get married infact but to Sherlock. That day he didn't acted like himself, he confessed because it was hard to keep all the love he had for me in his heart. And here we are... The ones that are supposed to be. And age gap? Barely matters doesn't it? Especially when your man says on the wedding day, "look I never trusted anyone with my heart. And here... I give you the power to save it, to break it, to heal it. You can do any of these or all three for I don't care as much as you rule my heart. Even getting Hurt from you, even, is my pride."

P.s.:- I'm making a tag list! If anyone wants to be included do let me know in the comments.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock fanfic #sherlock x y/n #sherlock x reader

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thewalkingwillowtree · 1 year

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His Fierce Flower

Series Part Listing Found Here

BF2L, Slow Burn - Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Neteyam and Enyu, childhood best friends are both obliviously in love with each other. This is their story.

Important to note before reading:

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam is 23.

En'yuna or Enyu for short (pronounced as N Yunna or N U), is my own creation.

Full recognition, rights and credit is given to the owners of Avatar.

Warning: This Contains Angst and Suggestive Themes

PART 9 - Addiction

Two days had passed since she confronted Neteyam Sully.

Two days since they were no longer friends.

Two days that felt like a lifetime.

If those two days taught Enyu anything, it was that she was an addict- at least if she was remembering what she heard correctly. She first learned all about “addiction” from Spider’s human science friends years ago and suffice to say it was one of the many reasons her grandmother never liked her hanging out with the then human boy.

Enyu realized that maybe she was addicted to Neteyam Sully, purely due to the fact that she was having what seemed like “withdrawal” symptoms. Moody, irritable, miserable, just to name a few. Not to mention, she craved his presence.

When she returned to camp the night she laid crying her eyes out in the forest, she was scolded by one of the Na’vi warriors on patrol duty. She was given a warning for returning to camp way past curfew- not that she cared really, then headed straight to one of the on duty healer tents.

Enyu purposely avoided Mo’at's tent, seeking another healer to request one of their strongest sleeping tonics. She snuck into her shared tent and had slept the entirety of yesterday away.

When she woke up this morning however, she didn’t even feel well rested at all, she was also no longer numb and the memories and pain from the day before were just as fresh.

“Hey are- are you okay?”

She peered up and saw Hvatia looking at her worriedly. Hvatia, one of her roommates, was a soft spoken and anxious Na’vi. Given her nervous demeanour however she was quite a fierce warrior and it seemed she was the only other female home at the moment.

“Fine,” Enyu croaked, rubbing sleep from her eyes, then yawning widely.

“It’s just- well, you were missing for some time. Well and- and you slept for like almost eighteen hours straight I think? Maybe more? And- and you had a lot of visitors as well. Are- are you in trouble or something?” Hvatia was wringing her fingers nervously and kept glancing at the tent's exit.

“What?” Enyu asked, blinking slowly at her. She was still a bit drowsy and it was taking her some time to process the sudden conversation.

“You had some visitors but- but you were out of it completely. Lo’ak came looking for you the day before but we didn’t know where you were and then it was past curfew and you still never showed up. He came back again that night too. He stayed a long time waiting for you outside our tent. We thought something bad happened but then when we- when we woke up you were just…there. Sleeping.”

When Enyu didn't say anything to that, the skittish woman continued.

“Then Kiri and Neytiri, the chief's wife-” she said, as if it were some kind of scandal, her eyes widening, “came by yesterday morning. They shook you a few times but- but you didn’t wake up...I think they found your sleeping vile and realized they couldn't wake you. F’valii said the chief came by a few hours ago, he said to come get him when you woke up. I was just about t-”

“No!” The rambling Na’vi froze at Enyu’s shout. “I- I’m sorry. It’s just- you don’t need to get him, it's fine,” she rasped.

“But it’s the Toruk Makto, he gave us a direct order.”

“Fine!” Enyu snapped. “Then go get him. I won’t be here though.”

Getting up a bit too quickly, a dizzy spell hit her. She really needed to eat but leaving was her current priority. She quickly popped a piece of cleaning bark into her mouth and chewed on it while she grabbed her satchel, then made a beeline for the exit of the tent as she ignored a blubbering and nervous energized Hvatia.

Avoidance. Enyu didn't want to bump into any of the Sullys right now, she could only imagine what her roommates must have thought about the whole fiasco. And technically she knew it was not Hvatia's fault for wanting to go get Jake, so she made a mental note to apologize for her behaviour when she got back later that day.

Enyu made her way over to the Harvest Chief Official to make her apologies for being late and got her instructions for that day’s harvest and which group to meet with. “Oh Enyu I almost forgot. Yaćksön is official now. He decided to go through with his trial and passed his test with flying colours yesterday. Great job with the tutoring.”

Enyu’s eyes widened at the news. “That’s great! Um- wow. So, sudden. Has he been assigned to a group today?”

“Yes, today's his first day out on his own without you. He said to give you his thanks. Said you were patient and understanding the entire time. Well done.”

Thank Eywa for that!

Making her way towards the forest and feeling a minuscule amount better from the news she was just given, she tensed when she heard her name being called.

“Wait up would you! Oh Eywa you walk fast- give me a second.” Väriä was a few steps away hurrying towards her and panting heavily. She flicked her long beautiful hair back and looked at Enyu now with a grimace, obviously disgusted by what she saw.

"You look terrible."

"Wow, thanks. Good talk, bye-"

"No, wait!" Annoyance clouded face her roommate's face before she schooled it into faux pleasantry. “En’yuna.”

Enyu raised a suspicious bow at her. “Väriä.”

What's this about?

“I’m sorry about taking advantage of your time- skipping out on my work I mean, and palming it off on you. It was wrong of me and it’s not going to happen again.” Väriä spoke as if she’d practiced saying the words a few times. “Unless necessary of course,” she added flippantly.

Enyu frowned. Wait was Väriä apologizing to her?

“Well?” Väriä snapped. “Aren’t you going to say something? I just apologized to you.” She said it as if she’d given Enyu some kind of wonderful gift.

“Oh. Um, thanks I guess.” Pushing her luck a bit she asked. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you?”

Väriä eyed her for a bit before deciding to answer. “Honestly? I’m terrible at it. I hate it. So I thought why not just give it to someone who does like it and you obviously do.” She shrugged.

Not exactly what she meant. Enyu was actually wondering why she apologized in the first place.

Still baffled by the entire conversation they were having, Enyu said, “You know I don’t mind tutoring you in it a bit more, if you want-”

“Okay stop! I was just supposed to apologize, that’s it. I did it, I’m done now. You can pass the message along.” And with a flick of her hair, she was gone.

Well that wasn’t weird at all. The day had just started and already it was too eventful for Enyu’s liking.

Enyu spent the entire day out- staying in more secluded areas just in case anyone came looking for her, collecting yovo fruit. She munched on a few when she heard stomach growling loudly, reminding her to feed it.

She spent the day like a ball of emotions that was lost in thought.

When her grandmother had died, the Sully parents really stepped up for her. She stayed with them for two weeks during her time of grief. They comforted her and shared their own stories of loss. Neytiri told her about her father and Jake told her about his twin brother.

Jake had said that there were five stages of grief. Enyu tried to remember the order the stages were because that was what was happening right now- she was grieving. She figured she was currently in the denial stage or maybe depression? Probably both. She stopped a couple times to cry for a bit or cry a lot, she cursed Neteyam’s name and felt sorry for herself, before returning to her task, only to do it all over again.

She stayed out as long as possible, even after the horn called for the groups' return. That was another thing too, technically she was breaking the rules by going out on her own. Neteyam would have been furious if he only knew- but that was before. She had to remind herself that he wouldn't care now. So she could do as she pleased.

On her way back she picked a few soap berries that were usually processed to make cleansing balms and stopped by a nearby hot spring. She was filthy. Enyu washed her loincloth first and laid it on a warm stone to dry while she soaked in the spring.

Unbraiding her hair and combing her fingers through the strands she stared up at the changing sky. Night was drawing near and she really did not want to return home. With a sigh, hearing the last warning horn, she rang out the excess water from her hair, got dressed and made her way back to High Camp.

She moved quickly, delivering her harvestables and made her way to one of the looming tents. Under guise, Enyu asked to stay behind to practise on a personal piece and they left her to it. She didn’t want to bump into any Sully’s or have any visitors as Hvatia said.

In the middle of the night, tucked in bed now, Enyu was once again wide awake. She could hear the occasional screech of an ikran or the cry of a fussing baby. Her roommates were all asleep but every now and again someone would snore or toss in their bed. Meanwhile Enyu just numbly stared up at the tent’s ceiling, willing her mind to still and for sleep to come.

Very suddenly a large, warm palm slid across her mouth, muffling her scream. Her eyes grew wide with fear then instantly calmed when familiar glowing, gold eyes peered over her. Making him out in the dark clearly, she saw him press his finger to his lips then gesture to the tent flap. She frowned and fury bubbled at her chest.

Gripping his wrist she tugged his hand away from her face roughly and sat up with a whispered hiss, “No, go away!” She pushed his hand away from trying to grab her again.

“I need to talk to you. Please,” he pleaded. ‘Oh, now he wants to talk? Not a chance.’ She thought. “We don’t talk anymore, remember?”

“Flower, ple-”

“I said no! You're not even supposed to be here. Go. Away!” She hissed as angrily and quietly as she could, flicking her tail harshly at him.

The clan had a rule that male Na’vis weren't allowed to be in the female encampment after certain hours, vice versa.

She turned over in bed, putting her back to him. He apparently couldn’t take a hint because he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I know you hate me right now, believe me I hate myself even more. But I really really need you to hear me out, just this once and then you can go back to hating my guts. Please Flower. I’m begging you. We’re leaving soon and I would hate f-”

“Would you two SHUT UP!” F’valii hissed. “Some of us are trying to sleep and it seems like you obviously don’t care about that. I’m sure you know well that you aren't allowed in our tent after hours. And guess what? It’s after hours! You being the Chief's son doesn't make you an exception to the rule. So take your stupid lover’s spat outside right now or I’ll report you both!”

Not wanting to piss F’valii off anymore, knowing fully well that she would actually report them and fed up with the pestering male next to her, Enyu immediately got up and walked out of the tent. He followed her quickly and tried to take her hand but she snatched it back as if his touch burned her. His ears lowered with guilt.

Without a word or glance his way she turned and made her way through the quiet camp, toward the same alcove Jake had caught them at last time. He followed her like a scolded child, his ears, head and tail dropped low.

Within the privacy of the alcove now, she turned to face him, folding her arms across her chest.

Eyes roaming, they took in each other fully for the first time in days. He looked even worse than the last time she saw him.

He looked extremely pale and seemed as if he would collapse if she shoved him even a little. There was no life in his usually expressive eyes, they were red as if he’d been crying for days and the bags under his eyes were darker. Thankfully all his cuts and bruises from before seemed to have healed fine. Kiri must have used yalnabark on him. He did however have a fresh new split lip, as if he’d been punched.

He took in his fill of her just as openly and from the expressions that flashed across his face she knew she probably looked just as bad- maybe even worse. Her hair was dry but still loose from her bath earlier- she hadn’t bothered to braid it. She hadn’t been eating- and let’s just not even mention the sleeping issue.

She felt naked under his attention and glanced away not wanting to see his eyes any more. “You have two minutes to say your piece and then I’m gone.” She bit her lip trying to keep her emotions in check, she refused to let him see her break again.

Tears instantly welled up in his eyes and he pulled at his hair in frustration. “I don’t even know where to start,” he said, choking on his words.

Swallowing a sob he looked at her and clutched his chest. “I hurt you. And I don’t know how to fix it. I’m never going to be able to forgive myself for what I’ve done. What I’ve put us through- put you through! It hurts so bad. Right here and it makes me ache everywhere. You, being gone, it’s killing me Flower.”

Enyu’s ears rang at his words, she felt ice cold and goose pimples broke out all over her body at his chilling words- because that’s how she felt too.

“When you asked me what was wrong, I just want you to know right now, it was never you. You were never the problem, you did nothing wrong. Nothing!” His hands clutch at the back of his neck, his tell that he was guilty or nervous or both.

“Something terrible happened and- and then I’d gotten some news that made everything worse and I didn't take it well and instead of trying to process it or find a way to fix it, or- or even tell you about it, I- I just bottled it up. I got scared and I pushed you away and took my anger out on you. I hurt you. I hurt you because- because I knew- what was going to happen in the end. And I’m so sorry if they just sound like excuses but I promise they’re not.” He shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

She remained silent and bit the inside of her cheek. She didn't know what all of that meant but seeing him so distraught- it was hurting her. Norm, Jake’s scientist friend, had once told her jokingly that Neteyam was her “kryptonite”. This moment right here was showing her how right he was. Neteyam was her weakness. His pain, his anguish, it hurt her. And she ached to fix it.

“If I could take back everything I said I would. You have to believe me. I was cruel and I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness but please. Please!” He was fully crying now, and it broke her heart just a little bit more. He walked closer to her begging now, bending on his knees, looking up at her. “Tell me what to say to make it all better. Tell me how to fix us. Tell me how to get you back. Tell me what to say to make you love me again,” he pleaded, sounding desperate.

She let out a shaky breath. “I swear to Eywa I will do everything, anything you ask of me for as long as I have life left in me but please please please forgive me En’yuna, please,” he pressed his face into her stomach, forehead crushing into the space between her breasts as he squeezed the sides of her thighs, sobbing fully. “Please please please.”

Her own tears were falling freely now. She gripped his shoulders in an effort to push him away but he didn’t budge. “Neteyam let go,” she said softly, her voice cracking.

“No! No no no. Enyu please. I’ll die if I do. If I let you go right now, I know that I will die. Please don’t leave me, please don’t go. Just love me again. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Flower.” He cried and groaned as if he were in pain, clutching her closer, refusing to create any space between them. “Oh Eywa, please don’t take her away from me!”

Her resolve broke, she wasn’t strong enough. She didn’t want to be. Mustering as much strength as she could she pushed his shoulders back slightly and he whimpered, thinking she was leaving him. She sank to her own knees and cupped his anguished face between her palms and pressed their foreheads together. She wrapped an arm around his neck to bring him closer and whispered, “I fear that I might die too.”

His shoulders sagged in relief at her actions, his legs gave out and he crumpled to the grass beneath them. Neteyam tugged her onto his lap needing her close and her legs straddled him and gripped his waist tightly. He tethered his fingers in her hair, holding her firmly as he pressed his face into hers, almost as if he wanted to crawl inside her skin. Enyu hugged him just as tight, winding her both arms around his neck now, feeling his tears roll down her neck.

They stayed wrapped up in each other's arms for a long time, just holding each other and weeping.

A ray of sunlight roused Enyu from sleep. Squinting at the offending light she tried to turn away but realized a heavy weight was preventing her from moving.

Memories from last night flooded her mind as she noticed the hand anchoring her body. They were laid out on their left sides, on the patch of soft grass.

His chest was plastered to her back as her head laid on his outstretched left arm. With their legs tangled together- his leg trapped between hers, his right palm was tucked under left breast, spanning her ribs, thumb stroking her skin softly. She could feel him everywhere and she blushed at their extremely intimate position.

As if sensing she was awake she felt him lean in to nuzzle her neck, his nose tracing the expanse lovingly. “Hey, did you sleep well?” His voice sounded rough, and sent a tingle down her spine.

She couldn’t help but smile at his affection. Oh goodness was she really that touch starved?

Tilting her head back to eye him she nodded and stretched as much as he’d allow her. “Sooo well, even if it was only a couple hours. I haven’t slept that well in- I can’t even remember,” she said giggling a little.

“Me neither,” he said, smoothing his palm down her stomach. She shivered. He tugged her to face him fully now. Keeping her close by slipping his leg back between hers and tugging her thigh onto his hip, his tail wrapped securely around her ankle to keep her in place and he pressed a small kiss to her shoulder- the same one Väriä had knocked the other day. It was an apology she realized.

Enyu was basking in all the attention honestly and she gripped his back when he pecked her shoulder one last time. Neteyam pulled back his head to kiss the tip of her nose now. Hand holding the back of her neck still, he then kissed her cheek, chin, jaw, under her ear. He kissed his way down her neck, small pecks really but at a certain spot on her neck he nipped it lightly, his tongue darting out quickly to soothe the sting.

Her eyes rolled in bliss, biting her lip as she sighed against his ministrations. She knew this type of touch was different. It was new. Exciting. She should really be questioning it but she didn’t want to. Enyu was drunk off his touch- not having it for days, so what if she was a little greedy right now. She was right though. She was an addict. So with a little breathy moan, she titled back, allowing him more access as she encouraged his affections.

The spot that connected her neck and jaw was especially sensitive- which he found out very quickly and couldn’t help sucking it lightly, groaning appreciatively when he heard her gasp. Her fingernails dug into his back muscles as his palm moved down the curve of her spine, across her hip and back up along her waist, spanning her ribs, thumb stroking just under the curve of her breast. Her hips jerked once against his touch but Neteyam was quick to hold her hip still- she couldn’t help but be a little bit embarrassed at her body’s reaction, she felt feverish with want and a bit damp between her legs.

Enyu heard him wince slightly when he had sucked a little harder on her skin, so she tugged on the braids at the back of his head to halt him and bring his face back in front of her. She shivered under his hungry gaze.

“What happened here?” She asked, smoothing her thumb over the cut on his lip. He licked his lips unconsciously and it grazed against her thumb, she bit her lip at the contact.

“Lo’ak,” he said, taking her hand to kiss her palm instead. “Beating some sense into me.”

He looked sadly at her and tucked an offending fly away hair behind her ear. She felt a little emotional all of a sudden, here she was in his arms, feeling so safe and so loved that she’d forgotten about their fight- too consumed and caught up in the moment.

As if reading her mind and worried that she was about to flee, he pulled her closer- as if that were even possible and tilted her chin so she’d look at him.

“I know we have a long way to go and I have a lot of explaining to do...but...are we okay, for now?” He asked, staring straight into her soul.

Rubbing a finger over one of his dark circles, she nodded. “We do, still have a lot to talk about, we didn’t really talk at all last night…but yes, we’re okay for now.”

Neteyam looked like he wanted to cry all over again but this time from relief. He closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against hers and whispered, “I missed you Flower.”

“I missed you more 'Tey.” She said, stroking his back softly.

“Not possible,” he chuckled.

He gripped her thigh and rolled onto his back, dragging her with him and drapped her over his chest. “What do you say we stay here and nap all day? Blow off our jobs just for today, hmm?”

“I think we would have a riot on our hands. They’ll come looking and then we'll be in big trouble,” she teased seriously, looking at him with her chin resting on his peck. “But I think I’m willing to risk it. Napping allll day sounds, wonderful.”

Their plans were ruined however when her stomach rumbled loudly. They couldn't help but burst out laughing. Well now she was just embarrassed.

Turning them so that she was on her back now and he was settled between her thighs, he shuffled down lower and pressed a kiss to her growling stomach. “I think we need to have a change of plans,” he laughed, “We must feed you first Flower.”

Enyu groaned in embarrassment, hiding her face behind her hands, still chuckling at the absurdity but then suddenly remembering all the times he’d nag her about eating. Gosh she’d missed this.

She looked down at the Na’vi before her, seeing his smile, hearing his laughter, feeling his touch. Tears misted her eyes and she sat up to take him in a bit better, he looked very comfortable laying between her legs- as if it were his favourite place to be. Enyu blushed and then without thinking she blurted a confession, “I think I’m addicted to you.”

His eyes widened up at her in the most adorable way, mouth agape and then he smiled at her, that smile that he always saved just for her and no one else. Her smile. Neteyam kissed her knee, entwined their fingers and said, “I think I’m addicted to you too.”

All is well again! Well almost anyway. Tey has a lot of explaining to do in the next part.

I hope you guys feel at least a bit better now after the last part seemed to wreck some of you. Sorry again lovelies!

I'm sorry if there were any errors.

Please reblog, like and let me know if you enjoyed it in the comments :)

Take care for now.

@love13tter @behindthearcane @gyuventure @jackiehollanderr @melsunshine @goddesslilithmoriarty @kachowness

#neteyam #neteyam x oc #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x omaticaya!reader

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Do you have top 10 or top 7 favorite (fictional) characters (if you feel like listing multiple) of all time from any media?

That is actually a very tricky question, dear Anon. For you see the list if my favourite characters is CONSTANTLY changing. Similar to my list of my favourite songs haha. So I cannot give you a set "All time Favourite” list but I can offer you a "List of Characters Tyriq enjoys at this very moment on the 18th of March 2024”

1) Nero Claudius from Fate/Extra, Fate/Last Encore, Fate/Extella and Fate/Grand Order

The second I had first heard this woman say "umu” that was it for me. I knew I’d be obsessed with her for the rest of my days. She is adorable, she is loyal, she is THAT GIRL, a queen, an emperess, a goddess, and just seeing her instantly makes my brain pump out serotonin. Who even needs anti depressants when you can have Nero.

2) Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede

Babygirl. Princess. Loserboy. Golden Retriever Puppy. Beloved Wife. He’s adorable, pathetic, a wonderfully tragic yet optimistic character. He’s my beautiful little princess and I lay my life down before him.

3)Yoimiya from Genshin Impact

Her absolute happy go lucky attitude and sweet personality is like liquid gold shot straight into my arteries. I had fallen in love with this woman the very second I had laid eyes on her. Also she has been my main for two years at this point she’s genuinly just that fun to play.

4) Kaveh from Genshin Impact

The suffering artist trope CRANKED UP TO ELEVEN! Again like Vash this man is equally tragic as he is kindhearted and despite having been scammed out of his money multiple times he still cannot help but sacrifice his own well being if it would result in someone else’s happiness. Also before you ask: Yes, I do ship him and Alhaitham

5) Ichiban Kasuga from Yakuza

What else can I say about Ichiban other than he’s almost stupidly optimistic and no matter how hard of a curveball life throws at him, he ALWAYS keeps the attitude of "once you hit rock bottom the only way is up.”, always trying to both see and bring out the best in people. Also he’s a massive Dragon Quest fan so obviously I’d end up obsessing over this beautiful specimen of a man who at the age of 42 still is not 100% sure where women pee from.

6) Erik from Dragon Quest XI

Honestly I could have EASILY put the entire main cast of Dragon Quest XI on this list because the characters of that game are simply that likeable and well written, but if I had to choose one, it would have to be your very first party member and the hero’s best friend and totally platonic roommate Erik. This man’s sassy attitude yet undying loyalty and devotion towards the hero is so strong not even the apocalypse itself could tear the hero and Erik apart for long.

7) Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5

I think at this point y’all are starting to see a pattern in my favourite characters: Ryuji is loyal like a golden retriever puppy, absolutely adorable and sweet with a severe lack of Braincells.

8) Silver the Hedgehog from the Sonic the Hedgehog Franchise

Silver has literally been my favourite Sonic character since Childhood. His whole stick is that he’s unbeatable optimistic. Despite becoming from an apocalyptic future where everything is covered in flames, he never stops believing that things can become better if you try. His naivety however leads to characters like Mephilis abusing his optimism for their own agenda. But none of that stops Silver from

being one of my greatest comfort characters.

9) William James Moriarty from Moriarty the Patriot

✨Be Gay. Do Crime✨

✨Communism✨

✨Clinical Depression✨

All these things and more describe William James Moriarty and he’s so valid for it.

10) The Professor from Puppet History

He’s just a little guy. He’s a little guy and it’s his birthday

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pastryland · 8 months

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maxiel completed fic recommendations

If any of the authors of the fics mentioned here or are tagged and don't want their fics to be here, please let me know and I'll remove it!

Will update this list periodically

❤️ = favorite

⭐️ = I love fics by this author in general

❌ = triggering themes

🔥 = explicit

Wish on an eyelash - 31k - ❤️ ⭐️ ❌ 🔥

Max never believed in God, he always liked to think that he’s the one in charge of his own life, the only one making the decisions but right now, if there’s a God like people say, he might not be very fond of him. He did go to see a prostitute while being married but he’s pretty sure his dad did worse and never found himself in such a situation. Or Max Verstappen has it all, a job, a wife, a kid and a perfect house but when he has to be on his own for a week, he can't help to feel like something is missing.

three rounds and a sound - 42k - ⭐️ 🔥

The thing about LA is that it’s fucking weird.

Montreal Bounds - 24k - ⭐️ 🔥

"Hey, My roommate is leaving which leaves an empty room in my apartment in the Mile-End. The room is pretty big and bright. There’s one bathroom, an oven, washer and dryer. I’m an editor and work from home most of the time. I’m a 32 year-old Australian and that’s about it. If you’re fun and think you can be better than my previous roommate, hit me up!" Daniel knew he should’ve written a more specific ad. He should’ve directly said that he was looking for someone like him, older, with tattoos that like to smoke weed and fuck men. Maybe if he didn’t listen to Michael he wouldn’t be standing in front of this awkward blond kid. Fuck. “Well come on in I guess”

chemical highs and clear blue skies - 43k - ❌ 🔥

“Did he offer you enough,” Daniel says. Max looks over at him, sharp and surprised. “For whatever it is you need,” Daniel says. “Your car payment this month. First and last, for rent.” He thinks about the kid’s odd accent, the slight awkwardness to his words. “A plane ticket home.” Max shrugs. He kicks at the white t-shirt that’s on the ground near his foot.

#fic rec #fic rec list #maxiel #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen

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shipskicksandgiggles · 8 months

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dialogue prompts

so for those unaware of how my life tends to go, I end up in a lot of situations where I end up saying something weird or people say weird things to me, and I like adapting those things into prompt lists. send whatever ship/character/what have you with a number and we’ll see how this goes

“Did I go too far?” “Did you go too far? I called my husband a cartoon lesbian!”

“You’re throwing candy at him and he doesn’t even have his tits out.” “That’s how he gets a peanut butter cup.”

“Conservative radio? That has to be Rush Limbaugh.” “Fuck Rush Limbaugh!”

“I’m a massive fucking atheist, but it brings me so much joy to picture Nancy Reagan in hell.”

“You’re so small, it’s like your body can’t contain your excitement. It’s really funny to watch actually.”

“Do not use the word ‘curate’ in relation to 80s heavy metal. You picked it. ‘Curate’, fuck off.”

“I think the neighbors got evicted.” “No, really? It’s about time.”

“You’re like the guy, what’s his name, can’t talk to girls?” “I’d be mad if you weren’t totally right.”

“When you were little I thought you might have been autistic.” “When I was little?”

“You have been gone for six hours-” “Hello child.” “Hi dad- more than six hours actually-”

“I almost took the wrong exit and ended up in Canada, so that’s my day.”

“Who has childproof locks on their car doors?” “What?” “I don’t know, I got stuck in the backseat of a car because of childproofing that shouldn’t exist.”

“I feel like your boyfriend can’t cook.” “Why would you think that?” “Because you cook for him sometimes.” “Why would that mean he can’t though?”

“I think my grandpa tried to set me up with his pastor’s son. Stop laughing, this is serious.”

“Why did she hate you?” “No idea, at that point I was just trying to survive middle school.”

“Well, I mean, the waitress was flirting with you.” “The waitress was what now?”

“What kind of cosmic fuck up did you make to result in this kind of karma?” “I don’t know. I’m so tired.”

“What are you, a dog? Stop chewing on that, you absolute child.”

“You’re just boobing all over the place.” “Boobing.”

“Wait, hold on, let me guess. May of whatever year we were in seventh grade in Detroit.” “Yeah actually, what the fuck? That’s so specific, how did you do that?”

“I like that you call information about yourself lore… Wait, did you just say you got hit by a car?” “I love the order you processed that in.”

“Who had them pegged as the bitch with the biggest tits in this apartment? Not me, that’s for sure.”

“Come here, I need you to bless the vodka bottle.” “I don’t believe in Jesus.” “You don’t need to, just come bless the bottle.”

“I’m stealing his daughter and if he’s still being a homophobe I’ll steal his wife too.”

“I broke up with my boyfriend and my therapist fucking cheered.” “I don’t disagree with her.”

“You would suck dick for a crab rangoon.” “Oh for sure.”

“Someone just handed me condoms in a way that seemed like he thought I had the hardware to be able to use them, however I like that I pass as someone who does, so I’ll take it.”

“So you’re like, an expert on the Titanic, right?” “Is this about the submarine?” “Maybe.” “Great, buckle in, you’ve come to the right person.”

“Do you want me to explain bottom surgery to you? Because I think you’re going to get grossed out.” “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” (dear reader, she was, in fact, grossed out)

“You have main character things happen to you while having the attitude of a quirky side character, and I love it.”

“Is that a lemon?” “It’s a cat, but I see where you’re coming from.”

“During pride month? This is homophobia.” “That was loud.” “Good, I hope the homophobe heard.”

“He was like, ‘is your roommate hot?’ and I was like ‘what, yeah, why?’ like who asks that?” “You think I’m hot?”

“So I have a proposition.” “No.” “You don’t even know what it is.” “Yes I do. That one asshole is hitting you up for a booty call. Don’t.” “Bitch.”

“Where are your wisdom teeth?” “Probably in a medical waste container somewhere if they’re still on this plane of existence.”

“I thought he was kidding!” “Who would joke about a turtle?”

“Hey, can someone drive me to the Urgent Care?” “Like now?” “If you’re not busy.”

“Listen. I avoided admitting myself to a hospital for any reason for almost 17 years. Don’t yell at me for not knowing that wasn’t an Urgent Care problem.”

“Whose Rabbi came to the soccer game?”

“Are you fucking colorblind? That’s purple.”

“I got hit on at the grocery store.” “Was he cute?” “He looked greasy.”

“How do you not know who David Bowie is?” “That is the loudest I’ve ever heard you, holy fuck.”

“When I get wine drunk, I get horny.” “We could have a threesome.” “There’s four people here.” “Oh. Foursome then.”

“Hey can I give you a dollar for one of those beanie babies? I need to butcher it for a cat toy.” “Sure?”

“Sit, we need to talk to you about something.” “Remember when you got high a couple weeks ago and had a gender crisis?”

“Are you going to stab me?” “What? Oh, butter knife, sorry.”

“You know when men have that little swoop of hair? The queef?” “Oh my god I’m crying, you mean a quiff.”

“There is a very large bug on my flowers and I don’t want to touch it.” “That’s my cicada, he’s already dead.”

“Dude, I’ve lived with you for like three months, you’re so obviously a switch.”

“Sometimes you say things and I do not question you because they are the most on brand things you could possibly say. Like sure, I’ll buy that you listen to punk music and have a high pain tolerance. That seems right.”

#ellis writes #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #send prompts #these are some fun ones #also if anyone wants to send a good omens prompt 👀

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pastel-rights · 6 months

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I think you could describe them even MORE out of context. A mega contextless list if you will.

aNON??? I... guess you will get your mega list after all! Don't go too crazy trying to figure out what goes to what muse!!

-- sir I know they say to dress your best but this REALLY is not the occasion to be doing this. sir you're going to hell not to prom. SIR!!

-- my favorite little mochi cameraman :] he's very friend-shaped, a little quiet but a good lad a respectable fellow.

-- l-l-lucky number four!! now get in the car, loser. We got seeds to buy from the store.

-- i roasted you so hard you got thanos snapped out of existence. also I think I also gaslit you once too.

...

oh my GOD YOU'RE FOURTH ON THE LIST AND YOU GOT LUCKY NUMBER FOUR'D. SUCK IT BITCH /j

-- is the neutron the powerhouse of the cell. are you the powerhouse of MY cell? dramatic gasp.

-- colors have voices. Orange sounds like a friend? enemy? Green sounds like people you hate. Purple sounds like your friend and your "friend's" roommate. white sounds like birds. pink sounds both like love and whores, supposedly.

you also have a talent for shocking people with no reason and never shutting the fuck up even if you REALLY need to.

Also please never take mushrooms ever again.

also the warehouse. shudders.

-- please stop biting the patroller. this isn't a funny bit this is a genuine cry for help /j

-- stop riZZING UP DEMONBANE but please do keep decking Plutone.

-- you romanticize the wrong sibling, sister. get a GRIP. i love you though. keep slaying, girlquestion.

-- the police but actually likeable. also she explodes you with sweets..

-- miss i know you're sad about your divorce but im TRYING to decode here miss miss PLEASE.

-- omg is that the mcdonalds employee is that the mcgirlfailure. you forgot my mcflurry I'm in AGONY.

-- fruity ass. fruitcake. friend of the lesbians, exploder of the homophobes. ily.

-- sir i know you're haunted by your boss's closet and the food she wants you to cook and the horrors but there's no reason to be THIS dramatic. DAMN.

-- if you disappear to the Bahamas one more time I'm gonna flop over and CRY.

-- punishment this sinner that why don't you stop bitchin' and get some bitches instead. god you're pathetic. /ref

-- you need therapy. and to stay away from the flames the do NOT speak to us they do NOT call our names.

-- sweet tooth with a side of murdering you murdering you mur-

-- you're one of two muses who are normal. congrats, have a cookie!

-- i'm sorry for cussing i'm SORRY i will find an alternative I sincerely aPOLOGIZE PLEASE DON'T YELL AT ME????? also I like penguins too can we be friends. i can ignore the fact you're haunted by the horrors.

-- the first person to ever rizz me before. under the sea rizz /j

-- i love you. you're the light of my life. i only want the best for you. [ throws the fauti at you like a homing missile ]

-- the marriage certifcate is fake and we both know it but at this point I'm too baffled by it's existence to really care. also stop surprise adopting kids that's just called kidnapping.

-- you went from fake marriage to a real marriage and i don't know if i respect that or hate that. it's been months and I still cannot decide. at least, the cake tasting arc was cute!! also give mE BACK MY MUSE'S COAT DAMNIT.

-- how did you murder your wife you are a WEAK bitch. possessed by demons. weak ASS.

-- alcoholic but glowstick

-- stop calling me babygirl i'm neither baby nor a girl.

-- how do you have a husband? no like genuinely i'm SO baffled. /lh

-- father in law.

-- cosmic eldritch horror but the real horrors is the fucking key you keep showing me. please let me go I just want to see my husband and daughter.

what do you MEAN he is my husband WHAT.

-- your letters have ruined my life.

-- my VERY real father. of course I get excited whenever i see you around you're very cool and I miss you :(

-- you got hit by the tram once while breakdancing and I'll never forget about that /pos /lh

-- please i just want the divorce papers... what do you mean, I don't NEED a marriage counselor OR a priest. also you threw your friend not once but twice and you're so real for that.

-- the TRUE toxic yuri. also you multiplied and became french which is funny.

-- too many rules to remember. also you're short and I want to rattle you.

-- twitter but cooler!

-- you canonically give spirits bad vibes which is fucking HILARIOUS.

-- i'm noT A FUCKING CAT UNHAND MEE YOU SLIMY WHELP. OUGHHHH also NO I will NOT take a break. >:(

-- the vibes are a WILD way to judge someone but it's even MORE wild the vibes are usually right.

-- the way you just grabbed him was so funny. weak as hell but you had the spirit!!!

-- not a muse i see often but there's like 3 of you floating around and THAT is a funny ass fact.

-- "this is my safety gun." "well can you put it away?" "but my safety gun :("

-- you can't do math yet somehow you made a plan to overthrow your brother and become a god practically and I don't know if I'm impressed or just saddened by that thought.

-- please leave my eyes alone.

-- the manager of the costco! i wonder if he ever got out...

... or unpossessed.

-- no running in the halls!!! /ref

-- bakery owner who i would forfeit all mortal possesions to <333

-- girlboss and her 203948043 vessels

-- peepaw i don't like guns. or fake yous.

-- how's your father's divorce going? do you need a hug. /lh

-- vida la revolution!!!

-- how did you get into my house and why are you talking about fireworks and poetry i just want to disassociate about my brother's traumatic death and disconnect from the world around me, i didn't ASK for an impromptu therapy session.

-- orphan.

-- uno card eater AND number one on the debt list. also your demons. that's fucked up.

#( this took forever i'm in tears /lh )

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In 1980, James Carson split up with his wife after she became worried about his bizarre behaviour. James then began a relationship with a woman called Suzan. The two got married and became heavily involved in drugs.

In March of 1981, the couple attacked their roommate, 22-year-old Keryn Barnes. They beat her with with a frying pan and then stabbed her to death. Following the murder, they arranged a press conference to confess. They also confessed to two other murders: Clark Stephens and Jon Charles Hellyar.

While incarcerated, they claimed to be “pacifists and vegetarian yoga practitioners” and explained they were on a mission to kill people that they believed to be “witches.” Because of this, they earned the moniker the “San Francisco Witch Killers.” They were suspected of nearly a dozen other unsolved murders throughout the U.S. and also Europe. They reportedly had a “hit list” which included Johnny Carson and Ronald Reagan.

They were sentenced to 75 years to life for three murders.

#True Crime #Serial Killer

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meetinginsamarra · 1 year

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My Fave Sherlock BBC tropes - teen/unilock

Around mid-month I’ll do a fic rec list with my fave AU genres or tropes. Summaries are taken from OP on AO3.

“Roommates are for little people” by alexxphoenix42 @alexxphoenix42

John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

“Saving Sherlock Holmes” by earlgreytea68 @earlgreytea68

Sherlock Holmes, schoolboy. Yeah, that basically sums it up.

“A flawed design” by thewriterofperfectdisasters

After two months in rehab, Sherlock comes back to school to find he has a roommate. Sherlock has never had a roommate, nor has he wished for one. This will either go badly or... Well. Badly. At least for someone.

“Can’t Rewind-Verse” (10 fics) by Basser

Stories related to my overarching headcanon concerning Sherlock's past and the origin of his history with drug abuse.

“And all we need of hell” by 4getwhatisaid

Typical high school Teenlock fic where John is a BAMF and Sherlock is an alluring, intriguing, mysterious character with a haunted past. The more John tries to get close to Sherlock, however, the more Sherlock's past prevents him from letting John in. Still, John is patient and tries to help Sherlock work through it.

“It yet remains to see” by 4getwhatisaid (part two to the one above)

Teenage Sherlock and John deal with the aftermath of their encounter with Moriarty, but more troubles arise when Sherlock becomes involved in the villain's court case.

“Not as lonely as you think you are” by SailorChibi

Being a teacher wasn't exactly what John had in mind when he was sent home after being shot. Falling in love with a student who has a difficult and possibly abusive home life wasn't even supposed to be a part of it, and yet here he is.

“The Burning Life” by Morwen_Maranwe

After being shot and invalided from the Army, John is living a despondent life with a wife who has no respect and no love for him any longer, yet he is desperate to make their marriage work. In a last ditch effort to save their marriage, he moves them out of London and to some small, nameless town where his good friend, Mike Stamford, has been able to get him a job as a teacher at a secondary school. There he meets a teenage boy who he has an undeniable connection to, and who has the ability to make his life seem less meaningless. Though he knows that it’s wrong, John just can’t stop the relationship he is developing with Sherlock from growing. It slowly begins to spiral out of control, consuming his entire life like a wild fire and changing him in ways he didn’t think were possible anymore.

“Autumn Rain” by MooshSmoosh @mooshsmoosh

John has to move to a boarding school in London when a big tragedy hits his family hard. the last few years have been hard and John expects this one to be the same. After some time he gets a new, slightly peculiar roommate who goes by the name, Sherlock Holmes. Things start to change rapidly and strange things happens at their school. How will it all end?

“Nine and a Half Weeks” by cumbercurlygirl/Kameo (Brainygiirl) @cumbercurlygirl

Sherlock Holmes is about to graduate from high school in midwestern America. Despite his intelligence, his prospects are bleak due to poverty, an indifferent, alcoholic father and poor choices. One day, at work, he sells a riding crop to a handsome blonde Brit and his life is changed. He doesn't know what hit him - until he does.

This is a story of a journey to love and self-acceptance and explores many themes along the way: drug abuse, grief, coming out, age difference, consent. Lots of sex but so much more.

“Caffeine and Courage-series” (4 fics) by StarlightAndFireflies

(summary from part one only) John is pulling his fourth all-nighter of the past fortnight. At around two in the morning, he receives an unexpected visitor, who walks in uninvited with an unusual demand of him..."I need all your coffee." "Pardon...?" "I'm out of coffee. I need yours." Little does John know this is just the beginning.

AU in which Sherlock lives in the flat above John during university, and the two form an unexpected bond over everyone's favorite wake-up beverage.

“Feel the Tide” by positivelymeteoric

Things John Watson doesn't expect to do when he transfers to a new school: A) Befriend his (possibly) mad roommate. B) Investigate a particularly nasty streak of murders with his (most likely) mad roommate. C) Fall slightly (or not so slightly) in love with his (definitely) mad roommate. D) All of the above.

“Imaginary pictures” by crossroads

There's a new boy in class and everybody likes him. Not that Sherlock would care, as long as 'John' leaves him alone...

“Starry Eyed” by twistedthicket1 (orphan_account)

Whe sixteen year old John Watson escapes from his poor and abusive home and manages to get into a private school, he can't believe his luck. However, the other students in this school aren't your average kind. When he runs into a bad-boy Sherlock who's known to be unpredictable as he is passionate about everything he does, sparks fly. However, Sherlock's never actually shown interest in anyone before, and his goof-off attitude hides a genuine brilliance about him. There's no denying that both of them spending a semester together will get a result. The question is, will it be good or bad for the two of them?

“Coup der Foudre” by prettysailorsoildier @prettysherlocksoldier

When John and his friends decide to blow off some steam after finals with a holiday to the Swiss Alps, he's expecting a week of roaring fires, hot chocolate, and snow as far as the eye can see. He is not expecting to fall head over heels for a fellow guest--a young Frenchman known only as "Blue Scarf"--but John's not one to let a little language barrier get in the way, and, with the help of Google Translate, it might just be a Christmas to remember after all.

“See you in class” by BakerTumblings

John Watson has agreed to teach a section of advanced biology. I'm fairly certain he is not expecting to find a rather challenging student in his class.

#my fanfic res #teen/unilock #my fave teen/unilock fics

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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Star Wars AU Masterlist: Modern, Historic, Crossovers, and Otherwise Not Canonverse

(Excluding those found in the Ships list or meme fills)

Main Masterlist

So, it turns out tumblr has a Maximum number of links you can have on one post… and I hit that limit. Several times. So… multiple masterlists.

Organized as:

Modern (Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, TCW Trio, Lineage Members, Other)

History, fantasy, and non-standard modern AUs

Crossovers (Animated, Live Action SciFantasy, Live Action Realism, Books)

Crossover: Girl Genius

Crossover: Marvel

Crossover: Naruto

Modern AUs

Anidala: See Ships list

Mostly Ahsoka

* Modern AU Ahsoka forcibly adopts herself into the CodyWan household after falling into a mall fountain

Modern AU: Baby ‘Soka Bedazzles Boots

Ahsoka with henna

Ahsoka works at a raptor recovery center (Morai and Maul are both raptors there)

Ahsoka and Bo-Katan are college roommates

Wrestling AU

Mostly Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan gets an inheritance from his estranged, recently-dead grandfather

Obi-Wan and the “you gotta get married to inherit” plot

* Obi-Wan is a Parasitologist (2) - Additional: Anakin’s a Snake Guy

* Cody’s in Urban Development

Keep the CodyWan age difference, ye cowards, plus Obi-Wan as Cody’s Sugar Daddy

Codywan “My Soulmate is a Celebrity”

Optimal Codywan Dynamic

Not Just a RomCom: CodyWan AU that starts off romcom, but turns into an AU based on The Fire Within

Modern ObiMaul

* Stepsiblings! (Bant and Obi-Wan)

The Name Game

TCW Trio

Catburglar AU

Paranormal Home Inspector

Anakin introduces his little sister

Obi-Wan accidentally gets custody of a baby exchange student

Disaster Lineage Met Gala 2021 AU (Obi-Wan in Jean Robes by @masteryaddleisagilf)

Beekeeper AU

Other Lineage Members

Dooku and Ventress

Weird-ass marriage of convenience

Quintress “fall in love with the emergency worker who saved you”

Yoda breaks out of nursing homes

Modern Xanatos

Qui-Gon marries Mace Windu, who is now Anakin and Obi-Wan’s stepdad (and Depa is now their stepsister)

Qui-Gon is an office lunch thief

Other

Modern TBB Omega

Modern AU clones need to still have a Kind Of Weird childhood

Han Solo does stand-up comedy about his wife’s scary dads

Jewish Leia and lapsed Catholic Han

Three ST AUs: 1. Queer Eye helping Single Dad Luke, 2. Ben Solo/Poe Dameron HS AU, 3. The same, but College

Barriss has a crush on Anakin, set to the Victorious song “Best Friend’s Brother”

Artoo and Threepio are parrots

Maul’s prostheses: Gazelle from Kingsman, Elbow Crutches

HISTORY/FANTASY/NON-STANDARD MODERN AUS

Regency AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Barmaid Ahsoka in a Generic Fantasy AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Not Quite a Man of God (demon-summoning AU) - Instructions Unclear

All the Jedi are Cats - Rex and Kitty!Soka

White dad in a horror movie

Suddenly Modern AU

Qui-Gon the Faustian Castle (and Obi-Wan, his caretaker)

Gothic Americana Disaster Lineage

Maulsoka arranged marriage history AU

Earth’s Fossil Record - Legends canon - Chocolate

Crossovers

Animated

* Voltron/Star Wars: Obi-Wan/Coran

PMMM AU

Miraculous fusion fic - mostly just a “which Kwami” thing

Vader vs. Kira: Fight!

Ouran AU

Live-action science fiction/fantasy

TCW/The Nevers

Good Omens AU, but like... not good

The Good Space - AU where Anakin watches in-universe The Good Place

TGP fusion fic - all you need to know is that Hondo is Jason, R2 is Bad Janet, and Fox is Matt (the accountant who handles weird new sex things)

Doctor Who AU: disaster lineage is all one series of regenerations

Sense8 AU (Anakin, Riyo, a Naboo handmaiden, Ferus, Barriss || Dooku, Sifo-Dyas, Jocasta || Obi-Wan, Satine, Hondo)- Grogu??

The Santa Clause AU

Anidala but they’re Lazslo and Nadja from WWDitS

Disney’s Atlantis

Live-action ‘realistic’

Miss Congeniality AU (Quintress)

Bridgerton Crossover - Aliens on the Ton - Technically this is about the other Regency AU but meh

Midsomer Murders AU 1 - Anakin Kills Palpatine, and SW characters investigate

Midsomer Murders AU 2 - Anakin Kills Palpatine, and the canon Midsomer characters (in this case Barnaby and Troy) investigate

Midsomer Murders (disembodied dialogue about Ahsoka)

Project Runway AU

Qui-Gon is a nightmare of a guest judge

TCW Leverage AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Say Yes to the Dress

Books

Anakin & Obi-Wan in HP & the Prisoner of Azkaban

Post-O66 main cast dropped into HP & the Order of the Phoenix - This AU is in the Wider AUs Masterlist

Children of the Lamp AU

Obi-Wan + Newsies

Twilight & the Disaster Lineage

Dracula AU: ft. Lucy!Obi-Wan, Reverse!JonMina!Anidala, and Doctor!Quinlan

Jedi with Daemons

GIRL GENIUS

Anevka Meets Darth Vader (GG/SW crossover)

Anevka/Bo-Katan

Obi-Wan/Vanamonde von Mekkhan

Jedi!Tarvek AU

Stewjon is GG Earth (chrono), AKA the one where Obi-Wan is genetically predisposed to being a mad scientist - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Feemor is a Heterodyne

MARVEL

Jedi end up on the Helicarrier, awkwardness abounds because of Samuel L Jackson and Natalie Portman existing in both

Matt and Clint (Not quite a crossover, but clone OCs based on Daredevil and Hawkeye)

Peter Parker’s LEGO Palpatine

Ant-Man and the Star Wars Universe

NARUTO

Ninjas help out the clone wars

Obito bothers Darth Vader

Mandalore and Ninja Planet philosophy comparison (featuring at least one instance of me not understanding a SW thing)

Karin vs Anakin’s half-Force genome - Meet the twins

Bounty Hunter TenTen

TenTen reincarnates as Fox (CC-1010) mostly for the pun

Anakin and Harem no Jutsu

Planet Shinju

#star wars #phoenix posts #Masterposts #crossovers #Modern AU #Girl Genius #Marvel #MCU #Naruto

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call your girlfriend | kelly’s playlist | armoricaroyalty

I’ve been working on-and-off on this playlist since september 2021. I’m very satisfied with the finished playlist, and I hope you enjoy it, too!

track list w/ selected lyrics and a bit of character analysis/synthesis under the cut!

The songs with bolded titles were foundational, both to the playlist and my understanding of Kelly’s character. The bolded lyrics are especially significant to my understanding of her character.

1. So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings - Caroline Polachek

i get a little lonely get a little more close to me you’re the only one who knows me, babe

2. When Am I Gonna Lose You? - Local Natives

everything has its place now we’ll lie in our bed wondering how to explain

3. Girl of the Year - Allie X

There's a hollow inside you But, don't worry I'm here (I'm here) I don't care if you're looking for the next girl of the year

4. All This Could Be Yours - Cold War Kids

you would rather crash than go straight ahead

5. Trap Door - Stars

he told me he was young, I said ‘well what is that good for?’ nobody stays that way, day after day

6. Call Your Girlfriend - Robyn

call your girlfriend it’s time you had the talk give your reasons say it’s not her fault

7. Too Much - Carly Rae Jepsen

it’s hard to get to know me are you down, down?

8. Black Sheep - Kailee Morgue

everyone pulls away from you

9. Fast Slow Disco - St. Vincent

slip my hand from your hand leave you dancing with a ghost

10. It’s a Trip! - Joywave

when you’ve gotten what you want maybe I should start over there’s nothing left to want

11. Powder Blue/Cascine Park - Yumi Zouma

another summer in your eyes another mind made up nothing ever made you mine

12. Fresh Laundry - Allie X

these days, no one’s bothering me ‘bout nothing

13. Dancing in the Dark - Lucy Dacus

Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there, baby, I could use just a little help

Kelly surprised me. She was meant to be a one-off character, never to be seen again after kicking Freddy out of her apartment and leaking his nudes. She was supposed to be a one-note social climber, as opportunistic as Freddy was shallow. From a feminist standpoint, though, I didn’t really like having a one-note gold-digger in my story. I felt like she deserved better, so I started putting a playlist together to explore some different concepts for her character. I hit on Girl of the Year and Too Much right away, and those ended up being the songs that were instrumental (heheh) who she became in my story.

Instead of a gold-digger aggressively pushing to meet the royal family, shack up with a prince, and become a duchess, Kelly ended up being a person who is reflective, troubled, and very lonely. Girl of the Year was written about the relationship between musical artists and recording executives, but I was intrigued by the idea of a woman bringing that same attitude toward a wealthy/influential boyfriend. What would it be like to date someone knowing that you’re disposable, knowing that they might move on at any moment, knowing that the best-case scenario is coming in second place to that man’s future wife?

Kelly is a bit ambivalent about the power/money/influence gap between herself and Freddy. She isn’t a gold-digger, but she can’t help but wonder what she might be able to get out of him. I think Kelly is caught in a really difficult place of liking Freddy while understanding deep-down that the relationship doesn’t have much of a future. Her decision to remain in that relationship under those circumstances reflects both low self-worth (she doesn’t think she deserves better) and a bit of a mercenary outlook (if the relationship is doomed anyway...why not try to eke some money or notoriety out of it?).

As I’ve worked to put this post together, I was struck by how isolated Kelly is. She alludes to other people in her life (therapist, family, roommates) but we never see them. They aren’t even named. She shows up/is referenced at least nine times before we see her with anyone but Freddy, and there’s no transcribed dialogue in that post. She doesn’t actually speak to anyone until this conversation with Jacques, and they don’t have a meaningful conversation until a few pages later.

Despite her scattered references to family, roommates, and her therapist (no references to friends, notably) Freddy seems to be the only person in her life with whom she has any kind of emotional connection. And even though he was making efforts to ‘bring her into his world,’ he’s making out with someone else less than two hours after she breaks things off with him for the last time. Between their first and last appearances together, the two have switched places: he’s pushing her to take the next step in their relationship and she’s pulling back. In Kelly’s mind, Freddy was never serious about her, but he just hadn’t realized it yet.

Another thing that jumped out to me rereading Kelly’s posts is the fact that she seems to have 0 positive relationships with other women. I haven’t fleshed out her backstory, but I feel like Kelly is still recovering from a Not Like Other Girls phase and feels very alienated from womanhood in general. The first time we ever see her in the same physical space with another woman is here, more than a year after she was first introduced as a character. Notably, she and Emily don’t actually speak to one another in that scene, and Emily is unwilling to intervene when Jacques is extremely fucking shady about following a seemingly-drunk woman into a bathroom. Kelly’s first actual conversation with another woman is...this attempt to buy a bus ticket.

I think Kelly’s most important female relationship is actually the relationship she doesn’t have with Vivi. Although they never interact directly, they’re connected through that paparazzi picture and Vivi’s belief that Jacques is is the father of Kelly’s child. In this way, they’re foils for one another despite the fact they never meet. Kelly explicitly names the tabloid abuse Vivi as one factor in their break-up. Kelly and Vivi are both royal outsiders and are thus extremely vulnerable to cultural misogyny. They’re very different women, but from an instrumental standpoint, I think their differences in outlook/opinion is due to the differences in their support networks. Vivi has good relationships with her family, especially her older sibling. Even though Vivi is in the process of being absorbed into the royal apparatus, she still has her family to lean on. Kelly doesn’t have those resources. If she married into the royal family, she’d be alone within that structure, and she knows it.

I really like Kelly. She's messy and deeply flawed, but she’s not the one-note villain I intended her to be. She’s probably my favorite among the secondary characters, and I’m going to miss her!

#armorica extras #character: kelly farrier #music #listen this post got SO LONG but I wanted to expand on some of the lyrical choices #and include a 'cut songs' section lmao #i may still do this because i've been getting real deep into self-indulgence lately lmao

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