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90ekz · 4 months

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“WE AINT GOOD-GOOD, BUT WE STILL GOOD”

debrief: when your ex-boyfriend ony comes down with a cold, you clock into your nurse shift, as well as resolving some old feelings.

tags: black!fem!reader, sickfic but like.. not, use of the n word, make-ups and break-ups, you make ony nervoussss 🥹, implied eremin (i love them), pure fluff, healthy communication cs ik some of y’all be bashin niggas heads in

an: bringing in the new year with some fluff !! i love you guys, and may 2024 bring everything you desire in abundance <3

ex-boyfriend!ony who was so heartbroken when y’all split, but knew it was for the best. he didn’t wanna drag you down with all his mess, (even if you insisted over and over that you were okay) and you were busy trying to get your masters. even through this, close contact was kept, and y’all leaned on each other for support.

that’s why it was such a shock when connie and jean had let it slip that he’d been sick for 3 days. you sat on the notion, wondering why he didn’t come to you or even say anything, and waited for a call, but when none came after a few hours, you were dialing his number harshly into your phone and letting it ring with a scowl on your face.

“onyankopon.” you spit over the phone, hearing him sputter at the use of his full name. dull music played in the background, and you could swear you hear other voices, hushed.

“h-hey mama, what’s goin on?” ony refused to let his composure slip, all his boys were over and he had told them that he had stopped fuckin’ with you. they all opted to come over to chill (smoke) even while he was down with a real bad cold. he caved and took a few hits before deciding that his lungs weren’t strong enough right now, and passing the spliff to connie wordlessly.

“you got something you wanna tell me?” you sat patiently, giving him the opportunity to tell the truth before jumping to conclusions. maybe there was a reason for it, everything happens for a reason, right?

“uh…nah i been chillin—hold up.” your eyebrow jumped at his labored breathing mixed with the sound of him hushing someone in the background before pressing the phone back to his ear. “anyways. im good, nothing to tell you, im cool. you cool?” your suspicion grew at his constant throat clearing and groans.

“you a damn lie.” before he could even respond, you were hanging up the phone and two beep sounds rung in his head. he tried to call back twice before getting a notification that you’d left home and were on the pathway to his house. the drive was only about 10 minutes, and knowing you, you’d be here in 5.

“aw shit—all y’all gotta go.” ony stumbled to his feet, ushering connie, eren, armin, and jean out of their seated positions and towards the front door. “man i was just getting high, the fuck goin’ on?” eren mumbles lightly, placing his jacket around armin’s shoulders and finishing packing his bag.

“someone’s coming over, c’mon.”

“who bruh?”

“y/n nigga, i think she knows im sick. y’all gotta go, now.” the whole group erupts in protests of ‘i thought y’all were done’ and ‘don’t kick us out for that, man!’ but ony didn’t care. he hadn’t seen you in person for a while, and he still needed to cover his tracks. the whole group rolls their eyes, save for connie and jean, who looked like they’d seen a ghost.

“connie, jean, why y’all look like that? what did y’all do?”

“it was him!” jean points to connie, completely throwing him under the bus. connie almost protests until he sees the sour look on ony’s face, and they’re scattering out the door with ‘im sorry’s’ flaking from their lips, leaving armin and eren to snicker under their breath.

“you said you were done with her, why now?”

“as much as i would love to give you an in-depth synopsis on my relationship status, i really don’t have time for allat right now.”

eren rolls his eyes, his attitude shown clear on his face. he wasn’t the biggest fan of ony’s relationship with you, considering that he’s the one who has to hear all the bullshit between you two. armin intertwines his pinkies with eren, an easy soother to his irritation.

“if i have to hear about this shit later, i’ll kill you.”

with reluctance, the couple left—armin apologetically excusing eren’s rudeness—and ony was left to spray fabreeze for the weed smell, and splash cold water on his face to hopefully extinguish his up-ticking fever, just in time for your harsh knocks to come on the door.

ony opened it, albeit barely enough for you to see his flushed face. he was feeling real feverish now….

“you ain’t tell me you was coming over.”

“i don’t have to tell you. open this damn door and stop playin wit me.” ony gulps as he unlocks the chain on the door and sees you fully. all you had on was his hoodie that he was sure you said you were gonna give back, and some nike pro shorts that he couldn’t see. you held a bag of unknown contents in your hand. you eyed him up and down before stepping inside like you owned the place.

he loved when you did that shit, this man is down bad.

you twirled the string of his sweatpants between your freshly done nails, and ony swears his temperature went up 10 degrees. you had this look in your eye that was the epitome of concern and irritation having a fist fight.

“so when were you gonna tell me that you were sick?”

“i wasn’t. i didn’t want you to worry about it, but the opptastic duo just had let you know, i guess.” ony followed as you proceeded deeper in the house, but you paused as you entered the living room. your eyebrows furrowed and your nose crinkled.

“what’s that smell?”

ony gulped, just playing shrugging and playing dumb. the cloud of fabreeze hadn’t really covered the weed smell all the way, and he was sure that you were about to bust him for smoking while he was sick, and he really wasn’t tryna hear all that at the moment. he was ready to get in his bed (preferably with you in it..)

“do not play wit me, what is that japanese cherry blossom shit im smelling?” you threw your keys and bag down and paced around the living room, flipping over pillows and looking under couch cushions. ony protested, promising that he didn’t know what you were talking about, and thought to himself that you were just smelling yourself.

until you pulled an empty cart refill wrapper from beneath the cushion.

aw shit.

you looked at him like he was a dumbass—which he was—before watching him smack his teeth and snatch the wrapper from your hand begrudgingly. the words “CHERRY GLAZE” in bold lettering burned his eyes, before vaguely remembering that armin had switched out his liquid before he’d left.

ony teetered on the truth, but he knew you’d be pissed about him having his boys over when he was clearly sick, so he settled on a lil white lie.

“oh, that’s uh—that’s some of my old shit.”

“if i’m recalling correctly, aren’t you the one that said that you didn’t like smoking that ‘fruity shit’?” ony cleared his throat—in a way he only does when he lies—before just grunting in response.

“and even if you didn’t say that, you hate cherry flavored anything, so that begs the question… what bitch was smoking this shit on your couch?” you jabbed your freshly done pointer nail into his chest, feeling his breath stutter under your touch.

he was caught between a rock and a hard place, and figured he’d just tell you the truth, even if you’d get mad.

“basically, the boys came over and eren brought his lil boyfriend or whatever he is—”

“wait, eren’s gay?”

“apparently. anyways, his name is armpit… or was it arm and hammer… whatever sum like that, and he was smoking his cart and replaced the liquid on the couch and i guess the wrapper fell between the cushions. no bitches were over here, i swear.” ony holds his hands up in defense, reassuring you that he was telling the truth. you smiled, as you believed him regardless. you knew he didn’t roll like that anyway.

“bae, relax. i believe you, i was just tryna see you sweat. just sit down, i bought you some soup.” you smiled at him with all your teeth, and ony was sure that he fell in love all over again. he missed you more than words could explain, and he just wanted you to come home again.

he finally let himself relax and he slumped onto the couch, his headache hammering against the back of his eyes. you took a seat on the ottoman next to him, unpacking his favorite potato soup and crackers. you crush up the crackers in the soup and stir, just like he likes, and unscrew the cap of his blue fanta.

“i think—no, i’m already in love with you. i dont think i ever stopped.” ony mutters as you spoon feed him and he has the urge to cry. you were always so gentle and caring with him, and you’ve never stopped, regardless of what the relationship status was. that’s what he loved most about you—it didn’t matter what happened between you too, if he needed you, you were there.

he missed you so, so bad.

“stop talking with your mouth full, you’re gonna get soup on your new carpet.” you attempted to brush off his words, and the way that they were making your face heat up.

“fuck the carpet. i’ve never been so serious in my life, mama. i love you more than you know. ‘just want you to come back to me.”

you two broke up because you mutually needed space and time to yourselves. it was an agreement, yet neither of you committed to it for more than a week. before you knew it, you were back texting him good morning, as he was texting you good night. all you wanted was to be his girlfriend again, but you wanted to give him the space he needed.

you set the spoon and soup aside, watching the way ony’s deep brown eyes twinkle under the low light of the living room.

“ony, i want to give you your space, that’s the whole reason we broke up to begin with. you deserve that.”

“i had enough space. you not living here no more, not being up under me when i sleep, not kissing me when i wake up, only seeing you at parties, that’s space, and i’m real tired of it,” ony laces his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your knuckles as he used to do.

“i want you back. i want you back in my face all the time, i wanna wake up mad cause you took all the covers, but then it goes away when i see how cute you look all bundled up. i want my initials on your nails again, i want you. i need you, baby. come home to me, please—“

“okay, okay! that’s enough, you’re embarrassing me!” you hide your head in the crook of his neck, suddenly feeling bashful about the way he was relaying his apparent undying love to you. everything he does flusters you still. you don’t miss the way his hands grasp you even tighter than they used to, if that’s even possible.

“i just want you to promise me that i’m not hurting you.”

“you could never. my perfect girl would never.” ony places a kiss on the top of your head, making sure to hold you even tighter. you choose not to mention his sniffles at the current moment, and let yourself be lost in his love.

“i missed you too, ony.”

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tiredofthehumanlife · 2 months

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Pretty boy

Barbie dolls: Mattheo riddle x Slytherin!reader

Summary: gn Slytherin reader notices mattheo gets incredibly flustered around them so they ask him out as you do

Warnings: not really any r kisses his cheek but that's Abt it

Request: why yes

Mattheo had been crushing on you for years. All his friends knew it too. He was so obvious about it. It was like he wasn't even trying to hide it. Mattheo really was though. He was trying his hardest, most people didn't notice but all his friends knew. Mattheo would be walking to skip his next class with his friends, he'd see you and your friends coming down the hall and all of a sudden his jaw is slack. You'd look away from your friend to smile at him and wave, and next thing you know he's face planted. You'd always sigh as Theo and Lorenzo pull him up off the ground, Blaise scooping up Mattheo's books.

You'd both be sitting in class, across the room from each other. Mattheo staring at you while Lorenzo and Blaise pretended to be you and Mattheo making out and flirting. When Lorenzo moaned quite loudly, you glanced over at them with a raised brow. Lorenzo and Blaise both shooting back to their work. Mattheo froze. He's been caught staring. You smiled at him. Mattheo felt his heart soar, dropping his chin on his fist. You blew him a kiss before turning back to the assignment. Mattheo flushed and sighed lovingly. Theo mocked his sigh and Mattheo shoved Theo's head back towards his work.

You noticed his reactions and thought it was adorable. So with all the courage you had, you walked over to Mattheo at dinner, deciding to ask him out. Mattheo looked up from his plate when he heard someone approaching. The second he realized it was you, he stared down at his food and covered his face with his hands. Mattheo's friends noticed his behavior and already knew what was coming, sharing a look with each other.

"hey, Mattheo." You said. Mattheo peaked at you from behind his hands before dropping them. He rested his chin in his hand.

"hey." It came out high pitched and pained so Mattheo immediately tried again. "Hey." This time it was far deeper than his usual voice. "Hey, hi, hello, hi." Mattheo tried for the third time. You smiled and nodded.

"yeah well anyways, do you think we could talk in private?" Mattheo looked to Theo, asking what to do. Theo gestured for him to go with you. Mattheo nodded, standing up. You grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the great hall. You stopped but kept your hold on him.

"what are you doing this weekend?" Mattheo flushed and glanced around. You waited patiently.

"uh probably just sitting and chilling." You could tell that he was trying his hardest to come off as cool. Mattheo leaned against the wall, schooling his face. You stared at him blankly.

"so you're not busy?" He shrugged.

"if you would consider me relaxing and chilling, chillaxing if you will, busy." You stared at him and hoped that with more exposure to you he would stop talking in such a way.

"I do not, hey just thinking out loud here, how would you feel about going out?" His jaw went slack as he stared at you. You looked into his eyes and knew if Dr. Frankenstein needed a brain he would not be picking Mattheo. He quickly jumped off the wall and started nodding.

"yes. Yes. Yeah. Definitely." You smiled. You reached up and twirled his hair around your finger. Mattheo froze and stared at you with big puppy eyes. You pecked him on his cheek before walking away.

"see you there, pretty boy." You glanced back at him to see his flushed face. Mattheo was holding his cheek. When you turned around the corner, you could hear him cheering and running around.

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ctrlsht · 6 months

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Fragment of the Past 02

pairing: patient!jungkook x psychiatrist!reader genre: thriller & yandere au

summary: You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

chapter summary: after finding out that Jungkook is responsible for his own mother’s death, you decided to terminate him as your patient but Jungkook didn’t agree with that idea and pulled his cards against you.

chapter warnings: fraternity, hazing, blackmailing, ASPD, unstable mental health of mc, disturbing thoughts of JK word count: 8.8K

parts: (1) | (2)

note: this fiction will contain multiple mental disorders and psychology facts. I conducted my own research to avoid spreading misinformation, but there may be aspects I've overlooked, so I am open for any corrections.

As the words tumbled from his lips, confessing the heinous act, his expression transformed into something disturbingly demonic. In that moment, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was no longer the person you knew, or perhaps that was just the chilling façade he was revealing.

“You’re the one who did it.” It wasn’t a question.

“Is that what you believe, Dr. Y/N?” He tilted his head trying to prevent himself from grinning.

“You do know that it’s a grave offense, right?”

“Is it?” He smirked before he poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

Jungkook is messing around like he just didn’t confess his crime, like it was just a big joke for him.

“Are you aware of the consequences of your actions?”

He didn’t respond and just continued staring at you while he smiled devilishly. You weren’t prepared in this scenario because in your years of your career, you haven’t encountered a situation like this. Guess it will be added to your experience.

After a few moments, he looked at his wrist watch and returned his gaze at you.

“Oh no, we have already exceeded our normal session hours, Doc. We can just continue this for our next meeting, or do you consider my offer to you?”

“Jungkook, this is a serious matter. We have to talk about it.” You spoke with hardness in your tone.

“You still have your next patient, doc. Huh Yunjin, right? Diagnosed with persistent depressive disorder. It’s unfortunate that even though she has everything, she still suffers from depression. But I think it's all because of his useless and abusive boyfriend who keeps messing with her mental health. What a shame. Her work may be perfect but for her boyfriend, it was trash.” you were taken aback with his statement. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

“How did you know that?” You outburst as you stand up. He also stood up and walked towards the door. “Jungkook, I’m not done talking to you.” At this point, you were still containing yourself from being angry but you just can’t help yourself.

“I’ll just see you next week, Dr. Y/N.” It’s his last statement before he twists the doorknob and steps out of your office leaving you dumbfounded.

You didn’t expect the outcome of this session and most especially, you don’t know how you will react with the information that he just said. From how he was the culprit of his own mother’s murder to how he knew about Yunjin’s boyfriend because as far as you know, you’re the only one that she trusts regarding her situation with her boyfriend unless he knew Yunjin’s boyfriend personally.

You’re still at your position when Jungkook leaves you for a long moment until Soyeon knocks on your door informing you of the arrival of your next patient. You don’t know if you can still handle a new session after him but you cannot cancel the session in this late notice.

“Tell Yunjin to give me a minute before she enters. We’ll start in 10 minutes.” You instructed Soyeon before you composed yourself. You don’t know how to face Yunjin with your condition but you don’t have a choice. You will just see how it goes.

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You’re standing 5 feet away from an old house on the edge of town, all by itself. It’s surrounded by overgrown grass that hasn’t been cut for probably a year or two and there are no neighbors around. It looks like it was abandoned but you’re sure that there is someone living here. Mr. Jeon, Jungkook’s father should be here.

You were observing the house for a couple of minutes before you decided to knock on the door and find out if there is someone inside.

“Hello? Is anybody here? Mr. Jeon?” You call out while you’re knocking but no one is answering. You’ve been knocking and calling for a lot of times already but there’s really no one answering. You take a few steps backwards and look at the whole exterior of the house. This is where Jungkook once lived along with his parents and this is where the crime scene happens.

You take a deep breath before you decide to turn around to leave. Maybe Mr. Jeon isn’t around.

As you take a few steps towards your car, you suddenly hear a door open. You immediately turn around, and from where you are, you see Mr. Jeon standing beside his door with a cigarette in his mouth. You didn't expect him to appear in such shabby attire. Perhaps Jungkook truly despised his father to the extent of letting him live like this.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon.” You give him a smile and walk towards him.

“Who are you?” He asked as he inhaled his cigarette.

“I am Y/F/N, a psychiatrist and I am handling your son, Jungkook.” You introduce yourself and extend your hand to give him a handshake but he only stares at it so you take your hands back.

“What do you mean? Has that bastard become crazy already? Actually, he did lose his mind years ago.”

“No, Mr. Jeon. Your son suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder after the incident that happened to your wife. I am here to ask a few questions about him to help him recover with his disorder, if you don’t mind.”

He looked at you with furrowed brows before he blew smoke from his mouth.

“Post-traumatic what? What kind of bullshit do my son is pulling? What, he had the audacity to be traumatic after he killed his own mother?”

His father knew. But how come he didn’t ask for his statement? Or did you overlook it?

“Do you believe that your son killed your wife? What are your reasons? Why didn’t you say anything about it?” You didn’t know that you’re already asking multiple questions because of how desperate you want to know the answer. Mr. Jeon only looked at you as his response and after a few moments, he smirked and inhaled from his cigarette.

“You act more like a detective rather than a psychiatrist, Y/N.” He blew a smoke before he continued. “Come in. Let's discuss your questions inside. It’s already getting cold and you wouldn’t want to catch a cold.”

The house doesn’t seem like a home. It only looks like a place where a person has to stay for them to be sheltered. Inside, vintage furniture fills the rooms, and faded wallpaper lines the walls. In the dimly lit living room, a faded armchair sagged, its upholstery torn and revealing the stuffing beneath. Only a few personal items adorn the space but you haven’t seen any family photo frame.

Mr. Jeon lets you sit on a single couch, you haven’t touched the upholstery yet you already know that this hasn’t been cleaned in ages. But you didn’t mind because you’re here not to be comfortable.

“I’m sorry, I can’t offer you anything. It’s only me in here and you show up unannounced so I didn’t prepare anything.” You immediately shook your head with what he said.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m just here for a few questions. I apologize for showing up unannounced.”

He lit a new stick of cigarette and blew a smoke before returning his gaze to you.

“So, what do you want to know?”

You have a lot of questions that you want to be answered but you have to pick the most important one before you proceed with the others.

“How is Jeon Jungkook as your son?” He didn’t answer right away. He just stares at you as if his answers are in your eyes. Or perhaps, he’s just thinking the right answer to say.

“Well… Jungkook is a smart kid. He has a passion for photography which I find a waste of time. But look at him now. He managed to build a studio and become successful.” He smiled like a proud father but it only lasted for a second before he was back with his seriousness. “I don’t know how you see him but there is a high possibility that he just built a personality that he wants you to see. You cannot trust him especially with what he says because most of them aren't true.”

“Can you be more specific with your statement about him? Maybe, give a few examples on how you can justify what you just said.” You slowly grab your phone inside your bag and instantly open the voice record and hit the record button before you return your attention back to him.

“It’s complicated to explain and elaborate because even I cannot understand him. All I know is that he’s a dangerous man.”

Just like what he said about his son, you should not trust him as well, especially now that he doesn’t even have any evidence to justify his statements.

“You’ve mentioned that he was the one who killed your wife. Do you have any proof to prove that?” You asked him and he took a deep breath.

“I don’t, but I am positive that he’s the one who did it. I knew my son so well.”

All his statements don't have concrete evidence and all pure accusations. Maybe that’s why he didn’t raise his accusations to the higher position because it wasn’t supported with anything. But you still ask, anyway.

“Did you try reporting it to the police?”

"Yes, I did. But did you know they do? They showed a lot of interest in my statement about him and assured me they would stay in touch. But, after the following day, I didn't hear anything from them anymore. They didn't reach out, and when I approached them, they said that the case had been resolved and my statements weren't sufficient to prove anything."

Based on his story, if you’re the investigator of the case, you wouldn’t think much about his report because like what’s happening right now, his claims support nothing. But you knew better because Jungkook already admitted it to you.

“If Jungkook really did it, what may be the reasons?”

“There are a lot but the major reason is he’s a psychopath.”

That's a serious accusation from a father against his son. However, you must allow him to explain because, no matter what, he knows Jungkook better than you do.

“I admit that me and my wife aren't the perfect parents for him. There are problems that we always argue about, like work problems and we also have a trust issue with one another, and he doesn’t deserve that. We try to separate our problems as husband and wife to him but every time we try to reach him out, it’s like he doesn’t want to be reached out. When he turned high school, that’s when I started to notice the major changes in him. He was always angry and he doesn’t treat us as his parents anymore. We’ve tried to talk to him but it only gets worse.”

He takes a long pause as he remembers everything that he’s talking about. He tapped the ashes into the ashtray and inhaled another smoke before he continued.

“The principal of his school wants to talk to us about our son but the message wasn’t sent to us because he finds a way for us not to know. We only knew when his teacher visited us here and we found out that he’s involved in an illegal fraternity. One of the initiations rites at his fraternity is making the people suffer before they officially become a member. He killed a lot during the initiation rites and he didn't look like he was bothered. He was still a minor at that time so he didn’t go to jail. I was relieved but right now, I wish that he just went to prison.”

His cheeks flushed, and his eyes glistened with the threat of tears. He’s looking away and he took a deep breath without making it obvious. He tossed the cigarette butt on the ashtray beside him and returned his gaze to you.

“I was patient with him but he’s too much. I let him be, we let him be. But when things get harder, that’s how I realized that he has no hopes. We’ve lost our wealth and he was on the peak of his success. We tried to ask for help but he just threw us out like we weren’t even his parents. And when he killed my wife, I completely disowned him.”

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You’re back at home after visiting Jungkook’s father and you keep on repeating the recording you had during the conversation. You believe in the story that Mr. Jeon has told you because of two things; first, he doesn’t look like he’s lying while telling his story and second, there are certain things he said that connect to how Jungkook describes him as a father.

“He’s a horrible person and he doesn’t deserve to be a father to me. I never got to experience the love from a father because the only thing that he gave me is hatred. He always gets drunk and gamble and he cheated with my mom multiple times. I’m not going to be surprised when I find out that I have other siblings from different mothers. He’s the worst person I’ve known.”

Maybe the reason why they lost their wealth is because he’s a gambler. And he and his wife have trust issues because he’s cheating on her.

“He only wants money from me.”

Mr. Jeon mentioned that he asked for the help of Jungkook after they lost their wealth.

You have already got the perspective of both sides and Jungkook’s relationship with his parents has a big impact on who he is now.

You were in the middle of your business when your phone rang, and when you saw the caller’s ID, your heart raced, thudding against your chest. You didn’t move and you just stare at your phone contemplating whether you will answer or not.

After a moment, the ring stops and when you think that you’re already safe when it rings again. Your hands shake as you pick up your phone and slide the answer button.

“Good evening Dr. Y/N! How are you?”

Jungkook greet in his usual energetic voice.

“Jungkook, it’s already late. Do you need anything?” You ask in your low voice, hiding your nervousness.

“I just want to check up on my favorite therapist after I left her last time.” his chuckles erupted at the most unsettling moment.

“You walked out even though we’re not done talking. We can continue our discussion in our next session.”

“You surprised me, Doc. I thought that after our conversation, you'd go straight up to the police, but you did not. Instead, you chose to run to my father.” His words are sinister to your ears. Your heart is beating rapidly as you try to stay composed. The reason why he knew that, you don’t know. You want to ask but there are no words coming out of your mouth.

“Have you eaten your dinner?” he asked after a long pause.

“I already did.” You lied.

“But I haven't. You promise me that you’ll come with me for dinner, Dr. Y/N. It’s a perfect time for you to fulfill your promise.”

“Jungkook, I’m sorry but I really can’t. I have a lot of things to do.”

“Tsk Tsk. Your excuse is already overused, Doc. Do you have other excuses?” He laughed once again and continued. “But I won’t force you anymore. I’ll just see you on Tuesday. Goodnight, Dr. Y/N”

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You were occupied through the following days already, thinking about Jungkook’s case. You’ve been trying to connect the dots by communicating with the people behind this case but unfortunately, no one is useful. You have to do it yourself and the progress was so slow that you’re about to give up.

You got more important things to do but you left them behind for this and it’s not healthy anymore. You aren't a detective but a psychiatrist. Not a lawyer but a successful book author, therefore, you should stop this madness and go back to your track.

Tuesday came and you should have a lot of patience to attend to and things to get done with but you cleared your schedule out just for the person who’s not worth your time.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Y/N. You look so stressed out. What have you been up to lately?” Jungkook said as he entered inside your office. He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes when he visited your clinic for a session, on the contrary, he’s wearing the clothes that you used to see during your photoshoot with him. A casual long sleeve polo paired with tight black pants.

He doesn’t look like a murderer. He’s very charismatic and no one will know what’s behind his mask.

“I bought you a salad and orange juice to boost your productivity for today.” He places the paper bag that he’s holding on the top of your office table.

He acted like everything was normal and fine but deep down, you were terrified.

You let him settle down on the couch in front of you before you spoke.

“Jungkook, we have to talk about everything. This is a very serious matter. I want to understand you as your doctor and choose what’s best for you.” You started before you pressed the record button on your phone and placed it on the top of your table. Jungkook glanced at it but he returned his gaze to you.

“Are you the one responsible for your mother’s death?” You don’t want to ask it immediately but you’re itching to know the truth.

He chuckled as he caressed his lips before he crossed his legs.

“I didn’t know that you’re also a detective, Dr. Y/N. Did you also ask that to my father?”

“Jungkook, I’m serious right now. Please, cooperate.”

You were waiting for his response but it didn’t come. The whole room became deadly silent and Jungkook continued to play with his lips, looking at you with intensity.

You only have 5 more sessions to go before the psychotherapy treatment will come to an end, but you don’t think that you can attend more sessions with him anymore.

“I’m not stupid as you think, Y/N.” He finally speaks out, without addressing your title. You only heard him twice calling you without your title, during the photoshoot and now.

“After I tell my heart-dying story about what happened, you won’t waste any second to go to the police and surrender the recording you had with me.”

Your eyes widened in alarm as your lips quivered, betraying the anxiety building within.

“What do you mean?” You try your best not to stutter as your words come out in fragments as your nervousness is disrupted.

“Oh, you know what I mean, Y/N. Don’t play dumb.” He intertwined both of his fingers and wiggle his ankle while his legs were crossed. His stares swivel from you to the phone that’s placed at your table.

You didn’t move, afraid of what’s going to happen next. He slowly stood up from his seat and took a step near your chest drawer, looking at the different licenses, certificates and achievements that were placed on the top.

“You become so successful within four years of your career while others take decades of their life to be where you are right now.” He caresses some of the frames standing. You didn’t move, nor say anything, letting him speak. “Are you proud of what you become, Dr. Y/N?” He turned his head towards you and you tried not to show any weakness to him.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” You answer with a low voice.

“If you want to keep that way, then you should keep out of my business.” He smiled so sweetly, like he just didn’t say something to threaten you.

He took a step towards the door and opened it but before he stepped out, you spoke.

“No matter how fast and long you run, the truth will eventually come to you, Jungkook.”

—

"Can you believe how surprised I was when I read your message, inviting me for a drink?" You chuckled at what Taehyung said as he continued to drive to your destination. "It's such a rare occurrence, and I thought I must have read it wrong. But, damn, it's like a once-in-a-blue-moon moment when you're the first one to invite me for a drink!"

“Yeah, congrats to you.”

Taehyung was right about you inviting him to go out for a drink. You don't usually do that, and most of the time, he's the one who invites you. You're used to being alone and doing things by yourself, so you don't often think of inviting him. But right now, everything is fucking you up, and you can't be alone with your thoughts because you might end up losing your mind.

You didn’t show any signs of your problems to him. You act like everything is fine and you just miss him. You don’t want to make him overthink. Just like you, he also has a lot on his plate.

You ask him to have a drink with you in Itaewon where everyone goes at this hour. It’s friday and it’s a perfect time to chill with someone you’re very familiar with.

The night is lit up with neon streets in different colors, and the sound of laughter and music filled the air. Everyone is having fun as if the city itself was a living as well. There are a lot of pubs and bars beside each other but you chose where it wasn't so rowdy.

“Will people recognize you?” You ask him as you sip on your beer.

“Nah, and if they do, so what?” He spoke a little loud as the music became louder as well.

“Do you mind when you’re out and people recognize you, asking to take a pic?” The crowd is getting louder along with the music so you have no choice but to speak louder as well.

“I don’t mind. I’m cool with it.”

You did talk to him about his life and when the night went deeper, the crowd was becoming wilder as well. People started to recognize Taehyung and ask for a quick photo. You can’t help but smile whenever he interacts with people with so much energy and happiness. This is what he wants ever since high school, for people to recognize him and his music. Music is Taehyung’s language.

After a few moments, Taehyung joins the crowd and dances along with the ocean of people. He asked you to join him several times but you refused, content with your position right now. You just watch him become the center of attention inside the bar you’re in.

You’re not a fan of parties and nightlife but right now, you embrace the music and the alcohol that’s influencing you right now.

You were suddenly startled when a subtle but distinct crept up your spine, an unshakable sense that someone's eyes were fixed upon you. You tried to look around to find if someone’s looking at you but you found nothing. You’re about to brush it away when a familiar figure is standing 10 feet away from you. A pair of eyes bore into you, a gaze so penetrating it felt like a laser, igniting a trail of fire across your skin. The music and the crowd faded in the background and your eyes are fixed at the person while your heartbeat increases rapidly. A person blocked his view and when you tried to find him again, he wasn’t there anymore.

You don’t know if you’re hallucinating or Jeon Jungkook is really around.

—

You will terminate Jeon Jungkook as your patient. You have to terminate him.

You have your reasons for you to terminate him and as far as you see it, they were valid. Since he first stepped into your office, there is something about him that you couldn’t understand. You’ve been brushing off that feeling multiple times already and now, you should have trusted your instincts.

Jeon Jungkook isn’t a victim. He was the one who killed his own mother at their own house. You don’t have a concrete reason why he did it but you’re sure that it’s about their relationship as a son and mother. Based on the two-sided perspective, Jeon Jungkook is capable of killing someone without showing any remorse.

He pretended to have experienced trauma solely for his own benefit. His condition isn't post-traumatic stress disorder; instead, it's characterized by antisocial personality disorder, which is evident in his absence of empathy, aggressive and criminal conduct, and a background of lying and deception. Similar to those with ASPD, Jungkook possesses charisma, attractiveness, and above-average intelligence.

You can help him. You really can, but you were also affected by his condition. He crossed the boundary between a doctor and patient several times and you couldn’t tolerate that. If you’re going to keep him, there might be worse that can happen not only to him, but to you as well.

You still have 4 more sessions before the final session comes to an end but you cannot wait for that day to arrive. When Tuesday comes, you must inform him already. So you are sitting at your swivel chair while he’s seated at the black couch in front of you when you finally say it without any hesitation. You want this to be done already.

“We can no longer continue your remaining sessions, Jungkook.” You started without stuttering. You try to stay calm and strengthen your mentality before you continue. “There are several reasons but on the top of all, you’re not improving with your mental state.”

His arms are on the top of the arm-rest while his fingers are intertwined. His legs are crossed as he wiggles his ankle while he’s staring at you with so much intensity like he’s looking at your soul.

He’s not responding so you continue to your list of reasons why he’s being terminated.

“I also diagnose you incorrectly but I can still refer you to other doctors that can help you start up. I’m really sorry for failing you, Jungkook but it's best if you can see a new doctor to help you with your mental state.”

Of course, that’s not only the reason but you chose not to go further, afraid that you might trigger him.

After a few moments, he leaned forward, not removing his intense gaze away from you. You know that this won’t be easy but you must proceed with it.

“Is that really the reason, Dr. Y/N?” He slowly stands up from his seat and takes a step towards your countertop beside the chest drawers. From there, he looked at the instant coffee sachets, coffee grounds and a coffee maker before he took a mug and placed it in front of him. “I would appreciate it if you tell me the real reasons.”

You didn’t respond immediately as you watched him make a cup of coffee using the mug that you always use. When he’s done, he turns around to face you and takes a sip of his coffee.

“What’s taking you so long to answer?” He said after he sips his coffee.

“That. What you’re doing right now is one of the reasons why we cannot proceed with the remaining session.” He wants to play like this? You will give him what he wants. “You cannot touch my things without my permission, Jungkook. Remember, I am your doctor, not a colleague. You should know what the boundary is.”

“Oh? You will dump me just because I made a cup of coffee without your permission?” He raised his brow, as he smirked with the sarcastic undertone of his statement.

“You’ve been threatening me, multiple times. You’re making it difficult to maintain a professional relationship between the two of us. You know that to yourself, Jungkook. Don’t make me state every reason why because I want to keep my professionalism towards you.” You try to compose your tone but there’s still a hint of irritation.

He rests his hands on the top of the counter and sip from his coffee.

“Uh huh. But what if I refuse?”

“You don’t have a choice. That’s my decision and it’s legal.” A mocking smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as if you were the punchline of a cruel joke.

He releases another soft chuckle before he gets his phone from his pocket and scrolls down. Your eyes widened in horror as a shiver ran down your spine. Your skin prickled with goosebumps and waves of fear washed over you when he played a voice record coming from his phone.

“I started hiding my painting from Louie but he managed to find out about it and he kept telling me to stop painting again. He said that they were trash and I should just focus on my academics.”

“That’s unfortunate. You don’t deserve that, Yunjin. Your boyfriend kept on messing up your mental state. I’ve been telling you to break up with him.”

“I can’t because I love him—

“Where did you get that?!” You instantly stood from your seat. He looked at his phone and scrolled once again before he played another voice record.

“He’s been stalking me, doc. He’s just finding the perfect time to kill me.”

“Mr. Park, you have tons of your bodyguards around you. He doesn’t have a chance to—

“Give me that!” Your eyes blazed with fury, as your voice erupted, a thunderous roar that reverberated through the room. You tried to snatch the phone away from him but he was too tall for you to reach.

“Will you think twice about your decision when I decided to upload your illegal voice recordings with your patients on the internet?” His voice dripped with mockery as he grins.

“Those are not illegal because I asked for their permission to be recorded.” You respond in your stone voice. He smirked once again before he played another voice record.

“How are you, Jungkook? Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did, doc. I even sleep so early. Thanks to the medicine that you prescribed me because it helps.”

“As far as I remember, you didn’t ask my permission to be recorded.” He smiles mockingly before he puts down the cup of coffee that he’s holding on the countertop.

“I can already see the headline for these voice recordings. Bestselling author and psychiatrist who records their patient without consent. That’s going to be number one on social media and in front of the newspaper.” He returned his phone in his pocket and took the coffee to sip from it.

“Where did you get that?” You asked as you clench your jaw.

“It doesn’t matter, Dr. Y/N. What matters most is the backlash you will get when I decide to upload these online. With how you quickly reach the top, that also determines how quickly you will fall down.” He smirks.

Your eyes bore into him with such intensity, a storm of anger raging just beneath the surface. Your anger has reached its boiling point and any moment now, the tears forming on your eyes will flow over your cheek.

“What do you want?” You ask with your teeth. His gaze softens as he pouts.

“Come on, Doc. Don’t be so upset at me.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Your voice was raising again as your right hand balls into a fist. “You stole my recordings and you are threatening me now!”

“You’re dumping me. I have to do something.”

You take a step backward without removing your gaze from him. “What do you want?”

“It’s nothing big, Doc. You wouldn’t have a hard time.” His gaze softens before he continues. “I just want to continue our sessions. That’s it.”

“For what? I didn’t see any progress from you. Your condition might worsen.” You cannot be in this room with him for another session. He’s too much. “I will refer you to another psychotherapist who is much better where you’re going to recover.”

He shakes his head. “You were wrong. I do make progress, Dr. Y/N, and I would like to completely recover with your help. Besides, there are no ‘much better’ doctors beside you. I want you for me.”

You didn’t respond and continue to stare at him, hoping to see any sympathy or even a change of mind, but you only see a demonic who’s in the body of a human.

“Okay. But when the 12 sessions with you are completed, that’s it. Our business will end there.” Jungkook smiled devilishly and took the last sip of the coffee before he nodded.

“That’s all I want, Doc. To complete our session so I can get better and nothing else.”

—

You can’t believe that Jungkook has something to hold against you. Everything happens so fast and you didn’t know why it had to come to this. You’ve tried to make him speak up on how he got the recordings but he never did, instead, he keeps on blackmailing you about what might happen when he uploads it online.

“I wonder how your other patients will react when they find out that you recorded their most vulnerable moment. Will you ever get someone to trust you after that?”

You’ve tried to imagine what’s going to happen if he really uploaded it online. You can just simply tell the truth that you record your patient because it helps you to create a better book that will help a thousand people as well. That’s the truth, anyway. You can just accept your mistakes and move on.

But that’s not the case. Even if you kneel down just for the people to forgive you, that won’t change anything. Your name will be ruined and you might lose your license for violating the patient’s privacy and confidentiality. The worse thing is, everyone will hear the recordings you took and you can be subject to criminal charges.

Yes, you can blame everything on Jungkook but you know better. He got away from killing his own mother and he can also get away with this. You don’t know how powerful he can be.

You don’t know how to handle this. It’s so heavy that you can’t proceed with your daily routine. From waking up until you go to bed, that’s the only thing that keeps running to your head and it’s getting out of hand.

You don’t know if Jungkook can be trusted that he won’t upload it online if you continue with the remaining sessions or he will betray you at the end. You cannot hold onto his promises. You have to do something before he completely ruins your reputation.

“Your clinic became my second home at this point, Doc. It’s so comfortable already that I can practically sleep here.” Jungkook transfers from the single couch to the bigger one and lays down and uses his palms as a pillow.

“How are we supposed to start with our session when you’re lying down?” You rolled your eyes and dropped the folder that you’re holding to the table.

“We can still have a conversation even if I’m in this position. It’s not like I’ll be muted if I lay down.” He responded without moving from his position. You rolled your eyes once again before you face your desktop and pretend that you’re busy with something. It’s hard to deal with a patient when you’re irritated with them.

You glance at him when you hear him laugh. He was laughing while he sat up from laying down. “You look so cute when you’re angry, Dr. Y/N. It’s a rare moment. Or this is really how you feel deep inside when you’re facing your patients.”

“Am I supposed to smile and clap my hands while you’re blackmailing me? You can’t even settle down properly to begin our session.” your voice dripped with sarcasm.

“And you’re being sarcastic too! How adorable.” He laughs, matching his grin as he returns to his original seat. He placed his arm on the arm rest before he spread his legs, looking at you with a smirk on his lips. “I just want to push the buttons and see who Dr. Y/F/N really is.”

You sip on your coffee and open the folder once again, trying to relax while staring at the folder. After a few moments, you take a deep breath and return your gaze to the monster in front of you.

“I’ll prescribe you with another medicine, although you can continue to take the medicines you have right now.” You said and listed down the prescription for him.

“Thanks, Doc. I’ll take note of that. And thank you for accepting me once again. I really appreciate it so much.” He’s back with his sweet voice which you would be glad not to hear again. You’d prefer his demonic voice because you know that it’s his true nature.

“No problem. As if I have a choice, right?” He chuckled and proceeded with his habit of playing with his lips.

“Come on, Doc. You’re really helping me to recover. That’s really what I wanted because you’re so good with what you do.”

“Uh huh.” You said while flipping the pages from the folder. “If that’s what you believe. So, do you want to talk about something that happened recently? What might be the reason why you think that you’re getting better?”

“There are a lot of good things that’s happening to me lately,” which you don’t deserve. “I have new investors for the growth of my business. It’s going to be a corporation. And I’m here, sitting on this couch in front of you.”

“That’s good for you.” You said, trying not to sound sarcastic. “How do you feel when you tell me who’s really responsible for your mother’s death?”

“That’s an excellent question, Doc.” He leaned forward before he continued. “I feel relief because I don’t need to fake my traumas, nightmares and anxiety because my mother died. I can finally celebrate it with you.” A twisted grin crept across his lips, eyes sparkled with a sinister delight.

A shiver ran down your spine, and goosebumps erupted on your arms. But you still manage to take note of his statements.

“I also plan on bringing my father along with my mother but I’ll save that for later. I’ll let my father live even though his life is useless. His existence only adds pollution to the earth, don’t you think? You’ve met him already.” A wave of nausea washed over you, as your skin turned clammy and cold. You can’t believe that he just told you his plan to kill his father like it was a normal thing he does.

“Jungkook, that is inhumane. You can’t talk about that during our sessions. Our goal here is to get your life back on track, not to plan on killing your father. You know that I can report you, right?” You lowered your voice in a softer way where Jungkook can feel that you’re really concerned with him.

“Come on, Doc. You’re so boring! And I know that you can’t do that because you’re putting your life on a pedestal.” He grins.

“You said that you wanted to recover so you want these sessions to continue, instead, you’re doing the opposite. You kept on blackmailing me and telling me your desires to kill your father.”

“You’re the one who said that you didn’t see any progress with me, so maybe, it’s better to talk about other things rather than talking about bullshit that only triggers me to do something worse.” His voice raises and his face remains completely lacking emotion while his gaze is penetrating that it feels as if he’s peering into your soul.

You froze on your seat as your body language reflected the overwhelming impact of what he just said.

“I am a psychiatrist and psychotherapist and my job is to help my patients with their problems and situations and not to tolerate their wrong behavior.” You close the folder that you’re holding and place it back on your table before you continue. “We’re not being productive here, Jungkook. As mentioned earlier, I would be delighted to connect you with one of my highly skilled colleagues who can assist you in making progress.”

He shook his head and he even used his finger movement to indicate that he disagreed. “No. We’re not going to do that.”

“Why?” You said, almost losing your control.

“Because I want you, Doc. You’re the only one I wanted.”

—

The remaining 3 sessions with him were all the same; very unproductive and a waste of time. He kept on pushing to talk about his desire to kill his father and topics you never want to talk about. He insisted on discussing his desire to harm his father and other topics you'd rather avoid. He continued to blackmail you, leaving you with no choice but to wait until the final session ended. You allowed him to talk about whatever he pleased while you sat there, pretending to listen. You try your best to give him proper therapy but he was the one who kept pushing away the help that you give. It may sound tolerable but god knows how horrible you feel with every word that’s coming out of his mouth.

“Nowadays, everyone seems so pathetic. I can't grasp why they constantly attempt to alter society, as if our lives are like a movie capable of transforming the entire universe in a single snap. They should learn to deal with it and adapt to what's happening instead of wasting their effort on making changes while acting like hypocrites themselves.”

“Individuals remain consistent throughout their lives. Scientific evidence indicates that our genetic imprints predefine our existence, our personality, and our decisions. If you're born stupid, you'll continue to live with your stupidity, and it will remain until the end of your life.”

During some of your sessions, you can’t help but to argue with him on how he sees things versus how you see them. You tried to let him understand that life is more than just existing. There is something that he hasn’t seen yet, but he was already the one who refuses to change.

If your life is not in danger because of him, you will risk everything just to help him recover and change his perspective in life. But that’s not your case because you’re trapped in the palm of his hands.

It's the last Tuesday of the month, marking the arrival of the final session with him. You've been anxious the whole day, eagerly waiting for it to end. The hours have felt agonizingly long, but you remind yourself that it's the last day, and you need to endure it just a little longer.

“Our deal is off. We’ve completed the remaining session.” You remind him before he steps out of your clinic. “Keep your promise, Jungkook.”

“Days are running fast, I didn’t even notice that it’s the last Tuesday of the month.” He smirked and twisted the doorknob. “See you again soon, Dr. Y/N.”

It’s done. You’ve managed to push him away, but you can’t stop thinking that he still has something against you. He promised that after the final session, he’s done with you but you can’t hold onto that because he’s Jeon Jungkook and dealing with him isn't as easy as you think.

And you were right, because one week hasn’t passed and Jeon Jungkook is already inside your office unannounced.

“What are you doing here?” You spoke with the hint of anger in your voice. “Aren’t we finished with our business?” Jungkook maintained a smirk on his lips as he sat on the black couch.

“Why? Can’t I visit my favorite doctor?” He spread his legs, his eyes met yours in a sultry, lingering glance and a playful smile graced his lips.

“Jungkook, we have no business here. I have tons of things to do, so, if you still have a conscience left, please, leave already." You remove your reading glass and throw it on your table.

He licked his lips and tilted his head before he responded. “As far as I know, patients can request additional sessions with their therapist, and that’s why I am here. So technically, I still have business with you.”

You grimaced, deep furrowed formed on your forehead as your anger intensified. A sly smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of his mouth as he raised an eyebrow in a mocking arch. “You look upset.” He pouted in a mocking way. “It’s too obvious how you hate that idea, Doc.”

“We had a deal, Jungkook. Stick with our deal.” You said with a clenching jaw.

“Yes, it’s still ongoing. We have to finish our sessions and we’re done.”

“We are done. We’ve completed your 12 sessions.”

“But I asked for another session and it’s legal. Therefore, our deal is still ongoing.”

Your hands were shaking while you breathed heavily as if you’re out of air. You want to stand up from your seat and pounce on him. You want to struggle him until he’s out of breath. You wanted to hurt him so badly for you to calm down but you kept your composure, concealing the simmering anger that threatened to erupt.

“You said that you’ll leave me alone after our deal.” Your words were delivered with restraint.

“That’s true, but I asked for another session, so our business is not yet done.” He smirked.

“Get out!” You can’t control it anymore. It’s too much. He’s too much.

“Oh. You’re kicking a patient out?” He laughs and he gets something in his pocket. “How would people react if they found out that the psychiatrist and a best-selling author that they are looking up, is kicking a patient out.” He faces his phone for you to see that he’s recording the conversation.

Your mind raced like a hurricane, breath came in short, shallow gasps as your hands can't stop trembling.

“Why are you doing this to… me?” Your voice caught up your throat, and choked sobs filled the room as you began to let your tears flow from your eyes.

He stood up from his seat as he slowly took a step towards you, putting both of his hands on the platform of your table, leaning towards you. He looks at your eyes with so much intensity that he can practically read your mind.

“I’ve told you already. I just want to continue our sessions until I recover. Is that too much to ask?” He whispers as he pierce his eyes on you. He lifts up his right arm, slowly wiping the tears from your cheeks using the back of his fingers. “Weakness doesn’t suit you, Y/N. So I suggest that you stop with your tears.”

—

If you can only bring back the time where Atty. Kim Namjoon asked you to take Jeon Jungkook as a patient, you’d immediately refuse. If only you knew what kind of a living hell that you will live when you work with him, you would never wish to see him standing in front of you from the first time.

You know that your life won’t be easy when you enter the industry that you are in right now. Life will put you on a test and see if you will survive. You in fact did, not knowing that you haven't even experienced half of what you're going through now in the hands of Jungkook.

You thought that Jungkook was already at his worst, but little did you know that he could deteriorate even further.

His weekly ‘sessions’ became almost every four days. His supposed 90-minute session stretched into a painful 2 hours, and that went on and on. You don’t know when he’ll stop with his madness.

You tried to convince him to stop, but every time you do it, he will always pull his card against you. It’s too much that you can’t take it any longer. You’re getting tired already and it’s consuming you. You’ve already reached the point where you think that what he’s doing to you right now is much worse than what you’d experience if he were to post the recordings you took in public.

If he can’t be convinced to stop, then you have to do something that will make him stop. You have to take action because if you let him continue to tie you up, you will no longer escape.

You put your both hands inside the pocket of the coat that you’re wearing right now. It’s getting colder because winter is just around the corner.

Jongno Police Station

The police station stood tall with a large reflective window that had a sense of transparency and modernity. There are people that passed by and police officers standing outside the glass door with cigarettes in their mouth.

You took a deep breath before you took a step towards the entrance.

“Hello, may I talk to detective Jung?” You speak to the male receptionist as you enter the station.

“For what reason?”

“I just have to report something about the case he’s handling. I am Y/F/N and a psychiatrist.” You gave him your ID and when he looked at it, he kept on shifting his gaze to you and to the ID.

“Wait for a while. I’ll call detective Jung.”

You sit in the waiting area as you wait for the person you’re looking for. The receptionist is on a call and you notice that he keeps on glancing at you while he speaks with detective Jung, as you guess.

When you saw detective Jung approaching you, wearing a denim black jacket with his ID, you stood up to greet him.

“Good afternoon, Detective Jung. I apologize for showing up unannounced but I just have to talk to you about something.” You greet as you extend your hand.

He shook your hand as he smiled so wide, like a ball of sunshine.

“That’s okay. Come, let's talk inside.”

Detective Jung's office was a place for investigating, featuring a comfy leather chair and a sturdy oak desk in the middle. The walls showed years of hard work with awards, old news articles about big cases, and a bulletin board filled with clues and suspects.

He was the one who handled Jungkook’s case, and he’s with Atty. Kim Namjoon when they bring Jungkook to your clinic, asking for you to take him as a patient.

A decision you wish you never made.

“So, what brings you here?” Detective Jung asks you when you already settled down on his leather couches.

“I’ll go straight to the point, Sir. I’d like to talk about Jeon Jungkook, the one you want me to handle as a patient, do you remember?” Detective Jung smiles before nodding so you continue. “He’s responsible for his mother’s death.”

You explained thoroughly on how it happened and he carefully listened to you. It's the first time you’ve talked to anyone regarding this manner and it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from your shoulder. You wanted to burst out when you explained to him about your situation but you strengthened yourself and went further.

Telling him gave you a sense of relief because you never expect that you’d come to this, reporting him. You know that the situation may escalate when Jungkook finds out that you’ve reported him but you don’t care anymore. What he’s doing to you is worse than the backlash you’ll experience if the recordings went public. There is nothing worse than dealing with him.

You ask for a restraining order against Jungkook and Detective Jung assures that Jungkook will pay for his crime.

You wanted to cry. You should’ve reported him a long time ago but you were overtaken by fear. You were scared of what could happen to you when Jungkook decided to carry out his threat but you can’t live your life with fear forever.

There are several ways that you can do if the recordings go public. Ask for the help of a security specialist, confront your patients regarding the situation and even report Jungkook with what he did.

You should focus on eliminating Jeon Jungkook in your life now, and deal with the consequences later.

You’ve strengthened yourself with the situation that can happen. Asking Detective Jung for help gave you strength and encouragement to stand up against Jungkook.

He may be a psychopath but you’re Y/N, and you’re greater than him.

Or that’s what you thought.

Your hopes and courage crumble at your feet as Jungkook visits you the same day.

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Fallin' All In You (Part 2) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda Maximoff since you were children. She was the shy and exceptionally beautiful twin sister of your best friend, Pietro. For the most part, you two never interacted, but that changes when against your better judgment, you begin to develop feelings for the girl.

Warnings: Only cursing for now

Note: Hey, guys! Sorry for the long wait as I had no time to write the past few months. College and personal issues have kept me busy, but here's the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Word count: 5,936

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Wednesday arrived quickly, and you had offered to drive the twins to school. However, their mother had insisted on taking them herself, at least for their first day. So, instead, you patiently waited at the double-door entrance until their mother's familiar car pulled up. Pietro left the car first, walking towards you.

"I think I'm really going to enjoy this school," he declared, eyes roaming the figure of one of your soccer teammates, and you lightly shoved him.

"Get your head out of the gutter, Piet," you reprimanded him. Yet, your actions betrayed you when your own gaze landed on his sister. A sight that had left you gawking like an idiot.

The Maximoff girl was wearing a red mid-thigh dress, a leather jacket on top, combat boots with black knee-high socks, her neck was adorned with necklaces and her fingers like before with multiple rings, and finally, her long brunette hair tied up in a ponytail. She looked utterly breathtaking. You were sure you weren't the only one awestruck.

"Only if you do the same," Pietro whispered to himself.

"What? D- Did you say something?" you asked, gulping and hoping he didn't notice you checking his sister out.

"I said we need to get our schedules. Come on."

He grabbed Wanda's wrist as she stopped next to him. You exchanged a quick smile with her before taking the two to the front office to get their schedules. You discovered you shared four classes with Pietro and three with Wanda; one was with both twins. Even though you were thrilled you would be able to have classes with Pietro, the fact that you'd also see Wanda intensified your euphoria.

One of your classes with Pietro was your second-period physical education class. You couldn't talk much during the class, considering the teacher split the girls and boys for basketball. However, you compensated in your following class, which was history. You sat together in the back of the room, goofing off. You were lucky your history teacher was chill.

Your fourth-period class was art, which you had with Wanda. The brunette girl seemed so lost when she walked into the room, not knowing where to sit since she had no friends in the class. You knew Wanda had anxiety, so as soon as you caught her eye, you smiled and waved her over to the seat in front of you. You wished you could have spoken to her during class, but she seemed so concentrated on her work that you would have hated interrupting her.

After that class, the three of you went to lunch together, sitting outside at one of the tables. You were talking to Pietro when you were abruptly interrupted by two hands landing on your shoulders before blazing red hair came into view and lips pressed against your cheek. An immediate grin covered your lips as the redhead sat next to you.

Pietro raised an eyebrow at you quizzically while Wanda stared at the redhead. Of course, you know what it looked like, but you were being entirely truthful when you said Natasha was your friend. I mean, you two did kiss freshman year when you were exploring your sexuality, but it was only that one time. Besides, Natasha was dating Steve, another one of your friends.

"Guys, this is Natasha Romanoff. Natasha, these are Pietro and Wanda Maximoff." You gestured as you spoke.

"Oh, so you're the famous Maximoffs. Y/N has told me so much about you." She put her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her palm.

"Good things, I hope." Pietro winked at her with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes. God, he was such a flirt.

"Don't even try, Piet. She has a boyfriend," you interjected before he could embarrass himself further.

"Maybe you should have mentioned that before, don't you think, Y/N," he whined, covering his face with his hands, causing you to giggle.

Natasha looked at you with a smug smile. "You were talking about me?" she elbowed you gently on your side, "I feel so special."

You chuckled at her playfulness. "Piet asked if we were dating."

"Sadly, no. I tried, but Y/N is the one that got away." She sighed overdramatically, causing you and Pietro to laugh.

You bumped her shoulder, still laughing, "Shut up before Steve hears you."

Your laughter died down when you looked over to Wanda, who mindlessly moved her food around, looking like she'd rather be elsewhere. You really hated that Wanda wasn't enjoying herself as much as you were, and you wished there was something you could do or say to make her feel better but came up blank. Natasha also noticed Wanda's withdrawn mood and decided to help.

"So, Wanda," she waited for the said girl to look at her before she continued, "Y/N tells me you're an incredibly skilled artist."

Wanda glanced at you with doubt. You talked to Natasha about her even though you weren't friends? When Natasha mentioned you had told her much about them, she figured she was referring to only Pietro but was trying to be friendly.

She was quiet momentarily as she looked at your barely visible red face since you had lowered your head. Then she realized Natasha was waiting for an answer. "I wouldn't say I'm incredibly skilled. More like okay," she downplayed, embarrassed by the attention.

Pietro scoffs, "Lies, sistra. Don't downplay yourself like that. You're a wonderful artist. Not just anyone is chosen to make the school mural." Wanda blushed at his praise but smiled nonetheless, grateful for his supportiveness.

Natasha coaxed Wanda to talk for the rest of lunch by asking her questions. Eventually, Wanda answered with all the confidence in the world and joked around with Natasha. She became even more comfortable when some of her friends joined you at lunch.

Afterward, you, Natasha, and Wanda walked to your science class together. Unfortunately, since Natasha was your table partner, Wanda wasn't able to sit next to you. Though you knew she'd be okay when you noticed Wanda's best friend, Monica Rambeau.

You saw Pietro once again in your sixth-period math class. Your math teacher, Mr. Grayson, soon discovered how troubling making you and Pietro were together after interrupting the class with laughter multiple times. After many glares and a verbal warning, you both decided to quiet down, not wanting to get detention.

In your next period, you didn't have either of the twins. However, Natasha and Steve were there. Considering how sickening they could be together, you weren't sure if it was a good thing.

It wasn't until the last class that you saw both twins again. Two of Wanda's friends, Shuri and Peter, were also in the class. Since you sat in the back row, there was enough room for all of you. Pietro was on your left, and Wanda was next to him, followed by her friends.

You became excited the moment you laid your eyes on the whiteboard. Your teacher was assigning a partner project; by the looks of it, one would have to be a group of three. Usually, you'd be annoyed, considering you weren't friends with anyone in your class. Of course, you liked Shuri and Peter, but they always paired together. But now that Pietro was there, you figured you'd work together. Of course, you wouldn't mind Wanda, but you were sure your recent nervousness would get the best of you.

Your suspicions were only confirmed when you peeked at the girl from under your eyelashes. She spoke to her friends, showing her perfect side profile and composed posture. You couldn't help your wandering eyes as they lowered, settling on a patch of exposed skin from her thigh accentuated by her crossed legs.

You swallowed thickly, face on fire from shame and attraction at the tantalizing sight. An inescapable weight settled on your chest, threatening to constrict your lungs until you could no longer breathe.

There was only one way to prevent the eventual humiliation of hyperventilation: to look away. Yet, you struggled to do so. God, you were such a creep, you thought as you turned away with a sigh. But, you weren't allowed time to dwell in shame as class began.

"Hello, class. First off, I would like to welcome our two new students, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff." She motioned to the two before continuing, "Okay, class, as you can see on the board, you are being paired for an out-of-class project. Usually, we read a book as a class and individually write weekly chapter summaries, but I decided to change it up a little to make it more fun and collaborative. In this assignment, there will be no weekly summaries. Instead, it will be an analysis paper and a short presentation. Unfortunately, the last time you chose your partners, it didn't work out too well, so I have assigned them myself," she announced, eliciting collective grunts of protest from all of you. Well, there goes your plan of working with Pietro.

She brushed you off before calling out who would be working with whom. "Pietro Maximoff and Jimmy Woo." As much as you were praying to get him as your partner, you couldn't help but laugh at his luck. He was probably hoping to get one of the girls as his partner. Not that Jimmy was a bad partner; you thought he was funny.

She went on with other names, and you only perked up once she called your name, "Y/N, you will be working with… Wanda Maximoff."

Despite your newfound nervousness around Wanda, you internally perked at the thought of spending more time with the girl. Although you weren't sure if she felt the same, considering the adorable frown that adorned her face. Maybe she thought it would be awkward just the two without Pietro.

When she finished listing partners, she began going into depth over the expectations for the assignment. "I will allow you to choose a novel with a film adaptation, school-appropriate, of course. Before beginning, come to me for approval. I want you all to do different books and remember that it is first come, first serve." She gave everyone in the front row a rubric on the project to pass back. "For this assignment, I want you to write a literary analysis paper and compare the effectiveness of each medium in presenting the story. You will also need to create a five-minute presentation covering the points of your essay.

Your head throbbed at all the work you would have to do, considering she wasn't giving you time during class. Your only consolation rested on the five-week deadline given to complete the assignment besides the brief paragraph due tomorrow on the expectations of each medium. Besides, you were sure to finish with Wanda as your partner in no time.

From the look of it, the rest of the class was less eased by the deadline. Most wore expressions of annoyance.

Soon enough, the bell rang, indicating the end of school, and your teacher dismissed you all.

You and Pietro walked out of the classroom, Wanda lingering behind with Shuri and Peter.

"Is your mom picking you up? I can give you a quick ride home before practice starts," you offered, taking a quick look at Wanda as she departed from her friends and continued towards you both.

"No, that's okay. Mom is picking us up," he assured, wrapping his arm around Wanda's shoulders. "Are you coming over later?"

"Uh, yeah, after practice." You looked at Wanda, who scrolled through her phone. "Hey, Wanda," you called softly, gaining her attention. "If you don't have anything planned, we can start on the assignment," you suggested.

"Yeah, that's fine," she agreed, wanting to finish it as soon as possible. She figured that the faster you completed the work, the less time she spent with you making a fool out of herself.

"Okay, perfect. See you later, guys." You waved at them, leaving for the locker rooms to change before practice.

It wasn't until nearly six that you could go to the Maximoff household. You spent a while with Pietro in his room before deciding to get started with Wanda.

You stood outside her door; an overwhelming feeling of nervousness had taken over, causing your palms to sweat profusely and your heart rate to accelerate to an uncomfortable pace. You couldn't recall the last time you had been alone in a room with Wanda for more than three minutes. Not even in silence. It made you feel like an ashole for not trying harder to get along with your best friend's sister. Maybe it'd be easier to deal with your crush if you had. With a last sigh, you knocked on the door, prepared to face Wanda.

"Come in," her sweet voice called.

You slowly opened the door only to reveal a more casual Wanda lying on her stomach as she read a book. Gone was the alluring back dress replaced by a long-sleeved shirt and sweats.

"Hey," you called from the entrance, capturing her attention.

She quickly got up onto her knees and spoke. "Hey, Y/N. Come in."

As you tentatively entered Wanda's room, a feeling of apprehension crept over you. Uncertain of where to stand or sit, you lingered nervously near the entrance. It wasn't until Wanda kindly motioned towards her desk chair that you finally felt a slight sense of ease.

"Thanks." You sat and retrieved your notebook from your backpack. "Alright, do you have any book suggestions?" you asked, getting straight to the point. You thought it'd be less awkward once you started working on the assignment.

"A few, but I'm not sure they're to your liking."

"Shoot," you responded for her to continue.

Wanda stood from her bed and removed books from the shelf as she had named them. "Okay, I have The Great Gatsby, Pride & Prejudice, and oh, The Perks of Being Wallflower," she quipped excitedly, causing your heart to melt.

"No, Percy Jackson?" you asked, nodding to the poster on the wall.

She scoffed, "God, no! The movie is a total wreck. I understand you have to change certain things to fit the big screen, but seriously, did they have to remove the best parts, especially the fight with Ares," she ferociously shook her head in disdain forgetting your presence, and you pursed your lips to contain the laughter that wanted to breakthrough too entertained by her passionate ranting. "Anyways, I only liked the casting for Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, but they had to ruin it with their horrible script. Seriously…"

Despite your great effort, you couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped your lips. You were quick to disguise it as a cough, but the harm was done. Wanda stared at you wide-eyed with flaring red cheeks.

Though you thoroughly enjoyed how the color brightened her skin, you didn't want her to feel like you were laughing at her, so you nodded vigorously, "Honestly, how could they ruin it that bad? And oh, don't get me started on Sea of Monsters. Why the hell was Kronos there? I'm glad they didn't remake any other books. "

"You like Percy Jackson?" Wanda asked, a bit stunned at your knowledge of said book series.

You hum, "I discovered my love of Greek mythology through Percy Jackson. Just don't tell Pietro. He'll probably make fun of me."

"I would know," Wanda jokes, and you both chuckle. "So, we agree that Percy Jackson is a no-go since we'd never finish writing about everything wrong. Do you have any suggestions?"

"I don't spend much time reading since I rarely have the time, but I can say I enjoyed reading The Silence of the Lambs and Carrie," you said thoughtfully.

Wanda scrunched her nose cutely in distaste at your choices. "Sorry, I'm not good with horror."

"It's okay. We can do one of yours," you offered with a shrug, not caring.

"Really?" You nodded. "Pride & Prejudice?" Wanda asked, hopeful at your response.

"I'm sure it's amazing. You are recommending it, after all."

"Alright then, do you want to start on the individual paragraph? That way, we can turn them in tomorrow." You agreed, taking out your notebook and pen from your school bag.

Wanda was finishing her paragraphs when you interrupted the silence.

"I'm glad we're partners."

Wanda's hand stopped mid-sentence, and she slowly lifted her head to look at you. Her eyebrows scrunched in an adorable way when she asked, "Really?"

"Yeah, I usually end up doing all the work, but I'm sure you wouldn't do that." You wanted to tell her it wasn't the only reason, but you didn't want to make her uncomfortable. The slight smile on her lips gave you momentary courage, and you allowed yourself to tell her how you felt. "There's- uh, there's another reason." Wanda looked at you expectantly. "Even though Pietro and I have been friends since kindergarten, you and I have rarely talked or anything. I want to change that," you rushed, pausing to breathe. "I- If you're okay with it, I'd like to take this opportunity to know you better. I know it might be weird since I waited this long to do this, but honestly, I thought you hated me."

Wanda felt taken aback by your confession. "I don't hate you, Y/N," Wanda interrupted with a frown. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. You just kind of always left or ignored me," you rushed out, embarrassed.

"I wasn't ignoring you, Y/N," Wanda stated earnestly but with a hint of fondness. She indeed loved this flustered version of you. Your stuttering and deep blush made her heart skip. "You and Pietro were always so energetic and doing all these crazy things. I just thought I would be ruining your fun." It was her turn to look down in embarrassment.

"You wouldn't have," you quickly reassured. "Wanda, the amount of trouble Pietro and I could have avoided if you were there," you joked, causing her to laugh. "We can't do anything about the past, only what's ahead of us, so what do you say, Wanda? Friends?"

"Friends," Wanda agreed, sending you a smile that caused your stomach to twist into knots.

"In that case, do you plan on going to the soccer game on Tuesday?" you casually asked before adding, "I know you don't like soccer. I remember you always found a way of being excused when we played soccer during elementary school. Man, you hated P.E., huh? I think the only thing I saw you remotely enjoy was kickball 'cause you were benched most of the time."

"You remember that?" Wanda questioned, astonished you had remembered something like that.

"Yeah, well, you did tell Pietro it was just a bunch of idiots running after a ball." You chuckled. "And you know you're right, but still, If you come," you point to yourself, "this idiot will make it worth your while," you promised, biting your lip expectantly as you watched the brunette girl lower her gaze with a blush.

"And how would you do that?" she challenged, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

You pursed your lips and grabbed your chin, thinking. How about I dedicate every goal I make to you? Does that sound about right?"

You didn't think Wanda's face could be redder than it was, but you were proven wrong as the color intensified at your words. With a nervous chuckle, Wanda stated, "That sounds very self-assured. How do you even know you'll score anything?"

"I firmly believe that anything is possible with the right motivation. So how about it?"

"Alright, I'll be there." She shook her head at your shit-eating grin. "We should actually do some work now."

You left the Maximoff household not long after. You parked your car in your driveway, still smiling like an idiot, thrilled that Wanda had accepted your proposal, though you would have to be sure to score during the game. You remained in the same state, replaying the conversation with Wanda until it dawned on you, the implications of your promise becoming clear.

"Oh, my God! Was I flirting with Wanda?"

You didn't make those types of promises to any girl, right? You were confused because you had never been interested enough in a girl to flirt with them. Now, here you were, flirting with none other than your best friend's sister. You rested your forehead on the steering wheel and took a deep breath, deciding it was a problem to dwell on another day.

The next day, your nervousness from the previous day was replaced by excitement. The only class you could freely talk with Wanda was art, so you decided to take advantage. You made it your mission to make her laugh at your stupid jokes during class. You were lucky that your art teacher didn't care as long as you were doing your work.

Lunch was also different, as Steve, Natasha's boyfriend, joined your group. He and Wanda hit off quickly, bonding over their love for Harry Potter and their incredible art skills; you thought it was adorable.

Then there was Natasha, asking Pietro if he was attending the game, to which he promptly answered, "I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world. What kind of friend would I be." He shook his head in denial at the simple thought.

You raised your eyebrow knowingly, "You sure it has nothing to do with eyeing my teammates?"

He dramatically sighed, raising his hand to his chest, feigning hurt, "Your accusation wounds me, Y/N. When have I ever ditched you for another girl?" He tried to keep a serious expression but eventually burst out in laughter at your incredulous stare. You rolled your eyes as you and Natasha joined him.

"How about you, Wanda?" Natasha interrupted Steve and Wanda after they settled down. "Are you going to the game tomorrow?"

"Oh, please. My sister hates soccer. I'm sure she'd rather stay home reading her romance books."

You bit your lip anxiously. Even though Wanda had agreed to attend the game the night before, you couldn't help but feel insecure about her response. What if she had changed her mind? A soft tap on your leg under the table brought you out of your thoughts. You immediately knew Wanda had sensed your uneasiness, and it was her way of soothing your thoughts.

"Well, you thought wrong. I'll be there." Pietro looked at her suspiciously, resisting the urge to do the same to you. "School spirit." She shrugged, throwing you a discrete mischievous smile that caused you to look down in delight.

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The atmosphere buzzed with excitement from the eager spectators, ready to demonstrate their support. The crowd's chatter reached your ears as you warmed up in the field. It was a sound you've learned to love as it pumped you up for the game and motivated you to give it your all. However, on this occasion, it wasn't just the crowd that had you giddy with excitement.

Your eyes wandered to the stands, searching for a certain green-eyed brunette, and you quickly found her sitting next to her twin and Steve in the lower row of the stands. You waved at the three, eyes lingering on Wanda as your coach called your teammates over.

Your teammates huddled with your coach, giving a brief motivational speech before your team got into the 3-4-3 formation; you, Natasha, and Monica Rambeau were the forwards. Natasha, who was also the team captain, walked towards the referee and the captain of the other team, and a quick coin toss determined your team would begin the game.

The whistle blew, and your redhead friend kicked the ball. The first 15 minutes of the game were uneventful, the ball traveling back and forth on the field. Then, you saw an opportunity when you found yourself nearing the goal area. You'd only have to bypass two defenders. Natasha was open to your left. Even though you knew you could easily pass the two girls, you passed the ball to Natasha, who scored the game's first goal. After all, it was a team game, and you reasoned you had enough time to fulfill your promise.

True enough, another chance arose seven minutes later when Monica kicked you the ball. Adrenaline coursed your body, heightening your senses, and your mind raced, assessing the terrain. The crowd's screams increase the closer you run, some in delight, others in protest. You sprinted forward, only slowing down as a defender barreled towards you from the right. You tapped the ball with the side of your right foot in a split second, sending the ball between the girl's legs. You resumed your attack, and in an instant, the ball soared past the goalie's hands into the top right corner of the net. You scored a goal. Not just any goal; it was a goal for Wanda.

You could hear the crowd cheer as Natasha embraced you, but you only cared about Wanda's reaction. You looked at the crowd, seeing Pietro and Steve cheering for you. Contrarily to the two boys, Wanda remained silent, but she had a visible soft smirk on her lips. The intimacy of the act was far more encouraging than the boisterous cheers that surrounded you, and you knew you had to score more.

The first half was almost over, and you found yourself with the ball in the penalty area after a girl charged at you, sending you to the ground. A raging pain surged in your hand and wrist as you landed wrong. You gasped and held your arm to your chest as you continued to lay on the floor. Natasha, Monica, and another teammate, Maria Hill, rushed to check on you.

As players and the referee surrounded you, Wanda observed your unmoving figure from the stands with bated breath. She clasped her hands, anxiety growing in her chest the longer you stayed down. It wasn't until you rolled onto your back and used your left arm to move into a sitting position with Natasha's help that she could breathe.

You could see how you clenched your hand and nodded in assurance as the referee, and you discussed. You finally raised to your feet, using only your left arm for support, which Wanda noticed, as well as keeping your right hand close to your stomach. Despite her worry for you, the game continued as you prepared for a penalty kick.

You inhaled deeply, disregarding the pain in your wrist, and instead concentrated on where to direct the ball. In a swift motion, you once again sent the ball to the end of the net. Euphoria filled your body at your accomplishment. Ready for Wanda's rewarding smile, you turned towards the girl, but she wasn't smiling this time. Instead, the brunette's face is twisted into a frown. You realized she was worried you were hurt as you noticed her eyes lower to your right wrist.

Hoping she could read lips, you muttered, "I'm fine," and smiled at her. You can see her anguish diminished at your reassurance. Next to Wanda, her brother and Steve were too busy celebrating to notice your interaction.

The game resumed for the remaining minutes of the first half before you went on a break. During the next half of the game, the opposing team is reinvigorated and scored on your team. However, it doesn't faze your team because soon after, Monica scores. In the game's last minutes, you scored the final goal with Maria's help, closing the game at 5-2.

A cheerful roar echoed throughout the field at your team's victorious outcome. Natasha wrapped her arms around you in a bone-crushing hug before some of your teammates joined her. You were beyond ecstatic knowing you had scored three goals for Wanda.

You look where they were seated. Pietro fervently shook his sign in the air while Steve gave you both a thumbs up. Then there was Wanda, bashfully smiling at you, uncaring if anyone saw. You wanted to go and boast about your achievement but knew you'd have to wait a moment. Your coach congratulated you, and after you chatted with a few members of the other team, you left to the stands, eager to go to Wanda.

You nearly sprinted when you were finally free. Wanda, Pietro, and Steve stood together at the foot of the stands, waiting for you and Natasha. The moment Pietro realized you were approaching, he began cheering.

"Here they come—the stars of the game!" Pietro exaggerated, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing. "You know, I thought you were joking about being good, but I can admit, I was mistaken."

"Shut up." You pushed him away, rolling your eyes.

"It's true. I enjoyed watching you play. Even Wanda, who hates soccer, did, right sistra?" Pietro wrapped his other arm around his sister, and you waited for her answer.

"Yeah, it was fun," she replied nonchalantly.

"You two were amazing. Though I'm a bit biased when I say you were the best Nat," he praised his girlfriend, and she reached up to kiss him.

"Uhh, gross," you groaned, taking Natasha's hand and pulling her along, "We have to freshen up quickly, okay."

Natasha finishes before you and tells you Steve is waiting to take her home. You took longer examining your hurting wrist and concluded that icing would be enough. By the time you were done, the sun had already begun its descent, casting hues of pink and orange in the sky. You trailed back to where you had left your friends, but as you got closer, you could only see Wanda absentmindedly kicking the grass to distract herself.

"Hey," you greeted, playing with the strap of your bag, unsuccessfully searching for Pietro. However, you appreciated his absence because it allowed you to be alone with Wanda.

"Hey," she responded, tightening her arms around herself to retain heat against the frigid breeze that clashed against her skin.

"Here, put this on," you offered her your soccer hoodie, taking it out of your bag.

"Oh, no. That's not necessary," she rejected your offer, shaking her head in embarrassment at the idea of wearing your hoodie, nonetheless one with your name.

"Come on, Wanda. You're out here freezing because I asked you to my game. It's the least I can do," you insisted, nearly shoving the warm cloth in her arms and dissolving her reluctance.

Wanda slipped into your hoodie, a sigh of contentment falling from her lips at the warmth that enveloped her body. "Thank you."

"No problem." You grinned, loving the sight of her wearing your hoodie. "So, ah, where's Pietro."

"He went after one of your teammates. He said he'd be back, but we both know that's not happening."

"Wow, he's such a dick. He was supposed to be here for me, and not to mention he left you here all alone." you indignantly accused.

Wanda shrugged her shoulders, "I don't mind. He asked if I was fine before he left. Besides, I can walk home. It's not that far."

You scoff, "Absolutely not. I'm driving you home." You grasped her hand, leaving no room for rejection, and led her to your car in the parking lot. You unlocked your car and opened the passenger door for her before taking your place.

You pulled out of the parking lot, glancing at Wanda with a grin. "What did you think about the game? Was it worth it?"

Wanda pursed her lips, thinking, "Hmm, I guess it wasn't that bad. Natasha and Monica were phenomenal," she teased.

You played along, narrowing your eyes, offended, "What do you mean, Natasha and Monica? What about me? I scored three goals for you."

"Mhm, you were decent, I guess," Wanda declared mischievously, causing you to gasp out loud. Then, she burst out in laughter at your dramatics, and you joined her, not resisting the melodic sound. "Okay, I'll admit I'm impressed. I never thought you would be good at anything other than causing trouble."

"Wow, straight to my heart Maximoff. Maybe it's a good thing we weren't friends before because, with how you treat me, I'm sure my self-esteem would be down to the floor."

"Pardon me for not stroking your already enormous ego." You both laughed, and Wanda's eyes fell to your wrist on your lap. Wanda took a serious tone and questioned, "How's your hand? You feel hard on it. Does it still hurt?" She gently grabbed your wrist, examining for any visible harm.

"Uhm, no. I'm fine." She raised an eyebrow unbelievingly, and you playfully rolled your eyes. "Alright, on a scale of 1 to 10, the pain is about a 4. Nothing severe. I'll ice it when I get home, and hopefully, it gets better," you reassured her, pulling into her driveway.

Wanda was still too busy looking at your swollen wrist, and her concern warmed your heart.

"Honestly, thank you for being there today. It means so much to me, and I hope you'll be there for more," you confessed.

"Really?" Wanda questioned lowly, her thumb grazing your wrist.

Your eyes locked on the gentle movement as you answered, "Mhm if you want, I'll keep scoring for you."

She gently sat your hand down. "Then, you'll have to do it for all your games. Are you sure you can keep a promise like that?" Wanda asked, head tilting, making your stomach turn. You were sure you had never seen anything more attractive.

"For you anything," you replied absentmindedly, eyes shooting wide open when you realized what you said. "I-I mean, I don't mind. I'm just that good, you know. I think I proved that well enough today, don't you think? I think I did. Three goals, right? No one else did that," you babbled, wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

"Right," Wanda responded, holding back a smile. "And since you offered so nicely, I'll keep attending your games."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

A comfortable silence settled in the car as your eyes locked with Wanda's forest-green eyes. As you scanned her beautiful orbs, you noticed the gold and blue flecks in them, which further enchanted you. The atmosphere was filled with an unknown tension that caused your heart to race and your body to burn. Your eyes flicker to her lips, and you consider what they'd feel like on your own or if they'd taste as heavenly as her sweet aroma.

You feel a magnetic force propelling you forward, closer to her lips. Any sense of restraint was banished from your mind as you surrendered to the desire that had tormented your thoughts since you saw her at the airport.

Wanda licked her lips in anticipation, charmed by your flirtatious words and attractive looks.

You were mere seconds away from getting your wish when the sound of a closing door pulled you apart. You nervously chuckled while Wanda fidgeted, looking anywhere but at you. The magic surrounding you seconds ago disappeared altogether, leaving behind suffocating awkwardness.

"Thank you for the ride, Y/N. See you later." She forced a smile, clearly uncomfortable, and left the car.

"No problem." You watched her until she entered her home. Then, you banged your head on the headrest with a groan, "Stupid." What the hell were you doing? Were you about to kiss her?

If your feelings for Wanda weren't clear, they indeed were now. You were crazy for her and didn't know what to do. She was your best friend's sister, after all. Maybe you could talk to Pietro?

A million questions ran through your head as you drove home.

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yawne, paysyul, oare

neteyam sully x fem!navi!reader

summary : Y/N and Neteyam discovered the underlying feelings for each other back in the Omatikaya Clan and now their love must survive the Metkayina.

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“Has Y/N been around here?” Neteyam walked into the tent where Kiri was tending to wounded hunters.

“No. Check the forest.” Kiri replied, continuing to patch up a male Na’vi’s shoulder. Neteyam did as Kiri said and found Y/N not in the trees, but in the river. She was catching little fish and releasing them after she gave them quick pats.

“What are you doing down here, Nete?” Y/N splashed him as he got closer to her, still on the forest floor. “I thought I could finally have peace from you and Lo’ak.”

“Never, my paysyul.” Neteyam put a foot in the water and jumped back from the chilling sensation. “How are you standing in this cold river?”

“I got used to it. Now, what do you want?”

“I can’t want to see my favorite person?” Y/N gave him a “really” look. “Ok, there is a “hunt”, and my father asked me to get you.”

“Oh, I was chosen by the Toruk Makto. Should I be feeling special?” Y/N teased as Neteyam assisted Y/N out of the water by keeping her body steady as she hopped to the forest floor.

“You’re chosen every time, I am afraid.” Neteyam responded, and Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved him away.

“I know, skxawng.” They trekked back up to camp, and Neteyam’s parents waited patiently at their tent for Y/N and Neteyam. “Oh, mighty Toruk Makto, I am so blessed to have been chosen for this once in a lifetime opportunity. Thank you, sir.” Y/N gave a deep bow after her speech which caused Jake to snicker and Neytiri and Neteyam to playfully roll their eyes.

“Hello, Y/N.” Jake greeted the young girl that has unknowingly captured his eldest son’s heart. “Let’s go over the plan.” He led her into his tent, and the two discussed strategy and tactics.

“My son, have you told her of your feelings?” Neytiri asked, and Neteyam just kept staring at Y/N from outside the tent.

“No.” Neteyam switched his gaze to look at his mother as she sighed.

Before Neytiri could provide advice for Neteyam, Y/N and Jake barreled out of the tent.

“I am so ready for this raid.” Y/N excitedly jumped and called for her Ikran, Malu.

“Be careful, Y/N! And don’t do anything I didn’t tell you to.” Jake instructed the reckless girl already flying away. Jake looked to Neytiri and Neteyam, “Go get your brother, your mother and I will get the warriors.”

Neteyam rushed to find Lo’ak which was easy considering he was sitting with Tuk and Kiri in the wounded tent. “Let’s go, Lo’ak. We’ve got a job.”

Lo’ak and Neteyam flew on their Ikrans to where Jake resided on the forest canopy above the train tracks, waiting for the train with supplies to come. Y/N was high in the sky, arrow out and ready to release one if needed. Y/N could hear the train screeching inch by inch nearer to the Na’vi who are about to blow the train up on Jake’s command.

Which was right about now. “Fire!”

On either side of the tracks, explosives were shot and blew up the train and destroyed the tracks. The Na’vi warriors quickly ran to the site and started scrummaging through the fallen supplies, and the chain of materials into the forest began.

Jake told his sons to stay in the sky and watch the perimeter and tell him if anything is around. Y/N was told to stay high as well, to not engage unless absolutely necessary.

“Come on, bro. Let’s go help.” Lo’ak begged his brother.

“No, Dad would skin us.” Neteyam argued and tried to find Y/N in the sky. No luck.

“Well, I’m going.” Lo’ak swooped down to the action, and Neteyam had no choice but to follow because he had to protect his little brother.

“Jake!” Y/N said over the comms. Neteyam became scared because of the tone she had.

“Y/N, what is it?” Jake paused his movements to focus on the girl.

“There is an aircraft coming our way, a big one. It -“ Y/N was cut off as she yelped when the plane shot at her.

“Y/N! Do you copy!” Jake urgently panicked. She shot at the pilot and hit the glass to obstruct his view.

“I am here.” Y/N responded and mentally told Malu to fly to the ground. Neteyam and Lo’ak were part of the assembly line and were trying not to be recognized by their parents. “What are you two idiots doing? I know Jake told you nimrods to stay out of the way.”

“We wanted to help.” Lo’ak says and hands a gun to the Na’vi warrior to the left of him.

“Move! Move!” The three heard then an explosion was sent off by the track farther down, and before Y/N could say “I told you so,” the plane shot at the ground where all the clan was, including Y/N, Lo’ak and Neteyam. The three started to run for safety, but a missile hit the metal next to them and caused Y/N to tumble down into wreckage.

“Y/N!” Neteyam shouted and tried to go back, but Lo’ak kept pushing him to the trees. “No!”

Neteyam didn’t have a moment to say anything else to stop Lo’ak as more bombs were dropped.

“Where’s Y/N?” Jake questioned over the comms, spotting his disobedient sons, but no reckless Na’vi girl who was always near when it regarded Neteyam.

“She got thrown into the debris.” Lo’ak informed his father as Neteyam paced in circles, worried over Y/N. Neytiri and other warriors finally shot every person in the aircraft and eliminated anymore ammunition coming to the scene.

Jake searched the area and found the knife Y/N always had slung around her torso on top of some torn metal. He knocked over the pieces and called her name with no response. He dug through the rubble deeper and located Y/N. He dragged her up and once she out, he threw her over his shoulders and carried her to the sidelines.

He gently placed her on the dirt and slapped her face. “Y/N. Wake up. Come on.” Her eyes opened and a cough escaped her mouth. “That’s it.”

“Jakey.” Y/N weakly said. Neteyam hurried over to her. “Nete, too. Isn’t this a dream?”

“Cracking jokes while injured is not very smart.” Jake scolded yet he smiled at the girl beneath him. Neytiri landed from her Ikran on the ground beside them. “She needs to see a medic.”

“I am fine.” Y/N attempted to sit up, but ultimately couldn’t because of the nasty cut on her lower back. “Nevermind, Neytiri please take me.”

Neytiri snorted and hauled Y/N on to her Ikran and set off to the mountain base. Jake now focused his attention on his sons as they looked down, guilty.

“We’re talking about this when we get back.” Jake says. Neteyam didn’t care about getting in trouble, all he wanted was to know if Y/N was fine. The ride back felt like a million years for Neteyam.

He heard Y/N before he saw her. She was laughing loudly from inside the tent. Neteyam opened the curtain and there Y/N was being stitched up by Kiri. “Neteyam. My sweet yawne, I was just telling your sister how you left me to die.” Y/N faked slumping over, but Kiri, annoyed, held her up and smacked Y/N’s head. “I think she secretly wishes for my demise.”

“Not secretly.” Kiri finished the stitch and ordered Y/N to leave. “Don’t tear those, please.”

“So, you don’t want me dead?” Y/N flirted.

Kiri closed the curtain, “Out!”

Y/N chuckled and Neteyam swore he never he heard something so beautiful. Y/N took his hand and guided him to a private mountain cave where the two spent most nights talking. It was filled with rugs, blankets, and other trinkets they had brought each time they returned.

“This scar is going to be so cool. Don’t you think, Nete?” Y/N twirled for him, and Neteyam blushed after he found himself staring too long at a certain lower body part.

“Yes. One big line.” Neteyam plopped onto a tiny cushion and sprawled his legs. Y/N stuck her tongue out at him and went between his legs to sit. Her back to his chest.

Y/N leaned her head back into his chest, “Why can’t you just admit I am so much cooler than you?”

“I don’t like lying, my paysyul.” Y/N giggled at him.

“You’re a cruel man, Nete.” Y/N smiled at Neteyam and shifted to be facing him. His fingers trailed up and down her back, and Y/N closed her eyes in contentment. Neteyam took note of the darkness under her shut eyes and frowned.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“A good 2 nights ago.” Y/N didn’t open her eyes because she didn’t want to witness the disappointed face Neteyam would have. It reminded her of Neytiri. “Don’t be upset. I am alright.”

“No, you are not.” Neteyam stroked her hair and threaded his fingers in at her scalp. “You need rest, Y/N.”

“Not when so many people need you.” Y/N fought the Sully boy. “I can’t just let them down.”

“You won’t. Why do you believe that?”

Y/N didn’t want to tell him it was because she felt that she didn’t belong and that being there for everyone would make her accepted. She has felt like a burden since her mother, Ninat, died from a fatal gun shot to the heart when she was around three. Her father died back when HomeTree had been burned.

Y/N opened her eyes and glared into Neteyam’s. Y/N settled her hand on his neck and pulled him closer to her. “You worry too much.”

“I worry enough about the people I care for.”

“Stop caring for me.” Y/N mumbled as his head dropped lower to hers.

“I can’t.” The words were barely spoken. “You are all I think of. All the time.”

Y/N rested her other hand on his chest, “Why?”

“I think you know.”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

Instead of words, Neteyam feverishly kissed her and gripped her hips to grasp her onto his lap. Y/N’s lips were warm against his and her body molded to his like a perfect puzzle piece. Y/N moved her lips to his chin and kissed that area as Neteyam squeezed her body tighter to him. Y/N kissed down to his neck, and he threw his head back to give her more access. She sucked at the base of his neck and left a more blue patch. The hand she had on his neck maneuvered up his skull to pull his head back further so she could go up his neck easier.

But when Y/N pulled his braids, Neteyam basically grunted, “Y/N, fuck.” She breathed a laugh as she gave him another hickey under the cove of his ear. “My turn.”

“Nope.” Y/N held his face in place. “Not until you use your words and say why.”

Neteyam huffed, “I love you, Y/N. I am in love with you. Have been since the first day I met you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Precisely.” Y/N released his face and he immediately attacked her neck. She lightly hummed as he continued to kiss her neck. He began to suck at her sweet spot, right under her jawbone which made her breathlessly whisper, “Neteyam.”

Her fingers tugged at his hair again and he groaned into the skin of her neck. Y/N needed his lips back on hers so she tilted her head and reclaimed his mouth. Neteyam opened his mouth to allow Y/N more of him, and she took the opportunity. Neteyam slowly laid on his back and Y/N maintained contact. They didn’t stop until they heard the shouts of their names outside the cave. The two were knocked from their bliss and hurriedly fixed themselves before leaving the little sanctuary.

“There they are.” Kiri breathed a sigh of relief. Tuk and Spider were close behind Kiri as Neteyam and Y/N walked to them. “Dinner is ready.” The pair glanced briefly then just smiled and followed the others.

Discreetly, Neteyam positioned his hand on her back, avoiding the cut. She side eyed him and widened her eyes when she saw the marks she left. “Oh, my Eywa.”

“What?” Neteyam panicked.

“Those hickies are huge. Why is my tongue so strong?” Y/N got off topic, but was back to it after she looked at them again. “Ok, what do mine look like?”

Neteyam smirked, “Hot.” Y/N flicked his ear and caught up with Tuk. Neteyam laughed as he did the same.

“Finally.” Lo’ak said when he saw the four Na’vi and human approaching. “Where were you all?”

“We had to find these morons.” Kiri pushed past Lo’ak. Lo’ak squinted at Y/N and peered at her neck and looked to Neteyam.

“You are gonna be in so much trouble.” Lo’ak deviously said and made kissy faces at Y/N and Neteyam.

“Oh, shut up.” Y/N said and bumped him out of the way with Neteyam right behind her doing the same.

“How is your injury?” Jake asked Y/N when she got fruits next to him on the table. She wouldn’t make eye contact which made Jake confused. “Are you okay? Did Neteyam do something?”

Y/N snorted and answered, “It is fine, should be better by tomorrow. I am fine as well. Your son is a cuddly bug. He couldn’t hurt ol’ me.”

“Just checking.” Jake went back to Tuk and Neytiri and placed the fruits he got for them in their bowls. Y/N sighed as she traveled to Neteyam.

“Your father is concerned you have hurt me.”

“What?!” Neteyam urgently whispered.

“Chill. He was talking emotionally. He hasn’t seen the physical abuse you’ve done to me.” She playfully dropped dead and cowered from him.

“You joke too much.” Neteyam’s eyes lit up when she sat up closer to him.

Y/N jested, “Oh, but didn’t you say you love me?”

“No.” Neteyam denied and swallowed more of his Teylu. Y/N elbowed him and ate the bladder polyps she got from the table.

“Y/N, what happened to your neck?” Tuk innocently poked the girl’s hickey, and Y/N became alarmed and covered it when the whole family looked her and Neteyam’s way.

“Let me see.” Neytiri said and legged over to Y/N.

“No, no. It’s ok. Nothing is wrong.” Y/N urged and scooted into Neteyam.

“It could be dangerous.” Neytiri fought back and moved Y/N’s hand, and she gasped then transferred her glare to her son. “Neteyam.”

“What is it?” Jake stood in front of them then opened his mouth in an “O.” Y/N nervously laughed and tried to stand to escape, but Neteyam held her tail so he wouldn’t face his parents wrath alone. “Kids, out.”

Neteyam’s siblings ran out hollering with laughter.

“So, the weather?” Y/N tried.

“When did this happen?” Neytiri asked the teenagers.

“Earlier.” Neteyam responded to his mother who rubbed her forehead. “We didn’t even connect queues.”

“This is practically the same thing.” Jake joined in on Neytiri’s scolding session.

“I thought you wanted this.” Neteyam protested to his parents.

“We thought it would be gradual.” Jake says, and Y/N looked to Neteyam. “Well, there’s no stopping you two now, so be safe, and don’t be stupid around each other. Or gross. You are dismissed. And please don’t tear her stitches, Kiri will have everyones heads.”

The teens left the tent immediately and coursed back to the their secret hideout. As soon as Y/N knew no one could see them, she pushed Neteyam against the wall and brought his lips down to hers. Neteyam instantly kissed back and pulled Y/N into him. Their lips moved roughly and eventually Y/N was the one with her back to the wall.

“Neteyam.” Y/N moaned after he bit her lip a little which encouraged him to move his lips to her chest. She gripped his strong biceps and dug her nails into the flesh there. “Rutxe.”

Neteyam gave her lips one last peck before he murmured, “Do you genuinely want a sätare with me? Is this real?”

As Y/N lovingly stared into his golden eyes, she spoke, “I have never wanted anything more, Neteyam.” Y/N caressed his face lightly and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“You are extraordinary, my love.” Neteyam steered her to the blankets in the corner, and they laid down, Y/N curled into Neteyam’s arms.

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“I can’t believe you and my brother are now a thing.” Kiri complained as the group minus Neteyam climbed and jumped across branches.

“Sorry, you’re not my only love anymore.” Y/N blew a kiss to Kiri and helped Tuk over a massive vine. “I know you’re jealous.”

“As if, Y/N.” Kiri ventured off on her own as the rest of the crew explored the area. The trip was cut short though after Lo’ak reminded them they would be in trouble if they didn’t get back before eclipse. As Tuk, Lo’ak, and Y/N traveled ahead, Spider went to grab Kiri.

Before they could truly begin their journey home, Lo’ak spotted huge boot prints. “That definitely isn’t native Na’vi. Sky people.”

“We definitely have to go now.” Y/N said and pushed the rest of the group onward. “Go, guys!”

A twig snapped near them and Y/N’s ear twitched as she looked to where the noise came from. The others stopped when Y/N did, and she rolled her eyes. As Y/N was going to resume the trek, a hand snatched her hair and dragged her to the leaves below them. Lo’ak attempted to help but got caught by another hand. All five of them got captured by the foreign Avatars in military clothing.

“Look what we have here.” A military man heckled. He approached Y/N and used his finger to inspect her face. She couldn’t squirm away, so she spat at his face. He tumbled back slightly, but regained balance and Y/N was met with a swat to the face. “You are a Na’vi bitch and you have comms. Definitely Sully’s.” He noticed about Kiri, “This one has five fingers.” He turned his attention to Lo’ak who kept hissing at the person holding him. “You do too. English?”

Lo’ak slowly put his hands up just to flip him off. “What do we do, boss?” Some soldier asked.

“We wait, he’ll come soon enough for his children.” It was a long process for Jake to hint his arrival to the captured children.

Y/N awaited her saviors painfully since the person holding her down had his knee in her back the entire time and her neck held back. Soon enough, an arrow hit a man on the outskirts of the group, and everyone became alert.

“Is that you, Mrs. Sully?” The head man called. Rain was the only sound in response to him. Neytiri never giving away her appearance and standing hidden somewhere, ready to shoot. Y/N couldn’t see much since the man had a tight grip on her body. She could hear more soldiers dropping to the ground, probably at the hands of Jake. And the next moment, chaos erupted, Kiri was released from her captor by Neytiri which triggered Jake to shoot at the men holding Tuk, Lo’ak, and Y/N. Tuk and Lo’ak made it away safely, but Y/N got caught up with a soldier’s knife to her thigh. Y/N fell to the floor with a scream of pain. The knife was still in her leg. Before someone could manhandle her again, Y/N ran for the trees and didn’t look back. Only did she stop when the knife got tangled in a vine and ripped out of her leg.

“Y/N!” A voice called to her. Neteyam. He quickly found his lover in a cove of a tree. “Hey, hey, are you hurt?” He glanced at the blood seeping from her leg. “Ok, ok. My yawne, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand for yes.” She did. “Ok. Can you walk?” She didn’t respond. Neteyam hoisted her over his shoulder and raced to where his family regathered. “Dad!”

Jake whipped his head to see his child with Y/N on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” Jake took Y/N off Neteyam and carefully placed her on his kneeled lap.

“Her leg.” Neteyam pointed and got Lo’ak’s bottom cloth and gave it to Jake. He wrapped it and ordered Neteyam to put her on his Ikran and get her to their grandmother.

——

“What the fuck.” Y/N mumbled as soon as she was back to consciousness. Neteyam quietly laughed from where he was sitting beside her, holding her hand. Y/N looked to him and groaned, “I thought you were Kiri, my one true love.”

“Oh, please.” Neteyam scoffed and aided her in sitting up. Y/N stared at her bandaged thigh and poked it with her fingers. “What are you doing?”

“Seeing if the pain will make me pass out again.” Neteyam immediately grasped her fingers again and provided her a stern look. “You’re looking at me like Jake does. Stop.”

Neteyam tugged her closer, and Y/N’s head naturally tucked into his neck. She traced his palm and feather kissed the skin at his neck and chest. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” She said, and he didn’t believe her. “I can feel the tension. What happened while I was unconscious?”

“We have to leave.” Y/N shot out of his arms.

“What? Leave? Why?”

Neteyam shushed her and rubbed her back delicately, “My parents are the ones being targeted. It’s not safe anymore for my family.”

“What about me?” Y/N furiously asked and pushed him away. “I am not your family.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Maybe to you. But what about your father? Neytiri? I am an outsider. I will be forced to stay here, without you.”

“They love you as their own.” Neteyam argued and tried to bring her back to him. “You are coming.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

Y/N glared at Neteyam, uneasy and breathing unevenly, “I am not a Sully.”

“I don’t care. You are my-“ He cut off. Neteyam unsurely fought over his words.

“Your what? I am not your mate yet.” Y/N reasoned.

“Then I can make you mine.”

“Neteyam, do not be reckless.”

“I am not. I love you.”

Y/N’s hard attitude faltered. “Why?” Her voice broke and hitched all at the same time, and she hated it. Neteyam put his hands on her face and stroked her forehead and cheeks.

“You are everything I want, need and more. You are the person who beat me in tree climbing when we were four and still won’t let me live it down. You are the one I wrestled in the water when we were seven and accidentally went off that waterfall. You are the person who stitched me up after my first official hunt with my dad and told me everything was going to be fine despite me failing miserably. You are the one now holding me together as my world is about to be flipped upside down. You. Yawne. Y/N. I love you because you have been there since day one, without me asking. I am in love with you, I see you.” Y/N was weeping as he spilled his heart out to her. “So, come with me.”

Neteyam led Y/N to the Tree of Voices and brought her into a little area where they could be alone. The bioluminescent rock floor lit up as they stepped carefully on it. “Nete, are you sure?”

“Yes. Never been more sure.” His lips met hers with passion excreting from every touch they shared as they molded to each other. Before long, Y/N connected her queue to his. They didn’t do anything after that simply because they didn’t want to deal with Jake and Neytiri bugging them.

As Neteyam held Y/N, she whispered, “I love you, too.”

——

CUT

We’re here.” Neteyam yelled across his Ikran to Y/N. She looked to where the Sully family was landing on the pale sand and followed suit, carefully being conscious of her aching leg and back. Once she was off her Ikran, Neteyam took her arm and made her stand In between him and Lo’ak. There were boys already poking at Neteyam’s tail and sending Y/N suggestive looks. Y/N hugged herself closer to Neteyam, and he casually slipped an arm around her which made her feel infinitely better.

“What brings you here, Jake Sully?” Tonowari asks the darker blue Avatar. Jake looked down for a beat then back at Tonowari.

“I have come to ask for sanctuary for my family and I. There are sky people after me and I cannot risk them getting caught in that.” He explained. Ronal approached her mate and glared at Jake’s family and Y/N.

“You are bringing war here?” Tonowari questioned hesitantly.

“No, there is no more war.” Jake reassured the leader of the Metkayina Clan. “I just want my family to be safe.” Tonowari looks to his mate who continues to gaze at Kiri, curiously before starting towards her.

“Their arms are thin. And their tails are weak.” Ronal said as she grazed the parts she spoke of. “You will be slow in the water.” She snatched Kiri’s hands and turned them. “These children are not even true Na’vi.”

Kiri gave a mean look to Ronal and fought, “Yes, we are.” Ronal grabbed Lo’ak’s hand next and lifted it up. This made Neteyam to squeeze Y/N closer to him out of instinct in fear Ronal will come after them.

“They have demon blood.” Y/N knew she was done for after Ronal stopped her eyes on her. “But you. You are not half demon. Why are you with these half breeds?”

“I don’t have any parents.” Y/N supplied. “And Neytiri and Jake were kind enough to take me under their care.” Neteyam glared at Ronal as the Na’vi scoffed and returned to her mate’s side.

“Look, look. I was born of the sky people, and now I am Na’vi. All right?” Ronal narrowed her eyes. “You can adapt. We will adapt. Okay?” Jake declared and kept his children and Y/N out of Ronal’s sight.

“My husband was Toruk Makto.” Neytiri established and inched toward Tonowari. “He led the clans to victory against the sky people.”

“This you call victory?” Ronal snarked. “Hiding among strangers? It seems Ewya has turned her back on you, Chosen One.” She directed that comment to Jake, and Neytiri growled at her. Ronal returned the gesture.

“I apologize for my mate.” Jake stepped between the women before a fight broke out.

Neytiri snapped, “Do not apologize for me.”

Jake gave her a pleading look as he said, “She’s flown a long way, and she’s exhausted.”

“Jake!” Neytiri hissed.

Tonowari peered at the Sully family and contemplated his decision quickly. “You may stay and you will learn the ways of our clan so you are not useless here.” Y/N snickered with Lo’ak as he said that. “My children will teach you.” His son groaned at his responsibility, and the daughter merely smiled. “Tsireya, lead them to their marui.”

A girl popped out of the crowd and started walking them more into the village. Neteyam kept Y/N beside him incase any of the boys tried anything. Tsireya put them in a marui that was more on the outskirts of the village, and she left them to settle in. Lo’ak set up a rug near the middle while Neteyam and Y/N found a cozy corner(ish) to place blankets. She removed her head piece and her arm cuff and put it in Neteyam’s bag.

“Sully family meeting.” Jake called, and Y/N awkwardly stepped out of the marui to which Neytiri provided her a “really” look and beckoned her back in. “Okay, I don’t want any trouble while we’re here. Be nice and respectful, please.”

“What does your father always say?” Neytiri spoke from behind Jake.

Unenthusiastically every child hummed, “Sully’s stick together.”

“Yes. Now, a little more confidence.” Jake smiled.

“Sully’s stick together.” They all repeated a little louder.

“You’re dismissed.” Jake waved them out. Neteyam and Y/N gave one another sneaky glances before running out of the marui and into the water. Tuk and Kiri went to find Tsireya with Lo’ak tracking behind like a lost puppy.

Y/N and Neteyam stayed near the shallow as Aonung demonstrated how to ride an Ilu. Neteyam went first and completely lost control of his Ilu which made Y/N and Aonung chuckle. Y/N carefully connected her tentacle like hair to the Ilu and saddled it after the connection was made. The Ilu darted underwater, and Y/N hurried to take a breath. The Ilu swam under the reefs and traveled back to Neteyam and Aonung.

“That was insane.” Y/N rushed out as she got off her Ilu.

“It seems I have done what I can. You are a natural.” Aonung complimented Y/N. Neteyam’s tail flicked involuntarily out of pure annoyance.

Y/N didn’t satisfy Aonung’s expectations and awkwardly said, “Thank you.” The leader’s son left, and Neteyam pulled Y/N through the shallow water on his back. “Neteyam.”

“Hm?” He replied.

“Were you just jealous?”

Neteyam halted and tilted his head to stare at Y/N. “Of course not. My tail was just acting funky.”

Y/N snorted, “Funky?” He flipped her off as he waded back to their marui. It was dark by the time they reached the marui and Neteyam’s family had begun eating. “Sorry for being late.”

“You’re fine.” Jake assured. Tuk made Y/N sit by her, and that made Neteyam pout as he was banished to sitting between his dad and Kiri. “So, what did you two do all day?”

“They flirted in the shallow water.” Lo’ak teased and made kissy noises/faces. Neteyam threw a fruit at him, and Y/N blushed.

Lo’ak was swatted by his mother as Y/N properly answered, “We learned to ride and bond with an Ilu. Aonung taught us.”

“Ah, very good. You’re doing better than others it seems.” Jake retorted, and Lo’ak played with his fingers. “The Ilu seem friendly.”

Neteyam nodded and scooted farther out of the circle. Y/N confusedly looked at him, but he just shook his head. Y/N decided to disregard him for the time being and listen to Kiri as she spoke of all she saw in the ocean. Dinner was over and the children were sent to bed. Y/N settled onto her blanket and waited for Neteyam to come over. He soon arrived and laid next to her.

“Can I hold you?” Neteyam whispered so he doesn’t wake up anyone.

“Duh.” Y/N responded softly. Neteyam’s arms wrapped around her, and Y/N’s head rested on his chest with one of her legs thrown over his. They both drifted to sleep as the night progressed and their gentle breathing calmed the world around them, Or that’s how it felt for the duo.

Neytiri studied her son and the girl she’s come to know as a daughter. They reminded Neytiri of her and Jake. So compassionate. Always there for the other no matter what. Jake mirrored Neytiri and watched the pair.

“We were just like them.” Neytiri commented. Jake wrapped his arm around Neytiri’s waist.

“Yes, and now we have a beautiful family.”

“Yes, we do.” Neytiri kissed Jake, and he smiled at her as she led him to their bed/blanket for the night.

——

“Neteyam!” Y/N screamed as she came out of the water after being dunked. He had run away and was hiding behind Tuk. “Tuk, I would move.”

Tuk complied and Neteyam was easily taken down by a snarling Y/N. Neteyam thought she got cuter when she was angry so he smiled when she growled at him and attacked his body.

Before Y/N could further damage Neteyam, there was commotion behind some of the trees on the outside of the village with the voices of Kiri and Lo’ak heard. They both rushed to see what was happening and found Kiri and Lo’ak basically being shoved around by Aonung, Roxto, and two other Metkayina boys.

“Hey! You heard what she said. Leave them alone.” Neteyam pointed a threatening finger at Aonung.

“Oh, big brother wanna-“ One of the other boys started but was cut off by Aonung pushing him away.

“Back off. Now.” Neteyam firmly demanded and returned to Y/N’s side. Aonung put his arms up in surrender.

“Smart choice.” Y/N spat.

“And from now on, I need you to respect my sister and Y/N.” Neteyam declared which made some of the boys hiss. “Let’s go.” Y/N took his hand and Kiri’s and began trekking to the village. But Lo’ak stopped and went back to Aonung.

“Lo’ak.” Y/N warned.

“No, I got this Y/N.” Lo’ak insisted and raised his hand to Aonung’s face. “I know this hand is funny. I’m a freak, alien. But it can do something really cool. Watch. First, I ball it up real tight like this, okay then.” Lo’ak punches Aonung, and Y/N holds her forehead between two fingers. Lo’ak continued punching until Aonung fell. “It’s called a punch, bitch. Never touch my sister again.”

Aonung tackled Lo’ak and the others began teaming up on him so Neteyam jumped in.

“Neteyam, no! This is so stupid.” Y/N yelled alongside Kiri.

“So stupid.” Kiri pointed out.

“Ow, my tail!” Lo’ak bellowed.

Aonung shouted, “My ear!” This made Kiri and Y/N laugh as they boys beat each other up. Eventually, the fight was broken up by Jake and Tonowari who agreed to separately take their sons and punish them.

In the marui, Jake began lighting up Lo’ak. “Really? The clan leader’s son. What is the one thing I told you to do!”

“Stay out of trouble.” His sons responded.

“Right!” Jake confirmed.

“They were picking on Kiri!” Lo’ak defended himself.

“It was my fault. I hit first.” Neteyam attempted to soften the blow on Lo’ak.

“No, no. This isn’t your fault. You gotta stop taking the blame for this knucklehead.” Jake quipped. “Go apologize to Aonung.”

“But father-“ Lo’ak complained.

“I don’t care how. You don’t even gotta say words, just fix it.” Jake said while closing his eyes in frustration.

“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak murmured before leaving the marui.

Neteyam was about to exit too, to find Y/N but his father’s voice stopped him, “What’d the other guys look like?”

“Worse.”

Jake side smiled, “That’s good.”

“Way worse.”

“That’s my boy. Get outta here.” Jake said.

Neteyam proceeded to search for Y/N and spotted her in the middle of a circle of young children. She appeared to be singing an old tune from the Omatikaya ancestors.

“Fortress, hold me high

Forgive my wondering eyes

Eywa, pull me in

Force your love in me again

Find me in the storm

Save me and make me reborn

Help me to my feet

Eywa, oh great mother, take me.”

Neteyam hadn’t heard her sing since the sky people had returned. She claimed she had nothing good to sing about. Y/N glanced to him and waved him to her. The children dispersed after nuzzling her forehead in thanks and admiration.

“You sounded wonderful. Me’lal has competition.” Neteyam said which made Y/N scoff. Me’lal was a Na’vi in the Omatikaya clan known for her soulful, beautiful voice.

“Me’lal has no bearing of even who I am.” Y/N wilted realizing how invisible she was in her clan. “Once you’re old enough, you can take her as your mate.” Y/N jokingly said and Neteyam deadpanned her.

“It was only a joke. I personally believe you are better than Me’lal.” Neteyam replied, and Y/N scrunched her nose at his false comment.

Y/N said, “Me’lal is the best.”

“Hmph, I don’t agree.” Neteyam argued. “I think you are, my oare.”

“The nickname is back?” Y/N mused and cuddled into his chest. The sun went down, and they stayed there until a loud horn was blown.

Neytiri ran to them and hurriedly asked, “Where is your brother?”

“I have no idea. Is he gone?” Neteyam says, and Neytiri nodded and dragged them to where Jake was with Tonowari and his sons.

Lo’ak was soon taken to the front of the large crowd and questioned by Tonowari. Apparently, Aonung and his friends took Lo’ak beyond the reef and left him there, but Lo’ak being a blame taker for once said it was his idea instead of Aonung’s. Neteyam and Y/N exchanged a brief look of disbelief.

“It’s ok, I got this. Thank you.” Jake bowed a bit for Tonowari then snatched Lo’ak’s shoulder and pushed him towards the marui.

“That complete idiot.” Neteyam laughed along with Y/N.

——

“We’re going to the Cove. Would you like to join?” Tsireya suggested to Y/N and Neteyam who agreed and got on their respective Ilus. The ride was peaceful and freeing for all the children.

Y/N was dazzled by the cove and their Tree of Souls which was underwater and shining.

“Neteyam, this place is magical.” Y/N excitedly smiled and went down to the wisps of the tree. Neteyam and the others followed and connected their hair to the branches/leaves. But the visit wad short lived after Kiri started seizing and Y/N acted quickly to pull her to the surface and on her Ilu. “We need to get her back now!”

The group raced to get back to the clan. “Dad! Mother!” Lo’ak and Neteyam were shouting as they neared the village, and their parents were waiting for them as they got off at the beach.

“What happened?” Jake looked to Y/N as he brought Kiri to the marui to lie her down.

“We were at the Cove and we were all visiting Eywa and then she started shaking.”

“Under the water?” Neytiri teared up.

“Yes, mother.” Lo’ak spoke, and Neytiri covered her mouth out of fear and crippling emotion for her daughter.

——

“Can you help her?” Neytiri angrily questioned Ronal who appeared to help Kiri. Ronal nodded. “Out! You are not doing anything!” Neytiri said to the sky people attempting to wake Kiri. They evacuated fast and Ronal moved to their place and began spiritually singing and waving pieces to awaken Kiri from her slumber.

“What if we didn’t move fast enough?” Y/N questioned and looked to Neteyam. He brought her in and held her head to his chest.

“It is ok. We did what we could.” Neteyam comforted Y/N. “Come, let’s go out to the reef.”

Y/N laid against the hard bark of the branch her and Neteyam found on the end of the reef, far from the village and Na’vi. As Y/N looked at the stars, Neteyam stared at her and admired the way she was beautiful without trying.

“Neteyam, do you like that star?” Y/N pointed to a bright, pink star in the sky.

“Mhm, very pretty.” He said, not taking his eyes off her.

“You didn’t even look, silly.” Y/N forced his head to look where she pointed. “See?”

“Yes, it is.” Neteyam commented.

“Are you still thinking about Kiri?” Y/N whispered. “Cause if you are, so am I and we should go back.”

“No, no. I am fine. That’s why we came here. To search for pretty stars.”

“Don’t mock, Neteyam.” Y/N replied and scooted down the branch, but Neteyam instantly pulled her back up to him.

“I wasn’t, my paysyul.”

“It sounded like it.” She caressed his face and put a braid behind his ear. “Did you hear Ngevi has a little crush on you?”

Neteyam counted the sparkles on her face as he responded, “No. I am not interested anyway.”

“Well, why not?” Y/N teased and brushed through the hair on his head. “She is supposedly the best basket weaver which you love doing.”

“I don’t want Ngevi.” Neteyam honestly admitted. “I have someone else on my mind, and she is so much better than Ngevi. A million times better actually.”

“Who? What, why wasn’t I told sooner? Am I not your best friend?” Y/N played along and pulled on a braid and made him wince. “Don’t tell me it’s Tsireya, Lo’ak would murder you.”

“It’s not her.”

“Oh, is it Kewwa? She’s so pretty.”

Neteyam sent her an odd look as she continued to guess Na’vi despite knowing exactly who it is, “No.”

“Really. Hm. Oh, I know. It’s Torei. She is the most wonderful dancer.”

“No, my oare. This girl is very special.”

“Is she from back home?”

“Technically.” He remarked, and Y/N put on her thinking face.

“So it is Me’lal?”

“Nope.”

Y/N pouted then pecked his lips and noticed the sky becoming infinitely darker, “We should go before we’re in a situation like Lo’ak.”

“You don’t want a search party?” Neteyam joked and straddled his Ilu.

“No, and I’ll race you.” Y/N shot back.

“It’s on.” Neteyam laughed, and the two were off back to the village at high speeds on the Ilus.

——

“The Tulkuns have come home.” Ronal happily expressed a few days after Kiri had been revived.

“Tulkun?” Y/N questioned the pregnant woman.

“They are like siblings to the Metkayina, spirit brothers or sisters.” Ronal explained as she rode on her Ilu to meet with Roa, her Tulkun spirit sister.

Y/N stayed back on the island to watch the interactions in awe of the large, sweet creatures. She wanted to be able to be welcomed like that into a family of her own. A mother, father, sister or brother. But she had none of those things. Only slim memory of her childhood before her mother was slaughtered by rogue sky people.

“Y/N.” Neteyam shook her shoulder and startled Y/N from her state of deep thought. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, just thinking.” Y/N mentioned.

“Oh, that’s quite hard for you.”

“Neteyam.” Y/N whined and threw him to the sand. “You are a child with these jokes, a baby.”

Neteyam only chortled and picked himself up. Instead of continuing to think about a family, Y/N decided to be productive and spear fish so the Sully’s could have a dinner worth eating. She gripped the spear and waited for a moderately sized fish came by. Once one did, there was no mercy as Y/N fired the spear right into the fish’s head. Y/N speared a few more before starting to skin the scales off and began to quietly sing to pass time.

“Oh, Eywa, hold on to me

Bless this body and ground

Pull me from the darkest heat

And from the loudest sound

Save me from ache and despair

Watch as I cry for spiritual rest

Rescue me from unloving care.”

“That was lovely.” Neteyam voiced from his seat on the sand.

“I suppose.” Y/N answered and finished up with the fish she was descaling and showed Neteyam proudly. “Six descaled in under 7 minutes.”

“You’re phenomenal.”

“Oh, Neteyam.” Y/N bashfully hummed. He liked his name when she said it. It always sounded like the songs she sings which are beautiful. “What a sweet boy you are.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“It’s true, my yawne. Whether you believe me or not.” Neteyam told her and helped with carrying the fish to the marui. The Sully family was all there and thanked Y/N for her fish killing.

——

Y/N, the next morning, was awoken by a war cry. Everyone in their marui was running towards the sound which was from Ronal who was being held by Tonowari. Her spirit sister was in the middle of Tulkuns and floating on her side, not alive.

Y/N held back a sob. Maybe never having a family was better. No one to mourn for or to mourn for you when you’re gone. Neteyam embraced Y/N as they peered at Ronal swimming out to Roa with Tonowari, Neytiri and Jake.

“They’re hunting Tulkuns.” Someone said from within the gathering once the clan leaders returned.

“You’ve brought this war here!” Ronal screamed at Jake. “This is your doing.”

“And we are going to fight because we do not hide.” Tonowari declared.

“No, no, that is what they want. They’re trying to lure you out to get to me. Do not satisfy them.” Jake reasoned with Ronal and Tonowari then grabbed the tracking device from Tonowari and put it up for the whole clan to witness. “The sky people wanted us to know who did this. And they’re going to continue if we react. You need to tell the Tulkuns to leave. It is the only way to protect them.”

“Leave?” Ronal whimpered.

“They know our location and will wipe out the population, both Na’vi and Tulkun if they don’t leave.” Jake said.

Tonowari finally nodded and agreed to tell the Tulkuns to evacuate.

“Payakan.” Lo’ak mumbled and Y/N spun to face him. “I have to warn him.” Y/N gripped his hand. “Let me do this. I can’t have him defenseless.”

“Lo’ak! No!” Y/N yelled and ran after him after he shook her hold from him. “Let me help then.”

Neteyam entered the scene and stopped Lo’ak, “Neither of you are going. Lo’ak, I have to keep your ass here.”

“No, Payakan is my brother. I must help him.”

“I am your brother.” Neteyam gritted out through his fury. Lo’ak pushed him away and called for his Ilu and hopped off the netting and landed on the Ilu. “Come on!”

Neteyam and Y/N got on one Ilu and trailed after Lo’ak. Tsireya, Tuk, Kiri, Aonung, and Roxto came along as well. Lo’ak was on Payakan fighting the tracker that was on his back/fin. Y/N hurriedly jumped off the Ilu to help Lo’ak and get the tracker out.

“Guys, come on! Help!” Lo’ak yelled.

It became a group effort very quickly and everyone noticed the approaching RDA boat.

“Who’s the mighty one, now? Huh? Say it.” Neteyam took the time in everyone’s panicked state to gloat at Lo’ak.

“Now isn’t the time.” Y/N slapped Neteyam’s head and looped the rope around the tracking device then connected the other end of the rope to her ilu’s saddle. “Okay, come on. Pull on the thing when I start pulling, too.” She called to the Ilu and it started trying to swim. “Go!” Tsireya and Anoung pulled on it and it budged.

“Call Dad!” Neteyam said to Lo’ak as he helped the clan leaders’ children.

It finally broke loose and Y/N hurried to take off into the water with it. Everyone else got on their Ilus with Neteyam sharing with Aonung and swam away as the RDA submarines came crashing into the water. Y/N dropped the tracking device on a rock and found Kiri and Tuk in the water with no transportation. Y/N snatched their hands and made her Ilu go faster as a submarine almost grabbed them.

Y/N lost grip of Tuk and exclaimed underwater as her and Kiri got stuck in some seaweed. Her Ilu raced to safety, and Kiri connected to the wisps and put her hands and made large tentacles wrap around the submarine then the people in it. The two then went to an air bubble under a plant and caught their breath. “Did you see where Tuk fell?”

Y/N almost screamed when Tsireya popped out under her. “No I didn’t.”

They all looked to the side suddenly when a mechanical arm shot at the underside of their feet. The three Na’vi began swimming away and unfortunately were caught by the RDA and taken the big ship and tied to the railing. A moment later, Lo’ak was tied beside Y/N and Tuk next to Kiri.

Y/N could see in the distance, Jake, Tonowari, and Ronal leading a big squad of fighters. Lo’ak was pulled by Quaritch and his comms were ripped from him. “I know you can hear me now, Sully. I have three of your kids.”

“Four.” Jake retorted, and Y/N put her head on her forearms as she weeped.

“Ah, you claim this one as yours. I remember her, spat in my face.” Quaritch yanked Y/N back by her hair which made her yelp then immediately growl at him. “Ok, I see a little resemblance between her and your crazy wife.”

“What do you want?” Jake asked, knowing the answer.

“You, Sully. Alone.”

“And you’ll release them?”

“That easy.”

“Ok.”

As Jake began to come closer, Payakan shot out of the water and landed on the boat causing the attention to shift to him which gave Jake the time to signal for the army to attack. As the clan was fighting, the five captives were being jostled left and right because of the constant motion of the ship and gunfire. Neteyam managed to get on the boat during the commotion which brought happy tears to Y/N’s eyes. He cut the cuffs from everyone and urged them to jump in the water. Neteyam hugged Y/N and kissed her temple multiple times.

“Spider!” Lo’ak shouted to Neteyam and Y/N.

“Where is he?” Neteyam asked, a light grip on Y/N in fear she would be taken again.

“Captured.”

“Come on then.” Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Y/N traveled to find Spider and break him free. Y/N last second grabbed a gun from a fallen soldier on the ship and showed Neteyam. He rolled his eyes and held onto to his knife. The four crawled above the pipes where Spider was. On Neteyam’s signal, Y/N shot at the people in the water while Lo’ak made some of them fall in the water. They all ran behind a wall once Spider was retrieved and Y/N made them run info the water first before herself doing so. “Y/N, hurry!”

“Neteyam…” Y/N softly says. She starts to drown a bit and Neteyam holds her up as he searched for the problem.

“No, no, no, no. No!” Neteyam bellowed as he found her bullet wounds. “Hurry! The rocks!”

They got on the rocks and laid Y/N in a puddle of her own blood. She coughed some blood up and tried to hold Neteyam’s hand. He grasped it tightly.

“No!” Jake yelled when he dropped down to them. “Where does it hurt?”

“It’s ok.” Is all Y/N said.

“No, Y/N, sweetie, stay with me. Neteyam, where is the wound?” Neteyam pointed to her lower torso and her leg. “Tsireya, keep pressure on the one in her leg.” He then checked if there was an exit wound on her torso and didn’t find one. “Ok, ok, ok, Y/‘N hold on for me, please, ok.” Lo’ak kept pressure on the torso bullet wound.

Neytiri dropped from her Ikran and exclaimed, “No! Y/N! Daughter! Please, good mother!” Neytiri held Y/N’s face with gentlenesses unmatched by man. “Please, please.”

“Tiri, I am ok.” More blood came up with Y/N’s short statement. “Don’t cry for me, please.”

“No…” Neytiri painfully whispered. Jake pulled Neytiri out of it and convinced her to stay strong and help go get their daughters. “Stay strong for me. Strong heart.” Spider went with them.

“Will- will you sing for me, Nete?” Y/N mumbled to Neteyam. His tears clouded his vision as he nodded at her request.

“Eywa, oh, good mother

Take me by the hand

Sister and brother

Let us join hands

Sing to the one around us

In us, above and below

The all knowing

The bringer of rain or snow

Give me strength

Keep my heart flowing

Help me see again.”

“Me’lal would be jealous.” Y/N weakly joked, and Neteyam chuckled. “So, I saved you. Finally.”

“Silly girl.” Neteyam put a braid behind her ear and grazed her cheek with his thumb. “You will not do that ever again. So reckless, stupid.”

“Don’t describe my heroic moment as those words.” Y/N tried to lift a hand but couldn’t by herself so Neteyam helped and raised it to his face and held it there for her. He could feel the fragile curl of her fingers against his face. “My Neteyam.” He closed his eyes at her words and felt a tear run to his chin. “You are- are like Neytiri.”

“Hm?”

“Crying for someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

“You deserve everything good, including tears, that the good mother provides for you.” Neteyam scolded her basically, and Y/N smiled with a solid effort. “My oare, you have blessed my life.”

“Neteyam.” Y/N whimpered. “It hurts.”

“I know, I know. I am here.” Tsireya pushed harder along with Lo’ak.

“I wanna go home, please Neteyam.” Y/N sobbed and choked on her own blood.

“Get her up.” Lo’ak said and pushed her to a sitting position to which Neteyam went behind her to hold her upright. Lo’ak applied the pressure again. “Neteyam, I need to go help Dad, ok stay with them and apply pressure on her torso.”

Lo’ak was gone before Neteyam could utter anything, but he got past that and did what Lo’ak said. Tsireya distracted Y/N with stories from her childhood and tales of the Metkayina clan.

It was becoming lighter in the sky by the time Jake, Neytiri, Kiri, Tuk, Lo’ak and Spider came back to the rocks.

“How is she holding up?” Jake questioned as he stood above Y/N.

“She’s pretty bad. We need to get her to Norm.” Neteyam directed his father. Neytiri loaded Y/N on her Ikran with Neteyam holding up the rear so Y/N didn’t roll off. Until Norm could fly out to them again, Ronal bandaged Y/N the best she could and prayed to Ewya before giving Y/N back to the Sully family.

“Neteyam.” Y/N prodded as she traced his palms.

“Yes, my Y/N?”

“Will you take me to see the stars when I am better?”

“Of course.” Neteyam assured the girl in his arms who has yet to be treated properly by Norm.

“Norm’s here.” Norm announced himself as he ran into the marui.

“Don’t leave me, please, Neteyam.” Y/N begged him.

“I am not going anywhere.” Neteyam promised.

Norm put a breathing mask over her nose and mouth and started the operation of extracting the bullet from her torso and leg. Eventually, Neteyam was told to leave because he was stressing Norm out with his heavy breathing. Jake had to pull his son away from the girl and hold him outside the marui.

Norm came out of the marui after a few hours and said she is stable and the bullets are out, but it might take Y/N a while to wake up. Neteyam sprinted back in the marui to see Y/N laying peacefully with leaves and blankets surrounding her. He softly placed her body on his and allowed her to heal. Ronal came once more to give Y/N the best chance of fully recovering.

A day later, Y/N opened her eyes and found the Sully clan asleep next to her. She couldn’t exactly life herself so she poked at Lo’ak who was oddly closest to Y/N. He grunted and looked at who was sticking him with their pointy fingers. And after he saw who it was, he gasped and launched at her and gave the gentlest hug of her life.

“Why are you awake, skxawng?” Neteyam jostled awake from his spot at the side of Lo’ak. When he saw the excitement leaking from Lo’ak’s face and the girl he loved beaming at him, he shoved his brother and wrapped his arms around his Y/N. Giving her a million smooches all around her face and hair. “My love, my paysyul, my oare, my everything, my Y/N.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of names for me.” Y/N giggled and kissed his lips delicately and deeply. “My Neteyam.”

“I have never been more happy!” Neteyam grinned and continued holding her to his body intensely.

“Oh, you didn’t find a replacement?” She joked, and he just lightly squeezed her side and shook his head, chuckling.

“No one could ever amount to you, my yawne.”

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IM NEW TO TUMBLR AND I SUCK AT WRITING SO GIVE ME TIPS!!!!

you and ghost have to camp out in a very small tent after a mission and he gets all cuddly and soft cause he doesn't like the cold

you scoffed, and slowly shifted into the middle of the bed; wrapping the small amount of covers over yourself- (before theyre snatched away) as you heard the little pitter-patter of the rain hitting against the outside of the tent, how the fog outside crept indoors, making the tent feel icy. Ghosts low gravelly voice growled out from under the balaclava as he leaned up on his arms.

"The rain won’t let up soon. It’s suppose' to d' this for the entire week. The snow' will soon folla.” he said, his mood growing darker as he looked at you.

"I don’t want to sleep near you. Move furtha' over.” he huffed. (def placing up a strong barrier to seem tuff!!)

"Im against the wall of the tent, I'm getting wet." you hiss, glaring at him through his balaclava, obviously taking up more space than he should.

He huffs out a scoff, "Good.” he says in a thick accent in response to your glare. He was laying on his side, only his icy eyes visible.

"You bloody deserve it. If y' moved over more, maybe I’d consida letting y' under th' covers tonigh'.” he added. His tone was sharp and cold, unbothered by the cold weather. He acted like he didnt seem to be phased by it.

His words dug deep, like a knife stabbed into you, but not just deep- it was rooted, and twisting, plunging deeper and staying in that spot painfully.

It hurt to be spoke to like that from someone you respect.

He sat up as you scooted over to the side of the tent, his tone still cold, though the gravelly british accent was softer as he tried to get as close to you as he could without having to lay next to you.

"Don’t gi'me tha' look..” he mumbled, though his voice was a little hard to understand under the balaclava.

Ghost couldn't help but feel a little pity as he glared at you, his jaw clenching and unclenching. His arms stretched out, a little shiver running through his body. With how close you were, you could feel his warmth radiating off of him.

For a moment, Simon thought of when he was a child, how his father treated him, how he was left to rot and freeze.

How he felt abandoned.

His arm extended, a little gesture for you to come closer to him as he saw you shiver.

He was still keeping his balaclava on, but you could tell from the way his expression softened that he was concerned for you.

"Com' ere. You can’t sleep in the cold.” he sighed, his tone still cold, though it was a kinder cold than you had heard from him yet.

Though, his words before stuck in your brain. *If you move over, maybe I’ll consider letting you be under the covers tonight.*

So, you watched as he sat there, not moving, eyes still sharp through the balaclava, but the cold tone gone, the heat radiating off of him made the tent warmer, though still cold.

There was silence between the two of you, Ghost laying there, patiently, waiting for you to comply with his silent gestures.

The balaclava gave him a dark look, like he was glaring through your soul, despite the warmth radiating from his body.

The tent wasn’t large, but with the two of you so close, the warmth was a nice contrast to the chill air. As you inched toward him, his arms moved around you. He wrapped them tight around you, and your body was finally out of the cold air. His body heat flooded over you as you could feel his warm fog against your skin. But Ghost didn't let you out of his grasp,

No, he pulled you closer as his arms wrapped around you. You could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. He squeezed you tight as he kept you close to him. The rain continued to pelt against the tent as Simon lay with you. He was quiet, he didn't say anything. But this wasn't an awkward type of quiet, this was a good quiet. He didn't need to groan, or scoff, or mumble curses..

He didn't need to. For the first time in a long time, he was content just to hold someone in his arms, to have someone in his presence. His grip was firm on you. His embrace was tight, yet he relaxed with you in his arms.

You could feel his shoulders drop, and his breathing become more shallow and he held you against his vest, like you were a part of him, you were his savior, his lifeline.

(I WROTE THIS IN 45 MINS)

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pastor's son!eunseok would go as far as meeting ur parents and tell them how bad ur knowledge abt the religion and suggested that he should do home tutoring for bible studies with u, like that, it would be easier for him to fuck u and u cant really runaway nor tell ur parents abt it cus it would just make them more disappointed in u

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, pastors son!eunseok x reader

you never liked eunseok. he made chills run up your spine for a reason unknown to you. but there was just something about the air that lingered around him that made your body go cold. you felt guilty for denying his help all those years. promising to try harder each time the idea of working with him was proposed to avoid spending any more time around his cold stare and even colder words.

to you, it didn’t seem like eunseok liked you either. but he always singled you out, setting his heavy book beside yours with a loud drop. you didn’t know why. he was cruel during bible studies, something he couldn’t have gotten from his father. he was stern with you, impatient when you would struggle to grasp a certain verse, not applying it in the way he believed to be correct. you heard him utter mean words under his breath countless times.

that was until the night after his birthday. eunseok seemed different after hitting the celebratory ‘twenty one,’ more entitled, off-putting. the touch was soft, a mere graze to the golden cross hanging around your neck, but your breath still caught in your throat, a chill caused by the simple action. then, a hand on your knee, slithering up your thigh, digging into the flesh hard enough for the fat to bulge between his fingers as he spoke verse after verse.

you were shivering outside later that night, waiting patiently for your father’s beat-up car to find you. eunseok had snuck up on you, keys swinging casually as he informed you that they wouldn’t be coming and they had asked him to get you home safely.

you got into his car hesitantly, keeping your eyes on your thighs as he started the engine, his hand finding your thigh again. the road was rocky, the jumps making his touch ride further up your leg. you stiffened under it, shutting your thighs tight as his cold fingertips rested far too close to your heat.

eunseok was calm when he began to touch you, flicking his fingers over your panties, making a patch of wetness form beneath the fabric. your face felt hot, embarrassed, and heat settled in your stomach as he pushed them to the side. the squelching sound that filled the air made you cringe, the prodding of his finger against your hole made you hunch over, as if that would somehow assist with the unfamiliar stretch between your legs. you tried to ignore it, spacing out as you stared at the passing trees, eyebrows wrinkling and droplets running down your cheeks.

you resisted every week after that, promising to try harder on your own and claiming that bible study didn’t teach you much at all. but your pleas fell on deaf ears.

“pastor says he’s heard all about how hard you try,” your mother sighed, “he said eunseok has told him all about it. he even offered to teach you privately tonight. isn’t that nice?”

you considered telling them. but what could you say? eunseok touched me. no, they would laugh in your face. or worse, blame you. so you said nothing, whispering prayer after prayer until your knees ached.

your heart thumped against your chest, sitting upright, back as straight as you could get it. you smoothed the skirt of the dress your father insisted you wear, rubbing the sweat off your palms. you flinched at the firm knocks on your bedroom door.

your parents were downstairs, all too eager to invite the pastor and his family to dinner. they were ecstatic, thankful for the opportunity eunseok had given them, the privilege of time spent with the pastor, and the guidance to their precious daughter, all out of the kindness of his heart.

you hesitated, staring at the door as if you expected it to swing open in its own, freezing the air in the room as eunseok appeared behind it.

you stood as three more knocks followed, firmer, louder. he looked as he always did, put-together and emotionless. he confidently walked in, a freezing gust of air following him. you shivered, noticing the lack of the holy book in his hands. your heart skipped a beat.

he scanned the room, finding your own bible resting your freshly-made bed. he grazed the sheets, “you don’t even have a proper place for it?”

you swallowed, “I don’t usually study in here.”

“you don’t study at all,” he snaps. “stupid girl. your parents are so disappointed in you.” he takes a seat, “everybody says you’re just a pretty face. hopeless. bound to end up at some street corner.”

you take a deep breath, blinking as your eyes begin to burn. “I’m not.”

“really?” he tapped the space beside him, raising a brow when you made no effort to join him. you relented, dropping your weight onto the mattress. “you let me finger you just the other night. took me so well. so quickly.”

your lips quivered. he grinned, “you liked it, too. sucked me in over and over and over.”

“you know what you’d like even more?” his hand found the hem of your dress, pulling it higher. “my cock. fucking you fast and rough. all sluts like that.”

you gasped, eyes widened and watering. his words made your heart race. you had never heard anyone speak that way, much less to a girl like you.

“I’m gonna give you what you deserve,” he said, his mouth close to your ear. “and you’re not going to do anything about it.”

#tw noncon #discography !#feat. eunseok !#eunseok x reader #eunseok smut #riize x reader #riize smut #riize hard hours #riize hard thoughts #dark riize #yandere riize #dark eunseok #riize #eunseok

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izvmimi · 6 months

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cw: fluff. you and todo are besties, somehow. you're thinking about someone else.

“If I’m gonna be seen out in public with you, I’m gonna need you to act sane, Aoi,” you offer, huffing. He barely looks up, still taken by the convention programme in his hands and you sigh, not bothering to repeat yourself as you pull your knees to your chest. It’s cold, and Todo is warm, so you rest on his shoulder and he’s kind enough not to shrug you off (or perhaps too distracted by the chance to see his ultimate waifu to).

In another world, you’d be jealous, but you’ve long gotten over the potential of romance, settling comfortably into a platonic sort of siblinghood over the past year. God let you dodge that particular bullet and you’re thankful for it, although you’re staring down the barrel of Cupid’s shotgun. You shake your head away from thoughts of the pink-haired ray of sunshine, and look at your own schedule, wondering how Todo convinced you to come to camp out here this early in the first place.

You yawn loudly, raising your head up to see the sunrise along the horizon, past other huddled bodies dotting the streetside. Rather than be upset at Aoi for having such delusional aspirations, you should be glad that despite all that you’ve all been through in the world of curses and worse, he can still invest in something as ridiculous as fanatical love. Even normal, attainable love terrifies you to the very core, chilling you more than the winter frost trying to seep into your bones.

“If you’re going to ignore me, I’m not doing this again,” you say out loud. Todo looks at you finally, but instead of meeting your annoyance similarly, he grins widely.

“Ha, actually, can’t wait till you come out with me for the international tour!”

You glare at him, then check your watch.

“Wasn’t this shit supposed to open hours ago?” You ask.

Todo shrugs, eerily calm. “I’ll wait hours for her.” Your nose scrunches in disgust.

“Okay, you might, but what about me?!”

Todo gives you a look, shrugging his broad shoulders again, something that irritates you. “Love is patient, you know?”

“Okay, that’s enough.”

You get to your feet and he considers reaching for you, then remembers you don’t have the heart to ditch your friend anyway. Crossing his legs and resting his face on his planted elbow, he waits and watches you. As expected, you stand and make to leave, but turn on your heels and sigh before sitting back down. For the next few minutes, you don’t say anything additional until finally Todo glances at you.

“Text Yuji back.”

You blink.

“What do you mean, ‘text Yuji back’?”

Todo has intermittently pulled out a boar bristle brush and smooths down his edges, preening in the mirror, and you can’t believe how many hair products are in the small pouch he brought with him. You wait for him to respond, blood pressure rising as he takes his time, then places his brush down on the camping blanket.

“He’s worried about you.”

You grimace.

“Tell him to mind his business.”

Todo looks at you sideways. “You are his business the same way Takada is my business.”

You would argue with him that Takada, again, is not going to fuck him, but it would involve admitting that the unaddressed part of that statement is true.

“I respect you-“

“Debatable,” you interrupt, but Todo continues as if you haven't said a word.

“But that’s my brother, you know?”

By now, Todo is spritzing perfume on himself, enough to make you choke. You’d strangle him if his neck weren’t so thick.

“Tell your brother I don’t like him,” you murmur.

Todo pats his face with overpriced lotion. “I’m not lying to him.”

“Aoi, I swear to God.”

He rummages through the bag again, and spritzes you this time, a floral scent that has you swatting the air.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“I can’t have you cramping my style. Takada needs to know that my friends smell good too.”

You can’t believe that you woke up early to do this, but bite your lip and decide not to rage further. Before you can ponder what exactly to do about the friend of a friend who very clearly is in love with you, the gates open and Todo has packed up in a millisecond, warning you not to slow him down.

He’s fanatical in love, and while you’ve once wished someone would adore you to this extent, it’s been more than you can handle to have even a fraction of this type of adoration pointed towards you.

#yuuji x reader #yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #platonic todo x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #mimi's notes #daydreams: jjk

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 months

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s/o and the skellies just started dating very recently, s/o wants it to take it slow, considering this is their first ever relationship and doesn't really know how things work yet so things seemed to be the way it was before just s/o is more shy and awkward, also nervous when asking permission to hold hands or even hug them, they're not that straightforward of a person, however, once s/o had finally mustered up the courage even though they're fumbling their words, avoiding eye contact with them, and quietly but still could be heard 'May I kiss you?' this is also their first time and doesn't want to mess things up.

Undertale Sans - He's the most patient guy ever, lucky you. He's chill as hell, and not pressuring you in any way (and it's definitely not because he's terrified of getting too fast as well, not at all). When you ask if you can kiss him, he nods anxiously, avoiding your stare at all costs. He looks really calm on the outside, but he's really just screaming in his head right now.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is probably not the best choice. Even though he has the best intentions, he's going to pressure you as when he's in love, he's not very aware of how pushy he can be. He tries to knock it off when you tell him he's too much, but he's still too much. If somehow it works, he's going to be ecstatic though that you want to kiss him.

Underswap Sans - OH THANK TORIEL, YES! HE WAS GOING TO DIE. It took you long enough, and he was getting so frustrated over this. He's so happy you're willing to try the next step. He can't believe how patient he is honestly, he must love you very much to actually succeed in making him wait for a while.

Underswap Papyrus - The funny part is that you both ask that at the exact same moment. Honey is going through the same struggles. The first few times are really awkward, but as time passes by, he gets a little more bold. Like you, he managed to gather some courage... Only to be beaten as you ask the same question at the same moment. Now you're both broken, staring at the emptiness, flushing hard and not saying anything. Welp, that's awkward...

Underfell Sans - He holds his breath when you ask if you can kiss him, and then he completely forgets how to breathe. He waits for you to make a move, but he waits so long he realizes after like two minutes he can't breathe anymore and just suddenly start coughing as you're making the gesture to kiss you, stopping you. You just think he rejected you, but then he grabs your shoulders and kiss you at full mouth. So sorry he's an idiot, please don't mind how stupid he is, he's so sorry T-T

Underfell Papyrus - Well that's good because he has no idea how that works either. And he said no, because his dating manual said you should be in a romantic place to have first kiss and they're... In the couch? In his house? With Doomfanger on his laps? That's not romantic so it won't work. You're confused but just figures he's not ready yet. When he sees how disappointed you are, he froze. The manual didn't say you would be sad???? He doesn't want you to be sad! Hum... You're getting kidnapped. He's taking you to a correct romantic place.

Horrortale Sans - ??? You didn't before? Uh. He thought you already did. He just shrugs and leans his head. No big deal. He lets you kiss him then he purrs happily. He's still not sure if you're already with him or not so he'll just assume you are lol.

Horrortale Papyrus - He blushes furiously and visibly starts to panic as he's looking everywhere frantically. Willow likes to plan things. This isn't planned at all and you took him by surprise. Well, now, he's kinda cornered so... Yes? If you want? He can't look you in the eyes either. He's both excited and terrified right now.

Swapfell Sans - Well, yes, duh. He kinda made sure to show you how many signs he could possibly do to show you he's ready to go further if you're ready. Let's go ahead and get over this already. Wow, that's the most passive-aggressive yes ever. You have mixed feelings.

Swapfell Papyrus - He screams yes excitedly. But... Of course, he's going to put his feet on your face for you to kiss. You didn't precise which part you wanted to kiss, so he chose for you. You can't believe this just happened. Rus is not helping. He's not serious enough for this, maybe he's not the best choice.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't stop reading his book and just nods at you. He won't make any effort to help you though lol. That's Wine, he's emotionally constipated, don't expect much.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He stares at you in shock. You mean like... kissing kissing? Like for real? Uh. He didn't expect you to say that out of nowhere. He's kinda freaking out right now. He looks like a rabbit stuck in front of a car, hyperventilating. If he doesn't move, maybe you won't see him and he won't have to answer the question.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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sourapplesauces · 7 months

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Hey!!!! You should uhhh infodump about your FNAF AU, that would be really cool. If you want. Especially stuff about Vanessa maybe, she's my girl

Hi! Thanks for the ask! I always wanted to infodump abt this but I never found an outlet!!

Gregory Alavarez

12 years old

Argentinian

Vanessa offered to get him a haircut, but he preferred the messy shaggy hair

Has amnesia about his past life; he doesn’t remember his parents

Vanessa caught him trying to pierce his own ears, later she took him to a proper piercer.

When asked why he got the piercing, he said it was to match Freddy

Has a tough bad-boy exterior, but he's softer when in Cassie, Vanessa and Freddy’s company

Has like really good grades, he's a smart kid.

Has a lot of sleepovers with Cassie where they just chill playing video games and doing each other's makeup and nails

He also likes drawing and programming

He gets night terrors, and a lot of nightmares of memories that aren't his

He also HATES the dark, and he's a little bit claustrophobic

Owns a TON of Freddy merch and he decorates his bedroom with it

He sees Freddy as a parental figure, but he’s too shy to express it.

Is GGY/patient 46

Vanessa Alvarez

24 years old

Inspired off of her first poster where she had wavy hair and freckles (I just added a tooth gap bc I thought it looked cute.)

Lesbian

Has little recollection of her time as Vanny, Afton put her to sleep most of the time- but she's had visions and physical scars.

Pre-help wanted: her personality was bubblier, she had hobbies like baking, gaming and cosmetics.

Post-security breach: she’s more on the quiet side, she can get anxious and depressed at times. But shes keeping her head up for Gregory (and she’ll learn to do so for herself as well).

As for hobbies: She likes to read now, and she still bakes occasionally

Can be unintentionally rude sometimes

Her parents are deceased (backstory later ...*wink wink*)

She lived at the Pizzaplex for a while, but after the savior ending she got a brand-new apartment to start things over.

Vanessa and Valerie (tape girl) were romantically involved at some point, but were torn apart by glitchtrap

Freddy and Gregory live with Vanessa in her new apartment

Vanessa has legally adopted Gregory, but their dynamic is more sibling-like than it is parental.

Glamrock Freddy

His immobility slightly bothers him, not being able to express himself properly is the worst part of being just an animatronic head.

Vanessa and Gregory like taking him on road trips to see more of the world, so much so that Freddy considers traveling as one of his hobbies

Vanessa and Gregory connected him to the internet so he's basically like Alexa now (he's just sentient)

Him and Bonnie are long lost lovers (he hardly talks about it though)

He's become a reliable source of advice for both Gregory and Vanessa

Freddy is the peacemaker/glue/dad in the group

Vanessa has been working for a while to make a body for Freddy, though the lack of parts available for him has slowed things down. They resorted to stealing from warehouses and recycling everyday items to create a makeshift body for him. Though it's only halfway completed in the present.

He's really good at singing. Oftentimes, he finds himself singing lullabies to Gregory or singing along to tunes during road trips.

He misses his friends a lot of the time, and he’s still a little frustrated with Gregory for treating them with cruelty.

Dislikes conflict/ likes seeing the bright side of things

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 8 months

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You and Me

Shuri x fem reader, Riri x fem reader

Summary: You're tired of being Shuri's fun girl and decide to cut her loose for her best friend. A girl that shows you how you should really be treated.

Don't listen to what people say bout you and me...

"I will never be enough for you, just say it!" You screamed, you couldn't believe this was where you were. You'd spent a whole year chasing Shuri, being supportive, holding her down, being understanding, being patient.

"Why must you always do this when I go back?" Shuri sighed, as she sat on the edge of the bed and bent to pull her sneakers on.

"Always?" You scoffed. Was she serious? When had you ever been honest and open with her about your needs and wants? The most you'd done was ask her to visit more or call more and apparently that was too much.

"Yes! Texting, Calling, Emailing, you're too needy. The whole point of this was fun. No strings attached." Shuri hissed, she was annoyed with just how much attention you needed.

"No strings attached but you come here like a little bitch every fucking month to see me?" You reminded her. She constantly was off doing her own thing, yet whenever she felt lonely you were all of a sudden a priority.

"Who's a little bitch Y/n?" She demanded, getting up and stalking towards you. She towered over you, her face the picture of anger.

"You!" You repeated. You weren't backing down for anybody. She had already trampled on your feelings, she wasn't about to check you.

"Careful, My love." She chuckled darkly. Her eyes held a look of contempt that made you feel smaller than you already were.

You opened your mouth to say something then paused to take a deep breath. You needed to say everything you'd planned on saying prior to her visit. You despised the fact that she was able to melt your thoughts away with one look let alone a touch.

She'd come and right when you wanted to get on her about her bullshit, she picked you up, and fucked you against the wall before carrying you to your bed.

"It doesn't matter what I have to say. You don't care. You never will." You snort, tears forming in your eyes. "Goodbye, Shuri."

"Are you done.?" She shook her head.

"Get out. And do me the favor of pretending like I don't exist like you normally do but make it permanent." You said, brushing by her and heading for your bathroom. You didn't have the strength to watch her leave.

The moment your front door slammed you let the tears fall that you'd been holding onto. The urge to run after her and beg her to come back, to love you, to give a fuck was strong but you knew she would never care for you the way you deserved.

You thought back to all the videos you'd seen on social media of her with other girls, her partying all the time and being irresponsible.

The more you thought of her antics, and the constant disrespect and disregard she'd shown you the angrier you became. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself. Crying wouldn't do anything for you. You'd spent months crying.

You decided karma was better. If Shuri wanted to play with your emotions and act like you were insignificant, you would show her. You were going to mirror her actions but take it further so it hit harder.

Wanna come over? - Y/n

You sent the text quickly, a response coming through as quickly as the text was received. You took a quick shower, washed you face and pulled your locs into a messy bun before cleaning up your bed. You'd just changed the sheets before you heard the sound of your front door opening.

She had a key. You'd given it to her so she could come over whenever she pleased. Having met her through Shuri, the two of you quickly became friends. You saw more of her then you'd seen Shuri which was saying something considering they 'worked' together.

"What's good, mama?" She greeted, as you walked out into your living room to see her chilling on your sofa. There was food and drinks on the coffee table.

"Nothing. Your little buddy just left." You said to be petty. You moved to sit beside her.

"Shuri is taller than me, older than me and stronger than me. There ain't nothing little about that woman." Riri scoffed, incredulously.

"Shut up and feed me." You ordered, staring her down. She rolled her eyes before opening the pizza box and feeding you a slice.

"You're more than capable of feeding yourself." She pointed out even though she still gave in. At times you wondered why you hadn't met her first. She was always there for you no matter what.

She babies you, spoils you, makes herself available for you to rant without trying to defend Shuri, comforts you. At times you fantasized about being with her instead of Shuri but because you loved Shuri and wanted things to get better and knew that Riri was Shuri's only friend you tried to pretend things were working.

If you were being honest you put up with a lot of Shuri's bullshit because of Riri. She came with Shuri and you feared that you'd lose her if you cut Shuri loose or if you tried to pursue her. She was loyal to a fault, she would never purposely betray anyone she cared about.

"So I take it you and Shuri are still disconnected?" Riri questioned, she knew all about your issues with Shuri. Though she never gave an opinion on anything it was clear as day in her eyes that she didn't approve.

"Completely disconnected. We're done." You shrugged, as you leaned over to grab your drink and sip it.

"Done?" It's almost like she doesn't believe the words that have left your mouth.

"Done, finished, never happening again, Over--"

"Ok, I get it." Riri muttered, cutting you off. She watched you through conflicted eyes. This wasn't what she'd anticipated when she got your text. She was sure you'd need someone to vent to, never did she think you'd actually stop messing with Shuri.

"How do you feel about that?" She wondered, clearing her throat as she avoided your eyes.

"Free." Is all you said. You had decided no more tears, no more thought was going into Shuri. Your best revenge was moving on, completely ignoring her existence. That would hit harder than anything you could say or do to spite her.

"What changed for you?"

"I realized that I care about someone else more than I did her and that I deserved better, more." You explained. Your throat felt tight as you spoke. "I stayed with Shuri for so long because she was the easier option, being hurt by her was easier than admitting what I really wanted that had the potential to blow up in my face."

"What do you want?" Riri looked at you, her face stoic. She wasn't sure how to feel, to know you'd been with Shuri and took all that disrespect was crazy. And then to hear you liked someone else...

"You..."

"Y/n..." Riri's eyes widened. Surely you hadn't just said her.

"I could never be happy with Shuri. You made that clear to me from day one. You put me first, you check on me, you're always there when I need you, You show me just how high the bar is set." You tried to convince her. You needed her to understand.

"Shuri is my best friend." Riri sighed. "I'm the only person she has left to count on besides her brother's girlfriend and child."

"Tell me you don't feel anything for me then..." You plead. You knew she couldn't. Her actions spoke louder than her words.

"I have love for you y/n, who wouldn't. You're a great friend and an amazing person..." She didn't believe the words she was saying despite her effort of trying to make you believe them.

You felt angry, you knew she was lying. She cared about you more than she was admitting. There's no way she'd do so much, be around so much if she didn't.

"So you don't care that before I called you here, Shuri fucked me senseless?" As the words came out, you felt guilty at the look on her face.

Riri swallowed. She didn't like thinking about the fact that Shuri was able to touch you in ways she couldn't. That she was able to have you any way she wanted. She knew she had no right to feel that way, just having those thoughts was fucked up.

"That I let her fuck me like a whore. That she made all my self respect go out the window the moment she touched me?" You provoked her, wanting her to admit that she liked you. Wanting her to put what she wanted first over her friend who clearly didn't give a fuck about anyone but herself.

"Y/n." She snapped. You'd never heard her say your name like that. That tone had you crossing your legs and swallowing hard.

"Do you think Shuri gives a fuck about you enough to not go after someone you used to deal with let alone someone you were currently with?" You continued. "Weren't you the one that said she only reached out whenever she was lonely, that her friendship was hard to maintain at times because she pushed everyone away the moment things got too overwhelming?"

"Stop it." Riri groaned. She couldn't afford to think like this. The last thing she needed was to be Shuri's enemy, they were friends, they worked together often AND she belonged to a powerful nation while allied to yet another powerful nation.

You decided to act on instinct and pulled the oversized shirt over your head and slide off your panties. You watched as Riri's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. You knew your body was attractive, you had a natural body with curves and stretch marks.

You straddled her lap and watched as she quickly tucked her hands underneath her. You could tell she was trying to keep her composure.

"Don't you want me?" You pouted, your lips trailing her jawline.

"Y/n, please." She pleaded.

"I want you..." You whined, sticking out your tongue and licking along her jawline to her ear and sucking the lobe into your mouth. She shivers underneath you and her breath hitched.

"Do you really not want me?" You continued pushing her. You could feel your wetness slicking your thighs and you ground your hips into her.

"Fuck!" She hisses when you take her hand and slide it against your soaked pussy. She makes a strange sound as she feels just how much you want her.

"Maybe I need to call Shuri back if you don't know what to do with me...." You act like you're pulling away and something snaps in Riri.

She grasps your throat in her hands and pulls you so close your lips are touching.

"If being fucked like you're nothing and left is what you want you can call Shuri and play the childish, toxic ass games ya'll be playing." Her words make you feel small. "If you want someone who will worship you and treat you like the princess you are, then stop the bullshit."

You stare at her unsure of what to say to that. Shuri would have fucked the stubbornness out of you, she'd of made you eat your words.

"Now since you're so dead set on being with me. I'm taking you out. You're not going to just throw pussy my way." Riri made you feel like a school girl with a crush. You could feel heat rising in your face as you fought to keep the smile that wanted to show away.

"I.."

"You've done enough talking." Riri cuts you off. She reaches for your top that you threw off and placed it back over your head.

"Rest up, I have plans for your stubborn ass." Riri demands, and you move off her lap and head to your bedroom with her following.

#shuri x riri #shuri black panther #princess shuri #shuri udaku #shuri smut #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x black!reader #riri x you #riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader

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