#hey guys pls save the world thanks

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𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲. | Neteyam Sully

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : Hi, I was wondering if you could write a Neteyamxhuman!reader where the reader takes the bullet for Neteyam, so they transport her soul to her avatar and they become really emotional upon waking up and seeing her human body, dead and they all (sully family and metkayina clan) have a funeral for her human body. Neteyam comforts her and mourns with her??

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : neteyam x human!reader (eventual na'vi!reader. sully family x reader, ronal x reader (platonic).

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : thank you @karmascale for requesting this! this was a challenge to write and i hope i did your request justice! i did a few minor tweaks just to make the story flow better. this slightly deviates from the original plot in the movie! feedback is once again, much appreciated - i love hearing ur guys thoughts! this piece is my prized posession 😭😭😭 if there's any mistakes pls lmk! reader is gn!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : atwow spoilers, blood, funeral, angst, mourning/grief, eventual fluff, gsw, death, detailed descriptions of pain/slipping in and out of consciousness, seizure.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 5.6k words

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @odessa-is-my-queen

closely helped me through writing this so here is something to listen to if you want to get even more immersed ↷

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. That's the only thought that had been drilled into his mind ever since your body had struggled to stay afloat after jumping off the ship.

The once crystal clear blue waters were now tainted with an angry scarlet colour. Neteyam did not know what the source of it was. His heart had sunken, missing a beat when your head had not popped out of the water to cheer with the rest of them.

"Wait, where's Y/n?" Neteyam, panted as he tried to catch his breath.

Prior to all this, he had expressed how you should have gone back to Awa'atlu. But your eyes had a fire that even he couldn't shoot down. His family by definition was yours as well. You just couldn't sit this one out, not this time.

Your struggled gasps answered his question, your head bobbing back underwater only to resurface seconds later.

"Nete, I think I've been shot." You groaned in pain, as you struggled to stay afloat.

"You are such a skxawng, Y/n!" Neteyam cried, immediately swimming over to your side as he helped hold your much smaller body up.

"Hey, that's not nice." You tried to retort jokingly, only to cough up blood right after you had finished your sentence.

You weren't supposed to be there. Your link machine was experiencing issues, Norm was fixing it. Tuk, and Kiri, had brought you out to the ocean as you waited. You've been begging to see baby Ilu's ever since the Metkayina clan allowed you, Norm, and Max to stay behind after Kiri's seizure. Now seemed like the perfect time to do so, but they couldn't have been more wrong about their decision.

When you three had seen Lo'ak rushing off to warn Payakan about the tracker. Your friends not trailing too far behind him, you all joined too. You believed Lo'aks words from before, you didn't know such brutal consequences would come from such actions.

It was you and Neteyam who fled to drop the tracker further away, only to witness in horror as your friends were trapped in a net, being lifted by Ikrans and dropped on the large ship.

Only months ago were you all held captive, but the stakes are larger than life now. You were horrified. Neteyam curated a plan, only on the ship to cut them out of their restraints. Then you'd all head back together. But Lo'ak wanted to save Spider, and a sky-person turned Na'vi was blocking your freedom back into the water.

You weren't supposed to be there. He thought he got you out there safely, how stupid of him to think that.

His amber eyes caught sight of your gunshot wound when he and Lo'ak pulled you on top of Tsireya's Ilu. His world was crumbling around him, and all he could do was apply pressure.

"It hurts!" You grunted, the pain like nothing you've ever experienced before.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry, Y/n." Neteyam shushed you, trying to give you some comfort while calming his own worries.

His father's words began to repeat in his mind from the training lessons he used to teach his kids when they were far younger. This one focused on sky-people and the type of weapons they use. The damage it can cause.

"Son, a bullet wound is deadly - only if there is an exit wound."

How did a bullet even hit you? It should have been him. Now he felt like he was paying the price.

Neteyam cursed to himself, yaymak.

"We must bring Y/n back! They can help them there!" Lo'ak interjected, trying to get everyone's attention. He was worried for his friend who wasn't even in their Avatar body. The tensions were through the skies that gloomed down on you all.

Tsireya, clutching onto her dear friend for life - nodded hastily. Yipping at her Ilu, they made haste back to their village.

Neteyam previously thought his greatest loss was the time he missed out with you. But now there was a chance of truly losing all of you. He couldn't bare the weight that train of thought held over him.

When his parents had told them that they'd have to leave all they'd ever known. He knew you wouldn't follow in their footsteps. They didn't even have a foolproof plan. And it would be too dangerous for you, your avatar was not ready yet.

He wanted to stay, but his family needed him now - more than ever before. They wouldn't allow it anyway.

"I will wait for you, Nete." You had told him, speaking so softly. Your words were full of warmth, full of promise. You sounded so sure, and it reassured him so much. He was utterly devoted to every fiber of your being. You already encompassed his entire mind. Each decision he had been making lately that would benefit his future, always circled back to you.

If he closed his eyes he'd still remember every minor detail of that day. The day he had to say goodbye. It was gutwrenchingly beautiful.

You stood on a tree trunk, and he wanted to curse Ewya for having to make humans wear masks. Because as your tiny hands grasped his face, his fists clenched in sheer desperation to caress yours. But he couldn't, not with that damned mask in the way.

Instead he opted for tucking a stray braid behind your ear, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. His hands hovered over yours above his face, before grasping them. You'd never get over how they dwarfed yours, how it felt to bask in his warmth. It felt like a reminder from Ewya that you were destined to be together.

You could see the tears he was trying not to shed, and feel the way his hands were slightly shaking. His ears laid flat, tail hung low. And it felt like a punch in the gut, a harsh reminder of not knowing when he would come back here.

The fear of not knowing when you'd be in each other's presence again.

His gaze kept traveling between every feature of your face. The boy did not have any artistic ability in his bones, but he'd be utterly dumb to not remember every minute detail that he had fallen for.

This wasn't earth, there were no devices that could reach as far as they were hoping to go. No mailing system. They'd have to rely on their trust for one another this time.

With purpose, you held his chin. "I. Will. Wait. For. You." You had annunciated every word.

Determination flickered in his eyes, and his hands held onto your mask, the part that covered your cheeks. You blushed, he'd never done that before.

"I will wait for you, Y/n." He declared as his forehead met yours.

"Come on, bro!" Y/n suddenly said, wait what?

His shoulders were being shaken, and he was brought back into the harsh reality.

"Hop on!" Lo'ak tugged on his arm, as he and Spider waited for him. Neteyam swung himself onto his Ilu. They raced back to shore.

He briefly saw Ronal ushering a member of the Metkayina clan who was holding his Y/n, into a mauri.

He started to head towards them with Spider when he realised Lo'ak wasn't following. He quickly turned around and beckoned him over, only to witness him hopping back on his Ilu.

"What are you doing?" Neteyam hissed at him.

"I have to go back for Tuk and Kiri! They are still there, mum and dad as well." Lo'ak explained.

"I'm coming with you." Spider walked back over, Lo'ak wanted to argue about it - but knew they didn't have time.

He could see the conflict in his older brother's eyes.

"I got this brother. I know that doesn't feel reassuring. because I usually don't. But this is our family, I won't fuck this up." Lo'ak insisted, he didn't want to risk a slim chance of potentially losing anyone else.

"Lo'ak...-" Neteyam tried to change his younger brother's mind.

"Please, trust me. You're going to regret not being here if Y/n gets worse." Lo'ak contested, he knew he was right.

Neteyam shut his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Contemplating his choices, he knew what he had to do.

"Go, but be alert. This isn't a raid back home!" Neteyam said.

Lo'ak nodded in acknowledgment, turning his Ilu and heading back to the ship in the distance along with Spider.

When they were nothing but a speck in the distance, he quickly rushed over to the mauri he saw Y/n and Ronal enter.

He rushed in, his heart somersaulting at the sight before him. You were pale, too pale. Your chest barely rises up and comes back down. He could tell you were on the verge of losing consciousness.

"Please mother, let me ask for the humans!" Tsireya begged as she continued to try to stop the bleeding.

"Fine, go get them." Ronal allowed it, continuing to do her ritual.

Tsireya was about to get up, but Neteyam stopped her.

"I can do it." He mumbled.

He made sure his comms were on the channel that had a connection with both his parents, Norm, and Max.

"Norm, Max.-" his voice choked up.

"I don't know what you are doing right now, but Y/n is dying. I need you to come to the chief's house, now! I don't- I don't know what you need to bring but just what you can! Please!" Neteyam pleaded as he fell by your side, his fingers running through your hair.

Blood splatter was speckled on the inside of your mask, and you blinked slowly in response to his barely there touch. Gazing up at him, a pained smile graced your face.

"Neteyam, is that you?" You asked.

"It's me, I'm here," Neteyam replied, tearing up at your whimpers of pain.

"We're on our way! Eta is 3 minutes!" Norm's rushed voice sounded through his comms.

"Tell her we are here. I am here." Neytiri's voice sounded forced, holding in the emotions she was truly feeling at that present moment.

"Okay, okay. Mom is with you, she is rooting for you. You hear me, Y/n? We all are!" He hoped his words were giving you strength, he felt like anything he could potentially do wouldn't be enough. Neteyam could only pray to Eywa that his mother would be okay after what she had just heard.

Neytiri loves you like you were her own, to this day she cannot pinpoint why she held such prejudice towards Spider but not you. Maybe because his father killed her own and the fact he had destroyed her clan's sanctuary.

Your mother and father were fierce, in a sense they were seen as warriors through her eyes. Alongside Trudy, they had pioneered the revolution against Colonel Quaritch and his followers. Y/n's mother had worked side by side with Grace, while your father worked on the front lines.

Right before the battle, she had confided in Neytiri.

"I am with child. If anything ever happens to my family, please take care of her." Neytiri took this newfound information in and agreed, deep down only hoping for the best. They were some of Neytiri's and Jake's greatest allies.

But Y/n's father was killed taking a stand, and with too much sorrow in her heart. Y/n's mother carried you to full term. Only to pass away after being with you for the first three months of your life. Neytiri nurtured you alongside Neteyam. She too just like Neteyam, could only pray to Ewya that you'd be okay.

"I'm scared," you spoke so quietly that if he wasn't as close to you as he was. He wouldn't have heard you at all.

"It's okay to be scared, I've got you. You're going to be okay." Neteyam emphasised with you, trying to offer more alleviation to such a dire situation.

"We're here- fuck." Norm cursed, as Max unpacked a few things.

"Nete, I'm tired. I want to go to sleep." Drowsiness was tempting you, and the pain was beginning to fade into nothingness.

"No! You must stay awake!" Neteyam tapped on your mask, but your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You started to seize.

Ronal and Tsireya continued to chant, as Norm turned her on her side.

"There's too much blood, Max!" Norm shouted.

It poured out like a languid waterfall, strangely just like some of the ones back in the forest. He felt the dread tugging at him, he was losing you.

He held your head to stop you from potentially hurting yourself even more when suddenly your body slumped. Your breaths come out in wheezes.

Neteyam could no longer hold back his tears, he had never felt so helpless and petrified. He wished the rest of his family was here, in a room full of people - he felt stranded.

Max clocking onto this, pitched out a thought. "I don't know if it will work, but I have an idea." He held a flashlight above Y/n's eyes as he spoke.

"What is it? We'll make it work." Neteyam insisted. He would do whatever it takes to be able to rid you of this agony.

Ronal eyed the boy, understanding his struggles. Then stared at the humans who were fumbling over Y/n's body, using foreign devices.

"You wish to transfer Y/n's soul to their avatar," Ronal replied as she listened to your heart. It was weak, but still persisting.

Max gaped at her, the Tshahik must have put two and two together.

"We cannot save Y/n from these injuries, they are fatal. That is the only way." Max further explained, not meeting Neteyam's eyes. He knew what he was suggesting was an ultimatum larger than life. But he could not see any other way, you were already advancing further in succumbing to your wounds.

"What you are asking of me is something that has only been done a few times, not once has it been performed in our clan. As the Tsahik I cannot guarantee this will be successful!" Ronal protested as she continued to tend to you however way possible.

Tsireya continued to plug Y/n's wounds, listening in, as Neteyam hesitantly let go of your hand. Moving to Ronal, he kneeled down before her.

Ronal noted one thing, the eyes she was looking into were drastically different from how she remembered them moments ago. Now it was untamed, yet persistent.

"I know my family has caused enough destruction. I know you never wanted us here in the first place. You believed we would not do our part, and I cannot fault you for thinking that way. We have learned your ways, adapted like my father did." He then motioned to you behind him.

"So will Y/n. In your eyes, sky people come from demon blood, but their parents fought on Toruk Makto's side. They made a difference, just like Y/n has started to do here. Y/n is an excellent fisher and healer. The children in this clan have warmed up to them. Because that's the effect they have on people! I swear, if you give them this second chance, they will be forever grateful. And if it doesn't go the way we wish for it to, I will not put the blame on you. The decision of whether or not she passes through the 'Eye of Eywa' only lies with our great mother." Neteyam held his chin up high, not bothering to wipe away the tears that began to stream down his face.

Ronal looked at Neteyam for a few more beats, before shifting to look at you.

"Prepare them for travel, we do not have much time before they get too weak for the transfer." Neteyam cried out in relief, thanking the great mother as he moved back over to you.

"Stay with me, just a little more Y/n," Neteyam begged, squeezing your hand encouragingly.

"I can't feel anything Neteyam, please I'm scared." You whispered to him, and he tried to put on a strong face. But he couldn't even imagine how scared you must be if he was already paralyzed with fear. All he could do was pet your head. and give you continuous kisses on your hair and forehead. Ewya, please be with us right now.

"Where are they?" Neteyam could hear his mother calling for them outside.

"In here!" He beckoned them over.

"Tsireya, get your father and gather whoever can come with us. We must leave to the Coves of the Ancestors, now." Ronal advised her child.

She quickly halted what she was doing and dashed outside of the mauri.

Neytiri's hand fell to her mouth at the sight of you, weeping as Jake whispered comforting words to her.

"Mother." Neteyam looked up at her, not knowing how to proceed from here.

"Ronal, may I bring her on my Ikran?" Neytiri in just a single moment changed face. Time was of the essence.

"Yes, you have not been where we are going. Follow along with us." Ronal commanded, gathering her things and getting ready to ride.

At this point you were slipping in and out of consciousness, but Tsireya had been able to temporarily stop the bleeding. Neytiri cradled you in her arms as she walked outside, calling for her Ikran.

The Sully family and Metkayina clan made their way to the Cove of the Ancestors. Ronal could not shake the feeling she had thought. That no matter what - they would end up holding a funeral there tonight. She dared not to voice such feelings.

Neytiri stayed leveled, flying closely side by side with Jake and Neteyam. She kept looking down at you through the short journey, checking on you. She wasn't the only one who was doing so though. Neteyam as well kept a close eye on you. Sometimes his Ikran would brush too closely to Neytiri's. She let it slide this time.

The last time Neteyam was here, you were in your Avatar body. You both had a deep love for sacred places to the Na'vi, and this one wasn't any different. Neither of you has heard of the place before, but it didn't squash the appreciation you both had for it. He recalls not just being in awe of his surroundings, but also of you. Your eyes held something remarkable, full of wonder. You'd given him one of your big grins, the one that only comes out in times like this. Your deep appreciation for monumental sites like this made him think of how your heart was just pure gold.

"You'd make a great Tsahik one day", is something he had cheekily said to you. In return you gave him a smack on the shoulder, scolding him. He harbored such great memories from that day, he loved it. He could only desire to relive that instead of all this.

The wind swooshed in her ears, but Neytiri faintly heard you say, "I like it here." She grinned down at you tearfully.

Truthfully, you don't know much about where you came from, to you - Pandora was and always will be your home. Nothing could compare to the beauty it beholds.

"Me too," Neytiri spoke wistfully.

You all were approaching the spirit tree, submerged in the ocean. It glowed like no other. The clan began to make a circle around it, linking their arms.

"Jake, we have their avatar!" Norm called from a rock not too far from the tree that they were safely able to land on. They had left before everyone else to get there ahead of time.

Jake flys down to them, retrieving your avatar.

Neytiri and Neteyam go to the same rock. They step off their Ikrans as Neytiri treats them like a feather. Your whimpers of discomfort do not go unnoticed.

Ronal and Tonawari approach them with a large leaf of sorts.

"You may place her in here," Tonowari told them.

You looked peaceful, too peaceful. You were placed in the leaf, as Ronal began to float you closer to the Spirit tree. The Sullys closely followed behind their Tsahik.

"Jake, attach their avatar to the spirit tree" Ronal ordered.

Jake nodded, placing a mask on your Avatar and activating it - an idea of Norms and Max as you would be underwater for an unknown amount of time. He connected your queue to the tree, the closest he could to the surface.

"We must put them to sleep for the ceremony to start. If you'd like to say anything to them, now is the time." Ronal gave you moments of privacy, swimming over to members of the Metkayina clan to further explain what was going on.

Neteyam couldn't remove his eyes from your Avatar that was shifted with the current of the ocean. Swaying whilst attached to the Spirit Tree, he'd never seen your Avatar look so lifeless.

Jake waved him over, "Neteyam, they are asking for you."

Tuk was crying, her head leaning against your own. You quietly spoke to one another, even while in agony - you managed to make the youngest Sully giggle.

Neteyam drew closer to you, even if you were facing away from him. Like clockwork, you felt his presence. Your head slightly turning to acknowledge him.

Tuk moved back, latching onto Lo'ak as she cried into his shoulder. The entire Sully family have given words of encouragement to Y/n, Jake especially - explaining the process and how it felt passing through "The Eye of Eywa". He could only pray you'd get that far. He was truly hoping this wouldn't be a repeat of Grace Augustine.

"This is not goodbye. When you wake up, I will be by your side the entire time. You are not alone. Oel ngati kameie." He stated, headstrong - like his father.

Neteyam wanted to wipe away your tears, he wanted to lean his head against yours without the obstruction of the mask. He realised that very soon, it could be possible. If you make it through this, that is.

"Neteyam I-I, Oel ngati kameie." You stuttered, voice cracking. That was all you can manage.

Ronal expectantly surveyed the Sullys, Neteyam nodded. It's time.

"We will now begin the consciousness transfer. Neteyam, connect them to the Spirit Tree. You may rest for the time being, Y/n." Ronal announced, everyone, witnessing their mighty Tsahik.

Your eyes fluttered shut, Neteyam looked at his family, before taking a deep breath and bringing their limp body to the Spirit tree.

His eyes widened as one of the leaves reached out, attaching itself to your back. Eywa, are you here? A comforting hand met his shoulder, his foundation. His family.

The Sullys linked their arms as Neytiri and Neteyam held onto you.

The Spirit Tree was alive, its light brightening a tenth fold. Flickering, as it seemed to react to the chanting of the clan. The Sullys could only cling onto each other more tightly as each leaf on the spirit tree lit up. It was fascinating to witness, they were just hoping it would work.

Before they knew it, the lights ceased. Ronal from above the surface halted everyone, before diving down to where you were. Tonowari, Tsireya, and Ao'nung trailed behind. They all looked to you expectantly, hoping for any sort of sign.

Gasping you awaken, struggling to catch your breath as you immediately check your surroundings. Neteyam almost choked on the water as your eyes opened, he tried to get your attention but you were too lost in your own world.

You were in the water, but how were you breathing? The mind-numbing pain was gone, and you definitely felt different. You were trying to remember and process whatever had just happened. Oh yes, the ceremony. It must have not worked, you're still wearing a mask.

By instinct your hands move to cover your face in shame, instead, you see that it's your avatar's hands. You tilt your head down, the legs, feet! It's all blue. Did it actually work?

Neteyam swan closer to your side, pointing upwards. Signing to you to swim up to the surface, you nodded. Detaching your queue, you made your way to the surface - the Sullys except Neytiri followed behind closely.

This time when your head pops out from the water, there is no bullet wound. You weren't bleeding out, you were truly Na'vi. You've miraculously been given a second chance at life.

You removed your mask as grateful tears streamed down your face. You gaped at Ronal and the Metkayina clan, "Thank you, thank you so much." You spoke to them all, signing "I see you".

When you reached Ronal, you brought her into a hug. The soon-to-be mother of a 3rd child was in shock, looking at Tonowari. The man could only grin, urging his mate to return the hug. And so, she did just that.

"Y/n!" Tuk screamed in delight as she swam over to you, you disconnected from Ronal. Mouthing "thank you again", she let a smile slip as she took in your words.

You hugged Tuk, looking at Neteyam over her shoulder. He was looking at you, differently. It was expected that he was always more attentive towards you. It felt all too similar to when he tried to remember every piece of you before parting ways. He was in disbelief.

Neytiri came up from behind Neteyam, a large leaf in her grasp as Jake helped console her.

Neteyam let Y/n lean their head on his shoulder as he squeezed you, kissing your cheek. They all realised what exactly, or who Neytiri was carrying.

Your human body.

You didn't want to look, it felt far too strange to do so. While your avatar still held features very similar to that of your human self, most of what resembled your parents felt futile. It just wasn't the same anymore, and it never would be again.

You felt grateful that you were already aware of how it felt to live amongst the Na'vi in an Avatar body. Navigating this body isn't rocket science, you've been in and out doing so these past few months.

Tsireya comes, with a handful of flowers and seashells. She delicately spreads them around in the leaf.

"In our village, we give back energy to the ocean, the sea will allow their past self to rest peacefully." Tsireya indicated to the ocean floor beneath you all that held a yellow glow.

Neytiri leans her head down, kissing your now-closed eyelids. She felt a sense of deja-vu creeping up on her. Her family follows her actions, all of them kissing your eyelids, their own unspoken version of goodbye. As Neytiri and Jake brought your human body down to the sea anemone that awaited for you, all you could think and wish for - was more time.

You didn't understand why the circumstances had to be like this. As you watched that version of yourself begin to disappear, it physically felt like a part of yourself went with it.

Y/n no longer felt naive to Pandora. They knew more than most about this beautiful luxury. Now that they'd been gifted with a body that was stronger, and more capable. They would stand with their chin held high and fight. Just like their parents had done.

Slowly everyone disperses, making their way back to Awa'atlu. Neteyam can see how drained you are, he silently beckons you to follow him. They make their way back to his Ikran, flying back home.

Everyone's asleep. You had tried to do so yourself, but you only got a good hour in before being awoken by the thoughts circling your mind. Poor Neteyam was exhausted, so it didn't take much for you to escape from his hold and make your way outside.

You let yourself sit on the shore, gazing up at the twinkling stars and endless skies. Squinting your eyes, you saw someone making their way back. Ronal.

Her cyan eyes widened seeing you, hopping off her Ilu she walked over.

"Can't sleep?" Ronal inquired at the obviously distraught child.

You shake your head, no.

Ronal sighed, "I understand, today has changed your life. It is good that you have such a strong support system."

All you could muster was a grin, "Thank you, Ronal. I know I've said that countless times today. But I don't know what convincing it took, but I will forever be in debt to you."

This time, it was Ronal who shook her head.

"I am your Tsahik, you have proven to not be useless here. But that Sully boy, he begged for me to do whatever it takes to save you. I'd like to believe Tonowari would have done the same for me if I was one of the good sky people. You are essential to Metkayina, you are one of us now."

She let her hand linger on your shoulder. Before you could get a response in, Ronal was already walking away back to her mauri.

You looked over your shoulder, she'd done the same.

Speaking it out didn't feel enough, therefore you signed it instead.

"Oel ngati kameie." She did the motion in return.

As she walked inside her mauri, someone else caught your attention.

Your Neteyam.

He darted over to you, a worrisome expression plastered on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain?" He blurted out, lifting your arms to check if there were any wounds.

"I am, not physically though. Thank you for worrying about me, Nete. I am mourning what I've lost, what those demons have robbed away from me." You explained to him, your hand movements were erratic as you were still trying to come to terms with everything yourself.

Neteyam clenched his fists, before bringing you into his embrace. You leaned your head over his heart, listening to the steady rhythm. It dawns on you, you could've lost this.

Your grip tightens, truly taking him in as you bring your hands through his braids. You could've lost him.

He seemed to be coming to terms with the same realisation. You heard him sniffling as he breathed you in. You made him lean back, your thumbs following his tears as you gently brushed them away. He nuzzled his face into your hands, his body shaking as he tried to conceal the depth of his emotions.

Neteyam tried to speak, his mouth opening only to close again. You let him reign his thoughts as you continued to gently caress his defined cheekbones.

You gazed into his eyes, they were dark, lost. He seemed worlds away from you..

"I simply cannot live in a world that doesn't have you in it." Neteyam spoke through clenched teeth. Like uttering those words was a physical blow to his gut.

"Nete...-" You tried to offer words of comfort, only to be cut off.

You let him - because you understand him.

He exclaimed. "You are my home! You are my person! It should have been me, Ewya worked her miracles today. But seeing you now, compared to how you just were. I keep doubting if you are even real."

Neteyam could not meet your coaxing eyes, his hands were gripping your arms for dear life. Truth be told, when he had woken up and you weren't there? He had thought the ceremony was a sick joke he had curated to cope. His heart almost gave out when he went outside the mauri only to see you sitting in the same spot you always seemed to endeavor.

"And you are mine, I am here. I am real." You carefully removed his hands from your arms, placing one on your cheek and the other on your heart.

"The great mother has given me a second chance, all thanks to you. Do not beat yourself up for something that was out of your control. We've already lost so much time, I cannot afford to dwell on it any longer." Your words settled in his soul, making itself an oasis there. It was like a thwack to the back of his head, just like the ones you'd do when you scolded him.

You're really here. He could breathe.

You were right, it all has already happened. All you can do is move forward. That you can both do, together. As a pair, you were an unstoppable force.

His eyes that were so lost a few moments ago opened, with newfound sparks of hope. A new sense of purpose. Behind all that flickered rage, directed at the sky people. They would pay for what they've done to you if they crossed each other's paths in life again.

You beamed at him, he looks so radiant at this moment. He let you lean your head on his shoulder as he held your hands in his. He traced random patterns on yours as he looked down at them.

"Tanhi, I forget even now your hands are still smaller than mine." He smirked at you as you snarled at him.

"Shut up, skxawng!" You giggled and he could only grin in return, giving your hands a gentle kiss or two.

Between one another you talked about your favourite memories of when you were human through the rest of the eclipse. Neteyam chuckled at one he was specifically fond of as you continued to rant about it.

As his nose nuzzled into yours, your cheeks became a deeper blue hue at his actions. He couldn't be more grateful for the Great Mother and her ways. Neteyam decided to take this whole experience as the beginning of something else entirely.

Eywa has secured a lifetime with you. His father was right, his family is a fortress. He will no longer take that for granted.

Neteyam may not become the Olo'eyktan like his parents were preparing him for. But wherever either one of you went, the other always followed. He will protect that honour for as long you'll let him, and he hopes it lasts for this life and every other one that the world demands of him.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 3

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: three

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

brightness

we have training tomorrow

just a reminder

the REAL karate kid

ughh

kie

what's the bet leah and georgia

are gonna be a show off

while niamh's gonna be off in her own world

neev

hey! no need to call me out like that

i do focus

stairway

i am not a show off

willybum

me neither!

door knob

you guys need proof?

the imposter

damn

you guys got that athletic build 💪

the REAL karate kid

......

willybum

.......

stairway

.......

elton

.......

earpsy

.......

brightness

.......

neev

.......

lotte

.......

maya

.......

daily

.......

the imposter

YO

HOW MANY OF YOU ARE ON THIS CHAT??

elton

i think the rest are asleep

the imposter

are you guys all part of some cult omg

and why do you guys have like

group training together?

that's kinda sus

the REAL karate kid

honestly it's kinda fun and chaotic

lotte

are we all gonna ignore the fact that

nobbs has photos of georgia's and leah's muscles?

door knob

are we just gonna keep referring

the imposter as imposter?

or if anyone's gonna ask her name?

the imposter

your name's nobbs??

LMAO THE DOOR KNOB MAKES SO

MUCH MORE SENSE NOW 😭💀

also

my name's y/n

neev

that is such a pretty name

the imposter

thank you!

elton

you know

you never really answered

lotte's question nobbs ....

willybum

it's because i'm her favourite duh

stairway

um it's actually me

hence why she sent a photo of mine first

meado

and here we go again

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

elton

oi

hello

@everyone

why is everyone so dead right now

earpsy

maybe it's the fact that we just finished training

the REAL karate kid

and because we actually have lives

elton

that's a lie and we all know it

the imposter

how was training?

neev

tiring

feeling quite dead rn

willybum

funny actually

lessi slipped and slammed

face first into the training mat

elton

that was the highlight of my day

the REAL karate kid

glad to know my misery

causes you guys happiness

rusty metal

guys

i stumbled upon the best photo ever

my eyes have been blessed

stairway

omg

bronzy in her active era??

daily

ooh do show

lotte

it's intrigued my interest now too

rusty metal

neev

LMAO

willybum

WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS

the REAL karate kid

CRYING RN 😭💀

elton

STOP 😭

this is a masterpiece

i'm saving this

stairway

she's a barbie gurl 💅

earpsy

PLS 💀

willybum

i'm blocking yall

stairway

your eyes just can't handle this much art

the imposter

hello friends of y/n!

i was trying to take photos of y/n

and accidentally clicked into here

neev

hello friend of y/n

the imposter

WHAT IS THAT PHOTO OF LEAH WILLIAMSON 😭

is this some kind of football fan cult??

some of your usernames are familiar in a strange way

idk why i can't seem to place it

elton

hmm quite strange

don't you all agree?

stairway

hmm very strange indeed

brightness

yes

daily

indeed

willybum

very

the REAL karate kid

where's y/n?

the imposter

standing in front of me

has no clue i'm on this chat

i'll send a photo

hang on

(lets just pretend they can see your face in the photo)

now she wants her phone back

goodbye strange strangers

elton

......

stairway

......

willybum

......

the REAL karate kid

......

neev

......

rusty metal

......

brightness

......

daily

......

doorknobs

......

meado

......

kie

......

earpsy

......

maya

......

lotte

......

lauren 1

......

stairway

the whole chat rn:

elton

i was not expecting this today-

the REAL karate kid

toone, this is literally the best

most dumbest thing you've done-

neev

honestly

lotte

my eyes have been blessed twice today

willybum

wow

the REAL karate kid

you can get my number wrong

anytime toone

part four here

#lionesses x reader #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #engwnt #woso imagine #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #ella toone x reader #georgia stanway x reader #niamh charles x reader #woso #woso fanfics

[lawsvalentine]

How They Flirt • OP Men HC •

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Ace, Law

CW: slightly suggestive on some but overall fluff, bit of humor

Cee’s Note: Be honest ya’ll…..would you fold? 👀

Luffy

VERRRY touchy 👀

Mans is literally attached to your hip

If y’all are standing, he wraps his arms around you and holds you from the back

If y’all are sitting, he either has his arm over your shoulder or he’s resting his head against your chest

If y’all are lying down, he’s either laying on your stomach/ass or cuddling you

The funny thing is he does it like it’s the most normal thing in the world

Your in the middle of a conversation with the girls.

“Hey guys! What island are we heading to next?”

Luffy comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. Despite your flustered face and the girl’s weird looks. Luffy carries on the conversation without a second thought.

Luffy is also very blunt with his feelings

You will not have to question whether he is into you bc trust me he will make it KNOWN

Nami had to knock him silly a couple times for blurting out something inappropriate

Zoro

Zoro is more lowkey with his flirting

He will playfully tease you by calling you princess and dollface just to start banter between you two

He finds it so hot that you challenge him and don’t back down from his taunts

He likes seeing how passionate you get when you too bicker

He sees you carrying something heavy

“I don’t think you can handle all that, princess.”

“I can handle myself just fine, tough guy”

PLS his dick is so hard for you sgdhdj

Even though you say you can handle yourself that doesn’t stop zoro from doing things for you

Not that he doesn’t think you can, but it’s just in his nature to want to protect you and help you

Despite all this, don’t expect him to confess his feelings first sgshdj

You will have to be the one to make the first move

Usopp

Mans will say every and anything to impress you shshdj

Just lying straight through his teeth about “being an expert” at whatever the hell you are interested in lol

If you suddenly pick up a hobbie for shell collecting, suddenly he is the shell connoisseur and will go out of his way to find shells for you

“This one is so pretty Usopp, thank you!”

“Oh please, this little one is nothing! You should see the massive collection of shells I have back at Drum Island. It will blow you away!”

This man….

He will also try and act like he’s so experienced saying he’s been with so many women when in reality the farthest he’s gone was a hug by nami sgshdjdj

If you play along and take him up on his offer to “rock your world” you will have him a flustered stuttering mess 😭

Ace

Ok let’s be real….

Ace got the best rizz out of all the men here sgdhhd

He is just naturally charismatic and charming without even trying

But ironically when he’s actually trying to put the moves on you he can be corny asl 😭😭

I’m talkin pick up lines corny shdhjd

“Does your feet hurt?”

“What are you-“

“Because you’ve been running through my mind” 😏

“…..” 🧍🏽‍♀️

He’s so…..

Let’s just say he’s lucky he’s pretty lol

Law

This man does not know how to flirt to save his life sgshdjjd

If you actually thought he had rizz be so fr 😭

Mans is antisocial and keeps to himself

But when he does have a crush he literally doesn’t know how to handle it sgdhdj

His way of flirting is trying to give you fun facts about anatomy sgshdj

“Did you know that the female body is naturally more flexible than men due to them having more elastins in their tendons”

“Ok…..good to know?”

PLS he’s such a nerd shddjj

He’ll also gush about his favorite comic if you show an interest in it so prepare for even more facts 😭

Just like Zoro, will absolutely not make the first move so you will have to literally spell it out to him that you like him sgdhjd

#one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #monkey d luffy headcanon #monkey d luffy fanfiction #monkey d luffy x fem reader #roronoa zoro headcanons #roronoa zoro x reader #usopp x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace headcanons #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law headcanons

[via-l0ve]

OMG UR MIKE SCHMIDT HCS ARE PERFECT!!!!!!!!! pls do a part two 🙏🙏

(btw can I be 😾 anon? )

Dating Mike Schmidt Hcs PT. 2!❣️

a/n: ABSOLUTELY!!! thank you sm 😾 anon <3 i love u! this also includes just some general head cannons of him because he’s my baby.

warnings: nothing :)

mike drinks coffee and energy drinks all the time

his favorite flavor of monster is the original or the Strawberry dreams

if you like monster (i’m an addict) he buys you one every time he buys one for himself

when he was working at freddy’s you’d patch him up if he ever got hurt :(

you teach him how to bake so he can teach Abby

You’re the only person Abby likes her brother to be with

she incorporates you into her drawings after a while of knowing you

mike is so happy when he sees you drawn in because his sister’s approval means a lot to him even if she’s only ten

it takes a while for mike to open up to you

but when he does he kinda has to break it up into small bits

he’s surprised when you hug him and comfort him bc what no one’s ever done that before

his love language is most definitely words of affirmation and physical touch

mike is so stressed with his work schedule so he can’t always be there physically but he always, without fail, every. day. sends you a good morning and good night text.

that might not seem like much but it’s everything to me okay!!!!

“hey baby, good morning :) i love you the most and i hope you have an amazing day. im on my way to work now but when i get out ill text you and when i get home ill give you lots of kisses. i love you.”

that’s so fucking cute

you guys have frequent date nights that just consist of laying on the couch or in his bed and watching a movie while he lays on your lap or on your chest

Abby usually interrupts because she “can’t sleep” but we all know it’s just because she wants to watch the movie

Mike secretly has a savings account for the two of you

he wants the best for you and when he can give you the world he will

but for right now he’ll pay for some stuff and give you kisses afterwards

he makes playlists that remind him of you

he loves to give you his clothes

or, if you don’t want those, he gives you blankets of his that smell like him

Mike notices the little things

like if you told him a story about your cousin and how they pissed you off

and then you brought them up again

he would remember the incident but he wouldn’t remember their name

“oh isn’t that the cousin who did all of that stuff to you?”

you guys have deep talks at 2am while he lays on your stomach and you comb through his hair with your fingers and you guys just talk and make out

his lips are soft but his hands aren’t

you definitely flirt with him all the time to make him blush

he hates feet

like everyone wears socks in his house or he will shoot his eyes out

he also hates canned corn

don’t ask me why i think this is just do

he’s scared of being alone

he also most definitely uses “:) :( :/ .-.” instead of actual emojis

he laughs at all of your jokes

even if they’re just not funny

he dosent want you to get sad lol

he’s always scared he’s not enough for you

he works a lot and he’s constantly tired and he makes minimum wage so it’s not like he can take you out to fancy dates or anything

he opens up about how he feels and when you tell him how much you adore your little mundane activities he gets all teary eyed and just hugs you so tight

:(((

he just wants to be the best version of himself for you

he adores you

off topic - he’s a lightweight when he drinks

he’ll stumble into the house drunk and just clinging onto you like a sloth

poor baby

he just deserves the world

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #😾 anon #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt headcanons #i love this man #fnaf movie #fnaf #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson characters

[arachine]

– 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

+ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x hybrid! fem! reader

+ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mature

+ 𝐜𝐰: dark content, hybrid!reader, reader w/ oral fixation, oral sex (m receiving), very tame face fucking, mentions of gagging & choking, female masturbation, cum swallowing, dacryphilia (kinda), biting, bunting (basically when cats mark you with their scent), explicit language, a little angsty but i swear i didn’t mean to !!

+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this was a request for kitty!reader having an oral fixation and how’d they prevent it but i got carried away and did my own thing…sorry (not really) + everyone pls thank my sweet baby angel @cocoamoonmalfoy for beta’ing this for me !! this shit was hot garbage before lol :3

+ 𝐰𝐜: 3.5k 

+ 𝐝𝐭: my lovelies @snowflakeicicles @ringpop-poppy

trying to control your oral fixation was probably the most difficult thing they ever had to endure in their lives—apart from, you know, saving the world from man-eating monsters, battling evil scientists, and fighting crazy russians—but they still somehow managed to lessen the severity of it. 

at first, when it was really bad, you’d nip at almost everything. clothes, shoes, the legs of a table, hands—fingers, especially fingers. those were your favorite to play with. it had gotten to the point where their hands would be absolutely littered in cuts and scratches, and it had become quite troublesome having to explain to their parents how they had gotten them. 

so, that’s when they took it upon themselves to invest in some toys. they tried feathers, stuffed animals, fake mice, lasers, balls of yarn—but nothing seemed to ever work. eventually, they’d settle on just indulging you, coming up with more lies, more excuses, more nonsense to silence their parents’ ever-growing curiosity. 

“you’re trouble, you know that?” mike scolds, running his fingers over your silky coat. you merely purr in response, the tip of your tail swaying side to side as you continue to suck, bite, and rough up his digits. 

“thank god it’s steve’s turn tonight,” he throws his head back against the couch, “because i don’t think my hands can take anymore of this torture.” 

“yeah, my mom thinks i’m getting into fights,” dustin pipes, “i mean come on, look at this face. does this look like the kinda face to be getting into fights?” 

that’s right, it was steve’s turn today. your favorite chew toy, how could you forget? your mind wanders back to the last time you stayed at his house. how you’d played, slept, cuddled—kissed…and how he’d let you nip and suck on other places, too. just thinking about it was enough to trigger your human form, skin and flesh appearing in mike’s lap. 

“mike, mike, when will steve be here!?” you beam, pouncing on his chest. unintentionally, you pierces him with the tip of your claws, the excitement of seeing steve rendering your brain to complete and utter mush. 

“jesus, you just poked me,” the boy rubs his chest, “and why are you so excited to see him anyway?” there’s a beat. silence. it was a simple question, actually. could be answered with a ‘no reason’ or a ‘just excited ’s all’—but you choke, and mike finds this strange. odd. he takes notice of the way you avoid meeting his eyes, a tell-tale sign that you were hiding something, but before he can ask about it, heavy feet make their way down the stairs. 

“hey, guys.” everyone averts their attention to where the voice is coming from, a chorus of tepid ‘hey’s filling the room. 

there it was, that familiar scent. the one that belonged to…

“steve!” you leap from mike’s lap to embrace the brunet, wrapping the length of your legs around his torso. his hands settle on the curve of your lower back, and he smooths over the area soothingly, a soft expression gracing his face. 

“ready to go?” you nod enthusiastically, ears shooting up with a quick flutter.

“alright, you know the drill,” steve points to his backpack, gesturing for you to transform and slip inside. 

the drive to steve’s is quiet. and it’s even quieter as the two of you trek and traverse through the house and up the stairs to his room. the only time there’s anything but silence is when steve utters a ‘watch your step’, followed by the eerie sound of the wooden floorboards creaking and cracking under weight. 

“just us?” you query, falling into step behind him as you enter his bedroom. the door creates a faint draft, and immediately, your nose is flooded with his scent—it’s strong, intense, pleasant. you can smell him everywhere. 

“yeahhh, just us.” 

nobody’s home, just like all the other times. you never really poked or prodded, but kind of gathered that this wasn’t unusual for him growing up. coming to his house was always a drastic change in environment, it was just so much different than all the others—which was probably because they were kids, and had siblings of their own, and parents who liked them. silence and tranquility was not something they had the privilege of knowing. 

steve didn’t mind it, though. actually, he preferred it. with his dad frequently away for work, and his mother accompanying him, it more often than not, left him with an empty house—an empty house that provided him ample opportunity to do whatever the hell he wanted…which sometimes allowed for drinking, throwing parties, and well, bringing home girls. but more specifically, bringing home you. 

“blew out the main light, so it’s a little dark in here, sorry about that,” his fingers point up. he ambles over to his desk to turn on the lamp sitting atop it. it’s tiny and only illuminates a portion of the room, but it’s enough to just barely make out the wanes and curves of his face. 

your eyes follow him intently as he moves from one corner of the room to another, a piece of his uniform falling to the floor with every step, creating a trail towards his dresser. he’d always changed in front of you, never thought anything about it. and you never thought anything about it either—that is, until recently. 

steve had always been just steve. the one who doted on you, the one who tended to your wounds, the one who dedicated almost (if not all) of his time to ensure that you were well and taken care of. but now? now it was different, and you couldn’t quite articulate why. 

bare skin was just skin, and limbs were just limbs, but the sight of steve’s chest and abdomen perfectly outlined by the golden dim of the light, was making your stomach all knotted up. it felt like the feeling you got when you played with the others; when you laughed, and cuddled, and kissed them—but it was more intense, scary. in the way that you’d hoped he only ever did this with you—and no one else. 

“what is it?” he raises a suspicious brow. you don’t answer. instead, you let your feet trudge across the carpeted floor until you stand in front of him, until you’re so close, he can feel the heat of your breath fan his face.

you stand there, studying him, trailing your claws lightly over the places his abs concave and dip. he doesn’t know what you’re doing at first, just gazes down to where you stand before him, a look of perplexity etched into the crinkles between his brows. 

your hand wanders lower, and the boy releases a deep exhale through his nose. you can hear the pace of his heart quicken as you run your fingers through the trail of hair that starts at his navel and disappears under his briefs. experimentally, you ghost your hand over the bulge in his underwear, looking up to him with inquisitive eyes before placing a firm palm on his front. 

he swallows thickly this time, holds the spit in the cavity of his throat, and it burns as it trickles down. you had not the slightest clue what you did to him—the effect you had on people. he wonders if you think this is a game, if the things you do when you’re alone are fully of your own volition—if you actually feel the way he does. and you have to, right? a part of him wants to believe it, that your heart beats for him the way his does for you. 

“stevie…” his heart squeezes, and his eyes soften. god, you were the very incarnation of calamity, the thing that started wars and killed many a men. 

“yeah?” his voice is breathy, wanting. his eyes flicker across the expanse of your face, stopping briefly to glance down at your lips, then back up to your eyes. 

letting your impatience guide you, you pull him down by the shoulders and kiss him. it’s unrhythmic, inexperienced, and wet but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he melts into it. lets you explore his mouth, and peck at the plush of his lips. lets you taste him with your tongue, and run your teeth over the crevice of his neck, watching with bated breath as you go down, down, down…

“slow down there, kitty,” steve jests, “what’s the rush?”

what’s the rush? doesn’t he know that you waited all day for him? to play with him, touch him—taste him? to see him twitch and writhe as you work him with your hands, tongue, and mouth? to hear him call you a good girl—his pretty girl?

“been waiting for you all day, stevie,” you confess, rubbing your cheek against his crotch. it’s so warm, you can practically feel the heat seeping through the fabric of his briefs, and the groan that emits from his throat makes your ears flutter. you wanna hear it again, and again, and...

“all day, hm?” 

“all day, everyday. you’re all i think about,” your hands find the elastic of his briefs, “my favorite chew toy.”

steve scoffs at this, because of fucking course. how could he ever be so stupid to believe that you felt the same way he did? he has half a mind to pull you off of him and let all of this, whatever this was, end here. but the other half wants to continue, wants to see the tears stream from your eyes and coalesce at the base of your chin because he’s too big—too much. he wants to be selfish, wants to hear the sounds you make when you choke and gag around the thickness of his cock, feelings be damned. 

“figured as much…hey, we should—you should stop,” his hand reaches to push you away but your tail wraps around his wrist, halting his movements.

“no!” a beat. a transient silence that feels almost deafening, just eyes staring back into eyes, hearts thumping unruly. he’s taken aback by your outburst, doesn’t seem to catch the glass-like droplet ribboning down the fat of your cheek. 

your eyes depart from his face and fix themselves on the floor, ears following not too far behind with a sad flop. he only picks up on your dejection when you open your mouth to speak and the words come out in a tremble.

“’s not like that…you…you’re different. this is different,” you confess, “you make my stomach feel fuzzy and my head all dizzy! ’s not like that with the others…” the brunet doesn’t know what to say; actually, he does, he’d been fantasizing about this day for as long as he could remember, but the words leave him the second you tilt your head up jut those pretty little lips. he wants to kiss the pout off of you.

“really?”

“mhm, you’re special t’me, stevie. i wanna show you.” your fingers hook under the elastic of his underwear, and you pull it down teasingly, eyeing him as you take the flesh into your hand. “can i…?”

“fuck, yeah, yeah. ’s all yours.”

with a purr, you lean forward and leave a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, flicking your tongue over the spot before taking him into the heat of your mouth. you love this, you think. love seeing the expressions you can pull from him, love seeing how pliant he becomes in the palm of your hand, and the honey sweet praises he mutters only for you. it makes you feel useful, to be able to make him feel good, and take care of him like all the countless times he’s taken care of you. 

you’d been waiting to hear these sounds all week, the sharp intakes of breath, the heavy breathing, the drawn groans and expletives. so much so, that you’d find your hands wandering down into your pajama shorts many a nights, thoughts of the boy before you, and how it’d feel for his hands, mouth, fingers to be on you—and how it’d feel for his fingers to stuff your little cunt full. 

yeah, you’d spent many nights like that in the dark of mike’s basement, sweaty and fucked out as you brought yourself to climax over, and over, and over. the thought alone had your panties sodden with slick, and you could feel it begin to pool and settle. you were so unbearably wet, so touch-starved, you needed to feel some sort of relief. and right now, your hand was the closest thing to provide that.

steve watches with wide eyes as your fingers dip down the waistband of your skirt, and into the confines of your panties. the tips of your digits roll the nub of flesh first, then gather at your core before sheathing themselves inside. a series of moans vacate your throat and vibrate around him, coaxing him to press a firm hand to the back of your head. teasingly, you do it again, humming beguilingly to get him to replicate the reaction. 

“shit,” he drawls, placing emphasis on the ’t’, “feels so good, kitty.” your tail wiggles in response to the honest adulation, and so, you take him deeper, using the back of his thighs to force yourself down. 

he’s big. thick. and the stretch that comes along with taking him in your mouth is always a plaguing reminder. but you don’t mind it too much, you like when he’s all deep down there, and you can feel the tip of him hot and heavy in the back of your throat. it always makes you gag, and choke, and sometimes your eyes get too cloudy with tears to the point you can’t see, but it’s worth it. it’s worth it because every time, without fail, he calls you—

“good girl.” that. he calls you that. his ‘good girl’, not ‘kitty’ or ‘good kitty’—but girl. makes you feel all high and mighty, like you’re one of the others, like he sees you as something else other than just a hybrid that he’s been saddled with the burden of caring for. you know he loves you, at least you think he does. he hasn’t right out said it, but judging by his disposition earlier, you couldn’t be too far off. 

you keep your nose pressed into the skin of his pelvis until you physically can’t, pulling off of him with a loud pop. your cheek is wet with tears, and your chin is slick with spit, the two coalescing at the apex into a sticky mess. 

the sight makes him twitch in your hand, because this is what he’s been thinking about all day. this was his selfish wish, to see you below him with this expression. eyes all doe-eyed and desperate, hands still working yourself to orgasm. he can’t help but to reach out and rub the callused pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek. he adores you. 

“i lo—“ a pause, hesitance. your ears perk up. “you’re so pretty, y'know that?” 

oh. you feel like a dagger dipped in poison just punctured your heart and cut it into smithereens. it hurts, terribly so, but you brush the disappointment off of your face before he can notice and reacquaint yourself with his cock, stroking the length of him languidly, then increasing your pace, going back and forth between the two speeds. 

even if he doesn’t say it, those three silly words, the ones you so desperately want him to say—to you and no one else—you think you’ll be fine. all you care about in the moment is making him feel good, making sure that your spot as his girl, his good girl, is solidified and impenetrable. that when another girl goes down on him, they taste you. smell you.

“wanna taste you, mmf. gimme something, stevie.” your eyes flicker up to his, hand  still pumping slowly inside your kitten cunt, jaw slack and waiting. fuck, you were so unbelievable. such a sweet little thing, but if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were one of those high school sluts he brought in and out of here during his ‘king of hawkins’ phase. 

“jesus, lemme use ya,” he hisses, hands already coming down to rest on the sides of your head. “can i?” you nod your head, relaxing the column of your throat so that he can slip in and out with ease. the first thrust is experimental, slow. like he’s testing the waters. then, he does it again, pulls all the way out until only the mushroomy head of his cock is sheathed inside. 

all you can do is kneel there, breathe in and out through your nose while he builds up a steady rhythm. he decides now that he’s never gonna fuck another girl after you. because how could he? you were his, mouth molded only for him. heart beating only for him. 

nothing or nobody could ever compare after you, and he wishes he could boast to the world about how good you are for him, and how much he loves you, but he could never do that, not without consequences. he wants to keep you all to himself, away from evil, and anyone who’d ever inflict harm onto you. 

a string of profanities leave his lips. he’s close, and you can tell by the way he begins to fuck into your face with unparalleled ferocity. to guide him there, you begin to hollow your cheeks and narrow your throat, using a single hand to massage and pet his balls. 

yeah, he was gonna cum, could practically feel the white hot liquid traveling up from his balls and to his shaft. he can feel you start to get antsy, and when you start to scratch and claw at his thighs for air, that does it for him. with a final, lazy thrust, he releases the entirety of his load down your throat, keeping you pressed down on him until he’s sure every last drop has been emptied into your mouth. 

you push off of him so that you can swallow it down properly. it’s thick, and much warmer than what you can remember from last time, but swallow it. and when you do, a proud, cheshire grin creeps onto your face. before you stand up, you kiss the inside of his thigh, then bite down onto it, leaving a mark. a reminder. 

“i love you.” steve’s mouth moves on its own accord. and at first, he’s not even sure if he said it, but then he sees your little ears flutter, signaling that you did, in fact, hear his untimely confession of love. panic starts to set in, but then you rise from your knees and pounce on him, the two of you stumbling back into his unmade bed. 

“say it again, stevie,” the pupils of your eyes widen into saucers, tail swaying side to side as you hold your breath in pure, unfettered anticipation. 

“i love you, kitty. and not in that way.” he starts, choosing his words carefully, “…in the way that nance and jonathan love each other, and hopper and joyce. understand?”

your lips part to speak, to reciprocate his feelings, but your excitement is so uncontrollable that you end up biting down into his shoulder. the boy soothes the affliction and mouths an ow before breaking into a fit of laughter. 

“not sure what to make of that, is it something good?” steve smirks coyly.

“yeah, ’s good,” your head finds solace in the barrow of his neck. “i…i love you, too. always have. meant it when i said you’re special to me, stevie.” 

for a brief second, time seems to stand still, and the only way steve knows how to respond is with a kiss. a slow, passionate, sweet kiss that he pours the pining, desperation and patience of two years into, just hoping that you receive the message. 

and you do. loud and clear. you rub the skin of your neck against his, and you do it until every last pore on body is touched by your scent. until you can’t smell him from you, and you from him. 

“what’re you doing,” he chuckles, encasing you into a bear hug. 

“’s nothing, don’t worry about it!” you lie, but he knows. you left your mark. he was yours, and you were his. 

© all content belongs to arachine 2022. no reposts, modifications, plagiarizing, or remaking of any form without proper credit. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x you smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x black reader #steve harrington x black reader smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x reader smut #stranger things smut #dark.content

[missuniversequeen]

Hey do you think you could make madara Itachi susuke and shisui (I think thats how you spell his name) react to y/n dieing or saving them :> of not thats ok :3

Hello dear thanks for the amazing request but i need to warn you a little this is might be a bit ooc and sorry i can only write for Madara for now since I don't want to messed up the canon in those character sorry for my terrible mistakes on spelling and pls have a nice wonderful day :)

SHORT DRABBLES ~

MADARA,REACTING WHEN SOMEONE SAVING HIM

Madara Uchiha

First off who are you? Saving the great Madara Uchiha? No no the real question is what are you my dear?

We all knows he is one of the strongest Shinobi of all time and someone saved him? Was he's that weak? Does his dance move on battlefield lacking? Does he's slacking? Honey you're hurting someone ego cuz Madara knows damn well he is so strong on the god level and incapable of saving himself???

If we're talking about younger Madara he might have been impressed by your actions saving him in whatever danger situation he's facing but again i need to remind you this guy is egocentric man who only cares about might and skills.

So what are you? Water user? Fire user? Woodstyle user? You shocked everyone dear and lord Madara was impressed and he might be testing about your combat ability or intelligence since you're oh so great saving a man like him

He is the leader of the Uchiha clan...the most respectable there's nothing you can do when the news spread so fast The Uchiha Madara saved by someone. Guess you're famous now you're the main topic hm

Izuna might be grateful by your actions cuz that's his beloved one and only brother left so you're appreciated 👍

But i gotta tell you Madara maybe impressed but at the same time that poor man ego hurts so bad cuz in his eyes nothing comes close to him except hashirama the god of Shinobi...so you must be someone that on par with them....if it's during war he might questioning your intentions but if you're one of the Uchiha oh Lord you're honored!

But he might gonna be investing about you for awhile so be prepared and if he warms up to you ..than lucky you he might show one of the rarest sight you're gonna see

And i view Madara as an appreciative man of course after all he's planning something great for the shinobis world and you're saving him? Shall not be forgotten who knows you can bring down the man cold wall cuz you're somewhat special

I think a gift or two wouldn't hurt anyone and he might wants to show his appreciate gratitude towards you may it's gonna be "thank you" "I'm impressed by your braveness" or just overall celebrating for the victory and being madara's savior who knows.

He might also ask about your "dance move" if YK what i mean ;)

He also proves to be quite praiseworthy, giving praise whenever someone exceeds his expectations and harsh but constructive criticism when he sees it necessary. However, most of his praises are followed with a statement about how superior he and Hashirama are. Oh but you? Special case indeed and oh to be praised by lord Madara what an honorable person you are ;)

#naruto #madara uchiha #madara x reader #uchiha madara #naruto shippuden #madara #uchiha #izuna uchiha #naruto hcs #headcanon #konoha

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

pls do famous Mika and she talked about the boys in an interview saying how much she cares for them, and their reactions?

This prompt is so cute! I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry if you've waited a while though. TW for referenced mental health issue (It doesn't go into any detail though.)

Thankful

The incubi watched from backstage as Mika sat in her interview when they became the topic of discussion.

“So, you’ve been very open about your close relationships with the Anderson brothers,” The woman says, and Mika nodded in response. “I wanted to elaborate on something James said recently.”

She hummed and nodded, encouraging the woman to continue. “This is what he said. ‘Miss Anderson is incredible. She saved mine and my brother's lives, and we owe her a great deal.’” She quoted. “How do you feel, knowing they care so deeply for you.”

Mika laughed a bit as she spoke, choosing her words carefully. “I mean, they already do so much for me. Like, I guess you could say they saved me as well.”

James tilted his head out of curiosity, all of them watching intently. Damien simply smiled, knowing where this was going. “In what way?”

“Well,” Mika started. “I was going through a lot in that time of my life, and they helped me overcome a lot of issues without even really knowing.” The boys all blushed simultaneously, most completely unaware of this.

“You seem to care for them a lot.” The woman suggested.

Mika grinned as she spoke. “Yeah, they deserve the world. I wouldn’t be sitting here if it weren’t for them, I’m definitely the person I am today because of them. I’m so unbelievably grateful for them all.”

The boys were all as red as tomatoes now, Matthew and Damien grinning widely while the others smiled softly. Damien didn’t miss the tears forming in Erik and Sam’s eyes, but didn’t say anything to keep from embarrassing his brothers. They were in awe, thankfulness overtaking their minds.

Later, Mika came back to find the boys. “Hey, you guys ready?”

James stepped forward, but before he could speak Matthew had run to her, hugging her tightly and lifting her from the ground. “We’re so proud of you!” He said, knowing of her anxiousness in interviews.

He returned the embrace tightly. “Thanks! I was so nervous, hehe.”

Erik kissed over her knuckles. “We couldn’t even tell, Princess.”

James chuckled. “Miss, we truly appreciate your kind words earlier.” The others nodded vigorously, aside from Sam who just looked down to hide his blush. 

Mika beamed as she responded. “Well, I meant it. You all mean so much to me.”

Damien gave her a gentle hug. “Believe me, you mean the same to us.”

Sam looked up, smirking as he ran his hand through her hair. “Yeah, even if you are a doofus.”

She smiled, blushing at all the praise. “Let’s go eat!”

#seduce me the otome #seduce me otome #seducemetheotome #seducemeotome #fanfiction #seduce me fanfiction #anon request

[kizzer]

You're Fucking Pathetic Part 2| The Umbrella Academy FF

A/N: I am so sorry this took me so long to write I honestly couldn't come up with ANYTHING. But, after some hours of procrastination and some coffee up my ass I finished! =] ALSO, I ended it off in a way that's much easier for me to continue, plus I have an Idea for a part three so stay tuned for that!

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TUA SEASONS 3, swearing, mentions drugs, death, (if you guys have any other tw's I need to add, pls let me know!)

part 1 | next part (coming soon)

After that argument you left everything tense.

As you should.

You walked around the house looking for Viktor, worried he’s hating himself right now. Honestly if you could whoop Allisons ass right now you would but checking in on Viktor was more important. You walked along the halls, tracing your hand along the wall, reminiscing about the old times. You and Diego reading books to help with his stutter. You and Klaus and Ben having random ass dance parties. You and Allison and Viktor gossiping/venting about boys that try and talk to you all the time. You and Five jumping through time together. You and Luther watching movies late at night even though you had training in the morning.

You pass Ben's old room and see Viktor laying down with Harlan’s recorder on. You also hear Ben.

“Have you been waiting for someone to come chase after you this whole time?” He asked.

“Wow! That’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s official. Our Ben was better.” Viktor says.

“Yes. Yes he was. Especially because he knew when to shut the fuck up. Why don’t you take note?” You say flipping Ben off.

“Ouch.” he says and walks out of the room.

“Hey…Are you doing okay?” You say sitting next to Viktor.

“Y/n….You know I didn’t mean to end the world right? O-Or do anything Allison is blaming me for?”

“Of course Viktor! Had we been honest about your abilities from the beginning and had father been patient with you then none of this would have happened.” You place your hand on his back, “Even when you wrote that book, everyone was mad for what? Because you told the truth? Told the world we weren't the perfect family they thought we were? I mean this with good intentions. I never cared about that book. You were outcasted all your life, ignored even by the people you called family. That book? Was your story. And I’m sorry they ignored that.”

Viktor laughs lightly.

“Thanks y/n/n. You know, even though you were never really adopted into our family, I'm glad you became my sister.” He smiles softly at you bringing you into a warm embrace.

“I hated myself for so long. I hated you all for so long, and when my powers exploded I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know I would cause the end of the world… Allison blames me for destroying Claire but if it was up to me I wouldn’t have taken her from her child and she knows that.” Viktor sighs heavily.

“Vik, I get it. I love you and you are an amazing human now. When I told you back in ‘63 that I forgave you, that's what I meant.” You say hugging him for one last time.

“Thank you. Before you and everyone else forgave me…I-I almost…”

“Hey, hey, hey. I love you okay?” You say looking into his eyes

“Now, wanna help save the world?”

“Do I have a choice?” Viktor says walking out of the room.

You guys head down to the basement and walk down to see the Kugleblitz. It was the first time you ever saw it because according to your “older” siblings you were too fragile and small to be around something so massive and destructive. You didn’t mean any harm but you were more afraid of Viktor on his good days than you were that ball of lighting. You and Viktor enter the basement to find everyone standing around the ball of lighting. Five standing a little too close for comfort.

“Five, you’re scaring me.” You say beckoning him to your side. He sees that you are worried and steps back. You take a hold of his hand, not on no Allison and Luther stuff but the last time you let him go he slipped away for 15 years so, apologies if you are a little attached.

“Okay, how do we start?” Viktor says.

“Have you ever moved a nest of bees?” Sloane asks the group.

“No, because that’s weird…” Lila replies.

“You can’t just pick it up.” Sloane says, “You have to keep the nest calm while you build the box around it, and then you trap it.”

Allison is standing near you, with Five on the other side of you. You pull him to switch hands so that he stands in between you and Allison. He looks between you two then whispers in your ear.

“You’re being childish. Is this really what you wanna do while we are face to face with impending doom?”

“I’ll forgive her when I'm dead.” You say turning forward again.

“ Don’t say that.” He retorts, clearly not laughing.

“Sorry, force of habit?”

You weren’t really paying attention to the rest of the directions honestly because something else caught your attention. Footsteps. Who could it have been? Reginald wasn’t home and from what you could tell Grace was nowhere near the basement. It didn’t sit right with you.

“You didn’t tell me you were building a prison for God.” Grace says.

You look over and she is coming down the steps dressed as a nun holding a flamethrower.

“What the actual fuck?” You whisper under your breath to Five.

“Mom?” Diego says, looking at her.

“You have no right to do that.” She continues.

“We’re a little busy here Grace.” Luther yells.

“The day of vengeance was in my heart”

“What are you talking about?” Diego questions as he gets closer to her.

“And my year of redemption hath come.” Grace says.

Before you could react you see flames charging at you. Diego and Luther Jump out of the way but before you could move the flames catch your left sleeve on fire. You fall to the ground patting the fire out. As you lift your head you see everyone in a panic backing away from Grace but also worried about what would happen to Sloane and the others working on the Kugleblitz. You see Five running past you and pull him down to you.

“Okay I think I have a plan!” You yell over everyone so that he can hear.

“Is your arm okay???? Let me see it!” He says reaching for you.

“I’m fine! We don’t have that much time! You go and blip behind her and blip her upstairs after I charge her up with enough electricity to neutralize her!”

He nods his head and blips behind her. You stand up and give everyone a reassuring nod. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, channel all the anger you feel towards Allison, all the sadness you feel from the death of Harlan. You feel the ground rumble and feel the electricity course through your veins and you guide it through your fingertips shooting it at Grace.

“Go!” You yell at Five and he blips her away.

After she was taken care of you guys finished the job and then went upstairs to celebrate.

It was great. Besides Allison brooding in the corner everyone was drinking, dancing, and having fun. You however, weren’t big on drinking but you did have a blunt rolled up so you lit it and started smoking. You could see Allisons face turn up at your actions. Allison was never a big fan of you smoking weed, especially after you got high before a mission and ended up “harming” a citizen. By harm, Allison meant she wasn’t the one to rescue them so when you brought them back with rope burn and a few cuts she used that as an excuse to get you benched from any missions until father said so.

“Y/n, if you’re gonna smoke take it the fuck outside. It stinks.” Allison says from across the room.

You look at her and because you just saved the world you decided not to fuss.

“Is smoking bothering anyone else? If so, I'll put it out.” You say taking a long puff before blowing it out of your nose.

Everyone shakes their heads no before going back to their activities.

You smirk at Allison and turn to Viktor, “You wanna try?”

Viktor turns pale, “Y/n! You know I don’t smoke!”

You chuckle lightly, teasing him is so fun.

Before you could blink you saw Fei going to clink her glass with Christopher. Oh no. You knew that if disturbed with a different vibration than its own the Kugleblitz would react and destroy everything getting worse. You go to stand and call her name but you’re too late. You watch as Christopher starts to shake and Fei and Ben start to back up. Next thing you know you feel a Kugleblitz wave flow through your body and knock you over. When you look up Chris and Fei are gone….

There is no time to be sad as you watch the Kugleblitz get bigger and bigger.

Shit.

———---------------——TAGLIST---------------------------@beakami @birbtweettweet @sleep-yv

#the umbrella academy #five hargreaves x reader #allison x reader #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther x reader #diego x reader #umbrella academy klaus #umbrella academy x reader

[wizardfrog69]

Helloooooo‼️‼️ Good morning/afternoon/evening cause idk what timezonenyou're in. :)) This request has suicide stuff in it so obviously you don't have to do it if you're not comfortable with that‼️

Basically, reader who is a minor (it's more dramatic if it's a child 🥰) is with the DOA. They already want to die, and tried a few times but Nikolai ended up saving them, because they still need them for one of Fyodor's goofy plans. And this time, the reader is just like "oh hi Fyodor pls kill me"

What would happen??? Would they die? Would anyone care if they die??? OoooOOOoOOoOOOoO

Thanks for reading this, and before you think anything weird, no I'm not gonna slide in the sewer, I'm just feeling silly

Byyye, love your works!!❤🧡💛💚💙💜 rainbow hearts cause you're gay 🥰

Omg I love this request, and thanks for making me laugh. And I'm in the European timezone, so it's morning for me. Good evening or afternoon, I'm assuming, but afternoon/morning/night

'•.¸♡ Let me die ♡¸.•'

Warning!!!! This contains a child wanting to commit SUICIDE and dying!!!!

If this subject is triggering in any way, please do not read! Your mental well-being is more important!

Angst (platonic)

Warnings! Suicide, description of suicide attempt (consuming rat poison), self hate

I know this subject can be very triggering, especially since the character is a child, so please continue at your own risk and please take care.

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Fyodor/Nikolai x child reader (platonic)

This mentions suicide!!! A child wants to die in this!!

First point of view

I was forced into an organisation called the decay of angels. From the name alone, i should have guessed what it was about, but I didn't. How could I? There's a reason I want to die.

The people there are horrible, there's a guy, his name was Fyodor or something, he never comes out of his office and has this brutally cold look in his eyes, like he wants me dead. Then there's this clown... Nikolai was his name. The only nice person here is some guy named Sigma, but I can barely see or talk to him. Everywhere I go, it sucks but what else am I supposed to do?

I've had enough, enough of these people and enough of this world. I found a bottle almost full of rat poison. Since it's poison, it should kill me, no? I'll just drink the whole thing. But where? Here? No, I shouldn't. Someone might try and stop me, but would they? No, im useless. No one will ever try to save me.

I stand there, looking at the warnings on the bottle, I open it and sniff it. It smells... like fish? I cover my nose after smelling it. It smells like shit! Ew. I'm a bit hesitant to drink it. It smells like fish, so it must taste worse. Well, if I'm going to go out, I might as well go out with something that smells like shit.

I bring it to my mouth, but before I drink it, I feel a hand take it way, then my hand disappeared! What the hell! I look over and see the clown, Nikolai. That's my hand! My hand is in the air! I tried to move it, and I accidentally dropped the poison. Shit!

"Hey, let go!" I shout, he's not that far away, I know he heard me. He did so and walked up to me. "Don't kill yourself! We still need you!" He responded, he wasn't even worried! Does he not care??? What I-! Ah! "Why? What for?!" "Come with me." He took my hand and led me into the office of the cold guy.

He didn't even knock and simply walked in, still holding my hand. "Hey, dostoy~" He exclaimed. He never talked to me like that! How rude. "We still need this one, don't we?" He points to me. This one??? He could have at least not called me this one! The cold guy- Fyodor, looked at him and simply responded "yes". Fuck it! Maybe he can help me die. I walked up to him, the clown letting go of me while I walked up to the cold. "Fyodor, can you kill me?" I asked. Maybe he'll agree. I swear if he pulls the 'Oh but you're too younge to die!' Or 'you're just being dramatic' shit I'm gonna punch him. "You're already dead." The said plainly. What? I'm already dead? What is that supposed to mean?.... That... I was going to die at the end of his plan anyway?... Oh, that. It's what I want, isn't it? "Thanks." i leave, the clown staying behind.

It's what I wanted, I wanted to die, and now my death is final... shouldn't I be happy? Shouldn't I be relieved?... why do I feel this way....

Why am I crying....

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Such a silly request :)

Idk why I made them cry at the end, ehm, yeah :)

Have a wonderful day/night, and idk, do whatever makes you happy :)

-with lots of love, Az

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #nikolai headcanon #bsd fyodor #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor hcs #fyodor #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai

[nerdysleepybunny]

ray and norman as your boyfriend hcs? gender neutral pls :) i am in love with these two-

Goodness, so many asks! Thank you all so much, I’m loving the hype! You didn’t specify whether you wanted them separate or as a poly relationship, so I’ll make them separate for now! Please feel free to request again if you want it to be poly!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom: The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Ray, Norman

Reader: Gender neutral

TW: None, just fluff!

Style: Hcs

Summary: Ray and Norman (separate) as your boyfriend! This takes place at the house. I was going to write the temple and the human world as well, but it got super long pretty quick- If you’d like me to write for those settings as well let me know! Hope you enjoy. <3

Norman:

Confession:

I feel like Norman would be good at hiding it yet at the same time be obvious. You’d either be confused or oblivious.

Norman hangs out with you all day every day! You sit together during breakfast and dinner, play together, all of it!

When you guys play tag and Norman is it, he always saves you for last. He of course always knows where you are, but he likes to catch you after everyone else so he can spend some alone time with you.

Norman taught you some tricks, and you decided to try some of them out. You were busy covering up your tracks, when suddenly arms wrap around your waist. You let out a squeak, managing to hold in your scream. He leans closer to your ear. “Found you~”

He praises you for following his tips, but warns you to be more careful and aware.

If you’re it, you always find him last, even if he makes it easy for you. He’ll eventually give up altogether and not even hide, just walk around looking for you. Eventually you run up to him from behind. He easily hears you coming and smiles, turning around just in time for your hug attack.

“I finally found you!” “Yeah, you did! Good job!” He’d laugh at your cuteness and pat your head.

Eventually he decided he finally needed to tell you. You two were chilling in your room, when he eventually brings up the subject of crushes. “Hey.. Do you, uh, like anyone?”

You smiled and nodded, yet by your mischievous grin he could immediately tell you wouldn’t be telling him who it was anytime soon. You quickly turned the question on him and asked if he liked anyone. “Yeah, actually, I do. They’re the kindest and most beautiful person I know.” You gasped and begged him to tell you who it was. “Gosh, (Y/N), you’re so oblivious. It’s cute..” It took you a moment to register what he said, looking at him confused.

He offered a simple smile and took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, raising your head up towards him. “It’s you, (Y/N). I love you so so much.”

You blushed and hid your face in his chest, quickly mumbling about how you feel the same. He laughed at your reaction and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close.

First kiss:

I feel like he’d kiss you either during tag or when you two are cuddling.

He found you again, like always. You didn’t even scream anymore when he came up behind you and pulled you close. “I found you, my darling~” He whispered, yet his voice was deeper than usual. It made you freeze up as he laughed and turned you around. Then, before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You were in shock, though eventually melted into it.

The other children knew that it took you two a while to leave the forest, though it never took you guys this long! They were getting worried. Ray sighed and abandoned his book on the floor by the tree, taking his watch with him to search for you guys. He eventually found you two, lips connected and your back against a tree, though he wasn’t pinning you, both of his hands were on your face, which was currently as red as a tomato.

Ray rolled his eyes in annoyance and disgust. “Alright idiots, time’s up. The others are waiting on you.” You two pulled away and stared at him in shock, Ray laughing at the sight of your faces.

The three of you eventually walked out, Ray still snickering as you two were still bright red and holding hands.

If you and Norman were cuddling, it would happen when both of you are already half asleep.

He’d put his hand gently on your cheek. “(Y/N)…” He’d whisper in his sleepy voice. “I love you. So much..” And he’d peck your lips, pulling you into his side before passing out. Your face was heating up and you smiled, pecking his lips even though he was asleep. “I love you too, Norman..” and you’d fall fast asleep with him.

Ray:

Confession:

Like Norman, you two hang out all day everyday! Sitting together at breakfast and dinner, sitting at the tree together whilst everyone else plays tag, reading in the library together.

He won’t really hide it, instead being pretty blunt and obvious. Though if it were to be brought up he’d get defensive real quick.

You get called an idiot 24/7, yet you never hear his mumbles about you being his idiot.

When you guys are reading together, he’ll let you put your head against his shoulder or lean against him. He’ll even read to you if you ask. Bonus points if you fall asleep on him, he’ll fall for you even more. Yet he’d never show it.

You two definitely fall asleep in the library together, and you’re always confused when you wake up with you two tangled together. Ray would pretend to be confused too, yet he secretly cuddled up to you.

If you praise him, he’ll brush it off and turn his back to you, calling you an idiot. But little do you know that his face is tinted pink, with a small smile on his face.

He’d never let Mom find out about how much he loves you. He wouldn’t survive if you got hurt in any way, especially because of Mom.

He’s jealous and protective as hell, barely being able to stand it when someone gets too close to you. May even get in a fight with someone over it.

Challenge him, he loves it. Loves making deals too. “I bet I can reach the fence before you do!” “Oh yeah?” “Mhm!” “Alright, if I win you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the day. If you win I have to do whatever you say for the rest of the day. Deal?” “Deal!”

He obviously won. He made you do embarrassing things that’ll make you blush, like making you lay close to him (even though you guys do that all the time), sitting on his lap, stuff like that.

I think this is the way he’d confess tbh.

“You have to kiss me.” “What?!” “I said, you have to kiss me.” “But-!” “But what? There a problem? Something holding you back?” He eventually got you to accidentally blurt out that the problem was that you liked him. You didn’t even realize you said it until you noticed him staring at you with a satisfied smirk, thinking back to what you could’ve said to make him smile like that.

When you finally realize your face is completely red. You run out and hide from him, not giving him a chance to confess that he felt the same. He also never got that kiss. He’d have to change that!

First kiss:

The next day, he finally found you alone in the library. He smiled and went over to you, trapping you in his arms. “Ray-!” “Sh, let me talk, idiot.”

You soon stopped struggling and shut up, letting him speak. “I like you too, dumbass. Plus, you never gave me that kiss.” You blushed and quickly pecked his lips before hiding your face.

He smiled and lifted your head, staring into your eyes. He gave you a longer lasting kiss before finally letting you go. You ran behind him and shoved him, of course not making him fall but temporarily stunning him with shock, running out the library screaming “Idiot!!”

“Hm, guess my ray of sunshine wants to play tag.” He eventually found you in your room, trapping you again. “Does this mean you’re mine now?” You huffed and nodded, making him chuckle. “I’m glad..”

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Aaaa I love these two so much. Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send more asks! 💕

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn norman #tpn ray #bun asks

[dominicsorel]

Hey can i hear abt ur passed pawn duo/sora kairi bbs theory pls im rlly curious

AAAAAA IM SO HAPPY U ASKED OK so for me i think they’ve been dropping hints in each game for a very long time but it’s easy to miss them.

The biggest one as of recent is in MOM where Kairi tries to find Sora in her memories. She might have thought he returned to her like Vanitas had Ventus’s past memories after being split from him in the way they were (KH3 novel states this) so that’s why I believe she chose the memory search method. She thought it’d be the most productive way to save Sora because he’s not just a product of himself but the old Kairi as well. He had her old memories for a very long time and it helped shape who he is even if it was on a subconscious level. Xehanort says those memories long gone and that implies Kairi’s old memories went SOMEWHERE.

But why do I think this? I’ve got a few examples.

Kairi didn’t want to leave the islands but Sora held an interest in Kairi’s home world. “Xion came from Castle Oblivion. That’s probably why she was asking about the place.” Riku runs operations for the Sora search out of Radiant Garden where Kairi is from. Ienzo states he hasn’t seen Sora since the castle but…he never saw Sora at Castle Oblivion. Sora also is the one to help restore Radiant Garden. And a small note I enjoy is Sora apologizing for lying to Ariel about not being from another world. Ariel isn’t mad and states if he can visit other worlds, maybe she can too. Reminds me of Sora looking like he thinks Riku is talking to him when he’s telling Kairi it’s thanks to her he thought of trying to go to another world. He might’ve gotten credit if he was honest about who he used to be. If he even knows. Shang also gets upset at Mulan for lying about her identity and Sora even expresses he can relate to her in the manga version.

(Maybe for different reasons but the reading of what gender you view him as is up to you. Personally, I read him as a trans guy.)

Sora makes the difference in helping save Aqua. Aqua stated she felt like she met Kairi for a reason and Sora helping save her after ten years of suffering in the Dark World sounds like a pretty big reason to me. He could also use her weapon Master Defender which Kairi touched Aqua’s weapon when they met and people have theorized that’s how Kairi can use Destiny’s Embrace so…wouldn’t the same be possible for the old Kairi?

Xion looks more like Kairi but she has a lot more similarities to Sora in her personality that Riku himself can’t help but notice in the Days novel. It wasn’t just him seeing Xion as Sora. He felt like he couldn’t lie to her because of how much Xion and Sora had in common. She also stays at Hollow Bastion after running away. From this, I think she’s supposed to be a hint that the old Kairi has been Sora right under our noses this whole time. Xion also expresses worry about Kairi in the Days novel that’s very reminiscent of Sora’s care for her. Namine actually keeps her promise to be real friends with Sora through Xion too. My favorite indication of this is Data Sora asking Data Namine if she kept her promise “to the me I don’t know”. That’s why them talking happily in the KH3 ending is even sweeter.

That’s just some of my reasons but I’m out of energy so we can continue this in another ask later if you’re interested! I’m really happy to know people are curious about this because it feels like it’s becoming more and more real with each game.

#didi speaks #text #sora is bbs kairi theory

[serotoninny]

Hey- hi. My sister and I grew up playing Super Paper Mario constantly. I would absolutely love to hear any and all thoughts you would like to share pls and thank you!!

HELLO! HELLO HI!

wanted to start off by saying Holy Shit!! spm was a video game me and my sister also played growing up!! we never beat it back then but recently she came home and got me hooked on it again and we played it all the way thru. we also did fun little voices for each character I got to be dimentio so that was very fun ^__^ i think Objectively its not a very hard game (which is why we were able to beat it LMAO) but what it lacks there it makes up for in STORY and super strong characters and i adore it so

IF ANYONE!! ANYONE wants to respond to anything ive said in this word soup of a post PLEASE DO!!! in the tags in the comments i just like seeing ppl talk abt whatever the hell about spm. Head canons Theories You name it

this is . a little scattered around. u do not have to read all of this but thank you for giving me an excuse to talk abt spm VVV

first of all themes of love being the answer make me wanna bawl my eyes out and i gotta be real i did tear up at the end of the game when blumiere and timpani have bounding through time ost playing and then walk out of frame. CHEFS KISS. lovely. i like how each chapter the gang goes thru has its own unique little set of townspeople and even thru little bits of dialogue u are left wanting to defeat the chaos heart even more because you dont want any of them to die YK? HEAVENS TO BETSY! THE DIALOGUE OPTIONS FOR RIGHT BEFORE CHAPTER 8 FOR ALL THE PEOPLE IN FLIP/FLOPSIDE?? SHIT HURTED. npc reactions to all the shit going on were so good

one thing i WISH happened tho was. mario and luigi Sibling Love (i mean this platonically i want to specify Just in case there are any weirdos out there) Helps Save The World. i get the whole count bleck mansion part where everyone started sacrificing themselves to save the others which means they care for one another n whatnot which is good great and fantastic However i think it wouldve been COOL to see the whole gang esp the two opposing forces of Mario (prophesized hero color red) and luigi (prophesized Man In Green to contain the chaos heart and destroy the world) contribute to the reformation of the pure heart like some sorta balance between light n dark . BUT ITS FINE i love the game anyway because its probably the longest bowser luigi mario and peach have ever been on the same team

and completely unrelated, the entire premise of luigi being the harbinger of a great world ender is ALWAYS a joy. a fun little recurring gag if you will. like i cant believe this is not the only time he was the vessel for a great evil like what is up with that. every day i think abt that one luigi post abt how he's Doomed By The Narrative TM to be the Evil Twin Brother but he just chooses not to be. never not thinking abt that ever. hes so haunted by like literally everything got separated and brainwashed fought his brother aided in the destruction of the sammer guy world Died went to hell KOed spm satan got revived became GOD then saved the world. and he is some middle aged man in striped socks

MR L. GOD. that fucking guy. hes so lame. i like him so much. his theme goes SO hard in the silliest way imaginable. and i also like how even when he is brainwashed its kinda obvious he still wants mario around (see: brobot, the replacement brother). they fr tapped into luigis need to be useful and used that as is motivation to work for the count. yeowch. mr l to me is just luigi but Lots of parts of him just locked up and forgotten (plus a little minor bit of oh i dont know straight up brain manipulation, nastasia is a force 2 be reckoned with fr) Duno if im making sense here . anyway mr l is so so so hilarious to me because his one liners are so so dumb and i think the gag abt no one recognizing him is FUNNY (EVEN IF i think at least mario SHOULDVE recognized him but WHATEVS).

all of count blecks minions are . SUCH a fun little group. and while dimentio didnt give a fuck about them i still love his dynamic as the court jester whos a little bit of a bitch. the origins of them joining the group are very interesting because ochunks mimi and nastasia had been at their lowest when bleck recruited them and dimentio was like. let me in your emo band. ochunk's warrior code is something i think about a lot. he doesnt got a lot behind the eyes but hes got values he sticks to and i like that a lot in a character. him and mimi do spa days

bleck as a character makes me wanna chew through my walls. in a good way. guys who are slipping and dont want to get back up and bringing everything else down with them are fun and that is all. bonus! he still gets to be Somewhere quiet after the story's over

dimentio has to be my fave of the goons (not counting mr l). not surprising because hes just. so. ...... He is the Way That He Is. his little similes are so stupidly funny for no reason and i think being a Silly Guy and also a Guy With Ulterior Motives are the two funest traits a character can have. His ambiguous past is so interesting like yes bitch hide behind the mask keep cards up your sleeve dont let them know your next move!! something interesting i read somewhere was that. even after luigi the chaos heart and dimentio were separated that there were bits still mixed up between them, linking them not only prophetically but on the atomic level is a headcanon im tucking close into my heart . terrifying as it is super fucking rad !! luigi cannot escape the harbinger of doom allegations

dimentio and luigis entire dynamic is the best thing ever. because dimentio is a goddamn weirdo and luigi is. and i cannot stress this enough. JUST a fucking GUY. luigi is like "ill stop you you ne'er do well!" and dimentio responds with "im killing us both<3ciao!" why does every luigi villain wanna be no children mountain goats with SO BAD. they should keep doing it

god. the way mario is the mc and barely has a role in most of the story other than being The Hero of the Light Prognosticus is both a little annoying and also kinda sick /pos. annoying because mario is one of my faves and i want him to participate in the story more (not really a diss on the writing i just like him) but also kinda sick because . the way everyone in the game talks abt the hero from the prophecy is so. soooooooooooo. god. like everyone in favor of all worlds Not Ending preparing THOUSANDS of CENTURIES in advance just for mario to arrive. Pixls were locked in boxes and hidden away WAITING for him and its like. if he could talk back. i wanna know how he thinks abt all this. because throught the entire story You as the player kinda fuck things up for people in pursuit of the pure hearts. and mario cant rly SAY anything abt it cus its not Really his story, but MAN. what i would give for a little development on his end of the lineup during a few points like 'wilting' king croacus, figuring out squirps is now orphaned because he had to stay alive long enough to help the heros, Luvbis Entire Deal, and figuring out mr l was luigi all along. SIGH

i dont know much about the pixl war, but all of that lore is so cool to look into. ive got like surface level knowledge. even then i only rly care abt the history when im thinking abt the personalities of the pixls themselves. cus like they get their little moment in the spotlight and then they Never speak Again. dottie and cudge and fleep are some of the more memorable ones for me and i wish it was possible to hear more of them. but alas

squirps. :( in my heart. in my heart and soul. bowser takes squirps under his wing. forms an alliance with his kingdom (assuming. squirps takes over from where his mom left off). peach would of course also form an alliance with him. IDK. squirps is the Only One out of every major side character in the game who didnt really get a happy ending. while not everyone NEEDS one i think he deserves one. and in my perfect world he is being guided by two more experienced rulers (bowser isnt doing much in terms of teaching him good diplomacy but he sure as hell is getting him to hang out with kids his age like Jr).

bowser was so funny this whole game. love when evil guys get domesticated a little. thats all about him

PEACH. PRINCESS PEACH. god i love her. the way she was the only person to resist nastasias brainswashing AND her fucking umbrella is the most cracked defense in the World. blowing a kiss to the wind. for peach

ok so i cant think of anything else to say and i havent proofread this. if YOU, dear viewer, love super paper mario i need you to never shut the fuck up ever. there are like 12 of us

#spm #super paper mario #long post #HOO man. supare papa mareio.

[goldentarlos]

wip wednesday

“You really need to stop doing this to me, TK.”

“Of course out of all of the planes that could have engine trouble right now, it’s the one you’re on.” He pauses to take a shaky breath. “It’s the one I put you on.”

“I’m so sorry, TK. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to hold your hand during this. I—,” his breath hitches, “I would do anything to be on that plane right now with you. I don’t want this to be goodbye. I’d rather die with you than live in a world without you. I can’t do it, TK. So please, please somehow get through this the way you always do.”

“I love you so much.”

He’s sick of hospitals.

Usually he’s the one lying in the hospital bed and not the one doing the waiting, so he’s not used to this.

His leg won’t stop shaking and he feels restless. He keeps unconsciously looking for the one person who can put him at ease and calm his nerves,

but that person is the one he’s here for. His person.

He finds himself praying, something he hasn’t done in years.

He’ll do anything for Carlos to be okay.

“Hey, bud.” Nancys’ voice says lowly in his ear. He feels her arm wrap around him and squeeze tightly. “We’re here.”

Marjan sits in the chair on the other side of him and gently intertwines their fingers, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Judd leans down to press a comforting kiss into his hair before grabbing a chair and scooting it forward until it’s in front of his own. Paul sits beside Marjan and stretches an arm to rest a warm hand against the back of his head.

“Thank you guys for being here.” He looks up and sees Tommy hovering behind Judd, her eyes looking at him with love and concern.

“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.” Marjan says.

Paul nods his head, “Yeah, we’ll always be here for you guys.”

“He’s going to be okay, TK.” Tommys’ comforting voice reassures him.

TK bites back a sob. “It was so bad.” He leans towards Nancy and tucks his face into her neck. “There was so much blood.”

Just then, he looks down at his hands and notices the red staining them. Carlos’ blood.

His breath hitches and suddenly he can’t breathe or hear. He whimpers as he tries to roughly wipe it away, nails scraping harshly against his skin. “TK, relax.” But he can’t.

He’s so close to losing his lifeline.

“Mijo.” He instantly relaxes at the sound of her voice. His eyes follow the sound and land on where she’s standing next to Tommy.

“Andrea,” he cries, “I’m so sorry.”

He stands quickly to throw himself into her arms. She wraps them around him tightly. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Her voice is gentle but stern. “You saved my babys’ life.”

“This shouldn’t have happened at all. I should have done more.”

She pulls away to hold him at arm's length, her smile sad. “You give him a reason to keep fighting.” Her hands reach up to cradle his face, thumbs softly brushing away his tears. She looks down at him and takes in the dried blood covering his hands, her face paling. He can see the tears in her eyes as she says, “Let’s get you cleaned up, mi amor.”

this is a mess but i’m still working very hard on it. sometimes i get discouraged and am not sure if i’m going to post it but if you like it pls let me know. i want to include the voicemail and am still writing it and figuring it out so it’s a little rough right now and cringy. i haven’t written in so long so pls be kind 💓

come say hi on twitter @squishytarlos ☺️ i’m horrible at posting but would love to tweet with people when season 4 premieres.

#tarlos #wip wednesday #tarlos fic #my fic

[quirkywalrus]

Silent Whispers: Dazai x Chuuya fanfic (18+) [Modern AU]

Hey guys, this is my first ever post on here so please bear with me. I have spent weeks writing this in my spare time so any support and interactions made on this piece would be highly appreciated. Depending how this one performs, I'll make additional parts.

Dazai speech, Chuuya speech, Akutagawa speech, unnamed character speech

6082 words. MINORS DNI

Ooc chuuya, ooc Dazai

TW: protect!ve s3x, 0ra1 s3x, su!sl1de, smut, tr@uma, sc@res, mentions of ex partners, h3ad, thr3at, sw3aring (if there are any that I have missed, pls let me know :))

Dazai sat on the grassy beach dunes watching the watercolour-like sunrise that bleeds across the morning sky and the innocent skin of the dangerous ocean. The sounds of the gulls echo through his thoughts as he too longed for freedom to travel the world, but not necessarily in his own body - more in a spiritual sense. Dazai looks down at his bandaged wrists , wishing that something as beautiful as the morning sunrise would wash over them without fearing as to what may lie underneath. He has finally had enough of this selfish and pathetic world. Today was the day that he would be as free as the coastal birds. He stood up, brushed off any grass and sand that littered his brown coat and fixed his hair.

'I need to at least look pretty when the police find me dead at the bottom of these dunes - engulfed by the innocent and peaceful sand that gets walked over and disturbed every day"

He plugged his headphones into his ears as they are already connected to his iPod as he prepares himself for his nearing plummet. He walked around 5 meters away from the edge and readied himself to sprint. The rising sun reflected in Dazai's deep, sad brown eyes, being the last beautiful thing he gets to witness before his death. He took a deep breath and jolted towards the end of the dune edge. That was it. There was nothing stopping him now. As he jumped, he could feel himself flying through the ocean air. He was finally on his way out of this cruel world - or so he thought. Dazai's shoulder jolted as he felt a tight grasp around his fabricated wrists.

"What are you doing you idiot?! YOU'RE GONNA DIE! It's ok, I'll save you!" the voice from the top of the dune shouts whilst still holding onto Dazai's wrist.

"JUST LET ME DIE DAMMIT! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME! YOU CAN'T SAVE ME, NO ONE CAN!" Dazai screamed even though he was holding onto the arm trying to save him. Did he really want to die?

"Then come back up here and explain it to me then, let me get to know you. Let me try and help you." Dazai sighed and climbed up the side he was momentarily hanging from with the aid of his mystery saviour.

Dazai brushed himself off and looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet in the sand.

"I'm sorry officer, please don't send me away or to some crazy hospital" Dazai weeped and fell to the ground. He felt like this was the end of the road for him - death would be much more rewarding than being held in a psych ward. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder, making him look up.

"Lucky for you, I'm not with the police - let's come away from the edge and go get a coffee as it's still early in the morning most places near by will be serving breakfast. I'm Chuuya by the way - Chuuya Nakahara. Saves the awkward introductions later right?" Chuuya grinned with his hand behind his head.

"D-Dazai, my name is Dazai Osamu. Thanks for saving me I guess. If we're going for breakfast then I'll order a tea rather than a coffee as it's too bitter for me" Dazai giggled for the first time in a while, Chuuya found it strange that he was giggling straight after a near death encounter but he deducted that it's just the way Dazai is.

They both walked to the nearest cafe for some breakfast and a chat about why Dazai believe life is that bad it's worth killing himself over. But they started with small talk, talking about where they're from and things like that. They began to share some non-painful secrets that explain their personalities being the way they are.

"So. Why did you try to kill yourself this morning?"

"My my, you're very forward aren't you?"

"Why bother dilly dallying? I could've died trying to save you this morning, the least I deserve is an explanation as to why I almost sacrificed myself for a stranger" Chuuya scoffed, raising his eyebrow.

"My friend died a year ago today, I had never found any reason to care for anyone until I met him. He changed me for the better, but then I destroyed that when I failed to save him. Didn't see much point in living after that - tried to end it a few times but clearly failed otherwise I wouldn't be sat having breakfast with a stranger who has just saved my life"

Dazai had a sad smile painted on his face. It was clear that he was trying to remain happy in order to keep the nice warm atmosphere he was surrounded in. Chuuya didn't really know what to say, so he quietly continued to sip his coffee. He wanted to prove to Dazai that even though they are complete strangers sharing their sorry lives but more so that he actually cared about what he was going through.

"Sorry, it's a bit depressing isn't it. I don't want to drag you into this dark pit of sadness that I regretfully call my life"

Chuuya looked up and smiled.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know your reasons. I wouldn't have invited you out for breakfast, especially when we have never met before. I suppose you could say I care about people too much for my own good."

"Oh so you asked me out to breakfast to get to know me, like a date?" Dazai stuck out his tongue and winked at Chuuya, he noticed that he started to twirl his ponytail between his fingers and blush.

"I-I er no... Besides, I'm sure you'd prefer a pretty young lady sat opposite you instead? Rather than a stranger who's a dude" Chuuya avoided any eye contact with Dazai for a few seconds. Dazai couldn't help but find the situation rather funny.

"Oh my dear Chuuya, I don't just swing one way - I like my men just as much as I like my women - so I guess you're in luck!" he winked again, making Chuuya become even more flustered. But Chuuya couldn't help but feel like it was fate that brought him to the coastal dunes that morning - to be there at the right moment to save someone who he believes in the long run would be able to save him.

"So, do you have a girlfriend? She won't be jealous of a handsome looking young man like yourself sharing a bowl of fruit with me will she?" Dazai had a grin like the Cheshire cat at this point.

"W-what?! N-no I- I'm not into girls like that...like I have friends who are girls and we get on great but no.... I did have a boyfriend, but it didn't work out"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't imagine why, you seem nice enough, besides how can a pretty like yours not have anyone significant to smile back at?" this was a brilliant example of Dazai trying to be supportive in a fun way but it not working out how it played in his head.

"You're doing this on purpose you dummy! You know that you're words are making me blush and that's embarrassing..."

Well done Dazai, you fucking idiot.

"Chuuya, you're the reason I'm still here and I am lucky enough to be sat across the table from my guardian angel eating syrup covered pancakes because they seem to have a rather large sweet tooth. You are so adorable and so noble for saving someone you have never met before, especially when it meant putting your own life at risk - and it could have been all for nothing but you took that chance. I'll be paying for our 'breakfast date' as I very much owe you one. We can go into town or to the park if you fancy? I don't really want to go home yet and I am really enjoying your company - that is, if you don't want to go home yet?" Dazai was doing all he can to show Chuuya how grateful he is for him saving him. Even though he was convinced that suicide was the best thing for him, as much as it pains him to admit it, he believes he's starting to fall for him.

They both smiled at each other and Chuuya nodded his head as he finished eating. Dazai paid for the meal and they headed out of the cafe but not 100% sure on where they were actually walking to. During their walk they playfully nudge and punch each other every now and then. It was like they were in their own little world.

"Can I ask something stupid Dazai?" for the first time, Chuuya felt incredibly nervous all of a sudden. He strongly fears rejection and humiliation so he wanted to try and sense Dazai's nature before asking him a question of this topic. Dazai responded with a 'mhm'.

"Do you believe in love at first sight? or that destiny brings people together?"

"I'm not really sure, I've never really been in love with someone romantically before. I mean, I have had relationships before but only when I was in my teen years and they didn't last very long nor did they mean anything. Wh-" Dazai gets cut off by a warm feeling. A feeling that he has never felt before. His hands fly out in front of him, realising how close Chuuya's body is to his. He realised that Chuuya had kissed him. It felt electrifying to him. Dazai's hands work up Chuuya's torso, tangling his hair to pull him closer. Is this what Chuuya was talking about when he meant love at first sight? Is this what it feels like? Over the past hour Dazai came to the conclusion that Chuuya could be a bit forward but he never thought he would be this forward this soon with someone he has only known for a few hours. But whatever this was, he wanted part of it. After what felt like forever, Chuuya finally let Dazai's lips go and looks down instantly as he began to cry. Even after only knowing each other for a short amount of time, it was clear to Dazai that Chuuya wasn't afraid to show his vulnerability around him. He gently lifted Chuuya's head by his chin so he could see him eye to eye and great him with a gentle smile - but Chuuya tried everything he could in order to avoid eye contact.

"Dazai don't look at me this way! I'm sorry I'm really sorry! I didn't want to make you feel awkward around me it's just I-" it was now Dazai's turn to cut Chuuya off with a kiss. He pushed Chuuya gently, guiding his body down to the grass in a nearby field, hovering above him so that he couldn't hide his face.

"You don't have to hide from me, Chuuya. You've heard my vulnerable side, so let me see yours. It's very clear that you believe in love at first sight - you longed to be loved after your last boyfriend. So let me, let me get to know you better so I can give you the love and attention you need and deserve. And when you're ready, only when you are 100% ready, you can tell me about your last relationship so I know how to be the best I can be for you. We'll move at your pace"

Dazai continued to kiss Chuuya passionately, pushing his body into the grass. He could feel the tears that puddled on Chuuya's delicate face.

"What do you want to do now Dazai? If you want to do anything at all"

"I am more than happy to do whatever you like Chuuya. If you still want to spend time with me or if you'd rather go home on your own I would be more than happy to walk you back to make sure you get there safe and sound."

"I want to go home - but I want you to come home with me"

"Are you sure that's what you want? We can watch a movie or play some games, I could cook us something-"

"Come home with me Dazai" Chuuya became very demanding very quickly and was very firm with his request. Dazai doesn't want anything to happen to Chuuya that will negatively effect him as he seems to be moving rather quickly. Dazai can't help but feel like he might be getting used a little but at this moment he hasn't felt this alive since before his best friend died a year ago. But what he doesn't know is that Chuuya dares slow things down with him in case he upsets him.

Dazai complied as he didn't want to betray Chuuya's trust so he followed his every move. Chuuya grabbed his wrists and dragged him quickly towards his house. It was small but it looked homely. On the inside there were empty wine bottle scattered on every surface as well as smashed picture frames to what Dazai could only pin point as to being pictures of Chuuya and his ex-boyfriend.

Chuuya kicked off his shoes and threw his coat on the floor behind the door rather than hanging it up on the hook. Before he could even take off his own shoes, Dazai was pushed back onto Chuuya's sofa. Chuuya jumped and sat on top of him, but Dazai couldn't help but notice that he was crying - he hid his face with his ginger hair and began to sob.

"I'm sorry, I don't want you to see me this vulnerable this soon after meeting me. I just want to have what I had in the past but I want it all with you. I know it sounds selfish and forward and that I am using you but the thing is Dazai I think I have fallen for you and I don't know how to show you that without all of this!" Dazai just listened and wiped his tears away, smiling to reassure him that everything is going to be ok. Chuuya kept sobbing even more by the second to the point where he was in full break down. Dazai pulled him towards his chest and hugged him - rubbing his head and his back in turn. He gently lifted his hat from his head and set it on the table next to him at arms reach. He felt honoured that Chuuya trusted him this much with his emotions already and he will do anything to keep Chuuya from being hurt again.

After about half an hour, the sobs began to die down into little sniffles. Chuuya fiddled with Dazai's coat to help himself regulate his emotions.

"Are you feeling better now ba- Sorry, I didn't mean for tha-"

"Say it Osamu. I want to hear you say it"

"Are you sure?"

"Say it" Dazai sighed at Chuuya's request but complied.

"Are you feeling better now baby?" it was now Dazai's turn to blush, when he saw Chuuya giggle and get flustered it only made him blush harder.

"Stay with me for longer Dazai, please" Chuuya sat up whilst he begged, finally making direct eye contact with the blushing Dazai.

"Chuuya, I never said I was going yet. It's only midday and I have no plans"

"Are you going to stay the night? We could watch a movie or two if you like?" Dazai could hear the excitement in his voice, there was no way he was going to let him down so soon.

"Do you think that's wise? We've only just met, I'm not sure we should rush into things just yet. I want to get to know you Chuuya, I want to get to love you properly" Chuuya couldn't help but smile. He leaned down and gently kissed him, grabbing his bandaged wrists and guiding them down to his hips - gliding one of them up his back. Chuuya twitched with every touch.

As much as Dazai wanted to respect Chuuya's personal boundaries, he could just as easily rip both of their clothes off, skip the movie and rush into something more heated. But that would be wrong of him, so he just follows Chuuya's movements instead.

Their bodies melted into each other like they were a perfect fit together. Chuuya began to bite and nip at Dazai's lips, moving down slowly towards his neck - sucking on it to hear his hidden whines and whimpers. Not even the marvellous Dazai could hold onto his vulnerability.

Chuuya started to unbutton Dazai's shirt when he realised that his torso is littered with old scars. He also realised that there were some slightly newer ones too. He stopped but couldn't help but stare at them - not realising how much pain Dazai must really be in.

"D-Dazai I-I I'm so sorry I didn't know-"

"Touch them Chuuya, they won't hurt me I promise. I want you to be the first person to touch them"

Chuuya couldn't find the right words in his head. Dazai laced his fingers with Chuuya's and guided his hand over his scars. His painted finger nails lightly brushed against some of the raised scars and Dazai's incredibly smooth skin for a suicidal maniac.

"I trust you Chuuya. Take these bandages off too" he said as he held out his wrists as if being arrested. Chuuya gently unwrapped Dazai's scared wrists, kissing down them as he unravelled the bandages.

"Come on, let's go" Chuuya jumped off of Dazai and dragged him off the sofa.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere not too far from here where we can have some real fun" Chuuya winked. He was such a flirt and definitely knows what he wants when he wants it. He laced his fingers with Dazai's again and lead him into his bedroom.

Chuuya pushed Dazai backwards onto the bed. Dazai not waiting a second to pull Chuuya on top of him by his choker. They continued their make out session until Chuuya slid off to reach something under the bed. Dazai had a confused expression on his face, wondering just what Chuuya could be looking for in the middle of their kissing spree. He lifted a box onto Dazai's lap which was full of games and films.

"Do you wanna play or do you wanna watch?" This was the first time Chuuya was truly giddy about something for the first time in a while.

"Well well well babe, that's definitely an offer I have never been lucky enough to receive" Dazai winked and pecked Chuuya's forehead - making him blush.

"Damn you! Do you wanna play video games or watch a movie? If don't decide soon then I'll just pick instead-" Chuuya was cut off by Dazai lifting him up onto the bed and pinning him down.

"Is all of this clothing really necessary baby? I'm sure it would look a lot better in a strewn pile with mine don't you think?" Dazai smiled and smirked and took the rest of the shirt off that Chuuya had started to unbutton, sticking his tongue out at him.

Within seconds, Chuuya pushed the box off the bed and removed his shirt, all whilst making out with a topless Dazai. It was clear to Dazai that the both of them were getting excited as they could see the bulging of their trousers. Dazai pulled on Chuuya's belt so he was practically sat on top of him.

"Chuuya. I don't want to make you uncomfortable by asking but-"

"Yes. I know what you're gonna ask. My ex-boyfriend and I never made it that far"

"We don't have to rush into anything. We only met today, we can build up to this later down our relationship. I want you to be my boyfriend Chuuya Nakahara. You were the one that saved me this morning when you had no obligation to. When I told you I didn't really believe in love at first sight it was because I was scared of what you were going to say as well as not knowing what true love feels like. As soon as I saw those aqua eyes stare at me over the dune edge this morning I knew that I was in love with you - I just had to hope that nobody else had already claimed you" For one of the rare times in his life, Dazai began to shed a few tears but smiled at the same time. Chuuya wiped away his tears like he did for him earlier, kissing him gently.

"I am happy for my first time to be with you Dazai. I don't think I could trust anyone else with something like that." Chuuya smiled and ran to close his curtains, starting to undress himself in the dim bedroom whilst under Dazai's watchful gaze.

Chuuya's thin frame shone in the small amount of light beaming through the small gap in the curtains. Now only in his underwear, he crawls on top of Dazai - kissing up his stomach as he travels. Dazai wrapped his fingers around Chuuya's choker again, pulling him up towards him at a quicker pace.

They stared at each other with lustful eyes, darting their pupils from each other's to their lips. They crashed into each other yet again, pulling at each other's hair and hips. Dazai ran his hand up Chuuya's thigh whilst putting the other on the small of his back. Desperately, Chuuya started to unbutton Dazai's jeans, sliding them off quickly - revealing even more scars on his upper thighs. Surprisingly, Chuuya reached for a pen on his bedside table, confusing Dazai.

"What do you need the pen for babe?"

"So I can draw around your scars - making them even more pretty baby" he growled and took the cap of the pen off with his teeth, drawing hearts and stars around some of Dazai's scars. What Chuuya hadn't found out yet was that Dazai was actually ticklish on the inside of his thighs and his ribs - the pen was making him giggle and squirm like a little child. Chuuya had an incredibly wide smile, this was a great example of the things he longed to experience in his last relationship.

After Chuuya had finished with the pen, he put his cold hands between Dazai's underwear and his delicate skin - making him jolt unexpectedly but moan really loudly at the same time. He continued to move his hand, making Dazai's head fall back even more - which he took the opportunity to leave love bites on his exposed neck.

"ffuck Chuuya" Dazai moaned. "I have a confession. This is my first time too...I've been close but it just never really happened." This in fact made Chuuya feel even more comfortable in the presence of Dazai. Dazai repaid the favour by moving his hand under Chuuya's tight black underwear - touching him gently, causing him to whimper a little. As he picked up the pace of his hand, Chuuya's meanings began to be more rapid and feminine - he was definitely getting off on it.

"Are you comfortable doing this so soon Dazai? I don't want to rush you either"

"Absolutely. Are you?"

"Let's make each other our firsts then" Chuuya reached into his bedside drawer again, pulling out a condom.

"Look at you being responsible baby" Dazai smirked and took the red squared packet. He ripped it open and glided it onto himself gently. They made out with each other as Dazai gently pushed himself into Chuuya - they both let out a sharp gasp.

"We're connected now, you and me. My love" Dazai gently kissed Chuuya as he slowly moved back and forth into him. Chuuya's nails were almost causing bleeding on Dazai's back - the bedroom atmosphere flooding with moans and ecstasy.

Their moans collided in harmony, they were that loud that neighbours will have most definitely heard them. In fact, they were moaning that loud that they didn't hear the front door open. The intruder opened the door slowly, stepping carefully over Chuuya's coat and two pairs of shoes. They could hear noises coming from the bedroom, making them feel sick and angry. They marched to the door and barged their way through.

"CHUUYA WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO IS THAT?! AND TO THINK I CAME BACK TO APOLOGISE FOR WHAT I DID TO YOU AND YET HERE YOU ARE FUCKING ANOTHER GUY! I TRIED SO MANY TIMES TO SHOOT MY SHOT WITH YOU, WHAT MAKES HIM MORE WORTHY OF YOUR VIRGINITY THAN ME?!"

Dazai was furious but he wanted to stay calm for Chuuya who was shaking and covering his face. He gently removed himself and slipped on his underwear.

"I'll be right back my love, I'll be as quick as I can so we can continue our special time together" Dazai kissed Chuuya softly and stroked his face as he made his way to the bedroom door with strong, intimidating strides - making the unexpected intruder step backwards. Dazai put one hand on the side of the door frame, leaning on it and putting his other hand on his hip.

"Now, I don't know who you are - not like I really care but you entered this house unannounced and come barging into this room when I am sure you knew that something private was taking place behind this door. So politely, get out of my boyfriend's house - otherwise I'll have to get some of my contacts to deal with you and that is something you definitely don't want to happen." Chuuya couldn't help but admire Dazai's bravery to stand up to a stranger (who was indeed Chuuya's ex-boyfriend) only in his underwear whilst still having a hard on. His eyes could have turned into hearts if it was physically possible.

"I came for my stuff back you self entitled ASSHOLE!"

"Well how about I finish my work here as I treat MY boyfriend like a princess. Once I have finished with him, we'll pack all your stuff up and throw it in the bin where you can collect them later" Dazai smirked and pushed the guy out the door, slamming it in his face. He quickly went back to Chuuya and picked up where he left off, purposely doing everything he could to make Chuuya scream his name, knowing full well that Chuuya's ex had not left the house yet and was definitely still listening to a stranger rail his ex-boyfriend.

"f-fuck D-Dazai!"

"Call me by my first name - I wanna hear my name escape your sweet mouth"

"O-Osamu - agh- f-fuck!" Chuuya struggled but got there in the end.

"Good boy Chuuya, you're such a good boy" Dazai said loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. They both hit their climaxes together - finishing their romantic cycle.

"Stay here baby, do you want anything? You did so well baby - let me pamper you this evening my princess. Shall I run you a bath dearest? Baby? Are you ok? Don't cry- I'll be right back" Dazai reassured him with a kiss.

"CHUUYA I KNOW YOU WANT ME BACK! I'M SORRY FOR HURTING YOU THE WAY I DID!"

"Excuse me my darling" he whispers and passes the remote to him while he went to go and deal with the twat on the other side of the door. He gently slipped out of the door and closed it, making sure that the creep wasn't gazing over Chuuya.

"Enjoyed our performance then creep? Why are you even still here?" he said to the guy firmly who was sat on the sofa where the two of them were not too long ago.

"Who are you?! What make's you a better person than me?!"

"Well for one, I am now Chuuya's boyfriend and if you couldn't hear him scream for me loud enough then you must be deaf. But I am Dazai. Such a shame that you couldn't experience what we did but I'm sure that you can imagine it as you stayed to hear the end. I know you have keys to this place otherwise you wouldn't have got in so easily. I suggest you leave now before I throw you out the window - hand me your keys" Dazai held out his hands and the guy handed back the keys and scoffed, kicking stuff around the house on his way out and slammed the door.

Dasai was rather pleased with himself. He went into the bathroom and ran a bath for Chuuya. He searched around his bathroom and found some essential oils, bubble bath and dissolvable rose petals. The bubbles started to slowly form as the water ran, leaving enough time for him to go and make a coffee for Chuuya.

"Oh baby! I brought you a coffee! I am also running you a bubble bath so you can relax. H-hey Chuuya what are you doing?!" Dazai giggled whilst trying to put Chuuya's coffee down. Chuuya pounced off the beaded dropped to his knees in front of Dazai, trying to pull his underwear down again.

"Oh? Did your hard on not die down after earlier or did confronting my ex on my behalf give your ego a massage? Either way let me fix that my darling" Chuuya smirked and looked up at his new boyfriend - whilst he's still naked from earlier events.

"Chuuya I'm running you a bath my dear. Why don't you have a soak and we can continue this later"

"Will you be joining me? You pleasured me so you deserve to relax too" Chuuya smirked.

"You wan't me to ruin your relaxing bath?"

"You couldn't ruin anything - apart from my body but I'm happy for it to belong to you Dazai" Chuuya lead Dazai to the bathroom and took off his underwear for him. The bath was finally full and at a perfect temperature for both of them to enjoy. They climb in one by one - Dazai going first and then he helped guide Chuuya in without him slipping. Chuuya was laying between Dazai's legs, resting his head on his torso - the couple were chatting about how they were going to spend the rest of their evening and what food they fancied.

Chuuya turned around on his knees to face Dazai, lifting his hips so that they rest on his thighs. He leans down and litters kisses all over Dazai's chest, purposely making him hard.

"Ch-Chuuya, what are you planning?" Dazai moaned as Chuuya kisses him and abruptly grabs his dick, making him groan in a very low voice. Dazai has never been so in love before but he's revelling in every minute of it. Chuuya continues to move his hand up and down whilst Dazai moans in his efforts to repay him for his pleasure earlier.

Dazai moved Chuuya's hair out of his face so he can maintain eye contact with the beauty in his lap. Chuuya scrambled out of the bath and just as he hoped, Dazai was not far behind him. They both ran back into the bedroom, still soaking wet from what was supposed to be a 'relaxing' bath. Within seconds, Chuuya dropped to his knees in front of him again, but this time, holding a leash in his hands - making Dazai speechless.

"Attach this to my choker, let me be your dog for the evening" he said in a musky voice. Without a second thought, Dazai clipped the leash to his choker and tugged on it. Making Chuuya look up like a begging puppy with his tongue sticking out - which is very much to his liking.

"Fuck Chuuya the way you look at me with those eyes is making me lose my mind - I feel like my head is going to explode" Without hesitation, Chuuya stuffed Dazai into his mouth, sucking on it like he's trying to drain the life out of it. Dazai's knees start to weaken, making him collapse to the floor - still holding on to Chuuya's leash.

"Shit Dazai are you ok?! Fuck I'm so-"

"I don't remember telling you to stop baby boy. Keep going." Dazai couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for demanding Chuuya the way he did but Chuuya didn't seemed to mind as he obeyed immediately.

"Yes Dazai" he said between mouthfuls. After another 10 minutes Dazai finally hit his climax point which dribbled down the inside of Chuuya's throat. He wiped his mouth and stood up but before he could settle himself, Dazai pushed him onto the bed and gave him the same treatment that Chuuya did for him.

After their spicy bedroom antics, they decided on a few films to watch and a takeaway, cuddling the night away.

"Shit I've got work tomorrow"

"Do you really have to go? I don't wanna be away from you just yet"

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere yet. I'll have to go home eventually but I'll just call in sick and we can spend the whole day together" Dazai kissed Chuuya on the head as he leant his head on him with an arm wrapped round his tender body.

"hopefully Aktugawa won't mind - Kunikida will but he's bothered by everything anyway" Dazai picked up his phone and rang Akutagawa. Because Chuuya was so close, he was able to hear the other person on the phone's voice - not like he was jealous as he had no reason to be - he was just being a little cautious.

"Hi, this is Akutagawa"

"Hey buddy, it's Dazai"

"D-Dazai?! How can I be of personal assistance to you?" hearing this riled Chuuya up a little but Dazai stroked his head in reassurance.

"I'm not coming in tomorrow or the day after - I have a tummy bug. Hopefully Kunikida won't freak out about me not being there but knowing him - he'll do it anyway" Chuuya decided to tease Dazai by kissing his neck, making it hard for him to hold back the moans whilst he's trying to convince his coworker that he's 'sick'. Chuuya couldn't help but let out a little moan himself, just to hammer in his seriousness to Dazai...which Akutagawa heard.

"Dazai, who are you with right now?" Dazai didn't really want to lie about his new relationship and he was going to find out anyway - besides he didn't want to make Chuuya feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry Akutagawa, it's not me who's sick it's my boyfriend - he's not feeling great so I need a few days to look after him, I just thought I'd be polite and give you the heads up instead of not showing up at all - which was an option I was highly considering" he smiled and looked down at Chuuya who was just drinking him in with his eyes making them both blush.

"BOYFRIEND?! SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!"

"Since about 16 hours ago?"

"Slut" and with that Akutagawa hung up the phone.

"Right my darling, I have 3 whole days with you until I have to go home to go to work" giving Chuuya a little kiss.

"I'm surprised you told someone that you have a boyfriend this early after us getting together, are you not embarrassed?"

"My dear Chuuya, everyone I work with knows I'm not 100% straight so it's not a huge surprise. Besides, why hide who I'm in love with?" both of them smiled and continued to watch the movie. Dazai turned to look at the clock on Chuuya's bedside table and it read 2:30am.

"Baby boy we should sleep now, you look very tired. You need your quality rest. I'll grab a blanket and sleep on the sofa, good night my darling" he kissed Chuuya on the head but before he could go anywhere, he felt a tug on his wrist which made him turn his head.

"Why do you need to sleep on the sofa? We've just had sex for the first time with each other, shared a bath, gave each other head - what's sleeping in a bed together?

"Chuuya, I just don't want to invade your personal space seeing as ones bed is a private and personal area where one can and should feel safe..."

"Please stay Dazai."

"If that's what you really want then I will do anything for you my darling Chuuya. Is it too early in our relationship to say 'I love you'?" Chuuya sat up suddenly with wide teary eyes and an adorable grin.

"I love you too Dazai" and with that they made out for a few minutes and fell asleep in a tight cuddle, smiling happily in the company of each other.

Thank you for reading my first published piece. Any comments are greatly appreciated and I will start taking requests if you like my writing style and have any characters in mind. I'm obviously not familiar with every fictional character but if you tell me a bit of info about them I'll see what I can come up with.

Thank you!

~Quirkywalrus

#bsd anime #fanfic #bsd chuuya #chuuya x dazai #boy love #gay fanfiction #bungo stray dogs smut #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai #dazai osamu

[bubblesthetherapyfish]

ermmmm babygirl time

i like that you can just say no and walk away

whoa it's clive's dad

pls wol only you can save my oc

what if we were stars in the sky and then we touched each other and then asploded 😳

it's RAINING SO MUCH

i waited a bit and it's gone 👍🏾

I HAVE THE BITCH IN MY SIGHTS IM READY TO FIRE

ermmm that's not ffxiv music

damn even noctis didn't land in here face first

"who are these slightly low poly people"

clive sees a brown person for the first time in his entire life

brother you look so wet

wol seeing all the visible pixels on clive's glove "whoau just like graha"

my son crump he has every disease (and even amnesia)

i can't tell if they nerfed his tits or not

huh it's really hard to see unless he's really zoomed in but his head is wiggling a tiny bit in his idle

also this is probably the first time i'm realizing how the front of his shirt works

okay maybe i shouldn't zoom in like this cause his face has realistic texture to it but his neck and cleavage are just flat colors this is throwing me off 😭

bro's got a double dose of being fucked up with not even being able to tell he's in Another World

yeah those were racist money people and these are racist tree people

YAY I CAN TAKE HIM SHOPPING NOW

why is his idle crossed arms now 😭

ambrosia 🥺🥺🥺

sir please don't break the aetheryte i need that for my gc turn-ins

don't worry our mothercrystal is long gone i don't cry about it or anything like that

IT'S RAINING IRL

clive im so scared of thunder you have to hold m

he likes gridania 👉🏾👈🏾

clive: GARUDA YOU SAY 👀👀👀🔪🗡️🔪🔪🔪🗡️🔪

that's right i outrank all you bitches i do those fucking turn-ins 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

i wonder if kan-e-senna is just gonna take one look at clive and be like 👉🏾 different world

oh thank god we get to hear something other than the same fucking song for the lotus stand every single time

wait does he not even remember his last name :(

of course not-yoshi-p is already on to it

also who let you in???????????

yeah we had one of those visitors a couple weeks ago that was funny

my kitty is getting scared of the thunder too now :(((

oh there we go

this is so sad alexa play trauma from ghost trick

imagine putting the most hugged ff protagonist in this game and not letting me hug him in cutscenes

okay before we kill stuff im gonna get a biscuit to eat i hope the lightning doesnt strike me down on the way to the kitchen

brother it is raining so fucking hard

okay i OH FUCK THE POWER

CLIVE DON'T LEAVE ME

i think we're good?

this song...

hey i remember this place!!! all the guys i worked with are fucking dead now .

"that's weird dog"

THERE'S MY FUCKED UP DOGGY

ffxvi ifrit makes ffxiv ifrit look like a stupid little bitch

poweredpoint

IFRIT FIGHT IFRIT FIGHT

wol watching this go down: 🧍🏾‍♂️

OUPPY

yeah that was fucked up......

follow the ouppy

world's first follow the npc mission where the npc speed is the same as your own

ARE YOU TELLING ME TO PLAY FFXVI

GIVE ME A PS5 THEN

my wol just fucking BLINKS

"sure i guess ill fucking buy a ps5"

mr wandering minstrel you have so many specific skills

time to blow 400k mgp

i feel very sad

can't tell if that questline was short or just felt that way?

i really liked the boss and the sheer power and raw ego that being able to stand in aoes can give a guy

i don't want to go back to my world of nobody having a chance to recover from trauma and horrible things happening to them please come back my blowjob brother

#ffxiv spoilers #for the #what is this questline called #the 16 one

[narrative-driven-off-a-cliff]

Atheists: there is no god! The world works just fine without a Big Guy in the Sky. Science can prove everything. There is no practical application for a Big Guy in the Sky.

Me: hey Big Buy in the Sky? I studied for this exam, but I don't wanna make any dumb mistakes? So can you like, idk, reroute my brain to Smart Mode tm?

Me: hey Big Guy in the Sky? I wanna win this game that relies on skill but also has RNG, so can you like, idk, twist the numbies so they work for me? Thx

Me: hey Big Guy in the Sky? I understand that the chance of me being struck by lightning is very low, but it's still like, THERE, so can you try to like skedaddle the stats so I remain in the clear and also calm my mind so I can go to school today? Unless of course your plan involves me getting struck and a Big Human Guy saves me and I get to skip chem for the next week so I guess that's fine but still couldyouplz??￦

Me: hey Big Guy in the Sky? Locker stuck, open pls?

*locker swings open immediately*

Thank you Big Guy in the Sky

#that last one is a true story #honestly having someone who controls fate and might do so if you ask politely is so powerful yall #christian quotes #lord jesus christ #tumblr christianity #christianity