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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Danny punches a Clown Part 7

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Danny wakes up some time later. Red and Agent A are there waiting for him in chairs on either side of his bed.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Less tired at least.” Danny was well enough he could feel his wounds trying to heal. “Could probably use some food though.”

“I will go retrieve it for you now that you are awake.” Agent A walks out of the med area.

“You feel up to meeting a few people? They’re going to be around so you should know who they are.”

“I guess so.” Danny sits up on the bed, bringing his knees to his chest.

Red leans out past the curtain and waves some people over. When he takes his seat, a man in a blue and black suit with a mask on and someone in an all-black suit with a head covering that comes down over his eyes comes in behind him. They stay standing by the curtain.

“You met Nightwing earlier, and this is Batman.” Red introduces. Nightwing waves when Red says his name. “We all work together here.”

Danny nods.

“Hey, Danny!”Dick comes over to sit in the chair on the other side of Danny’s bed. “We have a few questions that we would like to ask you if you’re feeling up for it.”

Danny shrugs.

“Okay, well we know you haven’t been in Gotham long, where did you come from?”

Danny wonders if he tells them a different dimension if they would believe him. If they would try to send him back. “Illinois.”

Nightwing let out a short whistle. “That’s a long way Danny.”Danny snorts at that. “Did you come here by yourself?”

“Yeah.” Danny starts picking at the edges of the blankets, trying not to look anyone in the eye- not that he could, they all have some form of mask on.

“Okay. Well, we have some concerns. Don’t know if you remember what you were talking about before you went to sleep, but you said some things about being shot at a lot, by your parents and some other people.”

“What part of that is a question?” Danny leans forward and rests his cheek on his knees, watching himself pick at the blanket. He found a loose thread that he’s started twirling around his fingers.

“Can you tell us more about the people who were shooting at you? We’d like to look into them.”

Something in the tone Nightwing is using makes him sound all clinical. Like a social worker. Or a cop. It shouldn’t matter really because the people that did this to him are inaccessible unless they have some way to dimension hop.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, I’m here now.”

“What made you come here? Do you have a family member, or friends that you were meeting?”

“For real, are you a social worker? Psychologist, cop, what.” Danny looks up at him. “You brought me to a cave f and you’re all wearing masks, but you’re talking to me like I’m going to freak out or something. You can stop acting like I’m a child. I know what’s happened to me. Frankly, the fact that I’m trapped in a cave with people dressed the way you are is more concerning for me than being back on the street. So can we get on with you doing whatever you’re going to do?”

“We’re not going to do anything Danny.” Red leans towards him. “We just want to make sure you have somewhere to go.”

“I don’t.” Danny states plainly. He knows his circumstances and he can’t risk going back home for a while, shouldn’t go back at all except to grab his stuff and leave again.

The three share a few glances back and forth, having quite an in-depth silent conversation. Danny rolls his eyes and goes to stand up, they all immediately try and stop him.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Nightwing asks.

“Where are you trying to go?” Comes from Red.

“You’re injured, you should stay in bed.” Comes from Batman.

Just then, Agent A pushes aside the curtain, walking in with a tray.

“I do hope you aren’t overwhelming the patient.” He brings the tray over, Danny straightens his legs and A situates the tray in his lap. “This boy needs to eat, and to rest. You don’t need to worry about where he’s going until he is fit to be out of bed. He’s not going anywhere until he’s improved.”

“Sir, I’m sure it’ll be fine-” Danny starts.

“Nonsense. I will not stand for it. You need proper treatment or your wounds will get infected. Now, eat or your body will not have the necessary fuel to heal.”

Danny bows his head and looks at the tray in front of him. A brought him chicken noodle soup, he starts to eat as A shepherds everyone back out and closes the curtain behind them.

“Now, I know this cannot be easy for you, being injured and alone.” A comes to sit in the chair that Red vacated. “I assure you that you have a place here at least until you are better. Even if you wish to leave now, you will not be able to get better on the streets.”

“Thank you.” Danny says. “I didn’t mean to snap at them.”

“I’m sure they will forgive you for it, you are under a lot of stress right now.”

Danny nods. “Thank you for the food. It’s amazing.”

“Of course, Mister Danny. I will be making sure you are well nourished while you are with us. Please, let me know if you have any preferences.”

“Anything that’s not alive is good for me.”

Agent A just looks at him. “You did mention something about fighting your food last night. I had thought you were talking out of a bit of delirium.”

“Oh, no that used to happen. The chemicals my parents used reanimated the food sometimes. Had to fight some hot dogs. A chicken. Our kitchen was a hazard.”

“I dare say so.” A has a very scrunched up look on his face. “Rest assured nothing of the sort has ever happened in my kitchen.”

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multifandomfanficss · 7 months

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Don’t Be Embarrassed

Sam Riordan x Reader

Prompt: You take care of Sam and he takes care of you.

Warnings: autistic reader having an autistic meltdown, talk of mental hospitals, mentions of sex, walking in on friends having sex, spoilers for episode 4

A/N: Although there is no smut, because we’re only 4 episodes in and Sam doesn’t have a confirmed age I’m writing this under the assumption that he’s college age 18+. This boy is taking up most of my brain space this week. We don’t have a lot of info on the the character, but this is how I see his vibes. I crossposted this on my ao3 adriansglasses. Also this is my first non Adrian fic in quite sometime! Hope ya’ll enjoy!

You were on your way back from class when you heard yelling coming from down the hallway. You had been hanging out with Sam for the day and left him for two hours to go to class. You rushed to your dorm, quickly fishing out your keys.

“Hey hey hey what’s going on?” You asked him, placing your hands out, waiting to see if he’ll let you touch him.

“It was supposed to be a good day! A good day! But apparently I can’t even fucking do that!” He yells. The Woods had done a toll on him and he was still recovering. He had been doing a lot better lately, but everyone knows healing isn’t linear.

“Sam, it’s okay. You’re okay.” You give him a smile. “You had a good day yesterday and the day before that! It’s okay to have a bad day, Sam.”

“But I was doing so good…” He sounds defeated. You slowly grow closer to him. When he doesn’t back away you place a hand on his shoulder.

“I know and I’m so proud of you, but healing isn’t linear. There’s gonna be bad days. Even people who are… for lack of a better word ‘normal’ have bad days.” You roll your eyes and throw air quotes around the word normal. You didn’t always have the best words to describe what you were thinking, but Sam always knew what you meant. Usually college friendships and relationships formed and moved fast, but even with that Sam was different. You felt like you could be yourself around him in ways you couldn’t be around others.

It felt that way since the beginning. Sure the day you met Sam was overstimulating, rushed, and tense, but after you and your friends convinced him not to kill the doctor that completely ruined his life, you got to know him a little more the next day.

“So what’s your power?” He asks.

“What?”

“Your power. You must be a supe if you go to Godolkin.”

“Oh! Yeah uh…right… It’s stupid.” You sigh, avoiding eye contact. The gravel below your feet comes into detail. You pay attention to the sparkles of the rocks being hit by the sun instead of Sam.

“It can’t be that bad. Just tell me.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“I uh… I feel like any way I word it will sound weird, but my bodily fluids are like acid, so uh like my tears and spit and stuff. Told you it was weird.”

“No! That’s cool! I’ve seen way worse. You should have seen some of my roommates at my old place.” He jokes. You laugh quietly with him.

“So all of your stuff is acid?” He asks. You nod.

“How do you pee? Do you just like melt toilets every time you piss?” He asks. You laugh.

“No, I guess my body has some way of controlling it, but I don’t know. I haven’t really figured it out consciously.”

“I was gonna say, that would be really cool if you could piss acid. Just like pee on all your enemies. That would be cool as fuck.” He laughs. You don’t know why at the time, but there’s just something so comforting about him.

“That’s gross. You’re sick.” You laugh.

“Oh trust me I know. You don’t go through multiple mental hospitals just being normal.”

You knew he was joking, but the way he said normal struck a cord in you. You didn’t see him as wrong, but you knew what he meant. You often felt… knew… you weren’t normal either.

You were there for Sam just as much as he was for you. It took you a long time to accept his help. It took a while for him to convince you that you weren’t a burden. The first time you had a meltdown in front of him was a very vulnerable moment for you. You hadn’t been that vulnerable with anyone like that in a long time.

“I’m gonna fucking kill them.” You fumed, pacing the room, so blinded by your anger you had forgotten you were with Sam. You had promised him you could watch Waterworld after class because you’d never seen it before and it was his favorite movie.

“She is such a fucking bitch. Why the fuck didn’t she fucking tell me?! She could have put a fucking sock on the door or sent a text or fucking something Jesus fucking Christ! Like I love her, but fuck!” You were beyond angry. After an already overstimulating day and a failed assignment handed back, you were already on edge before you walked in on Jordan and Marie. Now sexiled to the lounge while your roommate finishes with his girlfriend, not caring about your plans at all.

“I fucking told him too! I told him you were coming over!” You say, upset, and quite honestly still in shock, not expecting to see two of your friends fucking on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Maybe they just forgot.” Sam proposes.

“How could she fucking forget what time I come home every fucking Tuesday?!” You huff, sitting down on the couch. You sit in silence before thinking it over.

“No, you’re right… they probably just forgot…” You feel a pit in your stomach and tears starting to well up in your eyes. You try to keep them at bay. You don’t need an acid leak today. “Yeah Jordan totally forgot. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad.” You feel your body crumbling in on itself. You hate getting mad. You were so scared of your own anger. You also felt like Jordan didn’t deserve it. Yeah he could be an ass sometimes, but Jordan was your roommate and your friend.

“Hey what’s going on you look upset- well more upset than you were before… okay maybe not more upset, but a different kind of upset…” Sam’s voice trails off. He wasn’t always the best with words either.

“I just feel so bad.” The tears start to slip down your face.

“Why do you feel bad? You just walked in on two of your friends having sex in your own room. It’s never happened to me, but I think it’s normal to be annoyed.” He sits down next to you. When he gets a closer look at your face he sees the red marks on your cheeks. You were used to the burn by now. You hated crying, but sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself. Sam moves to wipe away some of your tears.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” You ask.

“They used to electrocute me daily at the Woods. This is nothing.”

“I’m sorry.” The ache in your stomach grows. You feel like such a burden.

“Why are you sorry?” He asks.

“Because you shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“I don’t have to do anything. I’m here because I want to be.” He smiles.

“But I’m too much. This is too much. You have your own shit to deal with. I’m so fucking sorry, Sam.” You try to hold back more tears. You feel awful.

“Hey, don’t apologize. You’ve done so much for me. You promised you’d always be there for me. Let me return the favor. You’re so kind to everyone, just let me be kind to you.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper again in a broken voice.

“Why do you keep saying sorry? Are you embarrassed?” He asks. You nod.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Multiple mental hospitals, remember?” He jokes, making a face and pointing to himself. You laugh quietly.

“Just the life of a broken fucking brain.” He laughs, but there’s something sad underneath.

“You know I don’t think you’re a monster right?”

“Why are you bringing that up now?” He asks.

“Well sometimes I think you believe the doctors at the Woods a little too much. I just wanted to make sure you know that I know that you’re trying and you’re a good guy.” You smile.

“For what it’s worth I don’t think you’re a monster either. You think I’m a good guy, but I think you’re the goodest person I know.” He smiles. “Is goodest even a word?” He asks.

“I don’t think so, but I appreciate the compliment.” You smile. You don’t know when it happened, but you start to realize that Sam had successfully distracted you and calmed you from your meltdown. You find his arm around you, as you lean into him on the lounge couch.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He smiles.

“I’m so glad I met you too.”

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punkpandapatrixk · 1 month

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🪷Sacred Lotus Within You ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than what you are now.’

‘I don’t wanna be more! I like who I am.’

‘You don’t even know who you are.’

‘What do you— Of course I do; I’m the Dragon Warrior!’

‘And what exactly does that mean—Dragon Warrior?’

— Po and Shifu’s conversation from Kung Fu Panda 3

SONG: Pure Imagination by Gene Wilder

MOVIE: Kung Fu Panda 3 (2016)

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A hard Life is not always a divine punishment of sort⛈More often than not, the Universe’s most advanced Souls choose to be born—as Humans—into much sorrow and a perceived sense of limitation just for the joy of experiencing a personal breakthrough out of a cycle of—both—good and bad Karma🍄

Seen from a Soul’s perspective, all events in this mortal world are just drama. drama. drama~🎭It’s so exciting to co-Create massive stories with other Souls in this theatre of the Universe🎪This Play in itself, a spiritual evolution of sort for all beings of Love and Light🩰

This world is at best the dream of a Butterfly🦋Have fun; and have faith that in time all things bloom magnificently like a Sacred Lotus emerging from the mud🪷Ultimately, all of us, we bring with us only memories of our lifetimes when we are done playing our roles in this Grand Experiment of a Cosmic Drama💫

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Pile 1 – Peace Maker

VIBE: Master Shifu asking Po to teach him inner peace

seeds of beauty in you – 10 of Pentacles Rx

Encoded in your DNA is the very gift of healing itself. You were born into this world of stupid carrying seeds of peace-making. Yup, you were the kid who was always able to tell when a grownup was lying. Like, OMG, so disrespectful…they think I can’t see through such obvious lies? In fact, too many things were obvious to you because you are gifted with a keen ability of observation. We’re talking superhuman-level observation, baby~

With that, the world around you was often terribly dull. You’re definitely the type that wants to travel and see the world for yourself. Wanting to see what other people of different nations and races, customs and cultures, even religions, have to share about what this Life is all about~ You had A LOT of questions!

Alas… You soon realised that most people’s perceptions, priorities, and overall ways of life are low-quality at best. Your interactions with people, your observations of them, gave you almost nothing but disdain. People…are not intelligent enough. But more disturbing still…people are not noble enough in their pursuits of a good Life.

In your eye, most of the time, people don’t have enough integrity, character, or personality🤷🏻‍♀️

blooming in spite of muddy water – 7 of Pentacles Rx

If you’re often distressed by the state of Humanity, it is because you possess this divine ability to pierce through bullshit and reveal the true essence of all things. You’re a deep diver. You truly are a scholar. You’re the type that seeks to bridge between differences and clashes, so that people find a common ground upon which they could build a harmonious society. You most likely have a significant placement in the 7th House or blessed with a strong Libra/Venus aenergy~⚖️

Essentially, you’ve come into this world with an almost specific purpose of bridging differences between generations. All because your Oversoul was sick of watching Humans being fools amongst themselves. So you plunged into this world of illusions in the hopes of elevating people’s spiritual intelligence. Your unique gift of observation is piercing and high-vibrational and the reason it can bridge generations is that the wisdom you will develop as a person is both universal and timeless💎

You are an Ascended Master, you know. Like Po returning to the mortal world after defeating Kai. Like Gandalf the Grey returning as Gandalf the White after defeating the Balrog. All because you’ve got shit to do in this world of stupid—your wisdom is gravely needed! I’m not teaching you to be conceited or anything, but by means of technicality, you’re not here to learn anymore; you’re here to…teach🤣

tulips of happiness – Knight of Cups

No matter your age or their age, you’re here to teach the infantile Humans about inner peace and true, everlasting, sustainable, manageable, actually reasonable sense of Harmony🌷You do that by setting an example; by first bridging confusions and calming down chaos within yourself; then you talk about the walk to anybody interested enough to listen to you🌾

In this lifetime, as an Ascended Master playing Human, there’s probably a lot of heartache you’ve needed to learn to forgive. If you’re in your early or mid-20s when reading this, you’re most likely just beginning to learn it. You don’t have to act perfectly though. Healing and forgiveness are not about being or doing perfect. It’s perfectly OK, too, not to forgive—certain cruelties in this world are simply beyond absolution, ya know?🤬

What does truly matter is that you forgive yourself. Just yourself. You can forgive the situation. You can forgive the fact you fucked your way into this or that mess. Where applicable, you can give thanks to the experience and then move on to the next thing. Be glad about the fact that you’re still alive after all of the fuckery, and that you’ve enough self-awareness, and how that self-awareness has grown you as a person. It is such a beautiful thing to have grown up in the mental and spiritual~🦉

ESSENCE OF BEING HUMAN🔻💜

the script you chose – Silver Alchemist (Ramon Llull)

path of self-transcendence – Priestess of Healing

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Pile 2 – Pink Radiance

VIBE: Master Oogway sending universe mail to Li Shan

seeds of beauty in you – III The Empress Rx

Oooh~ You’re pretty~ That much I can tell🙊You probably are blessed with some significant Aries, Aquarius, or any Cardinal aenergy in your birth chart; could also have Venus/Moon in the 1st or 11th House~ And do you know why you’re bestowed with an outer appearance that’s easily considered attractive in this realm? Because you’re meant to have an audience🎙

You’re meant to be heard; to have a platform and be some sort of a leader. And since being pretty in this world brings a lot of privileges, your Soul chose to be born with this specific setting in your birth chart wHoA~ A pretty face gets attention more effortlessly and that’s just how it is with this world~🙈

So, you see that there’s meaning in having some forms of privilege whether it’s your face or your family/economic background, or even heritage or some special lineage thing going on in your Life🎰And yet, it seems you could’ve been blind to all this ‘upper hand’ and not see much value in your existence.

None of this has felt all that special…well, because you were born with it. It’s not special; it’s normal to you; and you definitely want to feel special…not really grasping others would kill to have what you were born with…🐞

blooming in spite of muddy water – XVI The Tower

In spite of all of the privileges that seem obvious and enviable to others, you yourself have not felt all that blessed most of your Life. There is this thing that people don’t understand about you: EXPECTAFUCKINTION. Expectation could kill, depending on situation, and depending on where you are in Life. In many ways, you haven’t really ever felt FREE in your beingness. You don’t really know how FREE truly would feel like. You can imagine it, but you don’t really know if that’s even real🤷🏻‍♀️

Whether it’s status, prestige, or simply beauty, sometimes you’ve felt victimised by the very things other people wish they had. They literally don’t know how suffocating it is to be wearing your crown~ You often feel like you don’t have autonomy over your own Life. In some instances, you may even have experienced your autonomy getting violated. And it’s so heartbreaking.

At some point in Life, you will suddenly and gradually lose access to all of these beauties and privileges, maybe even some of your talents, babe. All these things that came ever so naturally to you, once you’ve lost ‘em, you will die in spirit, and be reborn with a renewed sense of appreciation for the fact you have always, ALWAYS, been extraordinary👿

tulips of happiness – King of Swords

Whether you are a girl or a boy or straight or gay or whatever, you are an ally of the world’s Divine Feminine aenergy. Do not worry about losing your glory; it will aaalll come back stronger and sparklier once you’ve graduated the University of Hell a.k.a Saturn Return🪐

It is part of your Soul’s Blueprint to experience losing privileges, perhaps money, talents, friends, freedom, hair, weight, and everything else, momentarily. This period of your Life—whether it’s your first or second Saturn Return—can be likened to a pregnant woman who’s now restricted from drinking, eating, doing, or even being near certain things. She’s not so free, but for all the right reasons; she’s protecting her foetus.

This Saturn Return period of your Life where you’re experiencing losing yourself is like a pregnancy where you’re gestating a newer, stronger, clearer, more confident version of yourself. The restrictions put around you are meant to suffocate you further, enough for you to want a breakthrough. All so you can become a pure Pink Radiance of a miracle this miserable world needs, for that is your purpose for being born🌷

Shine on, Pink Diamond~

ESSENCE OF BEING HUMAN🔻💗

the script you chose – Green Historian (Herodotus)

path of self-transcendence – Priestess of Prosperity

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Pile 3 – Magic Worker

VIBE: Po teaching the tribe to be THEMSELVES

seeds of beauty in you – 9 of Cups Rx

Within you are seeds of a luxurious lifestyle that you ought to nurture slowly throughout the course of your Life. You may have come from a background of lack just to make this whole scenario more exciting (to us as Souls contrasts are exceedingly attractive when thinking of a spiritual breakthrough). With that, you could’ve grown up with lots of daydreaming about feeling fulfilled—emotionally fulfilled.

Though you may have daydreamed about luxurious environments and things and situations, at the core of everything, all you yearn for is a feeling of safety; stability; of having just enough…of being enough, in fact…all because you weren’t emotionally nurtured as a child. You were the kid who were neglected by everybody, both the adults and your peers.

You felt unseen most of your Life. But even those who acted like they saw you, somehow the view was inaccurate. You felt this way because you didn’t understand yourself either. Children learn about themselves through the feedback of their environment; so the ones who were mostly neglected…how could such children even begin to learn to comprehend their identity?

Because you didn’t really understand yourself, it was difficult to manifest properly. In your psyche, there are way too many threads of wishes that are tangled up, causing you to manifest clashing Realities…and then disappoint you…

blooming in spite of muddy water – XXI The World

The reason for this difficulty is that you needed to learn and discover for yourself the true Essence of being alive. You are essentially God’s messenger to help Humans overcome their addiction to material possessions. Omaigosh if you know how TikTok shopping culture is making people poorer and more miserable in the emotional, I’m sure this will ring a bell in your Soul Memory.

People who grew up poor are the main target of evil marketing because they crave that feeling of ‘having’. Sometimes, it’s a feeling of having things—trendy things; some other times, it’s a feeling of having friends—cool friends; and some tragical times, of having someone to love—which usually only translates to ONS or casual hookups without any real emotional connection.

Anyway, back to talking about material possessions though, there’s this:

‘Trying to be happy by accumulating possessions is like trying to satisfy hunger by taping sandwiches all over your body.’ – George Carlin

This, is a concept, a Reality, you’ve needed to learn and fully comprehend, and then unravel by means of your personal spiritual transformation. That way you can be an example and a guide to others. Reminiscent of Uncle George himself, you’re somebody who holds an Elder Archetype aenergy about you. You’re ‘worldly’ in the sense that you’re based, well-thinking, and most of all, you can embrace perspectives that are UNIQUE. You’re able to hold a knowledge that encompasses the whole of the Universe itself.

tulips of happiness – 4 of Pentacles

In a sense, know that you are a born leader. Though I sense, you may be more interested in being a thought leader🧠You don’t seem that interested in leading an envoy or a movement of any sort hahaha You’re a loner; you like being in your own company. After all, people are stupid and it’s exhausting to have to interact with them. And that’s all fine~

In the future, when everything’s said and done, you’ll meet your Soul Tribe—people who are just as weird, misunderstood, deep, sombre (probably), wholesome, complex, and loyal such as yourself🫀Your Spirit Guides are really saying: it’s perfectly fine for you not to extend too much compassion for those who aren’t worth your while; hoping you’d calm down some clashing ideas about your personality.

It sounds cruel? No, really; not everybody is worth paying attention to or share affection with. If you do that you’re only going to be sucked dry of Life Force. It’s a similar principal with money spending. Just because you see a lot of items being displayed with attractive, persuasive DISCOUNT signs, doesn’t mean you have to give your attention, or money least of all, to ALL of that. Got it?🤪

‘Even if something is on discount, if you don’t need it, it’s too expensive.’ – Love Marie Escudero’s husband, Govt. Chiz

ESSENCE OF BEING HUMAN🔻🧡

the script you chose – Green Physician (Paracelsus)

path of self-transcendence – Priestess of Intuition

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pixiecapsalt · 4 months

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Pepito pulled Bad aside from Pomme and Dapper had a conversation | QSMP - The New Year Approaches… 2:03:10

Pepito: Uncle Bad I don’t want Pomme or Dapper to read this. I want them to feel that I’m growing :-D And that I’m not so small anymore. Today I felt a lot of fear for Leo, Sunny, Richas D: I want to protect them like how they protect me. I look smaller but I’ve learned a lot. And now I can protect them. I want when Apa Roier returns for him to be proud of me and also Apa Quackity :-D I’d like you guys to know that you don’t need to worry so much about me :-D To prioritize being happy :D If they’re happy then I’m happy too.

Bbh: I understand Pepito if you want your siblings to be happy.. I understand Pepito.

Pepito: I promise that if I’m in danger again I’ll be stronger.

Bbh: Aw Pepito! That’s- Look that’s very sweet of you. I know you are very tough, a very tough little guy, okay? I mean you’re not that little you’re a month old now. And obviously being a month old means you have more responsibilities, you have more things that you have to do, um, and so I think this is good that you want to take on more responsibilities Pepito. And so obviously yes I will trust you to help keep an eye on your siblings, um, and making sure that they’re safe. But Pepito! I also want you to keep this in mind, okay? Is as your parents, and your aunts, and your uncles, right? It’s our job to keep an eye on you guys. So, I will allow you Pepito to help protect me, okay? And all of your siblings as long as you remember that we’re also going to help protect you too, okay? So just keep that in mind, that we’re going to keep an eye on you and you watch our backs as well, okay Pepito?

(Pepito nods & jumps in agreement)

Bbh: Okay. We can all take care of each other cause we’re all one big family aren’t we? Aw, I’m so proud of you Pepito. Aw you’re growing up so fast! Just don’t grow up too quickly little guy! Aww.

Pepito: I met Apa Quackity :0 I felt a great need to make him smile. I think there are many ways to take care of others :D And how to make them happy.

Bbh: That is very mature Pepito. That is very true. There are lots of ways to take care of other people. You can make them happy, you can keep them physically safe, you can make food for them, theres tons of ways you can help take care of people. ... I think just by playing that game, uh, with Quackity, by spending time with him by hanging out with him, you made your papa so happy. Because as parents we’re happy when our kids are happy. It brings us joy to know that we’re doing a good job raising you and taking care of you.

Pepito: Do you think I can achieve that with Apa Roier?

Bbh: Hmm. You know what? I definitely think you can Pepito. In fact, I’ll say it certainly. You certainly will be able to.

Pepito: In the photo Richas gifted me you can see Apa Roier smiling.

Bbh: Yes, um, I think Pepito your Apa Roier has been through a lot, right? Um, the older you get Pepito, um, life kinda hits you over the head with a hammer periodically, sometimes a lot sometimes a little, everybody’s situation is different. Um, but uh I do think that with time you can be healed of pretty much everything, okay? Almost everything. And I think with time your papa will smile again. So don’t lose hope little guy. Keep your spirits up and just trust that your dad will be happy again. And just be there for him. That’s the best you can do.

Pepito: I will try >:D

Bbh: And that’s all you have to do, don’t be upset, just try. And keep your hope up, okay? You’re doing great already. I definitely think he’ll smile again.

Pepito: Thank you Uncle Bad :-D I’m going to sleep now.

#qsmp #transcribed convo yippee

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celestialtarot11 · 1 month

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Common Cards for Healing in Tarot 🌴🌺

Hi friends! Today we’re looking at different cards you can receive in tarot when it comes to healing + what they mean. As the pisces season wraps up into Aries, I thought this would be suitable!🌹 please like, comment, and reblog to your hearts content! 💗

8 of cups 💨- When tarot drops this absolute banger it’s an indication of leaving or walking away from something we once idolized, or put on a pedestal. It involves discipline, seeing the truth, and grief is associated with this card. Mourning the current circumstances but knowing a better future awaits. It hurts since it’s something we once cared about. Known as the phrase, “grief is love in a heavy coat.”

Judgement 💫- The card of truth despite the ego. A card of tumultuous shifts and changes all leading the reader towards themselves. Something unavoidable, and undeniable. Whatever the reader has been running from will eventually catch up to them. It’s time to shine the light onto what has been hidden. Associated with third eye openings and upgrades. Usually the perception of self and the circumstance shifts heavily.

3 of swords reversed 👻- Releasing the ex, but not always is it related to a person. Releasing baggage in a situation or circumstance, finding inner truth and salvation, resting. Expressing emotional pain with unconditional acceptance and clarity. Journaling frees the mind. Releasing mental control of a situation, because if its out of our hands it deserves to be out of our minds.

The Hermit 🌟- Going on an inner journey to heal and recover. Associated with heavy thinking into the past, being analytical of one self, digging deeper to find out an emotional truth. Being reserved to protect one’s energy and self. Social media breaks and disconnect. Coming out with awareness and understanding that one did not have before.

5 of pentacles reversed 💅🏻- Finding safety and security, repairing situations or finding refuge. Support and protection is offered, and the person feels comforted. Release of heavy baggage and grief. The grief is easier to accept and put down now.

2 of cups 🍵- Therapy and opening up about the past in ways the person may not have done before. Confiding in someone who they are learning to trust. Trying to find themselves in therapy, having a soundboard. If not therapy, meeting like minded people who sees the reader and understands them deeply. Feels safe, trusting, and free.

Queen of cups ☕️- Knowing your emotional truth, having better boundaries this time, and leveling up. Emotional abundance, security and feels at peace with what they created internally.

4 of swords ✨- Mental rest, healing and peace. Meditation to find ease. Trusting the path. Listening to intuition. Taking breaks to reconnect with self. Journaling and brain dumping. Breathing out and feeling calm.

6 of swords 🌹- Emotional abundance, moving on from the past. Moving towards a better future. Releasing stuck or stagnant energy. Transitioning from something painful to the light. Seeing the way out.

The Sun ☀️- Happiness, joy, clarity. Comfort and peace. Feeling carefree and safe to be oneself. Lots of laughter and meaningful moments. Truly connect to oneself.

10 of swords 🗡️- Complete stop, ending of a cycle or circumstance. Usually a lot of guilt or regret is followed by this card, and exhaustion. Mourning over how something went or the choices that were made. Mental unease, overthinking and overwhelming thoughts.

The World 🌴- At one with the universe. Connected to mass consciousness. Moves with awareness and presence, and feels fulfilled inside and out. The ending and beginning of a chapter. New experiences await.

The Tower 🌟- The end of something shaky. Shaky relationship, friendship, circumstance. The falling down to rebuild stronger and better. Now, better choices can be made. There’s room for awareness and improvement.

Death ⌛️- The end of a painful cycle and into the new. Doubts are still present and anxieties. Slowly, the reader will find themselves able to understand those fears and work through them. This card is felt very strongly in a spiritual sense. The endings ripple internally, as it’s not just the death of a circumstance but the ego.

The Star 💨- After the Death comes The Star. Reborn, rebirth, transformation. The hope after all was lost, or what one thought was the case. Reinventing oneself, new patterns, new beliefs, planning manifestations. Planting seeds of success.

Thats all I have for you friends! Enjoy and feel free to like comment and reblog 🌟❤️ Its always appreciated! Your support means a lot to me.

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ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater · 4 months

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A Moment in Time (Ino Takuma x Reader)

First time posting since I rebranded my tumblr to try and get into posting fics here, thought I'd start off with this to put myself out there cause I finished it just a couple of hours ago ) I hope y'all enjoy, Ino is just a little baby and deserves all the love

Small preface: This is set post-Shibuya, but just before Yuta reenters the picture so it does contain brief manga spoilers in the beginning in terms of character appearances. Reader's CT involves sound and emotions, it manifests as a colour-shifting blob that can be manipulated into different shapes and colours to distract, camouflage and other things. It is influenced by inner thoughts and emotions and sometimes takes the form of people she is thinking of or imitates her movements, almost like it has a mind of it's own. (However it's a very small part and only mentioned a couple of times) Also I have no idea if Shoko can actually do the things she is described to do here, so just roll with it

Warnings: blood, mention of a missing eye, shoko's healing, a lot of pain noises, lots of blood :( as happy of an ending as you can have while just coming out of shibuya, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

Shibuya was a mess. So were you, and so was Yuji who has just shown up in front of you for the first time since you departed Jujutsu Tech all those hours ago. “Where’s…” You trail off, your voice raw and defeated as you look pleadingly at him standing beside a man you don’t recognise, “Yuji,” You whisper, tears welling up in your eyes, “Where’s Ino?”

He shakes his head, scrunching his own face up, “Ino got hurt real bad, protecting Megumi and I,” He mumbles, angrily rubbing at his face, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, he’s hurt real bad,”

You quickly race over, your arms pulling him into a hug and letting him hide his face against your neck despite the blood, “Shhh, Yuji, it’s not your fault,” you murmur, “Even if you wanted to you couldn’t stop him from protecting you, he’s a selfish hard-headed piece of work,” Yuji’s body shakes but he makes no noise as he cries, you continue to reassure him softly, knowing what he needs right now is someone to let him know he’s alright. “If he dies-“ You cut him off before he says anything else, “Don’t make a promise like that, Yuji, Ino knew exactly what he was doing,” You bring a hand up to the back of his head and clutch his hair, letting your own tears fall, “You know he promised me he’d protect you, he promised me, not anyone else, me, as if I had a reason to believe he’d do anything different,”

“I hurt so many people,” He sobs, “Nanami is gone, Kugisaki might be too, it’s all my fault,” You push him away from his sanctuary in your arms, holding him so he’s forced to look at you, “Yuji, they’re sorcerers, they’re fucking crazy, they knew what they were doing, we all know what we’re here for and we all know the eventual price we must pay,” You move your hand from the back of his head to his cheek, “You’re worth it, Yuji, you’re so much more than just ‘Sukuna’s vessel’ to us,” The other man finally steps forwards, “She’s right,” His voice is soft, rumbling like a faraway storm, “You’re strong, brother, but that doesn’t mean you have to be strong alone,”

You nod to him in thanks as Yuji’s body stills, no longer wracked with sobs, “Since the first finger you’ve never been alone Yuji, it began with Megumi and Gojo and it will end with all of us, we may not know what it’s like, but we’re here and we care,” A few more tears slip down his face as he lets a small smile grace his lips, “Thank you Y/n,” He murmurs, “Will you stay by my side?” You nod, “I will do whatever I can for you, Yuji Itadori,” You brush your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears that fall, “Now dry your tears, we still have work to do,” He nods, “This is Choso by the way,” He gestures to the man accompanying you and you finally focus on him for a few moments.

Black hair tied up in messy pigtails, a thick black line across his nose, his clothing loose and shoes that look straight from a goth’s wardrobe, “It’s good to meet you,” You smile as you wonder where he came from, “I’m Y/n,” He nods in return, not quite meeting your eyes but it’s not something that bothers you. You can feel your cursed technique welling up beneath your skin and it seeps out, taking up a crude imitative form of Ino beside you, “Have you seen Megumi since you split up?” you ask, ignoring it. “Last I saw he was with Shoko and Principal Yaga, Ino should be there too, Sukuna sort of saved Megumi, but I don’t know why yet,” Yuji scratches the back of his head while you think for a moment, “Alright, I’ll let you guys get back to the remaining curses, I’ll see if we’re going to move the badly wounded to a safe location,”

You pull him into another quick hug, “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He nods against your shoulder, “Thanks Y/n,” He murmurs as you pat his back. “If you need me, I’m only one call away, don’t be afraid to ask for help,” You say firmly as you grip his upper arms for a moment, before letting go and darting off to where you believe Shoko and Yaga will be based on the directions you were given beforehand.

Once you’ve made your way to the building under the cover of your cursed technique, it drips away into a puddle of red and black that follows you along the ground as you desperately search for Ino. “Y/n! He’s over here!” Shoko calls from a bit further down the rows of bodies, tucked in next to a pillar. Your heart races as you run to her, her hands gently working over his body to find the sources of his pain. You stumble to your knees beside him and cup his cheeks, not caring about the blood as he grits his teeth and groans.

“Shhshhshh,” You gently hush him, stroking the hair back from his forehead, your chest aching as you try to avoid looking into his empty right eye-socket, “Everything’s gonna be ok, you’re gonna be alright,” You murmur. “Hold him,” Shoko instructs softly and you nod, shifting closer and letting him nestle his head sideways against your chest, still facing Shoko. You feel the reverse cursed energy radiating from Shoko as she pushes it into him, frowning as she looks up at his face. An agonized cry falls from his lips and his hands grip you tightly, painfully, but you ignore it and press your lips to the top of his head, “It’s ok Takuma, I’m here, I love you, I’m not leaving,” You whisper.

He struggles and shakes but you hold him tightly, his breaths coming in short wailing gasps, “Is it supposed to hurt him this much?!” You blurt to Shoko, gripped with panic. She grimaces, “I’m growing him an entirely new eye, give me a second!” She seethes. His fingernails dig so sharply into your waist and back that you feel your skin breaking, but you ignore your own pain and just rock him gently. He finally falls limp, breathing heavily and still making small groaning noises every so often, “Stay with him,” She stands, “He needs you,” You nod firmly.

The thought of leaving his side hadn’t even crossed your mind and you work to comb the fingers of one hand through his hair, gently detangling and moving it away from the blood still on his face. You pick up on his breathing pattern and duck your head, breathing loudly and slowly in his ear until he starts copying you, “That’s it, that’s it,” You praise him softly, “There you go,” He digs his fingernails in again, though not nearly as hard as before, and slumps further against you, forcing you to sit back on your butt against the pillar. He buries his face against your chest and you hold him half in your lap, legs spread either side of his waist, “Oh Takuma,” You whisper, finally allowing yourself to feel a wash of relief, “I’m so happy you’re alive,”

He moans softly against your shirt, his hands creeping up your skin at the back and just holding you, “Takuma,” You breathe. “Y/n,” He finally murmurs as he turns his head to the side slightly, his voice rough and low, mouth barely exposed. You let out a soft cry, “Takuma,” you repeat, helping him as he insistently moves up and then flops onto his butt beside you, his eye good as new but his face still covered in blood, “Oh…” you kneel in front of him and look over your shoulder, “Can someone get me a bottle of water?” You call out, but his gentle hands pull your attention, and your body, back to him. “C’mere,” He grunts, his hands moving down your body the closer you get until he tugs you by the hips and you’re forced to straddle his upper thighs.

“What did you say before doll?” He mutters, his eyes swimming with emotion, almost not quite seeing you. “I’m so happy you’re alive,” You murmur, your hands trailing up to his face, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” He shakes his head, coughing a couple of times, “No, before that,” Someone places a bottle next to your leg and you nod in thanks, looking away only briefly. “Takuma…” You murmur, leaning forward and resting your forehead to his, “I love you,”

He chuckles, his lips spreading into a smile beneath the blood, “I can’t live without you, I don’t want to live without you,” You whisper. “That’s what I needed to hear,” He lets his head rest back against the pillar and you grab the bottle, pouring a small amount of water into your palm and lifting it to his face, “Close your eyes,” You murmur, and once he’s closed them you let the water drip between your fingers onto his forehead and down over his eyelid. You use your fingertips to gently rub the blood off and then rinse his face, drying it with your coat as he opens his eyes again, “You are so pretty,” He murmurs, “And that’s not just the blood loss talking,”

His hands which haven’t deviated once from your hips pull you slightly closer, one trailing up to the back of your head as he leans closer, “Stunning,” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours like feathers as you share breaths, “Crying for me like this,” He coos, “You’re just beautiful,” You hadn’t even realised you were crying until he mentioned it, his hands grabbing your wrists to stop you from wiping them away, “Takuma,” you whimper softly, struggling against his grip and desperate for validation, “Say it back or let me go,”

His breath fans your neck for a moment and he kisses your jaw, “I love you too,” He murmurs into your skin, “Always have, won’t let you go, I promise,” His mouth trails up to yours, satisfying the flame that roars beneath your skin as he initiates a tentative kiss, one full of love and care. You press further into him, desperately assuring yourself he’s still alive and allowing yourself to forget where you are for just a moment in time.

Thanks for giving me a chance if you got this far, I hope you enjoyed it! Most of my fics start out as self-indulgent writings but then if I'm proud I'll post them somewhere and see what people think, anyway please please feel free to request, send me prompts, anything that comes to mind!

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avatarkv · 1 year

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Cupid’s got me on a chokehold.

✎ Synopsis ! You and Neteyam are obviously in-love with each other, so what exactly was holding you back?

Content & warning ¡ Aged up Neteyam! x Human!Reader. (aged him up because idk how ages work between na’vi and humans, no smut! just kissy-kissy) tooth-rotting fluff, finally. gotta keep my sweet child alive this time (wc; 4471)

You were always confined within the comfort of your lab and it amused Neteyam to no end. You were surrounded by stunning scenery that anybody would kill to get an eyeful of, yet here you are, laser-focused to whatever you were working on in front of multiple screens.

You were tasked to step into the shoes of Grace Augustine and you took the responsibility gratefully, not wanting her work to be put in vain. You admired her deeply, to the point that you’d watch her every log before you sleep— remarkable woman, she is. It was now time for you to honor her legacy with ambition of your own— a worthy successor taking the reigns and continuing in her stead, pushing her work forward with every ounce of energy you had.

Today was no different; you were cooped up in your little space, desk cluttered with papers and coffee stains evident from the multiple drinks you had. A knock interrupts your focus, taking your eyes off your journal.

"You've got some visitors," Norm abruptly announced, rolling your chair towards the door before you had a chance to reply. You gripped tightly onto the armrests of your chair as you felt yourself suddenly tipping forward, away from your workplace– curse Avatar strength. You could only shoot him a glare as you pushed your glasses upright, standing up from your seat.

“How’s my girl?” A smile immediately grows on your lips as Neteyam greets you. He had a voice like warm, rich honey; when he talked, it was difficult to hear anything else. He reserved such fondness in his tone just for you, it was hard not to swoon. You extend your hand from your forehead, greeting him their way.

“I’m pretty sure your girl has not showered since the last time we visited,” Lo’ak joked from behind, earning a snicker from Spider.

“Ha-ha,” You removed your lab coat and stretched, clothes tightening as you relieve your bones from sitting in a hunched position for who knows how long– you have got to work on your posture. You groaned in satisfaction as you heard your joints crack. “What brings everyone here?”

The Sullys' had ventured out, with the exception of Tuk who was eagerly watching out for everyone’s return, with Spider. They were tinkering with the different machines that littered the lab, teasing each other, and chatting with the other avatar drivers they were familiar with.

“Setting aside my disgustingly in-love brother and his constant requests,” Kiri gave Neteyam a knowing glance which he returned with him rolling his eyes, “We’re actually here to remind you that you need to move your legs and walk. You’re more busy these days, we’re kind of worried.”

You were closer with Kiri, though you didn’t admit it openly, you shared many of the same interests. Much to the boys’ dismay, you went out with her more, exploring the forest and experimenting all sorts of things. While you busied her with your lifestyle, she was just as ecstatic with sharing hers. You learned how to weave, discovered the many healing ways of Na’vi as well as making new ones. You and Kiri were two peas in a pod, both intelligent and cunning, with a shared passion for learning.

“Just.. working on something new,” You replied sheepishly and it made Neteyam’s eyebrow quirk up in curiosity; it was unlike you to not tell him about your works and he could tell from your tone that it was something huge. “It’s going to be worth it, I promise!”

Neteyam couldn’t help but revel in your passionate display, he swears you glow when you talk of your interest, stars twinkling in your eyes. He absolutely hated anything related to the sky-people and their affairs, but he’d listen to you talk endlessly about it, even if the words that would often reach his ears were foreign and had no clue what it meant.

He won’t admit it, but he would sometimes ask his father for English lessons; slyly asking him about words that he didn’t understand and Jake would eagerly answer nonetheless. Oh eywa, he was a huge simp. (He learned that word from Lo’ak, who knows where this man’s vocabulary is coming from.)

“You okay, ‘Teyam?” You tilted your head and looked up at him through your lashes and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks when he realized he had been staring again– how easy you could make this mighty warrior helplessly smitten with just a glance was embarrassing. He had sharply averted his gaze, visibly gulping.

Unbeknownst to him, you weren’t oblivious to his watchful eyes. He may have thought he could take in your every move without you noticing, but you knew all too well when his gaze lingered. No matter where you roamed or how hard you tried not to look back in his direction, his eyes had a way of finding yours and planting itself there. You both were absolutely enamored with each other and it was painfully obvious.

Lo’ak was the one to break the silence, pushing you from the back, “Okay, nerd, get your mask because we’re going.”

The walk to the village was peaceful, aside from Lo’ak and his loud mouth, you were actually grateful that they forced you out the lab. Sunshine cascaded in through all the leaves and greenery, casting its pleasant warmth throughout your path. You could feel its rays radiating on your skin as it moved across the landscape– it was a beautiful day.

Neteyam kept a protective hold on your waist as you ventured through the forest. You felt his grip tightening whenever there were overgrown branches or gnarled twigs along the way– he was keen on holding down leaves for you to pass through and picking on every pretty flower to secretly tuck into your hair (He saved some for Tuk and his mother).

When you arrived, Tuk was the first to rush and greet you, running towards you at full speed and nearly tackling you to the ground. Despite her being the youngest, she was almost your height. She gave you a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around your waist in an embrace. “__!”

“Please be careful, Tuk,” Neteyam scolds from behind, holding you securely.

You returned the hug, wrapping your arms around her “How’s my favorite Sully?” You asked, leaning in to kiss her forehead as if she wasn’t literally the same size as you. Tuk giggled in reply, while the other’s expression dropped in disbelief.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Kiri mutters from the side.

"I got the whole day planned out!" Tuk jumps around ecstatically, her enthusiasm contagious. "We braid each other's hair, then we make necklaces! We can go for a swim in the pond that's just further into the forest, and then!" She takes a big pause for breath before continuing with her plans. "After we get back from our swim, we can play some more–”

“Hold up, Tuk, What are we supposed to do while you do your girly things?” The youngest blew raspberries, as if to tell him that no boys were included in every activity. Being the child Lo’ak is, stuck his tongue out as well.

“Well we do need extra hands on the spot right now,” Jake interjects, emerging from behind the bushes, breathing heavily like he had run back here. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, “There’s some movement down north and we’re heading to check it out. We need spotters while we scout the area.”

“Hello Mr. Sully,” You greeted him and the hard expression that had been on his face momentarily softened. He gave a single curt nod in response, but you could tell he was somewhat surprised to see you there.

“Is it serious?” Neteyam immediately asks, face contorting to complete worry. It might’ve been a bad time to bring you out here and he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“No, no.” Jake was quick to ease his worries, shaking his head. “Hopefully not, but it’s best if we move out now.”

Neteyam quickly turns to you and your expression mirrored his concerning one. He rested his hand on your shoulders, “Wait for me here, alright?” You nodded, taking hold of his hand and gently massaging it in comforting circles. This small gesture seemed to ease the tension within him and he squeezed your hand affectionately before running off to their hut and grabbing his bow.

Jake watched as the scene unfolded before him, a feeling of familiarity washing over him. He couldn't help but grin as he said his goodbyes, catching himself in his own reminiscing– young love was just something else and he found it brewing between you and his son, just like how his and Neytiri’s grew.

Your gaze followed their retreating figures as they were swallowed up by the towering trees and cascading vines. You remain still for a few moments, worried for whatever awaits their travel, not until Tuk softly grabs onto your wrist and pulls you to follow her alongside Kiri. With a deep breath, you trailed behind, ready to spend the day with them.

The sun shone brightly as the day carried on. It was hard not to enjoy yourself, not when Tuk was radiating such energy. Even after all the hiking and climbing, her excitement remained in every activity. It was infectious, you loved this bundle of joy with all your heart. It only seemed to calm when you laid on the rocks, drying yourselves after swimming. She swears she only needs to nap, a recharge, before continuing with her plans– but as soon as her soft snores hit your ears, you knew she was done for the day.

You chuckled before shutting your eyes yourself. The sun is warm and pleasant, the breeze refreshing. It feels like an eternity since you have been able to just let go of stress and simply enjoy the present. You take in all of nature's serenity, letting it fill every inch of you with solace. You breathe in deeply as your lungs fill with crisp air and then exhale slowly, releasing any tension that has gathered up within you.

After a while, the sound of Kiri’s voice jolts you awake. “When are you telling my brother?”

Unable to process her words yet, you turn your head to her in complete confusion, “What?”

“Oh you know, you and your obvious feelings for him.” She replied casually, almost smug even. “You both are so disgustingly in love with each other, what’s with all the hold up?”

“Kiri, I’m human,” You told her, like it was all the reason she needs to hear, but her gaze is relentless– beckoning you to continue. “Not until my avatar is finished, at least. I wanna be able to hold him, to feel him without constraints. Do you know how much rash I’m getting from this stupid mask? It’s so itchy and the straps are never tight enough or loose, it’s just–” You were rambling at this point, frustrations boiling over.

You groaned, “But that’s besides the point. I wanna be able to look at him like I’m capable of taking hold of his heart myself, not like this.”

She chuckled, her eyes turning away from you and back up to the sky. “Believe me, you already have it.”

Neteyam marched back to the familiar path towards their home, shoulders heavy in disappointment. It was a false alarm and they were greeted with nothing but stray animals littered around the forest. Unfortunately for him, the day was already ending and there was no doubt that everyone would be tired already when they returned. When he arrived, Tuk was sleeping soundly, nestled in Kiri’s embrace. Her chest heaved ever steadily with each gentle breath as you brushed back the braids that covered her face, careful not to wake her.

He quickly strides over to you, gripping your shoulders in his hands and at first, you are taken aback by the sudden hold on your body. Then, as soon as you recognize who it is, a wave of relief washes over you; Neteyam was back and you were more than glad that he had returned unharmed, “‘Teyam! How did it go?”

Before he could reply, Kiri gave him a teasing look before speaking. “I’m gonna go and tuck Tuk in, she’s all yours brother.”

After a beat of silence, Neteyam was the first to speak. “Bet Tuk had tired you out,” You laughed heartily as you both stared as Kiri made her way back to their hut with Tuk, “But I need you for one more journey, you up for it?”

He had a way of looking at you, one that couldn’t be denied. His eyes pleaded– begged for you to follow, and he could see the desire in your own eyes when you stared back. What’s a few scolding from Norm when you could spend time with Neteyam? “Lead the way, mighty warrior.”

You pestered him the whole journey, asked him where he was taking you every second. Neteyam would only laugh in reply, shaking his head to tell you that you just have to see for yourself. Not long after, the tree of voices shone from a distance, and you felt your lips parted in awe.

You’ve only heard of it from Grace in her videos, so to finally witness it yourself felt absolutely unreal. You were completely staggered by its splendor, you couldn’t help but ghost your fingers over the glowing vine-like roots– it was beyond anything you had ever imagined. Pandora was quite the treasure, the lush greenery and the remarkable landscapes of this world amazed you at every turn; it always felt like a dream when you let yourself wander around.

As you walked further aimlessly, like the sight itself had lulled you to come closer, Neteyam remained unmoved. His gaze was fixated on you, intently following each step you took, as the lights shone around your body like a gentle embrace. He was surrounded by such beauty, and it seemed like the only masterpiece here was you.

When you finally turned and noticed his absence, you smiled and beckoned him to follow– Oh Eywa, save him now, he knew he was as good as dead. His heart raced in his chest and he felt like his lungs had suddenly stopped working; the plan he so carefully thought of had evaporated and his mouth had gone dry. You stood there so prettily and it made him feel small.

He slowly made his way towards you, holding onto your forearm. Only now did you notice his stiff shoulders, how cold his skin was in contrast to the warm atmosphere. You worriedly gazed upon him as you tried to decipher his expression, figuring where the underlying tension came from. You stepped back slightly, getting a good look on him.

“Why did you bring me here?”

Your voice was quiet, but it was enough to draw Neteyam’s attention. He couldn't help but take notice of every detail in your face; the lilac light bathing you in its hue as he memorized the way you looked. His gaze dropped to the floor briefly before he met your stare again, unable to look away for even a second. “I am of age already,” his voice started out small, “Mother has been asking me if I have chosen.”

You knew of their tradition, knew how life goes for everyone, but to hear it from him had caused a sting from the inside. Neteyam would need a mate– a strong Tsahik that would accompany him once he takes on the role of being the clan leader and it hurts to think that you could never fit that role. “Have you?” Your eyes widens, peering up at him. It was difficult to ignore the distinct tone of disappointment in your words, and the way it hung in the air.

“No, not yet.” He was quick to answer, wanting to ease the worried look on your face, “Not until you choose me too.”

“Oh, Neteyam,” His words came as a shock and you could hardly process them. The sound that escaped your lips could only be described as dejected, like you had instantly denied him without a second thought and you were now considering how best to reject him gently. His heart sank, trying his best not to be discouraged– not yet.

He chose you. He’s choosing you and he’s waiting. His words reverberated like an echo inside your mind and it caused you to complete dysfunction. This moment of indecision felt both exhilarating and paralyzing all at once; it was enough to make your heart pound faster in your chest as apprehension took hold of the moment. You clearly liked him too, the great mother knows how much your soul yearns for him, but this is something you shouldn’t decide on the course of your emotions. You knew very well how impossible it was.

“I don’t think you should fall in love with someone like me,” Your words were heavy, unwilling, as they escaped your lips. You wanted nothing more than to run to him, to tell him that you’ve chosen him the very moment you laid your eyes on his– but you chose to bite your tongue.

“Someone like you?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unable to comprehend.

You shook your head and raked your fingers through your hair, feeling the frustration coursing through you. “Someone that’s not like you.” You rephrase, hoping that he gets the message. “You are to be olo’eyktan and I’m not even Na’vi– the people won’t approve of us.”

You didn’t miss how his eyes had turned crestfallen; you were sure you could even hear his own heart breaking. His grip loosened as he walked past you, striding through the hanging vines, “This place is for prayers to be heard.”

You trailed behind him desperately, “Neteyam, listen to me–”

He quickly cuts you off, turning sharply towards you. “And I’ve been told what to do my entire life, __. What I must do, how I should act.” Neteyam’s shoulders are slumped defeatedly as he looks at you, grabbing both your hands, caging it with his, and warming it with a soft kiss. “You’re the only thing I’m asking for and I’m begging to be answered.”

His voice is pleading and you hate to be the one to let him down. With another heavy sigh, you reluctantly drew your hands away from his, “Are you willing to wait?”

You plagued his mind. You had not visited, nor had he either. The days seemed to drag on, and still there was no word from you.

It cost him his peace of mind; Neteyam has been slacking on his duties and his own family was not blind to the fact that their usual patient eldest had become irritable, a frown gracing his face everyday as he continued with training. His mind had been troubling him and his stomach had been twisting and turning into an ever-tightening knot. He wanted to come see you, heck, he’d even take his words back if it meant everything would stay the same.

This day was no different. The training went south and all his shots were off their mark, stance completely off. His frustrations mounted when the whisperings took place and realized they’ve been talking about him, the humiliation was unbearable– he just couldn’t think straight.

“Trouble in paradise, bro?” Lo’ak had followed after his brother, who had just gotten a scolding from Jake. He had dismissed him harshly, feeling just as frustrated from how his eldest was acting these days. “How did the plan go anyway?”

“Horrible!” He immediately blurted out, followed by a loud groan. “It was stupid to catch her off guard, it was stupid to tell her by surprise.” He knew in that moment that he had erred greatly; there was no way to undo the shock and upset you must have felt that very moment. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, regret coursing through his veins with each passing second.

Lo’ak threw his head back in surprise. He had never seen his usually composed brother like this before, the last few days consisted of nothing but pure panic and it was hard not to enjoy seeing his brother all frantic. “What were you meant to do? Say, hey __ I’m about to confess to you at the tree of voices, compose yourself alright?”

He groans for what feels like the millionth time today, “What are you doing here, Lo’ak?”

He crossed his arms with a smug expression, “‘bout to give you words of advice because unlike you, I’m a hit with the ladies.” Neteyam let out an exasperated sigh and swatted his brother’s shoulders in an attempt to silence him.

“Get lost, you’re not helping with anything.” His temper was reaching its boiling point as he desperately tried to convince Lo’ak to leave him alone, wanting nothing more than to be left to his own self-pity.

Lo'ak finally concedes, turning to make his way back on the path he came from. "She likes you too, maybe even more than you do," he says before stopping. "Believe me, the wait is worth it!" He raises his voice and then continues walking away until he is lost among the trees.

He knew something that he didn't and it makes him more and more agitated.

He ventured further into the forest, sitting down on a nearby stump and carefully tending to his arrows. He sharpened each tip with precision, eyebrows furrowed heavily in concentration. Not long after, his ears perked up at the sound of footsteps softly padding closer. As the steps grew louder, he knew someone was coming towards him. He tensed up, wanting nothing more than to send Lo’ak away again.

“What do you want this time, Lo’ak?” His tone was harsh and he didn’t even spare him a glance. Neteyam was met with a chuckle that sounded nothing like his brother’s and immediately, his heart started to race.

“Penny for your thoughts, mighty warrior?” You cringed on the inside, feeling absolutely lame.

His head snaps up, eyes widening in shock. "___?" he blurts out in disbelief.

“Surprise?”

His mind has got to be fucking with him. Neteyam immediately stands, taking a few hesitant steps towards you– or at least, what he thought was you. You were Na’vi– You no longer bore your usual appearance of green cargo pants which were always slightly too large in size and that stained shirt that had countless coffee marks splattered across it, now changed with nothing but a beaded necklace and a loincloth like theirs.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander— every curve and creases of your body, the stripes that adorned your blue skin, the plain between your breasts. You weren’t you but there was no doubt that it was your sweet voice that he heard; the same doe eyes that peered above him, the same gaze that held so much wonder.

You visibly gulped at his reaction as his gaze continued to travel over your avatar, the silence making you a bit uneasy. You had worked tirelessly on your creation; multiple cups of coffee had kept you up all night, and your human body had most likely shed pounds due to the lack of nutrition. After he had confessed, you knew you had to finish immediately– wanting nothing more than to feel him around you without him being so protective of your fragile body. You tilted your head to meet his intense stare, nudging him softly, “Neteyam, say something.”

This was what you’ve been working on for months, he has realized, you had successfully created your own avatar.

“__?” He called your name again, mouth agape and unsure.

“Wanted to surprise you,” Your voice trailed off, fingers softly grazing his rigid shoulders. You bit your lip anxiously, nervously awaiting his response. He stared at you intensely, and you couldn't help but feel like a tiny little speck under his gaze. “So.. what do you think?” You finally asked him after a few moments of silence had passed between the two of you.

“Think I need to..” He said, barely above a whisper as he gently tugged you close against him, unconsciously licking the bottom of his lips. “Think I need to confirm a hypothesis.” He finished, grabbing your hands to rest above his shoulders while his hands landed on the curve of your hips, rubbing circles on the skin with his thumb. Your breath caught in your throat, the tiny flutter of butterflies beginning to riot in your stomach. It was unlike him to be so bold— always hesitant to hold you in any way when you were in your human form. You looked so fragile, so little beside him.

But now he could hold you close and he was trying so hard not to close the distance, doing his best to keep his composure despite the unbearable temptation to bridge the gap between you and him. You kept him waiting for weeks, his needs were dire.

A laugh slipped from your lips and Neteyam’s ears perked up delight from the sweet sound, “Hypothesis?” You muttered incredulously. The word rolled so foreignly from his tongue, accent thick, and you didn’t believe he was capable of picking up some of the terms you used in the lab. You realized he had been listening despite his dislike towards your kind. “Where did you get that word, huh?”

He chuckled in reply, so low you could feel it vibrate from the lowest pits of your stomach. “Come on, pretty girl, just need a sample from you,” Neteyam lifted your chin, leaning in closer— “If you let me,”

You closed the gap yourself, sealing a kiss on his lips. It was soft against yours, almost like it matched the sweetness of his voice– everything about him was goddamn perfect. You felt a shiver down your spine as he kissed you back, hand snaking up to hold your nape tenderly. The world seemed to stand still around the two of you, suspended in that very moment. Eywa had answered and she makes no mistake.

You could feel his lips curving into a knowing grin as he feels you pulling away, both of you breathless and giddy. You drew away from him, trying to steady the pace of your heartbeat, “Final verdict?” You joked, smile growing.

His response was immediate, eager, as he reached out for you again. Neteyam brushed back strands of your hair while drawing you impossibly closer– his gaze remained fixed on yours and you could feel how his heart pounded against your own,

“Think I need more than just one kiss from you.”

☆ mauve here! this has got to be one of my favorite works i have ever written here because god damn, i am giggling like a mad man over my own fic. love neteyam w all my heart it's crazy, this man deserves a rest !!!!!

tags: @aonungsmate @divineei (HI !!!!)

#mauve writes ☆#neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam brainrot #neteyam sully #neteyam x human!reader #neteyam x avatar!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x fem!reader #avatar #fluff #kiri #tuktirey #lo'ak #spider

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 6 months

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The Good In You

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you have demon powers, and after Dean goes to hell Sam and Ruby teach you how to use them.

“And who are you?”

Ruby’s tone when she addressed you made your skin crawl.

“Oh, you’re different,” she continued, unable to look away from you.

“Hey,” you relaxed a little when Dean stepped in front of you. “Don’t talk to her.”

“You knew about this?” She asked him. When he didn’t answer, she continued. “She’s powerful, Dean. More powerful than Sam, or me, or…or anyone. She can—“

“No, she can’t,” Dean interrupted. “You leave her alone, alright?”

“You’re ignoring your biggest weapon!”

“She. Is not. A weapon.” Dean growled. “Now drop it.”

Ruby held her hands up in surrender, but you didn’t miss the way she stared at you over Dean’s shoulder.

…

“Hey.”

You flinched when Ruby appeared next to you.

“Sam and Dean aren’t here, they went out,” you said nervously.

“I’m not here for them.” She smiled.

“Please leave me alone.” You hated the obvious fear in your voice.

“I’m not here to try anything,” she assured you. “I just wanted to make sure you understand. I wasn’t trying to make you some kind of weapon, I just wanted you to know you have power.”

“I’m dangerous,” you sighed.

“That’s Dean talking,” Ruby argued. “But I think you’re so much more than that. Dean’s just scared of what you can do, but I’m not.”

“Don’t try to turn me against Dean,” you said. But you couldn’t help wonder if she was right. “Please leave.”

“Ok,” she said. “I’m not trying to convince you of anything, I just wanted you to know I’m here. If you ever want to know more about your power, I can teach you.”

And without another word, she was gone.

…

You didn’t know what to do. Dean was in hell, and Sam had run off the minute that Dean was gone, leaving you with Bobby. You understood, really; he had his own grief to deal with, and he wanted to be alone.

But you didn’t.

“Y/N?”

Speak of the devil.

“Sammy?” You looked up and there he was, standing in your doorway. “Sam!”

Sam laughed softly when you barreled into him. He wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey kid,” he greeted.

“You’re back,” you grinned.

“And not alone.” At the sound of a woman’s voice, you stepped away from Sam to see a dark-haired woman smiling at you. Her eyes flashed black, you you couldn’t help but flinch before you realized.

“Ruby?”

“In the flesh,” she grinned. “Well, a new flesh, but still me.”

“Why…how…” you had so many questions you didn’t know where to start, but Sam helped you out.

“We came to get you because we’re gonna go after Lilith. We could use your help.”

“Oh…” the silence spoke for itself.

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam sighed. “I wanted to come get you, I-I just…I’ve been messed up lately, ok? I thought you’d be better off with Bobby.”

“But now he’s feeling better,” Ruby interjected, and Sam frowned at her. “And we could use your help.”

“How?”

Ruby smiled.

“Im gonna teach you how to use those powers you have.”

…

You resisted at first, but once Sam assured you that he supported this plan, you found it hard to say no. You couldn’t help but think that this wasn’t what Dean wanted for you, but the magic that Ruby was suggesting was so harmless that you felt almost alright with it.

In fact, it was more than harmless: it was pretty darn wholesome.

“You’re telling me I can heal people?”

“Kid,” Ruby grinned. “You can do whatever you want.” When Sam cleared his throat, she sighed and continued. “But Sam’s made me promise to keep you on the Mister Roger’s side of your powers, so healing it is.”

Using your powers wasn’t as easy as Ruby had thought it would be. You found that you couldn’t heal a thing without her careful instruction each time, and even then it wasn’t always perfectly effective.

But that didn’t matter to you, because it worked. Even though it was hard, and imperfect, you’d done it. You were using your powers, and there wasn’t a bit of evil about doing it. You’d never felt stronger.

And then Dean came back from hell.

You were over the moon when he came back, but when he found out that Sam was drinking demon blood and you were using your powers, the boys had a terrible fight and split, unable to agree on how to fight Lilith.

The one thing they did agree on, was that you wouldn’t be going. Dean would never let you use your powers, and even if he did Sam had decided that you weren’t learning fast enough to be a useful healer mid-battle. So, Bobby’s it was.

Even after Lilith was killed (which Sam and Dean had both refused to tell you about), and the apocalypse started Sam and Dean decided to stay separated from each other, and you apparently.

That is, until Bobby got a call from Dean.

“Bobby, it’s bad,” Dean’s voice was strained, and weak. “I don’t know if-if you’d be able to patch me up in time.”

“I—“

“Let me help.” You surprised both men by speaking up as you stepped into Bobby’s living room. “Dean where are you?”

“No!” Dean insisted. “You’re not using magic on me.”

“Dean, I can heal you.”

“Yeah right,” Dean scoffed.

“Don’t be an idjit,” Bobby interjected. “I’ve seen her do it, she can help you.”

“I said no,” Dean replied.

Bobby shook his head with a grunt.

“Where are you? I’ll come help you.”

Dean rattled off an address, and continued.

“Don’t bring her wi—“

Bobby hung up on him.

“You’re coming,” Bobby told you. “We’re gonna save that boy’s life whether he wants us to or not.”

“Bobby, I need Sam or Ruby. I-I’m no good without them, I need help to—“

“It’s alright, kid. I think I know where they’re holed up, it’s on the way. Let’s go.”

…

“Where’s Ruby?”

Sam said nothing as he climbed into Bobby’s car, and the three of you set off to find Dean.

“How is he?” Sam asked Bobby.

“Well, from what I understand he’s hanging in there, but I don’t think I can patch him up with bandaids and alcohol this time,” Bobby sighed.

“Well then we better get moving.”

…

“I said just you, Bobby!”

Your gut twisted at the sight of all that blood—Dean’s blood—pooling around his stomach. This definitely wasn’t a job for normal medication.

“Dean, let her help,” Sam insisted.

“I thought we went over this! These powers—“

“Her powers aren’t like mine,” Sam argued. “She does nothing but good with them.”

“Yeah, right,” Dean scoffed. “There’s nothing right about this stuff.”

“Dean, all she does is heal,” Sam said.

“What?” Dean frowned. “Heal? You can’t heal.”

“I told you,” Sam replied patiently. “Her powers aren’t like mine. I would never let her drink demon blood, or go dark side. She’s never done anything even remotely questionable with her powers. Now stop being such a jerk and let her heal you.”

Dean gave a nod that was barely visible, but it was enough for you. He tensed when you put your hand on his wound, but he trusted you.

“Sam?” You turned to look at your big brother, and he knelt down next to you.

“You’re doing great,” he insisted. “Just concentrate.”

With Sam talking you through it, you were able to slowly heal up Dean’s wounds.

“That was great.” Sam wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against him, exhausted. He rested his chin on your head. “You’re getting better, that was a pretty tough wound to heal.”

Dean looked up from where he had been inspecting his would, as though checking it for sulfur.

“Using your powers drains you, huh?”

You nodded wearily, closing your eyes and letting Sam lift you in his arms.

“We should get going,” Sam said.

…

You waited in the Impala, slowly regaining your strength, while Sam and Dean talked. You didn’t have to hear their conversation to see the conclusion; they were coming back.

“It’s about time,” you huffed when the two of them got into the Impala.

“What?”

“We’re sticking together now, right?”

Dean’s lip twitched into a smirk.

“Why, did you miss me?” His smirk dropped as he dodged the hand you swung at him. “Hey!”

“Yes,” Sam interrupted before the fight could escalate. “We’re sticking together.”

“Where’s Ruby?” Your voice was quieter now, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer. “How did the apocalypse start? I-I don’t understand why you won’t tell me.”

Dean sighed. He’d been hoping to keep this conversation on pause for a little while longer.

“Ruby’s dead,” he answered, seeing no more reason to beat around the bush. He watched in the rearview mirror as you pulled your knees up to your chest, your head ducked down. He wasn’t around while you were with Ruby, but he’d sensed that throughout your training the two of you had become close.

“Lilith was the final seal,” Sam sighed. “Ruby…she lied to us. She wanted Lucifer set free. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t speak for the rest of the drive, and the brothers didn’t push you. Sam was pretty sure that you were crying for a while, but eventually your exhaustion pushed you into a deep sleep.

“I’d never let her do something that could make her evil.”

Dean was surprised when Sam suddenly spoke up.

“Look,” Dean sighed. “I saw how her power works, and it…maybe I was wrong. I don’t know. I just want her to—“

“I know,” Sam interrupted. “I want that too. I wouldn’t have let her use those powers if I thought they…they’d make her like me. But she’s not. There’s no demon blood, or black eyes, or-or anything messed up like that. There’s just her. And she’s good.”

“I still don’t know if I like it,” Dean admitted.

“Sam is right.”

Both boys jumped in surprise when Castiel suddenly appeared beside your sleeping form.

“Jeez, Cas,” Dean groaned.

“Sam is right,” Cas repeated. “Your sister’s powers aren’t dark. In fact, I can show her how to use them more efficiently.”

“You can?” Sam was surprised. “What do you know about her powers?”

“Well, it’s true that she could use them for dark purposes,” Cas admitted. “So I think only letting her heal is the best strategy. But I see no reason for her to suppress them entirely. That could just lead to them coming out in uncontrollable ways.”

“Cas?” All three men turned at the sound of your voice. You rubbed your face, sitting up straighter and smiling at the angel. “What are you doing here? Are you staying?”

“For as long as I can,” Cas promised. “I want to help your brothers train you to use your powers.”

“Really?” You smiled. “You don’t think they’re evil?”

“No,” Cas replied, glancing over at Dean’s blood-soaked shirt. “No, there’s nothing evil about you, little one.”

“I always knew you were a goody-two-shoes,” Dean scoffed, smiling when he saw how relieved you were at Cas’s assurance that you weren’t doing anything evil.

“And she’s always gonna be,” Sam piped up.

“Gee, no pressure,” you laughed.

“You’re up to it,” Dean replied, and you caught his eye in the rearview mirror.

I trust you, his gaze said.

That was better than anything he could’ve said.

#dean winchester #dean and sam #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural dean #the winchesters #winchesters x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #winchesters x sister #dean winchester x sister #dean winchester x little sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam x sister!reader #castiel x winchester!reader #castiel x reader #castiel

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thecorvidforest · 9 months

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most singlets and even some systems seem to have this idea that all DID/OSDD systems must be miserable all the time. i’ve seen some people go so far as to claim that you must suffer constantly and despise your plurality in order to be valid - so here are some things i love about being a system!

i love the bonds i share with the other alters in our system! i love how we are made to compliment each other, even when we fight. i love how we understand each other so deeply just by nature of existing.

i love how our talents and interests and passions vary! we have so many different things that bring us joy. i love fronting to see art that other alters have made! i love hearing infodumps and fun facts from other alters about their special interests and hyperfixations!

i love that we protect each other! not all of us have the ability or capacity to stand up for ourselves, but the protectors are always ready to defend us and our space. i love knowing that no matter what, we are protected by ourselves.

i love our community! the DID/OSDD has its problems, but all communities have problems. there’s a depth of understanding and respect for our experiences in our community that’s so validating. we look out for each other and i think that’s beautiful.

i love our relationship with gender and sexuality! no two of us experience gender and sexuality exactly the same way, and i think that’s beautiful. we’re a very very queer system and having so many different perspectives and experiences and relationships with our queerness is beautiful!

i love hanging out and having movie nights or game nights or other activity nights without actually having to set things up, because we can just do it whenever we want! i love watching movies and hearing everyone’s commentary!

i love how we all express ourselves differently! our fashion tastes are all different, our mannerisms vary, our appearances and voices are different. i love seeing the various ways we express ourselves!

i love the support we have for each other! we have our fair share of alters with self-destructive or outwardly destructive traits, but we support and love each other unconditionally. we teach each other to love ourselves not just as a system but as individuals! we are actively helping each other learn and grow and heal, and it’s beautiful.

point is, i would never choose to be a singlet if i could. people like to focus on our suffering and tell us fusion is the only route to healing, but we can heal and be joyful without wanting to be a singlet! our joy deserves to be seen too.

feel free to add on if you’re a system!

#this isn’t discounting the struggles we go thru btw!#this is an appreciation post for the joy we experience #dissociative identity disorder #did system #osdd #other specified dissociative disorder #osdd 1a #osdd 1b #did osdd #system positivity #ramcoa #ramcoa survivor #cult survivor #avian’s posts

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kyuuppi · 11 months

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HEAR ME OUT. Genshin Men as your ex, like what would they do during the healing process? Would they beg for you back, try to get you jealous, etc.

I LOVE UR WRITING AND FORMAT XX YOU'RE LITERALLY AMAZING.

Ft. Zhongli; Xiao; Tighnari; Scaramouche

⚠️tw: manipulation (Scaramouche); bad end/angst (Xiao; Zhongli)

Every cell in my body resisting the urge to make them yandere–

⭐ Zhongli

To be frank, Zhongli is no stranger to the end of relationships.

Having lived through several millennia, Zhongli has watched many friends, enemies, and lovers come and go.

The moment he met you, he already knew you would someday be the same–such is the nature of mortality.

No matter how much he loved you, you would one day become yet another bittersweet memory–the type that makes his chest ache in the latest hours of the night while the rest of the harbor is sleeping.

Zhongli knew your departure from his life was inevitable…

But he didn’t expect to have to say goodbye so soon–let alone voluntarily.

“I love you, Zhongli. I really do but… we’re just too different. A former archon and a human just weren’t meant to be together. I’m sorry.”

Words he had never dreamed of fall from your lips easily. You had rehearsed it for a while.

He is internally distraught - his chest aches in a way he is not quite familiar with and, for once, he does not know what to say.

He politely lets you leave - says that he understands and expresses his desire to remain amicable if you will allow it but will keep his distance if that is what you prefer.

He will always be available to share some advice over a cup of tea or osmanthus wine if you should ever need it. The unwritten contract between the of you – the favor and support of a former archon – is unconditional.

You may find yourself shocked at how easily he lets you go –whether or not you are pleased by it depends on the nature of your true feelings.

Zhongli’s warm smiles and calming words will always remain, albeit now polite rather than intimate.

Outsiders who were unfamiliar with the nature of your previous relationship will not even notice the difference.

It is only a select few - Xiao, a few other adepti, and perhaps the funeral director – who see how the once smoldering embers in Zhongli’s steady gaze have been smothered.

It is only in the darkest hours of night, alone in his study, that Zhongli allows himself to wonder if his divinity is a blessing or a curse.

“It is unfortunate that our journey together must come to an end so soon. I have very much enjoyed our time together and appreciated the honor of witnessing your glory so closely. I will not burden you with my presence but… if you should ever need my assistance or desire my companionship, it is always yours.”

⭐ Xiao

Never in a thousand years would Xiao have imagined he would have someone to call his own.

After centuries of abuse–both inflicted upon him and from him - Xiao had sworn to never put himself in a position that vulnerable again. He will never let someone get close enough to hurt him or be hurt.

Nevertheless, you appeared in his life and shattered every expectation he had ever set.

Through sheer persistence, you smashed your way through his every wall and stole his heart as your own.

You had created an inseverable bond between you two…

...but now you wanted to sever it.

“I don’t think we can be together anymore, Xiao. You have a duty to protect Liyue and that is your top priority. You are tethered to this place. But I want to explore new places… and new people. I’m sorry, Xiao.”

His first reaction is anger, the type that flashed white hot in his gut and burns through his veins.

He did not seek you out – you were the one who forced your way into his life.

No matter how often he rejected you, how much he tried to avoid you, you had repeatedly interjected your way into his routine, bringing him plates of almond tofu and sharing stories of you adventure he had never asked about.

You created the habit for him. You made him expect your presence every day. You gave him new experiences and made him feel things he never knew possible. You made him love you in ways he had never imagined himself capable of–

–only to rip it all away.

He should have known he was not good enough - he was always just a weapon, a tool, wasn’t he? It is only natural that you would use him too–and that he would one day become useless.

He leaves without a word.

For you, it is almost as if you had imagined his whole existence.

He no longer waits for you atop Wangshu Inn. You no longer feel the sense of someone watching–protecting–you while you take commissions around Liyue.

The only indication you have that you had not dreamt the whole thing is the occasional story random citizens, claiming to have been saved from a lawachurl by a ghost with yellow eyes.

You think Xiao has forgotten your entire existence. He disappears from your life so easily.

But to Xiao, it is not easy at all.

His every thought is plagued by you to the point he wonders if you placed a curse upon him.

While the memory of you once eased his karmic debt, now it only seems to fuel it.

The voices taunt him, remind him of how worthless he is, even to his own lover.

You’re only a weapon of destruction – of course no one would want to be with you. You could never make anyone happy. You can only bring pain.

He suffers alone, brushing off the concern of the other adepti and even Zhongli when his karmic debt seems to get worse, his breakdowns more frequent and more intense than ever before/

It is only when you call his name - whether because you miss him or because you are in danger, than he will allow himself to see you again.

But even as he stands before you, he will not make eye contact.

Not because he does not want to see you but because he does not trust himself to act reasonably if he does.

“Even if the… nature of our relationship has changed, our bond still remains… what I mean is, if you are ever in danger, you should still call my name. I will always protect you...”

⭐ Tighnari

Um… this dude mates for life, how could you do this to him???

Similar to Xiao, he initially just gets kind of angry.

He told you how serious this is for him, how much relationships mean to fennec foxes.

He had asked you over and over again if you were sure before making your relationship official and you had assured him that you were. You said forever.

You had known each other for years before - you knew his personality and his habits. You knew being a forest watcher was his top priority and how long he spent on patrols - nothing has changed so why are your feelings changing?

“I’m sorry, Tighnari, I just… I don’t think I can live like this forever. Working in the forest together was a fun way to pass time but I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to be with you anymore.“

He tries to talk it through - he wants to be logical and compromise with you. He asks you to set boundaries and be specific about your needs so that he has the chance to try to meet them - he will do anything to make this work, you just need to tell him what you need.

But you insist there’s nothing he can do, and without a proper explanation, you leave him behind.

It is easy to fall back into old routines and habits. Even if his lover is gone, the forest never rests.

He goes back to his patrols and reports and lectures – everything is the same as before yet it all feels completely wrong.

The days he used to look forward to – eagerly learning more about the forest he loved and sharing his findings with other curious minds – now feel like little more than a waste of time.

His passion is gone, the once burning desires now doused and his mind is only plagued with memories of you.

Quiet moments late at night in his tent are the worst.

His bed feels uncharacteristically cold and empty without you in it. The calm night is much too quiet when your voice is not there to hum a tune you heard at the market.

“You’re being incredibly selfish right now – our relationship may be just a way to pass time for you but for me – it's all or nothing. There was no one before you and there will be no one after you. We made a commitment to each other and we need to stick it out. So tell me exactly what the problem is so we can work on it and fix it. Together. We have a whole lifetime to figure this out so don’t just give up on us so easily.”

⭐ Scaramouche

You have to be insane to leave this man - and not just ‘cause he is hot.

If you made it far enough for Scaramouche to let you into his heart, you already know his past. You know what has happened to him and how he feels about people leaving.

There is absolutely no way this will go well for either of you.

Once his heart is broken his immediate response is vengeance and retaliation.

If you think you are leaving him behind – betraying him like everyone else in his life – you have got another think coming.

“I’m serious, scaramouche. I don’t want this anymore. We’re just not meant for each other.”

“Ha– you think you have a choice? I must not have made myself clear – you are mine and you are not going anywhere without me.”

lol oops I made it yandere

While much less openly accommodating as Tighnari, Scaramouche is still willing to listen to your complaints and try to find a solution.

Although he’s possessive and a bit blinded by his own feelings, Scaramouche truly does love you and will do anything he can to make you happy–but only if you are happy with him.

If you physically leave, he will follow you. If you try to find someone else, he is not above getting rid of them.

Once you enter a relationship with Scaramouch, for as long as the two of you are alive, you will be with each other.

“Do you finally understand? Good. Taking care of those mortal men you wanted to hang around with was starting to become tedious."

#xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #tighnari x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin hcs #xiao hcs #tighnari hcs #zhongli hcs #scaramouche hcs #xiao imagine #genshin imagine #tighnari imagine #zhongli imagine #scaramouche imagine #genshin impact x reader #kyuuppi.req

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jellybear455 · 1 year

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let me heal you is one of my fave fics ever!! could i request a dreamwalker!reader x tsu’tey where tsu’tey has to teach reader the ways of the people because if he teaches jake he’ll rip his head off and he develops a major crush on the reader

Thank you for your request! This took me way too long to do for some reason.

Tsu'tey x reader

Warnings: blood, violence, loss

Word count: 3.2k

Part 2

Pandora. A planet full of new colours, knowledge and danger. Compared to Earth, it was heaven. Except, you can’t get there by dying. Instead, you must pledge your life force to science. Even then, only incredible luck got me here. Not as much luck as Jake Sully had, though.

The ex-marine, paralysed from the waist down, had a brother. I remember when Tom died. There was no funeral. No one hold funerals anymore. We spent years together, learning about Pandora and preparing to be launched into space. Tom was killed barely a month before we were due to leave. Six years in cyro can’t fix that pain.

Now, I watch Jake Sully, standing in Tom’s tall blue Avatar body, marvelling at the dirt between his toes. Human or not, he looks exactly like his brother.

Today was our first time linking to the artificial Na’vi vessels. The lack of a mask on my face feels strange, but strangely relieving. The Pandora atmosphere, containing curiously higher percentages of carbon dioxide, hydrogen sulfide and xenon, feels different to oxygen, somehow thicker as I breathe it in. It’s almost an out of body experience. I can feel my body, and I know it is mine, but when I look, it feels as though it is someone else’s. But that will go away in time. For now, I will enjoy the new freedoms and sensations that come with the Avatar.

The next morning, at 0600 on the dot, I am in my Avatar, and we are soaring above the Pandora jungle. I lean out over the edge of the helicopter beside Jake, who is also in his Avatar. We are zooming low over a huge body of water, accompanied by a flock of purple creatures, that squawk when we get too close.

The air craft rises again, over the trees, before descending onto the forest floor. Immediately, I jump down, ignoring how Jake waved his gun around like an idiot. He pushes ahead of me as the helicopter shuts off, tail whipping my leg. I hissed in annoyance, but followed behind without protesting.

We trepassed through the jungle, and despite the mind-blowing scenery, all I could think about was Pandora’s humanoid inhabitants. The Na’vi. The people we were impersonating with our Avatars. I was fluent in Na’vi, but Doctor Grace liked to tell me that my pronunciation was off. I think she just likes to get on my nerves.

The Na’vi were hunters by nature, and dangerous creatures that could kill you without batting an eye. Or so everyone would have us believe. Doctor Grace says the Na’vi are intelligent, sympathetic creatures, no different from us. Either way, I am certain that they are watching us right now.

Green monkey-like creatures with 6 legs swing through the trees. Jake raises his gun, but I reach out to lower it.

“Prolemuris.” I tell him, watching as they cartwheel away from us. “They are not aggressive.”

“Relax, marine. You’re making me nervous.” Grace says loudly, rolling her eyes and pushing past.

Eventually, Jake keeps walking.

“So,” Norm speaks up after sometime. “How will they know we’re here?”

“I’m sure they’re watching us right now.” Grace replies nonchalantly, echoing my thoughts from earlier.

We emerge from the thick forest and into a clearing. In the centre is a small, rotting, wooden hut. Grace strides in confidently, and the rest of us follow, a little less certain. Inside is the remains of a school. Books, which used to rest neatly on shelves, are scattered across the floor. Most of the desks remain upright, with chairs tucked underneath, but some are upside down and have been strewn across the room.

I watch silently from the door as Doctor Grace trails her hand sadly across a desk. When moves to another part of the room to gather equipment, I approach where she previously stood. Squinting a little, I can make out the rough letters scratched into the desk. ‘Sylwanin’.

“What happened here?” Jake questions, snapping me out of my thoughts. He stands next to an old black board, which is riddled with bullet holes.

Grace inhales sharply, and I watch as she fumbles for an answer. She finally settles on avoiding the question entirely. “Are you gonna help us here? We’ve got a lot to do.”

As Doctor Grace and Norm collect samples from a tree root, I wander off into the jungle. I enter another clearing, this time filled with round, spiralling plants. My hand brushes one, and it shrinks back into a little bud on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Jake demands, appearing from behind me.

I can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl. “Watch this.”

When I poke another plant, Jake laughs too. I tough another, then another, and then they all shrink, leaving the clearing empty. My amusement fades away as Jake tenses beside me, and I spot a huge, armoured hammer-headed creature snorting at us from the trees. Jake yanks me behind him, and raises his gun. Fear spikes in my chest.

“Don’t shoot. You’ll only piss it off.” Grace’s voice crackles through the intercom in my ear.

“I think it’s already pissed off.” Jake responds, still pointing his gun at the creature.

“Trust me, Jake. That armour is too thick.” The marine relents, lowering his gun. Grace continues. “It’s a territorial threat display. Don’t run, or he’ll charge.”

“Thank what am I supposed to do, dance with it?”

“Just hold your ground.”

The animal huffs, pawing the ground, before letting out a roar and charging anyway.

“Grace…” I mutter, frozen in fear.

With a scream of his own, Jake ran, headfirst, towards it. My heart skipped at least three beats before the creature skidded to a halt, the webbed fans behind its hammer head spreading in alarm. It slinked away into the forest and Jake whooped in victory.

“Oh yeah! Who’s bad?” He shouted triumphantly. “That’s right. That’s what I’m talking about. Bitch.”

I laughed in relief, turning away from Jake to catch my breath. It did not take long for my blood to turn to ice again.

“That’s right, get your punk ass back to mommy.”

“Jake,” I whispered.

“Yeah, yeah you got nothing! You keep running.”

“Jake!” I hissed, a little louder.

Finally, he turned around. “What?”

The black, slick, panther-like thanator roared threateningly. It loomed above me on the tree, before leaping over us and growling at the pack of hammer heads. Jake raised his gun again in alarm.

“So, uh, what about this one? Run, don’t run?”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him in the other direction. “Run, definitely run!”

Leaping over a tree root, I rushed into the forest, Jake following close behind. I weaved around a tree, then through bamboo looking plants, then under a tree root. Still the thanator roared and crashed behind me. Launching myself off a particularly high rock, I curled my hands around a vine, using the momentum to swing myself up into a tree. The creature raced past, instead favouring Jake, who had taken refuge in the roots of another tree. He fired his gun desperately, but it did nothing to slow his pursuer. I searched my surroundings frantically, looking for someway to help. My eyes landed on the crack in the branch I stood across from.

My hands grappled for another vine, and I swung at the branch, hard. I was rewarded with a sickening crack. Still, the thanator dug at the roots, claws dangerously close to Jake. I swung again, once, twice, three times, until, with particularly loud crack, the branch plummeted to the ground, landing on the thanator’s tail. It screamed out, and Jake scrambled, running into the jungle. I grabbed another vine, sliding down and following after. The thanator kept screaming.

Jake ducked under a root ahead of me. Before I could make it through, the thanator soared over me, grabbing Jake by the backpack and swinging him through the air. He unclipped the back, and went tumbling to the ground. I rushed between the creatures legs as it shook the bag out of its jaws, and pulled him up with one hand. We kept running.

We hurtled through a break in the trees. The little control we had over our Avatar bodies was not enough to stop us as we realised we were fast heading off the edge of a cliff. I scream ripped out of my throat as the thanator snapped its jaws behind us. I crossed my arms over my chest and pushed my legs together. All I could do was hope that there was water beneath us.

My feet hit the rapids first, and the rest of my body followed. I did not have time to swim to the surface for air, because my head struck a rock, and I was rendered unconscious.

When I could think clearly again, the first thing I wondered was if I was dead. Then I realised that I certainly wasn’t, because why was my dead spirit being jostled around like a sack of potatoes? I pealed my eyes open, glad the light was not too bright. As it turns out, the person tossing me around was strangely familiar.

“Tom?”

The person looked down at me and grinned. “You’re awake.”

It was Jake, still in Tom’s Avatar. He had one arm under my knees, and the other across my shoulders, carrying me through the jungle. My head throbbed, and when I reached up to touch my forehead, my fingers came back with flakes of dried blood on them.

“How long have I been out?”

“Hours.” Jake said worriedly. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up at all. But hey, look on the bright side.”

He nodded ahead of us. A tall blue Na’vi woman carrying a bow stalked through the trees. She looked back occasionally, as if checking we were still there.

“Is that…”

“Hell yeah it is. She’s taking us back to their village.”

“Oh wow,” I muttered, taking her in. “What’s her name?”

“That’s a good question. I’ll ask.”

He did not get the chance, because his legs came out from under him, and we fell from the particularly high tree branch we had been walking across. I groaned loudly in pain when we hit the ground, unable to move as Jake frantically pulled on the rope around his ankles. As he tossed it away, more Na’vi on 6-legged, horse-like creatures emerged, wielding weapons.

Jake drew his knife, turning to see more Na’vi behind him. I struggled to stand, the pain in my head making me dizzy. I looked up, only to meet the eyes of a Na’vi. He aimed his arrow, no doubt laced with a neurotoxin, at my chest. I raised my hands in fear.

“Calm, people, calm.” The woman that had been leading the forest shouted. Despite being fluent, it took me a moment to translate the words.

The Na’vi pointing the arrow at me lowered his weapon, dismounting his horse thing, and stalking toward the woman.

“What are the doing, Tsu’tey?” The woman asked.

Tsu’tey. His name was Tsu’tey.

“These demons are forbidden here.” Tsu’tey replied.

“There has been a sign.” The woman insists. “This is a matter for the Tsahìk.”

I could not begin to comprehend what that meant, because my legs began to shake uncontrollably, and I fell to the ground again. Tsu’tey stared down at me, before grabbing me roughly under the arms and pulling me up on the horse thing with him, and laying me across his knees. I gasped, the sudden movement amplifying the dizziness in my head. I looked back to see Jake being dragged behind us by the Na’vi on foot.

When the jungle began to thin out, a huge tree came into sight. This was where the Omatikaya clan lived. The tree was at least three times bigger than the tallest tree in the jungle, and Na’vi flowed in and out of the trunk from a cave-sized hole at the base of it.

We rode straight into the hole, and the horse things began to slow down. Tsu’tey dismounted, pulling my down with him. My legs were still weak, but I managed to stand.

“This is so cool,” I whispered, gazing round at the curious eyes of the Na’vi around me.

Tsu’tey gave me a funny look, before ushering me forward through the crowd, that parted like a sea. I could count the four fingers pressing into the skin between my shoulder blades, although his touch was not rough like before. Some of the people whispered among themselves, and others reached out to touch me, darting away quickly, as though my five fingers were contagious. A little girl grabbed some of my hair, forcing me to stop. My hair went past my waist, since I had not had the chance to cut it. I smiled at her, and she giggle shyly, letting go. Tsu’tey pushed my forward.

We came to a stop, and soon Jake was pushed into position beside me. The woman stepped in front of us, talking to an older man with a huge belt across his shoulders. He approached, scanning us critically. I made the gesture the woman had made a few moments before. Three fingers to the forehead, then forward. I see you.

“Why do you bring these demons here?” He questions. The commanding tone, plus the decorations adorning his body. He is Olo'eyktan, the leader of the Omatikaya clan.

“I was going to kill them,” The woman says. “But there was a sign from Eywa.”

That’s the second time she’s mentioned a sign. What does that mean?

“I have said before, no dreamwalker will come here.” The Olo'eyktan booms.

“What’s he saying?” Jake whispers.

“The alien smell fills my nose.”

“You smell bad.” I whisper back, holding in a laugh at the confused expression on his face.

“My father is deciding whether to kill you.” The woman says.

Jake shifts uncomfortably. “Your father. It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

He steps forward, offering his hand, and the Na’vi behind him leap to restrain him. I step forward too, quickly shoving Jake’s arm back to his side. The woman shoves him back, and Tsu’tey steps in front of the Olo'eyktan defensively.

“Step back!” Someone calls. “I will look at the aliens.”

A woman descends from a stairway above. She is decorated too, but not as much as the Olo'eyktan.

“That is mother.” The younger woman says. “She is Tsahìk, the one who interprets the will of Eywa.”

“Whose Eywa?” Jake asks.

I groan in annoyance. Can he be anymore oblivious? The Tsahìk circles us, pulling on Jake’s braid and tail, then running a hand through my hair and examining my fingers.

“What are you called?” She asks, her Na’vi accent dripping over the English words.

“Jake Sully.”

“And you?” She looks to me.

“My name is (Name).” I say in Na’vi, gesturing I see you to her as well.

The woman huffs a little, then withdraws a small pointy spike from her necklace. She reaches out suddenly, slicing it across both out faces in one fluid strike. I recoil in shock, then stead myself again. She licks it with her tongue, and her expression immediately changes to one of surprise.

“Why did you come to us?” She questions.

“We came to learn.” Jake replies confidently. I look at him out of the corner of my eye.

“We have tried to teach other Sky People. It is hard to fill a cup that is already full.”

“My cup is empty, trust me.” Jake insists. “Just ask Doctor Augustine, I’m no scientist.”

“Then what are you?”

Jake is silent. “I was a marine-“

“He is a warrior.” I cut in, thinking as quickly as I can with the pounding of my head. “Of the Jarhead clan.”

“A warrior!” Tsu’tey cries. “I could kill him easily.”

“No.” The Olo'eyktan stops him. “This is the first warrior of the Sky People we have seen. We need to learn more about him.”

“My daughter, you will teach him our way.” The Tsahìk says.

“Why me? Why not Tsu’tey?” The other woman hisses.

Her mother’s lips twist a little. “They will likely kill each other before the day is out. It is decided. My daughter will teach you our ways, Jakesully.” She approaches me again.

“What about her?” Jake asks, gesturing to me.

Yeah, what about me? Butterflies flap in my stomach. What if she kicks me out? I’m not a warrior. I am a scientist.

“That depends. Are you a warrior?”

“No…” I say. “But I can learn, too.”

The Tsahìk cocks her head. “Why should I believe you?”

“She is a warrior.” Jake cut in. “Just a different kind.”

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“Saving your ass.” He mutters back. “She came here to save her people down on Earth. She will learn, trust me.”

It is silent, as the woman before me contemplates what to do. “Tsu’tey, you will teach this one.”

Tsu’tey growled. “But-“

“You will learn, child, or you will leave. Now go.” Tsahìk waved her hands. “You must begin immediately.”

With a hiss, Tsu’tey stalked toward me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me through the crowd. I stumbled on my own feet, struggling to keep up with his pace.

“Why are we in such a rush?” I huffed in annoyance when we had ascended to a higher, less crowded level of the tree.

“What is rush?” Tsu’tey asks, still leading me through the village.

“Um, to do something quickly, I guess.”

We stop at large hut. As we go inside, I take in the three women sitting in the corner, and the piles of bowls containing brightly coloured pastes around them. The rest of the floor is covered with woven mats.

“This is the healing hut.” Tsu’tey says.

10 minutes later, we emerge again. The wound on my head is clean and covered with a patch. The healers had retrieved a few garments of Na’vi clothing. A cloth top winds around my back, across my chest and loops around my neck. A second, much smaller cloth dangles between my legs, held up by a strap that curves above my hips. It definitely covers the extremities, but not as much as I’d like. I suppose this is a part of the learning.

Again, Tsu’tey grabs my arm, leading me further up and into a large communal level. In the centre is a bonfire, and Na’vi circle it, all crouched on their hunches. We walk right through the crowd and sit at the front. Tsu’tey hands me a rolled up leaf. Upon opening it, I pick up one of the contents. It is a beetle shaped thing. Tsu’tey crunches on his own, so I follow suit. Its hard on the outside, but soft and smooth in the middle. It kind of tastes like chicken soup, just… solid.

Beside me, the woman from the forest pushes Jake down to sit.

“Hey,” He says to me.

“Hi.” I wave back, munching on a beetle thing.

Jake talks to the woman, who eventually introduces herself as Neytiri. Tsu’tey hasn’t said a word to me since we left the healers.

“So, Tsu’tey, what is this stuff?”

“Teylu. You call…” Tsu’tey pauses to search for the words. “Beetle. Larvae.”

“Oh.”

#avatar #xreader #tsu'tey #tsu'tey x reader #avatar x reader #neytiri #mo'at #jake sully #na'vi #grace augustine #fanfiction #fanfic

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tsireyqs · 1 year

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but what about like a angsty smutty jake fic based off of false god by taylor 🤭 (OR TSU’TEY W! AVATAR READER???? like we’re not official na’vi and tsu’tey is like this is bad??? but they keep coming back to each other OHHHHHH)

naur but i saw false god and ran with it, kinda got carried away! oops!

reader is betrothed to add some spiciness

“I told you we couldn’t keep meeting like this,” you scold as you work a healing salve into the gash on Jake’s bicep.

He hisses at the sting and lets out a huff, “I already told you. I’m not here for… that,”

“We both know that isn’t true. I know you, Sully. Always coming to me asking for my help,” you flick his side. “Is it no coincidence you’re only here when he isn’t?”

His ears droop down, giving you a side glance and remains silent. The feeling of your fingertips tickles and he couldn’t help the quick thump in his chest. He grimaces at the mention of your betrothed.

There was something about you that was so magnetizing, harsh words contrast the sweetness of your movements as you work. He couldn't even be mad at other people for looking at you the way he did. Until it was too late. He felt as if his heart stopped beating when he found out you were promised to another.

You massage the salve into gash on his arm, ignoring the way your fingers sting against his skin. Jake’s tail fidgets behind him which caught your attention more than anything. He scrambles to figure out what to say before your voice interrupts his thoughts, “Spit it out.”

“Your…” He tips his head down to look at you and you look away. Taking a breath before he whispers, “Your husband… do you love him?”

This is uncharted territory. A part of him hoped your heart still held the same spot for him as he did you. Never did he want to admit the way he felt when he didn’t learn about your betrothal from yourself first. That feeling only burned deeper in his chest when you started avoiding him completely. He’d still look for you in a crowded room and brush his hand against yours when he walks past you. He still goes to the spot you used to meet in secret. Always looking over his shoulder in hopes to find you walking over to him with a wistful smile on your face like you used to.

But it was different now. Only seeing you in passing, and now when he comes back with the war party. If coming back with a few scratches meant he could feel your touch against skin, then he didn’t hesitate to jump headfirst into danger.

“He’s not my husband-”

He interrupts. “Yet.”

“Jake,” your voice was clipped, tail swishing aggressively behind you. You ignore the hiss that escapes his lips as you tighten a bandage around his bicep. “He treats me well. I am happy.”

There was a beat of silence.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Stop,” Your voice was breathy, eyes pleading with him. “Please.”

Jake deflated. He’d never heard you sound the way you did now. You’re always so loud, speaking with such confidence and now he could hear the exhaustion laced in your tone.

“If you want me to leave, then I’ll leave,” his eyes fix on yours and you feel like a bug under a magnifying glass at the way he looks at you. A shiver rolls over your shoulders when your name falls from his lips, “Leave for good. But just know that… you are the one I want and nothing can change the way I feel.”

“You don’t mean that.”

His shoulders drop and he bites the inside of his cheek. “And if I did?”

“Then you’re foolish.”

You drop your hands to your sides and Jake follows them, ghosting his fingers with yours. His voice rang in your ears. A bundle of emotions swirl inside you and all you could do was stand there. Guilt being the one that tugs harshly at your heart. You knew it wasn’t fair to your betrothed. He was the one you were promised to after all. Yet, you curse the way his hands feel against your body. Curse the way his lips brush against yours and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ears. Perhaps you would feel differently if it was Jake.

You knew you would.

Jake’s tail comes to a halt and he sighs. He hesitates for a second before he turns on his heel, his fingers linger with yours as he pulls away.

He could only take a few steps before he was pulled back. Your hand tugs on his wrist, fingers digging firmly into his skin. He looks between your hand and your face, you felt like you were about to crumble under his gaze.

Pulling him closer, he places a hand to rest on your hip and you whisper, “I’m sorry,” your fingers intertwine with his and your heart thumps frantically in your chest. “This is wrong, I know. Yet my heart can’t help but yearn for you.”

Jake pulls you closer to him by your hips and he presses his forehead against yours. Your heart skips a beat when he stares down at you, big amber eyes filling with something you couldn’t recognize. Your eyes drift lower to his lips, feeling your body sway. Hesitantly, you bring your hand to his face. Cupping his jaw in your hand and you ghost your thumb over his bottom lip. “Why do you look at me like that?”

He tilts his head. “Like what?”

“Like you love me,” your voice is muted.

“What if I do?”

Your lips ghost up into a smile and you nuzzle your nose against his. “Then you’re foolish.” you repeat.

His canines peer over his lips when he smiles down at you and he kisses your thumb. His hand that grips your hip cradles your face now, his eyes are soft as he admires the way yours sparkles in the moment. Jake finally dips down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss, his other hand still holding yours.

You smile into the kiss and he does the same when your fingers thread into his hair. He gently maneuvers you to lean against the workbench behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you close. His lips leave yours and he laughs when he hears you whine.

Jake’s lips leaves open-mouthed kisses to your neck and sinks to his knees as he descends lower. He peppers kisses to your lower belly, wrapping his arms securely around your hips and you coil your tail over his back to keep him flush against you.

His teeth nip at the waistband of your loincloth before his eyes flicker up to you. His fingers hook under the band to tug them down your legs when you nod. He nuzzles his face into your belly and places a kiss to your hip.

Goosebumps evident on your skin as Jake skates his fingers across your body. He thumbs your inner thighs and hums happily, “You’re so wet,” he trails his fingers to your pussy and applies subtle pressure to your clit. “I do this to you, huh?” he teases.

“Shut up.” You tug at his hair, a deep blush painting the highpoints of your cheeks.

He smiles into your skin before he lifts you on top of the workbench. Your thighs hang over his shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his tongue gathers the slick leaking onto your inner thighs. Sucking a bruise into your skin before he presses a kiss to your clit and you lean back on your elbows, one of your hands discarding the fabric of your top.

The movements of his tongue are calculated, trailing over the spots that make you jolt against his mouth. He traces his name into your clit and hums when he suckles it into his mouth. You feel him smirk against you, your thighs squeeze around his head and he looks up at you through his lashes. His cock stirs when he sees your pretty face pinched up and your hands kneading at your breast.

His name is like a prayer singing from your lips as he works on your cunt. He hefts you higher on his shoulders, your hips lifting above the hard surface. Jake places a hand on the small of your back as he pulls you incredibly closer to his mouth, wanting to taste every bit of you. He swivels his tongue through your puffy folds and moans at the taste of your wetness.

The bridge of his nose bumps against your sensitive clit as his tongue teases your entrance. A breath hitches in your throat when he eases it into you, one of his hands reaches to rub circles into your clit. Your hands fly down to his head as you feel the coil in your tummy about to snap, your fingers wind tightly into his hair. “So-- fuck! Making me feel so good, Jake,”

Jake watches as your orgasm washes over you, one of his hands rubs up your thigh as he hums against your pussy. He places one last kiss to your cunt before he stands up between your legs.

Your chest is still heaving when he spreads your pussy for him to see. His mouth nearly waters at the sight of your fucked out cunt, all red and puffy. He just wanted to drop back down to his knees and give you his tongue in all the right ways that makes you see stars. Until the only thing you could think about was him.

His thumb delves in between your folds and he ghosts above your clit, making you hiss. “Sorry, baby,” he gives you an apologetic glance, amusement lacing his voice. “You’re just so fuckin’ pretty.”

He pulls you against his chest and tucks his face into your neck, sharp fangs nipping at your throat. Your hands reach down to palm over his bulge and you swipe a finger over the damped part of the fabric. “Let me take care of you,” you say as you try to pry away his hands on your hips. “I wanna taste you.”

“You know how much I love your mouth,” Jake’s lips turn upwards and he cradles the back of your head for you to look at him, his other hand toying with clit. “but I need to feel this sweet pussy, babygirl.”

You lean up to press your lips against his and fiddle with the knot in his loincloth. “Get this off, then.”

“Anything for you.”

He lets the cloth pool at his feet when you undo the ties. His hand reaches down to grasp the base of his cock, giving it one pump before he looks at you. Your pupils blown out wide and drool almost spilling from your lips as he pumps his hardened length. His thumb swipes the pre-cum pooling at the tip and he brings it up to your lips, “You said you wanted to taste, right? Open your mouth.”

You hollow your cheeks as you suck on his finger and hum at the taste. The heat between your thighs only grows when you feel him tap the head of his cock on your clit. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly, your ankles crossing on his lower back.

His cock is covered by your slick as he glides in between your folds, his hands perched on your waist to keep you from squirming as he eyes your cunt. “Such a pretty pussy,” he says before prodding the head at your entrance. “and it’s all mine.”

You hold your breath in anticipation and your eyes fluttering shut, expecting him to ease into you. But he doesn’t. You peek an eye open to see where the tip of his cock rests on your pussy and you whimper, your nails clawing at his back.

His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Say it.”

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as his eyes bore into yours. His fangs peeks from his mouth as he bites down on his lower lip and you whine, “I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

He pushes into you in one movement as you take him greedily. Your moans intermingle with his when bottoms out, your arm wraps around his shoulders to pull him close to you. His hot breath fans against your lips and you kiss him, swallowing each other's cries.

Your breath is shallow as he feeds you deep strokes, his cock kissing the deepest parts of you that makes your head spin. Rocking your hips to meet his thrust, your arms tighten around his back and you squeeze around his length.

Jake grips the underside of your thigh as he moves his hips quicker, groaning when he hears their skin slap together. It sounded downright filthy matched with the sweetness of your pretty moans and his cock pulses inside of you.

“M’gonna cum, Jake! Please!”

A deep growl spills from his mouth as he grapples onto your hips, pounding into you hard enough to make you dizzy. Grounding you into the hardwood, each thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

The feeling of your pussy contracting around him as the coil in your belly snapped was almost too much for him and his hips stutter. Panting into your mouth as he lets his cum fill you.

Jake lets his hips slow, gradually coming to a halt as you clung to him. He didn’t bother to pull out, not just yet. His forehead leans against yours, rubbing soothingly down your back as he coos in your ear and. Both basking in the blissfulness you had begun to know all too well.

“I think we could get away with it one more time.” he whispers.

#my fingers slipped and #and accidentally made this 2k words long #and 5 pages #I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS MY ANI #lowk scared ha #posting then dipping #if you point out my errors #you will find me in your floorboards #xox #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #avatar #avatar smut

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gatheringbones · 1 year

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["Questions can be a portal into possibilities we hadn’t yet imagined. This deceptively simple question—what if queer and trans people loved going to the doctor?—was a kind of portal for me, because of how it gestured toward an audaciously different set of conditions from the ones we’re in now.

When I ask other queer and trans people this question they usually laugh, roll their eyes, or make a face that tells me just how unfathomable the idea of loving going to the doctor is to them. But then something changes. As they contemplate what it would mean to feel this way, their facial expressions shift. Their eyes light up and their bodies relax a little. I know because mine does, too. There’s something potent about this moment of shared imagining, even if we aren’t picturing the same thing.

Think about it: What if you loved going to the doctor?

I’m curious: What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you contemplate this question? How does it feel in your body? Maybe you’re already rolling your eyes at me or you instinctively put up a shield to protect yourself from potential harm. Sit with this question for a moment longer if you can. What kinds of possibilities begin to unfold for you as you let yourself imagine what it would take to be able to answer yes?

When I asked myself this question, it led me to other questions: What if queer and trans people had the resources we needed to create and sustain our own community-led forms of care and healing in ways that are expansively available to everyone who wants them? What if we could always trust in getting health care that felt good, accessible, and even pleasurable, wherever and whenever we needed it? What if it felt safe enough to bring our whole selves into the process? What if health care felt healing and helped us flourish?

What if all health care providers and healers genuinely honoured and valued queer and trans people, worked collaboratively with us, and trusted in our expert knowledge of our own bodies? What if health and healing were widely understood not as individual responsibilities but as processes that happen collectively in communities? What if all health care and healing was built on a foundation of antiracism and disability justice? What if the care we received was rooted in a commitment to our liberation and the liberation of all people?

What if?”]

from The Care We Dream Of: Liberatory & Transformative Justice Approaches to LGBTQ+ Health, edited by Zena Sharman, 2021

#zena sharman #trans literature #currently reading #oh this is going to fuck me up isn't it

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awritessomething · 5 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 | spencer reid x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Spencer and Y/N were never too close. They were so similar but so very different. Both geniuses, both profilers, yet she was always sent out with Morgan to kick down doors. Spencer always wished she would be with him instead. She always wished he would be with her.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | mutual pining, fluff, kinda slowburn, brief mention of reader x morgan, clueless Spencer, clueless reader.

Spencer and Y/N, the two people who were classified as geniuses, were the two who were the most awkward with each other. Prentiss knew why Y/N was awkward with Spencer and Morgan knew Spencer’s side. Morgan tried his best to help out his friend with his crush on their co-worker, but he seemed to be hopeless.

It didn’t take a genius to see how obsessed they were with each other. The first time that Derek and Prentiss really saw it was when Y/N had just joined the BAU. She was out to arrest an unsub with Derek when she was slammed into a door. The man they were chasing had shoved her into the door and nearly knocked her out. There was blood dripping from her head and when Derek saw her messed up, he decided to let her stay back while he went to catch the man.

The rest of the team had arrived at the location, including Spencer. Y/N stumbled out of the house just as everyone pulled up. Spencer wasn’t thinking when he jumped out of the car that wasn’t even at a full stop yet. Spencer, Rossi, Hotch, and Emily were going to make sure she was alright. Usually she would go straight to Emily but this time, she moved right into Spencer’s arms. Her head was rested on his chest as he moved his arms around her to hold her up. She was holding onto Spencer for pretty much the rest of their time there. Even on the plane, she stayed near him. If anyone else did this to him, he would find a way to leave them, but instead he was rushing to her side too.

The second that she had healed and they were back in D.C., it was back to normal. They never touched, they never spoke outside of things about their cases, they just didn’t interact. On that plane back though, they had fallen asleep on each other. That was when Prentiss and Morgan spoke for the first time about it. They agreed that their two friends were definitely into each other.

That was months ago and it was only getting more and more obvious but somehow they were still not catching on. Spencer was late to work one day, incredibly late. He arrived only a few minutes before they were supposed to get on the plane.

“There you are, Reid. Come on, we’re on the way to Miami. Wheels up in 5.” Hotch told Spencer who had his bag with him but still looked surprised.

“Can I look over the case really quick?” Reid asked, knowing that if he just had a second he could have it all memorized. He assumed that it would be a yes from Hotch as it usually was, but not this time.

“No. Y/N took notes, get them from her.” Hotch also knew of the crush they had on each other and as much as he knew it was against the rules, seeing them watch each other was like torture. He really just needed them to get it over with. Spencer seemed a bit shocked by this response.

“Oh, ok.” He didn’t complain because really, why would he? Five minutes later, they were boarding the plane to Miami and as Emily was about to sit down with Y/N, Hotch spoke up.

“Y/N is going to be going over what we heard earlier with Reid. Sit with Morgan today.” Hotch sounded like a teacher giving out the seating plan. Emily glanced at Y/N, winked, and then went to sit with Derek. Spencer sat down across from Y/N, giving her an awkward smile before listening to Hotch start talking like usual. He went a bit more in depth on the case they were dealing with but without knowing what was happening before, Reid was confused.

“Here, just take a look at these.” She passed Reid her notebook and let him look at the writing. Sadly, her handwriting was absolutely horrendous and he could read a single word. Reid could not read.

“I’m sorry but uh… I cant understand this.” Spencer felt like he was facing his worst nightmares doing this, pretty much insulting her. Thankfully, she knew kind of what he was saying as she knew how horrific her writing was.

“What? Is it my handwriting?” Y/N asked and glanced at her notebook, eyes widening when she saw it was even worse than normal.

“Yeah.” Spencer mumbled softly.

“Oh, come here. I’ll just read it for you.” She patted the seat beside her and Spencer seemed a bit shocked but did as she said. Y/N put the notebook between the two of them and read out the notes, her finger following where she was. Spencer listened closely while also reading what she wrote, figuring out how to read the writing by patterns. They were dealing with another copycat killer, this one following Bundy. Spencer and Y/N fought back and forth on parts of the profile until they came to an agreement. Mid 20s to early thirties, attractive male, average intelligence, sadistic, and charming. That was what they were getting about his appearance and the more basic things.

Everyone kind of expected them to just switch back to their normal seats afterwards. It was a 2 and a half hour long flight after all. That wasn’t what happened though, they stayed with each other and just talked for the rest of the time. As expected, both Emily and Derek tried to listen in to their friends conversation but it just sounded like gibberish. They were talking about things that only they could understand.

When they landed, Spencer was talking to Y/N in another language. She was returning it. Emily glanced over at Derek and furrowed her brows.

“Do you know what language that is?” Emily whispered. Rossi was also standing kind of near them, Hotch at his side.

“Not a clue.”

“Its Latin.” Rossi pitched in. “How did we end up with two of the most frustrating geniuses?” The man sighed and continued walking. Spencer was obviously explaining something, they could tell this by how Y/N had her brows furrowed and how he was talking with his hands. Everyone sort of assumed that both she and Spencer knew everything, so they had no clue what they could be talking about.

It was pretty early in the morning still, the sun had just started to rise. As the sun rose over the horizon and shone down on the team, Emily and Derek glanced at their friends. Spencer had stopped talking and now it was Y/N who was explaining something. They could tell by the way every couple seconds she would pull her bottom lip under her teeth and then look down at the ground to think about her next words. It was obvious that Spencer knew what she was saying already but he kept a shocked look on his face. It was fake until it wasn’t.

The light hit her perfectly, making a little halo appear above her head. The sun hitting her skin made it glow in the morning atmosphere. Spencer looked utterly baffled. He wasn’t listening to a word that she said.

“Look at how he looks at her.” Emily sighed and Derek glanced over at her and then back at their friends. Y/N had finished talking and now it was Spencer’s turn again. She was looking at him in the same way. When she first glanced over at him, Emily saw how her leg wobbled and she almost fell.

“And look how she looks at him.” Derek responded. Both were a bit jealous of their friends. Spencer only took quick short looks over at Y/N and it was when he was sure that she wasn’t looking. He knew her patterns. He knew how every twenty seconds or so she would look down at the ground for three seconds. He took those three seconds to look at her, cherishing them.

The walk to their cars felt so very long to the others, but to them, it felt like it was way too short. Y/N was too busy talking to even notice when she nearly walked into Derek. Spencer reached over and gently pulled her out of the way, also forcing her to realize what was happening. They reached their cars.

“Sorry, was I rambling?” Y/N apologized, scared that she might have annoyed Spencer. Ever since she first saw him, she had the biggest crush on him. That was when she realized how the other girls most felt in middle and high school.

“Not at all.” Spencer assured her. His hands flexed as he then wiped them on his sweater, obviously a bit nervous to be talking to her. It had been the same thing for Spencer. When he first saw her, he had a huge crush on her. Every time he saw her, it was like his day was made. They were both teased equally for their rambling, lack of experience with relationships, and their lack of social skills.

After that, they ended up splitting up again. She left to go in the car with Hotch, which was what she normally did. Spencer watched her go. He watched each step, each little sway of her hips, the way she dropped her head the second she was on her own even if it was just for a moment. Once she opened the car door, he turned and went to leave as well. She watched him. She watched how he put his hands in his pockets and lowered his head only slightly. Once he opened the car door, she got into the car and closed it.

For some reason, Hotch and Y/N were the only ones in that car. Spencer, JJ, Emily, Morgan, and Rossi were all in the other car. Y/N felt weird sitting in the front seat. She sat in the middle back seat, just like she always did.

“Y/N.” Hotch spoke when they started driving. She hummed, looking over at the man. “What’s going on with you and Reid? Everyone has noticed it.”

“What? No, there’s nothing going on.” Y/N was taken back by this accusation. She broke eye contact with him immediately and Hotch grumbled.

“You two seem to be the only people who can’t see it.” Hotch argued back, his tone of voice never changing. Y/N hated that.

“We dont see it because there’s nothing to see.” She tried to defend herself and Spencer. He stayed silent for a few moments, making her think that he had given up.

“How old was he when he graduated?”

“12, his safety school was Yale and he went to MIT- oh.” She responded without even thinking. She was so used to responding to every question without hesitating. “That’s just a coincidence. He’s said that multiple times.”

“From what I remember, he said it once. Where did Morgan graduate from?” Hotch started almost interrogating her. Y/N felt a bit panicked, not wanting to get caught by her boss on such an embarrassing thing.

“…I don’t remember.” She mumbled, hoping he would give up now.

“Where did I graduate from?” He only pressed harder and harder.

“I don’t remember.”

“JJ? Prentiss? Rossi? Garcia?”

“I don’t know. I have no clue!” She finally admitted, her nails digging crescents into her palms.

“Exactly. You can only remember Reid’s. Now tell me, how long?”

“What? No, we aren’t dating.”

“We all know that part. You two are so blind. How long have you… been interested?” He sounded like an uncomfortable dad asking his daughter about her first crush. Y/N glanced down at her hands.

“Ever since I joined. The first day I saw him.”

“So it’s been two years?”

“Yeah. Two years, eight months, fifteen days.”

“Tell me more.”

“I remember walking into the room for the first time…”

Y/N walked through the doors for the first time, eyes darting all over the building, taking in every little detail. Every name she saw was engraved in her mind. Her purse had everything she needed. A notebook, a little binder for her papers, a pen, and a lip gloss. She was still a girl. Stepping into the elevator, there was a shorter blonde lady wearing a very interesting outfit and even more interesting makeup.

“Hey, are you the new girl? My name is Penelope Garcia! I’m the tech analyst.” The blonde stretched out her less full hand.

“Y/N L/N.” Y/N was known to keep her greetings kind of short. She wasn’t the most talkative when she first met people. It took a minute. She also didn’t shake hands. To try to look friendly, she gave a little wave, even though it looked a bit weird. She just didn’t enjoy touching other people at the risk of germs.

“Not one for hand shaking? You remind me of one of our other agents.” Penelope commented and lowered her hand back to her side.

“Whys that?” Y/N questioned.

“He never shakes hands, he only ever gives those tiny little waves where he lifts his fingers off of his bag, just like what you did with your purse.”

“Oh. I see.” She didn’t even ever really notice that she did that. It seemed so normal to her.

“You don’t seem as talkative as him though. Gosh, he will just talk anyone’s ear off.” She couldnt have been more wrong. That day, Penelope would learn just how talkative Y/N could be.

“Like you?” She asked without thinking once. Before she could even go to try and apologize for possibly insulting her new co-worker, Penelope was laughing and then speaking again.

“He’s also blunt like you are. I think you’ll get along.” She gave a smile and Y/N sighed in relief.

“That’s good. I don’t want to be on anyone’s bad side here.” Y/N laughed softly and Penelope nodded. The elevator reached their floor and then they stepped out. A man with black hair and some serious eye bags approached her.

“You must be Y/N, come with me. I’ll get you introduced to the team.” The man gave her a quick nod and she followed him.

“Are you Aaron Hotchner?” She asked to double check. She got another nod. They went the rest of the way in silence. Once they stepped into the conference room, everyone turned their heads to look at her.

“This is Y/N L/N, the Pentagon chose her to be sent here. Y/N?” Hotch started to introduce her to the team and everyone stood up. She was a bit distracted with her purse, fiddling with it to get it to sit right. Once she got it, she looked up at the team again.

“I’m Derek Morgan.” A very attractive man held out his hand but she kept her hand at her side, just giving him another little wave. Everyone else noticed this and took note to not shake her hand. Derek moved on to let her meet the others too.

“I’m Emily Prentiss.” Emily smiled at Y/N who returned it. They could both tell that they were going to be friends. She then moved on to go sit next to Derek, whispering with him about their new co-worker.

“I’m JJ.” Another blonde girl introduced herself to Y/N who was beginning to feel like a kid at their birthday party when everyone was singing. She was just smiling and nodding the whole time.

“David Rossi.” An older man introduced himself to her but she already knew who he was.

“I’ve read your books! I read one on the drive here.” Rossi wasn’t sure what to be confused about. He was wondering how Y/N got to work or how she was able to read the book.

“What? How long was the drive?” He asked her, a bit confused.

“I took a taxi and it was around 6 minutes and 17 seconds.” She smiled at him as if nothing was weird about what she just said. Rossis smile dropped.

“Oh no.” He grumbled, not wanting to have another Reid on the team. She was about to meet that person.

“Hi, Dr. Spencer Reid.” A young man approached her lastly. Her eyes met his dark brown eyes and she wasn’t sure what happened but her mind went blank. They just kind of stood there for a second before Y/N tilted her head slightly. She took in his outfit, knowing that she would never be able to forget it. The sweater vest and khaki pants, worn out converse and a brown bag. She looked at his messy and short hair, pushed back by gel. He was doing the same thing to her. Before he had introduced himself, he memorized her outfit. The black purse, white kind of baggy shirt with a black skirt and little kitten heels.

“Doctor?” She asked him as they went to sit down. Everyone was watching them talk. Derek could tell what their boygenius was thinking.

“Yeah, it’s hard to explain.” Spencer assumed for some reason that she was a bit dumb. Or at least not nearly as smart as him. Y/N narrowed her eyes on him.

“I think I can understand.” She had a bit of a frustrated tone of voice. She didn’t like it when people thought she was dumb.

“Whys that?” Spencer raised an eyebrow and looked at her. Y/Ns eye twitched.

“I don’t mean to brag but I am considered a genius. My IQ is 190.” Spencer’s eyes widened from her words. He couldn’t believe that she was smarter than him. In his eyes, she was perfect.

“So am I. 187.” They were silent for a moment. Everyone else was talking now. They were getting along again. Y/N wouldn’t admit it but the fact that he was also smart made him even more attractive to her. “So, how did you read one of his books in six minutes?” And then they were talking.

“And that was when I started liking him.” Y/N smiled, looking at Hotch who was just listening to her ramble on about her crush on Spencer.

“Well… listen, I’m not a genius but he definitely feels the same. Its not hard to see.” He responded, trying to get her to see what everyone else could so easily.

“Thanks, but I know he doesn’t.” She glanced down at her hands as they kept driving.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you say something that’s incorrect.” He sighed and the rest of the drive was silent which was very rare. Little did they know, just about the same interrogation had taken place in the second car.

“Reid, you have got to tell us about you and Y/N. Everyone can see.” Derek was the one who put all the attention onto Spencer who now just looked absolutely shocked.

“Not this again.” He grumbled under his breath and Emily jabbed him in the side. JJ and Rossi were in the front seats.

“Yes, again. Can you at least give us a little hint?” Just as Hotch did to Y/N, Derek was doing to Spencer. Spencer was nervous, unable to hold eye contact, his hands shaking ever so slightly.

“There’s nothing happening between us, Morgan. If there was, I think you would know.” He tried to defend himself and her. This was a situation that he didn’t think he would find himself in. Of course he know that Derek knew of his crush on Y/N, he had told him over a year ago. Still, he didn’t expect the whole team to find out.

“Precisely. I do know.” Morgan jabbed him in the other side.

“No you don’t.” Reid shot back.

“Yes I do.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“No you don-”

“Cut it out.” Rossi butted into the conversation. Both of the men in the back seat (who were acting more like boys) grumbled.

“Whoever in this car thinks that our boy Reid here has a thing for Y/N, please say ‘aye.’”

“Aye!” Everyone in the car shouted the word except for Spencer who sighed. At this point, he didn’t know how to defend himself.

“Couldnt just let me have this one thing?” He mumbled under his breath but it was heard by all of them.

“I knew it!” Derek and Emily cheered at the same time. They both turned their heads to look at each other, now unsure of what to do next.

“I owe Hotch five dollars.” Rossi sighed. JJ turned to look at him, confused.

“You made a bet with Hotch?” She asked, holding back a laugh.

“Yeah, I didn’t think that Reid would admit to it.” Rossi admitted as he smacked the wheel with just the tiniest amount of force. It was enough to draw the laugh from JJ.

“Good point.” She said between giggles.

“Can you not tell her? She doesn’t feel the same and I don’t want it to be awkward.” Spencer finally spoke up again and Derek’s smile dropped a little bit. Somehow he hadn’t even thought to think about what Spencer might think.

“Uh… I guess so. You’re gonna have to tell her at some point though.” Emily promised not to tell her friend about his crush. She was pretty sure that even if she did, she wouldn’t believe her.

“Yeah, but not right now.” Spencer sighed.

“How long have you liked her though?” Spencer wasn’t sure who asked the question, he was too deep in thought to care.

“Ever since I first saw her.”

Minutes later when they arrived at the police station and were being shown around, JJ watched as Hotch collected his 5 dollars. She watched when Y/N rushed over to Emily to complain about what had just happened. She saw how Spencer kept glancing over at Y/N every couple of seconds and started at her for longer than he didn’t. She saw how the second that Spencer looked away, Y/N was watching him.

They worked on the case without another direct interaction. They uncovered more and more information about their unsub until they were ready to give the profile to the police that they were working with. Spencer stood in front of the whiteboard, ready to deliver it. That was when Hotch pulled him aside and told him that it was going to be Y/N today. She stood in front of the clear whiteboard, hands clasped together.

“We believe that our unsub is a white male. He may be in his mid twenties to early thirties. He’s a very charming guy and can easily approach women. Hes also most likely very…” she trailed off, unable to find her words as she glanced at Spencer. He met her eyes, not breaking eye contact for once. Her breath hitched as she let out a soft sigh. “attractive. Hes most likely very attractive.” Spencer now broke eye contact and she cleared her throat.

Once she finished delivering the profile, she quickly stepped away from the board and over towards Emily.

“I saw that. That thing with you and Reid.” Emily snickered as Y/N groaned and ran her hands through her hair.

“I don’t know what happened.” She sat down on a chair in front of Emily.

“How much more convincing will it take?”

“I won’t believe it unless he tells me.” Y/N gave her friend a smile as Emily sighed. There was no chance of Spencer making the first move. Y/N looked around the room until her eyes landed on the genius. He was writing in his little notebook. He had multiple but this was the one that he let absolutely no one touch. He wrote in it every single day.

“Go talk to him.” Emily snapped Y/N out of her little trance that she was in. Her head turned, brows raised.

“Hm?” She gave a small smile.

“Talk to him. Ask him what he’s writing or something.” The smile vanished just as quickly as it came.

“Oh… I don’t know.”

“Come on, Y/N. What could go wrong?”

“Well actually th-”

“Stop. Just stop. Go talk to him.” Emily groaned and gave her friends chair a shove to push her out of it. She stumbled up onto her feet.

“Fine.” Y/N grumbled, dusting herself off and walking over to Spencer. He didn’t even look up. Definitely boosted her confidence. “Hey.” She said, leaning on the desk he was sitting at. Spencer looked up at her and then over his shoulder, brows furrowed.

“Hi.” He responded, confused.

“What are you writing?” She went to glance down at what he was writing but he immediately closed the notebook. She leaned back.

“Um… notes.”

“You need notes? I thought you remember everything.”

“I do. I just like to write it down.” They were now just silent. “What time is it?” Spencer tried to keep the conversation going which managed to only make it worse.

“It is… 7:30pm.” She checked her watch quickly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” They were both just kind of nodding and Y/N was pretty sure she was about to cry. “Well, I think I’m gonna head back to the hotel.” She stepped away from the desk and pushed her hands into her pockets.

“Me too.” Spencer stood up and she bent her head back to look up at him. She always forgot that he was 6’1.

“I think everyone else is leaving later so… wanna just get a taxi with me?” Y/N decided to try and be bold. Emily and Derek were watching the two of them, trying to figure out what was happening. When they saw Spencer grab his bag and his coat, they knew.

“Sounds good.” He smiled down at her.

“Let me grab my bag.” She turned and walked over to the desk she had left her purse at. She didn’t notice that Spencer had trailed behind her like a dog. Once they had their things, they said bye to the team and then left. Y/N called a taxi and so now they just waited outside.

“How do you like Miami?” Spencer asked, watching as she leaned on a post.

“We’ve been here a few times and I mean… it’s cool. The people are a bit weird.” She joked and Spencer scoffed.

“I agree. Its pretty funny to watch them though.”

“Yeah, I like it. If we weren’t here for work…” She shrugged. That was the only thing that she was mad that she missed when she graduated high school when she was 12. The high school parties.

“You like partying?” He seemed a bit surprised.

“Not as much as Morgan but yeah, I do. Don’t you?”

“No, never did it in school.”

“Probably because you were 12.” She teased and Spencer gasped, letting out a dry chuckle.

“You say that like you weren’t the same.”

“Hey!” She faked offense. Spencer dropped his head as he smiled until he saw her shiver in the corner of his eye. It was a chilly night, the sky covered in clouds and the air still cold from the rain that came only a day before.

“Did you not bring a coat?” Spencer asked, obviously a bit concerned. Y/N raised her brow, looking at him like it was the stupidest question ever. It was a pretty dumb question though.

“No. Its Miami. I always assume that it’s going to be hot, I don’t know why.”

“Ah.” Spencer set his bag down and shrugged off his coat, moving forwards to drape it over her shoulders before she put it on.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him. Spencer just nodded as the taxi drove up. He opened the door and let her go in first. The drive to the hotel was silent, neither of them sure what to say anymore. Neither of them were exactly good at small talk or even just holding a conversation in general. Both were impressed that they made it as long as they did. They arrived at the hotel and got their keys out of their wallets.

“What room are you?” Spencer asked as they stepped into the elevator together.

“212, you?” She pressed the button for 4.

“211.” He responded and she hummed. They just kind of stared at each other in silence. Y/N took a short step closer to him. Spencer took a step closer to her.

Ding!

The elevator opened and an older man stepped in. He stood between the two of them and he pressed on 3. Spencer cleared his throat and dropped his head, moving away from the other two. He glanced over at Y/N who was looking at him. She looked down immediately.

Ding!

The man stepped out of the elevator and then it closed again. Y/N shimmied closer to him and her arm brushed against his. She heard Spencer took in a sharp inhale. Only a few seconds later, they got to their floor and stepped out.

“Ill see you tomorrow.” Spencer started to unlock his hotel room door. It was right beside hers.

“Yeah, goodnight, Spencer.” She unlocked her own but then she stopped. Right before Spencer went into his room, she spoke up again. “Wait.”

“Yeah?” Spencer turned to look at her. She was still wearing his coat.

“Has the team been saying anything um… weird?” She was nervous to ask but decided to get it over with just in case.

“What do you mean?” Y/N had never been more frustrated with his cluelessness.

“Like… about you and I?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, breaking eye contact with her.

“Is it true?”

“Y/N…”

“Reid, just tell me. I need them to stop talking about it all the time. Is it true or not?” She took a step towards him and he took a step away, eyes wide.

“It’s true but… listen-”

“Oh my gosh.” She gasped. Y/N smiled, looking down as she realized that the man she had wanted for two years felt the same way.

“No, no. I’m sorry, I know it’s unprofessional. I don’t want to feel like this.” Spencer started to ramble on about how he was so sorry about what he felt.

“Spencer-”

“I know how uncomfortable you must feel so I’m trying to stop this-”

“Spencer! Stop.” She raised her voice and Spencer flinched.

“I’m sorry.”

“Let me talk.” Spencer nodded and his head was dropped. “I feel the same. I just didn’t want to say it first so I thought this would be the best way to find out.” She confessed to him, Spencer’s head tilting curiously.

“What? I thought you and Morgan…” It was a dumb thing to think. She and Morgan were truly just friends.

“No, no. Its just you.” She reassured him.

“So.. what do we do? Ive never-”

“Yeah no me neither. Wanna get dinner?”

“Sure. I know a couple of really good places here and Miami…” Spencer and Y/N closed their doors and headed back into the elevator. Y/N listened to him talk about the different restaurants in Miami. That was when they knew. They knew their future together. They knew that they had spent so long wasting time that they could have spent together.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #Spencer Reid fluff #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds fluff

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alright this one is getting its own post instead of a reblog on a post that is Entirely Not About That. presenting the 'what if we put amy and alec in a room together' manifesto because the thing is that it is interesting but not in the way amy/alec shippers think

Amy shook her head, talking over her, “She’s always been emotional, passionate, unrestrained, and she’s channeling all this new emotion into hate, because it’s the closest equivalent.” “New emotion?” Regent asked. “You mean you mindraped her.” Amy looked like she’d been slapped across the face. I wasn’t surprised, but hearing it said out loud was unsettling.

“Nice,” Regent said. “She could be a human-spider hybrid. Add some insult to injury with the mindrape thing.” I could see Amy tense.

it is relevant to his character that he's the first person to cut through amy's euphemisms (and everyone else's avoidance of saying the unsettling part out loud) and outright say "you mindraped her." he calls the euphemistic language out and then intentionally repeats it a second time for no other reason than to bug her about it. it's vaguely reminiscent of something he says to sophia during his interlude:

“You and I are more alike than you’d suspect, I think,” he said. “We’re both arrogant assholes, yeah? Difference is, I admit it, I don’t dress it up and tell myself that I’m a bitch and that that’s a good thing.” He burned Emma’s face out of another photo.

he has a repeated habit of making people uncomfortable by calling something out for exactly what it is, whether it be "yeah sure cape groupies, my dad's girls, people i used my power on towards the end" or "you mean you mindraped her." he's desensitized enough to really all forms of violence to be unbothered by committing or witnessing them, but he seems to harbor a genuine pet peeve for people who obscure or unreasonably justify what they're actually doing. as uncomfortable as he can make taylor, it's often not that he's doing things worse than the other undersiders, but that he's the person most willing to openly admit what he's doing--or to pettily call out what someone else is doing.

i think it more or less boils down to the fact that he's never gotten to be the person on the peripherals of violence making up neat and tidy ways to talk about it: he spent his entire childhood being hurt in every way imaginable & being coerced into doing the same to others. i think it left him with a sort of genuine distaste for being expected to talk in circles around the viscerally awful things he had done to him or did to others, and subsequently, for people who have done similar things but can't fucking fess up to the reality of it. it's like he's been walking around his entire life just absolutely drenched in blood, witnessing so much else get covered in it, and he's starting to get legitimately bothered over people standing around twiddling their thumbs and pretending it's red paint. he knows it's blood. he's been tasting it since he was 6. he would really like if everyone else could also grow up and admit it's fucking blood.

it's always funny to me that amy/alec shipping is, like, a Thing--a niche thing, but a Thing, because i could not think of a rapist more hand-crafted to piss amy dallon off than alec vasil. he cannot go Three seconds in her presence without going "oh you raped her? you mean you raped her? with your mind? like she doesn't just have new feelings you specifically mean you mindraped her?"

she, on some level, views herself as someone who did harm because she's irrevocably, ontologically evil, and is sort of desperately obsessed with minimalizing or half-justifying her actions to herself so that she can avoid recognizing that she feels like she can't be better. she's clinging to the idea that she can be "redeemed" if she does something of equal measure in the opposite direction (e.g 'spending the rest of her life healing people' as she mentions), but because she can't even directly acknowledge how bad her actions actually were without crumbling under the weight of the idea that she's doomed to be that bad, she's fundamentally incapable of looking directly at what she did at this point in the story.

alec, on the other hand, is really fucking upfront and fairly objective about his actions--he never ties them into some Inarguable Truth About His Soul, and he's pretty honest about whether or not he thinks they're justifiable. in 14.1, he has this dialogue with cherie:

“When daddy had you practicing your powers, you ‘hijacked’ a few people at a time, used their bodies to get high with no consequences for you, you threw orgies for yourself…” “Again. I was a kid.”

but despite the fact that sophia is, on some level, justified in his mind by his "eye for an eye, this is a favor for taylor" rhetoric--he's fine with admitting that he's also just doing it because, yeah, he's an arrogant asshole and he feels like it. some of it was because he was a kid being groomed, and some of it was because He Felt Like It.*

*sure, he only Felt Like It because he has a comically large cocktail of unpacked psychological issues--but he doesn't know that, he just knows he felt like it.

in other words, he doesn't subscribe to the idea that any of his actions are, like, Ontologically Predetermined By His Inner Being or even necessarily all related. he's like the fuckin' "might do it again, prolly not" dude from the sex offender shuffle. okay, sorry for saying that in my seriouspost. but his philosophies would clash hilariously badly with amy--he insists on accepting his own & others actions for exactly what they are, he's generally very invested in not being his father (being asked if he intends to turn out like his dad is one of the only times something briefly upsets him), and he's actually doing pretty okay at that. he's like...shockingly well-adjusted given the circumstances. his entire arc is more or less a slow upward climb.

i think having to be around someone who both believes and would outright admit "yeah i raped people, no i dunno if i feel that bad, no i'm not raking myself over the coals for it, yeah some of it was because i was a kid, yeah some of the other stuff wasn't, no i'm not Predestined To Suck," would like. clash with her beliefs abt 'ontologically evil' being a real thing, abt punishment as justice, etc. in a way that would really bother her. she spends a lot of her time in her head trying to twist things around until they feel salvageable to her, but alec is 0 amount concerned with rationalizing to make him feel alright--he just does things, some bad, most shitty attempts to be better.

it's, funnily enough, far more functional for improving than what amy has going on--he operates on material actions as opposed to her Self-Flagellating Thought Labyrinths, and the fact that he's busier moving on from things he can't materially change than he is kicking himself in the face means he can actually achieve some form of progress towards more functional approaches wrt human interaction. i think if amy had an extended conversation w/ him about the subject, she'd both be disgusted with him for not thinking thoughtcrime is real and deeply resentful that this fellow ontologically evil villain is doing better at moving forwards as a person than her despite not 24/7 flagellating himself + yearning for "redemption" like she is. it'd throw a disturbingly large wrench in her worldview, and she would not be happy about it.

oh, and alec would think she's weird and mopey and dumb and annoying and "why do it if you can't even admit it." and he would probably tell her as much. which is the point where i unlock the door to the room so alec can sprint out to escape amy's attempt to put tastebuds on his asshole.

#worm spoilers #scarf don't look #hmm. i'll maintag #parahumans #alec vasil #massive massive loss for the reading pact department tonight #sorry blake. im so sorry my pathetic boy i havent met yet #i need someone w more formed opinions abt amy to tell me if i have any idea what i'm talking abt #TURNED OFF REBLOGS BECAUSE PEOPLE WERE STILL REBLOGGING EVEN THOUGH ITS NOT TRUE #SORRY. HAVE TO MAKE A BETTER VERSION

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