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lit-80soul · 1 year

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Don't you see me? I...

warnings: ENGLISH IS NOT MY 1ST LANGUAGE (errors are most likely to appear, I'm sorry); kinda angst; kinda fluffy; some cursing; underaged drinking (vada and y/n are 17 here); story badly written; f there's more and I forgot, pls lmk

summary: 2 idiots in love. who's gonna make the first move?

pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader

word count: 2k+

also: NOT PROOFERRED, but I'll eventually. there's nothing actually 18+ here, but only interact if over 18 tysm!

Vada let herself be led by (y/n), she knew that the (y/h/c) haired girl was a little bit drunk. Just by the way she dragged her by the hand without any force, pulling her by the front, and the laughter she gave her when she looked back. The slightly tallest girl and the owner of that house opened the door to a room, but from the signs in it, other people had already gone there.

— What are we doing here, (Y/L/N)? — Vada stands by the door when (Y/n) let go of her hand and walks into the game room on the first floor of the house where that party is still happening. She looks at the (y/skin/c) girl with a smile that makes (y/n) wonder if she is not going to declare her feelings for Vada right now.

— I wanna dance... — (y/n) brush off her thoughts by shaking her head and saying the first thing that pops up on there, looking at her lovely long-time friend.

— Then dance — Vada smiled and threw herself on one of the single sofa there. The brunette girl found a bottle of vodka with the liquid almost finished and then brought it to her mouth, she had hardly drunk at this party. Which was odd. (Y/n) snorted and rolled her eyes because Vada didn't understand what she meant. (Y/n) wanted to dance with her! The tallest one picked up her phone and put it on the table, whilst was playing a slow and somewhat familiar tune from it, but one that Vada couldn't recognize immediately.

— Dance with me? — Vada knew she couldn't say no to those eyes. They were the lights that warmed her and she knew it. She knew it from the start, when she looked at them for the first time. Vada then sighed deeply, making a scene and (Y/n) laughed shaking her head knowing her friend and her dramatical actions. Vada took another sip of the bottle and placed it on top of the couch, where she had been sitting seconds before. She took (Y/n)’s outstretched hand and let herself be led again.

Vada’d follow (Y/n) where she led.

— (Y/N/N), ya know I don't dance very well to this kind of music. I hope you don't expect literally anything from this, right? — Vada informed.

— Just follow my lead and you'll be fine. This one by them is more about swaying quietly and feel the lyrics, V — (Y/N) said looking into Vada’s eyes.

— Now do this — the taller one put the girl's hands on their waist and felt an electric discharge. Like a magnetic field with Vada's touch. When you are drunk, (y/n)’s thoughts, it looks like everything you're feeling, are multiplied and your brain just cannot follow that. Even though her state was not very sober, (Y/n) was aware of her body's reactions to Vada. Still looking into her eyes, (y/n) continued: — And I do that.

The song was still in the instrumental when the smaller girl slipped her arms around Vada's neck. The lyrics joined with the melody and Vada smiled, recognizing the music now. Part of her was happy at the possibility that this was a hint, a clue that (Y/n) liked her too. The song was “Fallingforyou” and as the lyrics progressed, Vada could only identify with them more, could it... could it be possible that (Y/n) did too? Vada had that part of her brain saying that it must be a coincidence, but this was all too much of a coincidence.

Y/N didn't know why Vada was smiling, but she smiled too because she thought her smile was too beautiful. So bright that the pale moonlight could never compare in beauty. They kept dancing to the music that was nothing compared to what was still going on at the party outside, but that didn't matter to them. What mattered was the intimate moment they were exchanging now.

— I think you should be closer — Vada said in a shared whisper with (Y/n) and bringing her body close to hers. (Y/n)'s eyes roamed all over Vada's face, her perfect freckles and heartwarming eyes as she felt her left hand lightly caress her waist. Vada raised her other hand to brush away a hair that ended up in front of (Y/n)'s eye, then lowered her hand to caress the (y/skin/c) girl’s cheek lightly.

— You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Y/N/N.

(Y/n) swallowed hard as she looked at the girl in front of her, her heart, which was beating faster than normal because of the proximity, raced. She had heard Vada's lengths before, but nothing compared to this moment. This night in particular. The redhead focused on the black woman's bright eyes until her eyes descended to her mouth. (Y/n) loved to feel Vada's eyes on her when she looked away.

She was hesitant and nervous about making the first move. (Y/n) stared at Vada's slightly half-parted mouth that was so close, yet suddenly appeared to be so far away from her reach.

The smaller girl then laid her head on Vada's back and closed her eyes, feeling a little dizzy, and ran the tip of her nose inhaling the smell of the woody perfume that also reminded her a little of orange blossom. (Y/n) smiled without Vada seeing it. She liked the smell of the bigger one. If on the one hand, she didn't let Vada see her smile and wanted to hide her face from nervousness, she also couldn't see when the bigger one shivered with the girl's nose on her neck nor that she swallowed dryly and closed her eyes because she thought they would kiss now.

— Why do you keep doing this to me, (Y/N/N)? — Vada sighed and shook her head, it wouldn't be right anyway. (Y/n) was a little too drunk.

— Do what? — The (y/h/c) haired girl lifted her head and stared at Vada, her half-drunk state and confused giggle confirming what the smaller one thought. She wasn't 100% there. (Y/n) let out a long yawn and blinked a few times trying to stave off the sleep that was beginning to appear.

— Nothing, uh… never mind — Vada smiled weakly. — Let's go upstairs, I'll take you to your room and put you to bed. You've had enough to drink tonight, Miss (Y/L/N).

The (Y/H/C) haired girl pouted when Vada’s feather-like index finger touched the tip of her nose and then she turned away. Y/N didn't want to go to sleep, nor did she want Vada to move away from her.

She watched the smaller girl go over to where her phone was playing another song from (Y/n)'s playlist and turned the music off, locking it and putting it away. Vada went towards the girl again, who was sulking now.

— What's the matter, baby? Don't you wanna sleep? — Vada imitated her pout, only more exaggeratedly, and touched her lips with her forefinger.

— Sleep is for the weak! I don't want to sleep now. Stay with me, please.

— I'll sleep at your place, remember? — Vada laughed. — But come on, you can't even stand up straight. — Vada knew her friend, she could bet everything on that Y/N was so so tired, but because of her stubbornness didn’t want to go, but her body failed her. She yawned when was about to argue.

— I hate it when you're right — (Y/n) crossed her arms, huffing. Vada laughed even harder and stood in front of the girl and turned around, bending her knees a little. Offering the girl her back for Y/N to climb on.

— Go on, climb up, little monkey — Vada said as the girl stood still. (Y/n) would refuse, but she was more tired than she would admit. She loved heels, but they were killing her. She yawned and found acceptance.

— I’m taller than you now, V — (Y/n) smiled cutely when heard the nickname. Was so long since Vada called her that.

— You’ll always be a little monkey, you know? It’s not like I can forget that you broke my arm when fell over me when we were in the kind garden because you wanted to climb on that stupid tree.

— I thought you’d forgotten about that! Oh my god! That day was so embarrassing! — (Y/n) laughed and remembered the fateful day that changed her life. Her business card for Vada was nothing more than broke Vada’s arm and hurt her own knees when she fell. After cries and little fights, the two girls were inseparable ever since. Along with Nick and Mia as well.

Vada held the girl's firm thighs and (Y/n), her eyes closed, and slipped her arms around the brunette girl's neck, from behind now.

— Vada, hey, we were looking for (Y/n). Our mom... What happened? — (Your/sister’s name) asked as soon as she saw Vada carrying (Y/N) on her back when they arrived in the living room, the brunette girl put a finger to her lips to silence the older girl, who obeyed. Vada didn't want

— She's fine, she's just tired — Vada held her more firmly with both hands. — I'll take her to her room. What’s goin’ on?

— It can wait — (Y/S/N) smiled. — Thank you for taking care of her, Vada.

— Always — Vada smiled back and started up the stairs now.

— And... that's it — she sighed placing (Y/n) on her bed. The girl had her eyes closed and left her left arm open, sticking out of bed. Vada giggled weakly at the scene. (Y/n) looked like a bunny toy that had suddenly run out of battery power.

Vada squatted down to take off her heels, undid the clasp of the first, then the second, and then gently took them off one at a time as well. Placing her legs on the bed before going to put the heels together in some corner of the room.

— (Y/N/N), c’mon… wake up — Vada gently ran her fingers through the girl's hair. Taking out of the way of the girl's pretty face. — You have to at least take off your makeup before going to sleep.

— Hm... no, let me sleep as you did downstairs with (Y/S/N)... — the (y/h/c) grumbled. — I just want to sleep. She then tried to turn the other way, but Vada wouldn't let her and got a grumble in return.

— It will be quick, little monkey. I promise. You just have to sit there while I remove your makeup, you don't even have to do anything — Vada tried to argue and put her hand on both sides of (Y/n)'s face, shaking it very gently just to get her attention again. — Can we go now, please?

— You promise it will be fast?

— I promise.

— And you will sleep here with me, won't you?

— I will — Vada laughed. — I didn't know that getting drunk made you so clingy, ya know?

— I jus’ adore being close to you — (Y/n) said smiling and opened her eyes. She sighed and sat up with Vada's help, staring into the dark eyes in the dim light now. (Y/n) stared into those dark eyes, wondering what it would be like if they fell in love.

— Ya know what? — (Y/n) smiled silly and held Vada's face with both hands. — I love your eyes. They are so beautiful... you are jus’ soo gorgeous.

Vada laughed.

— You're drunk.

— I'm not drunk. Can a drunk person do that?

Vada stared at (Y/n) staring at her static, in the girl's head, she was moving. But only in her head.

— Dude, you're not doing anything.

— But... I sent you my love. You... you didn't get it? — (Y/n) looked at her confused and tilted her head a little to the left.

— Man — she giggled with amusement. — You're fucking trippin’, man. The fuck…

— Okay... a little, I guess... but seriously! I love your eyes! They're beautiful.

— Have you ever looked in the mirror? You literally have the most beautiful eyes in the world. They are like planets or something.

— Maybe, but yours have this thing... they sparkle! — Vada frowned, holding back a giggle. — It's true! They sparkle most of the times when… — (Y/n) looked away and took her hands away from her face.

— When?

— When you look at me — the girl alternated her gaze between Jenna’s mouth and her eyes. Both of the girl’s hearts began to race again. (Y/n) licked her lips quickly still looking at Vada's mouth and then, in a sudden rush of adrenaline that seemed to have taken over her body, she moved closer to the girl in front of her. Who couldn't get much of a reaction, just watched the approach and the touch of (Y/n)'s forehead on hers.

It was all very fast. Suddenly (Y/n) was sitting on top of her, one leg on each side around her lap. (Y/n) placed her hands resting on Vada’s shoulders and placed her forehead on the shorter one. Vada had her eyes closed, trying to calm her heart. Her hands had a small tic of hesitation when she closed them with firm fists and forced them down onto the bed and stayed there. Her self-control surprised her. She knew that the redhead's dress had ridden up. She swallowed hard.

— I just... I need this just once — Vada opened her eyes and felt the thumbs circles the redhead on top of her made on her cheeks. — You make my heart skip a beat, Vada. I want you to kiss me just this once. Please.

— You… you have no idea how much I wish you could say that to me sober — she sighed, placing her hands a little above (Y/n)'s waist.

— I know what I’m doing, V.

— No, you don’t. You probably won't even remember this tomorrow, (Y/n). You better go to sleep… c’mon…

— Please... if I'm going to forget then it won't be a problem, right? — the (y/h/c) haired one began to distribute gentle kisses over Vada's face. — And you can forget too, like with everyone else. It won't make any difference to you.

Vada had her eyes closed. She felt a small lump in her throat and quickly looked away. Apparently, she had made it obvious to everyone that she liked (Y/n), but the girl on her lap seemed to be the only one who couldn't see her feelings. Maybe Vada had already ruined her image with her, an image she had always taken great pride in not being attached to others, “too cool to school”, she smoked and drank too and (Y/n) never did those things. Some might say that Vada was a little selfish even, but Y/N did not care about that. None of that, never. She just cared about how Vada always did nothing but treat her kindly.

Vada was a softie and whipped to Y/N which always been a constant tease from Mia and Nick because she could be all lovely to the girl but didn't have the guts to talk about how she sincerely felt about her. Vada hoped someday she would be able to do it, but around Y/N she could not properly think.

— Close your eyes — she asked in a whisper.

(Y/n) did, of course, she felt her heart beating like crazy in her chest. Anticipation for the so waited moment that had finally arrived.

Vada gently held the back of (Y/n)'s neck and lowered her head to give her a lingering kiss on her forehead with her eyes closed. The girl looked at her disappointed.

— I can't do that — Vada said as she let go of her head and the redhead looked at her confused.

— Why not? — (Y/n) asked in a sad whisper.

— Because I wouldn’t forget — Vada gave a small but sad smile. Vada took (Y/n)'s hands that were on her shoulders, kissed them, and stroked them with her thumb.

— It's because of the girl, isn't it? — she continued in a small tone. - The one you told me you like.

Vada nodded. (Y/n) smiled with her eyes left.

— You are a decent person, Vada… even if you like to pretend you're not sometimes — (Y/n) giggled weakly and playfully patted her friend's shoulder, who smiled with one corner of her mouth raised a little. — I told you she's a lucky girl.

— Let's get this makeup off and go to sleep, kay? — (Y/n) nodded and got off Vada. Confused, because she thought Vada had given all the signs that she liked her, but after this she was sure. Vada liked her very much precisely because she didn't know if (Y/n) was in full condition to make decisions, but that didn't stop her from feeling sad for exactly the same reason.

Vada was always a little chaos that (Y/n) liked to have in her life, but she loved that little problem she brought with her as well. Even though she wasn't in her fully reasoned state, the (y/h/c) haired noticed there, like a snap of their fingers, sitting on the lid of their bathroom toilet while Vada silently removed their makeup by holding her chin with her fingertips.

She realized what the problem was, what had always been the problem, (Y/n) was deeply and incurably in love with her.

But Vada was in love with someone else as she already said.

Little did (Y/n) this lucky someone was herself.

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plentyoffandoms · 1 month

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: swearing. AU, obviously. Matt is divorced.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @suggs444 , but originally belongs to @brotherdusk

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 992

"Why are you being like this?" I asked the 6'4" tall man, walking, more like running, trying to keep up with him.

"I told you to leave me alone. I have some personal matters to deal with." He went to close his trailer door, but I placed my foot out to stop it from closing.

"Matthew, please just talk to me about this."

"This has nothing to concern you with."

"Is this about Heather?"

I was there all through the divorce. She is the one who asked for it. Something about falling out of love with him.

I do not see how that is possible not to love him, but that it happened.

It practically broke him when she sat him down and handed him the papers.

"This has nothing to do with her."

"Is it your kids?"

"I am not asking you, I am telling you to leave me alone. Remember you are my assistant, and I am the boss."

That made me take a step back. I have been his assistant for a few years now, and he has never once talked to me like this.

I moved my foot, and he closed the door, making sure to lock it behind him. I have a key, but if he is acting this way right now, I do not want to see him if I barge in right after him.

He is right, though. He is my boss, and I am just his lowly assistant.

◆

I went about my day, checking off each item that I did on our shared calendar. I went to check tomorrow's when I noticed that it was cleared.

Odd, I was sure that it was filled out.

There have been a few days that he has cleared just because he needs some time, but Matt always tells me. This is very peculiar.

I saw him walking, with his head down, looking at his phone.

I ran to catch up with him, but he must have heard me because he stopped and looked back at me.

"Matt, I think there is a cliche with our shared calendar. I swear that tomorrow was filled out, and now it is empty."

"There was no cliche. I cleared it."

"Oh, you usually let me now."

"Well, there is a reason for I didn't tell you."

My heart started to beat rapidly. I already knew what was coming.

"You're fired. I no longer need an assistant."

That is such bullshit. I know he has so much stuff coming up that he needs someone, but I wasn't going to fight him on this.

"Very well. Thank you, Mr. Lillard for everything. I wish you all the best."

I left him standing there, leaving the studio grounds, towards my car. I gave my ID to the security guard as I have no need for it anymore.

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It has been a few days since I was fired, and I am just taking it easy. I have interviews lined up for the upcoming week, but this week, it is all about me.

I know I will get another job. Plenty of celebrities and rich people need an assistant. I just finished a bit of a shopping spree, and I opened the trunk of my car when I saw that Matthew's suit from the dry cleaners was still in there.

I was going to give it to him at the end of the day as we parted ways for the evening, but after what happened, I promptly left.

I can't keep it, so I decided to drop the suit off at his place. I took the familiar route to his place and knocked on the front door. I knew he wouldn't look on his surveillance camera. He never does. So it was not surprise when he opened the door, and was shocked to see me standing there.

"I forgot to give this to you, but I wasn't going to keep your suit." I held out the bag, waiting for him to take it. He gently grabbed it from my hand, muttering, "Thanks."

I turned to walk away and out of his life. "Wait." He said. I contemplated if I should stop or continue walking, but I stopped.

"Yes?" I am facing him now.

"I'm sorry."

"If you say so."

"I mean it." The way he said my name made me almost believe him.

"Do you, Matthew? You fired me without probable cause. I was an excellent assistant to you, and you know it."

"You much understand, I had too. To protect you."

"To protect me? From what?" I am clearly confused.

"From the media. When they found out I fell in love with my assistant."

"What?" He better not be playing.

"I have always had a small crush on you, even when I was with Heather, but I pushed those feelings aside. Then, with the divorce and everything, I didn't want you to think that I was using you."

"I never would have thought that. Matt, you're not the type of guy that goes around hurting people."

He took a few long strides towards me, standing in front of me, as I looked up at him.

"Then, then my crush resurfaced, and I just wanted to let you know how I felt, but I couldn't do that as your boss."

"So you fired me because you have a crush on me?"

"Well, yes."

"Take me out on a date, and we can discuss where this new relationship of ours."

"Well, I am free right now. If you want, let's hit your favourite restaurant." He gave me that goofy smile of his.

"Taking your car, Matt."

"One thing, though." He cupped my face in his massive hands and gently kissed me on the lips. I have dreamed about this moment for a long time, never thinking it would ever happen.

"Come on, let's get something eat." I said, pulling away.

"Yes, Ma'am."

I laughed, swatting at chest.

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destinyc1020 · 3 months

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Yeah, the anon was not around here for the August 2020 - July 2nd, 2021 period. We had stans that could not accept that Nadia and Tom had broken up, we had stans shipping Z with JDW, we had stans shipping Z with Hunter, we had stans shipping Tom with Sophia Ali, we had stans saying that Tom had a secret London gf up to July 2, 2021 and even then some said that the TZ car make out session was fake PR to sell NWH. Remember when Hunter and Z went to a screening of Zola (featuring Colman Domingo as one of the leads) and a video was taken of Z whispering something to Hunter and hunterdayas were celebrating that it was proof they were together? The next day Tom posted the pic of him and Tuwaine embracing at a pool (showing that you can be in a committed relationship and still adore your friends). Some of the big tomdaya haters among Z stans to this day are those hunterdayas (they also hated Hunter's relationship with Dom F). You were one of the few tomdayas that was active in that period and had the patience to deal with all those people because we didn't have definitive evidence that Tom and Z were back together. Even you were going to hang up your tomdaya coat if there was no clear evidence that Tom and Z were back together by July 1st, 2021. We, like Tom, can reminisce about that period. All this recent stupidity is nothing compared to that time

Whew giiiiirrrrrl.... you're bringing me back and giving me flashbacks and PTSD from that time period!! 😩😭

Whew, that was a haaarrrrd time to go through. 😔

What I couldn't stand was the constant gaslighting. And of course, Tom and Z were giving us NOTHING lol, but there were always signs that there was smthg brewing btwn them again in Atlanta.

My hanging up my coat was basically just me giving up the STRESSING, the OBSESSING, and trying to find evidence that they were back together again. I never once doubted that there was smthg fishy going on though.

I just don't like OVER-thinking things and twisting myself into a pretzel trying to figure stuff out. After a while, I just have to give up trying to know if I'm not getting definitive answers... just for my own mental and emotional health sake. But I (like other fans) ALWAYS felt like smthg was going on over there in Atlanta lol. 🤭 I'm sorry, but they were NOT acting like exes who were over each other. 👀 They just weren't!! 😅

And omg the HunterDaya nonsense lol. 🙄 You also forgot the JohnDayas (those who wanted Z to be dating John David Washington), even though their energy together NEVER spelled "romantic" or "attraction" EVER.... Like, he seemed more like her older brother than a guy who was trying to get with her lol.

I was like.... "Can't y'all tell when two people are at least ATTRACTED to each other??" 🥴

🤣

And don't even get me started on the fans/Antis who just couldn't let Nadia go lol. 😅🤣 Or the ones who thought Tom was dating Spider Emoji Girl just coz she put some spider emojis on her post one day rofl 🤣

Anyway girl...

Yea, that time was WILD. The gaslighting was just..... 🙄😒

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skzswife · 10 months

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My sweet love❤🦊

Jeongin x (f) reader

Summary: Jeongin coming home from tour and going to a small party turns into something more..

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+ soft dom jeongin readers 1st time unprotected sex(be smart please boos) fingering several orgasms cursing i think thats it if I misses smth lemme know❤

It had been 4 years you have been crushing on your brother changbins best friend jeongin and you tried your best to hide the only person who knes was your best friend of 5 years Gina who shared your pain when your brother and jeongin left for tour, you hated the fact that she has been crushing on your big brother since she met him because she never shuts up about him. You watched every concert right after it happend on youtube and completely forgot about when they were coming back until you got a text from your brother..

Binnie🐷

"Where are you Y/N??😒"

Y/N

"What do you mean binnie I'm at home?"

Binnie🐷

"What do you mean you at home!?"

"Your supposed to be at the airport to pick me up!"

Y/N

"Oh shit i forgot I'm sorry!!😅"

Binnie🐷

"Just hurry up idiot😒"

...

You rush to get your purse and get out the door getting in the car and going as fast as you can without breaking laws as you drive your phone rings

*Brringgg bringg* (don't judge me)

You answer "hello?"

"OH MY GOD Y/N YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS!!" You pull your phone away from your ear in pain amd put it on speaker setting it down on the dashboard "I won't believe what Gina?" You hear gina jumping around through the phone "JEONGIN SAID HE COULDN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!"

You freeze "what!?"

"Platoncially but it still counts right?" You facepalm at her statement "oh my god Gina what dod he say exactly?"

She sighs and continues "he said I cant wait to get home and see my best friend y/n I love you!" You sigh "he was saying I'm his best friend dont get me all exited like that G anyway I gotta go im pulling up to the airport" you hear a defeated "okay bye talk to you later"

You pull and step out walking into the airport and finding your brother you run to greet him with a hug "binnie!! I missed you" "I missed you to ynnie" you jump as from behind you hear "wow not even a hi for me?" You spin around to see jeongin and you find yourself in a trance to how different he look his hair now black and a bit longer and hes a bit taller you get snapped back to reality as your thrown over your brothers shoulder and carried to the car "so is innie riding with us" you ask yohr brother with a wide smile "yeah his ride cancelled last minute its fine yeah?" "Of course it is" you look back at him and find him staring out the window secretly trying to hidw his red cheeks from the nickname

-a week later-

(Changbin decided to drag you to a party with his friends who you get along with easily) Felix is talking about the brownies he made for the occasion and offering them to everyone and minhos giving out drinks you take one of both and upon seeing jeongin with hyunjins friend noona you down half the alcoholic beverage an hour later everyone is at least on their 3rd drink but you are on your 5th not even being able to think straight you are very confused when you wake up on jeongins chest on the couch it turns out you and him were the drunkest and you both passed out on the couch. You have been known to sober up quickly so you grab 2 glasses of water and 2 asprins and wake kver to wake up jeongin only to find him sitting up already. You hand him the water and aspirin and he takes them with a smile already as sober as you

-2 hours later-

You are sitting on the couch at jeongins (where the party was) woth your brother and I.N of course you sitting in the middle watching IT chapter 2 you feel jeongin wrap him arm around your shoulder and squeeze you gently but you brush it of as freindly love wanting it to be more you find yourself snuggling into his chest and you feel his breath hitch your brother emerges from the bathroom and says he has to go but will be back you both nod and wave him goodbye. As soon as the door shuts you are flipped onto your back with jeongin on top of you "I-innie what are you doing?" "Do you think I'm dumb I know you like me" you blush trying to hide your face as I.N grabs your chin and direscts your face towards his you find the courage to close the space and connect your lips your tounge begging for entrance anf he allows it deepening the kiss by arching into him your hear him grunt as you feel his semi against your hip you pull away to whine the words "i-i want you innie" he smirks and practically tears your shirts off staring at your chest like its the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen and to him it was he latches his mouth onto one of the sensitive nubs the other being stimulated by those mesmerising fingers and you let out a small moan as his other hand slides into your shorts toying with your clit which causes you to moan louder "a-ah jeongin right there" he removes his hand and mouth making you whine at the loss of contact only to be silenced by him eating you out like a man who hasn't eaten in months and in minutes you reach your climax coating his face in your cum which he laps up bot letting any go to waste but he doesn't stop instead he keeps going until you cum again seeing whits as your chest heaves up and down relentlessly. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and kisses you deeply you moan at the taste of you mixing with the taste of him and suddenly you feel his fingers running along your entrance "w-wait!" He stops immediately worrying he dod something wrong "what happend!?" You look away in embarrassment "i-im a virgin.." He looks at you dumbfounded "o-oh that's fine we'll go slowly if you want to keep going"

"I do I definitely do" he smiles "ok I'm gonna put a finger in ok?" You nod and he slides his middle finger in slowly you wince in pain "focus on me not the pain ok?" You nod as you look at his beautiful face that has nothing but love on it he slides two more fingers in and your eyes clench shut in pain as you wrap your arms around his neck "I said focus on me." He says sternly which turns you on more as you obey him his fingers come out and you whine at the loss of contact but he looks you in the eyes and says

"are you ready" you nod your head quickly and he repositions himself and slides his pants and boxers down and you look in shock as his cock Springs free you lick your lips unintentionally and he Chuckles at you " what's so funny darling" you stutter "n-nothing your just so big how will you fit" he looks at you with a reassuring smile "your already so wet it'll be easy but ill go slow so I don't hurt you" ge lines himself up with your entrace and pokes the tip in as you whine in pain "please just do it fast innie it hurts" he looks at you confused "are you sure angel?" You nod frantically "yes please hurry" with that he shoves himself inside you bottoming out with a deep grunt and tears start streaming for your eyes at the pain "hey its ok" he say rubbing your cheek "now that the painful part is over the fun can start" his loving smile is replaced with a devilish smirk and his eyes filled with lust "get on all fours" you quickly obey and he starts pumping into you slowly picking up the pace and the pain turns to pleasure as he is now going at an unrelenting pace as you are moaning so much you can't breathe "do you like that princess?" You dont respond and he stops abruptly "I asked you a question" "y-yeah" he starts at the same pace he stopped and a few minutes later you suddenly feel that familiar knot in your tummy "i-im gonna c-cum" you manage to put together a barley coherent sentence "then do it" with his word you cum hard on his cock leading to his release as you both ride out your highs after he grabs a rag and cleans you up and carries you bridal style to the bedroom laying you down and plopping beside you holding you close and kissing the top of your head as you drift to sleep "I love you so much my sweet love"

Im sorry this is shit it was rushed and someone asked for jeongin and i tried there will be better ones with love youu

#stray kids fic #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids imagine #stray kids x female reader #skz smut #jeongin #jeongin smut #jeongin x female reader #i.n fanfic

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Meyp Skxawng - Neteyam X Avatar!Reader Part 3

A/N: Finally to the meat of the story. I welcome feedback on how I did on the Sully family dynamics! Also, while you're there tell me if you guys are wanting angst or a lighter tone to the writing. Most of the things I say in the fanfic are not cannon, btw. Neteyam is 20, the story is set in High camp, and NO NSFW. Let me know if there are any mistakes I need to fix pls!

You can find the other parts here:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4

Although the writing in this fanfiction is my own, I do not claim any ownership of Avatar, Avatar: The Way of Water, or any of the subsequent medias. All rights go to James Cameron and the producers.

Synopsis: The dreaded dinner goes both better and worse than you hoped it would. Still, it is nice to spend time with the whole family.

Neteyam X Fem!Avatar!Reader 6.4k 1st person POV

Surprisingly, Lo’ak was right. But hey, even the broken clock is right twice a day. The outfit gives me a camouflage-like effect, shielding me from the curious and pitiful gazes that normally penetrate me as soon as I step outside of the lab. I marvel at my new invisibility cloak as I move through the throngs of people lining up to grab their dinners. I even manage to catch a few smiles from people, most notably a group of smaller children that I pass by, relishing in their laughter as they throw a ball around waiting for their parents to return with dinner. Just as I reach the edge of the thrumming crowd I hear a voice call my name. The voice is a lot deeper than most people I know so I furrow my brows, confused, and turn back to the crowd, searching for who could possibly know my name. Neteyam emerges as a group of people part to make ways for him, bowing their heads in respect as he passes. I notice that he is struggling to carry the food in his hands and run up to offer my assistance, grabbing two bowls and a sack of fruit from his arms after he politely nods.

“Thank you,” He says, dipping his head in acknowledgement, “Sorry. I had meant to bring a basket but I forgot and didn’t want to turn back. My eyes seem to be larger than my arms today.” He explains bashfully, averting his eyes from mine, almost as if expecting a scolding or teasing. I decide to spare him and just shrug.

“You’re welcome. It’s no problem, I’m happy to help.” I reply smiling at him. As I adjust my bowls to sit more comfortably in my arms I notice him staring at me and really I can't help myself from asking him. “Do these look totally weird on me or something?” I blurt out, giggling awkwardly to dispel my anxiety about the outfit.

“No, no… It looks very nice on you. You just look very natural in it. Like one of our women. I did not expect you to take to it, I know human clothes are much less revealing.” He says, picking up on my worries and reassuring me.

“Honestly, this is the most comfortable I’ve ever felt outside the lab. Thank you. I was afraid that everyone would be able to tell that I’m a dream walker immediately. Surprisingly, no one has. In fact, I even got a few smiles as I passed people.” I confess, somewhat bashful to be happy about such a simple thing.

“Yes, probably some of our young men.” He says and my mouth falls open when I turn to him to say something with burning cheeks. Before I have a chance to let my mouth get the better of me I notice the amusement in his face and I realize that he’s just teasing me.

“Oh my God. Are you gonna be just like Lo’ak? I cannot handle two of him, I love him but no way.” I cry at him, and nudge him playfully with the arm closest to him. He just laughs and shrugs noncommittally while I stick my tongue out at him. At this point we have almost made it to the entrance of the Sully residence but we hear a rather loud commotion inside and he motions to stop walking and fall in behind him.

“Should I come back another night if that's better… Honestly I’m scared to go in.” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear me. He shakes his head and I can see him lean forward to try and make out what his family is yelling about. I admire the way his ears swivel forward and the way his back muscles flex from leaning forward, straining his neck to listen.

“No, I am pretty sure it is just Lo’ak and Tuk fighting. As always. You would think that a twenty year old and a thirteen year old wouldn’t have things to argue about, but Lo’ak is thirteen mentally.” He says rolling his eyes at the chaos heard inside. I can’t help but laugh and agree. I have been in the middle of more arguments between those two than between Kiri and Lo’ak, despite the latter pair actually being the same age they argue much less. Neteyam motions me to follow him and I do as instructed. We make our way into the marui. Inside a chaotic scene unfolds before us. I can see a very perturbed Tuk yanking a handful of Lo’ak’s braids, her mouth open as she yells something about her last yovo fruit and his tongue being stained purple(?). At least that’s all I have a chance to make out with the other chatter going on in the room. Kiri is between them, gripping onto Tuk’s arm in an attempt to separate the two. She says something about how this is stupid. Jake and Neytiri are off to the side, also yelling, but neither of them can beat the monster of sound that is Tuk. She’s screeching louder than a banshee, so loud in fact that it would make more sense if Lo’ak had tried to murder her.

Fortunately for Jake and Neytiri, Tuk immediately drops his braids and lets go of the silly fight as soon as she sees me behind Neteyam. Dramatically she screeches my name and practically jumps on me. She squeezes the life out of me while she hugs me, barely reaching up to my chest in this form. I feel the warm saccharine of nostalgia sweep over me. Tuk had been the only person in my life that I had ever been taller than, and I can’t help the memory rushing through me of the last time she had been this size compared to me. She had been so young, only the tender age of five when she reached my height at the age of twelve.

“Taw! Taw, you look so pretty, why are you with Nete, your hair…” She uses the mother language, talking way too fast for me to keep up with everything she says. Once she finally calms down I thank her and ask her how she knew it was me.

“Because Nete doesn’t know any girls. And Lo’ak told me you have a new body. Just like Daddy!” She exclaims, much to the chagrin of Neteyam who is now beside me.

“Tuktirey, that is enough.” Neytiri scolds her, causing her to quickly scramble off of me. Tuk begrudgingly apologizes to her mother. After sending Tuk a death glare she turns her gaze onto me. Have you ever been spotted by a thanator? I haven’t but I would wager that it feels pretty similar to Neytiri’s eyes piercing through me at this moment. I can practically feel her eyes scratching my skin as they roam over my body, her eyes lingering on my clothing, the bowls and braided bag of fruit in my hands, and lastly my face. I feel her passing innumerable judgments while her eyes look between me and Neteyam, which makes me take a step to the side to get a little further away from him. Feeling like a germ under the microscope I hesitantly take a step towards her and bow my head.

“Tsakarem Neytiri te Tskaha Mo’at’ite I greet you and thank you for welcoming me into your home and clan for the night. It is an honor to finally meet the legendary mate of Toruk Makto.” I greet her as respectfully as I can, maybe even piling it on a bit too much. I had decided before I left that I would greet her formally in English, worried that if I used the traditional greeting of ‘I see you’ paired with its hand gesture that she would be offended. I also just didn’t want her to hear my less than perfect rendition in Na’vi. She clicks her tongue and looks at Jake, who just smiles softly and nods at her. It’s obvious that he is speaking to her through his actions, almost like he is urging her to greet me back and treat me with sympathy.

“Hmm… Well, you seem to at least have manners, unlike my useless children.” She seems to approve finally while hissing the last part in the direction of Tuk and Lo’ak who since have resumed their bickering silently through looks and rude hand gestures. Looking like two children caught with their hands in the cookie jar they step back from one another. While Neytiri and Jake scold their children another presence comes into the marui behind me and Neteyam. I turn around to be greeted by the sight of Mo’at, mother of Neytiri and current Tsahik of the Omaticayans. She only raises her eyebrows (at least, where they would be) at both of us before we step aside to let her through.

“Mother, this is the human child that has befriended our youngest three. The one that stays with the scientists.” Jake says, introducing me.

“I thought it was a boy? And not a dream walker?” Mo’at responds, tilting her head as she scans me up and down. While her eyes hold a little less aggression, they are no less intimidating than those of Neytiri. In fact, they might be even scarier if set upon me with anger in them.

“For the last time, Grandma, that is Spider. She is (Y/N), the one that doesn’t leave the lab.” Kiri answers, mildly annoyed that her grandmother doesn’t remember me, despite how much the three of them talked about me. Mo’at hums in response, and I take her silence as a chance to greet her.

“Tsahik Mo’at te Poatzua Kakxa’ite, I greet you. My name is (Y/N) and I thank you for your graciousness as you accept me as a guest for tonight.” I use the same greeting as Neytiri but I can’t help being even more formal. After all, Neytiri gets her fierce disposition from her mother. My head is bowed when she hums her approval at me.

“Come, child. Please, sit the food down here.” Mo’at instructs me as she points at a low table sort of structure in the center of the room. Around it sits eight mats, two are at the head of the table and I assume they are for Jake and Neytiri as the heads of the house, on either side sits three mats. While I help Mo’at position all the bowls, Tuk and Lo’ak are still bickering, just about a completely different topic which I can’t care to listen to, and Jake and Neytiri seem to be in quite the heated discussion through hushed whispers. Neteyam and Kiri are talking about some sort of training that Kiri is going through. I get distracted watching the family interact and Mo’at asks me what’s wrong.

“Nothing is wrong, it’s just really nice to see a big family together like this. Me and Spider may be a sort of siblings but we don’t have this. This is really… special.” I say wistfully.

“Yes. Family is the most precious thing in this world and the next.” She agrees, but I can see the faint pity behind her words. The same kind that always hides in depths of the voices of others when I mention my life, and it's many deficiencies.

“Your grandchildren may be the closest thing I have to a family besides Norm and Max.” I admit, helping Mo’at set up the table after Neteyam delivers his portion of the goods.

“The scientists, eh? That is funny, you do not act like them.” Mo’at observes, lowering onto her mat and patting the spot next to her, prompting me to sit down.

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused by what she means. Perhaps she means that I am not as smart as them? That is to be sure with the lack of any type of formal education on Pandora.

“You do not feel like you are out of place like they do. When they are here, it feels like a thorn in my mind and I am unable to think clearly. They are kind, but they are too different because they cannot see. You are different too, but not like they are.” Mo’at concludes, meanwhile everyone finally sits down to eat which prevents me from asking any clarifying questions. Great. That’s definitely not going to keep me up at night. Surprisingly, Neteyam lowers down onto the seat beside me and I send a look to Kiri in silent question.

“Tuk and Lo’ak were arguing about who will sit next to you. Neteyam compromised for them.” She explains, jerking her head towards them. I look over to Neteyam and offer a somewhat awkward smile, which he promptly returns. Neytiri gathers everyone's attention and says a prayer to Eywa in thanks for the food and the members that helped to make it before everyone starts eating.

“Oh yeah, (Y/N) here’s a sra. I almost forgot.” Lo’ak says reaching out to offer me a cloth to wipe my hands on between dishes, despite already having a mouth full of some orange vegetable. Excitedly, I hold up the cloth I brought with me.

“Actually, I brought one that I weaved myself. It's a little too pretty to use as a sra, but I wanted to have my own.” When I finish explaining, Neytiri snatches the cloth from me pulling a huff of surprise from my lips, surprising me with her swiftness.

“You weaved this? These are sacred techniques. Passed on from the ancestors…” She says sternly, but before I can apologize she continues on. “Still, you did very well. While I am upset that you have been taught this, you do show promise in weaving.” She reasoned, thankfully dropping the topic without much issue before offering the cloth back to me.

“Yes. Good job (Y/N). It looks like it could have been made by Kiri.” Jake agrees with her, his mouth full of a bite of fruit. Neytiri shoots him a look that says ‘stop talking with your mouth full skxawng’ and he gulps down the food stiffly, feeling silly at being caught behaving childishly by his mate. Smiling and shaking my head at them I turn my attention to the food. I can’t decide what to try first so I just reach for the same type fruit that Jake is eating. As I bite into the juicy fruit I try not to practically moan as the glorious juices run down my face. It was about a thousand times better than any freeze dried fruit available in the lab, or any of the puny runts we manage to actually grow in the Pandoran soil. Looking around and seeing that everyone else seems to be talking to someone I turn to Neteyam beside me as I wipe my mouth with my sra.

“What kind of fruit is this? It’s soooo good.” I ask him after swallowing the delicious mouthful of fruit.

“That is utumauti. In English it is known as banana fruit, I believe. Utumauti is a rare fruit, hard to get. It grows at the top of the canopy, so you must wait for them to fall, or ride an Ikran to get to them. Today I found a tree with enough for everybody. I was very lucky today to find enough for us.” He explains while I listen intently.

“Thank you. For getting them and for explaining to me. I have read about them before, but I did not know what they looked like.”

“You have read about them?” He asks, obviously surprised at how much I seem to know about Na’vi culture.

“Yes, the scientist left behind a whole database on Pandora’s many plants. There are pictures of most plants, but since utumauti is rare there were no pictures… I have always been interested in the tìhawnuwll after I watched your father talk about them in his first video log after his first time in his new body. It led to me reading about it, which led to me reading about a large variety of the plant life here. Pandora’s plants have evolved, they’re amazing. Before we came here we had never seen plants with consciousness…” I blabber to him as I take small bites of stewed meat. The spices are foreign, slightly spicy and earthy, but not overwhelmingly so, which makes the tender juicy flesh one of the most delicious meats I have ever tried. Not that that is very difficult to achieve when the only meat you have ever had is the freeze dried stuff which you have to drown in a million spices or sauces to be anywhere close to good.

“Ah, I am sorry to tell you but it is not yet the season for the tìhawnuwll. They are harvested during the wet season. When it is time I will bring you some, yeah?” He offers kindly, once I finish my spiel on zooplantae and their many fascinating qualities.

“I would really appreciate it. And sorry for talking so much, I don't get many chances to talk about my fascination.” I say while an appreciative smile spreads across my face at the promise. Neteyam offers me back one of his own and I marvel at how he looks when he’s so close. Many people would say that he looks like his father but I have to disagree. While Neteyam has the large build and height of his father, he has the delicate beauty of his mother. His eyes are just as piercing and clear, but burdened by responsibility. Maybe that is why everyone says he looks just like Jake? There is an intensity to them that I find entirely unexpected, like I am gazing into the eyes of an Ikran. So innocent yet so wild. It excites me, and I avert my eyes when it starts to feel too intense. As much as I would love to keep conversing with Neteyam, I feel I don't know him well enough to keep a conversation with him. I opt to rope Kiri into the fray, who has just finished her conversation about some root or tubercule with Mo’at instead of facing my stunted social skills.

“So, Kiri, what is your favorite fruit?” I ask to distract Neteyam, who is still staring at me. Which, as far as I know, may be a completely normal thing for Na’vi to do to someone they just met. After all, my sample size is only his other three siblings and I highly doubt that they’re the best examples of the average Omaticayan. It was really starting to unnerve me, though. Kiri turns to us and gives a strange look to Neteyam, who must have just now noticed his staring as he hastily turns away back to the food. I try to figure out what he’s thinking with a spare look his way, but he gives nothing away on his face.

“The fruit of the melon tree makes the most delicious juice, and the flesh is best on a hot day.” She answers, but still narrows her eyes, squinting at her brother in suspicion. He looks up from his food and and his ears go back, another series of looks and body language that I don’t understand ensues between sister and brother. While I can read Kiri’s side perfectly from a decade of practice, Neteyam is much harder to read. Finally he seems to give up and lets out a scoff, looking down at his food and she smirks in what I assume to be her victory. I try to contain my chuckle as I bring a small bite of some sort of starchy root in my mouth, but a little goes into my sra as I hurriedly place it over my mouth to laugh at them when I am unable to suppress my giggle. Neteyam ears perk up and he looks back over at me, raising a non existent eyebrow at my laughing.

“Score one Kiri, Neteyam zero. Am I right?” I say and look over at him mischievously. His mouth drops open a little bit before a look of resignation dawns on his face and he just nods, shrugging nonchalantly.

“More like score three hundred Kiri, Neteyam zero.” Lo’ak interrupts, the snide comment paired with his signature smirk. He turns to me to bask in the glory of his joke, but Neteyam uses the opportunity to flick the shell of a seed at him. It bounces and lands directly on the center of his chest. He falls over dramatically, gasping for breath and pretending to be shot.

“Baby sis….. You can have my bow. Kiri, you have (Y/N). And bro, you take care of Ti’o’tan. Make sure to feed him twice a day for meeee……” He says, all while gasping for breath before falling backwards and sticking his tongue out. Neteyam only rolls his eyes at his brother's antics. The sound of laughter fills the marui as Kiri and Tuk break into hysterical laughter while Neytiri scolds him and tells him to sit back up. Jake, on the other hand, can't help the small smile that peeks through his lips at his son's silliness. Mo’at simply observes everything with a stoic silence, but I think I see a hint of amusement in her face.

“So you’re saying you own me?” I ask, using the most serious voice that I can muster. Lo’ak’s eyes shoot open and he sits up with his mouth hanging open. He looks to his father to help him out of the hole he's just dug, stuttering a few syllables as he tries to figure out how to live through the night. Jake just gives him a look and shrugs with a shit eating grin on his face. Jake has lots of experience with saying stupid things that offend his mate before apologizing and placating her, but he offers no help to his poor son. Before he can realize I’m just teasing him and am not at all offended I burst out laughing.

This gets almost everyone laughing, even a few chuckles from Neytiri and an actually obvious smile from Mo’at. Relishing in the belly chuckle of Jake and the high pitched giggle of Tuk I lift my head in pride at my joke, warmth fills my stomach from the family's laughter. Lo’ak just pouts when he realizes he's been made to be a fool. His ears almost wilt and I prepare to apologize but am interrupted by Neteyam.

“Score one (Y/N).” Neteyam whispers to me from my side, which only causes me to laugh harder. Lo’ak cannot hear what his brother is saying but he still sends Neteyam a look like he has betrayed him, and accuses him of taking my side. Eventually everybody returns to a normal conversation flow before being interrupted by a loud question from Tuk.

“Wait, why don’t I get TawTaw?” Tuk whines. “I’d take way better care of her than Kiri.” She says and juts out her lip in a childish pout, despite now being thirteen. Tuk often says TawTaw instead of the singular Taw because she once told me she ‘loves me two times more than Kiri and Lo’ak do’.

“Because you are a better hunter than Kiri, so you get my bow.” Lo’ak explains like a dutiful brother, using the same voice he would use when she was a really small child. She takes offense to his tone and they continue to argue about who would be the better guardian to me. Eventually, I have to butt in to stop the squabbling.

“Actually, now that I have my new body, I don't need anyone to take care of me.” I point out, in a pathetic attempt to get them to stop arguing.

“But you do have your other body still… and now it's unprotected.” Kiri notes, and I can see the spark in her eyes that means she’s up to no good.

I look over at her with a deadpan expression, mouthing ‘why would you say that’ as another round of bickering ensues between Tuk and Lo’ak. Kiri pipes up occasionally to defend herself from Tuk’s biting character assassination. Eventually I just give up and leave them to their heated discussion. At this point all the food has been eaten and the family is just conversing with each other. I sit in the noise and let it seep into my bones. It feels nice to bask in the ambiance of a larger family, easy to just sit back and observe that way they interact. Easy to just lose myself in the pleasant noise. Silent had been a long time companion, but I find noise to be more calming. I notice Neteyam turns to me and opens his mouth to say something before he closes it and looks away a couple times. On the third I say something before he can back out of a conversation, again.

“You know I don’t bite, right?” I ask with a teasing lilt in my voice. I seem to catch him by surprise yet again and when he looks down at his food I can see a flush appear in the pink part of his ears. I can’t help but let out a laugh at his sheepish face. He is so easy to read right now that I just can’t help it when my shoulders shake slightly from laughter, tail bumping into his as it swings back and forth. The slight contact seems to knock him out of his stupor and I can see him take a moment to steel himself before looking me in the eye, like one would before eyeing an animal stalking them.

“You are a strange woman. A lot more bold than I expected.” He murmurs, holding our eye contact with me for a second longer than I expect, only parting our eyes when Kiri suddenly clears her throat. Again with that eye contact. I think I will see those eyes in my dreams, with their intensity. My eyes flit to Kiri’s face and the look on her face is pure bewilderment. I can almost hear her saying ‘(Y/N), what are you two doing?’. She juts her chin out fiercely and quickly raises her eyebrows to punctuate her silent question. I simply avert my eyes and childishly refuse to say anything or give anything away through my face. I know if I look at her she would be able to see how flustered he had made me. Instead I look around at everyone around the table except her and Neteyam, pausing to observe each member briefly.

Thank you Eywah. The silent prayer slips through my lips when I notice that despite dinner being finished, everyone is still talking to one another and the only one that has noticed the interaction between me and Neteyam is Kiri. Mostly, I am glad that Lo’ak and Jake are in some sort of semi-heated discussion, keeping Lo’ak’s attention off of me. If he had seen that there is no doubt in my mind he would have said something horrendously embarrassing. Not even necessarily on purpose, not to spite me or our promise, he simply has a big mouth.

Another reason that me and Lo’ak get along, he might have a big mouth but I am not afraid of dishing back to him what he dishes out to me. Although Lo’ak is known as the least responsible Sulli, he still is respected as he is after all the chief’s son. Many in the clan would not dream of speaking to him as I do, but honestly, I think he likes it.

After a few more minutes of awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Kiri, while Neteyam avoids eye contact with me, the conversations around us peter out and Tuk uses it as an excuse to ask me to play a game. She explains that it uses stones and a wooden slab with small circular indentations in it. She explains the game and how to strategize with childish zeal, and I can’t help the warm feeling that creeps onto my face via smile as I watch her. Jake and Neytiri excuse themselves for a moment away outside, away from the kids. Mo’at retreats back to the healer's marui to do some work on a young boy that had recently been severely injured from an attack by a hammerhead or 'angtsìk when he went out on his first hunting trip outside of the zone considered safe by the clan. While Kiri and Lo’ak had moved closer to me and Tuk to observe our game, Neteyam hurriedly offered to help out his grandmother saying something about how he knows the poor young boy. But he is obviously still avoiding my gaze when he leaves, trailing behind the healer dutifully. Tuk steals the first two games from me with ease as I try to grasp the subtleties of the game before I narrowly win the third. I suspect Tuk had let me win, though, because when I try to play Lo’ak I end up losing spectacularly to him.

Eventually Jake and Neytiri return to the marui a few minutes before eclipse starts to fall and they wish me a goodnight when I tell the family that I need to leave once I realize what time it is. Tuk is practically begging me to stay the night and pouts when I gently explain that I can’t because I need to feed and shower my other body before I can sleep, and I wouldn't even really be spending the night. She finally relents, but only after I promise to come visit again tomorrow. I make my escape before Kiri can catch up with me on the way out. I’m only spared because her dad calls out to her as she turns to follow me, asking some questions about her chores the following day.

When I arrive at the lab Norm and Max are waiting up to ‘scold’ me for being out so late, which isn’t really a scolding at all. Both Norm and Max have always been unable to really get mad at me, not that I usually even had a chance to do something to upset them. Usually they were too busy worrying about Spider or some bigger problem like food to worry about my small rebellions as a child.

“(Y/N), you can’t stay out this long. It’s safe in camp but you need to give yourself more time to take care of your body.” Max starts up as soon as I open the second steel door to the lab entrance. Before I have the chance to apologize, Norm cuts in, like the worrywart he is.

“(Y/N), he’s serious. We saw what happened to Jake’s human body all those years ago. We just don’t want you to fall into that same hole he did, not taking care of your original body.” Norm frets, while physically inspecting me to make sure that I was okay. Which I can admit is understandable because he knows how hard it is to survive a Sulli dinner.

“Yes, Norm, I know.” I say, punctuating my annoyance with a roll of my eyes. They’re acting like I didn’t grow up watching those videos, like I don’t know the issues of not taking care of my much smaller body. I’d watched Jake Sully waste away enough times to know that I need to take care of myself. My action only causes Norm to huff and turn me towards him with hands on both of my shoulders, looking into my eyes with the intensity of a thousand suns. God, he's so dramatic.

“I’m serious, (Y/N)! If I have to see you go through that it would break my heart. Eating, showering, and exercising is important. Especially with your… condition, sweetheart.” He says with such a sincere worry in his eyes that my shoulders drop from their tense defensive position and I sigh.

“I know Norm. I promise you, I will take care of both of my bodies.” I assure him, sealing the promise by offering up my much larger pinky finger for him to take. Norm grasps my finger with his and gives it a couple shakes. When I turn to go I’m stopped by Max standing directly behind me with his own finger outstretched so I have to promise him as well. A smile of amusement sneaks onto my face but I simply shake it off and grasp his pinky in mine. Once I promise to also be more punctual from now on, Max shows me out through the backdoor to the hammock that they set up for me while I was gone. Norm goes back inside to heat up my dinner from earlier for me while Max gives me the instructions on how to transfer back. I lay back on the hammock at his command, adjusting my tail and kuru to get into a comfortable position. He instructs me to basically fall asleep, or sort of like meditate, until I awaken in the other body.

“Breathe, clear your mind and try to let go of any thoughts. If you have trouble again you can breathe in and out and count backward from twenty like before.” He advises from my right side before leaving me to give me some quiet to help me come back. Luckily, I don’t have as many issues getting back into my body as I did leaving it. It was a lot easier than the first time now that I knew what to expect. It only takes a couple of minutes to fall ‘asleep’, my body is fairly relaxed from the food and tired from running around with Kiri and Lo’ak. I am lulled to sleep by the sounds of the cave, and the sounds of the few Na’vi still up scurrying around to get ready for sleeping hours. I even imagine what they are doing. Maybe a young couple trying to meet up in the quiet of the night. Or perhaps an older couple is helping each other as they set out a large tapestry to dry. A young tween refuses to go to bed, despite the scolding he will receive from his mother in the morning after he’s spent the whole night carving a totem for his best friend. Spider finally making his way back home from whatever he had been doing all day, and I swear I even heard the door of the building next to the lab open. Spider tends to stay there these days. He used to live with me and the boys, until he ‘moved out’ when he turned eighteen. He’s a lot less appreciative of Max and Norms' smothering style of parenting than I am. These pictures lull me into a sense of peace and before I know it I wake with a start in my body again.

My eyes snap open and I can see the lights inside the machine before any of my other senses care to grace me. Immediately I can feel that my feet are both asleep, and my calves are cramping up from the confined space. Slowly the chorus beeps of the many machines invades my ears. I hear Max say something from the outside before the lid is lifted by internal hydraulics. The flood of lights that hits my dilated pupils causes a physical head rush that prompts me to try to reach my hand up to block it, but my hand is blocked by the wire cage surrounding me.

“How you doing, kiddo?” Max calls to me from the pedestal displaying my brain waves, which told him I was back in the body. Norm is already removing the wire cage for me and I simply give him a thumbs up. The only thing I could actually concentrate on was the pain returning to my legs, especially sore from a day of complete inactivity in the tube. I pull my legs over the side to try to let the blood flow back to them as Norm bombards me with many, many questions from how the dinner went to what Neytiri’s reaction was. I wave him off and ask him to give me a minute before I explain what happened. Norm nods and goes to grab my food while Max helps me down onto a chair they placed beside the neural link bed for me. I thank them both and while I eat I explain everything, well everything except my strange final interaction with Neteyam. I did not need Norm and Max teasing me about scaring him off. Plus, I’m not sure whether I am ready to admit how intensely his eyes had affected me. I admit, I may have overstepped my bounds with the Chief’s son. Which is not… good. I resolve myself to make up for it and to try to be a bit less mouthy, but it’s a little hard to know how much is too much when you’ve only socialized with around twenty people in the entirety of your life. Maybe I came on a little strong, so I'll try to be more respectful and a little less brash. Everyone else in my life is so used to my dry and sarcastic nature that I rarely offend them, but I’ve been told I’m a bit blunt.

Finally after a long ‘talk’, more like lecture, Norm and Max finally set me free, but not before they had me walk a bit and do some exercises to keep my legs strong. A couple easy stretches and a few laps around the lab with a promise to do more from now on was needed before I was able to lay down. The aching in my bones felt twice as strong, I had almost gotten used to not feeling the constant dull ache below my flesh. What a wonderful reminder! I need to understand that this blessing is double edged. I am now free to be able to accomplish things physically, but is it physical fulfillment I seek? Will this new body bring me the fulfillment I need? Or will it only remind me how human I really am. A part of me fears it will only serve to make my other deficiencies all the more obvious.

No. I cannot let myself ruin this opportunity with my fears, all I have ever done was listen to them. Now I must have courage, and stand tall despite the fear in my heart. I have to find it within myself to carve out a place on this planet, a way to stake a future in the dangerous Pandoran forest. A way to finally become who I was born to be.

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lfc21 · 2 years

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As it’s Trent’s birthday can we get some Trent stuff

24th wish

Trent. That name that could spark a glisten in your eye at any time of the day. Those 5 letters sent your heart skipping and stomach churning. You fell for him so quickly and so soon after he fell for you, there was something you loved about him, something you had never found from anyone else before. Good things came to those who wait, and you where the one to wait yet so was he. You both met perfectly in the middle and from that day forward you had everything you had ever wanted to wait for.

Since the day you two met it had been a fast pase journey from the start. Everyday was something so simple and perfect - pure bliss. You and trent had both found a love with treating one another, whether that was parties, experiences or just a simple gift from time to time and that never stopped especially at birthdays. This year trent was turning 24 and you knew from the 1st day of the countdown it had to be something special. As time went on your work started to force a decline on the chances of Trents birthday becoming a day to remeber. You had found out earlier in the year that your work had arranged a buisness trip to Dubai through the first and second week of October. You told Trent, you knew you couldn't hide it, he promised you it didn't make a difference and that you could celebrate when you came back but it was eating you alive.

"Mate happy birthday!" Jordan shouted in the car park as he came racing over to see his famous right back. Trents excitement was running out by the minute, he woke up to his family's love but the one thing he wanted was you.

"Cheers lad" trent explained back with a tight smile as he embraced his captain in a hug.

"How's y/n? I bet she's loving your birthday" jordan asked with nothing but wonder and complete oblivion. Trent hated this, he knew it wasn't Jordans fault, how was he to know you had gone on a work trip for 2 weeks, missing his birthday and some of the biggest games of the season.

"Oh erm she's not here" trent explained bluntly as he rubbed his hands down his hoodies material. "She's in dubai" he added not wanting to seem like the most disrespectful human in the world.

"Oh shit sorry lad" Jordan said dumbly. Jordan wasn't stupid. The captain knew what was going on. Earlier in the summer you had arranged a surprise party for trent as you knew you could get out of the trip early you had already planned. You where able to leave dubai the day before his birthday leaving you completely free for the big day.

"Don't be sorry" trent mumbled as he pushed open the door into the training ground.

As the day went on Trent had become more irritated. He wanted you to ring him or atleast text him but there was nothing. He started to feel like you didn't care, or atleast forgot.

"What's up birthday boy?" Andy asked with a confused face as he saw his wing man tensly sat in the changing rooms.

"Nothing" trent spoke with an angered tone.

"Jesus! You have a face like thunder" Alex shouted as he came storming through the door noticing a stood up Andy and a pouty trent.

"Y/n hasn't spoke to me today" trent said as he stared down at the floor not wanting eye contact with the boys in the room.

"I thought you lived together? Did she not see you this morning?" Kostas dumbly asked with no knowledge of where you where.

"She's in dubai" Alex, robbo and jordan shouted back with a laugh in unison. This left a smile on the boys face at how dopey the left back truly was.

"Don't worry about it! If she dosent want to talk to you thats her problem, we're taking you out for a meal anyway after this" James spoke as he folded up the random bits of clothing scattered from the boys. Trent knew this would cheer him up but he also knew yourself would make him feel on top of the world. "Kostas" James whispered pulling his arm leading him to fall over to his seat.

"What?" He replied back with a confused expression.

"Your acting is shit! Just shut up and pretend your not going to the party tonight, all you have to do is make out like where only going for dinner! No party, no y/n! Ok?" James furiously stated causing a small grin to work its way on the Greeks mouth as he needed someone to tell him how bad his acting really could be. All the lads knew that there was going to be a party and they all knew you would be there, but they had the big job of taking him out for dinner before hand. Risky.

The lads had arrived at the restaurant leaving you and trents mum to get as much done for him in just a few hours. You of course had the standard - balloons, presents, cake, food, music and obviously party hats but you also had the vision in your head of what it all should look like. You wanted this day to be perfect.

"Do you think we got enough?" Trents mum, dianne asked as she looked through the mountain of decorations and food you had both got. Trents family and friends where going to be arriving in due course and the only thing you could do was try not to panic.

"Oh I know" you replied back with a laugh as you pulled open the final packet of balloons. Since dianne picked you up from the airport you had both frantically rushed about 1: looking your best and 2: trying to make the day as perfect as physically possible - typical women.

"Girls!" Tyler, trents brother shouted as he came rushing in with a hand full of party poppers.

"Yeah" you both said in unison with a smile as you turned around in sync both styling your last balloon.

"People are starting to arrive" he replied back with a tight grin and fearful eyes.

"Shit" you said.

"Fuck" dianne also explained adding to your profanities. You both looked at each other, a million and one things racing through your mind. If the guests where here then surely that ment trent would be arriving soon. You where snapped out your thoughts by the sound of the door bell racing through your ears.

"The door!" Trents dad screamed from the top of the stairs as he finally got himself ready for the night ahead.

"Move! Quick" dianne muttered as she through the discarded balloon and made a beeline straight for the door. You quickly threw away the rubbish and made sure it was as good as you originally planned.

"Kostas" James shouted as the boys started to make a journey inside the long black limo.

"Yep" the Greek replied back with a concerend smile.

"Everyone knows where going back to trents place don't they?" He asked becoming concerned as to whether or not his partner in crime was helping him out.

"Oh yeah I told them earlier don't worry" he calmly spoke back as he pushed himself into the vehicle ready for a hectic journey back. James felt nerves from the minute he sat down at the restaurant, he wanted his teammates day to be everything he had said he wanted. You had rang James straight after your plane landed wanting to make sure he was prepared and everything was at a green light.

"By the way lads you don't need to come back to mine you know" trent explained not really understanding why his whole gang of teammates wanted to join him at home so badly.

"Don't be stupid!" Jordan shouted as the one to many beers started to feed his brain.

"Its party time!" Harvey shouted with a laugh as he erupted the vehicle into laughter. Trent started to see how actually a night with the lads wasn't to bad after all but a night with his girl was all he wanted.

The red and orange lights fell on the front drive like glitter on new years eve. Your breath was held tightly in your mouth as you stood carefully in the kitchen. From the minute you heard the gates open and car drive in you knew it was show time. The foot steps of a million and one footballers flooded your ears as they danced into the house. Trents voice started to become louder and louder as he became closer to the door.

"So yeah the kitchen is in he-"

"Surprise!" You all interrupted as trent tried to explain until opening the doors and revealing the ones he adored most. The rights backs face froze still into a smile until noticing you in the middle of the crowd of people

"Oh my god" trent mumbled into his hands as they came to sheiled his teary face. You ran over to your boyfriend as his arms held tightly around your small frame.

"Surprise" you mumbled into his shoulder as his body fell into the tranquility of yours. You looked up from the crook of trents neck and whipped away the warm tears that danced down his face.

"What a softie" Andy shouted with a laugh causing the whole room to burst out with laughter and amusement. The right back buried his face into your neck with a smile. This is what he wanted.

"Shut up lad" trent shouted with a laugh until releasing himself from you and messing with the sctosmans hair.

Everyone started to mingle and form back into the groups they started in. The music was on and the dancing was in full form - not the best but the confidence was there. Your eyes where on trents and his skin was on yours.

"I thought you weren't home for another week" he said as he ran his delicate fingers over your warm skin on your bare back from your dress.

"Well you thought wrong" you smugly replied back as you took in the emotions the man infront of you gave out. You missed him, more than you ever thought you knew.

"Very funny" trent sarcastically said with a grin as he looked over at his teammates and friends having a laugh. "They knew didn't they?" Trent asked as it all seemed to fall back into place as he watched them all. He started to look like the stupid one as he had no idea what so ever.

"Yep" you simply replied.

"Even kostas?" trent asked signalling to kostas as he walked past you both with a smile.

"Even kostas" you repeated with a laugh as the left back stood stupidly infront of you both.

"Yes trent I am actually a good actor" he said with lies falling straight from his lips. "Well I thought I was" he added making his lies seems less prominently right. This was the vision you had. Perfection. Trents birthday had become what he wanted - it was you and him, his 24th wish.

I really hoped you enjoyed this! This was supposed to be for trents birthday so I apologise for the delay. I hope this cheers us all up after the injury today. Have an amazing day 🤍🧿

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siriuslystargazing · 11 months

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You're a Jinx! Chapter 1

chapter 1 is here guys !! you can also read it here on my AO3 and get it as soon as i publish the next chapter !! :)

This is going to get very dark, so reader discretion is advised as this is inspired by Powder and Vi's relationship from Arcane. read the drabble that inspired this here

Jinx (Noun) is a Person or thing that brings bad luck.

One should never wish luck to someone about to start Hogwarts, as it is seen as a Jinx. Those words echoed from house to house in the wizarding world. Pureblood families created the rumour years ago, ever since a Malfoy heir was sorted into Hufflepuff in 1672. Not much was heard of him since he was written from the family and erased from history. It was September 1st, 1971. The platform was a hub of activity. The most Nobel house, Black, was finally in attendance. Their eldest and heir apparent was about to start his education at Hogwarts; the family was practically royalty to the wizarding world. All eyes were on them. Sirius wanted to scream; he hated how everyone looked at him like the sun shined out his arse. If only the rich pricks knew what went on behind closed doors. Sirius squirmed under the gaze of the Malfoy family; Orion, his father, noticed.

He always sees the slightest shift or snicker but never cares; he would rather drown in alcohol than deal with his 'family'. Their mother, Walburga, would dish out the punishment and then scold Orion for being a terrible father and a waste of a man. Deep down, Sirius felt sorry for his father, who was trapped in a loveless marriage. Sirius was lucky to spend time with a sober, more caring father once, even though it ended faster than it started when he tried to suffocate Sirius and his brother Regulus. Since then, Walburga kept the boys close to her, and Orion was full of enough alcohol to pickle his organs; it wouldn't stop his wrath, but it was better than being dead.

Walburga was chatting with her sister taking her much-needed attention from the boys as Orion shifted closer to his sons. Orion was pissed. He was sobering up. He hadn't had a drop since Seven this morning. Orion's grip on Sirius's shoulder was rugged, and the pressure caused Sirius to inhale sharply. Regulus found a spot on the floor more entertaining than what was about to happen. Regulus gave Sirius's Pinky finger a reassuring squeeze. 'I'm here', the gesture said. "I suggest you board the train, boy", Orion growled. Sirius could taste the whiskey on his father's breath. "Yes, Sir" Sirius turned to Regulus, his brother or maybe shadow? Their relationship was strange; people thought they were twins with how identical they were. If you found one brother, the other was indeed close by. Sirius looked Regulus up and down. His eyes were sunken in (they went to bed without dinner again) and still a little red from where he was crying in Sirius's room, begging him not to leave him alone. Sirius pulled Regulus into a tight hug muffling the sob leaving Regulus. "You will be okay. Just remember what I told you, okay?" Sirius Pulled away using the sleeve of his blazer to wipe the tears from Regulus' face. "Stay in my room and stay out of fathers way," Regulus choked. "And if I need food, ask Kreachur." the conductor Blows his whistle kids that are still clinging to their parents start to peel away.

"Yeah, I have to go now. I love you, Reggie" Sirius embraced his brother again. "I'll see you at Yule in a few months." Regulus grips Sirius a little tighter. "Promise?" Sirius chuckles, ruffling his brother's hair as he looks up at him, eyes watery and faces a little snotty "I promise" Sirius planted a kiss on Regulus' forehead and left for the train. Regulus ran after him, stopping at the window of the compartment Sirius had commandeered from two other boys, one with unruly black hair and thick glasses, the other a sandy blond with his face stuck in a book. The train let out a huff of steam, causing the wheels to turn. Regulus forgot all the etiquette lessons beaten into him, but it was worth it. "Bye, Sirius! Good Luck at school!" he screamed over the chugging of the trains. Sirius's eyes widened at the words that left Regulus, and the platform was hushed into whispers. The last thing Sirius saw of his family was the souring of his mother's face as she pulled Regulus to her and the flash of white-hot rage on Orion's face. Sirius Black had just been cursed with the worst possible jinx, and it was Regulus's fault.

Sirius dropped to the ground, head in his hands. Fuck. Everything is ruined. His life is cursed, but he can't blame his little brother; he just can't. If he were to blame anyone, it would be his horrible family. "I'm sure it will be okay, mate-" Sirius turned to look at the boy talking to him. Perfect clothes full of colour and life, glasses as thick as jam jars and hair so unruly he could only be a "Shut it, Potter! All you potters are so perfect you know nothing about me or my family!" Sirius stormed out of the compartment where he thought Andromeda was sitting. Remus puts his book down. "Well, that's an entertaining yet dramatic introduction, Remus Lupin, you?" Remus held out a scared hand. Perhaps one ally-friend would be lovely. James ran a hand through his hair, sighing and taking Remus's in a firm shake. "You're telling me those pureblood families are bonkers with all their rituals and junk... Names James Potter"

Sirius was too numb to feel any emotion; he just shut down and retreated to his mind. Andromeda, the sanest of the Black sisters, held Sirius's hands in hers, not saying anything but acting as a calming presence. Bellatrix was cackling further down the carriage with the Lestranges, and Narcissa was busing her hands with needlecraft. They were each a marvel of their own. Three witches born a year apart, Bellatrix, the eldest, resembled the crone; Andromeda, the middle child, was always forgotten but acted as a mother to anyone who needed one. And finally, the beauty and youngest, Narcissa. "I don't understand why you're getting so worked up over it, Siri." Narcissa sighed. "It's not like they can hurt you whilst you're at school." Sirius's leg stopped bouncing; it was true they couldn't hurt him, but they could still hurt Regulus. "Sissy, don't say things like that! You know how vile Aunt Wally can be when she is in one of her moods," Andromeda hissed; Narcissa just rolled her eyes, unbothered. "I'm sure Reggie will be okay, Sirius." Andromeda gave Sirius's hands a firm squeeze of reassurance even though, deep down, she knew Regulus was in danger. Sirius was still silent.

Regulus paced in his room, wringing his hands and muffling his sobs; he needed to calm down. He was so scared when they all got home from King's Cross that he ran to his room before any of his parents could register anything. It was 4 pm, and Regulus only knew by the ringing of the bell in the grandfather clock on the stairs. It chimed four times, that meant dinner wouldn't be long, and the thought of food made Regulus' stomach growl. Sirius swiped some bread rolls early this morning, and they ate them like little Victorian orphans. But the stress of the day and the emotional toll it took on Regulus meant that now he was hungry again, and he had no idea if he would be summoned to dinner. Regulus had run out of energy to continue pacing and decided to sit at his desk and pull out one of the leather-bound journals Sirius got him for his birthday. He flicked through the pages, some wrinkled by the tears he silently shed when he got a beating or worse. When Sirius took losses for him, Regulus flicked to a clean and pristine page and started to write. He didn't write just anything; he wrote his feelings down in poems so dark and moody they could rival Edgar Allen Poe, which was funny because he loved his work. Regulus had managed to calm down a lot more his breathing was less erratic, and he wasn't choking on every other breath. His hands had stopped shaking enough that he decided to switch to his sketchbook and draw more schematics of devices that would never be made.

Another hour had passed, and a shallow knock sounded at Regulus' door; he opened it slightly, noticing it was the greyed skin of Kreachur. His gravelly voice echoed, "Lord Black has Requested that the young Master is to attend dinner" Regulus was stunned; why was he allowed dinner? He licked his chapped lips and thanked Kreature for telling him; the house elf disregarded the thanks and continued his chores. Regulus closed his door and turned to his mirror, ensuring his clothes looked pristine and ready for dinner. Regulus made his way down to the grand dining room; Orion, his father, sat at the head of the table. He was slumped in his chair, his head propped on his fist, and his other hand swirled a goblet of what could only be red wine. His mother sat next to him fiercely, staring at the covered table. If Regulus didn't know any better, he would assume her steely gaze kept the roast potatoes under the silver cover warm, not the centuries-old enchantments. Oppersit, his mother, was an unexpected guest. It was his Great Uncle Alphard—the current head of and Lord of House Black. Though Alphard was slowly losing his memory, he was adamant not to give up his title until Sirius came of age or, worse, he died; even though Orion had taken on most of the House's duties, Alphard still held significant sway in the matters that revolved around the family. Alphard smiled at Regulus, winking at his nephew with a mischievous twinkle in his kind grey eyes, the same sparkle that Sirius had. Regulus took up his seat at the end of the table. "Sorry to keep you all waiting", his voice was quiet; if Alphard weren't here, Orion would be shouting at him to speak up and stop mumbling. Orion let out a growl, uninterested in the dinner before him; Walburga looked down on Regulus through her nose "No need for apologies, Regulus. Must be so nice to have the house and attention of your parents to yourself for a change" Alphard smiled, waiving his hand, causing the silver covers on the food to vanish. "I can't say for certain, Uncle, it's only been a few hours", Regulus said; he kept his voice steady and focused on one of the painted figures in China. Orion set his goblet down with force, causing a drop of the wine to splatter the cream tablecloth. Walburga tutted as she chose the smallest broccoli from the tray.

Growing up in such a family, Walburga refused to eat many foods. The best way to describe the woman was that she was an almond mum. She took the tiniest amount of food and refused to let her children eat anything void of flavour and spice. "Why have you paid us a visit, Alphard" Walburga drawled, grimacing at the three potatoes Regulus had piled onto his plate. "I have brought news of my heir, Sirius. It seems his sorting was quite the spectacle," Alphard boasted, causing Regulus to stiffen; this was it. The moment that would seal their fate. Regulus prayed to any deity that would listen that Alphard was going to say his brother was sorted into Slytherin like everyone else in his wretched family. "it appears my heir apparent is a lot braver than most has been sorted into Gryffindor" Alphard seemed to be happy, much to Walburga and Orion's faces.

Sirius Orion Black, the First of his name and Heir to the most recent and Nobel house of Black had been sorted into Gryffindor.

Walburga snapped her head to Regulus, her nostrils flaring with rage, but it wasn't what Regulus was afraid of. His father sat up from his chair, gripped his goblet tight, and launched it at Regulus. "You Fucking little JINX", Orion Roared. "You have made your brother disgrace our family", Alphard rose from his seat, restraining Orion, "I think it best you head to your room Regulus."

Regulus didn't get a mouthful of the roast potatoes as he ran from the dining room and up to his bedroom. It was his fault. Sirius is going to get disinherited, and it was his fault. Regulus doesn't want the title or the house or anything. He was a spare! Regulus tried to suffocate himself under his duvet but failed and cried to sleep again.

hope you enjoyed it! thoughts questions and concerns are much appreciated drop em in me ask box lads!

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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5 Sides of Human

{Part six}

Genre: Mixed

Character profiles for the Mc’s featured in this series

WC: ~3.8k

CW: swearing, anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, depictions of physical aggression, minor explosion, some hurt, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2!

Part five <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> Part seven

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Storm awoke to an aggressive screeching from the bathroom attached to her room. Sitting up with a groan, she rubbed her ear to ensure it wasnt her damn tinnitus acting up again. To her surprise, another louder, screeching yell was heard reverberating through the room. She grew concerned, wondering what on earth could be making such a sound. After orienting herself to the room and gently nudged Malice off of her legs, she approached the bathroom door. Curiously, she held an ear to the door, only to jerk back as another screech seemed to punch her in the side of the head. There was no doubt now that it had to be Fern.

She stepped back, rubbing her ear to stop the ringing triggered by the noise. “Fern? Is everything okay?”

For a moment there was silence. Storm anxiously awaited a reply, before finally hearing a cackling laugh behind the door.

As their laughter subsided, they finally spoke through a mess of giggles and difficult breaths. “I am so sorry, I forgot I now have a roommate and I have to shit quietly.”

Storm snorted, shaking her head quietly as she got dressed for the day. So far, living with Fern had proven to be quite enjoyable. The green haired human, who was far more similar to a Gremlin than a person, was quick to warm up to her, begging for as many secrets about the brothers as possible and telling her all about their life in the human world. They even offered up a tattoo as a late birthday gift, after finding out her birthday had come and gone shortly before acquainting themselves with her.

Fern found Storm’s energy calming and secure, in the same way they would find in someone with natural maternal instincts. For Storm, Fern seemed to provide some excitement, as well as one of the only humans who had treated her like a real friend in her 27 years of life thusfar.

They ate breakfast amongst the brothers with lively chatter, discussing who was the most hungover from the night before and making plans for another fun night of drinking at the castle- of course, to Lucifer’s annoyance. Discussion of the day’s plans and which classes Storm would be attending came up as well, offering an opportunity for Storm to chose her schedule. Lucifer handed her a list of classes that were offered that semester that were at a level she was capable of, watching closely as her eyes trailed down the list.

“Well, out of theses here...I would have to say...hmmm...” Storm tapped the table, trying to determine which set of classes would be the best. “I think I would like to do 2nd level Beast-keeping, 1st level Potions, 3rd level Curses and Hexes, and Music.”

“1st level potions?” Vivi questioned, poking her food with disinterest. “Didn’t you take that when you were here?”

Storm shook her head. “It wasn’t offered either semester when I was here, unfortunately.”

“That means you’re in our class!” Fern excitedly threw an arm around Storm. “Oooh this is going to be a hoot! I can’t wait! We can bother Lucifer together now!”

Storm raised an eyebrow. “Huh..? But I thought you didn’t take any classes, Lucifer.”

“I assist the professor with various tasks and projects during class.” Lucifer smirked playfully at her. “Surely you didn’t think I was dull enough to be in such a simple class with my abilities. Need I remind you that I’m not Mammon?”

“gahk- HEY!” Mammon choked, dropping his fork onto his plate. “I ain’t some idiot just because I don’t like mixing fancy goos and powders together!”

Lucifer chuckled, taking another bite of the bufo egg bake he had prepared for breakfast. “In all seriousness, I do enjoy observing the new students from time to time- and with so much chaos in one classroom, I feel it necessary for me to ensure that everyone in that class is on their best behav-.”

“Lucifer this food is shit.” Vivi interjected, observing a fork-full of the egg bake with a less than amused expression.

“Then you can choose not to eat it, Vivi.” Lucifer sighed, reluctantly turning his attention to them. “I implore you not to interrupt when I am sp-”

“Christ, here we fucking go.” Vivi rolled her eyes, dropping the food back onto the plate and pushing it away from her.

“Vivi, I thought I told you to reduce the frequency at which you used such language.” Lucifer remarked, narrowing his eyes.

“Suck my dick Sith-Lord wannabe.” Vivi snapped back, getting up from her seat and stomping out of the room. Storm sighed, getting up to follow quickly after her.

“Vivi! Wait!”

Vivi let out a long groan and turned just as they had climbed the first stair, turning back to her with reluctance. “I don’t need another lecture, Firecrotch.”

Storm blinked back her surprise at the crass nickname, shaking off the small bit of hurt that lingered from her past experiences with being referred to by that name. “I’m not going to lecture you. I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

Vivi scoffed, turning their head away. “I’m fine.”

Storm nodded, unconvinced. “Sure, sure. It just seems like you don’t get along much with the others, especially Lucifer.”

“Thats a real nice way of putting it, but I think they’re all annoying as hell.” Vivi crossed her arms, now turning to face Storm. “How the fuck do you think I’m supposed to feel after being sent here against my will?”

“Against your will..?” Storm asked, curiously. “Didn’t Diavolo give you guys the option of going home after the first week?”

“Uhh...” Vivi stammered, a small blush forming on her cheeks. “I mean...yeah...he did...”

Storm raised an eyebrow. “And yet...you’re here? So, I guess its not so annoying that it’s intolerable?”

Vivi pulled her arms in tighter, the scowl on her face doing nothing to hide the blush from forming. “It’s none of your business why I chose to stay here. But it’s not like I enjoy any of these prick’s company or anything, so don’t go assuming shit that isn’t true!”

Storm smiled faintly as Vivi stomped off to her room to finish getting ready. She knew there was a caring and pleasant person underneath the prickly exterior, just as there was with many of the brothers when she had first arrived in Devildom

“Good morning class.” The professor strolled into the potions classroom shortly after the start time, setting a ton of jars down on the counter with a clatter. “Today we will be creating a transformation oil, and we will be re-assigning Lab partners after last weeks...er...incident.”

The professor’s eyes wander to one of the other demons in the class, who shrank in their seat to avoid his harsh gaze.

Fern nudged Storm, giving a malicious smirk as they whispered quite loudly. “He sent his lab partner to the infirmary after accidentally making a potion that split her tongue rather than allowed her to speak another language.”

Storm gave them a mortified look as they giggled, which also earned them a glare from the professor.

“Also, it appears that we have another student joining us.” The professor gestured to Storm. “So for that reason, I took the liberty in giving the task of lab-partner assignment to Lucifer.”

The class groaned as Lucifer rose from his chair next to the professor’s desk. He eyed the room suspiciously. “There will be no switching of these assignments, and no complaints about them.”

Storm shifted in her seat, eagerly awaiting her partner. One by one, Lucifer gave the assignments. Coming near the end of the list, he paused, turning his attention to the section of the room where his a few of his brothers and the exchange students sat.

“Belphie, Heart, and Fern, you two will now be paired.”

“What!?” Fern shouted, earing a growl from Lucifer. “But...dude! He just sleeps through class! That means I will have to actually do work!”

Lucifer ignored Fern’s comment, going onto through the list. “Vivi, Satan, and Sarah, you three will be together.”

Vivi was about to protest, but was cut off by a boisterous squeal from Sarah. She sighed with contempt, crossing her arms as Sarah rushed to the table they and Satan had already been sitting at.

“And finally: Storm, I made the last minute adjustment and you will be paired with Mammon.” Lucifer sighed as Mammon tried (and failed) to hide his excitement, eagerly running to Storm’s side and dragging her to an empty table. Lucifer gave her a sympathetic glance as Mammon began talking her ear off about how much the class sucked with Lucifer there. “I apologize for only giving you one partner Storm, as last week’s incident has left us short one student. I do have faith in your abilities to do the task as assigned though.”

“Oi! What about me!?” Mammon snapped. “Don’tcha have faith in me?!”

Lucifer turned to begin assisting the professor in sorting the ingredients for the potions, completely ignoring Mammon’s statement. As the class settled into their new lab partner assignments, the class became active with chatter once more.

“Can’t believe that good-for-nothin’ Lucifer. Always doubtin’ me. I’ll show him what the great Mammon can do! I’ll this transformer thingy like it’s nothin!”

Storm smiled nervously, looking to the other exchange students, who were already arguing within their groups. She turned to Mammon, who was still boasting about his refined potion making abilities after retaking the class for the 4th time, interrupting his thought.

“So why is Satan here?”

Mammon grumbled. “Jeeze, could ya pretend to care a little about what I’m sayin’?”

Storm smiled sheepishly. “Sorry Mams, I didn’t mean to just cut you off like that...there’s just a lot on my mind right now. It’s hard to focus.”

Mammon blushed, turning away and clearing his throat in response. “Ah...Well, I guess I can forgive ya just this once...Anyways, Satan retook this class because I told him I could pass it this time, and he bet me 1000 Grimm I couldn’t. So he’s mostly just here to watch as I make him eat his words!”

Storm glanced back to Satan, who was smirking knowingly at her from his table despite Vivi yelling at him to focus on the ingredients.

“Now, listen carefully to the amounts of the items you need. We will not be repeating it.” The professor stated firmly. “You will need 3 Ender Hypericum blossoms, 2 ounces of Hellios Alchemilla Mollis, 1 spoonful of Bloody Hawk Talon paste, 9 strands of giant onyx spider hair, and 1 translucent cricket. These ingredients will need to be ground to a paste in your mortar and pessel before siphoned through the liquidation spool 3 times over. Once your potion is complete, you will call on either I or Lucifer to watch you test out the product. Two of you will be mixing the product while one of you records important analyses in your notes. You may begin.”

Mammon immediately bolted upright from his chair, sprinting to the front of the room to collect the ingredients. Storm attempted to call him back, as she had scribbled down the amounts needed, but he ignored her calls. She anxiously awaited for his return, hoping that he had actually listened to the professor’s amounts clearly enough.

Mammon clattered the supplies along the table, proudly displaying to Storm what he had gathered in his arms. Storm looked over the ingredients, surprised to see he had picked what had appeared to be the correct ones- with the exception of one.

“Uh, Mammon?” She pointed to the hairs in the small tray. “The professor said Onyx spider hairs, not Ochre.”

Mammon looked down at his collection, shaking his head. “Nah, they wouldn’t put these up there if we didn’t need ‘em, and they said spider hairs on the container!”

“But they’re the wrong color. Onyx spiders are black...these are like, almost orange.” Storm rubbed her forearm anxiously. “Are you sure there weren’t any others up there? I feel like-”

“Ya dare question the great Mammon?!” He accused, waving her concerns off as he tossed the ingredients into the mortar. “Nonsense! I’ll show ya! We’ll have the best transformation oil in this whole room.”

Mammon began grinding the ingredients aggressively while Storm documented the results. The entire mixture began bubbling orange as Mammon mixed it. She looked around the room, seeing the other’s mixtures tinting a dark Olive green. She swallowed hard, nervousness beginning to rise in her chest.

“Mammon, the other students’ stuff looks way different than ours...” She noted, hoping her unease would cause him to slow down. “Maybe we should start over and-”

Before she was able to finish her statement, the mixture began to sputter. She gasped as the bubbles began to burst rapidly, causing Mammon to mix the potion rougher in determination to prove his intelligence.

“This doesn’t seem right!” Storm shouted, now beginning to panic.

Lucifer turned, beginning to approach their table. “Mammon, stop what you’re-”

Suddenly, a large explosion erupted from the mixture, causing everyone in the room to gasp. A large, Orange-tinted puff of smoke filled the air, obscuring everyone’s view of the mess created by Mammon, who was propelled upwards into the ceiling of the classroom. Storm, on the other hand, was catapulted backwards, slamming against the pillar near the door.

“Maaammmoooooooooon!” Lucifer roared, using his wings to clear the smoke from the room. He stared up at Mammon’s frantically kicking legs, his muffled yells to get him out of the ceiling causing the rest of the class to burst into laughter.

“Wait, where’s..?” Heart, glanced around, eyes widening when his eyes fell to a very dazed Storm. Small trails of blood trickled down the pillar, seeping into the fine knots in the wood.

“Shit...” Vivi murmured sadly, at first convinced that Storm had died.

A group of individuals, including Fern and Satan, jumped up to circle her, all shouting her name and asking various questions: Is she okay? did she know what day was it? was she seeing a light? could she remember their name? Oh, did she die?

“Back up, now!” Lucifer hissed, bullying his way to the front of the crowd. They all moved slightly to accommodate him as squatted before the dazed human. Soon enough, they began to crowd tighter, causing Lucifer’s frustration to bubble over. “I said- Back up!”

A few expressions of pain and annoyance were shouted as Lucifer expanded his wings in full, pushing back the crowd and creating a cocoon-like structure around Storm.

lucifer took Storm’s chin in his hand, giving her blaze-orange painted face a concerned but pointed once over. “Storm, are you alright?”

Storm groaned, blinking a few times to clear her vision.

Lucifer tutted, letting her chin go and dusting the orange residue off his gloves. He held up his left index finger, moving it side to side. “Storm, follow my finger as I move it, please.”

She tried to move her head to the side as his arm moved, but immediately hissed in pain at the small crack in the back of her skull. Tears welled in her eyes as Storm tried to caress the area, whimpering when her hand made contact with the throbbing center of the gash.

Lucifer sighed, knowing that she would need more meticulous medical intervention than just a simple bandage. He shifted his weight, moving to pick her up into his arms. She whined as he lifted her, the movement causing her vision to spin and the ache in her head to sharpen.

“Satan, get your idiot brother out of the ceiling and clean up this mess immediately. I need to get Storm to the infirmary.”

Satan began to grumble in protest, but stopped when Lucifer shot him a furious glare. As Lucifer walked out, Mammon’s pained yelling could be heard along with a crashing sound and laughter.

Storm faded in and out of relative consciousness as Lucifer carried her carried her down the corridors. The movements were calculated, but quick as he effortlessly navigated the winding halls. Storm’s vision cleared as they entered a large, white room with several cots. She vaguely heard Lucifer mumble something, and watched a tall figure quickly dart out of the room.

“I’m going to set you down, okay?” Lucifer’s voice was soft as he spoke his intentions. He eased her down on one of the cots, wincing when she let out a pained yelp when her head touched the pillow. “Hold on, I need to get some supplies.”

Storm adjusted to the room, her vision slightly haloed as she took in her surroundings. Lucifer returned to her bedside with bandages, topical medications, a cold pack, and a few other supplies in tow. He lifted her neck slightly, whispering a spell over the cold pack as he rested her head back down onto it. She hissed in pain once more, but this time it felt more dull as the coolness eased the throbbing pain. Lucifer began preparing the other materials at her bedside, glancing at her occasionally to ensure her eyes were open and she was aware of her environment.

“Wait...where’s the nurse?” Storm asked, turning her head slightly.

Lucifer grabbed her chin delicately, stopping the movement before it became too drastic. “I sent her out to assess the others for any damages as a result of the inhalation- and to tend to Mammon’s likely concussion.”

Storm gave a single nod, resting her head back into place. She was quiet for a moment as the pain dulled further, the cool burn at the back of her skull providing some relief

“I need you to sit up.” Lucifer motioned, assisting Storm into a sitting position with her back to him. “This may hurt a bit, but I need to clean the wound and apply the numbing ointment.

“Okay...ah!” Storm yelped again as Lucifer massaged a damp rag on her head, clearing any blood and debris from the wound. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to cry as he applied the ointment. Soon enough, the pain subsided into a dull ache, and then to complete numbness. She watched as Lucifer unspooled a needle and some thread- presumably to stitch the wound himself.

“Ah! Wait!” Storm turned quickly, doubling over from the whiplash caused from the movement.

“Careful, Storm.” Lucifer cooed, gently guiding her back into place by her shoulder. “You can’t move so rapidly with a head injury like this.”

“W-why do you need to stitch it? isn’t there a spell or something that can heal it?” She stammered, fighting back the anxiety building in her stomach. “A-and why you? Can’t the nurse do it, o-or something?!”

Lucifer smirked, rubbing her bicep gently. “It’s not that easy. It could be dangerous using intense magic on an injury like this...and don’t worry. This is not the first time I’ve had to stitch up someone’s head.”

Storm blinked, unsure of how to respond. “What..? Who..?”

“Did you happen to forget who my brothers are?” Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Now turn around. I promise I’ll be careful.”

Storm reluctantly agreed, wincing as she felt the very distant sensation of her skin being tugged. She bit her lip, sitting abnormally still as Lucifer stitched the wound. As he worked, her mind began to wander to her first night back, when Lucifer had reacted so strangely as a result of the Newt Syrup.

The things he said...could he have meant it?

“There.” Lucifer gently brushed the strangling hairs away and out of the stitches, admiring his handy-work. “Now we just need the bandage.”

“mmhm...” Storm muttered, thinking of how to ask the burning question in her heart. As Lucifer began wrapping the bandage around her head, she finally blurted it out. “Lucifer...Did you mean all of those things you said the other day? About how I’ve...been on your mind since I left Devildom? ...and that you hoped I missed you as much as you missed me?”

Lucifer paused his action. A blush spread faintly across his cheeks. He cleared his throat after a moment, continuing to wrap the bandage. “Well, you know that newt syrup was very strong, don’t you?”

Storm felt her heart sink slightly. “Y-yeah...”

“But...” Lucifer sighed, pinning the bandage into place. “I suppose there is some truth to that, otherwise I would not have said such a thing- here, turn around. Let’s get this mess off of your face.”

Storm turned to face him, butterflies fluttering around her stomach. “Really?”

“Hmm...Yes, I suppose so.” Lucifer locked eyes with her for a moment, the blush on his face now gone and his lips in a straight line despite the rapid beating of his heart. He wanted to tell her more- to explain how much he truly did ache for her presence when he spent late nights alone in his office; how she would prepare him some coffee or tea, or prepare a small snack when he was stressed; how he missed their deep conversations, telling her things he wouldn’t dare to tell anyone else; how her emotions were displayed when she laughed, smiled, cried, or was angry...He missed it all so dearly...

He missed her.

He shoved the feelings down as he wiped the orange gunk off of her face as he continued talking, the movements gentle to ensure he didn’t rub her face raw. “It’s very different with the other humans here. You were at least quiet. And I have been drowning in paperwork, so you provided a nice distraction for my brothers not to disturb me.”

Storm’s heart sank once more and the hope on her face fell. “Oh...yeah...I suppose.”

He finished cleaning her off in silence, taking her RAD jacket off and excusing the dress-code violation just this once. The walk back to class was also silent, tension hanging thick in the air between the pair- Lucifer, longing to confess his true emotions but pride standing in his way, and Storm, heartbroken by Lucifer’s dismissal of the romantic comments he had made the night of her return.

Storm arrived back into the room, shocked to see how much cleaner the room was than when she had left. She followed Lucifer to the front of the class, sitting on his chair while he pulled Mammon out of the room by the ear.

“That’s not the explosion Mammon wanted to have with Storm, I’m sure.” Satan snickered to Sarah, producing a small giggle from her.

Vivi glared at Satan, reeling back their fist and punching him in the throat. As he coughed and sputtered, Fern, Belphie, Heart, and Sarah broke out into a fit of laughter.

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I’m back! (And other blog announcements)

Heyo everyone! Guess who’s back from Hiatus? This girl!

Thank you everyone for your patience with me! The break was much needed, and I feel refreshed and excited to get back into writing again!

I also have announcements regarding the blog beneath the cut, but in short:

- Requests and Commissions are OPEN! (Headcanons are still closed until I can knock out the ones I have left. Thank you for your patience!) I also have some updates regarding sentence starters and headcanons below the cut!

- The Fandom list has been updated! Please check it out if you're interested! (More details about it under the cut)

- I’ll be doing some masterlist reconstruction for the blog, but I’ll try to keep spamming to a minimum and only really update it on the weekends :D

Thanks for reading! I’m so excited to be back!

Requests, Sentence Starters, and Headcanons

Hi hello! So as seen above, Fic requests and commissions are open! I’ve admittedly been a bit bold and worked on some fics while I was on break once I got my writing mojo back (I couldn’t help it they were so fun!) So now I only have 3 requests remaining, thus I’m opening them back up!

As for sentence starters, I’m gonna try to get them back up and running by June 1st. With that said, I unfortunately had to size down some of the sentence starters due to lack of interest or burn out regarding the fandom. I’m gonna put the ones I ultimately decided to reject down below: I’m really sorry I couldn’t fill these for you friends!

- Black and Lact-Two: “You have to learn how to have fun!”

- Hau and Lillie: I forgot what the sentence starter was. My apologies!

- Adaman and Mai: “For such a fearless leader, you sure are ticklish!”

- Lee!Gyomei, Lers!Ten-Ren: “You look so adorable when you smile!”

- Platonic!Nurse Joy x Reader: “Laughter is the best medicine!”

Regarding headcanons: I’m gonna do my best to fill them but if I ultimately decide not to, I’ll be sure to let you know! Thank you for understanding!

Fandoms

Guess who got into new anime recently? I’ve done it- I have given into the power of Spy x Family and fallen head over heels for the show! It’s absolutely adorable and hilarious and I highly recommend it if your looking for something funny and heartfelt!

I also recently got into Kaguya-Sama: Love is War! Another fantastic anime if your looking for a laugh! I’m only on episode 10 (?) So it might be a hot minute before I can start writing for the fandom, but I’m excited nonetheless!

As for fandoms I’m taking a break from, I will NOT be taking any Pokemon requests (For now). I’m not entirely out of the fandom, but after so many fics and headcanons, I’m officially burnt out! Maybe in time I’ll get back into it, but for now I am in need of a long break from the series. Thank you for understanding!

Also I’ve fallen in love with Komi Can’t Communicate! I’m not sure if I’m going to add it to the fandoms list just yet- for now I’m just enjoying the series (and relating to Komi hardcore-I’ve never seen a character with my exact social anxiety situation before, so this hit like a truck in the feels). Still, I might eventually add it!

Masterlist Reconstruction

This is just a heads up if things look a little wanky soon regarding my masterlist I’m trying out dividing the fandoms up by series instead of putting them all together (Or at least alphabetizing them.) If you have any suggestions on how you’d like to see the masterlist, please let me know!

I think that’s it! Thank you everyone once again, and I hope you all have an amazing rest of May/June!

#squiggily speaks #I've returned!#breaking hiatus officially #requests are open!#blog shenanigans

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Random - Review of Dark Side of Dimensions

Hello everyone!

So I’m working through my planned posts, except now I’m going to take a sharp turn to left and talk about YuGiOh! Movies - Dark Side of Dimensions.

*I was going to add Pyramid of Light to this, but this is so long already & it’s been awhile since I watched both movies, so - this is what you get. For now! There will be another post focusing on Pyramid of Light someday hopefully!

I forgot I hadn’t posted this. I am so sorry.

2nd sharp left turn: I just found this thing / video. Hope you enjoy!

Also the 2nd video, because I left the road of plans already.

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Also YuGiOh! Millenium World is the perfect (bang up to the elephant worthy) end to a series + it is so pretty, both the anime & the manga. Just, so pretty. All the lovely gold & Egypt-esk setting & plot . . . it’s really great.

I love Yami’s crown so much.

Now on to YuGiOh! movies. Dark Side of Dimensions 1st.

Neither are perfect movies - I’d honestly take elements from both & mesh them together - but I did enjoy watching both.

Also, they both have great titles & basic plot ideas are great.

Writers take note!

Both also take place after the series has ended, Pyramid of Light I think happens sooner than Dimensions.

MAJOR SPOILER WARNING FOR BOTH MOVIES.

I highly recommend you watch them before reading this.

I’ll try to keep spoilers to a minimum, but I will gush. BE PREPARED.

Dark Side of Dimensions

Good Things & Plot Related Stuff

Of the two, I like Dimensions better overall (the plot moves faster & more naturally & the anime was better quality - Kiba’s tech & duel with not!Atem was such a lovely fan's dream (also the whole basic plot)+ the comment about Atem/Yami/The Pharoah’s hair. (more on that later)

1st, I want to point out, keeping with all the good stuff this movie has to offer, which is a lot -

I really like the character designs of most everyone (apart from 2 which I’ll talk about in the “needs to be improved” section. (I am so angry / disappointed I can’t even.)

(running away from their teacher, LOL.)

Yugi’s character design is great - he looks more similar to Atem!Pharaoh yet still keeps his more gentle aura.

I also liked the designs for Tea / Anzu & Joey / Jonunichi & Tristan / Hiroto.

Anzu’s design & Jounichi’s particularly stood out to me for some reason.

The bright pop of every day scenes really helps, and again, apart from set up from the Aigami (the bag guy) & the puzzle’s discovery by Kiba, it’s mostly giving a quick refresher on who everyone is. Yugi’s goal of running his grandpa’s game store & designing his own game is a great idea, and I really wish we could’ve seen more of it.

Yugi also duels on his own for a good portion of the movie, and it is wonderful. I especially like a lot of his Egyptian themed cards.

Also, Mokuba, much like Tails in Sonic SatAM, is now helping design Kiba’s tech (he also does in Pyramid of Light.) Again, I like this addition to the character.

(And yes, there’s a reason why I haven’t mentioned Bakura or Devlin. Just wait.)

Action scenes were great. Everything was pretty. There was an epic rain scene in the city that set such a mood.

Seriously, the tech is this is lovely & cool. Shout out to the “deprevation mask” Aigmai is forced to wear at one point. If it didn’t deprive a person of most of their senses & had eye openings, I’d wear it.

For a detailed look at the animation, here’s an AMV - there are spoilers, so again, try to watch the movie first.

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I also like everyone’s Japanese names better

(Joey’s is prob. my favorite of the English names, but I still prefer Jonouchi). Also note for anyone who hasn’t read the manga - everyone has stronger personalities in it. I especially like Anzu. She has guts. Reminds me of most of the side female characters in Yu Yu Hakusho.

We’re introduced to the “bad guy” quite early, which helps keep the tension. His powers are activated with a cool cube thing, are super chilling, and involve lovely and creepy animation. I’m not sure what the ring of ghosts is for, but it’s certainly “I want to run away now.”

“And this is why you must vanish.” - Aigami

Funny, I actually like his fake name Aigami (he pretends to be a student at their school) much better than his actual name - wait for it - Diva. That’s his name.

I just. I just can’t. Can’t take him seriously when he’s named that.

I really like his design, especially how the longer parts of his hair move when he walks and when he switches to his true form they’re bound with gold rings.

He’s very pretty.

Terrible real name aside, there’s a scene where he takes care of some bullies to establish his powers, and it’s suitably creepy.

Also a weird scene where none of the main cast can remember his name or that he’s in their class, and then promptly forget their puzzlement. It’s very creepy.

Not only are his powers creepy, he means to flat out kill Yugi to prevent the Pharoah from returning (which would take his powers away.)

Or worse yet, he’ll send Yugi to a dimension created by Yugi’s own memories, which will slowly fade away until Yugi himself vanishes. He also refers to Yuigi as the “vessel of the Pharoah” which is both fascinating, rude, & creepy.

Aigami’s cube creatures in his deck are fascinating in terms of design & animation & certaintly fit him. However, I think combining it with an ancient civilization / Ancient Egyptian theme would help make his character stronger. (More on that in the “Could be Improved” section.)

I also put “bad guy” in quotes because, while he does some horrible things, he’s meant to be sympathetic. It’s not a bad character arc but rather forced, I guess to make room for the real bad guy, your favorite, the Millenium Ring Electric Hair Bakura.

Anyway. Some dialogue gems:

“I certainly didn’t go through all the trouble of bringing you here to dance.”

- Kiba to not!Atem before their duel.

“Pharaoh . . . You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to duel you.”

-Kiba, thinking to himself.

“After all, my scars of defeat run deep, Pharaoh . . . Inflict on your enemy an even greater wound - a defeat so resounding it leaves their soul crushed!”

- Kiba, being his typical melodramatic self, to not!Atem

“You can’t stand up to my power.” - Kiba to not!Atem

Atem - “I beg to differ.” (smirks)

“It’s true, I went through a great deal of trouble recreating the Pharoah’s deck, strategies, even his perfectly coiffed hair. In fact, that part is what took the longest . . . [But] it wasn’t the real Pharoah, so I didn’t beat him. And until I do, my scars of defeat continue to burn!” - Kiba, being a Drama Queen again

“Quiet, you sniveling sycophants!” - Kiba, to his poor, hard working staff / research and development team

*I want to say he isn’t this rude in the original series, but I could be wrong.

Kiba crunches a KibaCorp made water bottle, flings it.

“Fire whoever designed that water bottle. KibaCorp products shouldn’t bend so easily.”

“I’m just sending him away to a dimension he might not enjoy.”

- Aigami

“Good cannot grow from evil.” - Sara, sister of Aigami

“There are no limits when you’re as brilliant as Seto Kiba!”

- Kiba, after he defeats magic through sheer force of will, arrogance, & tech (also, he’s an incarnation of an Egyptian priest)

“You cower from power . . . while I . . . embrace it!”

- Kiba, to Aigami

(perfect encapsulation of Kiba - complete melodramatic-ness & obsession to be the best)

“It’s no monster . . . it’s a god.” - Seto Kiba

When the Pharoah does appear, it’s truly epic. Had this movie combined more ancient Egyptian feels with the slick high tech, + a bag guy with actual evil plan, it’d have been a complete bang up the elephant / perfect in my book.

Seriously, almost everyone was on point. But no movie’s perfect, which brings me to:

COULD HAVE USED IMPROVEMENT SECTION

Except what on earth did they do to poor Devlin and Bakura’s character’s designs? Seriously, they look awful, and they’re 2 of my favorite good looking YuGiOh! characters.

Also, “Plana” is a silly sounding word & should’ve been changed to . . .

IDK, something sounding more harsh, powerful, & / or related to the cube / memory / dimension changing themes going on.

Plana makes me think of plants, or the planet Earth.

Maybe it sounded cooler in Japanese?

IDEAS FOR A GRAND MIXED PLOT OF BOTH MOVIES - Dark Side of Dimensions + Pyramid of Light

Aigami is an ancient enemy kgosi (king) from another empire that often warred with Egypt (Syria? I have to research) & is dressed appropriately.

Aigami wants to drain Atem’s life force to revive himself. Locks Yugi & co. in the Millennium Puzzle. Possibly possesses Kiba. OR Kiba goes in the Puzzle too (has Kiba ever been in the Millennium Puzzle?) Mia flies a helicopter.

OR Atem gets locked inside the Millennium Puzzle & everyone else has to rescue him.

Are Yugi & good!Malik friends? Because I’d love for a chance for good! Malik to show up.

Pyramid of Light’s evil guy has a long term plan failure.

Actually, the final bad guy in Dark Side of Dimensions does to.

To the tune of, let’s cover the entire world in darkness / destroy it.

Why? Wouldn’t that make it impossible for you to keep existing? And even if it didn’t, wouldn’t such a life be boring?

Like I said, long term failure when it comes to evil plans.

Far better to drain a person’s life force or soul & inhabit their body instead.

#random #yugioh #yugi mutoh #yami yugi #dark side of dimensions #funny #think about it #i think this was going to be longer but it's been in my drafts forever so here you go #reading this made me want to watch the movie again #pyramid of light is also good but in different ways #Youtube

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goldenblueberry · 4 months

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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ-1-(ᗷᑌᑕKET ᒪIᔕT)

[ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ^ 1]

(ᗷᑌᑕKET ᒪIᔕT)

"_ 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭? _"

-January 1st, 1968

Hi, my name is Stargirl, I'm fourteen and have the shittest life in the world, Now if you probably asked any fourteen-year-old girl they probably say the same thing too that they have a shitty life but mine's top all of their life you want to know why well I going to fucking die in a year from lung cancer. Isn't that just fucking great?

You might be wondering where my parents are in all of this shit well no surprise they're at some bar in town probably drinking away somewhere and even if I told them they would just turn around and ask me who the fuck am I. Now I sitting outside of a hospital on a bench thinking about my life

I'm going to die not even knowing what life is about was the question on my mind. Well now that you know how shitty my life is there anything you could say to top that. "Well fuck what am I supposed to do now wait until my time runs out," I yell out loud groaning at my circumstances. Then an idea struck my brain I was running to the nearest gas station shop.

I was at the front of the gas station shop and opened the door I was in a hurry I went over to the cashier and noticed that some people were chatting behind the stand I could only recognize one person and that was Ponyboy. Ponyboy was Tall, slim, and had lightish-brown hair with greenish-gray colored eyes.

The only reason I recognized him was because we went to the same high school together. They all instantly looked at me I guess I looked kind of crazy I forgot I was still in the hospital gown the nurse gave me.

"Well shit"

I thought to myself.

"Hey do you guys have any notebooks and pens"I said the guys just kept on staring at me like I was insane before I had any more time to overthink the situation the guy finally spoke up and said "We have all the supplies at the back doll" "Thanks" I quickly say I rushed down to the back and find the supplies that I need.

I went to the cashier and placed the notebook and pen on the desk. I noticed when I had a close enough look at the cashier he had a tall slim body, dark-gold hair, and looked like he brushed it often. I went over to look at his uniform and noticed that he had on a pin that read Sodapop. So Sodapop his name is interesting. I guess I was staring a little too long because he looked at me and stated " You like what you see".

I quickly turned away and blushed a little bit "Oh sorry I was just thinking long and hard about how pretty you are" I said with a smirk on my face intentionally looking directly at him. He looked a little shocked for words but quickly recovered. "So how much is the notebook and pen" I said with a smile annoyering what I said earlier.

"That will be four dollars and twenty-five cents, doll," Sodapop said casually while lying back in his chair with a smirk. I went to my pockets to try to pull some spare cash out. Luckily I had 50 cents left over " Um Hey do you know how much it is for one pack of smoke" he responded by saying "It's 50 cents a pack hon'

"Ok I take one pack" I went over to Sodapop and placed 50 cents in his hands I went over to the shelf with a bunch of packs of smokes. I took one that said Pall Mall to be completely honest I never smoked a day in my life but why not try it now? I quickly rushed out of the gas station.

I went over to the small notebook in my hand and flipped to the first page. I thought for a while thinking what I should put on the first page of my little notebook "I got the perfect idea" I thought to myself. I stood there for a minute on the sidewalk I wrote this in big letters on the first page of my notebook.

' THIS IS STARGIRL FUCKING BOOK SO YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING FLIP THE NEXT PAGE '

Now the real fun begins on the next page, I wrote a bucket list of things I wanted to do before I died. I started to fill every single page in the small notebook writing stuff I wanted to do before I died. Well, I tried to think of every little thing I wanted to do before I died or at least tried to think of stuff that I could do with my life.

Huh, would you look at that I wrote about 365 things down on my bucket list to do before I died there were 365 days in a year I smirked to myself knowing that this year would be fucking epic and fucking nothing could ruin it!

'𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩...'

I was walking to the football field thinking maybe I could walk around a few laps before I went home and I noticed that there was a blue Mustang parked outside of the football field. The only thing that came up in my mind was Socs. "Damn, can't I just get a single second of peace," I thought to myself I didn't want anything to do with the Soc so I quickly turned around walking in the opposite direction of the football field.

"_AARRGHH_"

I heard what seemed like a guy yelling and hollering in pain it sounded like an angry bear hollering out. I completely stopped when I heard a scream coming from the football field I ran back to the football field and saw a bunch of Socs beating up what seemed to be a greaser. I race over to the Socs. One of them turned their action over to me "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here!"

Before he could say anything more I punched him straight across the face with a single blow he was laying on the floor with a bloody fucking nose. The rest of the guys stopped beating up the kid on the floor he looked around 17-18 years old. "What the hell who are you you pay for what you did to my friend," one of the guys said while walking towards me.

I saw the greaser on the floor slowly getting up since the guy's action was on me they didn't even know he was up he went over to one of the guys who had their back turned around not facing him and gave them a good whack/punch in the head that made the guy go straight to the ground.

While I was distracted looking at the graser beating the guy he punched to the ground one of the socs punched me sending me straight to the ground. Before the situation could get any worse I hurried and got up to go and run over to the greaser before I grabbed his hand. I squeezed his hand while I ran with him as fast as I could with the socs close to our tail. eventually, we lost them.

As soon as we were what seemed to be away from them. "So what's your name" I said while huffing out for air before I could hear his answer I quickly felt my eyes get heavy i wondered if I was going to pass out and if I did it would be because of that punch that soc gave me. But I did hear a faint voice say

"Johnny"

Before I could confirm anything I felt my vision getting black.

"Fuck I passing out"

Chapter 2 is coming soon, but if you can't wait, here's a link to the next part on my Wattpad. https://www.wattpad.com/user/StrawhatsCrew

#the outsiders #teen #romance #coming of age #sci fi #readers of tumblr #writters on tumblr #tw abuse

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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🦊 Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Manager Being s Foreign Exchange Student

Inarizaki x foreign manager (English as a 1st language)

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request! Update: my neck is slowly healing but I'm managing to write 1/2 headcannons a day! I'm thankfully about a week ahead so I'm hoping this gives me enough time to heal and keep ahead!

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Ok I just imagine being a foreign exchange student would be scary enough

But like being a foreign exchange student, managing the boys volleyball team AND attending Inarizaki 👀

Oof 😬

First off, Aran and Kita are so accepting

Aran definitely questions why you came to Inarizaki of all places 😅

Kita is totally one of those people that the school places new students with

Like he can walk backwards and direct attention to things without even a second thought 🙌🏻

I forgot to mention that this is your third year, which thank god 🙏🏻

Imagine if Atsumu had gotten ahold of you first 😅

Anyways, Kita begins to show you the lay of the land

Basic customs and etiquette that is practiced daily in school and in Japan

It's all very interesting!

Where you come from is very different from your new surroundings and a bit intimidating honestly

Kita will introduce you to Michinari and Omimi next

He's slowly integrating you yn 😊

Michinari is super interested in comparing cultural differences

Please he watches public television daily and his favorite shows are the travel shows ✋️

Omimi is more interested in you personally

Your likes? Dislikes? How you ended up here?

It's honestly a great introduction to high-school in a different country

Unfortunately for you YN, you can't have nice things 🙃

Now you are pretty fluent in Japanese but let's just say English is your first language

You have a basic knowledge and understanding down but it's different in practice

So when the final dismissal happens, you manage to somehow get lost

You misread a sign and ended up in a remote part of the school

A part of the school that just so happens to be home to the sports team rooms

You stop when you see a sign and grab your phone to help you translate

"What are you doing?"- Osamu, eating food and staring at you 😐🍙

"Umm I think im lost?"- you 😬

"Hey aren't you that new foreign exchange student?"- Ginjima says behind Osamu

"Yes I'm YN"- you, extending your hand to shake

They both look from your hand to you

"Oh Im sorry, I'm still getting use to the proper customs"- you

"Hey dumb- well well well who do we have here?"- Atsumu 😏

"Kita's gonna be mad if we don't get practice"- Suna just staring at his phone and walking past, completely oblivious

"Wait you know Kita?"- you

Atsumu will narrow his eyes at you 😑

You could be all of 5'0" tall and this man will still try to assert dominance 🙄

"What do you want with our captain?"- Atsumu

Osamu will roll his eyes and push Atsumu aside

"Kita has been helping me out. I'm just not sure where to go from here"- you, your eyes now welling with tears 🥺

"HEY" - Kita shouts as he and the other third years run to your side

"You guys better not have been bothering YN!"- Aran

"Atsumu was"- Suna

"I WAS NOT! TELL THEM YN!"- Atsumu

You don't speak

Osamu takes this as a verbal que to smack Atsumu 😅

"YN is from a different country you guys, make her feel welcome!"- Michinari

"That's so cool YN! You should be our Manager"- Ginjima, literally not even caring anymore

Mans wants a manager

He prayed 🙏🏻 for one

He's literally that desperate

"Ahhh I uhhh I'm not sure I'd be a good manager"- You 😅

"Nonsense! You'll do fine!"- Ginjima is literally dragging you to the gym

Ok guess you have no choice YN 🤣

Kita doesn't say anything because like he wants a manager too

And like you're cute soooo 👀

Anyways, that's how you become the manager

You soon find yourself being very immersed in everything

Eating meals with the team to pregame exchanges are all a learning experience

And you make your fair share of mistakes 😐

It happens YN, we all make mistakes

But unfortunately Atsumu is on your team and like you know 🙄

"Geez YN, you've been here for what? 2 months? Haven't you learned anything?"- Atsumu

He's an actual menace to society

#bullyatsumu2022

Osamu smacks him ✋️

Kita simply 🎆pretends🎆 he doesn't see it

He can watch the recording on Suna's Instagram story later 🤣

Eventually, you start getting the hang of traditions, customs, and etiquette

Also you learn the quirks of the team

Like how strick Kita is with his cleaning

How to motivate Suna

How to reassure Aran and Ginjima

How truly annoying Atsumu is 😅

Your true test comes in the form of nationals

You managed to survive the holiday season in Japan with the help of Kita

Seriously he literally made sure you had the whole experience

When it came to Nationals however, you were unprepared

Sure you had seen big sporting events but this...

This was a whole other level!

Seriously there is 104 teams 😅

To say it's chaotic would be an understatement 😅

Luckily for you, Aran and Michinari are there to hold your hand

Seriously it's like walking in a forest YN hold on!

You take to your tasks much as you normally do

That is until you see an orange haired child starting at you 👁👄👁

You jump a little because Hinata can be all "children if the corn" when he wants to be

"Hey you aren't from here are you? Are you lost?"- Hinata

You just look around, finally pointing at yourself

"No im the manager for Inarizaki"- you

"Oh nice! I'm Hinata and I'm a middle blocker for Karasuno. Are you sure you're from around here?"

"Well I'm actually a foreign exchange student but I'm managing Inarizaki for the year! Oh and my name is YN"

Hinata is blown alway that you are from a different country

Lile he will literally pop a squat next to you and just talk

It's actually really sweet

Until it's ruined 🙄😒

"You're that little ginger who jumps around Tobio all the time"- Atsumu says coming up behind Hinata

"What do you want with YN?"- Suna

You 👉🏻😐🙄

Hinata 👉🏻 I uhhh 👁👄👁

"He was just talking with me! He's been really sweet"- you

Apparently those are triggering words for our boys YN

"Youve never called me sweet before YN"- Atsumu

"That's because you're not"- you 😐

Ouch 🤣

"Good one YN"- Osamu coming up besides you

Poor Hinata is now crowded by Inarizaki members 😅

"Just for the record YN, I never liked you"- Atsumu

"I like you YN"- Hinata 🥺

"HEY BACK OFF OUR MANAGER"- Atsumu

Seriously you get whiplash from this man 😐

"Lets go YN"- Suna, grabbing your hand and pulling you away

Honestly he's saving you 😅

I'd say you've handled your transition to a foreign country well YN 😍

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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Play Ground Days

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine

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*gif isnt mine*

“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.

“How the hell—” Carl started.

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled.

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes.

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips.

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder.

“What?” Lip asked.

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

“What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey.

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

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4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window.

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged.

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps.

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked.

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically.

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since.

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him.

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently.

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was.

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register.

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled.

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked.

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled.

“Good,” Carl said.

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled.

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table.

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked.

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said.

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked.

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach.

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled.

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded.

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that.

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked.

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered.

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n.

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered.

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away.

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said.

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said.

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking.

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates.

“Yeah,” Carl nodded.

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes.

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked.

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces.

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said.

“You sure?” Carl asked.

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car.

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked.

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked.

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street.

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game.

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen.

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked.

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her.

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed.

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said.

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said.

“Deal,” Carl nodded.

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill.

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down.

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested.

“Sure,” Carl nodded.

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch.

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house.

“Hey, guys,” Carl said.

“Hey,” Ian smiled.

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded.

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows.

“I… am I?” Carl asked.

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked.

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help.

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously.

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said.

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested.

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said.

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up.

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee.

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled.

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand.

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here.

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts.

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly.

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled.

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck.

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned.

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion.

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained.

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”

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Well, I’ve decided that apart from saying goodbye with a gif, I’m gonna start saying hello with a gif too, just like that. I’m crazy like that 🤣

Anyhow, I really woke up early today after another shitty night’s sleep in Barcelona so as to watch the circus, which cost me like a ton of effort, but it actually ended up being SO worth it, honestly. What a race! Holy hell, that was nuts, who would’ve thought the new Albert Park could give us so much in such a short time? I didn’t, that’s for sure, even though the weekend as a whole was quite a surprise.

First, we got Carlos losing positions right from the start (5 of them, to be exact) and then fucking shit up in Lap 3 and just like that, he was OUT. Not a Carlos fan, so one down, so many others to go. As laps went by, we saw how Seb lost the car again and was out too. Pretty shitty weekend for him and being his first race weekend this season, even worse. My poor man just wanted to drive and he couldn’t even have that. At least he hasn’t been penalized again. Aston Martin, please give man something good to work with, I’M BEGGING YOU.

Then we have our Australian Sunshine ending up 6th in his home race, which is pretty nice seeing his previous home races didn’t end up very well at all. However, I’ve read around my main account’s dashboard that apparently Mclaren asked him not to push Lando, who was already struggling, even though he was going much better overall, which if true, is very shitty. I see, in that case, that Mclaren haven’t changed their ways towards Daniel in the slightest, even in his home race, which is even worse. I’m sorry, I know Max knows them both well and I know what he said about what we all saw on DTS, but I for one believe that’s one of the few true narratives on the drama Netflix tends to creat around the F1 show tbh, for what I’ve heard/seen throughout my whole update process on the things I’ve missed these last few years before this new season started.

Then, there’s my beloved Demonic Sharl, doing his thing on his own with barely anyone to give him crap during the race, except for maybe the Safety Cars, which he almost complained about until he realized they couldn’t really do more than what they were already doing. His words. That’s so Charles honestly and I love it. Even at that point in a race where he’s building up some frustration like any of us would in his shoes, he’s capable of thinking first and not saying anything before having done so. Plus, he really shone when asking his engineer if he could go for Fastest Lap even though he already got a few of those at that point, which made it all the more hilarious. Their interaction really was fun to watch. He got Pole, Fastest Lap, lead every lap during the race, won the race AND was elected Driver of the Day as well, securing his Grand Slam. How cool is that? I’m so happy for him, really, I can’t help it, he just makes me smile with how good/funny he is. I mean, look at him, he already forgot that he learnt to wink back in Bahrain and now he can’t! He’s adorable.

What made me even happier than Charles’ weekend, was some Dutch driver DNFing. Highlight of my weekend. Talk to me about unreliable, huh? Really nice shit, only thing I missed was Checo DNFing too and that would’ve been the cherry on top, but I guess getting 2 for the price of 1 is a lot to ask for, so sacrificing #0 will have to do. Maybe even Horner ends up playing the same shit on him that he’s played on the rest of his previous drivers and moves Checo to 1st driver and leaves him for dead, who knows.

But, and this is a big but, I still can’t find the words for Mercedes. It seems to me, and I’m talking about what I see from my perspective, like they’ve given up on the Championship, or at least, on Lewis’ chance to get his 8th title. Don’t get me wrong, I love George and he truly did an amazing job (so far, he has in all races) and really deserved that 3rd place, so I’m happy for him, as all of us should be. However, what I see when it comes to Lewis, is that after last season’s ending, Toto’s promise at the end of DTS that “everyone will have targets on their backs” this year, and everything, not only have they build a tractor instead of a car but they also aren’t really helping Lewis as much as they should, in general.

What I’m saying is, George will have more than enough time to get a ton of podiums with Mercedes, I’m sure of it, but this year was the time to really help Lewis come back stronger than he already did (motivation wise, at least) on his own, help him finally achieve what he was robbed of last year, to get payback for all the shit he was put through thanks to our friends at RBR especially. Mercedes have won 8 WCC and 7 of them were thanks to Lewis mainly, there’s no point in denying it, because that’s how it is. They can build a hell of a car, but without a decent (or better even, the BEST) driver to push it to its limits, there’s no wins, no points, no WCC, no nothing. And if they’ve really given up the way I said before, if I’m proven right on this, they would have let down someone who deserves nothing less than to achieve finally what should’ve been his already, and also all of us who truly believe in them and in him and want to see him competing for a long time still.

What kills me is that he’s still very happy with just this after the shit he went through last year, because he knows how far that car’s limitations go, and it just makes me angrier. He’s obviously the better person and too good for his own good and ours, but I’m not, I’m a cunt, I’ll gladly be the worse person in his place. I truly hope that Mercedes prove me wrong. It’s not about winning per se, it’s about so much more than that after last year. Defending Sir Lewis Hamilton online isn’t enough, I need a gun.

Enough with the ranting for this week. We’ll have to wait until Imola to see if real changes come and this season takes a real turn for the better at least. Waiting another 2 weeks will be hard and I believe I have to work Saturday 23rd, so I’ll watch FP3 and the Quali session while at work. Who cares? Not me, that’s for sure. I’ll be watching, like a hawk. Okay, alright, two coffees with this much sugar really are affecting my brain more than the caffeine itself, so I’m just gonna leave this here for you darlings. Plus, I have a plane to catch 🥲

Peace out and see in another 2 weeks, unless there’s something interesting enough in the mean time until then.

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