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okay since ur req is open rn i have an idea and ofc i don’t mind waiting, take ur time w it! basically it’s a neteyam x reader angst + fluff (oblivious idiots + opposites attract trope) whereby reader is loak’s bestfriend, who also has a crush on neteyam but keeps it a secret bcs she thought neteyam sees her as another troublesome little sibling like loak but what she doesn’t know is that neteyam also has a crush on her but he thought she sees him only as loak’s boring and non adventurous older brother. idk how it should go from that but can you please PLEASE ends it w fluff 🙏 thank you in advance! feel free to change anything and take as much time as you’d need bby 💓

Thank you for your request anon! 😁 I got on to this a lot quicker than I thought as my ideas for it came to me & boy did it just flow! I thought it was going to be a quick drabble, but holy moly, how have I ended up with 11.3k words of angst, drama, romance & sweet, sweet fluff! I hope you love it, anon! And I hope everyone else enjoys it too!

"Your Best Friend's Brother"

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader No warnings apply - Just a boat-load of angst, drama, protective & possessive Neteyam, romance & toe-curling fluff. Again, I personally do not like the use of 'Y/N' so your name in this is 'Kalia' (pronounced KAA-lee-yah). Language note - paskalin means 'sweet berry' and it's a term of endearment.

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~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

Neteyam trudged through the verdant underbrush of the woodlands following the sound of playful slapping and squealing in the distance where he was sure he would find you and Lo’ak. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, wondering what mischief and hazardous activities you would both be getting up to today. Fiddling with the string of his bow across his front, he readjusted his bow to sit more comfortably across his torso. The little leather pack that contained his carving implements and bow oil bounced lightly at his hip as he walked.

Granted, it was nice having days off from his warriors’ duties. Group hunts and patrols could be strenuous depending on the game being hunted and the distance travelled, so the days where he could just relax on home ground and let loose were appreciated. Until his parents foisted the responsibility of keeping Lo’ak out of trouble on him…

Lo’ak was only a year younger than him, but Neteyam often ruminated and marvelled at how his brother’s maturity level was still leagues behind his own. Of course, being the oldest child did force one to grow up a little too quickly, but at already seventeen years of age, one would think that Lo’ak would have a better compass and not such a huge proclivity for getting into trouble.

If Neteyam was honest, the only thing that made the days he had to babysit his brother bearable was you.

You and Lo’ak might as well be joined at the hip. The best of friends since you could both walk, everywhere Lo’ak went, you went with him. Every stupid little game or dangerous stunt Lo’ak pulled, you were right there beside him. You had always tagged along with Lo’ak and his other siblings. So, for the longest time, Neteyam had not thought much of the way things were and it had not bothered him; you and Lo’ak, the disruptive duo.

However, things had begun to shift ever so subtly for Neteyam as he grew older, as you all did, growing and maturing into young adults. The older he got, the more he noticed you. His body started to react and respond to you in a way that made him increasingly aware that he was a young man and you were a young woman.

Neteyam began to notice the way your beautiful braids brushed the small of your back. He began to notice the enticing way your slim waist flared out to the curve of your hips and your bottom; the soft rounds of your breasts behind your clothing…

It had hit him quite suddenly one evening and things had never been the same since.

*** FLASHBACK ***

“Kalia!” Neteyam heard Tuk cry gleefully. His little sister bounced through his family’s shelter to throw herself at you, uncaring of the thumping impact she made against your thighs. Your laugh was jovial as you bent to give Tuk a hug, expertly balancing the wooden platter you held in your other hand.

Neteyam watched as you greeted his parents politely at the threshold, stepping into the space only when his mother welcomed you in with a wave of her hand. Neytiri embraced you affectionately and returned your greeting, “Oel ngati kameie, Kalia. Come in. What wonderful food have you brought to spoil us with today?”

The wooden platter held two mounds, one much bigger than the other, both wrapped in cooking cloth. You gently set the platter down in the centre of the space where the food mats were, “Mother and I have been practising making tumpasuk (red-orange berry) sweet bread. This batch was quite successful so we thought we’d share.”

“Ah, you know your cooking is always welcome in my household.” Jake sniggered, patting his belly enthusiastically.

Reaching back towards the platter, you picked up the smaller wrapped mound of bread and rose to your feet. Neteyam saw you scan the vicinity and his heart gave an involuntary skip when your vivid green eyes eventually landed on him and your gazes locked. A small smile played across your lips and he was suddenly drawn to how succulent they looked, a thought that made his ears heat in embarrassment.

You made your way towards him and Neteyam had to make a conscious effort to close his mouth and school his expression into one of nonchalance, lest his face betray the sensual thoughts that his brain had begun to annotate about you as you approached. You had grown very pretty in recent years and despite the nuisance that you and Lo’ak always presented, Neteyam realised that you had always been a very sweet girl. A very sweet, very pretty girl.

“Hey Neteyam,” Your voice was a tender lilt in his ears and he lifted his hands to receive the small mound as you held the sweet treat out to him in both of yours, “This one is for you.”

Neteyam swallowed tightly, hoping the heat in his cheeks and ears were not colouring his skin too obviously, “Thanks, Kalia. I’m sure it’ll taste amazing, as always.”

The soft peal of your giggling tickled his ears then and Neteyam had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke your cheek. Your cyan skin looked so smooth and he was willing to bet that it would be warm and silken beneath his fingertips. The little points of your canines peaked out endearingly from behind your upper lip as you grinned and Neteyam’s nose was suddenly perceptive of an alluring scent that he knew was not the sweetbread in his hands.

“I put more dried tumpasuk berries in yours, as well a little extra rock sugar. I know you like yours sweeter.” You murmured quietly to him.

Neteyam returned your smile, silently allowing himself to bask in the feeling of being looked after specially by you. “I do, you’re right. Thanks again.”

“Hey!” Lo’ak’s voice grated from off to the side, “Why does Neteyam always get his own special treat? I thought I was your best friend!”

“You are, which is why it’s you and I that always get up to no good together.” You agreed heartily, “But your poor brother is the one who has to put up with our shit, so I figured we better thank him?”

Neteyam’s heart sank a little. Oh, was that why he always got his own treat? You were just thanking him as Lo’ak’s babysitter big brother. He suddenly felt a lot less special than he did a few moments ago…

*** FLASHBACK END ***

That had been just over a year ago and ever since then, Neteyam had grown more and more critical of your friendship with Lo’ak. Your spirited friendship with his brother seemed more at odds now to him than it ever had before. You had matured into a young woman who appeared to have her head screwed on the right way, kind-hearted and generous with good instincts. Yet all of this seemed to vaporise into thin air the moment you were around Lo’ak.

Neteyam did not understand why you persisted on accompanying his brother on his silly little escapades, playing stupid games like seeing who could pinch and punch the other the hardest. By Eywa, Neteyam had wanted to punch Lo’ak the day he had seen the bruises and marks he had left on your shoulders and arms. The thought of someone intentionally causing you pain and marring your beautiful skin made his blood boil, even though he knew that you had willingly participated in the ridiculous exercise.

But most of all, Neteyam hated the way Lo’ak’s recklessness endangered you.

Not that this meant he cared any less for Lo’ak’s safety than yours. He loved his brother and all his other siblings immensely and there was a natural desire on his part to keep them all safe. However, his impulse to protect you felt different. It was not rooted in the same place of familial love and affection he felt for his siblings. Instead, the strong urge he felt to protect you rather stemmed from his attraction to you as a male was to a female he was interested in.

If Neteyam had his way, you would never go on another irresponsible adventure with Lo’ak ever again. And this put him at odds with his brother. However, he acknowledged that getting in the way of your friendship would be wrong and he knew it would sour things overall for all three of you.

Neteyam had to find a way to curb this newfound possessiveness that he felt for you. You were not his and he was nothing more to you than your best friend’s older brother. His role was to keep an eye on Lo’ak; keep Lo’ak out of trouble and he would keep you out of trouble by default. Simple as that. Nothing more.

Your squeals and peals of laughter became clearer as Neteyam rounded the corner of a lush coppice into a glade of fyìpmaut (squid fruit) trees. Sure enough, as expected, there were you and Lo’ak, chasing each other round the glade with bits of squashed fruit in your fists, stained almost from head to toe in bright pink squid fruit residue.

Perhaps this was a good time to tell you both that fyìpmaut fruit juice stained almost permanently on whatever it came into contact with…

~~ Your POV ~~

“Lo’ak, you sucker!” You yelled out, darting out of the way as Lo’ak attempted to grab hold of you to smear you further with squid fruit, “I’ve got way more fruit on you than you have on me!”

“Yeah? Well I beat you earlier at seed-spitting, so we’re even.”

The glade of squid fruit trees were in high season currently, the trees around you bursting with bright purple fruit. The fruit hung in bunches, much like utumauti (banana fruit). Each piece of fruit was like a long, squidgy antenna, full of magenta coloured flesh that had five or six stony seeds in them.

Fresh from your run through the woodlands earlier with rumbling stomachs, it had been Lo’ak’s idea to stop and feast on your find. What had begun as a sweet and innocent snack-stop had soon turned playful when Lo’ak had challenged you to see who could spit the seeds the furthest. Seeds were spat, a winner was crowned and then you, against your better judgement, had decided to hurl a handful of pulverised fruit at him. War then ensued, which led you both to the present moment, sticky, breathless and dyed bright pink.

Lo’ak flung another piece of squashed fruit at you, which you only just managed to duck out of the way of, laughing, “Ok, alright! Truce?”

Your best friend snorted at the sight of you, “You’ve got it all up in your hair. You’re going to have to scrub your braids out and re-do them all!”

You launched yourself at Lo’ak, tackling him to the ground in a jumble of mock hisses and snarls, before a familiar voice plucked you both out of your tussle.

“Mum is going to twist your ears so hard they’ll fall off, Lo’ak.”

Startled, you shot to your feet at Neteyam’s voice. Self-consciousness overwhelmed you and you avoided meeting his gaze. Great Mother, you must look a mess… Did Lo’ak just say you had fruit in your hair?... You began a futile attempt to clean up by swiping at the bits of fruit on your arms and legs, trying to flick and rub the tacky mess from your skin and clothing.

“Ah, here comes the killjoy. Why is Mum going to twist my ears, bro?” Lo’ak queried, joining you at your side, following your lead and partaking in a fruitless attempt to clean up.

Neteyam’s toned legs came into your downcast view as he stepped up to the pair of you, and you instinctively looked up to acknowledge him. Your saliva dried up in your mouth as it always did when you laid eyes on him. Your quiet crush on him was getting rather out of hand in the confines of your own consciousness. You would never admit to all the times you had daydreamed girlishly of Neteyam, of all the things a girl wanted a boy she liked to do to her; holding his hand; a slow dance in the fading light of a dying bonfire; a kiss…

You had never admitted your feelings to anyone and especially not to Lo’ak. He would never let you live it down, crushing on his older brother. Though you knew Lo’ak had his suspicions about the way you felt.

Lo’ak thought his older brother was a dull and uninspiring killjoy, but if you were honest, you found that Neteyam’s maturity only added to the already large number of reasons you found him attractive. He was gentle, thoughtful, extremely loyal to those he cared about and one of the most skilled warriors the Omatikaya had ever seen. And he was very handsome… compassionate, intellectual, with a lovely deep voice… Your list went on.

“Squid fruit juice stains.” Neteyam stated matter-of-factly, “It’s going to take a lot of scrubbing to get it off your skin. As for your clothing, the stains will never wash out of cloth. These clothes you’re wearing are ruined, both of you.”

You heard Lo’ak bite back a curse as he fiddled with the fabric of his loincloth. It had been a lovely moss green before, but thanks to the addition of the squid fruit juice, it was now a rather unappealing shade of splotchy browns. You sighed, looking at your own ruined chest covering and loincloth. Your clothing had been a shade of lilac and while the magenta-coloured fruit juice did not contrast quite as jarringly against the fabric of your clothing as it did on Lo’ak’s, the stains were still clearly stains. There was no way the splodges would ever pass for artistic embellishment.

“At least, we didn’t get up to any dangerous shit today.” Lo’ak mused, elbowing Neteyam who sprang away lightly from his juice-covered brother with a chuckle.

“Good. We don’t need a repeat of the rock slide incident from the other week.” Neteyam cautioned, pursing his lips, “You could have both gotten really hurt from that.”

“Eh, it was fine. Kalia rolled out of the way in the end, didn’t you?” Lo’ak slapped you heavy-handedly on the back and you winced slightly in pain.

“It was a very close shave. And watch your strength, bro. Don’t be so rough with her.” The rebuke from Neteyam was delivered in an even tone, but there was an authority behind it that made Lo’ak roll his eyes.

“We should probably go and wash as best as we can before heading home.” You exhaled, feeling the stick of the fruit juice between your fingers, “The juice is starting to dry and it’s getting itchy.”

Neteyam was eyeing you up and down with an insouciant expression that betrayed very little of what he might be thinking and feeling in that moment. You were used to this. Neteyam very rarely displayed strong emotion or had dramatic reactions. He was always calm and collected. If Lo’ak was a jaunty and splashing stream, Neteyam was a deep and tranquil lake.

However, his intent gaze only fired the coals of your self-consciousness and you began to pick worriedly through the soiled braids of your hair. You realised then that there were small, drying bits of fruit still clinging to the backs of your fingers, and you stuck your fingers into your mouth one by one, trying to the best of your efforts to suck them clean.

You heard Neteyam suck in a deep breath through his nose and he spun away from you, beginning to amble back the way he came, “There’s a split in the stream farther back where you can both wash. Come on, we want to get back before eclipse.”

Heat flushed your face and ears and you swallowed the lump of shame in your throat. You probably looked absolutely feral, covered in gummy fruit bits and your hair all dishevelled. What girl ever wanted the boy she had a crush on to see her like this? You cursed your short-sightedness. You had known today was Neteyam’s day off and that you would likely see him.

You took a lot of pride in your appearance usually. Your mother always ensured your braids were impeccably done and you had an array of jewellery and clothing that you enjoyed picking through, deciding what you wanted to wear from day to day. Part of the reason was because you enjoyed being well put together, and the other reason was that you wanted to look good for your best friend’s older brother.

Following Lo’ak and Neteyam as they began their walk back to the stream, you mentally chastised yourself. Neteyam probably thought of you as a second nuisance. He already had Lo’ak to contend with from day to day and there you always were, getting into messy situations right along with him. You knew it did not make you look good, but you loved hanging out with Lo’ak. He was your dearest friend and he made you laugh with all his folly.

Reaching the split in the stream, Neteyam nodded towards one side, “Lo’ak and I will take this side. You can wash on the other. We’ll all meet back here when we’re done.”

“OK, got it.” You nodded in understanding.

“Kalia?”

You turned to face Neteyam at the sound of your name, your ears twitching curiously as you wondered why he had called out again.

Neteyam shot you a toothy grin and he chuckled, clearly tickled by something, “Make sure you wash your face really well. You’ve still got squid fruit pieces on your nose and forehead.”

Mortified, your hands flew to your face and sure enough, your fingers met something stodgy in the centre of your forehead. Cursing under your breath you turned on heel and strode for the stream on your side, secretly enjoying the sound of Neteyam’s husky laughter even though it made your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Wading into the stream, you stopped once the cool water pooled around your hips, not wanting to go any deeper. You had never been comfortable in deep or rushing water. From childhood, you had always had an irrational fear of water. All attempts to teach you to swim had failed, as a result. You could tread water at best, but that could not be considered proper swimming. No matter, you had never held any desire to join the fisherfolk in their work hunting fish and gathering other river prey anyway.

Reaching to draw a cupful of water in your hands, you splashed yourself all over to moisten your skin. You began your arduous process of intently cleaning the fruit stains from your skin, knowing that this was the easy part. Washing your hair would be an even bigger task. You cleaned gently around a bad scrape on your left elbow, careful not to dislodge the healing scab that had formed there.

In the repetitive monotony of splashing, scrubbing and dunking, it was easy for your thoughts to drift back to that fateful day a few weeks ago when you earned that scrape. You had acquired several other grazes and cuts on your thighs and knees that same day too. It was also one of the few days you had ever seen Neteyam abandon his usually measured and composed demeanour in a rare display of emotion…

*** FLASHBACK ***

“I’ve got more rocks than you do.” You teased in a sing-song voice as you watched Lo’ak eye the broken cliff face before you, trying to decide which piece of rock he wanted to dislodge next.

“Yeah, but the rocks in my pile are bigger.” Lo’ak countered, “They’re riskier moves than the tiny little pebbles you’ve picked off.”

It was a dicey game you were playing, and once again it was all Lo’ak’s idea. There was an overhanging arch on the damaged cliff face that stood before you and the aim was to take turns dislodging as many rocks as possible before the overhang crumbled down.

“I thought that the person with the most rocks when the overhang crumbles, wins? Not the person with the biggest rocks.”

Sticking his tongue out at you, Lo’ak picked another hefty looking stone and set his foot on it, attempting to dislodge it with his body’s weight, “Nah, I’ve changed the rules. Person with the most amount of big rocks wins.”

Several smaller stones crumbled from the overhang, smacking and rolling loudly onto the ground in a precarious song of warning at the danger they were trifling with.

“That’s so unfair, you skxawng!” You whined peevishly, “You can’t change the rules partway through the game! Stop being a dick.”

“How about the both of you just stop entirely?” Neteyam’s voice called out as he appeared at the treeline. He had left the two of you for a bit to go down to the river to refill all your waterskins, and look what mischief you had both managed to get up to in that short span of time.

Lo’ak threw his arms up in the air, exasperated, “Nah, don’t ruin the fun, Neteyam. I’ve almost won anyway!”

“Are you kidding me, bro?” Neteyam exclaimed, aghast as he looked from his brother to you and then to your respective piles of rock, “Stop right now. That overhang is going to fall at any moment and it’s dangerous. Get away from there.”

“That’s the whole point, bro! We’re trying to see who can dislodge the most rocks before it crumbles.”

“Is it the most rocks or the biggest rocks?! You keep changing it!” You squealed in frustration. Both you and Lo’ak had strong competitive streaks, and neither of you liked losing.

Sensing your genuine upset, Lo’ak acquiesced and proposed a final tie-break challenge, “Alright, alright! How about this? You see that big rock over by you and this big one here by me? Whoever dislodges it first wins the whole game, once and for all. Never mind our piles.”

“No, no way. Stop it, both of you. We’re leaving now!” Neteyam hissed gravely.

However, neither you nor Lo’ak were paying him any attention. Narrowing your eyes at your best friend, you considered his proposal. You looked at the size of the rock Lo’ak had picked out for you, noted its position and then looked over at the rock he had assigned himself. Yours appeared to be in a better position. It was not wedged in as tightly to the cliff face as his was. You reckoned you could do it.

“Deal.” You called out to Lo’ak, who hooted in triumph despite Neteyam’s snarl of vexation at his side.

Both of you got stuck in immediately, feet and hands all intent on dislodging your respective rocks. Yours wobbled in its spot and you barked out a laugh of impending victory.

Several small rocks fell from overhead then and a thunderous crash echoed from above. What happened next happened so quickly that you were unsure if it had been your rock or Lo’ak’s that had caused the aftermath. The overhang disintegrated in a flash and a slew of mud and jagged rocks came pouring at speed over the edge where the overhang had been.

A cry of surprise left you and you stumbled backwards, tripping and falling painfully onto your side. Instinctively you rolled away from the surge of the rock slide and curled into foetal position, hands and arms over your head with your knees pressed to your chest.

The deafening roar of the rock slide dissipated, leaving a swirling cloud of dust and debris. Its gritty and granular texture stung your nose and you thought you could feel the grainy scratch of the tainted air all the way down your windpipe and into your lungs as you coughed violently.

Slowly uncurling your form, you tested your joints in small movements. You were scratched and scraped, but nothing felt broken or seriously injured. You could faintly make out Lo’ak and Neteyam’s worried voices as they called out to you, and you responded through a tickly throat, “I’m here! I’m OK!”

The rock slide was massive. It had divided you and separated you from the boys where you all stood in a raised wall of rock and mud. Thankfully you were out in the open and so you were not trapped. You just had to climb over the wreckage to get back to the other side.

You saw the rocks at the uppermost part of the wreckage shift and Neteyam’s head poked over the peak, closely followed by Lo’ak who cried, “Oh, shit! Kalia!”

The pair of brothers climbed gingerly over the apex of the wreckage, sliding downward on the slope towards you.

Neteyam reached you first though and you were gradually helped to your feet by his strong and firm hands. His eyes were wide and his breaths rushed from him in harsh pants while he checked you over. He circled you, gently lifting your arms as he went around, looking for any sign of serious injury. He crouched down then to look at the grazes on your legs.

You were a little shaken by the scare of the rock slide, but you were fine and you patted Neteyam’s hands where they clutched at your hips, his eyes focused on a graze along your thigh, “I’m fine, Neteyam. Nothing is broken. They’re only skin wounds.”

His eyes locked with yours for a few moments and they blazed with fury in their golden depths. He rose to his feet and you were prepared for him to berate you, but he swivelled around to Lo’ak instead and unleashed his ire, “You fucking moron! What were you thinking? No, I’ll tell you what, you weren’t thinking! This could have ended so much worse than it has! You should know better than this!”

Lo’ak shrivelled under his brother’s wrath and Neteyam returned his livid eyes to you, “You should know better. Both of you!”

Neteyam was almost vibrating with his rage. His nose was wrinkled and his upper lip was curled back in a snarl. You shrank at the sight, your shame consuming you as his words sunk in. He was right; you and Lo’ak had been extremely reckless.

Frankly, you were lucky to have escaped with your lives.

*** FLASHBACK END ***

That was another thing that you discovered you adored about Neteyam. He forgave easily and he never held a grudge.

You smiled to yourself at the thought. Neteyam had been angry for all of ten minutes at most, before he reverted to his usual caring and concerned self. You appreciated his kindly nature for what it was. Lo’ak, on the other hand, enjoyed pushing people’s buttons and you knew he took his brother’s forgiving nature for granted by always testing his boundaries.

The true blue of your own skin stared back at you as you surveyed your torso and your limbs. Your face felt fresh and your hair, though sopping wet, no longer felt tacky. Satisfied with your scrubbing efforts, you waded back to the mossy bank of the stream where your clothing lay. You had tried to wash those too, but no amount of scouring and wringing had freed the stains from the cloth.

Dressing quickly, you met the boys back at the agreed spot.

Lo’ak’s skin still looked purple in places and his jaw dropped at the squeaky-clean sight of you, “How’d you get all of it off you like that?”

You gloated a little at your job well done and smirked at him, “Good and proper scrubbing. Something you’d know nothing about. If you did, you’d smell better in general too.”

The comment elicited an offended gasp from Lo’ak and a hearty laugh from Neteyam who, despite having not partaken in their juicy fruit war, had also taken the opportunity to bathe.

“I don’t smell bad!” Lo’ak protested, chest puffing with indignance.

You laughed and teased your friend further, “No, you don’t smell bad, but you don’t smell good either.”

Neteyam stepped up to you then and your breath hitched on your next inhale. You hoped he had not noticed. Unlike his brother, Neteyam smelled very good to you. He scent was a clean musk like fresh forest greenery with a tinge of something spicy underneath.

“You did a good job scrubbing, but you missed a spot.” The rich depth of Neteyam’s voice swept over you like a warm caress and you held your breath like you had somehow lost the ability to respire like a normal person. You saw him reach out with a hand and then his thumb swiped slowly and deliberately at something high on your forehead near your hairline.

His hand pulled away and you registered a small pink glob of squid fruit on his thumb just as said thumb disappeared into his mouth to suck the digit clean. Neteyam’s intense gaze never left yours as he pulled his thumb unhurriedly from between his lips. A delightful shiver raced down your spine, and your girlish daydreams churned their way to the forefront of your mind when you saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips one last time.

Neteyam turned then to lead the trio of you away back towards home and you vaguely registered your numb and tingling legs following suit alongside Lo’ak.

A revolted groan sounded from Lo’ak and it pulled you back to reality from the daydream you had been immersed in. Your head pivoted to meet his face, which was contorted into a disgusted moue, “What is it, Lo’ak?”

“Stop eyeing up my brother’s ass.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Truthfully, you had been admiring Neteyam’s rear, but you were not about to admit that. Scrambling for cover and trying to worm your way out of the hole you had found yourself in, you stuttered, “I wasn’t! I was looking at his- umm, at his-”

“Ass.” Lo’ak supplied again, deadpan.

“No!” You hissed under your breath. Neteyam was walking a little way ahead of the both of you, but you were careful to keep your volume down. “I was looking at his tail!”

A sarcastic scoff was your best friend’s response and he eyed you calculatingly, his expression dripping with his disbelief, “Because tails are so interesting. Come on, Kalia, don’t lie to me. I know you find my brother attractive. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Stubborn and resolute in your plan not to admit the truth, you shook your head, “Nope.”

Lo’ak laughed, the stray beaded braid that wasn’t tucked behind his ear swinging charmingly with the movements of his head, “Oh, so I suppose you just look at everyone like that? All moony-eyed? Hell, do you look at my ass like that when I’m not looking?”

“Eww! No! Gross!”

What ensued was a series of pinches, slaps and squeals as you squabbled. Neteyam halted in his tracks and he turned to see what all the commotion was about with a questioning look on his face.

Unable to resist the opportunity for another jibe at you, Lo’ak called out to him, “Oi, turn back around bro. You’re ruining the view.”

You felt the blood rush to your face and ears and you knew instantly that you were flushing a deep shade of violet. You slapped the back of Lo’ak’s thigh hard and satisfaction bloomed within you when he gave a pained yowl in reaction to it.

~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

Seeing that you were both just bickering again as you often were, Neteyam gave a weary shake of his head and resumed walking. He had missed the meaning of Lo’ak’s cryptic comment, but he had not missed the deep blush staining its way across your smooth cheeks. He smiled to himself. You looked so beautiful when you blushed.

The bright pink of the squid fruit juice against your blue skin earlier had also coloured your complexion a lovely purple hue and it had reminded him very much of your blushing skin. The fruit juice had been smeared all over you; in your hair, on your face, your neck, your chest… And you had looked like a mouth-watering mess to him.

Neteyam felt saliva pool in his cheeks at the memory. By Eywa, he had wanted to clean your skin off himself with his own mouth and tongue. He had wanted to kiss you and taste the sweetness of the squid fruit on your plump lips. He had wanted to lick the gummy bits of fruit from your slender fingers and trail his tongue over every stained part of you until you were clean.

When you had sucked your own fingers into your mouth in the next moment, his thoughts had darkened even further. The sight of your succulent lips wrapped around your fingertips had been incredibly arousing, and he had forced himself to turn away when the next image his very male brain had supplied was of your sweet lips wrapped around something else of his.

He halted his thoughts immediately at the recollection. This had to stop. He had to find a way to distract himself from hankering after you. You were his baby brother’s best friend, for goodness sake.

A feeling of futility swamped Neteyam when the next remark his brain supplied in response to his previous statement was ‘so what?’

***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

A few months later

Neteyam sat leaning against the softer, peeling bark of kelutral (Hometree) on one of the upper boughs. He had returned from the day’s patrol not long ago and the soft light of partial eclipse streamed in dappled rays from the leafy canopy above.

Polishing the wood of his bow was one of the few things he found therapeutic in life. It was a mundane task and repetitive in nature, but it relaxed him and gave him time to just think and be. The slightly, nutty scent of the bow oil he was using was also a comforting smell that reminded him of who he was (a mighty warrior, firstborn son of the olo’eyktan) and it grounded him in those facts.

A much more saccharine scent tinged the air around him then and Neteyam’s ears twitched, alerted to the approach of someone from the branches below him. A loaf-shaped parcel, smelling absolutely delicious and wrapped in cooking cloth was carefully placed next to his thigh and he smiled, “Hey Kalia.”

Shifting to peer downward over the edge of his seat, Neteyam met your lovely green eyes which glimmered currently with something he could not decipher in their depths.

You grinned toothily at him and your tone was earnest, “Are you busy? I don’t want to impose.”

“Nah, I’m just chilling.” Neteyam replied, patting the space next to him and watching with a genial smile as you eagerly hopped up to join him at his invitation. He picked the loaf-shaped gift up and cocked his head at you, “What’s this for? It’s your birthday tomorrow, not mine. Why are you giving me a treat?”

Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip and you turned beseeching eyes at him, “I know you like utumauti cake so I set some aside for you from the batch I made this morning. I need your help.”

“Ahh, so this is bribery, is it?” Neteyam taunted mildly, regarding you through narrowed eyes.

“Well, kind of, but not really. I would have saved you some cake anyway even if I didn’t have a favour to ask.”

“I’m just teasing you.” Neteyam’s chuckle was warm, “You know you don’t have to bribe me to help you out. What do you need?”

Tender affection swelled in his chest as he watched you beam at him in excitement at what you were about to ask. Neteyam realised in that moment that he would do just about anything to see you smile, to make you happy. He enjoyed your cooking and the little treats you left him, but they were unnecessary. You had an unlimited supply of favours from him, as far as he was concerned.

You were almost bouncing next to him with your delight as you spoke, “The river trout are migrating currently and I want to see them tonight down at fkewkxor (mighty waterfall). My parents said I could go, but only if you came with me.”

The annual river trout migration passed through Omatikaya territory each year as they swam downstream through the nearby river. The migration was a stunning vision after eclipse at the falls, the bioluminescence of the masses of trout rippling in a multihued display as they made their journey down towards and over the falls before carrying on their way.

Neteyam’s agreement fell easily from his lips. He was more than happy to accompany you tonight, “Sure. Of course I’ll come with you.” However, before his imagination could begin to conjure up delightful little fantasies of how he would spend his time alone with you this evening, a maddeningly familiar voice called from below.

“Did he say yes? Can we go tonight?” Lo’ak.

Irritation flared through him and Neteyam almost sagged in disappointment. He was conscious of keeping his expression cool though. Of course Lo’ak would be coming. He was your best friend. But you both needed a chaperone to go out after eclipse and that was where he fit into the picture. It seemed you had picked up on his annoyance anyway and you wrinkled your nose sheepishly at him, eyes beseeching.

With a long-suffering sigh, Neteyam called down to his brother, “Yes, I’ll take you both tonight! I’ll meet you at the ikran rookery after last meal and we’ll go then.”

You let out a gleeful squeal and pumped your fist into the air, and Neteyam could not help the grin that wormed its way across his cheeks at your elation. You were thanking him profusely and were just about to slip off the bough to leave him to his peace, when he took your hand to get your attention. The little gasp of surprise you emitted was endearing.

Neteyam squeezed your hand gently, his thumb rubbing in fond strokes across your knuckles, “Only because it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

He released your hand and you thanked him one more time with an appreciative smile, “Thanks, Neteyam. It means a lot. I hope you like the cake.”

***~~~***

~~ Your POV ~~

The spectacle was breathtaking. The swell of the frothing rapids at the mouth of the waterfall was a foamy contrast against the rippling flashes of bioluminescent colour from the trout beneath the surface. You could not make out the individual fish, but the polychromatic mass of them made it look like the water was alive with colour. The entire waterfall glowed in the darkness of eclipse and you could hardly believe your eyes at what you were seeing.

Neteyam had led the three of you to an enormous tree that grew almost right by the mouth of the waterfall. The tree’s boughs and branches extended and hung out over the waterfall itself, making it a prime viewing spot. Your cheeks hurt at how wide you were smiling and even Neteyam seemed just as enamoured by the vision where he stood next to you.

The trout migration was a beautiful sight, but Neteyam was beautiful too.

Neteyam was entirely focused on the spectacle before him and it gave you a perfect opportunity to stare. You knew staring was rude, but only if you were caught, right?

In the low light of eclipse, his skin almost appeared a richer shade of blue, his darker stripes a complementary cobalt against his cyan skin. The bioluminescent tanhì (freckles) on his face sparkled bright like stars in the night sky like his own unique set of constellations. Your eyes tracked his tanhì on their journey down his striking form; over his shoulder, down his well-muscled chest and abdomen; down to his hip and toned thighs…

“I thought you wanted to come here to watch the trout.”

Your head snapped up to Neteyam’s face and you found him watching you, watching him. Mortification shot through you at being caught, and your brain was blank and useless in that moment, completely unhelpful at finding something to say. You must have looked very much like a trout then with your wide, unblinking eyes, your mouth opening and closing wordlessly…

Neteyam was still watching you intently, but there was a hint of something in his eyes, something you had not seen before; something playful and hot and utterly male. It made your skin prickle with a delicious heat and made flutters burst in your stomach.

You broke the eye contact, embarrassed, and your words finally returned to you again though they were not exactly coherent, “I did! I do- I am- It’s just- Just thank you.”

You chanced a glance at him again and a corner of his lips quirked upward. Neteyam dipped his head downward, his chin lowering, but his eyes never left yours as he watched you. You shivered at the look. He looked like a hunter about to capture his prey…

“Holy shit! You have to come up here. The view is amazing and there are no lower branches in the way of your eyeline.” Lo’ak exclaimed from several branches up, “Come on, guys!”

Excited, you climbed your way up to meet him with Neteyam following close behind.

The branch Lo’ak stood on was a younger branch near the top of the tree’s canopy. It was not as thick and impervious as the older boughs lower down, but it appeared to be holding Lo’ak’s weight just fine. You hopped nimbly up onto it and began gingerly making your way down it towards Lo’ak who had his hand waiting outstretched for you. The branch bowed ever so slightly and it swayed under your feet as it adjusted to your added weight. You halted your steps.

Neteyam’s voice was a low warning from behind you where he remained next to the tree’s trunk, “This branch isn’t going to hold you both. Come back this way Kalia.”

Lo’ak, as usual, held a conflicting opinion, “Aww man, don’t worry bro, yes it will. It’s a little bendy, that’s all.”

You looked between the two brothers who both had one hand stretched out to you now as you stood in the middle. Neteyam was shaking his head in a reiteration of his point, his golden eyes fierce, impelling you to return to safety. Lo’ak’s expression was nonchalant, his eyebrows raised awaiting your approach.

In the end it was Lo’ak’s next words that sealed the deal, “Come on, Kalia, don’t be a wuss.”

You never backed down from a challenge, especially not from Lo’ak. You were not a wuss and so you turned towards him and took the several steps required the rest of the way to grasp his hand.

The branch pitched downward with a little wobble under your combined weight, but it held.

A triumphant ululation trilled from Lo’ak and he laughed, “See? I told you it’d be fine.”

You breathed out a quiet ‘wow’ as the new vantage point afforded you a clear and unimpeded view of the entire waterfall in all its phantastic glory, just as Lo’ak had said. However the branch you were on was not wide enough for both of you stand side by side, and it was a little awkward peering from around his shoulder.

Seeing your position, Lo’ak looked up at the branch above him and he grinned at you, “Here, I’ll hop out of the way so you can see better.”

The next few moments passed in a sluggish blur for you, almost as if time had slowed to a snail’s pace. The last thing you heard was Neteyam’s panicked cry of, “Lo’ak, no!”, before Lo’ak sprang upward from in front of you, reaching for the branch above to pull himself up and out of the way.

The sickening crunch of wood splintering followed as the force of Lo’ak’s well-meaning spring shattered the weight limits of the branch beneath you. Abruptly, your feet were no longer grounded as you saw the broken branch fall away. Gravity sank its sharp talons into you and then you were plummeting too towards the majestic but treacherous waters that lay in wait below.

The last thing you felt was your breath tearing from your squeezing lungs and forcing its way up your throat in a choking scream.

~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

The piercing sound of your terrified scream echoed through the woods and Neteyam watched, petrified, as your frame was swallowed by the thunderous falls.

“Fuck, KALIA!” Lo’ak’s own screech was hoarse as he pulled himself up all the way onto the branch above. He appeared a hair’s breadth away from diving in after you when Neteyam stopped him.

He was not about to let his brother risk his own life any further, but Neteyam held no such reservations about himself, “No, Lo’ak! Stay here, you skxawng! Call for help if we don’t surface!”

It was a perilous endeavour, but what choice did he have? There was no time to waste thinking. You were down there and he needed to get to you. With his heart galloping in his chest and his heart whispering prayer after prayer to Eywa to keep you alive, Neteyam leapt from the broken stump of a branch and into the raging falls after you.

Tucking his head as his body speared into a downward dive, Neteyam felt the force of thundering water hit him before he was submerged under the surface. All around him were roiling bubbles and scattering trout as they endeavoured to avoid the foreign creature that had just invaded their environment. There was no sense of direction; he had no idea which way was up and which way was down. Neteyam felt trapped in the never-ending churn of the water, but he reached and pulled against the water with his arms and kicked out with his legs nevertheless.

Neteyam’s sole concern was you. Great Mother, he had promised to keep you safe…

You had only been allowed to go out tonight because you were under his watch; you had been entrusted into his care. His thoughts were frantic… Please Eywa, help me… help her! Help me reach her!

Neteyam realised the trout around him were upright and swimming in the same direction, which was a good sign. It meant he was the right way up. Having regained his sense of direction, he doubled down on his focus. He could not see any sign of you beneath the water, though it was difficult looking through shoals of trout. Reaching the river’s bottom, Neteyam kicked off it and propelled himself towards the surface for a breath of air.

Breaching the surface, Neteyam’s head spun around looking for you. Nothing. He dove under again, continuing his search. All he could see was trout and his chest was tight with frustration and desperation. Please, Great Mother, please!

Something small and black drifted past his eyeline in a furry tuft amidst the writhing bodies of trout... Your tail! It was the tuft of your tail! With renewed vigour, Neteyam swam towards it with all his might, his hands reaching out until he could grasp it. The trout parted as he pulled your unmoving form towards him. His emotions were a contradiction in that moment. He was relieved that he had found you, but alarmed to see that you were unconscious.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Neteyam kicked his legs, hauling you up to the surface.

Neteyam jostled your body roughly in an attempt to wake you when your face broke the waterline. He coughed, his frenetic words leaving him in wet gurgles as he cried out, “Kalia, wake up! Can you hear me? Breathe! Kalia!” You remained unresponsive; your chest unmoving as you drew no breaths.

The water was calmer here now as he floated downstream with you. Turning onto his back to keep you atop him, he frog-kicked towards the riverbank and thanked Eywa when he could finally touch the riverbed with his feet. Swimming back far enough until it was shallow enough for him to stand, Neteyam righted you in his arms, hooking one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders so he could carry you ashore.

Delicately positioning you on your back on the muddy bank, Neteyam’s fingers flew to the crook of your neck where it met your jaw, probing desperately for a pulse. Nothing. Pure, undiluted panic shot through him. Placing his hands on your chest like he had been taught, he knelt alongside you and started chest compressions.

“Come on, Kalia!” Neteyam urged, “Come back to me, paskalin!”

Thirty compressions later, he pinched your nose, tilted your head back and sealed his mouth over yours. He gave you two breaths, feeling your chest rise slightly with each one. He checked again for a pulse.

Still nothing.

With a wild curse, Neteyam restarted chest compressions. He knew this was your only chance at survival and yet he was so afraid that he would break your sternum with the force of his compressions. Sixteen or seventeen compressions in, your shoulders and chest punched outward and your body gave a violent wretch. River water spewed from your mouth and you took a ragged but blessed breath in. A fit of wet coughs wracked you as your body ejected some more of the water from your saturated lungs.

A startled cry of relief left Neteyam and he propped you upright in his arms, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, “Thank you, Great Mother! Keep breathing, paskalin. That’s it! That’s good.”

He cupped your cheek, forcing your gaze to focus on him. Your eyes were wild with disorientation and fear, and Neteyam clutched you to his chest as you began to cry bitterly. The sound of your crying was heart-wrenching, but it was welcome proof to him that you were alive.

Your drenched body quaked in his arms from the chill of the river water and Neteyam let out several trills and ululations, calling for his ikran. He needed to get you back to his grandmother. Quickly.

***~~~***

~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~

To say that Neteyam was angry with Lo’ak was a vast understatement. He was absolutely livid with his brother.

He and Lo’ak had fought countless times in their lives. It was the way of things when you grew up as brothers whose personalities were at such odds with each other. Countless disagreements and countless rebukes, but Neteyam had always been eloquent, even in his ire. He had always known how to scold Lo’ak; had always known what words to use to chastise him. But tonight had clearly been one step too far.

Tonight, Neteyam knew he was beyond angry because for the first time in their lives, he had no words. He had been silent ever since he had returned to kelutral with you in his arms several hours ago.

Lo’ak had taken full responsibility and had owned up to his reckless behaviour. Both their own family and yours had been horrified by the events of the evening as he had recounted the truth to them. Lo’ak’s immense contrition had manifested itself all night as repeated apologies to whoever would listen.

His grandmother had thoroughly checked you over when he had arrived home with you. You had sustained several shallow gashes to the skin of your back where you must have hit the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall. You had aspirated river water and there would still be excess fluid in your lungs despite you having coughed most of it up. Mo’at had prescribed bedrest and careful monitoring of you for the next several days in hope that you would not develop a lung infection.

It was astonishing how the axis of Neteyam’s entire world had shifted in the space of one evening. He had vowed to himself a few moons ago that he would find a way to stop his growing feelings for you. He had done this partially out of respect for your close friendship with Lo’ak and also because he was convinced you did not see him the same way.

But he had nearly lost you tonight. And there was nothing in life that gave a person quite the same clarity of perspective than the threat of imminent death.

So what, if you were his baby brother’s best friend? Tonight had taught Neteyam that life was too short not to go after what he wanted.

Neteyam kept silent vigil in the healers’ hut where you were now asleep again. He had not left your side so far. Part of him needed to see you, to hear you breathing to assuage the deep-seated apprehension in his soul that you might somehow stop breathing again. And what if no one was there to notice?

Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam saw Lo’ak get up from his spot a little further away to come and sit by him again. Neteyam ground his jaw together so hard that his teeth started to hurt.

“Say something, bro.” Lo’ak pressed softly, keeping his voice down so as not to wake you.

Neteyam’s nostrils flared and he pressed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes in vexation, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. You’ve said that a billion times already.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. Say you forgive me now, please? You were right, OK? That branch didn’t hold.”

Neteyam’s gaze had been alternating only between your prone form and his clasped hands in his lap up until now, but he turned incredulous eyes at his brother then. He gave a quiet scoff of disbelief, “By Eywa, that’s what you’re sorry for? For not listening to me? You think that I want you to apologise to me because you didn’t believe that I was right? Fuck, you don’t get it at all, Lo’ak.”

Lo’ak blinked several times and his brows knitted in a confused furrow, “What? I’ve already apologised. I don’t know what more you want from me.”

Neteyam’s nose wrinkled in a silent snarl at his brother, “This is your fault. It’s always your fault because your apologies are never backed up with a change of behaviour.”

“I know, bro. I promise I’ll listen to you from now on.”

“No! That’s not it!” Neteyam’s hiss was quiet but no less vehement, “It’s not about me being right or you not listening to me. It’s about you recognising that you need to think before you rush headlong into your fun and games! I won’t always be there to protect her!”

He saw Lo’ak’s eyes flick to your sleeping form and saw the recognition dawn on his brother’s face. Lo’ak had caught the inflection in his last sentence, “Oh, so this is just about Kalia, is it? You’d be fine if it was me that nearly drowned tonight instead?”

Neteyam growled a warning, “Don’t be unkind. This is about both of you.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Lo’ak said casually, but Neteyam could sense his brother’s rising temper, could see it in the impatient flick of his tail, “In general, you’re concerned about the both of us, but right now tonight, this anger of yours, it’s all about her.”

“Of course! She died tonight, Lo’ak! She was dead when I pulled her from the river! We’re lucky I managed to resuscitate her!” Neteyam snarled, his ears pinned and his own tail lashing behind him, “You put her in danger. You have done so, so many times with your recklessness! So help me Eywa, if you can’t comprehend in your thick skull that you need to grow up and consider your own safety, then leave Kalia out of it, at least.”

Lo’ak’s lips curled in a derisive snarl of his own, “You can’t have her, bro. I won’t let you.”

Neteyam clenched his jaw. This was not the direction he had wanted this conversation to go in, but at the same time, it was a conversation that had been stewing in the background for moons now. His brother seemed all too eager to jump on this train of thought, full steam ahead.

Lo’ak continued, “She’s my best friend. I see the way you look at her, Neteyam. You want her for yourself.”

Neteyam knew he had to tread carefully here and choose his words wisely. It was both dishonest and futile to deny his attraction to you now, but he did not want it to come at the cost of your friendship with Lo’ak. Swallowing tightly, he began in a measured tone, “I don’t want to take her away from you. I just want her to be safe. I want you to be safe so that she is safe with you. You’re not good for her if you won’t change your behaviour.”

Lo’ak was shaking his head now, his breaths puffing heavily from his nostrils as he got more and more agitated, “How about you stay away from her, bro. She’s my friend.”

“This doesn’t have to be a you or me situation.” Neteyam reasoned, “My interest in her and your friendship are not mutually exclusive things.”

“No, you can’t have her!” The words were spat from Lo’ak in a vicious growl, louder now than before.

“That isn’t your choice or mine, Lo’ak! It’s hers! But I have every right to express my wish to court her!”

“STAY. AWAY. FROM HER!”

“You don’t have any right to demand that!”

“Stop fighting.” The voice was feminine croak and Neteyam startled, his head spinning back to look at you. His brother’s head had swivelled around just as swiftly and he was sure he heard the vertebrae in Lo’ak’s neck pop.

~~ Your POV ~~

It had been the most impressive quiet argument that you had ever heard, if you were honest. The brothers had done well maintaining a hushed volume up until the last few moments. You figured it was time to intervene since the conversation was getting out of hand and it was also especially imprudent for you to be eavesdropping on a conversation about, well, you.

Your throat felt scratchy and your lungs felt sore, but you were fairly clear-headed otherwise.

“Shit, Kalia, sorry we woke you.” Lo’ak was by your side in a flash and one of his hands curled around yours, “Fuck, I’m so sorry about tonight. I really am.”

His tone was remorseful and you knew he felt awful. Lo’ak was careless but he was not callous by any means. He cared greatly for you despite him unintentionally contradicting that fact at times with his reckless behaviour.

Lo’ak’s eyes appeared a little watery in the flickering firelight of the hut and you reached out to pat his cheek kindly, “Hush, I know. I’m OK now. We live and we learn, yes?” He nodded mutely.

You saw Neteyam’s face swim into view beside Lo’ak’s and your heart gave a squeeze. An assortment of thoughts and emotions eddied around in your mind at the sight of his handsome face; gratitude, affection, remnants of your fright from earlier in the evening, and a kittenish shyness at what you had heard him say just moments ago.

Looking back to Lo’ak, you took the hand that was holding yours and kissed the back of it, “You know you’ll always be my best buddy, right? Nothing will change that. Ever.” You saw the slight pout of Lo’ak’s lips lift in a grin. You needed to speak to Neteyam though, alone, to thank him for rescuing you. Mostly to thank him, but you wanted to address a few other things too…

You cleared the scratch in your throat and shot Lo’ak a reassuring smile, “I’ll catch you in a bit, yeah? Could you give your brother and I some time? I’d like to speak to him.”

You had to fight the urge to giggle because when you saw Lo’ak’s grin pucker into an unimpressed moue. He looked from you to his brother and then back again and drawled sarcastically, “Yeah sure, I see how it is. You’ll be my best friend in the daytimes and then you’ll go and suck face with my brother in the evenings.”

Both you and Neteyam hissed Lo’ak’s name in shocked unison as he got up to give you both some privacy. He called over his shoulder as he disappeared out the draping flaps of the healers’ hut, “Don’t do anything gross in there kids, I’m just outside.”

Neteyam emitted an irritated huff and he rolled his eyes. His cheeks were purpling ever so slightly and you giggled, your own cheeks heating in response. You sat in silence for a few moments, neither of you really knowing what to say or how to begin.

You looked at Neteyam in the lambent glow of the firelight. He was looking intently at his folded hands in his lap and a frown wrinkled his forehead. He looked a little upset and you realised then that while it had been you who had fallen, gotten injured and had to be resuscitated, it was Neteyam who had had to live the waking nightmare of all those moments.

You extended the fingertips of your left hand and you stroked them gently against the back of his clasped hands, “Hey, thanks for saving me. I wouldn’t be here if not for you.”

“You weren’t here for a little bit.” The words were a broken mumble from Neteyam, who turned one of his palms out to twine his fingers with yours. He looked defeated.

“I’m here now and that’s what matters.”

His fingertips were warm against your cold ones and you instinctively sought out more of his warmth, sliding your palm forward to seat it fully against his. You felt his fingers wrap around your palm in return and the motion sent a thrill through you.

Neteyam took a shaky inhale and his exhale punched out of him in a defeated sigh, he shook his head gravely, “Fuck, Kalia you scared me today. You were gone. I had to fight to bring you back and-” He stopped suddenly and his eyes reluctantly fixed themselves on the dark purple bruising where the top of your chest was peeking out from the woven blanket Mo’at had wrapped around you.

“It doesn’t hurt much.” You supplied, “You did what you had to and I’m so grateful. I was stupid today too. It wasn’t just Lo’ak who didn’t listen. You told me not to go out onto the branch. I’m sorry too. I should’ve known better.”

He pursed his lips at you then, clearly agreeing with your sentiment, “Look, I’m not going to try and stop you and Lo’ak from hanging out, but you both need to be more careful. Think about what you’re doing, assess the situation. I don’t want to have to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation ever again.”

“Not the kind of mouth-to-mouth you’d like to give me?” Perhaps it was the heady mix of tonic that Mo’at had given you as pain-relief. Or maybe it was the fact that you had overheard Neteyam admit to being attracted to you that emboldened you, but the quip was out of mouth before you could stop it.

Neteyam’s mouth popped ajar at your remark and he spluttered, “I-It wasn’t exactly a kiss.”

Your tittered even harder at his reaction and you countered with another quip, “No, I’d like to be alive when that one happens.”

He continued to gawp at you and you nibbled on your bottom lip bashfully. Eywa, you’d been crushing on Neteyam for a couple of years now, and to hear him say that he would like to court you was a girlish dream come true. You squeezed his hand promisingly and he chuckled.

He licked his lips and his eyes fell to his lap again. He shifted his other hand to join your already clasped ones and rested it over yours. Your hand was cradled between both of his now and the blazing heat of skin was electrifying. He lifted his eyes then to meet your gaze and admitted, “I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”

“And I thought you didn’t see me as anything more than your little brother’s annoying friend!” You exclaimed with a laugh, “By Eywa, I’ve been cooking you things and bringing them to you personally for so long now. I was convinced you just thought me a pest.”

Neteyam frowned and cocked his head at you, “I thought those were bribes and ‘thank you’ treats for keeping an eye on you and Lo’ak.”

“Well, they were, but it’s because I didn’t want you to stop coming.”

He smiled at you then, one of his beautiful, bright smiles that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. He brought your knuckles up to his face and pressed a kiss to them, and the soft velvet brush of his lips made your stomach quiver and your toes curl. He murmured, “So you’ll allow me to court you?”

You beamed at him with a nod and you wondered if he could see the happy stars bursting in the depths of your green eyes. A stupid part of you was a little disappointed that the first time his lips had touched yours you had not been conscious. It had not been a kiss, but still.

You wanted a kiss now and you never backed away from an opportunity to get what you wanted, “Kiss me, Neteyam, please?”

A corner of his lips quirked upward and his chin tilted down again, his eyes never leaving yours. You recognised that look. It was the same keen expression he had worn earlier that evening after he had caught you staring at him instead of the trout. Great Mother, that expression sent delightful shivers through you.

You saw him lean down towards you slowly, bracing his weight on his palms on either side of your head, and he smirked, “Lo’ak is going to be so annoyed.”

“Lo’ak knows. He’s known about my feelings for you for a while now. He’s just going to have to share.” You whispered, your heartrate quickening and your breath puffing in smaller pants of anticipation as Neteyam’s face neared yours. A husky chortle rumbled by your ear and you gave a small gasp as his hot breath tickled the side of your face.

Neteyam purred his response, “Well as long as I don’t have to share this-” He pressed a slow kiss to your right cheek, “Or this-” Another unhurried press of his lips to your left cheek, “And especially not this-” His smooth lips enveloped yours in a chaste, but lingering press, “Then I’m fine sharing. Happy birthday, Kalia.”

Bright and unbridled delight rushed through you in a series of flutters and flurries in your chest and in your stomach. You had almost forgotten. The darkest part of eclipse had come and gone. It was your birthday today. Your first kiss with Neteyam was without a doubt, the best birthday present ever. Neteyam was grinning smugly down at you and you reached up to loop your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you again for another deliciously plush and moist meld of your lips.

It was a little uncoordinated and a little bit messy as the two of you continued your curious exploration of each other’s mouths. After all, you were both new to each other like this. However, the experience was no less stimulating. You had plenty of time to practise and get better, you mused.

Evidently Lo’ak had chosen the wrong time to peek through the gap in the hut’s entry flaps, and you and Neteyam broke away from each other laughing when his indignant voice sounded from outside.

“Eww, yuck! I SAID NO GROSS STUFF!”

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Author's Note: Ya'll this took on a life of its own, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoyed this little rollercoaster of drama! I'd love to hear your thoughts & reactions. Reblogs are so very much appreciated. Share this piece if you loved it! 🥰Thanks for reading!

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yuyu1024 · 2 months

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Cherry lips

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: idol dating, au, establish relationship

Warning: 🔞 a little smut, cursing, sensual touching, making out, pet name, fluff too

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Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: just random drabble again. I made these a few days ago or probably a week ago.. but just posted now coz i forgot..? 😂

Also side note.....Adulting life is hard 🥲 hehe

Struggggling hahah anyways Have a nice day and night to everyone.

Brb.

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San messaged you, saying he's not feeling well today. So after finishing your work, you hurriedly commuted to get to his dorm so you could check on him and see if he needs anything.

"Huh? Y/N, what are you doing here on a friday?" Seonghwa asks, surprised to see you standing at their front door.

"How's Sannie?" You ask

"Ahhh...." he chuckles. "He's in his room... acting like a baby." He moves yo the side, gesturing you to come in. "He already ate. Mingi cooked him a soup dish to make him feel a bit better."

"Does he have a fever?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, "He's a lot much better now. He has been deligent taking his medicines, drinking water and eating well."

You sigh a big relief. "Thank goodness..."

"He just finished showering and going back to bed to watch a movie... he is basically okay now actually.. so I'm not sure why he asked you to come?" Seonghwa says scratching his head.

"What else? San probably wants some cuddles from Y/N...and get babied even more." Mingi says as he comes out of his room. "He even asked for a hug from me yesterday when I gave him his food..." he chuckles remembering how San acts.

"Probably..." you agree.

"If you two get hungry... There is food in the fridge. I cooked something for lunch earlier... just heat it up." Mingi says as he ties his shoes. "Imma go to the studio... so..."

"Be safe... you and manager." Seonghwa says

"Bye!" You wave to Mingi.

And as soon as Mingi is out

"I'll be in my room and watch a kdrama... I'll put my speaker on... and if I do get out I'll put my headset."

You title your head to the side. "Why? What for?"

Laughing softly, "We all know how San is... when he asks for you..."

You suddenly felt your cheeks heat up from what Seonghwa just said. "Oh dear!" You cover your face.

"Don't worry... We don't judge... it's part of human nature and..."

"Does that mean... you guys could hear... oh dear!" You panic

"Yah... don't worry about it... we don't really hear it all out.. probably just once time... and we learned from it."

"Oh God!" Your cheeks and ears are totally red now.

Seonghwa pats you at the back. "Sorry... I should've not said anything..."

Shyly looking at Seonghwa. "No it's fine... if ever... hmmm... we.... well... I'll try to tell him to be more quiet... and.. me too..."

"Cute." Seonghwa pinches your cheek.

Caressing your cheek after Hwa pinches you. "I'll go and check on Sannie..." you say

"Okay... I'll go and make myself busy now." He scoffs before turning his back.

You waited for Seonghwa to totally shut his door before you march towards the opposite direction, where San's room is.

"San?" You call as you knock lightly.

No answer. It's quiet.

"Sannie...?" You twist the doorknob and slowly push it open. "Sannie??" You whisper while your head is slightly tilted to take a peek if he's there. "Hmm... maybe he's asleep..."

You slide one foot first and then the rest follows. You are very cautious, trying your very best to not make any loud noise that could wake your boyfriend.

Scanning the whole room, you see that the room looks okay, nothing to clean so far. The TV is on but with a very low volumn that you barely hear it.

'He must've forgot to turn it off or probably fell asleep without him noticing' you say to yourself as you carefully walk further more in and look for the remote to turn it off.

"What are you doing?"

You screach a bit loud the second you hear someone talk just as you turned off the TV, making the room completely dark.

"I've missed you."

It's San.

"Fuck! You scared me!" You're heart is beating out of your chest.

"I can feel it..." he sounds amused by you getting scared. "You're heart is beating so fast..." he have you in his embrace from your back. "Sorry if I scared you... I was just waiting for you to get close..." he sniffs you by the neck. "I didn't thought that you'll turn off the TV..."

"Well... me too...I didn't noticed that your mini light weren't open... now it's completely dark."

"Just turn on the TV again so we can see..." he snuggles onto you more while he wrap his arm around your torse. "You're wearing a blouse?" He asks as he let his hands feel your top.

"I came straight from work..." you say. "I was so worried about you when I read your message..."

"Sorry if I got you worried..." his slides two of his fingers between the gap of your buttoned up blouse. "Mingi and Seonghwa took care of me well... but the reason why I did texted you still is because.. I miss you..." his fingers gently touches your breast. "I miss you so bad." He breathes in your scent from your nape

"I miss you too..." you take his other free hand and kisses his knuckle. "You're schedule have been hectic and I got bit busy too..."

"I'm free tomorrow and on sunday..." he hums, brushing his lips all over your exposed neck. "Stay with me..." he breathe the words as he turns your head towards him so he could kiss you. "Your lipgloss... taste like cherry..." you could hear him smile as he pulls away from the kiss

"Sannie... I need light... I want to see you..."

"You do?" He suddenly lets you go

"Hey!" You try to catch on and grab him as he moves away but you lost balance and fell off the bed. "Aw!!" Your knee hit the frame of the bed.

"Baby!" San panics and hurriesly switches on the soft light from the side of his bed.

You are wearing a black skirt with a slit on the side. And the expose knee hit the edge of the bed real hard.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah..." you are holding on to your knee. "It will be fine... though I'm sure I'll get a bruise..."

"Baby... I'm sorry." San grabs your face and kisses you on the lips and then on both cheeks.

"Hey... I hurt my knee...not my lips..." you chuckle.

A smile spreads across his lips and his cute dimple showing. "Please... stay..." Then he goes to kiss you again making you smile.

"Okay... But..." you raise your index finger and taps the tip of his nose. "No sex..."

"What? Why???" He pouts

"Well... unless we're not alone." You sit down and suddenly remember how embarassed you felt earlier. "Just... I don't want them to hear us..."

"But they already did..."

"You know?!?"

"Baby, how can they not? We are loud... what do you expect?"

"Fuck!" You fall down on his bed, face down. "No! I didn't want them to hear." You mumble over his duvet.

"Baby..."

You suddenly got up. "No... control yourself okay? No sex... until we are completely alone."

"You're saying that but your face shows you are not happy with what you're trying to implement." San burts to a laugh looking at your troubled expression

"Fuck! I miss you too and of course... I nee-- no... I wan--- no..." you are trying to breathe in and breathe out. "No... I'm here to cuddle and take care of you. We can play games and watch movies... to divert ourselve."

"Whatever you say, baby." San leans in and kisses you on the lips again. "I'll do whatever you say..." he hums those words like he's testing if you will break seconds into your pep talk.

"Don't lure me, Sannie. You already opened my blouse... yes... but no..." you smile into the kiss...

"I can try again later." He then pinches your cheek as he pulls away from the kiss. "I love you."

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akkaweo-akkaweo · 11 months

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A Little Help

Huh Yunjin x F!reader

Tags: smut, with a bit of fluff(?)

WC: 2.8k

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You don't know how long you've known Yunjin for. You met in the States through mutuals, both moved to Korea to pursue different careers at roughly the same time, and managed to catch up time to time. All things considered, though you wouldn't consider yourself to be as close to her as some of your best friends back home, she's as "best" a friend as you have in Seoul.

But she also happens to be your favorite member of the group she debuted in. Every comeback you're there for the opening show, you buy each album - hers in particular - and, as an added bonus to not being a stranger, you get to fangirl with her via brief Facetime calls. Above all else, you admire her for her talent and skill in her dancing, vocals, visuals, energy, stage presence...

Alas, you have an unrequited crush on your best friend Huh Yunjin.

Luckily for you, after her long run of promotions and back-to-back projects on your end, tonight was the first in a while where got to see each other again. Per your usual routine during such serendipitous moments, once she texts you that she's finally on a break, you show up to her apartment by nightfall with exactly 3 bottles of soju and enough chicken to feed a clone of each of you. She's on the couch in the middle of her empty dorm room, wearing a hoodie and gym shorts.

Tonight did feel a bit different, however. As you plop on her sofa, pick up from her last-watched Netflix K-drama, and share all the juicy stories from your times away from each other, normally you two would be making enough noise to wake her neighbors (or her roommates, who luckily weren't there this time around). But this time, she seemed a bit distracted, as if her mind was lingering on a very heavy thought.

"Hey, everything okay?," you ask.

"Well... I have to tell you something."

You feel your heart slowly start to race. Was this your K-drama moment? Had she caught on to you crushing on her somehow? Or were the 3 bottles of soju – two of which you noticed just now were empty on Yunjin's side of the table – starting to talk? You speed through many scenarios until Yunjin breaks the silence again.

"It's more of a favor actually... You see, I kind of... have feelings for Zuha-ya," she continued in a hushed tone.

Ah yes, Nakamura Kazuha. If anyone made you insecure by simply existing, it would be her. Your mom made you take fruitless ballet lessons as a kid, but Kazuha was practically a pro before debuting. You would consider yourself athletic, but nowhere close to having a godlike body like Kazuha's. And yes, while you weren't necessarily on a drought with social interaction, you most definitely were nowhere as close to her beauty. Now, it seems, there's someone else in the room who thinks the exact same thing.

"Oh. Well, I'm not surprised. Everyone fawns over Zuha-unnie – most especially you, for the record," you reply.

"Yah! I'm serious this time! Okay, all the interviews and vlogs aside, she's really sweet and funny and she just makes me feel so... tingly inside," she retorts.

"So what is this favor you wanted to ask of me then? Don't tell me it's about how to confess, I'm absolutely terrible at that," you reply.

Yunjin's eyes dart off to the side and her body visibly shrinks, which you know is a sign that the things she's about to say is either shameful or extremely TMI. Seeing her furrowed brows, it seemed to be the former.

"I wanted to ask... how to make another girl... feel good," she mumbles.

Oh no.

You initially feign ignorance. "Do you mean cheesy shit? Like, gifts or-"

"No. I mean... have you ever touched another girl before?," she interrupts.

You pause for a moment, caught by surprise by having your initial suspicions confirmed. Two thoughts come to mind: first, that you've probably only dated women twice, only one of which ever involved going base; and second, that maybe you already had an answer to this question, only because you need only recall all those lonely nights where you'd gladly put yourself in Kazuha's future shoes.

But you come to your senses. "Well... it's certainly not easy to answer that question right now, do you know if Zuha-unnie swings that way to begin with? Or if she's even willing to go that far the first time around? Don't shock the poor girl."

"Well," Yunjin says, sitting up and composing herself all of a sudden. Seems like she has thought about these questions. "Zuha-ya hasn't really been against girls liking girls, or else she would have said something by now given how many nonchalant flirts I toss her way. And no, I don't intend to jump that deep right away! But... I also have zero experience, unlike you."

"Hmm, so I guess it is kinda possible. And to answer your second question, yes I do, but it's not that hard... I mean, you know how to make yourself feel good, right?," you ask.

The following silence is deafening. Did Yunjin really not know how? But she lived in the US with you, probably exposed to the same media as you, definitely understood where the internet could take you... But if she didn't know, what was she asking then?

"Yep... I think you're starting to piece it all together," she says timidly.

Was this a dream come true or a nightmare in the making? Of course the thought of getting to touch – and maybe even be touched – by the woman of your heart's desire definitely turned you on, and your panties were as clear a sign of that as any. But fuck this up and you may lose Yunjin completely. More silence, before you decide that you'd do anything to please her, even if momentarily.

"Okay. But promise this won't affect our relationship. You're the only actual friend I have here and I do not want this to get awkward anytime soon," you warn her.

"Deal. I trust you," Yunjin replies. "Please show me how to feel good."

Somehow, that one line knocked over something inside you, because all the years of infatuation pushed your entire being to lock lips with her. You plant a long, tender kiss on her lips before breaking away. "Tip number 1, always start slow. If you like her, your body will tell you what you want to do."

Yunjin returns the favor and meets your lips as you begin to make out. The moment lasts a lifetime in your head; you can feel the softness of her lips, the growing eagerness of her tongue to enter yours. You coax it out with your own, and the kissing intensifies.

You guide her hands to grab your shoulders and your back. "Feel her body. Touch all the parts you like about her. Keep her aroused. Like this," you continue. You glide your hands across her neck, a long, blank canvas begging to be marked, down to her chest, her petite breasts enough of a handful to lightly squeeze. As you do, Yunjin shudders and starts to feel up your back under your shirt, and you shiver as her hands reach the clasps of your bra.

"Yes... Just like that, Yunjin-ah... Your hands make me feel so good," you blurt, not realizing how much of your inner thoughts escape your mouth too quick to censure.

"Do I?," she sighs, and you nod, also working your way up her hoodie. She's wearing a sports bra, but you move to remove her hoodie instead. Her hands hover over your back, and she breaks the kiss and leans her forehead on yours, breathing heavily.

"It's okay. Tip number 2, let her do what she wants with you unless you don't want to. Will you let me?," you ask. She nods, so you also remove your shirt to lay yourself bare in front of her. Her body is toned, her arms lean and her abs just a bit toned. "God you're hot, Yunjin," you add.

Yunjin seems to catch on, and takes off her bra for you, revealing a pair of pink, erect nipples. The heat pooling in your shorts grows. "Likewise," you add as you move her hands back to the clasps of your bra, "do the same for her." She obeys, and removes it with ease before grabbing you and pressing your bodies right up against each other to lock into a kiss once more. The warmth of her smooth, pearl-like skin burns on yours.

"You're really warm," Yunjin remarks. "Are you okay? Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, baby, don't stop, please," you reply. Again, more uncontrollable feelings pour out, but it's too late now to hide anything. You attempt to hide your "blunder" with another piece of advice. "Tip number 3: she'll be scared like you, so don't be afraid to use a pet name. Call her baby, or love, or whatever you want. Be intimate."

"Okay, baby," she replies, catching on quickly to your advice. That one phrase alone makes you aware of how wet you are, your pussylips drenched and slippery with just the slightest adjustment of your legs.

After another round of kisses, you both start exploring away from your mouths. You start painting her neck with kisses, and she responds by kissing just above your chest, down your sternum. You're both planting kisses along each others' jawlines and necks as your hips start locking together, and you feel that she's as warm as you are.

"This next part might be a lot, but do you trust me?," you ask, careful to not overwhelm her. Again, she nods, and you start grinding your groin on hers. You let out a deep sigh right on her ear, and she lets out a high pitched squeal. You both begin to shake with pleasure, and you feel herself push harder on you as you two start scissoring passionately. If your shorts weren't wet already, it most definitely was by now., and you're pretty sure hers were too.

Sighs turned into moans, and whispers turned into yelps. "That's... tip number... 4... don't be... afraid to... make sounds... do anything... to show... you want it...," you struggle to say, almost forgetting you're trying to reassure her about how to pleasure another woman. "Fuck... baby... you're so wet... so good...," you continue.

Suddenly, Yunjin pushes you away, pausing to draw a few breaths, before grabbing your wrist and placing it between her legs. It's hot, wet, and yearning to be touched. "Please show me," Yunjin begs.

You oblige and pull out her shorts and panties in one move, and her clean-shaven lips are open for you. You remove your shorts as well, and adjust yourself so that her hands are within reach of your pussy as well. "Try to follow me," you instruct, as you move her hand between your legs as well before returning your hand between hers.

You slowly swirl your finger over her clit, and she leans her head back with labored breaths. She eventually finds yours as well, mimicking your motions, and you moan with her. "Just like that Yunjin-ah," you say.

You move your finger between her folds, lubricated by how wet she's gotten, and she mirrors you perfectly. Both your moans rise in volume and intensity, and at the right moment you insert one finger into her. Yunjin squeals and rushes to put a hand over her mouth as she does the same, slowed down by the pleasure she wants to feel for herself. Her long, bony fingers ride up against your walls, and before you know it you're squealing with her too. "Please, baby, I want more of you, so bad...," you blurt out.

Without prompting, she adds a second finger, and it's enough to freeze you from moving your one finger from inside her. You can feel yourself tense up, from your abdomen down to your legs, right as she miraculously finds the spot and rubs it with gusto. "Yes, just like that... just like that... Fuck, I want you so bad Jennifer... I want you... don't stop," you blurt again. Her performance is so intense you scream out a name you haven't said in a long time – the very first one she introduced herself with years ago.

She holds your wrist shyly, gesturing for you to do the same, wanting you just as much as you her. You do the same, sliding two of your fingers inside and out, twisting them to coat your fingers in her cum. "Yes... that's good, baby...," Yunjin screams.

You both continue, moaning and writhing your bodies against the other's hand, before Yunjin says, "I think... I'm going to... cum, baby..." You use this sign to rub her g-spot now, and her screams intensify to her full vocal range. She goes back to your clit, rubbing it furiously, and you feel yourself weaken as well.

"You can cum... Yunjin... Cum for me... Cum for me like you want to cum for Kazuha...," you growl beneath clenched teeth, yourself slowly nearing climax as well.

Yunjin suddenly crumples, her legs locking your hand in place, unable to move; at the same time, your body starts to shake uncontrollably as you orgasm. You're both screaming each others' names at this point, almost getting fully hoarse at the end.

When both of you loosen up, you both lie limp on the couch, now a drenched mess of sweat and fluids. You both heave in the silence, overwhelmed by each others' performance.

After a while, you prop yourself up, and Yunjin stares at you with sultry, bedroom eyes, screaming both ecstasy and exhaustion. You pull her up and give her an embrace, rubbing your hands on her shoulders.

"That was... good. No joke. Kazuha is going to be very lucky. Take care of her like this and you'll have her," you said, trying to hold yourself back. A hole started to form in your chest, knowing this might have been your one and only chance to be treated right by Yunjin.

But Yunjin looks up at you, her eyes almost fully closed. "I want to, but... I also want to take care of you like this too," she whispers, before she blacks out in your arms.

You're speechless. What did she mean by that? Did she really mean that? What were you supposed to feel at this point?

Terrified of the possibilities left unanswered by a now unconscious Yunjin, you slowly try to carry her to her room (thank god for weights training), tuck her in, and try to clean up the mess you left in the living room. You get dressed and wash up, only at this point wondering where everyone else was.

As you exit the dorm and wait for an elevator, one opens to reveal a tall, fit woman with wavy jet-black hair on the other side: Kazuha. Holy shit, she's even prettier in person, you think to yourself.

You bow to each other before she walks casually in the direction of Yunjin's dorm. You hold the elevator door open to eavesdrop as you hear knocking and a few doorbells, right before the sound of the door opening with a beep – perhaps they have spare keycards of each other? – and you make that your cue to leave.

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Days pass. Then weeks. Then months. The silence normally wouldn't faze you (and in all honesty, it really didn't despite everything), but being left hanging after practically laying yourself bare emotionally and physically in front of Yunjin left a nagging feeling that something had happened that you never expected.

One night, you receive a text from Yunjin. Hesitating to open it for a bit, you take a deep breath before reading:

"Hey! Sorry for not replying, it's been busy. We have a few free days before we have to do some promos in Japan, maybe you'd like to come over? I want to introduce you to Zuha-ya." She sends a picture of both of them smiling innocently; they're both pretty, happy, yet Yunjin's smile sends butterflies into your chest.

You pause, and that feeling in your chest turns into a swirling cloud of anxiety. Was it anxiety? You weren't sure. But what was she thinking? Maybe it's just friendly, right? Maybe she never did catch on to how you felt. It stung a bit (or a lot), but maybe it's for the better? At least she got what she wanted.

You take a deep, pained breath, and reply, "Sure, let me know when."

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A/N: i hope this is ok to write? this is the only way i imagined this story going so please dont judge me too hard

#girl group smut #kpop smut #le sserafim smut #yunjin smut #huh yunjin smut #female reader

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jiminiecrickets · 7 months

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Seven days a week jungkook jealousy drabble maybe?🙃❤️

yah sure

sfw. warning for the use of "queer" as a neutral descriptor for the reader.

it grinds at him like a lamprey's rasping tongue – boring into his flesh, leeching from him the vitality that colours him. slowly bled from him, it leaves him pale, quiet, fragile.

he grips your arm tighter, a small pleasant smile plastered on his face. the event hasn't yet officially begun, and everyone mills about in gaggles ranging from pairs to groups of five or six, cramming as much networking into the evening as possible before they're limited to their table groups. the large indoor venue sparkles with chandeliers and drapery, and the garden outside glitters with curls of fairy lights and light-lined stone paths.

usually, the most tiring thing about these events was all the talking. loud, incessant – it really wasn't his cup of tea, but he figured tagging along with you was a good way to ready himself for the 'real world' without having to suffer alone for three hours. if he made a couple of new connections, then that was a job well done.

he was doing alright, cosied up to your side while you did most of the talking. then came the pretty freshly-graduated face who didn't know what jungkook's arm looped through yours meant.

she'd positioned himself on your other side. jungkook couldn't push her away without looking like a weirdo, but it was growing increasingly difficult not to simmer with annoyance when the girl was sliding her hands all over you, laughing at everything you said and telling anecdotes about your work with her to the others in a high-pitched flirtatious voice.

his jaw works, fingers digging into your bicep. you drop his arm, sliding your palm down his sleeve to squeeze his hand reassuringly. you try resting your other arm behind your back in the middle of a shallow conversation with your co-worker about his kids but all it does is make her more insistent.

"and what about you? how long have you been off the market?"

it's an innocent question, since you'd just been chatting about that same co-worker's wife. jungkook tenses up, watching the young woman's smile grow somewhat strained.

"three years this november," you reply cheerfully, wrapping your arm around jungkook's waist and squeezing his hip. he rests his head against your shoulder, a genuine smile taking the place of its stiff predecessor. "feels like the blink of an eye, really. it'll be ten years before i realise something's changed."

they share a laugh at that, with some co-workers teasing proposals and marriage. briefly, jungkook entertains the idea of honeymooning with you in some picturesque tourist trap, but his mood immediately sours the second the woman next to you opens her mouth.

"oh, people say the best time to get married is just under two years into a relationship! are you stalling for your freedom?" she giggles. "well, there are always plenty of better fish in the sea if you ever come looking!"

it's a weird fucking thing to say, and jungkook's eyes narrow at her as the conversation abruptly turns flat and awkward. a bubble of silence envelops the group as she beams up at you, unaware, blissfully or ignorantly, that even your older colleagues – for many of whom you are the first openly queer person they've met – are staring at her with a profound sense of what the fuck.

"i need to borrow him for a moment," jungkook says suddenly, his voice tighter than usual. "please excuse us."

he all but drags you away, tearing you out of her grip. he veers towards the men's bathroom, and the two of you are not seen until just before the dinner begins. now, however, you sport a wonky tie and a hastily-buttoned jacket.

jungkook meets the young woman's eyes on the other side of the table, holding her stare until she folds and glances away first. when he turns his head to listen to the presenter at the front of the room, his mouth twitches a little, nearly a smirk. a dark red bruise peeks over the stiff white collar of his shirt.

#asks #jungkook x male reader #seven days a week

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nctangelz · 1 month

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( 💌 ) LOADING . . . MONIQUE WITH NCT 127!

TAEYONG

MOM AND DAD!!! everyone always jokes that they are the parents / stressed mom and dad / co-leaders of NCT. taeyong said he offered the leader role to monique pre-debut, but she declined because she insisted that taeyong was the one who earned it 🥺. moni and taeyong are always seen watching in the corner as chaos begins…waiting together until they have to intervene.

tae + moni are probably the closest out of everyone in NCT, they grew up eachother living as neighbors, so they go WAY back. they love sharing stories from school to nctzens! moni always jokes that taeyong will be the one to walk her down the aisle when she marries (since yk, her dad left to get milk and never came back 💀), and taeyong doesn’t believe it…but she really does mean it! their relationship is just so precious, we love to see it!

TAEIL

VOCAL LEGENDS. ICONS. they always eat the entire room UPPPP when they are together, and they know it. these two are a straight power duo. they are both so chaotic and constantly feed into each others egos/delusions 😭.

taeil is constantly taking care of moni, he messes with her while he does it but ends up being kind in his brutal ways <3. he loves to take moni out to eat and pay for her meals (all of 127 just love to treat moni like the queen she is) and always pretends to give her grief for it. for example, one time they were out to eat in the states and taeil kept going “wowww, making your elders pay for dinner? how rude of you” while stealing the check out of moni’s hand and holding it away from her 😭 he will always spoil moni because he appreciates her for everything she does for the group <3

JOHNNY

BESTIESSSSS, johnny & monique just clicked when they met as trainees, and instantly hit it off!! they bonded over the fact they were away from home, and they both taught each other things about their country! moni even successfully taught johnny how to speak in french somewhat! she accidentally switches from english to french when she’s have conversations w/ johnny, and johnny just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ i have no idea what your saying.

johnny loves to take moni on little adventures and they are always going sight seeing or going to other cities to explore whenever they have downtime! she is often a guest on JCC … even if she isn’t tagging along for the activity she finds a way to be in it, even if she’s unwilling. they always have a blast together! it’s so easy for moni & johnny to talk to each other and moni loves that she gets to relax around johnny and know she’s going to have a good time!

YUTA

THE BADDIES of NCT. lemme tell you, yuta & moni? baddest besties alive, they look like the could kill you, but actually are the sweetest duo known to earth. they are always hyping each other up and whenever they go out, they are DRESSSSEDD. they love to express themselves in anyway, and they are each other’s biggest supporters.

the two of them are always stirring the pot whenever they are eachother, they love to make stuff up and convince everyone it’s true and just mess with everyone…it’s typically doyoung or taeyong that realize their antics and in moni’s words “ruin the fun” they are also always just doing crazy things and the members are lowkey scared of them, esp moni. yuta brings out the chaotic side of her members never thought could ever exist 😭😭

DOYOUNG

doyoung just wants to worry and care for moni like a gentlemen, but moni makes it SO HARD. she’s always harassing him and making fun of him, and doyoung is just like 💀 girl be so for real rn. he would be in the middle of doing something for her like opening a chip bag and moni just starts screaming “YAH, DOYOUNG, DO YOU THINK IM INCAPABLE JUST BECAUSE IM A WOMEN? YOU DONT THINK I HAVE MUSCLES? HOW RUDE.” and doyoung is like WTF. he just looks at her with his crazy eyes and gives up 😭😭

but dw, doyoung will harass her right back and moni will giggle and say sorry. he always worries about her and makes sure she’s eating and drinking and will always try and prevent her from making self-sabotaging decisions…but does she listen? 9 times out of 10 she doesn’t but yk, he tried!!

JAEHYUN

moni is sooo affectionate around jaehyun, he just looks so cozy and comfy! whenever she sees him she loves to tackle him in a hug and lay her entire body weight on him. jae is dying while moni is in her own world, happy as could be. jae & moni are inseparable once together though, once they hang out and spend time together; there’s no going back. they will spend time together until moni passes out and takes a cat nap…and jaehyun just goes back to playing games.

moni & jaehyun are such a great team when playing games, because moni is really good at creating strategy and working out puzzles, while jaehyun has the muscle to actually execute the mission. moni always takes his strength to her advantage, for example having him carry her bags or even her when she’s super tired…not that jae minds though. he likes that moni allows him to protect her!!! if someone were to mess w/ moni…you better hide from jaehyun, he is moni’s #1 defender.

JUNGWOO

jungwoo LOVES to listen to moni. whenever moni needs someone to talk to to either vent or just talk about built up ideas in her head, she goes to jungwoo. he loves listening to his older sister talk…even if he’s worried for her mental health. he will always be moni’s shoulder to rest on! he will listen and let her talk, and then the two of them will work it out together…or just do something to cheer themselves up!

moni adores jungwoo with all her heart, she will spoil him always. if he briefly mentions wanting something one day, she’ll buy it and hide it until his bday/christmas. she would do anything for woo, and it’s so precious! all the members complain that jungwoo is her favorite because she always is doing stuff for him, and she will swear up and down she doesn’t have a favorite….but jungwoo knows he’s the favorite <3

MARK

mark is moni’s child - she’s always worried…she’s worried about his health but also worried about just how he acts. mark will say some weird stuff and moni is just standing there like 😀 should i be concerned? but besides her worries, mark makes her laugh SO MUCH. she will try and hold in her giggles..but mark makes it impossible 😭

make probably visits moni’s apartment the most out of 127, he likes to come visit after a long day when he needs to just power down and be in silence for awhile. moni always lets him crash in her bed and let him relax….she will usually just sleep on her couch or spend time in her studio. she will always make him breakfast before he leaves too! moni will always understand and let him come over when he needs to be alone…but he also comes and visits and watches movies with her! he tolerates her movies as long as she makes him food 🥺

HAECHAN

haechan will harass moni just like he will the other members, but moni just smiles and pats his head in response. moni will always have a soft spot for her younger members, and they can’t help but crumble under her love <3. moni will always be there to gently pat his head and tell him it’s okay…which causes him to be even more chaotic 💀, haechan just sticks his tongue out at moni and carries on

but haechan loves loves loves moni, he will always hug her and cling on to her, and moni just smiles and wraps him up in her arms. she took care of him and the dreamies a lot during training days because they were so young…so moni is lowkey haechan’s 2nd mom. haechan always knows he can rely on moni to save him whenever he is loosing or getting picked on too!!! moni will defend haechan until the day she dies <3

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you don't know what a gamete is??? are you lying about your age or did you just fail hs bio..... 🤔🤔 i feel like any adult seeing the term gamete, even if they don't remember what it is, would at least think "oh yah i remember that term from school lemme google it real quick so i don't embarrass myself" like are you 12 be honest

Helloo!! This is too nice, thank you for this lovely ask.

You're a cunt and i wish nothing but hardships and evilness upon you forever and ever.

What makes you (and several other people) believe it's ok or warranted or in any way appropriate to talk to random strangers on the internet like this? I feel like you're the one who missed some lessons in basic human decency.

The tags on any given post do not reflect my Entire thoughts on the matter. An example: from context, i was very much able to understand what a gamete is. There's only so many things in a human body that can be fertilised.

I did fine in "hs bio" you absolute asshole

Actually the age in my bio rn is wrong. I turned 25 yesterday, happy bday to me 🎉 Suck it.

Has it ever occurred to you that... Not everyone is USAmerican/a native english speaker? That's a rhetoric question btw; it warrants no response. I know it Hasn't occurred to you because you seem to be a self-centered fuckwit

The German word for gamete is Eizelle. As you may find, these two words have very little in common, unlike other words, which share a similar origin, like, for example, idiot. The German for idiot is Idiot.

The post you're coming at me for has 145 notes. I dont know how anyone could get upset at someone's (completely inoffensive) TAGS?? on a 145 note post. You're insane

Fuck off

#gamete #oh and in case it wasnt clear lol #my tags were a roundabout way of saying that jkr speaks about women in brain-scramblingly convoluted ways #if i stepped on your toes w any of that . ok #i will do it again #get fucked #quip #ask

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@nabidazed He was baffled of how this literal stranger was being such an ass to him. “Yah!” Who was this guy anyways. Yeah he had a nice face and has no shame in not having any clothes on but so rude! “You’re the one who came out naked! Of course I’m going to talk this much. No one would expect to see a naked person at this time!” he reasoned as he still yet covered his eyes waving his jacket nudging the other to take it so he wouldn’t dare see anything. He blinked when hearing the sound of digging and so he opened his eyes and quickly turned around to not see anything.

“I don’t stink!” Jaemin of course didn’t realize that the other meant the literal scent of his being. “Hm? How did you know?” he said blinking surprised but yet took a step back because he wasn’t sure if he should be worried the fact the water creature was right. He was questioning himself of why he was just standing here letting this man throw a tantrum towards him.

“Are you done changing yet!?” he said as he patiently waited kicking a small pebble that was in front of him mumbling to himself saying how rude he other was. When finally realizing the other was completely clothed he took a peek sighing out of relief. “Anyways wait what--” He was so confused over the sudden invitation of tagging along side eyeing at the other. “You can start with asking for my name. What happens if I’m like some weirdo or something.” Well he wasn’t a weirdo but still he was shocked the other was willing to hang out with the complete strange. And then here he was sending a glare, “I’m still gonna talk! But uhm fine. Sure I’ll tag along. I can pay myself. I was just spending my time by the shore anyways. But I want to know your name first! Just in case you know--” he mumbles. “Anything happens.”

“Are you usually this rude with everyone?” he looked at the other confusingly looking at him head to toe.

"oh babycakes, this ain't rude." the sea beast snorts at the vampire's retorts. he was still fresh. young. unaccustomed to the supernatural and the harsh camaraderie that came with not being the norm. he pulls a black turtleneck over his head with a sharp toothed smirk. at least the vampire was entertaining.

"you couldn't hurt me even if ya tried," joaquim reassures. "and if i wanted to kill you, i would have done it already." precaution, safety-- it all went out the window when you were functionally godlike. apparently this being hadn't yet sunk into that fact. you're a bloodsucker, he wants to say. who cares about whatever shit can do down? from his scent, and his general disposition, joaquim can gather that he was bit, not born. lightning rarely struck twice. what could be worse than having your life changed forever? having your life sunk into the darkness of immortality?

"call me joaquim." it's not really his name, but it's what he's known as on land. it runs a hand through slightly damp hair, pushing strands out of his deep sea gaze. "fucking hell, let loose a little bit. bloodsuckers usually like to party, don't they?" his eyes scan the beach. "the fuck is my bike...?" he mumbles to itself, nose twitching for the scent of burnt rubber and leather. if anyone were to blink, they would miss the sea nymphs swooping in, carrying joaquim's harley to the point where sand met concrete at the nearby parking lot.

sharp teeth beam into a smile. "there she is--!" he begins walking towards the parking lot, not looking back to check if the vampire is following. "you ever ride a motorcycle before?" it calls over his shoulder.

#t; joaquim #nabidazed #sorry this took forever!!#i had to make a new thread because of some glitchy stuff

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I Am A Survivor

Ch3; Ch5

Chapter 4

I went to join everybody after I recollected my surrounding on where I am, with makeup on, just to see on how everyone else would react to my Emerald Green eyes. But I can’t ever shake the feeling of being yelled at for not being awake at a certain time, I walked into the living room, sat in my chair, trying not to look at anyone. When I looked, it was just the K members, that's right, the group is somewhat divided into 2. EXO M and EXO K, great, now I can bond with half and someday I can do the same with the other half of the group. Kai was the one who sees a major change, "Hey, have we established that it's impossible for us to change our eye color?" "Why do you ask?" asked Sehun. He pointed to my sparkling green eyes, I looked around, "What's wrong with them? I can put my contacts back in." "Wait you were wearing contacts to hide those?" I nodded, Baekhyun asked, "Why did you hide those?" "I can't figure out why I started to hide these to begin with," I said, "I've been told that I can never be loved with these eyes being this color." "So much for being honest with us," said Chanyeol, "We want full honestly." I was shocked, "How can I be if I'm beginning to? Remember what I said yesterday, you are on thin ice, Chan."

After that, no one bothered talking to me, great, I've lost trust from them, I went to the building to bury this hurt that I have caused, I warned them. I went into the dance practice rooms where I walked into seeing 9 guys, one sees me, walks over to me, "You have beautiful eyes, have we met before?" "I'm with EXO," I tell him, "But you look familiar actually. Are you the one that they call Lee Donghae?" "Indeed, I am," he said, we both bowed. Oh great, I'm in the prescence of Suju, maybe this is my time to get some growth, "Hey, I have a couple questions, and it's extremely important." "I might have answers," he said, "But everyone might hear your questions." "How do I tell my group that I'm trying to be honest by giving little piece of information about my traumatic childhood?" "Traumatic? What are you talking about?" asked Donghae. I sighed, "I hid my eyes because someone told that I look like a wh*re for how highly pigmented my eyes are." "Whoa, that's very harsh for someone to tell you that," said Leeteuk, "Did any of the members tell you this?" "No, a woman who is in jail for life told me that," I said to them, "She never loved me for being her daughter, she always abandoned me ever since she thought that she had me wanting to become someone who sleeps with a lot of men." "Oh whoa, that is very heavy," said Eunhyuk, "Are you sure that you are ready for this?"

"Somehow I feel so loved around you guys," I said to them, "I am just as surprised as you all are." I was never this talkative towards my own group, maybe something about them made me feel so protected, Kyuhyun asked, "Would you like to join us for lunch?" "Sure, if you guys don't mind me tagging along," I said. He goes, "I wouldn't have asked if we didn't." "Fair point," I said, "What should I say to my group when they walk in?" "Nothing, let us handle it," said Leeteuk, "You are healing from a traumatic childhood, and we are making sure that nothing bad happens to you. If you feel like you are getting a sense of paranoia, come to us and we will help you out." I jumped for joy, well, inside anyway because I finally have an escape to release this all inside of me, I followed them. Oh shoot, I was spotted by Baekhyun, he shouted, "Yah! Shadow!" "Damn it," I mumbled under my breath, Ryeowook sees my expression change from being full to empty, the guys walked up to me, I asked, "What do you guys want?" "Why are you with Suju?" asked Chanyeol, "They are not your group." "And? They offered me to go with me," I said, "Believe me or not, I am not your property so back off!"

"Wait, we didn't say anything along those lines," said Kai, "We should've rephrased that, guys, she needs to feel a part of this company, leave her alone." "Kai is right," said Siwon, "Leave her alone, she is with us." So off I go with Super Junior, go eat or something along those lines, I kept finding myself looking at the farmlands that this country has. Donghae sees this, "You live in the country or the city?" "I'm from the country part of America, I am always calm when I see any farming material or crop fields," I tell him. Then I hear a song from Josh Turner, called Long Black Train. I sang along to the song, we pulled into a driveway, Donghae opened up my door, "We are doing you a big favor. Natalie kept saying that you have a freak dream of becoming a farmer." I rolled my eyes, "I would rather not hear her name ever again." "Noted," said Siwon, "Can we have your number so we can keep contact with each other?" "Oh, well, of course," I said, then I gave them my only number that I set up for myself. Donghae nods, "We'll be nearby if you decided to join us once you are done with your favorite thing in the whole wide world." I giggled, I kept on walking towards the field of wheat, the owner that owns the land comes over, "Excuse me, miss, but I can't help but asking for your help with my field." "Of course, just lead me to the harvester and header, I'll take it from here," I said to him.

He nods, not arguing with me, I got in the harvester and began to wheat harvest. The smell of wheat is extremely calming for me I really needed this for a while, I was recieving a call from my personal manager, I turned off the harvester, I picked up, "Hello?" "Where are you right now?" she asked, "Your group is waiting for you." "I'm with Super Junior, why do I have to check in with you on what I am doing?" I asked. There was a silent pause, then I hear the CEO, "You are in a field of wheat, aren't you?" "Yes, sir, they dropped me off and the owner of the field offered my help," I said. Then he hung up by saying, "See you later then." Then Siwon messaged me saying, that they are settling on what I should be doing, I'm sorry, I thought I need to tell them on what I need help with, not tell me what I should be doing. I called the manager back, she asked angrily, "What do you want, Kimberly?" "I don't want my own manager, since I am going to be doing my own thing, what is the point? It's not like you get to force me to be in a certain genre of music without my say so," I tell her off, "I'm going remain in the Rock genre until I get tired of it, you don't get to say I can't otherwise, first Natalie now you? What are you, her sister? Or mother? What is going on here?" She was dead silent, the CEO asked, "What were you planning, Manager Belinda?" "Why are you defending her?" she asked.

"Uh, excuse me, do you realize that you talked back to the CEO? The man who can fire you if you mess up on something," I said to her, "As a matter of fact, what happened to the manager that was assigned to me? I do not like this tone with you, Miss Princess." "How dare you speak to someone who is higher than you?!" she asked. I widely grinned on what I just made her do, "I'll hang up now." I hung up and continue to harvest the wheat field, I saw a van pull up and it was my favorite manager the one who assigned to me, she saw on how calm I am being while harvesting the wheat. Once I got done harvesting the wheat, I dumped everything into a trailer of an eighteen-wheeler, I parked the harvester where it was originally, gave the farmer the harvester keys, he thanked me, "Can you take the grain to the mill? I'll pay you half of the money that is given to me." "Oh alright, you don't have to do that, I'm doing this from the kindness of my heart," I tell him. He insisted, "I've heard that you had nowhere else to go, it will be my most pleasure of putting you in my will of getting my farm business."

It surprised me that a farmer is wanting me to look after his farm when he passes, I always wanted to achieve my goal in farming. I called Donghae, he answered, "Hello?" "This is the right number? Am I talking to Lee Donghae?" I asked. He answered, "This is him speaking, Miss Shadow, are you willing to join us?" "I was letting you know that I am going back to the dorm of my group, thank you for letting me relax and become myself once again," I said. He welcomed me, I went to my best friend, my manager, "I'm ready to head back." "May I say this, but you have the most beautiful eyes," she said, "Why were you hiding them?" "I was told that I would never be loved with these kinds of eyes," I tell her, "I was called so many names that this woman kept calling me, she knew every trigger that she inflicted upon me, that woman, I can never forgive for what she has done."

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SOMETHING GRANDER: yves. interviews Yah Yah Scholfield!

Welcome, welcome! I am thrilled to have a substantial overlap in readership with the incredible Yah Yah Scholfield @fluoresensitive, who just put out their debut novel, On Sundays, She Picked Flowers (which will soon be out for purchase again!) Here, I asked Yah Yah a few (very spoilery) questions about their new book and their work in general (in bold text), and they were kind enough to give me some very satisfying answers (in normal text). Read the interview on their Patreon or below the cut!

Hello, Yah Yah; I am very excited to be interviewing you! The vampire and the fae; it’s finally happening!

Firstly: How did you approach incorporating your inspirations across media? Obviously, you mention several literary classics in the text itself, but the parallels to Hannibal and Sweeney Todd are just as clear (not to mention other bear-narratives… bearratives? like Brave.) Did you treat modern and non-text media any differently when writing?

Thank you for noticing, wow! And um, no, I don’t think so? I think I just wanted to match the feelings I got when I read/watched certain scenes. Like, there’s this bit in Coraline when the Cat’s like, ‘I think she wants something to love, or something to eat’ (or something to that effect)*, and it just smacks me in the chest, like this really amazing Blue Feeling, I guess? And I wanted people to get the sense while they’re in Nemoira’s head that she cannot separate love from eating, craving affection from craving flesh. That makes the Hannibal connection stronger too, huh? The way Hannibal doesn’t know if he wants to eat Clarice (or Will) or love her.

*I love that quote! It’s different between the book and film (respectively):

"She wants something to love, I think," said the cat. "Something that isn't her. She might want something to eat as well. It's hard to tell with creatures like that.”

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“She wants something to love, I think. Something that isn't her. Or maybe she'd just love something to eat.”

But I’m getting off topic; excuse me.

To answer your question, I said I don’t think so, but the more I think about it, yes... With text media, I always want people to know Very Obviously What I’m Referencing, like I want people to read On Sundays, that bit when Jude first comes to the house in the woods, and go ‘Oh! Oh, yes, this is like when Eleanor comes into Hill House and feels how wicked the land is, how rotten the ground is!’ or ‘Ah! This is just like House of Leaves, that same anxiety!’ And, with non-text media/modern media, I want people to get the vibe more than anything. Like, hell yes if people understand that I’m referencing Get Out/Hannibal with the deer scene, but I also want them to feel in the pit of their gut the same anxiety I felt while watching the bear scene from Annihilation.

It’s often Jude reading these books in the text itself. Does Nemoira read, and if so, what? Does, or would, Jude read to her? What would touch Nemoira in literature? (Yes, I want a book list!)

Yves, this is literally the most perfect question in the world; I have so much to say! Yes, I think Nemoira reads, though probably not much! I like the idea of Jude reading to her, it feels very intimate—something something music soothes the wild beast, but with literature? Some books that I think might tug at Nemoira’s heartstrings (and yes, we’ll be ignoring such silly things as time and eras, what books have been published when…)

Wuthering Heights by Charlotte Bronte

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Beauty & the Beast by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde

And, entering the plot, full steam ahead: if I had to name one favorite element of On Sundays, it would absolutely be the handling of Jude and Nemoira's relationship. It's so nuanced and quick; it sidesteps a black-and-white handling of morality for a much more complex portrait of the two of them. I'm curious how you feel about relationships in the text, and whether a healthy relationship is possible for Jude; what that does or doesn’t look like.

Gosh! It’s very easy to say that there’s not much anything healthy about any of Jude’s relationships. Honest, maybe, but not very healthy. I do think a healthy relationship is possible for Jude, especially after all that she’s been through with Nemoira. Someone once said that what they liked most about Jude killing her mother and then, later, Nemoira is that it felt like Jude was saying “I am someone worth dying for, I am someone worth killing for, and my love for these people is not worth more than my own life.” I think, after setting her boundaries with Nemoira, telling her very plainly via knife to the throat, “You cannot own or control me or twist me to be anything I’m not,” true and honest love is possible. It won’t look clean, it won’t look like a white picket fence, but that was never for Jude anyway. Sometimes love is a woman with a gun and a knife willing to kill for herself, and a beast that lets her have the space to be a little unhinged.

There’s also the fact that you’re writing about two women in a relationship, and doing so within a horror context. There’s some precedent for homoeroticism in horror and same-gender relationships filled with violence (Jennifer’s Body, Hannibal, and Killing Eve come to mind)—to what extent do you feel as though the horror genre itself, homoerotic or otherwise, influenced the way you wrote this couple?

The fun and simple answer: I saw what Bryan Fuller and Suzanne Heathcote (showrunners on Hannibal and Killing Eve, respectively) did and said, “Fuck copaganda, I could do it better and Black!”

The more complex answer: I think it’s impossible as a Black disabled lesbian to be into horror and not be drawn into the allure of homoerotic violence. It’s everywhere, from the vampires to the werewolves, to the way almost every villain in popular culture is some vague amalgam of queer stereotypes. There’s also something very alluring about being on the outside of society—why be like everyone else, cisgender and heterosexual, perfect and law-abiding, when you can be something grander? And I especially feel with pieces like Hannibal and Killing Eve that there’s that pull, that ‘I know I’m not “normal”, I know I don’t fit into these roles I’m meant to play, and if it’s the choice between being my authentic and amoral self vs being whatever everyone else wants me to be, I’ll make my own way.’

I DEFINITELY agree. (insert light glinting off of my fangs here) And speaking of gendermonsters: when Jude thinks of Nemoira and the bear, she genders the two separately—Nemoira is “she” and the bear is “it.” Nemoira, by contrast, refers to herself as “the bear” and “she.” We know that Jude and Nemoira don’t particularly see eye to eye on quite a few things by this chapter, but here’s one difference that really made me sit up and take notice—Jude and Nemoira are literally gendering Nemoira differently. In what ways are Jude, Nemoira, and you as the author approaching the gendering of animals, monsters, and women?

So we’ll go character by character, and I’ll include myself as a character too.

With Jude, womanhood is a performance, and she’s never gotten the script right. All throughout the novel, she’s very sure of herself, and I think, if she had the language for it, she’d be more aligned with the labels ‘agender’ or ‘nonbinary’, seeing as she doesn’t quite fit comfortably in that mold of ‘woman’. Still, even as she wrestles with the ideas of femininity, she knows for certain that the bear is Not a woman. Nemoira sleeping beside her is a woman, Nemoira soothing her and reminding her of her humanity is a woman, Nemoira who helps her garden and takes her deep into the woods is human enough (even knowing her other, more animal side) to be called ‘she’. When Nemoira is the bear, however, Jude’s comfortable with shucking the pronoun. This is no longer a ‘she’, and though bears obviously have gender, Nemoira is just somewhere outside of it for Jude. The bear’s too big for gendering, I think. For Jude, Nemoira as the bear is the woods, her fear, her terror of nature—Jude could call the bear ‘they’ and the fact would remain the same: Nemoira is a person, something Jude can easily relate to; the bear is a thing, something bigger than herself.

Now onto Nemoira! I’m not sure what my thought process was with Nemoira—in the original drafts, Nemoira calls herself ‘it’ as well. I think she/the bear was more convenient, another way for me to distinguish Jude’s point of view from Nemoira’s. If I did have to say anything about how Nemoira views her gender, it would be simply The Bear. Because, like, common womanhood doesn’t suit her, she only knows men as the things that come into the woods and try to kill her—easier to call herself a beast, something that eats and preys upon things and hungers and lusts. Basically, no thoughts; gender empty.

As for me and my thoughts, hm... Both Nemoira and Jude’s ungendering was a conscious choice on my part, at least sometimes. I’m nonbinary myself. I call myself a fae or a changeling, or I simply use lesbian as a catch-all to describe my gender. Being a Black vaguely-woman aligned thing is impossible; you’re either masculinized or ungendered because you don’t fit into that narrow box of thin, white femininity. No matter how pink and frilly I dress, I’m always going to be too hairy, too something. And it’s even worse for dark skin women, Black trans women, GNC women! There’s just no winning, so it felt good to write these characters who make a conscious choice to step outside of femininity, outside of gender.

In the first draft of On Sundays, I had written this long diatribe about Jude cooking and cleaning. She goes on about how she used to cook and clean because it’s what she was supposed to do, what women were made for, and how now that she’s in the woods, she does it for herself. There’s still some of that in the version that exists now—Jude standing outside of womanhood, picking and choosing what makes her feel good, dressing in her flowy dresses and skirts and pants, not because it’s what girls do, but because it’s what Jude likes. (also … the simple thing of her refusing to be called Judith, only Jude and Judy, wow!)

It’s basically just: I like to write Black women who are like me, outliers in gender, casual shirkers of the cisheteronormative rules.

And, getting to the meat (!) of things— I had this sense that Jude had to kill Nemoira. Particularly when Nemoira returns to the house in the woods, they treat it as a sort of inevitability, like the killing itself is the resolution to their verbal disagreements. It’s natural, and flows easily from the preceding events of the book. I couldn’t put my finger, though, on why it all felt so necessary, and so I’m asking you. What’s your authorial opinion on why Nemoira has to die for the story to progress?

So, by the time you get these answers, I’ll have sent you the link to the post on Tumblr, the anon that sent me that lovely question/observation about Jude being worth killing for. Honestly, they hit the nail right on the head. Nemoira had to die for the story to progress for two things:

Ain’t no way Jude was going to let somebody else control her, especially not with food. She already extracted herself from one bloody and abusive situation; she wasn’t going to wander into another without a fight.

Jude’s worth dying/killing for. I’m sure Jude’s mother thought she was doing the best she could for her girl, same as Nemoira thought she was doing the best for Jude by keeping secrets and lying about her true nature. When Jude put the knife to Nemoira’s throat, she was saying, again, “I’m worth honesty and openness, I’m not a thing you can trick and use, and if you think you can lie to me without consequences, well, you’re going to feel my blade!’

There’s something so metaphorical about that. The killing isn’t really about the killing itself so much as it is about defense, about pride, about taking an argument to its ultimate point.

On a similar note, I’m wondering about the role fate plays in this book (and in your personal beliefs). Nemoira can seemingly never truly die. Jude, mentally and physically, continuously returns to what she’s left behind; as a Black woman, her passage in the physical world is also often barred by white people. At the same time, the entire story opens with Jude’s violent expression of her agency to and against her mother. And, silly as it is, we’re back to Brave and the trailer quote: “If you had the chance to change your fate...” So, does anyone change their fate here? Are these characters—is anyone—in control of their own narrative?

Yves, omg, this question is so juicy! Not to quote Tumblr again, but there’s this one post that’s like a story is either a haunting or a maze, or something like that. I think there is such a thing as fate, that some things are destined and some things are inevitable. I also think that so much of our own lives is in our hands, from the smallest change of clothes to the most radical switching of paths. Some things I can’t control (racism, the price of gas, how it’s annoying that Windows doesn’t have a built-in em-dash), and some things I can, like my reactions to those aggravating things.

In terms of the story, fate is and isn’t. Jude could never leave her mother’s house until she had exorcised the demons of her past. Nemoira will forever come back and back to Jude, because she’s drawn to the woman who’s bold enough to look her in the eye and love her, regardless of having killed her.

One more motif before I start talking general writing: marks. Jude is marked by her mother (and later Nemoira), marks herself, and obviously there are the mental and historical marks left on places and people. Throughout the book, I found myself returning mentally to an iconic line in Beloved—“Mark the mark on me, too.” What do these scars mean for these characters and settings?

The way that line from Beloved was literally an inspiration… With Jude and her mother, the marks are about ownership. Jude is her mother’s thing, her property, and that slap to the cheek is a key. While it says, forever, “My mother did this thing to me because I tried to leave her,” it also says, “This was the price of my freedom: blood.” For Jude and Nemoira, that gorgeous gash on Jude’s face! Feels like a perfect parallel to Ernestine’s slash across the face, right? This time, though, it’s not about ownership, it’s about anger—it’s purely animal. Nemoira’s as surprised as the mark as Jude is, but they take it in stride. I think of Will Graham’s scars: the smile Hannibal left on his belly and the other one from the Tooth Fairy. Jude’s marks (from others) are proof of where she’s been, what she’s capable of.

As for the self-inflicted scars... Back when I was way less mentally stable, I used to self harm by scratching myself. Knives scared me, the permanence of fire unnerved me, so scratching it was. It was a way of wresting control, of making my body my own, and I think Jude views her self-harm the same way. When her emotions get too big, when there aren’t enough words to describe how she’s feeling, when the guilt and anger and sadness become much too much—easier to stick her hand over the fire to burn some of it off; easier to scratch at herself to release some of the heat. It’s very unhealthy, but it’s also very real and a reflection of myself. Also, *gestures to the entirety of Sharp Objects and Camille scratching vile words onto herself*.

Now, description doesn’t come naturally to me, and you are a master, so here I'm just foraging for tips. Do you think consciously about description? What do you find yourself editing for in that area, and what's most important to you—hitting all the senses, giving a strong visual, rolling off the tongue, or something else? Do you have any advice for someone who struggles with it?

Yves, stop, your description work is DELICIOUS! I will say that I try to put myself directly in the character’s shoes and try to capture every single sense. When I read, I like to feel like I’m right there. I want to feel the wind (or lack of it) in my face, I want to taste the smells and feel every bit of sensation, vibration on my skin. If there’s noise, I want it to deafen me. Also, if it flows off the tongue, that doesn’t hurt either. I would honestly say just like... step out of yourself when writing those descriptive moments. Like, turn off your Thinking Brain and go ‘okay, what do I notice, what comes to me about being here and what are they wearing and what’s obvious’, you know?

I do know!! Will do. (◎｀・ω・´)ゞ

To continue with the process itself: You’ve written, submitted, and posted a lot of short works; this is your debut novel (pause for supportive screaming). I’m curious about anything you have to say regarding that transition—what changed in your process, whether you wish you’d known anything in particular at the start, how working on short and long pieces at once has felt, what it’s like to spend several years with a piece, and any other sundry curiosities.

Umm, Yves, you’re gonna be super disappointed because No Thoughts, Brain Empty. I had the first draft of On Sundays done in 2016 for my NaNoWriMo, and I was flashing it around Tumblr until Sandra said ‘Hey, wait! You have a book on your hands, like you have a real ass novel!’ 2017-2019 I edited and re-edited, doing little pieces here and there because if I don’t write I die, and in 2020, I was Officially Published. I don’t think I had any really big, serious thoughts except ‘Dear God, I want people to read my work and know it’s good, and know I’m capable of making something amazing’. Is that whack? That’s very whack.

Well, I think what’s important is what works for you! You’re a motivated person—and so am I, for that matter. And, speaking of longer works, I also want to take this chance to talk We Cut Heads, which is a novel-shaped all-Black retelling of Sweeney Todd you’ve been working on. You've got cannibalism in On Sundays, you obviously have it in We Cut Heads, and with the other little links to Sweeney Todd in On Sundays I just have to ask—how do you feel about going all the way in? First you were interpolating a few similar elements, now you're telling the entire story. What's changed? How did On Sundays prepare you for this, and do you think looking back there'll be a connection between the two projects? And, of course, what draws you in about this subject generally?

(big and unabashedly loud scream) It feels great, feels organic! I’ve been into Sweeney Todd since I was like? Twelve, like fully in love with every single iteration (excluding the Depp version now, obvi). I’ve always wanted to do something with Sweeney Todd because it’s always been such a huge passion for me, and finally having the will and the words to make something big of it, a full retelling of it, ah! Amazing! I think writing On Sundays has given me such confidence—if I can birth a debut novel, I can raise up a kid like We Cut Heads, you know? And yeah, I think in retrospect, people will be able to go ‘Oh... Hm... This bitch really enjoys talking about cannibalism; food as means of control and love and so on... Hmm...’

And, finally: what should we be looking out for next?

Short stories, short stories, short stories! I try not to think too far ahead or nothing gets done, so we can just work on short stories and We Cut Heads in the meantime, wahoo!

Nice! Thank you for talking to me, Yah Yah! So excited to read your next piece. (●´ω｀●)

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 years

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Deck the Halls (SMUT) /blurb/ (12 days of blurbs)

Alternate Title: Harry Fucks You on the Couch & Comes Prematurely

Day 12. > December 25, 2021

AN: Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!! and the person who requested this sadly blocked me for what ever reason so yeah..... why request stuff to not even want to associate with me?

This story contains: fluff, smut

{ husband!harry - soft!harry - any solo era }

word count: 566

12 Days of Christmas Blurbs Masterlist (all previous/coming up blurbs here)

You and Harry have some couch sex and he decks (decorates) your walls with his cum.

Harry went out the the pub with a few of his mates. You stayed home and just watched some Christmas films on the tv. When it started getting late, your eyes begun to shut and you accidently feel asleep on the couch.

Around midnight, Harry comes home to find you asleep, snuggled into the cushions and smiles at the cute sight. He pads over towards the sofa and peels the blanket back, sliding under it with you and lays on top of your chest. You groan before waking up and becoming aware of Harry cuddling you. "Hi, did you have a good time?" you whisper.

Harry lifts his head and mutters, "Yeah, drank one or two beers with the lads. M' not drunk though."

"You know I wouldn't have cared if you were, babe. I'd happily take care of you. Plus, you're a cuddly drunk and I think its cute." you retort back while scratching your husbands scalp.

"I know but last time I got drunk I puked in Niall's car so I promised him I'd not drink as much. And I didn't. You have a very responsible husband, yah know?"

You giggle and reply, "Yes Harry, you're very responsible."

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After laying like that for a couple minutes, you feel Harry start to rut his cock against your thigh. That's when you realize he's fully hard.

"Were you....... wanting to do something about your little problem?" you question slowly.

This has Harry sitting up so he's straddling you and chants, "Yes, yes. Please!" He didn't want to bluntly ask because he didn't know if you'd be in the mood but you're honestly always in the mood for him.

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Clothes go flying across the living room and next thing you know, Harry is pounding you into the sofa. His legs are on either side of your hips and he's holding himself up with his hands on your shoulders. You've placed your hands on his hips, helping him collide with your pussy harder.

You look up and moan at the sight. Harry above you, torso stretched out and head tilted back. "Fuck." you hiss.

Harry looks down while keeping a steady rhythm and knowingly asks, "Yeah, feel good? Taking my cock so well aren't yah? M' gonna deck your walls."

"What?" you burst out laughing. Did he really say he was gonna deck your walls like the Christmas song Deck the Halls.

Harry's face turns a shade of pink before he drops down and hides his face into your neck from embarrassment. "I don't know why I said that. It sounded better in my head."

You move your hands to his back, holding him tightly to your body, and coo, "It's alright, babe. You can go right ahead and deck my walls. Want them painted white with all your cum. Maybe giving me a baby."

"Nhn, shit. I'm coming, fuckin hell." Harry moans loudly. This is the first time Harry has ever came prematurely. It was a mixture of you being so straight forward and telling him to come inside you and you saying that he might be giving you a baby.

When you feel Harry's hot cum shoot up into your cunt, you hurriedly reach down and attach your fingers to your clit. Then you start rubbing aggressively and soon enough, you're coming with him.

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yourfatherlucifer · 2 years

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Name Tags | Han Gyeong-Su

"Gyeong-Su, you honestly suck at this game!"

"I do not! You're the one that sucks, the parkour is hard!"

Two best friends by the name Han Gyeong-Su and L/N Y/N were playing a zombie video game called, "Dying Light," but little did they know, their future would be filled with the same kind of monsters.

"If zombies were real, would you protect me, Y/N?" Gyeong-Su pauses the game and looks at his best friend.

Y/N looks back at him, "Nope." She tries to stifle a laugh.

"Yah!" Gyeong-Su slides over to her and raises his arms as if ready to tickle her, "Why not!"

"Gyeong-Su, don't. I was kidding!" She gets ready to stand up and run, only to have his hands run all over her sides; causing her to burst into a fit of loud laughter.

He watched her face contort into pure happiness, she was adorable in his eyes. She was perfection to him. How could she be everything he ever wanted? All he wants is her, there's was no way he thought of her the same. She was always talking to Wu-Jin, that must mean that she likes him. All he could do was dream about being with her.

"Okay! Okay! Stop, dude!" Y/N curled up into a ball.

Gyeong-Su smiles and releases her, "Come on, we should go to bed, it's late and we've got school tomorrow."

Y/N was staying at his house for the night as her parents were on a business trip in America for the week.

"Ugh fine."

"Oh my god, I can't believe we slept in! We're gonna be so late! I don't wanna get in trouble." Y/N runs beside her best friend.

"Hey at least we'll be stuck at school together," he smiles.

"Yeah after everyone does their damn chores!"

Both friends were stopped at the front gate of the school with other fellow students - as they were scolded for being late.

Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed her friends hand, "Yeah, yeah we get it! Bye!"

She ran past the yelling teachers.

"Oh my god, why did you run! We're gonna be in so much trouble!" Gyeong-Su whines as he's dragged to home room.

He honestly didn't even care if he got in trouble, as long as he was with her. The whole world could burn to hell and all he'd wish for is to be next to her. Why couldn't she be his already? That's it, he's gonna confess to her.

That's if he doesn't get scared.

"Hey Y/N, hey Gyeong-Su!" Dae-Su greets the two of his best friends as they sit down.

Gyeong-Su watches the two friends converse as he zoned out. Maybe he won't confess..

Dae-Su and Y/N look good together. Why wouldn’t they be together? Maybe he was wrong for all he knew.

“Cheong-San, why won’t you tell On-Jo that you like her? You guys would look so cute together!” Y/N smirked as she stole a chicken nugget off of his plate.

Gyeong-Su and Dae-Su both laughed. She was always taking food from her friends’ trays at lunch.

Cheong-San smacks her hand when she reaches back for more. “And why won’t you tel-“ Y/N kicks him in the shin.

“Ow! What was that for?” He yelled and cradles his leg.

“Then keep your mouth shut, jackass.” She glares.

Dae-su looks at all three of his friends confused. She stands up quickly, leaving her tray behind. As she leaves the cafeteria, Cheong-San looks at Gyeong-Su.

“You should go after her.”

He nods and chases after his friend.

“Y/N wait!” She speeds up.

He sighs and once he catches up he grabs her by the shoulder.

“Stop! Where are you going?” Gyeong-Su tilts his head.

Y/N groans, “No where! I just..” she looks to the side to see if anyone else was around.

Y/N then rips off her nametag, grabbing Gyeong-Su’s and hand and shoving it in his palm. “There.”

He looks at her in disbelief, “What?”

Y/N eyes tear up, “I knew it..I’m sorry.”

She goes to leave but before she could, Gyeong-Su grabs her hand before placing his name tag in her hand.

“I was so scared that you didn’t feel the same about me, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I thought you were in love with Dae-Su.” Gyeong-Su begins to sob.

“What? No, I liked you the whole time. I view him as a brother!” She pulls him into an embrace.

“Really? I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you, Han Gyeong-Su.”

“Told you they liked each other.”

“Shut up weirdo.”

#all of us are dead #gwi nam #yoon gwi nam #Han gyeong su #gyeong su

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cybersoldier82 · 2 years

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Decided to man up and make a pinned post, so here we go. Please read before you follow, and if you have any questions, my DMs are always open.

Artist Description: Hello, Name's Kyle. But you can also call me Cyber if yah want, it doesn't matter. I'm an 19 year old artist that's trying his best to improve, damnit. I am also on the autism spectrum so please keep that in mind if you ever wanna hit up my DMs. I am a Demisexual/Demiromantic, polyamorous, omnisexual/omniromantic, he/him and he/they male that is pro Choice, BLM, and pro LGBTQ+. I don't post art that often but I'm trying to remedy that so bare with me here. I am a walking shit post that is always trying to make everyone laugh as often as possible. I consider myself a nice person so if you ever wanna chat or RP my DMs are always open, and will welcome you with open arms.

What I do here: Now about my content... I am an oc/alien artist. HOWEVER, my content does contain some things that some ppl may not enjoy, I will tag anything that falls under that category accordingly.

Here's what I will Draw/Discuss: Gt/general size content, Aliens and Sci Fi in general, Anime, Random facts about animals, game lore and autism, furry/scalie content, and vore. Bare in mind i am NOT a vore or gt/giantess artist/account, I am an oc blog, but my content does, can, and will contain those things, and I am a proud member of said communities so please be advised. Again, just so we're clear here I am NOT a vore blog, I am an oc/alien blog. I just draw, reblog, discuss, and am a proud member of aforementioned communities. If you find any of these uncomfortable or it just ain't your cup of tea that's fine, I will and have tagged those things, and will put up content warnings as a heads up.

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My don'ts and won'ts list: Permanent fatal vore is a huge nope for me (fatal with a respawn like system is fine tho.) Same thing goes for unaware vore/ unaware gt, or some wombo combo of those(again, some form of respawn must be included). Cruel gt is another nope (playful teasing and some fear play is ok tho).

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gyusbambi · 3 years

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humph; han seojun (pt 2)

click here for humph masterlist!

part 1, part 3

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note: juyeong is reader’s brother and is not related to the lims, jugyeong doesn’t exist in this story. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon's "humph! / 접근금지". originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: 4k

after the encounter, you try your best to avoid han seojun. everytime you spot him walking in the hallways, your feet start moving faster. every so often you won’t allow yourself to put all of your books into your locker and end up carrying the heavy things during the whole day. why does his locker have to be next to yours anyway?

seojun might be academically not the best, but he sure isn’t dumb.

clearly, he notices how you turn around and walk into a complete different classroom whenever he makes an appearance in the same hallway. he also notices how you always walk around with piles of books, never taking the chance to place them into your locker, since his own happens to be next to yours.

one day he spots lee suho helping you with carrying your books. smiling, you thank your friend and hand him over some of them. while heading towards the classroom together, you talk about the upcoming school trip. unfortunately, you’re not quite able to see what’s in front of you since the pile of books cover your sight slightly. yet, as seojun walks past suho, his shoulder hits suho’s which makes the books fall out of his hands with a loud thud.

quickly, you help suho collect the books on the floor and don’t fail to notice him muttering,

“what’s his problem?”

it’s an entertaining thursday evening as you spend time in the karaoke bar with your classmates. kang soojin, who happens to be suho’s childhood friend, asked you and suho to tag along with them. first, lee suho declined the kind offer but you luckily managed to convince him.

the noraebang is filled with laughter when taehoon, sua’s boyfriend, sings his lungs out to his favorite song. after your eyes wander from the couple too soojin and then too suho, a smile forms on your face. taehoon’s arm is around suho’s shoulder as they both sing a ballad. you’re happy that suho opens up to others more and you enjoy being able to spend time with these four, feeling like you’re making new friends.

however, it feels a little strange that seojun and chorong aren’t around. you remember how you would go to the karaoke bar every saturday, sometimes it was only seojun and you. secretly, you adored listening to his voice.

suddenly, the notification sound of your phone wakes you up from your short trance.

juyeong: why is seojun hyung’s bike in front of our house?

it’s a message from your younger brother. why hasn’t seojun picked up his bike yet?

while the others continue singing, you excuse yourself and walk outside in order to call your younger brother. patiently, you walk back and forth, waiting for him to answer the call. you sigh when he doesn’t pick up and are about to dial his number again.

before you can do so, you jump and let out a yelp at a familiar voice,

“y/n?”

it’s han seojun.

frightened you turn around, palm pressed to your heart.

“you scared me!” closing your eyes, you let out a relieved breath.

“you’re here too?” seojun ignores your shocked reaction.

“yes.”

“with whom?”

taken aback, you stay silent for a short moment, not knowing how to respond. clearly, you’re aware that seojun, for some reason, isn’t on good terms with suho. therefore, you wouldn’t want him to start a conflict with the innocent boy right here, at the karaoke bar.

“uh, i’m here with soojin a-”

abruptly you trail off when you spot lee suho himself at the entrance, searching for you while his glance shifts through the place. luckily, seojun’s back is facing the entrance. the boy in front of you waits for you to continue but is caught off guard when you pull him around the corner, before suho can find you.

“what are you doing?” seojun questions with lines forming between his brows.

nervously, you try to come up with an excuse while avoiding his gaze, checking behind his back if suho saw you,

“your motorcycle-”

“look who we have over here! seojunnie!”

at the sound of lee sungyong and his gang you stop talking and observe an annoyed expression appear on seojun’s face.

when you turn around to face them, they let out surprised laughs,

“y/n, long time no see!”

“why do you have to here.” seojun groan.

soon, you sense that something bad could happen any moment which makes you dart your glance around the area nervously, looking for a possible way out. timidly, you draw your mouth into a straight line before your fingers firmly grip around seojun’s, pulling him away from the others without thinking twice. the young boy seems shocked by your actions as his legs adjust to your pace.

in no time, you find yourself running away from lee sungyong and his gang, your hand still clutched on seojun’s wrist. adrenaline courses through your veins as you pass several stores, pushing people out of your way. to the sound of lee sungyong shouting your names, you keep your breath steady, push harder and run even faster.

seojun himself forces his legs to push harder, his lungs straining. his breath thickening, he steals a quick glance at you. the wind whips your hair away from your face as you face forwards with an uneasy look. his mind is frantic with thoughts: how is it possible to move this fast?

yet, at this great speed, you can barely see a few feet ahead of you. your feet nearly slip from beneath you when your shoes pound heavily across the ground and mud splashes up your leg.

noticing this, seojun rapidly takes your hand into his own without slowing down and takes the lead. since the boy is familiar with this dark area, he sprints around the next corner. the shoutings behind you don’t stop, demanding you to stop running. after sprinting for solid minutes, you finally hide behind a wall when seojun finds a way to trick the gangsters.

heart pounding faster than ever, you’re still concerned that they will find you. seojun squats down next to you, his legs tired from all the running. when your surroundings are safe, you swiftly stand up while your breath comes in short gasps.

claiming you’re tired would be an understatement. you are exhausted. still you feel relieved that you could escape the group of boys.

moments later seojun sighs with annoyance behind you.

“why did you have to drag me away?” the boy complains before you turn around to face him with a frown on your face.

it’s dark and quiet outside, indicating that it’s probably really late. the air is cold which makes you shiver for a moment. when you wait for him to continue instead of answering, seojun groans, not believing that you seriously don’t understand what he’s trying to point out.

“they’ll think it’s weird of us to run away like cowards. ah, you’re really dumb.”

“i’m dumb?”, you raise your voice with squinted eyes before he can leave,

“you’re the one who believes fish are wet.”

“fish are wet.” the boy slowly turns around to face you again.

“they’re not because they’re surrounded by water. once they get out of-”

“it’s water, y/n!”

it’s not worth arguing with someone as dumb as him.

with a mirthless smile you shake your head,

“you’re the dumb one.”

after that you leave to make your way home, completely forgetting to ask seojun about his motorcycle. the boy himself watches you walk away with a little worry. shouldn’t he walk you home at this time? ah, never mind.

and so he walks home by himself, not used to the fact that his motorcycle is away from him.

the next day in school seems like a regular one. fortunately, you were able to get enough sleep this time. thankfully, seojun’s motorcycle was no longer parked in front of your house this morning. not expecting anything spectacular to happen, you enter the classroom with several books in your arms, like always. however, as soon as some of your classmates notice you, they walk to your seat with widen eyes.

“y/n! where were you last night?”, soojin asks you with a calm tone.

sua hits your shoulder playfully and whines, “do you know how worried we were?!”

oh, no. you completely forgot to contact them after your small adventure with han seojun.

“poor suho looked everywhere for you.”, taehoon pouts, his glance darting to suho, who was sitting on his seat peacefully.

after hearing taehoon’s words, you turn your head to the innocent boy with regret written on your face,

“i’m so sorry.”

“don’t worry, y/n. we’re glad you’re okay.” suho smiles at you as the others agree.

the day passes normally, like you predicted, until lunch break.

considering kim chorong is nowhere to be seen, and you’re trying to stay away from han seojun, you sit next to you other friends during lunch. the same people from the karaoke bar talk about their plans after school, when suddenly everyone looks up to the sight of han seojun’s. his loud steps and irritated expression catches all the attention in the canteen.

however, you feel concerned when you’re approached by him, your heart beating a little faster.

“yah, y/l/n y/n.”

you gulp when he carefully talks in a controlled voice, glaring at you through his cat like eyes,

“come out.”

the whole lunch room gasps with surprise at his statement, anticipating on what will happen next. just when he grabs your arm to drag you out of the room, lee suho steps between you both, slapping seojun’s grip away from your arm,

“what do you think you’re doing?”, he speaks with a low voice.

“you better stay out of this.”

han seojun hisses and holds on your uniform this time, pulling you away from the others.

your head is filled with endless questions when you’re forced to follow him out. what have you done wrong? the corridor is empty and silent as the boy in front of you pounds his hand on the wall behind you, leaving only a small gap between your faces. your back is pressed against the cold wall.

blown away by the sudden closeness you swallow dryly, unable to wet your parched throat. his sudden change in mood slightly intimates you.

“you think you can piss me off easily?”

you’re taken aback when he snaps.

“wh-what are you talking about?” nervously, you stammer while excessively blinking.

after that, seojun laughs with edge, eyes leaving yours for a moment to remain his calm. why are you pretending to not know? seconds later he bends down to your height, now even closer than before. eyes looking deeply into yours, he tries to read you. yet, the only thing he’s able to see is your confusion.

“do you believe giving my keys to that bastard is funny?”

“i have no clue what you’re talking about.”

luckily, the worry in you melts down a little but you’re still confused.

“you’re really starting to get on my nerves now. this morning lee sungyong came to me with these, and my damaged bike.”

frustrated, seojun takes his keys out of his jacket-pocket and holds them up for you too see. a line forms between your brows when you stare at the keys, waiting for him to continue,

“and what do i have to do with that?”

“are you kidding me?! you’re the person who had my keys the whole time!” seojun hisses, his voice raising which causes you to flinch lightly,

“my bike was parked in front of your house, remember? you gave my keys to that bastard!”

“i didn’t have your keys!” finally you defend yourself, slowly getting annoyed by his behavior.

“you did, i gave them to you last week!”

seojun’s face is still insanely close to yours.

“you did, but i gave them back to you.” you look into his eyes with confusion.

“what?” seojun’s expression reflects your own.

“i-i put them into your pocket. didn’t you notice?”

oh no. he absolutely didn’t.

“when did you do that?”

“the day after you gave them to me. i thought you would notice.” you mumble the last part quietly, suddenly feeling like it’s your fault.

precisely, you remember how you put seojun’s keys back in his jacket, which was hanging on his seat when he wasn’t around. taking the opportunity, you decided to quickly put them in there without having to face seojun for it, since you weren’t on good terms.

all this time you wondered why the boy wouldn’t pick up his bike. it was standing there whole time, which made you believe that maybe he truly wanted to quit riding his motorcycle.

however, it turns out that he never noticed. how did the others find his keys, though? was it your fault? perhaps you should have simply handed them to him personally instead of being stubborn.

seojun sighs with frustration and runs his hand through his hair,

“how did they get them then?”

suddenly it all clicks. everything makes sense when you remember every detail from last night. with unease your eyes widen,

“the jacket you wore last night... it was the navy one, right?”

he thinks for a moment before nodding, waiting for you to continue.

“i put the keys in that one. maybe it slipped out while we were running?”

you glance around, not focusing on anything as you try to avoid his eyes. this doesn’t feel good at all.

a momentary look of discomfort crosses seojun’s face. he realizes that you’re possibly right and that he shouldn’t have accused you to do something like that. the fact that he already messed up by telling suho to stay away from you makes everything even worse. he feels guilty when he catches you looking around nervously. it’s not your fault.

right when he’s about to form words, two students run past him which causes him to stumble over his feet in shock. on the spur of the moment, his body is pressed on yours. at the sudden contact, you let out a small gasp when you notice that you’re stuck between him and the wall. one of his palms is still pressed against the wall behind you, while the other one holds on your shoulder to steady himself.

both of you look up at the same time, embarrassed by his sudden actions. when your eyes meet, your heart pounds against your ribs as if trying to reach thousand beats. it’s so intense that you internally pray for him not to hear it. his face is only a few centimetres away from yours which makes you freeze on spot. somehow you feel his breath on your cheek and you think you’re about to lose it.

why are you so nervous suddenly?

why does his gaze make your heart beat so fast?

carefully, you study seojun’s face. his dark hair partly falls over his forehead, his eyes now relaxed, cheeks tinted a bright shade of pink.

in fact, seojun is blushing profusely. just like you, he’s taken aback by the closeness and can’t help but gaze into your eyes deeply. he too, feels strangely nervous, a little too nervous if truth be told.

after what seems like seconds, you can’t stand it anymore and forcefully hit his forehead with your head, which makes him stumble backwards.

probing the pained area, seojun winces, “what the hell?!”

“i-i told you i didn’t give them your keys!”, you decide to come up with that instead of showing how the boy effected you so easily,

“you always put the blame on me.” after mumbling that you rush back to the canteen in super speed, hoping for your poor heart to calm down.

seojun only watches you sprint away, unaware of how he made you feel. rubbing his forehead painfully, he shakes his head in order to get rid of his thoughts.

there’s no way. i should probably just see a doctor.

time passes quickly and finally the important day has come: the school trip. everyone from your grade was talking about the upcoming event the whole time, planing several games and activities. for you it seems nice too but since you’re avoiding seojun, which also automatically makes it harder to see chorong, you worry how you’re going to spend the whole time on your own. it’s a bummer that lee suho refused to join the trip. certainly, you attempted to convince your friend but unsuccessful.

as soon as you arrive at the school gates, where everyone is already waiting with their suitcases, you feel uneasy. nearing the others, you concern about the fact that you’ll probably have to sit alone in the bus. yet, when you finally approach the others you spot suho standing next to soojin, sua and taehoon. instantly, a smile appears on your face and you greet them, adding that you’re happy for suho to join them. glancing around, it doesn’t take you long to see han seojun next to kim chorong. without looking at them for too long, you focus back on your other friend group with little uncertainty.

one by one, students enter the bus after putting their suitcases into the bus trunk. for some reason you happen to be the last person to enter the bus. after putting your luggage into the trunk, you’re ready to go inside. yet, out of nowhere chorong appears in front of you with puppy eyes, begging for you to pack his snacks into your backpack, since his own is already full. not thinking about it too much, you agree and start placing them into your bag. chorong smiles with satisfaction and thanks you before his eyes check behind him. he winks at sua and gives her a sign after making sure you’re not paying attention to him.

sua then pushes her boyfriend and soojin inside when nobody is left, leaving chorong and you alone. eventually you manage to push in all the snacks into your bag. you’re surprised when you see that everyone is already in the bus and follow chorong inside as well.

as soon as you enter, suho finds your eyes and waves at you, indicating that he saved you a seat next to him. happily, you nod and wait for the others in front of you to take their seats.

you fail to notice chorong’s eyes widen when he stops in front of you, not allowing you to sit next to lee suho. sua understands the situation and slightly pushes kang soojin towards the empty seat next to suho.

oh, well.

both of your friends exchange surprised looks. however, seconds later soojin smiles at the boy next to him, starting a conversation.

as a matter of fact, you feel upset. disappointed, you move on, eyes not leaving chorong’s back. who are you going to sit next to now?

when the boy in front eventually arrives at the very back, you’re concerned. surprisingly, kim chorong takes the seat behind han seojun, leaving the last seat, which was next to seojun, for you.

han seojun doesn’t bother looking up, as he’s focused on his phone. clearing your throat, you request,

“chorong-ah, change seats with me.”

“nah, i like this seat.” stubbornly, he crosses his arms across his chest, head leaning against the window with closed eyes.

the short conversation catches seojun’s attention and he looks up with curiosity. after taking a look at the filled seats his eyes land and you. he’s surprised when he notices that you have to take seat next to him.

letting out a quiet sigh, you give chorong one last glare before sitting next to seojun. this is either going to be really awkward or provoking.

of course, once again you don’t notice chorong peeking at the both of you before giving sua and taehoon a thumbs up, content that their plan worked successfully.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” taehoon whispers to his girlfriend,

“they look like they’ll throw hands at each other any moment.”

“ ah, don’t worry. they’ll make up sooner than you think.” sua takes a quick glimpse of you plugging in your earpods without exchanging any words with the boy next to you.

but sua was wrong.

half an hour already passes and you still haven’t spoken any word. although, there‘s a small desire of talking to you in seojun, he can‘t make himself form the right words.

right when chorong is about to lose hope and fall asleep, something finally happens.

feeling tired from all the packing last night, you sense your eyelids getting heavier and you’re struggling to keep them open. nonetheless, you’re no longer able to do so and you fall asleep instantly.

out of the blue seojun feels your head resting on his shoulder. the boy is dumbstruck when his eyes widen, holding in his breath for a moment. his body shuts down and he doesn’t know how to react when his posture stiffens. besides that, he feels the skin on his shoulder tingle.

seojun almost curses under his breath when his heart races once again. this time, there’s a fluttering in his stomach as well, causing him to go speechless. from the corner of his eye, he observes your expression. a slight frown forms on your face, hair covering parts of it, lips in a small pout.

no matter what you do, you look so effortlessly... good. it doesn’t make a difference to him if you’re annoyed, confused, happy or simply tired. he always notices himself looking at you the same way, with adoring eyes. attempting to ignore it, he chose to tease you, not daring to ever show you.

he knew he went to far and feels stupid for his actions. yet, why doesn’t he just apologize? perhaps he doesn’t want to accept the fact that you mean much more to him. perhaps he’s afraid he’ll never mean more to you.

still asleep, you unknowingly move your head closer to seojun’s chest, feeling more comfortable this way. after that, he feels your arm wrap around his torso, almost snuggling him.

the boy’s heart melts at the sight of you. although his heart feels like exploding, he doesn’t want to admit that he kinda enjoys the skin-ship with his you. right when he’s about to run his hand through your hair, the sound of a camera catches his attention.

he looks up to find sua taking a polaroid picture, chorong awing at the sight of his two friends sharing a moment.

“aw, you guys are so cute!” sua jumps up and down, while handing seojun the polaroid picture.

suddenly seojun gets aware of his surroundings and the situation he finds himself in. he blinks a few times before moving his shoulder purposely while coughing, making your head fall down in a swift move.

before it hits his lap, you open your eyes and rub them with a displeased expression,

“what happened?”, you ask with a low voice, completely clueless.

“why- why do you fall asleep on my shoulder? that’s so uncomfortable. get a pillow or something!”

seojun stammers in the beginning, eyes not able to meet your tired ones. your friends sigh with annoyance and return to their seats, disappointed by seojun’s change in mood.

“sorry.” after rubbing your eyes, you steal a short glance at seojun. you’re slightly embarrassed and fix your hair while sitting up properly.

the boy only shrugs, quickly hiding the polaroid in the pocket inside of his jacket before you can see it.

seemingly, this trip is not going to be easy for han seojun.

little does he know, this was only the beginning of cupid chorong’s plan.

to be continued...

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