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Hexteam Modern au part 3

Paul Dano characters + tumblr posts part 2

can you make a lo’ak imagine where its first set when they were kids (like in the flashback scene of awotw) and the reader lives in the lab along with spider, and the people at the lab gave the reader a trampoline to play on, so one day lo’ak and neteyam see the reader jumping on it and lo’ak thinks it looks super fun (and the reader looks pretty) so the next day he comes by and asks to use the trampoline except he has no idea what it’s actually called, but in the end they become super good friends 👍👍

— TOUCH THE SKY !

pairing : lo’ak x reader !

a/n : yes bro i got you. this was so fun to write. lmk if you wanna be added to be taglist :

@nyotamalfoy @victoirey @itssiaaax @grierpilots

“Bro, remember when we first met?” Lo’ak asked randomly, nudging you.

You looked up and closed your eyes, recollecting the distant memory you had back when you and him were younger.

You then smiled and opened your eyes to look at him.

“How could I forget?”

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You were jumping on your trampoline that Norm gave you for your twelfth birthday, doing mini flips and tricks. You wished that Spider were here, or anyone, honestly, to watch you.

Unbeknownst to you, two Na’vi brothers were watching you from afar.

“What is she doing?” Neteyam whispered to Lo’ak. his eyes glued on your figure.

“That must be some ‘Sky People’ tech,” Lo’ak paused, then muttered, “she’s pretty.”

Neteyam slowly turned to look at his brother with a shocked expression caused from his words. His brother? Having a crush on one of the Sky People? How could this be?

“Brother, that is a human!” Neteyam spoke, a little too loud.

“Shh, you’ll blow our cover!” Lo’ak shushed him quickly, cringing a bit at the thought of being caught.

You continued to bounce, completely oblivious to the scene happening right in front of you. Neteyam covered his mouth quickly, but then eventually spoke again.

“How are you going to approach her?” Neteyam asked curiously.

An invisible lightbulb appeared over Lo’ak’s head, “I have a plan.”

Later that day, you were face to face by a Na’vi male, about the same age as you, with another boy standing behind him. By the similarities in appearance, you assumed that they were brothers.

Nonetheless, you were shaking in fear, tears nearly spilling out of your eyes. You heard stories about the Na’vi, both good and bad. You didn’t, however, expect them to be this tall.

They were towering over you.

“Don’t… don’t hurt me.” You tried desperately to sound tough, yet fear was the only thing evident in your voice.

A twinge of guilt struck at Lo’ak’s young heart before he gulped, almost not knowing what to say. He felt bad for you — you look like you had just seen a ghost.

“We are not going to hurt you,” Neteyam spoke up, “we are friendly!”

You gasped, your mood switching in a heartbeat.

“You speak English!” You said, fascinated. Your eyes were practically sparkling.

Neteyam nodded, excitedly, “My brother came to ask you something.” He nudged his younger brother towards you, Lo’ak stumbling a bit before regaining his balance.

He shot a glare at Neteyam then crouched down to match your height, quickly planning what to say in his head.

Before he could speak, you gasped again, moving closer to him. You noticed the little white dots displayed across his face down to his torso.

“They’re so pretty..” you mumbled, instinctively reaching out to touch them. You ran your fingers across the pattern, your eyes wide in awe.

Fascinated to say the least, you squinted your eyes, pressing on one of the dots then looking at your finger to check if it left a mark. You were distracted, almost forgetting that you were in the middle of a conversation.

Lo’ak, scared to move under your touch, cleared his throat. You quickly took your hands off him, placing your arms behind your back. He was still blushing from your previous actions, but quickly collected himself.

“I… think you’re pretty too,” he pulled a bracelet out of his pouch before handing it to you.

You gently took the bracelet, automatically putting it around your wrist. You examined it carefully. It was made out of woven leather, with pebbles from nearby lakes attached to the material.

Squealing in excitement, you twisted your wrist around to show off your new jewelry.

You then hugged Lo’ak tightly before silently thanking him with a blush on both of your faces.

Once you pulled away, you two shared a smile. It was then he remembered what him and his brother were here for.

“Can I…” he trailed off, realizing that he had no idea what that thing was. You looked at him, confused.

He gave up on trying to find the right words, and simply pointed to the trampoline. You slowly looked toward the direction he pointed to, realization striking you.

“Do you want to play?” You asked, hopefully.

Lo’ak and Neteyam both nodded at the same time, making you giggle.

Next thing you knew, all three of you were bouncing on the trampoline.

“I can touch the sky, look!” Lo’ak exclaimed before bouncing and reaching upward.

You smiled for the tenth time that day, happy that you found new friends to play with.

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“You know, now that I think about it,” you looked at Lo’ak, only now realizing how much the two of you had grown since then, “we wouldn’t have met without that trampoline.”

He nodded in agreement, then turned to face you, holding eye contact. You two sat in silence, just looking at each other. You loved this. You loved that you two could stay quiet without it being awkward. You were the most comfortable when you were with him, as he was with you.

“I still think you’re pretty,” he whispered, breaking the silence.

You smiled at his words. He had no idea how much he meant to you.

“I think you’re pretty too,” you said as you brought your hand up to caress his face gently. The action was incredibly intimate, especially for a pair of best friends.

But something, only Eywa knows what, told you that you both wanted to be more than that.

So you continued to caress his face, studying the pattern of white freckles you’ve known like the back of your hand by now. His cheek was slightly grazed by the pebble attached to the woven bracelet on your wrist — the same one you’ve kept since your twelfth birthday.

okay but the ask about giving ralph kissies 🥺 do you think maybe we can get a little blurb of that please? like the cupping his cheeks and admiring him before actually kissing him?

ugh YES ralph deserves ALL the kissies

"Ralphie," you cooed, moving on the couch to get at your husband. He sat on the floor, leaned up against the couch as he strummed at his ukulele, and he instantly stopped what he was doing and looked at you with those beautiful dark eyes he had.

"Yes, my love?" he asked, and you bit the tip of your tongue as you reached over to him and captured his cheeks between your palms.

"You're so pretty," you told him, and you felt his cheeks warm under your hands as a flush invaded his skin. It turned the tips of his ears pink and, even though his shirt collar was high, you knew his neck was turning pink as well. "My pretty boy... Give me a kiss, darling."

Ralph immediately clambered up to reach your lips, and he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. He was smiling, and he hummed happily once the kiss broke. "Thank you," he said, and you jokingly frowned when he tried to pull away.

"I'm not done with you," you chuckled, and Ralph grinned, his smile nearly touching his ears. You kissed him again, soft on his twitching lips, then you went to his cheeks, settling smooches on the apples and his little dimple. Ralph was practically vibrating with joy, sitting on the floor as you showered him in kisses, and you gave a quick "Oops!" when you saw that your lipstick had left marks everywhere you had kissed him, his cheeks and nose and forehead. "I'm sorry, darling."

"Don't be sorry," Ralph said, and his fingers rose to touch at his cheek, some of your pink lipstick transferring onto his fingertips. "I'm leaving them, I'll carry your love around with me all day."

"You're too cute," you told him, and you placed one more big kiss on his lips.

Definitivamente estos dos juntos serían lo más adorables ♡ + shitpost

About my content:

◉ Not everyone speak english on a daily basis, bare with me.

◉ I'm not new to writing but i'm new to writing in english. My style is going to evolve through time.

What I'Il post:

◉Mainly yandere, it contains stalking. manipulation, kidnapping, voyeurism obsession, toxic relationship..

◉But also fluff and imagine/blurb and normal stories. Smut too but it won't be really good because I need to improve

◉The Legend of Zelda (every 3D game so TP, OOT, SS, but obviously not when it's toon link), GTAV. Avatar. (Both movies) Some movies i'm addicted to at the moment (I'Il specify it) Others video games which I'll specify as well.

◉Some animes/manga too.

◉Women, men and non binary reader and women, men and non binary yandere (probably OC too)

What I won't post:

◦ Story on real people, like celebrity. I'll write about the role they're playing but not the person themselves. (I write about Ethan Landry but not Jack Champion cuz i think it's cursed to do so.)

◉Racism, incest, shit and piss, domestic abuse, transphobia.

◉Dubcon (forced kiss but that's as far as I go), rape, pedophilia.

If I write something you don't understand, here or under another post, tell me! I'Il probably won't notice it myself and my mind can sometimes be stuck in my native language and I'Il write something that is not correct in english.

LOVE HOTEL

YANDERE KAMISATO AYATO

Synopsis: Ayato suggests that you two go to a love hotel, for just an experience, he said. [Modern AU]

Warning: May contain triggering content, implied sexual content, slight nudity, non-consensual touching, and a lot of underlying yandereness. Errors might be present, please do not mind them, enjoy!

He insisted it would be a favorable ordeal.

Just two colleagues wanting to experience some friendly intimacy, denial was at the tip of her tongue when he first mentioned it, his persuasive strategy is what had caused her to stand in front of the hotel, just wondering, how she consented and let him paddle the way. Running away didn't seem like a plausible alternative, now that he has her hand in a rigid clasp, gently dragging her inside.

It felt deplorable standing at the counter, with her behind him while he paid the sum in full, requesting a room, smiling at the employee with him still holding onto her wrist.

The pathway to their room was a fragment she'd find hard to forget, the few odd sounds here and there invaded her thoughts, the bright and cheerful place seeming like it was hiding something dark, she spoke in an attempt to get him to let her go.

While he paced ahead without a concern.

"Um... Can we go back, please? This place is making me uncomfortable." She timidly asked, dully aiming to pull her arm back, he didn't approve of her rebellion at the moment, replying with a stern tone.

"We've barely scratched the surface. Why return now after we decided we would do nothing more than view the place and leave." He side-eyed her, a smirk stretching once he connected the dots after seeing her face.

"If you are concerned about those noises, pay them no mind. I assure you, I have nothing of that sort planned." He replied.

"N-no I wasn't thinking about that, this seems like a place we shouldn't be, you know?"

He laughed, unable to mull over her words as they arrived at the room they were given the key to, the deluxe edition, it reads, unlocking the door and stepping in.

She breathed in the soft floral scent of lavender, pleasantly cold and commodious, the king-sized bed had a few towels and a booklet for some of the... More interesting items, she looked away, anxious and hyper to flee, if someone saw them, she wouldn't know how to deal with the rumours that will inevitably spread.

"Ahh!" Ayato mouthed, she jumped, glancing toward the male surveying the elegant ropes, muttering, "interesting..."

"Can we leave? We saw what it looks like, isn't that enough?" She pressured, nervously gazing at the many bounds he took out, he stared at her, saying, "most certainly not, there's much to explore, my dear friend."

She widened her eyes, advancing back, he appeared like he was enjoying her enactment, chuckling at her nonplused expression. She shortly asked, "what if someone saw us?" Worried by the amount of snooping questions she'll get if it ends up being the outcome.

"Please, I'm certain they will leave us alone. Besides, if that does happen, it will be... Interesting." He mused, curiously darting towards the closet and studying provided items, she stood, dumbfounded by his comeback but it wasn't unpredictable.

"For a top student, you sure do like to get into trouble. Whatever it is, leave me out of this." She said, hoping that it would yield her freedom, however, he promptly got up while holding a soft piece of fabric. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to try this on?" He sang with a devilish smirk, she swallowed, glancing at the beautiful mirror to the right, the bra seemed pretty expensive and new, baby blue in hue and petite design.

"No, that's too... Revealing." She sheepishly finished. She shouldn't have eluded his gaze at the last moment.

"That's true. How about this night grown?" He said, showing a silky white short dress, with thin straps, she involuntarily shivered, shaking her head and saying, "we are not going to stay the night." She surmised, he grinned along tossing the lingerie onto the puffy mattress.

"Give me the keys, I'm leaving." She firmly stated, he shushed her, smiling at her amusing expressions, "please calm yourself, we are merely here to try these things out, you wouldn't waste the money I've spent, now would you?" He replied, thinking guilt-tripping her would suffice.

"I don't want to but I'm not comfortable. Would you please give me the keys?"

"Okay, I will, when you try this out?" He playfully taunted, moving the fabric closer to her, she stepped back, beginning her futile experiment at making him take back his words.

"I said no, can we leave?" She answered.

"Come on now, don't be that way. I promise I'll let you go after you've tried this on." He gently pressured her, and she waived, taking the textile and disappearing into the bathroom.

"Oh! And, please do show them to me before you leave." He announced as she lowered her bra straps.

"I will not!!" She retorted.

"Do remember I have the keys."

She groaned, looking herself in the mirror, entertaining the idea of sitting in the bathroom so she could pass time and thwart her friend, upon making herself feel safe by the wall, he seems to have conjectured her course of avoidance, as he loudly knocked on the door.

"You can't stay in there forever you know. The faster you come, the sooner we can go home."

She gulped, pursuing her lips and moving forward, repenting her indigent decision.

She opened the door.

Bending her head, glancing anywhere but his observing eyes, despite shunning the odd sensation it increased, his gaze was glued on her frame.

He smiled.

"You look beautiful." He confessed, emerging from his seat and drawing near her before she can gather her thoughts and step away.

"Although, you haven't quite tied the straps right, are you shy? We've been friends for so long, I thought we were long past that stage." He mumbled, close to her face, just an inch more and they could kiss.

"Are you perhaps denying the facts?" He whispered, slowly snaking his arms against her waist, getting her adjusted to his hold, pressing his fingers into her warm flesh, securing her in his grasp.

"We both have feelings for each other, it's undeniable. We care for one another more than we let on."

"Isn't that right?" He tenderly kissed her cheek.

He eventually relaxed his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in and out, caressing her sides, and then he grumbled, "you like suppressing a lot of things."

She froze.

"Would you mind indulging me in those?"

He griped, unclipping her bra.

OUT LOUD | Eddie Munson

Summary: When you and Robin pass notes in class about Eddie Munson, the teacher calls you both out for it, confiscating the notes. To make matters worse, she reads the notes out loud catching the attention of the very special freak.

Author’s Note: Not proofread, sorry lmao 😭

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to be met by a very annoyed classmate with a neatly folded up note gripped in between their two fingers. They looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to grab it.

You take it, looking around to see who could have given it to you. You locked eyes with Robin, her nodding to you to open the note.

“When are you going to tell him?” The note read in sloppy hand-writing. Robin’s hand writing wasn’t the very best, you were surprised that you were even able to read it.

“Who?” You wrote underneath her sentence. You knew who she was talking about, you just decided to play dumb. What if— whoever the person’s name behind you— read it and told Eddie that the two of you were passing notes about the dungeon master? Ever since Robin found out about your crush on Eddie, she has been nonstop trying to convince you to tell him.

You turned around in your seat, a tight-lipped smile on your lips as you gave it to the person behind you. They frown, snatching the note before giving it to Robin.

You watch as she opens it, her eyes scanning the paper before looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow. She scribbled something on the paper before giving it back to the annoyed person who was now a note messenger for the two of you.

You take the note, opening it up. “Eddie? Who else would I be talking about. You really need to tell him, I’m telling you, he likes you back! I swear I saw him staring at you earlier in the hallway, his eyes were like heart-shaped!”

A faint blush painted your cheeks. Was he actually staring at you earlier? The two of you only talked a few times, only knowing each other because of Robin and Steve. You guys have probably talked three times the whole school year. The first time was when Steve introduced you two, the second was when you accidentally bumped into him during lunch and the third time… was when you bumped into him, again.

“Chrissy was near me. He was probably staring at her.” You quickly scribbled onto the paper.

“Ms. Y/L/N.” Your teacher started, her witch hand snatching the piece of paper out your hands. You gasped.

“Are your notes more important than this class?” She asked, squinting her eyes to read the words written on the paper.

“N-no, ma’am.” You mumbled. You prayed that she would just throw it away, confiscate it and tell you, you can get it after class. But, no. With your luck, she decided to humiliate you, her screechy voice reading everything out-loud enough for the whole school to hear.

She mimicked the words, trying her best to read Robin’s sloppy handwriting. “When are you going to tell him? Who? Ed…” You slouched into your seat, covering your face with your hands to hide your red, embarrassed face. You prayed that the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

You didn’t dare look up, even when she lectured you about how you should be worrying more about school than boys. How boys were going to get you nowhere in life. She then threw the note in the trash, her face grimacing.

You could hear a few snickers from students in the classroom, some whispering and judging you for having a crush on the infamous freak. You could already imagine the rumors that would be spreading around by the end of the day.

What did Eddie think of you now? Was he snickering along with the rest or the class? Was he going to take apart of those rumors? Was he disgusted? Embarrassed for you?

You hesitantly removed your face from your hands, looking back at Robin to send her a glare. She just gave you a apologetic look before mouthing the word “sorry”.

In your peripheral vision you could see someone staring at you. You already knew who it was. You remembered where he sat, it was the one area of the room you tried your best to avoid— to avoid any obvious signs of your crush on him.

You turned back in your seat, crossing your arms as you went back to slouching. You prayed and begged that you would be able to escape the classroom before Eddie could have the chance to confront you. You could just avoid him for the rest of your life.

A few minutes went by of you trying to find a way to disappear when you felt a all-too-familiar tap on your shoulder. Was Robin trying to embarrass you, again?

You turned around, the note messenger holding up another note for you to take. You look back quickly at the teacher to make sure she wasn’t looking before snatching it, turning back around to open it up under your desk.

“I was actually staring at you, not Chrissy. Cheerleaders aren’t my type. - Eddie”