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machiavellli · 7 months

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Some Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Notes: I’m no ff writer, but in the past couple of days @slytherinslut0 kept taking about him and so I went on the internet and did the only sane thing I had to do: search any piece of information about the actor. And ever since I discovered that Lorenzo Zurzolo is not only Italian, but from ROME, I can’t stop thing about him. I need to let out those thoughts of mine.

Now, you don’t understand. ROMAN GUYS LOVE ON ANOTHER LEVEL. Like this is very personal and subjective maybe BUT, in humble opinion, they become absolutely and utterly taken by you. It’s wonderful. Like maybe I am idolizing, but let’s take my bf as an example, Roman guy ™️, he loves like no one else. Then, girls from Lazio will probably throw tomatoes at me, but no one can stop me right now.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, almost totally fluff. Based on personal experience. NOT PROOFREAD (class is starting RIGHT NOW)

Scusatemi per la probabilmente pessima interpretazione dei ragazzi romani, care personcine romane, io sono più del sud, ma vivo più a Nord, al Nord oltre al Nord (un bel mix if you ask me). Questa è pura esperienza personale che trasferisco su un personaggio immaginario.

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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

He might take his time to decide if you are the one for him

BUT the moment he decides you are the one for him, he will take you out on a date in less than a week starting from now

There is no point on waiting any longer.

He will arrange the date, you just have to show up and look pretty, no need to lift a finger for anything else.

Old fashioned type of guy.

(And I feel like his fashion reflects that)

Will hold any door for you, move the chair for you, pay dinner and even your ride back home if necessary.

Maybe if you go with him for a walk after your dinner and the right atmosphere forms, you will have your first kiss with him. Something very delicate, soft, but still exciting.

He will probably ask to see you again the very next day, he can’t take enough of you.

As I said, I think Roman guys are pretty direct, they don’t waist their time, it’s either with them or nothing. No games to play.

So yeah, you might not be used to but he will ask you to be his girlfriend in a very little time (for me it was the day of my first date, but again, very personal)

Why should he wait? He likes you and that’s all that matters.

After that: you got him in a chokehold.

He will walk you to class. Every. Single. Day.

Will do absolutely anything just to spent more time with you.

He might be a little shy to start using “pet names”

Maybe he will start with a simple “amò” (short version of “love”), which is romantic, but not strictly, I also use it with my girl friends (and a more corrupted version is “amio”, but I use it only as a joke, but there are girls who actually use it and no shame on that)

Many guys usually refer to their girlfriends as “la mia tipa” (which I don’t like), and he will also do that at first, but once he gets comfortable he will always call you “la mia ragazza” (even in front of his friends)

And I have to advise you on that, he will tell you that infamous “ti amo” pretty soon too.

Again: no time to die (is this an actual English saying or am I just make it up right now?boh)

You two are watching the sunset, when you notice that he’s not looking at the sky anymore but at you

A couple of minutes pass by and you ask “what is it?”

With those big beautiful eyes and that smirk of his, he will look at you and just say “nothing amore, ti amo”

He won’t expect for you to say it back

You can wait as long as you like for telling it back, there’s no rush, no pressure to say it back

Your moroso (usually adults use this term but for me it’s cute) just wanted to let you know that he cares about you.

He will literally say “because it felt right, why should I wait?”

My man is just expressing what he feels

And you want to say no to that???crazyyyy

As I already stated, he is so kind with you and with some time he will absolutely let you know that his love language is touch.

At first in your first months of dating it’s just holding hands, an arm around you shoulder, an arm on your waist,…

And at first he won’t be always touching (and with it I mean the things I listed above) you in public.

Mama’s boy is direct but still has light sheer of shyness

How could he not. He finds you beautiful under every light.

BUT THEN

And with it I mean after you get intimate, which will take a a couple of months

Listen, if things are serious in real life, it takes a bit of time…so’ seria io quindi per me funziona così

After that he will and without holding back always touching you in public (WHICH DOESNT MEAN IN A SENSUAL WAY)

He will hold your hand, put a hand on your thigh,… this type of stuff. He just needs to know you are here with him.

Definitely the type of guy that tries to kiss you even at the worst moments.

You are speaking with someone? What does it mean that he can’t kiss you? Ao non scherziamo qua

You are his and he definitely doesn’t share

(And he’s definitely yours don’t worry, absolutely don’t worry.)

Jealous type of of guy.

Let’s be honest here: he won’t be happy about your guy friends (maybe I’m toxic but I won’t be happy about his girl friend that are not my friend first too)

If you can drop them, it’s for the best.

“Io so che cazzo pensano quelli” he will tell you a bit frustrated

My man just wants to protect you, Italian guy ™️ behavior (very common in my opinion for them to be protective, like last week an Italian guy, a friend 🅰️🅾️, from the north literally shielded me from a weird-looking fella, moving me to the other side of the street)

Sometimes he will just look at you and say “sei bellissima” with the cutest smile known to human kind

Or maybe something like “Lo sai che sei proprio bella?” while he similes at you

And yes, he will tell you always and everywhere, even with a whisper during class just to get you flushed, even if you look like shit <3

You will often find asking to yourself how a person can love you so much, care for you so much.

Like this is not a self esteem problem, even if you are extremely confident: you will ask yourself this.

Because in every flaws he finds beauty.

It’s out of this world.

He won’t in fact tolerate you taking shit about yourself and he might be even be rude about it

“Smettila con ste cazzate.”

He can’t comprehend how you could say that about yourself, “la sua amata e diletta” (si si lo so, “diletta” è come Machiavelli definisce sua moglie e sì non c’entra per nulla, ma volevo aggiungerlo, non rovinatemi la magia)

He will talk with you about your future, about how he would like to have kids with you, “pensa che bello avere dei piccoli noi che corrono in giro per casa”

And then, this one is extremely based on personal experience, after some time he will just start saying “I wanna marry you”, “Ti voglio sposare”

Even during random moments, he will look at you and just say it

Like, it doesn’t mean you are getting married right now. No. It just means that he wants you forever, he won’t leave you.

He will make you happy in every way possible (yeah even in the bedroom)

Cuddling you is THE activity for him.

And if he can lay between your thighs, that’s basically haven. He won’t stop saying “così soffici” and then kiss them.

He also loves kissing you, as passionate as it gets.

He will “hold you hair in deep devotion” (he is so “I wanna be yours” coded)

Also: “say yes to haven” coded.

He will always protect you, no matter against who.

He will choose you over anything.

If his friend are rude to you or say ANYTHING bad about you, they are over, he won’t tolerate any form of aggression on you.

You are the only woman in this world for him…like even an angel could walk by and he would still have his eyes on you only.

He won’t even look at other girls anymore, why should he? He has found la sua anima gemella dopotutto.

In the end, you really will become il suo tesoro, and the nickname tesoro will probably be the most used one.

“Ti amo tantissimo”, ti dirà ogni sera prima di darti la buonanotte.

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-> part II

Ahh Roman guys are my Roman Empire.

My asks are open btw!

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adoreeenina · 8 months

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I Wanna Be Yours

𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸

~~~ 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪.

Relationships: Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

(Reader has Heterochromia iridum)

Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love. Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving). Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader. Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.

(💙🦋NOT ON A SCHEDULE! DEALING WITH LIFE💙🦋)

-I Wanna Be Yours Playlist-

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14:

TBC

#miles quaritch x reader #recom lyle wainfleet #sully reader #lyle wainfleet x reader #recom miles quaritch #spider x reader #polyamarous #polyamory #throuple #Miles Quaritch x reader x Lyle Wainfleet #I wanna be yours #Spotify

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cherrybby0923 · 2 months

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so scary lmao

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alivein2014 · 11 months

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Been feeling kinda

#2014 grunge #tumblr grunge #2014 nostalgia #grunge #grunge aesthetic #i miss 2014 #grunge and pale #sad grl #soft grunge #2014 soft grunge #arctic monkeys #am #i wanna be yours

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noctumbra · 1 year

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𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

summary ─ you’d support him no matter what. he was yours at the very end. and you were his.

pairing ─ brothersbestfriend!rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ light s*mut, +18, kissing, pet names, light dirty talk, h*andjob, bucky is the definition of “my boyfriend’s in a band”, fluff, they are in love your honor

a/n ─ helloooo. it’s been SO LONG since i have written and posted something on here. and tbh, this one happened in a blink so. lol. please ignore my mistakes bc it’s been so long i wrote something and i kind of forgot how to write lmfao. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment and reblog if you do! thank you so much <333

this fic is inspired by my lovely @pinkiebieberpie ‘s moodboard <3

Lounging in your brother’s best friend’s living room couch, you watched the uproar happening around you with an amused smile on your face.

Your brother was currently yelling over his friend’s, Steve, loud drumming and trying to tell him about this story. Steve, who loved fucking with your brother, was smirking and as he made more noises and earning a snicker from the other friend in the group, Sam who was a papa bear to everyone in his care-about-you-a-lot circle. You saw Sam rolling his eyes dramatically and chuckled.

“What the hell is going on?” A voice who was not included in the ruckus heard surprisingly clear over the noise the three men were making. You twisted your head and saw your brother’s best friend, who was the owner of the house you were currently lounging in, Bucky.

Steve and your brother looked at each other for a second before both of them pointed at one and other and said: “He started it!” Sam rolled his eyes again.

“They’re being children,” he grumbled. Then, he sent them a stinky eye. “And giving me a headache.” Steve smiled apologetically while your brother just narrowed his eyes. You snorted. Sam turned to you with mischief sparkling in his warm, brown eyes. “She, however, is just munching on whatever food we ordered for ourselves.”

Not breaking the eye contact, you grabbed a pizza slice and bit it, lifting your middle finger slowly up in the air for him to see in the meantime. You felt the sauce leaking from the corner of your mouth but didn’t bother to wipe it. “Mmm,” you faux-moaned. “Delicious.” Steve chuckled silently from his seat by the drums, and your brother gave you a thumbs up for fucking with Sam. You pointed the empty pizza box and said: “Want a slice?” Then, you faked an apologetic expression as you acted like you just noticed the emptiness of it. “Oh, there is none left, sorry.”

You heard Bucky snort from behind you, and then, felt his weight dropping on the couch, on your right. Suddenly, the half of the slice you were getting yourself ready to swallow disappeared as Bucky grabbed it and stuffed it in his mouth. He hummed approvingly.

“Delicious, indeed, love,” he murmured, winking at you as he sucked the sauce from his fingers one by one. You blinked as you watched him licking them clean until your brother groaned in protest.

“Look, I might be okay with you dating my sister because I’ve known Bucky for a long time, but it doesn’t mean I’ll stomach you guys giving each other fuck me eyes. Please take it somewhere else,” he grumbled. You blinked again and snorted. Bucky chuckled at his words. “Besides, we need to practice.” This time, Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You goof around, yell and act like children for hours and I can’t sit on my ass and greet my sweetheart for a minute?” He scoffed. You hid your laughter behind your hand. “That’s hypocrisy.”

Collective laughter rang in the small room. Bucky huffed and grumbled a little bit more before he smiled. He stood up from his place on the couch.

Bucky looked at your brother. “I don’t care if you gag or vomit, but I’m gonna kiss her hello.”

That was your only warning before he leaned in and captured your lips into a passionate kiss. One second, you squealed a little with shock and melted into his kiss in the second. Bucky placed his large and warm hand onto your neck and tilted your head up to deepen the kiss.

Surprisingly, it was Sam who booed first. Then, Steve wolf-whistled, and you heard your brother’s fake and intentionally loud gagging.

You parted away with a soft chuckle. Bucky shook his head lightly as he grunted stuff about hitting them with the microphone stand. You chuckled once again and kissed him chastely on the lips.

“We have the night…” You whispered. “Tomorrow you’ll be too done and exhausted, but I can take care of your nerves tonight.” He hummed and nodded. Before straightening up, he pressed a kiss in the corner of your jaw and walked towards the microphone stand. You smiled, leaning back and getting comfy.

You loved watching them rehears for concert, or small shows. All of them were apparently in their elements, playing beautifully and harmonizing easily.

Steve was on the drums, and he was a beast. His arms were moving with ease, feet kicking and playing even the complex stuff without sweating. Sam was playing the guitar, and his solos fucking rocked every single time. Your brother, Alex, was playing the bass guitar, and he was equally amazing. His fingers always quickly caught the new tunes during the live shows.

Then, there was Bucky, who was singing and adding even more quality to their already incredible songs. He sometimes picked up the second electro guitar, joining Sam and playing solos with him. His voice was… mesmerizing. He could be singing choirs and then, he could be doing brutal scream in one song if he wanted, and it was impressive.

It helped that he looked fucking sexy while doing either of them.

His long, recently-dyed jet-black hair was pretty and thick; it made a great handle in the bedroom. His steel-blue eyes were sparkling more thanks to his new hair color. He was usually clean-shaven but he hadn’t shaved yet, since the concert was tomorrow, so you could see the light stubble dusting across his strong, knife-sharp jawline. His bow-shaped, very kissable lips were plush and most of the time red, from either you kissing him or him liking and biting them frequently. He was tall, broad and muscled from head to toe. His thighs looked wonderfully thick in whatever he wore, ass looked so grabbable, and his chest was big and puffy. You sometimes mocked him that he had better breasts than you did, and he always made sure that you were worshipped thoroughly in that section of your body.

You sighed.

Bucky Barnes was your man, your boyfriend, your best friend as well, and your rockstar. He was yours, dammit, and you were his.

Nothing could change that.

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You hummed when Bucky dropped himself bodily on the bed, face-first, and groaned loudly when he hit the soft mattress. You rubbed his back with your hand, noting the sweat and heaving chest.

It was the second month of touring. You were currently somewhere in Europe, and tonight’s crowd was freaking amazing. You were at the concert, of course, and you watched them from the front. The four of them played and played and played. You could see how much fun they had, and it reflected on the audience. There were moments where the band went quiet and let the audience sang it for them. It was a great moment.

Bucky had told you to go back to the hotel room after they were finished. He had a couple stuff to do with the crew and band before call it a wrap for the day. So, you did. You only arrived at your room half an hour ago, took a shower and lay on the bed, waiting for you boyfriend to arrive.

And arrive, he did.

“Bucky,” you called out to him softly. He made a questioning sound. “You should take a shower before passing out.” He whined. You knew he was exhausted beyond belief, but he’d regret not taking a shower in the morning. You poked him. “C’mon, I’ll help you wash up.” He whined some more but lifted his head up. He was already sleepy. Your heart broke at the sight of him. You kissed his cheek. “C’mon, big cat.”

Getting off the bed, you made your way to the bathroom and turned on the water. You pulled out some comfy pajamas of his while he dragged himself off the bed and started shedding his clothes. By the time you went back to the bathroom, the water was nicely warm and he was naked.

If it was a different situation, you’d tease and appreciate the sight of him all naked and glorious, but he was almost dead on his feet, so you held back.

You held his hand and led him into the shower stall. You also took your clothes off, not minding taking another shower while helping him, and positioned him just right so that he could wet his hair with the littlest effort.

Bucky’s groan in relief when the warm water hit his body echoed in the marble covered, lavish bathroom. You smiled. You helped him wet his hair thoroughly but huffed. He blinked an eye open and smirked. He knew exactly why you were huffing. Chuckling very softly, he kneeled in front of you so that you could wash his hair easier. You felt your body warm up at him kneeling before you, but you shooed the feeling away. It wasn’t the time.

You got some shampoo in your palm and washed his hair, rubbing your fingertips gently and nicely against his scalp. Bucky hummed and let his head rest against your stomach. He shuddered as you continued to rub his scalp and nape, nicely washing the roots of his hair. Then, you got the shower head in your hands and carefully washed away the shampoo from his hair.

“Want me to use the conditioner?” You asked him. He nodded. You hummed and squeezed some conditioner in your palm, applying it to the ends of his hair. After washing that away as well, you grabbed his loofah and gently cleaned his skin free of sweat. Just as you got the soap and extended a hand to wash his private areas for him, he grabbed your wrist. You frowned.

“I swear I’m exhausted,” he murmured. “But I’m still comin’ down,” he added, and you understood. It happened before. You should have thought about it, actually, but seeing him swaying on his feet had you forgot almost everything.

Bucky was hard.

His dick was poking out, all erect and red on the tip. His body, no matter how long it was under the warm water, was tense as he anticipated a different sort of relief. You hummed. He shuddered again when he felt the air between you two crackling with sexual tension. You kissed his temple.

“Tonight’s about you,” you whispered. Kissing his cheek, you let go of the soap and trailed your other hand down to his groin. His breath hitched. “You did so good on the stage tonight, baby,” you kept going. Your fingers brushed against his now-wet happy trail, and you tsked when his hips bucked against your hand. You placed another kiss on his jaw, right under his earlobe. Bucky’s grip on your thighs tightened.

Finally sliding your hand to his cock fully, you curled your fingers around him. Bucky whimpered. His breath was hot and fast against your stomach, hands, now on your hips, tight. “You were amazing while singing like that,” you kept praising him. “You sounded like my favorite sin…”

“Love…” Bucky whispered, his voice, albeit low, was deep and slightly husky. “Please.” You hummed. You kissed his nose, his eyelids, cheeks and forehead as you moved your hand around him, slowly jacking him off. He buried a soft groan into your skin.

“Hmm, let me hear you, baby,” you told him. You tightened your hand around his hard cock and picked up your pace. During times like this, Bucky never lasted long. He was already riding high on emotions, and all he needed was a push over the edge. You were about to give him that.

Bucky moaned loudly, letting the wrecked voice of his echo in the bathroom. You hummed approvingly. Your hand was moving fast now, working him over with quick moves of your hand and wrist. Your nails were teasing the sensitive skin of his cock, making him shudder every single time one of them dragged somewhere close to his slit.

“’m close,” he whispered. His lips brushed against your skin, and this time it was your turn to shiver. He wrapped his strong arms around you as he lifted his head slightly, his nose nudging the underside of your breast. “Love, honey, ‘m so fuckin’ close, baby.” You didn’t say anything but picked up the speed. Bucky’s breath hitched, then he let loose a moan, and his hips started to move in sync with your hand.

“That’s it,” you whispered in his wet hair. Warm water was beating down his strong back. You felt him throb in your hand, felt his breath quicken against your skin. “Let go,” you told him. “Let go, baby.”

Bucky let out a sharp sound, and you felt the his hot come cover your hand with each movement of it. He moaned, loud and long, as he continued to thrust into the tightness of your hand. He was panting, still moaning softly and enjoying the last seconds of his orgasm. You kept moving your hand, although you were gentle and slow now.

Bucky slumped against you. You rubbed his back, pulled away the wet strands of hair away from his face and tilted his head up to you so that you could kiss him. Bucky sighed into the kiss.

“Feeling better now?” You asked him. He nodded.

“Calmer, yes,” he murmured. You pulled your hand off his cock and quickly washed the come away before reaching back to the soap, giving Bucky’s body a thorough wash with his help. Then, both of you were getting out and wrapping themselves with fluffy towels.

Honestly, it was a struggle to get his hair brushed and have him put on at least his boxers before he collapsed on the bed. His hair was still wet, but you knew there was no chance to get him off that bed again until the morning. You sighed. With effort, you managed to put a towel on the pillow and covered him up with the duvet. You dried yourself, put on your pajamas back and slid next to him.

Bucky grumbled some nonsense in his sleep before turning around and curling around your body in his sleep. You chuckled softly. You started playing with hair and only heard him let out a content sigh before you faded away into the dream land after him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #rockstar!bucky #brother's best friend!bucky #i wanna be yours

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webs-of-words · 19 days

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you’ll never love me the same, will you?

#web weave #webweaving #web weavings #on love #on unrequited love #web weaves #web weaving #webweave #web weaver #unrequited love #unrequited feelings #unrequited crush #unrequited romance #unrequited affection #i wanna be yours #arctic monkeys #george roux #artwork #pinterest

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aziraphalala · 9 months

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TW// slight NSFW, nudity, suggestive theme

Some spicy and sleepy cuddles between the husbands ~

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens fandom #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale fanart #crowley fanart #drawing #spicy content #but also fluff #cuddling & snuggling #i wanna be yours #artic monkeys

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controlaria · 1 year

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#musicas #artic monkeys #i wanna be yours

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adoreeenina · 4 months

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 13

Relationships: Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

WC: 5.1k

Series Summary: ~~~ 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪.

Lyle peace was disturbed by his earpiece crackling and hearing the voice of Miles to check on them, seeing as you’ve been gone for a while. With a groan Lyle woke you up from your short slumber.

You lead Lyle to the river to wash off the stench of each other. Lyle of course didn’t like that, not one bit, he liked that you smell of him and wished you didn’t have to wash it off but he knows it’s for the best. He didn’t need the others to know what happened between the two of you.

Lyle being a gentleman, helps you in the water and massage your thighs and hips.

It’s been so long he has been with a woman, even as a human he hasn’t been with one. Since arriving to Pandora from Earth, he never once had the time to sleep around and it wasn’t because he didn’t want to, more like his Colonel had him do the randomest assignments, him being second in command couldn’t say no.

Not to mention the rule they had to not sleep with your coworkers.

Spending so much time together could lead a lot of sexual tension and feelings you didn’t know would have.

Especially when alcohol is involved, one thing lead to another, they both wake up in the same bed. Lyle remembers he tried to avoid Miles any chance he could, but it was hard when he was your boss.

Surprisingly it was Miles who made the first move and looked for Lyle. And when he managed to find him, he asked Lyle out to dinner at his chambers. Feelings were long overdue between the two of them.

Lyle guess they had a perk for them both being men and not worry about an accidental pregnancy.

Too bad Miles broke that rule first before having a committed relationship with Lyle.

“Was I too rough?” He ask. Not taking his eyes off the apex of your thighs.

“No. I’m just sore” you respond as you use the Yursyulang, gripping the flower and stroking it softly over his muscular chest and shoulders.

“Why didn’t you want to do that bond thing with me?” He ask. You pause your movement and look up at Lyle, hearing the obvious insecurity in his voice.

“Lyle.” You sigh, already pulling yourself away from him, Lyle panics thinking he offended you.

“Hey!” He whispers as he holds onto your hips a little tighter, not letting you have the chance to step away from him. “I’m not gonna get offended or anything. I just want you to be honest with me”

“It’s best if we don’t, atleast for now” you gently caress his jaw, “Besides where I’m from you’re still considered a child” you tease.

“Excuse me? Do I look like a child to you?” You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing when you hear the obvious offensive tone in his voice.

“Lyle, I didn’t mean it that way. Back at home, you’ll still be considered a child untill you complete your Uniltaron. Dream hunt. After that you’re considered an adult”

There was a short moment of silence between you. Lyle just watches you as you continue scrubbing the flower all over his body.

He can get used to this. It feels so modernistic to him, so right. You look so beautiful in all your glory. To him you’re one of a kind. You look just like a dream. The prettiest girl he’d ever seen

He wish he could’ve had something like this when he was human but then he remembers he did. With Miles, till it all went down hill.

He wonders what could’ve happened if Socorro didn’t get pregnant, would Miles and him still be together? Would they be back on earth, possibly married? but soon as the thought appears, it instantly went away when the image of Spider appears in his mind.

Lyle adores Spider, of course human Lyle tried to raise him as his own before he got himself killed during the war.

Spider has gotten close with him and Miles. Something human Lyle always wanted.

If only Miles wasn’t a prick, things would’ve turned out differently, but if they had… would Lyle be with you like this? Would he have met you at all? What about Spider?

“You did the Dream hunt yourself?” Lyle breaks the silence. Wanting a break from his thoughts.

“Yes.” You answer. You cups your hand in the water and pours it over the oily residue left by the flower petals.

“So if I do it, I’m considered an adult?”

“Yes, that’s right”

“What happens during it?” His ears stand at attention, waiting for your explanation. He never heard of this, than again his human self didn’t care much of the Navi culture or traditions.

“During the ceremony, you will be stung by an Arachnoid then you will swallow a glow worm. Once that is done. You will be one of the people” you smile up at him.

“just like that? That sounds easy enough” that comment makes you frown, if only he knew.

“It isn’t. You will be in excruciating pain and often experience near-death. Often times Na’vi do not make it”

“Shit” he breathes out anxiously.

“My grandmother told me my father almost didn’t make it during his dream hunt”

“Seriously?” Lyle eyes widen in surprise.

“Mhmm. His heart stopped beating for a while” you reply as you take your turn with the flower. Rubbing the petals over your skin.

After a short while, Lyle grabs your wrist, stopping your movements. In confusion, you look up at Lyle seeing him with the most shit eating from you had ever seen. You groan already knowing what coming.

“My heart stops beating every time I look at you” he cheekily says, he leans down and presses his lips to yours briefly and smiles tenderly.

“Lyle! That’s so cringy” You blow out an exasperated breath as you pull your face away when he tries to kiss your lips again, only to kiss your cheek instead.

“C’mon that was a good one” he grunts when you avoid his lips. He lets go of your wrist and possessively wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“It’s really not” you jest.

“C’mere baby” Lyle cooes, threading his fingers through your braid and pulling your face closer to his.

“No, get away from me” you grin, turn your face away to avoid his attempts, teasing him.

“C’mere” Lyle lips move on to kiss along the shell of your ear. A shudder courses through you when he tugs the sensitive lobe between his sharp teeth.

Pushing you against the edge with his hands on your hips. He spins your body around to have your back to him, and bends you over slightly on the edge of the river.

A shiver runs down your spine as the hand stays light, and gentle - tracing the length of your arms, and slowly gliding down the curve of your back.

Your breath catches, and you're laden with anticipation as Lyle’s touches stay grazing. You nearly hold your breath as his hands finally reach round your hips, climbing slowly back up your body until they're once more on your shoulders, pulling you gently back into his large, firm chest.

"Fuuck." He growled out, burying his nose in your hair on the side of your head, his hot breath fanning past your ear as he breathed heavily.

It’s no secret that Lyle adores you, but you’ve learned over the course of your “capture” that he is particularly fond of the way you smell. Your natural essence of spiced, sugared vanilla draws him in like a moth to a flame.

Your scent is like a drug. It calls to him – like a siren’s song – demanding that his primal instincts give in and help himself to his next hit.

Leaning back you can feel Lyle’s erection pressing into you from behind, but you ignore it for now, enjoying the feeling of his slick body against yours as his hands slide down your shoulders, and to your breasts.

Your thighs clench of their own accord, your empty walls clenching around nothing. Apparently your body was just as hungry for him as he was for you.

"Lyle, we don’t have time. We have to go back with the others," you say breathlessly as Lyle begins to knead them in his palms, gently rolling your nipples between the pads of his fingers.

Fuck that feels so good!

"They can wait," Lyle whispers huskily, kissing your neck. "I want to take advantage of the time we have now"

A smile spreads across your face as two strong hands turn your body around and warm lips find yours, sending tingles down your spine.

Lyle’s tongue parts your lips and finds your own tongue, beginning a dance much more skillful than the first your mouths had shared.

You let out a low, involuntary moan and Lyle swallows it entirely - rewarding you by sucking you bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a tug.

His hips rock into yours as your hands find his chest, running over his tight pectorals and rippling abs. You relish the feeling of his muscles beneath your finger tips, and pull your lips from Lyle’s, desperate to really look at the body you hold in your hands.

As you push Lyle away, you allow the glow from the plants surrounding shine of the water on Lyle’s skin to highlight to contours of his lean figure. You stare in awe at the beauty before you, and search for any signs of the hardships he has endured. But where you expect to find traces of a war-bitten body, you find nothing but cerulean. A flawless finish.

Lyle cups the side of your face, traces his thumb across your cheek as he admires your beauty. He can never get enough of it. He looks deeply into your eyes, he adores your eyes, he could never get enough of them. A sky full of stars and he was staring at you. He pulls your face against his to connect your lips.

The moment your mouths meet, Lyle shatters.

You can feel his heart race beneath the hand you have pressed against his chest, and a breathy moan escapes his lips as he lifts a single leg around his waist, spreading you open as his cock nudges your entrance.

Your tail wraps around his left thigh, it tightens its grip, subconsciously tugging him closer.

“Lyle” you gasp as the head of his cock presses against your opening. "Fuck," you choke out, breath catching as your pussy clenches, desperately seeking to be filled. Neither of you pay attention your surroundings or the sound of footsteps coming your way.

“What are you guys tak-HOLY SHIT!” Lopez cried, covering his eyes. “LYLE, WHAT THE FUCK!”

“LOPEZ!” Lyle scrambles to pull the head of him out of you. On instinct, Lyle pulls you behind him to cover your modesty. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone seeing what’s his. Especially since Lopez has being shamelessly eyeing you from

Lopez looks at you and Lyle with wide eyes, clearly surprised to see your state of affairs.

“Turn around, Lopez!” you shout over Lyle’s shoulder.

With an eyeroll, Lopez turns his back to the both of you. Lyle quickly jumps out of the water and helps you up. He puts on his boxers first before he tries to help you tie on your top and loincloth.

“If I knew this was going to happen, I would’ve volunteered to come instead” Lopez shouts over his shoulder. Lyle growls clearly unamused by Lopez idiocy.

You give a gentle squeeze of assurance on Lyle’s forearm, one look at your gentle eyes, his shoulders sags from being tense by Lopez comment.

Once you and Lyle finished dressing, Lopez turns back around with a shit eating grin.

“Keep dreaming!” You growl, your face flush from embarrassment. With a glare his way, you cross your arms across your chest.

“I will! For the rest of my life. You’re the finest woman I ever met” Lopez unfazed by your penetrating glare, kept his gaze on you as they fall on your hips, seeing the clear finger print marks bruising your blue skin

“Lopez! Do you ever shut up, man!” Lyle pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed.

“Not when I just walked into something like that. Is this why you two took an hour here?” Lopez ask as he points at the two of you. Lyle sighs before looking at you.

What the fuck is he going to do?

“Lopez, can you keep this to yourself?” Lyle ask, it’s stupid of him to even ask since Lopez does have a big mouth but what other choice does he have.

He can’t have the other know and be reported back to Ardmore. You and Spider are his top priority right now.

Lopez looks at Lyle in surprise. Lopez doesn’t do well with secrets, he never has, he doesn’t like the pressure of it.

“What? You want me to keep this a secret? Aww man! Lyle, you know I don’t do well with secrets” poor Lopez is stressing.

“Well you should’ve thought of that before coming out here” Lyle retorts through clench teeth, his tail sways agitatingly behind him.

“Hey! No seas mamon, güey! Tell that to the Colonel, he ordered me to come find your ass and look what that got me!” Lopez defends himself.

“Shit!” Lyle curses under his breath.

“Atleast it wasn’t Spider. He almost volunteered to come if it wasn’t for Quaritch sending me instead” Lopez shrugs. Your eyes widen at that.

It would’ve been the end of the world for you if it was Spider who walked in on you instead of Lopez.

“Just keep your mouth shut about this, alright? I don’t need the others to know our business”

Lopez groans before agreeing, “fine, I got you” you watch silently as they both fist bump each other.

“C’mon baby” Lyle beacons you closer, “we’re heading back” Lyle bends over and grabs his vest. He slides it over his head as the three of you starts making your way back.

You walk ahead of them, Lopez and Lyle a few feet behind you as they look around, admiring the flora. Quietly talking among themselves.

“Are you fucking loco in the head, Lyle?” Lopez whispers. Lyle mentally cringe, he knew he probably shouldn’t have acted on his impulse. But he had to have you, one or another, he just had to. If it wasn’t for you pushing his hand away from your queue, he probably would’ve connected his kuru with yours.

“Lopez, this ain’t none of your business, man” Lyle sigh tiredly.

“None of my business?” Lopez is in disbelief at his Corporal, “dude I just walked in on you almost fucking our “prisoner”” Lopez does air quotes with his fingers.

Lyle frowns, “first off, don’t call her that..”

“Wha-“

“Second…” Lyle cuts Lopez off, “We weren’t “almost” fucking” Lyle sighed, scratching an eyebrow with his thumb, getting annoyed with his fucking ass-hat of a friend.

“The fuck does that mean?” Lyle sighs, Lopez doesn’t take his gaze away from Lyle’s side profile till it clicked. Lyle cringed when Lopez stops walking and looks at him with wide eyes.

“Oh. My. God. Lyle, tell me you didn’t” Lyle side glares Lopez for his accusations.

Lyle glances at you, walking ahead of them, before looking at Lopez, clearly wanting this conversation to end.

“Lopez-“

“No, Lyle. Tell me. Did you or did you not mate with her?” Lopez brows furrowed. He’s not asking cause he’s mad, he’s asking cause he’s worried for the well being of his friend and you, the Navi woman he has grown quite close to. Yes he has joked about having a crush on you but that’s just it. A crush.

“No, Lopez. We didn’t” Lopez hears the dejected tone in his voice and it makes him exhale a groan.

“What about Miles?” Lyle raises his with a raised brow at Lopez

“What about him?”

“Man…” Lopez shakes his head in disbelief, “you really are a fucking knucklehead.” He smiles at Lyle’s jumbled face, “The team and I aren’t as naive as you and the Colonel think” Lopez jokingly punch Lyle’s shoulder.

“Que rabiosa” Lopez shouts at you, noticing your weird walk, and it made him laugh historically.

You look behind you seeing Lyle glaring at Lopez and shoves his shoulder.

“Lopez! Shut up, man!”

“Alright, alright, jeez. I see you’re frustrated, is it because you didn’t cum?”

“Lopez, keep moving before I beat the shit out of you”

“Took you long enough” says Miles as he watches the three of you come into view, his eyebrow raise when he sees you wince when you sat down on a fallen log, “what’s wrong, darlin?”

“Nothing” you wave him off, Lyle sits next to you and offers you some fish, you take it with a smile. Lopez sits the other side of you.

Spider watches the interaction between you and Lyle as he eats. He found it odd when just this morning, you were ignoring him and now you two… Spider eyes widen in a realization, causing him to choke on his food.

“Spider” Miles lightly scolds him as he gently pat on Spider’s back, “we talked about you scarfing down your food too fast”

Both you and Lyle turn to look at Spider in worrisome. Spider waves off everyone’s concern, making eye contact with you. He gives you that look that you know all to well.

Oh shit! He knows!

“Where you going?” You ask Spider when you see him stand up.

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep” he answers with a yawn, you see him grab the hammock from Miles bag.

“Let me set it up” you say with a wince when you try to stand.

“Baby, let me. You sit down and eat” Lyle grabs you by the wrist to gently guide you back down. Lyle stands up and dust his pants before following Spider up a tree to set up the hammock.

But before Spider could climb the tree, Spider gives you a look, that look, telling you, you better follow him and tell him everything. You gulp nervously. He was fake yawning.

Oh eywa, please help me and not let Spider kill me!

“Amor is very beautiful, ain’t it mami?” Lopez teases you as he bumps his shoulder against yours.

“What?” You blink at him.

“Love. Not only do you have one man but you have two” Lopez emphasizes by holding up two fingers. You frown.

“Lopez, where are you going with this? I don’t have two men” You glance around and feel grateful when no one seems to be listening on the nonsense Lopez is spilling. Two men? What the hell is he talking about?

“You heard me, mami” the man grins, scooching over and leaning forward to look at your face, “not only do you have Lyle wrapped around your finger but you also have our fearless Colonel” he hummed suggestively and you lean back a bit.

“I think you’re seeing things, Lopez” you suggest with an eyeroll.

“I’m seeing the way you look at them” he hums and voice turning gentle.

“Lopez-“

“Anyone with eyes could see that. We could also see the way they look at you” Lopez smiles softly and your eyes darted around, landing on the ground.

“Don’t you have someone else to bother?” At that Lopez laughs loudly and you drew your lips into a thin line in embarrassment.

“Lopez, has your mother not teach you not to bother a lady?” Lyle grumbles with a raised brow as he walks towards the two of you, glaring at Lopez.

“Oh you mean your lady?” The Latino wiggles his brows and Lyle furrowed his, drawing his lips into a thin line as he walked over and kicked Lopez in the chest, throwing him backwards off the log.

"Ow, pinche baboso!" He called out, scrambling to his knees to look at Lyle in offense.

"Go bother someone else” was Lyle’s reply, dismissing the man on the ground as he instead slung his leg over the log to your right, sitting down sideways so he could face you.

"Protective much.." Lopez grumbles in a murmur as he gets up, dusting himself off before hopping back over the log to continue to bother someone else, poor Mansk, but not before sending you a wink.

“That asshole” Lyle mumbles, you giggle at him before looking around the small group.

They all seem to be talking among themselves about thing you don’t understand. Miles seems to be the only one that looks distracted.

He seems to be deep in thought, and it worries you.

“Is he okay?” You whisper to Lyle. Lyle picks up his head to look around then back at you with a confused expression.

“Who?”

“Miles” you answer. At your verification, Lyle instantly look at Miles. You see the flicker of anxiousness on his face.

“You’re his friend, why don’t you go talk to him” you suggest.

Lyle sighs heavily, “Baby-“

“It’s okay.” You cut him off. It’s obvious he is worried about Miles, but he’s apprehensive about leaving you on your own. Which you appreciate. “You go. I’m exhausted anyways. I’m going to head to the hammock with Spider” you place the leaf down beside you.

“I tired you out, baby?” Lyle asks and looks with a mischievous smirk up at you. You shake your head, with a quiet whimper, you manage to get up on your own. Lyle subtly reach his hand in case you stumble or fall.

“Don’t let it go to your head, oeyä tìyawn” (my love) you shove his head playfully with a small smile. Lyle sways slightly backwards to exaggerate you pushing him.

“Wait…” Lyle blinks, “what does that mean?”

You shrug your shoulders with a small grin. You step over the log to make your way to the tree.

“Baby, wait- what does it mean?!” Lyle shouts at you.

“Goodnight Lyle” you wave your hand, not looking behind you. You giggle when you hear Lyle groan in frustration.

He should’ve paid attention during your lessons, instead of gawking at you.

With a grunt, you hoist yourself on a brunch and start climbing towards your shared hammock. Right when you’re about to reach, Spider jumps out.

“What the fuck did you two do?!”

You shriek, almost falling backwards. Grabbing your bearings, you catch your balance. You take a deep breath of relief before glaring at Spider for almost falling to your possible death.

“Darlin? You alright up there?”

You turn your glare away from Spider and look over the branch to gaze down at Miles. Miles is looking up at you with his hands on his hips with his regular scowl but the flick of his tail gives him away. your gaze soften.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Colonel” you shout back.

His gaze seems to linger on you, eyes flickering over your face and tail flicking erratically behind him. His lips seem to twitch up just slightly at the corners. Eventually, Quaritch nods in acquiescence before moving toward the group.

“Alright, sweetheart.”

You watch as Miles makes his way to sit down next to Lyle who seems to be deep in conversation with him.

“Ahem”

Hearing Spider, you almost forgot why you’re up there in the first place. You look at Spider with deadpan expression, almost glaring.

“Spider, what the fuck. I almost feel, nga vonvä’” (you asshole) you sneer down at Spider, who seems unfazed which annoys you. A lot. You sit down criss cross on the branch closest to the hammock.

“Tell. Me . Everything.” You throw your head back with a groan, it’s embarrassing enough that Lopez caught you in the act, now Spider wants you to tell him.

“There’s nothing to tell, Spider” you avoid the topic.

“Really? So you being gone for almost and hour has nothing to do with the bruises on your hips, which by the way looks like the size of Lyle’s hand, is nothing?”

You stare at him harshly for a moment longer before sighing and shake your head in acquiescence. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t something all that serious anyways. Kind of. Atleast to you.

Spider inhales deeply when he looks away from you. You almost feel like you disappointed him, but why do you feel such a way?

But Spider doesn’t feel that way, he’s worried, scared even. If it were in a different situation, he would’ve been happy for you.

“Did you mate with him?” You tug your bottom lip in apprehension, you don’t blame Spider for asking, but it doesn’t make you feel less embarrassed.

You sigh, knowing this conversation was going to happen soon. "No. But I think he wanted to." You say, knowing he wasn't going to accept that.

“What do you mean?”

You absentmindedly play with your songcord to keep your hands busy.

“When we ~ahem~ about to… you know” you wave your hand around dismissively.

Spider took a minute till it hit him what you meant. His face scrunch up in disgusted and groan.

“Ew”

“Spider!” You shout offensively before pouting.

“Okay. Okay.” Spider dramatically takes a deep breath, shaking his head to clear out the image he did not what to think about, “I’m sorry, continue”

You roll your before continuing, “he grabbed my queue, I saw the look in his eyes, he wanted to connect our kurus but I stopped him”

“Why?”

“Cause he’s not considered as an adult to the people”

“Bullshit” He says.

You let your songcord fall on your thigh and take a deep breath. “What do you want me to say, Spider?”

“The truth. Don’t give that bullshit”

“Like what? Tell you that I’m in love with Lyle? That I fell for him?” You frown, “Yes Spider, I did.” Your fingered twitch, “Yes we’ve… gotten intimate, I wanted to officially mate but…” you close your eyes

Spider waits, watching you think before speaking, “But what?”

“It didn’t feel right, okay?” You look down at your palms.

“Why not?”

You shrug, “I don’t know”

Spider leans back on the tree and crosses his arms across his chest. "You’re in love with my dad too. Aren’t you.” He says, and it's not a question.

“Yeah”

“You fell for them, knowing they’re here to kill Jake and take over Pandora”

“I know” you say as you continue to play with your songcord.

“You know this won’t end well”

“I know” you say again.

“And yet you fell for them”

“Yes” you sigh.

“I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”

Your head spins towards him and this odd shift in tone. “What?" I say with a confused chuckle.

He smiles at you. “I know the story, Y/n. Neytiri was forced to teach Jake the way of the people. And along the way they both fell for each other. You’re somewhat in a similar situation… that has to tell you something”

You chuckle, “yeah, that I’m an idiot like my mom”

Spider brings his hand up and smacks the side your head.

“Hey!” You say, recoiling from him.

“No, you Skxáwng. Maybe history will repeat itself, and they’ll change their ways. Like Jake did.” he says, and you’re honestly just relieved that he isn't upset with you.

Change their ways? If only. But… you have seen the dramatic change in every single one of them. Lyle did say he doesn’t care about the mission. But do the rest feel that way too?

Then you remember… the Atokirina.

You lean closer to Spider, lowering your voice, “The great mother gave me a sign”

Spider eyes widen, “what?”

You bite you bottom lip, anxiously, “an Atokirina landed on both Lyle and Miles.”

“Eywa sees them” Spider gasp, awestruck.

“Look, I would never question the great mother’s doing. But I have yet to understand what she sees in them”

“Didn’t you just said Lyle doesn’t care about the mission anymore?”

“Yes but-“

“If you made Lyle change, who to say you don’t make the others change too?”

You stare at him in disbelief, waiting for his expression to crack. But he is clearly serious.

“Spider, that isn’t up to me, it’s up to them if they…”

“You don’t see it? Do you? They’re all in a constant turmoil in their minds.”

“But…”

“Eywa holds all her children in her heart. And that includes them. Whether they see it or not. They do. I see how much they’re starting to see the beauty of Pandora”

Your eyes cast downwards, not knowing how to respond to that. But you do know to you feel.

You’re scared.

Oh how your parents would kill you for being in this situation. Oh your poor grandmother. First her daughter mates with a demon and now you… falling for two demons. What would she think.

Spider reach for your hand, your head snaps up, “I know you’re scared. So am I. But if the Eywa touch them…” Spider cringe at the word, making you giggle, “wait no, I- that sounds wrong. Let me try again,” he clears his throat, “IF Eywa approves of them, then she knows” he assures you.

You didn’t even realize you were crying till you felt tears drop to your thighs. Spider sees and gently pulls on your wrist. You lean down and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, comforting you. It was an arkward angle but it was comforting none the less.

“So… Lopez knows… doesn’t he”

“Yeah” you laugh. Spider gives you a tight squeeze before letting you go, “he walked in on us”

Spider eyes widen, “good thing my dad denied me going. I didn’t need to see that” Spider shakes his head.

“Yeah” you laugh, “Lyle made him promise he won’t say anything.”

“You think he won’t?”

“I really hope so” you exasperates. You and Spider laughs.

“I’m actually tired so, I’m going to sleep for reals” you jokingly push Spiderto give you room on the hammock.

“Fine.” Spider moves before looking at you seriously, “did you atleast bathe first before coming here? I do not need you smelling like sex”

“Spider!” You blush, smacking his harm, Spider laughs.

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(I’m sorry again for my absence. I do feel guilty on leaving like that. I feel like this is more like a filler, if you know what I mean. I promise the next chapter would be better I promise. Also please comment and let me know. You guys know I love to hear what you think☺️❤️)

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Mi verdadero "i wanna be yours" eres tu, porque realmente quise poder corresponder tus sentimientos

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Look me in the eye and tell me that all these are JUST coincidences and do NOT mean anything:

The mash-up between "I wanna be yours" (the last song on the "AM" album) and the "Star Treatment" (the first song on the "TBHC"), basically: - showing continuity - saying that it is about the same thing, the same person, the same feeling - pointing at Miles and himself while singing "dolls like you and me" in Dublin...

That he sings the shit out of that MILES in “miles away from any half useful imaginary highway.”

He often points at the [Mi]rrorball at the end of the song, adding “babeh…”... and we ALL know when he pointed at it and called Miles...

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only Alex Turner can make wanting to be someone's vacuum cleaner sound sexy

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I Wanna Be Yours || Part 9

Part 8 | part 10

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: flashback with the girl who was readers first kiss, slightly proofread, possible spoilers, cannon events, angst? I mean it's just the cannon events with the lake idek

↝⎙ 5.5.24

“You're overthinking it.”

Smooth, clean-shaven legs swung back and forth as they hung off your bed. Green eyes watched your every move; pink lips in a seemingly permanent smirk. Jessica, the girl you had your first kiss with, sat on your bed, twirling her black hair between her fingers. She was taking you to another party, wanting you to get out of the house during exam week. After your kiss, it seemed like she ran into you at every corner.

You weren't normally one for parties, but she had come over, charmed your mother with her perfect smile, and snuck her way back into your life. You weren't going to complain at that moment.

Admittingly, it took a lot of her lips on yours to convince you to go, but that's not relevant.

Pulling a shirt over your head, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. “I have school tomorrow…and homework-”

“— And tension to release.” She stood, sauntering over to you.

The party went by fast. It could've been the alcohol in your system, or the week wafting through the thick air. Either way. 2 AM came quickly.

Jessica giggled as she held your hand, dragging you through the woods. Skull Rock came into view- a blurry view at that. Home can wait, you told yourself, feeling warm lips on your neck.

Running through the woods at night was proven to be very difficult without someone leading you by the hand, even without the alcohol in your veins.

Dustin led the group, watching the compass intently. “Something is happening.”

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?!” Eddie jogged to keep up with him.

Dustin turned back, “I think we're getting close.”

Just as Eddie caught up to the poor boy, he grabbed Dustin before he could fall into Lover's Lake, “Watch your step, big guy.”

You came up behind Steve, hearing him mutter, “Oh, man. You gotta be shitting me.”

“Yeah, I thought these woods were familiar.” Eddie nodded slowly.

Robin gawked at the water, “Lover's Lake.”

“This is confounding.” Dustin shook his head, analyzing the compass in his hands.

“There's a gate in Lover's Lake?” Max's eyebrows furrowed.

“When the Demogorgon attacked, it left an opening.”

Nancy nodded at your statement, knowing where you were going. “Maybe Vecna's the same way.”

“Yeah, only one way to find out.”

“Easy- I said easy, man.” Steve and Eddie struggled to lay the boat on the very edge of land.

“Sorry, dude.”

“Here you go.” Steve held his hand out to Robin, who used his head for balance to get into the small boat, stepping over the two.

“Just gonna do that - thank you.”

“Yeah, that works too.”

Eddie got in after, offering his hand to you. Before you could take it, Nancy spoke up, "I think y/n should stay here. With the kids."

“No. No, I'm going.”

“Let's not do this right now.” Steve huffed. You turned back around, frowning at Eddie's hand before taking it.

Robing scooted over, making room for you as Nancy stepped on. “Wheeler.” Eddie winked, trying to lighten the mood between you and your sister, while also making sure she got situated.

“Hey, hey, hey, you tryin' to sink us?” Eddie poked at Dustin’s forehead, making him stagger back. “This thing only holds four people tops, ‘kay?”

“It’s better this way. You guys stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble.” Nancy tried.

“You keep an eye out.” Dustin whisper-yelled. “It’s my goddamn theory!”

“You heard Nance.” Robin stated, her leg brushing up against yours.

Dustin threw his hands up, “Who put her in charge?”

“I did.”

Nancy put out her hand, “Compass.” Dustin pouted, handing it over. He backed away, watching Steve begin to push off on the boat.

“Hey! There you go.” He threw Dustin’s bag, before pushing at the boat again. As the boat finally drifted into the water, Steve jumped in, squishing you all closer together.

“You said four!”

“Sorry.” Steve whispered. You maneuvered to sit on the floor of the boat, as Robin and Eddie began paddling against the water.

“Bedtime at nine, kiddos.” Dustin flipped Robin off from the distance. She stood, waving. “Miss you already!” You couldn’t help the amused smile peeking through on your lips, watching her as she sat down.

After a while, you felt your eyes droop, a yawn escaping your mouth. You brought your knees up to your chest, resting your head on them.

“Tired?” Steve asked, amused. Nancy wasn’t.

“I told you to stay-”

“We’re not doing this! Look, I don't know what happened between you two, but you need to put it on the back burner for one goddamn min-'' Steve got interrupted by the sound of the compass going crazy. The needle twirled, not knowing which way to actually go. “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. Slow down, guys.” Nancy’s attention was yanked from your argument, now set on the object in her hand. Everyone stopped their movements, watching, waiting.

Nancy sighed as the compass needle kept flickering.

“Woah.”

“Guys, what’s going on?” Dustin’s voice broke through the walkie-talkie. “Come on, guys, talk to me. What’s going on?”

You grabbed the walkie, eyes not leaving the compass. “Your compass is going crazy, it's fine though.”

Robin grabbed it from you, quickly adding, “Yeah, it's gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘ahhhh!’”

Steve lifted his foot, beginning to take his shoes and socks off. Out of instinct, you backed your head away, bumping into Robin’s knees. This boat was really only big enough for four people, tops.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked, watching him with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Somebody’s gotta go down there and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can stop being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then…” He looked from you, to everyone around the boat.

A little after Nance and him had broken up, you wanted to learn how to swim, and he was willing to teach you. Or try to. The thought of being underwater was terrifying. Not knowing what was under you in the water, was what kept you from doing any more than 2 lessons. He knew you wouldn’t go in the water, not knowing what was in there- could be absolutely anything. It wasn’t that you were a bad swimmer, the anxiety of it just got in the way. You could swim if it were life or death. Steve hoped now wasn’t one of those moments.

“It’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” He stood up, rocking the boat slightly, as he turned toward the lake.

Eddie spoke up, “Hey, I'm not complaining. I do not want to go down there.” he dug around his jacket pocket, pulling out a plastic bag.

Steve moved to the edge of the boat, taking his shirt off. Both of you and Robin’s eyes went to Nancy as she gawked.

“The ladies dig that?” You playfully pointed at Steve’s chest. The air was a little less stuffy at your playful banter.

“Yeah, they actually do.” He held his head up in faux confidence. “Maybe you should get some.”

“Who’s to say I don’t already have any?”

“Hey,” Steve looked away from you, to Eddie, who held up a flashlight with the plastic bag wrapped around it. “Good luck.”

The air was back to thick, the moment was back to being real.

“Thanks.” Steve threw his sweater at Eddie as he took the flashlight.

Eddie put a cigarette in between his lips, picking up the balled-up sweater. He dropped the sweater, digging around in his pocket for a lighter. He lit it, about to bring it up to the cigarette when Robin plucked the nicotine and threw it into the water. “Gross.”

Steve took a few breaths, trying to prepare himself for whatever he was about to encounter.

“Steve?” Nancy called, watching as Steve turned half his body around to look at her. “ Be careful.”

He nodded, before turning and diving in. Water slashed up into your face. You quickly wiped at your face, moving closer to the side of the boat, watching as the flashlight got dimmer and dimmer the further Steve swam.

“Where we at, Wheeler?”

Nancy checked her watch, “Closing in on a minute.”

You held your breath, waiting.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Steve resurfaced with loud splashes and panting.

“Shit!” “Oh, Christ!” “Fuck!”

Steve inhaled, trying to push the soaking hair out of his face. “I found it.” He grabbed the side of the boat, as Robin spoke into the walkie.

“Dustin, you’re a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate.”

“It’s pretty wild. It’s more of a snack-sized gate than a mama gate, but still, it’s pretty awesome.” You gasped as Steve lost his grip on the boat, your hand fell over his right as he came back up with a surprised expression. Just as quickly as he came back up, he was pulled back down with a yelp. His hands were completely out from under yours. All of you moved toward where he disappeared, yelling out his name. The water bubbled, showing Steve’s struggle.

“No! No, no! What the hell was that, man?” Eddie yelled, needing that cigarette more than ever.

Robin turned toward Nancy, “Nancy, really, what happened?”

“Jesus!” Eddie exclaimed. Nancy stood, Eddie putting his hand out toward her. “Wait. Wait, you’re not going in there, are you?”

Your attention wasn’t on the water now. Your eyes locked on Nancy’s, your heartbeat in your ears. You began shaking your head, words being stuck in your throat.

“Just wait here.” She jumped in without another word. Robin and Eddie’s screams molding together were the last thing your brain registered, before you jumped in right behind Nancy, without hesitation. The fear that was instilled in you at a very young age was nowhere in sight. Your arms and legs moved on their own, your eyes set on the person you grew up with. Through good and bad times. Every argument, rude remark, and mean look you two exchanged didn’t matter at the moment.

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