#SORRY IF IT FEELS LIKE IM YELLING AT YOU OR NAGGING YOU

[cvnt4him]

sassy deku >>> (big ass forehead)

YK YOU WRONG FOR TALKING AB MY MAN LIKE THAT HES GORGEOUS HIS FOREHEAD IS PERFECT THE WAY IT IS.

N YKW? IM AB TO MAKE A FULL THING TOO. CAN WE TALK AB THE HEAD THING THO??? LIKE HUH LIKE THAT PARAGRAPH IS MIND BLOWING.

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Getting an attitude w sassy men

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M. izuku.

You and izuku never really get into fights so when you randomly got an attitude w him you better believe he got pissed. He's so sweet and nice to you under all circumstances whatsoever, he doesn't want to disrespect you at all but God lately you've just been getting on his nerves. The way you bitch around and yell at him like he exploded the sun.

"are you fucking kidding me izuku? Like are you genuinely insane. I just cannot with you."

You scoff and yell at him with an angry tone.

He rolls his eyes and ignores you, you've really just been so annoying. Like God why can't you simply shut up and suck his cock. Like he's been through so much in his life and this so what he gets in return?

"yeah okay bitch."

"excuse me?!"

"you fucking heard me, you've literally been bitching all day over some shit I had nothing to do with like I just can't. I've saved all of Japan and instead of getting a loving girlfriend to cook and clean for me you're sitting here being a whiney little bitch."

He spat venom with every word that left his beautifully pink tinted lips, his eyes squinted at you with spite. The way he spoke stunned you, you were frozen in shock. You're sweet loving boyfriend who'd never raise his voice at you or even attempt to hurt your feelings,

Tears welled in your eyes as you were blinded by the forming tears, blinking heavily trying to bat away the tears that were starting to become present. Izuku never got angry or even attempted to fight with you, he hated the guilty feeling he'd always feel and not djd you make him feel it.

You made him sleep on the couch for a couple of nights, the main reason he actually stayed on the couch was because he felt he deserved it after what he'd said and how hed spoken to you. Izukus kother would be so disappointed in him. The words that left his mouth were misogynistic and ugly, he wasn't that kind of person, but for some reason you brought out the bad in him.

There was also the good. You knew how to make him laugh, smile, feel oh so good. So why had he been so mean to you lately. He wished he knew.

Izuku came knocking on your shared room door waiting for you to say something, anything. It'd been so long since he'd heard your voice, since you'd spoken to him directly.

"come in."

A soft voice was heard through the wooden door as he practically pushed the door down trying to hurriedly open it to get to you. He gulped out of fear, afraid of what you'd say to him, how you'd feel if you looked at him. He hated himself for what he said, and he wanted to apologize.

You looked at him with sad eyes, you were under the cover hiding your face at first. It felt so good to see your beautiful face after so long. He sighed at your gorgeous features, your lips in a pouty frown and your hair a mess. You looked good no matter what.

"my pretty girl..."

He whispered to you, rushing to your side. He instantly wrapped his arms around your figure as you did the same, he moved the cover on top of the both of you and cuddled you. He buried his face in your neck planting little fast kisses everywhere.

"I'm so sorry.. you've just been so.. difficult lately."

He says into your ear. he feels you tense under his touch before moving back to look at him with a disgusted look. He gave you a confused one, why had you looked like this? He was apologizing!

"are you fucking kidding?"

"wha--"

"I'M being difficult??? If I'm SOO difficult just fucking leave."

Here we go again. He sighed heavily getting rather impatient which izuku was nothing but. You were angering him once again because you're bitching and nagging before he can even get a word out, per usge.

"my god you're such a spoiled little bitch. you never let me speak, always making things about yourself. I came fucking apologize but if you're going to be a fucking cunt I might as well fuck yours."

"are you fucking kidding me izuku?! you-- wait what."

Anyways he bent you over and yanked your underwear and pants off in one go didn't even bother prepping or anything just shoved his semi hard cock inside of you and thrusted into you at an insane pace.

Moral of this story is he didn't stop fucking you until you were a sloppy cum filled mess.

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I. tenya.

Tenya was so full of your shit. You've gotten in trouble in class, kept blowing him off, and then proceeded to ignore his texts.

He was so fed up with you. He needed to talk to you and you were going to hear him out not just as the class president but as your boyfriend.

"what do you want tenya."

"for you to stop acting like a cunt."

"i--- wha-"

"I'm so tired of your shit y/n you've been acting like a cold hearted ice queen towards me all day. I want to be with you but I can't stand being in the same room with someone who doesn't care about me."

"I never said i---"

"yet you're acting like I'm some minor pleb. Y/n I love you more than anything and yet you're standing here treating me like a insignificance to your presence."

He says putting his hands on his hips. God he looked so sassy like that it was actually kind of hot. He saw how a smirk appeared into your face as you looked him up and down and he tensed under your eyesight.

"yeah you're right tenya I've been kind of a dick all day hm, baby? Let me make it up to you yeah?"

You say batting your eyelashes at him walking towards him and rubbing your hands up and down his chest, burying your face in his neck and whispering and fanning your breath over it. He shivered and put his hands on your waist pulling you closer into his chest, he lifted your head closer to his, your lips so close to touching.

He pushed you down on the bed and dusted himself off.

"you've got to do a better job than that if you want me to forgive you.

Fuck, the smirk he gave you while walking out of his room was diabolical. God how did you end up with a sexy boyfriend like this. Yet he's such a pain in the ass too.

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M. neito.

Monoma was an ass sometimes, sure. A sassy diva, yeah, but he was never rude to you. He never made you feel like you were less than perfect, he always gave you what he felt you deserved and always made sure you knew how much you meant to him. He never let his feud with your class fuck with him. Until now.

He's been letting everything your class does get to him, and since you're in class 1A he's been getting rather pissed with you. The way he blew you off and pushed you aside like some petty diva was about your last straw.

You walked all the way to class 1B dorm house and bust through the doors in a fit of rage. You were not going to let anyone stop you from fucking up his world.

The way all of his classmates looked at you like you were crazy, some laughing others just genuinely confused why someone from class 1A was here to begin with.

"where the hell is he."

You say yelling to his classmates as they all pointed to up the stairs where the dorms were. You've been there before, not while everyone was awake. But you've been there before. You knew exactly where his dorm was located.

You stormed up the stairs and quickly made your way to his dorm. Upon arriving you bust down his door with your foot, he screams and hides under his work desk for cover. Once he seen it was you he scoffed and was ready to tell at you before being stopped before anything could even leave his lips.

"are you fucking kidding me?? You've been a dick to me all week for what? Because my class is higher than yours?? get over it. At the end of the day you're in hero courses you'll live. Stop treating me like a nuisance because of some sick twisted vendetta you have with my class!"

He scoffed, getting up from his hiding place with a hand to his chest in an offended manner. There was no way you seriously just spoke to him like this?? Where has this side of you come from?? You've always been so sweet and obedient with him!

He was speechless, not a word left his opened mouth. How could you speak to him like some loser. Like those dorks in your class!!

"nothing to say?"

You ask with your hands on your hips. He was sassy, but you knew how to play sassy as well. He crossed his arms and looked away from you. Not daring to utter a word. You kind of liked this side of him, the side that didn't talk back to you. It suited him. A pretty face with such pretty lips need to be shut sometimes. He looks better when he sits there and looks pretty.

You smirk and push him down onto his bed, he lets out a sound as you crawl on top of his lap and put both of your hands on his chest.

"my pretty boy.~"

He was a flushed mess, he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, he was stunned that you'd just done this to him. He was always the one to take the lead and initiate things!! He hated how much he didn't mind you being on top.

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B. katsuki.

Katsuki Bakugou, the world's sassiest man. The way he walks with a sway to his hips, the way he stands, the way he just exists unapologetically is enviable to all. Some envied his tiny snatched waist while others envied the fire behind his eyes. He loved being a hero but he loved his girlfriend more.

He loved you so much, so dearly he had no problem with admitting it either. However he hated, absolutely despised when you caught an attitude with him like he doesn't treat you like a queen.

He was absolutely appalled when you started bitching and yelling at him, waving your arms about and threatening to slap the fuck out of him. He scoffed with wide eyes and a smile like he was daring you to. He wasn't afraid to hit you back by all means, however he loved you too much to bring you into harms way in any kind. So he wouldn't actually hit you but throwing you against things, oh yeah that was an option.

"like honestly katsuki could you be more stupid?"

"bitch? Me, stupid? Hah! You're hilarious! Actually, you deserve an award for your humor honestly, how do you do it."

He jokes slapping his knee with an angry smile still plastered on his beautiful face. God you hated how he had such an effect on you despite how furious you were with him. He knew the huge effect he had on and used it to his advantage.

He smirked and pulled you by your waist mid sentence, you were yelling at him and your fiery words were instantly cut off by the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he moved slightly closer to you face his breath fanning over your face. He peered down at you with those volcanic ruby red eyes of his, daring you to do something anything. He wanted it.

"fucking asshole."

"I could fuck yours if you'd like, yeah?"

God you hated how much you loved him. He was an asshole, but he was yours. He never took you seriously when the two of you argued or when you got an attitude with him. You knew this and it angered you, but you could never stay angry with him because he'd always fuck it out of you like he hated you.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss still having that shit eating smirk on his face once he pulled away holding his forehead to yours as he chuckled lowly.

"you hate me."

"so fucking much."

You say pulling him into a heated kiss, walking backward towards his bed so he could fuck you like a slut.

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AN: chat this was the worst thing I've ever made, I don't think I made them sassy at all, except katsuki anything he does is sassy. however I low-key love how mean I made izuku, I js feel like after his vigilante arc and the war he's a different person, like he's still a sweetie pie but he doesn't take shit from anyone me thinks.

[cupofwyn]

beach shenanigans w/ bf!dream⠀( a series )

▬⠀content יִ،⠀mark. renjun. jeno. haechan. jaemin. chenle. jisung.

pairing/s יִ،⠀bf!mark lee × gn!reader

genre/s יִ،⠀fluff.⠀established relationship.

warning/s יִ،⠀pure fluff.⠀bulletpoints.⠀lowercaps.

wc יִ،⠀0.72k⠀

a/n יִ،⠀i've had this prompt for a few weeks already, and im proud to say im making it a series! i hope you'll enjoy the series first starting off with mark ^^

prompt יִ،⠀"having a bf is like having a misbehaved child." and you think about it a lot when you see bf!mark running towards the white sand with his shovel and bucket in hand.

as a child, mark only experienced the coldness of winter

the city that he lived in, the country, canada, boasts a cold temperature every winter season

and when he had the chance to experience summer in his country, his summer break usually consisted of him going back to seoul with his parents

a city full of skyscrapers—opposite to what he wanted to see in his summers

everywhere he looked from social media, pictures sent by his friends

and even his parent’s pictures of going to the beach without him as he was already, what they liked to call him, "a fully-fledged adult"—he would be envious of them

he only experienced summer in the confines of the pool

he wanted sand

he wanted to dig in anything that was sand

mark was getting tired of thinking of snow as sand

it was cold, it melts, and is annoying to get rid of

but sand?

sand, for him, was a privilege

it was that serious for him

so when you invited your bf!mark for a summer beach getaway this summer break

his eyes sparkled in delight

he took you in a tight embrace, carrying you and swirling you and him around the room as he repeated a bunch of thank you's

and you giggled, happy to see him in this state

as soon as he saw the view of the beach, the smell of salt air, the crashing waves, and the white sand, he wasted no time

he got his sand-digging supplies on the backseat of the car when you were done parking the car

then ran giddily barefooted on the soft and warm ground of sand

“mark! wear your sunscreen first!” you yelled at him, and he immediately ran over to you, his feet running in place as he stood in front of you

“hot! hot! hot!” he complained

the sand wasn't warm. it was scorching hot with the sun confidently glaring from the skies

“you should've worn your slippers before going out to the sand.” you nagged at him as he patiently waited for you to apply sunscreen all over his face, neck, and arms

at this point, you're already asking yourself if this was a date or if you were just treating his inner child

“go get your slippers in the car.” you said to him

“on it!” mark went back to your car parked behind you

you chuckled, finding his enthusiasm adorable, and walked to the car, applying your sunscreen on the car's side mirror

the noise on the trunk of the car filled with shuffling and displacing of things, mark humming to himself a made-up tune

“where art thou thine slippers?” the lyrics went on, and you giggled

it took a while before mark called you out

“babe?”

“yeah?” you answered, now applying sunscreen on your neck

“i think i forgot to pack my slippers…”

that's why you had an ominous feeling ever since you saw him filling up his things

he prioritized his shovel and sand bucket first, after all

“that's because you're too busy packing your shoveling supplies.” you replied

“sorry.” he apologized, a bit down that he couldn't play peacefully on sand

“just use my slippers.” you suggested, wiping evenly the white cast of the sunscreen on your neck. “i'll be staying in the shade, so i don't really need them.”

mark then ran towards you

stopped, as he stood beside you

and you're startled

you turned to look at him, seeing him smiling ear to ear

“what?” you asked with suspicion

he was saying nothing and had only been looking at you silently with a big smirk on his face for a few seconds already

he then wrapped his arms around your waist and showered kisses all over your face

you giggled at this, gently pushing him away since you had just applied your sunscreen

“i just finished wearing my sunscreen, you dummy!” you complained

but he knew you loved it

because despite you pushing him away,

you were smiling and laughing

he tightened his embrace, pulling you in closer and gave a final peck on your lips, leaving you stunned

and flushed

“i love you, babe. thank you for lending me your slippers.” he grinned

and you chuckled

as you gave him a sweet kiss on his lips

“you silly. now, go heal your inner child.”

© written by CUPOFWYN. 2024.

[smegsyy]

Don’t want to fight pt. 1

kenji and you are not a perfect couple. you find yourself arguing with him sometimes. but every time he makes sure to make up to you.

general info: hurt/comfort, fluff

i’ll make part 2 with some nsfw themes hehe 😉

the clock ticked steadily on the wall, marking the hours that had passed. you glanced around the apartment, noticing the dishes piled in the sink and the dust collecting on the shelves. kenji had promised to take care of it, but he had been busy with work and baseball for days

after his long practice you finally decided to face him. he tried to give you a greeting kiss but you immediately pulled away. it made him raise his eyebrow, shocked by your behavior

“kenji we need to talk” you said coldly

he looked at you , his face full of worry, dark circles under his eyes. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m tired of this. you said you’d handle the chores this week, but nothing’s done. i can’t do everything on my own.” you crossed your arms waiting for his response

kenji sighed, rubbing his temples. “i’ve been swamped with work. you know that”

“that’s always your excuse,” you snapped, the frustration bubbling over. “i hate living in this mess!” you raised your voice a little fed up with his excuses

his eyes flashed with irritation. “and i hate having to choose between my job and housework. i-i’m doing my best here okay”he stuttered feeling tired and not feeling like arguing

“i’m doing my best as well, your house, my work, emi, i told you to do it one week ago when you had plenty of time yet you didn’t do it!” you yelled more feeling hopeless

“ughhh can you please stop? i’m tired and i am NOT in the mood to listen to your complains” he said with anger in his eyes

you felt the tears welling up, but you fought them back. “it’s always like that!. i can’t do this anymore, kenji. i hate fighting, and i hate feeling like i’m nagging you all the time.” you said sniffing

he came closer to you tilting his head “do you think i enjoy this? i’m trying to keep up with everything… im so tired”

you shook my head, the tears now streaming down your face. “i know i know… i know you’re tired ughh.. but i’m so angry, and i hate feeling this way”

kenji’s expression softened. he stepped even closer, his arms enveloping you in a warm, comforting embrace. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i didn’t mean to make you feel like this. i’ll do better, i promise”

you buried my face in his chest, your sobs subsiding as he held you tight. “I just want us to be okay”

“we will be,” he whispered, his hand gently stroking your hair. “we’ll get through this together. i’ll make sure of it”

as the tension melted away, you felt a glimmer of hope. you both stood there for a long moment, finding comfort in each other’s arms. it wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was a start. and for now, that was enough.

💟🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ PINKY PROMISE ୧

Summary: Y/n finally confronts her abusive dad, leading to a massive argument, where she leaves the house.

Warnings: Angst, daddy issues, violence, cussing.

Notes: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry about any mistake!

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Im on the living room couch since my dad left the house. My eyes blink slowly, struggling to stay open. I see on my phone, 2AM. The big yellow light only makes me drowsier at each second that goes by. As soon as my eyes close, I hear the door opening, automatically getting my attention.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I watch the old man walking through the living room with a bottle of beer in his hand. The familiar smell of alcohol fills the room. He looks in my direction, his eyes narrowing as they land on me. “What the hell are you doing still up?" He asks with a tone of accusation.

I hesitate before answering, finding the right words. “I.. I was just waiting for you, dad.” I reply. The tension in the room is big.

"Waiting for me? More like waiting to nag me, you little brat." He scoffs as he walks over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting another alcoholic drink.

I feel the rage burning inside me, but I push it down, knowing it will only make things worse. “I was worried about you” I say, my voice trembling slightly. “You were gone for hours, and..”

But before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off with a bit of a laugh. “You are just like your mother, always putting your nose where you are not called” He takes another swig from the bottle. I put my phone in my pocket. I start getting up, maybe going to bed was actually the best idea, but it looks like he still has things to say. “You're the last person who should be worried about me, little bitch.”

All his words just remind me of how much I hate him. Since my mom died, nothing has been the same. He started getting into alcohol, drinking every day. I have bruises from all the times he had ever hit me. I hate when he mentions my mom, like he didn’t even loved her. I turn myself to him. “It’s not my fault you go out to drink like a fucking addicted, just because you can’t stand the idea of mom not being here anymore!” I say. “And I shouldn’t be worried?!”

“You are just like her” He looks at me with disgusted eyes. “Always running your mouth, just like your goddamn mother.” He gets closer, his breath hitting my face. “If she was here, she would be embarrassed of having you as a daughter, just like I am.” He pauses. “You are just a mistake. I wish I had used a condom that night. No one can fucking stand you.”

I shake my head. “That’s not true.” I try to convince myself. Some tears running down my face, I just can’t avoid them. I feel more and more angry.

He simply keeps talking. “And let me tell you,“ He points an accusing finger at me. “That shitty boyfriend of yours? He’s just with you out of pity.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about. You don’t know him, dad.” My breath gets heavier.

“He’s just using you, like everyone around you, piece of shit. You will see, as soon as he finds someone bett-“

Suddenly, before he could finish talking, I push him away from me, making him lose balance, almost getting him on the floor. “Stop! Just shut the fuck up already! Leave me the fuck alone!” I scream, tears blur my vision.

But my father’s rage only seems to intensify. He doesn’t give up. He comes back, his hand connects with my cheek, slapping me across the face, leaving a red mark. For some moments, I froze. “I hate you!” I yell "I hate being here! I hate every moment spent under this roof with you!"

“Ungrateful brat! That’s all you are!” He affirms, louder than me.

“I hate the way you treat me, the way you talk to me, the way you make me feel like I'm worthless! I’m out of here!” I use the same tone as him, but this time sobbing. And with that, I start walking towards the front door, I open it.

“Sure! get the fuck out of my house! And I don’t wanna see your ass back here when you realize the shit you’ve made!” He tells me. I take one last look at him before shutting the door.

I start crying uncontrollably as I walk through the dark streets. I don’t even have where to go, I just wanna get out of this place. The only thing I can think of is Chris. I need him. He’s the only one who will understand me.

The panic just builds up as I walk the fastest I can to his house. Each step that I take doesn’t feel real. How the fuck is this actually happening. After an eternity, I finally reach his house. I ring on the doorbell, nothing. It just makes me cry more and more. I ring again, still nothing. Until I finally see the door opening. His eyes half closed, shirtless only with his pajama pants on. He blinks in confusion.

“Y/n? What’s.. What’s wrong? What are you doing here?” He asks with his husky voice.

“Chris.. Im sorry.. I..” I try to speak but the words catch in my throat, I’m only able to cry. He pulls me into a hug, my head buries on the crook of his neck as I keep breaking down. He holds me tightly, as I cling to him, my tears soaking his bare skin.

He kisses the top of my head a few times “Shh it’s okay..” He whispers. “You don’t gotta say anything right now, I just need you to breathe, love. I’ve got you..” We stay like this for some moments, until I calm down a bit.

He pulls me back from the hug, making me look at him. “Why don’t you come in so we can talk better, huh?” He questions me calmly. Chris leads me to his room, always holding my hand. As we get there, he closes the door behind us.

“Let me get you something more comfortable to wear” He looks on his wardrobe. As soon as he finds it, he hands me an oversized hoodie and some fluffy pajama pants. Once I'm settled into the cozy clothes, my boyfriend guides me to his bed. We lay down, my head on his chest as a pillow. He strokes my hair gently. “I hate seeing you like this.. Do you talk about what happened?”

I sniff. “It’s just.. Everything with my dad..” My voice shakes as I talk. I start tearing up once again. ”We argued again, but this time.. I said I wasn’t coming back there, but I don’t even have anywhere to go..” I go back to crying.

“Listen to me, you do. You have me, you are staying here for how long you need to. I’m sorry I didn’t got you out of that house earlier.” He rubs my back.

I sigh. I look up at him with my watery eyes. “Can I make you a question?” I whisper.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Do you ever.. Do you ever regret being with me? Do you ever wish you were with someone else?”

Chris's brows furrow with concern as he looks into my tear-filled eyes. “Hey, hey, hey.. Why are you asking me that?”

“I don’t know.. My dad is always telling me how you are going to leave me and.. I.. I don’t know..” I say insecure.

Chris cups my face with his hands. “Y/n listen to me, those are just lies. Im not going to leave you and I don’t regret being with you, I love you.”

“Do you promise me?” He wipes away my tears with his thumb.

He extends his pinky finger towards me. “Wanna make a pinky promise?” His sentence makes me chuckle a bit, like a little kid. Slowly, I reach out and intertwine my pinky finger with his. “I promise that I will always be here for you, Y/n.” He smiles. “Now can you promise me that you will never doubt about it?”

“I promise Chris.” He gives me a soft peck on my lips.

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omg this end was so shitty

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[inmyheaddd]

beneath the surface - averyjameson

a/n: literally couldn’t write them fighting for another second because they are the cutest couple 💔 masterlist wc: 735 taglist: @x-liv25-jamieswife @littlemissmentallyunstable @wish-i-were-heather @thecircularlibrary

@heartwithsimplenotes @whatsamongus @anintellectualintellectual

“everyone says that we’re “such opposites”, wondering how do we even stand eachother, how we’re even together, dammit, jameson, maybe they’re right!”

her hands moved around as she spoke. they’d been fighting for the last 10 minutes, but their voices only started to really pick up just now. they both hated yelling, but there they were. 

“you really think that?” a chuckle escaped his mouth as his voice grew louder. 

“yes jameson, i do! i-  i don’t get it sometimes.” her voice quivered as she yelled, taking a breath and speaking again before she could stop herself. “i don’t get you.” she let it out quietly, she didn’t even want to say it out loud — didn’t even want to think of it as a possibility. 

the crease in his brows dissipated immediately, his face was telling more signs of concern and anxiety now. “heiress, you get me more than anyone ever has.” his voice was quieter now and he stepped closer, eyes never leaving hers as he cradled her face with his hands.

“then let me know,” she pleaded, her eyes glossy, “tell me, jameson. you keep silent about all these feelings and you don’t open up, you just pretend you’re all happy and drink your hurt away.” 

his hands dropped from her face, and that somehow hurt more than any words could. “you want to talk about not opening up? avery, i love you, goddammit, but you can’t tell me about how you’re feeling for the life of you.” 

avery was silent as she swallowed thickly, knowing that he was right. 

she expected him to say more, to continue to tell her how awful she was, how much of a burden she is. but nothing came, only heaving, heavy pants from jameson and a headache on her end already starting to seep in.

“i know. i’m sorry, i know.” she couldn’t meet his eyes, her chin slightly dropping.

“heiress, i can’t tell you about how im feeling when i take one look at your face, and know you’re hurting much more than you could possibly bear. it’s impossible.” he raised his hand back up to gently raise her chin. 

“i love you.” he said it like he meant it with his whole being, and he did.

“i love you.” she mirrored back. “i’m sorry. i’m trying, i really am, but ive gotten so used to—“ 

she cut herself off, seeing the look on jameson’s face, he knew her inside and out, knew all the reasons of why and how she did things. he didn’t need to hear her say it, and it would only hurt her. he knew that.

“i’m just… i’m sorry.” 

“heiress, you have nothing to be sorry for. and i’m sorry for ever giving you the idea that you had to be.”  

she shook her head, opening her mouth to speak but jameson took over.

“please don’t try and defend me, let me say this. you deserve the world and i want to be the one to give it to you.” both of his hands were on her face again, “i have this nagging feeling that telling you how i’m hurting makes me less than. i just want to be perfect for you, in a sense.” 

“jameson,” she shook her head, “it doesn’t make you less than, it makes you human. you’re absolutely perfect for me. you’re perfect in every sense.” 

jameson’s eyes flickered to her lips, then back up to her eyes, silently asking for permission to kiss her. he felt like his words would betray him, like they could never convey just how much he truly appreciated her.

avery leaned in and their lips immediately found a rythym against each other. he could taste the salt from her tears earlier, and silently hoped that it would be the last time.

as avery pulled back and rested her forehead on his, she whispered into the space between them, “i hate fighting with you.” 

“i know. you have no idea how much i hate it.” 

“i want us to be better.” she sniffled with her eyes closed, “i don’t want to lose you.”

jameson’s hand slid down to intertwine with hers, “you’re never going to lose me.” he promised, 

“we’ll figure this out. we always do. no more silence, no more hiding, no more running away from what scares us.” 

avery lightly squeezed his hand, “we’ll figure this out.” she echoed. 

jameson pulled her into a hug, and the silence suddenly felt a lot less heavy. they weren’t perfect, but they were trying — for eachother. 

[raihann1]

Notebook drabbles (homicidal liu)

Monday.

Dear mother, Im hoping your doing well with your new husband. If you were worried, am okay. Father comes home a bit late. Am worried for his health, he likes too drink a lot and am starting to suspect he's not as okay as he says he is. The woods family are very kind, treat me like am their own daughter. When father doesn't come home, Jeffery and Liu invite me too come over and eat at their place. I really want too return to you. Love you.

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You set your notebook aside, the house was empty, you checked the doorway for your fathers car. Still no updates. He's been getting drunk lately and he's always on his phone, you wished you could be apart of the Woods family instead. They just seemed so perfect. You suddenly hear a basketball dribbling on the sidewalk and peak out to see Jeff and Liu talking outside while Jeff nags his brother to get his nose out of the "stupid" novel he was reading. Jeff noticed you and called out.

"Y/N is your dad home?" Liu looked up and gave you a warm shy smile, Y/N thought for a moment before responding.

"Uh, no! Why?" Y/N shouted so Jeff could hear.

"COME OVER AND HELP ME GET LIU TO EXERCISE INSTEAD OF SITTING HIS LAZY ASS READING BOOKS!" jeff said proudly untill his mother yelled at him to stop cursing.

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Tuesday.

Hey mom, I feel really stupid for even writing in this book, but you promised once we met you would read all my drabbles. I think, I may have found out what father has been doing. He's been talking with a woman, she seems very young and she always asks for some money. He's foolish because he seems too ignore am also here. I wish I could go back to you mom. Money's tight and I feel bad for the Woods family since they have another mouth to feed. I al-

Your writing came to a stop as you heard a knock on the door. You grabbed your jacket and threw it on and opened the door too see Jeff out of breath and Liu behind him looking flustered.

"Jeff don't." Liu warned. Jeff simply pushed his hair back and burst out laughing.

"O-okay! Dude did you know m- my brother." He could NOT contain himself as he burst out laughing covering his face.

You looked at them puzzled while Liu mouthed a "sorry" to you and dragged Jeff back to their house.

You were about to write but you git a text message from your father.

"I won't be here agian, take care of the house."

You scoffed, who did your dad think he was? Then you recieved another text message from Jeff.

"Yo, so don't tell Liu but he had a super big crush on you 😭."

Your heart froze and you felt nervous? Flusterd?!

"No way."

You replied calming yourself down, it was probably another joke.

"Yes way! This guys a nervous wreck around you 💀."

You threw your phone at the sofa, No way. It just couldn't be true!.. right?

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Wednesday.

........ does Liu woods like me?

You could not pay attention, you immediantly erased those words. You had school.. and you werent going to deal with guys today

You were waiting by the bus stop while Jeff tackled you from behind and Liu stood a few steps away from both of you. You could tell he was nervous, Jeff smirked and continued to ramble on diffrent shit he found on the internet.

Then you noticed someone, Fuck. Randy

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thank you for doing god's work and blessing us with wonderful monkey man fics 🫡

if youre taking requests, id like to make one with a blackwidow!reader, she's undercover at the hotel as well and was confused when someone made an attempt at rana singh then tracks kid down and even helps him train. they go through the fight together and after that they start a new life in the end 🫶

sorry if its too specific, feel free to make any changes however you like and tysm in advance if you decide to do this 🩷✨️

The lack of kid x reader content is killing me. I'm glad you liked my fics though, thank you for reading! THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER ERM

I've never written action before, hopefully I do this fic justice. Im sorry if it just seem like I'm yapping😭

Hands Up (Kid X Blackwidow!Reader)

Holy Fuck!

You've been undercover in India for almost 2 months and you didn't even know autos could drift like that!

You're hot on their trail, abusing the throttle to its limit.

Whoever this guy is, he's either extremely ballsy, or extremely stupid to go after Rana Singh like that.

The helmet didn't help with the shooting sounds at all, you couldn't take it anymore, drifting away and avoiding to be near but near enough that you could see where the guy was going. Your already ringing ears would go deaf if you trailed them any closer.

Shit he went into an alleyway.

Your eyes trailed around the road.

Bingo

Another alley that links to his spot.

Maybe it took you 5 minutes extra but once you got there, the auto was already flipped onto its side, empty. The policemen were chasing someone who's running on foot.

Running on the fucking roof!

Limping.

You twisted the throttle of the motorbike to chase after him but he ended up falling onto the road after an officer shot his leg

You hit the brakes. Tires screeching loud at how sudden the brake was. Stopping the bike right in front of him.

"get the fuck on! Hurry!"

He looked confused but decided to question it later and hopped on.

You zoomed away from the place, going into an alley an coming out the other, making sure no one sees where you guys were headed.

His grip on your waist loosens.

Oh no he's losing blood.

"man don't pass out on me yet!" you yelled, making sure he heard but his answer was mumbling and gibberish. Before he could limp off of the bike, you reached back and placed one hand on his back.

You sighed and accepted your fate, your arms going to hurt from the weird position but at least he won't fall off.

You zoomed right to the temple, dragging this tall building of a man in with you all by yourself.

You called on Alpha, she almost chuckle at how you struggle to bring the man in.

"I told you, child, if you need help, ask for it," she said like a mother nagging her child while helping you steady the man.

"I am asking for help, help this guy," you reply mumbling like a teenager after being scolded, she let's out a huff and guided the man onto the makeshift bed.

"wait outside, take care of your own wounds, hm? There's food in the kitchen, eat up," she said softly then closes the curtain.

A pang in your heart, she's like a mother to all these people here and to you too. You didn't expect to step foot on the motherland and gain an actual mother figure.

When you hear the man screaming in agony you knew exactly what she was doing as you yourself was on that makeshift bed a month ago.

You chuckled and went to the kitchen.

After indulging in a plate of naan and a cup of coffee, you sighed and lean against the chair, closing your eyes, floating in a food coma. finally taking the well needed rest you've been procrastinating.

That is until a soft pinch on your shoulder startle you.

"I told you to tend to your wounds first, child," Alpha scolded, dragging a chair in front of you with the small medical box in her hands.

25 years of training, nothing could get past you.... except for Alpha. For some reason she has a way to sneak up on you.

You gave a silly smile, letting her tend to your light wounds. "I was hungry," she hummed dismissively.

"the man is alright, he'll need a few hours before he regain consciousness. Who is he?" she asked, eyes still pinned onto the cut on your arm.

"he tried to go after Rana Singh, all by himself, in Queenie's hotel with a small gun. I think he could've succeeded but not sure what made him miss the shot," you said simply.

"why did you help him?"

"he's stupid but I saw how he fought, he's got potential,"

Alpha hums and packs the medical box. "and maybe because he has a pretty face," you joked while grinning at her. She chuckled and shook her head and stood up.

"your bed roll is still unused," she said, some guilt creeps up on you. You left, after staying with them for a month, to go after Queenie.

"thank you,"

You went to take a little nap.

When you open your eyes again, you heard chaotic voices of confusion. The guy had woken up.

"hey, clam down,"

"you? You're... The chef?" he's more confused than ever. You nodded. "look, you're still recovering, take it easy and sit down. I'll explain everything."

He seemed reluctant but sat down on the nearest branch anyway.

"who..are you?" he asked, eyes pinning on his fidgetung hands.

You started with your name and he nodded. Taking a few seconds, wondering where to start.

"I'm a blackwidow, well, was a Blackwidow, after the fall of the red room most widows just work with each other trying to free others who were injected with mind controlling serum."

Blackwidow? His mind flashed to pictures of the only famous widow, Natasha Romanoff, the fucking avenger? He looked confused but try to take in what you said.

"but I didn't do that. I came for revenge."

"revenge? On whom?" he looked up at you, you knew that look in his eyes, you see them in your own everyday, the thirst for revenge, sunk in a sea of violence.

"They ship kids, the red room, they take us in very very young." you started with a heavy voice, you've told this story multiple times but fuck, knowing you're so near to where it happened is just too much.

"and where do you get kids, untraced, unwanted, unregistered kids?" your eyes lifted to look at him, as if quizzing him. He shook his head as a sign that he never thought about that.

"human trafficking rings, prostitution rings and Queenie just happen to have the biggest rings in whole of fucking Asia,"

He furrowed his eyebrows. He's known a fair share of prostitute, most of them keep their kids, at least his mother kept him, but his mother did left to live somewhere else.

"Queenie has a reportation to uphold, she can't have legal cases against her, she can't have her girls die from multiple abortion, the kids will just be threads someone could pull and find out the truth so she cuts em. Take all the kids and ship them for the red room. She got a ton of money for that too,"

He looked horrified, he didn't even know that was a thing people fucking do.

"I want to put a stop to this, maybe there red room is gone but she's still doing something with those kids,"

He looked up at you and nodded, he understood.

"what about you? Going after Rana Singh by yourself like that, in his own slice of heaven,"

He sighed then stared off into the distance, he's eyeing the kids who were giggling and chasing each other in the middle of the temple.

A sense of innocence both of you lost a long time ago.

"he killed my mother," you sucked in a quick breath. Mother, you're both avenging your mothers then. Though he's avenging a woman he knew and you don't event know the name of yours.

"then we better get ready. I saw you, when you were fighting. You fight a lot?"

"at the ring. For money" you nodded, you know of the tiger temple, an excuse to gamble, honestly.

"I realise you let your left hand go idle for too long, we'll work on that," you simply said and stood up.

"though for now, you should rest, I'm going for a shower, Alpha will bag my ears off if she realise I took a nap before showering."

You offered him a smile, half joking.

The next few weeks are dedicated to teaching him, reminding him not to neglect his left hand. Another habit you see is that he sucks in and hold his breath in while throwing a punch, leaving his breathing a little erratic after a long fight.

"there you go, Kid!" you yelled with a smile after he basically torn the makeshift punching bag.

He walked towards you. "was that good?"

You nodded though a silly smile creeped on your lips. "yeah, had the whole temple screaming, I bet it was because your lack of clothing," you teased. Kid smiled, a genuine smile, and thanked you.

One night he went missing, two nights before diwali, a bag of money was hung on one of the branches with a note with his writing on it.

You went to find him and when you did he looked apologetic.

"I told you, we're doing this together," you said, hitting him with a slap on his stupid face. He turned back to look at you. "I'm sorry I... I had to fight in that ring alone."

His voice soft but fuck, his lips looks softer, maybe he saw that desire in your eyes because he had them in his own. He pulled your arms softly, leaning down to kiss you on your lips.

"we stick together, that's the plan," you breathed softly after he pulled away. Kid, being himself, didn't say anything and nodded.

He didn't think he could've kept that promise but he did.

The night of diwali, you dragged him out of the burning hotel, he had passed out after killing Baba Shakti.

He woke up to the same scene he did almost 2 months ago but this time with familiar faces and a heavier feel in his chest, relief. Relief that he's alive, that's new for him.

"you're awake," you said. He looked dreamy, that's also new.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, worried if he had lost too much blood or hit his head too hard somewhere. Your hands carefully trace his face, head even body to inspect if Alpha had missed a wound somewhere.

He shook his head, toon your wandering hands in his and smiled.

Fuck, he's finally home.

With the woman he loves, a sanctuary that might need fixing but filled with pure love, a worried woman that plays a role his mother played years ago.

He had a reason to live.

"I love you," Kid whispered, he trued to think of the last time he's said that but no memory came up.

Your eyes soften and that day he fell deeper.

"I love you too"

A few years later he'd tell the kids that laid on his chest, with his hair and your eyes, a smile on his face, proudly tracing the memory of how the wild monkey finally find his peace with a spider.

The little girl laughed. "amma'a a spider!" she would repeat that again and again as if that's the funniest thing her appa ever said, her brother chasing after her, suddenly it's a game of tag.

"don't run!" Alpha would scold after the two almost bumping into her, scared that she'll accidentally spill the drink she's taken for herself.

Kid laughed.

His life is perfect.

It's perfect.

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okay question: I'm currently in the middle of designing a cover for my bookbind of WCWSTHWAS (bc it's a masterpiece that I need on my shelf) and I just need to know for the back cover:

What's your favorite quote from each chapter? Which ones are you most proud of?

AAAAAAAAAAH im sorry this took so long its just that every time i opened the fic i could NOT decide on a quote! ive shortlisted a bunch down here but feel free to choose whatever you like!! i mostly just skimmed since i know that i'll start wanting to go in and correct things if i do a deep dive haha (and that's a never-ending project)

ALSO HELP if anyone sees this and has a quote you like pls remind me of it!!! i have realized that i dont really write. like. memorable lines HAHAHHA or maybe this fic is just so big that they're all bleeding into each other. anyway. HELP

(also i'm so honored you're bookbinding my fic!!! i'd love to see pictures if you have em <333)

ch1:

To say that Percy’s doing water magic seems like a grave insult to his skill. He is not performing magic, he is magic, just as he is water, flowing and fluid and gorgeous. He does not have to speak incantations as children of Hecate do, and yet he pulls liquid from thin air in a never-ending stream, making the water in his hands appear alive.

ch2:

He’d been stupid to think he’d get what he wanted back when he was thirteen. Now, at nineteen…well, he’s still stupid.

ch3:

It’s hard to fight the urge to run and leave it all. He wants to grab the Fates, if they’re still around, and shake them by the shoulders. He wants to yell in their face, “Find me another destiny!”

ch4:

Bunker Nine. Warm forges and the sound of metal bashing metal as the children of Hephaestus worked on their weapons talking and laughing over each other, competing at who could be faster. Beckendorf winking at him as he passed by, Leo swooping in and out of the skylight atop Festus, Percy conjuring dolphins from the bathwater, Annabeth carefully pinning up sketches on the walls. Travis and Connor trying to trip him up at every opportunity, Silena passing him beauty products with a sly little smile, Harley and Gus latching onto his legs and pleading with him to teach them a new fighting move. Nyssa offering him the last of Leo’s tacos, Butch accompanying him silently on supply runs, Grover playing them all songs on his pipes on quiet night - Jason can hear the music now, slow and mournful, the sound of wind making its way through the leaves of a tree, the sound of water trickling over rocks.

Bunker Nine is family. Bunker Nine is all of these things, and more, but mostly it is Piper, holding out her hand in front of the Bunker Doors, kissing him lightly and welcoming him home.

ch5 (I CANT CHOOSE)

He’d…he’d just wanted to be loved so much, had assumed he would remain without having felt it for the rest of his days, and all along he hadn’t noticed he’d had it since forever. There’s love in the way Jason had clapped his back, so hard that he nearly went flying every time. There’s love in how Annabeth rolls her eyes at his jokes, in how she nags him to stop stealing all the spare paper. There’s love in how Beckendorf forces him to take breaks in between projects, and love in the way each of his siblings come sit next to him silently when he’s working. There’s love in how Hazel and Frank hug him, so hard that they nearly crack his ribs. There’s love in how Festus creaks happily at the sight of him, wires in his head sparking with joy. There’s love in how each and every one of them have each other’s back, and how they’d do anything to keep each other safe. And Leo – he loves them, too. Like, so fucking much, man.

His mother. His father. The cabin. The sea. The screeing of seagulls, the heaviness in the air, the way seafoam would gather on his little feet as though trying to keep him there. “I’m going to Bunker Three,” he says. “I’m going home.”

“I know we lost last time, but this War…this feels different.” She steps forward, her whole body tingling at the rush of energy that’s suddenly picked up in the room. “I know you feel it too – every line of the Prophecy coming alive. This is it, guys. We get to finally take our fate in our own hands. We finally get to spill all the dust and ichor that have caused us pain for so many years. We get to avenge the deaths of our friends, brothers, sisters, parents. We get to win.”

 Her thoughts, which had a certain dispiriting quality to them, lift, now, leaving her marveling at how the tiniest sliver of hope - hope for a future beyond the War, hope where a stupid old prophecy will not dictate their lives – can make her this happy.

They’re all too fucking young for this.

Percy is one of the most powerful demigods of their age, and the way he looks at her…the way he holds her? It makes Annabeth feel powerful, too.

Whatever the outcome of this battle is, Hazel thinks, at least they’ll finally be free.

It’s a silly little joy of his, he guesses. Making people laugh. It’s…it’s always made him feel wanted, feel like a part of the group. Every group of friends needs a Funny One, and that’s Leo.

He…loves himself. Kind of. Leo’s got a complicated relationship with himself, because, like Percy had said, he doesn’t think he’ll ever really forgive himself for letting his mom die. But…it’s taken many years of hating how he looked in the mirror, and hating the fire that would light up his fingertips unprompted, and hating how he never managed to do anything right, for him to finally accept himself for who he is. For him to…well, maybe not be super duper in love with himself, but be at peace with himself. And that’s what you’d call character development.

So, with Hazel’s dying breath, she and Nico will bring back Varus’ Fifth Cohort, and Frank will use the eagle to lead them into battle, clearing their name, and giving him the opportunity to show New Rome that he’s truly his mother’s son, capable of so much greatness. Her death will mean certain victory for their troops - if not for Percy. It’ll mean the start of a whole new chapter for New Rome. It’s the perfect plan. The perfect end to her story. “It’s sick,” she whispers, tipping her head back. Her tears wash down the sides of her face, and drops of them slip into her ears, curving around her head and into the mess of her hair. She is so angry, so sad. She wants to live in this brave new world, after all, with her hand in Frank’s and the sun shining on her back, filling her up with warmth. “It’s sick, isn’t it, the way it all works out so perfectly.” And Nico smiles, sardonic, and pats her shoulder. “That’s life, I guess, Hazel,” he says, a little sadly. “That’s life.”

“OF COURSE THERE IS!” Frank yells, so loud that the trees around them shiver. “Of COURSE there’s a choice, Hazel, and you’re choosing to DIE!” And there it is, finally, out in the open, screamed raw into the universe, writing it into history. Hazel is choosing to die. Again.

Like a dream, like a memory, Percy imagines hands placed across theirs. Jason’s large one, Leo’s bony one, Hazel’s delicate one, Nico’s pale one, Bianca’s clever one. His mother’s hand, a little wrinkled with age, but with love packed in every touch. So gentle, so kind. They all add strength to his own, filling him with courage. 

"Prove me wrong, Annabeth, Percy. Show me how you’ll make things better."

They crash together like two collapsing stars, and the universe falls away, leaving just them and a fierce, unspoken relief that fills Percy up with a coiling, growing warmth.

“He is not who I would choose for you, Annabeth. But he is, indeed, the best choice.”

Percy watches the stars twinkle and listens to the sound of the rustle in the trees, and tries to think about a life where he needn’t constantly be on his toes, a life where he won’t have to worry about a destiny and a Prophecy, a life where he and Annabeth could build a home.

epilogue:

He supposes – and is slowly coming to accept – that this fear might be so etched in him, so deep-seated that nothing will truly remove it from him. But he’s trying to remember Leo’s words. That fire isn’t just something that takes away, but it is heart and light and warmth and happiness. It’s camaraderie and kinship and deep bonds. It’s love.

Whatever he does, now, wherever he goes – he will never be alone again.

Time, she supposes, will go on.

In the end, there isn’t much they can do to fix the hurt. She supposes it’ll always be a part of her. But she gives her own explanations and apologies, and he does the same, and they just – choose each other, and they choose to move forward, and that means the world to her.

And so, with smiles that shine and feet that intertwine and hands that have held up the sky, Percy and Annabeth start making plans.

Maybe…just maybe, one day, he won’t have to look back.

again, pls feel free to choose your own!!! and thank you <333

[asteroideaaa]

kilvan [kil.ˈvan] n. river

Genre: angst(with happy ending)

Netayam X female OC Omatikaya

Word count: 3.4k

Authors note: I promise I'll make more happy fics I swear.<3

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If I ever went missing look near the river.

“Look at this stone ma Tamìfa,” Nang said excitedly. He handed me I yellow stone. This was perfect for Neteyam’s necklace. I've always been a good craftsman. My friends and I would make breast covers for many women in the village. My mother taught me everything I know. She was one of the best beaders in the whole village. I'm so grateful that she was able to teach me beading before the great-mother claimed her back with my father.

“This is perfect. Thank you so much for helping me Nang. Neteyam has been so stressed with the training I know this will cheer him up.” I thanked him. Neteyam and I have dated for many months now. We swore to each other before ewya. Though it is not the same as being mated, it's basically the same. We are a mated pair.

“Let's go back to the village. It's almost eclipse and we’ve been out here since morning. Neteyam must be back from training. You should be there to greet him back. I wonder what the hunter has brought back for the feast?” Nang said grabbing my wrist and leading me back to the village. 

“I know the way you skxqwng.”

“Last year we lead a whole search party for you. You were so deep into the woods it took hours to find you.” Nang scolded. I knew where I was going… “And don't even say you knew where you were going. We all know that's a damn lie.” he chuckled wrapping my arm around my shoulder and pulling me in as we walked into the village. We made it just in time. I see Neteyam jumping off his Ikran. Our eyes meet, but he seems angry. I walk towards him trying to hold my posture. 

“ Ma Neteyam I’m glad you're back safe. You must be hungry please come let us go eat.” I say trying to wipe his scowl off his face. I wonder if today wasn't a successful training day. On days like this, he's usually happier once we've eaten. So I take his hand to lead him to where everybody eats.

“Not tonight Ma Tamìfa. I'm not hungry.” he walks away from me. He takes long strides away from me. My lightly smaller legs cannot keep up as well. “Ma Neteyam please come. You need to take care of your body. After we should go to the hot springs. I feel like we haven't had alone time in ages. Please Ma neteyam.” I say out of breath from him walking away. We are now at his muri.

"Just walk go away, please. I want to be alone. I've had a long day of men yelling at me during training. The last thing I want right now is your nagging.” my heart slits as I watch his throwing his hand in the air out of frustration. My neck feels hot and my eyes burn. I don't dare to cry. Crying will not help. Maybe I just need to give him space.

“I’m sorry I bothered you. I will see myself out now. Goodnight ma Neteyam.” I turn on my heels and walk back to dinner. I look down at my feet tears threatening my eyes. 

~~~

“Maitan you dare speak to your future mate like that. She did not deserve such.” Neteyams mother said fiercely. He knew she was right, but anger get to the best of us. The real reason on why he's mad is because you've been spending so much time with Nang. Nang was a couple of years older than Neteyam. He's more experienced with the way of life. That made Neteyam very jealous. Neteyam tends to overthink a lot, consequence of having three younger siblings.

“Sa’nu please I just want some rest. I've had a very long day.” 

“ Maitan im only concerned for you itan.Tamìfa is a sweet girl. You shouldn't lose your temper with her.” Netiriy softly said trying to calm him. She handed him a bowl of stew. Out of every meal created by the Na’vi people Hexapede stew was his favorite. He took one sip of it and melted. He quickly slurped up the stew and then headed to his hammock.

~~~

It's now dawn and I'm dreading getting out of this hammock. Last night I could not eat due to anxiety. It was a warm morning I could hear the creatures of pandora chirping as they got up to live their lives. My eyes start to feel heavy and I think to myself it wouldn't hurt to sleep in a little longer. My eyes shut and I start to dream.

I was having the most wonderful dream. Neteyam and I were flying our Ikran out in the night sky. I often have this dream, it is one of my favorites. The sight of him makes my heart swell knowing we will be mated for life. I can't help thinking about having many children. I want to have a family of my own someday. From time to time I think of names for our children. Neteyam has always promised me this for our future, but my dream comes to an end. I'm awoken by the Ikran screeching goodbye to the clan. I hop out of my hammock feeling the warm sunlight laying on my muri floor. I think to myself “I should start Neteyam’s necklace.” grabbing all my beads, string, and needle made of fish bones gifted by my mother.

Hours later of beading and weaving I've now created this beautiful necklace for my Neteyam. I look at it with great pride. I really do hope he likes it. My heart would break into a million pieces if he didn't. My thoughts are interrupted by the creaking of my muri flood. It's Nang he greets me as I do the same.

“Ma Nang you nearly sent me to Eywa herself.” I hold my heart out of fear.

“I'm just checking up on you Ma Tamìfa. Last night you didn't eat so I had my mother make you some roasted Teylu. I know it's not your favorite, but you must eat breakfast. From what I've learned the sky people say it's the most important meal of the day. That is probably the only thing ill agree on with them.” he chuckles 

“That is right,” I say rubbing the back of my neck out of discomfort. Nang quickly realizes. “That is bothering your neck ma Tamìfa?” he questions. “I spent all morning making Neteyam a necklace. I spent hours looking down now my neck is in so much pain.” I said sadly not knowing what to do. Maybe I should go see a practicing healer. I'm not in need of a matured healer. “We should go to the hot sprint. Come put on your bathing clothes.” Nang says persistently. He leaves my muri waiting outside to leave me to change. I get up from my seat and head towards my woven basket holding my garments. I decide to wear a newly woven set. It is covered in all shades of green and brown beads. Feathers hang off of the rectangular breast cover. As for my loincloth, it's dyed with dark green berry leaves. I attach my song cord to it and head out the door.

I meet Nang outside and start walking toward the spring. “Let us go find others to come!” I said excitingly clap my hands together. “That sound like the perfect idea ma Tamìfa.” Nang says patting the top of my head. We walk over to the Sullys hut. Before we can enter Nang and I hear arguing. We both turn our heads to face each other. “What did we just walk into.” we both say entering the muri.

“Tuk please maywe.!”kiri shouts 

“No! I want to go to the hot springs right now!” she squeaks 

“Tuk you have to eat first then we can you. Now please stop being a brat and eat. You'll never is a mighty warrior like mom. you can't even eat breakfast.” Lo’ak cried out of annoyance bringing his hand to cover his face. “Tuktiry listen to your siblings. Nang and I actually came over to ask you guys if you wanted to go to the hot spring. Now if you eat we will fly the Ikrans there.” I say in a motherly voice. Talking to Tuk like this makes me want to be a mother even more even when Tuks having a meltdown. While Lo’ak and Nang prepare Tuks meal I asked kiri to take out my braids. Now my hair flows freely with a couple of braids holding beads. “Do you want these feathers Neteyam found for me? I think they will suit you way better,” she asks in her very calming voice. My breath hitches at the thought of Neteyam. Kiri quickly notices. “What is wrong?” she says putting feathers behind my ears and attaching them to my braids. “It is not a big deal really. It's Neteyam He just got upset with me yesterday after coming back home from training.” I sigh “I'm sorry my brothers can be such asses sometimes. I'm sure he'll come around soon. After Tuk ate we left on our Ikrans heading towards the hot springs. Passing by unnoticed by the rest of us Neteyam and his training friends pass under us. 

~~~

Neteyam unmounts his Ikran and sits down bringing his hands to his face. Neteyams ears perk up to hear a conversation behind him 

“Did you see Tamìfa? She was with Nang again.” 

“She's been hanging out with him a lot maybe she's interested in a more mature man.”

“She was wearing a really nice outfit. Maybe she's trying to swoon him.”

Neteyam hated gossip but since it was about his soon-to-be mate he couldn't help being jealous. The truth is he’s been super jealous of Nang. Tamìfa and Nang have been friends before she even met Neteyam, But his anxiety gets the best of him. He tightly grips his bow and walks over to his Ikran to go fly to the hot spring. He knew you'd be there because he overheard Tuk asking Kiri this morning.

~~~

We got to the hot spring and immediately jumped in. now soaked I find a stop next to Nang. “I really wish Neteyam was here. We barely get to spend time with each other these days” I say saddened by his presence not being around. “Don't worry hell come around” Nang comforts me putting his arm around my shoulder to bring me into a hug. I wish it was Neteyam giving me a hug. We pull away from each other and he swims away probably to go talk to Lo’ak. My ears twitch back hearing a branch break. I look back to see Neteyam, my Neteyam. 

“Neteyam what are you doing here I thought you had training?”

“I got off early.”

“Do you want to hang out with us? I feel like we haven’t hung out in weeks. Come in the water it's nice and warm it will relax your muscles. I have a gift for you. I say excitingly pulling his necklace out. Im soon interrupted by his words.

“Why are you always hanging out with Nang these days ma Tamìfa? Every time you're around he follows like he's lost,” he questions me. We've never really had a problem like this before. He seems to be really upset with me. That is the last thing I want right now.

“Nang? He’s one of my longest friends ma Neteyam.”

“Friends don't hug as much as he does.”

“You're being unreasonable ma Neteyam. He keeps me company when you're away. These past few months you've barely paid any attention to me.” 

“You know what I'm just gonna leave. Nang can have you. Since he has so much time for you.” I didn't want him to go. What did he mean Nang could have me? Nang already has a mate. They mated a few months ago.

“Ma Neteyam please don’t go. I want you.” I cry tears now burning my skin falling down my face. What did I do wrong? I thought I was doing everything right. I made sure he ate, healed his wounds, and gave him nothing but support. Now he's leaving me. I watch him walk away ignoring my last words. My heart is broken into a million pieces. What will I do now?

~~~

It's been two weeks yet I have not left my muri. My heart is giving out I can feel it in my stomach. My skin is dull and my body is thinner. I haven't eaten a proper meal in days. How can I eat when the love of my life has left me? Kiri, Lo’ak, and Nang all try to visit me but I do not answer. I wish for Eywa to call upon my return. I lay in my hammock just as I have for a week but this time it's different Kiri burst into my room yelling for me.

“Tamìfa awaken now. I will not let you rot away over my ridiculously stupid brother. Come summer is in full bloom it's perfect to swim in the river. Everybody is there partying. “Everybody?” I question. “Yes he's there but, that doesn't matter.” 

“Kiri I can’t let him see me like this I look a mess.”

“How about I do your hair in nice braids and you put a cute outfit on? Will that make you feel better. ?” kiri said about to say more but was interrupted by a male Na’vi walking into my muri. I only saw his shadow at first. I hoped it was Neteyam, but I’m soon let down. It's just Nang checking up on me. ‘I saw your curtain was open. Are you feeling any better?” he coos in a worried tone.” “Everybody is down at the river. You should come, get some sun on your skin. I'm meeting Ekong there. Ekong is his mate.

“See we all want you to go now sit down so I can do your hair. Namg go pick he out an outfit.’ kiri directs like a war leader.

~~~ 

I hop off my Ikran feeling so uncomfortable. My hair is in a style that not many Ometicya women were here it's more of a Metkyina style hair with a braid on top and loose flowing hair in the back. Not to mention Nang picked out an outfit I'd never worn before due to the fact it was quite small. I feel like they all want Neteyam to regret what he did. I walk passed the brush leading the way to the lake I hear Na’vi and music being played. Nang leaves us to go swimming with his mate. Now it's just me and Kiri. I look over to my left but she's gone. She’s probably bonging with the creatures of the forest. Feeling awkward I find myself sitting on a rock at the edge of the lake dipping my feet into the water. I feel multiple eyes on my back trying to not think about it I look forward. Clear a day I see neteyam surrounded by young Na’vi women. Our eyes meet but a look down at my feet quickly not wanting to look at him a second more.

~~~

Neteyams heart could burst out of his chest seeing you. You looked like a goddess. He's spent his entire training break all alone. He wishes he could say sorry and take it all back but he didn't have the guts. His whole family is disappointed in him. Today these Na’vi girls just wouldn't leave his side. If Neteyam went swimming they did or if he went to look for pebbles so did they. He couldn't keep them away

“Oh look who showed up.” an unknown Na’vi girl said.

“She looks so sexy and I don't think were the only ones who noticed.” one of them giggles pointing at the Na’vi men sitting a distance behind her. Neteyam couldn't help but feel rage. He knew it was wrong because he was the one who hurt you. He watched the men walk toward you and sit next to you his eyes filled with rage. The girls quickly noticed 

“Don't worry about her Neteyam you guys were just a fling.” one other girl said.

“Plus she has Nang.”

“Not all the time. Nang mated to Ekong months ago when the men were off.” 

right there and then Neteyam felt like such a fool. You told him he had nothing to worry about anything between you and Nang, but he was filled with so much envy it clouded his mind. He knew he needed to do something about these boys. He stood up harshly knocking one of the girls off her feet.

~~~

It was as if my stomach was hollow. The men walked up to me and started bomb barding me with questions. I couldn't keep up with all of them.

“So you a Neteyam are really over huh?”

“Come swim with us, sweetheart.”

“We can treat you better than he ever did.” little did they know Neteyam could hear everything. You looked right passed the men into his golden eyes. They noticed and turned around terrified. “Oh hey Neteyam didn't see you there.” one of them said scratching the back of their neck trying to keep calm. “Back off. Now.” was all Neteyam said. Why was he mad? He was the one who broke up with me. Though this really made my heart throb. I feel guilty for still loving him. He's probably been such a player after our breakup. My heart splits just thinking about him even talking to other girls.    

“Why should I? You're the one who broke up with her. You obviously don't know a good woman when they're sitting right in front of you.” that threw Neteyam off the edge before I knew it Neteyam punch the guy right in his jaw. “Ma Neteyam! What are you doing? You can't just go punching people for speaking truth.” I scream but am quickly cut off by him grabbing my wrist. He pulls me deep into the first unseen but nobody but Ewya herself.  

“Ma Neteyam let go of me. Im not yours anymore.” I cry

“I know I'm sorry but please listen for just a moment Ma Tamìfa,” he said grabbing my shoulders “I'm so sorry I'm such a fool. I should have listened to you. I should have never left you all alone. I'm a fool I didn't treat you how you deserved and now I'm paying for my sins. I hate seeing other guys think they can have you. I hate the thought of being with anybody else besides you Ma Tamìfa. I know I'm such an ass for treating you so coldly during my training. I should have seen the beautiful woman right in front of me.” he said all in one breath. I don't know what to say. This is everything I could ever want. My heart fills with joy. What do I do? He looks into my eyes dropping to his knees. He tightly grasped my legs crying. Seeing him like this broke me. I need to lift this pain holding him down on his knees.

“Ma Neteyam please get up.”

“Not until you say it! Say you'll take me back. Please I’ll do anything.” he sobs. He's getting too overwhelmed. He thinks the worst is about to happen. I sit down on the floor touching our heads. “I want you to Ma Neteyam.” those words almost didn't register in his mind. He looked up at me in disbelief. “Ma Neteyam I need you my life has no beginning without you,” 

In that very moment, we grab each other's faces and our lips connect as one. I feel butterflies in my stomach as if it were our first kiss.

“Ma Neteyam I have i gift for you.”

“ my sweet I do not deserve such things,” he said wiping my tears                                                                                                                      

“ it was meant for the day we went to the hot springs.”

“The day we broke up…”

“Yes, but that doesn't matter anymore here my love.” I pulled the hand-beaded necklace out of my bag. I softly placed it into his hands. “My sweet did you make all of this? It's beautiful.” he rushes to put it on. When it's on his skin glows as the sun reflects off the iridescent beads. My heart is jumping out of my chest seeing him finally wear it. 

~~~

We dove into the river as one. He grabbed my waist pulling me into a kiss once again. I thanked Eywa for bringing this man back into my life once again. “Everybody is watching Ma Neteyam.” “let them. Let every Na’vi in this clan that you're mine. For as long as the stars come out in the night sky I will never let you go my sweet.” his eyes soften looking into my eyes. “Become my mate officially Ma Tamìfa. Let's have the ceremony after my dream hunt.” I could not speak. I've waited for those words all my life. I waited for him to ask again as soon as we made up. “Yes of course Ma Neteyam.” I joyfully scream wrapping my arms around his muscular neck. We bring our heads together.

“Oel ngati kameie Ma Tamìfa”

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[b1rdbra1ned]

Oh no I hate Fan too. Fan was not a good character in season 2 and he didn't actually face any consequences for his actions. Paintbrush was like the closest we got to Fan being criticised and people considered PB to be the one overreacting. Paintbrush is done so dirty because the fandom put their own belief about the bright lights being family even though Paintbrush never actually got along with them. They talked to tt like once, bickered with lb until the last ep they were in and then there's. Fan..

Also I think I hate fantube a little more after the theyrebasicallycanon polls put enstars against ii. Glad rinniki won they deserve the win against fantube imo.

Sorry I was tired of being critical of ii so I don't like it anymore 😔

But hiiii we haven't talked much in a while ik :(( I'm on holiday rn but feel free to talk to me if you want!

ALLLL OF THIS

Paintbrush was in every way in the right to yell at fan, he constantly bothered and nagged at them and the stuff about marshmallow was definitely the final straw

i only ever liked the whole bright lights family thing because honestly it could’ve worked imo!!! but they just never took that chance they never really developed the brights lights AT ALL most season (beside from marshmallow) the bright light felt more like the comical team (not really but can’t think of a better way to describe them) compared to the grand slams who definitely got way more focus and development

it’s shitty because i think the brights lights could’ve had potential but they were just casted aside until the last few episodes where “oh hey look development!! :] oh wait nvm they’re eliminated now <3” like ????

paintbrush definitely got the short end of the stick here. literally having what was supposed to be their episode mainly centred around tt and lb and having their feelings about marsh being completely casted aside. i wish more was done w/ marshmallow and them vs them and lb

looking back a lot of their scenes w lb just felt kinda off??? i don’t think can articulate this probably rn but paintbrush deserved better

but at the same time i wish the team got more time w/ each other in general, they have so many great opportunities to do it like in the maze episodes but again they’re kinda just cast aside as just comedy

and w/ s3 oh boy i hate what they did with paintbrush and their “arc” in the last few episodes. they quite literally and figuratively took away their edges, i miss sassy, sarcastic confident paintbrush they feel so dulled down in iii and it’s like no one in the writing team understands them at all. it’s like they didn’t even write s2 (but hey back to the point i mentions last post that show writers really ought to stop listening to fans sometimes because this is how fanon seeps in </3)

i hate how the a lot of the fans view paintbrush especially if it’s only ever in the context of lightbrush or shipping (another thing that pisses me off btw is how they’re always treated as irrational and or just plain out abusive FUCK PEOPLE WHO PORTRAY PAINTBRUSH LIKE THIS)

they’re such a great character who gets absolutely fucked over by the writing and fandom (not all of the fandom of course, i love seeing ppls takes and discussions on them but it’s just some fans who just </3)

i don’t like discouraging ships, if ppl are mature and respectful and don’t put other ppl down then that’s all great and stuff but my problem is that i really wish paintbrush was just seen as more than their ships yknow

Fan is.. the more i think about canon him the more im like yeaaa… uh no thanks…. (mainly w/ him and paintbrush and cabby)

idk if im even allowed to say they changed tt this season because.. she didn’t honestly have a lot of screentime last season compared to a whole lot of other characters, but in iii she feels off?? honestly all of them do even the new contestants later on during the season

idk if i have the words to describe why s3’s characterisation is so off and at time frustrating, their arcs too, was going to point out some characters but honestly i could make a case for nearly ALL the contestants the ones who weren’t voted out early at least

that’s the end of my ramble tho, sorry ik i talked a lot about paintbrush, i want to talk about the others too but they’re the one i still even think about. hopefully this isn’t a bit hard to read, ik im not that organised w my rambles sometimes

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

hii Emma! can I ask a headcanon for Speirs, Nixon, and Toye where they had a fight with reader, they yelled at her, and she cried and then they apologized to her? I wanna see how they wear their guilt. thank you!!

Ooohhhh this is a fabulous request thank you dear anon!

Ronald Speirs

He can see the tears welling up in your eyes but dammit he's angry and he's vibrating with the adrenaline and you were acting like a brat for chrissakes.

He storms out of the kitchen and slams the door to the living room with a distinct thud.

Its only once he's sat down and taken a few deep breaths that he's calm enough to register the sniffling sounds coming from the kitchen.

He can tell you're trying to muffle your sobs but it isn't working and his anger begins to crack pretty quick.

He creaks open the door of the kitchen and sighs when he sees your tear stained face looking back at him.

"I'm sorry baby," he says softly as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, "I shouldn't have shouted like that."

Lewis Nixon

Of course you're nagging him again about his drinking even though he'd only drank a few glasses and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that!

So he snaps at you to leave him alone and you snap back and then he explodes and screams bloody murder at you and you can't help the tears welling up in your eyes.

He scoffs at your dramatics and stomps out the front door.

When he comes home hours later he's surprised to see the light still on in the living room. His heart cracks when he peers in and sees your splotchy face and bloodshot eyes gazing back at him.

"Aw hell baby what are you doing sitting here crying over an idiot like me," he sighs, sitting beside you and pulling you in to a tight hug, "I'm sorry for all that earlier, and I promise I'll try to be better."

Joe Toye

The minute Joe sees the tears welling in your eyes his gut sinks and he feels awful.

He runs a hand over his face before coming over to you and pulling you into his chest.

"You know I didn't mean it sweetheart," he murmurs, rubbing your back soothingly, "I'm sorry for yelling, I just got a little too worked up."

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[sonorousabyss]

Hello, i hope youre doing alright!! May I ask for a Star wars romantic Match up? Thank you in advance if you do<3

I'm masc Non-Binary They/Them & Gay/Queer (male attraction). My Star sign is Leo and I'm INTJ-T if that's of any use.

I have short layered Blood Red hair, but I seem to dye it every month! My fav colors to switch are Red and Baby Blue!! My eyes are rlly dark Brown, almost Black. Im more on the short side (5"0ft/152.4cm) & what people call a baby face.

Minus all that I'm not "mean" but people always assume on first glance that I would fight them(never understood that as im quite shy upon first meet, i prefer to stay with myself), I do have a lot of fighting experience but that's only for when someone swings first. I have some hard anger issues but never take them out on people, at least I try not to, I do enjoy a good argument tho,, i also tyoically yell or curse in german when im mad my friends think its the funniest thing ever. But once you get past most of that I've been discribed as much of a protective father/brother figure by a lot of my friends, I always try to be there for the people im close with, I have the Humor of a little teenager boy dispute the fact it's hard for me to laugh with Alexithymia. (Ex; I giggle at the word balls :")) with Alexithymia I typically have a monotone expression and voice as it's hard for me to express or tell what emotion im feeling.

I LOVE listening to people talk about the simplest things they find interesting, even if it sounds dumb I prefer to listen to those around me speak. I don't like talking due to my Alexithymia and stutter, but I could talk about Space and Science for hours!

My main Hobby is writing, but I enjoy doodling my friends or landscapes!

My style in clothing is much more bright and "loud", I enjoy the kidcore theme of clothing and dress in vibarant colours! My favorite colors are pastels!!

I enjoy background Sound when it's more quiet, vibrants and pastels, reading, and science/math!

I dislike extremely loud sounds, yelling, and crowds!

I've been told my Love Language is quality time and Gift Giving, im afraid of physical touch but also extremely touch starved, I'd like a hug but the idea also scares me lol 😵‍💫..

I apologize if this was too much or a lot to read, take your time Sonor if you decide to do it!! Have a good day<3

AN: Don't worry about it Anon, it wasn't too much! Had a few potential matches but I figured it'd be safer than sorry to take my time with yours. Hope you don't mind getting someone from the humanoid-adjacent partner pool!

Plo Koon is one of the most down-to-earth living beings you'll ever truly meet and just an overall sweetheart.

Despite the disposition that you appear to portray- that being of someone on the more vocally or physically violent side- Plo could sense your good nature resting underneath. He never once doubted that you were a decent person.

That said, he found it quite curious that you tended to keep to yourself, given the aura you almost seem to give off with the force. I don't imagine that it would take too long for him to put two-and-two together that you were just shy, but the reason for that level of withdrawn attitude would be a question that nags at the edge of his mind.

Unlike other Jedi who would either keep their distance from you entirely or jump right into conversation (or at least try to), he was definitely on the more tactful side when it came to initiating conversations. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and conversely, didn't want to risk you being lonely either. He sought a healthy balance.

Amusingly enough, the monotonous way in which you speak isn't something that would bother him all too much in the long scheme of things, nor with the lack of expression. Plo is keen when it comes to communication, so if he isn't sure about something there's no doubt that he'd ask for clarification.

Furthermore, when it comes to speech patterns, you're both in a similar boat considering that his speech is slightly unique as well. He thinks about what he says, and there's this draw of emphasis he seems to put on certain syllables and words. It's not so much that he's sluggish as he is slow and deliberate. Fairly refreshing, actually.

As for conversational topics, I imagine that you both would have many things to discuss- common interests or otherwise. He doesn't mind carrying the conversation if it makes you most comfortable, but you'd find that no matter how much you stutter he'd be right at your side, gaze fixated on you and only you as you speak.

He thoroughly enjoys your rants on space, science, and the like that you both share in your free time, finding them both interesting and insightful. Quite a few things you've mentioned have drifted in and out of his mind when he's out on missions, and a fact or two has come in very handy.

Though he's less argumentative than quite a few of his peers, debates between you two are also something that he looks forward to. They can be quite amusing, although not much can quite chalk up to the feeling seeing you curse under your breath in german gives him.

More than likely, he's walked in on you while you were with his men doing so, and at least once you were shouting. The boys in white might not have known exactly what you were saying, but he certainly caught on quick.

Let's just say he got a good chuckle during those excursions.

When you start changing up your look, you'll find he almost immediately notices- especially in regards to your hair. He compliments it frequently. Your style of dress, though quite unlike his own, also interests him. He's done a bit of research in an attempt to locate where the style originated from, to varying levels of success. I don't imagine you'll ever catch him partaking, but he makes sure you know he appreciates the looks you do.

As far as amusement goes, he probably trusts the force to gauge just how pleased you are by certain situations to better get a grasp on your humor. He finds the level of 'immurity', as some would call it, in your tastes amusing... in that it's just another character trait of yours that makes you unique. He also may or may not have tipped off his men so you could have a good time hanging with them, not that he openly stated so. He'd probably tease you a tad if you questioned whether or not he was the culprit.

He finds your 'big brotherly' and 'fatherly' attitude towards those around you quite endearing, especially to those younger than yourself. He's been fairly well known to have a good reputation with the younglings (or at least Ahsoka) and has a similar relationship with her that you have with others, so it's something he understands quite well.

Of the potential suitors in the Jedi Order, he's fairly logical, which means that you are going to have a lot more leeway when it comes to what missions you do and do not go on. While others like Skywalker or Kenobi would have openly objected to you going on more dangerous missions had you been their partner, Plo lets logic take the lead and knows that you're capable of defending yourself.

That said, don't think he'll just let you partake in whatever mission you want whenever, regardless of the danger. You will be debriefed on the situation for your safety if you are going, and when the rare circumstance arises that he 100% does not want to see you on the gunship with him and his men, he isn't really going to be someone you can negotiate with. Not that you can't try- it's just that he'll have an armada of rock-solid arguments that'll be extremely difficult to counter.

He's the type that would rather you avoid violent situations if at all possible but feels much more comfortable knowing that you have legitimate fighting experience under your metaphorical, pastel belt on the off-chance it becomes unavoidable. The safer you are, the more he can focus on his work without worry.

I imagine exchanging feelings was a rather interesting situation for him given his position in the order, but when he did share them with you it was heartfelt and in the comfort of a quiet room, or hallway. Perhaps located by a balcony or window with a view.

Personally, I picture quality time as one of his love languages, which works quite well for both of you. As for physical touch though? He'd recognize and respect your fear and reserve such contact for moments he was certain you were fine with it. It probably wasn't common during the start of your relationship but became more frequent as you got comfortable over time.

On the notion of fears, Plo is the type to help you with them if at all possible, even if it takes a long time to do so. The long haul doesn't bother him much- not with how long he's lived.

One of Plo's favorite ways to spend quality time with you together is when you're drawing. He finds the process quite enjoyable, and never hesitates to compliment you on your technique. Your skill never ceases to amaze him.

He almost certainly has a drawing you've made of him and/or the boys in his quarters. Likely framed, and either sitting on a desk or mounted on a wall. He makes sure to value any gifts he's given.

Overall it's a very trusting, wholesome relationship and one that doesn't often yield issues. You simply set his heart aflutter.

AN: There are few words to describe this relationship other than "Wholesome." It's not one that drudges up particularly chaotic scenarios in mind, but the sheer stability that comes with a relationship with this man is rather comforting. For those who got this far, I hope you enjoyed! May the force be with you, and may your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep!

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[mymomisdrunkagain]

April 17, 2024

April 17, 2024 - she always picks times when Auntie is gone to pull the "Bathroom Emergency" bit. I used the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower (necessity can be a bitch, too!). Keep in mind, since there is only one bathroom in our house, over the 15+ years I've lived here, 100% of the time with at least 1 other person, I've learned to take pretty quick showers-- usually around 10-15 mins, never more than 30, sometimes 5).

At 6:30pm, mother was asleep in Auntie's bedroom, as usual, passed out from drinking all day. If I'm planning to take a shower, I'll usually announce it to whomever before I go into the bathroom. Since she was asleep and I wasn't planning to take a shower, I didn't even think about saying anything to her.

Sure enough, like clockwork, bang bang bang on the door. (oh yeah. I've taken to locking the door when im in there, now, too, b/c I appreciate privacy and I don't want her barging in. It seems like the bathroom is the last room in this house where I can feel safe; the last refuge away from her constant nagging and berating and demanding and selfishness.) -- I pretended I couldn't hear her at first, but then she started pounding on the door, talking about how its an emergency and how she has a prolapsed bladder and how shes so sorry but I have to open the door, etc etc. when she realized the door was locked, she flipped.

Started yelling about how shes peeing her pants, and how could I do this to her, and its an emergency…. Well, I tried to explain to her that I hadn't been planning on taking a shower and my situation was an emergency, too, and all of a sudden, she can't hear me!

Please note, she only does this when Auntie is not home.

She is trying to make it uncomfortable for me to live here so I move out on my own. The problem is, I know this game, so there's no way I'm leaving. No matter how annoying she gets. Of the two of us, she's the one who gets money from the government every month. She's the one who has some upper tier section 8 voucher, which, in San Diego, allows you to convert any rental into a section 8 rental, meaning the government pays the rent. So, between the two of us, she's the one that would have much more success in finding her own place.

BUT SHE CAN'T BE BOTHERERD. She can't be bothered to even LOOK for her own place, let alone go out and take a look at what the rentals look like. I found 10 places available, in Mission Hills, that are section 8 rentals, in about 10 minutes of searching online. She can't even be bothered to look at the list.

[evil-gay-person-inactive]

i see i see. same tbh.

i am still debating on whether i should just. grab the not my "friend" and bestie were passing with each other which was about me (i saw "she's on tumblr" and i also saw my name on it so i know this for sure) and call them out for talking behind my back but like. i dont really like confrontation but i also really dont fucking want them to get away with this because i feel betrayed rn. and pissed.

BECAUSE. the girl who started passing the note (lets call her... D for simplicity) is ALWAYS nagging me for being on tumblr during class, solely because she's little miss perfect and she takes notes and studies, but i dont pay attention in some classes because i know the material and i pass with good grades whether i pay attention or not, and she's a teacher's pet. like. she's literally a bootlicker i swear. she literally looks at the teachers with puppy dog eyes like they are god sometimes and it's just like. URGHHH. if you haven't noticed i do not like this girl. (i havent since i started at this school in grade four lmao) but like. she has said some things that just piss me off. actually SHE just pisses me off. she talks shit about one of my closest friends and expects me to AGREE with her, like NO ??? im not gonna agree that my therapist-friend is annoying ??? oh once i was on tumblr after i had finished my part of a group project we were in together but she didnt know, but instead of JUST ASKING IF I HAD FINISHED, she almost fucking YELLED "georgia stop scrolling on tumblr and finish your work" and i was there like. bitch. i sent it to you check your fucking emails before freaking out at me for being bored AFTER FINISHING MY WORK. LIKE. most of the time its is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. so PISS OFF >:(. i just. urgh she's just. she's like a speck on the wall that i cannot bring myself to get rid of. but like. I HAVE THE FUCKING RAG RN. tHiS Is THe lAst StRAw. im so done with her.

sorry for the rant lmao wyd ??

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[ririthereader]

DO YOU DO THINGS WITH YOUR HANDS???

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, TAKE CARE OF THEM

I literally cannot stress this enough. I don’t care what you’re doing with your hands: typing, drawing, knitting, writing, sewing, gardening, sculpting, pottery, mail delivery, lab-work, IT DOESN’T MATTER--all these small movements, precision movements, heighten the chances that you’ll get carpal tunnel syndrome.

What is Carpal Tunnel Syndrome?

You’ve likely heard of it before. Your favorite artist(s) probably complain that they can’t draw for extended periods of time now.

“Carpal tunnel syndrome is a condition that causes numbness, tingling and other symptoms in the hand and arm. Carpal tunnel syndrome is caused by a compressed nerve in the carpal tunnel, a narrow passageway on the palm side of your wrist.” (Via the Mayo Clinic)

The nerves in your hands and wrists have a casing, like the rubber or plastic around cords and wires that are all over your house/apartment/dwelling. When you do too much repetitive movements, these casings get tighter and constrict the nerves. This leads to tingling, numbing, constantly cold fingers, etc. 

BUT THAT’S NOT THE HALF OF IT.

GUYS. I’M SO WORRIED FOR ANYONE WHO USES THEIR HANDS. MY MOM WAKES UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT CRYING BECAUSE HER PAIN IS SO BAD. Her hands numb up, circulation up to her neck gets cut off, and her whole arm goes numb. Her muscles tense up too. I have to hold her glass of water sometimes because she’ll drop it. She’s only 46 and she already can’t button her shirts. Sometimes she can’t grip the steering wheel and someone has to drive in her place. The tips of her fingers have been numb since the start of the summer--it’s been 3 months. She can pick hot food up with them and not get burned because her nerve ends are dying. (The doctors in America say this is irreversible, but my aunt in Jordan who is also a surgeon says that the tips of her fingers were also numb but after she did a surgery to open the nerve casings, the nerves came back to life--only possible if you do an operation immediately.)

You guys, this is a serious condition but there are remedies. 

As mentioned, surgeries are available. They open up your wrist and open the casings to free the nerves, giving them more mobility--freeing them from constriction. You can’t use your hands for 3 or so months, but after that you’re free to do whatever.

massages and stretches. All these do the work to loosen muscles and nerves to stretch them out, to help them be more pliable. YOU HAVE TO DO THESE. They help a ton, I promise. My mom recently started going to physical therapy, but because she has moderate-to-severe carpal tunnel in both hands, all she can do is manage the pain.

braces. You can pick these up at a local drugstore for ~$15 (US) or get them from your doctor. These braces have a piece of metal in them arranged at an angle designed to stretch out the nerves. It relaxes the muscles and nerves. Please get a pair if you think you’ll have carpal tunnel for a while 

lotions, salves, and essential oils. These can help relax muscles and nerves to alleviate pain and make it easier to stretch or sleep

not a remedy but: invest in thicker writing utensils. Like the kind kindergartners use. Fat pencils and crayons and pens make gripping easier and lessen the tension on how tight you have to hold the pen. I have a friend who writes a single check and has to take a break because her hand goes numb. Get thicker pens.

(link for more info)

IF YOU CATCH CARPAL TUNNEL EARLY ENOUGH, YOU CAN REVERSE OR REMEDY THE EFFECTS FOR A LONG TIME. 

I’m not diagnosed and I’m not a doctor but I know what it feels like. I know what it looks like to have someone deal with untreated carpal tunnel. 

Please please please please take care of your hands. There are so many people I want to tag, so many creators, but I can’t reach them all. Please share this and please care for your hands. Because of the rising rate of technology and touch-screens, the rate of those who experience carpal tunnel is going up and they get diagnosed much younger. (2011 stats) (Breakdown of risk factors)

I KNOW THIS IS LONG. I’M SORRY.

TL;DR: CARPAL TUNNEL SUCKS. IT’S SERIOUS. IF YOU USE YOUR HANDS, TAKE CARE OF THEM

[busylilbee]

I can't believe it's already June

But also

I can't believe it's only June

You feel?