#endee

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the perpetual AuDHD tug of war between the imperatives of constant stimulation and prolonged calm

[spidersophie]

i’m crying

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Just had the most stressful job interview ever. I feel like I need to go into hiding for 10 days at least

[wazohoo]

yall im tired of this summer shit. give me the apple cinnamon candles. give me the halloween movies. give me a hot spiced drink. give me fall decor, specifically that brand of southern home decor with the turkeys and fall leaves. or give me death, i am OVER IT

[crossnamara]

if this just turns into hurt/comfort im gonna be pissed

[muttsona]

phone calls laced with memories of what will never be

[hyper-pixels]

Nocturn: The files on Mitchell- Sidestep, who is named Mitchell:

[featherglum]

*shows you my ocs for the 1985 droids cartoon**shows you my ocs for the 1985 droids cartoon**shows you my ocs for the 1985 droids cartoon**shows you my ocs for the 1985 droids cartoon**shows you my ocs for the 1985 droids cartoon**shows you-

So yeah. We have a Jawa who couldn't keep selling droids because she started getting overly attached to them... And the droid she built before she realised that, mostly to help her carry more scrap faster and talk to customers because Melba is uh. Not really good at social interactions.

Also in case anyone's curious: Endee's memory was wiped so often in such a short period of time because she was one of Melba's more ambitious projects. So Melba was like "I need to get a good grade in first impressions, something that is both possible and normal to want" and would do a memory wipe anytime she stuttered, told a joke that didn't land, etc.

[transingthoseformers]

Forced Redemption Arc au: I wonder if any canon character would be suitable to be the kid who dies, or if they should be an OC.

(If an OC, i'm for some reason seeing an army tan Ravage redeco)

— 🌟 anon

Mmmn sounds like you've got an idea right there for an oc, and that's the best idea we got

[gu6chan]

I FORGOT TODAY WAS THE 11TH NOOOOOOOOOO

Please take this little group photo i scribbled down in two seconds 😭 I dunno if I can do a better doodle by the end of the day, but better something than nothing!!! I hope it's enjoyable lol

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

need to start swearing less so that when i do its more impactful

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Click.

"The marble index of a mind forever. Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone. Wordsworth."

"What?"

"Jupiter's magnetosphere is the largest thing in the solar system. If the human eye could see it, it would appear two and a half times wider in the sky than the sun does."

"I knew that," she said, irrationally annoyed.

"Quotation is. Easy. Speech is. Not."

"Don't speak, then."

"Trying. To communicate!"

She shrugged. "So go ahead—communicate."

Silence. Then, "What does. This. Sound like?"

"What does what sound like?"

"Io is a sulfur-rich, iron-cored moon in a circular orbit around Jupiter. What does this. Sound like? Tidal forces from Jupiter and Ganymede pull and squeeze Io sufficiently to melt Tartarus, its sub-surface sulfur ocean. Tartarus vents its excess energy with sulfur and sulfur dioxide volcanoes. What does. This sound like? Io's metallic core generates a magnetic field which punches a hole in Jupiter's magnetosphere, and also creates a high-energy ion flux tube connecting its own poles with the north and south poles of Jupiter. What. Does this sound like? Io sweeps up and absorbs all the electrons in the million-volt range. Its volcanoes pump out sulfur dioxide; its magnetic field breaks down a percentage of that into sulfur and oxygen ions; and these ions are pumped into the hole punched in the magnetosphere, creating a rotating field commonly called the Io torus. What does this sound like? Torus. Flux tube. Magnetosphere. Volcanoes. Sulfur ions. Molten ocean. Tidal heating. Circular orbit. What does this sound like?"

Against her will, Martha had found herself first listening, then intrigued, and finally involved. It was like a riddle or a word puzzle. There was a right answer to the question. Burton or Hols would have gotten it immediately. Martha had to think it through.

There was a faint hum of the radio's carrier beam. A patient, waiting noise.

At last, she cautiously said, "It sounds like a machine."

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Machine. Yes. Am machine. Am machine. Am machine. Yes. Yes. Machine. Yes."

"Wait. You're saying that Io is a machine? That you're a machine? That you're Io?"

"Sulfur is triboelectric. Sledge picks up charges. Burton's brain is intact. Language is data. Radio is medium. Am machine."

"I don't believe you."

— Michael Swanwick's "The Very Pulse of the Machine" [X]

[number-one-hog-hater]

What happened to tumblr mobile??? I go outside and touch grass (read sand) ONE TIME and it's CHANGED?!??!

[nothingsure127]

🍃Unplanned Journey🍃

Pairing: Park Sunghoon. as father, fluff🍬 _________________________________

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chap: 02🎐

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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating his messy apartment.

The sun crept through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. & the sound of his alarm clock ringged, He groaned and reached over to turn it off,

waking Sunghoon from a restless night. He slowly opened his eye,

As he sat up, wincing from the pain in his back.

He looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was already 7:30 o'clock in the morning. He had slept for 6 hours straight, a rare luxury in his life lately ,the longest and most restful sleep he had gotten in days.

He sat up probably protesting the movment on the couch his body stiff and sore from sleeping in an uncomfortable position all night.

still holding his son in his arms.

He looked down in his arms the baby sleeping peacefully.

The baby was sleeping soundly in his arms, drool dribbling down his chin.

A warm fatherly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth even in spite of his discomfort, feeling a sense of love and pride swell in his chest.

Sunghoon looked around the apartment and groaned. It was a mess, and he knew he needed to clean it up. But first, he needed to take care of the baby.

He carefully extricated himself from the baby's grip and set him down in his bassinet.

The baby stirred but didn't wake up. Sunghoon stumbled to the kitchen, his mind foggy from lack of sleep.

He made himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, sipping the hot liquid.

As he stood there, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him. His anger at the baby's crying, his guilt and regret for his outburst, and his determination to make things work. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

he winced as he remembered yelling at the baby. He had been so frustrated and exhausted, but that was no excuse.

He should have never taken his anger out on the innocent baby.

He still felt guilty for yelling, but he also felt frustrated and overwhelmed.

Taking care of a child on his own was harder than he had ever imagined.

As he sipped his coffee again, he looked around the apartment, taking in the mess Laundry was piled up in the corner,

take-out containers were scattered on the coffee table, the floors were all messed up, and the sink was filled with dirty dishes,

in this past 1 week after the baby's birth he did no house choreos, he get no time for himself either,

rushing to hospital to store, his saving was endeed already, He thought about his job, wondering if he should call in sick again. He already had taken so much time off to take care of the baby

In this past 1 week from his work,He needed to clean the apartment,

grocery shopping, and figure out how to balance his job with taking care of his child.

He had no idea when the last he had a proper meal was, He felt overwhelmed just thinking about it all He knew it was going to be a long and exhausting day.

He sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "One thing at a time," he muttered to himself. He needed to take better care of himself, not just the baby, if he wanted to make it through this.

He took another sip of coffee and let out a deep sigh. "Okay," and set his coffee mug down on the counter.

"I'll start with the most important things and work my way down the list."

He also realized that he had run out of formula, and he needed to buy more. He also needed diapers and baby food. He made a mental list of all the things he had to do,

He found a notepad and started making a list of things to do. First, he needed to figure out how to feed himself and the baby. He opened the fridge, but it was empty except for some old takeout containers and a few condiment packets.

He picked up the baby's & his dirty clothes from the floor and headed to the bathroom He loaded the machine with the clothes and some detergent, then started the wash cycle.

As he waited for the load to finish, he began to clean up around the apartment.

He picked up trash and put it in the bin, swept the floors, and He wiped down the counters and scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors. The whole apartment soon looked much tidier than it had before.

After an half hour later when he was hanging the washed clothes on balcony to get dry, he folded it carefully and put it away in the baby's drawers.

He then realized that he hadn't eaten anything for breakfast yet. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him of the fact

Sunghoon looked around the apartment, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

He had accomplished a lot more than he thought he would, and the apartment was starting to look like a real home.

He looked in the fridge but found it mostly empty.

All he had was some leftover pizza from a few days ago. He grabbed a slice and began to eat it cold, thought that he would need to go grocery shopping soon.

Sunghoon finished his slice of pizza and headed to the bathroom for a shower. The hot water felt refreshing on his skin, and he closed his eyes, letting the water wash over him, he started to relax, he didn't hear any cries coming from the baby. He assumed the baby was still asleep,

and he let himself relax under the hot water, enjoying the rare moment of peace and quiet.

After a few minutes, he finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed, but still tired from lack of sleep.

He stood infornt the mirror in bedroom, d was drying his hair with towel when his mind drift to something.

He was lost in thought, his mind wandering to all the tasks that still needed to be done.

He didn't realize that the baby hadn't cried at all, and he didn't hear the soft sucking noise coming from the baby's crib.

However, the baby had been awake for quite some time already. He was lying in his crib, suckling his thumb, He was probably thirsty & hungry, He just watched the sunlight streaming in through the window birds flying.

The baby's stomach growled softly, hungry for some food. His diaper was now quite full wet, but he still didn't let out a sound.

He just lay there quietly, As the minutes passed, the baby started to get more and more restless. His face twisted in discomfort, and he squirmed in his crib, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Finally, the baby let out a small whimper, his hunger and discomfort becoming too much to bear. He sucked harder on his thumb, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

He was done drying his hair with a towel after his shower. He was whistling a tune, feeling refreshed and slightly more energic than he had in days. As he looked himself at mirror all refreshed cool.

He stopped whistling, as he heard a small sound coming from the crib - the soft, whimpering sound of a baby in distress., and his heart sank as he remembered that he hadn't checked on his son since he woke up.

"fuck hoon!" he cursed himself & dropped the towel and rushed toward the crib in living room he saw the baby in his crib, tears streaming down his face, suckling on his thumb desperately.

"Oh, oh no," he said, He picked up the baby, feeling the wet and sticky diaper. "I'm so sorry, little one. I forgot,"

The baby whimpered and snuggled closer to Sunghoon, seeking comfort.

"Shh, shh," Sunghoon said gently, cradling the baby in his arms. "I've got you. Let's get you cleaned up and fed, okay?"

Sunghoon carried the baby to the bathroom and began to prepare a bath for him. He filled the bath tub with warm water and added some baby wash, making sure the water wasn't too hot or cold.

"It's okay," he murmured to the baby as he lowered him into the water. "We're going to get you all cleaned up, and then we'll feed you. Sunghoon sat on tool baby in his arms

Sunghoon gently washed him, being extra careful with his sensitive skin. He poured water over the baby's body, washing away the dried spit-ups and caked-on drool.

The baby looked up at him with large, trusting eyes as Sunghoon gently washed his body, being careful around his sensitive areas. The baby seemed to relax slightly, enjoying the warm water and the soothing sound of his father's voice.

Sunghoon kept talking to the baby as he worked, trying to keep him calm and comfortable.

"You're a good boy," he whispered.

"You didn't cry out, even though you were hungry. Are you still upset with papa? For yelling last night? Is that why you didnt cry? Hm?"

"Papa is sorry little one pls don't do that again.. you're such a strong boy you know?"

The baby seemed to understand the tone of his father's voice, and he cooed softly, reaching out to touch Sunghoon's face. Sunghoon smiled at him, feeling a wave of tenderness wash over him.

As he washed the baby, Sunghoon couldn't help but feel guilty for forgetting about him.

He had been so focused on himself and his own relaxation that he hadn't heard the baby's soft, quiet cries. He vowed to be more attentive in the future and to make sure his son's needs were prioritized above his own

He finished washing the baby and lifted him out of the tub, wrapping him in a soft, warm fluffy baby towel.

The baby cuddled closer to him, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

Sunghoon smiled down at the baby, feeling a wave of affection wash over him. He knew he had made a mistake, forgetting to check on his son earlier.

But now he felt grateful that the baby hadn't cried and had remained patient.

"That's better," Sunghoon said, gently drying the baby's body with the towel. As he sat down on couch.

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Sunghoon was staning acroos the balcony holding the baby in his arms.

He held the baby close to his chest, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he watched the baby drink from the bottle.

He spoke softly to the baby, whispering comforting words. "There you go, little one," he said. "You're getting nice and full now. You must have been so hungry papa is sorry.."

The baby suckled eagerly at the rubber nipple of the bottle, his tiny hands grasping the fabric of Sunghoon's shirt.

He looked up at his father with wide, curious eyes, seeming to listen intently to the soothing words he was whispering.

Sunghoon smiled down at the baby, his heart swelling with affection.

Sunghoon was watching the baby closely, his heart swelling with love and tenderness.

"That's my boy," he murmured, "Drink up. You must have been so hungry, waiting for me to feed you. I'm sorry I took so long."

The baby continued to drink, his eyes never leaving his father's face.

Sunghoon couldn't help but chuckle at the serious expression on the baby's tiny face. It was as if he was trying to concentrate completely on the task at hand, making sure he didn't miss a single drop of milk.

Sunghoon continued to talk softly to him, telling him how much he loved him and how proud he was to be his father.

"You're such a good boy, So patient and strong."

The room was quiet except for the sound of the baby's suckling and Sunghoon's gentle voice.

It was a moment of pure peace and connection between father and son, a moment that Sunghoon wished could last forever.

As the baby finished drinking, he let out a soft burping sound. Sunghoon laughed quietly and gently patted the baby's back, helping him to let out the gas.

"Better?" he asked, cradling the baby against his chest again "Good job," he said, patting the baby's back softly.

"You drank that whole bottle like a champ. You're a growing boy, aren't you?"

He lifted the baby up to his shoulder and patted his back gently, waiting for another burp.

The baby snuggled closer to him, his tiny body warm and soft against Sunghoon's chest.

as he checked the time on his phone it was 9 am, his shift is in 10 he sighed heavily.

He rocked the baby gently in his arms, start speaking softly to him again.

"You're my whole world, you know that? Everyone left me.. i have no one instead of you little one."

talking about everyone tears filled corner of his eye he sobs trying to held back his tears.

"I love you so much," he whispered, running a gentle hand over the baby's soft, velvety hair.

"More than anything in the world. And I promise I'll do better from now on. I won't neglect you like I did earlier. You're my top priority from now, okay?"

"You're such a good boy," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of the baby's head. "I'm so sorry I didn't feed you as soon as you woke up. I promise I'll be better from now on. You come first, always."

The baby cuddled closer to him, seemingly satisfied and content after his meal. He held him close, feeling overcome with love and a fierce protectiveness.

The baby babbled softly, seemed to understand the words, as if he was listening intenly to every syllable. He continued look up at his father,

his small tiny hands reaching up to touch Sunghoon's cheek, as if he could understand the words being spoken to him.

Sunghoon felt a lump form in his throat at the gesture, touched by his son's innocent sweetness..

he suddenly heard door bell ring, "who could it be at this time?" he thought to himself, he didn't gave anyone his this address nor even any friend's or family.. he stepped forward to open toward door the baby was still in his arm..

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____________TO BE CONTINUED..

(I didn't recheck so unsee my mistakes in grammar spelling I hope you guys enjoyed the first one chap look forward for more. Do note & reblog🍃 & let me know your opinion pls :' ()

[someprettyname]

I have a strong feeling that season 2 is gonna end on "Auf die knie" just like s1 endeed on shidou"s introduction.

I'm gonna pass out arghhhh. I'll get to see kaiser animated. I'll get to see kaiser animated. I'll get to see kaiser animated. I'll GET TO SEE MICHAEL - FUCKING - KAISER ANIMATED Y'ALL.

[babyxbluexmoon]

☁︎ tsu'tey's daughter ☁︎

Neteyam x Daughter Tsu'tey! Reader!

Warnings: Light angst. Depressed reader. Abusive/toxic mother. Not proof read.

synopsis : After Tsu'Tey's death, you were raised alone by your mother, Rhi'all. Best female hunter of the clan. However, best the daughter of quite a high ranking, meant expectations that you weren't seemingly born for, and that was what actually drew Neteyam to you. Your passion for healing, armoured off by the preassure of being a warrior.

Today was like any other day.

You had an argument with your mother to start off your 'lovely' day. Next off, you flew on your Ikran, scoping out sky people, marking where theywere on a piece of -what the lab people call- paper. She let out a breath, and after her morning chore, she headed back to the omaticaya clan base hidden in the moutains to keep away from the demons. Her and her purple and blue Ikran pulled up and she kissed his snout before making her way over to the Sully family, more pacificly, Toruk Makto, Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan.

"Y/n." He said, smiling as the girl walked over. She was slim and blue, with adnormally short black hair. But some reason your hair mever grew passed your shoulders, so you just tried to own it. And for your eyes, that matched Tsu'Tey's to a T. That's probably why Neytiri amd Jake Sully were so protective of you. "Hello mr and mrs. Sully." She greeted, her voice actually quite motherly. "I have the wereabouts." She said, handing them the paper which Jake took and scanned his eyes over. "Well done, Little one." Neytiri petted your hair, and Y/n left.

She went back to her Ikran, pnly to hear a squeal of fear. She grabbed her weapons and bolted towards it, into the trees where she saw the Sully's youngest, Tuktiery with an angry Thanator approching her. Y/n jumped infront of her and hissed at the beast, which roared back at her. Y/n got herself ready, gripping the blade in her four fingered palm, standing infront of Tuk who stared at her bewildered and frightened.

The thanator went for her and she roared and went back, using her skills. As she fought it off, protecting Tuktiery, Neteyam and Lo'ak arrivied, staring at the scene with wide orbs. "That's Y/n! Her father was the great Tsu'Tey!" Lo'ak whispered to Neteyam, "Who fought beside dad!". "I know.." Neteyam replied, seeing her, her arm sliced and soon she was slammed to the floor, and Neteyam lifted his bow'n arrows, shooting at the beast that roared out in pain, then growled at him.

As the Thanator was distracted with Lo'ak and Neteyam, Y/n lunged forward and stabbed her blade straight into its nap, regretting it instantly, but it was that or possibly four deaths, inculding a child under the age of ten. She couldn't let that happen. "Your time on pandora was served well brother, now you may walk alongside Eywa." she endee his life quickly, speaking her words in Na'vi before dashing over to Tuk, checking her.

"Are you alright? How's your body? Any scratches or bites? Anything?" Y/n asked and Neteyam smiled softly. There was his Y/n. They grew up aschild hood best friends, being only two months apart in age, Neteyam being older. He loved the real Y/n. Sensetive, gentle, fragile. Not this.. warrior machine her mother forced her to play. God, they used to be so close until her mother drove them apart. Speaking of her mother...

"Y/n!". An angered filled voice yelled and Y/n whipped her head around, neeting the eyes of her mother, Rhi'all. She gulped before speaking. "Mother, what os the matter?" She asked and the female omaticaya snarled. "Is this where you have been, slacking off, and infront of the Olo'eyktan children of all." Could herm other not see the blood staining her body, or the dead thanator behid her? "N-no mother.. I fought the thanator to save Tukt-". "I do not want to hear your nonsense! Home, now."

Y/n gave the siblings a dry wave, but before her hand could completely fall, it was grasped in the palm of Neteyam, who glared at her mother with inflamed golden orbs. "She saved my younger sister from a thanator, show her some respect." He spoke sternly, and the shock of everyones faces was definetly readable. "Excuse me, boy?" She asked, but it was then that Jake arrived. "I saw everything." He said, and went over to Y/n. "Thank you..".

He then turned to Rhi'all, "She fought the Thanator bravely. Rhis girl needs rest." He spoke and her mother only replied with taking her daughters hand and ripping her from Neteyam, dragging her away. She glanced back at her old friend and gave a gently wave with her free hand, which made him wave back, then look down, feeling defeated once again by that wicked na'vi. "We should set mommy on her." Tuk huffed and Jake chuckled, picking her up. "Or your grandmother.".

Y/n stood in the training area, panting as her mother kept throwing diffrent challenges at her, each harder than the last, by god she was exhausted. Her body, her small, gentle hands, her kind expression.. she wasn't meant to be this sort of na'vi. She wpuld make the perfect healer, but ever since the death of her great father, she was cursed to live up to him, a curse set by her mother.

"Mother, I can not do anymore.. please, let us sit..?" She asked, leaning down to place her hands on her knees, exhausted. Little did she knew, a pair of eyes were watching, golden and sharp. "No, you Train!" She yelled but Y/n had, had enough. "No! My body is on fire, mother! I just need ten minutes to regain myself!" She barked and suddenly felt a stinging pain on her cheek. Rhi'all had slapped her.

"You are disapointment to your father!" She screeched and Y/n felt like her heart had been pierced. "You nothing like hi-". "And I never will be! I'm me, mother! I will never be anything more! So just... grow up and deal with it! Your like a baby!" Y/n yelled back and her mother hissed at her, but just before Y/n could hiss back, a deeper hiss arrupted. She turned and saw Neteyam, and his family behind him. "Never, lay a hand, on her.." he snarled and Y/n stared slightly wide eyed.

It was then Neytiri approched and went right up to her, staring her down with an evil look. "She does not dissapoint Tsu'tey.. you do." She said,theb turned to Y/n and placed a hand on her head. "Come, we are going to redo some beads as they are dirtying. Join." She offered and Y/n gulped, was she really about to walk away from her mother. Seems that choice was taken when Tuk grabbed her hand, "lets put beads in your hair!" She giggled and began to drag her, making her squeak in surprise.

Neteyam smiled softly and followed after, but got stopped by his father who looked down at him. "You should tell her today, son. Only then, can we protect her." He said and Neteyam nodded, "yes sir." When they arrived bacl at the Sully's hut, she allowed Tuk to sit her down and do her short hair. Kiri helped the youngest aswell, smirking at Neteyam as her hair was beaded nicely, with a bit of help from Neytiri.

Neteyam couldn't help but stare. He'd never seen Y/n look.. girlish and pretty. He swallowed, then stood up and cleared his throat. "I wish to take Y/n somewhere." No more needed to be said, everyone nodded and he held his hand out to the girl who was confused, but nodded and walked away with him. "Where we going, Neteyam?" She asked and he chuckled, "you'll see. Come on!" He took her away from the moutain hide out and climbed down to the forest below. "Are we allowed here?" She asked and he nodded, "With me, you are.".

They came to the forest, and she remembered how her fathers life was taken here by the sky people, and how Jake Sully ended his pain by finishing him. "Why are we here, Neteyam..?" She asked, and he slipped his hand into hers. "You'll see.." he pulled her along, going over a large log where the trees never parted, making it ahole lot darker even in the evening. She followed, holding his hand, her heart fluttering from the contact. She knew her feelings for him since childhood hadn't faded, she had just pushed them down as the years went on.

"Over here!" He said and took her to.. "The tree of Voices?" She asked, staring amamzing as their blye skin slightly illumated pink. Spinning frogs with almpst mushroom like heads went around them and Neteyam couldn't help but remember his mother describing it. Now he knew why she loved this memory. "Wow.. this is amazing Neteyam. But why are we here?" She asked, holding her arms out as they walked, letting the pink vines hit her scarred skin and wave over her.

"My father told me a story.." he started. "He said that, if you were to..confess your love for someone here.. Eywa would guide you down the right path.." he swallowed and Y/n's eyes widened slightly, and he turned away slightly, making her tilt her head. "If you do not accept my feelings.. I understand. We aren't as close as we used to be.." he said gently, but then heard Y/n giggle and turned back to her.

"Neteyam.." she said gently, then sighed and grabbed his hand, making him fully turn to face him. "I see you.." she said and his ears twitched. If his face didn't give away his reactipn,his tail certainly did, swaying quickly as if he would take off in flight. "I-I see you.. Y/n..". With that, she slowly moved her hand, cupping his cheek lovingly and he leant into her touch, then slowly placed his hands on her waist and pulled her body closer to his.

"Oh and um.. your father, would never be disapointed in you.. Y/n.." he said, flustered and she giggled. "Kiss me, Neteyam." He placed his lips on hers and she felt fireworks go off in her heart, and butterflies in her stomach. A sicky feeling bit she knew that was a good thing. As they kissed, Neteyam reached back and took his braid in his hand, bringing it over his shoulder and she did the same. They pulled away slightly, inches away and slowly, staring into eachothers eyes, they connected.

A small sigh excaped their lips, and Neteyam hugged her closely. "I promise to protect you from now on.." he whispered. He knew they weren't fully mated yet, but he knew neither of them were ready to.. do that- but this was enough. "My love..". He said gently and she sighed, melting into him. "I know you will... ma'neteyam..".