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manysmallhands · 2 years ago

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My Albums of 2022: The top 10

Was 2022 a great year for music? I don't know tbh, though I think that I can confidently state that it was at least quite good. But certainly, I heard some records that I liked this year and since I've gotten back into the habit of writing now, I thought that I might make the effort to say something about my favourites. Also, my girlfriend likes to read these reviews so i wrote them in the hope of making her happy.

My tastes have broadened notably over recent years so i feel a bit out of my depth with some of this stuff. But tbh i'm such a fanboy that i tend to absorb facts about everything I that listen to, so i'm hoping not to come over as too poorly informed about any of these acts. Anyway, if I start to fall back on too many adjectives at some point for want of something to say, you should know that I did at least make an effort to write something that was vaguely interesting.

So, the main list goes in chronological order...

March:

Charli XCX - Crash

Watching Charli take pot shots at her label at the start of the year while indicating that this contract fulfilling album was a form of going thru the motions, I can’t say that I had high hopes for Crash. But if the build up was less than edifying, the record itself has ended up sounding a lot more worthwhile. Putting aside some of the more neurotic elements that characterised 2020’s How I’m Feeling Now, she instead falls back on a cartoonishly brash alter-ego, one that’s too busy berating her boyfriend for getting mushy or cheerfully remarking on how goddamn hot she is these days to have time for any deeper self-analysis.

Musically, there’s a lot of fun to be had in the summery 80s bombast of New Shapes and Lightning, where clattering electronic drums meet massive synth chords to create a charmingly trashy retro sound. Elsewhere, there are shuffling, club-friendly beats which project a more up-to-date vibe, most notably on Used To Know Me and the Rina Sawayama collaboration Beg For You. But while Crash always basically sounds like a Charli album, it’s clearly a move away from the past and feels a good distance from the glitchy hyperpop of old.

On sparkling closer “Twice”, our heroine reflects on the darker side of life but, in contrast to the self baiting Charli of recent times, decides that she's better off trying to live in the moment. One might say that Crash itself is an applied version of that idea, where weightier themes and experiments are put aside in favour of a more user friendly approach. I suspect that, record company pressure aside, this would have happened in the end anyway - most artists who’ve pushed at the boundaries eventually retrench a little. But I think the true measure of Crash is that, in its own way, it feels just as satisfying as its predecessors, as Charli sets her colossal talents to the task of making an album of fun, danceable tunes you can shout along to and aces it all with style to spare.

Ex-Vöid - Bigger Than Before

If you know anything about Ex-Vöid, it’s probably that they rose from the ashes of the excellent but terribly named indiepoppers Joanna Gruesome. That ought to give you some idea of the noise they make: Alanna McCardle and Owen Williams’ twin vocal style is basically a trademark in itself and they still do that bit where they pinch the first chord from You Made Me Realise before they start half of the songs. However, Bigger Than Before is not just a retread of past glories: while some elements here do have a certain familiarity, its 70s powerpop vibe brings them closer to someone like Big Star than the speed jangle of previous efforts, giving them a sound that has all the languid charm of classic American Rock while retaining the urgency and fun of their origins.

One key difference here is that Alanna takes on more songwriting duties and the album is better for it: there’s a strong sense of her angsty female perspective on tracks like “(Lying To You) Baby” which offers a sharp contrast to the slackerish feel of the music. The cover of Arthur Russell’s “I Couldn’t Say It To Your Face” is another highlight, as they add some energy to Russell's beautifully maudlin ballad whilst still retaining the song’s essential gloom. CD hold outs will get cracking early single “Only One” as a bonus but, despite the album’s brevity, its ten song run is flawless in itself and requires nothing to shore it up. Old Joanna Gruesome fans ought to be happy enough with the results (I am anyway), but Bigger Than Before feels like a record to win over new converts as much as one that preaches to the choir.

April: Jeanines - Don’t Wait for A Sign

Jeanines debut found them more often that not in something of a panic but on Don’t Wait For A Sign they manage to balance that out with a more cheerful disposition. Alicia appeals to ideas of trusting to fate and seizing the day just as often as sinking into gloom and the results lend a brighter and more optimistic sheen to their folksy indiepop sound.

The guitars strum and jangle as appealingly as before but as ever it’s Alicia’s voice which is the star, swooping around with an assuredness which belies the nerves so often on display. Singles “Any Day Now” and “Who’s In the Dark?” hit with a sugar rush immediacy but there’s plenty of strength in depth too, with tracks like the insistent “Gotta Go” and the wonderfully ambivalent “Turn On the TV” creeping up on you after repeated listens.

As ever with indiepop albums, its familiarity is a given, but the strength of lyrical insight and sheer melodic verve here marks Don’t Wait For A Sign out as a genuine keeper. On this showing, Jeanines remain one of the few current players in the genre who can make this deceptively simple art form so memorable and so satisfyingly rich with feeling.

Let’s Eat Grandma - Two Ribbons

In a year where there has been no shortage of intensity in pop music, Two Ribbons still stands out as something else. Jenny Hollingworth and Rosa Walton have, to put it mildly, had a time of it since their last LP, dealing with the death of Hollingworth’s boyfriend alongside struggling to patch up the increasing cracks in their friendship amongst a huge weight of personal upheaval. While all of this has clearly thrown them hard in various ways, the album that it’s inspired is their best by a long distance. Every song feels like a message transmitted from a place of radical and unsparing honesty, whether it’s directed towards lovers past and present or, more often, at themselves and each other, as they attempt to understand the new, difficult and at times terrifying situations that they’ve suddenly been forced to navigate.

And yet…overwhelming it may be but Two Ribbons never gets bogged down in grim reflection: it’s always a pop record first and manages to deal with its baggage in surprising ways. Like all the best stories it starts at the end, with single “Happy New Year” acting as an upbeat celebration of the endurance of their friendship as well as a pulsing synthpop banger. And for all its anger, “Watching You Go” is also a fierce cry of resistance, with a wealth of bewilderment and brittleness bound up in its jittery, powerful rhythm track and a breathtaking melody to carry it across. Hollingworth’s top lines in particular are head-spinningly beautiful throughout and help raise the album beyond the merely impressive to something that’s jaw droppingly great. While nothing is resolved as the title track closes, Two Ribbons is still a powerfully cathartic record, a treatise on love, death and friendship as well as the ability of music to express the things that words alone can’t always explain.

May Florence + The Machine - Dance Fever

Dance Fever marked a new high point in Florence’s ultra-confessional bombast, using the twin stresses of the pandemic and a mid-career crisis to fuel some of her most satisfying work in a decade. The title is somewhat misleading, with the concept for the album being less club culture, more nervous panic: the notion of Choreomania - where German peasant folk danced themselves to death back in the Middle Ages - provides a key image for the record, which Florence manages to map onto the tortured relationship she has with both her muse and her career.

The opening “King” is solemn and regal enough to befit such a title, but its gender swap accentuates the song’s toughness and that brutality comes back time and again, whether it’s in the frequent and unsparing references to personal conflict that pepper the lyrics or the occasional projections of Florence's inner turmoil out into violence against her own body. While single “My Love” is something of a banger, Floz generally skips between styles in her usual goth-pop modes, with the fresh and unexpected motorik of “Free” balancing neatly against the more epic, windswept feel of songs like “Girls Against God” and “The Bomb”. The rumbling rockers are less consistent but “Cassandra” in particular hits a richly theatrical vein, combining myth and drama with the wider arc of the album’s story to fine effect.

While many artists might have faded after 15 years in the spotlight, Florence seems to be using her longevity as something to power her onwards, tapping into her neuroses about stardom and the need to be seen to make a record that can only perpetuate it all for even longer. Given how tortured the whole business has clearly become, one might feel somewhat ambivalent about that result, but when it still drives her to spin it all into great art like this, I guess she must believe at heart that it’s worth the trouble.

Kendrick Lamar - Mr Morale and the Big Steppers

Writing about Mr Morale is, in one sense, something of a treat because there’s such a lot to say about it and such a lot that it says for itself. From another angle, it’s extremely daunting: as a record with so much density and substance, it’s easy to get lost in all the layers on display. It’s clearly intended to be a Big Statement by A Major Artist but its playfulness is vital too: whether in the humorously conspiratorial nature of the lyrics, with Kendrick being prepared to goof around and openly mock himself while talking about issues which are obviously very personal to him, or the musical breaks from hip hop convention, where he strays at times towards more jazz based textures or even elements that wouldn’t sound out of place in a musical drama.

Kendrick’s message is often contradictory but rarely incoherent, as the point of the album is basically that we have to work towards understanding our own truths, with unexamined judgements and behaviours fuelling the worst aspects of our lives. He's often tough on himself, whether he's raking over his infidelity, struggling with the violence that’s surrounded him from an early age or reckoning with what he feels to be his many emotional shortcomings. But he’s similarly scathing about everyone else too, lashing out hard at social media, the church and the superficiality of the modern world. Further to this, there are prominent appearances from the deeply unpleasant Kodak Black throughout, essentially emphasising the message of songs like Mother I Sober and Mr Morale, where Kendrick muses on the issues that keep black people in abusive cycles and chooses unconditional support for all, including forgiveness for the abusers. You may disagree with his ideas about this - and god knows I struggle with some of them - but it certainly provokes thought about a concept that's excruciatingly difficult to deal with. In the end, as he astutely points out on Crown, “you can’t please everybody”.

Ultimately, the important thing is that I liked the album a lot: often because of what it was saying, sometimes in spite of it and frequently when it was irrelevant because so many of the songs are absolute bangers. It is almost certainly the most adventurous record that I’ve listened to this year: Kendrick has often been someone who was prepared to break ground and go against the grain and the sheer weight of ambition on Mr Morale is hard to overstate. But the overwhelming feeling I take away from it is an enormous sense of respect for the man, both for his extraordinary talent and his willingness to put his emotional life on display in this manner. In the frequently ultra-masculine world of hip-hop, this is hardly a commonplace in any sense, but it’s hard to think of any other record at all which shows such an unvarnished, bold and often thrilling portrait of an artist who gives absolutely everything for his art.

August Danger Mouse and Black Thought - Cheat Codes

Cheat Codes finds Black Thought given a project to front that’s every bit the equal of his best work, as producer-to-the-stars Danger Mouse returned to hip-hop for the first time in an age to helm this absolute belter of an album. The Roots MC sounds fully in his element here, by turns witty, furious and, erm, thoughtful, as he dissects the modern experience of being black in America and spits some of his most musical and incisive bars in the process. Danger is, of course, entirely up to the task of backing him, armed with a plethora of scratchy old soul records and a trained ear for spotting the hook, as he makes Cheat Codes sound as inspired and enveloping as anything from the golden age of the genre.

The guests are, unsurprisingly, largely of a certain vintage (MF DOOM is even resurrected from beyond the grave on “Belize”) but all bring vital force to the LP, with Conway the Machine’s gritty sang-froid counterbalanced by the likes of Killer Mike’s punchy nervous energy. The title track is a particular standout, as Black Thought spins a beautiful and brutal web over Danger’s machine gun-style clatter, but there are few weak moments of any kind at all.

Bleakness does set in over the course of the album, as the neo-soul swagger of the first half gives way to an increasingly frosty outlook. But that’s all in keeping with its themes: there’s only so long that you can set a brave face to the harsh environment where these songs play out. If comparisons spring to mind, it’s perhaps something like Gil Scott-Heron and Brian Jackson’s Winter In America, another LP where its creators looked for solace under the weight of a country in shock. Such a lofty pedigree may sound tough to live up to but, in truth, Cheat Codes punches that weight pretty comfortably.

October Westside Gunn - 10

I’ve previously struggled to find a way into underground hip hop, but it’s only lately that I’ve stumbled across Westside Gunn and his Griselda label associates and I feel like I’ve been missing out on a lot. The vibe is, I guess, reminiscent of old east coast records, all gritty jazz and soul samples slowed down and hammered out of shape, with a shifting cast of hoods and crack dealers making moves over the top. But while I can’t deny that familiarity, there’s a genuine distinctiveness to the Griselda sound too, with its strange, sometimes beatless loops forming an hypnotic sludge which it’s easy to become immersed in. I can’t claim to be hugely versed in it all as yet, but 10 was an instant favourite when I first picked up on it last month and is as good a record as I’ve heard all year.

There are cameos galore from a stellar cast here (Wu-Tang, Black Star and Run The Jewels aren’t even the half of it) as well as a surprise nod to 60s psych singer Margo Guryan on “Science Class”. But it’s the more obscure turns which often stand out, especially the hilarious run from Gunn’s daughter Westside Pootie on “Nigo Louis” and the apocalyptic holler of DJ Drama’s narration over “Red Death”, the grisly epic that closes out the album. Best of all is “Shootouts in Soho”, a hazy and surprisingly poignant take on addiction, where Stove God waves away the crack smoke for long enough to soberly reflect “When the feds come, they don’t love you no more” over the eerie synth backgrounds.

While AA Rashid’s opening reflections on Gunn’s place in the enlightenment are clearly a bit of a goof, my guess is that he has a solid and serious point underneath: that Gunn - and Griselda’s area of hip-hop in general - should be taken seriously for the high level pop art that it is. But even putting that aside, his arch reflections on “where is the enlightenment in contradistinction to the renaissance?” make for the most entertaining opening to any hip-hop record I’ve heard all year, and from then on, right thru to Drama yelling out “And like that…we gone!” at the end, the whole album is full of similarly winning lines that help to puncture its murky atmosphere, a febrile counterpoint that stops it from sinking into the swamp of its foundations.

10 was the first Griselda record to come to my attention and it's the one that got me hooked. It’s creepy, fucked up and incredible: I can’t get enough of it.

November Weyes Blood - And In the Darkness, Hearts Aglow

I read an interview recently in which Weyes Blood was framed as the voice of Generation Y, an impassioned, world weary commentator on the emotional casualties of our digital age. If I’m honest, it all feels a bit ridiculous - who on earth wants to be the voice of a generation anyway - and in reality it’s surely not that simple: apart from anything else, is it really possible now in these increasingly fragmented times? But on Hearts Aglow, it does feel like she’s stepping into that idea of herself even more so than on previous albums and, remarkably, it’s a fit that only adds to the weight and power of her music.

Certainly, Natalie has a flair for taking her own circumstances and broadening them out to address wider issues: the opening “It’s Not Just Me, It’s Everybody” uses her personal angst to fuel a grand statement about alienation, while “The Worst Is Done” rakes over the wreckage of the pandemic in unflinching emotional detail. All this is accentuated by the sweeping Laurel Canyon melodrama of the music and Merring’s rich and soothing vocals, which seem to have gained an increasingly mature depth since 2019’s Titanic Rising. It feels similar to the shift that Joni Mitchell’s voice made during the mid-1970s and fits perfectly with the new scope of her songcraft.

But perhaps what makes Heart’s Aglow such a remarkable record is how she manages to bring all this home at an individual level: she might be talking about all of our predicaments but when she turns that gaze towards herself, the surge of identification has an even greater poignancy to it. Whether it’s to do with her role in the wider questions she’s trying to address or simply “searching for a man who actually understands me” on the glorious title track, not only does Natalie seem to feel everyone else’s pain but, more to the point, we feel hers as well. Is she the voice of a generation? No, reader, she is not. But if Generation Y were really on the lookout for one, they could do a lot worse.

December Permanent Vacation - Shelf Life

Though released just three weeks ago, I’d wager that Shelf Life will have a somewhat longer, erm, shelf life than most of the records that came out this year. Permanent Vacation are an Anglo-American duo by way of Mexico City and their sound is one of haze and dust, late nights and broken mornings.

Juliette sings like English is her second language, with a husky, slightly hesitant delivery that feels like it's being broadcast from another universe. The music is minimal, a gentle acoustic guitar and some ghostly synths, with occasional piano notes that cut through with an unearthly clarity. Sentences drift by that don’t necessarily make much sense (“Do you know what it’s like to buy a paper?”, “I never told you you're a flower”), apparently meaning little but which begin to haunt after repeated listens. The mood is of low key drama, often brooding and fretful and which seems to mask a good deal left unsaid. “The King In Yellow” is named after an old horror story about a book that was said to drive its readers insane and, while I can’t truly say the same of the song (I still apparently retain my mental faculties), the unsettling vibe of Juliette’s strained voice and the staccato descent of the piano makes me understand something of what they're getting at.

More than anything, Shelf Life feels eerily evocative: amongst the things that came to mind while listening to it were the feeling of walking into a room which everyone had left ten minutes ago and seeing the echoes of their actions in object form, and waking up in a stranger’s house mid-afternoon, immediately wondering where you are and how yr going to get home. In a list where some of these albums will piss out the number of streams in a morning that this will get throughout the entirety of next year, this record goes to show that talent and recognition do not necessarily go hand in hand. In truth, Shelf Life is easily the equal of any of them.

And that's it. Or not, because this is just the top 10. There are in fact two more posts to come detailing the second tier of best albums of 2022, though I didn't write so much about them as they aren't quite as good. But I'll get on with posting them soon and will link to the next one here as soon as it exists. If anyone gets this far, thank you for reading.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 8 months ago

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feeling generous

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dubcon!!, blackmail!!, blowjob, cum eating???, voyeurism, public sex, car crash but like its in a parking lot lol, pogue!/broke!reader

“shit, shit, shit.” you groan, quickly putting the car into drive and moving a few feet, cringing when you hear the crunch of metal coming undone. you throw the car into park and hop out to see your worst fears actualized.

“are you fucking blind?” the shout makes you jump. you didn't even realize that the owner of the car was sat in the driver's seat.

“im-im so so sorry.” you shake your head quickly, surveying the damage. you caught their back bumper with your own, the red paint from their car flaking onto your silver one. “i-i didn't see how close-”

“no shit you didn't see! jesus fucking christ, do you know how expensive this car is?” he shouts, standing to his full height and slamming the car door closed. you don't know how much the car is, but judging by the look of it and the man driving it, certainly not cheap. “this is a custom paint job too.”

he places his hands on his hips, eyes shifting between glaring at the ruined back end of his car and you.

“insurance and id. now.” he huffs out. “before i call the cops.”

your eyes widen. you have the minimum required insurance, and even that payment is killing you, there's no way you'll be able to afford it if you get an increase for a crash.

“can i pay you out of pocket?” you offer, clearing your throat, trying to keep a level head.

“no way you're able to afford it.” his eyes turn towards your car. it's old, a junker, but gets you around fine enough. and best part, it was free, a hand me down after your grandma bought a newer car.

“i-i probably cant, but i can't afford the insurance increase either and i- we can work something out. please.” you don't care how pathetic it is, you'll get down on your knees in the parking lot if you have to. you're not beyond begging and pleading.

he looks you up and down before grunting, heading back towards his car. your feet spring into action, grabbing onto his wrist, not wanting him to reach for his phone.

“no, please, sir-”

“rafe.” he says, hand twisting so now he's the one holding your wrist. “my name is rafe.”

“oh.” you blink up at him before responding. “my name is y/n”

“you shouldn't have told me.” rafe holds his hand up. “in case i change my mind. you're lucky im feeling generous today.”

“oh my god, thank you so much!” you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“don't thank me yet, darling.” his gaze turns dark as he looks down at you, only now realizing how tall he is, how he towers over you.

“what do you mean?” you question.

rafe takes your hand gripped tightly in his fist, turning it and bringing it down to place it on his crotch. your eyes widen when he moves your fingers back and forth over his shorts, stroking along your length.

“i- what are you doing?” you try to pull your hand away, but he's holding on too tightly.

“it's either this or we can get insurance involved.” rafe looks at you, the shiny lip gloss smeared over your mouth. you may be a broke pogue, but your mouth should be good enough to please him, to ease some of the tension from getting his car hit.

“im not a prostitute.” you say, certainly not meaning this when offering to work something out.

“yet you're gonna get on your knees and suck me off. or i call the cops.”

“right here?” you look around the parking lot. it's pretty empty, but it's the middle of the day, the sun shining down on you, making the illicit act obvious to anyone who looks between where your two cars are parked.

“yeah.” he shrugs, pressing your hand harder into his crotch. he's obviously hard, seemingly almost painfully so.

you look back to the damage, the cherry red color that you're sure isn't stock, and then sink down to your knees. rafe smirks down at you as he drops his hand away from your wrist, light purple bruises already forming.

you gulp and resolve yourself to what you're about to do, tugging at his zipper before undoing the button on his shorts. you open up the flaps, eyes widening when you take in his length through his underwear.

rafe chuckles before pushing the elastic down to pull his cock out, exposing it to the warm summer air.

“suck.” he simply commands.

you open your mouth, taking an experimental lick at his tip, surprised that the taste isn't completely repulsive. you lick again before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

“come on.” he spurs you on. “do it good or ill cum in your mouth and still make you pay.”

the threat has you moving quickly, sinking down onto his cock, closing your eyes so you don't have to see rafe looking down at you. he may be attractive, but you're still getting forced to do this.

“ahh, that's good.” he groans as you set a quick pace, bobbing your head up and down. you pray no one pulls into this part of the parking lot or looks your way. you'd be absolutely mortified to be seen on your knees for a man in the middle of the day, not even going into his car to suck him off.

rafes hands grip your hair, pulling them into two makeshift pigtails.

he lets you stay in control for a while longer before he gets sick of you sucking him off however you please. he shoves his hips forward, causing you to gag when his cock buries deep in your throat.

rafe doesn't give you time to recover, thrusting while holding your head still by the hair, tears now streaming down your eyes as he pushes in then out, in then out.

“fuck, you're actually good.” rafe chuckles. just his luck the dumb bitch who hit his car gives good head, your throat tightening as you swallow around him with every thrust.

you feel the combination of drool and tears drip down your chin, hoping rafe cums soon so this can end.

you place your hands on his thighs as your knees dig into the pavement. your jeans are going to be completely ruined by the time rafe is done with you, but at least you'll have money to buy a new pair.

you feel rafes cock swell in your mouth, your eyes widening to look up at him, the sun behind his head, illuminating him in a perfect halo, but he's no angel.

rafe pulls his cock out before he can cum. you stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what to expect as rafe strokes himself quickly, moaning as if he doesn't care about being seen as his cock shoots out ropes of white cum onto your face and awaiting tongue.

he taps the tip against your tongue, smearing it through the mess of white. “kiss it.”

it's humiliating, but not any more than what just happened. you pucker your lips and press a kiss to the tip of his cock, seeing that it's already beginning to soften.

rafe tucks his cock back in as you pant on the ground, hands coming to your thighs as you try to gain composure.

“hey.” rafes voice has you looking back up, your eyes widening when you see he's got his phone now, taking a picture of your disheveled state, face still covered in his cum.

“what was that for?” you shout.

“part of your repayment in case you ever try to go back on our agreement.” you understand what rafe means. in case you try to tell anyone he forced you into it.

rafe smiles when the look of acceptance sinks into your features as you resign to your fate. he bends down, looking you in the eye before his tongue presses against your jaw, dragging up your cheek, tracing the trail of your tears, not caring that he also tastes his own cum on his tongue.

“see you around.” he smirks, swallowing your tears dramatically as he gets into his car, speeding away before you even get your knees off the ground.

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hsunrry · 2 months ago

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ring // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: based on this request.

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words: ~1k

warnings: none! just fluff.

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“honey, i’m home!” he called. after long day he finally came back. he was in the studio for the past few hours.

“i’m in the living room!” you called back, and he could already sense that something was off from the sound of your voice. he quickly undressed from shoes and coat, approaching you on the couch and sitting beside you. he kissed the top of your head.

“hey baby, i missed you.” he cupped your face, so you would look at him. he saw your puffy, red eyes and he immediately got worried. “did you cried? what’s wrong?” he caressed your cheek. you only pouted slightly and he narrowed his brows. “hey, talk to me. what happened?”

“i don’t know where my ring is.” you said quietly, biting inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from crying. he pulled you close so you were practically laying on his chest.

“your grandmas?” you nodded at his question. “oh, my love. don’t cry, we’ll find it, i promise.” he kissed your forehead. “i know how much this ring means to you, we’ll find it.”

“thank you baby.” you whispered. he grabbed you by your hips, settling you on his lap and caressing your hair.

“of course.” he smiled slightly. “maybe you just putted it somewhere, hm?”

“i don’t remember, i looked everywhere. you know i’m so used to having it on my finger, i don’t even felt when it happened.” you mumbled, nuzzling more against his chest.

“i know you did. i know that you’re worried, but it’s not lost forever, we’ll find it, i promise.” he tilted your chin up slightly, so you’d look at him. “okay?” you nodded, feeling his lips on yours in soft kiss. you smiled softly when you pulled out. “you know i love you. i’ll do everything to find it.”

“i love you too, you’re the best baby.” you smiled at him. he gently runs his fingers along your cheek, pecking your lips one more time.

“how about we take bath together to relax a little and then we’ll search for it?” he hummed, squeezing you soothingly. you loved the idea. he lifted you up, peppering your face with small kisses on the way. few seconds later you both were standing in the bathroom. he run the bath, adding some of your favourite scents and bubbles. after you both undressed, he sat in the bathtub, waiting for you to hop in front of him. when you did, you leaned your back on his chest, sighing quietly. “comfortable?” he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer. you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. “that’s good.” he nuzzled his face to your neck, kissing it few times.

“what if we don’t find it? you know it’s the only thing i have after her.” you mumbled quietly. “i’m so mad at myself.” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

“we’re going to find it, i promise. we’ll turn this whole apartment upside down if necessary.” he caressed your cheek gently. “don’t blame yourself, babe. accidents happen, okay?” you nodded. he left lingering kiss on your forehead. he went with his hands to your thighs, massaging your skin.

“i should’ve reduced the size long ago, i knew it was a little loose.” he sigh at your words.

“hey, stop.” he shook his head, kissing your shoulder. “it’s not your fault. i want you to relax now, you’re beating yourself yourself up about it for the whole day.”

“i’m sorry baby, i’m trying.” you bite inside of your cheek. he turned you around, sitting you astride his lap.

“don’t be sorry love, i know you are.” he holds your hips, pulling you closer. “just don’t think about it for few minutes. just focus on me, my voice, my touch.” he caressed your waist. he looked at your body and soft smile spread across his lips. his hands still running along your sides, feeling wet, smooth skin. “you’re so beautiful, darling.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning to kiss him. he moves his hands to your lower back, pressing you against his chest. when you pulled out from the kiss, he pecked your nose, causing your smile. “i love you so much, my sunshine.”

“i love you too.” you watched him grabbing bar soap from the edge of the bathtub and wetting it in the water. when he started rubbing it on your body, you felt something scratching your skin. “ouch, what the hell?” he frowned in concern.

“what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” he paused his movements. you took the soap from him. your eyes widened, when you saw your grandmas ring stuck to the soap. he was about to ask what the problem was, but he saw it too and relief washed over his face. “oh my-“ he chuckled softly. “well, i guess we found it.”

“oh my god.” you let out relieved laugh, shaking your head. you pulled out the ring from soap, washing it in the water and putting it back on your finger, where it belongs. you smiled, pecking his lips few times. “thank you.”

“you don’t have to thank me, love. it was team work.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“well, it was your idea to take a bath.” you smiled softly.

“oh, so that’s the reason i got such a nice ‘thank you’?” he raised his eyebrows playfully, tracing invisible patterns on the skin on your back. your lips found his in sweet, loving kiss.

“you’ll get even better ‘thank you’ when we get to our bedroom.” you grinned against his lips. he smirked, squeezing your ass. he kissed the way to your ear and he whispered.

“keep talking like that and we won’t make it to the bedroom, darling…”

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kryptonitejelly · 4 months ago

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this has been in draft form for very long, now spurred on post-twisters (damn you glen powell) and the need to write my comfort characters to feel happy.

Inspired by this picture because hot damn (i also blame this on you @lostinthefandoms11) - jake seresin x you / set in the flyboy!universe but you can read this as a standalone

“Where are you going dressed like a city boy?” the question from Grandma Doris makes Jake pause in his step, the set of keys he was swinging around his index finger jangling as he takes a few steps back, popping his head around the archway that leads into the large sitting room.

“To fetch my wife,” Jake says with a wide grin in his face, not bothering in the slightest to hide his glee.

“Must you take that beast you call a truck?” She continues with her questioning, gaze flickering with disdain to the keys that Jake is swill swinging around his index finger.

“Yes M’am,” Jake says his grin managing somehow to grow even wider, amusement trickling down his features at his Grandmother’s obvious distaste for his obnoxiously huge truck, modified excessively and to his fancy.

“Go,” she dismisses him with a sigh, before turning back to the book in her lap, knowing that her grandson was impossible to reason with.

“Love you,” Jake calls out before disappearing around the archway.

You’re sitting in the back of Jake’s truck, perched on Jake’s lap with your knees straddling either side of him, a gentle breeze darting around both of you in the early evening sun, a soft throw spread out on the surface of the back of the truck. His hands are around your waist, anchoring you down, your hands resting, one on the side of his neck, the other hand loosely off the side of his face. You both have your eyes closed, lips, tongue and teeth moving against each other.

“You know,” Jake manages to say between kisses, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

You hum in response, not bothering to use words as you grind your hips not so subtly down into Jake’s lap. You are still dressed in your airport attire, tights with a loose t-shirt, and the thin layer affords you a delicious amount of friction.

“Fuck, baby,” your hips continue to grind down against Jake’s lap, and you feel his grip tighten against your waist.

“What do you mean you’ve always wanted to do this,” you find your voice against his lips, your fingers now moving to run themselves against the back of Jake’s head.

“I mean,” he says, pulling away, breaking the make out session you both had been engaged in like the pair of horny teenagers you both most certainly were too old to be, “I’ve considered what it would be like making out with you way too many times. Almost each time we’ve sat together in the back of a truck.”

Jake rests his forehead against yours, eyes flickering open to find yours. Both your chests are rising and falling, almost in a pant as you peer at him curiously through lids that are still heavy with lust.

“We’ve been in the back of a truck like this, parked out in a field loads of times.”

“Exactly,” you see Jake look at you, an amused smirk playing around his lips as he watches your thoughts and emotions flash across your face.

“Loads of times,” you echo again, and Jake surges up to kiss the side of your jaw.

“Exactly,” he repeats, his lips working their way to the space below your ear.

“This is Seresin owned land?” You ask your question as you tilt your neck, allowing Jake better access as his kisses now ghost downward the column of your neck. You knew the answer, given that Jake had hopped out of the truck to spin a combination of numbers into a heavy duty padlock which he unlocked before driving in.

“Yes,” you hear the question in his voice but he doesn’t stop his movements.

“Well,” you say, hands moving down to the button of his jeans, “shall we make a younger you very jealous?”

“God, I knew I loved you for a reason.”

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starsexplodeatnight · 9 months ago

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John PricexFamily

John was deploying again. John knew it, you knew it, your kids knew it. It was apart of life right now until John’s retirement process started.

You and John have 3 kids now, he’s not risking his ass just to come home in a box to the life he’s been dreaming of for so long. It took him this long to get one, to get a family. But, as it stands? He’s got a few more deployments.

You two have 2 boys, and a little girl. Oldest is 8, middle is 6, youngest just turned 2.

You’re shipping him off, holding your daughter on your hip. Your sons stand next to you, obedient as hell. They’re good boys, like their father- kind of.

Your oldest boy has admires John and has been stoic since he’s been given the news his dad is shippin’ off. Your middle boy thinks John’s job is cool, he’s excited for John to come back with souvenirs and stories! Your youngest, is oblivious. She just know’s the base as where she gets to see uncle Soap, Gaz and Simon.

Too soon John kisses you all goodbye. Your eldest’s forehead, the top of your middles’ head, your babygirl’s cheek, your lips. Then he turns and climbs in the truck that’ll transport him to the airfield tarmac.

You know? You think you’re getting better at this! You used to sniffle and cry every time, your sons aren’t either! Your daughter though?

As soon as he climbs into the truck and it starts up, baby girl starts crying. Eyes scrunched, face red, mouth open wailing!

Then, your middles' excitement morphs into a pout. The pout turns into tears and tears to wailing.

You oldest, poor baby. He tried so hard, he did. Stiff upper lip until tears began rolling down his face.

Craaaaap.

Yeah, you begin to bawl with them... Just standing there- surrounded by wailing kids. Captain John Price's wife.

The truck that had been pulling away with your husband then, stops?

Your John hops out, misty eyed and runny nosed. A rarity. He jogs over, huddling you all close and calming you all down. After a moment of consolation, John has to go.

You all watch with wet eyes as he leaves.

By the time he calls you for an update. He'll tell you this: You and your kids made everyone on that truck cry.

Soap was tearing up, ruddy nose and talking deep breaths. Gaz had a grimace on this face, watching the mirror. Ghost had been the one to stop the truck.

"Get out." Ghosts eyes are misty under his balaclava.

"What?-"

"Get out and comfort them!" Gaz snaps.

"Please-" Soap pleads.

So, John got out. Thats why the truck stopped.

So, this is based off of true events!

When my grandma visited up from michigan. She was getting on her bus to go home, I was just a wee snot.

My mom was doing good until I started crying. Then my sister started crying. Then my mom. The entire bus load of people began to cry and the driver made my grandma get off and hug us one more time.

#call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #tf141 x reader #john price x reader #john price

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yumenoyousei · 3 months ago

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I asked for a commission of my DC OC Shay from @jnephrite and look at my girl!! 😭 She so pretty I can't even😭😭😭 Always loved @jnephrite art so seeing Shay in hers is a blessing 🙏🏾

And since the fic is almost halfway through posting, I thought, might as well introduce Shay properly! EDIT: the fic, Awaking in Gotham, is now completed!

Full name: Shay Michelle Frank (♀) Occupation: Graphic Designer / YouTuber Height: 5'9" Birthday: September 16th ☀Virgo 🌙Aries ⬆Aquarius Proud African American/Haitian & Gothamite Hobbies: Poetry, Arts, Rap/R&B music, help the Gotham North Community Center, Discover new artists (both musically and visual arts)

Shay was born and raised in Gotham, close to the infamous Crime Alley, by her maternal grandmother, Marie-Monique "Manmi Mo" Antoine, and with her 3 years older brother Zachary "Zee" Frank. Her mother died of childbirth (she had had complications with Zee which was why she was hospitalized when pregnant with Shay) so her whole family distrusted the American health system. This is why when her grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, they didn't go to the hospital and only went to the illegal clinic. (Also; money.) Her father is unknown.

Ever since young, she went to the Gotham North Community Center, mostly run by the Black and Latinx communities of the Crime Alley neighbourhood. Her grandmother would teach the children about mostly Black literature but also all sorts of arts which is why Shay is such a creative person. That's also where she met Jason Todd for the first time when she was around 4-5.

Her brother very early on started to "run the streets" and started to hang out with bad crews, but always had his heart on his sleeves. He just couldn't find other ways to get money to make sure Shay had the right education/a chance away from crime.

Her grandma died when she was almost 17 and her brother died not even 4 weeks later (2 weeks after her 17th birthday) because of a dispute between gangs. (Allegedly)

After her grandma and Zee died, she went to live in Metropolis with her second-degree cousin, Jennifer Antoine, until she graduated from university. Even when in Metropolis, she would go as much as she could back to Gotham to see her people/help the center.

She started a YouTube channel talking about Gotham's art and musical scene to change people's persepective of Gotham after too many people at Metropolis U "pitied" her for being a Gothamite.

As soon as she was about to graduate, she applied to work at Wayne Entreprise back in Gotham. She got a job as a graphic designer and moved back to her city.

At the start of the fic, "Awaking in Gotham", she is 22 and has been working at WE for almost a year.

Read more about Shay (and her love story with Jason) on AO3! (Trying to update every week!)

Random notes about Shay:

As I wrote in the fic's notes, the first reason for creating Shay was: who the fuck would stay in Gotham that isn't a criminal and/or a vigilante??

So I created a black girl who loves her community and sees all it could be while being very conscious of what it is and its dangers. Then I went, hey! she'd be good with Jason while I was starting my Jason Todd Thirst so obv my fic turned into romance. lol

The name comes from Belgian rapper Shay, Montreal-based singer Shay Lia, and Haitian Montreal-based singer Shah Frank. As I was creating Shay I was obsessed with all three of them and the name Shay Frank wouldn't leave me.

Ngl, I gave a lot of me to Shay; like her Haitian roots and GAD but very quickly she went her own way and grew in this character I'm proud of. I'd like to say I also gave her my music taste but she is way more into hip-hop than me and she rejects most of my pop playlists (sadly).

Because Shay was based on me, all her entourage I created is based on people in my rl. lol

I also absolutely wanted her to be friends with Bernard because I absolutely love Bernard (and Bat SO who are civilians? Tim and Jason bonding over the fact their SO are the only civilians in the Batfam?! So many fun things to do!!)

Zee is also a character that I love, based on one of my favourite cousins, and I got lowkey mad at myself halfway through that he was dead. So I have an AU where he didn't die in my head lol

I'd like to write a oneshot of it when I'm done with this fic.

Last fun fact about Shay that I wasn't able to put in fic yet: all the rogues annoy her (mostly because they cause mayhem that cancel events) but she madly respects Poison Ivy because of her convictions and: "is she wrong tho?"

I have a lot of other small notes about Shay and the Shay-verse but I'll post the rest when the fic is completed!

EDIT 2024-10-04: I completely forgot to add the link to the post fic notes! So if you read Awaking in Gotham do check those other notes!

#dc oc #orginal character #black character #Shay Frank #jayshay #jayoc #dc #fic writing #lowkey want to change all my icons for shay #my girl is so pretty I can't #there's so many things I wanna tell you guys but I guess I have to wait for after fic #dinde even enter all my Jason hc for this universe 😭#and all the center people 🥹

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dudja · 6 months ago

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Dance Dance Revolution #GrandmasBoy #NickSwardson #Comedy #Classic he got moves 🔥💯

#grandma’s boy #grandmas boy #comedy #movie #classic #nick swardson #dance dance revolution #rap #twitter #dudja #youtube #soundcloud #hip hop #music #dope #fire #new #Spotify

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astrqiixsq · 2 years ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

pairings: sully family x sister!reader

warnings: none I think!

word count: 2.2k

a/n: the reader will be replacing Tuk but as a 10 year old! this is for all my babies that just want to be loved and protected <33.

(this takes place before the plot of avatar twow!!)

even though you were only a few years younger than the rest of your siblings, you were babied for your entire childhood.

you couldn't do pretty much anything without one of your family members following on behind you or asking what you were doing every 30 seconds.

while you thought it was extremely annoying, your parents and siblings thought it was perfectly normal.

your family were extremely protective over you, and to be honest, it was kinda cute.

but it was on days like these, you just had enough of it.

It was way past eclipse before your family got home from the fight against the sky people. kiri was sent to tend against the injured while the rest of your family were fighting, your older brothers being spotters as normal on their ikrans.

while they were gone you were told stay close to your grandma mo'at, so you did what you did almost everyday, stay inside and make bracelets for the family. It was the only thing you had been doing pretty much everyday for years.

you were just finishing up your third bracelet when you heard shouts coming from outside your tent.

"the war party is back!" you heard someone call.

hurriedly, you chucked the bracelet into the box and ran outside to the cliffs, dodging your clan members while you were at it.

"slow down y/n, you could get hurt!" a nearby scientist called out to you.

"sorry!" you replied on instinct, not really listening to what they were saying.

you saw your mother and father first, hopping off their ikrans and taking their weapons off of themselves. although they looked perfectly fine, there was a glint in their eyes you couldn't quite understand.

next you saw your brothers and your sister kiri, landing their ikrans next to your parents. a few minor cuts and scrapes were placed on your brothers torsos however that was hardly out of the norm, due to their daring personalities. but they still stared the same look at your parents, what was going on?

choosing to ignore this for now, you ran up to your family, shouting excitedly, "mom, dad!"

your mother turned around in just enough time to see you fling your arms around her waist and nuzzle into the side of her waist.

"y/n, y/n, y/n." she muttered your name, picking you up by your armpits and resting you on her hip.

it was normal for you to go to your mother first after your family coming back from fights. your mom was always the most tense and it was only right for you to ease her worries before she would scold one of your siblings for doing something wrong. it was like you were the water on her fire.

as she ran her fingers through your hair and turned to look into your eyes, you could still see that tense glint in her eyes. huh, that's weird.

before you had time to think much of it, you were quickly lifted up off of your mother and put into the hands of neteyam. neteyam was your oldest brother and probably the most protective, although it was hard to tell sometimes with lo'ak's fiery personality. however, it was certain that neteyam was the softest with you, he was always the sibling you would go to if you hand any problems. and he was always the one holding your hand or cuddling you when you felt upset or frightened. you loved it.

"how is my little sis doing?" he asked, embracing you in his arms and kissing your forehead gently. yup, definitely the softest with you.

"im okay." you giggled, wiping at the yellow war paint on his face. you loved the colour yellow since it matched your eyes.

"well you must be tired because it is way past you bedtime baby, you ought to be asleep!" your father told you, moving away from his ikran to take you out of neteyam's arms and probably off to bed.

bed? you thought. it was only 8:30! something was definitely up.

"no!" you whined. wriggling out of neteyam's grip and running away to hide behind the closest ikran.

however, you only got about two or three steps before you were swept back off your feet and into lo'ak's arms, his grip tight on you.

"oh no you don't" he chuckled, looking at kiri who also laughed at your attempt to get away from bed.

"please! you only just came home, i want to see you!" you spoke as you struggled against lo'ak's tight grip on you. but feeling you move in his arms only made lo'ak's hold on you tighter.

"sorry my love but you're too young to be up this late! plus, me and your father need to discuss something with your siblings." your mother said, sharing a stern glance at your family beside you. well now you knew that 100% something was up.

lo'ak carried you back into the sleeping room of your tent, gently setting you down on your small sleeping matt in the corner at whispering a soft goodnight in your ear before leaving the room.

though your big sister kiri came in a couple minutes later to tuck you in, handing you your little na'vi toy and bending down to quickly kiss your temple and say goodnight.

"love you, y/n". she whispered, before standing up to leave the room. yet, you couldn't help but notice her shoulder's tense before going into the main living room of the tent.

what were your family going to talk about? whatever it was, you were going to find out.

curiosity had always been a big feature in your personality, you were always known as the girl in the village who asked too many questions, but you never thought that as a bad thing. as your father used to say, 'curiosity always killed the cat', but not really knowing what a 'cat' was, you chose to ignore his comment.

anyway, it was now 8:56 in the evening and you had been staring up at your ceiling for about ten minutes, now you decided it was finally time to find out what your family was hiding from you. wether it was a good or bad thing, you still deserved to know. nevertheless you had to make sure your parents thought you were asleep before eavesdropping into their conversation at night, so you decided to wait ten minutes.

after finally feeling that you had waited long enough, you cautiously stood up off your sleeping mat and made your way over to the small hole in your weaved wall, making sure you made no noise as you stood on your tiptoes to peer in.

sure enough, your family were speaking about something.

"listen, today we saw that more space ships are returning on pandora, this means we have to be extra careful when going on trips. got it?" your father spoke to your siblings who were standing in a circle around the fire, each of them giving glances to the other.

what does he mean more space ships? you wonder looking at your fathers unreadable expression.

"got it?" your father spoke clearer, realising he hadn’t gotten an answer from his children.

"yes sir". they all spoke in unison, sharing the same look you couldn’t quite understand.

you were used to your siblings calling your father sir by now, but it had always seemed very odd to you. why did your siblings have to call their father sir when you were not allowed to call him sir at all? it suddenly hit you in that moment just how much you didn’t know about your family and how confusing your life really is.

however, your mother cut your thought stepping in front of jake when she spoke, "your father and i have been doing some speaking and we think it would be better if you were not allowed to go beyond the hallelujah mountains, it is for your own safety from these new threats."

your brothers and sister let out a chorus of protests and complaints, stepping aside from the fireplace and over to your parents.

how could they do this? you thought, you had never seen a sky person that wasn't a scientist before and what did your parents mean about spaceships? this isn't fair!

suddenly, the room went quiet in front of you and all your family turned to look in your direction.

"y/n?" your mother looked straight into your eye.

oh eywa, i must have said that last part aloud, you thought. you were totally busted.

immediately, you backed away from the crack and tried to sprint back to your bed, only to hear your father call, "y/n, we saw you. now please come in here to speak to us."

you sighed as you stepped up off the floor and walked towards the living room. what were you going to say to your parents?

as you stepped into the large room inside of your tent, you were met with looks of disappointment from your parents and stern looks from your siblings, so you just decided to stay in the corner of the room near the door.

"y/n what were you doing listening into our conversation tonight, you know you were supposed to be asleep." your father spoke in his leader voice, this made you flinch against the doorway.

"ma jake." your mother scolded your father. she hated it when your father got too stern with you, she always said you were too young to be spoken too in such a way.

looking guilty as you turned away from the door and to your parents, you spoke. "i just wanted to know what was going on tonight. i saw your worried looks when you came back from the fight today and thought something was up, so i listened into your conversation to make sure nothing bad happened." you fiddled with the beads on your skirt as you spoke.

your parents shared a worried glance before your mother turned to you and uttered, "my love, you should be in bed right now. you are simply too young to need to know what is happening and too young to even understand it, please go back to bed."

but you didn't move to go back to bed, you were too overcome by anger and frustration. it was always that you were too young for anything. when were you ever going to grow up?

taking a couple steps forwards before speaking, you reasoned, "i am tired of being treated like a baby mom and dad! i just want to know what is happening in my life and you guys won't let me because i am 'too young'! i am ten, not four!"

"y/n-" your sister kiri tried to cut you off, but you just continued.

"no kiri! you don't understand. you, neteyam and lo'ak got your first ikrans at the age of nine! i am ten but i am still told everyday that i am 'too young' to do anything on my own, anything! all i want to do is act like other kids my age without having someone peering over my shoulder the whole time! all i want to do is be a normal ten year old!" your voice broke at the end of your speech and you didn't realise you were crying until neteyam was in front of you, using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks and using an arm to pull your head onto his stomach.

"y/n", your father kneeled down infront of you before continuing his sentence, "we see your frustrations and know your pain, but please keep in mind you are still ten. ten year olds should not be involved with wars and fighting, they should be at home enjoying their childhood years safe. plus, me and the rest of your family feel as if you are not ready yet to go out on adventures on your own, and that is final." jake stepped up off the ground and pecked a kiss at your forehead, but this only made your anger rise.

not ready to go on adventures on my own? you thought, feeling your little four-fingered hands turn into fists. they are not listening! i'll show them what i am really capable of.

you pushed out of neteyam's grasp, speaking to everyone in the room when you said, "you guys aren't listening! i'll show you that i am not too young, just you wait." after speaking, you ran out of the room and towards the main door, ignoring your families shouts and cries for you to stop.

lo'ak, who you had actually had forgotten was there because he was so quiet, make an attempt to grab your arm. however, you just dodged his hand and sped up your pace before reaching the edge of the cliff infront of you, right next to the ikrans. perfect, you thought.

without thinking about the consequences, you threw yourself onto the closest ikran and connected the bond without a thought.

oh eywa, you were really in trouble now.

this is the first fanfic i have ever written so apologies if it is bad! idk if i will be making a pt 2 to this because it is just a oneshot but we’ll see!

if there are any mistakes in the text please let me know in the comments and i will really appreciate it!

anyway, i hope you enjoy the rest of your day and have fun!

#avatar #youngest child #jake sully #kiri sully #loak sully #neteyam sully #daughter!reader #light angst #fluff #sully family #atwow #sully family x reader

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