#how she would leave thoughtful notes on my work sometimes even complimenting me about it in person

[x-ladydisdain-x]

Maybe I’m delusional or maybe my freshman and sophomore year history teacher is the only person who has ever understood me

[leaderwonim]

smart, sexy, lacy, i’m losing it lately.

pairing. student!yang jungwon x student!fem!reader

summary. jungwon has always hated you, right from the start. you were too nice, too smart for your own good, and lately—you’ve been starting to get too pretty for yang jungwon to handle.

author’s note: HAPPY BDAY YANG JUNGWON WOOOOO here’s a post dedicated to my bias, the loml. this fic is entirely based off of olivia’s song “lacy”, one of my favorites off her guts album!

Yang Jungwon thought you were the most insufferable person he met. Not only were you overly nice, but you were so smart that you got the highest scores unlike bitter Jungwon who always managed to score second place.

“I’m losing it,” Jungwon whispers underneath his breath as he lifts his paper up into the air. A big red 99 was scribbled on top of his paper.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset.” Sunghoon, a friend of Jungwon’s, took a seat next to the mess of a boy who was currently ruffling his hair in stress. “A 99 is good Wonie!”

“No it’s not,” he mumbles, placing his head against the table. “No it’s not. Song Y/N managed to get a 100 again.”

Almost as if the universe knew Jungwon was talking about you, you passed by the two boys, waving a quick hello to Sunghoon.

“Don’t wave back.” Jungwon mumbles, lifting his head up slightly to glare at Sunghoon.

“What? Why?” Sunghoon whines, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know why you hate her, she’s a sweetheart.”

“Look at her,” Jungwon mutters in disgust as he finally straightens his posture to look at you. “God’s favorite child—Song Y/N. Those stupid ribbons in her hair make me want to barf.”

Sunghoon doesn’t say it, but he’s ultimately very concerned for Yang Jungwon. He’s known the boy for years and it confuses him on why he hates you so much. You have been nothing but nice to the both of them since freshman year of high school.

“Why do you care so much Won?”

“I don’t.”

It’s a lie, one that Sunghoon detects from a mile away.

Yang Jungwon cares. He cares a lot. He lets his hatred of you take over his life, and it leaves him feeling miserable.

When Yang Jungwon walks into creative writing, his favorite class of the day, he is hit by the overwhelming smell of your perfume.

He’s practically memorized it by now because everytime it’d come into his presence, his nose would flare up and his body would tense. Vanilla and macadamia, of course you’d wear something like that.

You probably don’t notice—or at least Jungwon hopes you don’t notice—but he’s always staring at you, quickly looking away when you make eye contact. Sometimes, he’d huff under his breath about how ridiculous you look with your ponytail, even though Yang Jungwon knows it looks adorable on you.

Being around you was like sweet torture in the young brunette’s eyes.

“Jungwon!” You say as you make your way to him on one afternoon. “Congratulations on making it as class secretary! I knew you could do it!”

Jungwon bites the inside of his cheek, not expecting your input.

You’re too nice. You’re way way too nice to him. He thinks.

“Thanks.” He clears his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Although you were complimenting him, it felt like bullets piercing through his skin.

“I dyed my hair, do you like it?” You give him a smile, oblivious to the current crisis that Yang Jungwon was going through.

You did dye your hair. It was a bright blonde now, kind of reminding him of Regina George, you know—minus the bitch part.

“It’s… okay.” He mutters. “Listen Y/N, I have a lot of work, do you mind?”

You shake your head quickly, muttering out a small apology before taking off to find your friends.

Yang Jungwon wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but you looked dazzling in your newly dyed hair. You looked like Bardot reincarnated, and Yang Jungwon was so fucked because he knew that he couldn’t escape you wherever he’d go.

It was almost as if you were made out of Angel dust.

“Are you out to get me?” Yang Jungwon slams his hand on your table, jolting you from your work.

“What are you talking about?” You say, still putting on a smile despite being confused.

“Are you out to get me?” Jungwon feels out of breath now that he’s all up close and personal to you. “You poison everything I do!”

“What do you mean?” You frown, the feeling of sadness suddenly seeping over you. “Jungwon?”

“You know that I just loathe you lately? Do you Song Y/N?” Jungwon looks away in distress, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “My mind, it’s like I can’t get you out of it, and I don’t know what to do. I hate you—I swear I do—but I don’t know anymore! My mind practically worships you Song Y/N!”

Jungwon’s eyes widen when he realizes he’s said too much, especially when he comes in contact with your face that’s bright red in shock.

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have—”

“Jungwon, it’s okay.” You take his hands into yours, rubbing it comfortingly. “I kind of knew for a while, Sunghoon told me. I know all these feelings must be confusing but you know I’m here for you regardless.” You smile at him. “I like you Yang Jungwon.”

Jungwon’s mouth goes dry, and for the first time, he can’t think of anything to insult you with. “I.. I like you too Song Y/N.”

“Finally.” Sunghoon emerges suddenly from behind you two, making Jungwon gasp in shock.

“Yah! Don’t do that hyung!” Jungwon complains, hands still holding on tightly to yours.

“Sorry, had to get my two favorite kids together.”

Yang Jungwon wasn’t sure of many things, but he was sure of 2. One: he liked you a lot, and two: he was definitely going to kill Park Sunghoon for telling you everything.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being nice to a co-worker who doesn't like men?

I think a girl (20F) at my work doesn't like men. I've been going out of my way to be nice to her and nothing works. AITA? How can I get her to want to talk to me?

I'm 28M and I started at my job about 3 weeks ago. There's this girl, Brandi, I work with sometimes who I really like. I was shy as a kid and I've been trying to come out of my shell more lately, and make an effort with people. Going out of my comfort zone and talk to people, all that. So I decided to try to give Brandi 1 compliment every day I saw her. And it wasn't creep shit like "nice ass" or anything that would make her uncomfortable. Stuff like that she has a pretty smile, or beautiful eyes, or that kind of thing.

But I feel like whenever I do it, she gets kind of weird, and goes away from me. SHE HAS NOT TOLD ME TO STOP or that I make her uncomfortable. She just does kind of a weird smile and says thanks and goes away. I feel like she doesn't want to talk to me at all now. On Friday I even put a little note in the pocket of her jacket. It just said "You look nice today, Brandi!" with a smiley face. I just thought it would be nice and make her smile. She never said anything about it.

I told my sister (26F) about it and Sis said I was being an asshole and should leave Brandi alone. I calmly reminded my sister that SHE HAS NOT TOLD ME TO STOP so why would I need to? My sister didn't have a good answer so she changed the subject and wouldn't talk about Brandi any more.

Then I told my friend (32M) about Brandi, and he said she probably spends too much time on social media where women are being taught to be afraid of all men. It all clicked when he said that, it makes sense. Why else would she act like she doesn't want to be around me or talk to me, when all I do is be nice to her and try to make her happy? I also realized she talks way more to girls than men, and doesn't seem as friendly with them.

AITA for being nice to Brandi? And what can I do to show her not to be afraid of me? I don't know what nice things to say to her that I haven't already said.

[caniibeyourfavorite]

bad decisions || Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

summary: when Pogue!reader meets Rafe again, wishing she could hate him, but something is different about him now

warnings: none so far, just fanfiction, a few curses

quick writer’s note: english is my second language so pls ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes

In the outer banks, the Camerons were royalty. They were the richest kooks on the island, and kooks never really cared about the pogues.

As a pogue, you knew this, which is why you avoided the Camerons. If you ever interacted with kooks, you always tried to be polite and not get into trouble. But that was before you met him…

Rafe Cameron was everything you hated about the kooks. He was rich, arrogant, selfish, and just like the other kooks, he hated pogues. He never even bothered to go to their parties.

One day, you were at a party on the beach, and for whatever reason, Rafe was there too. you had no idea what the kook prince was doing in a party with both kooks and pogues. You also had no idea who was stupid enough to invite him.

You usually were a very nice person, but something about the annoying kooks made you sometimes want to punch them. You were John B’s younger sister, and were probably the most popular pogue on your side of the island. You were often referred to as the Pogues’ Princess. Being the princess of the pogues was just you always trying to help them out in any way you can. You always volunteered and raised money and were even nice to the adult kooks just so you could keep doing what you were doing. You never wanted to make things worse for the pogues. When you spotted Rafe, you immediately rolled your eyes. You only met once when you came to check in on your brother at his job for the Cameron’s. You still remember his comment about not knowing John B had a sister and how good you looked. He probably was complimenting you, but you just rolled your eyes when he added “for a pogue”. Rafe Cameron was everything you hated about the kooks. And now he was making his way over to the keg, and to you.

“I know you,” Rafe smirked, grabbing more beer and looking you up and down.

“You’re that pogue’s sister-” Rafe began to say before you cut him off, saying your name before taking a sip of your beer, hoping it would help make him more tolerable.

“it’s good seeing you again,” Rafe took a sip of his own beer, still smirking.

“Right…” You trailed off, looking down at your beer, hoping you could walk away soon or that he’d leave you alone.

“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Rafe asked, and you could tell he was being annoying and teasing you on purpose. You could tell he knew you were supposed to have a reputation of being nice.

”Honestly?” You asked so Rafe nodded before you continued, “no.”

“Why not, princess?” Rafe asked.

“Don’t call me that,” You told him, your tone warning.

“I thought you were supposed to be this nice girl who’s always helping others even if it means working a hundred jobs,” Rafe commented.

“I’m not surprised that the concept of having jobs confuses you, considering you’ve never worked a day in your life,” You stated, arms folded.

“What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much?” Rafe asked, scoffing at her before taking another sip of his beer.

“I don’t hate you,” you muttered, taking a sip of your drink too, wishing you had something stronger.

“Don’t tell me this is about the day we met,” Rafe sighed, looking at her.

“It’s not my fault you were an asshole,” you said, looking him up and down.

Why does he have to look good? You couldn’t help but think.

“Seriously, I was just at your house to visit my brother and you were a total ass,” you explained yourself, “you complimented me for like a second before insulting me for being a pogue.”

“Shit… I’m sorry princess,” Rafe sighed, and that was the first time you’ve ever seen him look sincere. “Your right, I was being…” Rafe trailed off so you finished his sentence for him by suggesting, “asshole?”

“Yes, an asshole, but come on, let me make it up to you,” Rafe pleaded, and you had no idea why.

“Why do you care what some pogue thinks about you?” You asked him, your arms still folded and you were trying to stay stubborn.

“Not some pogue, you,” Rafe corrected you.

“Why?” You asked.

All Rafe said was, “please?”

“I’m not promising anything… but what do you mean by making it up to me?” You couldn’t help but ask. You knew better than to ask. To give a kook, a Cameron, a chance.

“Go on a date with me,” Rafe said, searching your face for a reaction.

“Fine…” You sighed, but the look on Rafe’s face made you smile.

“One date,” you said, and Rafe nodded.

“I’m gonna go now…” You trailed off, moving so you could leave and join your friends. You could even see your friend Kiara waving you over. You then saw John B’s reaction of you talking to Rafe, and you couldn’t help but laugh. John B was always protective over you, and that was just with the pogues, so you couldn’t begin to imagine what he’d say about you talking to Rafe Cameron.

“I’ll see you around, princess,” Rafe smirked, chuckling at you rolling your eyes at him.

When you joined your friends, they all looked at you like you were crazy. “What?” You asked, shrugging in confusion.

“That’s Rafe Cameron,” Pope said, his eyes slightly wide.

“I know,” You said, your tone obvious.

“Are you crazy?” Kiara asked, and the group was clearly concerned about you talking to Rafe.

And instead of listening to your friends and brother scold you, you looked back and saw Rafe, making eye contact with him and smiling.

what were you thinking?

you were just about to find out what you’d gotten yourself into…

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4

JEALOUSY: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: She always thought her lover was the most confident man she's ever met, she never thought Luis Serra'd be able to feel jealous.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Man, writer's block hit me hard again. Sorry for disappearing.

Warnings: nothing, just some fluff because we all need it

•••

She always thought her lover was the most confident man she's ever met. She surely never met anyone who was more open, more extroverted or even flirty than Luis Serra - and she never thought that his charm would work on her that easily. But it did, and now as she did her best to find Ashley Graham, the reason why she was in Spain and the reason why that accidental encounter with Luis happened, she was too distracted to only think about the U.S. or about her obligations and duty. She often found herself thinking about what is going on with his lover when they weren't exploring the grounds together, about where he is, how he is and about what will happen to them after they leave this cursed place behind.

He was a distraction sometimes, but a very handsome and sweet one. One she couldn't be mad at.

And now as she sat on top of a barrel, trying to enjoy the music what was playing in the background, while she patiently waited for Leon to finish at the shooting range, she was once again thinking about Luis Serra, who was right next to her with his hand on top of hers, but he seemed less lively than usual.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly as she changed their hands' position and put hers on top of his instead.

"Of course I'm okay, cariño. You are right here with me."

"You sure?" she tilted her head, making him know she is serious.

"I am." he took her hand in his and pressed a kiss on it.

She looked back at Leon, who was reloading and then shooting again, seemingly not hearing their conversation.

Leon arrived a few days after she did, mostly as a back up after Hunnigan lost contact with her because of an unfortunate encounter with Mendez. Meeting him again after they spent so much time far away from the other was like meeting a family member. Her favourite family member. It was still awkward though, because the circumstances weren't the best for hugging and being happy. They had a girl to find.

She let out a small chuckle when her friend missed one of the targets.

"Great aim, Leon!" she said teasingly and laughed when she saw his expression.

"You would've never missed that one, cariño." Luis said as his hold on her hand tightened, making her look at his face, observing his gestures.

Compliments from him weren't unusual, God he complimented her ninty-nine percet of the time about everything: her aim, her body, her voice, the very horrible Spanish she spoke; but his eyes were full of love and flirty glint - not like in this moment. Now he just seemed empty. His voice didn't have that silvery tone what was always there when they were alone.

"Luis Serra Navarro," she started, doing her best to sound as serious as possible "don't lie to me. Something is bothering you and you don't want to tell me what it is."

His hold on her hand tightened again and for a moment she thought he will actually look at her and tell her what's wrong. But that wasn't the case. He just wrapped an arm around her waist while he put the other on top of the barrel, trapping her, not wanting to let her go, then he kissed her, successfully clouding her mind. Luis was a passionate lover, that was a fact and it was proven to her multiple times since they met. But she knew this sudden passion and the overwhelming emotions the kiss held were coming from a deeper source. It was rare his kisses were this rough, full of tension.

She put her hands on his shoulders as she gently pulled away, her lips trembling a little. She could feel her cheeks turning red from the realization - where they are, who they are with.

"Nothing is bothering me, cariño. I just wish we could be far away from here so I can finally take you out on the date I promised."

She stared at him for a long time, trying to get her thoughts straight.

Something is bothering him, that's for sure, but what could it be...

And then the realization hit her - dear God how could she be this blind? She let out a chuckle as she brushed her lover's hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She would've never thought that someone as confident as Luis Serra could feel jealous. It just wasn't possible in her mind.

But there were those moments... Calling Leon names, touching her more than usual, calling her on the radio almost every five minutes when they weren't together, the attention seeking...

"Luis Serra, you are jealous, aren't you?"

And then for the first time since they met, she saw him blush - and it was the cutest sight she's ever seen.

"Listen here, corazón, Leon is like a brother to me. I know him since Raccoon City and I never had any romantic feelings for him." she said slowly, making sure he understands and believes it without any doubt. "You on the other hand... Your flirting was working on me since the beginning." she smiled at him lovingly. "I love you."

They were looking at the other in silence for a few short seconds, while she let go of his hair and decided to draw some invisible shapes into his skin right under his jawline.

"I love you too, querida." and just like that the confident smile she loved so much was back. "And after we find the missing señorita we'll finally go on that date."

"I know we will." she returned the smile.

She was about to lean back and finally enjoy the music what was playing in the background, but Luis was having none of that. He took her hand and made her jump off of the barrel, landing close to him. She looked up at him, feeling a bit confused, but then he playfully twirled her around, making her laugh when she almost lost her balance.

"How about a dance before we go?"

"Oh, now you want to dance, huh?"

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Of course I want to, as long as I'm dancing with you."

And Leon, being the friend he is made sure he took his time at the shooting range, letting her have some fun before they have to get out and fight their way through enemies again.

[mimi-is-so-horny]

okay, so... you know how sometimes a day starts lovely, and then it goes to shit? and sometimes, you feel like you've done this to yourself? actually, you have done it to yourself. anyway.

i made a point to wake up early today to make Sir and Anna breakfast and to write them a note thanking them for fucking me so well yesterday, and for being pretty much the best thing in my life right now. i felt very grateful and i know i'm very lucky. i think they appreciated that, too.

i blew the candles on my birthday cake naked on Sir's lap - i've been 25 for a couple of days, and i usually hate my birthdays, but Anna insisted we should do the whole birthday thing properly. Sir wrote me a birthday card that almost moved me to tears. He groped my tits as i blew my candles.

for context, i used to want to enter academia in combination to committing to a totally different career path. what i'm doing right now isn't even my Plan C, so of course, i feel a bit like a failure. i'd written a chapter in a book that discussed some recent developments in my field and placed them in a behavioural/institutional context - the book was published this year, and the complimentary copy they sent to authors arrived on my birthday. i should be happy, right? but i feel so defeated, and so dumb, and like this is the first and last good thing i got to do before giving up on my aspirations completely. sure, i'll still apply to enter a more commercial side of my field next year, but that's still just more "sustainable", financially, and more difficult than i thought it would be. all this effort for something i won't really value or enjoy, yuck. and what if i fail, again? anyway. Mimi's whiny ass.

so Sir asked me to read my chapter, and i said yes, sure. He wanted to "see how i think". why not, right?

He fucked me yesterday, and this morning, and at noon, and it felt so good. and now He came to my room, to tell me He read my chapter, and while i felt vulnerable i tried to look cool asking Him what He thought of it.

and He showered me in compliments, and asked me why am i here, and not at a Big Prestigious University™ doing research? i told Him that's why i tried, and the Big Prestigious University™ didn't do shit for Mimi in a post-covid job market where she had to care for her family and couldn't work Prestigious Unpaid Internships™. and still, with no network or real mentors that cared more about guiding me than fucking me, or plagiarising me (lol), my options narrowed. and He knew that, so why was He asking me? and then He asked more questions, and i got increasingly angry and i cried and told Him to leave my room, please. well, at least He did.

so now i have to go downstairs and apologise for lashing out at Him for essentially caring. that was just me projecting - how mad i am at myself for failing, and for giving up, and and for being too lazy to try again - on Him. but i also don't want to do that, because i can only taste how i'm not working in the city i want, and how the people i work for are surprised when i can introduce better corrections than them, and how i am a grown woman that is already bitter about not being where she wanted to be. how i pretend to have given up, when in reality i'm still kind of grieving the people i thought i could be, and realising it can always get worse. am i making myself into a victim: poor-me, poor-me? or am i entitled to my anger and sadness? i don't know, and Sir knows something sad happened to me without my consent, a long while ago - so what if He sees me as a victim, too? am i really that stupid and that passive? what if i'm wasting His time, too?

i don't think i use kink as a coping mechanism or as a distraction; i'm just happy it's an area of my life i'm currently getting exactly what i want, exactly in my own terms and limits - i've rarely gotten that much respect and reciprocity in "vanilla world" - be it work, or education, or friendships. but that fact also makes me sad. why can't i have some of the things i want, sometimes? why was it "Rejection Letter"+"Your Flatmate Lost Your Cat And Now Won't Help Or Speak To You"+"Your Supervisor Wants To Fuck You And He's Angry Now!"+"Your Family Is Asking For Money, Again!!!", and not, like, slightly better? it's hard to feel empowered now. that sad six-year-old is here again, and she wants good stuff i don't know how to give, because i'm out of fucking candy (or, y'know, drugs. because i don't do that shit anymore).

anyway, that will be a difficult conversation. and i feel sorry for Him, for having to deal with me.

well, that was a very self-centred ramble by a fairly self-centred person, so i'm sorry if you read this? but also it was your choice to do so, meh. drink water, wear sunscreen.

[ave09]

free

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: this is inspired by true events. this has never happened but the character of “your mother” is inspired by my own, a woman who has such high expectations for me and is very controlling that it literally kills me. i was going through a tough time and ended up writing this because i like to force my problems onto fictional characters and the only one i could seek comfort in was indiana jones.

“this is a lovely meal, honey.” 

a smile graced your lips as indiana complimented you, shooting you a dazzling grin as he continued to shove more of the delicious food into his mouth. 

on the other side of the table, your mother grimaced, “are you positive you peeled the skin off of the shrimp?” 

you fought the urge to scream.

since you were little, your mother was adamant on making sure you did everything correctly. she had very high expectations , ones that you sometimes struggled to reach. 

you thought that things would be different now that you were an adult. you had your own home, your own life, your own husband. there should’ve been nothing to correct.

and yet she found a way.

the moment the woman entered your home, she had made comments about the decor. it was simple pastels, mixed with some artifacts on display that indiana had brought home.

“you should put those away. they clash.”

“they’re beautiful. indy wouldn’t bring something home if it didn’t somehow find a way to fit in.” 

“tell him to do better.”

you liked how the house was set up. you had a vision, and you’d achieved it. but now here your mother was, finding a way to slander it.

to the unknowing eye, one would think she was trying to help. of course, that’s what she thought she was doing. but you had endured twenty-five long years of constant criticism and correcting.

you couldn’t bear it.

her next comment was about your clothing. you were clad in a beautiful sundress that indiana had gifted you with when he returned from a visit to cairo. it had been a gift from your good friend sallah. 

it was chic and comfortable, and you adored it.

but your mother did not.

“what are you wearing?” she had asked.

you frowned, “a dress?”

she wrinkled her nose, “i am not a fan of the style.” of course she wasn’t. your mother was known to wear modest conserving clothing. this dress that hugged your curves and displayed some cleavage seemed to be a sin to her. 

“it’s beautiful, mom.” you had replied, wishing that indiana would return home soon so you wouldn’t have to deal with her alone.

when your were younger, your father had always defended you. he was there in those late nights where you sobbed, believing you weren’t enough because you could fulfill your mother’s wishes.

but since the divorce, he had been living in london, as far away from your mother as possible.

only indiana could save you now.

it had been an hour or so since her arrival when indiana returned home. he had been catching up on grading schoolwork and had gotten caught up with marcus, who apparently had another job for him.

you were happy for him when he came home with the news.

your mother was not.

“henry, i do not understand how you can just leave your wife at home all alone.” 

indiana furrowed his brows, “she’s a strong woman. plus, i think she likes it when i’m gone.”

you had rolled your eyes, “oh yes because i love it when my husband is halfway around the world.” 

you were joking of course. the sarcasm in your voice was prominent. you loved when indiana went away mainly because of the happiness it gave him.

exploring the world was his calling. and often times he’d take you with him. after all, he couldn’t always leave without his best girl.

and of course, your mother did not approve once again.

“it cannot be healthy! leaving her all alone! i couldn’t bear it.” she then turned to you, a rude comment ready on her tongue. you weren’t prepared. you were currently setting the table for the delicious supper you’d been working on all evening. it was a special italian shrimp sauce, one that was usually reserved for christmas in your childhood home.

because your mother was coming over, you wanted to prove that you could make it just as good.

prove that you could do something right.

“maybe you should’ve married that scientist your father was friends with.. what was his name..?” 

you almost dropped the plate you were holding, glancing at indiana who held the same expression you did.

how dare she?

you watched as indiana’s fists clenched, and you were sure he was going to lose it soon. 

so you set down the plates and took matters into your own hands, “i love indy, mom. he is a great husband who treats me well. i am very thankful to have him.”

“of course, but-“

“would you like a drink, mom? i bought that brand of red that you like.” this was a distraction, you needed to escape for even a few minutes. “indy? love, could you help me?”

he nodded, “of course honey.” and follows you into the kitchen. you exhaled deeply, moving toward the alcohol cabinet, “the nerve of that woman.” he humbled, leaning against the counter, “i tell ya, sweetheart, if she wasn’t your mother, i’d have kicked her to the curb.”

you stifled a laugh, “tell me about it..” you retrieved the bottle of wine, handing it to your husband, “open that for me?” he obliged, and then you moved to the refrigerator, retrieving a large bottle of vodka, one that was only brought out on special occasions.

you lifted the bottle to your lips, taking a large swig. indiana stared at you in concern, “take it easy on that.” he said, but didn’t try and stop you. you were stressed, and if this was the only way to cool your nerves now, then so be it. 

you took a few more gulps, placing the bottle onto the counter, your head falling into your hands, “why do i even try anymore?” you murmured. 

“you’re a daughter trying to have a relationship with her mother. it’s not a crime.”

you sighed deeply, blinking back tears. you could hear the clink of the wine glasses, and suddenly indiana’s arms were around you, embracing you tightly. 

this was what you needed. an escape. a way out from these unachievable expectations. 

indiana was your escape.

he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “just one hour left, baby. one hour, and she’s gone. okay?” 

you nodded slowly, “yeah. yeah, one hour.” you glanced up at him, a soft smile toying on your lips, “thank you for being here.”

“i’m always here, sweetheart.” he leaned forward, his lips encasing yours in a sweet kiss.

“where’s the wine!”

you stifled a groan, “duty calls.” you muttered. 

and now here you were, at the dinner table, doing everything in your power not to cry. she did not deserve your tears.

“yes mom, i bought the already peeled shrimp.” you replied coolly. she wrinkled her nose in disgust, “something isn’t right, did you buy the correct sauce? it was bold of you to try and recreate such a meal, i had hope looking at it, but eating it now, there’s something wrong-“

you couldn’t do it. 

“oh my god, just because it isn’t your way doesn’t mean i did something wrong!” you exclaimed, your patience gone. your mother’s eyes widened, “are you really getting upset with me because i corrected you?”

you scoffed, setting down your utensils, “mom, the moment you walked into my house, you’ve insulted my home, you’ve insulted my husband, and you have insulted me.”

“oh please-“

you rose quickly in your seat, chair clattering against the hardwood floor, shocking both indiana and your mother.

“for twenty-five goddamn years i have tried. i have tried so fucking hard to be good. i wanted to make you proud, that’s all i’ve ever wanted. but lately, i have come to the realization that… i will never be good enough for you.” 

tears threatened to spill but you blinked them away. just a few more seconds. finish what you need to say.

“and i’m sorry. i am. but, i’m not going to do this anymore, i’m not going to be put down constantly just because i cannot achieve your high expectations. so,” you took a deep breath, “i want you to leave.” 

your mother rose from her chair, almost as if challenging you. “what did you just say?”

“oh i’m sorry, maybe i wasn’t clear enough-get the fuck out of my house.” 

she gasped, offended. but you did not care, not anymore. 

your mother huffed, grabbing her purse, “you are no daughter of mine.” 

“fine by me.” you shot back, and without another word, you turned on your heel and rushed upstairs. 

indiana was absolutely surprised by your actions, but he could not be more proud of you. all your life you’d followed orders like a soldier, and now you finally stood up to her. 

he was beaming with pride. your mother turned to him, narrowing her eyes, “you are a bad influence, henry. you have ruined her.” 

 “didn’t my wife just tell you to get the fuck out?” 

it wasn’t long before she left. indiana locked the door behind her before he went upstairs. the master bedroom door was closed. he rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, “sweetheart? you okay?” 

his hand grasped the door handle, pushing it open. he found you curled in a ball in the corner of the room, your head buried into your knees. he rushed toward you, dropping to his knees, “hey, hey, it’s alright.” 

your shoulders shook with sobs. you didn’t know what you were feeling, happiness, sadness, but there was one thing you certainly felt, and that was freedom. the chains of perfection had been taken off. 

you were free.

indiana pulled you close to him, rubbing your back soothingly, “you did it, baby. you stood your ground-you stood your ground and i am so proud of you.” 

maybe you were never able to make your mother feel proud of you, but you had made indiana swell with pride by doing the simple actions.

and his approval was all you needed.

he kissed your forehead gently, resting his head against yours, “you’re free baby. you’re finally free.” 

[romantichoneypie]

Bad Idea!

Pairing: Mia stone X fem!reader

Warnings:18+ MDNI!,smut,Fluff, "betrayal", mention of Mia X dr. W Afton, lavender wedding, fingering,Oral sex.

Author's note: I never post nothing before and I also don't speak English so sorry for any mistake, I will always try to make bots and leave the link at the end!

You work as a doorman in a residential building protected by D.D.D. The job was quite easy, but it was difficult to deal with a lot of strange anomalies, but you earned a good salary for it. D.D.D.'s training was useful, you always kept an eye on everything.

After calling D.D.D. a few times, you just wait for a resident, Mia, to arrive. Since she usually takes a while, you don't worry... much, because the world has anomalies everywhere, no one is really safe on the streets. Mia works as a teacher in an elementary school, teaching fifth grade. She often talks about how much she likes to teach, but sometimes it's just hard to control the students.

As sometimes your work was really boring, the anomalies were usually quite obvious, and the resident lists were small, but Mia was on the list today, so you would see her normally, that would brighten your day, you kind of became “friends”, with light flirtations almost like jokes and touches that lasted more than enough time.

You are in love with her even though you know she is engaged to Dr. William Afton, a physicist who is usually very quiet, you just felt bad for liking a woman who was ready to get married but you can't control your heart.

“Good afternoon (y/n), how is your work day going?” She looks at you with her eyelashes blinking, and that beautiful smile on her face, she slides the ID and the entry request through the hatch, but you already knew it was her.

She always appears lightly in a sweet way, the dresses with a slight neckline that would only make you want to see more, the delicious scent of vanilla that she emanated like a unique essence... damn you were in love with someone you could never have.

"Hi Mia, good afternoon, how was your day?, the work is the usual capturing doppelgangers and letting the residents pass, I was just waiting for you... by the way you look beautiful".

damn!, you didn't do it right, maybe a more flirtatious approach would be better you said almost shyly, she has that beautiful smile on her face with the compliment and her blushed cheeks revealing the light freckles on her skin.

"you are so sweet dear, thank you for the compliment, you also look beautiful today, as always, the work today was almost good, the bad thing is those students who try to stop the class from fooling themselves or talking..." Mia says with a smile on her face you can see that she blushed with your sweet compliment.

“You’re flattering me, Mia. I’m going to end up believing it. Well, something like this always happens with children. It’s natural for them to get restless.” I say the first sentence in a flirtatious tone. I think something more direct might work better. I practically pretend not to know that it’s her taking a long time to check.

“I’m just telling you the truth. You’re beautiful. I love your concierge uniform. It looks charming… I know it’s true, but it’s still exhausting, especially now that William has gone on a business trip and I feel lonely.” Oh, you didn’t know that information. I thought Afton was the only one who had gone on vacation and hadn’t even left the apartment. him didn’t go to work somewhere else.

She made you run now, saying that you look beautiful in your blue concierge uniform. “Thank you… I didn’t know William had gone on a business trip. It must be a little lonely.” While you’re talking to her, she checks. She’s almost finished with the checklist that was made and everything is really perfect.

“Since your shift is almost over, how about a coffee or tea at my place with a pie? I made a lemon one yesterday, I need some company.” Mia bats her eyelashes in a sweet tone, looking at you in an adorable way. It seems like today is your lucky day.

“Oh, of course, I wouldn’t announce pie and your company. Just a second, I’ll lock up and let you in.” As soon as she says this, you press the button, letting her in. She seems happy about it and waits for you on the other side. Meanwhile, you lock the room, put your hat away, and grab your things.

“I’ll lead the way.” It seems crazy that this is really happening, of course. When would you imagine that Mia Stone would be inviting you to her house? The two of you get into the elevator, the ones made of iron that move a little when someone goes up. You were terrified of going in them. There were only three floors, you could go up by stairs, but you simply went where she went. Now you had to hide the fact that you were afraid of that elevator.

“God, I hate this elevato” you mutter under your breath, and she ends up hearing it and bursting out laughing at it. Even her laugh must be beautiful. How could it be more perfect?

“It’s okay if you’re scared of this. I can just hold your hand to make you miss it” she says with a smile on her face. You notice a bit of flirting in her voice. She presses the button for the third floor and the elevator starts to go up. The iron cabin now smells sweetly of her perfume.

You were actually a little startled by the elevator’s start to start,you little scream, God she laughed again at this point your cheeks were hot, but you didn't expect her to actually take your hand in hers, the contact with the fabric of her white glove, it was silky and soft felt good "hey it's okay, don't be nervous, if you had told me we could have gone by stairs... your hand is cold and sweaty".

You didn't even notice it, your hand felt like a popsicle and on top of that it was sweaty as if you had run a marathon, you quickly tried to take your hand away from her but she wouldn't let you, holding it tight, you were anxious and nervous as well as embarrassed "I'm sorry, I just don't like the elevator and I didn't mean for us to go by stairs" lie, you weren't even paying attention to what you were doing you just followed her.

"it's okay, I don't like this elevator either I only use it because I'm too lazy to go up the stairs in high heels".

And it's your turn to laugh at something she said. You had never really noticed, but she wears high heels, matching her white clothes and still clean. The elevator always takes so long. You only used it for deliveries, so you thought it was your nervousness that was causing the delay.

"Does it always take so long? They need to improve this invention" you say, and she smiles at you and nods. "True" she says, and then the two of you stand there in silence, waiting for it to arrive. Your eyes go to your hands, they fit together so well... but your eyes end up falling on her engagement ring, a gold ring with a diamond in the center. It seemed to match.

Suddenly, you are pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the elevator stopping and the door opening. You let go of her hand and smile with flushed cheeks. "I told you there was no need to be nervous. We're here, now let's go to my apartment" You let her go first and you follow timidly behind her. She opens her purse and takes the keys. She opens the door for her and you enter. You've never been to anyone's apartment in the building, just ringing the bell and leaving packages at the door. But there was one time when you were called by the Sverchzt twins, specifically Selenne, but you didn't even go.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll just change my clothes quickly" Mia says in a calm tone. You close the door behind you and enter. The apartment is really beautiful. You expected it to be smaller since there were only two people living there. The walls were royal blue, there was a painting on the wall and the furniture was white, a large gray shaggy rug on the floor. It really was beautiful, however, there were no photos of the couple who lived there. It even seemed like... well, there was nothing of them there at all.

You just sit there and try not to be embarrassed, you really shouldn't be staring so much, you hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and Mia comes out wearing her hair tied in a small ponytail and a more comfortable outfit consisting of a looser light blue dress, she still looked beautiful in it, she's beautiful anyway, the gloves are gone and the sleeves of the dress, you can see that Mia actually had a lot of freckles but she hid them with long sleeves and gloves, her arms had several caramel colored dots, her neck too, she looked adorable.

"Do you prefer coffee or tea?" you don't know exactly what to answer, either one is fine for you, she looks at you with those eyes and her eyelashes fluttering, you just realized it wasn't mascara because her eyelashes were still long and beautiful.

“Coffee, I prefer coffee, please.” You say this and now you have to try to calm down so you don’t seem like a nervous child. You sit at the table while she fills the coffee maker with water and coffee powder on top. She takes the lemon pie from the fridge. She hadn’t even eaten it. It was untouched and looked beautiful.

“I’ll weigh a plate for you. So, any interesting anomalies?” Mia always asks the same question. You usually say yes and show her a small photo, but today you don’t have that.

“I saw a copy of you, but her head was spinning. When I asked her, she said she was sick with a disease called floating head.” You laugh at that. The doppelganger looked like Mia, but her head was completely still.

“Hmmm… God, I wish I knew why these creatures exist. William is traveling, that’s exactly why he works for D.D.D. I think it's to put an end to these creatures, I'm not sure, we haven't talked about it" Mia says, you think and it even makes sense, the two live in a residential building protected by D.D.D so it's because they have some connection.

"I don't really understand either, they just want to take someone else's place, I'm curious to know what they're really like" you kind of understand why William you also don't like to talk about the anomalies, it's an uncomfortable subject, but luckily for you the coffee is ready in no time and she puts it in the bottle, then in two cups for both of them.

"Let me get a knife to cut it and the plates" Mia says and gets a knife and two plates that match With the cup, she cuts a slice for you and one for herself.

“Thank you, you are very kind,” you say, thanking her. Since when did you ever think about having afternoon tea with her? You really only dream about it.

“You’re welcome, you’re the one being kind, keeping me company. I don’t like being alone, but it’s actually nice. William is very busy, almost always working, so it doesn’t really matter.” She says as if it really doesn’t matter as she cuts two pieces of pie for both you and her, placing them on the plates and pouring the coffee into the cups.

“Hmmm, it’s a shame he doesn’t have time to spend with you. You shouldn’t spend too much time alone,” you say, but you’d like to say that if you were her fiancée, you would never stop spending time with her in your free time to work. It’s better to keep quiet and eat a slice of pie than to end up talking shit. Tasting a piece of pie makes you just want to let out a small sigh. It’s delicious. It’s like lemon ice cream with sweet butter cookies. It’s perfect.

"So how's the pie? I called you because I remembered that you once said it was your favorite." Mia gives you a soft smile. She's also hiding the fact that she made it just for you and only with the intention of inviting you to spend some time with her. The truth is that Mia likes you as much as you like her.

Mia was engaged to William, but it wasn't real. It was a lavender wedding, the kind where two people who are attracted to the same gender do it to avoid being judged. William and Mia were good friends and got along very well, but never in a romantic or sexual sense. They became friends in high school, which started with a math competition and gradually became a friendship. The two ended up realizing that they made a good pair and what one didn't know, the other knew well.

Mia was just trying to get a reaction from you this whole time and all she realized was that you were a shy person. It was cute, but she wanted a little more boldness from you. You could give her more.

"Hmmm... yes, it's my favorite. It's been a long time since I've tasted something this good. I mean, I don't usually make this kind of thing, it's quite tasty." You take a sip of the coffee. It's slightly warm and the sweetness seems to match the slightly bitter coffee. In reality, you didn't have much time to cook and when you did, it was something practical just to avoid eating junk food.

"I'm glad you liked it, dear." Mia says and you don't understand why she's smiling in such a seductive way to you. The noise you made, however small and not even close to a moan, left her slightly stimulated. Her panties got slightly wet, and the way you were eating the dessert and licking the spoon made her have a small thought that required a lot of control not to blush.

"Oh, you seem to really like this, it's really cute actually, I'm glad I called you" Mia really thought it was adorable that you were eating the pie with such gusto, at the moment the only thing that crossed her mind was to put her hand on your thigh and lean in to kiss you, she just ate a piece of the pie while watching you.

Of course you felt Mia's eyes simply burning a hole in your skin and you thought it was because you were eating too fast or just too much, you awkwardly wiped the corner of your mouth "Sorry I must look starving right now" you laughed and she smiled at you, wow she still hasn't stopped looking at you with her emerald green eyes, in fact she leaned in.

If she said what she had in mind, she wants to ask if you would eat it like you were eating that pie, with that smile on your face and getting all messy like you were doing, she leans over and runs her finger along the corner of your lips, cleaning it, while her other hand simply holds your chin "I would never think that of you, I just have my mind far away" she says and simply after cleaning the corner of your lips she simply licks her own finger, feeling the lemon taste, very indirectly from your lips.

You simply gasp a little at this but close your mouth, she was really teasing you, it's not possible even if it was just a reflex it was a provocative reflex "I don't think you need to taste the pie from the corner of my lips if there's a large part of it in front of us" you say, it's not meant to be a provocation but that's exactly what it seemed like, and Mia loved it.

Maybe your slight boldness in saying what you thought had made her more excited because she was literally devouring you with her eyes now "because it was on your lips and what interests me is not the pie but the taste of your lips" Mia speaks so shamelessly being excited simply makes people uninhibited.

"and why don't you try it since you're so close to me?" you say with your breath starting to catch in your throat and she simply leans even more squeezing your thigh gently.

"I was just waiting for permission to do this" and she actually kisses you her sweet lips against yours and the kiss tastes great of lemon, one of Mia's hands goes to your neck and the other continues to squeeze your thigh, yours wraps around her waist pulling her onto your lap, the kiss becomes deep as she gives way for your tongue to slide it's not a dispute for dominance just a wonderful kiss, your tongue was cold against hers and she loved it, Mia was making little noises during the kiss.

And God it was so good, the kiss was perfect it seemed to fit so well, your hand quickly went down her spine to her ass her dress rode up and there was nothing better than pushing that dress up even higher "I think I like your dresses even more, the practicality is charming" you whisper to her and she lets out a small laugh at that, you continue running your hand over her ass and stop over her lace panties the thin fabric against Mia's lightly tanned body.

"Do you like it? If I tell you that I chose it thinking of you? Both the dress and the panties, including... I'm already so wet for you" Mia whispers in a seductive tone in your ear, the panties were light pink lace with the lace being printed with flower embroidery, you have never felt so much desire as you do now.

"Just for me? God you are making me lose my mind" you say and pull the fabric against her skin gently hitting it generating a small whimper from her, Mia then begins to grind on your thigh.

"Hmmm... come on fuck me baby, you don't know how much I've wanted this for so long" Mia seems needy for you and she gently drags her hand over your face and chest, you feel that engagement ring against your skin, you remember that this is wrong.

"Hmmm... Mia and your fiancé?, William, are you still engaged to him and...." you are cut off by her ripping the ring off your finger and simply leaning in to kiss you again, this time softer and more superficial like a peck.

"It's a lavender wedding my beautiful, we don't love each other we're just friends, we're both homosexual" Mia says then it seems to make complete sense the two of them have never really kissed in front of anyone just held hands and besides that they barely looked like a couple.

"Hmmm that makes sense now" you whisper and she laughs at that, your hand squeezes her ass and she lets out a soft sigh, and leans against your body.

"Let's go to the bedroom, darling. I need you so badly." Mia says, and then you make a small show of strength by picking her up in your arms bridal style. She laughs at that, and then you take her to the bedroom. You noticed that even the bedrooms were separate. You entered the second one where Mia indicated. There was a double bed, a table in the corner with her work material as a teacher, and shelves with books. The bed was covered in a dark pink and the walls were painted white and pink. Next to the bed, there was a lamp. The floor was covered with a black plush carpet.

You only took a few seconds to analyze it, but when you quickly got in, you threw her on the bed. She liked it. She simply pulled you to her and kissed you again. This time, her hands began to remove your pants, unbuttoning them and taking them off. She did the same with your blouse, starting to unbutton them. "What my clothes have in practice is what yours has in difficulty." She laughs at that between kisses. You were going for her neck and kissed her softly before starting to help her.

"Nothing is impossible to remove, my dear," you say and begin to remove your own pants and blouse, leaving you only in a black bra and panties. You go back to her and begin to remove her dress, and you simply remove it from her shoulder, sliding it down and then pulling it off. The lingerie she was wearing was really beautiful, and even more beautiful was seeing her beautiful breasts pressed together in her bra. Mia had freckles all over her skin and simply looked adorable.

"Hmmm, you seem to have really enjoyed that. Let me give you a better view," Mia says and then unbuttons her own bra, and when her breasts are finally free, God, you just want to go up and not stop.

"You are so hot, so beautiful, you look like a goddess," you say to her, and she just smiles. Your hand automatically moves to her chest, rubbing and squeezing them. They are soft and large. The tanned skin contrasted with the light beige of her nipple. In addition to squeezing, you tilt your head and simply begin to kiss, suck and lick.

"Oh that's right my beautiful, you have such a good mouth" Mia says with a tone halfway between clipped, her hands go to your hair sliding through the strands and pulling, for you you could spend the day just sucking her nipple and pulling with your tongue, Mia starts to move below you as if looking for a little fixation.

"I forgot about your beautiful, needy pussy. Let me pay attention to you." You say and move your body away from hers a little. Moving down a little, you start a trail of kisses from her breasts to her belly to the bottom of her stomach. Mia's breath catches as you continue down and go to her warmth, kissing where a wet spot is already rising on the fabric.

"Don't tease me, darling, just... oh, be good to me and I'll be good to you." Mia pulls your hair with a slight force. You comply with her request and start to remove her panties. Her body looks even more beautiful. The fabric slides between her legs and you have a great view of her pussy. It looks delicious. Mia only had a small amount of hair there, the exact same color as her hair. She parts her legs for you and it looks like an entrance straight to paradise.

"You're so hot, you smell so good, I want to bury myself between your thighs," you say. You have her panties in your hands, feeling the sweet smell of her excitement. It seems wonderful, but then you simply throw the panties in the pile of clothes already formed in the room and separate her thighs even more, the inner part being pinker. You bury yourself there and start to suck her, her taste seems delicious, your tongue licks and wraps around the small sensitive spot and your nose rubs against the small intimate hairs. Mia holds your hair and sets a rhythm that she likes.

"Oh that's it my love, just keep going, suck me like I'm your whore, hmmm just like that" she is sighing and biting her lower lip to keep from letting out obvious moans, while you suck her clit and follow her rhythm you decide to add more stimulation and start rubbing your fingers against her pussy, she is already so wet for you, you hear Mia mumble a curse word and then you fit two of your fingers inside her, she is still so tight, when you start moving them it seems like Mia is actually seeing stars, your fingers are in a fast and rough rhythm inside her and it is like heaven for Mia.

"Oh... God you are going to kill me like this, you are really good at what you do" Mia lets out the words in broken pieces, her body reacts well to your stimulation she is absolutely wet with it as your fingers enter and leave her in a fast and rough rhythm it is perfect it makes her feel like never before even more with your mouth simply sucking her so well she feels like she is going to melt.

Mia's noises only grow, moans and whimpers, she seems so wet, she has one hand on the sheet pulling and the other on your hair pulling too but for you to go exactly where she wants, Mia's thighs seemed like they were going to suffocate you with those beautiful thighs, you hold on to her thigh trying to keep her still.

"hmmmm (y/n) fuck I'm so close hmmm...keep it up" you could feel her shaking beneath you she removed her hand from your hair and is holding on to the sheet her moans only grow and get louder with time, you focus on her clit sucking and licking while your fingers go in and out in a steady rhythm.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum for you" Mia starts to sigh and after a few seconds of sucking you and enough to send her over the edge, she comes at you hard, you can feel the bittersweet taste on her lips it seems perfect, her taste feels magnificent on your lips to the point that you can't control yourself and simply lean forward while she was breathing heavily and kiss her.

The kiss is so good, her lips against yours the taste of her in your mouth, she is still breathless but invigorated you can feel her hands undoing your bra, the clasp opens without you even noticing and her breasts are exposed she gently covers one of them, with her hand squeezing and massaging it, meanwhile you kiss her and she sucks your tongue feeling her taste on your lips.

"Hmmm you're so good at what you do really..." Mia whispers she looks slightly disheveled now with her messy hair but it only looks even better, she pulls you to her and takes your panties out of the way, she goes back to kissing you again.

"Hmmm you still look quite excited" you say in a teasing tone and feel Mia taking off your panties and aligning her intimacy with yours which you really like and help her by pulling her body against yours, your pussy is already so wet, when yours comes into contact with hers the wet sound is audible and delicious to hear, your intimacy against her intimacy and hers against yours.

"I'll always be excited to be with you my love" she whispers in your ear as the two of you rub against each other Mia leans in and kisses your body like you did with her kissing and biting your neck while her hand stays on your waist and the other goes up your breasts squeezing.

"You don't play fair Mia, I'll end up coming undone in seconds" you are wet and Mia saying these things and touching you doesn't help much, you love the way she touches you squeezing your breast massaging in a hoarse and slightly clipped tone while the two of you continue this activity, Mia leans in and then starts kissing you while the two of you are against each other.

"hmmm fuck you're delicious you know that?" you whisper as the two of you kiss her grip on her hips only increases as the two of you get closer.

"Oh... God I feel close again" Mia whispers separating her lips from yours and runs her hands over your neck while holding back some moans and God you rubbing yourself against her feels perfect the wetness only seems to grow even more.

"Hmmm...let's go together my love, let's play together" you whispered in her ear and after a few more rubs you finally both came at the same time, the wetness between your legs just grows and looks delicious, Mia leans against your body and rests her head in the crook of your neck.

"Hmmm if I knew it would feel this good I would have done it sooner" Mia says laughing and you gently rub her back the little brown dots of freckles dotting her skin it looked just adorable.

"If I knew you wanted me I wouldn't have kept it a secret, but I'm glad you invited me to eat the pie...I ended up eating something else too" you say and Mia punches your arm you gently separate your private part from hers and you can see a little wet potion there Mia also looks down.

"We need to take a shower, that's a fact." Mia says and laughs. You're both sweaty and well...dirty. As if you were just following what you were told, you get up and go to the bathroom in her room.

You both get under the shower and clean yourselves. Mia gives you small kisses and washes your body, and you do the same with her. The hot shower seems perfect, but the question pops into your head.

"Shall we spend more time together?" You ask as you clean her body. It would be terrible to find out that it was just one night, you and her.

Mia sighs and looks at you, batting her eyelashes and wrapping her arms around your neck. "I don't want you for one night. I want you for a lifetime, so no, I hope we can spend more time together." Mia says and your heart calms down. She gives you a soft kiss on the lips and caresses your cheek.

After the shower, Mia lends you a pair of panties and pajamas. You both lie down on the bed together and cuddle up to sleep. She lies on your chest and you have your arms around her waist. She was sleeping on your chest and all you could think about was how wonderful today was and how much you love her. So you say, "I love you, Mia Stone. So much it hurts." You whisper softly and close your eyes to sleep. "I love you even more than you can imagine, my beautiful one." You didn't expect her to answer, but she did. You only said it because you thought she was sleeping, but well, she was awake and heard it. After that, she snuggled even closer to you, hugging you, and you stroked her hair. The two of you started to really sleep together.

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[elvisabutler]

hiii! absolutely loooove your writing!!

was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about either Elvis or Austin and he helps reader when she’s on her period and super hormonal. like maybe she’s cranky and horny??

if not, totally fine!! my periods been vicious this month and would love to see how you think one of them would react to it!! thanksss!

crimson

summary: you are having a bit of a rough go around this time with your period and your boyfriend- well he just wants to help. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 1432 warning: oral ( f receiving ). implied potential p in v sex ( future ). period sex. blood. descriptions of period cramps. author’s note: so hi anon. i have no idea how you feel about me making this a plus sized reader and having this be a period sex smut but at the very least i hope you enjoy. but also thank you for the compliment about my writing! i went for austin because well- because @butlersxbirdy helped me choose and because truly i have been lacking in my austin content lately. if the mood strikes i might write something come- well probably when my period comes next with them like in the damn bubble bath or curled up in bed. also you don't have to read it this way but in my head for some reason- i kind of saw this as being in the same universe as pop goes the bump. don't ask me why but ya know. also moodboard is not indicative of the color of the reader's skin. i just have wanted to use the beanie and austin pics since i saw them.

Your best friends today have been your bed, a heating pad, copious amounts of chocolate and a sweatshirt that Austin wore despite being far too big on him and making him look like a very tall Ariana Grande. All in all, you've had worse periods with less assistance than you do now. You've had worse periods alone with nothing to comfort you. Sure, you're technically alone right this second, but according to Austin there was something about the way you answered the phone, all vicious snapping and vitriol spewed from your lips that clued him in to the possibility that maybe- just maybe you might be on your period. Maybe you could use some company in your time of need and pain.

The thing is you and Austin pride yourself on being honest with each other, telling each other when something bothers you or when something doesn't work clothes wise or actions wise. It's how you can tolerate the gossip of him with costars and the gossip of people thinking there's no way he'd be with you. You know there's every way he would be with you because he tells you why he's with you. It's easy to realize and understand. The downside to this is that sometimes he forgets that there's a time for tact and little white lies. Case in point the exact words that leave his mouth when he opens the bedroom door to find you in a blanket burrito and with Bridgerton playing on your television.

"You look like shit." He murmurs, leaning against the door as his eyes trail over your body.

You wait a moment before you respond, wondering if he honestly just said that before you finally glare at him. You like to think if it could the look would murder him. "Great boyfriend you are, asshole. I feel like shit so if it feels like shit, smells like shit and looks like shit, it might just be shit."

Austin for his part winces at your words, realizing that what he said was uncalled for and probably did more harm than good even though he had meant it to be playful. It takes him a second to stop leaning against the door and slowly walk over to your shared bed, carefully as if he thought you were a caged animal ready to strike and kill him. "Or it might just be a woman experiencing a very rough week," he states calmly, as the bed dips with his weight next to you. "Taken your pain meds?"

"More than my liver would have liked me to." You answer, the words coming out as a bit of a whine as another cramp seizes and twists at your insides. "It hasn't helped that much. They're normally-"

Your eyes shut from the pain as it cuts off your words and Austin finds himself pulling you into his arms, rubbing your back in some form of comfort. "They're not normally this bad, I know baby."

"I woke up at 4AM like this. I'm tired, I hurt, I want to eat my weight in every food known to man and I'm-" You stop yourself and feel your blood rush to your ears and head in embarrassment as you shift a little next to him, trying to find some relief. He doesn't need to hear the last part, that's too much to ask of him or anyone.

Austin watches you, watches how you are on a roll explaining what's wrong until you get to the last bit of what's bothering you. He notices how you stop and start to shift against the bed a little in a way he only knows you to when you're- well- when you're feeling horny. Ever the actor though, he manages to school his face into something that doesn't give away that he might have a clue as to what's going on. His hand moves from your back to your hips, rubbing in a motion that's meant to be comforting but that he also know has a tendency to drive you wild. "You're what? Does it have something to do with how you're moving against the bed?"

A breath catches in your throat as you feel the warmth of the embarrassment you feel flood your body. Of course Austin would catch on, he knows you. He knows how you are and knows every single one of your tells. "Austin- Don't, it's nothing, if you're not going to be helpful or comforting just-"

Your words are stopped by a shaky exhale as you feel Austin's lips on your neck, trailing down to your chest. "I want to be helpful and comforting. I want you to feel better, babe," he whispers against your skin before pulling away slightly as his hand moves to cup your breast, noting how you hiss in equal parts pleasure and pain. "Too much?"

"Just the nipple. Not the whole thing." You answer, grinding against the bed a little. "They hurt too much to be touched."

A hum leaves Austin's lips as he keeps up his work, his thumb flicking at your nipple, sending shocks down to your core. Between your legs is throbbing not only because of the pain your period has wrought but because of how that simple touch has your clit aching for attention. Attention you're praying that Austin will provide it as he moves to be on the floor by the bed and tries to pull you to the very edge. It's a position he's been in once before, it's a position you've seen him in multiple times since you first started dating and yet in this moment you want to keep your legs shut, trying to keep your desires to yourself before you hear a chuckle. "Babe. Let me, please. Consider it my last ditch attempt to make you feel better."

It's as if those words are the magic ones to hear as you open up your legs, shivering at Austin's touch on your thighs. At his subtle squeezing of the plump fat of them and at how he takes your underwear and your shorts off with an ease that makes you love him that much more. Your hands drift to his hair, messing with it, allowing your fingers to grasp at his locks and yank just slightly earning a groan from him. Your thighs tighten around his head reflexively as he inches closer and closer to your cunt and yet he still manages to make his way there. His tongue laps at your clit, earning a sharp cry from you at the new sensation. You swear you feel his lips curl into a smirk as he continues a soft and slow onslaught, licking gently while stoking the fire of arousal within you. It makes your stomach clench in a way that is a little painful but feels like it's relaxing at the same time. It's a clench that promises relief at the end instead of an unending deluge of pain. Your chest heaves as Austin takes a hand and moves to play with your nipples once again and you feel something- you feel what you think is an orgasm start to build within you as you try to use your grip to pull him away. Only to have him shake his head and take your clit between his lips and just suck at it.

That action, that simple action that normally you detest has your thighs tightening so much around his head that you're liable to hurt him as you come, your fingers yanking at his hair and a low moan leaving your body as the coil of tension inside you and the sheer clench and twist of your insides relaxes at least for now. You try to catch your breath and relax your legs as Austin pulls away from between your legs and continues to play with your nipple almost absentmindedly.

His mouth is red, almost like messed up lipstick and you can't help but feel your cunt clench a little in want for more. The two of you stare at each other before he smiles and raises his eyebrows. "Better?"

Your eyes take in how his pupils are flushed and how his cock is pressing against his pants and you can't help but lick your lips and grind against your bedsheets once more. "I think I might need one more- dose, Austin. Just to be safe."

A smirk crosses his lips as he moves back to his former position, ready to give you what you ask for. "Just one more. Then we'll see if you need something stronger."

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[thedeerman]

Niffty’s Story

This is my interpretation of Niffty’s backstory and how she ended up in Hell. It’s part of Do You Want To Know, so check it out if you like this!

It was a pretty quiet evening at the bar, Angel had somehow gotten the day off of work. It gave him some time to recover from his injuries, which was a blessing. Without much else to do, Husk decided to listen in on the conversation unfolding in front of him. When he heard the content matter, he thought to himself, this’ll be good.

“Okay, but if you wanna know, I have to set the scene! And no interrupting.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be quiet.”

“So it starts, I dunno, towards the end of the 1940’s, maybe?”

We met when I was young, about 16, I think. I’d lived in my hometown for my whole life, but he had only just moved there. He was older than me, a lot older. Almost twice my age. But he was exactly my type. A bad boy. The kind that broke the rules, that did what everyone said not to. The kind that snuck around behind your house late at night to throw pebbles at your window even though he knew he wasn’t supposed to be there. The kind that would wink at you from across the church during the service just so you’d blush, or secretly stick a tiny note in your hand with the address he’d wait for you at later on…

He took a liking to me just as fast as I did to him. It started with a couple of glances and smiles, but it wasn’t long before I started skipping school just to spend the day with him. My Ma didn’t like it, but Daddy didn’t mind. He said it was good that I’d found myself a man so early in life. I dropped out of school before I finished, there wasn’t much reason to have a diploma when I already knew what I was going to do. I was going to be a wife.

It was great at first. We got married when I was 17 and my Daddy helped us buy a nice house across town. It wasn’t big or fancy, but I loved it. I loved everything about our house when we first moved there. The floors, the rooms, the garden, the kitchen, the huge, beautiful windows. I loved it because it was mine. It was ours.

My husband was so kind in the beginning. He was that flirty, confident, charming man that moved into town from far away and swept me off my feet. But slowly, he became someone else. Someone less kind. Someone that was still fun and charming when there were other people around, but at home it was different.

It was like there were two different versions of him, and everyone but me got the good one. The one that was funny and kind. It was so strange, seeing the way everyone loved him. The way they spoke about him like he was the best man alive, how they complimented me on my 'catch' of a husband. They loved him the way I did before, not seeing the other side. The other side was… Not great.

My husband, at home, was angry. At just about everything. At the neighbors (they’re watching us, I swear). At the dog (if you don’t get that fucking thing out of my way, I’ll put it out on the curb). At me (What the fuck were you talking about with him? It doesn’t take that long to get the fucking mail).

I did my best to hold my tongue, but sometimes I spoke out of turn. And when I did, he went from yelling to hitting. He didn’t hold back either. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house without him, so he didn’t care where the bruises landed. I had a black eye so often I started to not recognize my reflection without it. I liked to hide the handprints on my neck though, so I tended to wear a scarf. But things just went that way, back then. That’s just what being a wife was like.

And after the anger? I’d never been so pampered in my life! He would apologize over and over, cry in my arms, profess his undying love to me, and buy me anything my heart desired. He would even take me out places, sometimes. That’s what I wanted to do most, I wanted to go places. See things. Things other than the view out of my big, beautiful windows. And he knew it, so that’s the only time I got it. When he was sorry.

And that’s how it was for years. The home I used to love became my prison. I was so alone, with no one but myself and my little dog. And my husband. Can you really blame me when I say that, as much as I wanted to avoid setting him off, I started to do it on purpose? I would do something wrong, knowing it would make him angry. Leave a dish in the sink overnight or not iron his tie right or not have dinner ready as soon as he got home from work.

The wait was the worst part, honestly. Waiting for him to see what I’d done and find his way over to me, grabbing me by my hair or my shirt to drag me to where he’d show me what I’d done. But instead of bowing my head and saying how sorry I was, I would look him in the eye. And when he asked if I was sorry, I would say no.

And then it would happen again, another set of bruises. Another black eye. Another round of gifts and apologies and makeup sex. Thank Satan we never had children. I would’ve hated bringing them into that. But that’s how it went for a good few years. I'd be lonely, I’d make him mad, he’d hurt me, he’d give me what I wanted, and then it would start all over from the beginning.

Anyway! Now that the scene is set... To answer your question, this one day came when it had been a long time since I’d been out, away from the house. Months, maybe. The same thing had happened, I upset him, he hurt me, but now I got what I wanted. And all I wanted was to go out. So that’s what we did. We went to church in the morning, I hadn’t been in some time. I saw my parents and some old friends, and I was so happy.

During the service, my husband gave me one of those flirty winks that he used to all those years ago at this same church. It reminded me of how I’d fallen for him, and the things I loved about him when we met. It made me think for a minute, ‘ How did things get so royally fucked up?’ I mean, why is it that everyone else got all the best parts of him and I only got… Whatever the rest was?

He had promised to take me to the park down the road to feed the ducks, it was something we’d done together before we were married. I'd loved those little moments that we used to have. But he insisted we stop back home first, so we did. And when we walked into the kitchen, there was a knife in the sink. It had only been there since that morning, but for some reason it just set him off.

He told me that he changed his mind, that he didn’t think I deserved any more time out of the house, seeing as the amount of time I had to do my chores wasn’t enough. I didn’t understand, he usually didn’t do this. If he was sorry, he was sorry for at least a day. He didn’t get angry again for some time, usually. Not unless I was really pushing my luck.

But here he was, having given me the full punishment and was cutting my reward short. My very long-awaited reward. I couldn’t believe it. Something felt different inside me after that. Something broke, maybe. Or shifted. Or just changed. I’m not sure, but it never changed back.

I was going to just do as he said, just clean the thing and maybe bake him something nice and ask to go to the park the next day. That sometimes worked. But then, as I was cleaning the knife, I heard a ‘yelp!’ I turned around and my poor doggy was limping, and my husband was yelling at her. He said he was tired of tripping over her, that he never should have gotten her for me, that she was a mistake and so was I.

My husband picked up my poor little dog by the collar and opened the window and threw her right out. It was the first floor of the house, so she didn’t have far to go. But she wasn’t a puppy anymore and she took the fall hard. She was yelping and crying, and my husband was still yelling at her through the window.

I didn’t even know I still had the knife in my hand until I got closer to him. I was angry. I was tired. I was done with him. Now he’d gone and done this. I saw the knife in my hand and I thought… Why not? Why shouldn’t I treat him the way he treats me? And I didn’t have an answer. I wasn’t planning to kill him, but I wanted him to hurt. So I jabbed him with the knife, right in the back!

But after that, it was odd. Once I’d done it the one time, I felt like maybe it wasn’t actually enough. So I decided to do it again, and it still seemed like too little of a punishment. So I decided I’d just do a whole bunch of quick little jabs and that would do it. And then… Well, I’m not sure. I guess stabbing was just too fun! Next thing I know, I’m on top of him, still stabbing. I’m not even sure if he made noise, I was laughing too loud to hear much else. Blood was all over. My face, my arms, my clothes, my floor, even my gorgeous picture windows were splattered with red. I hadn’t had such a rush in… probably my whole life!

After I got tired of the stabbing, I decided that now I could do as I pleased. I didn't know if my husband was dead, and I hardly cared. My dress was covered in blood, but I figured it might just look like a red dress to whoever passes by. So I put a fresh apron over it and gathered my kitchen scraps and walked to the park. My poor little dog had wandered off, I recall thinking how much I hoped she’d come home.

But as I got to the park and sat at the bench, I noticed a good few people looking at me. Maybe my dress wasn’t so normal looking after all. Or was it the rest of the blood? I'd hardly even wiped my face; it was still sticky with his blood. I didn’t have it in me to care. I sat and tossed scraps to the ducks for quite some time. I remember thinking that I should miss my husband, I should be turning to say something to him and then realizing he isn’t there. I should be mourning. But I wasn’t, I didn’t miss him at all. For the first time in five years, I was free. I sat there, giggling to myself. I felt great!

I didn't even pay any attention to the blood still on my hands, and the ducks were eating up bits of it that smeared onto the vegetables I was feeding them.

That was where I died, by the way. That park. Someone must've called the police when they saw me covered in blood walking down the street. They came and found me not long after, I think maybe the blood all over scared them. Or the smile. I hadn’t been able to stop smiling, I was so happy. I didn’t quite catch what they were saying when they spoke to me, so I stood to get closer.

But suddenly, I wasn’t walking forwards anymore. Something had pushed me back, like I had been shoved really hard in the chest. And then again. And then a third time. I was still smiling, just a bit confused? But the third one knocked me off balance, and I think it might have hit me somewhere important too.

I fell backwards, hit the ground, and the last thing I saw was a little bug in the grass. It was all red, of course. Blood was everywhere! I don’t know if it was my husband’s or mine or maybe both. I don’t remember much after that other than wondering… Shouldn’t I hear my blood rushing? Where did my heartbeat go?

Angel’s eyes were wide with horror as he cleared his throat and said, “Uhh… Niff, I asked about the best day of your life. Like, the one you enjoyed the most?”

Niffty let out a giggle as she rolled her eye and looked at Husk, who was just shaking his head. Finally he said, “She heard ya, Angel.”

Check out the rest of Do You Want To Know? here!

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine dating Team Avatar

Incluidng: What they do when they realise they like you, how you get together, how they act when you start dating, what they’re like as a partner, what others think of your relationship, how they defend you, the L word, how they react to compliments, family, how they celebrate your birthday, careers, fights, working out together, pets and more!

Dating Ozai’s Agels version here​

Katara

The lovely Katara, she's an overthinker and so when she realises she likes you she overthinks big time! Sure the two of you have great chemistry but what if you're just like that with everyone? You might've told Toph she was your ideal type but does that mean you're really interested in her? Yes she can't seem to get you out of her head but what if she ruins your friendship by telling you?

She's a mess and so enter her loudmouth brother (I say that with love) to the *rescue*

Sokka of course knows Katara likes you and teases her anytime you enter the room. This makes Katara very angry and she nearly always ends up exploding. You somehow never noticed though, you just assumed it was siblings being siblings and had no clue you were anything to do with it.

One day however Katara was in a bad mood and so when Sokka started teasing her about you she lost it. Sokka was also in a bad mood and he snapped back. You witnessed the siblings getting worse and worse and tried to stop it when Sokka yelled "well it's not my fault you're too much of a coward to tell y/n you like her!".

*Silence*

Katara was as still as a statue and that scared Sokka. "Katara...Katara" he said "yell at me or slap me with water. Just say something". In response Katara just ran from the room. Sokka went to follow but you asked to go instead. You found her crying nearby and went to comfort her. Katara assumed it was because you were a nice person until you told her you liked her too. Then Katara beamed up at you, her beautiful blue eyes still shining with tears which you wiped away gently. "Want me to help you get back at Sokka?" you asked. That’s how Katara knew you were perfect for her. 

So the two of you started dating and it was bliss. There’s something called a honeymoon period when a couple starts dating which is where the first few weeks/months are complete bliss and happiness. Well Katara gave you the most honeymoon of honeymoon periods. She is a caring and romantic person so you got special treatment. Every morning she'd compliment you or tell you something new she'd noticed about you like that speckle in your eye or the way you pronounce a word. She'd create adorable well-thought-out nicknames for you and would bring you random gifts like flowers just because. She'd leave small love notes and poems around for you to find to show how much she cares for you. For your one-month anniversary, she creates a small ice sculpture of your favourite animal.

Even after the honeymoon phase Katara remains a caring partner. She's always there if you need to cry or rant about how your day was. She never forgets a single thing you tell her and always smiles when you walk through the door.

Of course she's also always there with her extraordinary healing powers which she uses anytime you get injured or even just for massages sometimes when you’re stressed.

Katara's friends and family love you. Sokka claims he's the reason the two of you got together and calls you his family pretty much from the start. Toph says the two of you were too lovey-dovey but even she has to admit you're perfect for each other.

Aang...has nothing but nice things to say about you two! Of course dating the Avatar's ex-girlfriend is terrifying to say the least. If Aang wanted to he could just drop you down a volcano or air-bend you to Ba Sing Sei but this is Aang we're talking about. He'll always care about Katara and if you can make her happy in a way he couldn't...then he's thrilled. He’d probably even thank you one day for making her smile so much. Honestly he’s the best ex-partner you could ever have!

Katara might seem like the loving caring motherly figure but the quickest way to anger her is to hurt you in any way. Katara is one of the most powerful benders in the world so obviously protecting you physically is a piece of cake and she won’t hesitate to use her bending to lightly knock someone away from you or smack anyone being rude to you. She’s also not afraid to verbally defend you and hell hath no fury like a waterbender scorned. Once you had to physically drag her away from a man she was trying to fight because he made an unsolicited comment about your appearance. He totally deserved to go one-on-one with Katara but you didn’t want her getting into trouble with the authorities again so let him get away with it...this time.

Katara would say "i love you" pretty quickly. She'd probably already have strong emotions for you before you even started dating so when you actually got together it didn't take long for her to fall in love with you. Katara would be nervous to tell you but also wouldn't be able to wait for long. So she'd probably just take you to one side on a random evening and explain she has something to tell you. Her hands would shake while she said it and she'd be watching you to look for any hint of disapproval but when you gasped and smiled she melts.

Katara always blushes when you compliment her and no matter how long you’ve been together she still gets butterflies in her stomach when you do. So of course you do it even more seeing the affect it has on her. Katara isn’t one to big herself up. She just gets on with things and (like a lot of women) never expects any credit for it. So you make sure to always compliment her and try to tell her something you like about her every single day. 

Katara takes you to her tribe pretty quickly because her culture is of course very important. You are a nervous wreck and recruit Sokka for help. You want to learn all the customs and every bit of history so you can leave a good impression. Sokka loves his professor role and takes to it a little too well...he basically becomes mad with power. The night before your journey Katara can't find you and wanders the house you're staying at trying to find you. She hears Sokka's voice coming from the library which is weird because he went to bed hours ago. She steps inside to see Sokka yelling questions at you. "What is going on?" she asked and you both freeze. "Katara...hey" you said and Sokka glared "who dares disturb my lesson?". "Lesson? What lesson?" Katara asked and Sokka shrugged "the lesson to make y/n a master of water tribe history and customs, duh? Now get out! Y/n isn't allowed to leave until she can recite all our past tribe leaders". "Is this why you've been so tired lately?" Katara asked you "you've been sneaking here to study at night?". "And at dawn too" Sokka said "and sometimes in the day if I feel like giving y/n a quiz". "Woah that's a lot" Katara said "y/n you know you don't need to do this right?" Katara asked. Sokka went to argue that of course you had to do this when Katara kicked him out of the room using water bending. "I know I don't have to do this but I want to" you told Katara "I want to know everything I can about your culture so I can respect it and honour it properly. Plus I want your family and tribe to like me so there's that too...I just want to make this visit as perfect as possible". Katara shook her head "that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard but it still doesn't excuse overworking yourself like this". "It doesn't?" you asked and Katara shook her head "not at all! Plus y/n your dedication to being respectful and your willingness to learn new customs is already a huge indication you're going to do great. I think it's really sweet how much you've thought about it and I know my whole tribe will think so too, they’re going to love you!". "You really think so?" you asked and Katara nodded "of course! Plus I'll be beside you every step of the way to help".

Katara LOVES birthdays and always makes yours as special as she possibly can. She’d have things planned from start to finish. You’d wake up to breakfast in bed and do your favourite morning activity together like baking or reading. Then in the afternoon she’d take you out for a nice lunch and you’d open up your presents from her (which are always amazing because it’s Katara). Then you’d go home and do something fun like watch your favourite movie together or play a new game she got you. In the evening, she’d invite all your friends and family around to celebrate. She’d have all your favourite food and drinks and would make sure everything was exactly how you liked it. She’d also be constantly checking up on you to make sure you were having a good time and if anyone and I mean anyone caused a scene or made you unhappy they’d be out of there before Aang can say yip yip. You’d be exhausted by the end of the night but would feel so loved and appreciated.  

Katara might be a little inclined to go overboard supporting you with your career just because typically in her tribe one person worked and the other supported. So you’d have to keep an eye on that and ensure she wasn’t putting your career ahead of her own. You’d encourage her to use her skill as the greatest water bender in the world and she’d set up a school specifically for female benders. Katara would be shocked when you told her career-wise, you’d follow her lead because she hadn’t ever expected a partner like that. You’d work out a balance where you’re both supporting each other and it’s a beautiful partnership.

When the two of you have a fight it's very emotional and intense...but is over pretty quickly. We've seen Katara has a temper and so she'd snap and go from 1 to 100 pretty quickly. You'd both scream at each other for like 10 minutes but then one of you would get upset or say something you didn't mean and you'd both calm down and realise how silly the fight was. Katara always apologises after an argument and then it's like nothing ever happened.

You and Katara do not exercise together. You tried once and Katara got too competative. She’d notice how far you’d ran on the treadmill and want to beat you, so she’d increase her speed. You’d noticed what she was doing and also pick up speed, which made Katara increase her speed again until you were both running far too fast. Long story short you fell of the treadmill, Katara had to heal you and you were asked not to come back to that gym anymore. So exercising seperately works for you! 

I can't see Katara with pets just because she seems a lot more kid-focused than animal-focused. However if you're not kid-focused that doesn't mean you can't get a pet! Katara would be tending to the neighbours' kid while you're busy playing with their dog or something. "Y/n come look at the new baby" Katara called and you nodded "yeah one second...who's a good girl? Who's a good girl?" you asked stroking the neighbour's polar bear dog. You didn't end up getting around to holding the baby and that was just fine with you.                      

Katara is just an incredibly kind and considerate partner. She makes you feel loved and special every day and she really does have the biggest heart in the world. You’re a lucky person. 

Zuko

Zuko doesn't realise he likes you until someone points it out to him and it would probably be Sokka too. He'd see you and Zuko just enjoying each other's company and ask Zuko why he hasn't asked you out yet. "Y/n? Because we're just friends!". "Are you sure about that because you smile every time she comes around". Zuko snorted "I think i'd know if I liked y/n..." then he thought about it for a few seconds and his jaw dropped. "There he goes" Sokka smirked.

Once Zuko realises he likes you he panics. He becomes the most awkward person in the world around you and blushes pretty much anytime you speak to him. You notice something weird is going on and ask Zuko if something's wrong. "Everything's completely fine! Why would you think anything's wrong?" he replied his voice getting higher towards the end. "Just you seem really tense and nervous, you keep pacing around and staring at your feet". Zuko's breath began to speed up and he was in full panic mode. "I have no idea what you mean!". Zuko was getting ready to rush out of the room when you smiled "would you maybe like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?". Zuko paused "pardon?". "A date?" you repeated "with me". "Sokka told you didn't he!" Zuko cried and you shook your head "not at all...I just heard you talking about it. I didn't overhear the whole conversation but from how you've been acting I think I can guess what you said so...how about it? Would you like to go on a date?". Zuko nodded I'd love to!" and that was that.

You thought once you started dating Zuko would be less awkward but no. He was just as unsure and bashful but he got more confident with time. His only other relationship had been with his childhood sweetheart so of course this was all new to him and you had to show him the ropes a little. He really enjoyed all the stereotypical dates and the first time you got him flowers he nearly cried.

Zuko isn't the most intuitive partner but he has the best intentions. He's not good at sensing what you need or being able to tell your mood from looking at you but he's a fire bender not a mind reader! So communication is really important and the second you tell him you need something, he won’t hesitate to give it you.

Zuko’s friends are happy the second Zuko tells them he’s found someone. Being the Firelord at such a young age can be really lonely, especially seeing as he has no family around…but lately they had noticed a change in him. He’d been smiling more and his shoulder were more relaxed. The pressures of the throne hadn’t been affecting him as much and they all wondered why…until he introduced you.

For Zuko to tell them about you they know he must really like you and when they see you together that becomes very clear. Zuko just brightens around you and for good reason, you’re kind and caring and clearly want the best for him. So they all pretty much accept you into the group right away.

Zuko’s ex Mai is an impressive member of the Fire Nation society, not to mention one of Zuko’s few childhood friends so she’s always going to be in Zuko’s life. Your first meeting Zuko is terrified and has guards at the ready in case Mai decides to play target practice but Zuko should know by now Mai isn’t dramatic. She brings Ty lee as a middle person and greets you formally but warmly. “Welcome to the Fire Nation! Don’t worry we’re not all obsessed with honour like Zuko or permanently peppy like Ty lee. Some of us are normal…or well normal-ish” Mai says “this is the Fire Nation”. You smile at her joke and ask her about her skill with knives and combat. You talk for a good few minutes (which for Mai is like an hour) and then both move on. Zuko lets out a breath as he sees you step away from each but he didn’t need to worry. It takes a lot to make Mai angry and her ex moving on and being happy sure isn’t going to do it.  

Zuko is one of the youngest Firelords in recent history and so he puts up with a lot of people questioning his decisions and he himself as ruler but one thing he does not tolerate is anyone trying to debate his relationship with you. Of course his advisors try the second he announces your relationship and he gives them a strict warning that the next time someone wants to speak ill of you or to pry into your life they will be off the council. He can become a big scary Firelord at times.

Zuko would have no clue how to tell you he loves you. He's so awkward and unsure he'd be a mess. You'd be able to tell something was going on because you'd catch Zuko just quietly watching you or sometimes he'd trail off midsentence. Whenever you asked him about it he'd go bright red and come up with some fake excuse like you had something on your face. Then finally it gets to be too much and he just kind of...yells it at you? It explodes out of him at some random moment and it takes a few seconds for you to work out what he's saying. "You love me?" you asked and Zuko nodded "yeah...unless you don't want me to". You laughed "of course I want you to Zuko and I love you too!". Then Zuko would do that really happy smile (see the photo above) and he'd go around the palace grinning for weeks.

Zuko. Cannot. Take. Compliments.

Even with a gun to his head, Zuko just cannot accept compliments. His brain freaks out when someone tries to pay him a compliment and he will deny all of them. You could literally say “your hair is nice and dark” and he’d disagree. This is a problem because Zuko is a guy worthy on many compliments and you cannot refrain from complimenting him. So your solution is the psychological technique for phobias called flooding. You basically just bombard Zuko with compliments until he begins to accept them. Slowly but surely it works! You’ve get him to stop verbally disagreeing with your compliments and instead he just shrugs slightly which is an amazing improvement. 

Zuko's family is complicated...half of his family adores him unrealistically the other half barely tolerates his presence. Things with Azula and Zuko are still tense but better now they're older and after hearing all his sister went through, you really want to become friends with her. Zuko is shocked because most people run from his sister but not you. At the next family gathering, you notice Azula by herself on the side and go right over to her. You introduce yourself and ask how she is. She seems shocked and gives short answers awkwardly. You do this at every event, just small regular conversations until Azula begins accustomed to your presence. When you and Zuko arrive late to Ty lee's birthday party she sweeps over to you practically sighing in relief. "Thank god you're here! You're the only person at these things I can stomach sober". You chuckled while Zuko frowns "erm Azula? I'm here too". "Yes hi Zuzu, good to see you. Now can I borrow your partner, she’s my emotional support at these things". Zuko seems surprised and looks at you to see if you're fine with it but you're smiling and nodding perfectly happy. "Okay..." he nods and watches as the two of you disappear together. You help Zuko and Azula grow closer and your kind gesture of including Azula in your lives is greatly appreciated by the princess. The two siblings become regular fixtures in each other's lives and it's all down to you.

Being a member of the royal family Zuko doesn’t understand birthdays. In his family each year of a successful reign was more important and only big birthdays really meant anything. So he doesn’t get what you do to celebrate a birthday and at first is opposed to it. “Doesn’t it get boring year after year?” he asked you the first year you celebrated his birthday and you shook your head “not at all!”. Then slowly Zuko started really liking a day only for him. He’d get so excited the days leading up to his birthday while you were secretly planning events and wrapping up his presents. He tried to pretend he doesn’t care but he struggles to sleep the night before because he can’t wait. You notice the subtle changes and when he gasps at having a whole cake just for him he knows the cat is out of the bag. “Okay so I might really like this birthday thing” he admits blushing and you smiled “I’m glad you like it Zuko”.  

Dating the Firelord would make finding a job hard because you never know if they actually want you or the Firelord's partner. So Zuko would make sure to really separate himself from your work so you can tell your company when and if you want to. Alternatively Zuko is totally cool with using his power to get you stuff so if you want to take advantage of dating the sovereign he's all for it! You want a job in your favourite flower shop? He clears a space in the palace gardens for you to practice. You want to become a doctor? All the palace doctors are your tutors. You're interested in geology? Let him just send a message to his friend Toph Beifong to explain everything she knows about rocks to you. Zuko will give as much or as little as you want.

Now Zuko is extremely hot-headed (his element is fire) so fights with him would be pretty explosive and can get heated. This is especially the case when Zuko feels insecure or hurt. He tends to lash out, saying things he didn't mean to say and then instantly regrets it. Afterwards he is distraught and pretty much does everything to make it up to you. He's really mopey when you're angry at him and when you finally forgive him he'd probably cry. He's an emotional boy our Firelord but we love him.

Working out with Zuko would be funny because he has no idea how hot he is when he works out. He has no clue he looks amazing when firebending and so just wonders why you’re staring at him. “What do I have something on my face?” he asked. “No more like you’re not wearing a shirt” you reply and Zuko blushes. “Oh...i’ll put one on. I didn’t realise”. So while you do enjoy exercising with Zuko, you don’t get much exercising done so have to work out on your own. 

Zuko already has a pet...A DRAGON! So he's got the coolest animal companion you could ever want and you'd quickly become involved in Druk's life. Meeting Druk would honestly be a pretty big deal because dragons are so key to Zuko's heritage and his nation’s future so you'd be pretty scared. But the second you touched Druk's nose with your hand you'd feel the warmth radiating from him and you'd feel the bond he has with Zuko making you feel right at home. After that Druk is a huge softie for you and often goes to you when he's done something wrong so you'll protect him from Zuko. He knows Zuko can never say no to you so you're Druk's biggest protector. You also have lots and lots of dragon rides with Zuko which make the most amazing dates.

Zuko is a passionate and emotional partner. He might sometimes do things without thinking but his intentions for you are always good and the second he feels that connection with you that’s it. You’re his everything and he’d do anything to make you happy be that opposing his council or changing the mind of his people. He’s not afraid to make hard decisions for you because at the end of the day, you make it all worth it for him.

Suki

Suki is a boss so when she realised she has feelings for you, she would be pretty upfront and just ask you out. There would be no skirting     around it or awkwardness either.

She'd of course have it all planned though, she's not the leader of the greatest warriors of all time for nothing. She'd have meticulously     organised what she wanted to say and deliver it perfectly. A little too     perfectly...you were intimidated as she made eye contact the entire time     and didn't stutter once! However after she finished she shot you a big     smile which made you relax and of course tell her you liked her too.

That's how you get together! As simple as that.

When you start dating, Suki is amazing from day one. She knows     exactly how to play it and is very cool and relaxed while also making you  feel special. She's the type to leave small gifts with handwritten notes     just because. Also flowers! She will buy you flowers and leave them in a place she knows you’ll find but not bouquets, a single rose or lily because it's less showy and more intimate.

Suki is the best girlfriend ever! As a partner she is intuitive, thoughtful and makes you smile all the time. She's not one to go over the top with lovey-dovey stuff but she always makes you feel safe and wanted. She has a pretty demanding job but she always makes time for you and keeps her promises. You know you're important to her.

Suki always smiled and makes a joke about how right you are when you compliment here but you notice quickly she doesn’t really believe you. She typically brushes away your words hiding behind her smug smile and jokes. Being part of an elite team, she doesn’t know how to admit she, individually has done something right and you aim to change that. Any time you compliment Suki and she brushes it away you stop her.

“You’re so thoughtful” you said one day when Suki bought you some blueberries on her way home just because she knew you liked them. She shrugged “I’m just amazing i know”. You smiled but shook your head “you are Suki, you’re a wonderful thoughtful person who I fall for more and more each day”. That would leave Suki silent and emotional. Slowly but surely she was starting to belive your compliments. 

The warriors would love you! They're all very supportive of one another so would be pleased to see Suki happy and welcome you with open arms. This was a little intimidating considering they were all highly skilled warriors who could kill you in seconds and there were a rather lot of them. So you were more than a little overwhelmed which Suki noticed. She dialled back her excited friends and started introducing you to them in smaller groups instead week by week. She did this gradually and never     got annoyed with you but went completely at your pace. The way Suki     handled your social anxiety made you fall for her even quicker.

Suki's ex Sokka did not handle your new relationship as well. Sokka     can be pretty immature so even though he and Suki parted on good terms he was jealous when he heard you were dating. More so because it made him feel like Suki was completely over him and had left him behind. He basically thought she'd won and he'd lost.

Sokka handled this by being rude to you. He'd make sarcastic     comments about you and anytime Katara or Aang spoke to you he'd huff and pout. However this didn't last long because Katara exploded at him and told him he better not make you feel bad just because he was insecure.

Suki happened to overhear the conversation and she took Sokka to one side and they had a talk about how they'd always be important to one     another and no new relationship could erase all the good memories that they’d had together. After that Sokka was lovely to you and he actually     officiated your partnership ceremony years later.

However when anyone who isn’t her old friend insults you Suki goes all Kyoshi Warrior on them. Suki prefers shows of force so will fight anyone who disrespects you. You had to stop her coming into your work once because you were worried she might put your manager in a chokehold. She’s very  protective of you and won’t hesitate to bring down the full force of Kyoshi on anyone. 

Surprisingly Suki would struggle with the L word. Not because she feels uncomfortable with the emotion but just because she’s not sure how to tell you. She’s quite physical so being verbally vulnerable is scary to her. She’d probably ask her sisters or Ty lee for help and they’d tell her to just take you someplace nice and be honest. 

So she takes you to a place in the Fire Nation where you had your first date. It’d be a nice quiet evening and there were only a few other     people around. Suki is good at hiding her emotions so you’d have no idea how nervous she is. She would eventually build up the courage to tell you she loved you and then reassure you it’s okay if you’re not there yet with your feelings for her. She’d finished her perfectly crafted speech and waited nervously for your response. You of course tell her you love her back and she’d smile so brightly. Then you go on to tell her everything you love about her and she’s a blushing mess. It takes a lot to make your girlfriend blush but you can do it.

When you've been dating for a few months Suki takes you to her home     on Kyoshi Island. It's a pretty big deal considering this place has shaped    her whole life and everyone in the community idolises her but she’s     mindful of what happened with her sisters previously and makes sure you're not overwhelmed. She shows you the training halls and the beautiful beaches. Of course she also goes on for like an hour explaining everything Kyoshi ever touched and you just let her talk. "Sorry..." she     says realising she's been giving a lecture not a tour "am I boring you?". You couldn't resist how happy she looked talking about Kyoshi so you shook your head "not at all, tell me more about Kyoshi's girlfriend Rangi" and Suki beamed more than happy to.

Suki is one of those people who just designs the perfect birthday. She seems to be able to guess exactly what you want and act accordingly.     So one year she throws you a big party sensing you wanted to make it a big event. The next she senses you want this one to be a quieter one so the two of you stay in the house all day and don’t even open the blinds. She’s also amazing at buying presents and always gets you exactly what you want without fail. So much so, you’re sure she’s got someone to follow you or you must’ve said what you wanted in your sleep or something. Suki insists she’s just that good.

Despite Suki having a pretty self-defining career she never let that stop you from pursuing yours. You both agreed that nobody's career comes first and when you were offered a great training opportunity in the Water Tribe Suki encouraged you to take it. You'd be gone for  around a year and would only be able to visit every month or so but Suki told you to go for it. She was so supportive sending you weekly letters and gifts. As her boss was also her friend Zuko, he brought Suki with him every time he visited the Water Tribe and allowed her free time to be with you. Being in a long-distance relationship was hard but the two of you put in the work and get through it.

When the two of you fight it’s not very serious. It takes a lot to make Suki angry, especially because she knows you'd never mean to hurt her and intent matters a lot to her. However we're all human and of course there would be times when you upset her. She'd go quiet and thoughtful and when you ask her what's wrong she tells you. Suki believes in honest  communication and the two of you would always try and talk out whatever  was happening for as long as it takes. You try to never let arguments     fester and handle them as quickly as possible. Suki is nothing if not     efficient.

Working out with Suki would be...hilarious. We've all seen that scene in the Boiling Rock episode where she takes out all the guards, runs up a wall and is basically just amazing. That's her on her morning jog each day. Suki doesn't pull her punches so you realised very quickly working out together wasn't a couple’s activity for you. Instead you go to the park or gym with her and sit at a nearby cafe and wave to her as she does her laps. You read or draw or whatever you like to do and she exercises. Then when she's done you go home together.

Suki is very busy so she wouldn't have time for a high-maintenance pet. I can see her with a cat that the two of you adopted when you moved in together. Suki would be the responsible good parent while you're the     chaotic pushover. "Suki she's hungry, I think I should feed her"  you said as your cat stared up at you. "Y/n we fed her an hour ago, she's just being greedy" Suki replied. You sighed "fine..."  and sat back down. A few minutes later you left to go to the bathroom and made a bee-line for the kitchen...only to find Suki already there. "What? How did you get past me?" you cried and Suki smiled "through Avatar Kyoshi all things are possible...now go sit back down".

You wanted to name the cat Kyoshi but Suki vetos that and you name it Yun instead

Suki is an intuative cool partner. The type you can take to any event because she will get on with the people there and enjoy it. She’s a     delight to be around and at times it feels like she’s your everything. She’s the thing keeping you going each day and the two of you make a very happy partnership. 

Sokka

Sokka takes that typical macho approach to love. When he realises he     likes you, instead of small kind gestures or just telling you, he would     tease you constantly. He'd talk to you every chance he could get and would constantly be joking or messing around. Katara can read him like a book and would just sigh "when are you going to ask her out?". "Ask who out? Y/n! That's crazy! You're crazy Katara!" Sokka cried. Katara just smiled and shook her head. 

Eventually though Sokka would realise imitating your accent or     laughing at your hairstyle (shockingly) wasn't the great flirting     endeavour he thought it was. So he'd ask you to do an activity together     and you'd say yes.

Sokka would have some pretty incorrect stereotypes about dating     which you'd have to help him unlearn. He'd been taught very traditional     things about what the role of a male and female should be in a     relationship and so might not understand what a more liberal view of that   is, but through trial and error (with a LOT of mistakes) he'd learn.

As a partner Sokka is pretty damn adorable. He'd notice every little thing about you and would bore all his friends by telling them things he found fascinating. "Do you know y/n can read things upside down? How cool is that?" he cried making Zuko and Aang frown."See that is pretty cool but maybe not relevant right now..." Zuko said glancing around at the assembled council as this was a council meeting. Sokka nodded "oh yeah got it! I'll tell you about it later". His friends would all sigh about how soppy he became anytime someone mentioned you but it was sweet really and they totally used it to their advantage...

Katara and Aang walked into the room and approached. “Hey Sokka how  are you?” Aang asked. “Fine, what do you need i’m really busy” Sokka     replied. “Oh nothing we’re just stopping by” Aang said and Sokka grunted  in response. “Hey so y/n’s arriving tomorrow isn’t she?” Katara asked.     Sokka immeidately changed. His body language relaxed and he smiled     widely “yeah, I can’t wait!”. “What time is she getting here?” Aang asked and Sokka began to tell them all the details. “That’s good...we were thinking of taking a trip next week. Would you be okay handling stuff on your own?”. “Sure no problem, also did I tell you what y/n said in her letter yesterday? She said the funniest thing...” and that was pretty much how they got Sokka to do anything. 

You got him to reduce his meat intake just by telling him it’d be nice for the two of you to try something new together. Sokka the self-proclaimed     lover of meat gave that up because you asked him to. 

Sokka's friends all liked you pretty instantly. Katara thought you were a saint for putting up with Sokka's dumb ideas and sense of humour.     Aang thought you and Sokka were very compatible and found it funny both Appa and Momo liked you more than Sokka. Toph was of course a little jealous given her crush on Sokka but even she had to admit there was nobody better matched for him than you. So she slowly got over her     jealousy. Zuko liked you because you always treated him like a friend and not like a Firelord. They all thought you helped Sokka be a better person    and made each other happy. What more could you ask for? 

Suki ironically also really liked you. At first Sokka thought she'd be jealous and was wary of the two of you meeting. He even had a whole     elaborate scheme when it was Katara's birthday so you wouldn't meet. Then he saw the two of you chatting by the refreshments and nearly died. He gasped and ran to help you "I think you should go see Katara" he     said to you forcefully trying to pull you away. "Why?" you asked pushing his hand off you "Suki and I are getting acquainted". Suki nodded "yeah we're having lots of fun discussing all the silly stuff you say". "Wait you know who each other are?" Sokka asked and you both laughed. "Duh!" Suki smiled "I'm a trained warrior, I can pick up on things". You nodded "and she's literally wearing her captain's uniform...so that made it pretty     easy". Sokka blinked "and you're...okay with one another?". "Why wouldn't we be?" Suki asked and you nodded "just because Suki's your ex doesn't mean we have to hate each other". "Yeah we're above all that sexist crap" Suki said and Sokka nodded "okay then...carry on" and left you to it. The idea of even being near your ex made Sokka furious so he found this very odd but you and Suki became good friends which was nice. He realised he didn't have to banish Suki just because they'd broken up and that this was a really healthy relationship.

Sokka is protective so if anyone and I mean anyone dares to say a bad thing about you, he’s ready to fistfight. There are 2 problems with this however 

1. he doesn't take into account how badly he could lose a fight. For example when he said your name one day and Appa happened to be passing gas at the same time he took offence. He began yelling at the sky bison and then jumped on Appa, messing up his fur. Appa simply swatted Sokka away and put his paw on him, keeping him rooted to the floor. 

2. Sokka's second problem was he tended to imagine insults where     there were none. Once they were at Kyoshi Island and Aang wanted to go Elephant-Koi fish surfing but the fish weren't there. After waiting an hour Katara suggested calling it quits and Aang sighed "let's just go and meet y/n in Omashu". Sokka didn't like Aang's tone and immediately bristled. "Oh I'm sorry is it such a chore to see y/n? Do you not enjoy visiting her? Has she not always been an amazing friend to you?" he cried. "Of course not I love seeing y/n! She’s a great friend to me!". "So why did you say her name like that?" Sokka asked and Katara sighed "Sokka you know Aang didn't mean it like that, leave him alone!". "I will not stand by while someone insults my partner!" he cried and Katara rolled her eyes "Aang     wasn't doing that!". "I promise I wasn't!" Aang said and Sokka paused "you weren't?". "No I love y/n!" Aang said. Sokka narrowed his eyes inspecting him before he sighed "okay my bad" and moved on, leaving a very relieved Airbender and angry waterbender.

When Sokka realised he loves you he'd plan a whole evening to tell you and of course because fate does not favour Sokka everything would go     wrong and he'd get really upset. 

"Sokka...are you okay?" you asked he continued to angrily beat the curtains which had stopped being on fire quite a few seconds ago. "Yep I'm fine!" he said but you could tell by how high his voice was going that he wasn't. "No you're not Sokka stop!" and you pulled him away from the curtains "I know our date got messed up when it rained and we had to come inside...and when our food got burned accidentally...and when the curtains then caught fire destroying all the beautiful decorations you put out...but that's no reason to get upset". Sokka sighed "but I wanted tonight to be special!". "Why?" you asked chuckling and Sokka slumped into his seat hanging his head "because I wanted to tell you that I...that I love you". You paused "you did?". Sokka nodded "yeah and I wanted it to be a real special occasion we'd both remember for years but I messed everything up!". Sokka you didn't mess anything up!" you said taking a seat next to him "I will remember this night forever and not because of all the fancy things or decorations but because of you...you saying those words are more than enough to make this memorable". Sokka looked at you "really?". "Really" you smiled.

Sokka LOVES compliments and he’s not humble either. He will happily     accept them and agree with you which makes it rather funny. “Sokka     that was so cool!” you cried when he successfully disarmed Zuko in     combat. “I know” he smirked. “Don’t encourage him y/n” Katara     whispered but you just smiled. You knew Sokka just wanted to feel loved  and that’s why he enjoyed compliments so much. However you didn’t want him to get a big ego so you treated compliments with Sokka how a person might handle treats with a dog. Only on certain occasions when it was warranted and that worked pretty well. 

Sokka might be nervous to introduce you to his family at first because he cares a lot about what his tribe thinks of him and doesn't want them to be disappointed he's dating an "outsider". This would be a really big test for you and Sokka because he has to decide what's more important, tradition or you. At first he'd try and keep the two separate however that can't continue forever and eventually he brings you to the WaterTribe. He's hyperaware of everything as you walk to his home together. "Is it just me or are people watching us?" he asked and Katara frowned "nobodies watching us and even if they are they're probably just intrigued about y/n". Sokka nodded but that didn't reassure him. 

Then around his family he got nervous all over again. He was a ball of nerves as you chatted to his father and gran gran. "So y/n what do your parents do?" his gran gran asked. "My mother is a mechanic and my father is a stay-at-home dad". Sokka anxiously watched his elders and saw them pause "so your father stays at home and your mother works?" Hakoda asked. You nodded "yep! In my home couples choose who should stay home and my father wanted to. "That's so cool"  Katara said and you smiled. "It's certainly...different" gran gran said and Sokka nearly choked. "Yes in the best possible way" Hakoda smiled "we're trying to improve the gender equality in our tribe and your home sounds like a wonderful place for us to learn from, please tell us more". Sokka dropped his fork in shock. "Sokka table manners!" gran gran said before turning to you "now dear tell me, how many of your girls are educated". Sokka couldn't believe it. He'd assumed his tribe would hate your ideals but they were more progressive than he thought. After that, he brought you home with him any time he could and even flew his father and gran gran to your home so they could see it all. Your families got along wonderfully and Sokka never underestimated his tribe again.

Sokka also LOVES birthdays but not just his own he adores your own     too. Sokka is a big kid at heart and so he gets more excited for your     birthday than you do. He wakes up extra early and tries his best to make     you, your favourite breakfast in bed. Then he drags you to the living room so you can open your presents. He watches you excitedly while you unwrap them, so thrilled to see what you think of them. He prefers for you to spend your birthday just the two of you and gets jealous when your other friends and family want to see you too. He adores you and so having a whole day where he just gets to celebrate you is amazing in his eyes.

Sokka wants to make it super clear your career is just as important  as his. Growing up that wasn't the typical attitude between males and     females but he wanted it to be. When he was offered a high-ranking role in the Water Tribe he asked for time to discuss it with you and considered  your job. He never assumed to know what you were thinking and listened to you. He put off accepting the job for several years so you could finish     studying and then you made the joint decision to move there. He even     looked into all the careers you could have in the Water Tribe and only     agreed to move once you had one you were really passionate about. Just  liking the sound of it wasn't enough he wanted you to really want to move  and wouldn't accept anything less.

Fights with Sokka are hilarious. He might be one of the brightest minds in the four nations but he also had an immature side and that comes out when you argue. His logic went right out the window and you'd verbally destroy him. This would make Sokka very mardy and pouty which you     found adorable. He’d sulk for a little while but after half an hour or so he wouldn’t care anymore and would be back to normal. 

You quite enjoyed working out with Sokka because he was a big fan of     rewarding yourselves for good behaviour. So you would hardly do any work and then take a nice break. It was basically just an opportunity for you and Sokka to spend some time together while possibly doing a little bit of exercise. Sokka is also totally that partner that likes to set up on the machine next to you. You don’t go around attached at the hip but if he sees you on one treadmill he will come and take the one next to you because he likes being close to you. Sokka would also be a huge hype     man and so you love getting him to spot you when you do weights. He cheers you on constantly and makes exercising easier in every way. 

Sokka would claim to hate animals because of all the mess, smell and noise etc but he would adore the pet you got together. He'd of course     complain the whole time you were buying the pet but he'd slowly start to     melt. You'd catch him covering up the little animal with a blanket at     night or waking up early so he can feed and play with it. He'd even take     it with him on his rounds as councillor and soon they're inseparable.     "Do you remember when I said I wanted a pet and we got one for me?". Sokka looked down where your pet was curled up against him asleep "yeah well they chose me, don't be a sore loser y/n".

Sokka is a fun, unique and witty partner. There’s never a quiet moment when he’s around and nobody can make you laugh or smile like he can. He’s not only hilarious but can be serious and sweet in ways that  send shivers down your spine. You have no doubt he’d go to the end of the     earth for you and no matter your differences, you’re perfect together.

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Requested by: @angrypolicetimetravel

So obviously I didn’t include Toph and Aang because they’re both 12 but I really loved writing this for Katara, Zuko, Suki and Sokka! They’re all so fun but have such different personalities. 

[away-ward]

Note: I think this is "The Will Post" people reference sometimes, but I'm not sure. Here and Here are the links to the original Anon messages.

This was the first time I'd received a message like this and I didn't know how to response. Eventually, it became the norm for people leave me ranty messages about this series and it's characters. I usually got a kick out of them because you guys are hilarious, and then I'd tried to answer seriously because I like discussion and discourse. So, I developed the method of answering that is seen on other posts. I just wanted to make clear why this one looks different. I wasn't trying to single them out or make an entire post about Will. Anyway.

On to the response!

Original response below, edited for grammar, spelling, and word choice. Some rephrasing, but essentially the same thoughts.

I think, first and foremost, it’s essential to get out of the way that to enjoy this series, you can’t look at any of the characters too closely. Because once you do, you’ll realize almost everybody here sucks in some way or another.  

That being said, let’s look at the characters way too closely.  

Anon, I organized your thoughts by character/relationships to make it easier to manage my thoughts and form a response. So, I'll take it individually instead of responding to each part directly as you wrote it. I don’t think I or anyone else can say anything that will change your mind, but as regards to how I approach the characters when writing them, these are my thoughts.

But thank you so much for reading my fics! The fact that people spend their time doing so is always such a big compliment, even if some of the things I wrote...didn't quite sit right with you.

Disclaimer: these are my thoughts and opinions and are in no way meant to be asserted as fact or canon. Thank you.

FYI, this is a long one, folks. Grab a drink before you start.

First up:   

Will and Alex  

You’re absolutely right that Will and Alex only knew each other for about five years when we got to Nightfall. I messed up when I wrote Reality and said seven years. I realized it about two to three weeks after posting it and never went back to fix it. Good catch.  

I see that you have a problem with Alex. That’s valid. I’m not entirely sure if it’s how I portray Alex and her relationship with Will or Alex from the source material that you have a bigger issue with. Still, I’ll try to explain my feelings about her beyond what I’ve said in other posts.   

Feel free to correct me if I get anything wrong because, honestly, I have disregarded most of what Alex has said and done. After all, it hardly ever matters to the plot. Like you, I have the viewpoint that Alex’s involvement in the story doesn’t affect anything and, more often than not, makes a scene worse. I can’t think of a single time when Alex did something one of the other characters couldn’t do.   

I think the timeline is that Will was arrested at 19 and released at 21/22. He would have met Alex soon after his release. It would be just a few months before the beginning of Corrupt. We first meet Alex through Michael. She comes off as confident and self-assured, in complete control of herself. She doesn’t hesitate to let Rika know she’s an escort when the opportunity arises. Her boldness gives off the feeling that she’s world-wise, with years of experience.   

The reality is that she’s the same age as Rika. Given this, she would have only been in this line of work for a few months to a year, if we consider her account of events to be accurate. It tracks that Alex would be reeling from losing her friends and scholarship. She didn’t just lose Aydin when her roommate betrayed her. Alex lost her entire support system, and her plans for the future. Maybe she did figure out how to land on her feet through sex work, but I don’t think she was completely content with it – at least not as much as she tries to appear to be. She always said it was temporary, not a forever job, and she planned on doing more once she graduated.   

Towards the beginning of their relationship, Will and Alex had a more casual approach to each other. While they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, they weren’t close. But a year passes between Corrupt and Hideaway, and that is plenty of time to get to know someone and develop an intimate relationship. Their friendship deepens over time, but because of how the story is told with the reader only viewing this very narrow window of the character's lives during October every year, we don’t see much of that progress. We don’t know what significant moments these two have shared, what they’ve revealed to each other when it was four in the morning and no one else was around. I believe Will and Alex found solace in each other; peace they couldn’t find with anyone else available to them.  

We can see their progression over the years in small moments

In Corrupt, when Damon is being aggressive with Alex, Will laughs and leaves it alone. I think his feelings are that this is her job and she can handle herself. Damon is his friend. Will sides with Damon.

In Hideaway a year later, Will supports Alex in the shopping scene. His comment to Banks is pretty neutral but more positive than before.

Yet, in the third year of their friendship or relationship (whatever you want to call it), we see Will defending Alex against Damon.

Damon's petty words are nothing compared to the way Damon physically treated her just two years prior. Some might argue that Will is acting out of his anger towards Damon, and using Alex as a prop to do it. That's fair. Will isn't the most emotionally intelligent person at this point of the story.

I think it's a mixture of both. Will wants to hurt Damon by replacing him (with a girl nonetheless. The horror), but it's also that his relationship with Alex has changed. He cares for her more now than he did even a year ago. He won't tolerate Damon saying spiteful things to Alex.

In Kill Switch, when Damon is threatening war, Will is the one who brings up Alex. He sees value in her being at his side.

Anon, you asked how their friendship could be that deep if she didn’t know that Will was missing. I don’t have Conclave on me, so I could be wrong, but weren’t Will’s parents lying for him? First, he was actually globetrotting – posting pictures on social media from various locations. Then the lie was he was with some program to help in third-world countries? Either way, it’s entirely believable that it would take a while to figure out something wasn’t quite right with the story. Should they have figured it out earlier? Sure. It shouldn’t have taken his younger cousin to make his three closest friends aware that Will was missing.   

But in the Horsemen’s defense, they’re married with children and running businesses. And it’s not like they weren’t trying to reach him. 

At the end of Kill Switch, Damon talks about how they got him clean from drugs, but alcohol was a bigger issue. He also mentions that he's been leaving messages often, waiting for a response. Damon was mad that Will missed the birth of his son, and it's not like Damon wasn't trying to make Will aware that it was happening.

Damon tried. Will made the decision to leave without telling anyone and go to a location they wouldn't be able to find him, and then he arranged for his family to lie about his whereabouts. I think the boys have an excuse for not knowing something was up right away, and then for acting when they did.

The way Conclave focuses on other issues is not the character's fault; it's what the author wanted to focus on. But there's nothing to say that the characters didn't eventually get down to business and figure out what needed to be done to get to Will. I agree that that portion of events would have been a more interesting story and would have set us up beautifully for Nightfall, but I've digressed enough.

Getting back to Alex. I find that she tends to lean towards putting her pleasure above all else, unless the situation is dire, or she's been given a direct instruction by one of the other characters. She has moments where she takes things seriously, but for the most part she seems to flounce around with a childish air. And Will does most of the time as well, and maybe that’s why they gravitated towards each other. While Kai, Michael and the others are growing, Will is stuck and Alex is on a similar level. They leaned into each other, and this worked for a while. But then Will was ready to grow, and he knew he couldn't let them carry his weight any longer, Alex included. 

The bottom line, I don’t like Alex. I’ve never liked Alex. I was indifferent to her for a while, but Nightfall did her no favors in my eyes. In reviewing the series, I’ve come to dislike her even more. To use what you’ve said, Alex gives me the "ick." The way she naturally falls into coercing and manipulating people doesn't rub me the right away and never has. I'm not saying she's ever forced someone to do something they didn't want to do, but possibly things they'd rather not?

For instance, in Hideaway, we have this thought from Banks about how Alex coerced her into drinking during the sleepover scene. Banks, while wanting to enjoy a "normal" life, also felt it was important to keep her wits about her when around Kai. So Alex "coercing" her to drink feels like she ignores what people want so that she can have a good time.

Again, in Hideaway, Alex as pulled Lev, I believe, away from his post so that she can try to sleep with him. Same as before, Lev wasn't opposed to the idea of sleeping with Alex, but he had a job to do, and that moment was not the time. Alex ignored that because wanted what she wanted. And like a child, she wanted it there and then.

(I mean, I guess the argument could be made that Alex was the only one who could have helped Banks tap into her femininity because Banks hated everyone else, especially Rika but still. I don’t like the way she behaves in general.)

But when I’m writing about these characters – especially when the setting for a fic is in the canon universe – I don't want to ignore PD intended for their relationship. They wanted Will and Alex to have a deep connection different from what he shared with the others. I’m not convinced it was ever meant to be romantic, but it was meant to be deep.  

I think you’re also correct in saying that Will used his friendship with Alex to soothe and distract from the pain of what happened between him and Damon.   

Which brings us to our next part.   

Will and Damon  

I think it’s a bit harsh to say Damon was always a tool to distract Will from reality. I believe Will quite liked his reality in high school. He was privileged, wealthy, attractive, athletic, popular, and had a good home life. The only thing missing was the girl of his dreams, and he was delusional enough to think it was only a matter of time before she came to him. There was nothing to distract from. Will enjoyed every second of it. He loved the drinking, the partying, the sex, and the camaraderie between his friends and teammates. He lived for it. 

He never wanted to leave it.  

And I think Damon loved Will. He wanted to keep Will “safe” inside this little bubble where nothing could hurt him or take away his joy. Damon wanted Will to be happy, as long as Will's happiness didn't take him away.   

The second Will started talking about Emory like she was different from the other girls was the second Damon began to hate her. Because Emory had the ability no one else had: she could either take Will away from him or destroy Will. And Will would let it happen because he’s full of love, and he's soft.   

And that’s precisely what happened when Emory and Will did finally connect, as Damon knew it would.   

Damon did know Will. He knew what he liked, what he wanted, how he thought. He probably understood Will better than Will understood himself. Which is how he knew exactly what to say and what do to hurt Will.    

That's why Damon was sick at the thought of losing him, completely out of his mind with grief at what he’d done. That's why when Damon thought of leaving, all he wanted was to take was Winter, Banks, and Will.

I’d dare to say it’s Michael and Kai that Damon doesn’t care about all that much. Not that he hates them. He’d kill for them. Walk through fire for them. Go to prison rather than rat them out for a lighter sentence. But there’s something in Will that Damon wanted to protect and keep.  

The problem was Damon's a little control freak in the worst way. This means he goes way too far in doing anything. His whole redemption arc is learning how not to do that with literally everything and still be okay. The little weirdo.  

I’m not a Damon apologist, if there is such a thing. Damon’s trauma and redemption arc doesn’t do anything for me. I also don’t think it's any excuse for his actions before then. I won’t deny that he does add to the series for me. Most of the time, if Damon was there, I was paying attention, whether I liked him or not.   

I’ve said it elsewhere, but I would have loved for his redemption arc to be the last part of the series because it makes more sense as a conclusion. To read Nightfall, not knowing if he was going to be a real villain by the end of the series, would have made his scenes with Emory and the other characters all the more chilling,  

But the story is what it is, and again, I don't want to ignore what PD was trying to do with Damon and Will, so when I write about the two of them, where one is, the other follows.   

On a side note, PD did an excellent job of introducing the potential bond that Damon and Emory would eventually share. They can relate to each other on multiple levels: 

The abuse. 

The love for Will. 

Their artistic visions. 

The way they covered for each other when they didn’t need to. 

Their bond would be much stronger than Em’s with Alex, and I wish the fandom focused on it more.   

Besides

Moving on.

Will   

You’re right when you say that Will was doing all those things before he went to prison, before he almost died, and before Damon left him.   

The main difference is that he was doing it for fun before all of that. He didn’t need to do it; his life didn’t revolve around it. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence but more of an occasional thing. Once Emory broke his heart and his friends left for college, we see him start to spiral just a little   

And that was after only losing Emory.

He needed his life at TBP to stabilize, and once his support system was gone, he couldn’t cope. And I like to focus on that aspect of Will. He was weak and soft before because he’d never faced a real challenge. His privilege, and later Damon, prevented him from experiencing any difficulties, doing him a disservice. When change was on the horizon, Will didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know who he was outside of being a rich teenager. And had things gone along without interruption, he probably would have continued down that path, either never growing up completely or eventually OD’ing.   

Going to prison might have saved his life, and if Damon hadn’t betrayed him, he might have been okay.  

Except Damon did betray him. So, he started spiraling again, this time worse than before, because now he didn’t even have his friends to fall back on. He couldn't go a day without getting drunk or high. As Banks said, he was only sober long enough to get to his fridge. Nothing was good. His two remaining friends didn’t like how he was acting, and they were moving on without him. The girl of his dreams didn’t care that he went to prison for her – she didn’t even call! (Note: I'm not made about this; it's just Will's feelings on the subject). Rika wasn’t the revenge he was hoping for, and now he didn’t even have that to look forward to. All he really had going for him was the approval he received from Alex.   

I haven’t considered how much Alex had a hand in things. I want to think that since they were new friends, she took an “it’s not my place to tell him what to do; his friends will step in if it goes too far” position. At the same time, I can see her encouraging him because it’s what she wanted to do to cover her own pain and fear. Again, because we don’t get moments outside these high-intensity situations, we don’t really know how their friendship works.   

But even so, a person’s early twenties are turbulent, to begin with, and Will had to learn how to cope with losing Emory, going to prison, nearly dying, and losing his best friend all within a matter of a few years.   

The fandom talks a lot about Damon’s trauma, but we ignore entirely that between the four boys, Will comes in a close second for the most traumatized. All his trauma is fresh, and in a short period of time.    

He was an active participant in his own downward spiral. He hid his pain behind a mask of smiles and good times, which carried him through until it didn't work anymore. Furthermore, he knew when Damon came back, he had no more excuses. The thing about relationships is that they require good communication and mutual respect, neither of which Will had. Mainly because he didn’t respect himself. With his friends' help, Will kicked his drug habit. It’s possible that with the clarity that came with it, he saw himself dragging his friends down. His friends were starting families and business, but he was still stuck. Kai said it best when he said Will never did anything on his own, and that was true until Will decided to go to Blackchurch.

So, they would have no reason to suspect that Will was doing anything other than what he said – traveling the world and figuring things out. But Michael, Kai, and Damon hadn't abandoned him. They were trying. Will was the one who left them hanging.   

To expect his friends to respect and trust him, and to develop some respect and trust in himself, he had to grow up. But his friends cut him a lot of slack. They let his stupid mistakes go unchecked and unpunished because it’s Will. I think in their eyes, he never meant any harm, or he was young and dumb, or he was hurting. They gave him a million excuses because they loved him. They weren’t strong enough to be the firm hand and give him the tough love he needed. Before anyone else, Will realized what he needed, and knew he couldn’t get it from his friends. Beyond that, he was too embarrassed to ask for it, to be seen as weak to them. Because everyone looked at their group and saw Will as the weak link, Will began to see himself that way too. And he was right. 

The Will before Emory and the Will after prison are two different people. I guess it’s up to the reader to decide who is more authentic. I choose to see Will before Emory as the real him, Will after prison, a mask he wears to keep from being hurt again, and Will during Blackchurch as someone stripped down to their barest form. He’s lost before Emory shows up, not knowing whether he can return to the real world and start again. It takes some prompting from Emory to get him moving and feeling like himself. And after Blackchurch, we see the Will from high school begin to resurface. 

I’m not sure where I’m going with this thought. But I think all the things you’ve complained about regarding Will are why he went to Blackchurch. He wanted to quit the drugs and drinking permanently, so he could grow up and be the person his friends needed. Then they wouldn’t have to pull his weight. I hated Will through most of the series because of his actions, the way he treated Banks and Winter specifically. Once I realized he was hiding all that heartbreak and pain, his motives and actions became more obvious. Again, pain is not an excuse to hurt anyone, but we are reading about imperfect characters who make mistakes and rarely, if ever, take the high road.

I’d say that part of the story is that when others hit low, they go lower. They’ll go to hell if it means getting one over on anyone who's pissed them off.  

They’re petty.  

All of them.  

The Horsemen   

  

I love friendships. Especially strong ones. Ones that don’t make sense on the surface. The kind of friendships where you know if it weren’t for unconditional love and loyalty, these people would probably stab each other multiple times, but instead they'll stab anyone who hurts them.

The problem with the Horsemen is that because they are supposed to focus on the four romances, we don’t get much of their friendship. PD gives us small glimpses here and there, and then says, “Just trust me, they’re brothers.” However, that leaves a lot to be desired when the entire plot hinges on them practically dying for each other every other year. 

But I’ve read other books about solid relationships. I’ve watched shows with the same dynamic. The idea of a unique foursome with an unparalleled bond isn’t unheard of by any means. It's an old trope. So, I can fill in the gaps.  It’s sometimes irritating to have to do that when I shouldn't have to. For instance, I have no idea what would happen if I put Emory and Michael alone in a room together. None. They stand in separate corners and don’t talk to each other, and this is because their relationship receives zero development. If you’re going to tell me that this group is a close, chosen family, willing to die for each other; that they loves and need each other, and that each member of the family (everyone from Michael their leader, to Emory the most recent addition) provides something critical to make the family work, then I need to see it. I need to feel it. But if I can't determine how two people in this family would interact, then something is missing.

But I have the ability to add what isn’t there, and to pull inspiration from other sources to fill-in what PD clearly intended. (If there's one thing about Devil's Night, is the potential for Head Canons galore!)

As you said, Anon, there were many times when their problems could have been solved by communication. However, I don’t think communication was a skill any of these men developed. Especially when admitting they were wrong, or talking about their feelings, or showing any sign of weakness in front of each other. Pride is a cruel master; it will trip you up if you give it a chance. But I don’t think their faults were a lack of love for each other.   

Michael was overly cautious where Will was reckless, which often caused disagreements. Michael acknowledged this in Corrupt. I still think there is plenty of evidence that they cared about each other and knew each other on a deeper level. I get why you’d say they didn’t care about Will, but if we only look at the one time Will jagged left when he usually goes right, it’s understandable that they’d be a little slow to react.

I mean, think about them being on a team in high school. If Will always preferred to shoot from a certain position, then Michael and the others would work to put him in that position. They’d get the ball to him. But what if he suddenly decided to be on the other side of the court? Then they’d be throwing the ball to an empty spot, because that’s where Will always was before. Just because Will did something he’s never done before doesn’t mean they don’t know him.

They didn’t expect Will to pull the Blackchurch maneuver for the same reasons I mentioned above:  

Will never did anything on his own.  

He went traveling first, either because he needed to or with the purpose of disappearing. After that, he quickly switched gears without telling anyone.

He had his family lie about it. It was probably his grandfather dispensing information, and who's going to call Senator A.P. Grayson out? 

As I said before, if you look at these characters too closely, you’ll find that nothing is redeeming about any of them. But they sure are fun.

I think?  

I don’t know anymore. Are we having fun? ARE YOU???  

Emory... versus the world?

Emory learned to think on her feet through trial and error with Martin. Unlike Will, she had to learn to survive, which made her think things through before making a decision. Of course, it made her too wary and overly defensive at times. One wrong step and she could have lost her life to Martin losing control.  

Emory had a plan to survive, to eventually escape. It didn't include falling for a pretty boy with pretty words. She knew, as good as it sounded and as much as she wanted it, any plan that Will came up with to save her and her grandma could have gone sideways real fast. She made the decision that had the best chance of succeeding, because it relied on her alone. She made the decision out of fear, but I don’t think that fear was misplaced. Hating her because she was forced to make that decision is dumb.

I will say she gave Will mixed signals. But...she was young and emotional and he was the one good thing in her life outside her grandma. I can't blame her for being human and needing him, but it's not wrong to hold her accountable for that.

Just like it's not wrong to hold Will accountable to the fact that he didn't listen for the three years she tried to warn him to stay away. Just like it's not wrong to hold him accountable for pushing her when she had previously said no.

I believe I’ve said this elsewhere, but I don’t know where. I don’t understand Alex and Emory’s relationship. I don’t get why Alex was so friendly with Emory when they first met and then judged her for not being around when Will was hurt. Either she understood Emory’s struggle, or she didn’t. Either way, one of these scenarios doesn’t make sense.  

As for Aydin - I don’t care about Aydin. I hated him. I still hate him. I hate that he’s barely three years older than Emory, kidnapped her, messed with her mind, forcibly kissed her to make Will and Alex jealous (which is still considered a form of sexual assault, by the way), and she still wanted to consider him a mentor. I don’t care that he was more valuable as an ally. I thought their bond was too strong after a week to be taken that seriously.

I mean, Anon, you’re criticizing the bond between the Horsemen even though they’ve known each other for over a decade, but Emory's known Aydin for all of five days, and that’s all it takes for her to need him and understand him? Because she realized he’d be better as their ally against the families? Because she's smart? I call BS on this entire thing. This was one of the weakest storylines in my opinion and I mentioned on another post how I think it could have been helped just a little bit if Aydin had been older. It wouldn't have fixed it! But I could have tolerated it more. I stand by that.

I still don’t know what Aydin brought to the table that Micah or Rory didn’t. He's there because of only because of Alex, so to favor him while despising her also doesn't make sense to me. They're literally the same.

Anon, are you talking about how other fans treat Emory like she’s the worst character because she hurt Will? When literally all of these characters have hurt each other—all of them. The only characters we don't see taking actions that hurt another are Emory toward any other character that isn't Will, and that's because there isn't time. The series ended before we could see Emory interact with any of them, and all their major problems were over. There was no opportunity, but that doesn't mean they wouldn't have if the series had been ordered differently. So, if people are hating on Emory for hurting Will alone, then they're probably biased toward one of the other girls (probably Alex). Not saying that readers can't dislike Emory for other reasons. She won't be for everyone and I'm sure there are valid reasons to dislike her. For me, she was the one I could relate to the most out of the main four, and I really felt for her struggles. She had the most realistic character arc, and her finding her way back to Will made the most sense over Rika, Banks, Winter, and even Alex with Aydin.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on everything you said. Somewhere along the way, I lost track of what I was actually attempting to say. Regarding my way of writing specifically, since I'm filling in voids and holes that I felt were too unanswered, I tried to remain as close to canon as I could. Not necessarily what was there, but what was intended. I don't always keep them in character as PD wrote them, but I try to get the same vibe.   

This means, even though I don’t like Alex, I know Will likes her. So when I write about Will, she’s sometimes there too, and it's sometimes positive.

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Anyone is welcomed to share their thoughts...if you're brain's not numb by now. If it is, I understand. Thanks for making it this far and listening to my rambling.

-KO

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound:

Chapter 45

Authors note: I’m back! Sorry for the wait! I’ve been writing a lot on my tumblr and job hunting ✨✨

so please enjoy!

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  “So how was your honeymoon?” Zaria asked with a mouthful of cereal. Her blue eyes glancing at (your name) who entered their home with disheveled hair. “Did you have a wild time?”

    “I fell asleep on Kaoru is all…” (your name) gave Zaria a nervous smile. She felt like Zaria was hiding something from her but she was too tired to discuss it right now since she had to get around for work. “Did you let your hair go natural? I love the Afro.”

      “Okay I know in my soul that you did not just lay beside him. Spill.” Zaria hissed as she pointed her spoon at (your name). “And don’t try  distracting me by complimenting my hair because I know it looks good, I always look good.”

     “Okay… there’s something I need to talk to you about but I’ll do it later today.” (Your name) sighed. She really hated how well Zaria knew her sometimes. “But we went out to eat and he invited my mother… it didn’t go well.”

      “Did she insult him?” Zaria asked with a frown. She knew how (your name)’s mother was… that old woman wanted (your name) to have a rich husband so she’d live an easy life but he couldn’t be a criminal… it didn’t make any sense because most rich men were criminals.

     “She called him ugly in Portuguese and Kaoru speaks Portuguese…”

     “What?!”

     “He learned Portuguese so we can speak to each other… it’s pretty romantic honestly.” (Your name) blushed at the memory. She was flattered by Hanayama’s gesture. 

     “I’m amazed he didn’t ask you to marry him.” Zaria pursed her lips in thought. Why didn’t he propose to her? Was it because (your name)’s mother didn’t approve of him or was it seething else entirely? He seemed to be the kind of guy who would ask the person he loves to marry him after a few months of being together.

    “You’re funny.” (Your name) chuckled before she began to unload everything into her room. “I’m going to get around for work. I’ll see you some time tonight.”

     “Tonight? Are you going out with Katsumi?” 

       “Not tonight… I have a lot on my mind.” (Your name) picked out an outfit for work and began to get changed. “We need to discuss some things.”

      Zaria hummed as she nervously fiddled with her spoon. (Your name) didn’t know she had to do with separating her and Jun, right? She couldn’t possibly know…

      “Okay. I’ll be here.” Zaria smiled as she gripped her spoon tightly. She really hoped (Your name) didn’t find out about the big lie.

     (Your name) continues getting ready as a sigh leaves her lips. She didn’t know who she could truly trust anymore.

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      Jun waited for (your name) up the hill. His hands in his pockets as he smiled down at her.

     “How was Brazil, meu amor?” Jun asks as he offers her a hand. “Did he try to propose to you?”

     “No. He didn’t…” (Your name) smiled at Jun as she took his hand in hers. “Are you trying to walk me to work?”

      “You said you’d spend time with me on Monday and today is Monday.” Jun smiled at her as the two of them began to walk towards the school together. “I couldn’t wait to finally be able to spend time with you.”

      “What do you want to do together today?” Momo asks Jun, the pirate smiling at her.

     “How about we go spend some time in the beach together?” Jun asks. “We can go swimming and maybe even go wind surfing together.”

       “I’d love that.” (Your name) smiles as she holds his hands in hers. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been wind surfing…”

      “Want me to pick you up after work?” Jun asks but (your name) gives him a frown.

      “Probably not a good idea. My students think I’m dating another guy and I don’t want them spreading rumors about me…”

      “They’re children.” Jun laughs. “Do you think they’re pairing you up with people? They’re like six years old.”

      “They’re little terrorists.” (Your name) laughs. “I have a few ornery ones.”

       “You care too much about what others think and you won’t live a happy life.” Jun lectures (your name) before placing a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

      (Your name) just stands there for a big before smiling. Her heart beating fast as she held a hand up to her cheek. She missed Jun.

       As Jun made his way out of the school he laughed when he saw a familiar black limousine.

      Hanayama rolled the window down. His eyes holding a look in them that would scare any man to his knees in a panic but Jun was not most men. He was ballsy.

      “I thought I told you to stay away from her.” Hanayama states as he lights his cigar and inhales deeply. “I staked my claim on her already.”

       “Then where is the ring?” Jun laughs as he smirks at the yakuza boss. “Where is the wedding bells-“

       Hanayama throws his cigar at Jun who dodged with a laugh. Hanayama’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.

       “Seems I hit a nerve with ya, big guy.” Jun laughs before waving off Hanayama. “You can’t force love. It doesn’t work that way. And if you knew anything about (your name), you’d know she hates being tied down.”

      Jun walks across the street to the bridge, ignoring Hanayama’s silent demand for him to get in the car. Hanayama’s goons stepped out of the car.

       “You’re going to scare her away being like that. Just relax, maybe then you won’t look like a flurry five year old man.” Jun laughs before jumping over the bridge before Hanayama’s men could grab him. Jun landing safely on top of a cargo ship in the river below as it takes him far away from Hanayama.

      That bastard had just gotten lucky… Hanayama clenched his fists before sighing. As much as he hated to admit it. Jun was right. He hasn’t made any progress with (Your name) and he was getting s but pushy… maybe he needed to do something she wanted… then maybe she would be more likely to say yes…

     Hanayama chuckled to himself at that thought. She couldn’t say no anyways. Not when he could always make her say yes. He was a crime boss after all. And soon, she would be his wife. Whether she liked it or not…

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[angabby-zzz]

Something something requested post about gabby

Ive like talked a little about stuff related 2 her identity problems ☝️ ✌️ and everything but like. vague hand motions heres the whole thing:;;;

Tbh im not sure where it started but to me its a mix of her ties to dionysus being expression and emotions and me just projecting onto her. her powers are focused on influencing others and manipulating things rather than just nature or art so shes like. full of chaos. not even in a silly personality trait way its literally just built into her. thats what her powers are. chaos and change. thats what she embodies. [which contrasts angels motif of calmness and cowardice and brings a cool balance to their relationship]

so obviously that and having bipolar disorder can make things messy sometimes and she struggles with truly being happy with her friendships. which is bad on its own but these also make her really cling to predictability and the idea of being in control (most obvious ex. is taking the role of leader during the quest for herself and planning out everything they do) which like. is related to the uncertainty she feels towards herself and her future cuz shes like getting closer to being an adult [and also the age lots of demigods dont make it very far past but she hasnt had to worry much about that until now] but really isnt ready to do that nor does she have any real passion for any job or thing related to it. shes just focused on finishing highschool and then she’ll have to worry about that. which she hated cuz yk. Mentioned stuff.

so basically its lots of Wow this is a lot of emotions about stuff with me in it. But who am i even. What is my purpose what am i supposed to do. Why is the world like this i dont want to do adult things. I dont even know what those adult things are or how they work.

i wanna say there were some v small thoughts about this pre-demigod stuff happening [mostly just about if people like her or not or how tf to make friends rather than everything else] and it just like got 10x worse once they did start cuz it like ruined what good she had goin. duh

and going with the linked post where i apologize to gabby she also has the dumbest smart person in the room problem where yes she Is very smart and good at problem solving and fighting but she also feels like shes not very useful or impressive when in certain groups [like how angel and jade have more knowledge about greek myths and nature than her] so its like. Hm is she really all that if she can only shine when surrounded by people less competent than she. also the guilt mentioned in said post is like related to this too cuz she wants to look cool and be inteligent and awesome yet also could come off as stuck up or a showoff or something cuz of how much she wants to be looked up to by others and be complimented

i think the last thing i have to say about it is how she does a lot of avoiding like. as a coping thing. like 2 examples i have so far for p1 would be the whole forced quest thing as an excuse to leave camp and not deal with violet or jack or anyone else who could bring up the fight and then the breakdown talk with angel (though its less avoiding and more finally snapping from all the pushing away) … and like maybe the bedrotting on their first summer there could count since she didnt wanna go out and see her dad or engage in any camp things but idk. maybe the thing w her stepdad too

Anyway yeah this post took forever cuz i was working on it on and off lollll sorry been busy (so obv disclaimer sorry if it sounds weird cuz i kind of just continued my thoughts between hour long pauses. im not rereading my lore posts bro thats what ive got notes and memorized info for….)

[iamthecomet]

-slides in and sets down a cup of herbal tea-

To your post about a regular saying, "You're sharp for your age!" my friend, who is, coincidentally, also working in a library (she's a youth services librarian) gets mistaken for being younger quite a lot, and for much the same reason she gets told similar things, because too often people associate age with wisdom/intelligence.

I also get mistaken for being younger by customers due to my looks, even some people I've known for years are shocked to learn I'm not, like, sixteen.

Sometimes it feels like a jab or a backhanded compliment, and, in some ways it is, even if not intentionally so, and it takes a lot of my energy not to be bothered by it.

And other times I find a way to work it into the conversation that, no, actually, I am an adult and have been for years.

Then there's the folks that keep telling me, "Don't get old" because "things start to hurt", and I'm over here, having had to deal with chronic pain/illness since I was a child, and who didn't think I'd make it this far, and that's the stuff that really gets to me.

But, like, looping back, it's always strange the things strangers/patrons will say to you sometimes.

Weird assumptions or out of the blue questions/statements that have you going, "What?" the rest of the day.

Anyway, on a completely different note, when I got to work today, there were a bunch of cops in the back parking lot while I was unlocking the shop, and they were still there when I came out to tend to the animals, and I thought I felt one of them looking at me.

And, yeah, yeah they were, because they were watching me water the ducks.

So I'm standing there with a hose, trying not to make eye contact with them while I talk to the ducks like, "Yes, yes, here is your water, do you want a bug bath today, Duck Duck?"

This is the second time I've walked up on a... a herd? a herd of cops in the parking lot that suddenly turned to look at me.

-leaves some extra cookies-

*sits down with my tea and a cookie* I moved back to the town I grew up in as an adult and it has been a wild experience. Mostly because of exactly this. These people have known me my whole life but still picture me as a teenager so therefore I must still be a teenager right?

The other great part of the whole interaction was she asked me, like five minutes before that comment, how old I was going to be on my birthday (because it came up in conversation that my birthday is this week), and I told her. And she went--in a baby voice-- "oh you're just a babbyyy" I'm sorry that you also have to deal with this shit on the regular, but also I'm kind of glad that we can at least commiserate about it. As a semi side note, I don't get the "don't get older" thing. What would you prefer I do? Die? Like I know it's a saying and I get it but it's stupid and we should stop saying it. And why do you keep running into herds of cops? That's honestly one of the scariest things you can run into in the wild. They're so fucking creepy. God, I'm glad they left you alone (except for the staring at you part, wtf?) and let you water the ducks in (sort of) peace.

[seoafin]

Hello Morgan :) I just read chapters 1 & 2 of Dog days are over and .. xhsbacbksdjcb it was so good I have become incoherent. hence why - -- hhhh .... when i .. when he- when. they. hhh .. .... when- the mc- ....

Wah, I can't even find the words to describe how enamoured I am of it. Stsg? ? Forget about them .. Who are they anyways. Irrelevant. I am instead giving you and rip!mc flowers (if you want them, or any little gift you want!) .. Mc .. she deserves the world. i mean these three words, i do. Stsg are so annoying honestly. I would fall for her face first. The way you do with that one high school friend you have a very queer friendship with .. oddly specific but yeah I love her sm LMAOO. And you !! You deserve to get *all* the love you put in your works back tenfold and more for your wonderful writing, Morgan!!

I have already sent a few asks full of compliments on anon but tbh I would repeat what I said word by word as many times as it's needed. This fic alone is a lot of work from all points of view, and I want to let you know I personally am grateful for the chance to read it .. It's enriching (I hope this is an actual english word lol) and it's pleasant to read; the universe you created is vibrant .. realistic as in immersive and (sometimes painfully) relatable, especially the mc - she feels so human and I think I can say I relate and have related to her, which is a little sad - but reading it also feels comforting (i believe that truly is the unifying potential of fanfic and writing in general).

There are so many things i could say about these two chapters but i think i'll leave them for AO3 comments (didn't someone say tumblr asks are temporary but ao3 comments are permanent?). Rn I just want to focus on how beautifully outlined rip!mc's feelings are. The loneliness .. The image of a single mother and her kid in her apartment .. Her thinking about her future (woah, that one hurt. in a good way though) and the prospect of being left behind .. I've been going through quite strange times (& writing sad stuff? idk why it is, is it the strange weather?) so that passage was kind of the nail in the coffin, the final blow for me - but in a good, cathartic way, i promise!! (also. i loved "nail in the coffin" - i hope i got the title right. it did something to me. my dirty mind couldn't stop thinking about the way geto stole mc's panties mainly because i have too many [redacted] geto thoughts and that includes panty taking. but this is just a side note.) (and gojo. the leash line. i think, in that, me and mc are different because i would've said yes in the blink of an eye - yeah that's concerning of me but everyone has their flaws right??. lol. the "what do you want" "everything" exchange. i don't think i'll ever recover. in a good way).

When i find something i like this much I think I'd need a 10k word frame minimum to analyze and dissect it over and over .. so I'll stop rambling for everyone's safety 😂. But yeah, I hope this silly comment gives you back even an ounce of the warmth your writing gives me (& i'm sure i'm not the only one)!! and please don't feel obligated at all to respond to this. I just really wanted to say these things :)). i hope you have a good day !

hi friend!!!!! can i just say how much i was smiling reading this because i was SMILING so hard my friend thought i was texting a man (as if please lmfao) everyone being so nice and encouraging about this fic is going to make me cry. like i was not kidding when i said that this fic was loved into existence because i had no intention of actually writing an actual fic for them!!! but im doing it!!! because everyone is so enthusiastic about it!!! im glad u and many others enjoy rip!mc because the amount of self sabotage in this fic....i need to endear her to everyone LOL

this ask gave me so much serotonin never apologize for sending it in!!!!! if anything have me back warmth and happiness in SPADES. thank you so so soo much for reading <3333 i hope u have such an amazing wonderful bright day 😭😭😭 once again i am so touched that you liked the fic enough to write me this wonderful ask 😭😭😭