#hahahaha i am gonna start crying.

[strawberrymothteeth]

ahahaha oh boooooy.

[cartierre]

SHOOTING STAR | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x fem!kpop idol!reader

side note: this lowkey made me want to start a kpop account lmao second side note: this took forever to edit. like, to actually edit because a lot of the posts are custom made. original songs: "shooting star" by xg "motospeed24" and "animal farm" by bibi "best lover" by 88rising and bibi "anywhere but home" by seulgi "impurities" by le sserafim

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yourusername Y/N The 5th Mini Album 'SHOOTING STAR' 🎧2023.02.17 6PM (KST) #당신의 이름 (your name) #Y/N #SHOOTINGSTAR

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user1 omg finally, we've been starved for long enough!

user2 i didn't know charles listened to kpop ⤷ user4 watch them announcing they're dating ⤷ user5 the delusion lmao

user6 y/n and bts collab when

taeyeon_ss my angel is back! comment liked by yourusername ⤷ yourusername 🫶🏻🫶🏻

user7 Y/N LITERALLY NEVER DISAPPOINTS. THE VISUALS OML ⤷ user8 she is the idol of idols

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yourusername SHOOTING STAR MV Teaser 🎧2023.02.17 6PM (KST) #당신의 이름 (your name) #Y/N #SHOOTINGSTAR

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user9 charles continues being here ⤷ user10 he's entering his kpop phase

user11 mother is motheringggggg

user12 i just know we're gonna have a whole feast!

user13 charles liking all her posts... my two worlds are colliding ⤷ user14 we love it here

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yourusername 너무 예뻐요 (so pretty)

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user15 EXCUSE ME THE LAST PICTURE??!! ⤷ user16 i'm GAGGED

user17 first she's dropping soty (song of the year) and now she drops a soft launch? ⤷ user18 fuck the soft launch, i want a hard launch. i need to know who this is

user19 charles stuck in the likes... am i sensing something? ⤷ user20 i mean... it is race week...

user21 laughing, crying, throwing up rn

user22 sorry but y/n is for the girls and the girls only ⤷ user23 whoever this is needs to move his ass away from her fr

user24 everyone's fighting but i'm just glad my girl y/n is getting dicked down

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user25 IT'S HAPPENING, I REPEAT, IT IS HAPPENING

user26 y/n dropping a picture of both charles and carlos to make it less obvious that she's dating charles is so funny

charles_leclerc a not so great weekend, but great company! comment liked by yourusername

user27 charles finally got the balls to comment after lurking in her likes for ages ⤷ user28 and she doesn't even reply HAHAHAHA poor charles

[teyamsatan]

The Archer | Chapter II: Out of the Woods

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Summary: A fight with Neteyam makes you run to the forest with the rest of the Sully kids, right into the arms of the enemy. You come face to face with a man you never thought you'd ever get to see.

Pairings: Neteyam x Avatar!Reader

Word Count: 10,2k words

Warnings/notes: smut(18+, minors DNI!), angst, mentions of death, disease, blood, violence, cursing, SPOILERS for ATWOW

A/N: I am writing this at 2am, so my apologies for any grammar errors, I am exhausteddd!! I don't know if you can tell, but I am actually really struggling writing any of the scenes (particularly action scenes) from the movie, and describing what is happening on the screen is the bane of my life. Also, sometimes I can't understand what the dialogue is and I can't find the script or english subtitles and it makes me unnecessarily upset. Also my inspo for the dad is Oscar Isaac cause wow what a man. Can he be my daddy too? Hahahaha ok i'm so tired i'm gonna go to sleep enjoyyy x

Remember when I hit the brakes too soon? Twenty stitches in a hospital room

When you started crying, baby, I did too, but when the sun came up, I was looking at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat? You walked out, you said "I'm setting you free"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees, when the sun came up you were looking at me

You watched Neteyam leave the comfort of your shared tent and you instantly knew he felt horrible about what he said. You knew he didn’t mean it, but in this moment, you didn’t care. He had to have meant it to a certain degree for it to come out so easily out of his mouth. 

As you were preparing to leave, unable to spend the night in this place, in this tent, where everything hurt, where every corner had photos and trinkets and memories that you couldn’t bear look at in this moment, you heard a squeaky voice you loved break through the unbearable silence. You were a mess, you knew, paint splattered all over your face, neck and torso, seeping into the woven fabric of your top, but you wouldn’t deny her - you couldn’t. 

“Come in, Tuk-tuk.” 

She gently opened the flap and walked in sheepishly, carrying your mother’s guitar that you gifted to her almost a year ago. 

“I’m sorry about Neteyam.” She looked so sad you almost started crying again, this pure soul who felt and cared for everything around her, listened to everyone and always made you feel important, always made you feel heard. 

You knelt and opened your arms in her direction, and you saw her place the guitar carefully on the ground and run into your open arms. 

“Oh, my dear girl, you have nothing to be sorry about. That is between me and him, it has nothing to do with you, alright, baby?”

“But it does have to do with me, because he is wrong. You have a family, you have always had a family. We’re your family. Sullys stick together.” 

The tears started as if completely independent from the rest of your body, and you couldn’t stop the cry that made its way out of your throat without your consent. This little girl you loved so much managed to undo so much of her brother’s mistakes in just a few words, and you felt so grateful to have her in your life, so grateful to have someone to call a sister. 

“Baby, I was going to go wash this whole day off, would you like to come with me? We can take Neyn, we can bring the guitar, you can sing to me the song I showed you?” 

“Yay, adventure time!”

You chuckled at this 9 year old who reminded you a lot of Lo’ak at her age, always up for new experiences, as long as it avoided the boredom of the mundane. You knew you were going to get in trouble with Jake and Neytiri for taking their youngest away at night, but right now you just needed to be away from here, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to turn away this precious soul who just made you less miserable in just a few minutes.

You sneaked out of your tent, feeling stupid for feeling like you had to sneak out in the first place, like you were an unruly teenager, not a full-grown adult who just got her heart broken by her mate. He should be sneaking out. As a matter of fact, he should be sneaking in, begging on his knees for your forgiveness, like he used to when he was young. I guess that’s just another thing that has changed in the year you have become mated. You signalled for Tuk to get on your ikran, who was dozed off next to the rest of your family’s, and you cursed yourself for waking her up after such a traumatic day. 

“I’m sorry, sweet girl.” You said with a kiss on her snout, and she cooed affectionately at you. You made the tsaheylu and you couldn’t feel any fear, anxiety or frustration in her thoughts, which put your mind at ease a little, and, with a hand on the neural whip and the other wrapped tightly around Tuk’s chest, you took flight. 

It was a short trip to the cave you and Neteyam come to all the time, the one that had a small subterranean lake that you would sometimes wash in. The water was absolutely freezing, never seeing the light of day, but it was peaceful and clean, and that sounded as good to you as heaven right now. You dove in without a second thought, the freezing water inundating all your senses, healing all the wounds that were scratching painfully at your heart. 

Why would he say that? 

I mean, you did attack him about saving his baby brother, who would have probably died if it wasn’t for him.

He should’t have to keep saving Lo’ak at his own expense. 

He shouldn’t have to, but he does. Lo’ak wants to prove himself, and Neteyam is a protector by nature. It’s like asking water to not be wet. 

I want to kill Lo’ak.

No, you don’t. Because you understand Lo’ak. You’re sad for Lo’ak, for always living in his brother’s shadow, for always getting the cold shoulder from his dad, who you also know is just being harsh because he has to be, because no one else can be. 

What if he dies? What do I do then?

 

Your mind didn’t have a quippy answer to that - or any answer at all. You were left alone, with no answers and enough terror to fill this whole floating cave and overflow around it. You emerged from the water and got on your back, just floating aimlessly, trying to get your heart to stop pounding in your chest and the tears stop pricking at your eyes. What if he dies?

“Can I swim with you?” 

Tuk’s question pulled you out of your frightened contemplation, and you realised you have probably been unnervingly quiet for too long. 

“It’s really cold, Tuk-tuk, I don’t want you to get sick. How about I take you to a warmer lake tomorrow and we can swim together, would you like that?” 

“YES!” 

“Can I come, too?” 

The deep voice stopped you in your tracks, and you almost drowned when your feet stopped paddling underwater to keep you upright. 

“NETEYAM!” Regardless how upset Tuk was at her older brother’s words, Neteyam would always be her favourite. Her favourite sibling, her favourite family member. Some people in the village loved asking Jake and Neytiri whether Tuk was more a mother’s or a father’s girl, but in reality, Tuk was her brother’s girl. 

“Hi, Tuk. What are you doing here? You want to give mother and father a heart attack?” The little girl’s face was nestled in Neteyam’s neck, hidden from sight behind his long braids that moved as she chuckled. 

“I wanted to keep my sister company.”

“You need to go to sleep, parultsyìp. How about I take you back home and then I can keep her company?” 

“Will you apologise?” 

Neteyam shifted uncomfortably on his feet, and looked to the ground - he was embarrassed. 

“Yes, I will apologise. Come, let’s go.” He let her down and patted her back affectionately to get her to go ahead before him.

“Please don’t leave? I’ll come as soon as I make sure she’s with my parents.” He looked at you pleadingly, begging you silently. A year ago you would have ran for the hills, took off to not be found by anyone, but just like so many other things, this has also changed. You weren’t a child anymore, careless and impulsive, controlled by your never-ending grief and anger; you had to be better. You were someone’s daughter now, someone’s mate, someone’s sister. You were a future Tsa’hik, you were one of the best warriors in the clan. People depended on you. Despite what Neteyam so cruelly told you, you did have a family. And he was part of it. So you would wait. 

You nodded without looking at him, and you heard him sigh in relief. He placed something on the ground before he turned on his heels with Tuk in his arms, and you noticed with a sudden burst of pain felt all within you that it was a flower bouquet. That’s why he took so long…

You washed yourself properly now that you were alone, and when you got out, you noticed the guitar that Tuk forgot to pick up with her still resting on a wall of the cave. You sat next to it, back resting on the same wall, and picked it up, your mind immediately wandering to your mum. With everything going on around you, you have not been able to visit the Tree of Souls after your consciousness transfer. It’s been a year since you saw your mum as you lay dying and you regretted every day not going back to visit, to see if you could see her again, see if Eywa would be able to bring her back to you, at least in this way. The guitar was tiny in your hands now, but you could still play the chord if you were really careful. You started strumming a song, and let yourself sing to let out the hurt and fright. 

Looking at it now, it all seemed so simple, we were lying on my couch, I remember 

You took a Polaroid of us, and then discovered the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour

Your bracelet hanging from my hand, the night we couldn’t quite forget, when we decided

To move the furniture so we could dance, baby, like we stood a chance, two paper airplanes flying

And I remember thinking, are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet?

Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? 

“Well… we are definitely out of the woods.” 

You saw Neteyam’s shadowy figure slowly walking towards you, deeper in the cave, the silhouette of his body and the braids swinging from of side to the other to only thing you can make out in the darkness. You glared in his direction and he winced, already regretting his words. 

He sat down in front of you, with his legs crossed so your knees were touching. He reached a hand to your knee and caressed it gently. 

“Thank you for waiting.” 

You refused to look at him, instead opting for the dimly illuminated lake to your left, that twinkled every time a drop of water would fall from the ceiling. You traced the stalactites and their curious shapes, fascinated with they clung to the wall, when you felt Neteyam’s hand on your cheek, softly turning your face to face him. 

“Atan, please, look at me. I can’t stand it when you refuse to look at me.”

Tears fell from your eyes like water from the roof of the cave, and eventually you looked at him, and saw his pained expression, and you knew how bad he felt. You could feel it in your soul, his misery, but it did very little to comfort you. It was easy to feel bad after the fact. 

“Atan… I am so sorry. I could never express into words how sorry I am, I will pay my whole life for what I said, what I spat at you in a moment of stupid anger. I just want you to know that it isn’t true. What I said, it isn’t true. You’ve always had a family. You’ve always had us, and Norm and Max. You’ve always had me. I have been your family my whole life, and I am so, so sorry. There’s no excuse for what I said.” 

“I forgive you.” You placed your hand on his chest when you noticed him trying to get close to you. ‘I’m not finished.” 

“I forgive you. But I need some time.” 

“What do you mean you need some time?” 

“I mean, I have to figure out how I will do this. How I could possibly do this. How I can watch the man I promised to spend the rest of my life with kill himself before the rest of my life can ever come, and learn to ever be ok with it. 

You were right. I never had a family. I had a mum who didn’t want to live past my tenth birthday, friends I cared for, but that lived in a completely different world to mine, people that tried to be there for me but I pushed them away, a dead dad and you. A guy I loved my whole life who left me without saying goodbye. I’ve never had a family. 

But I have one now. And you’re right. You’re right, it isn’t a choice. If I had to choose between my life any of yours, I would give mine up in an instant. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you are safe. So I do get it. But that doesn’t mean that I can watch you do it. 

I know how hard this is on you… how much this enormous unspoken pressure weighs on you. Being Olo’eyktan, being the oldest son, the big brother, the protector. I know you won’t say it, and you won’t complain, but I know. You have nightmares, and you cry in your sleep. You cry for your dad, and for Lo’ak… for Tuk… for me. I hoped that you would talk to me about it, and I’ll be here to listen when you feel ready. I’m sorry you feel like you have to go through this alone. 

But I don’t know if I can’t stand and watch you kill yourself. Because it will kill me too. So until I figure it out, I need some time.”

Neteyam was shedding silent tears that refused to stay hidden, and he felt his heart break at all your words, each one harder to hear than the last. Time? He didn’t have time. Time was for a different period of your lives, before the humans came, when you were young and wild and free to run through the forest whenever you pleased. Time was for when you made him sit through an entire season of a show he couldn’t understand half the words to, but he was just happy to sit in silence next to you, hearing your laughter bless his ears, his mind, his soul. Time was for when he took his siblings through the forest to forage for rocks and beads because Kiri wanted to make them all something special to wear for his second birth. There was no more time, no more future, no more past. Just the now, waiting to see what the humans have planned next, what hell they’ll rain on this planet this time, and who will suffer as a consequence. 

“Atan…” 

“I don’t want to put you out, so I will go sleep with the rest of the Avatars for a while. I have work to do in the lab anyway, so it’ll probably work better this way anyway.” 

Neteyam saw you get up from where you sat, deep coldness settling where your knees weren’t touching him anymore and dispersing all throughout his body. He saw your back turn and you made your way out of the cave, stopping to pick up the flowers that he spent an hour collecting for you. You brought them closer to your face and smelled them, smiling sadly.

“Thank you for the flowers. It’s good to know at least some things haven’t changed. I love you, Neteyam. I’m sorry.” 

Neteyam couldn’t find it in him to get up from the floor, and he felt the hopelessness envelop him like a blanket that he was suffocating under. What was he supposed to do? What did this mean? Is this a human thing? Neteyam remembers when you were much younger and you had to explain to him the concept of a “break”, after making him sit through a whole Friends marathon. Is this what this was? You were asking him for a break? Were you breaking up with him? Today just feels like a never-ending nightmare, and he was hoping that you would wake him up, like you always did, comforting him and singing him back to sleep. He didn’t have it in him to go back to the camp, so he lay on the cold ground of the cave, and let himself fall into a restless slumber - even if real nightmares did invade his subconsciousness, how much worse could they get?

You spent the next few days mostly in the lab, trying to take care of everyone who was affected in the fateful mission that left more than physical scars behind. It was a full-time job, as there were a lot of victims that required surgical intervention, which you were more than happy to do yourself. You’d like to think that it was because it would bring you peace - helping others - but you knew deep down you were also happy to be able to avoid Neteyam. You felt bad for what you said, bad for distancing yourself from someone you loved more than life itself, but you were still hurt and angry, still terrified and paralysed at the thought of losing him. You don’t know what this distance would achieve, but you were hoping for some clarity and perspective. 

Norm and Max came in the little lab you turned into an intervention room as you were finishing checking in on the people you operated on a couple days ok, making sure their vitals were normal. 

“OK - spill. What happened?” You heard Norm speak over the machines beeping in the room.

“What do you mean?” You removed your gloves and quietly made your way out of the lab.

“You’re never here this much anymore. I’m sure there are better things to be doing, and you know very well me and Max, or hell, Claire and Tim can take care of people post-operatively. We all know how to stitch wounds, Ace.”

“Not as well as me.”

“True, but definitely better than we would be at scouting and hunting, which is what you should be doing. So something happened. Had a fight with Neteyam?”

“Of sorts.” 

You reached the dry labs and sat on one of the chairs that you barely fit in anymore; your elbow resting on your thighs, you put your head in your hands and sighed deeply.

“You’re gonna remove all the oxygen in the room if you sigh that hard.” 

“We fought about the mission a few days ago. Lo’ak disobeyed Jake and got himself in danger - as usual -, and Neteyam got hit by the explosion as a result. I yelled at him about it, he yelled at me, it got ugly. I told him I need space. So I’m taking space.” 

“So that’s why you’re sleeping in our tent. I knew it wasn’t just so you could check on people easier. Liar.” 

“It’s not a complete lie, but yeah.” 

“So what were you yelling to each other about?” 

“So I said -“ 

Loud commotion happened around you as the door to the outside opened and in came Lo’ak, Kiri and Spider.

“Yeah, haha, real hysterical, you guys. You know what really sucks, though? That you can breathe the air here for hours, and I can only breath your air for like ten seconds.”

“Yeah, monkey boy, that really sucks. For you.”

Spider and Kiri have always been close, but recently, you felt a shift in their dynamic. It was a lot more flirtatious than friendly, and you couldn’t help wonder if there is something going on beneath the surface. Their interactions reminded you a lot of you and Neteyam’s before he left, just intimate enough they didn’t feel platonic anymore. Having been in Spider’s shoes, if there was, you felt bad for him. It was a slow poison, loving someone you know you could never have - whose body is literally incompatible to your own. You have always felt bad that you got an Avatar and Spider didn’t. In reality, you felt like he deserved it more. He has always been so connected to the Na’vi, so inseparable from the Sullys, so desperate for a family and a sense of belonging. Nobody knew this, but you were working hard to try to see if it was possible to build him one too. It would take time, but with the new technology and supplies the humans brought with them, maybe it wasn’t a pipe dream anymore. 

Kiri finally acknowledged your presence. 

“Hey, everyone!” 

“Hey, kids!” Max chipped in enthusiastically. He loved when the Sullys came to visit. 

“Hey, what’s up, Max?” 

You didn’t look at Lo’ak, although he came really close to you and sat on a chair in front of yours. He moved on the chair until he was face to face with you, and put both of his hands on either side of you on the arm rests to force you to face him. 

“Angel, are you going to be upset with me forever?” 

You scowled at him and he smiled, and you melted a little. You could never stay mad at Lo’ak. 

“You are a public menace, do you understand this?” it was his turn to scowl now, and he turned his gaze away from you - he seemed upset. You took his face in both your hands and brought his gaze back to yours.

“Lo’ak, I need you to be more careful. Please. I can’t lose you. And I can’t lose Neteyam, who will die one day trying to protect you. I know it’s hard, I know there’s so much you want to do and so much you want to prove, but please. Try?” You were looking at him as seriously and warmly as you could, pleading him to hear you, pleading that he would listen. He looked at you intently for a long time, and eventually, he nodded softly, looking remorseful. You moved his head downward a little so you had better access to his forehead and you gave him a quick peck, and noticed the slight purplish tint of his cheeks. You could never stay mad at Lo’ak. 

“We’re going to go take a walk in the woods, come with us, please? I know you’re mad at Neteyam, but you can’t stay here forever. Even Norm and Max go out more than you.” 

“Lo’ak, you shouldn’t be walking through the woods, you know this.” 

“We’re not going to go far. We’re even taking Tuk, you know we would never put her in any danger.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “She blackmailed you to come, didn’t she?”

You saw Lo’ak rolls his eyes and huff in annoyance. “…yes.” 

“Fine, I’m literally only coming to make sure Tuk is safe.”

“I’ll take it. Let’s go, gang!!” 

You had to admit it felt really good to be out, to just run on the huge vines that connected the Hallelujah mountains to the ground and to each other. It felt like a blessing to be able to still enjoy these views, these moments with your siblings, even amidst the chaos that was erupting everywhere around you. You went like this for ages, and even though you knew you should have gone back, knew Lo’ak was again pushing his luck and the safety of everyone here, you couldn’t find it in you to stop him. You wanted this, you craved the warmth and safety the forest gave you, your forever home, your forever first love. Even the thought of returning back to camp in a couple hours made you sad. So you decided to focus on the now, and just enjoy the time you’ve got.

It was close to eclipse when you decided to make your way back. The kids were not allowed past curfew, and you didn’t want to risk it, especially with Tuk around. You were disappointed, but not surprised when Lo’ak stopped in his tracks and moved away from your path to inspect something he found on the ground.

“What is it?” Kiri said, in an exasperated tone, and you found yourself mirroring her sentiments. 

You saw Lo’ak and Spider hovering over a patch on the ground and you decided to go investigate.

“We’re always supposed to be home by eclipse.” You heard Tuk join in. 

Your mouth dropped at the sight in front of you. Shoe prints, made by boots that couldn’t be worn by any human. You recognised the pattern of the sole, as you have seen it before among clothes worn by the RDA soldiers. Military combat boots. Your heart was thumping in your chest at the only possible explanation. You started looking around you, and you felt the all-too-familiar dread building in your stomach, greeting you like an old friend. You barely registered the words that Spider and Lo’ak were exchanging.

“It’s way too big for a human.”

“Avatars?”

“Maybe, but for sure not ours.” 

You saw Lo’ak move towards where the footprints were headed, and you tried to will your legs to move, to stop them, tried to will yourself to speak, but you couldn’t find the words, just dread. Just pure fear at every possible scenario that could take place, your mind computing all your worst nightmares and displaying them to you like on an outdoor cinema screen. Eventually, you started moving your legs and made your way in front of Lo’ak, positioning your body, now just as strong and tall as his, in front of him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m tracking.” 

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You were trying so hard to keep your voice down,  but it was hard to do when you felt rage replacing the anxiety and spilling over all around you. 

“Angel, we have to see who it is. Whoever it is will never find us, this is our territory. We have to bring back the intel, and what are we going to say when dad asks us what did we see? We need to find out more.” 

“Lo’ak, we are not prepared for this. I don’t have my gun, or a radio, or my bow. I have a knife. I’m not putting Kiri and Tuk in danger. We can go back and we can track tomorrow and figure it out. We know they’re Avatars. What you don’t know is that they’re military.”

You saw his face drop. “Yeah, that’s right. Those boots? They were worn by the RDA soldiers that murdered so many of our people. They’re larger now, but the imprint on them is the same. They fucking brought Avatar soldiers here this time. This is fucking serious. We have to go.” 

He thought about it for a while. You hoped that he would listen, you hoped that he would abide by what you talked about only a few hours ago. 

“We will be careful. We will keep our distance. Let’s just see what they’re doing, at least.” 

You growled at him loudly, but said nothing, and the shock overtook your body when you realised that you were following him. You tried to tell your body to move, to take Kiri and Tuk and leave, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t leave him or Spider, couldn’t bear the thought of them getting hurt and you not being there to help. Fuck, you owed Neteyam an apology. 

You followed the tracks for a while, until you found them, and you kept your distance in the bushes and observed quietly. You could see six people in the clearing where 19 years ago, Jake and Neytiri defeated Quaritch, Spider’s dad. It was a forbidden place, cursed by dark, ominous energy that will plague this land for many years to come. The people were clearly Avatars, dressed in camo outfits, carrying so much weaponry it was making your knees shake. Every cell in your body was begging you to move, begging you to run, but you couldn’t, not until Lo’ak the rest of them were safely behind you. So you waited, trying to gather as much information as you could. The Avatars were searching the hub for any sign of recent life, and they took particular interest in exo-suit that you know belonged to Quaritch. In it, there were 2 arrows that you recognised as Neytiri’s, the emerald green feathers a dead giveaway. You never knew exactly how Spider’s dad died, and neither did he, so you wondered what feelings were plaguing him watching this unfold. 

“We are never supposed to be here.” Kiri says, in a forceful tone. “Dad is going to ground you…”

“Shh, Kiri.” Lo’ak said exasperatedly, talking over his sister. “…for life.” 

“Bro, we have got to check this out.” 

You put your arm in front of the two boys. “Absolutely not. This is as far as we go. Call this in, now. I don’t have my radio.” 

“No, bro, we’re gonna get in trouble.” You gave Spider a death stare, at his seemingly unending recklessness. 

“Call it in, now. I’m not going to repeat myself again.” 

“You sound like dad.”

Neteyam’s mood has been in a rapid decline over the last few days. He hasn’t seen you since that night, clear to him you were doing anything in your power to avoid him. Instead of thinking of the potential demise of your relationship and how that put his fucking heart through the meat grinder, he instead decided to bury himself in work and training, and try to spend some time with his parents that he very rarely seemed to talk to anymore outside of war-talk. His childhood was long gone, he realises - where he was just a kid, surrounded by so much love it was almost suffocating, full of laughter and joy, full of his dad’s Earth stories and his mum’s impressions, full of hope and light. His parents were now soldiers, generals, commanders, and he was just a subordinate, a corporal trying to help out in the best way he knew how. There were definitely perks to being an adult, and Neteyam could list just about all of them staring in between your legs, but there were times, such as now, that he wishes his parents would be his parents again, and he could just be a little kid again, spoiled, cherished and unencumbered by life’s tragedies.

The three of them were high in the Hallelujah mountains, returning from a full day of scouting and tracking, when Lo’ak’s voice through the radio interrupted his train of thought. 

“Devil Dog, Devil Dog, this is Eagle Eye, over.”

“Eagle Eye, send your traffic.”

“I got eyes on some guys. They look like Avatars, but they’re in full camo and carrying ARs. There’s six of them, over.”

“What’s your post?” 

“Um... We’re at the old shack.”

“Who’s we?”

“Me, Spider, Kiri…Quickscope…and Tuk.” 

Neteyam’s knees felt like they were buckling underneath him. He was dizzy, and he felt Seze’s flight becoming unsteady as his mind was collapsing into a puddle of mush. Lo’ak… Spider… Kiri… Tuk… and you. His whole world. He could lose everything in a second. What the fuck were all of you doing in the forest? Why the fuck were all of you in the one place that was strictly forbidden? If it was Lo’ak and Spider he could maybe understand the stupidity, but you? The thought that you went along with this, with Tuk next to you boiled his blood - it was easier to be angry than to admit how immeasurably scared he actually was.

“Son, you listen to me very carefully. Pull back right now, do not make a sound, and get the hell out of there. Move. Copy?”

“Yes, sir, moving out.” 

Neteyam’s entire body was lit up with pure adrenaline, coursing through his veins like ice water, sharpening his senses. He had to save you. All of you. He had to do something.

“Dad. I know a quick way.” He didn’t stop to see if his parents were following, but he heard his mother letting out a war cry behind him, so he assumed they were. He had to save you. He couldn’t lose you again.

“You’re gonna be in so much trouble.” You heard Kiri whispering to her brother.

“Kiri, stop. This is not the time.” You heard yourself say. You were gonna kill Lo’ak yourself, but right now, you just had to focus on getting out of here. Getting them out of here.

You saw Tuk run ahead and you wanted to tell her to slow down, but she spoke before you. “It’s almost eclipse, come on!!” 

Out from the bushes came Avatars, so many of them they outnumbered you at least 2 to 1. A woman grabbed Tuk, holding her tightly and you hissed aggressively and pulled out your knife from its sheath, but you knew immediately it would do very little against so many military people carrying fucking machine guns that were pointed at your face, and worse, at the faces of the people you loved. 

You heard the Avatars screaming at you, telling you all to put down your weapons, and you did, knowing there was no other choice. This wasn’t a battle you could win, this wasn’t even a battle you could start. You saw Lo’ak throw his bow on the ground, but Spider was unrelenting. 

“Drop it. Drop it.” Lo’ak warned Spider in Na’vi, and you thanked your lucky star that he was being at least a tiny bit reasonable. 

You were pulled forcefully by someone tugging you by your hair and pinning your arms together, holding them tightly, mirroring what was happening to your siblings around you. Tuk was crying, and your heart tugged at the sound, desperate to help her, a deep maternal instinct rising within you, and you felt rage and adrenaline fill your body. 

A few more Avatars made their way to the group. One of them looked a little older, and by the way all the others shifted towards him subconsciously, you reckoned he was the leader. Two men were following him closely, and a profound, unsettling feeling overcame you. They looked…familiar. The first one was bald. The second one had wavy hair and looked slightly different than all the others. He looked…dignified. Like he didn’t quite belong. Like his clothes were unbecoming on his body. You somehow felt you knew this man, and when you looked next to him at the first guy and his tattoo, at the girl holding Kiri… when you looked closely at all of them, your body jerked violently and your mouth fell agape. 

It couldn’t be… no…

Quaritch. Weinfleet. Pike. 

…Your dad… 

You didn’t understand what you were feeling at the moment, a mix that you have never experienced before, but at the forefront was gaping confusion and horror, shock and fear, and deep within you, maybe even a little bit of excitement. Could that actually be your dad? How is that possible? You buried his bones, you saw Weinfleet’s skeleton in the forest, you just saw Quaritch’s at the Shack. How could this be? 

You saw Weinfleet stalk towards you and he took a hold of your hand and forcefully brought it up. “Colonel, check it out. Four fingers. We’ve got a half-breed.” 

They thought you were Na’vi. Good. They realised you were born with Avatar blood, so you were most likely Jake’s. That made you valuable to them. Bad. The man behind you was pulling on your queue to lift your chin up so Quaritch can look at you properly. They were pulling on your arm and you felt pain all over, that was overshadowed by so many other emotions flooding your being. He inspected you shortly, and then moved on to Kiri and Lo’ak. 

“Show me your fingers.” Lo’ak brought both his hands up and flipped him off. You would laugh if your body could still produce any ounce of serotonin. 

You saw Quaritch smile crudely, eyeing Lo’ak up and down. “You’re his, aren’t you?” He continued smiling as Lo’ak hissed at him and took him by his hair, pulling him towards his eye level. 

“Where is he?” 

“Sorry, I don’t speak English…with assholes.” 

“Where is your father?” His accent was thick, and he butchered the words and pronunciation, but there was no mistaking what he wanted. Jake. So this is what it was all about. Even after 19 years, the RDA was willing to spend hundreds of millions of dollars in order to eliminate the Olo’eyktan. It was a good investment, you thought, considering there was only so much the humans can do with Jake in the picture. You wondered what they were willing to do to get to him. Would they kill you off, one by one? Would your dad kill you to get to Jake?

Lo’ak said nothing, only hissing in pain when the man kept tugging at his queue aggressively. You heard wails all around you coming from Kiri and Tuk, but you were focused on only one thing. Figuring out an escape route. You knew Neytiri and Jake were on their way, since Lo’ak alerted them to your location. It was only a matter of time before they arrived. Eclipse was also only about 10 more minutes away, so you would have the cover of darkness soon, which was an advantage to you, but not to them. Lucky for you, they tied your hands in front of you, which means you could still use them. You probed the strength of the hand ties, and realised quickly you weren’t getting out of them without a knife. The man holding you was keeping you close to his body. You recoiled in disgust, but tried to shimmy your body into him to feel for any possible things you could use. He was wearing an army vest. You felt grenades and ammo poking you in the back. You moved subtly a bit more, making it seem like the position was just uncomfortable, and felt a military knife holder in your lower back. Bingo. 

Quaritch took out a knife, and threatened Lo’ak with it, but soon moved along the line to Kiri. There was screaming coming from all the boys, but Spider’s voice broke through and Quaritch turned around to face him. It must be a weird sight to see, a human amongst the Na’vi, clearly young enough to have been raised here. You wondered if Spider connected the dots, if he figured out who the man standing if front of him was. You gave silent thanks to your mum and the scientists for the Avatar again. 

“What’s your name, kid?” 

“Spider… Socorro.”

Quaritch’s face changed, the sly smirk faltered and his expression was shocked, when it dawned on him the kid standing in front of him was his son. 

Neteyam and his parents landed as eclipse set in, enveloping the nature in bioluminescent glow. It would be beautiful if he wasn’t on the edge of losing his goddamn mind. He grabbed his bow and patted Seze before he made his way towards the shack. His dad turned around and put a hand in front of him. Neteyam’s nose flared at the words he knew were coming.

“No, no. You stay with the ikran.” 

“No.” 

“Neteyam…” his mother was trying to defuse the situation the best way she knew how. 

“I’m not going to say it again.” 

“You are not leaving me behind. I am older than mum was when the Sky People attacked the first time. My mate is out there. My brothers and sisters. I am coming.” 

Neteyam saw his dad looking at him intently, thinking about it for a while. Eventually, he relents and nods curtly. 

“You stay behind, do you read me, boy? Your mother and I will go first, so they think it’s just two of us. You stand and attack from behind when the opportunity arises.”

Neteyam agreed, although still disappointed. It was better than nothing.

“Let’s go.”

After splitting from his parents, Neteyam made his way quietly through the forest to a high point by which he could spot you and his siblings. He gasped silently and he could feel his heart in his throat, making him pant in shallow breaths, that were leaving him dizzy and disoriented. So many Avatars, all in military clothing, all carrying heavy guns, all holding at knifepoint the people he loved most in the world. He saw you and his breath stopped altogether, wet hair and a concerned, but focused expression on your face. Your eyes were scanning all of them, scanning the forest, it’s almost like you could tell they were here, that he was here. 

From far away, he heard his mum’s signature distress signal echoing through the forest. It was inconspicuous enough that to the undiscerning ears it probably sounded like a bird or a forest animal, but Neteyam saw all of your ears perk and your heads snapping in the direction it came from. Neteyam knew you were all trained for this, trained for emergency situations, and he felt a tug of gratitude for his father’s military ways that will most likely save their lives tonight.

The unmistakable sound of Neytiri’s call brought relief that washed over you like the raindrops falling from the sky. You knew then the kids will be alright. You looked at Lo’ak and you nodded almost imperceptibly in the direction of the guy at your 12 o’clock who was facing you both and had a smoke bomb clearly displayed on his vest. He looked at it and nodded back, and you knew he understood. You got this. 

With a loud thud that declared the beginning of the rescue mission, the man holding both Kiri and Spider was knocked to the ground, a green arrow sticking out of his forehead. The man holding you pushed you aside to get his gun, and without a second thought, you removed the knife from his holder and slit his throat. The blood went all over you, on your face and torso, but you didn’t care.

“LO’AK!” You screamed, and the boy released the pin from the smoke bomb, enveloping the whole area in green smoke. 

You stabbed another man in the neck at the same time Lo’ak and Tuk bit the people holding them, and ran for the woods. Good. 

You managed to run as well, trying to dodge the barrage of gunshots being released all around you, but you felt someone harshly pulling you backwards by your queue. You cried out, as pain dispersed from your spine all around you body, but the pull stopped when the woman who grabbed you got an arrow on the side of her head that came out the other side. The shot came from a different angle, and you knew that was Neteyam. You ran as soon as you were released, making sure to take the machine gun she was carrying in her hand before you sprinted to a tree that could provide cover. 

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself, and poked your head out so you could shoot whoever was still alive. You realised from the angle you were at, you had a perfect shot…that would kill your dad. Was this man even your dad? Would sparing his life for your own twisted desperation for answers and closure cost your new family theirs? Your finger went to the trigger, putting slight pressure on it. Just a little more pressure, and it would be over. Tears welled in your eyes and with a silent curse and gasped breaths, you lowered your gun and got back undercover.  

“Is that you, Mrs. Sully? I recognise your calling card.”

“Why don’t you come on out, Mrs. Sully? You and I, we’ve got some…unfinished business.” 

You saw the kids running in the distance, and you felt so much safer, so much gratitude in knowing they were going to be okay. That’s all that mattered in this moment, that Tuk, and Kiri, and Lo’ak and Spider make it back home in one piece. 

“DEMON! I will kill you as many times as I have to.” Neytiri’s voice sent shivers down your spine, so much hatred, so much intensity behind it.

“Guess you and the corporal got pretty busy, haven’t you? Got yourself a whole litter of half-breeds.” 

You saw the reflection of the gun in the corner of your eye before you had a chance to process it, and you heard a man scream “Na’vi!”, followed by the unmistakable sound of shots being fired where you stood. You saw the bullets like in slow motion, and you knew then you were done for. You were just happy everyone else was going to make it. You were happy Neteyam was going to make it. You closed your eyes in anticipation of the pain, but the pain you expected never came. Instead, you were pushed to the ground and another type of pain, the pain the came with scratches all over your body and the wind getting knocked out you, brought you back to reality and you registered Neteyam’s unmistakable pheromones flooding your entire being. 

“MOVE! GO, GO, GO!” He helped you to your feet and you both ran as fast as your feet could possibly carry you. You made it to a tree where you found Jake, and his presence calmed your thoughts and focused them - that was the effect he had on people, this great man and leader that you knew you would follow anywhere without question. 

He touched you arm and spoke to both of you. 

“Are you okay?” You and Neteyam nodded quickly.

“You ready? You ready?!” You saw him get out of cover and shoot, and you both sprinted for the hills, manoeuvring your way through thick shrubbery and tree roots, knowing that you wouldn’t have been able to do this even a few months ago, this level of athleticism and acrobatics that came naturally only to true Na’vi. 

You heard a big explosion behind you and you saw part of a big web of roots get destroyed as a result, and Spider falling a few meters beneath it. You and Neteyam were preparing to run back, but Jake stopped you, placing a firm hand in front of your bodies. You saw Neytiri picking Kiri up forcefully and running with her towards your direction, as the girl was looking back to where Spider was. 

Lo’ak and Tuk made it to your location as well, and you saw Jake kneel next to Tuk and hold her tightly in his arms as she cried, the weight of all you have all survived settling in all your bones. You hugged Neytiri like you never have before as you both cried, letting it all out, all the relief and fear and shock and happiness that you all made it out alive. 

“THANK YOU, GREAT MOTHER! THANK YOU!”

Lo’ak’s voice echoed through the forest. “Where’s Spider?” 

You looked at your sister, whose eyes looked like endless pools of sadness. “They took him! They took him!”

There were no words spoken as you all made your way back to camp. There were no words for what just happened. The adrenaline slowly depleted its resources in Neteyam’s body, leaving him in shambles, scrambling to figure out where to go from here. What were the next steps? Your back was flush against his chest, and the feeling of your skin on his, of your warmth emanating from your body, of your hand wrapped around his arm was the only thing that kept him from breaking down into a million pieces. You were here, his siblings were here. His thoughts flashed to Spider, and he knew he couldn’t think about it too much without tears welling in his eyes. He wasn’t close to Spider, definitely not nearly as close as the rest of his siblings, but he was family. Seze landed softly on the ground by the entrance to the camp. It was late, so most people were out for the night. You didn’t let go of him, not for one second, and he was so happy to see you again, so happy to feel you again, so sad it had to be under these circumstances. His family slowly made their way to the tent, but Neteyam felt you pull him back, urging him to let them go ahead without you. 

He saw you properly for the first time since the whole ordeal. You had mud all over you, but that was nothing compared to the blood covering your entire face and chest. Tears were falling down your cheeks and neck, and his hands immediately found your face, just as his lips found yours. It was soft in the beginning, tentative, like a flower blooming in the morning. But as you came to terms with everything that transpired, everything you went through, everything you could have lost, it shifted, it became desperate and needy, full of breathy moans and wandering hands. He almost lost you.. again. 

“Let’s go, please. I can’t be here.” Without any words, you got on Neyn and flew to your secret place. Neteyam’s hand was settled on your heart, that was thumping loudly, mirroring his own. You arrived quickly, the cave only a short distance away.

You ran, without looking at Neteyam and dove straight into the lake, not knowing for sure whether you wanted to reemerge, craving the numbness that came with drowning, craving it like the air that your was body was begging for. You felt the ripples in the water as Neteyam joined you, and when he touched you, your whole body lit ablaze, and the craving changed, as it always did when he was around. You missed him, so so much, and your fight and your need for space felt so silly now, so unnecessary in light of everything that you stood to lose at any moment. Any moment not spent in his presence, in his arms was wasted time, time you didn’t have. 

You came up for air, panting from your need for him settled deep within you, so that he could fill the gaping hole that just opened in your soul. He looked at your intensely, and you knew he felt the same, so you kissed him, pouring all your desires into it, feeling him do same to you. 

“I need you so badly, Atan. I have missed you so much.”

“Then take me, Neteyam. I’m yours.” 

You exited the water and lead him to the mossy grass outside of the cave, where the nature was shining brightly and the wind warmed your skin. You pushed him onto the ground, and straddled him, looking deep in his eyes as you took off your beaded top and unhooked his cummerbund from around his abdomen. He rose from where he was laying on the ground and started planting kisses down your neck and collarbone, making his way down. You moaned at the feeling, and threw your head back, giving him access to you, begging silently for him to never stop. HIs mouth found one of your breasts that he kissed, softly in the beginning before his tongue flickered over your nipple. You started grinding on him, cursing yourself for not removing both your loincloths before. His mouth moved to your other breast, whilst his hands went on to undo your loincloth, that he removed from you and threw to the side. He stopped to undo his own, and you thanked the great mother for whatever unspoken connection you two have always shared.

“I need to feel you, my love. All of you.” His hand went to his queue that he brought forth, and you were so grateful at the sight, aching for the union that will always bind you together, for life. 

You gasped loudly at the bond, overwhelmed with the outpouring of emotions emanating from Neteyam. So much pain, and fear and sadness, and so much love, and relief and gratitude all inundating your mind and soul, all making you breathless and dizzy. You both looked in each other’s eyes, both overcome with each other’s minds, both desperately in need of each other’s bodies. 

One of his hands resumed his slow torture on your breast while the other wrapped around your throat, until the asphyxiation lead to euphoria you felt deep between your legs, slick dripping all over Neteyam’s hard-on that you were grinding against. His hands let go and the rush of oxygen to your brain made you moan in pleasure, and increase the speed at which you were getting yourself off on his cock. His mouth was all over you, leaving marks that you knew would be seen by everyone in the village tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less. The whole world could burn around you at this point and you wouldn’t care, because there was nothing else. Nothing outside of this, of him, of this feeling. 

His hands went to your ass, pushing you deeper on him, urging you to go faster, helping you to your release. 

“Fuck, I love it when you fuck yourself on my cock.”

You moaned loudly at his words, feeling your orgasm building up in your core. “That’s right. Come for me, baby girl.” 

You threw your head back and rode out your orgasm with his hands on your ass still moving your now puffy and sensitive clit roughly on him. 

“You are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

Dazed, you felt yourself being picked up and placed on the ground, your back loving the feel of the wet grass touching your skin. His face was inches from yours, and he lowered it to kiss you, and it was so unlike everything else around you, so tender and soft, so needy and gentle. 

“I love you so much. I am so happy you are here.” You cried out and brought him back onto you, kissing him like your life depended on it, which to be honest, you think it did. You felt his dick twitching against your inner thigh and moaned, desperate to feel him deep in your, desperate to be filled. 

“Fuck, please.”

He smiles into the kiss, and reached down to line his cock to your folds, teasing your entrance mercilessly. 

“Neteyam…” you mewled, not in the mood to be teased, not tonight. 

He didn’t need to be told twice, as he pushed in slowly, letting you adjust to his girth, that always took you by surprise, that always stretched you out deliciously. He moaned as he filled you fully, and stopped to enjoy the way you squeezed him, the way you took him in like you wouldn’t ever let him go, your pussy the only prison he wouldn’t mind being held prisoner in forever. 

“Fuck, Atan. You’re taking me so well, baby. Always so well, I could get lost in this pussy.” 

You were so wet your slick was dripping all over him and down his balls, making it so easy for him to move in an out of you, at a slow, agonising pace. Your hands made their way to his back, hard and muscular, and you dug your nails in it roughly, scratching him as he increased his pace, fucking into you roughly and ruthlessly, making of you a whimpering mess. Your legs wrapped around him to grant him better access, to bring him in deeper, always deeper, until he was hitting a spot you could feel in your whole body, inundating your every cell, your every sense. 

“I can feel you squeezing my dick, Atan. I want to hear you coming on my cock, I want to feel you taking my cum like a good girl.” 

Your orgasm hit you like a lightning strike, overcharging your every nerve ending until you were so drained you could only see white, and you felt Neteyam’s load fill you to the brim, overflowing around you. Blissfully spent, his head fell on the crook of your neck, and you stood like that, listening to each other’s heartbeats and shallow breaths.

You laughed quietly thinking this was probably the most tame sex of your life, and how even when you were trying to be tempered and soft, you ended up like this, moaning and mewling like your life depended on it. This is what he did to you, what he’ll always be able to coax out of you. 

“It’s good to hear you laugh again. So I take it you forgive me?” He rolled from on top of you, and pulled you on from the ground so you can be face to face, as he intently listened to every sound that came out of your mouth. Your queues were still attached, so you could feel the anxiety building in his system. You hoped your lack thereof would put his mind to ease a little. 

“Mm, I don’t know if I forgive you, but I have realised something. Actually, I realised two things. First, today, walking through the forest with the kids, I realised that you were right. There’s no other choice, but to follow them to the ends of the world and hope you can at least help them not fall off the edge. And if you have to fall instead, that’s fine as long as they are safe. So I think I owe you an apology. 

Secondly, I realised I can’t change who you are, and I don’t want to. I love you. I love how kind and patient and compassionate you are. I love that you love your family, your baby brother so much that his safety comes first in your mind. You love fully, and give everything to the people you love, and that is what makes you a great brother and a great son…a great mate. It’s what will make you the best Olo’eyktan this clan has ever seen… it’s what will make you the best dad. So I can’t change that about you. 

But what I can do is make sure I will always be around. I’ll always be next to you, and behind you and in front of you, and I’ll always have your back. So if anything like that ever happens again, I will protect you. And if I can’t protect you, I will heal you. I will stitch your wounds, and mend your broken bones, because putting pieces back together is what I do best, anyway. I won’t have to be scared anymore, cause I’ll just always be there for you. Deal?” 

“Deal.” He said as he kissed you tenderly, and you felt the salty taste of his tears on your lips. 

You made your way back a couple of hours later, and were shocked to discover the Sullys were still awake. You silently stepped towards the tent where Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk were hiding, listening in to their parents’ shouted conversation.Kiri motioned for you to come and brought her hand to her lips, urging you to be quiet. 

“This thing, this Quaritch, whatever he is, is going to walk right into here, right under Eywa’s nose.”

“I cannot, you cannot ask this. I cannot leave my people. I will not.”

“He’s hunting us, he’s targeting out family.”

“You cannot ask this!” Neytiri was furious, her screams loud and forlorn.“The children, everything they’ve ever known, the forest! THIS IS OUR HOME!”

“He had our children. He had them under his knife.” Jake’s voice was hoarse and pleading, hushed tones hiding the deep hopelessness echoed in his words. 

“My father gave me this bow as he lay dying, and he said ‘Protect the people’. You’re Toruk Makto!” 

“This will protect the people!”Jake’s voice was raised now, no longer poised, no longer holding back. “Quaritch has Spider, and that kid knows EVERYTHING! He knows our whole operation. He could bring them right in here.” 

You felt annoyed at how quick Jake was to assume Spider would betray this family, the only family he’s ever known. Spider was a loud mouth, and he was just as reckless as Lo’ak, but he had a good heart. A strong heart. He is loyal and loves the Sullys and this clan more than he loves his own life, and you thought Jake knew that. 

“If the people harbour us, they will die. Do you understand?”

“Look, I’ve got nothing. I’ve got no plan. But I can protect this family. That I can do. And I do know one thing. Wherever we go, this family is our fortress.”

So many thoughts engulfed your mind, so many emotions flooded your being, one more extreme and agonising than the next, but almost like a joke brought about by the universe, the only thing that rang supreme was the realisation the Tiongli was going to get to be Tsa’hik after all.

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PJO episode seven SPOILERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU

episode SEVEN

ready for a better episode after disappointing ass lotus casino

my honest reaction: “GASP the waterbeds !”

BRO WHY IS HE FIGURING OUT ALL THIS AT ONCE PERCY IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING STUPID

ARRRRGGGGG ITS MAKING ME MAD 😾

annabeth and her invisibility hat 🥰

there was supposed to be a fight i’m so sad :( 

theyre leaving so much out

AW AW AW THE SCENE WITH HIS MOM he’s so persassy

does grover have a fucking stressball

please let there be the bathtub line please please please

“we’re all dying to some extent” HELP HSHAHAH

YOU CAN BUY A NEW WHISTLE IS WILD

why is cerberus lowkey adorable

awww annabeth petting him is so cutesy

lmao grover rolling out from under his lip 💀💀

UH OH THE SHOES

yes yes yes the ball my favorite part

percy’s so concerned for annabeth its adorableeeee

OMGS GROVER LOST HIS PEARL

this is so much higher stakes than three pearls to begin with 

WALKING ACROSS THE ROOF OF A GYM HAHAHAHA

“period” 💅

holy hades that skeleton thing scared me 

it’s giving “one more reel before bed: the reel:”

“i’ll be okay” i started crying

“you can do this i know you can”

OMGS GROVER BEINGGDRAGGED INTO TARTARUS

wtf tartarus is so scary

THE THE THE THE THE LIGHTNIGN. BOTL WHAT

zeus is just gonna have to wait ICONIC

“why are you trying so hard to get rid of me. i’d never do this to you.”

hades’ palace is so cool !!!

“is this our stop or” bro wtf do you think

hades is interesting. i was expecting him to give DILF vibes ngl. i don’t like the actor for him ill be honest, i wish he was more dark and brooding

“huh ?” he’s so me

“i seldom kahoot”

“my helm 😾😾😾😾😾😾😾😾😾”

what a king. i know he loves his mom and all but he knows what’s up

POSEIDON ???? please be hot please be hot please be hot

he’s such a basic white man wtf. 

IS HE BRITISH ???? nvm he’s so sexy i changed my mind mmmmm british man

OMGS THE WAY HIM AND ANNABETH LOOK AT EACH OTHER IM CRYING SCREAMING

him and ares are about to fight to the death

in summary, i am hades.

[lilyacorn]

Yandere spirit x reincarnated Gn! Reader

Yandere spirit x reincarnated Gn! reader

Reader ain’t his reincarnated spouse but smth else~

Not so much yandere like more off pissing eachother off but in part 2 it gets yandere.

Yandere spirit- who only remembers the name of the murderer who killed him and his name. “…felix” felix is his name btw if ur brain dead

Yandere spirit- who felt anger burning through his veins despite not having any when he sees your name on the boxes outside of his house! “…the murderer… got reincarnated?!”

Yandere spirit- who is completely flabbergasted wow fancy words! when he sees you! You! The person who murdered him in his past life! “…this fuckin-“

Yandere spirit- who gets a slight feel of a heartbeat in him when he sees you smile but… “no! I cannot! I am just angry at them! I do not feel anything! T-they’re a murderer! I’d never!” With a grumpy face as he denies and rambles to himself. Denial

Yandere spirit- who made a promise to himself that he’d terrify you out of his house that you’d never return! “… they’ll be gone for good and i’ll never see them again!” With a determined expression a small part of him feels sad about it tho…

Yandere spirit- who throws things on the floor out of nowhere just to slowly make you scared. “Hehheheh” with a smug look on his face as you look around.

Yandere spirit- who throws things around and hides your keys or phone charger in random places for you to find “hehehhehe theyre soo cute- no! They’re… so stupid!” With a pout on his face as he watches you look for your missing keys. Hes like a cat ngl

Yandere spirit- who decided to take it up a notch and “purposefully” missed as he threw a water bottle at you and laughed “hahaha!” With a smile on his face.

Yandere spirit- who’s smile faded when you picked up the water bottle and threw it at his face! It went right past him but still “you mf-“ With a smile as he sees you manically scream out at him “HAHAHA FUCK YOU DEMON!” Why does he think thats hot…

Yandere spirit- who flickers the lights as revenge while your showering just to hear you scream in fear. “HAHAHAHA MF-!” With a wide smile on his face.

Totally “doesn’t” peak through the shower curtains

Yandere spirit- who gives you nightmares but stopped when he started hearing your screams as you dreamed “heheheh they’ll leave soon! *reader screams while sleeping* OH WHAT THE FU-“ His dead heart aches when you start crying from the nightmare and pats your head to soothe you hehe

Yandere spirit- who slowly starts to get over how you killed him in your past life and slowly gets along with you by putting your cups in more “reachable” places. “theyre so short its cute- cute? They’re not cute!” With a blush as he rambles to himself while organizing your things Stop smiling when you find your keys like that!

Yandere spirit- who squints and judges the guest you brought into the house. “Why… is the guest so ugly? I’m so much better than them…” while staring intensely with jealousy

Yandere spirit- who loses his shit when the guest was gonna put their hand on yop of yours as you laughed at their stupid joke! “Why are they laughing? The joke was barely even funny!” With a pissed off look on his face. Jealouss~

Yandere spirit- who pulls the guest’s hair when they go to the bathroom and flicker the lights to scare them off. “MOTHER FU!-“ with an evil smile on his face. Hes just jelly

Yandere spirit- who celebrates when the guest finally leaves but feels bad when you pout and look so sad… “why are they sad? …it was the right thing to do! They were annoying! You don’t deserve them!” He rambles to himself while cleaning your dirty dishes at night househusband. He’s jealous

Yandere spirit- who made you snacks for you to eat at night because he can’t help it! Your pout is too pitiful!

Yandere spirit- who orders other spirits to “observe” stalk the guest from earlier! He can’t leave the house “…such a boring life the guest intruder… you don’t need them…” while he pokes your cheek.

Yandere spirit- who hopes that you can feel his arms around your sleeping figure and one day, you’ll finally join them in the afterlife “…i wonder why you’re so… sweet” with a smile as his dead heart thumps.

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 3

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter three

Toby didn't eat much of his dinner, he just sat there and watched as his family picked at their food. Not even Lyra ate that much. He assumed she'd tell them about the situation at her job, but in fear of angering their dad, she stayed to herself. That night Toby stared at his ceiling, thinking, wondering. Mr. Cowbells laid next to him. He turned and faced the stuffed cow, furrowing his eyebrows. "Maybe i am t-too old for stupid stuffed toys.." he mumbled to himself, feeling bad almost immediately after. He pulled the cow into a small embrace. "No i take that back i-i didn't mean it, i promise." his leg jerked slightly in distress. He didn't wanna go back to school tomorrow.

Toby fell asleep. His dreams weren't so great. He was being chased in some dark forest, black thin trees stretched for as long as he could see, and that was it. He could see tall figures everywhere he looked. It was just a bunch of black silhouettes. Toby's dream panic mimicked his body, kicking his legs a little and grimacing a lot. The night wasn't so peaceful, honestly.

Toby did manage to get in a few hours of sleep at least, unlike the night before. It was the same routine as always. Get up, get ready, go to school, come home, ect. He didn't ever really catch a break.

The kids in his class started to get even more rude. They mocked his tics, mocked his name. He was more than used to it, though it did annoy the hell out of him.

Before he knew it, Toby was reaching the middle of the school year. Toby was leaving class when he felt a hand slap onto his back with a bunch of laughter echoing the halls. The sudden force was enough to make him jump, looking behind himself only to see a few kids giggling. His eyes were too sensitive to the bright hallway lights.

He chewed the inside of his cheek stressfully. What were they giggling about? Toby rolled his eyes with an audible huff.

Toby kept both of his hands on his bag, heading to the doors to exit the school completely. Suddenly Toby found himself hitting the floor, quite hard too. His papers flew from his bag and a few pencils too. Students trampled his stuff, his homework, textbooks, all of it. They even broke some of his pencils. Someone had tripped him.

Toby's vision was a little blurry, he found himself chewing into his cheek even more from the anger he was experiencing, he could taste blood, which he spat out.

"Aww is ticci gonna cry?"

"He's so red!"

"Embarrassing!"

"I'd hate to be in his shoes, poor thing can't even walk straight"

"hahahahaha"

"HAHAHAHA"

"Stop it! Stop it!!" Toby screamed out, covering his ears. His shouting shocked everyone in the hallway. One of the teachers came pushing past everyone and immediately went to help Toby up, who violently shoved her away. "Don't touch me!" he rubbed his nose, eyes starting to water. "This is-isn't my fault! They shoved me! They broke my things!" he started to shake in anger, hands and vision shivering out of control.

The teacher ripped a note off of his back, reading it. "Oh dear I'm-" she was cut off by him ripping the paper from her hands and grabbing his things from the ground. He shoved it all into his bag, unaware that the note was the reason he was tripped.

Toby pulled his bag over his shoulders and walked out. A fast pace to his step.

Toby made it to the car his mom drove and got in the back seat, slamming the door. The woman looked at him in slight concern. "What's wrong?" she asked. Toby huffed and pulled his bag up, he was still sniffling and seeing red. "Nothing, just drive..please." He mumbled, keeping his bag up to hide himself. The car took off down the school lot and onto the road, the sound of the blinker echoing in his mind as well as everyone's harsh words played on repeat from just a minute ago. Toby pulled his journal, the note falling out that was taped to his back. He hadn't seen it, yanking it from the teacher assuming it was one of his work papers she picked up for him. He read it.

'Kick the freak' it read, in scribbled child-like handwriting. He was currently hidden behind his bag so it wasn't like his mom could see it, but his face faded to a dull expression, shoulders dropping from their tense state. Something about that made him feel very crushed. He felt as if the world was falling around him.

It was just a simple note, but he read it as if every bad name someone could get called was written into it. Toby never did realise how hard something could hit until now.

•••••

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

back at it again with the swap au

In this version, Giovanni is a mundie! Part of the crime family, The Potages! Only containing Gio, his two moms, and his very concerned Epithet having cousins, The Roughhouses

Now for what you've all been waiting for:

The mugger shrunk back. W-what the hell was she supposed to do in a situation like this?! Her eyes darted over towards the two teens cowering next to the backpack. Desperately, she grabbed the sea urchin looking one and held him at knifepoint, he pantomimed in mute protest.

"St-stop right there!" She shouted. "Don't you care what happens to these two?!"

Giovanni's grin did not falter for a second, in fact, it had gotten wider. More gremlin esc, you could say. He flicked his arms, hiding them inside his sleeves. "You think a hostage can save your ass? HAH!" He barked. "Go 'head, don't need 'em alive to sell their stuff, best thing they can do is postpone the inevitable by a few seconds, then I'll have three more body's under my belt." He flicked his sleeves, several switchblades coming out from inside, dragging them across the alley walls, his foot steps driving into the mugger's head like a mysterious ticking noise

Tik

Tik

Tik

"Is five thousand dollars worth their lives? Is it worth yours? You gonna wake up with five thousand in your pocket after you watch two teenagers die in front of ya? Or ya gonna let yourself die? These are aaaaalll hypothetical, it don't matter to me! It's your choice 'Sides," Giovanni stopped, eyes gazing the mugger with a serious, shaded away expression, like in an anime. "I've killed for less."

Suddenly, Giovanni charged the mugger head on until she ran out of the alleyway, screaming her head off like she had just saw five horror movies all at once.

Giovanni stopped, waiting until dead silence was all that remained.

Once there was reassurance that she was fully gone, the two ex-hostages looked at their saviour.

Giovanni Potage did not have an Epithet

Giovanni Potage had never been in a real fight in all seventeen years of his life.

Giovanni Potage started to laugh out of panic

"HOOOLY SMOKES!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" He spat quickly, hiding the knives in his sleeves while he gripped the wall. "That was SO SCARY! Hah! I may be laughing but on the inside I'm dying!"

Giovanni hadn't lied to the mugger fully about his background, his side of the family were a bunch of criminals, growing up learning how to scare, cheat, and lie his way through life. He tries his best to put all that behind him, though. If he had an Epithet, like his parents, he would use all these tricks all he wanted, but, he was a Mundie. So that means he has to lay low.

He desperately wheezed, hacking up whatever was in his throat. "Oh my god what a rush! I straight up thought we were all gonna croak! I know I kept my cool, but I swear If anyone touched me I would turn to dust."

Rick wrapped his arms around Giovanni, crying big stupid tears. "GIOVANNII!!!! MY SECOND BESTEST FRIEND!!! THANK YOU!!! YOU'VE SAVED US FROM THE MONEY HUNGRY WENCH!!!!!"

Giovanni awkwardly patted his back, then Lorelai was dragged into the hug, Rick nestling his head in the middle, tears falling onto the concreate.

"You too, Lorelai! I am so sorry the woman had drenched your work! But the best thing is that.... we are ALL HERE!!"

Ah, the beloved Neo Trio. Standing near each other, all three looked like Neapolitan ice cream, Lorelai and Rick's hair even made it so some of the ice-cream got into their section, authentic!

Giovanni Potage and Rick Shades, Lorelai's best friends, she cared about them more than anything else.

Now for RICK! Our beloved Rich little Sea Urchin! In the au, he's a Mundie, much like Giovanni. Being homeschooled most of his life, Rick never really got people, and people never really got him. He later finds two new BEST FRIENDS! Giovanni and Lorelai.

The good stuff:

"Hey.."

"Oh- eh- hello!" Rick waved awkwardly like a robot, as he started to sweat from the very thought of human interaction.

"Nice lookin' bag ya got there..."

The 'bag' she was referring to was Rick's murse, it was a cute little purple purse in the shape of a sea urchin. Rick had a... strange obsession with sea creatures, sea slugs, cephalopods, isopods, shrimps, crabs, you name it? He loved it. Sometimes he would tell random strangers facts only he thinks are cool.

"Thank you!" Rick held it up "It's a sea urchin! By the way, did you know that the sea urchin uses the hydraulic pressure of water moving in and out of their tube feet to move about slowly. They can also propel themselves along with their spines. That's pretty impressive, considering sea urchins don't actually have brains!" Rick info dumped, not picking up on the fact the woman clearly did not care.

"Look's expensive..."

"Oh indeed it was! I had to personally commission it!" Rick grinned, like a glitched character in a video game. The air got too thick with awkward silence to where he had to leave. "Well! Bye!" He quickly made a break for the exit, but the woman blocked her path.

"Who'd you get to commission it for ya? Might be lookin t'get one.."

"Oh! I paid that nice man at the Baxter's crafting store! No clue what his name was, but I'm sure he'd be happy to make it for you!" The bells in his head were not going off when they really should be

"Ooooooh Baxter's? Gee, I don't think I can afford it"

"Hm! Troubling!" Rick blinked, pulling out a book about Marine Biology from his murse. "Anyways, do you want to hear about 101 Ocean Wildlife Facts?"

Rick did not wait for an answer before flipping through it, clearing his throat, he read the first fact. "Number one! Many bony fish have more than just one set of nostrils. The nostrils of fish also do not open into the back of the mouth like those of mammals, and are not, therefore, for breathing. They lead into organs of smell, which are very sensitive in order for fish to detect the presence of food in the water at considerable distances. More nostrils = more smelling! Huh! Well isn't that neat?"

Rick, once again, did not wait for a reply from the woman. "Ahem, number two-"

The woman didn't think twice before trying to snatch the murse from Rick, making him grab for it with a whine. "Heyyy! That's mine!"

"Not for long!" The woman replied, tugging it. Rick shimmied his way out of her grasp, clutching the murse closely as he shoved the book back inside it.

"You bully! You could've broken it! I know just how to deal with you!" Rick declared, inching closer to the woman before embracing her. "You are only mean because of what society has done! I will be the first to break your mind away from these patterns of violence and thievery! I... forgive you!"

The woman swiftly snatched up the boy by his aquarium back pack, causing him to flail and wail.

"NOOOOOOOO!!! VHS TAPES!!!!! YOU LIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

[theleetoalerandalertoalee]

Day 8 - Truth

Kazuha x Heizou

I had to type the tword in this one and I flustered myself, but we’re gonna ignore that<33

Enjoy ^^

“Hm…? Well, if it isn’t Kaedehara Kazuha. What brings you to Watatsumi Island? I know it’s not to see General Gorou, he’s with his Excellency at Narukami Island.”

The samurai turns, lending the detective an ear, “Ah, Shikanoin Heizou, I’m here to reminisce before the Crux ships back to Liyue.”

“Oh? Is that all? Simply reminiscing?”

Kazuha nods, “yes. You may join me if you wish.”

“Why, thank you. I will.”

Heizou sits beside Kazuha, underneath a sturdy tree that shades the two from the eavesdropping sun.

The detective leans forward to look at Kazuha, “what are you reminiscing about?”

“I’m just listening to the wind as it tells me stories that people don’t remember.”

“You’re as poetic as ever.”

“Hehe, thank you. I’ve been working on haiku skills.”

“Any works you’d like to share?”

“Hmm…well here’s one:

‘Dropping rainwater,

Petals crying as roots sing

Those of land abide.’

What do you think?”

“Ah, it’s very well-written.”

“Thank you.”

“Now…why are you really here, Kazuha?”

“Pardon?”

“My intuition tells me you have an…ulterior motive, than the one you have presented.”

Kaxuha raises an eyebrow, a small smile of amusement teasing the corners of his lips, “ah? What is the renowned detective suggesting?”

“I think…you writing haikus is not why you’re here,” Heizou smirks.

Kazuha returns the detective’s smirk with a gentle smile of his own, “so, why am I here then?”

“Oh, we both know why, but I just want to hear you say it.”

“Is that it?”

Heizou nudges Kazuha’s side with his elbow, “hehe, I think so.”

Kazuha softly pushes Heizou’s elbow away, not revealing what the detective was looking for.

“Oh, come on~ surely, there’s nothing you’d have to hide from me, my friend,” the detective shifts his position to be in front of the samurai, sitting on Kazuha’s thighs.

Kazuha tilts his head, still acting cool like the whispering breeze, “precisely so.”

“With that being said…what is the mysterious wanderer wondering?”

Heizou slowly walks two fingers up Kazuha’s body, from the hip to his chest and back down again. Kazuha giggles softly, looking up at the tree branches above them to direct his laughter away from the hungry ears of the detective.

“Oh? Well what do we have here~?”

Heizou suddenly skitters his fingers over Kazuha's chest, tapping it with the lightness of a feather. Kazuha crosses his arms in front of himself, giggling even more.

“Ah, ah, ah~ I wouldn’t do that. That would simply leave other places exposed, my friend.”

The detective kneads the sides of Kazuha’s now exposed ribs.

“Heizou- hahahaha!”

“Hehe, yes? Is there something you’d like to tell me? My intuition tells me you do~”

Kazuha nods as he tries to protect his ribs, exposing his chest once more- giving Heizou the unintentional incentive to lightly poke the samurai there again. In turn, Kazuha crosses his arms again, so the cycle of teasing continues.

“Oh, do share then,” Heizou smiles innocently as he continues taking advantage of Kazuha’s ticklishness.

“Ah- hahahaha! I came here to- hehehe- to wait for you- hahahaha! I- I thought that you’d come by here- hahaha- because you like the scenery of- hehe- the island- Heizou, enough!”

Heizou stops, tilting his head in both satisfaction and surprise, “you came here...for me? Why?”

“Well, ah…you usually come here on vacation, so I… just wanted to ask if you’d like to spend it. or at least a small part of it, with me.”

“Aw, hehe, I’d be honored to~!”

Kazuha blushes as his grin intensifies, “aha, thank you.”

“Of course! Alas…perjury is a crime, my friend.”

“Hm?”

“You had tried to cover up your initial motive with a white lie, this is punishable by law.”

“Ah..that is true.”

“I sentence you to a hundred pokes!”

“A hundred what-?”

Heizou starts lightly poking at Kazuha’s chest again and the samurai falls into another fit of giggles.

“H-Heizou! Hahahaha!”

[quinloki]

oh yeah no I've def read him & him & him and I kind of thought of it but I wasn't sure if you would have read it

I think that dynamic would work without having to figure out how to broach the like, pseudo-incest with what is essentially step/adopted siblings of them doing anything with eachother lmao they just share the girly they like bc they're both mature (and maybe recreate the shower scene I meannnnnnn… >>) and they're both SOOOO busy with their jobs and stuff and this way you're always taken care of

they def would be sly towards eachother sometimes tho it'd be hilarous

AND YES TWO AGAINST ONE YOURE PROLLY NEVER WINNING EVER BC THOSE FUCKERS ARE SO SMART

I also think pops would really like reader bc reader 'loves' ace (obvi platonic, brotherly love) and ace realizes and FEELS loved and that's something he doesn't get a lot of course pops is gonna favor someone who makes his boy feel loved (smol creature HAHAHAHA ITS LIKE A PET)

god I can just imagine a like competition in both boys heads about who can fluster you the most and you're like obvi so so so spoiled bc I think of them both as very attentive and buy you all the stuffs even tho you're like omg STOP

you're also spoiled by the fucking other brothers cause they think you're cute as a button and if there was any flirting from other brothers I think it'd be funny cause ace would be like….. dude I don't see the appeal and meanwhile you're oblivious to it

I saw you replied to this and I had to make sure I was fully awake before reading bc I knew it was gonna make my brain go brrr and it did if you write this I'll die in the best way you might even get me squealing at work seeing a chapter update (I am very subtle but it happens with birds of a feather sometimes xD)

my brain is all over the place rn but AHHHH fuck Sabo just snuck up on me goddamn this is very much like what happened with marco I just casually was like oh okay I like him and then it spiraled and then you started posting about him and I was like !!!! okay in my brain hardcore then thanks

Sorry to throw more in your brain <3 (I'm not HAHAH even your replies are killing me with the thoughts)

Yeah, I feel like I could dip my toes in a little. Marco and Ace are adopted brothers, and Sabo is Ace's honorary brother with Luffy, and Sabo and Luffy live with the other boys, and they're not like, outsiders, but the vibes/connection between Sabo and Marco isn't really brotherly.

Sabo's a little too independent and I feel like he has weird feelings about Siblings because of Stuffy, or Sterry or whatever the heck that guy's name is.

Sabo and Marco are both pretty open minded on top of it, so they're not likely to get physical with one another without the reader there, but they're not against adding to whatever pleasure is happening, even if it means interacting with one another. Not that it happens often, but I imagine the first time those two share a kiss the reader nearly dies from how hot it is. >.> ("awww, our little bird is all flustered about for being left out." and then you're just drown in kisses against your neck and lips and such.)

I feel like Sabo calls you his little dove, or songbird, and Marco calls you pretty bird, and they'll refer to you as their little bird or sweet dove when it's relating you to both of them.

There's gonna be at LEAST one time where the Reader gets a leg up on Marco and Sabo - and probably only because Thatch, Izou and Ace help her set everything up. XD Some kind of surprise or something and they both come home at the same time and are just agog by it and it's her victory until they pick their jaws up off the floor and turn the tables XD

Similar as they are, Sabo's a little meaner behind closed doors, enjoying teasing and overstimming and edging and please do cry oh so sweetly for him, but just for him, no one else is allowed to make you cry.

Marco's a little sweeter, he loves to hear you sing for him, struggling in whatever binds or sensory deprivations he's got going.

The two of them together are overwhelming, which is a reason why most of your forays with either are 1:1 and not 2:1.

One of the first real issues between the three of them is Shanks, who is just as sweet on you as he is on Marco, and that first little pang of jealously when he starts wooing Marco that the reader feels is the first "oh, I'm jealous." A little self-doubt like maybe you shouldn't try to get near Marco cause Shanks is closer to his age, and gorgeous (and maybe you shouldn't get near Sabo cause Koala is closer in age, and gorgeous)

>.>

[thedeluluverse]

To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it and I'm sorry it's taken me this long to get to it <333

Summary:  Your husband Jimin has always loved kids and wanted them one day but wasn’t sure he would ever get to see himself as a father due to his busy schedule. Now that that dream has come true, he is determined to be the best he can be for your little miracle

Pairing:  husband!jimin x wife!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, first time parenthood

Word Count: 1,795

Warnings:  None, just a bunch of fluff : )

A line. Parallel. No wait, two lines. As you look at the pregnancy test you took a mere 5 minutes ago, you can’t believe your eyes. Your whole life is about to change and too many things are hitting you at once. You and your husband of 2 years, Jimin,  were not trying to start a family right now; granted, it isn’t like you were the most careful couple ever (the flashbacks making you blush) but nonetheless. Scaring you out of your frozen state, your phone lights up showing that Jimin is calling you. Oh no! What is he going to think? Children had been discussed in the past and there was definitely a want there but you mutually agreed to wait until his schedule had calmed down a little bit.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steady your voice, you take the call. As soon as he picks up, he is full of energy, “Hello my love, I am about to head home, did you want me to pick up something to eat for dinner? I know we have both been busy so I figured some takeout would heal the soul hahahaha! Oh wait, it is a bit later than usual. Have you already eaten? Sorry, let me be quiet for a second so you can answer!”. You can’t help but grin at how caring he is just towards you and have to keep yourself from drifting off into how great he would be as a father lest you start crying. Sniffling and clearing your throat discreetly, you answer, “Hey hun, yeah takeout is fine, I’ll just take some veggie ramen. Thanks for being so thoughtful!”. There’s a pause, “Jagiya, are you feeling well?”, he asks.

                You freeze up because the truth is, you haven’t been feeling well. Your stomach was already unsettled before which is what prompted you to take the test in the first place and after the results, you feel even more unsteady than before. There’s no way for him to know that though so why the wellness inquiry out of the blue? You decide to try and play it cool and reply, “I’m fine, just not super hungry today love.”, he gives a skeptical okay then says that he is leaving work now and should be home in about 30 minutes with the food.

                A little over a half hour later, your husband walks through the door as you are sat on the couch catching up on your shows as you had the day off today. He comes in and places a kiss on the top of your head before setting down the bag of food on the counter. Walking to the front of the couch, he leans in, kissing your nose, “How was my girl’s day huh?” he asks with a grin. You give a small smile, “It was good but much better now that you are here.” He gives you a peck on the forehead then states, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower, then we can eat. Unless you’re really hungry now then I’ll wait to wash up”. “I’m fine babe, I promise!” you answer; “Swear?” he asks as he sticks out his pinky. You giggle and make a show of acting as though you can’t see him holding up anything which earns you a cocked eyebrow and him hooking your pinky himself before he walks into the master bathroom.

                Not 10 minutes later, and your husband has definitely shifted into home mode; emerging from your shared bedroom in sweatpants, an oversized hoody, and his glasses, still damp hair making him look like a tiny puppy who just got caught in the rain. You start tearing up the moment you see him and he instantly notices, “Honey, are you alright?” You sniffle and stifle the waterworks as best you can while you nod, “yeah I’m fine, you just looked so cozy and tiny and *crying ensues*”.  He rushes to your side and rubs your back, “Woah there, it’s okay pretty, in the best way possible, are you about to start your period? It isn’t like you to cry because you find me so cute. It’s super sweet but just wanted to check in”. You start laughing and answer “Good joke, about to start my period HA HA  HA, mister funny man, I love you and your sense of humor! XD” You take a deep breath to calm down and then get up to grab the food, blaming the laughing fit on delusional hunger Y/N.  Jimin just smiles and nods, lowkey worried but figures food is the cure.

                While Jimin is almost done with his 5 course meal, you are barely halfway through your bowl of noodles. You really are hungry but your brain is going a million miles a second thinking about everything yet nothing at once and wondering how soon you should tell him. Should you do it now? Wait until he has had some rest? Wait a month or two so you know all is well? As you are having this debate, you feel his hand gently resting on your knee and have just noticed his head bent down so his eyes can meet yours which have zoned out on the floor beneath you in thought. “y/n, are you sure you are okay? You’ve barely touched your food and something just feels off. You can talk to me you know that.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, you nod and reply, “ I know I can, just a lot on my mind but I’m fine I promise!” He purses his lips, not completely convinced but drops the subject.

                After about an hour of you both passing out on the couch after dinner, you are awoken by  a gentle hand on your shoulder and your husband standing behind you with tears in his eyes holding the pregnancy test. Once your eyes adjust, they are wide in panic. Is he upset with the results or that he found out by finding it, you meant to throw the bathroom trash anyway but had forgotten in the midst of everything. He sniffles then comes around to sit beside you, both of his hands holding the test now. Too worried to speak, you just lay a hand on his thigh to let him know you are there if he wants to talk.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known?” he spurts out. Tears form in your eyes with just the biggest mix of emotions. “I only found out a few minutes before your call earlier and have been processing the news myself and trying to figure out when to tell you because I know you are busy and this is just a big surprise and I didn’t want to stress you out and-“ He cuts you off via a finger on your lips, “You wouldn’t have stressed me out jagiya. Yes I’ve had a long day and yes we have been busy lately, but this is a dream come true!”. As he throws his arms around you, your whole body relaxes instantly. The two of you stay up for the next 3 hours talking about everything and just gushing about how excited you are to start a family.

TIME SKIP: 9 MONTHS LATER

                After weeks of preparation, the day is finally here. You are about to give birth to your first child. The nerves are definitely there but you are doing your best to stay calm. Jimin was doing a radio interview about an hour away when you called him that you were in labor and checking into the hospital. He immediately told the host to use whatever material they already had and would be M.I.A. because “his baby is having a baby and I gotta go byyyeeee!!”. He rushes to your side the second he gets to the hospital and doesn’t leave no matter how many times you insist you’ll be fine, glare at him for doing this to you, or putting his hand in a death grip trying to get through the pain.

                About 3 hours later, you give birth to a beautiful baby and once the nurse gets you all settled and you’ve held the baby for a bit, Jimin takes the bundle of joy into his arms for the next 2 hours while you nap just talking and occasionally staring as the situation still feels surreal. As you regain consciousness, you hear him talking to the newborn and fake sleep so he doesn’t stop. What you hear only affirms that you sure picked the right man to start a family with almost 3 years ago.

Now to what you heard, Jimin is telling the child, “You know you are so adorable, aish… you take after your eomma so much you know? She’s as precious as you are and I already can tell she will take the best care of you. Me on the other hand… well, I vow to do everything in my power to protect you, love you, and be there for you as long as I live. I feel honored to be your dad and will make sure I do right by you always. Pinky swear.” At those words, your eyes pop open and see him placing his pinky under the baby’s while he gently kisses the forehead. Tears are forming in your eyes and all you can do is croak out an “I love you” while he smiles back and gets up to lay the baby in the crib.

                Throughout the years, Jimin definitely did right by his promise. Providing for the both of you and eventually for a second child as well in every capacity to the best of his ability. He even went so far as to take a year of paternity leave for each child because he said that “The guys understand and we have enough projects and content coming out for awhile that it’s all set baby. My family comes first. Always will.”

He was better than you ever imagined with children, making your heart flutter and you swear you fall deeper in love with him every day seeing how he interacts with them. He is the perfect balance of stern enough to not be a pushover but not too intense. He genuinely cares about every facet of their lives and helps you to raise them the best y’all can. Over the years, he keeps a log of pinky and height comparisons which helps his self esteem for about 8 years or so. No matter if he is reassuring the kids, planning a surprise for you, or disciplining them, he always finds a way to to work in his signature to let them know that things are alright between them.

The pinky swear <3

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 23 word dump

new chapter to start off the new year LETS FREAKIN GOOOOOOO

i just washed my sheets too im settled in, my bed smells great, im having a great time

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“And while Yuuji had humoured him at first, had been nothing but smiles as he posed for the pictures, the boy has clearly grown tired of the routine..” me during the filo family christmas party when they wanna take pictures … i can still see the ring light ….

ahh the first send off, brings tears to my eyes ;___;  gojo taking a bunch of pictures and sukuna constantly checking him over to make sure he has his stuff- fathers are father-ing and they didn’t wanna let him go just yet :[[

aw they slept together 

before i go on, the new friend is ACTUALLY megumi (i always thought it was megumi shshsh) cus toji literally couldnt afford another school and gojo’s gonna see him and either be like, “wait he looks familiar” or make THAT face right upon seeing him am i right lads or am i right lads (post chapter edit: i am right lads)

HAHAHAHA AN HOUR LONG RANT ON HIS NAILS PLS i see it yea canonically, sukuna usually makes himself look presentable . always pushing back his hair, dusting his clothes off, etc. he’s always gotta look good

whehehdhe he likes sukunaaaaaa !! someday that like will turn to love (post chapter edit: and that someday was today lads)

“How dare he have friends and hobbies and interests that don’t revolve around Satoru.” [gasp] HOW DARE YOU HAVE OTHER FRIENDS ARE YOU MAD ?! 

what kind of netflix drama did he get his story from this time 🙄

thats not the only time you’ll be freezing bc of geto hahahahahahaha

the run on sentences of yuuji’s speech plus casual megumi drop is killing me

i think its a good choice to have off screen moments be mentioned within the present, readers get the context while keeping the story moving . kinda like what gege does :0

ARE THEY WATCHING HUMAN EARTHWORM (post chapter edit: YES THEY WERE OHOHOHO)

FOR ITS HIS FIRST DESIRE TO KISS SATORU OH MY GODDDDDDD WGAGAFBWHVFKD i may have yelled a little

AGH . blocked yet again … i know its still too early but ugh it hurts oh the pain

THATS AN EXPENSIVE MANICURE WTF AND TOJI’S BACK YIPPEEEEEE

i love sukuna being satoru’s voice of reason, bringing sense and logic to satoru’s emotional thinking and it doesn’t clash at all; rather, it works for them very well

AWWWW YUUJI AND MEGUMIIIIIII SO CUTEEEE

“Those baggy, unwashed garments of his allow for superior mobility, while the stench deters opponents from engaging in close-combat.” LMAOOOOO sukuna’s sarcastic remarks about toji, especially his smell im crying 

post chapter thoughts:

 i wanted to see him and megumi in this story so bad ngl and im so happy they’re here !!! i blame the copious amounts of fushiguro family comics i’ve consumed- shout out to ddub1618 on twt

bruh my page reloaded i have to go back

i love long chapter gimme long chapter hmhmhmmhmh

i saw the interpretations of yuuji’s sickness and i thought it was cool but it’s also giving “the curtains represent his depression and lack of will to carry on vs the curtains were blue” lol

it would be a … shame if toji ran out of sugar and needed a bag …….. its a good thing satoru has a nice ol bag at home >:] 

OHHHH IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF THEY DECIDED TO GIVE HIM A NICE HOMECOOKED MEAL OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF THEIR HEARTS >:]]]

[ladyimaginarium]

when ethel cain said "i always knew that in the end, no one was coming to save me, so i just prayed and i keep praying and praying" & "god loves you but not enough to save you" & "so, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself" & "god doesn't love you, not like i do" & "you and me against the world [...] we had nothing but each other, you were my whole world" & "your mama calls me sometimes to see if i'm doing well and i'd lie to her and say that i'm doing fine when, really, i'd kill myself to hold you one more time, and it hurts to miss you but it's worse to know that i'm the reason you won't come home" & "you know, i still wait at the edge of town, praying straight to god that maybe you'll come back around, i cry everyday and the bottles make it worse 'cause you were the only one i was never scared to tell i hurt [...] and you might never come back home, and i may never sleep at night, but god, i hope you're doing fine out there, i just pray that you're alright, and i feel so alone, and i feel so alone out here [...] and i feel so alone without you, i'm so alone" & "i'd hold the gun if you asked me to, but if you love me like you say you do, would you ask me to?" & "i tried to be good, am i no good, am i no good, am i no good?" & "i just wanted to be yours, can i be yours, can i be yours, can i be yours?" & "but in these motel rooms, i started to see you differently, 'cause for the first time since i was a child, i could see a man who wasn't angry" & "i thought good guys get to be happy, i'm not happy, i am poison in the water and unhappy" & then "preacher's saying god will save me, if god is real, he's a fucking bitch" & "i didn't ask to be this crazy but since we're here, i'll give them a show" & "if you try to hurt me, i won't stop you, but there's something you should know, it's that my daddy's fucking crazy and always ready to blow" & "the first boy i ever loved was a brother i never had, i thought, with him, maybe i'd make it, maybe it'd be half as bad, spent my night under the covers just wishing he was there, draw his portrait in my diary just to hold when i got scared, now i'm fucked up and i'm nasty, but they say i make it look good" & "what's gonna scare me when i've seen it all? [...] if i can't live, can i just fucking die?" & "am i not good enough for you? is there something wrong with me? baby, don't you lie to me, am i just not what you want? am i just not what you need? is there someone in your heart that keeps you gone away from me? is she prettier than me? is her skin softer than mine? can she give you what i can't? the thing i cry for every night?" & "i think about you everyday, 'cause i love you more than i thought i could [...] 'cause i don't hate you like i know i should, was i not good enough for you? was there something wrong with me? i just cry by myself at night but you'll never know and you'll never see" & "sometimes you make me wanna put my fucking head through the wall, sometimes i wonder if i ever even knew you at all" & "and we've been cursed since the start, jesus didn't want us [...] and fuck the cops and fuck god and fuck this town for ruining us" & "in the corner, on my birthday, you watched me dancing right there in the grass, i was too young to know that some types of love could be bad" & "you poor thing, sweet mourning lamb, there's nothing you can do, it's already been done" & "bless the children, each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence" & "stop, stop, stop, make it stop, stop, make it stop, make it stop, i've had enough" & "i am the face of love's rage" & "and i spend my life watching it go by from the sidelines, and, god, i've tried, but i think it's about time i put up a fight" & "i forgive it all as it comes back to me" & "dancing with the windows open, i can't let go when something's broken, it's all i know, and it's all i want now" i& just. okayokayokayokay okay yeah alright hahahaha lmaoooo im& totally fine i& just

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Chapter 17 Thoughts

Spoilers for The Mandalorian Season 3

I AM SO HAPPY THIS SHOW IS BACK OMG!

I was a smiling a lot through this whole episode. It was exactly the campy, fun introduction back into the show that I needed.

Now, like I'm doing with TBB, here are my bullet point thoughts on the episode!

Did not expect to open with The Armourer.

Love the close-up shot of the metal being bent and the following far-out shot where it's flat. Little continuity error I immediately noticed, but it doesn't ruin anything. It just makes me laugh. 😂

Ooooh, the helmet that was circulating as a leak.

Loving the little ceremony.

Is this Din?

It doesn't really look like Din.

So the ceremony doesn't happen in Mando'a then? 🤔

WHAT IN THE MOSOSAUR CROCODILE IS THAT THING?!

Ngl, this is exactly the type of thing I would've expected to happen during Din's creed ceremony. 🤣

This is absolutely not how I was anticipating this season to start but I am not mad about it.

Okay it wasn't Din because N-1 inbound!

Grogu popping up in the back. 🤣

Honestly, I feel like the Jawas could uncover every secret in the Star Wars galaxy.

Grogu giving The Armourer puppy dog eyes. 🥺

PURRGIL?!

I did not expect that WTF.

Little nod to the fact that we're getting live action Rebels? 😉 I wonder if they'll actually be relevant to this show.

Grogu snuggling up against Din. 🥺

Also, I love how he can just come and go from the cockpit as he pleases.

Grogu is so relatable because if I was Force sensitive, I too would use it to spin around in office chairs and steal M&Ms.

And Greef being High Magistrate? Fancy.

Not quite as cool as Lord Mand'alor but still impressive.

We love a duel. 🩶

So they are gonna address the Cara Dune problem! 🤣

The IG statue is made out of bits of IG???

Din trying to reconstruct droids to help him? Character growth. I love it. 🥰

OKAY WELL THAT WAS KINDA HORRIFYING

Also did Din just throw Grogu??? 😭🤣

I love the Anzellans omg.

DIN HUNCHED UP IN THE SHOP I'M CRYING 😭🤣

It's even funnier thinking about the fact that he would've had to have crawled in there. 🤣

Hahahaha Din having to stop Grogu from messing with the Anzellans! 🤣

The dad vibes are strong.

"NO SQUEEZIE"

Grogu's little wave!

Din teaching Grogu things will be the death of me.

I can't deal with this adorableness!

I knew a lot of the trailer footage had to be from the first few episodes but there was a lot of stuff that I did not expect to see in the same episode!

Din pushing Grogu back into place. 🥰

Also the fact that Grogu knew to get under Din's bandolier means that he totally knew what was gonna happen next. 🤣

FORGET KEVIN'S CRYPTIC HEMLOCK HEAD TWEET BEING ABOUT THE BAD BATCH

GORIAN SHARD LOOKS LIKE POND WEED HELP

This is amazing. 🤣

That Mandalorian castle looks like it's owned by Stark Industries.

Ngl, this last bit felt a little bit out of place with the rest of the episode but I get it's importantance!

I just think the vibe of this scene doesn't match the fun campiness of the rest of it.

But it sets up some interesting stuff so I'm excited to see where it goes!

Not the end of the episode already! 😭

Back to waiting a week. 🥲

I loved this episode so much! It's not a new favourite or anything but it's exactly the fun, quirky episode that I needed to get back into this show (it was also a nice break from the spooky vibes in TBB).

There were definitely a lot of surprises that kept me on my toes, so I love that! But the adorableness of Din and Grogu is what I really missed. 🥰 Din teaching Grogu what it means to be a Mandalorian has my heart melting. Also appreciate the fact that Grogu is still being a little terror. 🤣

Strong start and I am very excited to see where this season is going!

[doyouknowwhoyouare13]

nyx reads icebreaker!!

it's been a while since I made one of these lovely lovely posts

started: December 30th, 2023

finished:

anyways the obligatory warning: I don't expect like anyone to read this it's pretty just my thoughts LMAO but I can be funny sometimes so 🤷🏻‍♀

and ofc!!

SPOILERS FOR ICEBREAKER BY HANNAH GRACE!!

Ok chapter one!!!

I'm also very happy she included a playlist!! Very cutesie

Anastasia's pov!!!

oh! so I don't like aaron and it's been 5 seconds

literally first page

oh!

"ended up holding a baby instead of a gold medal" FOUL.

oh!

um

aaron can suck my left nut what the fuck

WHAT

WHAT IN THE WORLD

walking red flag

oh no

they live together

I hope he chokes on a rock

oh!

we are 4 pages in guys

I

He does NOT seem fun to be around girl you need to run

EW

EW EW EW

I HATE MEN I HATE THEM I HATE THEM

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh!

SHE'S TRACKING HER FOOD I HATE MEN

HE HAS A SMALL FUCKING DICK I KNOW IT

I KNOW IT I KNOW IT I KNOW IT

FUCKING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh he's blond.

oh.

oh.

ok.

Um.

running away now.

am I going to have to read smut 9 pages in

ok I lied he's kinda cutesie

awww I like him

ok chapter 2

Nate!!

oh what an opening sentence!

I did just jump back in shock.

oh I like him though

he's funny

uh oh

NOT HIM BEING SCARED IT WAS A SISTER OR MOM

NATE 💀

FOURTH????

oh!

THAT'S why

he's a cutie I like him

Henry's cute too omg :(((

THAT'S SO FUNNY

AWWWW OMG I LOVE ALL OF THEM

THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST TRANSITION LMAO

OH NO WHAT

Chapter 3

Anastasia

um

guys

RYAN!!!!!

AHHH I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIIIIINDDDDDDDD

HE'S SUCHHHH A CUTIEEEEEEEE!!!!!

AARON WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I'M GONNA KILL YOU

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GO RYAN!!!

there's something so sad about watching someone age

YEAH YOU BETTER LEAVE!!! SLAYING THE DAY AWAY AND CURSING THE HATERS!!! WOOHOO!!

it shouldn't be used as an example as something bad because obviously it isn't

he's so icky...

like bro

REALLY??/ 🫢 I NEVER SAW THIS COMING!!!!!!!!

NATE!!!

AHHHH

AARON GET YOU UGLY GRUBBY PAWS OFF OF HER I'M GONNA CRY

AHH I HATE MEN GET OFF

chapter 4

nate!!!

already 30 pages in this is crazy

only...

402 left!!

haha

hahahaha

hahahahahahhahaha

yay!

russ you're in big trouble

NO NO NO NO HE'S NOT HER BF

he's so fine he has no right

HE'S SO SILLY

NATE 💀

RYAN!!!!!!!!

AWWW IT'S STARTINGGGG

HE'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AHHH

I AM NOT!!! I AM NOT IMMUNE TO HOCKEY PLAYER CHARM!!!!!!!!!!

I love Lola she's a cutie

WHATTTTTTTTT 😦

A SLUTTTTTTTTTTT

A SLUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

GOT ME GIGGLING

OMGGGG KICKING MY FEET

NOT. HER. BOYFRIENDDDD.

anyways!

sorry getting a little passionate 🥰

[justaredheadf1fan]

Trouble's definitely Bak-u for this one!

Seriously, why did I have to miss this weekend? I've been catching up on my home after work and holy hell! I'll say what I already have in mind if I confirm it after watching all the Sprint content from today.

Sprint Shootout - Saturday

Well, so for now what I can gather is that this crap is meant to be a Quali 2.0, for the Sprint race. That's what's so especial about it? Anyway, let's see how this goes.

Quite a few cars through that escape/way out (how do people actually refer to this in English???? I'm at a loss right now 🤣).

Aaaaand Sargeant hit the barrier and destroyed his right rear and he can barely move the car. Causes a Red Flag and Q1 is not gonna get restarted now. I now Williams retired him for the Sprint and honestly, I get it. That looks BAD.

10 minutes for Q2 and it's looking a little calmer than Q1 for now. And it definitely is, Stroll almost got lost in the mix but finally made it through. Pretty quiet, this one.

Time for Q3, i'm about to see Charles crushing it again today before the disasterclass 🥲 What a beaut. funny though I've just seen him crash 🤪 This guy's gonna end me, seriously. I have no clue how he even got the car to its rightful place. What a guy.

Onto the circus now.

Sprint Race - Saturday

Let's see now what everyone has been talking about for the last few hours.

HAHAHAHA George serving cunt right from the start. WHAT A KING! And Crystappen complaining about something he's done a thousand times to everyone, especially Lewis??? Oh boy, am I enjoying the karma!!!!

Omg Yuki noooooooo!!!! VSC deployed, that tyre right in the middle... Good thing they've already slowed down. Safety Car now deployed after Yuki's tyres haven't been properly fitted or is it that the car's is fucked? Damn.

Whoa what a restart!! What's going on with Fernando, what did he take!? 🤣

Sharl had nothing to do against Checo, that illegal car is just too much. He didn't even need to try, he just got there and ate him up. And Sid's engineer is just so funny, telling him he's done a good job not making contact with George, really on point tbh. Crybaby needs a reality check, even if it's that subtle.

Haas on Haas violence? I need popcorn for this! I'm just waiting for this to really devolve in a couple races 💀 And now that's a good overtake by Lance, good job my darling!!

Well, good thing Sharl could keep the fraud at bay at least, since there was no catching Checo.

I'm amused at how our dear friend the baby could have the nerve to tell George off about the crash. Are you serious, dude? And threatening him with crashing against him ON PURPOSE. Nobody sees the problem here? Honestly, I couldn't be prouder of George after his response. King. He chose violence and stuck to it today. Good for him.

And that's it, that's the most interesting thing that happened on the Sprint day and basically it went down right afterwards.

I seriously believe that FIA are not even thinking about the sport, they haven't been for quite some time now. Doing this at a track such a Baku, it's very risky. It might not be as dangerous as Jeddah, but it's still a pretty complicated or tricky race. Doing the Sprint there is just for the sake of the circus that can happen after the race itself since it's pretty damn boring otherwise.

Someday the worst will happen and someone will truly get hurt (if not killed) in one of these at a complicated track, and then we'll all cry. But clearly the FIA only think about the $ and the spectacle for the sake of the spectacle instead of thinking straight.

That's MY opinion. Feel free to disagree. But I really hate this crappy ideas.

Race - Sunday

I'm finally back from work so I'm gonna watch the clown show now. I know more or less what happened so not very excited about it, but I like to suffer.

Good start from Sharl and both RBR alost hitting each other. Why is it always "almost"? So unfair. Good start from Lewis and Lance. This is gonna last so little...

So, absolutely no one will mention the fact that IT'S NOT NORMAL to pass someone that fast even with DRS? Jesus, it's fucking insane.

Lance saying that he's not gonna attack Fernando. What a class act, this boy. Fernando, you know you don't deserve this kid. My poor baby, he might not know yet Fernando will definitely sacrifice hm given the chance if it means he'll get any advantage at all.

Pretty clean and boring race so far and it's only been 8 laps. Where is the exciting Formula 1 we were promised with the regulation change last year? Because I don't see it. I miss the actual Formula 1, the one we used to see years ago, so much rawer and chaotic in many ways. They wanted to take out Mercedes at all costs and they made this sport a huge crap. I remember how nervous and ecstatic I used to be watching this every race weekend. I really did have bad timing when I decided to come back to this.

Very clean pit stop for Lewis, thank goodness. Now we can see the RBR fighting, due to some trouble going on for Sid the Sloth. And De Vries broke his wheel, we get a Safety Car on the track now. What a surprise.

That restart will be so bad. I'm seeing it before I even have it on my screen. Aaaaand there we go. Lewis almost hitting the barriers, Fernando eating up Carlos like he's nothing (he really isn't), Lance right there too. And Lewis takes George!

But seriously, Carlos? How sad was that? Ouch, Lance touched the barrier! Hope he's good, he's doing a fantastic job today!! What happened in the pit lane with George? Didn't notice.

Okay, how hard is that Aston Martin? What kind of concrete did they use to build it? 🤣 Lance made a mistake now and went wide, and nos Lewis eats him up! Sorry, Lance, but this was bound to happen eventually!!

Pretty boring last few laps, like literally one of the most boring races in the last few months (counting 2022 too) because nothing is happening. And there's still almost half the race to be completed. Yikes.

Still 11 laps to go, and I can't yawn more than I already am. What a bore. Seriously, why am I like this? Why do I need to see this? And for what!? At this point I'm just thinking that as soon as this is done, I need to hang my clean clothes to dry, since I've left them in the washing machine until the races ends. This is saying A LOT.

George pitting in lap 50? Mmmm... WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED WHEN OCON WAS ENTERING THE PITS!? And no where comes George getting Fastest Lap!!!! Yes baby, he started off the weekend doing nothing of substance and now here he comes!

I just shut off the streaming since it's been enough. Too much, actually.

All in all, it was a crappy race. Really disappointed since this track is one of my faves.

Same plan next week, I'll watch after work, whenever that is since I have no clue what my schedules are 🤣 I'm too tired now to even check this before posting so...

Peace out!

[nani-nonny]

I swear nonny am about to go to your house and enter just to ask you; WHY YOU MADE IT SO SHORT?!?!?!/HJ

Ngl, i was watching gameplay of video game call " ghost trick " until i got email notification about your " am blue " it took me half minute to realize it's; 1- from you. 2- it's " I'm blue " fic 💙💙💙💙.

I start reading and what else?! Mf Old timer strick again with LCD, am.so close to tackle that mf to STOP BULLYING HIM!! He had enough!/j

Like the cry bullied baby he is, LCD leaves immediately to his tent to cry leaving the big boys to talk.

Blue chewing the jerky reminded me of that one obnoxious kid who chew gum just so he doesn't focus on the lecture in classroom 🤣

When DMD asked old timer why he get called old timer i felt; 1- bruh moment because " old timer = old as fuck ". 2- What if LCD's turn came up?!? ( now idk what i must get worried about?! LCD get exposed to the rest of the leos or WDS's fic end & bishop... Nani you're torturing me).

So back to the name choosing and no lies or disrespect? I feel you took half of chapter describing what old timer feels whe he got asked the question 😂 it made me think " yo nani are you trying to skip or give little details in the fic?! Answer me! " 🤣

After 24 years, old timer finally answer with he's obviously older which wants me to pull the " you don't say " meme xD

Then here comes the age reveling where i get to know REUNION IS 61!! AFTER THAT IS DMD WITH 49 And WDS is 44 and i bet you money on it; LCD is the youngest!! I just know it!! (Which make it more funny because the middle kids are gonna bully the youngest for begin a killer)

Reunion's Audacity calling them " children " made me laugh, imagine his old ass whenever he regroup with them he say " okay kids/children... " or " kids that's enough " 🤣🤣

And then he turns to LCD's tent and called him out remind me of mom when she says " you're (name doing something) tomorrow " which DOESN'T help me sleep at all.

It would be funny if LCD wasn't sleep but after hearing Reunion's order he REALLY isn't getting any sleep LOL.

AND THEN THE BIG STUFF HAPPENS!! My dude slips and admits he didn't win the war on his first try and man oh man!! He cracked some gears into the two (who knows maybe 3 if LCD wasn't sleep).

And then dipped and left like a dad announcing he's going to get the milk.

Leaving DMD & WDS, am sure WDS WANTS to share about his ghost brothers but after knowing DMD lost everyone... Yeah he said nope to that, NANI YOU'RE TORTURING THEM!!!

Hahahaha! All I’m Blue chapters are about 1-2k words long heheh

Also, you have me on your notifs? :((( thank you /pos

Achilles(LCD) just makes it so easy for Old Timer (Reunion) to tease him. /j Old Timer’s totally not trying to see where Achilles’s limits are so that he knows where are the good places to step in a field of metaphorical landmines /hj

“Nani you’re torturing me” I’m not trying to :) /t

Old Timer is a sentimental old man whose therapist told him it was okay to take a moment to himself to think long and hard. And he’s trying not to spill too much about himself, so he has to take a moment to think or he’ll say too much, as seen at the end of the chapter :)

Yess!!! Age reveal! Old Timer is the oldest at 61, Barbarian (DMD) is 49 (I thought a lot about what his age is and nearly made him 53 because it made more sense for the DMD fic but he also greatly exaggerated his age in his fic so… *shrugs*), and Big Blue (WDS) is the youngest at 44 (he’s currently 1 or 2 years younger in his fic at the moment).

Old Timer’s original age was going to be 70, but I cut him some slack and reminded myself that he’s not that old, I’m unconsciously trying to make fun of him. But he does have some elder rights to call them children, they are almost 2 decades younger than him hahaha

And it would be funny if Achilles (LCD) was awake through it all *sweats and runs away*

And oh how the mighty have fallen! Old Timer slips up his words and spills more than he would have liked hahaha! He really kicked into high gear and left as quickly as he could, can’t risk spilling more beans!

“Nani you’re torturing them!!” Nuh uh /t