#these two ayeeee

[awzominator]

Y’all know Junie b. Jones ????

[too0bsessedformyowngood]

More Batfam incorrect quotes (pt. 2)

pt. 1

pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6

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Steph: “You’re running on four hours of sleep-”

Tim: “Two”

Steph: “What?”

Tim: “It’s two hours of sleep”

Steph: “Did you not take a nap?”

Tim: “No I had a monster”

Steph: “You sad little pebble, sad little creature on the floor”

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Duke: “You’re starting patrol I’m starting dinner. We are not the same”

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Dick: “there’s three whole slices of pizza in the trash”

Jason: “Dick no”

Dick: “Dick yes”

Jason: “Dick no”

Dick: “Dick yes”

Jason: “Dick NO”

Dick: “Dick YES” *grab a slice of pizza*

Damian: *slaps the pizza out of his hand*

Damian: “RICHARD NO”

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Steph: “You guys are just haters”

Duke: “no”

Cass: “fuck you”

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Dick: “Jason that is a great way to lose a finger”

Bruce: *appearing from the void* “What’s a great way to lose a finger?”

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Steph: "Cassandra.." *falling onto a couch very dramatically*

Cass: *Lands dramatically and matching energy on other couch to mirror Steph* "Stephanie"

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Jason: “I can be the biggest asshole and I’m fucking proud of it”

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Dick: “I have to preface this story by saying I was in a good comma afterwards for 17 hours”

Bruce: WHAT?!

Dick: “Alfred woke me the next day at 5pm to see if I was alive”

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*Tim and Stephwalking past each other on campus*

Tim: “Steph!”

Steph: “Tim!”

Tim: “I got like 3 hours of sleep last night! :D”

Steph: “I got like 4 hours of sleep last night! :D”

Tim: “Ayeeee”

Steph: “Ayeeee”

*continue to walk past each other*

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*Jason talking to the Outlaws*

Jason: “I lent out some of my books to one of my siblings and I just realized that there was a piece of paper in one that was used as a bookmark, so I took it out and this is what I saw”

*picture of a small piece of paper that says “this is your place :) satan loves you 🖤🖤” *

[lowkeyrobin]

hiii can i ask for hcs of quackity and his s/o being it couple? like other ccs are constantly bringing them up and hyping them bcs they're giving couple goals, or just fans getting them to trend on social media all the time idkk sorry if weird

oooo okay!! ; and dw this wasn't weird at all! it's fine lol ; thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy 🫶

QUACKITY ; it couple

summary ; you and quackity, through your shared fanbases and friends, have become the online it couple of the month

warnings ; language

word count ; 379

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

the hype and popularity spiked again once the qsmp had a random popularity spike after korea was introduced into the smp

then quackity started trending on tik tok and then you did once you posted a new video with him on your channel

getting the jake webber / tara yummy / johnnie guilbert treatment 💀💀 tik toks couple of the month

"Hey, Alex, I think we're trending again!"

"We are, cause you're so beautiful, Y/n/n."

"Shut your goofy ass up"

anyways, your friends loveeee sending you both edits and fanart

especially ones that make you look so hot together and shit

the tik tok edits go crazy

a solid hour of tubbos tubbathon is just reacting to y/s/n edits

they also love hyping you two up

from fit checks to cute couple moments, they're always hyping you up 💯💯

"ayeeee go! go! shake that ass! QUACKITY SHAKE THAT ASS" ; from roier and foolish

niki, foolish and tommy are probably your biggest hype men, in comments or on stream LMAO

god forbid one of you mentions having a favorite song or shared song you like /pos

the edits AGAIN lmao

you dressed as aesthetics of music you listened to for a video but never addressed it on stream so again, the edits LMAO

so many of you to emo/punk music and so many of him to rap/hip-hop (take this with a grain of salt ok...)

anyways, insta posts and stories together>>>

Twitter white boy of the month? more like Twitter it couple of the month. fuck them

dude streamer awards 😨😨😨 /pos

yall looked so good. head to toe, you fucking KILLED. IT.

the fanfic writers have been inspired. the people who paused their fics are all back solely for a streamer awards chap bc yall were being a little wink wonk the whole time /ns

you were just being adorable in general

nevermind the vids u posted of karaoke in the car afterwards

so many edits of you and alex making like thirst traps LMFAOOOO

anything for the fans 🙏🙏🙏

then you publicize a playlist titled "hot stuff w Alex 💯💯" and the world BREAKS.

don't care don't care

mostly like hot girl motivation + banger songs from the 2000s

like rihanna, jay-z, plus some newer kinda stuff like victoria monet and 21 savage LMAO

anyways that's all I got idk I'm sick and have 0 braincells

[the-great-empress]

Better with them than with you (partII)

Replaced au about obey me x what the "hell" is bad?

Here Mc is woman

warning: grammatical errors, English is not my native language

Tags: @huuvu

Part I | Part II | Part III

A long time ago Mc left with the “other” Satan, or as the six lords nicknamed him “Doppelgänger Satan”, the physiques and personalities of both Satans were opposite, however, their aromas and auras were identical like two drops of water, that “red thing” came from time to time to look for something that only Solomon, Simeon and Satan could give to Mc so that he can stay in the other hell

It's been a while since Michael and Raphael went to the house of lamentations to help Mc leave with the other Satan and to scold the brothers, except for the "real Satan", for abandoning Mc and the avatar of wrath when They needed them... when they almost died...

Michael in front of Mc seemed serene, although his eyes reflected sadness as he said goodbye to her, when Mc left... he was the one who was most upset, without warning the high-ranking angel slapped Lucifer with such force that it embedded him in the wall, Michael's face was of anger, pain and sadness, as if he had said goodbye to a great secret love, Raphael could swear that Michael would slap the rest of the brothers, Diavolo and the rest arrived in time before Michael "reconditioned" to his former companions, but only Luke was able to reason with Michael.

Even so, Michael points out Diavolo's negligence for letting Lilith's actions slide and allowing the other lords to behave that way towards Satan and Mc.

—If you really care about your plan to unite the three kingdoms, you better put on that crown that you use for your whims and not be soft on Lilith and the six Lords because BECAUSE OF THEIR FAULTS, the person who helped you the most in uniting left. to the three kingdoms and probably won't come back again

Diavolo did not punish them... or at least he did not give an exemplary punishment, he simply put them under house arrest, except for Satan, once again Diavolo was soft because of his affection for Lucifer. Michael and even Raphael and Solomon preferred that there be physical punishment, because the person who managed to connect the three kingdoms left due to the prince's negligence and favoritism, but again Luke defused the situation...

—Lord Satan~!! Ayeeee!

An adorable red mass appeared in front of the Lord of Wrath, the mass in question had a set of horns, bat wings and a tail, it was the adorable little demon that responded to the name of Ppyong, the little demon smiled radiantly at The demon held three black bags, one of them made a sound similar to full glass bottles hitting each other lightly, in fact, it had the silhouette of two bottles.

—Oh! Ppyong! I was wondering when you were coming. Are you coming for "that"?

—Yes, aye! Simeon and Solomon already contributed their parts, only Lord is missing, aye!

The smiling little demon handed him two of the bags, keeping only the one that had two bottles. The fourth brother gladly and smiling accepted them. As soon as he perceived the aroma of Mc coming from one of them, his face turned bright red and he ran to your room where you could have privacy

—Ppyong! How are you?! How is Mc?!

Another voice was present, it was Prince Diavolo accompanied by his loyal butler, both gave the image that "everything is fine" but not only were they there, there were also the rest of the lords, after all they were in the house of the laments, they had a haggard and neglected appearance, they even had circles under their eyes... they were... depressed and resentful as they stared at where Satan went...

What was “that” that only the former angel, magician and demon had to help Mc?

Why not them?

Will Mc be okay?

Why haven't you invoked them?

I miss you Mc…

Those were the thoughts of the six brothers

As for the cheerful Ppyong, he politely greeted the prince, butler and lords, the little demon was extremely oblivious to the thoughts and true situation of the brothers, he was only aware of the few things that Mc told him, positive things that were true later. After all, Ppyong earned a space in the heart of the human who did not have the courage to break the illusion that the demons of his reality were different from hers...

—I'm fine, aye! Mc… —his face expressed concern although he was also moved so much that he shed tears when he named her—, she continues to worry a lot about everyone, aye! Heals the wounded, she rebuilds destroyed houses and fights angels with her rare, out-of-this-world magic, Aye! She is a great demon, aye! Not to mention that she has the support and help of her ancestor Solomon, Miss Mc likes to talk and hear from him, aye~! —Ppyong exclaimed happily

Every time Mc heard about Lilith she seemed oblivious to the conversation.

She has never spoken about Lilith... the onlys exceptions was... before it was revealed that Lilith was her ancestor and... when Belphegor was going to kill her again

The demons of the Devildom were more than aware that the “others” of that “Hell” would not tell lies because of what said truth.

—Who would say that because our Solomon's descendants escape this reality centuries ago, we have been given the pleasure of knowing her, aye? She made some of Archangel Gabriel's feathers come off and she gave them to me. Do you want to see them, aye?

—A-ha... no thanks, I still haven't gotten used to the fact that in the other reality the angels are cruel —Diavolo spoke with his head down because the other reality was at war.

—Oh! I think we both have the same feeling Prince Diavolo, my body still doesn't get used to the little angel around even though he has proven to be a good demon and Miss Mc claims that he is good, Aye! …

—Sit with us Ppyong while you wait... whatever Satan is doing —Asmodeus spoke sweetly while making sure the little demon saw his eyes so that his charm could take effect— Come on~ sit next to me~ that bag looks heavy~ let me hold it for you while you get settled~

Since he first saw Ppyong, Asmodeus always used his charm on the little demon, at first the naive Ppyong obeyed Asmodeus, approaching him like moths to the light, however, shortly after placing his beautiful hands in those bags to know what “it” was once and for all, the stubborn Ppyong grabbed the bag and prevented him from doing so. “No, thank you, aye.” Ppyong rejected his proposals. “It must be something vital. Solomon gave the hint that it was “milky.” Could it be a potion?” Those present in the room thought, even Diavolo and Barbatos wanted to know, but Ppyong only limited himself to telling them that he promised Mc not to tell them, not even bribing him with all the things Ferrere could offer him would say that it was “that.”

—Mc is currently in Lost Paradise due to a sexual injury, aye! Although the same can be said for His Majesty Satan and His Majesty Mammon, aye —Ppyong reported smiling.

—I hope they get better —Diavolo said until his brain clicked like the rest— Wait... What?

The six brothers stood with stunned eyes and open mouths, they felt a horrible sensation in their stomachs, perhaps among the six the worst who felt at that moment was Mammon for listening to his counterpart, Mc and the word with “s” in the same sentence

Did she replace them?...

They had to go, she wouldn't replace them. Right?

Mc managed to have a threesome with whb Mammon and whb Satan

When they find out what "that" is and how she has a connection with the three kingdoms, she take from each one 🤣

Even though Simeon is still a ex angel here, he was the candidate that Ppyong wouldn't try to kill him on first sight.

[bigbawdy-benzz]

SUPER SHY 2.0

Pairing: Miles 42! X Shy Black Plus Size Fem Reader

Tags: @idkmistake @aaliyahwalkshere @mama-2001

Summary: Y/N has finally been noticed by Miles, you already had Miles heart now you have it even more now that you two are bonding getting to know each other.

A/N: I'm glad you guys loved the other one so much!! So here's pt.2 a day later I hope you guys love this one as well!! ENJOYYYYY as the author I was giggling and kicking my feet rooting for y’all. Btw if you didn’t read Pt.1 go read it before this one!! pt3

“I'm Y/N thank you so much”. You say taking your books trying to hide your smile.

“No problem Y/N also I like your shoes” Miles stated with a smile, you looked down at your shoes then looked at his smiling even wider looking back up at him.

“Thank you we’re matching” Y/N replied. Miles looked at his shoes smirking looking at Y/N

“Coincidence” He said swiftly walking away with his friends. You were hooping and hollering in your head trying not to scream.

“GIRLLLLLLLLL” Aaliyah shouted.

“Damn that was a very intense moment” Ocean states with her eyes widened looking at You.

“That's your man cannot convince me ANY less” Aaliyah exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

“Seriously did you see the way he LOOKED at you when y’all were talking AND the mamita that's all yours Y/N”. Ocean added to Aaliyah’s statement

“PLS don’t add on to my delusions, let's get to class” You stated before, y'all were late to class. You and your friends contained yourselves going to your math class. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but Miles was running through your mind it was hard to pull yourself together. Your friends noticed laughing quietly. You looked at them with a smile, you went on your phone to distract yourself seeing the following icon pop up on instagram, you clicked it seeing ‘therealmilesgmorales’ has followed you. Your eyes light up showing your friends your phone.

“Ohhhh mmmmm ggggggg” Aaliyah whispered.

“You better get on that luv cause that's officially your man he followed you” Ocean stated smirking at You.

“Real delulu screaming out my man” You sang causing you and your friends to giggle, in your peripheral vision your teacher eyed yall.You guys immediately started doing your work praying the bell rings soon. You went back to daydreaming with the biggest smile on your face, you heard the bell ring grabbing your things exiting the class room with your friends. The rest of the school day went by smoothly, you saw Miles in the hallway shooting him smiles and he smiled right back at you. The end of the day approached and you were about to leave with your friends.

“Hey Mamita” Miles said approaching you, you were smiling from ear to ear.

“Hi Miles” You said shyly.

“Is it okay if I walk you home?”. Miles asked, You looked at your friends and then back at Miles they nodded their heads at you.

“Yes of course” You replied.

“BYEEE Y/N WE LOVE YOU” Aaliyah shouted

“BE SAFE BOOKIE” Ocean Shouted as well as you were leaving with Miles.The walk was dead silent for 5 minutes because you were too shy to say anything, Miles picked up on this smiling at you.

“What you listening to?” Miles asks

“I'm listening to Best I ever had by Drake” You reply

“That's my shiiit play it I wanna listen”. He says you take your airpod out blasting the song. Miles starts singing, you look at him chuckling joining him cause fuck it.

“Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it I want this forever, I swear, I can spend whatever on it” The both of you sing laughing having a good time walking home. You were smiling the whole walk, Miles started dancing while walking making you laugh.

“AYEEEE” you shouted hyping him up, you appreciated how he made you feel comfortable by doing simple things. Quite frankly Miles did not give a damn about how he might have looked crazy; it made you feel comfortable enough to sing at the top of your lungs with him.

“Who else you listen to ma?” Miles asks with a smile, seeing you smile

“I listen to Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator, Steve lacy, Shreea Kaul, the list goes on”. You reply smiling from ear to ear.

“I like Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator,Steve Lacy, I have to listen to Shreea Kaul. We gotta get together, do nothing and listen to music you a Vibe” Miles stated, looking at you with the cutest smile on your face.

“Tienes una hermosa sonrisa” Miles said, making you want to fall to your knees, the way it rippled off his tongue, the way his voice sounded it tingled you just right. (You have a beautiful smile)

“Thank you Miles” You said shyly, Miles chuckled.

“You gettin shy on me Mamita?”. He says confidently being a tease, the way everything rolled off his tongue did something to you.

“Noo of course not”. You say looking away from Miles.

“Awe it’s okay, I have a question for you”. Miles expressed

“What's your question?” You ask while still looking away from him, he brought his hand to your chin turning your head to look at him, you were flustered trying not to blush.

“Can I take you out Tomorrow?” He asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb, you fall into his touch looking at him.

“Yes you can take me out” You say receiving a smile from Miles, he wanted to kiss you right then and there but it was too soon way too soon. He stopped touching your face realizing you’ve made home.

“Don’t worry about where we are going, I'm going to figure it out,it's going to be a surprise just show up looking pretty I'm going to show you how pretty girls are treated”. Miles stated looking you in the eyes.

Stay tuned for pt 3!!!

[sunofpandora]

Authors note:

AYEEEE CHAPTER TWO

Wow! I was not expecting all the kind comments and the taglist requests from chapter 1. I’m genuinely in shock, still. The comments and reposts got me teary eyed. 

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Word count: 6k       

Chapter 2

The son sun made of stone  

words.

𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼/𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼/𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼/

‘Y/n was made of fire. Oh, a goddess girl with lips of lightning and a caged Phoenix under her skin. Neteyam is just the ashes and remains of the heavens she crushed under her heel.’

General Warnings: na’vi reader/ reader is a war orphan/ as always, spider, the reader, and Lo’ak are a trio/ Lo’ak and Reader being platonic soulmates?/ Spider and Reader being trauma twins/ Neteyam being lovesic/ Neteyam being nervous and shy around reader/ Neytiri being mother/ Jake being the husband i wish i had/ Tuk being a little sister and looking up to y/n/ Mentions of grace’s school./ reader fell first but Neteyam fell way harder/ sun x moon relationship 

Chapter 2 warnings: jealous neteyam/ mentions or anxiousness/ mentions of war and death/flirting/ mentions of dead animals/ mentions of grief and injuries/

Extra info:

Y/n is one year younger than neteyam, she is 18 and he is 19.

Lo’ak is 18 and Kiri is also 19. Tuk is 7-8 and spider is 19.

Extra characters: 

Ka’lik (y/ns father. A deceased warrior of the Omaticaya clan)

Zensira (y/n’s mother. deceased best singer and head songstress of the Omaticaya clan)

Makeyo (a warrior of the omaticaya clan. The same age as neteyam and went through iknimiya the same day as well. A filthy simp for y/n)

Kailo (Y/n’s ikran. Your ikran is a male ya’ll. sorry.)

Popiti (tuk’s best friend according to the visual dictionary)

Chapter two synopsis:

Neteyam comes to return y/n’s bracelet and has some internal conflict about his feelings towards her. Makeyo attempts to make a move on y/n and Neteyam experiences a different type of burning in his heart.

Neteyams Pov (trying something new by writing from neteyams pov as a little experiment. Lemme know how yall like it.)

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆

“Neteyam”

For a moment the sound of my name leaving her lips in a breath is almost enough to forget myself and drop to my knees. 

The tuft of my tail thwacks the back of my head gently and i force my heartbeat to endure boundaries.

 I clear my throat, finding the words.

My eyes fan over her figure.

The moonlight contours the crevices of her curves. Her eyes, an amorous gold, spark themselves luminous. Almost Neon in the darkness of night. 

There's a bandage around her torso, and one around her left bicep. Her skin smells of grandmother's salves and wooden bowls.

It’s funny how fast the memories flood back. 

There was a time before she was made of fire.

Well, actually, I don't think that’s a fair statement.

There was always a spark. Always that small flicker refusing to perish even in strong winds.

I have memories of playing in the stream with my siblings and Y/n, and occasionally spider.  

She’d chase me. Her feet assaulted the shin deep water with the harsh sloshing of her feet. She tackled me and pulled on my tail. The sunburst air is sweet like nectar against our glistening skin and shrieks of laughter and springtime memories. 

Her laughter challenges the brightness of the sugared sun rays that danced through the canopy, it shakes the stars with its loud singing.

The scattered droplets of water seize on her skin as she chases lo’ak, carrying a smaller spider on her back.

Now she stands before me. Taller, stronger, a warrior in all its forms. 

I clear my throat once again, my eyes flickering over her body.

“How are you? Grandmother was able to treat you?”

She nods, leaning lightly against the wooden entrance frame of the marui.

“The wounds could have been worse. Mo’at was able to clean up the wounds just fine. Tsahik suggested i rest here for the night..’

She trials off, clicking her tongue as she gently taps her finger against the bandage.

The dwindling echoes of our breaths gently keep the silence afloat.

My eyes flicker up when her voice catches my ears.

“You? Any injuries?”

I shrug. “A few scratches. Nothing Serious. Lo’ak has a small bruise on his head but he’ll be fine. Mother treated us earlier.”

Something somber in her irises flickers. It’s small, but its not quiet. I open my mouth to speak but like most other things between us, she beats me to it.

“Why did you fly down there today? You could have been killed.”

There’s a hiss at the endnotes of her voice. And I don't blame her for being pissed. Not for a second.

I frown, I can feel my tail thump lightly against the ground.

“Lo’ak flew his way down there first. I wet after him.”

My confession trails a veil of blankness behind it that lingers in the air. She shakes her head, staring down.

“It’s not a thing of fault. I should have been more responsible. Im the older brother, after all-”

“Bullshit.”

The suddenness of her words make me pause. It wasn’t unexpected, but it seems a bit more vague than usual. Even for her.

“Y/n i-”

“No. No, Neteyam this has to come to an end. You can’t keep taking the fall for him. How many times will you let yourself fall off a cliff before you learn not to justify the one who pushed you off the ledge?”

I’m quiet for a moment. I feel another frown etch itself onto my lips.

“I must hold myself accountable as well. I am the future leader of this clan. If i cannot even keep my siblings out of trouble, how will I protect my people?” 

I’m sure loak had told her of the scolding we received from my father.

She takes a step closer, the fire in her gaze challenges all it sees. My heartbeat speeds up its sympathy.

“Then who protects you, Neteyam?”

I’m still for a moment. My throat hitches quietly and my words come up short.

She takes a breath and shifts herself back a bit, rubbing two fingers to her temple.

Her eyes creased with exhaust. I can tell the day has drained her.

“I’m sorry. I spoke out of line.”

“You never have to apologize to me.”

I can tell it surprises her a bit. How fast my words chased after her own.

My hesitation creeps its way through the blanket of gray that treads along the silence.

I clear my throat once again, averting my gaze.

“I’m glad you returned safely. I was worried sick.”

She chuckles and gently flips the small spiral in her hand.

“Had my lucky charm on my bow today. I guess i have you to thank.”

I cannot help but feel an ache every time I see that damned spiral. Iv’e tormented myself with an object so small it's pathetic. Really. A substitution for the words i couldn't speak.

I force a smile, a gentle chuckle to follow along.

“Well. I see its made some sort of use.”

She nods and places it gently back into the pocket of her loincloth.

I find myself doing the same, fishing around my own pocket until i hear the small clatter of beads.

Ihold her bracelet out to her.

“Here. You lost this today.”

She gasps softly. My heart beckons for my unspoken yearning whenever i saw her eyes light up like that. And fuck, I curse myself for looking away.

She placed it back on her wrist.

“Thank you, Neteyam. I would have been looking for days.”

When her fingers brush my palm a new wave of sun-streaked warmth swallows my chest in the pale moonlight.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

I would do anything for you.

She chuckles softly and I swear I feel my knees buckle at the sound.

All I can do is stare at her for a moment. My eyes tracing her curves and imagine it’s my fingertips, kissing my small apologies onto her skin.

The small breeze wisps at the small loose hairs that edged at her forehead, scattered out of her braids. Her scent is sweet. Her eyes are wondrously doe-like. 

I wish i could pocket the sounds of her laughter. I wish i could reach for her and brush her skin against mine if it meant even a second of her warmth is relished in. 

I want her. All of her. I want her fire even if it burns me. I want her wild high-tide seas even if they drown me. I want her heart even if I must beg for it. I want her lips, and her hands. I want every rough edge and every smooth surface.

It finds a way to bind me in its threshold of longing before I even register what I've done.

My hand reaches out. The planes in the lines of my palm rest against her cheek and the pad of my thumb rubs small circles on the small temple of a space in front of her ear.

I’d forget I ever existed if it was convenient for her.

There was a time I pretended she didn’t exist. Where fear and thought collided with my panic.

Years ago. After I gave her that spiral.

I made her mere presence become a voidance in my life. A small patch of blankness that traced her shape.

There’s a reason this void stands between us. I hurt her. And I will never forgive myself for it.

I was afraid. I was afraid of what my feelings would do to me. Of what it would do to the future olo’eyktan of this clan. I feared distraction. I feared devotion. And now i yearn for it. Call it a punishment, call it karma or something more. All I know is that I pushed her away. It of my arms, out of my circle, and I thought giving her that spiral would fix my mistakes.

It hurts me. The look in her eyes when I avoided her around the village. The way her gaze chased after me when i walked away

I was 15, afraid and stupid. I still haven’t forgiven myself from keeping her out of my circle.

Now I stand before her. This woman I may never deserve. This beautiful woman who will forever hold my heart in her hands.

She stares at me. But it's full of a sour memory that resonates on the edge of her tongue.

“Neteyam..”

There it is. How she says my name.

Fuck.

Fuck, why did I ever think, even for a mere moment my heart wasn’t hers?

Say it again.

Say it again,y/n please i beg you.

But I don't dare say it aloud.

Instead I whisper to her, my thumb stopping its movements for a moment as i cradle her head.

“Y/n, yawne. I am so, so sorry I didn't protect you today. I couldn't bare the thought of you in danger. “

She pushes my hand away, and for a moment the moonlight feels bitter.

“I don’t need your protection.”

It’s not that I think I don't deserve that.

But is it wrong for it to still ache?

“Y/n. please-”

“It is late, neteyam. I wish to rest now. Please.”

Theres a small tremble in the endnotes of her voice.

And i want to strangle the one who caused her this.

But what more can i do when i caused it myself?

I take a step back, gently bowing my head.

My eyes linger on her for a moment longer.

“Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, Neteyam.”

As the tent flap closes, I take a step back. Staring up at the moon through the large crevices that topped the mountain of highcamp.

Maybe she doesn't belong in my arms.

I ache for her at night. I dream of holding her. I beg for the figment of her not to feebly collapse into  stardust and watch her wither out of my grasp. Her arrow aims at my heart and I tell her of my heartache.

She says nothing as I’m on my knees for her. Her glare is a cryptic mockery. She weakens me. Every moment of this fleeting moment within my reverie is a punishment. The morning sunset is bitter and the sky feels skeletal. 

To her my devotion is a joke and all I can think of is how fucking beautiful she is when she laughs.

I had a dream once that I kissed her. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe. She tasted dark and delicate. 

I am hers. I was always hers. 

I’d let her ruin me.

Unravel every piece of me and stitch back together what left is salvaged of those small fragments and watch as they spell out her name.

Y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

The next morning was calmer than yesterday to say the least.

Lo’ak went with my father to hunt.

Kiri went with my grandmother to help in the Tsahik tent.

Y/n was off with her own duties, and that left me to help my mother in our family's marui.

Oh yeah, did I mention Tuk?

It wasn’t abnormal that I often found myself conversing with Tuk.

She sits in with her smaller legs tucked under her body. Her hands are much like mine and my mothers, but small and juvenile. They lack gracefulness as they scramble with my braids, slipping the beads she made all by herself (Kiri helped) into my braids. She giggles when I tell her about my hunts. She smacks my forehead with her palm when I tilt my head the wrong way. She climbs over me in all sorts of odd ways while I wince every now and then at the occasional stepping on of my tail.

“Teyam. Stop looking down!”

Tuktirey huffs and my head snaps up, all my attention shifting to my youngest sibling.

“Ah. sorry tuk-tuk.”

She sighs dramatically and continues stringing the beads into my hair.

I smile at my youngest sister. I was close with Tuk. me and her being the only two children out of my siblings that closely resembled my mother’s na’vi features. I don’t credit myself completely. I don’t think it's fair to say that my mother and fathers genes are divided narrowly. Lo’ak my have my fathers appearance but he wields my mothers rebelliousness with pride. Her survival instincts. Her thrill for a chase. Her fire and her wind. Grandmother always found herself amused whenever my mother found herself annoyed with Lo’aks antics. Apparently my mother was no different when she was his age. Chasing rainstorms and dancing through fire. Grandmother always says lo’ak is my mothers shadow.

Me, on the other hand? i've always strived to be like my father. I still do. I remember sitting around a fire as a small child, listening to stories of his days of battle and heroicness. I don’t glorify my father as much as I did then. But he’s still the same man to me, all the same.

Tuk is in the middle of rambling about her morning gossip she gathered from Popiti, as she strings another bead onto my braids.

It's a bit of a guilty pleasure, I suppose. Being entertained by other’s conflicts.  Certainly not proper behavior for the eldest son of toruk makto. Alas, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't let Tuk carry herself away with her words without worry?

I can’t hide that I enjoy it. But telling myself its for tuk helps a bit.

“And then what?” I query Tuk softly, urging her to continue her story.

She giggles before placing a green colored bead on my braids.

“Well, Popiti’s big sister, Kyuna, didn’t take Takuk’s courting gift!”

I gasp, over-exaggerating my shock to amuse my younger sister, she nods, equally as shocked.

“I know, right!?”

I shake my head, feining disappointment as Tuk giggles.

“My eywa. Poor Takuk.”

Tuk nods, patting down my braids gently.

I try to look over to my right side at where she sat without turning my head.

“Did she say why?”

Tuk shrugged.

“Popiti heard her mom and Kyuna talking. Kyuna said that she didnt want Takuk for a mate.”

I nod, fidgeting with my beaded choker.

“Huh. Well then, good for Kyuna. She knows what she wants, i guess.”

I trail off with my own internal theories.

I knew Kyuna. She was a young healer in the clan. I didn’t care for her much. She was a bit cocky. Always had some excuse for getting out of tasks she didn’t feel like completing.

I also knew Takuk.

I had been in hunting groups with him. We went through iknimaya training together. He was smart. A fine huner. A decent provider. He seemed like a fine mate for anyone. 

Tuk suddenly gasped, her ears twitching as she stared up at me with her big eyes.

“Teyam! You could be Kyuna’s mate!”

I still at her revelation, she blinks at me with baited breath for  response.

I cant help but chuckle as i ruffle the smaller girl’s braids.

“It's a kind offer, Tuk. But I'm not ready to mate yet. Remember what I told father?” 

Who could forget? The most awkward family dinner in the world where i pleaded with my father to give me more time before I choose a mate. My siblings watching as me and my father bickered for a good hour. I think its really the only time iv’e stood up to him. Disagreed with him. My father has been patient since then when it comes to finding my tsahik. But the only reason he is because of my mother finally convinced him to give it a rest.

Finding a mate can be a long process for some.

I already knew who i wanted my mate to be. There wasn’t any debate. And I will wait for her. I will wait to earn her trust back. For as long as it takes. I will be hers for when shes ready. I am hers even when she’s not. That is a promise I refuse to break.

Tuk huffs.

“But whyyyy? Kyuna is pretty. Not as pretty as mama or kiri or y/n-

But she’s not mated.”

I sigh and gently rub Tuk’s back.

“You’ll understand when you’re older. I promise.”

She huffs again but nods, going back to braiding my hair.

Shes in the middle of telling me about the big fish she caught when my father took her to the creek the other day when my mother enters the tent, a basket of fruits under her arm.

I straighten up a bit and Tuk gasps happily, standing to her feet and jogging over to my mother.

“Mama! You’re back!”

She hugs my mothers waist, and my mother places a hand on tuks head while trying to balance the basket filled to the brim with yovo fruits.

I stand up, gently taking the basket from under her arm, chuckling softly.

“Here, Sa’nok. (mother) Let me take that for you.”

She sighs in releif, nodding at me, now fully embracing tuk with two free arms.

“Irayo (thank you) Neteyam.”

Tuk sits back down in her previous spot and i carry the basket to the small wooden table, placing it down.

“Nice haul today?”

She smiles at me. “The new grove has almost completed its growth cycle. It's almost time for a new harvest.”

I nod, making a mental reminder to tell my father that later so he can organize more foraging groups. 

“Mama, look at how pretty Neteyam is.”

My mother gently examines my newly beaded braids with her fingers, gently taking each braid between her thumb and her palm.

“Very good work, tuktirey. You should help me do mine later. Why don’t you go to your grandmothers tent, hm? I left a large bowl of new beads on the far side corner, near her salve pouch.

Her eyes sparkle and before my mother can say another word, Tuk is racing out of the tent flap.

I laugh along with my mother, and she sits, starting to cut up some fruits.

“Ma’itan, could you help me with this?”

I nod, unsheathing my knife and sitting down next to her, helping her peel some fruits.

A silence fills the air for a moment, until my mothers soft, accented voice breaks through the gray.

“What troubles you, Neteyam?”

Of course she knew.

I was born from the pieces of my mothers ash-littered broken promises and my father’s guilt-ridden internal death sentence. 

My mother and i were tapestries weaved from the same colors.

I am my mother’s son.

She knew me like the back of her hand. She doesn’t have to recognize me by face. I know my father and my mother both love me. But when my mask cracks like this, my mother isn’t like my father. He tries to tighten it to ensure it doesn’t fall down again. My mother tries to mend the cracks.

I sigh, avoiding her gaze.

“Nothing Sa’nok. I am fine.”

I’m a shit liar. That’s just a known fact about me. She knows i’m lying. And maybe thats a good thing. Maybe she knows to just leave it be.

She chucks another fruit skin peel to the side as it forms a small pile with the other discadrded peels. 

“Is it because of your fathers words, yesterday? He was harsh, I know..But he is just afraid, Neteyam.”

That’s not what’s wrong, but I decide it's better than saying ‘hey ma i’m helplessly in love with a woman who probably hates my guts’

Daddy issues it is.

I nod, still avoiding her gaze.

“Yes. I know. Father just wants what's best for us.”

My mother sighs for a moment, pausing her movements, her knife ceasing its carving into the new fruit.

She looks over at me and she smiles.

There’s something about that smile. It’s like an echo that beckons your name. It’s like a face with lines scribbled over it. Sometimes when my mother looks at me I feel as if she’s seeing someone else. Flesh wrapped around the stories foretold under my bones. 

She see’s someone else’s shadow in my place. As if a ghost welcomes itselfinto the sequence of a wreckage of memories unknown to me. 

She speaks quietly.

“Your father and you are more alike than you may think, Neteyam.”

I can’t hep but smile at her words. Theres fanned flowers that grow under the gray cast of gilded clouds under the garden of her irises. She smiles too.

“I mean it, Neteyam. I see more of him in you every day, my son.”

I’m quiet for a moment, but my smile only falters slightly.

“What was he like, my father? When you first met him?”

My mother sighs, the infinite memories flickering past her eyes.

“When I first met your father, I was trying to kill him.”

I can’t help but chuckle. The story all too familiar to me from being told countless times as a child. But it’s not quite what im looking for.

“No, no- i know how you met but-

What was he like? Really?..”

My mother thinks for a moment, not sparing me a glance as she continues cutting her fruit.

“He was stupid. An idiot. I did not think he would survive a single day out here in the forest.”

I hum in agreement trying to visualize everything from her eyes.

“But he was..”

She sighs.

“He was persistent. Like a weak animal with no hope of survival. But it just refuses to die. Sometimes I thought the world moved twice as fast for him..he was eager. To learn, to live. To taste the wind and the sky..”

For a moment, I see a secondary shadow behind the  fragments of my parents love story.

My father told me he felt drawn to my mother from the first moment he saw her.

I see something else in place of the ghost behind the path of stars that led my mother to my father.

I see a man who yearns for a woman. I see a man on his knees, I see his devotion. I see his heart in his hands, i see his stained fingertips of an unfamiliar sleepless skin.

I see a woman so beautiful she might as well be a figment of the moonlight, and i’m jealous of the wind and the air and the breeze because of how easily it touches her skin.

I see her arrow aimed at his heart and the distrust in her eyes. I see her anger, and her betrayal as it echoes through a bitter blue heinous flame.

I see y/n. And I see her wall that kept me out.

I look at my mother, a shell of something that once was taking a new shape.

Was it possible? For history to rhyme?

“How..how long did it take you to love him? Even though he was an enemy.. Even though you didn;t trust him?”

My mother is silent for another moment.

She gently places her knife down, placing her hands on her thighs as she stared at the blank tented wall infront of her.

“I think it was foretold by the stars, ma’itan.

I hated him. I hated him because of what he was and where he came from. I hated his false demon body and i hated the way he walked, and talked. I hated his hair and his hands and his eyes. 

I hated him because of what his people took from me. I hated him because of the pain they caused my people..

The day I found him in the forest i was going to kill him. My arrow was aimed at his heart. But when the great mother spoke to me I knew better than not to listen.

I think i was always meant to meet him. To teach him my people’s ways..Because it led me to loving him. 

That morning when I returned from the tree of souls with him, 

My mother had told me if i choose this path, to be his mate, i could never be tsahik.

I told her, "He was my path.”

I’m still as i take in my mother’s words. But the clouds still creep behind my uncertain heartbeat.

“But hometree. And the war. How did you forgive him?”

My mother gently takes my hand in hers, and she takes a breath

“Ma’itan. You will someday learn that love is not easy. It is hungry. It is impatient. It is loud and it is often hidden.

Love gave me many gifts. You, your siblings, my home and my family.

But it has taken much from me all the same. 

Love is like swimming in the ocean at night. It's deep, it's dark, the shallows far from reach. But Within that darkness I found your father. I found my light, and someday you will find yours.”

Love is sacrificial. My mother was right. Love isnt easy. Love is sometimes caged and flightless, thick with bitter scents and tearstained starlight. Its bare, and its real, its bruised and blemished and its beautiful because its her. Its Y/n. My y/n. Her name is a hymn of scattered prayers lost to a dreaded dawn and a coppered colored sun. She’s made of every broken and perfect piece of the universe and the stars stumble over their words to describe her beauty

She’s the moon and i’m the sun. Withering myself away every night to allow her to shine. 

I will sacrifice. I will work. 

She has weakened me. The night sky canvases her skin while the bleakness of sunlight mosaics mine. Famined for her touch, I refuse to look away. I refuse to blink. The sky is a game of chance and the sunset swallows me whole. The scarlet screams in the hellish hues of cerise ablaze under her skin.

I will not settle for anything less than her.

Love is sacrificial. Then i will steal the night sky for her.

I softly smile at my mother before squeezing her hand.

“Thank you, mother.”

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

(Y/n’s pov) 

Love was a funny thing.

You used to think your love for neteyam was forged from heartbeat-rhythmed nightskies and dripping orange soaked sunsets.

It was dreamlike. Bleeding through every crevice and hidden place with its incandescence. 

He was a part of you. Apart of everything you were and everything you did.

He was in your dreams when you closed your eyes at night.

He was in the shied morning sun rays that crept over the mountain tops. He was in the wild winds and draped under midnight melodies.

Its the memories of smaller things you remember most. 

Giggling while he fumbled with an arrow when he noticed you were watching him practice. 

Helping Neytiri stitch together his cummerbund to gift to him when he had completed his iknimiya. You remember the look of pride in his eyes when he wore a piece of your handiwork to represent this new chapter in his life. Concluding his training as a hunter, and becoming a warrior.

You remember taking walks with him through the forest, and the way he would hold a branch back out of your way.

You remember hunting with him, and racing him down the trailed path. 

You remember perching on a branch and watching the stars with him. You remember his warmth as he whispered to you all the constellations his father taught him. You remember his hands gently guiding yours to trace the patterns scattered among the stars.

You remember a spark.

And then, you remember a gust of wind that dulled the warmth.

Distance. You can recall distance.

It started out small.

Frequent training with his father.

Watching his siblings.

Hunting. Preparing. Working. 

His touch became something you started to crave. Not something that came granted. You remember waiting for him. Waiting for him to return from his hunt, waiting to go stargazing. Liek he promised. You remember checking the sky, the scarlet and blue collide to signify the subduing trials of daylight making its exit.

You remember your mother asking you what you were doing outside.

“Waiting.”

Is all you responded.

You didn’t tell her what you waited for.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

He never showed up.

As the sky darkened, it started to rain.

There weren't any stars that night anyways. spider dragged you back inside. Complaining about how he wasn’t taking care of you if you got sick. 

Maybe it wasn't rain at all. Maybe the stars didn't come out that night because they were too busy falling through the cracks left in your heart.

You felt forgotten. Unloved. Unwanted.

Lo’ak told you that Jake was always on Neteyam’s ass about his training, and thats why he was so distant.

But it wasn’t just the distance.

His eyes no longer brightened when he looked at you. Its the gaze you give someone when they’re speaking to you, and you aren’t really listening. You’re just waiting for them to be done talking.

Spider watched you come home and cry one night, listened to you scream into your palms and rant angrily for hours about the boy who broke your heart.

Then, the night the sky turned red, a new kind of broken was born.

You remember hearing the whooshing of wings and panicked shrieks of stray ikrans, The unfamiliar scent of something metallic and sulfured. 

You remember running into the morning that barely crept ist light over the canopy tips, the still dark sky like a cloak encased the world.

You remember finding your mothers songcord on the ground. You remember finding her body. You remember seeing your fathers not but a few feet away.

You remember the feeling of the air being mercilessly ripped from your lungs.

You remember Jake running towards you, his own panic flooding your ears as he begged you to leave with him. That it wasn’t safe there.

He had to drag you away, holding you tight to him as you practically collapsed into his chest in the front of his ikran. 

You remember stumbling into the village upon return, Neytiri catching you in her arms and the blurred sight of her own tear stained face as she cupped your face in her hands. You screamed and cried and fell to your knees as Lo’ak rushed to your side, shushing you gently and rubbing your back.

You remember showing spider the song chord.

You think he cried harder than you did. You both lost your family that day.

You remember the hollowness in the cup of your palm as neteyam held your hand. 

You remember when he gifted you that spiral under the starlight.

You always thought he was the sun. And now you know for sure.

Forever out of your reach. Aching for the stretches of salvageable warmth blessed upon your finger tips. You could chase it to the ends of Pandora but every night it would abandon you. 

You loved him even if you didn’t know what he was.

Like the sky he was a mystery. Endless but in the midst of the universe it held many treasures he swore he kept just for you. Songs of starlight and supernovas.

You reached for nothing. Hoping to grab the sky and pull yourself into his light. Feel the sunlight on your palm and chase it like the golden hour was a game of chance. 

But now, you knew for sure he was the sun.

But he wasn’t your sun.

This sun was made of stone. It was heavy and roughed. 

The sky was no longer a mystery. The sun no longer honeyed your skin in favor. Tragedy prevailed the night sky and when his blanket of warmth tried to regain its sanctuary of safety to encase your tainted trust, all you saw was a trail of falling stars you called rain and broken promises.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

One of your tasks is to teach the younger children of the clan.

You didn’t mind it much. You often found it quite enjoyable.

You beat out most of the young warriors in your group when the clan was discussing who would train the young warriors. Only the best archer of your age group would have such a role.

It was down to you and a girl named Kyuna. She was skilled, but you were better

You chuckle as the little ones scurry past you, little shrieking giggles as they place their practice bows in a pile. 

You doubted yourself. You doubted your ability to train those younger than you.  What reasons can you give them for fighting when your own was grief?

Seeing the children and watching them learn gave you hope. Hope for a better future. 

The lessons today seemed to drag on. The thought of Neteyams words had lingered in your mind since last night. 

You sighed to yourself softly as you started to gather all the bows in a basket. Letting your thoughts run free.

“Need help with that?”

You swung yourself around, a hand instinctively resting on the top of your knife sheath, 

You found yourself face to face with a slightly taller na’vi boy. His braids to his shoulders. His smile hatched itself on baited breath, his white freckles that scattered across his face.

“Makeyo. For eywa’s sake don’t sneak up on me like that.”

He chuckled in mock surrender, throwing his hands up.

“I know better than to mess with the mighty Y/n. Don’t want to end up with an arrow in my neck.”

You roll your eyes and shoved him playfully.

Makeyo was one of your fathers students. He was a skilled archer, often competing with Neteyam. You grew closer after your parents death. Makeyo was your partner when lt came to training the younger children of the clan. Having already completed his iknimiya, and being a strong piece of the people, he was perfect for assisting you with your role.

“Great practice today, huh?”

The two of you found yourselves chatting while you walked back to the supply tent to return the arrows.

You nodded.

“Ya’here is getting better. Her form has improved.”

He smiled at you, his tail gently brushing your thigh.

“She’ll make a fine warrior one day. She always tells me she wants to be just like you?”

You try to hide the small shock that jolted through you at the sudden contact, with an awkward smile.

“Well, thats scary as shit.”

He raised a brow.

“Why?”

You shrugged.

“Knowing she wants to be just like me? I’m a wreck.”

He sighs, holding the tent flap open for you.

“Well, I think you’re perfect.”

The world seems to still for a moment, and your body feels stiff.

“You’re brave. And strong, and honorable…”

He took a step forward. 

“You’re passionate, and you care for others. Especially those kids.”

He gently places a hand on your arm, its firm, but its not demanding.

You feel your breath hitch, and your tail flicks behind you.

“Makeyo. We shouldn’t-”

“Are we intruding?”

You turn to see spider and Lo’ak.

Lo’ak glares at Makeyo, and spider marches in between the two of you, his smaller frame seemingly less intimidating, but you appreciate the effort.

“All right back it up lover boy.

No no, farther than that. far enough that i don’t smell your lack of personal space.”

Spider tugs at your wrist, shooing Makeyo away.

You groan, smacking  spider with your tail.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Makeyo.”

Makeyo nods, waving awkwardly to spider and lo’ak before making his exit.

“Uh huh. Keep it moving.”

Lo’ak ushers him away and you hiss at both of them.

“Hey. Dumb and dumber. what the fuck?”

You glare.

Spider throws his hands up in surrender, shaking his head.

“I don’t like that guy, sis.”

The three of you start making your way back towards the sully tent for the night.

You bickered the whole way.

Spider sighs,pointing his thumb in the opposite direction. 

“All i’m saying is, big mac over there-”

“His name is Makeyo.”

Spider shrugs.

“Same thing-

But anyways. I don’t like him.”

Lo’ak nods.

“He’s desperate. He wants you bad.”

You roll your eyes.

“Makeyo was just being nice.”

Lo’ak scoffs.

“Y/n, I love you. I really do. But if that’s nice, then flirting might mean getting you pregnant.”

Spider jumps and smacks the back of Lo’ak’s head, making him stumble and wince.

“Son of a bitch-

What was that for!?”

Spider glares at the taller blue boy. 

“Don’t jinx it! I’m not ready to be an uncle!?”

“Who’s going to be an uncle?”

Its the moment you hear Jake’s voice the three of you realize you’ve stumbled into the Sully's tent.

The three of you look at one another, then back at Jake.

Spider whistles, pointing to an imaginary watch.

“Oh boy. Would you look at the time? Time for me to go meet norm for dinner…I’ll catch you guys later.”

Lo’ak calls spider a bitch under his breath for abandoning the two of you two deal with the heap of awkwardness.

Jake resumes his task and Neytiri’s voice calls from inside.

“Lo’ak, Y/n. come on, its time to eat.”

You make your way inside, and Neytiri and Kiri come into view, steaming some meat over a fire.

Kiri waves and jogs her way over to give you a hug, her only slightly taller frame pressed against yours.

“Hey. how was your day?” She hums, tucking a braid behind your ear.

Kiri’s voice was melodic and soothing. It drips like the dew drops onto morning grass, kissed by the forest scent.

You go to answer, but before you can you’re body slammed by a smaller na’vi.

“Y/n! You’re back!”

It only takes a blink of an eye for you to open your arms for her, picking her up and putting her on your hip.

“Hey Tuk! How’s my sweet girl?”

Tuk giggles and nuzzles her head onto your neck.

Lo’ak rudley pushes his way between you and kiri.

“Excuse me, don’t i get a hug?”

He huffs dramatically, flipping his braids like some sort of diva.

“Of course you can, Ma’itan.” Neytiri appears behind him and kisses his head. You and the girls giggle and Lo’ak groans.

“Maaa. come on-”

He swats neytiri away and she chuckles, giving you a quick shoulder squeeze next.

“Did your lessons go okay today? How were the children?”

You take a seat next to Kiri, Lo’ak on your other side as Neteyam takes a seat next to Tuk, 

You nod in response to Neytiri as Jake hands everyone a piece of meat.

“Doing well. They are making progress. They are learning faster every day. I think they will be ready to try larger arrows soon. Possibly farther targets.”

Jake pats your back.

“Nice work, kiddo.”

“Speaking of targets...”

Lo’ak mumbles under his breath,you respond by smacking him with your tail.

“What?”

Kiri raises an eyebrow.

Lo’ak shrugs.

“Makino or whatever his name is was flirting with Y/n.”

Kiri smiles at you, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Makeyo? He is a fine warrior.”

You groan, not noticing how Neteyams ears pinned back slightly.

“Makeyo?”

His deep, accented voice pulls your focus towards where the boy sat.

All the sudden the space arounds you feels a bit shallow. Lo’ak answers for you.

“Oh yeah. He was really quite brave. He wouldn't have been so brave if he knew me and spider were planning to feed him to a thanator.”

Jake sighs.

“Must we plot a murder at the dinner table?”

Neytiri nods, swallowing her food and handing a piece of her fruit to Tuk.

“Your father is right. Besides, There is no rush for any of you to mate. Y/n, Makeyo would make a fine life partner but you need not decide anytime soon, my sweet.”

Tuk pipes up suddenly.

“Teyam is gonna be mated with kyuna!”

Neteyam nearly spits out his water, going into a coughing fit as he repeatedly brings his fist to his chest to attempt to stop it.

Jake immediately started patting his back, concerned.

“Jesus christ boy! Easy now, don’t forget to swallow.”

“You have chosen Kyuna?”

It comes out more bitter than you thought. The mere thought of another woman in his arms stinging an unfamiliar scorch in your chest,

Or maybe..it wasn’t so unfamiliar.

Neteyam finally breathes normally again and shake his head frantically.

‘“What? No! Of course not.”

“Kyuna? Really bro? Shes kinda a bitch…”

Lo’ak says, attempting to mask it with his own fake cough.

“Hey. Language.”

Jake scolds, pointing his knife he was using to cut Tuk’s meat with at Lo’ak.

“Its true though! She’s always hustling me to do her chores!”

Neytiri raises her eyebrow.

“If it happens repeatedly why do you keep falling for it?”

Lo’ak had no answer.

Kiri clicked her tongue.

“Y/n, didn’t you overrun Kyuna’s role for training the younger children.”

“Oh yeah! That's right! Y/n made her eat dust in that archery trial. No surprise there.”

You felt a small heat spread to your cheeks out of embarrassment.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal…”

Neytiri chuckles and Neteyam speaks up.

“so..Makeyo. You work with him?’

You nod.

“He helps me train the younger group of children. He’s actually quite helpful.

You didn’t notice the way neteyams ears pinned back slightly.

But Lo’ak did.

“Yeah. But he sucks at Ikran riding.” 

You raised your eyebrow. 

Come to think of it, You don’t think you ever saw him ride his ikran.

“He is?”

Lo’ak nods.

“He and Neteyam went hunting one time. The idiot crashed into a tree while neteyam swerved it easily.”

You can’t help but laugh at the image, and Lo’ak winked at neteyam.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

Authors note:

HOLY FUCKKKK! I’m finally done! This actually did not take as long as i thought it would. 

It’s not as long as the last chapter ya’ll i’m sorry. But hopefully the close times in which both were posted makes up for it?

We’re gonna get some kiri and y/n bonding time in next chapter and hopefully some more jealous neteyam. Btw what did we think of the neteyam pov? Leave some comments about it so i can know whether to add it in later.

Taglist:

@mntx666

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@thebestrouge

@bay7let

@fairuzwhat

@jackiehollanderr

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[kokorose]

Lover- a “Karma is my boyfriend” spinoff

Lando Norris x actress!reader

Faceclaim: Nicole Wallace

This is for all those who voted for this and to that one person who reblogged and created this idea!

Please read "Karma is my boyfriend" before this to understand why there are two yn's.

YnOffical posted

Liked by ItsYnGasly, charlesleclerc16, LandoNorris, ExBoyfriend, BellaHadid 2,459,950 others

YnOfficial: Thank you Nylon for having me!!!!

@NylonMagazine

Comments:

ItsYnGasly: That's my Bestie!!! belle fille!! (Beautiful Girl)

YnOffical: Xoxoxoxoxo

Username: not y/ex being in the likes, like fuck off mate!!!

Username: Ayeeee Landooooooo!!!

BellaHadid: Gorgeous girl!!

YnOfficial posted

Liked by LandoNorris, charlesleclerc16, ItsYnGasly, Pierre Gasly, y/nexboyfriend and 2,456,436 others

YnOfficial: Holiday with these two. Thanks for letting us use your boat, Charlie!!!

Tagged: ItsYnGasly, charlesleclerc16

comments:

LandoNorris: why didn't I get an invite????

YnOfficial: sorry Lando, we planned this a bit ago but let me know when you want to meet up!

LandoNorris: Okay, how about tonight?

YnOfficial: tonight?? sure.

Username: Lando Norrizz strikes again and somehow it worked???

Username: not Yn's ex witnessing her get snatched up in her own comments!!!!

LandoNorris Posted to his story

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LandoNorris: What a view...

replies:

YnOfficial: damn... who's that?

LandoNorris: This really cool girl I know

carlossainz55: get it cabron!!!!

Maxfewtrell: Ummm... what?!?

YnOfficial posted

Seen by LandoNorris, Maxfewtrell, ItsYnGasly, charleslecler16, Pierre Gasly, and 389,490 others

YnOfficial: I'm his cart girl.

replies:

ItsYnGasly: girl... it must be good because you hate golf!!!

YnOffical: I can neither confirm nor deny :P

LandoNorris: guess you're my lucky charm babe.

YnOfficial: How am I your lucky charm?

LandoNorris: I've never beaten Carlos ever! I've gotta bring you to races if this is the outcome!

username: yoooo... is that Lando????

YnOfficial Posted

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YnOfficial: P2!!!! And at your home race!! So proud of you babe!!!

Tagged: LandoNorris

Comments:

Username: Omg omg omg!!! Hard fucking launch!!

LandoNorris: Thank you baby!! I told you you were my lucky charm.

YnOfficial: That wasn't luck, that was all you mon bijou(my precious)!

username: omg they're so cute!!

AdamNorris: She was on the edge of her seat the whole race @/LandoNorris. When you took the lead she was the loudest in the garage!

Username: Not Lando's dad exposing Yn! Lol!

DanielRicciardo posted

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DanielRicciardo: Ran into these two while on hol with the missus.

Pic creds: YnOfficial

Tagged: LandoNorris, YnOfficial

comments:

MaxVerstappen1: Great Pic YnOfficial

YnOfficial: @/MaxVerstappen1 I know, I should start my own jpg account

LandoNorris: sorry not sorry 😜

Username: not Lando crashing Danny and Heidi's breakfast while wearing Enchanté.

YnOfficial Posted

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YnOfficial: Me and you

replies:

ItsYnGasly: Cuties

HeidiBerger: you guys are too adorable.

LandoNorris: You and me <3

LandoNorris Posted

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LandoNorris: Summer with my favorite person in the world. 😎☀️🛥️

tagged: YnOfficial

photocreds: OliverNorris

Comments:

YnOfficial: Mon Couer (my heart)

Maxfewtrell: disgusting(jk yall are cute)

RiaBish: CUTEEEEE😊😊!!!!

ItsYnGasly: awwwww my babies. @/charlesleclerc16 look at what we did

charlesleclerc16: they're cute or whatever. At least Yn won't third wheel us anymore.

YnOfficial: eh eh eh Mr.Leclerc now you have to put up with double dates.

Username: awwwww

YnOfficial posted

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YnOfficial: Can we always be this close forever and ever. Je Tiame Mon Couer(I love you my heart)

tagged: LandoNorris

comments

LandoNorris: I love you too Darling. ❤️❤️

ItsYnGasly: you're too cute.

Username: awww. The 'Lover' lyrics

Username: cutest couple ever!!

Username: Lando really saw his opportunity and took it and got the girl.

Username: And to believe none of this would've happened if Drew didn't cheat on YnGasly...

[hornystiel]

i love how much fun we all have with the new cock info. size queen dean? sure. size queen jensen? you bet. two dick cas? why the hell not. misha who has this dick and likes getting pegged? ayeeee

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Drunk In Love

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 528 WC

Masterlist

Warnings - none, pure fluff

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You stumbled into the apartment giggling when you bumped into the wall while taking your shoes off. “Christiannnnnnnn” you sang as you walked into the living room. 

He rounded the corner, stumbling into you. His arms wrapped around you, catching you from falling over in your inebriated state. You laughed harder. He smiled at you before you glared at him.

“You’re Mito, not Christian.” you said matter of factly. 

Mito watched you, unsure if you were truly angry it was him and not Christian. 

“You’re so pretty and sweet and lovely… I love you soooooo much!” you exclaimed in his arms as you snuggled into him. 

He chuckled before dipping down and wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Woohoooooo I needed a taxi to the bed… thank you!” you said as you peppered kisses over his face. 

Mito helped you change your shirt before wiping your face off with a wipe. You struggled but you managed to brush your teeth by yourself. Mito rubbed your moisturizer on and as he held chapstick up to you, you took it from him. He stayed close to your face watching you. You turned it around, slathering his lips. You kissed him deeply before rubbing your lips together, enjoying the sleek oil. You giggled at Mito’s shocked face. 

“You are so wonderful, every part of you.” you said, pecking his cheeks. 

Mito kissed you once he tucked you in, “You are lovely.” he said, pulling the blanket over you. “But you should sleep, you're going to feel awful in the morning.” he laughed.

“How can I sleep without my pretty boy?” you protested, crossing your arms. 

Mito laughed but felt himself slipping away, Christian reemerging. You could tell, you could always tell. Even in this state. You sat up slightly, making grabby hands at him, “Are you gonna deprive me of love?” you whined.

Christian smiled, “I would never.” he said as he slipped his shirt off before climbing into bed with you. 

You laid on his chest, letting out a content sigh, “I like you all sooooo much. You’re all so good to me. I love spending time with you, and traveling with you, and even just making dinner with you.” you smiled before nipping his side, making him jump.

Christian pulled you to him, facing each other. He pulled you into a gentle kiss that you quickly deepened. Christian kept your pace, only stopping when you felt him grab your wrist as you tugged on the hem of his shorts. 

“As much as I want to darling, not while you’re drunk.” he said, pecking you a few more times. 

You caught his lips once more, “Ever the gentleman.” you said. 

He turned on the white noise you listened to every night before dimming the lights. “I really mean it though, you are my whole world.” you snuggled into his chest before going still, your breaths starting to even out. 

Christian didn’t know why but he teared up, your kindness was boundless and he loved when you showered him in it. He kissed the top of your head, “Love you.” he whispered before snuggling into you as well, quickly falling asleep.

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Naboo's Note:

Ayeeee two posts in one day! Talk about magical. Hope this is up to par, thanks guys! XOXOXOXOX

[woso-lover234]

Matildas x platonic reader- sleep

"No caity I don't wanna sleepppp" you groaned as Caitlin all but dragged you back to you guys' shared room at the tillies camp

"too bad you woke up early this morning we had long training and we have early training tomorrow you need to go to bed now" she said as you pouted knowing she was right but you didn't wanna miss out on the fun

"But everyone is gonna have fun without me" you said sadly which made Caitlin feel bad for you. She knew in the under 16's camp you came from to join the senior team everyone always left you out because you were too outgoing for them to handle but that's how everyone here loved you.

"I promise they're not" she said rubbing her thumb over your hand "cmon we'll quickly stop past and see them all, they're in the main room" she said changing direction to head to the new destination.

"Ayeeee it's our baby" macca called as soon as you and caity entered the chill room where the whole team was sat

"M not a baby" everyone heard you grumbled while you attempted to glare at her but it didn't give that effect and everyone tried not to laugh at you knowing that you were tired and your emotions would be all over the place right now.

"Course your not" Caitlin said rubbing your hand again "what are you guys gonna do tonight?" she asked the group of girls who all shrugged

"Probably nothing, why?" Steph asked from the couch where she was on her phone though she looked up when asking her question.

"Coz this one" she looked down at you "needs to go to bed but she didn't wanna miss out on the "fun" you guys would have" she said adding bunny ears around fun knowing the rest of the group would probably do nothing of the sort.

"Your the life of the party little one nothing fun is gonna happen while your gone" Sam assured coming over to you and ruffling your hair with a huge grin on her face.

"Hey we're fun!" Macca exclaimed while everyone looked at them with 'really?' looks on their faces.

“Sort of” macca said quieter and everyone nodded.

“Can we come?” Kyra and Charli asked now looking to Caitlin in hopes of joining the pair for a sleepover.

“Ask mini” Caitlin replied sort of hoping the two excitable tillies wouldn’t be allowed to come but was let down when mini caved once she had been given puppy dog eyes and promises of going to bed at the same time as you.

“Kay then cmon children we’re going to bed” Caitlin said ushering the other two girls in front of the two of you and up to your room.

“get changed then it’s time for bed” she said as soon as the four of you made it back to your room and all of you nodded while you went to the bathroom to get changed first.

“early night tonight girls and please don’t wake her up earlier then needed in the morning” Caitlin said to Charli and Kyra desperately who nodded in understanding

“Of course not we’re here to help” Charli said and Kyra nodded eagerly

“yeah when she sees we’re going to bed she’ll go to bed too!” Kyra explained the plan that the both of them had come up with

“Ok thanks girls” Caitlin said as you came out the bathroom and Charli went in to get changed

once everyone had changed and were laying in bed, you with Caitlin in her bed and Charli and Kyra together in yours you were chatting for a little while before Charli spoke up

“I’m tired imma head to bed now goodnight guys” she said while fake yawning which Kyra gave her a thumbs up to

“same” Kyra said as there was a ruffle of blankets indicating she was finding a more comfortable sleeping position

“I know what you guys are doing” you mumbled fighting to keep your eyes open as the others sighed “but I’m tired. but don’t think this means you won!” you insisted which made the other three laugh

“just go to sleep” Caitlin said running her fingers through your hair as you snuggled further into her “night everyone” You said as it got repeated “i love you guys” you mumbled drifting off to sleep now as the two in the other bed cooed at you while Caitlin just shushed them and kissed your head

“we love you too now go to sleep” she said as you fully slipped off to slee

[nats-revival]

Au: You're a famous popstar on tour, and Abby is one of your backup dancers. You guys get very touchy and flirty during certain songs, and the fans start to notice how playful you're both being with each other. You guys try to hold back from each other, but eventually, you get together and fall for each other.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ | 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

tags: kinda.. loser!abby-ish??, making out, minor touching, yearning for eachother, no smut, would this be fluff?, idk if it is, happy ending, alternate universe - no outbreak, in our popular era!!, LOTS of tension (that’s kinda poorly written), i literally know nothing of how a stage crew works, ive only seen two movies about how tours work, so bare with me

a/n: AYEEEE MUST BE THE MONAAYYYY!! im trying something a lil different (but like.. not rlly..) also!!! this is my first time ever fulfilling a request!!! i hope this is good.. i haven’t written anything for a while. also also!!! i litcherally just remembered this song existed today and (a lil lore), originally i was gonna title this dont stop the music (like the rihanna song) but then this crossed my mind and i translated the lyrics and it just.. fits!!!! 😄 ok last thing, this is the outfit inspo for this fanfic! latrice is sooo pretty and this outfit is fire!!!

The ticket lines were flowing with people, like, lots of them. More than you’d ever seen during your tour. Tonight’s show was in Seattle. Your set started in fifteen minutes and you and your team were going through the logistics of how things would go. You stand there, hands on your hips as you keep a straight and serious face while lending a listening ear, giving a few nods from time to time. Abby couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. Her eyes kept tracing over you. The entirety of you. The oversized denim, the Calvin Klein print across your thong, the black top looking just perfect against your skin, everything drove her insane. She’d have to thank your stylists personally the next time she saw them because each time she found herself looking at you, her face would heat up. A loud clap from the director snapped her out of her trance. She followed the other backup dancers, who were also following you. Before entering the stage, you take a breath and hope for the best.

   You take a few steps on the large stage, smiling as the crowd roars in cheers and applause. You wave as you approach your mic. Your in-ears had already been in and you were waiting for the signal to begin your set. Before this, you thank the crowd for coming and some other things before it begins. It starts off slow, a soft song that hadn’t required much choreography was sung. Your voice had the crowd entranced, smiling and recording you. The band played in the same smooth and entrancing manner you had already set. After the song concludes, you begin moving to your position for the next song. “Song begins in 3.. 2.. 1..” the woman in your in-ears said as a metronome ticked at the same beat of the song. The lights on stage turn red, smoke rises from the stage. The song was sensual and provocative, your voice was smooth (as always) and siren-like. You and Abby find yourself dancing up against each other. Caught up in your song, your hand snakes around her waist as you sing the provocative lyrics to her with half lidded eyes and a small smile. Abby panicked internally. She curses under her breath as you sing to her. Her body heats up and her heart rate increases. She heard the loud noise of squealing and applauding from the crowd. She felt dizzy as you and her parted ways momentarily as you continued singing. Your touch sear on her skin, 1000 degrees is what it felt like to her. Your hands lingered on her body way longer than you practiced. And god, those eyes she gives you. They made you feel a little dizzy. Those green eyes under the red light, the strands of blond hair sticking to her forehead, the way her eyes fluttered whenever she made eye contact with you made your heart flutter. It seemed so unreal, the way her large hands rested on your body whenever the move called for it or how she smiled at you nervously when you got a little too close. Anyone with eyes could see that you both had some kinda feelings for eachother. And this definitely wouldn’t be easy to forget.

   The concert went on for what seemed like forever before you were on your last song. You and the rest of your dancers stand in the middle of the stage, attempting to catch your breath as you hold your ending pose. Abby looks at you and you look at her. The tension from before begins to rise again. It was palpable. “You don’t know what you do to me.” Abby whispered, only for your ears. “I know exactly what I do to you, Abby.” You respond with a smile. After a few more seconds, you finally exit the stage with everyone else. You enter your dressing room, closing the door behind you as you take a few photos of yourself, uploading them to social media before scrolling through your notifications. As usual, they were full of mentions, comments, and likes. They were also full of your little.. moments on stage with Abby. Your body becomes hot as you watch it over. You loved the way she looked at you. Like you were some sort of goddess. Or like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You find yourself smiling at your phone as you read your comments from your fans talking about the tension between the two of you. 

   As Abby sat with the other dancers, all she could think about was you. “God, you’ve got it bad, Abby.” One woman with curly hair says as she looks at her for a moment, then playfully rolls her eyes. “I’ve got it bad?” Abby acted clueless, but she knew exactly what the woman meant. “Oh shut up, don’t play dumb with. I see exactly how the two of you look at eachother. If you like her that much then you should just like, tell her or something.” The woman suggested with a shoulder shrug, then picking up her phone and texting with someone. In a perfect world, Abby would’ve already asked you out, and she would’ve already been your girlfriend. But she didn’t want you to think she was like, weird or something. “I mean.. the worst she could say is no, right?” Abby mumbles to herself. “Eeexactly. Now go.” The woman suggested with a smile.

   And after that little push, she walks to your dressing room. Her hand trembled on the doorknob. That was just her nerves trying to pull her back into the other room. Her hands become clammy along with her nerves. But Abby’s boots definitely weren’t quiet, and you’d already known she was there. “The doors unlocked.” You yell out to her. “..Goddamnit.” She mumbled to herself as she opened the door, walking in and closing it. You were still looking down at your phone for a moment before you turned it off and look over at her. “Hey.” “Hi.” You smile at her. “So uh, what brings ya here?” “Just wanted to check on you that’s all, but if you’re busy I’ll just go—“ Her hand darts towards the doorknob and you stand up and stop her. “No.. stay. I’m not busy.” Abby never listened to someone so fast. Her eyes meet yours and she looks around the door nervously. There was a small smile on her face. You found her nervous smile cute. You place your hand on her face, gently turning her face to look at you.

   “Keep those pretty eyes on me, Abby.” You whisper to her as you look her in the eyes. Her face heats up again as you speak to her in that soft voice. “God.. why do you do this to me?” She asked as she looked at you. Her eyes linger on your lips and then returning to your eyes. For the time she’d become acquainted with you, never did she think she’d be here feeling so tempted to ask you out. “Abby..” You whispered to her again as you looked at her, getting a little closer to her. “I like you.” “I like you too. Please let me kiss you.” She sounded so needy, and you couldn’t just ignore that voice. Almost in an instant, you crash your lips against hers. It just felt so.. right. And so natural. Her hands gently touch your arm, then your back. She drags her hand up your back and gently resting it on the back of your neck. Her touch left goosebumps across your skin. God she was so gentle, and it drove you crazy. Your hand finds itself entangled in her hair that was wavy, not being in its usual braid. She let out a little whine the more she kissed you. Slowly she pushes her tongue into your mouth, and they dance furiously, intertwining in a passionate dance for a few more seconds before she pulls away to catch her breath. 

   You both look at eachother breathlessly. That moment alone had solidified that you had in fact fallen for eachother. “Again.” Abby says, and you nod before you begin making out again. You stumble towards a small soft. Abby sits down and you straddle her lap. Your lips were on hers for a few moments before moving to her neck. You move slowly, making her wait. Her hands rest on your hips, and occasionally slide up and down your thighs. “God, you have no idea how bad I've wanted this. Watching you all that time, the way you look at me, that voice of yours. It drives me crazy.” For the duration of the tour, you had been restricting yourself. They say not to mix love with your work life, and in some cases it would make sense. But how could you ever do that for a girl this irresistible? Of course Abby restrained herself in the same manner because she didn’t wanna ruin things between the two of you, but now you were here and you had no intention whatsoever about going back to the way things were. Every wall you’d built up had been smashed down by the flurry of emotions Abby brought to you with her touch, her voice, and her want for you. There was no ‘line’ that you could or couldn’t cross, because.. the world is infinite. And in this moment, you felt infinite. And it was all because of her. Your lips trail back up to hers for a moment before she pulls away to say something. “I swear, after this tour, I’ll properly ask you out.” Abby declares as she looks at you. “I can’t wait. I want to be with you now. Abby, I want to be your girlfriend.” You admit as you look her in the eyes. A part of her hadn’t expected that. Her eyes widen a little in shock before she smiled at you. “.. Alright then. We’re officially girlfriends.” She said with a smile before you lean down to kiss her again.

[aelsie]

Mondays: I shall defend Daemyra with all two brain cells I’ve got left. What they are doing is valid and correct. They love each other, there is technically nothing wrong or toxic about them *writes essay with references*

Tuesdays-Sundays: Ayeeee my crazy scheming incestuous unhinged couple is back at it again!!! Pop off sis!!! Be fcked up and chaotic!! Gimme the drama! Gimme the messy! You keep being my crazy meow meows! *drinks wine picks up cigarette and swishes dramatic cloak*

I always knew Mondays sucked for a reason. The rest of the week, I channel my inner Daemon where I could not give lesser fcks, living my best life, and holding a Daemyra = Soulmates poster in the middle of a burning field.

[i-like-ratsssss]

“Where the fuckkkkkk is Johnny Cade?’ “ Dally asked, wasted out of his goddamn mind. “Dally I’m right here you drunk fuck.” Johnny says standing right infront of him.”where the fuck is Ponyboytoy??????” He asked, thay had Infact lost ponyboy. “Like I know where he went I’ve been here trying to make sure you don’t pass the fuck out Dallas.” “Oh tee-HEA I rember where he is!!?! I gave him a drink or like 6 and threw him at Cherry Valance. Tenahhshshdhdehhehdhd he’s drunk as shitttttttt” Dally giggles cutley “You what?!?!?!” Darry yells “relaxeeeee he’s like basically 21… what is he? 13. Ayeeee he’s a man” Soda stared in horror, Johnny was jaw dropped “YOU THREW MY BOYFRIEND AT CHERRY VALANCE!!” Johnny yells “hmm hmn” Dally smiled like a fucking 4 year old “Sowwy.” He giggled, Sodapop stared at Dally “bro you have a 14 year old alcohol 😭😨” Darry was still pisseddddd, “relax it was only 4 vodka bottles” Soda stared in awe “ONLY????” Two-bit was passed out on the floor, Ponyboy walked up behind dally “HAI :3” he giggled (gay ass am I right) Dally immediately kicked him in the balls and face. Ponyboy cried then passed out “OMG MY BOYFRIENDS DEAD!!” Johnny cried, Darry walked back from getting water and stared. “Why is my kid brother lying on the floor?” “Dally dared him to drink like idk a lot of alcohol or shit and then kicked him in the balls” Steve said calmly “Damn. Is he good?” Darry asked. he was answered by Ponyboy turning around and aggressively vomiting “hai Darry :3333 XD” “We’re going home come on y’all.” Darry says dragging Pony out by the arm, in the middle of the drive Dally opened the door and threw Ponyboy out, then closed it. Soda stared in horror “shit he dead” Two-bit said calmly, Darry was confused not seeing what happened “what happened? You all right pone?” Pony never responded. Steve who was sitting next to Soda said “oh ya dally killed him and threw him out the window” Darry Stopped the car and hit a lamppost killing them all. Dead Steve then said “Damn we all dead now”

WHAT

WHAT DID I JUST READ?? IM LEGIT GIGGLING

[my-owl-sub]

☆Not me but her☆

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Chapter four; After Midnight

Song After Midnight by Chappell Roan

M.list

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One minute, you were in your studio next you were at bar with your friends. "Why are we here again?" You said to Oikawa. He took a shot before he said anything.

"Celebrating our win from yesterday," he smirked, and you rolled your eyes. Seeing him dance to the music.

"I'm going to take a smoke out, I'll be back!" He nodded, waving his hand as he went into the crowd.

You made your way outside, taking out a blunt and lighting it. It's been a while since you've had one. It might cool off your head to have one.

You hated loud places but have been getting used to them since your whole friend group expect for Kenma, likes loud areas.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" You look to your side seeing Palma. Akaashi girlfriend.

"Oh, I didn't notice you came," you said, letting the smoke at of your mouth.

"Yea, bars aren't really my thing, but I just want to get along with his friends," she sighed, sitting down on the concrete floor.

You did the same. You were surprised she wasn't giving you any sign of hate or jealousy after everything that happened yesterday.

"Do you smoke?" You asked, not trying to make things awkward between the two of you.

"Uh, yea, I do." Juno took the cigarette from your fingers to hers. She hesitated for a bit, then went in.

She coughs out from the lack of breathing it in too much. "woah, first time...you didn't have to if you didn't feel comfortable," you said, patting her back.

She shook her head, grabbing a bottle of water from her bag to drink it. "It's...fine...it's just been awhile," she sighed.

You chuckled, taking the blunt from her. "Ah, okay," is all you said before taking a whiff yourself with no problem.

She eyed you for awhile, you didn't notice until you turned to her and asked her a question.

"We're cool right?" You said, nonchalantly looking into her eyes seeing if she was telling the truth or not.

She looked right back at you. "Yea, we are. Why wouldn't we be?" You hummed, yawning before standing up.

She followed behind. "After you know, I don't want any bad blood with anyone," she nodded, understanding what you meant.

"Trust, you are favorite person...n-not literally but you know singer" she corrected herself.

You giggle at her reaction before the both of you head inside.

You both talked while Akaashi eyed you and his girlfriend from afar. "Kenma left home, he is such a loser." Bokuto groaned, taking another shot.

Akaashi was already feeling the alcohol kick in "Wait don't we have school tomorrow?" Kuroo said, rubbing his eyes before he shrugged it off.

It wasn't the first time you guys got drunk on a Sunday night. And hung over Monday morning for classes.

"Y-you know what's weridddd?" Akaashi fumbles his words. His eyes haven't felt the both of you.

"WHAT is it, my alasshi?" Bokuto said, putting his arm around his best friend.

"She never....mentioned once liking Kurooooo, sister music...!" Bokuto stayed silent, zone out from his friend words.

"AYEEEE, KARAOKE!!" Bokuto shouted, throwing his hands up on the air before walking off.

"Kurok, lisnte." Akaashi, tired to speak, but ends up messing up or taking too long to speak.

"Mm" Kuroo took another shot before shotting his eyes and attention to Keiji.

"I think...." he got cut off by Hinata and Nishinoya coming in, screaming at the two.

"LETS PLAY TRUTY AND DARE" Nishinoya said hyper from the alcohol.

"Yesss! It would be the best!" Hinata said, pulling the two where the rest of the group was at expect for Bokuto.

"Where's Bokuto?" You said looking around, Akaashi eyed you before noticing his best friend wasn't here with them.

He saw his girlfriend looking at him with a soft smile. He didn't hesitate to sit next to her and wrap his arms around her.

"I love you so much." Juno giggled at his affection. She always loved this side of him.

"Y/n...what are you?" Atsumu said, looking up at you while you stood up.

"Huh?" You said, looking around for Bokuto. You and Juno were basically the sober ones while the rest of the group was gone to Earth.

Atsumu only stares at her before rolling his eyes, pouting at the lack of attention.

"I think it's time to go home," you said, grabing your bag. Looking for Bokuto was the main mission.

"You guys, we're leaving okay?" You asked the boys, they all groan at the idea of leaving.

"Y/n!!! I don't wanna leave!" Nishinoya said, getting a smack from Iwaizumi.

"Shut the hell up! You are too loud!" You sigh, losing hope at sight of this.

"I'll help you, Y/n, you go find Bokuto, kay?" You looked at Juno. She seems confident in her words. You nodded.

"Thank you," you said, Atsumu didn't hesitate to follow you along with Oikawa yelling out names to him.

"Don't leave me" he pouted, you didn't pay attention to him. Trying to find Bokuto was important to you.

"Oh, God," you mumble, seeing the owl head man singing up on the stage.

"OHHH YEAAA, OHHH YEAA, OHH YEAAAAA," he sang through the microphone.

Your heart drops the sight. Seeing Atsumu laugh at Bokuto stupid actions made you even more stressed.

You needed more then one smoke tonight.

"Hey cutie" you felt someone place their hand on your ass.

You turn and smack them right on the face. Was it a good choice? Hitting a drunk guy.

He didn't hesitate and tried to grab you by the collar, "you stupid bitch" he sneer pulling your hair.

You kicked him, feeling someone pull you back. Atsumu stepped in, punching the guy.

Bokuto noticed and started yelling through the microphone. "FIGHT FIGHT!" You tried pulling Atsumu away but ended up getting punch in the face by the guy.

You hated this night with a passionate heart of hate.

𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆;

Y/n isn't much of a drinker more of a smoker but tires to stop from time to time.

Juno helped out by getting half of the boys in the car, Akaashi offered to drive, but she didn't allow it.

Akaashi is more touchy when drunk or shows bits of his feelings while drunk.

Iwaizumi is the kind of guy to still act the same when intoxicated with Alcohol

Atsumu did indeed win the fight just because the guy was more drunk than he was. (Or he would've lost)

Kuroo and Atsumu were arguing about Y/n getting hit when she tried to pull Atsumu away.

The black eye Y/n has isn't so bad. Just can't see much from it being watery.

Nishinoya noticed Y/n black eye and laughed at her for having one.

They were all hammered last night that they could burley remember what happened all night.

Bokuto was singing Black sheep and people boo at him, which made him sad, so he sang a sad song after that. (He sang creep by radiohead)

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𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊; I just realized I had the fillout document, got all the responses on it, and made sure the ones who wanted to be tagged are tagged for the rest of the story. And if you wanna be a part of it, then go to the mainlist, and there's a link for the taglist <3

Take care

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Can we get a instagram edit of Sawyers birth announcement? I can’t find one if you did it already

hi, sawyer | sutton’s world

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miles.wood44 sutton has an announcement…. she’s officially big sister!! 🖤

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yourusername we became mom & dad to the most beautiful little boy this week, sawyer tyler wood. sutton is already the best sister 🌼🤍

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐙 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑡ℎ ; 07:51 pm

[ a lightly tipsy 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐢 enters the set, still riding the high of her album release, a 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 no. 1 placement on Apple Music & Spotify's hip hop charts, and her successful release party. as the host's signal the start of recording, the tune of 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙮 infiltrates her ears and compels the artist to break into performance while taking her seat, continuing her dancing while she's being introduced. ]

tonight we got big mama in the building, everybody welcome 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄! we saw her on 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒑, she got our attention with Soufside and now she's on fire after releasing her first studio album 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚—'cause she is the 𝑺͟𝑯͟𝑰͟𝑻͟. thank you so much for comin' out, we been waiting on this one!

"huh? huh? when a real one hold you down, bae you supposed to drown—ayeeee, that went over a lotta nigga's heads, for real! definitely happy to be here, thank you for having me. i been busy as hell, doin' interview after interview since before the record even dropped. it's been a wild ride; a fun one, fasho. there's definitely been a few bumps in the road here and there, but yeah. since i dropped it, i been tryna focus on having a good time with my loved ones and just. . .goin' up! you know, this album is a culmination of my real life shit over the last two years. it's only right that now everybody has it, i can finally rest. Right after this interview a bitch packin' for jamaica. then i got invited to a couple of paris fashion week shows—just got a lot of shit lined up now that the 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 thing is done, which was putting out a piece of work I'm proud of."

and you should be proud of it. it definitely blew us out of the water—props to you for sure. bumps in the road are to be expected, though. you pushing boundaries for the genre in a way. female rap is evolving in a way we never thought it could, and you apart of that in a special way. and the cool thing is it seem like y'all are friends. you ever feel the heat of the competition from other rappers? you got a top five out right now that's really doing their thing?

"i mean. . .𝑛𝑜 .ᐣ" [her laughter comes out instinctively at the question, shaking her head.] "nah. rap is a game and i'ma play it well; they my girls at the end of the day, but if anybody wanna lean up and compete i ain't never shy away from it. i only really smoke gas but i'll smoke a bitch out behind my respect. now of course i got my favorites. but i'on know, it's soo many rap girls killin' shit right now. so top 5 is hard. i'ma say monaleo, cardi. . .𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛, i'm not tryna be stereotypical, but meg, glo and kaliii. just based off my playlist."

you and saweetie stay posted up together on socials, so i definitely thought she might be in your top—

"woah, hold on hold on hold on hold on. let's get sum' right—i loooove saweetie! that's my girl in real life, fasho. but from a music perspective, i wouldn't say my top 5. but she cold. next question."

confidence is definitely key. it's good to see you got that on lock! and that's a solid top five. it's cool to see women empowerment in an industry thriving off conflict.

"for me, confidence is a non-negotiable. i done seen how insecurity can fuck you up and have you diminishing yourself when you really got it. obviously, i'ma be humble because i know what it's like to be without and be hungry for the game, for a piece of the game. but i'm just at the point where my life is so lit that i don't give a fuck what nobody got to say about me, it's nothing i haven't heard before. i got the house i want, the cars i want. . . the nigga i want. like i don't give a fuck! you either with me or you don't exist."

okay, okay. you not throwin' shots right now, but online they been posting your lyrics and puttin' names on them bullets. are there other rappers you didn't name that you might have a couple shots reserved for?

"the internet gon' talk no matter what was said. i let 'em 'cus to me that mean i'm part of the conversation. shit, i am the conversation. i'm on your mind and money on mine. we ain't the same, type shit. i talk my shit in my rap because. . .that's real shit i go through. nobody went into the studio wit' a vein poppin' out they head thinking this really gon' get that one hoe mad. now, i can't say the same for my assumed 'opps'. at the end of the day if you felt hit, if that shit applied? then so be it. but a bitch ain't gon' touch me so i'ma keep popping my shit. that simple. bitches be too worried about the comments nowadays, wanna be an internet warrior. put that shit in a song, dead it."

when you say you're gonna keep poppin' shit, does that mean we can expect any new music? i mean i know the album is still hot on the streets, but on the low—you got some surprises? we saw your tweet about gettin' in the booth with jimmy brooks, that got the people talking.

"definitely full of surprises. i got way more songs that ain't make the project—unfinished shit that only my dog has heard. been in talks of filming a couple music videos for the project. you know, it's a lot of cool shit coming. and as far as 𝒎𝒓. 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔,. . . y'all not the only ones that got excited off that. my manager phone been ringing off the hook—been getting called for features left and right! it's crazy how one association 'a do that. but you know, me and my girls also have some real cool shit comin' up. can't speak on it just yet, but it's gone be a movie for sure."