#also I love momma courage so much

[hcdragonwrites]

A Nightmare (a @journey-to-the-au drabble)

Another one! I split this one into two- so that way the people who enjoy fluff and are sensitive to the triggers can pick one or the others. Warning: this is about the Six Eared Macaque and what happens in the Betrothal AU

Trigger warning: Gore, Violence, Cannibalism and Descriptions of the Like. Allusions of SA (nothing happens but if this is a trigger don’t read!)

Did Heaven know of nightmares?

Earth Reaching Willow couldn’t answer that. In all her endless days within the Polestar Palace, among the Orchards of Immortal Peaches, and across the wide clouded bridges and celestial marvels, she had never known anything but tranquility and Peace.

Willow felt the other Monkeys of the troop swirling about her. Mothers bared fangs in fierce smiles while fathers and brothers teetered on grabbing weapons or jumping into the fray. However the being before them, the being that had been living among them, wore a familiar face, spoke in a voice that was warm in tenor.

It was a trusted person, a king of kindness, that had sat before them with grisly gore smeared over his teeth.

This wasn’t Wukong.

The Monkey King slouched, relaxed on the floor of Water- Curtain Cave. The gray stone beneath was dark with the scattered remnants of …

Willow couldn’t. She couldn’t - who had it been? Who had they been ? Willow had spent decades among the troop of Flower Fruit Mountain, years watching her new family grow and flourish. She had welcomed new members, helping mothers tend and care in turn for the babies and teach. She had brought flower petals to scatter upon the bodies of old and fallen friends and family, returning their vessels to the earth and praying for their next reincarnation. Death was not impossible for the Monkeys of the mountain even if age was not a factor now.

Her stomach curled at the scattered red and pink and purple flecks against the gray stone.

Willow had tended and cared for her family. Liu, Rin Rin, Ma, Ba, Beng, Mama Courage, Mama Wisdom, Chestnut- and so many more. She had cared for them because they loved her and she loved them.

Willow cared for them in all the years Wukong had been away. She, wife and friend to king of Flower Fruit Mountain, understood the importance of her position.

This creature that had once been alive was now twitching as it’s body bled out.

Another rending, echoed in the cave. The teeth of this Wukong hooked into the rib cage of the fallen little monkey beneath his foot. The red flesh pulled free of the white bone with a shlap sound. This mimicry of Wukong slurped the flesh and smacked his lips as if in ecstasy.

“Exquisite taste as always.” The voice was so familiar in its sound. Wrong wrong, Willows mind warned, her stomach becoming stone. This isn’t him!

The corpse of the monkey lay near the entrance of the cavern, splayed out in the pose of a running animal having been taken down by a lion. Upon that corpse, casual foot set against its shoulders, was the monarch of the mountain.

Mama Courage was bristled, fangs flashing and eyes full of fury. For all the rage behind him, the creature that wore the skin of their friend, was unperturbed. Instead he dug his claws into the skin and pulled. The sound set her teeth on edge and her stomach to flipping. Something pink and soft was between his claws- and then down his gullet.

The mothers and the distant warriors around the cave watched in horror. Most of the troop was outside, enjoying the everlasting summer of the mountain. Willow wished she had been just a bit faster, just a bit sooner and she could have been among them.

Instead she was stuck inside a living nightmare.

The Wukong turned his head, eyes alighting on one little of the troop adolescents who came too close. Faster than any of them could react, the Wukong had seized the youngster by his tail and dragged him over. The mothers started forward but froze at the pained screams of the little monkey.

“Curious one are you not?” The Wukong grinned, all threat within that smile. He sat the youngster beside him, petting his fur and pulling it close. “Come! Take a bite! This foolish subject shouldn’t have brushed me in his haste to get by. Now he will serve me in the only remaining way he can~”

“Eat! Eat!” With his free paw he gestured to the slaughtered monkey at his feet. The individual had had his throat cut, the blood pooling beneath his dun fur. The great wound on his side had been inflicted while they had been alive, it had happened right before Willows eyes.

Willow didn’t remember what the conversation had been about before. She had been walking out of one of the stone huts, signing to Wisdom beside her. It was the season for apple picking and they were both in a deep conversation about what foods to make with the apples they harvested.

‘Pies?’ Wisdom had puzzled.

‘And jams’ Willow signed back. ‘Tarts and sauces.’

‘You want to make these?’ Wisdom signed as they turned past a curve in the cave.

‘I want to teach others how to cook them’ Willow explained. She had been baking for years now, testing and trying new creations. With so many different types of fruit orchards and with an ever abundance of rotating bloomings and ripenings, Willow couldn’t resist. Apple pies, peach cobblers, plum puddings, candied pears, and strawberry tarts. So many things Willow could make- so many treats she could spoil her family with.

When Earth Reaching Willow had started making her first treats, the smell had begun to attract some of the denizens of the mountain. Little round faces poked through the kitchen windows, eyes wide and noses inhaling. Willow had passed each little one a bit of whatever she had been making- breads full of almonds, ripe watermelons dipped into sugar, orange juice freshly pressed for the porridge she would make- and they had scurried away, excited.

It had only taken three days for the rest of the mountain to be waiting outside her door, eyes eager and arms full of the fruits they wanted made into treats.

‘Teaching will be difficult.’ Courage signed.

‘How so? I like to teach and I think most will have the patience to learn.” Willow countered gently. Then she suddenly had a thought and amended, ‘Maybe not Ba though. I think he will be the one that will possibly try to sabotage me for a prank or steal whatever I make’

Courage laughed her silent laugh. Her eyes twinkled with mirth. ‘If he switches your fruits I will make sure he gets a thorough fruit thrashing. But no- I have no concern of your ability. Only about how much space we may have in the kitchen.’

It was Willows turn to laugh.

The morning had been going so well.

And then.

The two rounded the last curve of the tunnel, coming up to the roaring waterfall that blocked the main entrance to Water Curtain Cave. It’s soft, silver light soothing to see. It was like the mountains voice, forever roaring by them all. Courage paused, grabbing at Willows sleeve.

Willow looked up.

At the great wide flat stone before the waterfall, stood Wukong. A chill crept up Willows spine.

The Wukongs eyes alighted on the two and he smiled broadly, waving.

“Mother! Willow!” He called in friendly tones. “My beautiful wife is just the person I wanted to see !”

Willow felt that chill touch her veins.

He skipped closer eyes dancing brightly. But something was off. There was a shine to his eyes that looked feverish.

Wukong grasped the limp hand of Willows and kissed it. The press of that mouth over her skin felt hungrier, the eyes of his looking upward into her own with … with an expression of love meant for …

For the bedroom.

Willow took her hand from his palm, plastering a small smile onto her face. A wolf was before her. Wearing sheep’s clothing. Willow knew a wolf when she saw one however.

Wukong and her may be husband and wife but he never hinted or tried at more romantic inclinations when they were away from the cloudy courts of Heaven.

As she pulled the hands from his there was another flash, some sort of color burning in his eyes. What was that?

“Hello Wukong.”

“My Love~” His voice was syrupy sweet. “I have missed your company these few nights. Will you indulge me? I have the perfect place picked out! There’s a pond just south of here- and when the moon is out and the water is still, it turns silver and it’s beautiful.”

“It reminds me of your beauty.”

“I would love to,” Willow felt the repulsion rise. She had to fight the urge to pull back. Courtly edicate. She had dissuaded similar trysts and attempts from far more skilled men than this Wukong. But none of them looked like her best friend. “However I’ve promised to bake an apple pie and show your Mother how to make one.”

Courage nodded, signing ‘We must be off, son. The light will soon be behind the mountain and it will be too dark to see.’

Courage grasped her hand, tugging her away.

Wukongs face fell. Another flash in those eyes.

What happened next was all too quick, all too brutal.

Wukong- the wolf in Wukongs skin- moved to catch her hand-

And Willow had retreated, barely escaping his grasping hand.

One moment, Wukong had been trying to grab her attention. Courage had caught her hand, tugging her. Willow had bowed and given her excuses, her apologies. She retreated in relief. And she saw the eyes, finally, change to an ice blue.

The next moment, as one of the many monkeys walked by -was his name Radish or Cloud?- Wukongs eyes flashed.

Wrong-they are blue with red chips within them. Why are they blue ?

It was like the striking of lightning. One minute Wukong had stood, gaze open and full of such a light as to give a dragon nightmares, and the next the world was turned end over end. The monkey had at one moment been brushing past the king and the next he had been pinned to the stone floor. The savage strike had split the side of the little monkey's flank, opening up fur and skin and flesh. Exposing the inner workings of the poor creature in a spray of red so dark as to be black. The Wukong with those painfully bright blue eyes had cleaved the bone of the rib cage as easily as a knife slicing through butter.

The monkey gasped, eyes blinking in confusion. The pain hadn’t registered yet. Only shock. Wukong tugged a bit of pink intestine out of the still writhing monkey and ripped it to shreds.

Blood.

Screaming.

Willow felt her stomach heave.

“I have your attention now ?” Wukong had said.

Not Wukong.

This creature, whoever and whatever it was, was not Sun Wukong.

It couldn’t be.

This Wukong shook the adolescent monkey it had hostage again, yanking at the corpse before him. The noise of the screams had brought the few monkeys still in the caves running, some dragging weapons. Upon seeing however, that the threat was no tiger or jackal or leopard but their own king tearing away at one of his own, had driven all the fight from them. It had left only horror.

The poor monkey face was contorted in a frozen scream. Its eyes were staring sightless. Vacant and grayed over. Gone.

“Come have a taste. I only share the best of meals with the ones I love.” The wrong Wukong spoke, tugging the poor creature forward. He held the flesh closer, eyes blazing blue. The tiny monkey squirmed in his grasp, eyes wild.

“Stop!”

The Wukong froze. The world froze as Willow called out. Her heart raced. Only her heart and the roar of the waterfall dared to make a sound.

She saw the tiny monkey squirming and clawing at the hand that was still about its scruff, whimpering. His eyes, that unusual shade of blue, slanted her way. They burned coldly, wildly, full of one such emotion that Willow couldn’t mistake.

Hunger.

“Oh?”

The Wukong set the monkey back down. He didn’t let go of the poor thing. His eyes were only for her, his attention peaked. Earth Reaching Willow, Eldest princess of the Jade Emperor, threw herself into that woman she had been before her monkey, before Wukong had come into Heaven and offered her the world. She was an actress.

As still as a pond with no ripples. He may be full of a burning ice but I must be colder- I must be that calm within the eye of a hurricane.

Willow pressed her forehead to the floor, bowing. She felt the hands of Courage tugging at her. She kept her head flat to the floor.

I must play this game. Protect my family-

Even from the one who I looks like my friend. For my friend. Wherever he is—

“Has my Wife finally decided to give me attention?” Willow heard the heavy and terrible sound of bone snapping and muscles rending. She didn’t look up. “It has been so long, my love. You’ve left your king….” A harsh crunch of bones, of noise that is the sound of teeth digging into something soft. Snapping it like a twig. “….hungry.”

“Please, let the little one go.” Willow pleaded. She felt the brush of Mamma Courage along her side, Wisdom along the other.

“Lift your head.”

Dread.

She did as she was told, composing her face to serenity. The serenity cannot withstand the horror before her. It cracked.

This Wukongs face is smiling cynically, eyes glacier blue and glowing. In his free hand, the dismembered paw of the poor deceased monkey, cut clean from mid forearm down. The bone had been cracked, the marrow dripping.

“What will you do my Willow?” He asked, shaking the still struggling babe. One of the mother monkeys barked in rage, taking a half step forward. Another stopped her. Willow felt like a mouse caught between a wolf's paws.

“Your husband is very upset at you for ignoring his … advances.”

Nothing. I won’t do anything. I will turn into the smallest speck of sand and let the wind blow me away.

Willow let her fear spin just for a moment. Then she grasped it in her mind and pressed it behind that cold veneer of courtly teachings. She had acted much of her life. She had acted to fool her father, her advisors, the very suitors that saw her as a chess piece to improve their standing within the Polestar Palace Court.

And I will act now- I will hold my horror to best give everyone a chance— a chance to get away. To prevent more deaths.

“I have neglected you husband.” The words smoothly emptied themselves from Willows lips, even as she wanted to snatch them back. Be brave. “It was not my intent to do so. I have been busy helping our family. Forgive me.”

I don't want forgiveness from you. You aren’t my Wukong. He wouldn’t demand attention from me. He wouldn’t ask me for this.

“I’ll forgive you. I’ll be pacified by you.” The imposter sounds almost relieved, as if her words had soothed a burn upon his skin. He shakes the poor baby again, eliciting a squeak and an angry chorus from the other mothers here. Willow is still surprised it is just them in Water Curtain Cave.

A miniature horror show just for them.

“I will even let this little one go, since I am such a benevolent king. No one should say that I, Sun Wukong, didn’t listen to my beloved wife.” He smiled again, staring straight into her soul. “But I want a Kiss.”

“A kiss?”

The Wukong nodded, eyes flickering. A ripple of black and then gone again. “One single kiss. To reaffirm our union. Maybe more … later.”

The ‘later’ sent chills down her spine. But Willow nodded.

“Good! An obedient wife makes a happy life!” He laughed with Wukongs voice, but none of the joy of her Wukong was reflected there. It was twisted, spun into something bent and hideous. A mimicry of joy. A sound to match the horror.

Tears streamed down her face, the only break in the smooth surface of her cool demeanor. Willow leaned forward, about to stand.

“Oh but I am not prepared.” He said. She froze. Something malicious crawled over his face. The imitation Wukong- I refuse to believe this is Wukong- took up the bloody wrist and pressed the still bloody end across his face. Willow felt her horror rise, the gorge in her throat threaten to upheave. He smeared the bloody stump across his teeth, over his lips, across his chin. Like a monsterous paintbrush, this Wukong painted his lips in the blood.

Finally the Wukong drops his captive, the little monkey scurrying up to the group seated before their King. It’s mother scooped them up, pressing them to the soft underside and trying to hide his face from the nightmare. Willow couldn’t look away. Her courtly armor, the thing she had pulled up to cover herself in, shattered into a million pieces as those blue burning eyes fluttered and locked onto her lips.

“What’s the matter darling?” The Wukong holds the arm in one hand, the free one pressed to his face, almost as if he were resting it there. The thing before her must read Willow's repulsion. His smile turns softly, a predator's smile curving away from those gore filled teeth. “Don’t you want to Kiss me?”

#ALRIGHT ITS DONE #part one of this very chilling scene #for journey to the au #sun wukong #jttw au #Betrothal Au #hcwrites #writing stuff #jttw tag #tw gore mention #tw blood #yeah this one’s a bit brutal #the next part is gonna be much softer - I have it written already but Tumblr just takes away all the little formatting I do and FIGHTS ME #six eared macaque #he’s an absolute monster in this #poor Willow I’m so sorry #also I love momma courage so much #I wanted to give her a highlight in this just because she fit so well with the setting #Willow is gonna spoil all da baby monkeys on the mountain with treats she’s learning and can bake and she’s joking with Courage when BAM #Blue spooky eyes bastard pops up. #I Wrote Willow hopefully well. #I Kinda have her some of my own ace perspectives on this #I DONT know how else to tag this lol #no music I listened to this time - listened to an audio book while writing for work. #fluff will come soon I promise #I just have to fight Tumblr #too many tags WOOPS #hcfanfics

[vitamindropp]

beomgyu as your (soon to be) boyfriend^^

⋆˚࿔ notes 𝜗𝜚˚⋆: this is my first time writing so these aren’t proof read or nothing ALSO I DO CURSE A LIL SO ITS THATS AN ISSUE BE WARNED!! , also if its ass please don’t tell me!!

beomgyu would definitely be that cute boy that you would always catch stealing glances at you during class

at first you thought it was funny and cute until, you started to catch feelings as well, and you started to stare even more than he was

he would see you staring in his general direction but would always assume you were looking at something in the far distance

this went on forever because both of y’all were too scared to make a first move

and as the year was coming to an end your professor decided to assign a partner-project that had to be completed over a span of 2 weeks

and of course you were partnered up with beomgyu you were mentally going insane, wondering if you should be happy because you have a chance to talk to him or scared because you have a chance to talk to him..

beomgyu was trying to act all nonchalant and at peace about the situation but mentally he was 10x more nervous than you because what do you mean he has to talk to his crush for TWO WHOLE WEEKS.

the professor recommended that partners got to know each other and sit besides each other and of course you would follow what he said so you guys sat together (duh)

you guys sat in silence. the only words you guys got out was introducing yourselves to one and another besides that y’all have been trying to seem busy on your phones to avoid talking to each other

of course being a little curious you’re going to try see what your crush is doing on his phone so you sneak a quick look and you see this man frantically swiping through the weather app and opening and closing his settings (HE JS LIKE MEEEE)

you finally mastered up the courage to speak to him and you guys eventually warmed up to each other and ended exchanging numbers to continue to “work on the project”

as soon as beomgyu got home he felt like he HAD to message you first since you were the first to speak to him, but he just couldn’t figure out what to say

he texts his gc with his friends yeonjun, soobin, taehyun, and kai (SHOCKER) and asks what he should say and they all give him completely different things which just results to an argument in the groupchat, but his momma didn’t raise a bitch so he manned up and texted “hi this is beomgyu from (random class im too lazy to think of one) what’s up?”

he dropped to his knees in the middle of the kitchen he thought ‘WHY WOULD I SAY WHATS UP’ he decided you seeing that he unsent a message was better than you seeing that horrendous message he just sent

he goes to delete it and sees you already read it.

HE LETS OUT THE MOST VILE SCREAM OF TERROR

got a noise complaint but that’s beyond the point

you decide to wait it out because you can’t just respond straight away to a message from a dude you just meet today and seem like you were just waiting for his message (you were)

little did you know that you had your read receipts on

beomgyu is just staring at his screen “why isn’t she responding…” he’s currently pacing back and forth in his bedroom wondering if its the wrong number or you just really don’t fw him

ten minutes later you decide to respond with “hihi this is ___ from (yk the drill) im not doing much what about you?”

he responds right away, fuck all his pride it’s been long gone, “im just chilling a bit sleepy tho”

if he’s saying he is sleepy then doesn’t that mean hes about to go to sleep?

being oh so kind you decided to type out “goodnight!” but thats too affectionate so you had to say “gn”

after screaming into his pillow until you responded he sees you texted back “gn” he’s never been more in despair he just cut a conversation short WITH THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE HOW COULD HE EVER RECOVER

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა more notes because i can talk forever! ok so part 2 coming soon i think 😓. this is just based off of real events that have happened to be me..so if it seems cringy ITS BECAUSE IT WAS. anyways thank you for reading!! <33

#beomgyu #beomgyu fluff #txt fluff #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #beomgyu soft thoughts #beomgyu soft hours #choi beomgyu fluff

[yanderemommabean]

hi momma (*´꒳`*)

ive finally worked up the courage to tell you something :)

i really wanted to let you know that i love your fics, whether smut or not, and your silly little drabbles, and most of all how human you are. maybe it’s because of how regularly you post, or the way you don’t always post the same type of things, or how your posts can range from bringing me so much joy to making me so sad for you and your other beans (and also frustratingly horny), but you are so real to me. i personally struggle with depression and anxiety, and the kind way you treat everyone who is graced by your online presence is a large reason why i decided to send you this ask. sorry for the wall of text, and sorry if this is weird or too personal, and sorry if i didn’t tell you this the right way, and sorry if i put this in the wrong inbox or something, but i just wanted to let you know that you brighten my days :)

tl;dr my thoughts are better w you in them

You're very kind! I'm glad you were able to tell me this but there's no need to be shy! This made me smile to read, sometimes I feel I don't reach people they way I want or don't entertain the way I used to, so seeing this shows me I'm doing a better job than i thought! Also like shush about the long text, I love seeing you guys send that stuff it shows how much you want to share and I think that's cute! You're a very sweet bean ❤️

It's not too weird to me, I'm all about sharing your true feelings and being yourself! Being kind and sending nice messages like this doesn't bother me one bit! ((and i hope you get a million nice things told to you in return ))

-Mommmabean

#Yumechan bean #thats ya tag #unless like you want another one then lemme know! #bean asks #bean confessions #mommabean #you're a sweetie!

[petri808]

Day 16 @flufftober “singing each other to sleep” Twiyor Drabble Inspired by art by @wildgirl86 Click Here to see the piece and support them! 💜 Also here is the song featured in the story, Dreaming of You by Selena.

A scream echoes through the silent apartment causing Loid and Yor to shoot up instantly awake— a reflex from their days of past. With a turn and a knowing look, they each jump out of bed and run to the source ready to do battle with any evil spy or boogie man in the closet. From the glow of the starlight globe on the nightstand, they see the raised outline of something sitting up under the covers and hear the wet sobbing of a child’s tears. Loid flicks on the light as Yor beelines it for the bed.

“Anya?” Yor questions in a soothing voice as she sits along the edge. With Loid standing by along with an anxious Bond, she peels back the blanket until it reveals the shivering little girl. “Did you have a nightmare?”

The child nods with tears still dripping down her cheeks.

“Was it the one about the lab?” Loid confirms.

Again, Anya nods. Her green eyes full of moisture and surrounded in a white sea of red squiggles are like a peridot gem being born from an erupting volcano. It’s evident that tonight’s dream is an especially bad one. This brings a frown to Loid’s face, a bit of guilt…

“Awww,” Yor scoops Anya up into a tight hug bundled on her lap. “I’m so sorry Anya!” She coos assuringly. “Wanna sleep with us tonight?”

“Yes!” Anya sniffles and wraps tightly to Yor’s neck. “Don’ wanna be awone,” she whimpers.

“Of course,” Loid confers with a smile, “you can sleep with us. Here,” he gestures to Yor, “I’ll carry her.” But as Yor is about to pass Anya up to Loid, Bond cuts between them grumbling. Loid chuckles, “I think he wants to be your trusted steed tonight Anya.”

“He does,” Anya confirms, which also brings back her smile.

Yor places Anya onto Bond’s back, then she and Loid follow behind as he trots to the master bedroom. Bond stops next to the bed so Anya can climb onto it. Once she’s off, he goes to the foot of the bed and lays down while Loid and Yor climb in, sandwiching her between them.

“Momma, will you sing me something?” Anya asks politely. “Pweeze?”

“Sure,” Yor kisses Anya’s forehead, who settles in and closes her eyes with a smile.

The couple face inward, Loid laying his right arm over and hand coming to rest on Yor’s waist to bundle them close. He too closes his eyes and relaxes to the sound of his wife’s beautiful voice. It isn’t often that he gets to hear it, he chuckles inside his head at the thought of feigning a nightmare of his own so she’ll sing to him too.

After a moment, Yor hums briefly to find her pitch and begins. “Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star, that somewhere you are thinking of me too...”

Loid can’t help the genuine uptick of his lips as he zones into Yor’s voice. Just two years ago, he never would have believed of a scene like this being anything more than a fictional scene from a drama on television. When he signed up with WISE, he swore off normalcy, swore off family all together let alone having his own. Relationships were just a means to an end and children a prop in an operation. But Loids brows furrow again as he remembers their role in Anya’s nightmare, which is no nightmare but a memory of the laboratory that created her. Because he made a mistake, they kidnapped her and took her back to that awful place. Thankfully with Yor and Yuri’s help they were able to get her back, but not before they put her through a few more painful experiments.

“…I just wanna hold you close, but so far, all I have are dreams of you. So I wait for the day and the courage to say how much I love you. Yes, I do! I’ll be dreaming of you tonight. ‘Til tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight. And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be…”

Yor’s voice is slowly trailing off, so Loid opens his eyes too and sees she falling asleep. He brushes some stray hairs away from her face, causing her to relax even more and stop completely. This makes him smile. They make him smile. It’s times like this that makes him feel lucky to have met them both. Eventually the nightmares too will become a distant memory for Anya replaced by nights like tonight and her mother’s beautiful voice. All the pain they went through gave them this gift of a family, and there’s definitely nowhere else in the world better to be in.

“I love you too.” Loid leans over and kisses Anya first, then Yor on the forehead, before settling back in and closing his eyes. He keeps his voice soft and serene as he completes the lullaby. “Now I’m dreaming with you tonight. ‘Till tomorrow and for all of my life. And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be, than here in my room dreaming with you... Good night, my loves.”

#flufftober 2023 #twiyor #twiyor fan fiction #canon divergent #twiyor fanfic #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #Petri808 #unedited

[upindreamland]

Mother’s Day - Jonah Marais

Jonah Marais x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Summary: Husband!Jonah and your kids surprise you on Mother’s Day. What I imagine Mother’s Day with him would be like (fluff)

Warnings: Cursing (not really). Fluff and Jonah being really in love. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Y/C/E: Your color eyes Y/F/M: Your favorite movie

Italics: Flashback

AN: MY SECOND POST!!! When you’re done reading come and talk to me if you want!! Please enjoy!

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Jonah’s POV

Waking up next to my beautiful sleeping wife, I can’t help but smile. It only grows bigger when I realize what today is. It’s Saturday and today’s Mother’s Day. Y/N and I have four kids together and another one on the way. Our oldest Benjamin, or Ben, is seven years old. Next is Andrew who is five years old. The two youngest kids are twins Hayden and Amanda. They are only one years old. The little pea my wife is carrying has only been there for six weeks.

When I first met Y/N, I knew she was the one. We met at a movie theater. I was walking out of the bathroom looking for my band mates when I ran into something, better yet, someone. Popcorn flew all around us, and when I looked up, I swear my heart stopped for a second. Y/N was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I could get lost in her Y/C/E eyes if given the chance.

When I snapped out of my gaze, I started to apologize. Smiling, she told me that it was alright.

“It’s alright, it’s not like everyday I bump into a handsome stranger.”

Blushing, I quickly responded with:

“You’re right. I can’t believe I just ran into a literal goddess. You know what would make this even better?” I say gathering up courage to ask for her phone number.

“No… what is it?” She asked, eyeing me slightly.

“Your phone number….”

Needless to say, it worked out perfectly. I asked her out, and six years later we got married. Now we have this incredible family.

Quickly getting out of bed, but making sure I didn’t wake up Y/N, I walked over to each of our children’s rooms. Waking them up with the same phrase:

“Wake up bubs, we have to go make mama’s breakfast. It’s Mother’s Day.”

Going downstairs, I strap the twins into their seats so they can watch me and their big brothers work. Halfway through making Y/N’s favorite breakfast meal, I get a text. Before I even see the screen I know it’s my wife.

After finishing up Y/N’s breakfast and putting it on a tray for breakfast in bed, I go to grab her gift. I also tell the kids to get their presents for her. When we have everything we need, we head upstairs. Like I told her to do, Y/N is asleep snuggling my pillow. Softly shaking her, her eyes start to open.

Y/N’s POV

Feeling someone softly shake me, I slowly open my eyes. In front of me are my three boys, daughter, and husband. A smile quickly appears on my face. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard I ask:

“Hello my loves. What is all of this?”

They all break into a smile. As if they’re one person, they say in sync:

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

Jonah’s POV

Seeing Y/N’s eyes light up when she looks at us, makes my heart swell. She loves all of us so much and will do anything for us.

Walking over to her, I put the tray of food on her lap.

“We made you your favorite breakfast and we each have gifts to give you after we watch a movie together while you eat.” I inform her. Leaning over to kiss her, I can’t help but smile. After all of these years her kisses still make me have butterflies in my stomach.

She nods and I beckon the kids over to the bed. Putting on Y/F/M, we all snuggle together while she eats her breakfast.

*after the movie is done*

“Alright kids let’s give momma her presents. Like always, the youngest goes first.” I excitedly tell our kids.

Amanda gives Y/N a little drawing with her handprints that she probably did at school.

Hayden gives her a rock that has a face, clothes and hair.

Andrew gives Y/N a tiny jar with positive words that describe her.

Ben gives her a photo album full of his favorite images.

After each gift, Y/N gives each kid a kiss on the cheek. Thanking them, she pulls them into a group hug. Squealing they hug back. When they let go she turns to me.

“And what about you mister?” She teasingly asks.

Laughing, I pick up a basket full of things Y/N loves. Giving it to her, I wonder how it’s even possible that her smile gets bigger. Looking through everything, she puts the gift with the other ones and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s passionate and lovely until we have to pull away hearing our kids fake gagging. Y/N not being able to hold in her giggle let’s it out.

“Sorry kiddos. I just love your daddy very much. Thank you for such an amazing surprise.” She exclaims happily.

“Oh there’s more to come honey. It’s only the morning. Come on let’s go get ready so we can go to the next surprise.”

The expression on her face makes me chuckle. I couldn’t be happier with my wife and kids. This is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life. I can’t describe the emotion I’m feeling, but I know I love my family so fucking much.

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jonahmarais: Happy Mother's Day to Y/N and all of the amazing mothers out there. All you mothers are such incredible and strong women. Y/N thank you so much for giving me such a wonderful family. I couldn't ask for anything better. I love you so much. Hope you all have a great day!

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yourinstagram: Thank you so much baby! I love you. You are the best husband ever!

corbynbesson: Awww, you guys are so cute. Happy Mother’s Day Y/N!!

jonah_yn_lover: Ahhhhh!!! Omg the content we fucking deserve. Did Amanda make this? Y'all are just so cute.

↳ yourinstagram: jonah_yn_lover yes she did! I think she made it at school

seaveydaniel: You're making me want to have a child of my own. I don't know how you guys handle four and one more coming 😫

jackaverymusic: Lav misses you guys. Especially Amanda. Btw Lav says hi. She literally started smiling when I showed her this post

↳ yourinstagram: jackaverymusic AWWWW Amanda says hi too ☺️

imzachherron: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY BEST FRIEND!!! Okay sorry for yelling. I'm just very excited for no reason at all.

_limelight_fan: Ahh it's so weird to see Jonah as a dad of almost five. He was just a little baby a couple of years ago. I'm going to cry

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yourinstagram: I have such a wonderful family. Thank you to Jonah and my kids for making this day extra special. Thanks all of you for the wishes. I got some amazing gifts from my four children and husband. This is just one of them Love you all!

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jonah_yn_lover: I'm so jealous. You have such a great family. I love you both so much. Have a great day Y/N.

jonahmarais: I love you too baby. It's the least that I can do to thank you for pushing four kids out of you and one more to come.

imzachherron: Those are some pretty flowers… but not as cute as my niece and nephews

seaveydaniel: Y/N can I come over and play with my niece and nephews? I also want to wish you a happy Mother's Day in person.

↳ yourinstagram: seaveydaniel of course. They want to see you too.

↳ jackaverymusic: yourinstagram seaveydaniel I'm coming too. Daniel might need some help watching them. Plus they're all so cute and squishable.

↳ _limelight_fan: seaveydaniel I love how cute and supportive the boys comments are. Hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day today Y/N. You deserve it.

corbynbesson: Dang it Jonah you beat me. I wanted to comment before you did. Oh never mind. All I can see is flowers but I can feel the love through the screen. Love you both.

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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed. If you can’t tell I have a little bit of an obsession with fake Instagram posts lol. More posts to come. If you have any requests feel free to let me know!! Have a great day.

-Kara (upindreamland)

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[ryuttaeng]

cause everyone and their momma ask for yeji and ryujin, could you write a jisu fluff? something like jisu seeing reader at first glance at a big lecture hall and immediately falls in love. but reader at the time was dating chaeryeong or yuna, later breaking up cause of differences in the relationship so jisu manages to get the courage to take you out on a friendly date :)

pairing: lia x female!reader (chaeryeong mentioned)

summary: almost dozing off on some boring lecture that she didn’t even tried to keep in mind the name of it, lia dreamed about to finally leave and head back home. rushing to leave the auditorium, lia finally was in the hall, stretching, when someone caught her eye.

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: yesss lia appreciation hours! but not the momma part in the request lmao 💀💀

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Yawning, Lia visibly showed her boredom on the lecture, which she not even tried to cover up. Counting minutes until the lecture was over, she stared at the clock, when someone of the students would write something down, others would sleeping, as their hands hold their heads.

“…Thank you all for being a great listeners.” it was something that brought Lia back, making her immediately pack her bag and finally leave the auditorium. Stretching, she yawned again, when she saw someone that caught her attention.

It was someone she knew, Lee Chaeryeong standing in the hall, but someone Lia was interested in was you, holding hands with Chaeryeong. Lia witnessed how you placed a kiss on your girlfriend’s lips, and she immediately faced away, blushing.

She could feel her heart beating faster than it should be, but also feeling something else that definitely disturbed her. Was she disappointed that you had a girlfriend?

Shaking her head, Lia shrugged off these thoughts, convincing that love at the first sight is impossible. She walked away, looking at the time, making sure she’s not late for the next lecture.

Ironically, Lia encountered you way more than before, after falling in love with you seeing you in the hall with Chaeryeong. You would wave her whenever you saw her too, making Lia wave back, and trying not to blush too much. You haven’t even tried to talk with her, either did Lia. She would also always see you with your girlfriend in the hall, before the day she saw you without Chaeryeong.

It was a perfect chance to finally to talk with you, gathering up all her courage, Lia went to you. You turned your head as you saw someone approaching you, when you saw that girl who you waved at almost for a month.

“Hii!” you said, waving at her, when Lia smiled charmingly, making you blush a little. “Hi! Do you…” she was about to ask you if you knew her, but you cut her off. “…Know you? Yeah, Chaeryeong told me about you before!” you said, smiling even more, making Lia smile too.

Even though, she didn’t noticed your girlfriend with you, so she wanted to ask you about that. “About her…” Lia started, not knowing exactly how to ask that question properly. Already knew what she’s going to ask, you replied. “Oh, she said that she fell in love with someone else. And my feelings for her are not as strong anymore as it used to be.”

Wanting to comfort you, Lia rubbed your shoulder, smiling softly in a sorry way, but you just waved it off. “So, you wanted something?” you asked, returning Lia back to reality. “Oh, yeah actually… I… Uhm…” she stuttered, before she took a deep breath before saying. “Do you want to hang out sometime? Not today though, if you’re still…”

“Sure! I’m glad to.”

Lia smiled widely, nodding before she gave you her number, as she said she need to go back to her lectures.

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy lia #choi jisu #lia x reader #lia x female!reader #lia fluff

[bwoahtastic]

juuust an idea but i think we said that in omega trauma, max wouldn‘t talk much with the others for a whole while or pretty much not at all? cause he only ever interacted with the alphas who bred him, and his pups ofc so naturally he doesn’t really know how to and is also rather scared. so seb is the only one who he sometimes talks to a bit, but with the others he only ever nods or shakes his head if at all.

so everyone is kind of just on a mission to coax max into talking with them or at least just get him to react, to let him know it‘s okay to interact with them and that they want that! so whenever max is around they‘d start to talk about whatever really in the hopes that max would join the conversation and while max does know it‘s only meant to be nice, it also overwhelms him a lot? like it just makes him feel even more pressured to say something when he already doesn’t know what.

and to everyone‘s surprise it‘s charles who gets him to react to anyone other than seb (or safe for a few purrs for lando) first cause charles, uncharacteristically, doesn‘t try to talk to max? like he‘ll just fall down next to max and his pups on the sofa and nuzzle him carefully but he doesn‘t say anything, just sits there with him and maybe shows him something on his phone but that‘s it. and one day max just suddenly quietly remarks about something that happens in the video with a smile because it’s so much easier to get the courage to say something when he isn’t expected to. and charles doesn‘t even notice in the first moment in typical charles fashion, but then when he does he supper giddily runs to seb to tell him and max definitely finds it amusing and sweet sjfjdkjfbndlsl

i‘d also say kimi would be a close second because he naturally doesn’t say much lol but he‘s an alpha so max would be more vary of him

Ohh I love that!!

The pack wants Max to feel comfortable and the talking could be a first stuff so they try to include hin in conversation as much as possible but Max struggles with that a lot because he thinks his voice shouldn't matter. Hw just stresses about what to say and ends up only nodding or shaking his head...

He does talk to seb sometimes, and Lando gets little purrs, and the kids obviously have their momma talking to them a lot and purring constantly! But besides that, Max is hesitant and unsure most of the time.

Charles and his lack of understanding for personal space just always cosying up eith Max but he doesn't say that much, just let's Max watch videos over his shoulders and occasionally purrs a bit

Maybe he shows Max a cat video one day and Max just quietly says he likes cats, and that Charles reminds him of one, nd Charles just chuckles a bit and continues scrolling and athen only realises Max spoke about 5 min later sjxjdkdk

Pls he would Rush over to seb immediately and be so giddy and Max is just soft for the idiot!

Kimi is definitely one of th3 first Alphas, besides Dan maybe, who Max initiates conversation with! Just very shyly but he knows Kimi is always very steady and his reactions never surprise or bamboozle Max.

#asks #omega trauma au

[teribst]

About Me

About Me

A STORY BY

MIKE

Momma said I was always a snuggler and guess it's true. I remember sitting in either her or daddy's lap almost all the time when I was little. And I know that as soon as I was out of diapers I was naked. I hated clothes then and still do.

So for as long as I can think about it, I would get up in the morning and pad into mom and dad's room. I loved the warmth of the bed, their mixed smells, as I would slip up between them both laying naked in bed. Dad would turn on his side pulling me to him spooning into me and doze while momma and I would whisper softly talking to each other.

As I grew older I watched momma a lot. She was tall and beautiful and had lots of lady friends. Sometimes they would spend the night. Sometimes dad would be in the room with them, but more often than not when she had company dad and I would go out to the lake and stay on his boat.

He owned a framing company and built houses all over the LA basin. My dad was a big strong hard working guy and oh my goodness he was good to look at. So through all those mornings naked in bed, I grew taller. Things didn’t change and I know mom or dad ever thought about it. But time passed and I got taller. I started to pay attention to what was going on with him. Like I said dad always spooned into me with his arm over me and never, not once did he not have a long thick stiff dick.

 So as I grew at first it was my feet on him, touching that heat-filled pole. And slowly by the time I was 12 I was almost 5” foot 3” tall. That sweet thing would be nuzzled right into my ass crack as he spooned into me.

And again mom nor he thought anything about it…but I did.

~

So at this point let's step back to a little more about mom. As I grew older and began to understand she made no effort to hide that she was BI. I think I was about 10 when she sat me down and we spent an afternoon making cookies while talking about sex between a man and a woman and why a woman would have sex with a woman.

After that, I paid even more attention to dad, but now I was also looking at mom in a very un-daughter-like way. I would look at other moms, thinking about this one or that one, and some were hot and some were pretty and some I found made me wonder about them in bed. I also began to look at the girls in school but had no idea how to approach one.

~

But it was my morning in bed between my parents that made me rub my little pussy until I thought I would go cross-eyed.

Then I started to do things. 

Dad would be spooned into me just like he always did but I began to move on him, not much, but I would clench my butt cheeks or push just slightly back into him with one of my favorite things being to wiggle my foot. This move was the best because it lets me move around on the lovely long dick with it seeming really innocent.

One morning dad had to leave early and I was still in bed with mom and after he left she rolled onto her back. I moved to her resting my head on her shoulder and working up every ounce of courage I could muster. I put my hand on her breast. She said nothing as I felt her nipple grow hard under my palm and I just slightly squeezed her breast. I held it for a moment, then moved my head down and kissed the tip of her nipple. She took in a breath as my lips closed around it, and like I had done it a million times, I sucked it.

She put her fingers under my chin and gently pulled my face up to hers, “Sweetheart you're making momma crazy. You need to stop.”

“But what if I don’t want to stop momma?” And again being as brave as I could I moved in and kissed her very softly on the lips. God, it was amazing! Her lips were soft, so very soft, nothing like the hardness of the few boys I had kissed, and I wanted more. “Love me, momma, please love me.”

For the next while in time she kissed, licked, and touched every inch of my body. She nipped my skin with her teeth, kissed me so deeply it made me dizzy as her tongue found mine. Then she kissed her way down my neck to my full breasts and as she worried the nipple of my left breast with her finger she sucked the right and I think I came just a little from it.

She began kissing lower and lower until her lips found my girl parts.

She didn’t just dive in, she again licked and kissed every inch of my sex. She licked my back star then moved that crazy tongue up to my opening.

I was way past wet, I was flowing as my hips seemed to move on their own as her tongue slipped around my opening twice before she thrust it in me.

I was gasping as my fist clenched, balling the sheet up in my fists, then her lips found my clit, I cried out from it as she sucked the 2-inch long peril between her lips and I almost passed out. I had been holding my breath and when I let it out it was with a "woushhhhh", and I cried out, “OHGO DAAAAAA!” as my hip pumped into her face as I had my first climax ever. 

She held me for sometime before she picked up the bedside phone and called in sick.

 We made love to each other most of the morning only stopping to make some cinnamon rolls that we ate with cold milk as we openly talked to each other like adults, friends, and now lovers.

~

I was still doing everything I knew how to do in the morning, I was trying my best to make dad know I wanted him in me. Nothing worked.

 It was the morning of my 18th birthday and I had a plan. That morning I slipped up into bed only that day as dad turned to spoon me I opened my legs and as he moved to me that 9-inch long poll slipped between my legs. I moved quickly as his pubic mound pushed into my butt and closed my thighs, trapping him between them. “Shit.” he whispered and as he started to pull back I reached back putting my hand on his hip “Shhh you’ll wake up momma.”

 His arm came over my waist just like always and he relaxed into me. I began to wiggle my foot, “be still honey.” He whispered.

 I shook my head no and pushed back into him and his cock wet with my pussy juice slipped easily between my sticky wet lips. “Stop Teri.” He hissed.

 But I didn’t and almost before it started he grunted and I felt the heat of it as his seed splashed out between my legs. It was so hot and wet and there was so much of it, and iI loved it, then he was sliding out, “Um, well shit, I'm sorry. I…um I need a shower.”

Momma said, “What's wrong?”

Nothing momma daddy and I are just going to shower.”

And because one, two or all three of us often shower with each other she thought nothing of it and smiled “ok.”

~

In the shower, with him, I put my hands on his hip and looked up at him. He shook his head and smiled, “That was a bad thing, young lady.”

Looking into his face I asked, “Was it?”

“Don’t play dumb or act like you don’t know what I mean, you know damn good and well it was,.”

Still looking up at him, “Was it bad you didn’t like it bad or the other bad.”

He pulled me to him, hugging me tightly in the warm water and almost whispering, “oh no I liked it, it was the other kind of bad.”

~

From then on I made love to them both but never together. I’m almost sure they knew I was fucking them both but it was never brought up and I left it alone.

I lost dad yearly he was only 59 but we maintained our relationship even after I married right up until I lost him.

Mom has also been gone for a while and yes she and I also remained close even after I was married. 

[eunoiaastralwings]

What emojis would you assign to your mutuals and why? Pass it on, share the fun 💫💞

I have so many mutuals ? ? ? - I only tagged the only I tend to interact with :)

@a-contemplation-upon-flowers - 🌸🌞

Seriously Mina - you're like a mini Glorf to me! You're spring sunshine - you're always so lively and bright to interact with! ! ! My day instantly gets better whenever I interact with you! ! You're so sweet!

@i-did-not-mean-to - 🤍❤️‍🩹

I always value your kindness - and how you see so much good in others! Seeing you - makes me feel hope and the world has one for person to count on if they ever need one. You're everyone's friend therapist momma! ! !

@aeonianarchives - 😎🫠

Omg Kaiden - you make my days so much brighter! Sending me and my followers the best memes to make us laugh - you always know just what to give me on my miserable days! You're a friend I value greatly - you make me melt with your fics and just having the energy to cheer me up! ! !

@kiatheinsomniac - 🌙✨

Ik we haven't interacted a lot - but you're a cool personal! ! ! Whenever I see your posts or blog, am like 'woah - so pretty and aesthetic - NOT TO MENTION SO MUCH TALENT'

@wandererindreams - 😍

Oh hun - I love seeing your replies to my stories - it honestly makes me blush - and jump in my seat! ! ! Am smiling like an idioit reading your replies! ! !

@sorisooyaa - 🏹💖

the little bitch - who's a major Haldir lover (and no1 Maglor too - should probably add a harp there too), hence the bow and arrow ;) - but the sparkly heart is your love and kindness - you have always been there for me - especially in my darkest days. You were shining and sparkling helping me throughout the pitch blackness- even when you were busy with your studies and life! ! ! I love you so much! !

@mslizziesblog / @daughterofimladris - 💝

Lizzie! ! ! I miss you so much - you were the one ready to ready to wrap and hold together my broken heart in a pretty ribbon! ! I miss talking to you and interacting with you on a daily basis - it's not the same without you :(

@involuntaryspasms - 🥰

You're literally one of my favorite commenters - you're so sweet! Whenever I see your replies I feel like floating! - You give me a lot of courage to either continue a fic - or keep on writing in general! ! !

@fizzyxcustard - 🥀🦜

You write so much angst - but it's so good! ! ! I love it - Everything you write - there's so much emotion, every time am like 'wow - how the fuck does she do this! ! ! I love this!' Also mentioning - you're the biggest parrot momma ik - every time I see parrot they remind me of you and puts a smile on my face!

@stop-hammertime - 🔥⚔️

PLEASE - HOW DO I START TO DESCRIBE MY HANDSOME GOTHIC FRIEND! ! ! You defend every thing so passionately - you helped me out so much - a great friend to talk to and THE BEST IDEAS EVER - WE SHARE A LOT OF DUMBNESS ABOUT THE ELVES - AND IT'S THE BEST THING EVER! !

@theladyvanya - ✍️🙌

You're amazing - I literally praise you! ! ! I take a lot of inspiration from you - you're my most favorite writer on tumblr - am always grateful because I found your blog! - Not only that - you understand me so well - it's always a pleasure talking to you - it's so calm and beautiful! !

@animerina - 😮🤩

I have literally read all of your Tolkien works - you're one of my favorites here and I love every thing you write am always in wow. While we haven't interacted a lot, you seem like a really lovely person. I get so hyped every time you update - I do a mini scream out of excitement!

@mismaeve - 🧚‍♀️😇

YOU'RE SO LOVELY! ! ! I HAVE THE BEST TIMES INTERACTING AND READING YOUR FICS! The sweetest person alive! You're like a mix of Lindir and Legolas - so kind and sweet!

I love you all basically:

#answered #my mutuals #i have the best mutuals!

[farraigeart]

10, 20, and 38 (with tip!)

thank you!!

which oc is the biggest romantic?

traditionally speaking it's prooobably ollpha. any cliche romantic thing you can think of she is probably obsessed with. otherwise... i tend to write my monster hunters (courage and spirit) as the most sappy and lovey-dovey couple i can possibly manage. all that good stuff. because i am very self-indulgent with them

which oc gets crushes the easiest?

so that is probably ollpha as well haha. she's very full of love and affection and can easily crush on someone who is just Nice To Her lol. however she is very committed to her two partners rn so while she is polyamorous- after getting with them both she doesn't really crush on more people i dont think

drop a fun fact about your oc!

tip loves his momma a lot and visits her whenever he has a chance to. they dont look anything alike aside from the wings (she's the aasimar side of his half-aasimar identity lol). all of his physical traits have mostly come from his dad (red hair, freckles, pointed ears, and of course the size of a halfling). his dad is... out of the picture :,) he doesn't really like him but also doesn't think about him that much

#asks #oc: ollpha #oc: tip #oc: monster hunters

[elliehdzg]

Things are changing

Dear Blog,

the date is May 17th, 2023 and the time is 1:35AM. It’s been 16 days since I last wrote in here (doesn't feel like it). 

Since my last post, I went to Mexico to visit my mom for 3 days with my siblings as a gift for mothers day, she loved it. She got to meet her granddaughter and we made lots of new memories so it was a good time. I definitely needed that recharge so I’m glad I took some time off from work and everything in my head. I gained three pounds in Mexico but finally lost it since I got back! I’m at my new lowest weight currently; 158. I’m so happy to be making progress with my health and weight. 

Something that I think has been helping me a lot lately is carting at work. Not a lot of people want to do it and much less girls so there's only me and one more girl who actually do it. Ever since I started doing carts constantly I have noticed I lose weight faster so I’m motivated to keep going. I’ve gained some muscle in  my arms too! physically I’m feeling like I’m seeing a lot of progress for sure. 

Mentally though....

I’m feeling a little better from the tough break up. I finally got the courage to delete the hidden pictures of him and a voicemail he had sent to me a while back. I have no more reminders of him in my phone. I got my instagram back and unfollowed anyone who was associated with him. I deleted the numbers of the people who are also associated with him. It's a total cleanse from him and I think it's what I need right now. Sometimes I miss him, especially at night when I’m alone but then I remind myself he’s not the same person I fell in love with so this had to come to an end. I might not feel 100% from what happened yet but I will eventually. Changes are coming because I don’t want to suffer mentally anymore. 

I DESERVE LOVE & TO BE LOVED THE RIGHT WAY. 

Slowly but surely I’m making progress to feeling better both mentally and physically. I will get back to my normal self because momma didn't raise no bitchhhhhhh. 

So yeah not much for new updates but I felt like letting some steam out. I’m so thankful for this blog. Finito @ 1:48am.

[dr-asmapoetry]

Dear Momma (you’re in my heart, forever)

I finally have the courage to write this:

I lost you more than a year ago

But it feels like it’s been decades since I last saw you, heard your voice

The giggles we shared and our inside jokes is what I miss the most

Every time I put my hair up in a style that you used to braid your hair, I’m reminded of you

I miss you during times when I’m happy, sad, angry, calm; I miss you regardless of what I feel

When you left us, I was at loss of words

I was searching for the intense love and care that you had pampered me with never to find it anywhere

Your love spoilt me but also made me to love and value myself more than anything else in the world

But I wonder will I ever be able to love myself the way you loved me

There never was any love that could overwrite the love you had for me; never shall be

Perhaps the love that I was looking for can never be found and I’m at peace

I’m grateful that you visit me in my dreams to envelope me in warmth and plant pecks

Am I selfish to miss your love more than anything else

I can not only say that you’re the best mom in the world but that there never was and never will be a mother like you in the universe

The way you called me with several nicknames to cheer me up when I’m sad

I miss every word that you said, your beautiful smile I yearn to see

I might cry a million tears but I recall your words “silly gal, why do you cry”

I value your words and I’m gonna try my best to follow them

Your patience and altruism made us fall in love with you all over again and again

You didn’t need words to express how much we meant to you

Your silence spoke words that we all heard and understood

You taught me to be kind and patient and I am trying, momma

Your words etched in my heart; “Allah is watching; always do good, expect nothing in return”

Everything’s changed since you left; the moments I hoped you’d be elated to be a part of

Somehow I feel you watch me from above and are smiling for every step I take to move forward in life

I regret the moments I might have been away from you; I know I’ll never get you back

But I promise I’ll meet you someday where we shall sit down and have endless conversations

All I wish to see is your smiling face with so much adoration in your eyes

I’m at peace ❤️

Love,

Baba, Bhaiyya, and Asma

[ploykantida]

twenty fucking one

Kantida is twenty fucking one. Twenty one. This number is freaking me out a little bit because damn, I didn’t think I was gonna live to see it. Thank you, momma and daddy for this life. I am forever grateful. I haven’t felt so good this month (I've been a train wreck ok) so I thought why not write 21 things I’m proud of to kick start this beautiful age.

1. You’re still here. In one big beautiful piece. 

2.You graduated high school technically 3 times. Who can say that? lol

3. You spent a whole year far far away from home when you were just 15. A Thai girl alone in Middlesex, North Carolina. God, that feels like a lifetime ago.

4.You are bilingual. More fluent than kindergarten you could’ve wished for. So many competitions growing up. You won some, You lose some you never gave up on it. You even taught kids English. Being other kids’ inspiration just like your how your favorite teacher was to you.

5. You made your whole family proud. You’ve been such a good girl from day one. Has nothing but good and love for your family from the beginning. Good job, Ploy.

6. You passed the entrance examinations for the best high schools in the country. When you wanted to be among the top 250 smartest kids in your country, you put your heart and soul into it, and you made it. You were just 14. Fourteen.

7.You got absolutely perfect gpa in high school. You worked so hard everyday with your best friends and you deserve it.

8. You were brave enough to get help. To be vulnerable. To learn to forgive and live and trust again.

9.You survived two years of covid girl I don’t know how you did that. Kudos to momma.

10. You gave him so much love. You saw the potential in that relationship and you were willing to give a piece of yourself and try to make it work. Even right now, you still do. Thank you, universe, for him. He’s the gift I received so early on in life and will keep near and dear to my heart forever. He gave me love the kind nobody will ever be able to recreate. Put me back together when I look around and see nobody else. The best of the best.

11. You are able to make such special friendship with genuine, loving, funny, charismatic, caring, smart, and so much more. With them, I know you’ll be able to get this degree.

12. You were the student council president when you were 17. Even though you were so scared of a crowd. So scared of speaking your truth. But you did ti flawlessly.

13. Then you managed to also be the presidents of two of the huge charity projects we had for school. You were able to help so many kids and brought those two schools so much joy

14. You got into dental school and not just any dental schools, the best one. Despite every obstacle in life, you’re here, sitting right next to a box full of dental material, countless pens for who knows what, neurology notes, two cups of coffee, and the opened Ipad that you kinda need to get back to right now but oh well. You’re living in the university of your dream. Of your family’s, your teachers, and your friend’s dreams. Of 7-year-old you dream. We’re graduating together and we’re gonna build this extravagant clinic for little Ploy that had been staring at Dental Land everyday on her way to school. We’re so close and I’m so proud to say that We have fucking made it.

15. You still paint. Still trying to put creativity in everything you do because you know the joy it gives you is unmatched. Keep going.

16. You finally got back into ballet!! The one thing you’ve regretted and yearned for for years and years. You finally muster up enough courage to take classes again lol

17.You became confident enough in the outfits and the accessories that you choose carefully to wear. Becoming the fashion girl you always drooled over from the magazine. Not ashamed of what you like. Just loud and proud.

18. You’re amazing at makeup. Gotta give euphoria for that courage and endless inspiration. You just have fun with it and post and create such fun and beautiful shoots.You’re the cool girl 15 year you wanted to be.

19. You wasn’t born with a sister but somehow you got one and remain having one since then. Call it luck or whatever but that girl is a keeper. Again, thanks universe, you know I needed her.

20. You live alone now at 20 well and 21 ofc lol Can you believe it? You used to be so scared of ghosts you can’t even go up to your bedroom alone when you were 12. Here you are, happiest in your solitude. Going to see movies by yourself, shopping by yourself, eat by yourself, protected in your own space. I’m proud of you.

21. You are, as we speak, writing something. Just like what you said you’d do in the career section of your school report. Yay

A lot of the time, I feel like a loser and feel like I’m never enough. But I’ll look back on this list I made on my 21st birthday and relive the glorious days of my younger years. I can hope this list will get longer and longer with time. Happy birthday to the girl I live most in the whole wide world. Happy birthday to the girl that never stop trying. I love you

- Ploy

30.01.2023

#bday #journal #diary #gratitude #2023 #aquarius #birthday

[curlynye-blog]

Art or Trauma Porn?

Professor made a good point in communicating about the difference between a work of art and trauma porn, and how the effects of these triggering images can take a toll on our minds. Looking at the works we overviewed like Suicide at Sunset, The Girl With Gifts, and more, it's really striking to me the contrasts of the work, from enslaved people to civil rights to even vampires and ghosts. But beyond the crazy contrasts, there also was a focus on the theme of racism that really connected these works not only together, but also connected the works to horror. The horror of grief found in Please Momma where I can't imagine how one processes grief, especially to the point where it's a child and a mother. I haven't lost someone close to me since I was young and the way of processing those emotions and even just going through the emotions seemed like a distant memory in a way where I feel detached from the emotions one might feel about it. Even the woman who decided to write a book, I'm not sure I would have the strength non the less the courage of being able to do that. I would probably react similarly to the way the mother reacted in this short story, throwing fits, isolating myself, and being delusional! While I may react that way, I don’t condone the mother's treatment of the other daughter, if anything, some mothers tend to become overprotective and more loving on the only child they do have left. The second theme similar to grief was a loss, the loss of our culture, lives, identity, and history. I mentioned this in my lecture reflection but the thing that stood out the most to me in Devil in America was when Professor Due mentioned how the main protagonist didn't understand how to use her ancestral powers, It really ties into the themes of racism and isolation because even nowadays African Americans are separated from our culture and identity. it stood out to me so much because it made me curious about how our lives could be different. Or even the powers we may possess but do not know. And how isolating those feelings are, it's like retribution and revenge are so close at your fingertips, and then it's gone. That's the real horror, helplessness. But otherwise, I had a really enjoyable time reading the large variety and watching the short films showcased in class!

#afam #ucla #commentary

[mountains-moving-91]

Haters R Motivational

I have spent the last few….I guess months, losing my mind. Jus-a-lil-bit, but also in a whole-heartedly, out-in-public type of way. It almost felt similar to when I was out losing my mind on drugs. OH and within that break-down, I left a job that I used to love. See - with time, things will start to heal. They may never fully heal. And you may have too literally glue pieces back together to rebuild, but - if you just give it a little bit of time, it will heal enough to give you enough courage to START to see a new door open. And if not, you will at least have extra time on your hands to find yourself in a new way. 

NOW - take me back a little further. Right now, I am job/less - not technically looking for a job, but I do have bills that I eventually need to take care of myself. Honestly, it’s almost like I am a teacher - on summer break - finding out a) what in the world I enjoy to do for myself and b) what I can “observe” from a diff kind of perspective. My break, that did resemble my bad-ol’-days when I was living in a city that I didn’t belong in, making bad choices with people that were even worse, did allow me the opportunity to at least start to give a tiny damn about my own-self, rather than just taking care of everyone around me. 

I’d like to argue with that though, just a little bit. Yes, I will sit here and argue with the “other” side of my brain. And then also try to argue that I technically have two brains, simply because I have a Gemini birthday. See, back in my bad days, I learned a lot about myself also. And I don’t think it is always fair to judge a book by its cover…so to say. I was hurt back then…and I am still very much still hurting these days. But - I am not dead…and for good reason. 

I lived a life back then that I am not proud of. But I get to sit here and tell you all a little truth about the other side.Which also means that I am proud of who I am now. And because of that, I don’t get to give up. See - I won a long time ago when I didn’t give up to my worlds biggest devil - drug addiction & the BEAUTIFUL kind of pain that’s caused by people who make the choice that they get to hurt anyone other than themselves. Plot twist - both ways hurt people. And you alone have to make the choice, if you are willing to do that. And if you are, you have to be willing to survive [ or not survive ] those type of consequences. That life, my old life, aka - my past, started to haunt me the day I got pregnant. And that is because I still lived with a dude fighting a demon bigger than himself - TRAUMA, PTSD AND ADDICTION2METH. 

We’ve talked about how I recently left the job that saved my life. Now let’s talk about my first day at that job. I actually started working there as a late summertime temp, passing along voicemails left by people needing help with their benefits, and ended up managing benefits for a number of different accounts. Anyways, that’s besides the point. That first day at this company was the scariest day of my life. And not because I was about to start working with my mother, who had spent over 20 years building her rep within, but because that morning my boyfriend (at the time) decided he was going to come @ me - knife up. Don’t get me wrong, I was two months pregnant so I am not sure what I was more scared of…my ever-so-new little baby trying to grow inside my belly (his safe place) or if I was more scared that I didn’t think I was ever going to get the chance to be his momma…Anyways, after he somehow got himself in control and put the knife down - it was better. But not the type of better that I am here to talk about. It was the kind of better where I wasn’t dead but I was def being drug through OUR apartment by my hair. And from there, I hardly remember how, but somehow I got to work - 1 or 2 minutes late - and put a smile on face in order to keep from letting my mom down - IN MY HEAD. 

To be clear - not showing up that day would not have let my mom down. But I was more concerned about CHANGING MY LIFE for my baby that I didn’t care that I wasn’t protecting myself that day in any fashion, with the soon to be father of my child. And to be extra clear - I let him come home a little over a week. And somehow, 5 years in 2 being off-the-damn-grid from him, I finally am getting enough courage to speak out loud about it - in some form or another.

My dad once told me that there was no room on earth for a man that hits a woman. And these days, since you can be who-ever-IN-THE-HELL-you-damn-well-please to be, I say there is no room on earth for any man that is going to hurt another man for no fucking reason. 

Save a life. Speak up AND SPEAK OUT. With me. 

#finditYOURway #Round2 #speakupspeakout #Domestic Violence

[messers-moony]

Babies | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Wife!Reader

Summary: James really doesn’t want his babies to leave.

“Leia! Harry! Come on!”

Two heavy steps of footsteps thundered down the steps and leaving a set of twins in front of their mother. Their beautiful crooked smiles and gleaming bright eyes. They were so perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, hearts of gold, the both of them. 

Y/n knelt to their level, cupping Leia’s cheeks, “Merlin, you both look like your father.”

“You say that all the time.” They groaned, and she just smiled, “Because I love you and your father very much.”

Harry looked crestfallen, “Where is dad?”

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

“But he’s gonna miss on going on the train!”

Y/n smiled gently and pushed his hair away from his forehead, “James wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Now, what house do you think you’ll be in?”

Leia smiled, “Hufflepuff!”

“And you, Harry?”

“I dunno.” Harry looked down at his feet, “I don’t wanna be in Slytherin, though.”

“Why, honey?” Y/n asked looking at her nervous son. 

“Dad always says they’re evil.” 

She scoffed and cupped his cheeks, “You, my love, are not evil even if you get in Slytherin, and they aren’t evil. Your father is an idiot.”

Both children chuckled, “He really is. Every house is amazing in its own way. Slytherins are ambitious and resourceful. Those are two beneficial skills. Gryffindors have chivalry and are super courageous. Hufflepuff’s are loyal and patient. Ravenclaws are creative and imaginative.” 

“You two are my children no matter what, okay? Even if you get in Slytherin.”

Leia and Harry hugged her tightly. It hurt that Harry felt prejudiced towards the Slytherin house just because of James’ history with them. In a way, she hoped that one of them did get into Slytherin. Slytherins were clever and witty. Y/n didn’t want to let her children go though, all she wanted to do was snuggle them like newborns again. 

Harry and Leia both had their things packed as they made their way to King’s Cross for their first year at Hogwarts. When they had gotten to the platform, James still hadn’t shown up, and it was dampening the kids’ moods. Especially Harry, who was definitely a daddy’s boy. It was just nearing eleven when an out of breath, James arrived with flowers in his hand and a gorgeous white owl. 

“I’m- I’m sorry I’m late.” He huffed, “But I had to get you these things for you.”

James smiled sheepishly, handing the flowers to Leia and the owl to Harry, “I'm sorry I got here a little late.”

Leia smiled and hugged him tightly, Harry doing the same. James had tears in his eyes. He really didn’t want to let them go. It seemed like just yesterday that Harry was crying in his crib because he wanted to be held, and Y/n was too tired to leave bed to take care of him. 

The wails were deafening. They were only a month old, but they were such a handful. It was late at night, and Y/n had finally fallen asleep after taking care of Leia. James struggled to stay awake, but he had to do it. Y/n was constantly tossing and turning, trying to ignore it, hoping that James would take care of it. 

Gently James kissed her forehead, “Get some sleep, love. I’ll take care of him.”

“Thank you.” It was murmured and barely heard, but he smiled gently. 

James turned over and placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He moved the comforter off him before leaving the room quietly. Inside the nursery, Harry was wailing loudly, and it made James’ head pound. Regardless, James picked Harry up, placing his head on his shoulder. He sat on the rocking chair in the nursery, holding his son close to him. 

“You’re okay, bud.” James cooed, “C’mom, it’s okay. You have to be quiet for momma. She’s trying so hard to sleep, ya know?”

“Momma loves you, baby, but she also needs sleep. She spends all her time with you little rascals because I’m at work.” Harry’s cries calmed slightly by hearing James’ voice, “I love you, you know? You’re gonna end up just like me, I can tell already. You’re our little trouble maker, aren’t you?”

He smiled, “Yeah? You gonna find yourself a Padfoot and a Moony to fool around with? Make dad proud?”

James nuzzled his nose with Harry’s, “I love you, baby. Love you so much.”

Harry was finally quiet after calming from his father's voice. James held Harry securely as they both ended up falling asleep together. Leia was always calm and slept through most nights, but Harry always had difficulty. Y/n could remember seeing them together the following day, knowing she’d have two idiots to look after.

“Bye Harry! Bye Leia! We love you!”

“We love you too, mum and dad!”

James had tears streaking his cheeks, silver trails along the flushed skin as the train departed. Y/n smiled and kissed his cheek. She stood in front of him, wiping away the ghost trails of tears. James smiled sweetly at her. 

“You think he’ll cause mischief like me?”

Y/n snorted, “I know he will.”

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