#yes i know you have no respect for the way my dad's family speaks but also consider this: shut the fuck up

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Ruby: Hey, Jaune, I know we've met your sister's and all, but what about Extended Family?

Jaune: Well, About that ...

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Jaune: Hi Aunt Cynthia! It's been a while hasn't it!

(Champion) Cynthia: Indeed it has Jaune. Your sister's keeping you busy?

Jaune: Don't you know it. How's being Champion?

Cynthia: Tiring some days, detracts from my time to search ruins and hunt for relics and myths- Though i wouldn't change it for the world.

Cynthia: You've got a lot stronger at Beacon, huh? Let's test your skills in battle!

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Darkness: You really must grow a spine cousin! You're the only Man in your Family, and you should act like it!

Jaune: I- I know Darkness ...

Darkness: Hold yourself High, Speak Clearly and With confidence and Teach those Girl where they Belong, Beneath Your Heel!

Jaune: Well, They're my friends-

Darkness: Grinding it down in the back of their heads, Pushing Their Faces into the D-Dirt!

Darkness: Making them clean it with their tongues, perfectly subservient to your whims or else they'll be punished~

Jaune: ... Darkness?

Darkness: *Holding herself, Shivering* And Gods that Strength~ Leaving Marks, throwing them around as Ragdolls~ Hmm~ The P-perfect Man~ To use them at your Leisure~

Jaune: ... This is why I don't talk to you about leading people.

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Jaune: And Pyrrha's nice and helpful, teaching me how to fight.

Link: *Pouring Honey over Salmon*

Jaune: She reminds of your old friend Mipha in a way ... Kind, powerful, but too shy for her own good.

Link: *Pauses at Mipha's name, resumes*

Jaune: People think there's mutual respect, when really She's too scared to not be Pyrrha Nikos, Four Time Regional Champion and Argus's Sweetheart, and call them out on their BS. She's tired of the Fame. I just hope I can be the person she's not scared of being herself around.

Link: *Puts Fish in Oven, Turns to Jaune, Signing* I wish I could help you be that ... It's really a matter of time, and proving your reliability and the respect you have for her. Lords know that's what it took for Zelda to see me as her Anchor, not her Leash. Something to rely on in a storm, not fight against.

Link: After all, the most important thing we can give another is our Time. Don't squander yours.

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Jaune: Aunt Sam-

Samus Aran: No you can't take apart my ship.

Jaune: I'm Jaune, Not Claire.

Samus: Right, I get all you confused.

Jaune: You seem stressed.

Samus: I'm always Stressed.

Jaune: More Stressed. You're Molting.

Samus: *Pulling loose feathers out* Yes, and it's stressing me out, Now if you don't know how to help me fix my armor, Shoo.

Jaune: *Hugs her* Take a breath Aunt Sammy.

Samus: *Shaking*

Samus: *Sinks to the Floor, Crying* I- I miss them.

Jaune: I know. I know.

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Jaune: I just washed the walls and ceiling, could you please not walk on them?

Gwen Stacy: I dunno ... It's pretty Fun!

Jaune: Gwen, Please.

Gwen: Fine. *She Falls to the floor, landing in three point*

Jaune: Why do you do that everytime you're over.

Gwen: To get a rise out of you. *She slings a chair beneath her* It's pretty fun.

Jaune: *Sigh* Why am I always the target- Go mess with, what's his name? Kilometer? Whatever your boyfriends Name- HMM!

Gwen: *Webbing jaune's mouth, Blushing* he's not- We're not- Shut UP!

Jaune: *Smug, Mouth still covered in Web*

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Jaune: ... And that's not even a sixth of them.

Ruby: ... That's all on your mom's side?

Jaune: Yeah, I only got Uncle on My Dad's side.

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Mama Arc: HELLMOND BIORACY ANGEL! YOU ARE MY BROTHER IN LAW, AND YOU WILL TEACH MY SON ON HOW TO GET ME GRANDBABIES!

The Helltaker: *Scared for his life* Yes Ma'am!

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #the arc family #the extended arc family #crossover #rwby shitpost

[beiasluv]

heyyy so i was thinking what would happen if neteyam went to jake for advice on how to ask the reader out, i just thought it'll be a cute moment :) you don't have to write it if u don't want to, completely up to u 💓

have a lovely day gorgeous 🫶

a father’s advice? neteyam x reader

a/n: that’s actually so cute / ye grammar mistake cuz I’m too potato / hope you enjoy, gorgeous gorgeous girl 🤍

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saying who’s got the most rizz in the family is hard, their blood is strong. but one thing neteyam can’t deny, is that his father is the original rizz

how did he managed to pulled off neytiri? he don’t fucking know. the daughter of the chief while he is a ‘dreamwalker’ to them? he got them rizz

neteyam, being the golden child he is, is determined to follow his father’s footsteps.

and who else could he ask advice from? lo’ak? nope, that boy would never miss a chance to make fun of him, if he would go for his assistant. plus, he got rizzed up by tsireya, he down real bad.

kiri? nah, she has her own world and neteyam respects that. letting her be her free-spirited self would be the best option.

spider 👁️👁️ what does that boy know? does he even have a girlfriend? *ahem* i guess we’ll never know. he got the lowest rizz game in the family, with all due respect from neteyam.

tukkk, SHE IS A MINOR AND A CHILD.

neytiri? i guess? bet she would be more of a pain in the ahh if he would go to her for advice. being a mom she is, she would definitely judge neteyam’s crush and all of his dream would crash down. no, we don’t want that.

jake, it is.

but how? how to make it the least awkward to approach his dad about stuff like this?

he tried to give his dad signals and signs everyday but he doesn’t seem to pick them up. he even started to doubt if his dad is the real player, cuz them boy is clueless😭

“dad?”

“yes?” jake replied with his back facing neteyam.

“how do you er…like send a sign?”

“neteyam, i thought we went over this already,” he sighed. “press your collar when speaking, and say ‘over’ when you are done talking”

“oh!” he scratched his neck. “okay, sorry, dad.”

neteyam was hopeless 😭 but to get a girl, he can’t just give up easily

he tried again, now, with a little help from his sister

“dad,” he walked quietly into the marui where his dad is resting.

“what?” he grumbled.

“erm…last time…when…” his words fumbled around each other, while kiri came into the marui.

“when what? get to the point,” he shifted the blanket off his chest and sat up.

“dad, he is asking you how to ask a girl out,” she said nonchalantly as she looked through the drawer. “you’re welcome, bro,” with a swift of her tail, she was out the door.

“oh, well,” jake chuckled loudly. “have i heard correctly?”

“well, yea..yes.”

“c’mere, son,” he patted the mattress. “let me show you.”

jake would be so proud. he would laugh uncontrollably for like 10 minutes cause neteyam got him worried there.

but his son ask, he will reveal

“now, welcome to “the way of rizz 101” class with jake sully,” he joking said. “there are many ways to ask a girl out, alright, but there is a main pattern you must look out for.”

“number 1: set the mood. it is the most important, alright?” he ruffled neteyam’s locks. “you could never go wrong with setting the mood, look for spots, lighting, and the feels.” “guess where we got down, the tree of souls, yeah, magic, am i righ-“

“ew dad, please.”

“okay, listen to the experts, son,” he laughed. “number 2: make it personal, PER-SO-NAL”

“yes, i understand, I’m not dumb”

“no, son, it’s really important. don’t reuse your letters, never get her the same gift. DO NOT never ever use the same pick up line. AND definitely do not use the same pattern for every girl.” (amen to deja-vu from olivia rodrigo, guys)

“number 3: be yourself,” he patted his son back. “don’t be afraid, if she doesn’t accept your offer, don’t let it consume you.”

“how can i do that?” he retorted.

“what is she like?”

“she is the only girl i have ever laid my eyes on and they were stuck! can’t imagine even just one other girl that i have felt the same feelings i am feeling right now.”

“that’s the spirit, atta boy,” he chuckled. “then, i pray for eywa that this is the way.” “eywa will show you the way if she is the one for you,” he smiled softly.

“and a honorable mention, do not ever make a girl cry over your stupid mistakes, alright?”

“how would i know?”

“you would feel it, respect her, respect her as a goddess, hell yeah, adore her, like eywa,” he added. “she is gentle but deadly, the spirit of life. always ask for consent, always. when you are mated for life, you both become equal.”

“let her guide you, and let you guide her,” he held his palms together as one. “now, how to rizz a girl up is not useful without your effort,” he patted his son’s head and pushed him up.

“go get the girl, atta boy!”

today is a great day to go touch grass 😳 i mean- take care of yourself 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #neteyam x reader #avatar x reader #imagines #neteyam imagine #jake sully imagine #jake sully #neteyam

[avatar-anna]

Building a Home

part two to failure

Young dad!Harry x Young mom!Reader universe

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"Can I get you anything?"

"No. No, I'm okay, thanks."

"Oh. Well, there's a, uh, there's a jacuzzi outside if you want to go in now. Or later, obviously. But it might be fun to—to relax or something."

"I think I just want to lie down for a bit."

"Right. Of course. I might go to the store, then. Buy a couple things for the week."

"Okay."

Harry didn't know what to say. He'd never been at a loss for words around Y/n. For so many years, they'd been best friends as well as parents and husband and wife. They told each other everything, and now they could barely have a conversation.

As a way to rekindle things, Harry's mother offered to watch the kids while he and Y/n went on a little trip. Harry was unsure at first, not wanting to be away from his kids after returning home, but he was also willing to do anything if it meant that they could break past speaking more than a few words to each other, so he settled for a cabin that was close enough to drive home in case of emergency.

Y/n had been civil to Harry since he came home. She smiled when he played with Simone and Collette and sat next to him at the dinner table, but once everyone was settled for bed, a wall went up around her, and while they still got in the same bed at the end of the night, the distance between them was palpable. Harry understood why, and he respected Y/n enough to grant her her space, but he missed her so much his chest ached. He just wanted to hold her hand, to see that smile directed at him.

The drive up to the cabin was painfully quiet, but he just kept reminding himself that Y/n came. That had to mean she wanted this to work.

He held onto that tiny scrap of hope as he perused the aisles of the general store, as he checked out, and as he returned to the cabin and made dinner for the two of them.

Y/n eventually came out of the bedroom and quietly began helping Harry with dinner, not a word leaving her lips. He desperately wanted to say something to try and break the ice, but nothing came to mind.

After dinner, Harry and Y/n got ready for bed in silence. They stood beside each other as they brushed their teeth, Harry glancing to his left every couple seconds, hoping this stalemate would be broken somehow. But as they got into bed once again without a single word shared, he wondered if they should've just stayed home.

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"I, uh, I spoke to the owner of the cabin this morning," Harry said.

Y/n looked over at him from where she was reading on the couch. "Oh? Why?"

Harry scratched the stubble on his cheeks. "I asked if we'd have to pay full price if we decided to leave early. He said yes, but that's fine."

Frowning, Y/n set her book down and said, "Why would we leave early?"

"Because we've been here for nearly three days and we've hardly spoken to each other, Y/n. We could easily do that at home."

"So that's it? You're just going to give up after a few days of the cold shoulder?"

"Y/n, I am willing to do anything to make things right, to prove to you that I want to be a part of this family, but you won't let me!" he said. "And I know that you're angry and you're hurt, and you have every right to be, I know that, but I can't begin to right my wrongs if you don't talk to me."

He walked to where she was sitting on the couch and rested his hands over hers. Y/n was crying, but she wouldn't look at him.

"You left us," she said. "When you were faced with the truth, you left. Instead of staying and being what we needed, what I needed, you left us! You—You left me.” Her voice broke on the last word, like despite all they went through, she never expected him to let her down like that. “And I—I have hated you for it ever since you left.”

Harry bowed his head. He knew deep down that Y/n resented him, but to hear it was an entirely different thing. "You told me to go."

"I wanted you to fight for this family! For me! But you took the easy way out, and now I don't know how to talk to you. I don't know how to exist around you!"

She stood up from the couch and walked toward the stairs that led to their bedroom. "So no, Harry, I'm not talking to you, because I'm scared I'll say anything that'll ruin things for good."

Harry let her go, sitting down on the floor with his back against the couch. His own tears fell freely now that she was gone. Any hope he had crumbled into dust.

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Alone in their room, Y/n let herself cry.

Harry was trying, he really was, but he just didn't get it. After touring for nearly an entire year, he just left again. She knew she told him they should take a break, but she'd hoped he would stay and try to mend things. If not for her sake, then for the four children they had together. But instead he just...gave up.

Anne came around a lot, and had become the go-between for Y/n and Harry. She was the one who set up video chats for Simone, Collette, and the twins, she told Harry about how things were back home, and she was the one Y/n confided in when she felt overwhelmed by anger and sadness.

And boy was Y/n angry. It was easier to be angry than to sit around and cry, which she had no time for as it was. Now she was having a hard time letting go of her anger. Harry was home now, and he was putting in every stitch of effort with the girls and Julian. He got the girls ready for school, he changed every diaper, he made dinner, he cleaned up around the house. He was exactly the man Y/n had been hoping for months ago. Why couldn't he have been that man before?

In the cabin's bedroom, Y/n rummaged through Harry's things for the sweater she knew he brought just for her. It had been one of her favorites to wear around the house, before he left and while he was gone, but she would never admit that to him. It was at the bottom of his bag, though when Y/n plucked it out, she saw something left there. A scrap of paper.

Without really thinking about it, Y/n took it.

It was a folded piece of paper, worn, like Harry took it everywhere. She hesitated for a moment, then unfolded it, curious to know what was written on the inside.

It was song lyrics, a song Y/n had never heard before. Her eyes scanned over it briefly, recognizing Harry's handwriting and all the little scribbles where he took a misstep while writing the song and arrangements for music were scribbled on the sides. She looked at everything but the lyrics themselves, scared to know what Harry had written while he was gone. But curiosity finally won out, and Y/n glanced at the words Harry had been carrying with him for months.

"I'm in my bed, and you're not here. And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hand. Forget what I said, it's not what I meant. And I can't take it back I can't unpack the baggage you left."

Y/n mulled over each word carefully, trying to enter Harry's headspace as he wrote this song. She wondered how long they had been separated before he wrote this. Was it when he had just left or had weeks or months gone by? She wasn't sure, but by just the first few lines she could almost physically feel this pain.

She kept reading. Over and over again she read each word until she had them memorized, until they were carved into her heart. Of course Y/n knew that the separation wouldn't have been easy for Harry. Despite his schedule, she knew he adored each and every one of his kids; she knew he loved her. But to see with her own eyes how absolutely wrecked he was by his own failings hurt. This was never meant to be how their lives turned out. They were always supposed to lean on each other and survive as a family because they loved each other and wanted this life, but somewhere along the way, that got lost.

And Y/n could feel the regret of losing sight of what mattered most in the song. She could tell how much he blamed himself for everything that happened.

"And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again."

They hadn't spoken much since he came home. Not of how they felt while they were apart, nor of how they planned to move forward. But Anne had once mentioned that Harry felt as though Y/n and the family would be better off without him. Y/n was still so angry at him for leaving that she didn't think much of it. But now, sitting alone in a room with Harry in the same house but still as far away from her as he'd ever been, she understood. He was wrong, of course, Y/n would always need him, would always want him around, but she understood that one's biggest fears could cloud judgment.

Harry had messed up a lot, but he'd also been right downstairs. If Y/n was done, there was no use moving around each other awkwardly day after day. She owed it to herself and to Harry to make a decision, even if it did hurt them.

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Y/n found Harry sleeping on the couch, his legs hanging over one of the arms. He was still in his day clothes, clearly not wanting to enter the bedroom if she was there. Her heart sunk at the sight of tear tracks on his cheeks, knowing she was the one that caused them.

She wanted to make room for herself next to him, curl up into his chest and have a good night's sleep for the first time since he'd left months ago. She wanted to kiss him, run her hands through his hair, hold him close, but something inside of her held her back.

Their relationship was a mess that Y/n didn't know how to clean up. She didn't know where to start, didn't know if she could believe him when he said that things could be different. But she reminded herself that she came with him on this trip because she owed it to herself to try. Despite everything, Y/n loved him, would forgive him the second he got down on his knees and begged, which was why she'd been putting so much distance between him and herself.

But it had gone on long enough. They needed to talk this through. They needed to get everything out and see where they landed by the end of it.

Cautiously, Y/n went over to Harry and gently nudged his shoulder. He woke up in an instant, startled by her sudden appearance. "What is it? What's wrong?" he said, voice slightly slurred from sleeping.

"Nothing. I just...I just don't want you to think that I hate you," she said, unable to meet his gaze. She'd been avoiding holding eye contact for weeks, not strong enough to see everything he felt in them.

Harry sat up and offered her a spot on the couch, and Y/n took up a place on the opposite end. Outside of sleeping in the same bed, it was the closest they had been to each other in months outside of a hug when he first came home.

"I wouldn't blame you if you did," he said quietly.

She hated that he believed it, hated that she'd let him believe it. "I was furious, and I'm still a little angry, but I don't think I could ever truly hate you, Harry."

"I'm sorry," he said. Y/n could tell that he wanted to come closer, but he stayed exactly where he was, nervously fiddling with the rings on his fingers. She still couldn't meet his gaze, so she focused on his hands, finding it easier to look there while they had this conversation. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. If I could go back and change...everything I would. You were right to be angry with how I've handled my career on my own, and you have every right to be short with me. There's no excuse for how things played out, or how I dealt with you confronting me about it. I got scared and insecure and I let myself believe you deserved someone better than me, when all you needed was for me to be a partner. That's all you've ever asked of me, and you were right to say that I'd failed. And...And I'm sorry."

Would she have forgiven him all those months ago if Harry had said that at the time? Y/n wasn't sure. But the Harry sitting across from her seemed to truly understand where she was coming from, and he was owning up to his mistakes. If she didn't extend an olive branch now, there would be no coming back from that.

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For the first time in months, Y/n met Harry's gaze. Her eyes looked blank, though Harry knew it was only because she was heavily guarded. He apologized and would continue to apologize for the rest of their lives, but she had to let him back into it first. And he honestly wasn't sure if she would.

With a blink, Y/n surprised him by saying, "I found this."

She reached across the space between them on the couch to hand him a folded-up piece of paper. He didn't have to open it to know what it was.

Harry wrote the song at one of his lowest points during their separation. A month had gone by, and he still hadn't heard from Y/n. He FaceTimed with Simone, Collette, and the twins almost every day, but Y/n didn't send him so much as an email. After a month, Harry realized that this separation was truly indefinite, and that there was a real possibility things wouldn't be fixed by the end of it. For the first four weeks, Harry hoped that he could come home and work things out, but when a month had passed, reality kicked in.

He'd written the song at a time when he'd felt truly hopeless, when every mistake he'd ever made as a father and a husband gnawed at him. He was facing the reality that he might lose the family he loved more than words could describe, and the thought alone destroyed him.

Seeing the paper now brought back those memories, and now he had a hard time meeting Y/n's eyes. "I must've left it in my bag after I came home."

"I read it," Y/n said. "I hope you don't mind."

Harry figured as much, seeing as she was talking to him at all. The thought of her reading his song made his stomach twist, but at least she was talking to him. "No i—it's fine.”

"It's really good," she said, worrying the paper between her fingers. "I—I know the separation was hard on you, and I haven't made it any easier. I'm—"

"Please don't apologize," he said, reaching over to touch her hand. "None of this is your fault."

"But I—I never wanted you to feel this way. I never—Harry, how did we get here?"

Harry felt like his heart was breaking all over again. He in no way wanted Y/n to take responsibility for everything that went wrong between them. He never in his wildest dreams thought that they would've ended up like this. He loved Y/n with everything he had. He loved his family. All he wanted was to make things right, to be the father and husband they deserved and could be proud of.

"Come here."

For the first time in months, Y/n collapsed into Harry's arms. Breathing the biggest sigh of relief, he held her tight. He wasn't sure how many times they found themselves in this position, so often he'd taken it for granted. Y/n was crying, Harry was crying, but he'd never felt more at peace. He felt like he'd finally come home, even though he'd already been back for a couple weeks. Holding Y/n felt like coming home.

"I don't want to be away from you anymore, Harry. I hate it," she cried. "We're a team, H."

They'd always been a team. No matter what happened, it would be them against the world. Somewhere along the way, Harry seemed to lose sight of that.

"I know. I'm sorry. We can be a team again, I promise."

He didn't need Y/n to voice her wariness for him to know she didn't quite believe him. He knew he would have to win back her trust, but he was committed. Harry didn't care how long it took, his family was the only thing that mattered to him.

"No more music, no more touring. None of it means a fraction of what you and those four angels at home mean to me," he said, tilting her chin up so she could look at him. "I swear, Y/n, I won't step onstage again."

Y/n took Harry by surprise and kissed his cheek. "I just want there to be a balance, Harry. That's all I've ever wanted. I don't need you to give up your career, I just need reassurance that we're always going to come first."

"Done."

Harry knew it would take a lot more than just saying things to make Y/n believe them, but it was enough for now, enough to make it through these uncharted waters.

Y/n tipped her nose against Harry's, then again. His stomach swelled with anticipation as he nudged her back, exhaling some when she finally rested her lips on his.

It was barely a kiss, but to Harry, it was everything. He knew how much Y/n was going out on a limb by letting him in, by giving him a second chance, and he didn't take that lightly. She was the first girl he'd ever loved, and he'd be damned if she wasn't the last.

Y/n eventually fell asleep against his chest, her hands latched tightly onto his t-shirt as her deev breaths kept time with his. Harry stayed up, his hand running through her hair gently. Their legs were tangled together, and Y/n's cheek was squished against him in a way that made her lips puff out adorably. He could've spent the rest of the week just like this, not moving a single muscle, but he had a feeling they'd be going home early after all.

Nothing was near fixed. They had so much to figure out, Harry wasn't quite sure where to start. But he was holding the love of his life in his arms. Harry's life was starting to get back on track, and he felt a little kernel of hope blossom inside him as his eyes grew heavy. As he kissed the top of Y/n's head, he couldn't help but think that they might be alright.

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[marymary-diva17]

Realization

Jake x avatar reader x neytiri

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The love that was shared between three souls will never be broken, but what happens when two of the sounds finally see that haven't been there for the other soul. That what had been happening in the last couple years was destroyer the relationship that once held dear, for the other person they love and cherish and if they keep this up they will lose them forever. That had become a big realization to know you will lose someone you have love so deeply, and might not ever have a special bond and relationship with them every again if everything comes crashing down.

y/n " breakfast is everyone" soon the family had come when you called them for breakfast all the children had soon sat down, when Jake had sat near you he saw you and move a away from him. Even neytiri had seen it as well when she tried to touch you it will result in you, moving a bit away from her as well.

Jake " breakfast is delicious honey"

y/n " umm thank you" it seems like the kids were shocked when Jake had called you honey, they were looking at him with shocked expression that got his attention.

neytiri " yes it wonderful ma y/n thank you for making the morning meal for us" The kids looked at neytiri shocked soon as well both Jake and neytiri were very confused, on why their kids were giving them these looks.

y/n " you are both welcome I thought it will be good for me to helpful towards the family" The family soon parted ways as everyone had gone to their own things.

Jake " you noticed it as well did you"

neytiri " it was not that hard to not pay attention to what had happened, even the kids were acting off as well"

Jake " yes maybe we should speak with them and see what the matter" the coupe had nodded their heads and soon went to find their kids, it seems like they were lucky as they came across their three other kids expect lo'ak.

Jake " kids may we speak with you"

neteyam " yes sir"

Jake " we want to know if everything okay with you mom she seems a bit off this morning" the two older children looked at each other as it seems like they, are having a silent fight with each other.

Jake " what going on here"

neteyam " why are you asking this question dad"

Jake " well because we noticed this morning your mother had pulled awya from our affection and you all loved weird when, we called her honey or ma y/n"

kiri " well it becomes dad it been many years since you called mama that"

Jake " no it hasn't"

kiri " yes it has"

neteyam " with all respect sir either one of you have been that close to her for a very long time" neteyam has give his father and mother a serious look he had respect for them, but hr had held more respect towards you.

Jake " what do you mean by that young man"

neteyam " you three were once so close as mates hey I wanted to have the same relationships as you all when I got older, but now looking where you all are I fear becoming like that not loving my mate anymore or being there for them"

Jake " we are there for your mom"

kiri " make that past tense you were there for mom not anymore she always alone, and she still love you two even after all the ways you both been treating her"

neytiri " we were busy we didn't have enough time"

kiri " you always made time for each other and never her it was always you two and never her, that hurt her mom and dad and you can't see that" Jake and neytiri were starting to see the errors of their ways slowly.

kiri " hey tuk why don't you go play and make a sand castle we will join your later"

tuk " okay can we collect some shells I want to make mommy a new necklace her old one is breaking"

neteyam " sure baby"

tuk " yeah I'm going to find the most beauty shells for mommy and lo'ak as well" tuk soon ran off with a bright smile on her face she was now looking for a shell. Once she was out of her shot kiri and neteyam soon looked at their parents.

kiri " you are going to lose mom"

Jake " what do you mean we are going to lose your mom she loves us"

kiri " yes she loves you two but how much will that love stay as you keep on this route of being mean to her"

neytiri " what do you mean leave us"

neteyam " her living the home and making her own she will keep distance from there and be civil"

Jake " she never told us this"

kiri " she doesn't have to say it dad it easy to see it become like that and when it comes to who going with her lo'ak will leave right away"

Jake " no lo'ak wont"

neteyam " it seems like you don't know your wife or son you have failed both of them over and over again"

kiri " if you want to keep this family tougher the both of you need to take responsibility for you actions, and change if you wish to keep her and lo'ak because if they leave I'm going with them" kiri soon turned around and walked away to join her sister.

neteyam " we are not picking sides not if you two don't change you will lose everyone, even grandmother thinks so as well" neteyam soon walked away as well. Jake and neytiri stood there watching the kids soon see you and lo'ak come home and race towards you happy.

neytiri " we are going to lose her my Jake we are going to lose lo'ak ... we are going to lose everyone"

Jake " no we are not going to lose here we need to make up for what we had done, and just maybe we will be given a second chance or reconcile with her but we can't lose her" Jake and neytiri were going to join you and the kids but they need to seek advice from some others, they need to see if they really have failed as mates and parents. later that night they wouldn't be happy about what they had been told, they completely had failed in many ways for their family leaving you to carry all the weight without any help. Now they were going to do anything that was need to make up for their mistakes as they wish not to lose you or the kids as you and the kids were their whole world. they didnt want that whole world coming crumbling down on them.

#avatar 2 #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #sully family x reader #neytiri #avatar #atwow #jake x reader #neytiri x reader #neytiri x y/n #loak x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite #sully kids #sully family #sully family x y/n #jake x reader x neytiri #jake x neytiri #jake x y/n #jake x you #neytiri x you #neytiri x jake

[neverinadream]

I P I C T U R E M Y F U T U R E W I T H Y O U

Summary: Your first trip to Jupiter has you and Christian discussing a future you could enjoy together.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes & Yes

Song Inspo: Share Your Address - Ben Platt

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, fluff, boyfriend!christian, archaeologists!reader (self indulgent because HISTORY), dom!christian, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl...), praise kink, degradation kink, public sex, boat sex (???), hair pulling, slight choking, teasing, begging, thigh riding, oral (female receiving), fingering, checking in, aftercare, talks of marriage, talks of the future, the reader comes from a big family (that's my own self indulgent right there, sorry), not proofread

Notes: so this essentially could act as like a prequel of sorts to my dad!christian piece (which can be found here). also, the smut was going to be a lot longer but unfortunately i could get it to flow right, so i ultimately gave up on adding more. feedback is always appreciated, like please it let's me know if i'm doing it right. the end is clunky, i know, you don't have to tell me. anyway, enjoy!!

With one hand left on the wheel, the other creeps around your waist, his fingers hooking around a belt loop to pull you close. A giggle pushes past your lips as you shake your head. "Two hands on the wheel, perhaps?" You suggest, feeling his hand slip inside the back pocket of your denim shorts.

He casts his eyes in your direction, the ghost of a grin printed on his lips and a playful glint in his eyes. "My hands are right where they need to be," he replies, chuckling as he catches you rolling your eyes. You mumble something under your breath about him being cheesy, but he doesn't quite catch it. He's too distracted by his wandering eyes.

"Eh, eyes front and centre, buddy," you jab your finger softly into his side, causing a low 'oof' sound to fall off his lips. He had been taking not-so-subtle glances at your chest since you had changed into the bikini. It was a new piece purposely purchased for your first time staying at his place in Jupiter, so seeing you for the first time in this new cobalt blue set was driving him crazy. He wanted his hands on every single part of you. "I don't want my first time on a boat to end with us capsizing because you've got the hormones of a teenage boy who has just discovered the ancient art of wanking," you joke, shaking your head.

"Oh, I love it when you speak dirty to me," he counters, chuckling once more as you give him a not-so-amused stare.

He sighs happily. This was all he had wanted since the start of your relationship a little over a year ago. You and him, together, in a place that made him happy. He wanted to bring you to Jupiter on his last summer break, but you were hesitant about meeting his parents and the rest of his family so early into your relationship. Amd he respected that. But now his family loved you; you were close with his sister, his brother asked more questions about what you were up to than he cared to ask about Christian, and his parents regarded you as one of the family. He almost didn't like how well you got on with his dad, mainly because he was the target of many, many jokes.

"What's today's 'Fact of the Day'?" Christian asks, pulling you even closer to his side.

"Let's see," you hum, leaning your head against him. 'Fact of the Day' was something Christian had come up with. It was a way for him to learn something new and exciting daily. "Christopher Columbus probably wasn't at fault for introducing syphilis to Europe," you tell him, peering up to see him looking a little bewildered, "you know, the guy who supposedly first discovered the Americas."

"What do you mean supposedly?" He quickly asks, frowning as he quickly glances down at you. "I thought he was the guy who discovered the New World?"

"Well, technically, it is now believed that Vikings had landed on American shores long before Columbus ever did," you explain to him, placing a chaste kiss against the side of his chest, "but back to syphilis, so shortly after 1493, when Columbus and his crew sailed back to Spain, there was an epidemic all across Europe, with many historians and archaeologists buying into the Columbian theory, that Columbus and his crew were to blame for this outbreak. And the evidence for this theory comes from the bone lesions believed to be a result of Treponemal diseases like syphilis found on the skeletons of Native Americans who had died before Columbus's arrival."

Christian tried to follow along as best as he could. He learnt quickly that you tended to get excited talking about all things historical, often speaking at a pace that was sometimes hard to keep up with. One minute you could be rambling about one topic, and whilst he was just getting to grips with that first topic, you could've already moved onto a second topic.

"But they weren't to blame?" He asks, aiding you to stay on topic.

"No," he light-heartedly chuckles as you shake your head enthusiastically, "well, not necessarily. More recent studies on skeletal remains, some that are as early as the 14th Century - so before Columbus - have similar lesions on them, which suggests that there were already strains of syphilis in Europe."

"That's it?" He asks, quickly glancing at you, "that's my 'Fact of the Day'?"

"Yep," you pop the p, "that's your 'Fact of the Day'."

He leans over to you and presses a kiss on your cheek. "You look fucking gorgeous, by the way," he whispers into your ear, slipping his hand out of your pocket to cheekily squeeze your bum. You jump a little, gasping as you do. There must have been something in the air because you had never known him to be so handsy. And you were more than well aware that you weren't far enough away for his neighbours not to see. "I always love seeing you in blue," he continues, all movements of the boat ceasing as he takes his hand off the wheel.

"Christian," you warn, checking over your shoulders, but clearly he doesn't seem to mind displaying his affection for anyone to see.

His hands rest on your bum, gripping your cheeks as he pulls you against him. His mouth has found its way onto your neck, kissing you gently and creating a line of small doses of affection from the top of your neck down to where it meets your shoulders. Pulling away, his face hovers in front of yours, his lips within touching distance of yours, just begging to be kissed. A smirk tugs on his lips when he catches you taking glances at his lips, but he leans forward, omitting the teasing for now, and kisses you.

You pull away, whimpering as he latches his lips back against your neck. He was rougher this time, nipping and sucking at your neck and soothing the sting with his tongue. "Chris, people can see us," you give him a second warning as you feel one of his hands slipping between your shorts and your bikini bottoms.

"And?" He mumbles, kissing along your shoulder.

"Christian!" You gasp, not hiding the giggle that rumbled in your throat. This wasn't like Christian at all. "What has gotten into you today?"

"You weren't complaining about it this morning-"

"And this morning, we weren't at the risk of being reported for public indecency," you interrupt him, wiggling in his grasp as you feel his fingers tugging on the string of your bikini, "or probably something worse."

He whines, scrunching his nose up as he hides his face in your shoulder. "It's this bikini, baby," he mumbles, wrapping the end of the string around his finger, "it's driving me crazy." You bite your bottom lip, suppressing another whimper as he leaves another hickey on the base of your neck. You would have a lot to do a lot of work tomorrow to hide these from his parents. "I just want to take it off," he begs, pulling away to look at you, "please, baby?"

"If you think the top looks great, wait til you see the bottoms," you tease him, wrapping your arms around him, "they're so tiny."

"C'mon," he groans, "don't tease me like that."

"Take us somewhere more private, and maybe I'll let you take a peek." You giggle as the excitement lights up his eyes. He was like a kid on Christmas morning, giddy and ready to unwrap his presents. You being his present, that is. "What are you waiting for?" You raise your eyebrow. "This boat isn't going to move itself."

His fingers played with the cobalt blue strings of your bikini bottoms, wrapping and unwrapping the ends of the bows around his fingers, as he listened to you talk about the current book you were reading. It was a piece on the most impactful archaeological discoveries to date, which he knew you would know more about than he ever would. That's what you wanted to be - an archaeologist.

When you first met Christian, you had just graduated with a degree in Archaeology and Anthropology. You were like a breath of fresh air to him in a nightclub stuffy with people who only wanted to get close to him because of his profession. He spent most of the night getting you to talk about your degree and never once did he have to talk about football. And now, over a year later, you had a Master's and would be starting an internship in October.

And Christian couldn't be more proud of you.

"Christian?" You find him staring into space as you turn to look back at him, leaving you uncertain if he was listening to you or not. "Christian?" You repeat his name, giggling as you wave your hand in front of his face. He blinks, giving you a half-smile as his eyes catch yours. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Course I am," he replies, dipping to kiss your shoulder, "you were..." He pauses, squinting his eyes and scrunching up his nose as he tried to remember what you were rambling about. "You were talking about old fruit!" He says a little too loudly, with the tips of his ears turning pink.

"Okay, I'll give you that," you giggle, twisting back to kiss him. In essence, you had been talking about old fruit. You had been talking about the discovery of the remains of fruits, nuts, and meats found in the Colosseum. To you, it was exciting; it told you about the types of snacks attendees would've eaten.

You sigh happily, feeling his chin resting on your shoulder. "You're so smart," he affectionately says, wrapping his arm tighter around you, pulling you closer to his chest. His beard tickles as he nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing over the hickies he had left earlier. "I hope our children are as smart as you," he says, but your neck muffles his words.

"Our children?" You hear him curse under his breath like he shouldn't have said that out loud for you to hear. His arm loosens and eventually releases your waist as he pulls away from you, leaning back in the chair. "Christian?" For a brief moment, you're back on your feet, turning yourself around to face him. But he isn't looking at you. He has his eyes pointed to the ground, with his hands running idly through his hair. "Christian," you hook your fingers under his chin, "what do you mean 'our children'?"

He shakes his head, his cheeks flushing red. "Just forget I said anything."

"Forget it? Baby, that's a hard thing to forget," you tell him, sitting yourself down on his lap, your legs straddling either side of his thighs. Looping your hands around his neck, you brush your thumbs soothingly against his jaw. "You think about having kids with me?" You question him, giving him a small smile as he nods. "How many?"

"Three, just like my parents," he answers almost instantaneously, "but the opposite way around: two girls and a boy." He holds onto your hips, dragging you further up his lap until the end of your knees have hit the backrest and your chest is pressed against his. "I know we've only been together for a year, but these are the things I've been thinking about," he confesses, waiting anxiously for you to say something. Anything. "When I think of the future, I can only picture a future that has you in it."

"And what would their names be?" You ask, still inquiring about the imaginative children he had come up with inside his head.

"Whatever you wanted them to be."

Your cheeks burn with cheerful warmth as you crack a bright smile. Suddenly and all at once, you had fallen in love with him like you were falling in love with him for the first time again. Your grip on the back of his neck tightens, pulling him towards you as you leant forwards to crash your lips upon his. He kisses back, letting a hand drift away from your hips and cradle your face. The love you had for him poured its way into the kiss, leaving you both feeling light-headed and needing to take deep breaths as you pull apart.

"Do you have any idea of how much I love you?" You ask, your cheeks beginning to ache from all the smiling.

"I might do," he chuckles, tracing soft circles against your cheek.

"I'm gonna need more than three kids, though," you lean back, letting your hands drift onto his shoulders and down onto his biceps. He gives you a look that says, 'oh yeah?' "Of course," you nod your head, "I'm one of seven, remember?" Of course, he remembered. He almost didn't believe you; the thought of you having four brothers to impress and two sisters to win over frightened him. But luckily, they love him. He surprisingly fitted in with your often hetic family. "I want a house full of little ones."

"You're not joking, right?" He asks, a flicker of doubt plaguing his happiness.

"You said it yourself, Christian; I can only picture a future that has you in it," you reply, kissing both of his cheeks, "it just took for you to say it for me to see the picture clearly."

He hooks his fingers under your chin, beckoning you closer, mumbling, "come here," as he leans in to kiss you. You gave into the kiss, whimpering against him as you felt his tongue gently exploring your mouth. The two of you become glued together, melting into the other's embrace and desperately clinging to the other simultaneously. But he's the first to pull away, with a chest heavy considerably to help him catch his breath.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says breathlessly, admiring your face and body as he leans back. His arm extends to touch you, tracing his fingers gently between your breasts and down the centre of your stomach, stopping below your belly button. His touch leaves goosebumps to prickle your skin, making your eyes close as you enjoy the tingling sensation. "How did I get so lucky to find someone so beautiful on the inside and out?"

"It's that bank account of yours," you joke, winking at him, "it's just so attractive." He makes you gasp, grabbing your arse with his free hand and lightly slapping it. It was like a little warning to watch what you were saying. "Come on, you thought I was attracted to you because your eyes look like honey under the lights?" You ask, running your fingers down his chest. "Or because the sun brings out a constellation of freckles across your face? Absolutely not." You scrunch up your nose and shake your head. "Nope, that could never be it."

He chuckles, sitting up as he snakes his hand around your neck, using it to pull you closer to him. "Whatever it is," he mumbles, raking his eyes up and down your chest, "it means I get to have you." A shot of pleasure tingles down your spine as you watch him lick his lips, his eyes pulled down towards your chest once more. "All of you," he speaks in a low voice, "fuck, sweetheart, it's just begging to be taken off."

"Then what are you waiting for?" You cock your brow. "Take. It. Off."

You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and the traces of the sunscreen you had to fight to put on him this morning as you whimpered against him. He flexes his thigh and pulls you down harder against him, rubbing your throbbing clit against it, aiding you as you roll your hips. "Fuck," you curse, hearing him hiss as you tighten your grip on his biceps, leaving crescent-shaped indents on his skin.

"No, no, sweetheart," his hand wraps around your neck, pushing you away from him, "let me see that pretty face of yours." He smirks, taking in your swollen lips, the hickies on your neck and chest, and eyes darkened by desire. Seeing you like this had his mind racing and his dick twitching. "I didn't tell you to stop, though, did I?" He raises his eyebrow, tapping your hip as an incentive to start moving again. "C'mon, ride my thigh like I know you can," he encourages, aiding you as you resume your previous movements, "keep making a pretty mess on my thigh, baby."

His hand reaches around, grabbing you by your arse, squeezing at your cheeks, and setting a pace he now demands. You whimper his name, but he can barely hear it as it spills from your lips. "Louder, baby," he chuckles, releasing his hand from your neck, "let all of Florida know." His hand drops down to your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple whilst dipping his head to pay attention to the other. "Let all of Florida know just who's making you feel this good, baby," he encourages, dragging his teeth across your nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue.

Your hand fists in his hair, tugging his curls and gasping his name as he latches his lips around your nipple. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, grinning as you arch your back, trying to push as much of your chest as you possibly could. "Fuck, feels so good,' you whimper, grinding yourself faster against his thigh. It was there - your second orgasm. So close that you could almost touch it. "Close," you manage to tell him, pulling him off your chest and bringing him closer to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as his tongue pushes past your lips and moves against yours, ultimately giving up all control.

He nips at your bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug as he pulls away. "Not yet, baby," he denies you the chance to cum, shaking his head and smirking as you whine. Pressing his finger over your lips, he shushes you, stopping your attempt to defy him. "Stand for me," he instructs, shuffling to sit on the edge of the seat, fixing his shorts as he does so. "God, these really are fucking tiny, aren't they?" He finally removes the matching cobalt blue bikini bottoms, tugging forcefully on the strings and snatching them away from your body.

"I did say so," you mumble, lifting your left foot to rest on the edge of the seat.

"You did, didn't you?" He mumbles, hooking his arm under your thigh. You sigh, rolling your head back a bit as he kisses the inside of your thigh; his beard scratching against you feels nicer than it should. "Come here," he beckons you closer, hot breath hitting your core as he tightens his grip on the top of your thigh, pulling you into him. He hums when he finally tastes you, licking from your dripping entrance to your clit. "Beautiful," he looks up at you, groaning as you look back at him.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling on his curls and moaning as he pays close attention to your clit. He switched between licking it and sucking it, listening closely and smirking every time you'd pull on his hair or moan a bit louder for him. "Just...That...Fuck..." Your chest heaves as you struggle to speak. The words were on the tip of your tongue, ready to praise him, but you couldn't do it. He rendered you speechless.

"Got something to say, sweetheart?" He teases, replacing his tongue with his thumb, applying deeper pressure as he rubs your clit in circular motions. He kisses the top of your thigh and kisses both hips. Your hips were a particular favourite feature of his. He always wanted to be touching them. "What were you gonna say?" He asks, rubbing his fingers at your folds, letting you drip over them. "Tell me what you were gonna say," he bargains with you, teasing your entrance with the tips of his fingers, "and I'll let you cum."

"Or, stop me if you think this is too radical, you could just let me cum," you bite back, using your other hand to wipe yourself off his chin.

"I could, couldn't I?"

"Yes, you should."

He shrugs his shoulders, pushing his fingers inside you, chuckling at you shudder and gasp at the sudden intrusion. His tongue returns to your clit, working together with his fingers to play you like you were an instrument and wrangle the music out of you as he curls his fingers, brushing his fingers against the sweetest parts inside you. Gazing up, he finds you with your head hung back, your swollen lips parted to pant and moan his praises, with your eyes squeezed shut. He loved to watch you come undone. To witness your state as you teetered dangerously on the edge, ready to let go and jump.

"Let go for me," he encourages, dragging you back onto his lap, his fingers still pressed inside you. You straddled his lap, grinding your clit into the edge of his palm, and hiding your face in his neck. The coil in your stomach was unbearably tight. If it became any tighter, you were sure you would physically break. "That's it," he groans as you accidentally bite down on him, his neck muffling your moans as you finally come undone on top of him, "be a good girl and just let it all out. Soak these fingers again for me, just like you did for me earlier. Show me who I belong to." He peppers your shoulder with soft kisses, groaning louder against you as you squeeze around his fingers. "Fuck, you might just break them, baby girl; you're squeezing them so tightly."

You lazily cradle his neck, kissing over where you had bitten down, travelling up his neck until you meet his jaw. "Jesus," you giggle, feeling a wave of post-bliss giddiness wash over you. Your body tingled, and your legs were sore, but you craved more. "I want more," you mumble against him, kissing him as you turn his head to face you.

"More?" He raises his eyebrow. "Think you can take another finger?"

"I don't want more of your fingers," shaking your head, "I want you to fill me up, baby, make me feel nice and full."

"And I would love to give you what you wanted," he replies, retrieving his hand from between your legs and running it up the small of your back. You could sense there was a but coming. "But," he chuckles as he catches you rolling your eyes, "I don't have anything on me."

"What? No secret stash of condoms on here?" You tease, planting a quick kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Unfortunately not, princess," he shakes his head, hooking his fingers under your chin and drawing you closer to kiss him. It's slow and sweet, unlike the others you have been sharing. You had the time to savour it. He caresses your bottom lip as he pulls away, gazing at you with warmth in his eyes. "Do you want my shirt?"

"I want us to christen this boat, " you joke, dipping to kiss each of his shoulders, "but since you're so adamant about using protection, I'll guess I'll just have to wait until we get back to the house." You watch his expression change, his features softening as he realises the meaning behind your words. "Oh, there it is," you giggle, tapping the end of his nose, "figured it out yet?"

He clears his throat as his cheeks blush bright red. "But we've never...you know...before."

You rub your thumbs over his blushing cheeks, finding them to be so endearing. "What's the matter?" You tease him, already laughing before you can get your words. "Scared you'll be repeating your prom night all over again?" He leans his head away from you, his eyes slowly closing as he brings his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "What did you say it felt like again?" You continue to tease him. "Thirty seconds?"

"I'm beginning to wish I had never told you that," he chuckles and groans simultaneously.

"At least you didn't send the poor girl to A&E with a condom stuck in her vagina," you confess, still feeling weak on your feet as you stand up. His eyes snap open, giving you a look that matched the rest of his confused expression. You roll your eyes as he attempts to stifle his laughter. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Mr Thirty Seconds," you give him one last jab, leaving to search for his shirt.

"And who says I haven't already done that?" He calls after you, adjusting his shorts as he stands.

"Done what?" You call back, hearing him approach from behind.

"Christen the boat?"

You managed to swallow your laughter, but a smile still twitched on the corners of your lips. "Because I know you, Christian," you tell him, pulling his shirt over your head, letting it cover most of your upper half, before spinning around to face him. It was no secret that you were his first girlfriend in a very long time. He was open about it to you - just like he was aware of your past relationships and flings. There were no skeletons in the closet or dark, nasty secrets that had to be kept hidden for the sake of the safety of the other. That just wasn't you. You were two very open books. "The only other women who have been on this boat are your mum and your sister," you deliver the punchline, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"And now you," he mumbles, circling his arms around your waist to pull you closer, "the most important woman in my life."

"I like the sound of that," you whisper, just managing to get the words out before he kisses you again. You fist your fingers into his hair, trying to stay steady on your feet as his arms squeeze around you. In that moment, you were the air he was breathing, his only source of oxygen and a chance at eternal life. It was an intensity you hadn't experienced before, but it made you aware that were his everything.

And you were.

From the first time he kissed you, he was hooked - addicted to the electrical spark he felt every single time he kissed you. He knew no one else would ever make him feel the same as you do. From that day on, he knew he would follow you to the end of the earth.

One hand drifts away from your back and traces the outline of your jaw as he pulls away to look at you. You were a vision of beauty, and it left him with a warm, fuzzy feeling like butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "Can I ask you something?" He asks, almost whisper-like. There was no better time for him to ask.

"Anything."

"Will you marry me?"

F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T

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[iheartaleena]

one piece au where literally nothing went wrong everyone is alive and happy hc's

nami

belle mere is still alive obvi

the attack on her island was less of an attack and more of like a alliance? like the fishman pirates pulled up and were like hey we need a hideout can we pls use ur island. and they were like yeah offer us protection and in turn u can use our island! no violence no blood nothing!!

in this au fisher tiger is still alive and the fishman pirates are still what he envisioned before his death, so he���s the captain, not arlong

speaking of arlong he’s like hella toned down. he got the jinbei affect in the sense that koala changed him and showed him humans aren’t all bad. yeah sure he’s more radical and unhinged than the other pirates but he’s just like the weird conservative uncle you tolerate at thanksgiving not a real threat

hachi and nami bonding!!!

nami never develops an obsession with money, she gets to put her full effort into map making and exploring that talent

she makes maps for the fishman pirates completely out of her own free will

she joins the movement for fishman human equality woohoo!!!

yeah in this au that movement actually gets taken seriously instead of played off and the fishmen actually make progress in equality 

koala visits sometimes! koala and nami bonding time!!!

law

doflamingo is toned down like 1000% in this au he’s not a family killer in this one he’s just odd

like seriously idk how the logistics would work but maybe somehow after the whole “doffys family becomes human” thing the humans don’t persecute him? so in turn he just kinda is pretentious and misses being rich instead of holding a particular grudge against humanity?

either way he’s also just the weird conservative uncle you see at thanksgiving 

corazon is number one dad ever did he offer law henny for his 8th birthday yes does he know how to do laundry or cook not at all but he is trying his best!

LAW BABY FIVE AND BUFFALO AS COUSINS. PLEASE!!!! dellinger too maybe idk if he’s a kid or not tho

the executives like trebol diamante whatever the fuck also aren’t as evil either they just tryna do their own thing yk just black market deal in peace but no unnecessary killing 

donquixote family stays pirates instead of going and trying to take a whole kingdom (took a shit ton of convincing for doffy to accept that)

the whole pirate warlord thing gives doffy enough prestige he don’t need to be a king necessarily 

law eats the op op fruit, doffy tries to get him to make him immortal, corazon slaps him, doffy changes his mind

(i am taking so many liberties in this au omg)

zoro

kuina didn’t fucking fall down a flight of stairs!! yippee!!!

their whole competition abt who will be the greatest swordsman is still on

they venture outside the dojo and become pirates

both bounty hunters maybe

kuina is so so gay

hear me out…. kuina x tashigi? LET ME COOK

yeah zoros just there

they find their way to mihawks island without the whole kuma blasting zoro to a random island thing

they beg mihawk to train them but he’s like wtf get out of my house but they show potential and he’s like ok fine ill train y’all 

persona is also there bc i said so FUCK MORIA ALL MY HOMIES HATE MORIA she left him and somehow ended up with mihawk he also let her stay for some reason (he needs to stop adopting kids)

hear me out…. perona x kuina? or at the very least they become besties

once again zoro is just there

robin

olvia and saul are still alive

all of her island is still alive, don’t ask why the world government is ok with that they just are shhhh shhhhh 

robin grows up an archeologist but decides she needs to find the poneglyphs and discover the truth of the world

so she becomes a pirate and joins baroque works, led by crocodile

he respects her (WHAT) doesn’t try to kill her (WHAT) and they actually have a fun friendship a friendly lil boss secretary relationship its adorable

she helps crocodile get with doffy because god knows he couldn’t do it himself

ok if this is how this au is going robins gotta be besties with bon clay come on. mr three hello?? 

#one piece #op #straw hat pirates #one piece zoro #zoro #roronoa zoro #one piece nami #nami #cat burglar nami #one piece law #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece robin #nico robin #op hcs #one piece headcanons #one piece au #everyone lives au #everyone lives/nobody dies #op crack #one piece crack #monkey d. luffy

[1000sunnygo]

Saw someone trying to claim that cora secretly resented his birth dad (too lazy to correctly spell the man’s name) and like nah dude. That’s the main reason he ran away. He still loved his dad and never blamed him. Because I think despite everything he saw his dad as good hearted and correct, just painfully naiive. I sometimes wonder if doflamingo ever truly hated their dad. Resents the hell out of him, hated his actions, blames him for his childhood miseries and stone cold in his murder. But their dad was never presented in a hatable way, at least from my reading.

Agreed, Homing wasn't presented in a hateable way. Oda designed him as an elegant-looking fellow in spite of being a regular Tenryubito and that says enough. The Donquixote couple were the only Celestial Dragons who couldn't be brainwashed into becoming egocentric psychopaths even though they were born and raised at Mariejeoise, they owe some respect.

The criticisms of Homing's personality comes from our own judgement of his character and not from canon narration, shoutout to @eroguron0nsense for this meta summarizing his flaws. Frankly speaking, I think Homing was doomed to die. Being killed by his own son just adds a layer of irony, it wasn't a dignifying way to go.

As for Rosi, he clearly held a high opinion of his father:

"How was such a monster born in the family of such kind hearted mother and father? I don't get it. He's not a human."

.

In fact, I doubt Rosi ever pondered about his father's naivety at all. There's no point in digging the faults of a humble father who died long ago, considering that a greater evil (still) existed in their bloodline who inflicted much bigger pain in his childhood. Rosi's most severe loss in his childhood was his parent's deaths, not the lavish life at Mariejeoise.

Point to note is that a six year old's cognitive development is still underway, a ten y/o on old on the other hand, has evolved a lot. Rosi wasn't be able to judge his parent's character the same way his brother could. I've wondered, if Rosi were around Doffy's age, would he be influenced by Doffy's ideas a lot more, like most younger siblings? Probably not, since Rosi's thought process is fundamentally different from Doffy's. He's hotheaded and impulsive, but he's not vengeful. Rosi enlisted as a marine to save civilians in spite of being poorly treated as a child, and knowing that they'd hate him if they knew about his bloodline. I can't imagine Law or Doffy doing the same. Rosi is a humanitarian who held a deep sense of justice (passed from Sengoku and kindhearted parents) - that neither of those two had.

Having a bit of thought experiment, if Law as a child were in Doffy's position, I can see him resenting his father - not for losing the family status but for endangering his family's life (and the death of his mother). But I don't think he would've been manipulated by bad adults into killing his father. I see Rosi's driving force his morality (returned to his brother to stop him to save the civilians), Doffy's is self importance (would throw away anyone for his own cause), and Law's is love (extreme protectiveness of those he loves). No matter what, Law wouldn't be risking the safety (and sanity) of his younger sister.

Back on track... does Doffy truly hate his father?

Yes, he does.. in a complex way. Doffy still considers Homing's actions to be the source of his miseries. But I believe "family" means something profound to Doffy. Regardless of what happened or how much he hates him, Homing is HIS father, and that by default means he's a human of a higher value.

Doffy made this particular way of execution, to shoot with his flintlock, somewhat ritualistic and specific for those he deems as his family. As he said in chapter 769, he sees it as a form of redemption.

"But, I shall forgive you! The same way I forgave my real father and brother: with death!!"

He doesn't want to hate them, so he 'punishes' them and forgives them, which in his self centered mind is a form of entitlement.

The answer got a lot bigger than I expected shdhd thanks for reading my rambling though o7

#asks #sorry for procrastinating so hard i wanted to give it some time #one piece meta #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law #one piece #one piece dressrosa #mine

[hothothotch]

Girl!Dad Hotch threatening his daughter’s date??

hello, hey! i considered here that reader is hotch's daughter's mother and not the daughter itself. i hope you like it s2 (yes, i got a bit carried away here)

Requests are open! ✨

Aaron never believed himself to be the jealous kind of parent.

When Haley got pregnant with Jack, they discussed what kind of parents they'd be to him. Haley, having been raised in a family in which familiar relationships were cherished and encouraged, believed she'd be a kind, loving mother; always the one to cheer their baby up in times of need, which would automatically make her the good cop.

Aaron, on the other hand, always believed he'd be the "hangman" — the one responsible for putting things back into place, the one to give restricted looks and tell Jack that having candy before bed was a no-go.

In his mind, there was just no way he'd be a jealous parent, just because it didn't suit him.

That is, until his little girl started to date. And at that specific moment, Aaron went to hell and back very quickly.

Jack had been the first to know, mostly because he had seen it happening. Him and Mauve were only a few years apart, and the fact they studied at the same school didn't left much room for his big sister to keep a secret from him; and after a very heated discussion between the two of them, Jack had "let escape" Mauve's secret, believing that no one was at home to hear what he had to say.

You had been. And then you were the second to know.

Mauve was an absolute mess as she told you everything about the boy she was dating, how he was lovely and everything she had always dreamed about, but everything Aaron would despise. He was the quarterback (which was honestly a surprise, considering everyone knew Mauve was a nerd, just like Aaron had been), and the whole school knew him as a womanizer; still, he was different with Mauve — sweet, friendly, respectful.

She had begged you to keep it a secret, promising she'd be the one to tell Aaron when the time came. And, since Mauve never broke a promise, she did.

It just happened to be on her prom day.

She had been mysterious about who'd be her date, and you knew Aaron believed firmly she and Jack would go together. The fact that Jack hadn't brought a pair up yet only confirmed Aaron's beliefs, and honestly, you knew he was psyching himself into not noticing how meticulously Mauve had chosen the dress, speaking about matching her pair's tie (and then picking a tie that in nothing matched Jack's), how she had been singing out loud while in the bath (songs that talked about young love, and proms, and dancing with someone you love) and, the ultimate clue, how she forced Aaron into teaching her how to waltz since she didn't want to step on her partner's feet (and Mauve certainly wouldn't give a damn about stepping into Jack's feet).

At some point, you just gave up hoping he'd notice before prom night. You were just dying to see his reaction to the news.

It happened quicker than you thought, though.

Mauve had been ready for the past hour, sitting anxiously at the couch beside Aaron, fidgeting with her thumb — the same tell Aaron had — as the two of them watched a rerun of Hawaii Five-0, Aaron making small comments about how stupid their methods were, and how no one would do something like that in real life, as Mauve giggled nervously, placing a rebel strand of hair behind her ear whenever she heard a car passing outside.

When the doorbell finally rang, Mauve was the first to stand from the couch, immediately intertwining her fingers as she looked at your image making your way from the kitchen (where you had already poured a whiskey glass to offer Aaron once they were gone), Jack's stomps on the stairs loud as he ran to see whether it was his partner or yours.

"Are your friends joining you tonight?" Aaron asked, looking up at Mauve, his brows furrowed in confusion as he looked between the door and his younger daughter.

"Cassie is my pair tonight” Jack revealed as you opened up the door, revealing Cassandra — Cassie, for short — in a beautiful blue dress. You knew that dress because you and Mauve had went out with her to buy it only a few weeks before that day, and she had picked it to match Jack’s tie.

But Aaron hadn’t gone with you — he had gone with Jack to buy his corsage. A corsage that happened to be green, like Mauve’s dress.

It was green because it matched Cassie’s eyes.

"Come in, Cassie" you smiled politely at your daughter's best friend, ushering her inside as Jack finished moving down the stairs, a dumbfounded smile plastered all over his face as he showed her the corsage he bought.

"Thank you, dear" Cassie smiled, observing the corsage lovingly before looking up at Aaron, waving softly at him, "Hi, Uncle Hotch!".

And while in a usual day Aaron would have greeted Cassie with a smile, the only thing he could do was stare at Mauve, his face even more confused, jaw dropped.

"If Jack's going with Cassie..." he pointed between Jack and Cassandra, his eyes widening at the minute, "Who are you-".

As if on cue, the doorbell rang once again, all the eyes turning immediately to the door. Maybe you should've opened the door, maybe Mauve should've started speaking non-stop in order to distract her father, but no one moved as Aaron strode towards the door, opening it up in a swift movement, his features closed off as he faced the man on the other side of the door.

"Hello, Mr. Hotchner! I'm Louis, Mauve's date!".

You admired Louis' courage.

"Date?" Aaron raised one brow, turning slowly to face Mauve — that had moved all the way to the door, standing beside you with worried eyes, "I didn't know about any date".

Louis seemed to deflate at the reveal, his eyes looking past Aaron's shoulders and also meeting Mauve's eyes, "You didn't?".

"No" Aaron replied immediately, crossing his arms over his chest, "Mauve?".

"I..." Mauve pouted, fidgeting with her hands, "I wanted to tell you, Daddy, but I knew you'd be like this. So Jack found out and Mom, too, and everyone kept asking questions and, and... I thought you'd notice by yourself. You're a profiler!".

"She's not wrong" you commented, "I mean, she did give a lot of signs".

"Signs are not the message!" Aaron replied, completely turning to face Mauve, Louis suddenly forgotten at the door, his eyes going from Aaron to his pair for the night, "Why you didn't tell me, Mauve?".

"Because you'd be upset. You always tell me 'you won't date until you're 30, Mauve' and 'you're my baby girl and no one will ever deserve you' and I got so worried that you wouldn't approve Louis!" Mauve sniffled, clearly on the verge of tears, but trying to keep them hidden for the sake of her perfectly made makeup, "I'm sorry, Daddy! I just... I like him so much!".

Louis seemed to have regained his courage, clearing his throat and straightening his jersey (yes, he was wearing the school's soccer team's jersey, just like any popular quarterback would) and touching Aaron's shoulder respectfully, "And I like Mauve to, uh..." he dropped his hand when Aaron looked madly over his shoulder, having suddenly turn his gaze into the Unit Chief look, "Mr. Hotchner, sir".

You chuckled at Louis' stutter — you'd like the boy.

"I promise we can talk about it after the prom, and I'll tell you everything," Mauve said lowly, holding Aaron's hand, "But can I go with Louis, please Daddy? Please".

Aaron knew he would go with whatever Mauve asked at the moment she pouted, her voice embargoed and eyes on verge of tears, but a part of him didn't want to let her go. Because, in his jealous father head, allowing her to walk outside their house with that Louis (he grimaced at the thought of the other guy) would mean you were growing up, that you weren't his little Mauve anymore, and the thought hurt like hell.

"I want you and your brother home by midnight" Aaron stated, his voice holding no space for negotiations — you can't negotiate with the negotiator, after all, "And Cassie and..." he scoffed, "Louis are invited to dinner tomorrow".

Cassie smiled broadly, clinging at Jack's arms immediately at the invitation, "If Uncle Hotch's cooking, I'm in!".

You snorted, "Yeah, that's why you're coming over" you commented under your breath, looking with a smile how whipped Jack looked as he stared intently at Cassandra.

"Thank you for the invite, Mr. Hotchner" Louis replied with a sided, but still frightened, smile, "I'll be here".

Aaron nodded, finally turning to face Louis, "Now let me be clear, young boy..." he took a step towards Louis, placing his right hand on the boy's shoulder. It would've looked like a friendly gesture if it wasn't for the squeeze he gave — not too much to hurt him, Aaron definitely wasn't that kind of man, but enough to make his point clear, "You touch my daughter in an inappropriate way, your break her heart or you pretty much think about any of those things, and I'll have you on juvie in no time. Are we understood?".

Louis gulped, a nervous smile on his face as he looked between the four people behind Aaron, his eyes lingering on Mauve for a bit longer, "He can't do this, can he?".

"Oh, I can" Aaron squeezed his shoulder once more, forcing the younger boy to look at him, "And I will. Was I clear?".

"As crystal" Louis nodded nervously.

“Good” Aaron replied, letting go of Louis shoulder, “Have fun, you kids”.

None of them waited one more minute before moving out the door, and you couldn’t stop but smile when Mauve held Aaron’s hand, kissing his cheeks sweetly before muttering a reverent, “Thank you” on his ear.

You both watched as they moved towards the limo, and you beamed proudly as you intertwined your arm with Aaron’s as you waved them goodbye, the loud song they were hearing making the vehicle tremble only slightly before it left.

“I’m proud of you” you whispered, kissing the skin of Aaron’s neck softly, “Even if you threatened him to death”.

Aaron’s smile was strangled, painful. And the fact that he found it in himself to be dramatic at that moment (or at least you thought he was playing dramatic) only made you smile more.

“I need a drink” he mumbled desperately, “I really need a drink. I think I need to get drunk”.

You laughed, shaking your head as you guided him towards the kitchen, “Come on, old man. Let’s get you a drink”.

Thank you for the request ✨

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[crabdrabbles]

Graves + Shadows Headcanons Part 3 [Part 1] [Part 2] Words: 766

Praise for DAYS. Did Shadow 5-8 get a good shot on the target? Punch in the shoulder at the end of the mission and a bright grin “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, 5-8!”, 

“Atta’girl, 6-12, I couldn’t’ve done that better myself.”

“Keep it up, 10-4!” Reaches over and brings them into a side hug and ruffles their hair like a proud dad. 

Coming back to Graves having a lot of respect for his soldiers, remember that scene in SWCW where it's like

"We're clones, sir, we're meant to be expendable..." "Not to me."

Yeah that's Graves.

He has kept every set of dog tags that belonged to Shadows that died during missions. They’re kept locked away in a box, safely tucked away.

A lot of Shadows were previously mercenaries, even criminals, but they are good at what they do which is why they get hired in the first place. Not to mention that Graves sees hiring them as a way to give them a second chance at life. 

Shepherd has learnt that the way to make Graves do what he wants is by threatening his Shadows. He could very easily dissolve the entire company in a day and expose Graves for technically harbouring wanted criminals.  

Yes, Shepherd called him a ‘dog with a bone’, but he’s more like a Dragon with a hoard. His hoard being his soldiers.

Some rando who was visiting the base once snapped at a Shadow, calling them a ‘stupid fucking mercenary’. That was his mistake when Graves had to be restrained by 3 of his own men. 

“What the fuck did you just say to them? You’d best walk outta my base before I make you leave in a goddamn body bag!”

As shown above, he goes absolutely feral if someone ever insults any of his soldiers.

“Be quiet, sergeant, your betters are talking.” Said some hoity Commander who hasn’t stepped foot in a battlefield in over a decade. Suddenly, it feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out like a vacuum. All eyes go to Graves as he glares long and hard at the man. 

“Apologise. Now.” “What–” “I said: apologise, ‘fore I show you my own version of ‘southern hospitality’.”

Compulsory language lessons. Every Shadow has to know at least 2 languages, English and another language of their choosing. Missions sometimes rely heavily on communication, so fluency in different languages is important.

Graves knows several languages himself, but his pronunciation is downright awful. Sometimes he makes his accent worse because it’s funny watching the horror in people’s eyes when he speaks. 

One of his Shadows has a tendency of crawling around in the vents in the base and because he’s not really harming anyone, Graves lets him do as he pleases. Because of the habit, however, and the fact he’s somehow able to go around almost silently through the metal vents, he’s earned an affectionate nickname amongst the Shadows; Roach. 

Graves doesn’t get along with family. Don’t get him wrong, he has some semblance of respect for his Momma cause she taught him good manners and other things like how to cut hair and how to cook a hearty meal for 12 people, but she was a narcissistic bitch when it came down to it and he took a lot of pleasure cutting her out of his life the second he was able to. 

He never met his father, and doesn’t much care for him, either. 

Paid leave/Holidays? Check. Paternity/Maternity leave? Check. Bed ed and board? Check. Medical and dental plan? You know it. Any possible benefit that can come with a job, being a Shadow has. 

No matter what they’re doing, if Graves does a run up to them, they will always catch their Commander. 

Is the first or last port of call when a fight/argument breaks out. It depends on how out of hand it's gotten in the space of about 15 minutes. Usually people don’t want to interrupt whatever the Commander’s doing and invoke his wrath.

“They started it!” “Well I’m endin’ it!”

Has the type of authority that if he were to suddenly yell at a recruit “Drop it. Now!” Everyone in earshot would absolutely drop whatever they were holding even if the comment wasn’t directed at them. 

There’s a Shadow that’s the largest of the entire company– but he is the biggest scaredy cat and coward anyone has ever met, which makes people wonder why he’s even in Shadow Company. The reality is that, despite being a coward, he’s damn intimidating. Perfect for him to shadow hover behind Graves during mission briefs and so forth.

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#//i have brainrot #//did i fit roach in here? you're goddamn right i did #phillip graves #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3 #shadow company #mw2 #mw3 #mwii #mwiii #cod headcanons #gary roach sanderson

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

forever ago you mentioned in an ask post that you have a story in your head about college-aged Matt saving Frank’s kids and in return the Castle family forcibly enfolds him into their tribe. There is literal kidnapping involved, and every word in your little summary was fucking hilarious. I want you to know that that scenario has lived in my head rent free ever since—I am astounded by your brain and that concept makes me want to eat dirt (in the best way)(that is a compliment of the highest degree)

anyways! Please don’t think this is me asking “when will you write that” bc i get it, some plot bunnies are just bunnies, and time/real world is a bitch, BUT—if you ever have any little ramblings about it, I’d love to hear them :) the Castle family is Insane and I love them dearly and I am forever entranced by your characterizations of Matt and Frank

Have a good one!!

Christmas with the Castles my beloved. I love this one so much that I typed out an outline of the fic entirely. It is long. Please, take my ramblings if you want them:

It's Christmas at Columbia, hohoho, peace and goodwill to all mankind. The dorms are closed over winter break to replace the pipes and Matt's out on his ass for the holidays, so get fucked, blind little orphan with no surviving family, and God bless us everyone.

Normally the Nelson clan would have taken him in but Foggy's bitch of a Great Aunt Bertha insists on holding the entire family hostage for the holidays with the will as collateral, and she sucks in many respects but even more in the sense that she doesn't want any blind orphans schlepping around her holiday table. But the Nelson clan will risk it all for Matt, who they think is neat. They'll put the whole fucking will on the line, buddy.

Matt assures them that he's got it all under control and has a place to stay. Yes, with a person. Yes, a real one. An old friend of his dad's. No, he's not going to be homeless. Stop asking questions.

This is a lie.

His plan is to simply be homeless. Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

Except Foggy knows when Matt's on his bullshit and insists on speaking to the guy he's staying with, which means he needs to get Fogwell to lie for him. Except Fogwell knows when Matt's on his bullshit and won't let him off the fucking hook until he knows Matt won't be homeless for the holidays.

Matt unequivocally refuses to come home with him. Stop asking. He'll find someone else to do the phone call.

They compromise with Matt staying in the fucking boiler room of the gym. Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

Except Matt sort of makes Fogwell think that he only needs to crash for a few days, and Foggy's family is going to take him in for the rest. This is also a lie. He is fucking off to be homeless for the rest of the holiday season.

Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

He's swallowing his misgivings and putting up with staying in the boiler room of the gym for a few days so Fogwell won't freak out. Which he now regrets. Because it puts him right in the earshot of an active hostage situation. Are those kids? Those are fucking kids.

Anyway he tries to call the police anonymously like ten times but this just tips off the hostage takers, who apparently have a mole in the police, surprising no one. Now they're going to kill the fucking kids.

Matt can't listen to this.

Peace and fucking goodwill to all mankind.

Okay. Fuck. He's doing this now.

Fuck.

THE CASTLE'S HOLIDAY SEASON, THUS FAR:

The kids got kidnapped.

like

fuck.

that happened.

The thing is that some random NSA guy got into contact with Frank and in this AU he actually blew the whistle on the the CIA's bullshit. His family was in protective custody, until his best friend and pseudo brother stabbed him in the fucking back and sold them out. Now they have his kids.

He then kills a lot of people.

Like a lot.

But he can't find his kids. They have his kids.

They're going to kill his kids.

MATT'S NIGHT, THUS FAR:

He's an asshole in sweatpants with a t-shirt wrapped around the top part of his face and no fucking plan, and there are so many assholes with guns in there. Like. So many.

But fuck it. He's doing this now.

fuck.

He fights a lot of guys. He gets super shot. Some guy tries to shoot him with arrows. Like, what the fuck even is this, Robin Hood? Honestly, fuck this night.

Anyway, he saves the kids. Wheee.

It's sort of nice? They bond, when the crying stops. The kids like him a lot. He calls their parents. Sets up a place for them to get picked up. The boy gives him the sweatshirt he's wearing under his jacket, which is kind of him, because it's fuck-off cold and Matt's about ten minutes from going into shock. Anyway, he drops them off at the spot and fucks off into the night before their oddly bloodstained dad can stop him like the world's shittiest off-brand batman.

He then goes to exercise the right of any God-fearing American citizen, which is to bleed out in the basement of his childhood church.

Fogwell's never gonna be okay again if he finds Matt's blood-soaked body in the gym. Matt figures he can just break into that basement no one uses, steal a med kit, make a solid confession about breaking into and stealing from a church if he lives long enough, and hopefully no one will even notice he was there.

This does not pan out.

A really angry nun finds him and narcs him out to Father Lanthom and they bitch him out for "dying" and "not seeking life-saving medical attention" and drag his ass to to the hospital.

NOW THE CASTLE FAMILY, REUNITED AT LAST:

The kids' will be in therapy forever but the danger is gone, because frank killed them all very dead.

He then received a presidential pardon for All The Murder.

Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

Anyway he's testified about the CIA corruption, the government is occupying itself with the coverup to end all coverups, and his only remaining concerns is (1) taking care of his family and (2) making sure the bleeding dipshit who saved his kids lives doesn't die in the streets. He's gotta find that dumb asshole.

Then he gets a phone call from a very concerned nurse at Metro General about the bleeding dipshit that got brought in with his kid's sweatshirt. They're calling because he keeps trying to goddamn leave while very fucking shot and he had a jacket with Frankie's information written on it in magic marker. Do they know him? Can they please come pick him up? They think he's going to die in the streets if someone does not pick him up.

And Yeah. Yeah, Frank Can Do That.

Matt.

Yeah.

The magic marker, he didn't.

Didn't

Didn't see that part.

Fuck.

Anyway, Matt's On His Way Out To Be Homeless For The Holiday Season, Peace And Goodwill To All Mankind, As Soon As The Goddamn Nurses Stop Hiding The Leave Against Medical Advice Forms. He lied and said he got jumped by a lot of guys, no, he didn't see who did it, because, you know. Blind. Just a regular ol' blind guy here. Poor fucking blind orphan alone and shot for the holiday season. Just give him the goddamn form.

And then that fucking guy shows up in his hospital room. The suspiciously bloody father of the kids he just got shot over. He's here, he's insisting that Matt's one of his family's closest friends and they're paying all of Matt's medical bills, and he's not commenting on the blind bit, but Matt can literally smell his curiosity. Matt's insisting that some random guy gave him the jacket, no, he didn't see his face, because, you know. Blind. He's not the guy Frank thinks he is. Nope. Please fuck off now.

They do not fuck off. Maria Castle blows through the hospital room like a hurricane, hugs him very genuinely, cries a little, and tells him that the Castle family pays their debts, and they've never had a greater one. Then the kids show up, and they fucking recognize him. Fuck.

Matt: imindanger.exe

Matt keeps feigning ignorance. Then, he waits until they leave the room and he fucking books it.

Anyway the Castle family minivan catches up to him when he's legging it a block away. They keep pace with him, and ask to just take him where he's going, and they swear they're not going to hurt him. They just want to help him out. He saved their kids.

And he can hear that they're telling the truth.

And it's so goddamn cold.

And he can hear his own internal bleeding.

And he's so, so tired.

So he tells them that no one would ever believe them. And he gets in the car. and he gives them Fogwell's address. And he tells himself he'll crash there for a day or two and fuck off to be homeless in the streets, peace and good-fucking-will to all mankind.

WHAT THE CASTLE FAMILY DID NOT SCHEDULE FOR THE DAY:

A kidnapping.

WHAT THE CASTLE FAMILY DOES:

It's. It's a kidnapping. They do a kidnapping.

Look. Look. they pay their debts. They pay their fucking debts. It's what they do. And they get to Fogwell's boiler room and rapidly fucking realize that the guy who they owe their everything to is a terminally stupid 20-something and living in the rundown boiler room of an empty gym. And they simply cannot have that.

Frank? Frank, show Matthew back to the car, will he? Maria's going to pack up his things for him.

Matt: what.exe

WHAT MATT DID NOT SCHEDULE FOR THE DAY:

it's.

It's the kidnapping.

it's that.

This fic is fundamentally founded in my premise that the entire Castle family is simply fucking insane. They're just all like that. Frank is not an outlier.

For the Castles, they're being perfectly reasonable. It's obvious that no one's taking care of this lovely young man who saved their kids, so no one will mind if they do it instead. He definitely needs it. So they sit their kids down and explain that sometimes Stockholm Syndrome is for someone's own good, which sounds perfectly reasonable to them. They then proceed to treat this like when you somewhat impulsively get a sick puppy from a Home Depot parking lot, and, well, he's a bit poorly behaved, and he keeps trying to run away, but the kids had wanted it so badly and eventually he's going to settle into his new home and then maybe you can stick felt reindeer antlers on him for the Christmas card, so you keep shoving his meds in peanut butter and forcing them down his throat and keeping the door blocked so the puppy can't slip out into the freezing new york night.

Matt treats this for what it is, which is a fucking kidnapping.

He is now fucking handcuffed to these crazy assholes' guest bed in their suburban home. It's by definition a kidnapping. they're acting like he's the unreasonable one for pointing this out. Except every time he wriggles out of his handcuffs, Frank just lugs his ass back to bed and chains him back up while they scold him. As if he's the unreasonable one for trying to escape his own kidnapping. They make him take his meds and eat three meals a day and the kids watch fucking Christmas movies with him while narrating the screen, as if this wasn't a kidnapping. This is insane. They're all insane.

Which is what he eventually tells them, out loud and to their faces.

And then Maria cries.

Stop.

Stop that.

That thing she's doing with her face. Stop that thing.

And Maria's like. Maybe they were over enthusiastic. But, being a mother, she just wants to take care of the nice young man who saved her little angels. And if that makes her a criminal, then she guesses she's a criminal. Because she cares.

Matt: shoving me into a van and handcuffing me to a bed against my will makes you by definition a criminal

maria: *cries harder*

Matt: stop

And Matt's like. Fine. Fine. He'll give into their crazy fucking kidnapping. Saves him the trouble of being homeless. Just. It's only until Christmas, and then he's gone.

maria, tearfully: and new years too?

Matt: don't push your luck

So fuck it. He's doing this now. But he's not going to like it. And he gets to come and go when he wants.

Frank: no.

matt: seriously fuck you

Except Matt's got shit they didn't pack at Fogwells. Shit they didn't realize belonged to him. His dad's shit. And he's absolutely desperate to get his dad's shit before some well-meaning janitor tosses it. So he very reluctantly agrees to let Frank go in his stead. Just. Just don't talk to people. And don't tell anyone he kidnapped matt. matt does not want to deal with that fucking court case.

Fogwell, immediately catching Frank gathering Matt's stuff for him, when he finds out that Matt sent him: are you a Nelson?

Frank, not a Nelson: Guilty.

And Fogs is just. Thrilled. So fucking thrilled that Matt has the Nelsons. Matt needs people like that, you know? People that'll welcome him home.

He's a good kid. And he hasn't had a home in a good long time. And Fogs--he's so fucking sorry that he couldn't give Matt that. And he. He.

Just tell him Merry Christmas from him? He understands why Matt didn't want to spend it with him.

Just tell him ol' Fogs was thinking of him. Tell him he really, really cares and hopes his holidays are good.

Fuck. Tell him he loves him. Just. Just tell him that. Fogs should have done it a long time ago.

What follows from there is a lot of wholesome, family-friendly Christmas activities, like:

making gingerbread houses

ice-skating

having a total mental breakdown when you get the message passed along from your pseudo-grandfather that he wishes he could have given him a home.

drinking cocoa

getting shit-faced drunk out on the town with the somewhat insane mother of those kids you saved, only to both be lugged home by a very exasperated Frank Castle.

watching Christmas movies

Visiting the grave of your dead father whose loss you've never recovered from

drinking eggnog

Confessing about your superpowers to the crazy fuckers who may or may not have given you stockholm syndrome, as well as your lasting trauma around the fact that you were child-soldierified and your soul-crushing terror that it will happen again

Making paper snowflakes

(Matt may not have meant to do all those things.)

I really like having backstories in communication with each other across my fics taking place in the same fandom? And Fogs is a great example of that. He tends to show up in all of my Daredevil fics, and he usually does something that brings Matt in from the cold in his backstory.

But in this world, that Fogs didn't do it.

In this one, he had the chance, and he failed.

Matt came to him. He ran away from the foster care system when he was a teen, and he went to Fogs as a desperate, last ditch effort. He begged Fogs to still love him the way he did when he was a kid. He begged Fogs to take him in the way he once took in Jack Murdock. He'd help Fogs around the gym. He'd do anything Fogs asked. He just wants to go home.

All he's wanted for years was to just go home.

And Fogs hugged him. He held him. He let him sleep on the couch.

And he called the police.

He wanted to do it the right away around, this time. He didn't want Matt to be hiding from the system for the rest of his youth the way his daddy once did. He wanted him to still get to go to school. He wanted him to be a kid. He wanted to adopt him proper, and didn't think of the fact that no one was gonna let him do it.

And he didn't account for how Matt would never trust him again.

He didn't account for Matt ending up on the streets, and he didn't account for matt refusing to come for him for help again, and he didn't account for Matt refusing to have anything to do with him until he hit law school and barely tolerated hanging around the gym at night again, and he didn't account for Matt not being able to stand the idea of spending the holidays with him.

There's a lot Fogs won't ever forgive himself for.

Anyway, Matt's stockholm syndrome was a great success. They fucking did it. They now have a crazy motherfucker with superpowers who's occupying this space as a the kid's new pseudo uncle. Unmitigated success. God, what an addition to the family. He's just as crazy as them.

Except Matt gets a call. From a very upset Foggy Nelson. Who says that they decided to burn the defunct bridge that was their relationship with their torrid bitch of a great aunt after she said something homophobic to Foggy's sister, and they went to go surprise Matt for the holidays, only to find out that he was already supposed to be with them. Matthew.

The thing is, foggy knows who Matt is as a person. He knows who Matt is as a person. There is such a very real chance that his blind best friend has been living under an overpass in subzero weather for the past few weeks and not telling him. He's having a heart attack and needs to come pick him up immediately before Matt starts selling his body or something.

And like, good news is that Matt was kidnapped by a lovely suburban family who have been keeping him warm and fed and dry, and they're going to be baking gingerbread today. The bad news is that Matt will literally have a heart attack if he has to explain to foggy how he got here so he just. Panics.

And hangs up the phone.

And matts panicking about how he hung up the phone, because foggy will absolutely call the police and report him as a missing person, holy shit will he call the police on him, Matt was literally kidnapped but he likes his kidnappers now and doesn't want them to be arrested, they're making gingerbread you see and that would be inconvenient to the gingerbread making. So Maria and Frank and the kids are watching this weird feral law student they forcibly adopted go through every single stage of grief in a two minute span, wonder how he made it through life so far on his own, and Maria wrangles the phone from him and calls Foggy back and politely tells him that this is Maria Castle, matts basically a part of their family and has been staying with them through the holidays, they've heard so much about foggy, won't he come visit? How about tomorrow at two? They're making gingerbread today.

Matt: MARIA

Matt is panicking. Foggy knows he doesn't have a family. Foggy is his family. Foggy has unlocked his tragic backstory. Foggy is going to wonder how he acquired a family in like a two and a half week span.

Foggy is panicking. He knows Matt doesn't have a family. He has unlocked matts tragic backstory. Matt was in their fucking Christmas cards because he has no family's Christmas cards to be in.

Maria is not panicking. They're taking a step back and making gingerbread now. Take deep breaths, Matthew.

FOGGY NELSON'S THEORIES ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH HIS BEST FRIEND (ABRIDGED):

Matt has started a polycule with a suburban couple and is raising their children with them now.

Matt was switched at birth and that's his newly discovered real family and he just never told Foggy.

Matt has been kidnapped by a family in the suburbs and they've enslaved him to make gingerbread with their children.

Which is true, weirdly enough.

Matt is having a spiraling panic attack because while he's like, not on deaths door anymore, he's still healing and clearly beat to shit and foggys going to think the castles did it and freak out and he doesn't have a lie for this prepped. And the castles are like "okay okay but, quick point, you've even prattling on about this kid for like, a minimum of four hours per day, you are more likely than not in love with him, have you considered the truth"

And Matt doesn't know what to do with that, is the thing.

Foggy comes by. He is four hours early. He arrived immediately after he got the address. Maria is lovely and kind and welcoming. Frank pumps his arm firmly and is built like a brickshit house and sort of intimidating.

Matt is absolutely beat to shit.

Matt is absolutely beat to shit.

Foggy: AHAHAHA HEY BUDDY IMMA GIVE YOU A HUG BECAUSE I MISSED YOU AND LOVE YOU SO MUCH IN THIS THE SEASON OF GOODWILL AMONG MEN. did they do this to you cough twice for yes

Matt: oh for the love of god.

And the problem is. For a family that commits felonies. They're weirdly open about that fact.

Foggy: how did Matt end up staying with you

Lisa: oh we gave him Stockholm syndrome after kidnapping him

matt: ahahaha kids say the darndest things

Frankie: no really dad kept having to drag him off the windowsill when he tried to climb out and we had to be extra welcoming to him so he'd stop trying to escape

Matt: AHAHAHA KIDS SAY THE DARNDEST THINGS

Foggy told his cop friend Brett to be on standby before he came here and now he's rapidly wondering if he needs to actualize that.

There's a good deal bit more after that, but this is getting long. There's emotional honesty. There's homosexuality. There's confessions about superpowers that Matt may or may not have. There's discussing trauma.

There's the fucking shadow government showing up to recruit Matt.

The thing is that Frank Castle is one of the best military operatives, like. Ever. And SHIELD was interested in recruiting that. And they thought, hey, saving his kids may do that. And they sent Hawkeye to infiltrate the mercenaries that had taken them.

Except they were fuck-off guns there and while he could take them all out if it was just him, he'd have to be 90% crazier of motherfucker than he actually is to try that shit with two kids in the line of fire.

And then an absolutely crazy motherfucker showed up and did exactly that. Caught his arrow mid-backflip. Kicked his ass too. It was sort of sick as hell. He hasn't met anyone so good at hand to hand since black widow.

They couldn't not recruit that guy.

And like. They found him. They found him really easily. The castle family kidnapped him. It was kind of obvious.

So Clint and Coulson roll up with the recruitment pitch and Clints like "hey, haha, I'm Clint, you stabbed me, wow you're like, completely insane, I mean that literally and in a figurative impressiveness sense, want to be best friends" and matts a fucking centimeter from launching himself out the window and starting a new life in Mexico.

And coulson's good at what he does. He can tell that matts not at all buying what he's selling, is more than a little freaked out at the idea of being identified as enhanced, and is almost definitely a former child soldier if their background was accurate about who took him from his orphanage for a few months. He also knows that Matt's abilities are too unique and too useful to just walk away from them. Nothing can be hidden from him. And if a fucking nuke is missing and they need someone to sniff it out, they need to be able to set Matt loose on a city for it. So he makes the pitch of "what if I keep you out of all databases, tell no one your name, and have you as a strictly as needed member of the roster," to which Matt replies with something along the line of "you can go and get fucked with you fascist shadow agency bullshit, you fucking totalitarian nightmare freaks, you try and drag me off to your freak show org to be a fucking dog on a leash for your illegal agency and I'll bite your goddamn face off, the world would have to end for me to come within a hundred godforsaken feet of you," which is… a coarse but technically affirmative answer that Coulson takes to mean as "Yes, if the world is ending, I will come to your agency." He honestly tells him that he'll keep matts secret and leaves. And Matt is still considering the Mexico plan but decides that he has a family to keep him here now in foggy and the castles and decides to risk staying. And that's that.

Which leads into my semi-crack fic of Matt being in the original Avengers, which I won't subject you to here. but some highlights:

Matt misses the first day of world-saving because he took off the second the SHIELD guy came by to pick him up. He managed to hide for 27 consecutive hours before they dragged his ass to the helicarrier.

He wasn't briefed at all because they ask him if he read the files they gave him and he just tosses them on the table and asks "does this look like fucking Braille to you." He repeatedly threatens to sue them for a lack of ada compliance.

He keeps getting stuck in rooms because this nightmare space ship only uses screens for everything, including door handles.

The hulk: *is the hulk*

Matt, has a stick: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT

Tony: in a few minutes I'll know every secret SHIELD has ever had

Matt, has listened to at least eight top secret HYDRA meetings since being locked into this fucking hell ship: MHMM

They save the day, he's in a mask, the press asks them all whats next for the avengers and he's like "well I have a day job, I'm going home" and just. Walks away.

Three weeks later he starts fighting crime of his own volition and whenever anyone mentions hey is it maybe that avenger fellow he replies to the official inquiries with "oh no you see I have a day job" which should not work but does

Of course, Matt learning about HYDRA leads into my other semi-crack fic involving Matt simply immediately telling Captain America about the fucking Nazi's, and Cap rediscovering his life's passion, which is punching some fucking Nazi's. Except, he really needs Matt to spy on HYDRA for this to work, and Matt's identity is still almost entirely secret even within SHIELD and he doesn't want to endanger that. So they embark on introducing everyone to Matt Murdock, his totally normal, blind attorney boyfriend who is not at all a superpowered ultimate spy who happens to be secretly a very reluctant Avenger. It is now a fake dating AU.

#daredevil #christmas with the castles

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Dad's Best Friend Chapter one

Yandere Gellert Grindelwald x Female Reader

You are Dumbledore's eldest daughter.

Christmas Dinner

Summary

You were a Junior in College home for the holidays in your parents' house in the Magical world. You graduated from Hogwarts then studied to work for the Department of Ministry of Magic.

You were close to getting your dream job. Marriage was the last thing on your mind. Too bad, your dad's best friend disagrees…

You hooked up with him just for money and to fool around for fun. He wanted more and was serious. You offended him and now he is insulted.

"Gellert, you were in France. Weren't you?" Your mother asked your father's best friend across the table from the Christmas feast.

You gulped in nervousness. You were avoiding that man all evening. Well, he didn't speak to you either. Which was good. But, it was still awkward.

That's right. You slept with the closest family friend. The head of the Aurora department. A respected Wizard .

This dirty secret could break ties of the family with his.

You regretted sleeping with him. But, you wanted extra money. You have seen the way he looked at you when you grew to be a woman. You thought it was funny. You teased him and eventually lost your v card to him. He kept calling you but you blocked him.

"Yes. Albus said I was lacking culture. He was right. I am always cooped up in a stuffy government office. Better to get fresh air." Gellert grinned at your mom.

The table chuckled at his clever response. Grindelwald looked at you but you didn't notice since you were avoiding eye contact.

Gellert frowned in disappointment.

After eating, the party continued on and on. You drank wine and talked to your girlfriends from Hogwarts and had a good time. Eventually, the wine made you feel sleepy. You excused yourself.

After slipping on your white nightgown, you collapse on your bed. It was one in the morning.

Besides Grindelwald, it was a perfect Christmas party 

Before you could sleep, the door opened. You didn't open your eyes because you heard a meow. You felt your cat jump on your bed and curl next to you.

"You have been avoiding me all evening."

Your eyes opened to see Grindelwald. You gasped in surprise. 

He studied your beautiful face and felt his cock twitch with longing. 

"I have been trying to speak with you and you always run away. How rude."

"I…"

You tried to sit up but Gellert pushed you back down on your back.

"I know you are drunk. So listen, I am going to tell everyone that I slept with you."

"No!"

Gellert gripped your face tight. "Don't raise your voice, you slut! You broke my heart after you abandoned me. You threw me away as if he was nothing."

Before you could act, he tore off your gown with his bare hands. 

Your breast bounced at the impact 

Gellert stared and licked his lips. He sat on his knees and began to suck.

You tried to push him away but he ignored your pathetic strength. 

It lasted long then finally he was out of breath.

He looked up at your tear stricken face. 

"I want to marry you. So, when your father asks for your opinion. Agree or else."

#fantastic beasts secrets of dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #fantastic beasts 3 #mads mikkelsen #gellert grindelwald x reader #yandere gellert grindelwald x reader

[kiefbowl]

Can I ask for advice on how to... Act more assertive? I've been so quiet and shy my entire life but I've been trying to stand up for myself more if that makes sense. It's still really hard though and I haven't... Broken out of my shell? Ever since I've been walking by myself more I've been harassed a few times and I want to learn how to not look so weak or whatever. I just want to have a more open personality in general without being scared to share my feelings and thoughts, and you seem like a good person to ask

Sure, great question. I was once a shy shy shy child, I had to build my confidence up a lot with this regard. My first piece of advice is to stop being so hard on yourself. Stop calling yourself weak etc. The only way to start become more assertive is to respect your emotional responses. Don't think for a second that strong, witty, take nothing women don't have their moments of fear and hesitation. The way your body responds to threats and danger is natural, and it has some form of trying to protect you.

To piggyback on that, don't assume that being assertive protects you from harassment necessarily, or that you will look any different if you gain the confidence to talk back. You're not responsible for how men talk to you, ever.

But any way let's get to the cool advice:

Practice in small, safe groups first. Don't go picking fights with random men when you're walking home at night. Instead, give yourself a little goal of speaking up more the next time you're with your friends, etc. Like all things, practice builds the ability. Practice builds the confidence. Practice builds the instinct. So, start small. If you want some ideas, you can try: being really insistent about where to go to eat ("I really like Blah Blah, and I'd like to go there."), asking for a specific conversation topic when there's a lull ("Hey, I've had something on my mind lately, I want everyone's opinions"), things of this nature. As you can see, they aren't mean. You can be assertive and nice. Practice the less scary stuff first.

In that vein, don't be afraid to be awkward or do it "wrong" (you can't do it wrong, but for the sake of this point). If you sit there quietly wishing you'd go "man shut the fuck up" you'll never learn how to say "man shut the FUCK up." Instead - do the first step of what you think you can do. "uhm excuse me, I didn't like that" even if you're stuttering and sweating bullets is the first building block. Plus, honestly? If you're clearly nervous, that shows some gusto and bravery, sometimes you get more respect by acting like that.

You can tell your friends/family that this is something you're trying. I know, you might think "that's awkward" well cut that out that's not the kind of attitude you're practicing! Say to your mom privately "Mom, I'm trying to be more assertive. I want to speak my mind more, can you help when dad interrupts me." Say to your best friend privately "Friend, I'm trying to speak my mind more. I want to be more assertive. Can you encourage me if I start to struggle in conversation?" I mean, why not? This is a great chance to practice asserting yourself while getting help to continue.

If this is all great but still scary and you still don't know how to start, and you want like a magic bullet task list to just start somewhere, you can start by editing your language. Stop saying "maybe" when you mean "no". Stop saying "I guess" when you mean "no". Or, when you mean "yes!" You have to stop equivocating. Try being as direct as possible when speaking up. Again, this does not have to be mean. It doesn't have to be smart. It doesn't have to be witty. It's taking the time to consciously be aware of when you say things like "I think it would be nice to go together to the party if you want to" and try to say instead "I would like to go to the party with you, what do you want?" ADDITIONALLY: You can correct yourself mid sentence. Forget if it's awkward, you don't care if it's awkward anymore, you only care about practicing what you want. "I think maybe - I mean...I want that, yes."

The next two are really really important that they're going to be their own list, because if you've gotten this far I bet you're thinking "Yes, but how??" and these are the two that tell you how:

5. You have to sit with yourself, undistracted, and think yourself into confidence. And you have to do that for the rest of your life. And that's what every confident person is doing all the time, and they have weak moments where they fail even if you don't see it. You have to be the source of your own internal logic that makes it happen. And you might think "well if it was that easy, I would just do that." No, it isn't easy. And yes, you haven't tried hard enough. You haven't found the logic that works in your mind that you can't refute. YOU have to give yourself time every day to reflect on your life, who you are, what you want...and you have to sit there and backwards engineer the argument that leads to the answer you want. You have to make yourself get that epiphany. You don't wallow on what's wrong with you, you think "I want x-specific-thing, and I know I want that because...and to make me believe that deeply I need to think...what? What do I need to think?" You have to sit with yourself until you think it, because then you can't say you don't know. Personally, I'm deeply motivated by the weight of knowledge that we have finite time to live. I'm deeply motivated by my knowledge of my own female subordination and what I lose if I hold back. I'm deeply motivated by the fact that I can't guarantee the motivation of others. Maybe these will be your same thoughts, maybe they won't. No one can answer this for you.

6. you have to look out for other people. when other people are walked over, you have to advocate for them. when someone interrupts someone else, you have to say "wait, I wanted to hear what so-and-so had to say." If your friend is wilting in the group, you have to get everyone to bring them back in. If you are constantly internalizing you will never gain confidence. You have to be connected to the world around you, and not obsessed with what's going on in your own head. The longer you project your being out, the longer you realize what's going on in your head all the time isn't all that important. And in a strange catch-22, that's when you get the confidence to defend it like it is all that important :)

Good luck!

[aroace-polyshow]

I couldn't stop thinking since your post about wxs parents, or more specifically the tenma parents, bc they actually interest me a lot

Because like, the tenma mom DOES actually come up sometimes in saki and tsukasa's side stories and an area conversation. And not just the fact she taught them to play piano, i mean more familial situations. She even appears by herself and it's usually when they're at the house and she seems really sweet and caring actually

And also whenever Tsukasa brings her up (which he seems to do more often than Saki? Or at least from the stories I've read, i might be wrong) he speaks of her in a way that seems quite fond and might imply that she is around at the house at least usually

In contrast, though, the tenma dad almost NEVER comes up. Like the only time I remember him being mentioned (that is NOT about tsukasa bringing up That Show they watched as kids or the family visiting saki at the hospital bc that's obvious they're there) was once in the hinamatsuri event about how he bought the doll stand and some helmet when they were little? smth about how he impulse buys things

And that was it. He didnt even appear

He's never actually appeared by himself at the house or any side story to my knowledge (do correct me if I'm wrong) and he doesn't SEEM to be around the house on a daily basis at all

Even in the past when tsukasa stayed at home alone it was tenmama he got calls from, at least the one they showed us

Tenpapa's job is also never mentioned unlike tenmama's. And like tenmas are implied to be at least somehow recognisable or respected of a family, or at the very least by people like the Aoyagis since they are always stated to hold them in such regard, but is it just about tenmama playing the piano? Or maybe there's smth more about the dad that we don't know?

He's just. Such an enigma. We barely have any crumbs. Even in that image of baby tenmas seeing a show for the first time from the beginning of wxs main story shows a little bit of tenmama, like we can see her hair and all, but we can only see tenpapa's hand

It's just... where is he?? At work? What does he do?? Why don't they talk about him that much??? Why won't they show him in side stories??? Am I reading too much into it???

He makes me so mad pls Sega tell me more about the tenma family im insane about them

ANYWAY sorry for writing almost an entire post in your asks it was supposed to be shorter but I accidentally spiralled deeper

Anyway tsukasa and saki definitely love their parents and at the very least the mom seems like a rly caring and overall present person in their lives. They never say anything bad about the dad either if they ever do. They seem like good parents overall. The whole tsks neglect thing, yes, of course it wasn't a good decision to leave him alone at home, but it doesn't make them bad. Tsukasa never even mentioned anything that could imply he holds it against them and ik he is stupidly forgiving sometimes and sometimes forgets about himself but still. You get me. Besides we don't really know the extent of it all so shsuhd

We just need more tenma lore dammit

do not apologize for long asks they make me very happy to read :3

i didn’t know all that abt tenmamom though!!! i practically never read side stories so. yeah no wonder i missed her fjbsjdbajdn

sega please give us more tenmadad content. or any at all really…..

and yeah!!! i can understand wanting angst but the tenmas are genuinely a happy family and they make me happy :3 i don’t think of his parents as bad even with tsukasa’s childhood bc like, it wasn’t something they wanted to do yk. doesn’t mean what happened with tsukasa wasn’t Bad ofc. either way i love the tenmas. sega can we get more tenma lore. please

#asks #long post

[marymary-diva17]

We see you

Female lani and Jake x neytiri

Living in the shadows of parents and siblings that seem to never do anything wrong, and be picture perfect can really affected someone. That had become lani life she was always been compared to her parents and siblings, she had been told why couldn't she be like them and why did she have to be so different. She had always seen other parent say they see their children by she had never heard those words, come from his parents lips she just once wanted to be see by them.

Lani " what I don't understand what you mean"

tonowari " lani I think it will be best if you and my son don't continue the relationship you two have going on"

lani " is that what Tsireyo wishes"

tonowari " looks lani you are a good girl but you are my son are not perfect together"

lani " I care about him and like him and he does the same for me"

tonowari " my wife and the clan elders along with the clan other think, the relationship is not for best for the clan and my family"

y/n " ......."

tonowari " please respect the wishes of everyone and maybe, you two are meant for each other ..."

ronal " maybe she living delusional world of her own making"

tonowari " ronal"

ronal " my son is density to become the mate with women that special, and one with the great mother ... that is not you as can't seem to do anything right to your family and clan along with our clan... your relationship with my son has already brought doom to the clan and will bring more doom"

lani " ....."

ronal " so do everyone a favor and leave my son alone and stop being selfish, as you actions don't just effected tsireyo they effected the rest of my family and yours as well"

tonowari " ronal i will speak with her"

ronal " please understand where I'm coming from lani " ronal soon walked off from them.

tonowari " please I'm sorry for what has happen but you and him can stay friends but nothing else" tonowari soon left the girl alone as she was trying to understand everything that happened.

later that night

lani " ......"

neteyam " hey lani tsireyo was asking for you"

tuk and spider " ohhh"

tsu'tey " this sounds interesting"

norm " tsu'tey"

neteyam " he was wondering why you haven't came to join us today"

kiri " he was we are worried when you didn't come by"

Jake " kiddo why didn't you join your siblings today"

lani " i was busy at all"

neytiri " oh with what we have heard about everyone else day"

lani " I was exploring that all mom nothing else"

neteyam " you know maybe we can get you and tsireyo some on some work tomorrow, it will be fun and he been working on using a bow maybe you can help him"

lani " i does think that appropriate"

Jake " oh come on it will be fine you kids can date if you wish to at this age"

neytiri " your father is right my children"

mo'at " my granddaughter we have all seen the way you and tsireyo are with each other, and you two are perfect"

lani " we are from two different worlds"

Jake " so are many of there other couples in the clan and they are working out well"

neytiri " yes"

neteyam " see if mom and dad like him then tsireyo good"

spider " see he had nothing to be worried about"

kiri " spider"

Jake " what do you mean young man"

spider " well he was worried you two might not like him"

neytiri " well he wrong lani my daughter you should invite him over for dinner it will be good"

neteyam " wouldn't that give off the idea of romance and maybe courting between the two"

Jake " well I and your mother don't mind that tsireyo a good boy"

lani " can we all stop with this talk about me and tsireyo, when there it was all my delusion and foolish childish dreams that he will ever be with me when I have demon blood and nothing worthy of being with him" everyone had gotten quite after those words had came out of lani mouth.

neytiri " lani ..."

lani " I'm not hungry anymore excuse me please I'm sorry for ruining the meal" lani soon goy jump quickly she felt like she was going to cry.

everyone " lani lani lani come back" lani didn't wait as she ran off from the family home and kept on running until she couldn't, run anymore she soon sat on some rocks. She had dropped her feet and legs into the water as she sat there with tears falling down her face.

???? " may we join you" lani had soon looked back to see her parents standing there, she had wippeder away the tears and said nothing. She had nodded her head as her parents walked slowly to her and sat, down next to her either one of them say anything.

Jake “ we heard what had happened”

lani " how did you hear about it"

neytiri " well after you ran off some members of the clan had come by and told us of the words, that had been spoken to you by tonowari and ronal"

lani " I'm sorry for lashing out on everyone in the family and causing some issues with tonowari and ronal"

Jake " sweetie you have nothing to be sorry about we wish we knew, what had taken place early today but know if we were there your mother would of done something"

neytiri " ma Jake I will defend our daughter honor and name how dare that women act all high and mighty, and say our girl is not good enough for them they are not worthy of her anymore"

lani " mom"

neytiri " listen my daughter I don't care you have sky people blood in you, that makes you special and I love that about you my sweet daughter and if no one else can see that then at on them no you"

lani " thanks mom"

Jake " we love you baby girl and we see you" lani soon smiled after hearing those words coming from her father.

Jake " if that boy can't fight for you and wants to listen to his parents, that that on him and them"

lani " ......."

Jake " listen baby girl we love you and you have been making us proud"

lani " i have"

Jake " yes making sure everyone is okay after coming here helping your grandmother, and take care of you baby sister and trying you best to fit in here ... then taking the blame for someone else actions along with giving someone who was deemed an outcast a chance"

y/n " thanks dad"

neytiri " we know life has been hard for you but what you have faced and overcome has made us proud" neytiri and Jake looked at their daughter she has been changing, since they came here it made them happy but sad as well seeing her growing up.

Jake " do you wish for us to speak with tonowari and ronal"

lani " no I'm good I rather not have a conversation with them at the moment, and if we do I might say something that will change the relationships for everyone"

neytiri " yes my daughter"

Jake " hey if tsireyo is not the one now or ever you will meet someone else, that will fight to be with you sweetie and not care what anyone else has to say"

lani " thank you dad I will still hold out hope for tsireyo I hope he does come around but I understand if he doesn't, and will accept his wishes" Jake and neytiri had nodded their heads and hugged lani, the trio soon retuned homed where lani had been hugged again by the rest of her family. She was happy that she had been able to speak about what happened and get help from her family, but she was also happy that all finally saw her and they are very proud of her as well. That all she need right now at the moment maybe she will keep the relationship she has with everyone now, no matter what everyone else says and does.

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I fully support the Jos Hate Brigade coming after the Ocons, also what is up with Anthony Hamilton👀👀 i am honestly getting irritated with people acting like Jos is the devil incarnate, completely ignoring how Max seems to have a pretty good relationship with him (and that radio message telling him how proud he is of him was actually so sweet)

Anthony Hamilton remortgaged his house, and quit his full time job in IT (I believe to be a contractor) to manage Lewis’s karting career. All this while he had a wife and other kids to support.

Nowhere near as bad as Ocon’s parents because while Lewis likes to insinuate that he crawled out of the gutter like a Victorian street urchin, the Hamiltons by all accounts, were a middle class family (owned property, Anthony worked a steady, skilled job). Him quitting his job didn’t mean he didn’t have income, as far as I’m aware. Contracting work pays a lot more than fixed income, you are just able to take breaks in between contracts and have a more flexible schedule, and he had the skills to return to full time work if he wanted. So not as far as betting his family’s future but still..pretty sure Lewis was about 9 at this point.

Also, he managed Lewis’s career for a long time. He was the meddling parent. Lewis eventually fired him in I think 2010. It came out that Anthony had misled Lewis over a deal that had lost him a lot of money (around 20 million if I remember right), which Anthony tried to conceal because he thought he could fix it. Lewis fired him and they then weren’t speaking, but Anthony publicly claimed that Lewis owed him about 4 million for his services as a manager. Lewis said last year that having his dad as his manager meant his dad basically wasn’t able to be an emotional available father to him.

All that, and I believe that Anthony was the one who contacted Christian about a red bull seat last year without Lewis knowing, because he’s still a meddler.

He just seems like he lived through Lewis. He gives interviews saying nothing good ever happened to him (bro you’ve been married twice and have two kids…rude) but it did for Lewis, and how driving for Ferrari was always his dream for Lewis. He also just has that same “life was oh so tough for me poor me” vibe that he seems to have forced on his son. It’s crystal clear he was the pushiest of dads, which don’t get me wrong, you need in order for a kid to be successful, but to choose to be a manager rather than a father when it matters…is he your son or your product?

Idk, he’s giving Jos Verstappen, and not in a good way. Lewis talking about his experience with his dad and comparing it to Max’s the other week in the press was the only time I was like, “yes king speak”. And to be fair he was very respectful. But he point blank said he knew how unhelpful it was when the lines get blurred.

On the Max note, I always say Jos wouldn’t get the wrap he does if more people knew what it takes to get a kid to this less of sport. Jos made his mistakes 100% but you won’t get your kid to F1 by being the perfect parent. Also, Jos did a lot wrong but you can see he probably did more right. People overlook how rare it is to be able to have the relationship he has with Max. To be Max’s age, with Max’s achievements, and his resources, and still want Jos around that much and for them to be that close, that doesn’t come from a relationship with no positives. People act like Jos was tough on Max 100% of the time, but if he wasn’t emotional present, Max wouldn’t want him around all the time, in a personal capacity. He has said many times that he calls Jos for advice on personal stuff. The fact that Max’s favourite song is still the one he used to listen to in the van with Jos on their way to Italy speaks volumes. And for all his “Verstappen 2.0” shit, it’s clear that he appreciates Max as a son. And he seems to have a good relationship with his other kids. (My controversial theory is that he is a soft girl dad but that’s a whole other thing). But yeah basically I think he is over-roasted by people who don’t really understand the industry of high performing kids.

[stormoflina]

I absolutelly agree. Domi to me is very thoughtful and I feel like he pays attention to details. And such a big family guy which is not really common tgese days, so maybe his dad passed the chain to him I don't know? And it just amazes me that Dominik loves and treasures his relationship with his father so much after everything he had put him through.

Yes, he definitely does! I had an anon who kept pointing out how he always color coordinates his shoes to his mathday trackies and it's so cute! Very much possible, or it was a gift for a big life milestone!

One of my favourite traits of his is how he treats children. He's so understanding and patient with them, and you can tell what being their role model means to him. The way he interacts with them, the patience, it's all very touching. You know how people just seem natural with children, understanding their language and all? I think he's like that.

With his dad, idk. Probably nobody will ever accuse Domi of being the sharpest knife in the tool lol, but his treatment towards his father, the boundaries he set and yet the love and respect he still shows him in my opinion speaks of his emotional intelligence. I do think that he's quite advanced in his emotional intelligence from what we have seen from him. Just how he treats people, how he uses his natural charisma, how he takes leadership roles so easily.

#dominik szoboszlai