#AREN’T YOU HAPPY????!!!/sar

[ashleyishere24]

what if at the end of the hunger games Katniss Everdeen says “Katniss Everdeen, what a joke,” and cuts and bleaches her hair in President Snows honour

[lovelyjj]

would it be possible if we can get fluff/angst of reader and jj?

jj is at midsummers as a busser and reader has had a few a drinks and rafe drugged readers drink and jj saves reader?

Saved

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: roofieing (reader gets drugged) ***please don’t read if this could be triggering***

Midsummers was the event of the year. Many kooks gathered around for this celebration. JJ wouldn’t be caught dead surrounded by this many kooks, but he had to work so here he was.

You were middle class, not really a kook but also not a pogue. You did however have friends that were both kooks and pogues. It was late afternoon when you arrived at Midsummers.

The island club was decorated beautifully. There was flowers everywhere and you were excited for the events to take place. You were wearing a pretty silk black dress that flowed down your legs.

Some of your girlfriends greeted you. You got swept up in conversation, chatting about the excitement of the event and what not. You were happy to get caught up with your friends.

The dance floor started to gain popularity. Most of the guests were out on the dance floor. It looked inviting. You were thinking about dancing when you noticed JJ. You considered him a friend and you were surprised to see him here.

JJ had caught your eye before. You couldn’t deny he was attractive. He was incredibly hot for that matter. You felt something in your chest when you looked at him but you highly doubted he felt the same way.

JJ considered you a friend. You have hung out in a group a couple times and JJ enjoyed your company. He thought you were the prettiest girl on the island. He also thought he didn’t have a chance. You were way outa his league.

You were pulled to the dance floor by your friends. You were only dancing a few minutes when Sarah came up to you and asked if you would get some drinks with her. You agreed needing some liquid courage.

Sarah led you to the bar. She looked beautiful in her white dress and flower crown. You told her this and she beamed. The two of you got mai tais. You were both talking, drinking and laughing.

“So whats been going on in your life?” Sarah asked.

“Oh not much the same old same old,” you answered.

“Come on there has to be something, something new happening with you,” Sarah pressed on.

“Um well, I been practicing guitar, that’s not really exciting but,” you began.

“Oh really that’s cool I would love to hear you play sometime,” Sarah showed her interest.

“Yeah maybe. What about you what’s been going on?” You asked.

“Well me and John B are getting pretty serious,” Sarah started to blush and you thought that was sweet.

“What about Topper?”

“Oh he’s old news,” Sarah giggled.

“Oh really? Damn, aren’t you supposed to be here with him though?” You questioned.

“Shhh,” Sarah brought a finger to her lips.

“You’re crazy,” you laughed.

The two of you continued to talk as well as drink a couple drinks. You were getting a little tipsy. The alcohol was addicting. It eased your nerves and it made you want to keep drinking.

You didn’t feel the presence behind you but Sarah narrowed her eyes.

“What do you want Rafe?” Sarah got right to the point, her tone bitter.

“Oh nothing just wanted to talk to Y/N,” Rafe insisted.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Sarah crossed her arms.

“How about you let her speak for herself,” Rafe gritted his teeth but was trying to remain calm.

Being the angel that you are, you assured Sarah that it was fine. “It’s ok Sar, i’ll just be a minute,” you say.

Sarah gave you a wavering look but nodded her head and walked off.

You turned around to face Rafe and he towered over you. Rafe gave you a smile.

“So what’s up?” you asked.

“Nothing really I just wanted to see you and ask you something,” Rafe replied.

“Which is?”

“Would you like to dance?” Rafe requested.

“Um maybe not right this second because-“

“You know what forget about it, no worries,” Rafe assured.

“Can I at least get you a drink?” Rafe asked.

“Sure.”

“You look beautiful by the way,” Rafe complimented.

You smiled, “Thank you.”

JJ was watching you from afar. He could see that you were talking to Rafe. There were alarm bells ringing in his head. Rafe was bad news what was he doing talking to your sweet self?

JJ continued clearing glasses so he could go back and wash them. He couldn’t clear the bad feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. When he looked over at you again his heart broke a little bit at the sight of you throwing your head back in a laugh. Your hand was holding Rafe’s arm and Rafe was smiling as you laughed.

JJ clenched his jaw. Yeah you weren’t his but he was still jealous. He should be the one making you laugh not Rafe. He couldn’t stand it so he went in the kitchen and started washing glasses.

JJ was told to come back out and clear more glasses only a few minutes into washing. With a sigh JJ ventured out into the party. He glanced in your direction and what he saw made his heart stop.

Rafe was putting a tablet in your drink. He was showing you something on his phone with the other hand. JJ froze, he didn’t know what to do but he knew he couldn’t just stand there and let you get drugged.

JJ’s blood was boiling. How dare Rafe try and take advantage of you. Rafe is gonna loose his head because JJ was gonna rip it from his body. JJ legs were running faster than his mind.

JJ’s heart dropped to his feet when he saw you take a drink. JJ raced over there in record time. He put his hand on the small of your back and took the drink away from you. He then dumped it on the floor and threw the glass at Rafe.

JJ took hold of your arms and told you to stay there. He then punched Rafe right in the face. He grabbed Rafe by the collar and said, “If I ever see you go near her again I will kill you,” he spat.

“Come on angel let me take care of you.”

You didn’t know what to think one minute you were there talking to Rafe and the next JJ was here ushering you away. You felt like you were drunk.

You felt safe with JJ. His presence was comforting. So you let him take you away from the party.

With great difficulty JJ got you to the château. You were slurring your words and JJ did his best to hold you up.

“In here pretty lady,” JJ ushered you into his room at the château.

“You smell good,” you mumbled.

JJ laughed, “alright just lay down now.”

“I feel dizzy,” you held your head.

“I know I know everything will be better in the morning you just need to rest,” JJ assured.

“Let’s get your shoes off,” JJ added.

JJ took off your shoes and then tucked you into his bed. He wanted to make sure that you were safe and out of harms way. You were the girl of his dreams. He felt like he needed to protect you.

“Goodnight Y/N, go to sleep,” JJ whispered.

Your head was spinning and you didn’t know what to do other than sleep. So eventually you went to sleep, breathing in JJ’s scent.

JJ went to go sleep on the couch. He wanted to give you your space. He wanted to be there and watch on you but he decided to do that from a far. JJ didn’t want to overwhelm you.

——————

You woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom. The light from the sun shined through the window causing you to wake up. Your head was pounding. Your body was aching. You didn’t know where you were.

You looked around the room confused as to how you got there. You were scared because you didn’t remember leaving midsummers.

JJ was on the couch when you entered the living room.

“Hey stranger,” JJ called.

“JJ?”

“Yep.”

“Do you know what the heck happened?” You asked.

“Um well first I think you should sit down,” JJ ushered you to sit next to him.

“Ok.”

“Alright you were at midsummers talking to Rafe. And he was trying to drug you. He put something in your drink and I couldn’t get to you in time before you took a drink. But luckily I finally got to you and got you out of there. I safely brought you here and let you sleep it off in my bed,” JJ explained.

“Woah,” you took a moment to let his words sink in.

“I’m glad you were there to save me,” you were feeling appreciative.

“I’d do anything for you you know that right,” JJ stated.

“I do now,” you responded.

“Can I kiss you?” JJ asked.

“Mhmm.”

JJ leaned in and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle and JJ kissed you with care. Like if he kissed you any harder you might break. Your lips moved together in sync. He cupped your cheek, thumb moving on your face.

When he pulled away you were both breathless. You looked into JJ’s blue eyes and fell in love. You could swim in his eyes. You had a new found appreciation for JJ. He saved you from what could have been a terrible situation, and for that you were eternally grateful.

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A CASE OF LIMERENCE | Chapter Ten

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A/N: Listen - it's almost half past one am here, I can barely see, got work tomorrow and I tried to edit this as best as I could. That being said: I am obsessed with this chapter. Okay. Hope you enjoy ✨ I am going to bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: MDNI! graphic sexual content: characters being horny, oral (fem receiving), fingering, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, suggestive language, mentions of birth control (lmk if something's missing)

Sarah is singing Happy Birthday from the top of her lungs; the grin on her pretty face growing with each passing second. When she’s done, they laugh so hard, Leni’s got tears in her eyes. The memory of last night slowly fades away from her mind, especially the hours she spent in the shower rubbing JJ off her skin.

“What are you doing out so early?” Sarah asks once she notices Leni isn’t in her stuffy hotel room, but on her bike, speeding down the streets of the island.

“Buying myself a birthday present.” 

“Ooh. And what will you be treating yourself to?”

“Plan B.” Leni says casually. “And some Sour Patch Kids.”

Sarah suddenly grows very quiet. When their gazes meet, there’s a perplexed look on her face and headphones in her ears, “Explain? Please?” 

“I had sex with JJ.” Leni sighs, her mind already alight with memories from the previous night and she really doesn’t want to relive every single detail, but the words are already falling out of her mouth and before she knows it, Leni’s recounted the entire thing. 

“Maybe he was nervous?” 

“Well yeah - he came right inside me - of course he was nervous.” 

“I meant him being bad at… sex, but yeah that tracks too.” 

Another sigh tears straight out of Leni’s throat. Suddenly she feels very tired and the barely four hours of sleep she somehow managed to get aren’t doing her any favors. 

“You want me to cancel tonight? We can just stay in your room, order junk food and watch crappy movies.” Sarah smiles kindly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes like it usually does. This whole entire thing is worrying her and Leni absolutely hates putting her best friend in this state. Especially after how hard she tried to get her and JJ together. “Or! Or - and I think you’re gonna like this one - Rafe gave me back my keys to Tannyhill.” The mention of his name sends a spiral of shivers down Leni’s spine. “So, how about we throw a little pool party? Girls only. Just like old times.” 

The corners of Leni’s lips perk up a little - it’s a rather tempting idea and she knows it would be a lot more fun than having to spend the rest of her birthday making sure things between her and JJ are cool, but…

Rafe.  

He’s definitely going to be there; lurking from the windows of one of the many rooms in Tannyhill and even though the thought creates a warm feeling in the bottom of her belly, Leni is still not ready to face him again. At least not this soon. Not when the memory of her embarrassing mewl is still so fresh in her mind. 

“I dunno, Sar.” 

“Oh come on! You said you miss the place!”

“I do, but-” 

“I get it. You wanna see JJ.” 

Leni blinks. No, she doesn’t. As a matter of fact, she wants to unsee him; permanently erase the memory of him digging inside her vagina and replace it with -

Rafe. 

Breathless, she watches his name flash across her phone as if manifested. “There’s no shame in liking him.” Sarah’s voice echoes back inside her head and suddenly she remembers they’re still on a call. “Besides, you can teach him the things you like. I’m sure he’ll appreciate a lesson or two.”

Leni is playing it cool -  returns to her hotel room, takes the pill, opens the bag of Sour Patch Kids and just stares at Rafe’s Instagram profile until the screen goes black. Then, she changes out of her clothes; picks an outfit for the party; Facetimes her parents; avoids questions about Rose; watches an episode of her show and only when she’s completely out of things to pretend to occupy herself with, decides to hit accept on Rafe’s request.

And follow him back. 

She blinks. 

They’re mutuals now.

It’s strange - knowing him for such an incredibly long time; her entire life almost, but only now getting a glimpse of his social media. Sure, she’s gotten a few insights over the years: a screenshot or a silly video Sarah would send for the sole purpose of making fun of him or the stupid captions he’d make. 

He used to be so… cringey, so patronizing. With his stupid pastel polo shirts and ugly boat shoes; using every chance he’d get to call Sarah a bitch or humiliate her in one way or the other. Their arguments echo in Leni’s head as if they only happened yesterday. A mix of volatile screaming and bitter tears, always ending with Sarah threatening to tell their dad.

Rafe’s mouth would always fall slack when she’d say that. As if betrayed by her sudden decision to break one of their unspoken rules, he’d clench his jaw before stomping his feet on the way out of whatever room he had previously cornered them in. 

This is the person she likes. 

This is the asshole she can’t help lusting after.

And maybe that’s all that it is - crazy, stupid lust because it’s been a while since she’s had sex. Good sex. Brilliant sex. The kind that leaves her legs shaky for days and she can’t stop thinking about the things that are going to be done to her next. Or maybe her heart’s been broken to oblivion. Broken to the point where it’s affecting her mind and ability to think properly so now she’s got no other choice but to spiral after her best friend’s psychotic brother.

But he’s not psychotic. 

Rafe’s soft, toothy smile flashes before Leni’s eyes and her heart skips a beat. 

She wants to cry at the memory of the weight of his gaze. Those hauntingly blue eyes; dark and wild like the ocean on a stormy night and his hands - large and calloused - pulling at her waist, at her dress until he’s got her standing inches away from his face.

Leni wonders what his lips would’ve tasted like if he dared to kiss her. She imagines him tilting his head; thumb and forefinger angling her chin towards him - closer and closer- and he tastes clean. Like Coke or some fruity soft drink his friends would make fun of him for having. He’s soft, the kiss light and somewhat reluctant, but only for the first few seconds. 

The moment he feels her hands pressed against his chest is the moment Rafe deepens the kiss. He sticks his fingers between the loose, messy strands of Leni’s hair, while the others grip her waist so tightly, she thinks they might leave bruises. His tongue pushes her mouth open and he groans inside her throat - needy and desperate; hand suddenly bunching the corners of her dress; pulling the material over her hips and shoving his leg between thighs. 

She’s rubbing herself against him; each movement eliciting a round of deep, frantic moans that tear apart at her throat and leave the material of her thong in sopping ruins. His mouth is on her neck now - tracing her skin with wet, open mouthed kisses that fog her brain to the point she no longer has one. 

“Look at you. Look how desperate you are for me. How needy.” Rafe whispers in her ear; rough and patronizing as his thumb draws circles over her thong. The touch makes her hips buck forward and she mewls -  a loud, shameless one that makes him smirk darkly. “If I’d known you wanted my cock this badly I would’ve fucked you ages ago.” 

He removes his legs from between her thighs and for a brief terrorizing second, leaves Leni in complete and utter shambles. “Rafe,” She whimpers his name, practically on the verge of pleading. This isn’t fair; he promised her a present and now he’s making her beg and she’s going to; she’ll get on her knees and plead until her mouth is so full of him she can no longer think straight, but he’s got other plans. 

Pressing her against the window pane, Rafe pulls the dress over her head - leaving her in nothing but her thong and he’s kissing her again - except this time his lips inspect every needy inch of her body. Humming, he circles his tongue against her nipple; licking all the way down to the soft skin of her navel before burying his face between her legs. 

His blue eyes never leave her. They loom over her face as he eats her out like his life depends on it; like he hasn’t had a meal in days and she’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Her nails scratch at his buzzed head, gently tucking him closer until he’s decided to insert one of his fingers. 

The pressure that his touch elicits, along with the roughness of his tongue against her folds have Leni throwing her head back; practically slamming it against the window and she can no longer keep it in. She screams; frantic loud moans echoing across the entire dark room and his hand flies forward: a single calloused palm tightly pressed against her mouth, quieting her. 

“Oh you liked that, didn’t you sweetheart?” He slides a second finger inside her, fastening his pace and forcing yet another earth shattering moan out of her throat. “Shh - look at you going crazy and I still haven’t even put it in yet.” Rafe smiles, satisfied at the way he’s making her act right now and fuck she wants him. His fingers aren’t enough; they will never be enough. 

She needs him: hard and thick and throbbing inside her. 

And like he can read her mind, he unzips his pants in one single movement - exposing the enviable length of his cock and the way it presses itself against his taut stomach. Practically salivating, she finds herself reaching over to him - eager to feel his hardness between his fingers, but he’s got other ideas. 

He slides himself between her folds over and over until she has no other choice but to shamelessly mewl for him to stick it in. “Please… Rafe… please…” She pleads in between breathless sighs and he’s grinning now. He likes this; enjoys the sight of her begging for him. “I want you.”

“You want me?” Leni nods frantically at this question, fingers gently wrapping around his length and guiding him towards her sopping entrance. “No, baby. You don’t want me. You need me. Can’t even get wet without thinking about me. Look at me-” His hand touches her neck, gripping at it just enough so she would do as he says, “I want you to look at me, when you say it! Say that you need me!”

“I need you.” She mewls. 

“Where?” He grunts, rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance and teasing her to fucking oblivion, “Where do you need me, baby?” 

“I need you inside me. I need you so fucking bad. Please Rafe… please…” 

“Good girl. Say it again - say you need my cock.” She feels him push slowly inside her - thick and throbbing, ready to burst right then and there, but he won’t. He isn’t. 

But she is. 

Leni’s eyes fly open and she’s laying there - on her bed, breath heaving with her hand between her thighs. She feels like an earthquake has just pushed through her body, leaving her in a complete state of shock. 

It’s like her first orgasm all over again. 

Lazily, she pushes herself on her elbows; the TV is still playing an old Friends rerun that she put on mute the second the thought of Rafe filled her mind and fuck, fuck, fuck. 

She’s late. 

She is so fucking late. 

And then her phone lights up.

At the Chateau, Leni mixes cheap rose with fruit flavored sparkling water. Pope’s got the grill fired up and JJ and Kie were a whole hour late, but she really can’t be bothered with that when her mind; her gaze is focused elsewhere. 

The window. 

Specifically the one looking out the driveway.

“Hey Birthday Girl.” JJ snakes an arm around her waist, kissing her temple, but Leni’s eyes remain glued to the empty gravel road outside. She wonders what would happen; what everyone’s reactions would be like if suddenly a pair of bright headlights were to illuminate the darkly lit room they’re partying in. 

“Having fun?” JJ is now pulling her closer, eliciting unwanted memories of the night before and she really doesn’t want to be reminded of that; especially not with his semi-hardon pressing in the small of her back, but it’s not like she’s got a choice. 

“Of course.” Leni smiles - her mind still very present in the fantasy where the rumbling engine of Rafe’s truck quiets everyone and forces them to look outside. The commotion his unexpected appearance will cause is crystal clear in the back of her brain and she can already smell the random acts of machismo the boys will instantly put in play. 

“Sorry for being late.” As long as I’m not. “I was getting you this.” From the back pocket of his cargo shorts, JJ pulls out a book - its bright green cover capturing Leni’s attention almost immediately and making her heart drop.  

Normal People. 

He got her Normal People. 

“You got me a book.” 

“Uh, yeah. Do you like it? If you don’t - we can switch it for something else. We do have to take my boat though cause all the bookstores here only sell fishing manuals and-” Leni kisses him. 

“Thank you.” She’s smiling, “It’s my favorite.”

JJ grins, “Yeah I know.” 

Their eyes meet and - how can she not like him? How can she not like this sweet blubbering boy? Her fingers gently trace the crumpled bow that transforms the book into a present and no - JJ might not be able to give her an orgasm, but he can give her peace. Consideration. Stability. 

“I’m really sorry for last night.” He croaks suddenly, his voice barely a whisper and Leni shakes her head. 

“No! I’m sorry. I practically forced myself onto you.”

“Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” His hands find her waist. “I like it when a girl can take charge.” JJ’s lips lower onto hers and they’re kissing now - gently, with the patience of a thousand saints and maybe she doesn’t feel like ripping his clothes off, but she most definitely feels like this is the type of kiss she will remember forever.

“Are we looking for anything in particular?” Cleo’s voice startles her. 

Leni had been staring out the window again, but this time for a completely different reason. With prickling fingertips wrapped around a half empty glass, all she desperately hoped for was for Rafe to have not taken her seriously. To have read her message, rolled his eyes and continued doing whatever he did when he wasn’t wasting her time. 

And yet-

No.

No, no, no.

No more yets, no more chaos, no more Rafe. 

She turns to Cleo, her heart suddenly stuck in the middle of her throat. “If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anybody?” Cleo’s brows furrow at the question, her eyes carefully inspecting every inch of Leni’s startled face before nodding. “Promise!”

“Okay, okay - I promise.” 

Leni sighs. 

Pulls out her phone.

Shows Cleo the messages. 

When their eyes meet again, her friend’s jaw has fallen slack. 

“You can’t tell Sarah. You can’t tell no one. (“Babe-”) I swear to god Cleo, if you tell anyone about this I will tell the world that you’re in love with Pope.”

“I see why Rafe likes you so much.” 

“No, Cle, I’m serious-”

“Leni! Relax. Your secret’s safe with me.” Cleo bumps her hip playfully. “And who on earth told you I’m in love with Pope?!”

Leni laughs, “No one has to tell me anything when I’ve got eyes!”

“Well, at this point I hope you’re the only one who's got them. Shit’s starting to get dire.” 

“How dire are we talking exactly?”

“I can’t stop listening to The Prophecy.”

“Been there.” They grow quiet for a moment. The lyrics of Taylor Swift’s song involuntarily playing in the back of Leni’s mind as she squeezes Cleo’s hand. “It’ll get better. You’ll see.” 

“And if not - I’ll just live vicariously through you!”

“Me?!”

“Yes, you!” Cleo grins, the sudden excitement on her face strangely intoxicating. “Be honest - why were you really late?” Leni rolls her eyes before showing her the dozen of mirror photos she took before finally deciding on the one to send Rafe. “Oh, you want him bad.”

“Remind me to tell you about the birthday present he promised me.”   

Cleo’s eyes widen. 

“What’s going on over here?” Sarah swoops in just then, her arms almost immediately wrapping themselves around Leni’s waist. “Cle, are you trying to steal my best friend?” 

“Trying?”

“I was just showing Cleo photos from when we were kids.” The lie glides down her tongue with enviable swiftness and Leni really doesn’t like just how natural she is at this brand new hobby of hers. 

“Yeah - did you know your best friend happens to be Little Miss Psychological Warfare?”

“Oh I’m aware.” Sarah nods, the corners of her lips perked into a smile. “You should’ve seen the shit she’d pull on Rafe when he’d bully me.” 

Cleo’s gaze meets Leni’s. “Oh, tell me more!”

“It’s stupid.” Leni rolls her eyes, eager for the topic to change, but Sarah is far too eager. 

“She used to go into his room and rearrange his things. Like - move his little collectables, (“Hide his charger”) Mismatch his socks, (“Put pennies in his shoes”) There was this one time when he took this really gross photo of me and put it on the internet and Leni was so mad (“He called you fugly!”) Thank you for reminding me - anyways- Leni was so mad, she somehow found out his password, broke into his cloud account and started deleting photos. But not like all at once. On Monday she’d delete two from March, on Wednesday she’d delete four from November and so on and so on, until Rafe was like - convinced he was losing his mind.” 

Cleo blinks. 

“Oh! And speaking of losing his mind - the summer after that, he randomly decided to pour ice water on Leni and me while we were sunbathing, so the following night Leni had the neighbor’s dog piss into a cup and she poured that piss in Rafe’s bed while he was sleeping so the next morning when he woke up he thought he’d peed himself.” 

“Yeah and then he found it was me and threatened to cut my hair in my sleep if I ever pulled that shit again.”  

Sarah laughs. 

“So, you’re an insane person.” Cleo says. 

“No. I just don’t like it when people fuck with my best friend.” 

“Oh that reminds me,” Sarah says suddenly, “Rafe’s seeing someone.”

Leni’s heart skips a beat. 

“What?” 

“Yeah, he just posted her on his story.”

She can’t believe her eyes. 

That asshole.

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Crash!Series - Part One: Test Flight

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You’re excited this morning, Manny can tell. It’s in the way you move around his kitchen, the bounce in your step, the smile on your face. He’d love to accredit it to this morning’s activities but he knows better.

This is about flying.

You’re test driving a new chopper today, one that’s been donated to the Search and Rescue team by Nozzle. For them it’s outdated but for SAR it’s an upgrade from the current model they use, they’ve chosen you as a former coast guard pilot to put her through her paces before they accept ‘the gift’.

For Nozzle it’s part of a PR campaign to clear up their image after the debacle with the winery. Faye’s company had taken a huge hit after that fire had gotten out of control, they’ve been trying to claw back their reputation ever since.

Manny hates the thought of you being used like that but the thing is he kind of gets it. There aren’t many female pilots out there, especially not working SAR. It helps that you’re photogenic, which is why the public relations team for Search and Rescue have thrust you into the limelight.

“If it boosts awareness and fundraising for Search and Rescue than I’m happy to do it.” You’d told him after Luke Leone had approached you about it. “I don’t give two shits about Nozzle.”

Faye has offered you a job three times, flying rescue for her concierge firefighting service and each time you’ve turned her down. You’re not interested the privatisation of rescue services, you care about saving people, making sure they get home to their families after the worst day of their lives. Manny’s built the same way. It’s part of the reason he loves you, you feel that calling the same way he does.

“I love this mood on you.” Manny tells you as he places his hands on your hips. Your fingers thread through his hair, drawing him closer and he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat as your fingertips trace over that sensitive space at the nape of his neck. “I love how happy you get when you fly.”

Flying is in your blood, it has been ever since you were a little girl up in your father’s crop-duster in Iowa. He’d been Airforce before he’d retired, so had your grandfather, you’d been all set to follow in their footsteps until a Coastguard recruiter came to your high school. It was love from the very moment you climbed into a chopper. You’d dedicated every aspect of your career working towards that goal and once you’d achieved it you’d never looked back.

“Imagine how excited I’ll be when I get back.” You tease, your lithe body arching against his. “I’ll need a little help working out all that adrenaline.”

You always get a little wild after you’ve been flying, it gives you a thrill you can’t get anywhere else and Manny he always reaps the benefits. The last time he’d picked you up from the hanger you hadn’t even made it home. He’d ended up pulling into a secluded layby because you’d spent most of the journey whispering into his ear and caressing him through his jeans. He’d fucked you in the cab of his truck, the windows steaming up as country music played on the radio.

Your phone chimes and Manny pulls away reluctantly because it’s your calendar reminding you that you have exactly thirty minutes to get to the hanger for preflight photographs.

“I have to go.” You murmur, glancing at the notification before slipping the phone back into your pocket.

“I’ll be listening over the radio. ” He tells you, picking up his coffee mug and leaning back against the counter as he watches you pick up your keys and motorcycle helmet.  “We can celebrate tonight after I get off my shift from Three Rock.”

“I would like that very much Captain Perez.” You say, raising up on your tiptoes so that you can press a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Stay safe out there today.” He whispers, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek.

“Always.” You promise before giving him one last kiss for the road.

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Is Your Secrets - Sarah Cameron x Reader

Dear Reader Duology: Part 1, Part 2

Summary: For 16 days Sarah has absolutely no explanation as to where you are. She knows, but not from you. And it's killing her. The uncertainty of what she's done to your relationship and where you both stand is killing her. And when you finally make it back home? You both have to face down the future of your relationship and what that will look like.

Word Count: 5.2k+

TWs/CWs: She/her pronouns used, adult/profane language, descriptions of relationship issues/relationship deterioration, mentions of hospice/a funeral (not extensive or central), making up from a relationship, not fully flushed out

Note: Lmaooooo I didn't feel like waitinggggggggg! Part 2 of the Sarah Cameron installment of the Dear Reader duology series I have going on here on Tumblr. Happy pride: go lesbians, go. Again, if I'm lucky I'll get Kie's out before pride month is over.

“What the hell? Where is my girlfriend?” Sarah demanded when JJ and Kiara emerged from the trees without you. Both had grim looks on their faces and Sarah had a spinning anxiety threatening to take out her legs. She watched as the couple exchanged a glance and her eyes hardened almost immediately into a glare. She folded her arms tightly across her chest. “This isn’t funny. Where is she?”

“She…had to leave, Sarah,” Kie said eventually.

“What?” Sarah asked.

“She’s having a family thing. It’s…bad,” JJ said.

“What the fuck are you talking about? No, she didn't, she would’ve told me,” Sarah said defensively.

“She just got the text, Sar. Right before she ran off,” Kie explained.

“No. She would’ve had me take her. What are you even saying?” she asked.

JJ went to reply but Kiara grabbed her boyfriend’s arm squeezing it, as if in warning. It didn’t go unnoticed by Sarah, but she didn’t get why. She shook her head and turned towards John B. He nodded encouragingly, smiling and patting her shoulder.

“Go call her and see what’s up,” he encouraged.

Offering him a smile of thanks she walked off, dialing your number within moments and holding it to her hair. It rang once…twice…a third time…a fourth time…then? It was sent to voicemail. Sarah bit her lip, immediately worried.

“Hey, baby? What’s up? Where did you go? Are you okay? Kie said you have a family thing going on,” she said, drumming her nails against her leg. “I’m worried. Call me back okay? Just let me know what you need so I can help you.”

She hung up and walked back over to her friends. “Did she answer?” Cleo asked.

“No,” Sarah said, shaking her head.

Cleo sighed and got up. “I’ll try to call her,” she assured Sarah before walking off.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Sarah,” Pope offered. “She just has to deal with her family stuff. You know she’s not just gonna run on you.”

Sarah turned her head over towards Cleo who glanced back in Sarah’s direction. She shook her head and lowered the phone. Obviously, you hadn’t answered, then. Sarah’s hands sat on her hips and she started drumming her fingers more insistently. She took out her phone after a few seconds of thought and started firing off a series of texts to you.

Hey, where did you go?? JJ and Kie said something’s wrong?? Why aren’t you answering??

I love you, baby. Just call me back please.

I just wanna know that you’re okay. You don’t even have to tell me what’s wrong.

I’m supposed to be there for you, peach.

For a moment, Sarah paused and looked up at her friends. “What did she say was wrong?” Sarah asked.

Again, Kie stopped JJ from speaking. “She didn’t say anything. She showed us the text she got,” Kie explained. “Her aunt’s collapsed. It looks like she’s…potentially not gonna make it this time…”

“Shit,” Sarah hissed before taking her phone out, trying to call you again. Again, you did not answer. She left another message. And with that, she started firing off another round of texts.

Kie just told me your aunt collapsed. Do you need me to get us over to the mainland tomorrow? Are you going on the last boat? Do you want me to come? What’s up? What do you need? I don’t want to overwhelm you I just know how hard this is.

So just tell me what you need, okay?

I love you. I wanna support you.

I can be there by the morning. Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you, right?

Sarah made a final attempt to call. This time she didn’t bother to leave another voicemail when there was no answer. She looked over at Kie, face pleading for some answer that she knew well that her friend could not provide. Or would not even if she could do it. She looked back down at her phone, shaking her head, firing off a few more texts.

My love, you’re scaring me. I hate to think that you’re out there overwhelmed like this and that you’re alone.

Please talk to me, peach.

“Sarah,” Kie said cautiously. “She just texted me.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. She hated the sound of that and the nervous energy that filled her at that. “What did she say?” Sarah asked, worried.

Kie didn’t say anything, instead, she simply held the phone out for Sarah to read. So, Sarah had to read the text with her own two eyes. She had to come to terms with the fact that she saw that this was what you said. She had to acknowledge that this was what you meant.

Tell her not to come.

It felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped into her stomach and fell all the way to her feet. “Hey,” Pope said optimistically. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“Right,” John B said automatically, nodding in agreement. “Probably just gonna be crowded at the hospital with her aunt. Less to worry about. Nothing about you, Sarah. She’s crazy about you.”

Cleo and Kie exchanged a look and Kie swatted at JJ as he made a noise. “What, JJ?” Sarah asked, overly defensive immediately.

“Nothing, Sarah. Just try to understand that her aunt is dying. Of course, she doesn’t need to worry about you. But we should be worried about her, shouldn’t we?” he posed, voice dripping disdain even as he kept his face neutral.

Despite the urge to snap back at him, Sarah knew that it was largely just her anxiety tempting her towards it. She simply squeezed her hip with one hand and gripped her phone with the other. She offered a curt nod. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said. “I’m gonna head back though and see if she went to our apartment first.”

“Sarah…she didn’t,” Kie said, sounding like she hated even saying it. “She’s on the ferry already. Heading over. Just…give her a little space right now. She’ll reach out when she’s ready. Give her a break. It’s been…hard.”

“What are you saying? What has been hard?” Sarah asked, looking suspiciously at Kiara.

“Look, Sarah. Let’s take you home,” John B said, clapping her on the shoulder. “You are way too worried about this right now. You need to decompress. You’re not gonna do that here.”

Sarah offered him a scathing glare. “I need to know if my girlfriend's okay,” Sarah retorted.

“No, you need to listen to Kie and give your girlfriend a damn chance to get through this. And she wants to do it without you right now. And you need to respect that,” JJ said bluntly, ever willing to push her buttons regardless of how painful it might be to do so.

“And we’re done here,” Kie said with fake cheer, clapping JJ’s shoulder before beginning to bodily drag him away. She threw a final look back at Sarah and a last piece of advice. “Just give her a bit. She’ll be back when her family's stuff's set.”

Regardless of what Sarah wanted, she knew that she had no other choice. She knew that her friends were right, whether more softly presented like Kie or more harshly presented like JJ. So, when she went home again, to an empty bed that should’ve had you sleeping beside her, warm and safe, she was determined to be patient. You’d reach out when you needed her. And you did. You did need her. At least…she hoped you did. Suddenly, she felt swept over by a tidal wave of doubt as she sat alone in your shared apartment.

Sarah was not unaware that she hadn’t been the best version of herself with you for the past month. No, she was entirely aware that this was the worst girlfriend she’d ever been to you. And she hated herself for it. But she truly, truly felt like she had to. After all, as much as she often…hated her brother…hated everything about the way he acted and the person he portrayed himself to be…the last conversation they’d had together had left an impact. Something that she had no doubt he’d be delighted to know.

“You know, you’re a lot more like me than you’d like to admit, Sarah. A lot more like Dad. It’s about time that you stop lying to yourself that you’re some normal little good girl, isn’t it? We’re all adults now,” Rafe had sneered on their monthly call that both of them hated, yet neither seemed to be able to stop.

“You’re a crazy, possessive dick, Rafe,” she’d pointed out, with her teeth grit. “I’m nothing like you. And I’m not some selfish…clingy asshole like Dad, either.”

Rafe had chuckled on the other end of the phone and something about the sound had set her teeth on edge. “Oh that’s so sweet that you think so,” he had cooed sarcastically. “But you should take a look at the way you treat that little girlfriend of yours before you start running your mouth over who acts possessive and crazy…or selfish and clingy. You want that girl to be about you 24/7 and if she isn’t you got a problem with it.”

Sarah rolled her eyes at her brother. “Yeah, no. I don’t think it’s weird that I’m excited to be with my girlfriend actually. Some of us are emotionally mature and actually grew up and have partners that we love,” she had said, the words caustic and barbed.

“Ah, well, commitment’s overrated,” Rafe drawled down the line. Sarah had been furious to hear his smug amusement at her easily triggered anger at that moment. “I bet you don’t even realize how bad it is. You probably don’t go even five minutes without touching her if you’re in the same room.” He let out a hum that had Sarah’s hair standing on end. “You probably couldn’t even stop yourself if you tried. I feel bad for her, I do. I’m sure that your girlfriend hates it. Even if she’s too nice to say it to you.”

At that point, the conversation had devolved largely into her yelling at her brother to stop being such a jackass and grow up and a bunch of other childish and otherwise unhelpful things that only could be dragged out of her by her siblings. Even so, knowing that Rafe was an idiot and a loser and always wrong more or less, the words had haunted her. They stuck to her brain. And part of her knew that he was right. She was clingy. Some probably would call her obsessive. She did feel like she had to be touching you every moment that she could be—it helped her feel sane for God’s sake. And sure she hated when Kiara looked at you for too long even though it was more likely that you’d both run away and elope with a literal fish before even looking at each other that way. So maybe she was a bit possessive at times. But you were the best thing that had ever happened to her. So sue her. Of course she was.

At that moment, it struck her.

And damn it all to hell because Rafe was right and she was just a bit psychotic when it came to you.

And damn it all to a deeper part of hell because he was also probably right about you hating it.

She tried her best to dissuade herself from that being the truth. But, over the following days after that first conversation with her brother, she recognized it more. The pattern of borderline obsession with you. Not to an unhealthy degree, not really. But enough that she somehow felt like a part of her was missing when she didn’t get to touch you every ten minutes or so when you were with each other. And that scared her. It scared her a lot. She’d worked so hard through her late teenage years and into her early twenties to become strong and independent. And in the last two years with you, it had dismantled every wall she’d ever built. You felt too entwined with her; it was like she didn’t know where you ended and where she began.

Sarah would admit it: she got scared.

Sarah would admit it: she was a coward.

Sarah would admit it: she ran in every way but literally.

At the drop of a dime, despite the fact it almost felt like going through literal withdrawal at first, she started distancing herself from you. From her peach. From the sweetest and best thing that had ever entered her life. She told herself it was to give you space. It was to give you the freedom to choose to bridge that gap and make the connection with you both. That was a lie though. That was the lie that she told herself even as she pulled away as you tried to make contact, even as she ignored you and flaked on plans and lied about where she was. Because if there was one thing that Sarah couldn’t shake—not fully, at least—it was the ability to blow up things that were important to her when they got too serious. Sure, it had taken two years this time, but she still did it.

But, hey, consistency was key when it came to destroying your life, right?

Then, it felt like she couldn’t stop. She felt awful that first week and wanted to stop. Going into the second week she told herself every day she needed to cut the shit out. And going into the third week it was the same song and dance to. Every time she said it she vowed she would. Every vow she made to do better she completely threw away for fear that she could not name.

So, she was completely aware that she deserved the silence that she got from you. She’d earned it even. But, even so, it burned her. It pissed her off and it terrified her and she was terrified for you and it all turned her stomach into knots that she felt would never go away. And the days dragged on like this. One day into five. Five into nine. She felt like she was going absolutely insane. Not a word from you. Not to her at least. Kie would get an update every four days or so it seemed like. Sarah desperately tried to act like it didn’t bother her but it stung. Already she’d mentally returned herself to the place of I don’t deserve this in a last ploy to avoid the depth of fear and feelings surrounding all of this. And she stewed in that instead of moping around too much. She avoided people the first nine days of you being gone, but by then her friends had informed her quite plainly that if she didn’t voluntarily come out with her they’d actually kidnap her this time. So, she’d agreed.

That’s what brought Sarah out to dinner with her friends. It was nothing big. It was literally just at the Wreck. Even so, dragging her there felt like a trial from the devil himself for a moment there. She sat, tense and generally off from her normal self. Everyone politely seemed to be ignoring it, even as she snapped and complained far more than she’d ever done even before she’d met all of them. Everyone except JJ who seemed almost personally offended by Sarah’s literal existence today. So, she made it her personal mission to ignore him altogether.

“Hey, Kie, have you heard from her?” Sarah asked quietly as the conversation began splitting off after they’d all placed their orders.

“Nothing today, no,” Kiara denied, while JJ scoffed. “Jayj, stop.”

“No. Got something to say, Maybank?” Sarah asked flatly, practically itching to take her anger out on something at that moment.

JJ looked her over as if she were the least interesting thing he’d ever set eyes on then shook his head. “Nothing worth it,” he scoffed before taking a drink from the bottle in front of him.

Sarah raised a brow. “No. Do go on,” she insisted.

“You’re pissed that she’s gone, yeah?” JJ posed. “It’s been two weeks of her dealing with a family crisis that might as well have arrived outta nowhere, yeah?” He scoffed. “Not even two full weeks yet.”

“What’s your point?” Sarah asked, gritting her teeth.

“My point is that you start talking about how she’s been gone so long, and this, that the other. And you’re saying it all like you weren’t practically throwing her away the past month she was here. And yes I said throwing her away because some of the shit had long surpassed pushing her away,” JJ pointed out, voice acidic but truthful. “And you know damn well I’m right, here, Cameron. You do. The problem is that’s just the stuff you were doing in front of us. So I’m sure you were doing worse when y’all were alone. And all my love, of course, Sarah. But at the end of the day? If you’re being as shitty a girlfriend to her as I even think you’re being? I hope she doesn’t come back again. I hope she doesn’t answer you. And I hope you figure out what the fuck got you so flighty when you’ve been happily held down the past two years by a woman you like…are obsessed with.”

“Why don’t we all take a step back here,” Cleo suggested, stepping in front of Sarah. Sarah hadn’t even realized that she’d moved. “Before things get more heated.” Sarah’s glare didn’t move from JJ. Cleo squeezed her shoulder. “Come on. Sarah.”

After another moment, Sarah cut her eyes over toward Cleo. She scoffed and pulled roughly away from her friends. “Fuck you, JJ,” she snapped as she stormed over to the door.

“Sarah,” Kie called after her.

But, Sarah didn’t reply. Instead, she stormed her way home and stewed in her anger, sadness, and hurt. It was easy to be angry. Very easy. It was probably the strongest thing passed down through her family. It was easier to stay attached to the anger than it was to try and reckon with JJ’s words…his accusations. Yes, it was far easier considering the voice in the back of her head that informed her plainly and repeatedly just how right JJ had been. So, instead of facing that, she happily stuck to the anger she felt at your perceived abandonment of her. She’d lost a lot in her life. You knew that. And now, what? She was expected to be okay with losing you? When she loved you, her precious girlfriend, more than anything else? No matter what the back of her mind reminded her of—her poor treatment of you—she couldn’t think beyond the threat of losing you.

The cycle went on like that

Despite every instinct in her mind, Sarah called you. She knew damn well that you wouldn’t answer. But, she just had to hear your voice on the voicemail. Just for a moment. She let out a shaky sigh as she heard your voice, telling her that you were sorry for missing the call and that you’d call her back if she just left a message after the beep. Your voice was so light, you were so full of joy. Sarah longed to have that happiness coloring your tone again. She longed to be the reason you were that happy again. At the sound of the beep, Sarah paused, unable to hang up.

“Hey, peach,” she said, the words practically squeaking out of her mouth. “I know you’re busy. Everyone says that you’re dealing with the family stuff on the mainland. I know. I get that. I’m sorry. I just…I just needed to hear your voice with the voicemail. I love you. I’m sorry. Please…I know I don’t deserve it. And I know that…I don’t want to make this about me. But…just…when you come back…let me talk to you. Please. Let me fix things. I love you so much. I can…I can explain everything about how fucking awful I’ve been. And I promise that I’m not gonna make excuses. I just…you deserve to know.” She let out a shaking breath. “I love you. I miss you. I…I can’t wait to see you again, my love.”

After that, Sarah hung up again, practically flinging the phone away from her. She took a few deep breaths and wiped away tears from her face that she hadn’t even realized had fallen. She forced herself to muster all of her strength and stopped crying. She stopped letting herself feel the hulking weight of her upset and instead laid down in her bed. She curled up in a ball and didn’t let herself cry, but instead forced herself to sleep. It was much, much easier that way—less pain gripping at her throat threatening to pull her under the weight of her own sadness and crush her. So, sleeping it was.

Even so, the last thing on her mind as she drifted off to sleep was you.

Nine days turned quickly into sixteen. And suddenly, it had been half a damn month since Sarah had seen or spoken to her girlfriend. It was killing her. By then, her friends were making a much more concentrated effort to try and make her feel better. Even JJ by then was trying to give Sarah something to smile about and distract her from your conspicuous and extended absence from her life. The most recent attempt was today, with Kie and Cleo dragging her down to the beach with the guys to look for sea glass they could use to make some new jewelry for each other. There also was the side quest of meeting the new girl that John B had been getting to know and definitely getting to be smitten with.

But, hours later, when the sun was burning high, her pockets were full of sea glass and her shoes full of sand, the mission got thrown to the wayside. It had been great hanging out with everyone. For once she’d been wholly distracted. Hell, she’d even found herself getting along well with the new girl that John B was seeing—she was sweet, really. But none of that mattered when she saw you at the end of the beach, walking towards them. She froze like a statue, brain overwhelmed so completely that it shut off entirely.

Naturally, everyone’s attention turned in your direction when they noticed the near-comical freeze from Sarah. You simply gave a half-smile when you realized that your friends had spotted you. One of your hands was shoved into your pocket, the other held a bouquet of dahlias that could only have come from your family’s flower shop—the shop that had been closed for two weeks now, much to the disappointment of the island. Your eyes were downcast, protected by sunglasses against the midday rays. Sarah blinked once, twice, a third time. You were beautiful and perfect and terrible and she missed you and she hated you and she loved you more than anything in this world and she didn’t know how to feel anymore. So, quite simply, she decided not to think about it. To not feel like she had to know anything. She just acted.

Sarah’s feet carried her forward on instinct towards you, slowly at first. But then she was booking it across the sandy beach to you. She threw herself at you, arms wrapping around you in the tightest hug she’d maybe ever given you, practically shaking. You wrapped your arms firmly around her, holding her tightly against you, and let her bury her head in your neck for a moment. Even in doing so, you had the presence of mind to not crush the dahlias, intent on them being perfect when you actually handed them over to Sarah. The pair of you were silent for an extended moment, just holding each other with your eyes closed.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted her, sounding utterly exhausted. Somehow that broke Sarah’s heart even more.

“Hi, peach,” she replied, voice wavering. “I missed you. So much.”

“Missed you too, Sar,” you assured her. She pulled back and looked at you, stroking your face with one hand, the other wrapped around the back of your neck. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m sorry,” Sarah said, tearfully.

Your brow knit together. “Why?” you asked, looking—and feeling—genuinely confused.

“You’re the love of my life and I have been awful for the past month. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you hadn’t come back. You deserve so much better than I was giving you. And if you give me another chance then I promise you that I’ll do better. I love you so fucking much and I’m not ashamed of or embarrassed of you and you’re worth every ounce of effort and love that I give and I never ever, ever want you to doubt that,” Sarah declared. The words flowed from her mouth in a waterfall. “I’m sorry that I ever made you feel any differently. The love that I have for you…it isn’t…it shouldn’t be…it isn’t a secret.”

“Sar…baby…I was just dealing with hospice and the funeral the past few weeks,” you said, sounding tired, stroking her cheek in return. You sighed. “Yeah, you were out of it. You’re allowed to be.” You scoffed. “I just didn’t check in for two weeks, baby. That’s worse.”

Sarah shook her head in refusal. “No. You were dealing with your family, it’s not,” she declined. She saw you open your mouth and shook her head again. “And you needed to do it alone and I respect that and don’t feel any type of anger about it. I was just being awful because I was insecure and felt like I was too clingy. I should’ve been there for you.”

“Sar…stop,” you said, frowning seriously at her. “I didn’t want you to be there. I didn’t want anyone to be there. I was angry. I was upset. And I was stupid and wanted to handle it myself. That has nothing to do with you or our relationship, baby. I promise. Who cares if you dropped my fucking hand? This isn’t the music video for fucking All Too Well. You’re not Jake Gyllenhaal. This isn’t a Taylor Swift song, baby. This is real life. You’re allowed to be distant every once in a while. And I can tell you all about everything later. And I will. But we didn’t both need to go through it.” You blew out a sigh. “At least that’s how I felt when I was leaving. So it was what I maintained. I know that it hurt you…and for that I’m sorry. I’m not gonna do it again. I promise you that. And I also promise that I will tell you everything later.”

Despite her best effort, Sarah felt her bottom lip quivering. There was much that needed to be unpacked. Much that needed to be discussed. But, all Sarah could focus on at this moment was the stark relief that she felt. Her relationship wasn’t in danger. Her love for you wasn’t in question. She sagged against you, eyes wet with unshed tears, and looked at you with the ghost of a smile threatening to take over.

“You promise?” Sarah asked you quietly, needing the verbal confirmation.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. “I promise you. I’ll tell you everything. And you can tell me whatever you were saying you had to in your last voicemail. We’re gonna talk, Sarah. This isn’t the end of anything.” The words came out strong and assuring. “You are way more important to me than my own ego. Our relationship is more important to me than any fight we’d ever have. I love you, Sarah. And if I have been reminded of anything in the past few weeks? Life is way too goddamn short to waste time on this when I just want to love you.” You pressed another soft kiss to her lips that she tried to chase you down to continue. You smiled as you pulled away. “We can work it out later on, baby. Okay?”

Sarah nodded. “Okay,” she agreed softly, leaning her forehead against yours.

“For now I just want to be with you. Okay?” you posed.

“Okay,” she agreed, squeezing your hand in hers. Silently, you extended your hand, the dahlias—perfectly preserved due to your carefulness—being offered to Sarah in a silent apology. Sarah sniffled. “What do dahlias mean again?” She knew, of course. Dahlias were your favorite flower. She had them memorized as well as she had you memorized by now. But she just needed to be sure that you really, truly still felt the same way about her.

“Beauty, kindness, love…lifelong commitment…devotion,” you said softly, pressing tiny kisses to her lips between the last three. “And in this case? They’re just a plain old apology from me to you, Sarah Cameron.”

“They’re perfect,” Sarah said, looking down at the perfect blooms in her hand, wiping her tears away.

“No, that’s just you,” you denied. You smiled at her, soft and sweet. “I wanna hang out for a little while before I head back. Get the verbal lashings from Kie and Cleo out of the way. And JJ’s passive aggressiveness. Then…if…if you want…it can be just you and me tonight?” Sarah nodded eagerly and the pair of you started walking back towards your friends who had been watching the both of you without any shame in it. You glanced at them, eyes lingering on the girl you didn’t know. You turned towards Sarah, lowering your voice so only she’d have the possibility of hearing. “Who the hell is that?”

Sarah grinned at you, brightly. “Oh, that? That’s the girl John B’s been going out with,” she said lightly. You looked at her, eyes widening. She nodded, grin turning into a shameless smirk. “Yeah. I know. There’s a lot to catch you up on.”

“Debrief at home?” you asked quietly as you approached your friends.

“Debrief at home,” Sarah echoed in agreement, squeezing your hand, the weight that had been heavy on her heart largely melting away. She looked over at you as you approached, voice no longer quiet. “I love you, peach.”

“I love you too, Sar,” you said, bringing your entwined hands up to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles. You both ignored the catcalling coming from your friends. You rolled your eyes playfully at Sarah at their reaction. She did so back and you smiled slightly.

Yeah, the trouble could wait. At least for the night. Because you were right. All that mattered? You two had each other right here again. The rest of it? You’d figure it out along the way—doing it together. And that was all the both of you could hope for.

[theculturedmarxist]

Having read the below article in Scientific American, I have to confess it actually addresses many good points. It drives home the facts that endlessly growing consumption (capitalism, essentially) is unsustainable and a declining human population would help solve many of our greatest challenges.

It also goes on to note that we (read: our leadership and ourselves) have to get our shit together on a number of fronts, including putting human rights square in the center of the overall solution of reducing population growth, consumption, etc.

But here’s the problem: our world is run by a bunch of greedy, thoughtless wealthy elites who don’t see us as human, who don’t give the slightest fuck about us. The politicians are just puppets they manipulate.

We keep asking things like why has COVID been allowed to run rampant? While many of us have surmised the answer – the mass culling of us proles – here we have it now laid out in a major publication, in Scientific America. The authors don’t point fingers, but I’m happy to do so.

COVID was a gift to the Davos crowd (the billionaires, essentially). They’re perfectly aware of how dangerous SARS-CoV-2 is, and they’re also perfectly aware of how transmission can be prevented. And even those who aren’t in the Davos league but are rich enough know better send their kids to Davos-safe schools (e.g., Ashish Jha and Rochelle Walensky).

But the oligarchs tell us – the proles, the worker bees, the expendables – through their bought and paid for politicians and media outlets that it’s just a cold, just the flu, nothing to worry about! Masks are bad. Vax and relax! Or don’t vax at all. It’s all good. You do you!

Just like from the movie “They Live,” our purpose in life is to breed, to work, to consume, to enrich the billionaire class, and maybe create a few more Davos scions who are seen as sufficiently morally bankrupt as to be worthy of elevation.

“But how long can mass disablement and death go on before even the Davos elite are impacted?”

Good question. I don’t have a specific answer, but let’s consider: there are currently around 3,000 billionaires (depending on which source you read) in the entire world who’ve amassed over $12 TRILLION in wealth. And remember, that’s only what those 3,000 or so individuals have in their pockets, it says nothing about additional assets – and power – they may directly or indirectly control, including politicians across the globe.

That 3,000 works out to about 0.0000375% of the world’s population; I figure it’s likely more like 100 to 500 families, as some of the billionaires are in the same family groups. Even if you added in the 56 million or so millionaires globally, that’s only 0.7% or so of the population. And let’s face it: in the eyes of the billionaires, the millionaires are just higher-ranked proles, nothing more. Even our wealthiest politicians are nothing more than boot-licking kapos to the billionaires.

So, do you think the billionaires and their families NEED anywhere close to 8 billion people to build their yachts, service and fly their private jets, or – when the climate becomes so extreme we proles are dying by the millions – to raise their atmosphere-controlled gilded domes and ivory towers? Of course not. Somehow, I’m sure they’ll have the “human resources” they require.

I doubt the super wealthy want to live in cages, though, even gilded ones. They must realize how the endless human growth and consumption that has made them wealthy beyond dreams is also poisoning their world (yes, to them it’s “their” world, not ours). Granted, some won’t give a damn and want to do the ultimate YOLO in their own lifetimes. Others, like Musk, think they’ll find salvation on Mars; I suspect he and his followers will be badly disappointed. Still others, I suspect, would like to salvage this planet. They don’t want to live in a shithole any more than we do.

To do so, however, billions of proles globally must die. Yes, billions. But this is a difficult problem to solve. While war could do it (and would make a LOT of money in the process), war is messy, has a great deal of uncertainty (you don’t want someone blowing up any of YOUR yachts or mansions!), and the only way to kill billions in a reasonable amount of time is the generous use of nuclear weapons, which are *really* messy.

Starvation can help, but typically works only on impoverished countries: most of the problems (e.g., climate catastrophe, pollution, etc.) beyond raw “surplus population,” as Scrooge might say, are actually created by the wealthy countries, and starvation isn’t going to work on them. The same with water: while some countries in the northern hemisphere (the rich) are going to suffer under the coming water shortages, they won’t suffer enough. A few million dying here or there simply won’t do.

What about…a plague? A pandemic? Hmm. Now that has some possibilities. We’ve had several major human depopulation events stemming from plagues in the past. You could argue that SARS-CoV-2 doesn’t have a high enough fatality rate to really “do the job” (and I’m not being glib as I write these awful things: I believe this is the cold calculus the Davos elite are using to compute our fates). That would be true, perhaps, if we only take into account deaths from acute infections – a few tens of millions in three years is hardly a dent, after all!

On the other hand, mass disablement leading to latent sudden death, infections by other pathogens due to compromised immune systems, premature death, the collapse of health care services leading to more deaths, plunging life expectancy among the proles…now we’re talking!

And yet, one set of problems remains: how to get people to embrace mass infection, disablement, and death when viral transmission can be broken fairly easily? If people were properly informed about the virus, the pandemic could be brought under control with a proper layered strategy enabled globally, which would cut the party short.

How to get past this conundrum?

That’s an easy one: lie to the proles! Terminate collection and distribution of the data showing what the virus is doing. Demonize or outright prohibit masking and other mitigations, along with the people promoting them or trying to get the proles to see the truth. Demonize vaccination for one demographic, and make it difficult to get vaccinated/boosted with vaccines that already do little to prevent infection, transmission, and long COVID for another. Have the billionaire-owned politicians and media outlets censor information about the pandemic except to say it’s over, COVID is no worse than a cold or the flu, vax and relax. Live your best life! YOLO!

This is what they’ve done, and on a global scale. SARS-CoV-2 may not be THE solution…but it could go a long wy. Consider where we’ll be in 10 or 20 years with multiple infections per year if we don’t globally try to stop it: hundreds of millions, and quite possibly billions, will die of the sequelae or other infections, if not from the acute infections themselves, or being left to die after being disabled, or “humanely euthanized.”

Even climate change: could that be intentional? The rich and shameless know it’s real and what’s causing it (us, primarily from using fossil fuels), but they’re doing nothing to change course. Why?

A workable theory is that they WANT it to happen, because it will likely kill hundreds of millions, perhaps billions, in a matter of decades. There will still be habitable, even nice, places left, and that’s where the billionaires will have us proles build their new ivory towers.

But what about supply chain disruptions? Grain and food shortages? Water? Fuel? Energy? Surely the “big issues” are going to disrupt the rich and shameless as millions or billions die, right? Right?

No, they’re not. Remember, these are people who buy blue water yachts on a whim, often have multiple personal helicopters and private jets, plop down millions of dollars for a warehouse full of fancy cars, have mansions on every continent but Antarctica, and enjoy a lifestyle that most of us literally can’t even imagine. They see themselves as lords and act like it.

Do you think ANY of the things that affect our survival are going to affect the Davos elite? Don’t be foolish: they simply buy their way to the front of the line for anything and everything they want. When it comes to it, they’ll have their own personal armies just like feudal lords of old. There’s no “competing” with this demographic: they take what they want, when they want. They don’t even see us as real people. The only value we provide in their world is whatever we can do for them. And right now, the vast majority of us are nothing but useless eaters in their eyes and just need to die, the faster, the better.

But what about productivity? If too many of us die, won’t we stop making them rich? Again, literally billions of us could die and there would be plenty of proles to keep them in comfort: they control the system, they control the dynamics, and they’ll rearrange things to suit their needs. When you own all the assets that are worth owning (that’s called “privatization,” folks), the nature of “income” and wealth change, and the rest of us be damned.

That’s what it really boils down to: this small group of people (and those who are really pulling the levers are no doubt only a small subset of this group of 3,000 or so) have damned the rest of us to suffering and death. They have embraced SARS-CoV-2 and likely climate change as at least part of the solution to planetary overpopulation. They’re driving this agenda, which is a long-term one, home through their influence over and ownership of our leaders, media, and various proxies who have been waging a war of information to convince us that mass infection is good, that mass disablement and death are normal, that there’s no reason to worry about climate change. Everything’s going to be okay. For them, at least.

Finally, if you think this is limited to one party or another, or one segment of the political spectrum, you’d be sorely mistaken. The Davos crowd aren’t liberals or conservatives. As I said earlier, they see themselves as lords unto themselves, and we are here only to serve them.

[isle-of-no-dogs]

vent time :D 👍

For some reason the world decided that today would be the day to have a breakdown (yay)/sar

I’ve got a week until I have to go to this job for the whole summer, and I know there will be dogs all over the place. I already have to deal with the annoying ones in my neighborhood, but now I’ll be surrounded with them even more. Now I can’t hide from them. Now people are going to see how crazy seeing dogs makes me act, and they are going to judge me and call me names like everyone does.

How many times do I have to tell my supposed ‘friend’ that I have a fear of dogs and animals in general for her to stop sending me pictures of her pets. Or my other friend when we are on phone calls to stop saying things like “Oh can you hear my cute dog in the background, aren't his barks adorable” While I feel like throwing up and screaming!

And worse is when I go into for this job I’m going to be seeing HIM all the time. Him and his nasty dog, and his scary smile . Him and his demeaning and damaging words. HiM as he says he cares about me but all he does is hurt me. My family loving him, and I can’t blame them, but I want them all to understand I want to be nowhere near him or his dog.  My family might act all nice and understanding that I hate animals, but I know the want me to change. I know that I’m just a burden to them and I ruin all their fun times. 

I all I want is my family to choose me, to choose me over the dogs. To say “Oh dogs bother and ruin your life so much? well we love you so of course we will choose you.” But they won’t. Everyone wants both.

And I’ve opened up to the internet before with this problem, how I want them to choose me over the dogs, and what did the internet say?! “GO kill yourself” All these people obsessed with dogs, and thats ok, you love your dog thats fine, but you are biased. And even if you do ‘love’ your dog, how can you love it more than your actual family!

Please don’t hate me! All I want is to be heard and understood. All I want is is to be happy. I am so miserable, and everyone just keep hating me. I don’t want to doe but at the same time I want this to end. Why can’t I be happy. Why does everyone have to hate me?

I know I’m opening up and so I should prepare to be hated and told to die, but I think that's unfair. You can share your opinon respectfully. Or hate me in silence.

To those of you that are following me, or said something kind to me, thank you. Thank you so much for understanding, and helping me to feel less alone. And I hope you won’t come to hate me too.

[employee432-timekeeper]

Can e i plwanas be normal ab ahit pleZspease please please

I’m somewhat normal but ogh my god pulls out hair

Me when i genuinely feel sick bc of stupid shit my ex caused

Thank u for making me feel like this/neg/sar

I LOVE HAVING WHATEVER THE FUCK I DO🔥🔥🔥

I genuinely cant handle other people liking the same character as me and . It genuinely makes me want to avoid this app a lot ar times i genuinely. Cant handle certain things and Inhate myself for it

Why cant i be fucking normal

Why do I feel the need to block everyone who . URHRGRGE

I want to genuinely start loosing it. The guilt gang made everything worse. I fucking hate them. I wish they never existed. You aren’t funny. You are fucking annoying. I only KEPT with the shit because YOU FUCKERS WOULDNT EVER GENUINELY SHUT THE ACTUAL HELL UP.

My blog was perfect in my wyes. And now I can’t.

Im happy people found comfort in steven but.

Hhh

It was perfect and wveryone was happy whay the fick

[ratsoh-writes]

I’m looking at some of my old posts and have realized that a lot of the character descriptions aren’t very accurate with how I write the characters now. So I’ll be be redoing each skeledudes general personality description (and job description) and reblogging this post each day until I have all of them ;)

Sans: He’s our typical lazy and punny guy! Sans is a real people’s man and has friends and connections all over. Despite finding across as a charismatic extrovert, he’s actually very introverted and enjoys his friends in controlled doses. Sans is a playful prankster at heart. His favorite reactions from his victims is the face of blank confusion as they witness his quiet little acts of chaos. Sans is a very guarded monster who doesn’t typically show a lot of emotion beyond surface level. It takes a long time to earn enough trust for him to open up. A long long time. Sans is also a scholar at heart. The only time you’ll ever see him truly work is when something is interesting enough for him to feel passionate about

His job is a nuclear engineer! Sans is researching ways to combine nuclear energy with magic to make safer and cleaner energy sources

Papyrus: he’s the true definition of an optimist. Papyrus can always see the best in any person or situation. Because of this, people may think that he’s naive. He isn’t, he just stays strong to his ideals and is stubborn enough to ignore any criticism. Papyrus lives for seeing his friends and family succeed. In fact, he’s at his happiest when he makes others happy. This makes him the ultimate cheerleader friend. Pair that with a very empathetic and observant personality, and you have a guy who can get along with almost anyone. However, his passion is also his greatest flaw. When papyrus gets really into something, he sometimes doesn’t see the risks involved and will continue on to that goal regardless. He’s impulsive

For his job, he owns an escape room! It’s actually several different rooms: a large main room, four smaller surrounding ones, the lobby, and a medium room for parties. The puzzles and themes of the rooms change every other month

Star (underswap sans): he’s an adorable positive energy ball of PURE EVIL. Ok ok, not true evil of course, but Star is a manipulative little imp. He goes by the rule of: “if you won’t treat me like an adult, then I’m going to take advantage of it.” He’s definitely not above using his looks to get what he wants. With his friends, Star is easygoing and playful. He loves to tease and flirt and prefers friends who can keep up with him. He’s also a bit of a scatterbrain and has a bad habit of taking on more than he can chew. Star is a wonderful motivator but has issues with being too pushy if he feels like his friend isn’t progressing fast enough.

His job is in the police force as a detective and SAR (search and rescue). His main priority is finding missing persons and taking out human trafficking rinks

Honey (underswap papyrus): honey is a total sweetheart. He can be pretty shy and anxious when you first meet him, but if you’re nice, he’s quick to latch on and adopt you into his friend group. When he’s comfortable, he’s a very chill and playful guy. He has a raging motherly streak and doesn’t realize sometimes that he’s nagging. Honey is a romantic at heart and just wants someone he can be sappy with. He does get very clingy since he assumes that most people are only around him because of Star. Don’t mess with his kitchen. He’s a total nerd and will happily fixate on almost any fandom with his friends

His job is an online translator. He mostly does written legal documents but also sometimes acts at the translator for zoom meetings. Honey prefers to work from home

[bullet-prooflove]

WIP Wednesday: Crash!Series - Manny Perez x Reader

Thank you for the tag: @janto4ev

You’re test driving a new chopper today, one that’s been donated to the Search and Rescue team by Nozzle. For them it’s outdated but for SAR it’s an upgrade from the current model they use, they’ve chosen you as a former coast guard pilot to put her through her paces before they accept ‘the gift’.

For Nozzle it’s part of a PR campaign to clear up their image after the debacle with the winery. Faye’s company had taken a huge hit after that fire had gotten out of control, they’ve been trying to claw back their reputation ever since.

Manny hates the thought of you being used like that but the thing is he kind of gets it. There aren’t many female pilots out there, especially not working SAR. It helps that you’re photogenic, which is why the public relations team for Search and Rescue have thrust you into the limelight.

“If it boosts awareness and fundraising for Search and Rescue than I’m happy to do it.” You’d told him after Luke Leone had approached you about it. “I don’t give two shits about Nozzle.”

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@storiesofsvu @drabbles-mc @thebejeweledwatercat @juneknight @bageldaddy @the-hinky-panda

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❥⋆｡˚ 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 | 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙, 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝘁’𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗼𝘁, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟮 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?

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your closest friend sarah cameron is finally back home, to you and to the rest of the pogues along with john b. you never thought you’ll ever be able to see her face again, that thought scared you to depths of your soul and body. but when you and the pogues found the both of them standing dead smack in front of you, the light that was once in your life shined again in that moment.

you were once a kook with sarah, the bestest of friends since you both were itty bitty blooming children. you’ve been by sarah’s side since damn near the beginning and you would always be by her side until you can’t anymore.

now that you and sarah found a home within the pogues, they accepted you both; with lots of trouble at first but you two earned your stripes. as much as you love the pogues tremendously, your heart always lies with sarah and you think it would always be.

you don’t mean to sound like that but sarah is just a bit above them when it comes to the ‘love’ category. and the rest of the pogues absolutely know that by yours and sarah’s actions you both show on a daily basis, especially when you all found her and john b. sarah cameron is the part of you and you were hers, no you, no sarah, no sarah, no you.

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿

it was such a good night. an amazing night, definitely one for the books for sure.

it was no one but your family enjoying each other’s company, having fun, and just having the times of your lives together in the backyard of the chateau. from playing in the hot tub, to you and the girls plus jj dancing to the blaring music that played during the reunion. it was so amazing, you couldn’t or wouldn’t wish for anything else because you were surrounded by genuine happiness for the first time in a long time.

after all of the crazy partying had died down to you all chilling in different spots talking to one another, sarah suddenly glanced at you while john b was talking to pope. you caught the sudden eyes on you immediately and found the pair that were seeking, which was your best friend, sarah. the blonde girl smiled softly at you, placing her red solo cup down beside her to look back up at you.

her hand waving in a forward motion while her head tilted to the side, indicating to follow her. you giggled with a confused look on your face, taking her hand and getting up with the girl. jj had noticed you two getting up and of course called you both out, “what’re two ladies up too”

“bestie time, which happens to be none of your business jj” sarah voices with a laugh, jj hands shooting up in defense. john b had told y’all to have fun and be careful before you both had head off which sarah nodded too and reminded him that the both of you aren’t going far.

once you both got out of sight of the pogues and the beautiful lit up backyard you finally asked sarah your dying question. “sar, where the hell are you taking me!” “just shut up and follow me!” the girl giggles loudly, pulling your arm to her liking while you just follow her every which way through the woods. after a couple of more seconds of jogging, you both made it to a huge flower field with a variety of different bright colored flowers. the sight widening your eyes and making them glow brightly with awe and amazement. you absolutely love flowers.

sarah pulled you in a bit closer, dropping your hands to throw her arms out to show you the field. a quirky “ta-da” leaving her lips, a bright smile itching on her face at your reaction to all of the flowers in front of you. “i-its so beautiful, sarah” you whisper, staring ahead once more before you met the brown orbs of your best friend. “cmon girl, let’s get settled” sarahs hands went back to touch your warm ones and began to once more pull you deeper into the field until she found a good spot to put everything.

she then took the backpack she was carrying on her back off to open it, pulling out some things for you and her. she pulled out a lengthy, fluffy blanket and some plain headbands. you held the headbands in your hands while sarah laid out the blanket on the field of petals. once she was done and sure there weren’t anymore crinkles she motioned you to get settled down on the blanket with her.

sarah pearly whites were blinding as she smiled at you with love and happiness.

“i remember how much you loved flowers when we were little. you would always make me cute flower headbands and find the prettiest flowers for me to wear in my hair. when i was… gone, everytime i spotted a blooming flower while running from the world, i always thought of you. so i remember seeing this field and i just had to show you before anymore shit goes wrong, i also got you something while i was in nassau”

sarah stopped talking momentarily to reach in the pockets of her backpack, pulling her hand out and revealing a beautiful, gold necklace that had an alstroemeria flower charm dangling on it. the sight making you tear up, a little giggle leaving you while you tried to fan the incoming tears away from your eyes. sarah laughed a teary giggle as well before placing the jewelry in your hand, her fingers clinging to yours. locking both of your hands together.

“a awesome girl i met named cleo helped me with it, the flower symbolizing friendship. i knew i had to get it for you” she finished her words with a bunny like smile, cooing with defeat when she saw a tear drop from your eyes.

“ohh noo, don’t cry baby” sarah whined while holding her own happy tears, her fingers coming up to swipe at the bottom of your eyes. wiping the moisture away while moving your curls away and out from your face. “i love you so much, sarah. you’re such a caring person and an incredible friend anyone could want, i will forever be grateful for you. thank you so much for being in my life” you finished with a smile of your own, sarah immediately pulling you into a heart-clenching hug.

her arms clinging onto you tightly, yours just squeezing her with the same amount of tightness. the both of you rocking back and forth as you both embraced eachother. you pulled back from sarah with a laugh and a grin, “i think you would look even more beautiful with a flower crown on your head, don’t you think?”

sarah chuckled, a her head moving up and down in a nod of conformation. “lets do it”

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[bibblelevi]

Sar I just read the first chapter of silver soul and oh my god that was fucking amazing. How can one chapter have me smiling, laughing and crying, I cannot wait to read the rest. Your writing is absolutely fantastic. ❤️

AHH thank you so much my friend <3 God I remember when ss was originally just gonna be a clump of one shots, and that’s why I feel like chapters 1-3 are way more different than the rest. Or maybe they aren’t and I’m just looking into it too deep.

But I’m so happy you enjoyed and thank you for reading <3 I’ve been making lots of progress with chapter nine so I’m really excited!

[thefandomlesbian]

if you feel like it, your favorite hotchreid headcanons🥺🥺

My favorite headcanons rotate by the hour, so I’m just going to try to throw out there some things I haven’t said before (or as much).

Aaron is afraid of dogs. He was mauled badly by his neighbor’s dog when he was a little kid, and his father shot it off of him and then poured bourbon on his wounds on his way to the hospital and left him there alone for several days while he healed. It created a lot of painful, negative associations around dogs for Aaron, but as he grew older, he mostly learned to manage it, especially in the field when he was around SAR dogs. He learned to lie and tell people he was allergic and avoid gatherings where personal pets would be present, so he never betrayed much more than perhaps insinuating that he didn’t like dogs. On one occasion, though, Aaron approaches a SAR handler to discuss mapping, and an enthusiastic young dog jumps on him and licks his hands. The handler promises him that she’s fully trained--she’s just excited to be on her first job--but Aaron recoils and is subtly shaken for the rest of the case, even after that same dog recovers the missing child alive and stays with her until her parents arrive. Spencer, noting this, presses Aaron for answers, and for the very first time, Aaron tells someone other than Haley about his experience with dogs. Spencer makes an effort from there on out to handle SAR dogs and handlers himself or appoint someone else to the task.

In a universe where Haley is alive, she and Spencer become fairly good friends. They gossip about Aaron a lot. Haley thinks Spencer is funny, and she loves that he makes Aaron smile again, makes him less serious and stoic. Spencer is privy to all of those things that Aaron omitted from their marriage in order to protect her, and because of that, Aaron can be more emotionally intimate with Spencer rather than withdrawing from him. Haley loves that about Spencer and is very happy for both of them. She invites them to her annual Christmas party, and they all take Jack to midnight mass together (Aaron won’t tell Haley no and Spencer isn’t sure how to politely decline an invitation extended by his partner’s ex-wife, so he agrees with whatever Haley says). 

Aaron loves lotion, or specifically, applying lotion. It was difficult for him to accept when he first became involved with Spencer that he wouldn’t get to pick out his favorite Bath and Body Works scent to massage into his partner anymore (his favorite was cucumber melon and Haley still wears it and it irks him because he misses it a lot). Spencer hates any scents like that and the feeling of being greasy or sticky, so Aaron only gets his fix when he’s putting sunscreen on Spencer or when he’s massaging hand lotion into his cracked hands in the winter. 

Spencer says he always feels most at home where his books are, so gradually, Aaron buys duplicate copies of Spencer’s favorite books (or swipes them when he isn’t noticing from his apartment) and places them in his own. He learns how to build bookshelves to benefit Spencer so his books aren’t stacked so haphazardly or strewn around and they don’t waste money on cheap shelves that won’t last. Aaron gives Spencer a key to his apartment and continues to make things in a way that he thinks will make Spencer feel welcome, but he never officially invites Spencer to live with him--it just happens. 

When Spencer isn’t feeling well, Aaron will pick out one of his favorite books and read aloud to him. 

[soundofseventeen]

How Would You Feel (Chwe Hansol)

It’s still technically your birthday, so I’m not late!!!!!! Happy birthday, @dvoz-writes​!!! Never forget how much we love you!!!! And this also works (a little) for our 2/18 birthday boys!!!!

Word count: 3000

Inspo: How Would You Feel

The first time Hansol almost said he loved you, he had bumped into you on a busy Saturday night. He remembered walking backwards as he admired the bright lights illuminating one of the movie theaters and straight into you, which made you lose the perfect shot of the town clock striking midnight. He turned around the moment he made contact with you and in a split second, his vocabulary flew out the window and something jolted inside his brain. It processed “Sorry,” in English but it crossed with his Korean, and the “Sar-” was already ready to fly out his mouth and he caught it, finally stumbling out his apology.

Luckily for him, you didn’t notice the slip up, but you were trying not to fall captive to his brown eyes and the lights making them sparkle didn’t really help your case. Instead, you assured him that accidents happened and when you saw his shirt and recognized the group. You asked him a question, followed by another, and then ten minutes later, he invited you to a small coffee shop to further discuss the group. 

“Yeah, I’ve seen them a lot of times,” he admitted shyly, sipping on his hot chocolate, “they’re really good live and it’s always worth the money. How about you?”

“I try to go to as many shows as possible. They’re my favorite outside of kpop.” You stirred your own coffee pensively, unsure whether to tell this stranger your deepest regret. Well, he wasn’t a stranger; you would’ve been a fool not to recognize Hansol Vernon Chwe, but he was still someone you didn’t know. “One of their shows I missed, this most recent one I couldn’t afford to go because work hates me and I need the money, but they said it was their best one yet.”

“Oh yeah, I went to that one. They added a song that wasn’t normally on the set, and I recorded it.” He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it as if his life depended on it. “There it is.” He debated whether to show you. He was aware you knew him, but he appreciated the way you treated him like a normal person. He hadn’t felt this way around anyone in awhile, so he handed it to you.

“No way,” you gasped when you pressed play. “This is my favorite song. I mean, I saw it on YouTube and everything but-” you didn’t finish your sentence, you hand covering your mouth in awe and shock. You could feel the tears coming but you wouldn’t cry. Not tonight in front of an idol.

Hansol cocked his head, processing all your emotions, feeling the smile coming on and he didn’t fight it. His heart did a thing, and for a moment, he regretted not telling you he loved you, but then he remembered he didn’t know you or your name, and he wanted to know you. The moment the song finished and he locked eyes with you, he knew he had fallen in love with you.

*

The second time he almost told you he loved you, it was after he invited you to come with him to see his family. Sofia had a thing to do and after countless hours of begging him that he needed to see this, he relented and you crossed his mind, and he said he’d go on the condition that he could bring a friend and she agreed. So he called you, and he left you a voicemail when you didn’t pick up, when he forgot that you worked that day. You called him a couple hours later on your break (leaving your own voicemail because he had idol duties to attend to) and let him know that you cleared a few days off the ones in question. 

The look on Sofia’s face when she had opened the door and saw you instead of one of the members was amusing, to say the least, but she warmed up to you really quickly. She still had a few hours until she had to go to a school graduation, one that had asked her to sing the Korean national anthem so she was doing everything she could to keep her nerves under control. You were currently on the floor, playing a board game and they were both yelling at you and accusing you of cheating. Even through everyone's fit of giggles, Sofia couldn’t miss the way your competitive streak came out and how Hansol just egged your annoyance on. A few rounds later, you called it quits by throwing your cards on the board, mostly because it was time for the little sister to start getting ready and because when it was siblings against the one person, they usually won. You reached over and mussed Sofia’s hair and she jumped up quickly, claiming she needed to shower before everyone was late. You helped Vernon pick up the game, joining in his sing-along and him telling you about how he grew up and pointing to the various juice stains on the ceiling and showing you all his favorite books. 

Sofia found you both in the kitchen about 20 minutes later, huddled over bowls of cereal and arguing over which was the best one and she announced it was time to go.

Although you only stayed at the graduation for a few minutes, everyone treated Sofia as if she had performed a full concert and everyone was now celebrating it, not that there were any complaints. Everyone was having a good time; the parents were drinking and he saw you and Sofia squeezing your eyes shut from the pain that brain freeze brought. He looked at the milkshake cups, his sister having drunk more than you did and he decided to help you out by eating as much as he could before his own brain freeze followed. He placed his palms on his temples, exhaling deeply, his breath cold and he still laughed along with you. 

Later that night, once everyone was sound asleep, he snuck to the kitchen to get a glass of water and stopped at seeing you still up. He watched the way you turned the page intently and how you struggled to keep the flashlight on your phone steady. He smiled, the thirst no longer a problem to him and instead thumped the couch cushion to get your attention.

You jumped, the light blinding you momentarily as you heard Hansol laughing. “I’m gonna kill you,” you whispered.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Sofia gave me this book and I wanna finish it before we go home.”

He liked the way you said we; it seemed like you were on the same team. Home too. It was like he pictured his future with you looking at him the way you were if he ever accidentally dropped your favorite mug on a night like this. Again, the “Sa-” was on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t know how you’d react, so he had to switch tactics asap. “Sofia has good taste. She’s the reason I grew to like books. Even if we have to stay a little longer, we will. Or I can just buy you a copy...but we have to have joint custody.”

“Sounds like a deal, Chwe.”

*

The third time he almost said it, you had managed to pull off a surprise birthday party for not one but two boys....with the help of the ‘95 line helping you decorate the place, the ‘96 line going out and buying the ingredients you needed to make the birthday boys a cake for each of them; Mingyu and Minghao taking Seokmin to go to a carnival in the next town, and Seungkwan and Chan taking Hansol to a record store and buying some stuff. Hansol had wanted to spend the day with you but he had been under the impression that you had to work that day and that his respective brothers had some recording to attend to. 

(It wasn’t easy to pull it off, considering Hansol kept bugging Seungcheol every few minutes, asking when the maknae line was due to arrive to the studio and Minghao asking Jeonghan how else to distract Seokmin. Your efforts were almost blown when the front door slammed open and you dropped the frosting, and you couldn’t help but beat Chan (he was alone) with the dishrag you used to pick up the mess. 

“When you marry Vernon hyung, you still better be spoiling him like this because it’d be false advertising as my future in-law,” he said eyeing the sink and pulling out a dirty spoon you used to make the frosting. He didn’t think twice as he licked the chocolate.

“I have no intentions of marrying Vernon.”

“Your loss,” he shrugged and turned to the oldest boy. “Hyung, are you almost done here? I’m tired of hearing Kwannie hyung sing all the songs on his phone.”

“Almost. Just be patient.” And with that, Chan left satisfied, and Seungcheol looked at you trying to focus on the last of Seokmin’s cake. “So is it okay if I ask you what’s going on with you and Nonie? Or is that too personal?”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s going on. We’re just friends.” The blush on your cheeks and your trembling hands didn’t exactly help your case but Cheol was kind enough to drop the subject.)

You weren't exactly sure how you managed to balance Vernon’s chocolate cake and Seokmin’s red velvet one but you did, even singing the birthday song when the boys in question processed what you were doing some few hours later when they walked in the front door. Once they made their wish and blew out the candles, Seokmin gleefully grabbed his cake and skipped to the table, sticking his finger into the frosting and licking it clean. He paraded across the room, showing it off to everyone and gloating that he had the bestest friend in the whole world. Hansol, merely took the cake with one hand and gave you a side hug as tightly as he could manage before Soonyoung intervened and grabbed the dessert so he could hug you with both.

“Happy birthday Hansol,” you whispered. “I hope this was okay.”

“Wait, this was you?”

“Well, I had help. I couldn’t have done this without your group mates.” You pulled away with a gasp. “Oh crap! I forgot your gift! I’m so sorry!”

“Why would you get me a gift after doing all this?”

“Because it’s your birthday.” 

“Did you get something for DK?”

The horrified look on your face told him everything he needed to know and he marched right up to his birthday twin who had somehow been able to find somewhere to sit and was currently stuffing his face with Junhui and you couldn’t tell who looked more like a chipmunk and you hoped someone would get a picture of these two looking like that because your heart multiplied. 

“Hey hyung?”

“Mmm?” He looked up at you, face full of frosting and he swallowed loudly. He scrambled for a napkin and wiped at the spots frantically. “Yeah?”

“So would you be bummed if we didn’t get gifts from our friend here?”

“The surprise party wasn’t a gift?” You had yet to get used to Seokmin’s naïtivty and his knack for being easily surprised.

Hansol shook his head. “Never mind. Enjoy your cake hyungdeul.” He turned back to you. “See? You don’t need to give us more than this.”

“So you like it?”

“I love y-” He froze the moment the words almost slipped out and just started coughing to thwart his speech, and didn’t speak again until you had given him some water. “Sorry...I meant to say that I love it. Thank you Y/N. I have the greatest friend in the world.” 

Various offended “heys” sounded throughout and he reiterated slightly. “Besides you guys.”

*

The fourth time he almost told you he loved you, you were in his car in your front yard after coming back from your first date together. You kept leaning over to the driver’s side and stealing kisses from him and all he could do was relish in them and kiss you back. 

“So has anyone ever made you this happy?” you asked him. 

He shook his head. “I can’t remember the last time I was like this.” He welcomed the warm feeling of your hand caressing his cheek gently. “Have you ever had this much fun?”

“Once,” you admitted. “I went to visit some friends and somehow we all stayed up past our normal bedtime just looking at the sky and feeling at peace. It wasn’t a big thing or anything, but it was just us, all the stars and all the wishes we made. A lot of them have come true since then.” You looked over at him, not saying more. “What’s the dumbest thing you ever wished for?”

He covered your hand with his before bringing it to his lips to kiss them repeatedly. “It wasn’t dumb but I remember putting it on my Christmas list every year. I just wanted to go back to New York. At least there, no one gave a shit if you were black, white, mixed, missing an eye or tooth or whatever.” He brought you close to him to kiss you again. “Why did you agree to go on a date with me?”

“I figured it was about time to be real with my feelings and you.” You smiled at him. “I’d been wanting to tell you for awhile, but you beat me to it.”

He nodded slowly, liking the answer. He leaned in for another kiss, but his phone ringing disturbed the moment, and just for that he ignored it. “I should get going. Can I walk you inside?”

When you nodded, he quickly removed his seatbelt and ran to the passenger side to open the door for you. As soon as you were out, he wrapped his arms around you, back hugging you and kissing your cheek. He finally felt like a rebellious teenager to be doing this with you. It was a little past curfew, you had to be up early and so did he, but he didn’t want this moment to end. He was even more in love with you than ever before.

“Hansol, you have to go,” you whined after you realized he didn’t plan on moving from that spot.

“A few more minutes,” he sighed. “I don’t wanna let you go just yet.”

“Either you do now, or Seungcheol will pry you away from me if you're not home in the next ten minutes.”

“I’m not scared of that grandpa.”

“You hear that Cheol?” 

And with that, his head snapped up, looking in all directions for the leader, already looking for words to excuse his actions. “You liar.”

“I thought you weren’t scared.”

“I’m not,” he pouted, but then he sighed. “Do we really have to say goodbye?”

“I don’t want you to go either.” You reached for his hand so he could finally walk you to your front door. “Hansol, thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime. Thank you for agreeing. I’ll call you soon, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He waited for you to unlock the door so you could go in and just as you were about to close the door, he called you.

“Yeah?”

“Sa-” The saranghae didn’t go past his throat; neither could the I love you, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “Sleep well.”

*

The fifth time he almost told you he loved you, he had convinced you to sit on the roof with him at his house. You had long ago admitted to him that you had never seen a sunrise, so he vowed that the next time neither of you had plans, he was gonna invite you to Seventeen’s dorm to make you watch it. Two months later, it happened, and he spent the day making sure he had everything to spend the night up on the roof with you, and despite the chilly air, it was worth it. 

You sat in between his legs and he had his arms wrapped around you, often tightening around you every time he felt overcome with emotion. He would take your hand and trace a pattern in the sky with your finger and then tell you the name of the constellation. You offered him your earbuds sometime during the night, and you took turns listening to your favorite songs, singing along to all the words. 

Every time you could feel yourself nodding off, Hansol would gently shake you awake and offer you something to snack on so you could stay awake. “We’re almost there Jagi,” his hoarse voice would encourage you. “Just a little longer.” And then he would kiss your cheek and cuddle you a little more.

You were both blissfully unaware of the 12 other boys spying on you and seeing what you were currently doing. More often than not, someone had to stop Soonyoung from barging in and interrupting, but they quietly left out extra blankets and water bottles and other snacks by the window so neither of you would have to move much. 

Finally, the first few rays of sunlight came peeking through over the horizon. It wasn’t much at first, but then suddenly, the whole world seemed to wake up along with it. You could hear the birds chirping and the insects buzzing, and everything warming up. 

“What do you think?”

You nodded, finally closing your eyes and resting against his chest. “It’s beautiful,” you managed to mumble sleepily. Can we do this again?”

“As many times as you want,” he promised.

“Okay, good.”

He waited a little longer in case you had more to add, but the only thing he could feel was you breathing in and out deeply and evenly, finally fast asleep. “Hey Jagi, how would you feel if I told you I loved you?”

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 16.11.20 lb

chanchal interrogating ishani, ki did riddhima spill about what happened that day. ishani like no dice, but imma beat it outta her so help me goddddd.

aryan coming throwing shit around. coz vansh has left everything in his will to dadi. thank fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. none of you snakes are worth 5000 cr. i mean, ishani is, but idk, maybe not that whole amount at once.

ishani is like THANK THE LORD, VANSH HAD AT LEAST ONE WORKING BRAIN CELL. “kahin uss riddhima ko nominee banaa dete, toh humaare sar par chadhke tandav karti woh.” snort.

chanchal telling aryan ki “vansh ke baad saara business toh tuney hi sambhaalna haina”, and lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooo ishani’s face:

i honestly love her the most. MAKE HER THE NEW KING OF THIS EMPIREEEEEEEEEEE. SHE DESERVESSSSSSS IT.

ishani saunters off and chanchal is telling aryan ki anyway dadi ke haath laga hai sab, she’ll write it all to you; coz siya is in a coma, who knows when the fuck she’ll wake up, and ishani is walking talking TNT ka khaaaaan, that’ll blow up any second now. tujhe hi sab milna hai. lol bohut hi zyaada khushfehmi. can’t waitttttt for vihaan (whether he turns out to be vansh or not.......) to come show them thenga.

some parcel came outta nowhere for mummyji and it’s filled with all the stuff of her “long lost son who got kidnapped”. veryyyyyyyy conveniently opened by riddhima.

mummy has started filmfare nom-worthy performance on discovering the relics.

there’s a letter too! basically says i kidnapped your kid for money, but when you didn’t pay up, i threw him in a river. i’m confessing all this coz i’m now dying of cancer and want redemption. sounds to me like someone watched both ‘the prince of egypt’ and ‘badlapur’ in one day and did a mashup of those stories to write this letter.

watch out meryl, viola, jodie.......... mummy has gone beyond filmfare and is now doing OSCAR worthy performance about how she keeps losing kids.

lmao i am aryan, watching this nautanki:

mummy like it’s all coz i neverrrrrrrrrrrr accepted riddhima as a motherrrrrrrrrrr, mujhe maaaf kar dooooo.

of course riddhima’s dumb ass forgave her. god, this chick just tooo easy to scam.

someone’s come to say “final goodbye”. coz he’s taken a transfer. sure.

lmao riddhima is the biggest mood when dealing with an ex who just won’t leave you the fuck alone.

is it just me or has his hair become more........... vansh-y??? like, height-wise.

blah blah he wants to apologize to everyone........... for what exactly? he said he was just doing his job, why to say sorry for that??

lmao ishani has appeared and is ready to kick kabir’s ass. omfg i think this might be my new fav dynamic of this show, ishani v/s kabirrrrrrrrrrr.

RIDDHIMA DOING NOTHING TO STOP HER ALSO, LMAOOOOOO

whole family has appeared and he’s like sorry kehne aaya tha and all and THENNNNNNNNNNN....... NAZAR PADI ON THE TABLE FULL OF ARTIFACTS.

 anupriya like don’t touch my son’s shit and........

“yeh sab mere hain!!!!!!!!!”

hahahahahahahhahahahaha ishani is truly my absolute favourite character of this show from now on.

“maaaaaaaaaaaa?????? iska matlab aap meri maa hain??????” lol bohut hi bhadddda actingggg.

riddhima agrees with ishani.

kabir narrates exact story mummy did like 5 min back.

he’s giving proof ki i know the collar of this uniform has a K behind it and everyone’s shockedddddddddd ki oh god yet another middle class orphan is gonna make their way here

wow the terrible acting from mummy and beta is just.......... peak today. i can’t take it.

my question is, kabir has come to this house and seen anupriya a million times before, it never clicked for him then????? anupriya looks to be baaaarely in her 40s, she wouldn’t have looked much different when she was younger. why didn’t he recognize her then. SOMEONE USE YOUR BRAIN AND ASK HIM THAT. ISHANI, ARYAN, SOMEONE?!!!?!?!

ok ishani didn’t ask that but she’s like that kid was thrown into a river, i’m pretty sure he’s dead. and kabir doing extra naatak ki yes, i was thrown into the river but a policewaala saved me and raised me and that’s why i’m police now.

ugh itnaaa sasta acting lol.

high time this pinky and the brain team up and take the rest of these fuckers downnnnnnnn.

lmao riddhima is soooooooooooooo angry rn. she didn’t even get this mad when her fucking husband paralysed her. that’s just how much petty hatred male exes deserve. the fact that that their bitch ass is even alive and wasting oxygen on the damn planet is fucking unacceptable.

OMFG MUMMY BETA ARE LEGIT WHISPERING INTO EACH OTHER’S EARS WHILE HUGGING, GIVING SHABAASHI ABOUT THIS BRILLIANT PLAN. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. SERIOUSLY, YOU COULDN’T WAIT TILL YOU WERE ALONE???????????????????/

“kamaaaaal ki acting, KAMAAAAL KI ACTING!” lmaoooooooooooo honestly, this show would be fucking unwatchable if not for vishal cheesing it up in every other scene and making it so damn hilarious. kabir played by anyone else would never be this likable. his dialogue delivery of these lines is just A+

lmao he’s hamming some more about how he’s been searching for his mom allllll his life and today he’s leaving the city and finally found her.

LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE AROUND THEM HAS A FACE LIKE SOMETHING WITH 8+ LEGS CRAWLED ACROSS THEIR DINNER PLATE. IT’S SO HILARIOUSSSSSSSS.

he’s like mom, come with me, and she’s like “tum yehi ruk jao!” and omfggggggg the reactionsssssssssssss:

“ab yeh bhi yaheen rahega?????” alkjdsalkjdlaskjdlaskj chanchal’s no filter ways really come in handy sometimes.

kabir’s like no no mom will come with me. starts leading her out and dadi is like no anupriya is a part of this family and will not leave. and if you can live here in this house................... riddhima will decide that. lmao this should work out well.

kabir trying to jedi mind trick her.

even ishani is pleading in her mind, please riddhima no kehnaaaaa. aaaaaand....

“haan.” great.

big mood.

lmao booooooo, the amount of shit you get away with just coz you’re so stinkin’ cute. you’re exactly like my asshole cat son. just worming your way into my heart by the power of your adorable faces, you absolute bastardssssssss.

oh of course. she had this conversation with vansh, about if mummy ever found her son, he’d like to welcome him into this family as his brother. sentiment mein aakar haan keh diya. BITCH HE DIDN’T KNOW THAT IT WAS GONNA TURN OUT TO BE YOUR EX WHO WAS HAATH DHOKE BEHIND HIS GODDAMN LIFE. IF HE DID, HE WOULDN’T HAVE THOUGHT TWICE BEFORE PULLING THAT UGLYASS GOLDEN GUN ON HIM AND SHOOTING HIM BETWEEN THE EYES.

this is a sweet scene and all but dude how the fuck am i supposed to overlook the fucking ugly beetlejuice suit. if i never have to see this godforsaken garment ever again, it’d still be too soon.

also jesus, were you a goddamn kid just 10 years ago, COZ HOW ELSE THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A MINION WATERBOTTLE FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD?!!?!?!?!! OH GOD YOU GUYS, IS VANSH JUST 19 YEARS OLD OR SOME SHIT, AND THE BEARD AND THE VOICE THREW US OFF INTO THINKING HE’S 30?!?!?!?!?!!?! OH MY GOD, I FEEL LIKE A PEDO NOW. 28 IS MY LIMIT ON HOW YOUNG I’LL GO FOR WHEN I LUST AFTER SOMEONE.

anyway i’m fwding this scene so that my mind won’t dwell on these horrible possibilities. and that horrible fucking outfit.

lmao riddhima is like kaash tum yahaan hote, tum bhi yehi karte. snort, okaaaay sis.

“tumhari riddhima hoon main. aur hamesha wohi karoongi, jo agar tum hote toh karte.” ok everybody start monitoring your drinks from now on. pata nahi kab kya mila de yeh madam vansh 2.0.

ishani is, how you say................ LOSING IT.

ahahahahahahahahahaha aryan, who's going to town on the punching bag, is like i already picture him here, hence the vigorous mid-day cardio.

“mera toh mann kar raha hai ki main 2-4 jamaa ke aaoon. kabir ko nahi, uss riddhima ko!!!!!!!!” The Biggest Mood, Ever.

“pehle woh bhai ki tarah sochna toh seekh le?!?!?!?” bhai ki tarah chodo, pehle BAS SOCHNA HI SEEKH LE, WOHI BOHUT HAI.

ishani like i’m sureeeeeeeee kabir found out the story about mom’s missing son and now that vansh isn’t here, wormed his way into the house. PRESENTING TO YOU, THE ONLY ONE WITH A BRAIN IN THIS HOUSEEEEEEEEEEE. THE FACT THAT VANSH SLEPT ON HER AS A FUCKING PILLAR TO THIS HOUSE IS FUCKING RUDE.

“yeh sab kuch hua hai uss stuuuuupid riddhima ki wajah se!” that’s what they should call the show.

ew kabir is in riddhima’s room and getting all touchy and LIKE BACK THE FUCK OFF MAN. SERIOUSLY, YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED, NOW GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR MOM ALL DAY LONG, INSTEAD OF ACTING SKEEZY.

yeah riddhima pretty much told him that. threw in some more shit about how she’ll hate him till she dies, coz he’s the reason vansh died.

he doesn’t look happy about that. this fucker still wants herrrrrrr. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. kabir yaaaaaaaaaaaaar, you can do so much bettterrrrrrrrrrr. get yourself an hot evil shawty with 4+ brain cells dude!

she’s dragging him out. nice.

kabir still talking and she’s like do i literally have to kick your ass out?????? damn girl, there’s the spine i like to see.

askljdaslkjslkdjlaskdjlaskdj he’s like main bhi vansh jaisa hoon, iss ghar ka beta hoon. lmao good you said this in front of riddhima and not ishani, warna ***** phaad ke tumhare haath mein de deti.

riddhima also handing it to him, but verbally. but it’s lameass shit like no you’ll never be like vansh, not in 7 janam. like, ok i get she’s really mad at him for what happened, but i don’t get what’s this sudden hatred of his personality?????? she doesn’t know the whole truth and abhi se itni nafrat??? based on what????? 

lmao he muttered “woh toh waqt hi batayega” as he was leaving and she’s like BITCH WHAT YOU SAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

hee hee hee hee. i loveeeeeee when he makes his exasperated faces.

some more sweet talk about how she’ll see his intentions aren’t bad at all, and she’s like justttttttttt gtfo my room man.

"kahin kabir ko yahaan rehne ki permission dekar kuch galat toh nahi kar diya???” LMAO YA THINK?????????????????????/

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaye. finally. aankhein taras gayi thi.

bro refusing more shady work coz “abhi mere paas chote-mote kaamon ke liye time nahi hai. kuch bada plan kar raha hoon.”

mmmmmmmmmmmm baby what that mouth do??????

“vansh ki body ka toh main antim-sanskaar main kar chuka hoon.” ohohohohohohohoho symbolism samajhhh rahe ho aap loggggg???? new identity, who disssssssss waala scene hai.

“riddhima vansh rai singhania, main aa rahaa hoon.”

oh aaja, aha aaja, aha aaajaa, ah ah aaaaja, ah aa aaaja, aha ha aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

[ratsoh-writes]

YES- okay so how do you think the main ten would react to seeing the bitty versions of themselves? They just,,, little

Oh my gosh, this would be so cute!!

Sans meeting sansy: talk about besties for life!!! Sans is instantly drawn to the adorable littler version of himself and has a grand time eating junk and trading puns with it. Shoot sans might even adopt a sansy now.

Papyrus meets papy: the sweet and helpful little bitty is of course easy to get along with. And papyrus is one of those dudes who likes every one. He’s more then happy to indulge the bitty and let it chill with him for a bit, but he wouldn’t be interested in adopting one. Papyrus would worry too much about it getting hurt by trying to be helpful. He knows the lengths he’d go through to prove himself, and this bitty is no different

Star meets baby blue: oh my stars this is the most annoying creature on the planet. This thing is like two inches tall and it’s trying to lecture him for being reckless?? B*tch, he is a trained guard, an accomplished officer and SAR, and he’s been doing stuff like this his whole life. You’re just some crumb sized copy! And no, it’s starry eyed baby eyes don’t work on him. He’ll shoot that look straight back.

Honey meets lil bro: lil bro is closer to the more common chill us papyrus then my version is. So honey and lil bro aren’t exactly alike. But of course honey doesn’t mind and enjoys having a little dude to hang out with, and lil bro definitely doesn’t mind getting a bit spoilt.

Red meets edgy: maybe not the best idea. It’ll be like 2 seconds of insults before red is ready to drop kick the little sh*t into traffic. Nobody gets to talk to him like that.

Edge meets boss: so the tiny version of him is trying to boss him around. Edge is totally fine leaving it somewhere up high while he can get his work done. He knows the bitty can’t shortcut so it’s stuck there. The bossy screeching is music to his ears.

And I don’t know if there’s official names for swapfell and horror bitties so I’m just gonna guess

Mal meets little tyrant: the first thing they do is have a long staring contest. It ends in them both grinning and chuckling at each other. Now mal and little tyrant are having a good time drooling over some classy bling online together. Nobody knows exactly how they decided they likes each other

Cash meets coin: the little bug immediately tried getting into his wallet, but is too small for cash to rob back. So cash decides to drop the bitty in a jar of peanut butter. Obviously this ends in a horrible prank war that takes mal and little tyrants intervention to end

Oak meets horror: the creepy little thing is trying to hunt and eat his chickens. It’s not even starving anymore. That vermin is not allowed anywhere near his home

Willow meets chomps: willow feels so bad for the timid bitty so it’s easy for him to take it under his wing. He winds up falling in love with how sweet and helpful it is and quickly gets attached. Plus willow is more than understanding of the bitty’s food hoarding problem. He encourages it to squirrel away wrapped food so that it lasts longer. He doesn’t mind if a corner of the home has hidden wrapped candies