#I bet I missed some but if I forgot them then they are not haunting me right now

[pencilofawesomeness]

My Friends Enjoy Reminding Me of My Many WIPs: The Tag Game

Another tag game lads~ @kiliinstinct and @thehylianidiot both tagged me, so here we go. I'm just going to do my uhh... current-current wips, which is to say, the ones I am actively looking at, more or less. Otherwise we will be here forever.

And before anybody wonders, yes, Runaways is on the table but I don't actually have any WIP of it to share because I took my break immediately after the last chapter so there's nothing to share atm

- rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

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Whumptober 2023: Day 12 (Genshin Impact)

There was much work to be done.

Between dismantling the Akasha Terminal, uprooting the corrupt sages, and salvaging the organizational structure of all of Sumeru, there was not a moment to lose. There was also the added factor that the people needed to be assured during this tumultuous time. Unfortunately, Nahida was a practical stranger to them, and assurances from strangers never seemed to have the same effect. The fact that she was their archon only helped a little.

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The light turned red, and I ran it (Jujutsu Kaisen)

He was Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer, the only special-grade to call. He was the heir to the Gojo Clan. He was the pinnacle of everything jujutsu could hope to achieve.

He didn’t know how to make pancakes.

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Memento Vivere: Chapter 2 (Fairy Tail FMA AU)

“I’m going to kill you!”

“Oh yeah? Then come over here and—ACK!”

Gray was not a child. He didn’t find senseless violence amusing. He did, however, laugh when Natsu fell on his ass on the ice-slicked hallway, because Gray was a bit petty. And Natsu deserved it.

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Whumptober 2023: Day 19 (Genshin Impact)

It had been five days since Lisa had been abducted inside her own home. Four days since Albedo tugged Kaeya to the side and shared his hushed concerns about the scorched marks on Lisa’s kitchen tile being a result of Khaenri’ahn sorcery. Three days since, after determining that she could be anywhere in all of Teyvat, they sent word to the Milleleth first in hope for some confidential international support, and then to the Traveler, in hope for a miracle. Two days since Ningguang herself sent a falcon back, with word that they were aware of the mysterious scorched rune and that Captain Beidou was similarly missing. One day since Albedo received word from Forest Watcher Tighnari and they learned that General Mahamatra Cyno was missing as well. 

Kaeya was at a loss of what to do. It was a position he was seldom in and he hated it with every fiber of his being. 

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Whumptober 2023: Day 12/26 (Jujutsu Kaisen)

“Oi! Sensei!”

Maki did not make it a habit of making a commotion to get Gojo-sensei’s attention, because he was a diva and he didn’t need his head to be even more inflated, but she had been waiting for that bastard to show up for days now, and she wasn’t going to let him poof away. Again. 

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Kintsugi: Chapter 5 (Fairy Tail)

Erza’s closet was huge.

Lucy’s jaw audibly clicked shut when she realized that she was gaping. It was larger than Lucy’s had been, back at home, and she had been nobility for crying out loud! And Erza was… Well. Lucy absolutely was not judging, but Erza and her brother kinda lived as hermits in the woods. How Erza managed to collect such an assortment was beyond her.

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Current BTHB: Hives (Twisted Wonderland)

The worst part about taking showers was all of the stuff they entailed. At least in Pomefiore. It was way, way too much. 

Epel used to be able to take simple, hot relaxing showers, with a single shampoo that would clean his entire body. It was fine. But noooo, things were different in Pomefiore. There were only a gazillion products for a ton of different things. Epel could hardly keep it all straight. Sure, they made his skin smoother and his hair softer, and it wasn’t a terrible feeling, but it wasn’t worth it. He couldn’t skip any of it though, because Vil would notice, and the housewarden’s lectures were worse.

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Within Infinity (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Ieri Shoko was informed that when she would be attending Tokyo Tech, or whatever it’s official or unofficial name was, she would have two classmates. The small class size was to be expected when sorcerers weren’t a plentiful group, but she was dreading it all the same. That few people in such a small proximity promised interaction, and sorcerers were infamously a weird bunch. Her dad had been proof of that, for certain, as much as she hadn’t minded when it came to him. 

The thought of being forced to get along with two random kids until they graduated or someone died was enough to make Shoko reconsider her dad’s wish for her to attend regular medical school. However, Shoko didn’t like her prospects among regular people either, so she figured she would stick it out with the weirdos. Besides, if her old man’s passing was anything to learn by, sorcerers needed doctors too. (And a few miracles, but Shoko didn’t have any delusions about that one.)

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Unmade (Fairy Tail)

Natsu couldn’t remember how he got here.

That by itself wasn’t a big deal. Natsu was used to not having the best memory. He was also used to getting knocked out. It happened from time to time. Hell, half the time it was inflicted by Erza. But that was fine, because his friends would make sure he was okay.

Except this time, he woke up alone and chained to a low-hanging stone ceiling, so Natsu was beginning to feel nervous. Just a bit.

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Okay I might accidentally re-tag somebody but let's seeeee (and no obligation to do this, of course), ummm @genavere @jinn-mori @breezy-cheezy and @phoenix-before-the-flame for the heck of it :3

(and as always if this looks fun and you want to do, pretend I tagged you and we roll with it)

[chosetherose]

Updated as of 6/30

The Eras Tour *Surprise Songs*

Taylor said her goal is to not repeat each show’s surprise songs so I thought it would be fun to track them as the tour goes on! Black strikethrough is included in the main set list. Purple strikethrough are included in the main set list but have been switched up at some show/s. Blue songs Taylor played but might be repeated due to messing up.

Taylor Swift

Tim McGraw (3/17) • Picture to Burn • Teardrops on My Guitar (5/5) • A Place in This World (4/22) • Cold as You (4/23) • The Outside • Tied Together with a Smile • Stay Beautiful• Should’ve Said No (5/19) • Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) • Our Song (3/24) • I’m Only Me When I’m with You (6/30) • Invisible (5/20) • A Perfectly Good Heart

Fearless

Fearless • Fifteen (5/6) • Love Story • Hey Stephen (5/14) • White Horse (3/25) • You Belong With Me • Breathe• Tell Me Why• You’re Not Sorry (4/21) • The Way I Loved You • Forever & Always (5/13) • The Best Day (5/14) • Change • Jump Then Fall (4/2) • Untouchable • Come In With The Rain • Superstar • The Other Side Of The Door (4/28) • You All Over Me (6/3) • Mr. Perfectly Fine (6/16) • We Were Happy • That’s When • Don’t You • Bye Bye Baby • Today was a fairytale (4/22)

Speak Now

Mine (5/7) • Sparks Fly (5/5) • Back To December • Speak Now (4/13, Taylor restarted part of the song but did not confirm it could be played again) • Dear John (6/24) • Mean (4/15) • The Story Of Us (6/17) • Never Grow Up • Enchanted • Better Than Revenge • Innocent• Haunted (6/9) • Last Kiss • Long Live • Ours (3/31) • If This Was A Movie (6/23) • Superman

Red

State Of Grace (3/18) • Red (5/21) • Treacherous (4/13) • I Knew You Were Trouble • All Too Well • 22 • I Almost Do (6/9) • We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together • Stay Stay Stay • The Last Time (6/16) • Holy Ground (5/27) • Sad Beautiful Tragic (3/31) • The Lucky One (4/2) • Everything Has Changed • Starlight • Begin Again (4/23) • The Moment I Knew (6/4) • Come Back… Be Here (5/12) • Girl At Home • Ronan • Better Man (5/19) • Nothing New • Babe • Message In A Bottle • I Bet You Think About Me (4/30) • Forever Winter • Run • The Very First Night • All Too Well – 10 Minute Version

1989

Welcome To New York (5/28) • Blank Space • Style • Out Of The Woods (5/6, Taylor confirmed it might be played again) • All You Had To Do Was Stay • Shake It Off • I Wish You Would (6/2) • Bad Blood • Wildest Dreams • How You Get The Girl (4/30) • This Love (5/13) • I Know Places • Clean (4/1, Taylor confirmed it might be played again, 5/28) • Wonderland (4/21) • You Are In Love • New Romantics

Reputation

…Ready For It? • End Game • I Did Something Bad • Don’t Blame Me • Delicate • Look What You Made Me Do • So It Goes… • Gorgeous (4/29) • Getaway Car (5/26) • King Of My Heart • Dancing With Our Hands Tied • Dress • This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things • Call It What You Want • New Year’s Day

Lover

I Forgot That You Existed • Cruel Summer • Lover • The Man • The Archer • I Think He Knows (5/21) • Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince • Paper Rings (6/23) • Cornelia Street • Death By A Thousand Cuts (4/1, Taylor confirmed it might be played again) • London Boy • Soon You’ll Get Better • False God (5/27) • You Need To Calm Down • Afterglow • Me! • It’s Nice To Have A Friend • Daylight (6/24) • All of the Girls You’ve Loved Before

Folklore

The 1 (replaced IS multiple shows) • Cardigan • The Last Great American Dynasty • Exile with Bon Iver • My Tears Ricochet • Mirrorball (3/17) • Seven (spoken, 6/17) • August • This Is Me Trying (3/18) • Illicit Affairs • Invisible String (replaced by T1 multiple shows) • Mad Woman (4/15) • Epiphany • Betty • Peace • Hoax • The Lakes (6/2)

Evermore

Willow • Champagne Problems • Gold Rush (5/12) • Tis The Damn Season • Tolerate It • No Body, No Crime • Happiness • Dorothea • Coney Island (4/28) • Ivy • Cowboy Like Me (3/25) • Long Story Short • Marjorie • Closure • Evermore (6/30) • Right Where You Left Me •It’s Time To Go

Midnights

On 4/14 Taylor changed the rule: ALL SONGS ON MIDNIGHTS MAY BE REPEATED. I’m adding the dates to the midnights surprise songs but they will remain in black text since they can be repeated.

Lavender Haze • Maroon (5/26) • Anti-Hero • Snow on the Beach (3/24) • You’re on Your Own, Kid (4/14) • Midnight Rain • Question…? (5/20) • Vigilante Shit • Bejeweled • Labyrinth • Karma • Sweet Nothing • Mastermind • The Great War (4/14) • Bigger Than the Whole Sky • Paris • High Infidelity (4/29) • Glitch • Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve (5/7) • Dear Reader • Hits Different (6/4)

Other

I don’t wanna live forever (6/3)

[thereticx]

៚𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌

inspired by this song

pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

summary: Eren Jaeger shows his face again after a whole year away, recovering from the mess that was yours' breakup. Summer was already here and with it there's no escaping one another.

warnings: break up, ex's to lovers, cheating rumors, sexual themes, slight body talk

author's note: first attempt to write something that includes a song so I hope this isn't terrible (also the first one shot with smut after some time)

✎"Darling, you need to eat something. Please" Carla's voice rang through the massive room where she and her son stood for almost an hour trying to enjoy some good food. She hated seeing him like this, empty and absent.

Eren played with the fork while slowly raising his eyes to face his mother. He tried to mimic a smile as best as he could, maybe just maybe, she'll let it go "I'm not that hungry I ate before I got here"

The long ride to his mother's house gave him enough time to put himself together, to put up a front, convincing enough in order to not raise suspicions. But he forgot that it's his mother. Carla could read him like an open book, she was able to break through his facade and see him.

"Sweetheart, did you break up? Or is it something else? You know you can—"

"Yeah, we did" The boy felt how tears were about to fall from his eyes. God, he hated crying. It made him weak and hopeless. A single question was enough to take him back to that day where all went downhill.

「Hand over heart, I'm praying

That I'm gonna make it out alive 」

"Three years, Eren! Three damn years!" Your mouth tasted the salty tears that slipped over your chapped lips, then it hit you "Why?"

Eren stood in front of you, his eyes scanning your form. Your beautiful face was coated with tears and your eyes were tinted red from all the emotions flowing through them. Those eyes he got lost in every night held so much pain, so much betrayal, for him.

"Baby…please.. I can explain, just—" His trembling hands reached out for you, taking your face in them, his thumb brushing away a droplet of water. Eren's touch was so comforting yet so strange in that moment. You didn't know what to do, how to react. Part of you wanted to slap him so hard he would feel the sting for days, but another part wanted to give up. It was quite tempting to fall into his arms, to let him taste your lips and whisper what you so desperately wanted to hear.

「You got me scattered in pieces

Shining like stars and screaming」

No it's not right. You couldn't offer him your forgiveness not this time. With a shaky breath you managed to break everything you two have built. Every happy moment where you were laughing together, kissing, undressing everything crumbled. To say it hurt like hell was an understatement. It felt horrible. Eren felt his heart hurt, his chest moving up and down so fast he couldn't breathe properly "Please don't….please"

「This is a modern fairy tale

No happy endings」

That day haunted you for weeks on end. You grew to miss him so—so much that nothing had meaning in your life without him.

Eren was the air you breathed, he was the sun that warmed you up whenever you had a messed up day, when you wanted to smash everything in your sight and just hysterically cry.

He would warm you up with his little smirk that showcased perfect teeth, coming to embrace you and kiss your eyelids, your hair and finally your lips. There, he spent a good amount of time, swallowing every regret you had for the day and every bad thought. His lips were so gentle and sweet you couldn't resist. His fingers playing with the hem of your shorts while saying "Let me love you, baby"

And who were you to deny him?

「The bed's getting cold and you're not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

But I'm not alive until you call

And I'll bet the odds against it all」

The body that laid beside you was unknown, strange. Your soul refused to acknowledge it. The burning feeling you once got from Eren touching you, now it was locked up. There's no such thing as pleasure anymore. Only the gods now, you tried to love him. Your new boyfriend. You really did try.

If only he knew what was going on through your head a few hours ago when you had sex. If only he knew the boy who stole your mind and heart was far—far away and still you felt him so close.

His old shirts were kept in your closet, his ring that he had given you on your first year anniversary was kept beside you on your nightstand.

「There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants」

Nights were the worst. In those moments you felt like the most. Your body tingles when you wear his clothes and when you click on the album you're faced with thousands of memories. All of them printed on your mind that when you close your eyes you're able to see him.

「You got me sippin' on something

I can't compare to nothing」

"Eren…this is my boyfriend" A knife ripped his skin and struck his heart. Was this really happening? He shook his hand trying to be as polite as possible but deep down he wanted to break your boyfriend's head and steal you away from him.

Eren was dressed handsomely but adapted to the hot weather. He had his key necklace hidden under his shirt and a smaller one sitting right at the base of his neck. His arms were decorated with bracelets all of them from the time you went to parties together but what really caught your attention was the ring he wore. The one you bought him when he turned nineteen.

He always wore it, even at the gym. Despite the fact that it left nasty marks on his finger, he didn't dare take it off.

When you trailer your eyes up his form you caught his eyes. You could see the pain and regret was still there, but he restrained himself from making a move. His body just couldn't move. You saw the innerbattle he endured seeing you with another man. It was hard for you too, because if he was to take your hand in his right then and there you'll give in and abandon your morals.

Please do it.

He didn't.

「But then you disappear and make me wait

And every second's like torture」

This was a terrible idea. You shouldn't be here with him. Not alone. It's not like you didn't trust him, you didn't trust yourself.

"So, about that thing. I didn't cheat on you. Historia just got into a fight with Ymir and I hugged her. That's all" Eren felt like it was too late to explain everything. But he had hope that you'll take him back.

「Save your advice 'cause I won't hear

You might be right, but I don't care

There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants

The heart wants what it wants」

You smashed your cold lips against his, licking his lower lip to ask for entrance. His hands cupped your face keeping you so close your breaths became one. The taste of him was so addicting you desperately wanted to rip his clothes off.

"What about him?" He whispered, opening his eyes to scan your reaction. You smiled "The only one I care about right now is you. So, shut up and kiss me"

(the two of you broke up before this)

His arms lifted you by the hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt him smirk against your neck, pressing wet hungry kisses. You tilted your head to the side allowing Eren to mark your neck. Your fingers were in his hair taking out his hair tie and letting the long strands of hair to rest on his shoulders "Eren..please"

"I know baby, I know" With one kiss pressed on your lips he laid you down on his bed sheets, admiring your body. You were curvier than he remembered, more beautiful if that was even possible.

Eren removed his shirt, his torso and abs on full display. He let your finger travel on his pecks while he rested his forehead on yours "I fucking missed you" Your touch raised goosebumps on his whole body and his pants were tighter with every second.

You sat up discarding your clothes along with your bra and underwear. You kept your thighs together to stop the slick from slipping further down your legs.

Eren watched you with hungry eyes when he noticed something. Your arms were around your middle, to hide something. He leaned in, taking your lips in his, meeting your tongue. You couldn't escape him. His overwhelming presence made you remove your arms from around you and pull him in, working your way to get him out of his pants.

Eren gripped his dick in his hand aligning with your entrance. His slit moved briefly up and down teasing you "Eren please.." You raised your hips to get some kind of friction.

The boy gripped your hips and stopped your movements "Tell me if it hurts" He pushed his tip inside, making you gripp the bedsheets. It's been a long time since he had been inside you and your now ex boyfriend wasn't even near as big as Eren.

He pushed forward making you close your eyes to stop the tears from building up "Relax baby I'm almost halfway"

Halfway?

"Eren it hurts—" Upon hearing you, he moved no more. His hands grabbed yours and squeezed them "Shh…you're doing so good love..so good" You opened your eyes seeing him look at you with so much love and admiration. He was painfully hard but still he took it slow for you.

His thumb drew circles on your hand while he whispered "Do you remember the first time we did it? You took me so good. Fuck, this pussy is perfect baby. You're perfect"

While he talked you were so focused that you didn't pay attention to the pain anymore "Can I move?"

Oh..

You slowly nodded your head and felt Eren's thrusts. His movements were slow but deep. Your walls hugged him so good he felt like cumming right then.

"Oh fuck—" He picked up the pace, making you see stars. His dick went deeper with every movement reaching your g spot.

You arched your back feeling your orgasm build up "Eren I'm about to cum" He let go of your arms letting you wrap them around his neck. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, panting.

Eren felt your pussy clench around him as your orgasm hit you "That's it baby. Let it go" He put his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair while he kissed your hair line.

When he pulled out of you, your juices where running down your inner thighs "No..you didn't get to cum"

He laughed sweetly pecking your lips "Don't worry about me—"

But you didn't listen. You pushed him on the bed, your lips kissing him lower and lower, reaching his still hard dick.

You looked up at him and god, he was about break. His hair stuck to his handsome face, his cheeks reddening. He was embarrassed.

You started kissing his dick from the base until you reached his tip. Your tongue came in contact with the precum and didn't hesitate to take him in all the way.

"Fuck—fuck" You felt his fingers grip your hair while he held you there for a second. He didn't apply pressure letting you do whatever.

You moved your head up and down, your tongue flat against his dick. He wasn't able to contain himself and thrusted up in your mouth "Don't stop fuck—"

You didn't dare to. Your hand squeezed his balls while you went faster. His moans were getting louder which indicated that he was close. Eren wasn't the one to shy away when having sex. He was as loud as he wanted.

His dick hit the back of your throat, releasing his load.

He watched you swallow his cum. You crawled on top of him kissing him. He trapped you with his arms, his lips biting your earlobe "I love you, Y/N"

You didn't reply with words but rather you kissed his jaw resting your head on his chest.

I love you

He knew that. You didn't have to speak.

For him it was enough that you were there.

That night the two of you made a promise. Through breathless moments you admitted to yourselves that…..

「The heart wants what it wants, baby

It wants what it wants, baby」

Your hearts want one another.

[thinkofmehoney]

“The city of my heart”

Chapter 2

<- previous chapter

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto

Chapter summary: On the first school day for Mimiko and Nanako, Suguru's joy is clouded by his unresolved tension with Satoru. So then, after some advice from his friend Shoko, Suguru decided to confront Satoru, leading to a charged conversation about their past.

(Click for the Ao3 version!)

Warnings: none

content: Non-sorcerer AU, single dad Satoru x single dad Suguru

notes: I forgot to mention that Satoru comes from a wealthy family, but it’s kind of implied so

The first day of school of Mimiko and Nanako was finally over, the girls had fun with their new classmates and liked the way the school was so big and had beautiful green areas, they loved their new school and Suguru was more than happy about it. But he just couldn’t get what happened earlier out of his mind, his past just kept haunting him mercilessly.

The girls sat down on the couch and he covered them with a blanket, they wanted to watch a new movie with their dad and eat popcorn, they loved having movie nights in family. But Geto needed to make a phone call before he could sit still for an hour to watch a movie.

"Okay girls," He handed over the bowl of freshly made pop corn to Nanako "While you watch the movie I have to make a quick phone call and then I'll join you." The twins immediately protested.

"But you will miss the beginning! That's the important part! or you won’t understand the movie!" Nanako fussed.

"Then we can put it again later or you can tell me what happened." He smiled and headed to the kitchen "I'll be right back, tell me if you need anything!"

The kitchen was far enough from the living room for his conversation to not be heard. He sat on the window frame with a cigarette between his lips, trembling breath sucking in the smoke while he searched for the contact on his phone.

"I guess I was expecting for this call-" The voice said on the other line with a playful tone.

"Shoko why the fuck didn't you tell me that Satoru was going to be at my daughters' school? Or why didn't you tell me that he also has a daughter!" He yelled quietly, trying to not raise his voice but he felt so frustrated he just wanted to scream from the top of his lungs.

"Well he has two kids actually, the other one is a boy." The girl paused for a second, she was smoking too, Suguru was simply speechless. "I was just doing what you asked me to, every time I tried to tell you something about Gojo you always told me you didn't want to know." He couldn't blame her really, because it was true, he didn't want to know about what was going on in Satoru's life, it would have make it harder for him to forget about Satoru and move on.

Well, it didn't really mattered anymore, he couldn't escape him.

"I don't know what to do, I guess sooner or later we'll have to interact." His voice sounded too worried, but Shoko didn’t thought it would be something that complicated really. He took his cigarette out of his mouth, then two fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay but, would it be the end of the world if you two just talk?"

"Yes." He said dryly and Shoko rolled her eyes.

"It would be the end of the world for your ego." She exhaled the smoke. "And your pride."

"It's not ego! It's just-" A frustrated sigh came out of his lips. "You know it's difficult Shoko... we had a fight and it's been like that ever since. I bet he doesn’t even want to see me anyway." Shoko was the one that sighed now.

"Suguru, listen, you can't just let your past dictate your life! You still care about Gojo and I think this is the perfect chance to regain the friendship you two had." He hates to admit it, but Shoko was right. "So maybe, the next time you see him you should reach out and apologize-"

"Huh? He should be the one apologizing to me." She rolled her eyes, her friend still behaved like a teenager.

"Well, I think you both should apologize to each other, don't pretend you’re a saint." Shoko held the phone between her face and her shoulder, opening the car door to go back home from the hospital. "You can't control his actions, but you can take responsibility for yours, and if you ask me, you said pretty hurtful things to him too, so you can start there." A silence followed by a resigned snort was all the answer she needed to hear.

"I guess I'll think about it." She smiled victoriously.

"Good, now if you excuse me, my shift is over and I have to get home to my beautiful girlfriend." He laughed endearingly, at least she could keep her high school sweetheart.

"Alright, thank you Shoko, tell Utahime I said hi."

𓈒 ݁ ₊

It's been days since Satoru saw him and, weirdly enough, they haven't crossed paths when dropping their kids at school yet, which had Satoru at the edge of the seat, because the possibility of running into him was really high, it could happen any time and to be honest, he wouldn't know how to react.

Satoru got out of his car and walked to the school entrance, Tsumiki told him that she needed help to bring some cardboard crafts to the car. The bell would rang soon so the kids were gathering their stuff and would come outside at any minute, any second... why was it taking so long-

"Yo, Satoru."

That voice... How long has he waited to hear that voice again? It sounded so familiar, so soft, like if he had never stopped hearing it.

The kids didn't arrive in time to save him. Satoru felt the cold sweat in the back of his neck, that voice had such an impact on him, and it wasn't for less, it was his voice. Still breathless, he turned around to face him, the ghost of his past that still haunted him after so many years, was right behind him.

"Suguru... hi." Indeed, Satoru looked like he just saw a ghost.

The words hung in the air, heavy with a sense of unresolved tension. Satoru hesitated, his mind racing with the memories of their past argument and the hurtful words they exchanged.

Suguru doubted his decision for a moment, maybe this was too impulsive, but it was too late to take a step back now. They were silent, Suguru just looked around trying to think what to do next, thankfully Satoru was too shocked now to feel nervous.

"Book day is coming, did you know?" Suguru is thanking his daughters on his mind, since all they talked about was the preparations for Book day at school.

Satoru came out of his trance, well... kinda, the shock was too much that he just went numb, he could hold the conversation now, but when he gets home he's planning to stare at the ceiling for a long time while thinking about this.

"Yeah, my daughter is pretty excited about it." Oh? his daughter was also obsessed with book day... Suguru didn’t expect to get sentimental about it.

"Oh, really?" A subtle but nostalgic smile decorated his lips, "That's really sweet, do you have her costume yet?"

Slowly, Satoru was feeling at ease. This was Suguru after all, his best friend who he could talk to about anything, this small talk felt just natural, "She won't be on the play, she's making the decorations and scenography, but my son will be that blueish smiling cat, what about you?"

"Same thing, one will be on the play and the other will be the narrator. I'll go buy her costume next Tuesday near here."

A silence fell on them, and they just stood there, looking at the school front doors waiting for the kids to come out, it was the calm before the storm.

Suguru continued to talk, hands in his pocked followed by a sigh "We need to talk, don't you think?"

Satoru tensed at his words, a mix of surprise and uncertainty on his face "Talk? About what?"

Their eyes found each other, filled with longing, yearning, and even remorse dyed with stubbornness, "About everything, about us."

Satoru's gaze slipped away from him, they were so close and yet so far, "Now?"

"Well, we can't keep running from this... it's been too long already." A whole decade, it's been a whole decade and Satoru dares to ask him if they needed to talk right now.

Satoru crossed his arms and looked down, trying to hide how hurt he still was. This topic still felt like a fresh wound for both of them. Suguru was the first to talk.

"I don't think we should let this tension exist between us Satoru, because it's a fact that we will see each other almost everyday here, and-" Suguru felt a knot tightening his throat, it was difficult talking about them, and even more if he was talking directly to him. "and also because we used to be so close until-"

"Until we weren't," Satoru finished, bitterness creeping into his voice. "You left, Suguru. You simply ran away from everything, from me..."

His words felt like daggers... It wasn't like that...

His heart ached, it's been aching for a while, "I'm sorry for that, okay? But you have to understand that it wasn't about you, I needed to do it for me, for my own struggles..."

Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly, "Your struggles? What struggles, Suguru? You could just figure out your things without leaving, it wasn't that much of a deal." He spitted, and Suguru felt like he was downplaying his pain.

Suguru hesitated, his words sting like blood and lemon, but his voice remained calmed nonetheless "Life hasn't been easy for me, Satoru. I had to figure things out on my own. I didn't have the privileges you did."

Satoru's anger flared. "Privileges? Yes, I may had privileges like money and shit, but you think I had it easy? On top of that you left me alone, you abandoned our friendship, you didn't want to share your struggles with me."

Suguru's jaw tightened. "It's not that simple, Satoru. I needed space, I needed to get out of that damn city."

Satoru scoffed "That's what you always do, huh? Running away from your problems instead of facing them?"

The tension escalated, each word cutting deeper. Suguru's resolve wavered, and he took a step back, Satoru's eyes softened at this, guilt starting to overflow his irises and features.

"Listen Satoru, I didn't come here to fight with you. I did run, yes, but I'm here now, and i'm trying to make things right this time." His voice was now gentle, sincere and harmless. And Satoru feels like a complete asshole.

Satoru sighed, his fingers pressing the bridge of his nose "This is just... too much for me right now, I... I need to think about this."

Suguru saw his two girls walking through the hallway, getting closer to the front doors of the school. Breathing in and out, he was ready to finish their conversation for today, he didn't want his daughters to see him so distressed.

Once again, their eyes found each other, something so new but so familiar they could draw the patterns of their irises from memory, "When you feel ready to talk about this... Reach out to me, let's not waste this second chance we have."

As soon as he finished his sentence, Suguru looked to the hallway with the sweetest smile, a distinct contrast from just instants ago. He greeted his daughters with a tight hug and Satoru's heart melted, who would've thought he could get to see this in his lifetime?

It tasted bittersweet to Satoru, he lost so many years, so many important things on Suguru's life, but at least he was lucky enough to see with his own eyes how his life changed for the better in the end, he was certainly happier than the last time he saw him, and with two beautiful girls that resembled him so much…

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Satoru and his kids were already back home. Their house was peacefully quiet, Tsumiki was watching a movie in the living room while Megumi was doing god knows what in his room. It was moments like this where he could somewhat relax and find the peace he didn't have during the day. So he grabbed some ice cream from the freezer and laid down on the woven sofa outside the big window where you could see the garden, he needed some peace to find clarity about the situation.

Satoru often thought on how meeting Suguru during high school marked a significant turning point in his life.

Before Suguru came into the picture, Satoru was, by his own admission, a bit of a brat. The privileges that came with being part of the affluent Gojo family had perhaps made him a bit entitled. It wasn't until Suguru entered his life that Satoru began to experience a shift in perspective.

Suguru had a unique way of humbling Satoru, and it wasn't always through words. The first punch he received after being repeatedly disrespectful towards their teachers was a wake-up call. It was a physical reminder that not everyone would tolerate his prepotence. That punch grounded him, making him realize that he wasn't just Satoru Gojo from the prestigious Gojo family; he was simply Satoru, a spirited kid with white hair, a sweet tooth, and a newfound appreciation for humility. Suguru, in his own way, became the catalyst for Satoru's journey towards self-discovery and personal growth.

Suguru was such a significant person in his life, and he missed him so, so much.

He missed when Suguru rode his bike and he sat behind because he didn't know how to do it, or when they stayed up all night playing video games and talking about their lives or gossiping, he even misses when Suguru scolded him for being arrogant.

It was so clear to him, he wanted Suguru back, he wants to reclaim their friendship and get to know the man he has become over the years. But there was one thing stopping him, and it was the fears that flooded his mind.

What if he leaves again?

He was lucky to have his kids, they made him stronger by having someone who depended on him, because if he was on his own, he wouldn't know what to do if he's left alone again after letting Suguru back into his life.

Suguru leaving him again sounded awful, but then he thought: Suguru was already out of his life for the past decade, if they started talking again and then he left, he just would be where he is right now. Yes, it would leave him feeling like shit, but he was stronger than he was twelve years ago, he could get through it.

From this perspective, he had nothing to lose, he missed his one and only best friend and they deserved another chance. If he leaves him, too bad, he would have to just grow a pair and get over it. But if he stayed, then he wanted to see where it would take them.

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"Tsumiki, do you have dad's credit card information?" Megumi asked Tsumiki with his phone on his hands, ready to put Satoru's card numbers on some app.

His older sister answered him while she watched Twilight on the living room TV, "No, I forgot to take a picture, but why don't you ask him for his wallet?" Still looking at the TV, she pointed to the big sliding glass door, on the other side Satoru was sitting on their woven chairs.

Megumi squinted his eyes, "Is he reading?" Tsumiki now turned to look at him now that the movie just ended.

She shook her head, denying, "He's been staring at the wall since the movie started." Her brother looked surprised.

"What? What if he died or something? Maybe he had a heart attack from all the sugar..."

They both looked at each other worried, immediately walking towards him and making him jump when the sliding door hit its ending. Both of the kids sighed in relief.

"You guys scared me! I almost had a heart attack!" They tensed up at the joke, and Satoru was still worried, "What happened Tsumi? Why did you slide the door open like that?"

"We thought you were dead!" She answered just as panicked as her dad.

"What?!"

Megumi added "Yeah we thought you had a heart attack because of all the sugar you eat."

"Oh, no no!" Satoru opened his arms, and his babies got closer to receive his hug. "I don't have health issues, kids. Nothing's gonna happen to me." He chuckled at the end of the sentence now that he calmed down, "I was just thinking about something, that's why I didn't move I guess."

Now that they knew that Satoru was alive, they could relax. Their dad smiled at them and asked "Are you guys hungry? because I am." Megumi nodded.

"About that... Can I borrow your wallet? I wanted to order carbonara for dinner." Satoru's eyes widened.

"Carbonara? Wow I raised some bougie kids, huh? When I was your age I would just order a KFC bucket or a burger." Satoru's stomach growled, now that Megumi mentioned carbonara, it didn't sound bad at all. He grabbed his wallet and gave it to him. "Well, if you insist."

The boy grabbed it and started typing the info, and ended up ordering ¥9400 worth of food and drinks. Satoru choked when he heard the amount. "You kids will end up spending my family's generational wealth if I keep giving you my card, you are lucky I don't like them that much."

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What's the best thing to do when stressed about exams? Study? No. Write a g/t story until 4 in the morning? Of course! This one is definitely getting a part two. And possibly three. I dont wanna go starting a new story that I'll never get around to finishing as I already have plenty of stories to work on, but I got inspiration and had to write so enjoy. (Side note I was listening to part of your world from the little mermaid before I wrote this so you'll see connections in one part)

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Part of that world: part 1

The crew had just about wrapped up their game after a good few hours of play when Theo piped up among the conversation after a sip of his drink

"Oh! I forgot to tell you all! Remember how I said I thought this place was haunted?"

Nearly everyone groaned, much to Theos frustration

"Oh okay, because we sit here every weekend playing a fantasy game but ghosts and spirits are off the table?"

Besides him Thomas rolled his eyes with a smirk

"We never claimed the game was real, Theo. Neither are ghosts."

Maisey perked up at that shaking her head

"Well..I mean I feel like there's a possibility ghosts exist just..not here Theo. I'm sure your beliefs are justified!.. and I suppose I may be bias as I don't live in this building so I wouldn't know..but this building isn't very old- and as far as I'm aware, thankfully nobody's died here...yet."

Before anyone else could make their arguments Theo continued

"Yes yes! Well I'll have you know ouiji boards exist and it wouldn't surprise me if one of the neighbours dabbled in the dark arts before, my bets on Helen from 2B upstairs. Anyways!! What I wanted to say was, I bought cameras, for the kitchen to start with. I might get more but the kitchen seems to have the most evidence of supernatural so"

Thomas laughed from across the table

"Dude. You're crazy. You sure you're not high again?"

Henry who never usually pitched into conversations like this even had something to say, in his usual brooding manner- though he was Theos flatmate so his words were necessary in this matter

"You bought cameras and I'm only being informed now? You do realise rent is due in two weeks? You better not have wasted all your money."

Theo made gestures of neglect with his hands, shoving off the comment.

"Oh relax, you'll get the money man. They were off some dingy website. And I only set them up yesterday so no need to worry about privacy. I haven't even turned them on yet. But tonight. Tonight I get my answers!"

Sadie, adjusted her hair and snorted "yep. He's insane. I think the finals coming up are starting to get to you Theo."

Theo stood with a look of finality, clapping his hands together.

"Say what you will, but tonight we shall see, and you shall weep of embarrassment. Ye of little faith. For now, I belive we can wrap up this campaign for this evening, I do need to get these cameras on after all."

And so the crew packed it up, all wishing their goodbyes Thomas pairing off with Sadie, grabbing a box of takeout from the table with them. Maisey after giving Henry a kiss and Theo a hug made her way to the door only to stop before hand

"Best of luck with the cameras, Theo. Despite everything, I'll be curious to see if you find anything. Night guys!"

When all had left Theo shut the door to face a disgruntled Henry who regarded him with folded arms.

"Aw come on pal, don't gimme that. Listen I know you think I'm crazy but just, trust me on this! Things going missing, noises in the kitchen, voices in the walls?!"

Henry pinched his nose and sighed, pushing up his glasses.

"That isn't a ghost, Theon. It's rats. And as for voices, they're either an effect of marijuana or squeaking. Besides, I've already got it covered. You may have noticed the traps I've set."

Theo grumbled at this, his roommate ever so logical.

"Yeah I've seen 'em. Rich of you to comment on me wasting money when you bought all those!"

Henry shut his eyes, it was clear Theo was testing his limits- of which wore thin. He exhaled deeply through his nose

"It's a rational assumption Theon. Especially since rat's are real. And you should know I value cleanliness. I won't have some vermin lurking about if I can do something about it."

Theo took a mouthful of noodles from an open box, finishing it off and depositing it in the trash. He swallowed and met Henry's eyes.

"Well, one of us is right. And one is wrong. Let's let the camera decide."

Henry's face fell flat with a tiresome expression. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Part of him praying the tech would show some full proof footage to finally shut his friend up.

"Goodnight, Theo."

In the end. Both boys were wrong. Though a judgemental eye would say Henry's theory was not far off. Pitter patters raced through the walls, from four small sets of feet. One pair slower than the other.

"Daphne! Wait up!"

But the other pair persisted, destination and goal in mind and on path.

The male voice breathed out harshly

"Come on Daph! You know I'm not as fast at you!"

Suddenly the other pair stopped and the small borrower boy came crashing into them -or rather her- with an 'oof'. But the girl didn't say a thing, only looked out in awe

"There it is Riven. The kitchen.."

Riven came to her side.

"You..you say this everytime you know that?..look, I've got a bad feeling about tonight I think it's best we make this quick."

Daphne turned with a raised brow and smirk to her friend

"You're not getting cold feet now, are you?"

Riven shook his head incredulously

"N-no! Of course not. Just, Daph.. I have a bad feeling is all. You seen the traps yesterday, right? And before you say it I know you'd never fall for them! B-but still! It's.. unnerving to picture. I just wanna be careful about this!"

Daphne wasn't phased by this and only smiled brighter

"Crazy right? Humans are so creative with their traps. I'd love to get my hands on one, I'm sure they'd be interesting to dismantle.."

Riven paled

"I..did I just hear you right? Gods Daphne they're deathtraps! Those things can and will kill us!"

Daphne rolled her eyes shrugging him off, ready to hurry off before Riven latched onto her arm.

"Please Daphne..just..just be careful. I wouldn't want anything to ever happen to you. Plus your father would do a lot worse to me than any trap could ever achieve."

Daphnes features softened and she pulled her friend into a hug.

"Alright Riven..I won't be long tonight. Or even 'foolish'" She mocked her fathers voice on that last word and continued

"Besides, Father doesn't even know we come here. He's too busy with the others. I dont even think he knows we come here. We aren't on the borrowing squad after all." She huffed, deadpanning with a mumble "He made sure of that much"

Riven eased

"Good. Though, no offense Daph..but I kinda get his precautions..no matter how good you are. You tend to get carried away.."

Daphne frowned at this, though her casual smirk founds its footing again, grabbing her friends arms and leaving through their secret exit out onto the counter tops.

Moonlight lit the kitchen and a tickling of a clock resounded through the quiet expanse.

The pair exited, one much faster than the other.

Daphne twirled around in glee as Riven was pulled along.

"Come on! Come on!"

Riven stumbled out almost falling forward, he grabbed his friend for support pulling himself up

"Daph! C-calm down!"

She hurried along, practically dancing about, basking in the moonlight. So many possibilities and so little time! Where to start was the question plaguing her most.

It didn't take long to figure out, Daphne was a very distracted girl after all.

She got loose of Rivens hold and her eyes lit up.

"Oh my gosh..Riven look.." She whispered.

Just before her sat the most peculiar thing. It was circular- almost like a button? But metal? An it had jagged sort of edges.

"It almost like a..bowl? Is that what humans call it?"

She knelt down gently and traced her fingers over it in awe, before picking it up and twisting it over. It's red sleek shine reflected in the dim lighting and as another bonus it was surprising light!  On the back there was an intricate design, words?

"C-o-k-e"

She sounded it out coming to the conclusion that it sounded 'coh-keh'

Riven inspected it too tilting his head

"I think it might be off a drink? You know..like a lid thing?"

Daphnes eyes lit up

"It's absolutely beautiful. And it's just.. lying here.."

Riven interupted before she could continue already sensing where her mind was headed.

"Daphne, no."

Daphne pouted

"Oh come on Riv! Clearly it isn't that important. They just left it here after all! And I know just where it will go in the collection."

Riven tried to reason but he knew it was a lost cost, so he resorted to excuses.

"I-its too big though! It won't fit in your satchel and you'll never be able to get past the guards with that button. They think we are scouting after all. If you come back with a borrow that big your father will know."

Daphne once more didn't seem bother by this, if anything she seemed determined.

"Nonsense. Humans leaves stuff outside all the time. I'll say I brought it home as a reward for my labour. You really think the guards will argue with the daughter of the chief?" She quipped.

"Possibly Daph..they're quite rude. Listen, we've never been here during the day. We don't know the humans, their attitudes or routine. Perhaps this cap is here for a reason. And if not that, then it must be some sort of test. You seen the traps. They think they have rats. Maybe they want to mess with them?"

At this Daphne faltered. Her eyes filled with dismay as she heeded her friends advice. Sure, it was amazing. Sure, she longed to take it home..but..her friend mattered more. It was already dangerous enough dragging him here with her. Leaving the treasure could be a compromise of sorts to make sure he kept coming with her. He was her only friend after all, and she would never want to loose him.

"Okay" She sighed placing it down.

"Gods I wish I was on the borrowing squad. If only I could convince father." She turned to her friend

"You know sometimes, they go during the day! They actually see humans..I mean..could you imagine?"

Riven swallowed, clearly not sharing her interest in seeing such large beings up close.

"Humans are so.."

"Dangerous?" Riven offered, to which Daphne chuckled lightly

"Yes.. I suppose..but gosh..just look at this stuff Riv..it's amazing..it's so creative and wonderful. I just..don't see how world that makes such wonderful things, could be so bad?"

Riven gave a look of pity. He took her hand a guided her to the edge, sitting down to which she obliged.

"It's not the creations that's are bad..it's who makes them..sure, there is cool stuff like that thingy, but then again, there is traps. Poison. All sorts of dangers. But I get it, Daph. It is pretty interesting, just dangerous. But for what it's worth, you'd make a fantastic borrower."

He did truly believe it- only part of him hated the thought. She was agile, quick and fast! But she was far too fascinated with humans, and that would only lead to one thing. He shivered at the thought.

They sat in silence as the listened to the clock tick, but with Daphne quiet never lasted very long.

"Yknow, I hear humans are kinda like borrowers."

Riven couldn't picture that. The height difference was staggering enough, but he was willing to hear her out.

"Apparently, when they need stuff, they leave their homes and return with bags full of supplies! It's like they have some sort of hidden storage facilities that has never ending supplies. Could you imagine?"

Riven cocked his head

"Really? I always pictured they traded stuff. Like.." He was shocked to find his next words leaving his mouth "Like us."

"I wonder what they trade then. One time outside I saw the most fantastic object. It was like that shiny red thing over there, only it was a different colour and completely flat! Kinda silvery? Like metal. Oh and it had a face on it!" At her friends bewildered look she laughed once more

"It's true! Anyways.. part of me reckoned they traded with those. I never seen another, so assumed it was rare. And I couldn't take it home because well..Father. It would've made a fine addition to the collection."

Riven smiled, but then a thought came over him. They'd been here quite a while- and this was meant to be a short visit. He did have a bad feeling in his gut after all.

"H-hey..I dont mean to cut things short. But we should head back now."

Daphne faltered as he stood up, hesitant to do so.

"We've only been here a little while!"

She watched his shoulders fall as he released a withheld breath

"I know but I trust my gut Daph..we should head home. Especially if we wanna be up early tomorrow"

It was Daphnes turn to be confused. Up early? Riven raised a brow as if to prompt her memory, but when he got no avail he solved her inner dilemma.

"We've got scouting at dawn, remember?"

Immediately Daphne rose to her feet in shock. "Right!! Oh gods how could I forget? I'm so foolish- come on then let's get out of here!"

Together the pair hurried off, but before they made it to the exit something caught her eye.

A small box with a blinking light. Riven was already in the wall ahead of her, but she stopped.

And slowly made her way over, with awe and caution.

What was this?

She paused before it, it was a big enough contraption, it went up to her rib area in height. She examined the strange box utterly enchanted. How was she only seeing this now?!

She got down on her knees to see an odd glassy circle in its core.

She tapped it once and skittered away immediately expecting a reaction, but it remained still, it's light persistent in its blinking.

She heard Riven coming back as he hopped back through

"Daphne! There you are! You scared me for a sec, I was talking to myself in there and I- what are you doing?"

He approached her before he too came to a halt.

"Um..Daph..what is that?"

Daphne who was starstruck only whispered

"No idea Riv..but its incredible."

Riven glared down at it. Something about the red light felt like warning signal.

"L-lets go Daph..this feels wrong."

She was instant to defend her newest find when Riven assured her they could return to see it again. She hesitantly agreed, as Riven pulled her away from it and guided her back to the wall. The whole way there, she didn't let it leave her sights once.

How peculiar..

Theo awoke the next morning. Ah, Sunday. Such a blasted day. A much appreciated break (if one didn't have to study), but a reminder that college resumed the next day. He lay back in his bed as the morning sun drifted in and bird song whistled about. Now..what was on today's agenda?

The d&d campaign didn't resume until next week when everyone was free again, so his efforts as dungeon master could take a break. He had no assignments. Odd. He was sure there was something about today that was incredibly important to him.

He turned on his phone and a video he fell asleep watching resumed.

'Buzzfeed Unsolved: The Demonic Possession of the Conjuring House

Seemed about right. He was pretty restless last night after his conversation with Henry-

Wait.

He sprung up immediately, his sheets billowing on the floor.

"The cameras!!"

He skidded out into the hall, almost slipping over his pyjamas as he hurried down to the kitchens to his cameras.

He was so excited. Proving people wrong was fun but proving Henry wrong? Now that was a celebration to behold.

This is not the way a normal person should act to their home being haunted- but if anything Theo wanted to witness the wandering spirits more than anything.

He slammed open the kitchen door and instantly scooped up camera one, the view of the dining area. He uploaded its content to his phone and pressed play, watching with bated breath.

Only to falter..in the corner on fast play it read the time. It got all the way to the current hour and absolutely nothing happened.

Ok..not great.

But there was still hope!!

Betting on the second camera he held his phone inches from his face watching for signs of something, anything!!

But there was absolutely nothing. Just the endless image of the cooker.

He felt his shoulders droop as he picked up camera three, questioning if it was even worth it. He sighed sitting back as he played the recording, anxiousness building in his stomach at the thoughts of his friends laughing at him. He usually didn't mind it, his theories were extreme after all. But this time he really hoped to be correct.

And somehow his prayers were answered.

And not in anyway he ever expected.

His eyes widened, his jaw slacked and he stood immediately, knocking the chair to the ground.

"Holy fuck!"

Two tiny figures stepped out onto the counter at two a.m. His heart was positively pounding, the phone fell from his hands, which he scrambled to catch, falling to the floor.

He sprung up almost leaping as he crashed into the cupboards.

"HENRY! HENRY!!! GET IN HERE!"

Henry was tired. In general and of his roommate's shit. He cared for him dearly, but some days he longed to move in permanently with Maisey. Anything to escape his madness- anything to escape mornings like this.

Of course he knew what he was being so urgently summoned for. Theon believed his blasted little cameras saw a ghost. If he were in better moods he wouldve played along to make it easier. But he was rather dull this morning. He longed for caffeine more than anything. Though there was no getting near the delicacy without Theon getting in the way.

He snatched his glasses, a sour expression painted his face. Better get it over and done with then.

He marched out into the kitchen, to find his roommate clutching his head as he stared down to his phone in shock.

"Theon, I swear, you're getting on my last nerve. You didn't see a bloody ghost."

But his friend simply shook his head- in agreement, not taking his eyes off the screen for a second.

"You're right. I didn't."

Henry hitched at this, Theon admiting he was wrong? That wasn't something that happened everyday. He decided to entertain his nonsense.

"Alright. You got my attention. What is it?"

Theon looked up from his phone

"Something much better. Call everyone get them here now. No time to loose. Go quickly!!"

Henry was taken a back, and frustrated to say the least but while Theon usually pulled stunts like this, this one seemed awfully genuine. He grabbed his phone.

It was thirty minutes later when the others arrived much to Theons dismay. They sure did take their time. But in that half an hour he hadn't moved. He simply kept rewinding- annoying the daylights out of his roommate who was getting more impatient about his outstanding discovery by the second. They were so small, so fragile..so very impossible. But it would appear more so, improbable. He dissected each frame harbouring any detail he could. Unfortunately for him the recording was black and white- part of night vision filter he guessed- he couldn't exactly make out their appearances but the were so human. There eyes both glowed from the recording so judging their actual eye colour was near impossible. It was almost the same with skin colour though the boy seemed quite tan, the girl pale. The boys messy hair was definitely dark brown, the girls looked to be a blonde? Or red? He couldn't distinguish it, but it was tied back in a ponytail that swished around around her excitement. Their clothes were also a point of interest, looking like sew scrap fabric. He couldn't imagine having to make his own clothing, albeit he was crafty but not that crafty.

He didn't want to spoil the surprise to his roommate so he kept the volume off, waiting to hear what these two had to say in the company of his crew. If they could even say anything that is.. he really hoped they could. It was eating him inside, if they could speak what language was it? An entirely new one? English? What did they sound like? They seemed to be a different species all together. His patience was at a loose end, he kept asking Henry every five minutes if their friends had arrived yet, which led to no avail.. and almost resulted in Henry shattering his coffee mug in fury.

But then the knock came and Theo sprung up whipping it open and ordering them to follow without any other explanation.

Once he had them all gathered he sat them down in their living room and shut them all up before they could start ranting about time or bombarding him with questions.

"Alright alright. Now I'm sure you're wondering why you're all here at eight a.m on a Sunday morning."

"Yeah, I'd love to know pal!" Thomas quipped sarcastically only for Sadie to continue "This is insane Theo. It's too early for this."

Theo almost faltered but he knew what they were about to see would shut their traps. Maisey yawned from beside Henry

"Please, Theo, it's quite early. I understand you're excited but..just..yeah"

Theo smiled at her, appreciating her acknowledgement only to clap and almost jump with a start.

"Right then. As you may remember for last night I believed there to be ghosts in this apartment. Specifically the kitchen."

"Oh jesus, this?! Man, this better be good" Thomas groveled.

"Well, I didn't find any ghosts, but I found something much better."

He screen mirrored his phone to the TV and pressed play.

Two a.m hit and he slowed it down.

Everyone was silent, and Thomas was about to break said silence when his eyes widened.

He sat up instantly. Henry spat out his coffee. Maisey squeaked. Sadie's jaw was on the floor.

Theos grin went from ear to ear as he finally grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. The big reveal. Please. Please

'Come on! Come on!' 'Daph! C-calm down!' 'Oh my gosh..Riven look'

The group sat in shocked silence, nobody dared interupt the little beings as the girl discovered a lid from a coke bottle. Theo, Sadie and Thomas all found a smile playing at their lips at her pronouncement of the word, the other two looked as if they'd lost all their brain cells- which was terrible as they were the smartest of the bunch. The mini duo marveled at the trash, the conversation moving on to her taking it to her collection. Then to her father- so there was more of them!

Theo couldn't help but catch how the boy spoke of 'humans' with such uncertainty. But absolutely adored how the girls eyes sparkled at the mere idea of them..of people like him. She..she reminded him of himself.

Henry despite his shock admired the boys intelligence for watching out for possible dangers, and could feel pity knowing exactly how it felt to have an over-the-top friend himself. Surely the square cube law outruled any possibility of tiny people yet here they were..

Sadie who too was floored, found the girl amusing, she was a proper Disney princess with how she was acting..all she needed was an animal sidekick. She was so curious about everything and it made her wonder the girls age. She looked old enough but younger than her. Same for the boy.

Maisey was in awe, as was everyone but this was something she couldn't describe..that's science couldn't even describe. She couldn't quite comprehend it all but she was trying her best. A whole society of tiny people.

Thomas was gonna explode. He was like a ticking bomb. This was absolutely insane. Guilt fell over him for his doubts in Theo but knowing how his friend usually was he felt he was justified. He'd been that way since they were kids. This was one of the rare times he'd been right.. not about ghosts..but of something supernatural being in his home. Thomas felt a smile pull on his face as he watched the antics of the duo, reminding him of his own friends. He'd very much like to meet them..

The girl being the daughter of a chief, her awe of human creation, the boys fear of it.. her longing to be on the borrowing squad. And the boys comfort that she'd make an excellent borrower..

Theos eyes lit up as a whole new wave of possibilities and excitement fell down upon him.

Namely when and how he would meet his new little borrower friends.

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Hello bestiieeee!! I am very interested in all of your fubuki hcs!! Can I hear them?

Ofc bestie,

Where do i even begin ?

He used to be a very shy person when little, like to introvert to function. Someone (who is not his parent) told him being tipsy un-shy people and gave him bottles to drink everyday. Since then he is an alcoholic, thanks random dude.

Very admired by Yukimura and seems highly regarded in Hakuren in Go era. But don't follow him after school : he goes to a pub to get absolutely wasted and lose his money on stupid bets.

Don't get fooled on his seemingly gentleness : he alreaded gossiped and rosted on you and your whole dynasty with his bro (in og in his head, irl in areorion). Even when they clearly needed help. At some point, he feels guilty to talk shit about ppl and says "but who are we to judge anyway" with a straight face, and then proceed to burst in laughter seconds later.

Shirou and Atsuya in areorion be like : "a blizzard is forming! Byyyye. But before we go skating"

The most chaotic and worst driver ever, he lost his license years ago but still drivin anyway. Irony since his trauma is technically car accident. Once, he drove yukimura to hakuren since he missed the bus : the later will forever regret this mistake, still haunts his nightmare. On the highway, yukimura realized he forgot something at home, so fubuki drove backward, slaloming between incoming cars. Fubuki was very calm and composed during the trip, even eating his breakfast while driving and taking sips pf beer.

I feel like him and Kazemaru were the lead singers in the dorm during FFI, blasting the dramatic and/or cheesy romantic music until late at night, when Fudou usually snaps and tell em to stfu.

At some point, i hc him as a trans male because of a fanfic (i am only human after all).

Has no fashion sense and a very peculiar way to decorate his room : almost no furniture, everything in boxes, and has a random buffet dude as poster. There is almost no food in fridge, only drinks, but boy do he has medicines.

I think this all for the moment.... do you want me to do atsuya?

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Chapter 7! We get to meet Josie, but, more importantly, we get to meet Renfield. Cat Incoming!

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I nearly slip and fall in the mud on my way out of the graveyard, stopping just long enough to let a part-timer know I was heading out for a bit before sprinting through the gate, past the apartment block and into downtown to Mean Mug. 

She's sat with two coffees at our table, the one we'd spent so long talking and laughing and staring into each other's eyes. But today is just one more failure in a pattern of [not being on time.] I don't know how it happens. I swear I try, but any time we make plans, I forget, or I get distracted, and I show up late.

I'm not going to pretend I'm the only wronged party here. Josie was the one who pulled the plug on our relationship, and I'm trying not to blame her for it. But I also see the way she purses her lips and checks her phone -- that hint of frustration she tries to subdue until it festers into bitterness -- and it sparks an old frustration in me that I have to fight back.

I swallow it. We're being civil today. I swallow my anger and waltz in with a smile. "What do you know, Jo?"

"Hey, Kaz." She looks at me with an uncertain smile that fades quickly.

"What's up?"

"Um..." She gestures vaguely, and sighs in that specific way that tells me I've missed something important.

I bite back the urge to snap. What is it this time? Look. I'm air headed. My skills lay in organizing other people's schedules, landscaping a historical site, and having big muscles. It took a while to figure out how to read her unspoken messages and the intricacies of every roll of her beautiful brown eyes, but I had yet to turn into a mind-reader.

[“Where’s the box?”]

Shit. God Jesus damn it shit. In my rush to get over here, I'd completely forgotten our whole reason for meeting. "Look, Josie, I..." I groan. There's no good excuse, but I try anyway. "It's been... you know, a real long day, and I completely forgot."

"I bet." She nods. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I should have written it down, but there was the tree trimming to schedule, and Mr. Ngo's wife was sick--"

"Oh no. Is Phan okay?"

"She's doing better, but he's taking a few days off to look at her."

"Okay, yeah. Keep going."

"So I had to give an interview for the ghost hunters--"

"The what?"

Shit.

I had also, incidentally, been briefed on the NDA Mr. Ngo had signed to let the Archivists work in relative anonymity here. [maybe? hm.]

I groan, but make myself answer her. "There's some guys here looking into a bunch of local legends. They're going to take a few ghost tours, and they spent the day going around the graveyard with a tour guide to see the historically significant graves, and..."

"And...?" Her eyes shine.

"And they're spending a few nights ghost hunting in the graveyard, and I have to supervise."

"And...?"

"And...that includes tonight?"

"And...?" She looks me dead in the eye.

This time, I know what she means. "And it's the Haunted Archivists."

I wince as she shrieks, a hand over her mouth. "I knew it! I knew it. Oh my god, I'm so jealous." She hesitates, and I know she's trying to decide whether or not to ask me for a big, important favor.

"Absolutely not," I say, before she has a chance. "Mr. Ngo trusts me to handle things while he's away, and I'm not going to let someone into the graveyard at night!" Not to mention, I was still on thin ice with the archivists.

"You don't have to. Just leave the gate open just a smidge."

"No." She pouts, batting her eyes at me.

"Can I--"

I make a point of slurping loudly.

Josie groans, but accepts her fate.

#

Sunset falls on the graveyard, old trees and headstones casting strangely shaped shadows across the grass. I haven't had a chance to touch up that one portion, and wince. I take pride in my work, and this looks sloppy, half-finished. Still, nobody else seems to care. More than anything, they just grumble as I usher them out and lock the gate.

"Sorry, guys. You can visit again tomorrow."

There's some closing work to do -- sweeping the front of the office space, collecting any trash left over. It's nearing nine when I'm done, which means the Haunted Archivists are on their way for call time.

[transition, tbh could take out.]

A brief history of the Ouija board. [fill in with the ouija board history.]

And now, thanks to Hasbro and Hollywood's combined efforts, I'm sitting in a graveyard at the end of my latest double shift, loaded up on caffeine, watching a bunch of people figure out the best lighting by which to contact the dead.

"Do you guys need me for anything, or...?" I gesture helplessly. I feel useless standing around, but no visitors are allowed to be unsupervised at night, even if they do have filming permits.

"Um...No? Not really, sorry." Lourdes shrugs, but I don't think she's sorry.

"How long do you guys think you'll be setting up for? There's a patch of grass over there that I didn't get to mow this week, and I don't want to let it get much taller."

"You mow the grass at night?"

"Sure. I mean -- usually I do it at four or five in the morning, but I can make do."

[They say no, and instead she goes to tend to some of the flowers around the headstones, straightening them and brushing off debris.]

She doesn't text back right away. Weird, but not unheard of. I leave it be, and turn on the lawnmower and take care of what I can before Maddie lets me know it's time to start filming. I guess I'm making too much noise for the sound tech, so instead I follow Maddie back to the circle of light where the rest of the Archivists are finding their places.

I stop just short of the light as my phone rings, and pull it out to check if Mr. Ngo needs anything. But it's only Josie. Of course. I groan, and reject the call, instead sending a text to let her know I have to turn my phone on silent when cameras are rolling.

Mick and Lourdes (who i s2g need better names) sit on the ground on either side of their ouija board

and as theyre filming, another call this one with the emergency ringtonew.  "Josie, I told you, I'm busy with a film crew tonight." I'm half expecting her to tell me she's outside one of the gates and to pretty please let her in.

Instead, she's in tears. I can barely make out what she's saying, and I have to try a couple times to get her to calm down enough to speak in words.

I mouth an apology to the team and step away to continue the call. "Josie, it's okay. I'm here. Just tell me what's wrong."

"It's -- It's Renfield," she manages to cry out. "He's gone."

"What?"

My heart drops. Josie's ancient rescue cat, a fluffy black beast named Renfield. [something]

"What happened? Did you see where he went?"

"No -- I left the door open too long after bringing my box in, and he must have just..." She dissolved into tears once more.

"Okay, Josie, I'll help look for him. I promise. I can't... go too far right now, but I'll look around the apartment block, okay?"

"Okay."

I excuse myself to go look around the block closest to the graveyard, glancing back every now and then to ensure the lights and film crew hadn't gone too far. It wasn't going to be easy to find a black cat in the middle of the night, but I hoped sweeping my phone's flashlight around would be enough to catch his eyes reflecting in the shadows. But after a half hour of no luck, I feel obligated to return to the graveyard and check in on the film crew.

I'm just past the east gate when a shadow bolts past me. It's as tall as my shins, trailing a familiar smell of fur and tuna, and I take off after it without a thought.

Renfield's got his ears flat against his head, fur bristled so he looks twice as big as usual, but he's moving faster than I'd ever seen him go. I chase him across the green, twisting and turning through headstones, and part of me realizes that if it wasn't for my ex-girlfriend's ancient cat moving at super-feline speed, this would have been a fantastic workout.

"Come on, Renfield! Stop running!"

He doesn't listen. Instead, he bolts to the side, taking off towards the sphere of light where the Haunted Archivists have their ouija board set up. Lourdes and Mick sit on either side, hands on the planchette, but they're all watching with horror as Renfield nears the set.

"Catch him! Someone catch him!" I yell.

One of the gaffers makes a brave effort, but Renfield evades his grasp. He leaps between the two hosts, knocking the ouija board to the side and sending the planchette flying before disappearing into the dark.

"Sorry!" I yell, leaping after him, and finally tracking him to a large grave towards the back corner of the graveyard in the corner I hadn't managed to mow the other day. The grass is taller here, the headstones more faded and weathered.

He's snarling and hissing. It's more active than Renfield has been in years, and I hesitate, glancing around to make sure that nobody else is close enough to scare him. I flinch, catching sight of a shadowy figure over my shoulder, but it's nobody. Just a tree in the dark. I breathe out slowly, and bend down. "Renfield, it's me. Hi baby boy." He presses himself up against the wall, eyes bright and wild. "Come on, little boy, it's okay. It's me. Wanna smell?"

He hisses as my hand gets closer, but I must get close enough for Renfield to catch a whiff. He looks around, eyes fixated on a point over my shoulder, and refuses to move.

"What is it? Come on, it's just me." I look back anyway, but there's nothing there but the shadowy tree once more, naked branches casting strange shadows over the headstone. I recognize it as the place I'd first met Lucy, but it seems she decided against coming tonight. I force myself to ignore the disappointment, and tell myself I'm relieved instead. The last thing I needed was a troublemaker on top of everything else.

"There's nobody there, Renfield. Come on, it's okay. Come on."

Renfield's ears swivel towards me, and finally, he tears his eyes away from the tree and darts forward into my lap.

"There we go, good boy. Baby boy, you're okay." I hold him close, running a hand through his fur. "I've got him!" I shout over my shoulder, and the film crew's relieved cries echo over the graveyard.

He's too old to vocalize properly, but I recognize his snuffling and wheezing as his version of pleading meows. Poor thing hadn't been outside since he turned twelve a few years ago. He must be terrified.

I pause, looking to the side one last time. The tree remains a tree with the same heavy shadows as always.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you home." I press a kiss to the top of his head, and shift my weight, holding him with one arm to fish out my phone.

Josie picks up on the first ring. "Kaz?"

"I got him. He was in the graveyard."

"Oh thank god!" She starts crying all over again, but I hear the relief in her voice. "Is he okay?"

"A little scared, but nothing a good cuddle won't solve. Right, little man?" I hold the phone up to Renfield's face. He sniffs it, and wheezes his old, squeaky meow. "That's right, Renfield. We're taking you back to your mom."

Actually, hold that thought. 

I glance over to the Haunted Archivists. Maddie held the ouija board awkwardly, but all eyes were on me.

Screw it. They hated me enough as it was.

I hold the phone up to my ear again, and say, "Josie, do you wanna come meet me down at the graveyard?"

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one makes all the difference

Chapter 4: let the scheming begin

A scheme is hatched and maybe, just maybe, Fox has a crush.

Warnings: none

Notes: Yeah I forgot about this. My bad. I’ll try to update more I promise 😭

Enjoy!

Commanders + Rex

traumatized: okay has everyone been informed of the chips

Kenobi's bitch: yeah what the fuck is that about

Colt 45: how in the hell did we miss this

Tire: does it matter? we need to figure out how to get rid of them all

traumatized: my jedi ordered every Guard chip to be removed. she's going through them all. each one has kill orders for the jedi on it

T-Rex: could we try to do the same? i know our medic would do it

Kenobi's bitch: we could. is that working for you fox

traumatized: yes

Monkey: can we tell our jedi? it will be much easier to get rid of them if we do

traumatized: Adaris took care of that

Pond water: first name basis huh ;)

traumatized: shut the fuck up

Aayla's husband: alright so we got a plan over here

Chomp: so do we

Gee: us too

Colt 45: Shaak and I are going to do our best to get the chips out of everyone on Kamino. It's gonna take a while though

traumatized: if we can save our jedi, it's worth it

*

Four months later...

Fox sighed in relief. He'd just received a report from the last chipped battalion that every clone has been dechipped. Removing the chips could have taken half the time but concealing it from the chancellor and his allies made everything take longer. Adaris had done her part in creating various different cover stories for the Guard and even other battalions including investigating a slave ring, a deathstick empire, a betting ring, and even investigating suspicious politicians.

The last one was Fox's personal favorite cover story since he had been waiting for the chance to take down sleemos in the Senate for a very long time. It was extremely satisfying to see politicians that always treated Fox and his brothers like osik thrown in prison for their various crimes. It was also rather satisfying to see said politicans cower from Adaris who had zero qualms in flashing her fangs to anyone who dared insult the Guard.

Adaris. Fox couldn't begin to explain how grateful he was to her. Adaris was fighting tooth and nail to save the clones even at risk to herself. It wasn't difficult to imagine the punishment Adaris would face if her plans were discovered. She would be tried and executed for treason if the chancellor didn't take Adaris's punishment into his own hands.

Fox shuddered at the memory of the chancellor's punishments. When his chip was removed, Adaris plugged it into a datapad and found all of Fox's missing memories on the chip. She saw every punishment, every mistreatment, every twisted order that haunted Fox's memory. Fox woke up to every glass object in the medbay shattering at once from the sheer strength of Adaris's anger. It was all Fox and his brothers could do to convince Adaris not to kill the chancellor on the spot.

Speaking of Adaris, Fox needed to find her to inform her about the last battalion.

Fox spent ten minutes searching for his Jedi before he found her in the training room with Thorn and Stone. She'd been spending much of her time training since she saw what was on the Guard's chips. She said it was her way of releasing her emotions into the Force or some Jedi osik. Fox didn't really care as long as Adaris didn't commit high treason before it was time.

Fox looked up from his datapad to tell Adaris the good news and stopped dead in his tracks.

Adaris was wearing her training outfit, a dark gray crop top with matching shorts that showed off the rippling muscles in her back. She was barefoot and seemed to be running through a set of lightsaber katas.

Fox found the scene before him much more attractive than he had any right to find it. That had been happening a lot lately. Ever since discovering the chips, Fox and Adaris became all but inseparable while they worked to save the clones and the Jedi. This led Fox to have a few rather... inappropriate feelings regarding his general. Those feelings didn't much. Feelings just happened sometimes.

That's what Fox told himself anyway.

"Fox!"

He jumped. He was so deep in his head that he didn't notice his general finish her katas. She clipped her lightsabers to her belt and came over to greet him.

"What is it?" Adaris asked curiously.

"I received a report from the last chipped battalion," Fox answered, careful to keep his eyes on the general's face rather than letting his gaze drop. "Commander Cray said all of his troops have been dechipped."

Adaris gave Fox a small smile that made his stomach flop. "Good. It seems this phase is complete. We begin the next phase then."

Fox nodded. The next phase was to gather evidence on the chancellor's less than legal activities so Fox and the Guard had a legitimate reason to arrest the chancellor. This would help expose the chancellor and pave the way for exposing his treatment of the clones and interference with the Jedi.

"What are your plans right now General?" Fox asked.

Adaris thought for a moment before answering. "We have to wait for Senator Amidala and Senator Organa to return so we can begin phase two. I was planning on sparring today, but that can be changed if we need to do anything else today."

Fox shook his head. "You're good to spar all day General. We have nothing on the list for today."

"Why don't you spar with the general, Commander?" Thorn called.

Fox sent Thorn his nastiest glare over Adaris's shoulder. Ever since Fox told Thorn about his thoughts about the general, Thorn had taken to teasing Fox about his thoughts at every possible moment. It was like Thorn thought Fox had a crush on the general. Which he didn't. Absolutely not. Nothing about him said "I have a crush."

Nope nothing at all.

"There's an idea," Adaris said thoughtfully. "What do you think Fox?"

Fox shifted between his feet, hoping the general didn't notice his rising blush. "I'll spar with you if you would like General."

Adaris nodded, seeming pleased although the gray stripes on her lekku turned a darker color. Fox wondered what that meant.

"Then let's get to it, Commander."

*

Fox stripped to his bottom blacks and retreated to the far corner of the sparring ring, ignoring his brothers as they whistled at him. Adaris stood opposite Fox in a low crouch. She flashed her fangs in a smile then charged full speed at Fox.

He barely managed to jump out of the way at the very last minute.

Fox wasn't so lucky the second time.

He hit the ground as Adaris tackled him from the side. Fox struggled briefly to get the upper hand but instead ended up with Adaris straddling his hips while she pinned his arms to the ground.

"I think I win that one, Commander," Adaris said with a smile, the tips of her lekku brushing against Fox's stomach.

He shivered and prayed to whatever god was listening that Adaris didn't notice.

After a moment, Adaris let go of Fox's hands and stood. Fox scrambled gracefully got to his feet and looked around the training room. About twenty of his brothers stood watching the sparring session and all of them were laughing at him. Fox flushed with embarrassment though he would blame it on the exertion of the match if anyone asked. He glared hard at Thorn who was filming the match with a holocam.

Thorn waved and shouted, "Come on, Commander! You can do better. Have another go!"

Fox gave Thorn a rude hand sign and turned back to the general. This time, Fox didn't wait for Adaris to make the first move. He swung out at Adaris's legs, trying to knock her off balance. Adaris jumped backwards to avoid the blow, but Fox didn't give her time to recover. He feinted to the general's left, but she was ready for the attack. She caught Fox's fist in her own and spun him around, sending Fox flying towards the other end of the ring.

He caught himself before he fell. He dodged another charge from Adaris but was sent crashing to the ground from a kick to the chest. Fox used his unfortunate position to yank Adaris to the floor by grabbing her calf. Adaris tumbled to the floor, landing awkwardly on top of Fox. He dove on top of Adaris and pinned her to the ground.

Adaris looked up at him, panting slightly.

"I think win this one, General," Fox said.

She smirked at Fox. "Don't celebrate too soon, Commander."

Adaris wrapped her legs around Fox's and flipped them over. She kneeled above him, forearm against his throat. "Give up yet?"

Fox smirked back. "Never."

He swung out his legs and knocked Adaris off her stance. She fell flat on top of him with a small grunt. Fox flipped Adaris over again and pinned her body completely to the ground with his own. Adaris tried to buck her hips to dislodge Fox, but it didn't work. After a few moments of effort, Adaris relaxed under Fox and smiled at him, flashing her fangs once more.

"You got me, Fox," Adaris said breathlessly. "We'll have to spar more often."

Fox grinned. "We will."

The two of them laid on the ground and stared at each other for a minute before a loud cough interrupted them. Fox and Adaris scrambled to their feet, both of them blushing hard.

Thorn was grinning widely at both of them. Fox sighed. His brother was never going to let him live this down.

"Nice job you two," Thorn said brightly. "I'm sorry to interrupt whatever that was, but we just got word that Senators Amidala and Organa have returned. They would like a word with you both for dinner in about three hours."

Adaris nodded and picked up her sabers from where she'd put them down. "Tell them Fox and I will be there. I'll see you in a few hours, Commander."

With that, Adaris left the training room, hips swaying as she moved. Fox didn't even realize he was staring until Thorn nudged him.

"See something you like Fox?" Thorn asked with a knowing smirk.

Fox shoved Thorn away from him and grabbed his clothes and armor. "Fuck off Thorn."

The laughter of his brothers followed Fox all the way back to his quarters.

*

Fox was laying on his bed while waiting to leave for the dinner with the senators. There was still some time before he and Adaris had to leave for the dinner. Fox decided to check the clone chat while he waited.

That of course later proved to be a mistake.

Commanders + Rex

Chomp: what's up losers

T-Rex: would you quit calling us losers

Chomp: no <3

traumatized: wolffe be nice to rex

Chomp: yes dad

Thorny rose: haha

Thorny rose: who wants to see the video of Fox sparring with his general

Stoned: it's pure gold

traumatized: don't you fucking dare thorn

Colt 45: send it please i'm begging you

Chomp: i need to see this please

Aayla's husband: oh go ahead and send it >:)

traumatized: NO

Thorn: *one video showing the second match between Fox and Adaris. The tension is very obvious*

traumatized: delete that right fucking now

Thorny rose: no <3

Kenobi's bitch: oh my god that is amazing

Monkey: i feel like i'm intruding on a private moment just by watching that

Tire: how do you think we felt being in the same room as them

Pond water: i think it's safe to say fox has a crush

Gee: if that's not a crush then i don't know what it is

traumatized: i do not have a crush especially not on my general

T-Rex: then what the hell did we just watch ori'vod

Stoned: you bitch ass liar fox

Stoned: we all saw you staring the general's behind when she left the training room

traumatized: i hate you all

Chomp changed traumatized's name to commander simp

commander simp: we'll continue this conversation when i get back you di'kuts

commander simp is offline

Kenobi's bitch: lol he's so embarrassed

Aayla's husband: i would be too

Gee: bly you married your general. you lack the ability to feel embarrassment

Aayla's husband: yeah that's true

Colt 45: where did fox have to go

Tire: him and his crush the general are going to have dinner with senator amidala and senator organa to start phase two of the take down palps plan

Gee: oh thank the maker we're getting closer to destroying that piece of banthashit

Pond water: freedom at last

Kenobi's bitch: i expect updates

Thorny rose: of course

T-Rex: do tell us when fox realizes he has a crush on his general

Stoned: request noted

Four hours later...

commander simp: guys i think i kinda maybe possibly have a small crush on my general

Thorny rose: @T-Rex he noticed realized hahaha

[crowsmybeloveds]

After the Storm

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x Reader

Summary: Y/N gets hurt on a mission.

Request: heyy, if requests are open could I get a jesper × reader where she gets injured during a heist and he starts panicking when shes recovering, and he doesnt eat or sleep, snaps at everyone and doesnt leave her side. and she wakes up and everyones happy bcs jespers back to himself and they are all that he found someone to care about?? Thanks lovely, obv you dont have to do it if you dont wna

Requested By: @acupnoodle

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: injuries, canon typical violence

A/N: omg this is the first request I’ve ever gotten so I hope you enjoy it! I had lots of fun writing this one bc it was a nice break from the series (which I will continue next week). As always, please like, reply, reblog, send an ask, etc!

Jesper Fahey was not prone to good decisions. He had a long list of good traits and made sure no one forgot it, but wise decision making was not one of them. He had regrets about nearly every stupid thing he had done, whether it was his gambling addiction, his dropping out of university, or his keeping of all of this information from his father. Every horrible choice he ever made haunted his thoughts at nearly every minute.

And he was sure the worst one he had ever made was not going with Y/N tonight.

Kaz had been very clear about who would be with who on this mission. Kaz with Inej, Y/N with Matthias, and Jesper with Nina and Wylan. And for the first time, Jesper found himself dreading a fight.

It was another simple heist that Kaz had put together on short notice. Get the package and get out. Of course, in pure Kaz Brekker fashion, there were some ridiculous outfits and backup plans that spanned the entire alphabet. But, in terms of things they had done before, it was rather easy. So easy, that they had made plans to go and get waffles as a group afterwards, confident that everything would go quickly and painlessly.

But they were wrong.

They all stood at the rendezvous point, except for Matthias and Y/N, who were half a bell late. Which was why Jesper was cursing himself. He should have asked to go with Y/N, like he’d wanted to, but he held his tongue. They worked better together. They would have been on time. He should have asked.

Jesper was seated on a crate on the edge of the alley, wringing his hands as his leg bounced on the ground. The rest of the group was worried as well. If not because of their missing friends, then because Jesper was acting completely unlike himself.

He hadn’t said a word.

Nina’s face rose from out of her hands. “Jesper, your heart is racing. You’re going to pass out. if you keep it up.”

His head snapped up at her, eyes wide. “Is it?”

“Y/N has never been known for her timing.” Kaz said, trying to provide reason to their current predicament. “Are we really surprised?”

Wylan shook his head, fiddling with a small lighter in his hand. “It’s not bad enough that it would rub off on Matthias, Kaz.”

He shrunk down a bit when Kaz gave him a withering glare, and Jesper’s head went to his hands.

Inej’s hand laid on Jesper’s shoulder, and she spoke with a calm voice. “It’s been a while. Maybe we should go back -“

“No.” Jesper jumped up to his feet. “No, because -“ he started pacing, his hands fiddling with his revolvers as his feet moved. “No. We wait.”

Kaz frowned. He didn’t want to leave two members of his team behind, but he also knew they couldn’t wait much longer. Soon, people would be looking for them, and they could not be waiting in an alley a mere three blocks away.

“Jesper,” Nina cooed, stopping his pacing by putting her hands on his shoulders. “I’m worried too, but maybe they had to go back toward the Slat. We ought to wait there. Take that bet.”

He shook her off. “I don’t like bets. Not when it comes to her.”

That was unheard of. One of the things Jesper loved more than anything in the world was risk. The adrenaline running through his veins when taking a gamble was enough to have him in a new club every night, wasting his education and his father’s money. He loved fighting and working for Kaz because he found that adrenaline in the midst of a battle. It calmed the excess energy that was constantly running through his veins.

But this was not fun for him. He didn’t feel calm because it was not the thrill of a bet running through his veins. It was panic at the thought of something being lost.

Kaz looked at Jesper, realizing he needed to get his sharpshooter out of here before this got worse. “Jesper, we need to go, now.”

Jesper glared at him, but his eyes softened when Inej again put his hand on his shoulder. He had to remind himself that these were his friends. They didn’t hate him, and they didn’t hate Y/N. Besides, Matthias was gone too. Nina must feel the same way he does. And she still thinks it best to go back to the Slat.

The group had barely left the alley when they heard a Fjerdan accent come from behind them.

“Wait!” Matthias called as he quickly strode up to them.

Jesper turned on his heel, a wide smile on his face as he pushed past Matthias. But Y/N was not behind him. His face dropped. “Where’s my girl?”

No one answered. They were all staring at the girl lying limp in Matthias’s arm, the left side of her abdomen drenched in blood. Jesper hadn’t noticed her as he rushed past Matthias.

And he was still confused, he strode up to Matthias, “Matthias, where’s my -“

His voice got caught in his throat when he saw her.

Matthias winced when he saw the look on Jesper’s face. His accent seemed thicker than normal when he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

It seemed like Jesper couldn’t even hear him. He just took a step forward, grabbing Y/N out of Matthias’s arms and staring at her. She was going in and out of consciousness, pained noises escaping her mouth.

“We need to get out of here.” Kaz’s voice broke through the silence of the group. “And, Matthias, you need to tell us what happened.”

It could have been anyone’s fault. Part of the plan was that Nina, Jesper, and Wylan would find a way to get rid of the guards on the third floor of the building where Kaz and Inej would be stealing the package. They didn’t have the time to cover up a bunch of deaths, so either Nina would knock them out or they would somehow direct them to the fourth floor, where Y/N and Matthias would be able to surprise them and keep them distracted for the rest of the mission. It should have been easy.

But more of the guards came toward Y/N than Kaz had told her to expect. She was outnumbered seven to one. It wasn’t shocking that they had put a bullet in her before Matthias was able to come and help her.

Y/N whined as Jesper adjusted her in his arms and started walking. “It hurts, Jes.”

“You’re okay, baby,” Jesper mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He wasn’t sure he believed it, but he knew she needed to hear it. Maybe he did too. “You’re gonna be okay.”

She went to respond, but instead a horrendous cough forced itself out of her, making her whole body shake. Jesper struggled with his grip on her a bit, causing her weight to shift. This must have worsened her wound, because the scream she let out at the sudden movement would ring in Jesper’s ears for days.

“I’m sorry, petal,” He choked out, picking up his pace when he saw the Slat in the distance. “You just gotta stay awake for me, okay?”

She tried her best, but by the time he laid her down in his room, she was out cold.

The next few hours went past in a blur. Nina sat down by the bed, trying her best to heal Y/N. Others rushed in and out of the room with things Nina had sent for, such as bandages and medicines. Inej had come in with food a few times, offering some to Jesper, but he couldn’t eat. He stood in the corner of the room, watching with wide eyes. He wanted to be closer, but he didn’t want to be in Nina’s way. He knew wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for this.

But who was to blame? Was it Matthias, who did not get there in time? Or Kaz, who had made the plan in the first place? Or maybe it was Nina, Jesper, and Wylan, who weren’t able to deal with the guards and sent them upstairs for Y/N and Matthias to deal with them? It was a miscalculation on everyone’s part, even the girl who lay half alive in the room with them.

But to Jesper, it was his job to make sure there wasn’t even a scratch on her at the end of the day. And he had failed miserably.

It was nearly fourteen hours later when Nina finally decided that she had done all she could, and that they would just have to wait for Y/N to wake up. If she did wake up.

As soon as Nina was out of the room, Jesper was next to the cot, his hand wrapped around Y/N’s as he stared at her. He didn’t care if there were parties to be attended, targets to hit, or card games to win. If his girl was going to be like this until the end of time, he’d be right there next to her.

People circulated in and out, trying to get him to eat, sleep, shower, or even smile, but to no avail. Nina told stories, Wylan played his flute, and Inej and Matthias filled the room with prayers. They all left the room with frowns on their faces. They couldn’t even get a sentence out of Jesper. They started to realize that they lost two members of their team instead of one.

It took three days for Kaz to visit. He tried to make it seem as if he was busy working, or completely indifferent to the situation, but in reality he knew he could not handle it. Y/N was a very close person to him, whether he admitted it or not. He could remember how lifeless her body looked when Matthias ran up to them. It kept flashing in his eyes. It looked too familiar. She looked like Jordie.

“Jesper,” Kaz’s rough voice came from the doorway, his eyes glued on the window to avoid eye contact with his friend. “I’m going to find who did this.”

There was no response, Jesper only turned his head to look at Kaz, his eyes red.

“I'm going to find who did this,” Kaz repeated, taking a step further into the room. “And I’m going to make him pay.” He took a deep breath, daring to look at his friend. “Do you want to help?”

It may have seemed completely twisted and misguided, but this was Kaz reaching out, and they both knew it. The rest of the group had tried to support Jesper with sympathy for his mourning, but Kaz had reached out with something that Jesper had been feeling for the past few days. Anger and revenge.

Jesper turned back to Y/N, looking at the paleness of her face, the blood that was covering both of them. Kaz was about to leave the room when Jesper spoke up. “I’d like that.”

It was another two days before Y/N woke up. Jesper’s forehead rested on the cot, as he had practically passed out from exhaustion. He wasn’t truly asleep or awake as he mumbled incoherent sentences to the ground. His hand was on hers, his thumb tracing circles on it even in his empty minded state. Inej had placed a blanket on his shoulders a few hours earlier. He barely noticed.

The first thing Y/N noticed upon waking was the ache. Pain rippled throughout her body with the slightest movement, but when she noticed her boy next to her, she couldn’t help but lift her hand and put it through his hair. He mumbled a bit, not realizing what was going on, and she laughed a bit.

“Jes.” She cooed, trying to get him to wake.

It took Jesper a minute to notice her, but when it finally registered his neck snapped up so fast it was painful.

“Hey, love,” he said, his voice breathless as he stared at her with a wide grin on his face.

She raised a fist in the air weakly, looking up at the ceiling, with a stupid smile on her face. “I can never be killed.”

Jesper laughed a bit. “I’m not a fan of how you tested the theory.” He paused, looking at the ground. “Um, are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” She smiled, knowing that was what he needed to hear. “How are you? You look a mess.”

He scoffed. “Well, you were shot and put in a coma for over a week.”

“Oh,” She sighed, looking back at him. Her eyes softened at the bags under his red eyes, and his messy clothes. She placed a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into. “Baby, how long were you in here waiting?”

At that moment, Nina walked in with a plate of food for Jesper, but she stopped in the doorway when she saw her friend awake and making jokes. She was relieved. “Jesper, why didn’t you tell us she was awake?”

“It was only a minute -“

He didn’t get to finish explaining before Nina ran out of the room, her shouted ringing through the halls. “You guys! Y/N is awake!”

Y/N laughed hard, but winced at the feeling it gave her. Jesper’s face dropped at the sight of her in pain.

“Petal,” he asked, his voice low, “who did this to you?”

“What does it matter?”

“I,” he sighed, shaking his head as his hands twitched down at his revolvers. “I want to -“

“He was ugly, Jes,” Y/N interrupted, seeing where this was going. “The Saints have punished him enough.”

Jesper was about to respond when their friends came rushing through the door. First was Wylan, who pushed Jesper a bit to the side to sit next to Y/N, telling her all about how much he missed her and the things that happened while she was asleep. Inej moved to the end of the bed, giving her a small wave and a smile before thanking the Saints. Nina rushed in next with a plate of waffles covered in Y/N’s favorite toppings, and placed them on the table next to her. Matthias leaned against the wall, silently thanking Djel she was okay, and that he got to her in time.

Kaz was last, he stood in the doorway, leaning on his cane. “Wylan, if you keep talking I think she’ll go back into a coma.”

Y/N looked up at him and smiled. “And what if I wanted to know about the coffee place Wylan and Inej discovered, Kaz?”

“I’m glad you are okay,” Matthias spoke up from his spot against the wall. “I’m sorry I didn’t - “

“Don’t worry about it, Matthias,” Y/N said. “It’s not anyone's fault. I’ll be okay.” She looked around the room, frowning when she realized how concerned they were. “You all really freaked out over this, huh?”

Being the suppressed people they were, the room filled with negations.

“No.”

“Not at all.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

Except for Wylan, who said, “Jesper never even left this room.”

Jesper pushed him. “Traitor.”

“Wow,” She tilted her head with a smirk on her face. “Obsessed much, pretty boy?”

He looked at her, his frown changing into a wide grin as he chuckled. “Yeah, I think I am. Just a bit.”

The rest of the group looked at each other, happy to see their friend alive and well, but also happy to see Jesper back to being himself. The two needed each other.

Even if one of them was trapped in hell, the other would always be there to drag them back with a few jokes to spare. Jesper Fahey may have not been the best decision maker, but he knew she was the best one he’d ever made.

[cutesmokes]

I thought you said were strong~!

Welcome to the haunting second installment of my attempt at squealing santa~! This year the awesome @trashyswitch is my recipient! I wanted to give the biggest thank you to @hypahticklish for hosting this year's @squealing-santa! This was so much fun and I'm so excited to see what everyone else did this year~! Back to this fic, thought, I have to admit- this dynamic is freaking adorable! We love mischievous little gremlins who are determined to prove their size has no relation to how tough they can be. Merry Christmas and happy holidays, dear!/P i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing this!     

After deciding to stay in the pizza plex, Gregory learns more about the animatronics that reside in the restaurant. Tonight, he and Monty are playing; the latter feeling particularly prideful- so the boy decides to teach him a lesson….    

Night time at the pizzeria had become more comforting as time went on. Gregory felt a mix between relief and sadness that he hadn’t been found, it had felt like such a long time since he ran away- on lonely nights, it really made him wonder about his parents he left behind- if they missed him or wondered if they had stopped searching. Tonight, though, was an exception; the boy and the gator animatronic were fooling around in the plex, having playful competitions to show off their strengths. Because the gator was so much stronger, he often won most of the challenges; much to the boys annoyance. Monty always made sure to keep his spirit up, though. Whenever he noticed the boy start to lose hope, he would gently nudge his shoulder and smile proudly.

 “Don't be so hard on yourself, sport! I'm much bigger than you, yet you are able to keep up with me! You're doing great, kiddo.” 

Monty always knew what to say to make the boy feel better, but he wanted to prove himself to the gator and, lucky for him, he had a brilliant idea. Just a few nights before, he had discovered something very interesting about the gator animatronic. Playful banters had led to both of them tumbling to the floor leaving them lying side by side, batting at each other . To gain the upper hand, Gregory pushed himself upward, flopping against the gator’s side. His little fingers clawing at the metal, electing a sharp, startled squeal. Of course, he was concerned at first but after Monty shyly explained his little weakness, Gregory couldn't help but test it out. The boy couldn't help but laugh at the memory that had become a little inside joke between them. He’d finally show the gator what he was truly made of. His smile grew as the mischievous plan brewed in his head; he dashed off to find his friend to put it into action.  

~~~~~~~*~~~~~~    

“So? What do you think?” 

The alligator stared down at the child next to him. The boy had just challenged him to a bet; whoever was able to do more pull-ups would win the title of “the strongest golfer on the course.” he couldn't lie- it sounded tempting but, he knew that there wouldn't be much debate on who would win- but, then again, he could never refuse a challenge. After some careful consideration, He agreed. They decided to climb up one of the artificial trees that decorated the swamp- themed area, well- monty did anyway. Gregory just looked up at him, arms crossed over his chest and a smug grin on his face. 

   “Uh- kid..? What's with that look? Aren't ya gonna join me?” 

He just shook his head.

“Nope! I guess I forgot to specify. This is an insurance test, monty- I'm going to time you.”

Monty couldn't help but be suspicious, this challenge seemed too easy. But then again, that would also mean it would be over faster so he figured there would be no harm in comti-?! 

Monty’s own, sharp bark of laughter interrupted his train of thought. As the gator became lost in his own monologue, Gregory slipped his fingers over the other’s tender sides. Gregory couldn't help but chuckle. He hadn't even begun moving his fingers and Monty was already biting back laughter.               

  “GaH-?! gregory??! this wasn't part of the deal!!”

“Ohhooh monty- did you really think it would be that easy? Come on. You should know me better than that.

”

The boy teased, ending his sentence with another gentle squeeze before letting his hands wander along the gator’s torso, almost sending the ladder into hysterics. His palms were already starting to sweat and he knew if this didn’t stop soon, he would fall, losing the challenge. In a slight attempt to push the sensasion down, his legs began kicking out. He refused to go down without a fight. Unfortunately for him, though, Gregory was already set on winning. His fingers sped up, dancing and spidering paths along his stomach and sides. Monty lost it. His body thrashed from side to side, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't escape the wiggling digits- it was as if Gregory’s fingers were glued to his side.

  “What’s wrong, monty? I thought you said you were strong~!”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. His arms finally gave way and he was sent tumbling to the floor. Before he could get himself situated, the boy jumped on top of him, continuing the playful attack. 

“GREHAH-! sTAHAP!!!” 

“Do you surrender~?”

 “yeHEHEHES!! YouHOH wIIIHIN!!!”

The boy immediately stopped, flopping next to the still laughing gator.once he had stopped laughing, Monty just looked down at the boy, smirking playfully. 

“You know that was cheating, right?” 

“Hehe! Well if it was, I'll never learn my lesson!” 

  “Ohhohoh- you will once i'm done with you, ya little scamp~!” 

 Let’s ust say, that wasnt the last time childish giggles filled the golf course that night.

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Possession 3-4

The fact that Kais afraid of water while his sister is the elemental master of water is hilarious to me

Stiix is actually such a fascinating place in itself

Ninjago is legitimately good at world building Ill give it that

Why are they talking to this ronin guy as if he's an old enemy I have never seen him before

Ronin (talking about money): two hundred

Cole: what if we told you all of ninjago depended on the scroll of spinjitzu

Ronin: Well that changes everything!

Ronin: Four hundred.

Hes so funny but wiki says he sold Zane to chen so im a bit on the edge. He’s gonna have to do something redeeming for me to like him

Nyas training!!!!

I kinda like Wus depiction of water

Omg i remember finding it so cool and majestic when Wu summoned his dragon

Nya: you never told us you could do that

Wu: A sensei never tells.

Me (looks back at all the episodes I just watched): Obviously.

Wonder if Nya ever wanted to be the water ninja

If Wu KNEW that the ghosts were defeated by water why didnt he tell the ninja.

Cole, Jay, and Kai working as Zanes their cheerleader is so funny to me

Jay: his voice is on the fritz, i can fix it but it’ll take some time.

I miss techy Jay

Why is everyone except Cole being leader. Wasnt Cole originally the leader-like person in the team?

Jay: I say we dont need the scroll… because we’re gonna steal it. 😈

Ik i said this in my last post but

Jay, have. You. Been. To. Jail.

Nickname 1: mush mouth (zane)

Ik Lloyds fighting Morros possession but i wonder HOW

is it like a mental battle or is he pulling at the chains that restrain him in his mind

Either way thats traumatic

Nyas character has such depth that I wanna write a paragraph on her.

Her weakness being ‘feeling weak’

I just love her character sm

Her angers not misplaced though, if I was told I had to stop doing what im good at, and start doing something that im having difficulty with from scratch. To save my friends nonetheless.

I would go insane

They go so in-depth with Nyas character and symbolism in this episode that I cant help but appreciate it

Jay, (looking intently at the vase where the scroll is hidden in): ….

Jay (picks up the vase and looks under it): leave no stone unturned.

Hes such an idiot

Its so funny that morro waited, assuming the ninja would find the scroll for him and then just jumped out and fought them bc he didnt bet on their incompetence 💀

Okay but WHY is ronin introduced as such a ‘familiar’ character. Like his ship for example. Why are we acting like weve seen it before whats going on.

Why did Jay fall through the same womans roof twice 😭

Omgggg the same thing that happened to Lloyd where ‘everyone stays behind due to some circumstances leaving one character to fight by himself’ is happening to Kai!

Ronins such a dick

He was gonna leave Kai to DIE unless he paid up thats so shitty

Oh riiiight. Ronin starts working at steep wisdom. Forgot about that.

...

Ik yangs temple and ik exactly what's gonna happen

Coles in charge :D

Why didn't they just enter Yangs temple in the daytime? I mean thatd be a long time until sunrise, so no one turns into a ghost!

Jay and Cole (trying to break open the wooden boards on the window)

Zane and Kai (opens the front door.)

Jay and Cole: 😮

Fhjebtjdbrjsbf

Cole: didnt you hear! We have to leave before sunrise unless we turn into ghosts! God i hate ghosts. They’re terrifying.

Why did it have to be Cole 😭 it couldnt have been any other ninja

Jay loving ghost stories/true crime and getting excited over it while Coles hates it is a dynamic i need in my life

okay yeah the ninja are being mean by pranking Cole like that, but theyre right his scream was really funny 💀

Gonna do that drawing trend and draw the ninja in the haunted house poses

You know what im talking about.

Why does yangs flying swords look exactly like Kais golden weapon

(Swords and knives flying in all directions)

Jay: does this mean he wont teach us airjitzu 😀

Cole: ow my ear!

What ear.

God i wish the best for teenagers who broke into the haunted temple at night and had to experience THAT

Ronin: I dont knooow, wus my partner, i cant go behind his back.

Nya: (whips out a bag of coins)

Ronin: I can get you out of here tomorrow at noon.

Zane: EVERYONE. GET A HOLD OF YOURSELVES. EVEN IF MY VOICE WASNT STUCK. ID STILL BE YELLING AT THIS VOICE DECIBEL.

HFNSJFNSJR

(The temple starts flooding)

Cole: Why. Did you touch the scary painting JAY.

Jay: I didnt know it would do that COLE.

KAI LET GO OF THE DOOR YOURE GONNA DROWN

Ohhh so theyre facing their fears

Ok but how did Morro know about Nyas samurai cave can he see into Lloyds memories?

You really didnt think this through huh Nya, including the fact that Wu quite literally told you only water can stop the ghosts

Morro: BOO

he did the, he did the thing!!!!!!

At least she understands now :)

(The ninja tying each other by a rope so they cant lose each other)

Ah yes, this is brilliant, i do not foresee any consequences coming from these action.

Damn.

They really went straight to ‘the Morro fear/illusion’

I wanted to see Zane and Jays fears :(((

I need a fanfic asap where the ninja face their individual fears in yangs temple but its their fears on a deeper level. And they help each other out and stuff.

I dont wanna do a whole character analysis rn, but if someone else wants to write it tag meeee plsss

Yangs probably cackling as these fools stumble over each other

Zane: WHY DID WE TYE OURSELVES TOGETHER

YOU TELL ME.

This is it.

COLE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR THE SCROLL.

And it begins, his ghost arc.

[xsamsharons]

i'd choose you - nikolai lantsov.

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

genre/warning: slight angst but other than that just fluff!

words: 3.1k.

summary: in which he finds you lost at sea and offers a place in his crew, but soon enough your past comes back to haunt you.

The first time he saw you, you were holding on to what was left of a rowboat, as the waves of the sea crashed around you and soaked your clothes. He immediately demanded that his crew pick you up and get you onto his own ship safely, to avoid the storm picking up and drifting you further away into sea. You had been rightfully shaken up once they’d managed to get you aboard, but between shivers and stutters, you’d been able to explain what had happened: the storm had hit your ship and sank it to the bottom of the ocean, along with everyone in your crew. Apparently, the reason why no one had been able to do anything about the storm, had been because the crew had just come out of a mutiny attempt, and everyone was trying to solve the mess it had left behind.

That night, he didn’t have to think twice and immediately offered to let you stay aboard his ship and travel with him, or drop you off at the nearest port, to which you replied with a smile and gratitude in your eyes that matched the soft look on his green ones. You’d told him that you would stay on the ship with them, seeing as anything that was waiting for you on land was currently at the bottom of the ocean along with any future plans you might’ve had.

Two months later, you were a vital part of Sturmhond’s crew, and had even grown close enough to other members of the crew, like Zoya, that you’d probably call more than one of them friends. You had quickly come to realize that something about your captain’s face was… weird, to put it lightly, but didn’t say anything for the first few weeks. Not wanting to bite the hand that feeds you and all that.

However, as time passed, you started to grow more and more suspicious, and once you finally confronted him about it, he told you the truth. You don’t know why he trusted you with his secret so early in your relationship, and, if he was being honest, neither did he. The rational part of his mind told him it was stupid to trust someone he’d known for only two months, and who, frankly, hadn’t told him much about his past. But Nikolai had never claimed to be a rational person by any stretch, and listened to the reckless voice inside his head once more, deciding to trust you against his better judgement.

After his secret was out, it felt like a barrier between the two of you had been lifted, and with it all the awkward small talk and formalities that seemed to linger around the both of you since the moment you met. Out went the formal captain, and in came the flirty prince.

Nikolai seemed to be everywhere you turned: relaxing against the railing and staring out at the sea? He’d appear a second later to tease you about being dramatic for staring out at it with such a somber look. Sparring with another member of the crew up on the main deck? He’d be there to make stupid remarks about your posture and technique. Finally going to your room after a long day? He’d be waiting by the door with a plate of food to share with you while sitting on your bed and talking about everything and anything, which is exactly what you were doing right now.

“Do you have a place you’ve always wanted to visit?” he asked you, back against your bed and eyes trained on the ceiling, one of his arms thrown under his head for support and the other placed on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circular motions against your skin.

“Not really.” you shrugged, trying to ignore the blush that his hand placement had caused. “I had always liked Ravka when I was living there, and then always felt content at sea.”

“What do you like about the sea?” he asked, turning his head to face you.

“The freedom.” you replied, not missing a beat. He smiled at that, not smirked, but smiled. His smile was so soft and the skin by his eyes wrinkled at the motion, giving him a childlike look that melted your heart.

“The freedom?” he asked, and his eyes held so much emotion that they forced you to look away from him, staring instead down at your fiddling hands.

“Yeah.” you nodded. “Lots of things were expected from me back home, you know?”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” he laughed.

“Right, I forgot I was talking to a prince for a moment.” you laughed with him. “It’s just… no one expects anything from me here. Yeah, sure, I have to help on deck and follow orders, but I can just be myself. I don’t need to pretend to be anything I'm not.” you finished, and when you finally looked back at him, you found his eyes had never left your figure once while you talked.

You stayed like that for a while, staring at each other without saying anything out loud. The silence wasn’t awkward like it once had been when he’d just met you, instead, the silence seemed to be comforting; like an embrace on a cold rainy day or like a hot chocolate by the fire.

“What about you?” you asked, softly.

“What about me?” he repeated your words, dancing around the subject.

“Why the sea?”

“People like me here.” he shrugged, and you frowned.

“People like you everywhere.” you argued with a smile.

“You got that right.” he winked, causing you to roll your eyes. “People never like me for me back home.” he admitted, softly, his voice weak, as if that sentence was something he rarely said out loud. “I’m their prince, you know? They have to like me, but not here.” he finished.

“I like you for you.” you admitted, not used to seeing him be so unsure of himself.

“Do you, now?” he smirked, there was the Nikolai you knew. “If I knew all it took was a sob story to get you to be nice to me, I would've told you one sooner.” he continued, and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Nikolai.” you told him, watching as he stood up and headed for your door, no doubt to make sure everything on the ship was in order and being taken care of before he retired for the night.

“Oh, but I let everything get to my head darling.” he winked, disappearing behind your closed door right after, leaving just you and your giddy smile behind.

After that conversation in your room, Nikolai had seemed to become the touchiest person ever. He’d hug you every morning as a greeting, kiss your forehead goodnight every night, and braid your hair anytime you decided to wear it down. Zoya had noticed, and every time he caught sight of your hand in his or his arm around your shoulders, she shot a knowing smirk your way, which never failed to make you shy away from her.

Speaking of the devil, you felt a hand rest upon your right leg before you saw him, sitting down on the floor next to you, backs pressed against the lower part of the ship’s railing. It was night, and you were just admiring the stars from the top deck, head thrown backwards and eyes fixed on the dark clear sky above you. The city had never provided views this beautiful, so every time the sky was free of clouds, you liked to take a moment to admire it.

“What are we looking at?” Nikolai asked from beside you, for some reason whispering, as if he was afraid to disturb you with any loud noises that could come out of his mouth.

“The stars, Nikolai.” you explained, turning to look at him with a roll of your eyes. However, once your eyes landed on him, you felt your heart stop and your breath catch on your throat. His soft eyes were gleaming with the stars reflecting on them, his face looked angelic when accompanied by the soft glow of the moon, and his messy hair after a day of work was framing his face like a frame would a drawing. He looked so beautiful, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Well, right now I think you’re staring more at me than the stars, darling.” he teased with a soft smile, and moved the hand that was resting on your thigh up to your face. He didn’t cup your cheek like you thought he would, instead, he brushed his fingers against the side of your face softly, following the trace of his fingers with his eyes. “I’m not complaining, though.” he said once the movement of his hand halted, and he met your eyes once again.

“I bet you’re not.” you rolled your eyes. “You loved to be stared at.”

“By you? Of course.” he replied and you shook your head with a snort, looking down. Once you picked your head back up, he cupped your cheek and moved closer to you. His lips danced over yours as you breathed in shakily, hating the anticipation. “Are you sure you want this?”

You nodded before you spoke, “Yes,” you replied. “Please.”

He smirked at that, and finally leaned down to connect his soft lips with yours. You’d always laughed at anyone who’d ever told you that kissing the person they liked felt like fireworks, and while the kiss definitely made you feel like something exploded inside of you, you’d still laugh at them today. Because kissing Nikolai didn’t feel like fireworks, it felt calm; it felt the same way anything he did made you feel. Comforted, embraced, safe.

Nikolai kissed you that night, and he kissed you the next morning, and he kissed you more than once a day during the whole following month. Every time he kissed you, it felt exactly like it had that first night, and you found yourself thinking, more than once, how natural it all felt, and you easy it would be to get used to this - to him.

However, it seemed life had had enough of letting you be happy, for one morning when you woke up, everything came crashing down. The first indicator was that Nikolai was out of your, now, shared room when you first woke up; instead of waiting on his desk for you as he finished some work from the night before. Once you got upstairs, the second indicator of something being wrong, came in the form of a group of people all standing in a circle around something that you couldn’t quite spot, given that the crowd was shielding your view from it. And finally, the third indicator was him, the only memory of your past, standing next to Nikolai.

“He says he’s here to see you.” said Nikolai once he spotted you, his angry voice making you want to burst into tears. He didn’t sound like the Nikolai you had grown to know, he sounded like the ship captain that had picked you up that first night when you had been stranded.

“Can we not do this here?” you pleaded, somehow finding your voice and gesturing to the crowd of people around you with your hands. Nikolai didn’t look like he wanted to do anything you asked him to, but when his eyes met your pleading ones, he softened for half a second and nodded, before shouting at everyone to go back to their tasks and gesturing for you and him, who you hadn’t looked like a second time but could feel his eyes on you anyway, to follow him to his captain quarters.

“Care to explain who he is?” he asked you sternly, once the doors were closed behind the three of you.

“I’m-” he started, but Nikolai cut him off before he could even begin explaining.

“I don’t believe I asked you.” he said, focusing his eyes back on you.

“He’s my fiance, and I believe he’s here to take me… home.” you explained, unable to look at Nikolai in the eyes. The word ‘home’ in reference to that place felt foreign now, this ship had become your home during the past six months, the people in it your family, and Nikolai… well, you didn’t know what Nikolai had become but it was certainly more than the man standing next to you. As you lifted your head to meet his eyes, your heart broke into a million little pieces, his eyes didn’t just look hurt, they looked betrayed.

“That’s right.” The man beside you nodded, seemingly tired of you and Nikolai just staring at each other without saying anything. “We were arranged by our families, and the deal is the deal.”

“I’d advise you to stop talking and wait outside before I punch you in the face.” Nikolai said with the same stern tone he’d been talking in all morning, and your fiance reluctantly nodded his head before he went to stand outside of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Nikola-” you stared, before he interrupted.

“Are you going?” he asked, straight to the point. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked next, tears starting to form in his eyes and his voice breaking, the stern captain act dropped the second your fiance left the room.

“I thought he had died, he was with me on that ship and when it sank i… i just assumed he’d drowned with it.” you explained, tears of your own forming in your eyes and your voice sounding desperate.

“So, are you going or not?” he repeated his question, desperation evident in his voice as well.

“The deal is the deal, and when i thought he was dead that didn’t matter but my fami-”

“Screw them!” he shouted, interrupting you for the second time that day. “Do you want to? Because I remember you saying very clearly how you’d never felt free there, how only at sea you felt like you could truly be yourself!” he continued, stepping closer to you, his voice still raised. “Or was that just all a lie like everything else?” he asked, his voice no longer raised, but instead coming out as a whisper.

“Nikolai, nothing was a lie.” you shook your head, your hand coming up to cup the right side of his face and your thumb brushing a small stray tear away from his face. His eyes closed at your touch, and he drew in a shaky break that shattered your heart. “I would stay if I could, I would choose you.” you whispered, his eyes still closed and tears blurring your own once again as you thought about your next words. “I lov-” you began.

“No.” he shook his head, stepping back and grabbing your hand to pull it away from him. “Don’t say that, not now.” he continued once he had created enough distance between the two of you. “Just do what you gotta do. If you have to leave, then do so, but not like that.” he finished, and you nodded your head.

“Goodbye then, Nikolai.” you whispered, closing the distance between the two of you and planting one last kiss on his cheek. As you closed the door behind you, you heard a clattering noise and a shout come from his room, and you knew he had thrown all of the things that were neatly placed on his desk, to the floor.

You avoided everyone’s eyes as you climbed onto the stowaway boat your fiance had arrived in, and you avoided his gaze as well as he paddled you to the ship he’d used to navigate in open water. Members of his crew were waiting on the side of the ship, throwing a rope-made stair for both of you to use as a climbing method. He climbed first, leaving the paddles on your boat, and it wasn’t until you were about to grip the rope that what you were doing hit you. You couldn’t leave.

Not only couldn’t you leave Nikolai, but you also couldn’t leave the only thing that had made you feel free in so long for, what? Keeping a deal with your family? Your family will be pretty damn pleased once you return with a prince, you thought. Once you made up your mind, you grabbed the paddled that were still on the boat, and started heading back in the direction of Nikolai’s ship. You ignored the shouts that came from behind you that served only as a reminder of the life you’d let behind, they weren’t home anymore, Nikolai was.

Once you were close enough to the ship, you started shouting everyone’s name to see if they could hear you, not using Nikolai’s real name to avoid exposing him. Heads started to peek through the railing, and someone called for the captain to come see what was happening.

Once Nikolai finally appeared and glanced down at you, you couldn’t believe how you’d almost considered leaving him. The situation felt all too familiar; you in a stowaway boat and him pulling you up above his ship. Even tailored as Sturmhond, he looked as beautiful as ever, with the wind blowing the hair out his face and the sun making his green eyes shine brighter than usual.

“You gonna pull me up or what?” you asked with a smirk, and he smiled so wide you thought he might freeze like that forever.

Once you were safely aboard the ship, he tackled you into a hug so tight your lungs probably stopped breathing for a moment. “Please don’t leave me again.” he whispered into your neck, the crew quickly realizing how private the moment was and leaving you two to it.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” you hugged him back, using the same force as him. “I love you.” you finally spoke the words you had wanted to earlier in his room.

“I know.” he replied with a smirk once he pulled away, and while normally you would want to punch the smirk right off his face, now you could cry at the familiarity of his teasing nature and how much you would’ve missed it if you had left. “I love you too.” he said, cupping your face and leaning down closer to your lips. Though, before actually kissing you, he spoke against your lips once more. “Just to be clear, you don’t have any more life changing secrets? No secret child or secret superpower that you would like to disclose? Now is the tim-” this time, you were the one interrupting his teasing words, by pulling him by the collar of his shirts and finally pressing your lips to him.

“You’re an idiot.” you said once you pulled away.

“You love me, though.” he smirked. “You can’t retract it.”

“Can't I?” you laughed.

“No." he shook his head. "Hate to break it to you, love, no take-backs with me. You’re trapped now” he said and you laughed once again.

You were completely fine with that.

[hmspogue]

Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that. 

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me. 

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused. 

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions? 

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught. 

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you. 

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike. 

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong. 

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what? 

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting. 

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏 

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time. 

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah. 

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident). 

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft. 

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug. 

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first. 

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.  

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me. 

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

[spiderwcd]

words | b. barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x deaf ! reader

summary: bucky moved into a new apartment, he’s interested in the girl who’s his neighbor. but he finds out she’s different than other girls...

warnings: mean words about deaf people, bad case of not understanding als (i’m so sorry i’m not very experienced on this), like one bad word

gif not mine !

bucky felt as if he was going to vomit everything even his courage when walking into his new apartment. his eyes wandered around in fear and was on edge.

he knew one thing for sure, he needed the change. he took steve’s advice to start fresh. part of him wanted to go back to the 40’s and stay away from the 21st century. he felt lost and hopeless. that was until he noticed his neighbor the next day.

she was beautiful just from afar. she wore a simple black muscle tee and ripped jeans with converse. yet looked breathtaking. he wanted to say hello at least but his nervousness didn’t want to disturb her.

he was sitting on the couch that night, eyes wandering around to find something to do. he shot up and walked to the fridge. he opened the empty ice box to reveal nothing but a couple ketchup packets. good a reason to get out.

bucky quickly grabbed his wallet and keys before leaving the apartment. he was so ahead of himself he almost forgot to put on his shoes. he didn’t want to miss your daily schedule.

as he was locking his room, he noticed you were locking your door. he smiled to himself as he huffed his chest with any courage he could muster up. he noticed you began walking away from your locked door and waved at you saying a hello.

to his surprise, he was ignored. he felt a sting of embarrassment ring throughout his body. his ears turning red from the heat of his face. he was given the cold shoulder.

he quickly cleared his throat and quickly ran off to get some food from down the street. he couldn’t stop thinking about her. her presence haunted him as much as did his memories of the winter soldier.

the next day, he was leaving to meet up with steve. he noticed you were locking your door and you walked past him, but dropping your wallet. he noticed you didn’t stop and he picked it up and ran towards you.

“ma’am,” he ran behind you “you dropped this.” he said as he tapped your shoulder. you turned around to face the man and you noticed the wallet.

you grabbed it before signing ‘thank you.’

he finally realized something, you were deaf. he was embarrassed and he didn’t know how to respond so he just gave a thumbs up before heading downstairs.

he panicked. why did he give a deaf girl a thumbs up? he kept thinking. especially a beautiful girl like her.

he tried hard to avoid thinking about it too much but no matter how hard he would push the thought back, it would always come back to him like some boomerang.

that night, bucky decided to search up sign language and learn how to communicate with the neighbor girl to ease his mind. he must’ve stayed up all night because he noticed the sun rising as he pulled his eyes away from the computer screen.

he rubbed his tired eyes and shut the screen as he stood up and practiced his greeting for that day.

he finally was confident enough after almost 100 times. he took a deep breath in and noticed the girl locking her door per usual. he smiled as she wore colorful converse and a sundress to avoid the heat.

he walked towards her with all the courage he could gather and decided to greet himself. he tapped her shoulder this causing her to pick her head up and smile at the brunette man.

he smiled back before signing his sentence.

‘hello, i’m bucky. i’m not very good at als but i wanted to learn to better understand you.’

she was shocked as she pulled out a notebook and wrote down some things before handing it to him.

‘hi, i’m y/n! i’m mostly deaf but my hearing aids should at least help listen to vibration. i’ll try my best to communicate with you. so considerate of you to learn als for me. nice to meet you bucky. :)’

bucky’s heart nearly jumped out in excitement. he was talking to his neighbor, finally. he scribbled something onto the paper and handed it back to her.

‘would you like to go out for coffee together and you can teach me?’

she cracked a wide grin. no one ever asked for such a request. she wrote something down and handed him the notebook.

‘i would love to, how does tomorrow sound?’

he rubbed the nape of his neck before writing down his finally response.

‘of course, here at 8 am?’

she picked up her head and signed yes before signing a goodbye and walking off. bucky waved her farewell and watched as she tranced away.

•••••••

the next day, y/n knocked on buckys door at 8 am. bucky was thinking about being the first to knock but knew she couldn’t hear his knocks.

he swung his door and greeted the girl in front of him.

‘shall we’ he signed. she nodded and they walked to her favorite coffee place around the corner. bucky found her favorite place comforting and warm.

she smiled at the barista as she gave her her order on a piece of paper. bucky felt bad he couldn’t do more to help her. as you began to pull out your wallet, bucky stopped you and paid for it.

y/n tried arguing but he simply signed. ‘my treat’

as they sat down, he heard a few comments made towards them.

“isn’t that the deaf girl?,” someone whispered not so discreetly. “yeah but i bet you it’s all an act.” they kept saying rude comments towards the girl and bucky wasn’t having it. he excused himself to you and walked towards the table of people.

he sat down next to them and gave them a fake smile. it was some sloppy white dudes. bucky lightly scoffed before opening his mouth.

“i dont know if you know this gentlemen,” he cleared his throat. “but she may be hard of hearing but i’m not. so how about next time, you keep your mouths fucking shut or i’ll close them for you.” he angrily spat before walking back to you.

you couldn’t read his lips from too far but you knew he did something to protect you.

bucky asked to go somewhere else because he could tell you became very uncomfortable with the altercation and so you agreed before walking outside the shop.

‘you didn’t have to do that.’ you mentioned to him.

‘i had to, they were being mean to you’ bucky responded.

you blushed as you realized he protected you. all your life no one really protected and shielded you from mean words of bullies and you learned to ignore them. but this time, you had someone. bucky.

you blushed. ‘thank you, i owe you so much’.

‘all you owe me is a smile doll.’ you blushed even harder at the given nickname and you smiled widely.

‘there’s that smile.’ he smiled back.

maybe living in the 21st century didn’t suck all the way.

[waywardimpalawriter]

The Bet (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

The Bet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating:  M (mature) NSFW

Warnings: gambling, teasing, a little bit of spice

Word count: 3,051

Summary: Game night with team Cap turns up unexpected results.

Notes: Written for Writer Wednesday. Thank you for the very lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog​

“Hope you’ve all brought a fat wallet tonight,” devilish smirk tipping the corner of her ruby lips upward. “It won’t be that way for long. I plan on parting you from your hard earned cash in spectacular fashion.” Shuffling the deck like a seasoned pro in Vegas and dealing the cards out.

Eyes rolling while sipping your Screw driver, “You gonna talk us to death Romanoff or deal the hand?” Brow lifting, hiding your own smirk behind the high ball glass.

“Just a sore loser Y/N,” blowing you a kiss after finishing the deal. Deck slammed down in the center as everyone grabbing for their cards to look them over.

A few soft groans at the terrible hands dealt, “Your shit at dealing Nat you gave me nothin,” Sam calls from your left between Steve and Wanda.

“Suck it up buttercup you play the hand your dealt,” downing her first shot of vodka. Locking eyes with Steve for a moment, “And watch your mouth…”

“You know what Romanoff that’s getting old,” rolling his green flecked blue eyes, shooting a piece of popcorn towards her head. Only to have it deflected by a quick brush of her hand.

“Children,” fake stern voice utters from beside you long neck meeting those soft lips. Trying very hard not to watch the single drop of condensation slide from bottle to chin, and down the strong expanse of tanned neck. Never being more jealous of a simple drop of water than right now. “Stow the bickering for later in the game when my pile is triple what the rest of yours is.”

A chorus of snorts drown out the music for a moment, “Bucky sweetie in your dreams will that truly happen.” Snarky comment leaves your lips right as Bucky fixes those cerulean eyes on you. Finding it a little difficult to think for a spilt second as you fidget under his heated stare.

“Wanna make a bet?” This time a chorus of groans echo around the table accompanied by head shakes. “It is Wednesday night poker right? Why not make this a little more,” pausing brow lifting giving you a slow perusal his eyes darkening to pitch. “Interesting then just Nat taking our money?”

“Ah you at least acknowledge my superior poker skills good man Barnes,” sassing him with a smirk and the salute of her shot glass. “But I rather not need eye bleach to scrub your naked ass from my memory. Of that I’m sure most around this table would agree.”

Affirmations of the positive echo her words along with chuckles in various lengths. Leaning over while everyone places their bets your turn coming up quickly. “What’s the bet Barnes?”

Maybe its the vodka infused orange juice you’ve been sipping, beer tasting like ass to you. Instead sticking with the harder liquors to pair with the right mix. Drinking isn’t something you’ve done much so maybe it’s having a quicker affect on your system. However, something tells you it has more to do with the man sitting a little too close on your right. Leather and whiskey wrapping around your senes to send tingles across your skin. He’s the reason for your bold question determined to ditch your comfort zone for one night and be a little wild.

Placing a pot bet then turning to watch you do the same, admiring your profile for the moment. Having only admitted to one other person how much he wanted you, Bucky can’t believe you’ve actually asked him for a bet just between the two of you. His mind races with possibilities none more prominent than having you spread out in his bed whimpering his name. Body withering in the pleasure he’s giving you. Your voice bringing him back to the present and trying to clear the lustful thoughts parading through his mind.

“If I win more hands you’ll be mine for the night,” brushing his lips over the shell of your ear pleased smile at hearing the sharp intake of breath from you. Knowing he’s playing with fire at proposing such idea, he could loose his heart to you so quickly and maybe that’s what he wants most. To finally let himself feel something other than pain, anger and remorse. Though that little voice in the back of his mind taunts, you wouldn’t want the ex-assassin with so much blood and death on his hands.    

Swallowing harshly you turn to look up into his eyes, “And if I win?” Everyone else disappearing, sounds going mute and all focus is on Bucky. Wishing his winnings wouldn’t be just for a night. That’s right you knew already he’d win since you sucked at poker and only played to hang out with your family instead of just missions and meetings. Happily loosing most Wednesdays just to see the pleased looks on their faces instead of grimaces of pain when patching them up.

“What do you want to win?” Itching to reach out free your bottom lip from being trapped between your teeth and run his thumb over the wet bitten skin.

Throat clearing, to draw both of you back to the game, “You playing or just ogling each other? Either way place your bet or fold so the rest of us can get on with the game Sergeant Frostbite.” Rolling his eyes and downing the last of his beer, Sam stands to get a refill silently asking if anyone else wanted one.

Both of you fold more interested in each other than the usual poker game. Your mind whirling with thoughts, not sure how to answer the bet. Thinking and discarding so many ideas, between asking him to be more careful on missions and to stop baiting Sam with snarky comments and looks. Settling for something your sure would get you into trouble but couldn’t stop yourself.

“Never thought you were that kinky Y/N.” Sweet Sokovian accented voice floats through your mind, head snapping up to look over at a smiling Wanda.

“Your not suppose to be reading minds babe,” for which you get a small shrug and a wicked smile spreading over her lips. Tsking in your head trying to keep from laughing, “Careful I might have to let the mistress of pain know.”        

“You wouldn’t? Besides your thoughts were so damn loud I couldn’t help it. I’m surprised the whole table doesn’t hear the both of you,” winking she nods towards Bucky who’s still looking at your expectantly. “Might want to answer Buck before giving him an aneurysm since he’s waiting on bated breath what you’ll ask for.”  

Clearing your throat and grabbing up your glass to take a drink, finding Bucky staring. Admiring the way your tongue peeks out to wipe up the left behind bits of orange juice. Shy smile sliding over your lips, eyes darting to the group and finding them arguing over who won the last pot.

“How about a private strip show just for my eyes only Sergeant Barnes?” Nervously swallowing hoping you’ve haven’t asked for too much. But then once would never be enough for you. Needing a repeat performance whenever the mood strikes to accompany being totally wrecked by this man who haunts your dreams.

“Tell him, you’ll be surprised at his answer,” Wanda urges then falls silent as another hand is dealt by Sam this time. She gives you another wink returning her attention to the game.

Biting off the groan of arousal, shifting in his seat to adjust himself and the bite of his jeans against his hardening cock. “I think…” irritated growl leaving his mouth when Sam tossed a balled up napkin at his head. Dead center hit to Bucky’s forehead making everyone cheer around the table. Getting a scowl from the man in question, “What?”

“Your turn Frostbite or have you forgot the game already?” Bitting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the look Bucky sends him. Knowing the shared unrequited feelings you’ve both harbored for each other. “Has old age finally caught up to you old man?”

“I don’t think it’s the age that’s caught up with him Sam,” Steve grins for which Bucky cuts his eyes at his best friend.

“Value your life Rogers and all the secrets I keep about your pre-serum days you’ll keep that mouth shut,” threat empty as everyone knew but Steve still gives him a mock hurt expression.

Hand to his chest, “You won’t buddy?” Seeing the lifted brow cerulean eyes dart towards Nat and back to Steve’s who catches the wordless meaning. “Fuck off jerk.”

“Steven Grant Rogers did you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Natasha exclaimed biting her lip to keep the laughter from rolling out.

“Then keep your mouth shut Steve.” Bucky shot back with a taunting grin spreading across his face at Nat’s words.

Playful gasp leaving your lips, “I never thought I’d hear those kind of words uttered from your good boy lips Steve.”

“Good boy?” Snorting Bucky holds his stomach as a full belly laugh leaves his lips at the very thought. “Doll he’s got you all fooled. Hook lined and reeled in,” glancing at you for a moment then back at Steve. “You gotta quite acting all saintly Steven you’ll never get laid.”

Chocking on his beer, wiping at the mess, while his eyes throw daggers at Bucky. “Keep it up Buck and you’ll find a shield up side your head next mission.”    

Peels of laughter sound around the table drowning out the music, a beet red Steve just gapping at his family in fake astonishment. Sam’s slumped forward head resting on his forearms while gruff deep chuckles sound from him. Wanda wide eyed but soft giggles leave her as Natasha full out belly laughs, slamming a hand down on the table. Disturbing the poker chips and cards, glasses and bottles wiggling in there spots. While you’ve managed to pull your phone out and snap a few quiet pictures to save and send Clint. Who’s missing all the action while out on his own mission. Mirth dances in your eyes that lock with Bucky’s. Lips parting on a soft gasp of surprise with how he’s staring at you. Heat flaring to life across your body and you swallow trying to regain some moisture to your parched throat.

Leaning over, “We’ve got a deal doll, prepare to loose though.” Glancing back at the table seeing everyone still recovering from their laughter, Bucky uses that moment to press closer. Placing his slightly chapped lips to your cheek, “If there’s one thing Romanoff got right it’s that I’m a sore looser. I play to win,” dragging those sinful lips away to sit back in his chair. Cards resting now between those large hands.

Hands you wish were somewhere else right this moment, soothing the arch building between your thighs that rub together in the bid to find some kind of friction on your clit. Marveling at how quickly that simple brush of his lips could turn you into a pile of goo in your own seat.

Clearing your throat, “Bring it on Buck this time I may just have a reason to win as many hands as I can.”

Gauntlet tossed down with the raise of his brow. Determination coats your veins especially when he gives you a very heated once over. Scorching your very soul with the intensity making you throb, clit jumping at the very promise those wickedly beautiful eyes held. Watching the way his fingers caress the long neck bottle in his flesh hand. Bringing the brown glass to his lips for a deep drink.

Savoring the taste more than any effects it could have on him. “Careful doll face those who play with fire usually get burned,” eyes lock with yours licking those sinfully plush lips.

Glancing between his lips and eyes, your own smirk tugging your mouth upward. Free hand coming to rest on Bucky’s thigh, the heat of your palm burning his jeans covered skin. Shifting in his seat to relieve the pressure on his cock with the touch of your hand. “Don’t worry none James,” voice a soft purr in his ear. “I have salves of all kinds that’ll take care of a burn. It’s the ache I need taken care of. There’s no medication to take accept my own fingers to help sooth the pressure.” Drawing patterns over his thigh, feeling tension held tightly in those delicious muscles you wouldn’t say no to feeling between your thighs.

A bit shocked with how forward your being. His reactions only spurring on your need to see just how far you could push him before he snaps and finally takes you. Asking yourself for the thousandth time if once would state the desire you have for this man? Wanting to have more than friendship between you though you’d take it and run. But there’s a part of you which wants more, to open your heart and share it with Bucky. You only hope he feels the same way.  

For a second Bucky’s mute ignoring the calls from Sam and Steve to stare at you, mouth hanging open. Only to close with a challenge flaring in his cerulean eyes. “You sure about what your offering sweetheart?” Hating to ask but not wanting to miss understand you or the intentions swimming through your mind that he’s not privy to yet.

“As sure as the next breath I’ll be taking,” moving your hand from his thigh to rest on his vibranium forearm. Looking up into his eyes, soft smile gracing your lips that turn into a squeal. Ice sliding down the front of your shirt, cutting your eyes towards the rest of the table all of whom are pretending to not see anything. All except Natasha who’s just giving you a Cheshire Cat grin. Jumping to your feet, shaking your shirt to get the ice out. Only to have it caught in your bra melting against your heated skin, peaking your nipples. Scowling at the red head, “Your dead to me Romanoff,” playfully glaring at her before taking off towards the kitchen.

Not realizing Bucky is following you have your hand down the front of your shirt trying to fish the cube out when he clears his throat. “Need help?” Wicked grin pulling across his lips.

Licking your own at the heat flaring through your body and in his eyes, “It’s a slipper little devil.” Capturing your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling hard as Bucky steps towards you. Crowding you against the counter, planting his hands on either side of your body.

“Maybe it’ll help if you take off the shirt?” Tugging the black AC/DC shirt twice, flesh hand teasing along your side under the shirt.

Gulping to gather air into your starved lungs, shivering as the ice moves against your skin pebbled nipple starting to tent your bra and t-shirt. Distracting Bucky as his gaze drops and his hand moves upward. Sliding two fingers just under the wire and cup of your bra to snag the cube. Pressing it to your nipple, melting the ice between the heat of his fingers and your body.

“Tell me to stop and I will doll face. I won’t do anything you don’t want,” words puffing from his lips that are just inches from yours.

“You stop and I’ll have to hurt you James,” hissing turned whimper as those talented fingers wrap around your nipple and tug. Desire fogged brain only barely registering your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, embracing his body to pull him closer.

Grinning right behind his mouth claims yours. Desperate and passion fueled, licking his tongue against the seam of your lips. Which open on a gasp Bucky having found the front clasp of your bra and popped it open to cup and massage your breast. Weighting the generous globe before rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers. Giving a light pinch to gage your reaction. Confirming whimper has an answering growl from deep within his chest. Vibranuim arm tightly wrapping around your waist as you damn near suck his tongue into your mouth tangling together for play and pleasure. Pushing your body into his wanting to mold the two of you together as the kiss turns deeper. Breath becoming an issue and you break part panting to gather in air to your starved lungs.

“Bucky,” whimpering his name, head lolling back to give his questing lips access to the sensitive column of your throat. Swallowing to gather your wits. “James,” you try again running your nails through his hair, scrapping his scalp lightly and pulling a groan from the man against you. “I’m going die if you don’t fuck me James.” Words whimpered from you lips.

“We can’t have that now can we doll?” Dragging his nose up your beautifully scented skin to nip at your earlobe. Hands one warm the other cool cup your ass and lift, your legs wrapping around his trim waist of the own accord.

Pressing his harden cock into your willing core, making you shutter around him at the delicious friction his movements cause. “Don’t you dare tease me James,” burying your lips against his neck to bit down on the strong cords sucking a small mark just south of his thumping pulse.

“Marking me already sweetheart?” Pushing away from the counter to head towards his apartment. Trying to focus on his steps and not how good you feel in his arms. “I wouldn’t dream of teasing you doll but if you keep using that mouth of yours to tempt me I won’t be held accountable for the state your clothes end up in or the fact that the whole compound will hear us.”

Pulling back, hands spread over his neck, fingers tugging at the short strands, “Then you better pick up the pace Sergeant before I have to take matters into my own hands and that would be a shame to take care my own self. Wouldn’t it James?”

“Yes ma’am,” pausing at his door to press you into the hard wall. Rocking into your body so you can feel just what you’ve caused.  “Especially when I have just the remedy to sooth that ache you were talking about.”

Poker night was never the same again at least night for you and Bucky.

[missmitchieg]

I.... Wanna talk about Bobby and his... Ehh, "friendship" with the boys, Bobby's feelings about his place in the band, and their feelings about him postmortem.

So in Whatever Happens, Luke was super dismissive of and straight up violent with Bobby for a while there and Alex and Reggie both took Luke's side in the Emily argument and were literally just casually betting on whether Luke was about to clobber Bobby, Reggie straight up said Bobby's not that good at guitar, Luke only sat next to him in the van not because he wanted to, but because with Reggie being Reggie, he had no other choice and he was ignoring Bobby for his journal, and with Bobby, who is probably the only one that can both drive and owns a vehicle, Sunset Curve looks like a "real" band. Bobby said he felt like he wasn't really a part of the band or their friendship and knew he wasn't as good as Luke at guitar.

In We Got The Music, Julie hates him for stealing Luke's songs and questions if they were really friends, Luke says Bobby sucks at rhyming and karma's going to get him, the guys made a list of haunting ideas, they all agree Bobby's unforgivable, and they drew devil horns and a tail on him.

In The Edge Of Great, Luke describes Bobby-Trevor as "greasy-haired" when they go to the mansion. He's doing the absolute most to mess with Bobby, traumatizing him in the process. Then when Julie shows up, Luke admits he's already more concerned with her and her happiness and trust in them than he is with anything else. But he still wants more revenge, so he asks Alex about Willie, who says he'll talk to him. At the club, Luke says they'll do whatever it takes to get back at him. After Julie quits, all Luke cares about is apologizing to Julie and getting her back in the band. Reggie just wants to go back to the club to eat pizza. When Julie does come back, they all care more about Julie and not messing up again than anything.

In Wake Up, none of them were like "aww, you don't have to get a hot dog. You can just hang with us." and they all just left without a second thought to Bobby and he was like "cool, I'mma hang out with the pretty girl". After they die, Julie never asked about the fourth member of the band and the guys never brought him up, either.

In Bright, (ooooohhh Bright) Alex put Bobby in an entirely separate category to both 'friends' and 'family' because he was neither a friend nor family to them. Now, an argument could be made for that meaning he was putting Bobby in a more important category, but an argument could also be made for Alex putting him in the least important category that was just an afterthought to friends and family. Also, Reggie entirely forgot that Bobby existed until Alex brought him up. Luke says with his whole chest "I'll tell you what we had. It's what we've had since the day we came together. Boys, we have us. We're the only family we're ever gonna need.", like, as if they're not literally missing 1/4th of their band. As if their not missing their other best friend. And then they just had a song about this band is back and were singing and dancing ll around the beach, and then they performed with Julie for the first time, with a Sunset Curve song they had planned to perform at The Orpheum together.

In IGTM, we find out that apparently, none of the boys have ever talked about Bobby to Julie to find out that he became Trevor Wilson and took a lot of Luke's music for himself and the gang only found out after... What, a week of knowing each other? Two weeks, at the most? So first, we hear Alex refer to Bobby as "our rhythm guitarist". Not, like, "our rhythm guitarist, our best friend", or like, "our little brother", just "our rhythm guitarist". Nothing more. Then Reggie says Bobby looks "old", Alex says he looks like "a substitute teacher", Luke instantly hates him for not mentioning them, and Reggie's pissed that Bobby didn't help their families with money and they go to revenge-haunt him. Reggie huffs and puffs and harrumphs about Bobby being the type that wears sunglasses indoors and says he can't stand him. Luke says it's "time for his past to haunt him." They moon him.

In The Other Side Of Hollywood, Alex introduces the guys to Willie who takes them to meet Caleb so they can get even more revenge on him. Instead of doing that, though, Caleb redirects their attention to food and music, doing Bobby a massive favor. Like, who knows what more those boys would've done in a wrath fueled second haunting of their most loathed ex guitarist?

In Finally Free, Reggie was pissed as all Hell at Bobby while Luke just completely stopped giving a shit about a large part of this fandom's favorite rhythm guitarist with a pretty voice, solely because Luke's insistence on getting revenge on Bobby made them miss a gig and it made Julie frown so he was like "Well, I never wanna be the reason for that happening ever again, so." and chose to remind Reggie, who calls Bobby a "jerk", to take Julie's words to heart and focus on the music they were making with her.

Then after that, the guys just kinda... Never bring up Bobby again? He's just kinda irrelevant to them and to the plot until the finale.

In The Edge Of Great, Luke's concerned with Nick's crush on Julie, finalizing the setlist for the garage party, cheering Alex up, and Julie. Alex is concerned that Willie suddenly changed his mind about him, and then sad that Willie broke up with him. Reggie helps Carlos prove a point to tia Victoria and then helps Luke cheer up Alex, then performs at the party.

In Unsaid Emily, Alex and Willie sort of make up, Reggie's just sort of bonding with Ray and he and Alex say they're gonna miss the Molinas, and Julie & Luke visit his parents to make things semi-ok again.

In Stand Tall, the guys commit some crimes to get the band to perform at The Orpheum and cross over. Reggie's mourning the Molinas and wondering if he'll still be with Alex and Luke in Heaven. Julie's morning her eventual inevitable loss of the guys. Then they perform and have the time of their life/afterlives and Julie removes Caleb's brand.

No one cares about Bobby Trevor anymore except for Bobby stans and, in a way, Bobby antis. 'Cause the stans are all like "wtf #JusticeForBobby!" and the antis are like "loooool the guys like Julie more than they ever liked Bobby. Sucks for him."

So now, Bobby is so far removed from the guys and so far from Julie that no one's thinking about him anymore. At all. They're only thinking about themselves and each other, like Julie and Caleb told them to. Even Carrie's more preoccupied with herself and Julie than her father. The only one thinking about Bobby is himself. Even then, he's also losing his shit because "The boys are back. Why are they back. They're supposed to be dead. What's going on. What is my life. Is this karma for taking Luke's music. I'm going to see my therapist, but first I need to lie down."

Every piece of canon content just constantly reiterates that Bobby was the guys' friend but the guys were not Bobby's friends.