#and then she said thsi like HUh

[lzrusrising]

thinking about that time a few years ago where i told my mum that ao3 was a site for ‘young authors who cant get published’ and she still believes it.

[earlysunshines]

order for delivery!

pham hanni x fem!reader

synopsis: hanni is a terrible multi-tasker and it's very evident when her phone is in between her ear and shoulder while she orders delivery. she's messily figuring out what to tackle on her calendar first as she mumbles her order, what lecture notes to go over, when her midterms fall---and oops, she just said 'love you, bye' to the worker on the other end of the phone.

warnings: none(?) i think it's just rly silly and cute and fluffy ; anything else i didn't mention ; not proofread

a/n: ugh she's so cute and such a loser and UGH anyways i wrote this so quickly but maybe that's because i love thsi fic so much it was so so so fun to write omfg ENJOY!!

hanni is a terrible multitasker, it only ends up in her getting things mixed up and done slower. still, she does it anyway.

her phone is tucked awkwardly between her ear and shoulder, fingers tapping at the laptop keyboard while scrolling through lecture notes. “uh, yeah… chicken lo mein with extra chicken… and um also…” she squinted at the calendar on her screen. “what was i supposed to— oh, right… midterm next wednesday. right, cool.”

on the other end you listened patiently, smiling to yourself and holding back a small giggle as she mumbled half an order while clearly being busy with other things.

“wait, sorry!” she apologizes quickly, realizing she hadn’t ordered what minji and haerin had asked for. “also six steamed pork dumplings— no, twelve please. shrimp fried rice and… wait, i already said that, right? ugh—anyway, just, yeah, add that too.”

you ring it all up, smiling wider. “anything else?”

there’s a brief moment of silence until you hear, “huh? oh, no, that’s it.” she replies absentmindedly. she had been paying no attention at all, flipping through her notes and muttering to herself quietly about what she needed to review before the weekend. “uh, yeah, thanks—love you, bye.”

another beat of silence passes before you chime in, voice playful. “love you too.”

you could practically hear her freeze, the realization hits her. you hear a gasp on the other end of the phone, sharp and followed by a small curse.

‘w-wait, what?” hanni stammers, cheeks heating up like crazy. everything hanni had been bombarded with halts. her hands freeze on the laptop, her phone almost slips from her shoulder, and the papers she had been holding with the other hand have all landed on teh counter. everything hanni had been thinking about—midterm wednesday, lecture notes, module 2.2, chapter three reading—dissapear from her mind in a blink.

she hears a laugh on the other end, then a voice that sends a shiver down her spine. 

“your total is $28.41, by the way.”

“god, i’m sorry.” hanni rushes out the apology, face palming herself. “i didn’t mean it— not that i don’t love you! well, i mean, i don’t know you, so i don’t love you. not that i hate you! no hard feelings. i’m not saying you’re— okay i’m, i’m going to go. bye. thank you. sorry.”

hanni presses the red button on her phone, ending the call and cringing to herself. hanni is more than glad that her friends in the living room hadn’t heard the most embarassing phonecall of her life. if any of them were to witness it, she’d never live it down. her cheeks are fuming against her hand; she’s a mess, she really needs to stop tackling twelve things at once even though it brings her some type of comfort—less chaos during lots of chaos makes it seem like something manageable.

she clicks through a bunch of tabs, skims through a few lines on her paper, and then closes her laptop. she does this while being distracted by the whole one minute interaction from earlier, shooting herself in the head mentally everytime she thinks of it.

less than twenty minutes later, the delivery guy shows up. hanni knows it’s not the person on the phone, because when the man speaks, it’s not the same voice that sent a weird shiver down her spine when she realized they said “love you too” back to her.

she takes the two bags over to her living room, setting them down in front of two ravenous students—otherwise known as her best friends danielle and minji—watching their eyes sparkle just from the sight. she rolls her eyes at them, sitting down against her small couch and leaning against as they waste no time to dig in and unbox.

hanni’s the last one to reach in and grab something to munch on—mistake number one. mistake number two is catching minji furrowing her brows at a piece of paper, pickiing it up and reading, instead of stopping her before she can do any of that.

her best friend reads it outloud in a confused tone: “i put two extra fortune cookies in there,” minji begins, danielle scoots over to read too. “hope your fortune is as sweet as your voice. love, the girl you don’t hate, but don’t love :(“

“p.s. you sound cute when you’re caught off guard ;-)”

minji finishes reading, and then the two of her friends look up, staring down hanni.

“hanni, what’s this?”

“i— give me that!” hanni says, face burning up. she swipes the paper from minji’s hand, looking at the paper and covering it with her hand like her friends hadn’t just read it together. she cringes, closing her eyes and falling down on teh floor. “i’m an idiot.”

“hanniiiiii” danielle whines, scooting over to shake her by her shoulders while she’s on the floor. “what’s that about? do you have an admirer or something?”

“i can’t tell you, i just, i’m so stupid.”

“dude, what?” minji questions, completely ignoring the steaming, delicious food on the coffee table. “explain—now.”

hanni feels her heart beating like crazy, then she gives in and sits up. her face is most definitely beet red, maybe even worse when she glances at the note again.

“i accidentally said ‘love you, bye’ to the worker on the phone.” hanni says quietly, shaking her head. “and she said it back.”

“she what?” danielle and minji say in unison, looking at her in disbelief.

hanni lets out a weird noise, overwhelmed and flustered beyond words. she looks down at the note again through the spaces in her fingers as she covers her face, not noticing any name or anything that might lead to another encounter with the mystery girl on the other end of the line. this disappoints her a bit, but even if she were to have a name or number or anything, she wouldn’t be able to face you. 

after getting teased to death, the trio indulges in food after a very long and tiring study session. the conversation shifts to annoying professors, upcoming midterms, plans for when they all have free time—but hanni is still thinking of you, oddly enough.

—

a little over a week from that day, hanni orders takeout again. she’s somehow forgotten (for the most part) her embarrassing interaction, probably because her midterm is tomorrow and she’s completely forgotten to eat. her phone sits in between her shoulder and ear again, head tilted awkwardly to rush out an order. 

“alpha waves, altruism, anorexia nervosa… shit, sorry. um yeah, i’d like six steamed dumplings please, pork. umm… chow mein— no, scratch that. shrimp fried rice please.” her words are hurried out her mouth as she furrows her brows at her laptop screen, clicking through slides and trying to comprehend two units of psychology in one night. “that’s it, thank you, love you.”

hanni stops in place, frozen in shock. there is no way.

“wow, you must be smitten, huh?” she hears on the end of the line, followed by a small chuckle. “love you too, ‘hp.’” hanni had never used her full name when ordering things, well, only food. she always had this fear of sharing her legal name unless it was for unconsumable orders. “your total is $14.89 by the way.” 

you hear a groan on the end of the line, followed by what sounds like pens and pencils hitting the floor.

“...you alright?”

hanni, caught off guard by the whole conversation for the most part, but also the fact that you noticed how she had just spilled half her supplies onto her apartment floor, answers with a simple, “yeah.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“i’m really sorry, again, for the… you know.”

“your undying love for me?”

“what?” hanni says, completely disregarding the pens, pencils, and highlighters on the floor. “i- no! no. i’m not in love with you! i didn’t mean it—”

“i’m teasing, hp.” she hears the smile in your voice. “would you like an extra fortune? last time i had heard from you i remember something about a midterm.”

“you remembered?” it sounds a little pathetic, maybe desperate coming from hanni, but hanni couldn’t care less. she’s tired, overwhelmed, and has gone over so much work in the span of a few days that she really can’t think or function correctly.

“yeah, not many people sound as young as you. it’s usually a parent or something ordering for their family at this time. plus, you made my shift.” you confess, “i thought it was cute, you know, how frantic you had ordered your meal.”

“i’m really sorry about that, like seriously, i’m really, really sorry.”

“it’s okay hp.”

“right, yeah. i uh, i have to study. sorry— i don’t know why i’m saying sorry, ugh, sorry. thanks, bye.”

“no ‘love you?’” you ask, and before hanni can answer you respond, “kidding. i’ll throw in two fried wontons, have a good night hp.”

the call ends and hanni blinks a few times as she tries to process what just happened. she’s embarrassed beyond words, just as flustered too. there might even be a blush on her cheeks, she can’t stop thinking about how smooth you were with your teasing, plus the way your voice sounded. 

hanni thinks it’s the midterm getting to her, the stress. she cleans up the mess on the floor and goes through her vocabulary notes. she hears a knock on the door twenty minutes later which makes her jump in her seat.

she grabs the bag of fried rice and dumplings, placing it on the counter before taking everything out. hanni hears her stomach rumble a bit, she definitely underestimated how hungry she was.

before hanni digs in, she notices two fortune cookies and a note at the bottom. she completely ignores the cookies, grabbing the note and opening it up to see the same small handwriting from last time:

“i’m guessing your initials are hp? i could be wrong… 

hp like harry potter? it makes sense because you’re magical.

good luck on your midterm! hopefully you’ll order for a post-midterm celebration.

p.s. there are extra fried wontons ;p”

hanni smiles as she reads the note. pause. hanni stops smiling immediately when she becomes aware of the fact that she’s smiling because of a note. a note from a mystery woman on the other end of the line.

—

midterms are over, all of them. hanni had gone through all four midterms. all four. hanni’s burnt out to oblivion, finding comfort in her bed as soon as she gets back from her last midterm. she checks her messages and is greeted by the groupchat she’s in with danielle and minji.

minji: FINALLY i feel like a fish that’s been gutted out it’s not even finals lowk wasn’t even that bad actually how about you guys

danielle: my midterm is in an hour!  wish me luck :D how was yours hanni?

hanni: i’m about to PASS OUT why did i choose forensics

minji: because you’re a nerd don’t let one biology midterm screw you over who’s going to take care of my body parts when i suddenly get murdered

danielle: woah quite a situation, no?

hanni: uagghshhskafhjk i’m going to sleep GOODNIGHT do you guys want to come over later dani do you need time to unwind before you come over

danielle: no that’s alright! i find your apartment quite cozy i’ll just crash there right after, thanks han okay i’m going to review a bit more wish me luck!

minji: good luck mo dani!! you can do it  we love you

hanni: good luck! you’ve got this

danielle:  ❤️

hanni smiles at danielle’s message, she’s always so positive—even through text, even during these trying times. she decides to pass out for almost two hours, waking up groggy and finding herself almost tripping all the way back to her couch in the living room. she sighs as she collapses onto the cushions, waiting for minji and danielle to come over.

then her thoughts race back to you, embarassingly enough. she thinks about your stupid flirting, your stupid voice, and the stupid giggle she could hear through the phone. she thinks about how stupid she is for smiling, how stupid she is. everything is stupid.

hanni is fantasizing about some random person she’s ordered affordable chinese food from, she doesn’t even know her name. 

(hanni’s brain is mush.)

instinctively, she goes through her recent calls, dialing the number of the restaurant that serves her favorite dumplings. 

it rings for a few seconds before someone answers, “hello?”

the voice isn’t familiar whatsoever, hanni feels a strange discomfort in her stomach. 

hanni doesn’t realize that she hasn’t spoken a word until the second “hello?” is uttered. she breaks from her trance.

“hi, hello, yeah, hi.”

“hello, what can i get you?”

hanni purses her lips before replying, “oh, um.” she sounds like a sad child. “fried rice, i’ll do chicken. wontons, fried, twelve of them. could i also get beef-broccoli lo mein?”

she hears nothing for about three seconds, then a hum. “got it, could i get a name for that order?”

“hp.” 

“y/n’s ‘hp?’” who the hell is y/n? hanni thinks to herself. 

“what?”

“nevermind.” the worker says with her monotone voice. “will that be it?”

“yeah, thank you.” hanni doesn’t say ‘love you’ this time. she tells herself it’s because she’s not preoccupied with at least three things in that same moment, but a part of it is because it’s not the same voice that she had been expecting to hear. “what’s the total?”

“$24.12. it’ll be over in a little more than twenty minutes.”

“okay, thank you.” hanni says, and instead of hearing something snarky back—she hears a hum, and then the call ends.

…

you walk into work later than usual, one of your midterms had been pushed a bit later, so your hours were cut off. 

as you walk in, you catch your coworker’s head snap up. as soon as she realizes it’s you, she relaxes a bit.

“good evening haerin!” you beam, somehow upbeat and lively even after your grueling calculus midterm. “miss me?”

“just had to take more calls than i ever do in one week.” she sighs, watching you move over behind the counter and push your bag under the desk. “so maybe a little.”

“awww, you missed me so much.”

“shut up.” haerin groans, sitting down in the little chair where no customers can catch her. “you know what you missed?”

“what?”

“your girlfriend called—miss hp.”

“hp?!” you say it like you’ve just missed the train that comes every two hours. “seriously? did she say ‘love you?’”

“of course that’s what you’re so animated about.” haerin rolls her eyes at you, shrugging. “she didn’t.”

a sigh of relief escapes your lips, a very exaggerated one for that matter. then you frown, sitting down in the spinny chair nearby and rotating yourself in your seat like a little kid.

“i can’t believe i missed her.”

“you’re actually insane for flirting with a customer.”

“she has a cute voice.”

“you don’t even know her y/n.” haerin scoots over, but only to flick you in the forehead. she leans back in her seat, smirking. you rub your skin and pout at her, making her roll her eyes once more before she continues on, “she could be old, crinkly, and married or something. what if she’s like… balding? what if her teeth are falling out and she—”

“why are you assuming the worst haerin. you’re so— whatever. she sounds my age, i guess. it’s just fun to mess around, it’s cute.”

“i will never get you.” your coworker crosses her arms, jumping at the sound of the phone ringing. “could you get that? i’ve run out of social battery.”

“it’s a phone call haerin.”

“talking to you drained me already.”

you frown, making her giggle at you.

—

the next time hanni calls is two days later, because she’s a loser that can’t seem to get the thought of the chinese restaurant employee who keeps flirting with her (albeit smoothly) out of her head. the phone rings twice, then someone picks up, and hanni waits eagerly.

“hi, pledis plates, how can i help?” it’s you, it’s you. the memory of hearing ‘y/n’s hp?’ pops up in her head—could you be y/n? you have to be.

“hi.” hanni says simply, biting the inside of her lip. she hears a small chuckle on the other end of the line, slightly relieved.

“if it isn’t hp.” it comes out cheeky, making hanni blush. “missed you, you know?”

“what?”

“did you miss me too?”

“i–” yes. hanni did miss you, not like she’d admit it, at least out loud. “i’d like to order dumplings.”

“harsh.” you respond jokingly, “six, pork, and steamed, got it.”

“you memorized it?” 

“you ordered it last time.”

hanni can’t help but laugh, smiling as she holds the phone against her ear. “you must be head over heels to be remembering my order.”

“you’re the one who confessed first though?”

“that was a mistake.”

“uh huh.” amusement is laced in your tone. “it’ll be five dollars, should be there in less than twenty.”

“great.”

 hanni doesn’t know what else to say. you both pause, letting silence and the faint static ring in your ears.

“what happened to the usual goodbye?”

hanni feels herself shrinking in her bed, feet kicking slightly, blush forming. god, she’s head over heels, she’s insane, she doesn’t know a single thing about you other than the fact that you have a really endearing voice and that your flirting is enough to have her smiling like an idiot.

“thanks, bye.” neither of you hang up after hanni says it, knowing there’s something missing. hanni pinches the bridge of her nose, feeling her stomach closing in on herself and simultaneously doing a flip. her heart nearly jumps out of her chest as she chokes out, “love you.”

“i was waiting for that one.”

“a-are you— really?”

“yeah.” you simply state, and you say nothing else but, “bye hp.”

“you’re not going to say it back?”

you grin to yourself. hanni hears a small, amused laugh fromthe other end, sending a shiver down her spine. “i don’t fold that easy, maybe next time.” you hang up right after, leaving hanni dumbfounded.

hanni looks at her phone like you’re going to call back, but you don’t. she drops the phone on her bed, putting both hands over her face and feeling her skin burn against her palms. she groans, then groans again, and sighs finally. 

maybe next time. there’s going to be a next time—hanni has that at least.

—

hanni calls again the next monday, around two days after the last call. it’s the same day she had first said the infamous ‘love you’ to you on accident. she calls at around the same time, laptop on her lap as she taps lightly on the backspace key, though not enough to actually press it. she wonders to herself for a moment, is the dent in her wallet really worth it? has she really reached rock bottom?

“pledis plates, what would you like to order?”

it’s not you. hanni sinks into the cushion of her couch and feels herself deflate. she can’t always call with the assumption that you’ll pick up, there are other employees after all. this time, it’s the same monotone voice she had heard before, a stark contrast to your flirtatious, lively tone.

“hi, i’d just like—”

“ah, hp.”

“how did you—”

“i remember your voice from last time. y/n was quite sad when she realized she’d missed your call by twenty minutes.”

“what do you mean?”

“she came into work late, midterms or something.”

midterms. the information alone gives her the assumption that you’re also in college, maybe even in her grade, and if she’s pushing it maybe you even go to her university. she conjures up a better picture of you now, not quite clear or concrete, but it’s something.

“is she a student?”

“i don’t know if i can leak that, she told me to be very secretive about her. i don’t think you’ll have trouble finding out more though, she never shuts up.”

hanni snickers, so you’re a talker too. yeah, hanni’s into that.

“well now i know her name.”

“do what you will with that.” the girl mutters. hanni hears a small sigh, then another response, “hey, y/n was curious about you. are you in high school?”

“what— no! do i sound like it?”

“you sound young.” the girl on the end of the line—haerin—shrugs. she continues, “y/n thinks you’re the same age as her, she also assumes you’re cute. i guess no one will know until a miracle happens.”

“i can’t tell if you’re insulting me.” hanni chuckles awkwardly, but haerin doesn’t respond.  “but if it helps, anyway, i’m a sophomore in college. tell her i’m interested in forensics.”

“okay.”

silence follows again, but haerin hasn’t hung up, and hanni still holds the phone against her ear expecting something more. hanni decides to take another step, asking, “y/n, how is… could you like, describe her?”

“physically or…? well, i can do a brief description. to start off: annoying, jokes a lot, pretends to be all mopey when insulted. physically: taller than me—i’d say taller than a lot of women. she has a nice smile i guess, but it’s the kind you want to wipe off her face, ugh, it’s like she’s making fun of you when she does it. her hair is also always a little messy, she says its for the ‘appeal,’ but i see none.”

hanni fights back a giggle. this woman has just spilled a good amount, a perfect amount in hanni’s eyes (any amount is alright, anything more than a name). this ‘y/n’ is tall, taller than most women, and hanni is shorter than most; hanni is into that, she loves taller girls. and messy hair too? that’s cute, probably. as long as it’s not the same type of messy that men rock around—men that barely shower or do anything. essentially: compsci majors—then hanni will be alright. you sound wonderful.

“did you want to order anything? or are did you just want to flirt with the idiot.”

“hey! hey, hey. lets not— ugh, okay, could i just get um, six pork dumplings—steamed.”

“okay.” the girl says quietly, and then hanni hears some light tapping. “six dumplings for hp.”

“hanni. it’s hanni. my name is hanni.”

“got it the first time.”

“you’re bright, aren’t you?”

“your order is going to be there later, bye.” and then the girl hangs up, leaving hanni speechless.

—

hanni waits a few days to call, because she doesn’t remember dialing on tuesdays or wednesdays and hearing a voice that brings her a little thrill. she leans against her counter waiting for a response, then lights up when she hears,

“pledis plates, how can i help?”

“y/n.” hanni says, almost relieved. “hi.”

“hi hanni.” your coworker must’ve leaked that conversation, hanni thinks. “nice to hear from you.”

“likewise.”

“can i get six dumplings? pork and—”

“---steamed, yes.” you’re smiling as you say it, like an eager little child. “nothing else?”

“no.”

“alright.” you respond, clicking two tabs and ringing up her order. you don’t give her the cost or anything, staring at the screen and deciding to huff out, “forensics?” you’re starting a real conversion now, what a step.

hanni is smiling hard, she’s so giddy that she’s twirling a piece of hair around her pointer finger. 

“yeah, i think it’s nice.”

“cute.” you mumble, “i’m studying kinesiology.”

“is that so?”

“unfortunately.” you say lightheartedly. hanni doesn’t know what to respond with, she wants to continue the conversation and hear your voice longer, but there’s nothing she can think of. does she ask for your number? how you are? hanni is useless, she’s always been useless when it came to girls.

“hanni?”

“y-yes?” hanni cringes at the slight stutter.

“your total is five dollars. it’ll be there soon.”

“oh,” hanni says sadly, “i mean, um. okay.”

and then she hangs up, a little defeated, but there’s always a next time…right?

when her food gets there, she hurriedly pays the delivery driver, making her wallet cry even more. there’s a note in the bag, along with two fortune cookies. the note has your name and a number on it, making hanni gasp and smile to herself again. there’s a little ‘text me, miss hanni. i’m looking forward to it.’ and as soon as hanni reads it, she clasps her hands together, squeals quietly into them, giggles, and kicks her feet in the air.

hanni tries to do some schoolwork, managing to get ten minutes of reading down, a few sentences jotted down, and then the rest of the time she’s thinking about her new saved contact. she hasn’t texted you yet, mainly because she had been overthinking about what and when to text you. she contemplates texting danielle and minji about it, but she’d just be teased. 

this is the first time in a while since hanni’s gotten anywhere close to something romantic, or maybe this is platonic, but the flirting doesn’t support that idea. she’s tried tinder—once, once and never again—and going to parties. nothing works out, none of them make her giddy and giggly like this. 

before she knows it, two hours have passed, and so she decides to send a simple “hi, this is hanni!’ 

too enthusiastic? too bland? too basic? ugh. hanni groans, lying on her couch in an uncomfortable position.

you reply almost immediately with ‘hey, i’m off in twenty minutes. let’s call?’ and hanni has to put the phone to her chest, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief.

twenty minutes passes by too quickly, hanni hasn’t even figured out what to say. she looks at her phone, waiting for you to call, and when you do, she short circuits; hanni drops her phone on her face.

“hello?” it’s you.

it’s you.

“hey. um, how was work?”

“aw, even asking me about work.” she can hear the smirk in your tone, rolling her eyes as she smiles to herself. “it was fine, my favorite part was when this girl ordered pork dumplings though. she has a cute voice.”

“is that so?”

“yeah. hey, can i ask you something?”

“what is it?”

“i work tomorrow, but its the morning shift. i end at one, i was you know… wondering if you… wanted…” you sound nervous, this is a first for hanni. “if you wanted to share some dumplings, free of charge.”

hanni covers her mouth almost immediately, suppressing any signs of her freaking out.

“are you asking me out?”

“only if you say yes.”

you hear a giggle before you hear a “yes.”

“really?”

“mhm.” hanni smiles again, thinking of something that’ll leave you just as flustered. “okay, well… i’ll see your tomorrow. bye, love you.”

“love you too hanni.”

—

minji’s usually the one who picks up orders if it’s not delivery, and hanni is almost always taking the orders. so when hanni enters the shop for the first time, she’s quite fond of the smell of ingredients being stir fried or steamed, as well as the interior of the place. it’s very nice inside, hopefully the nice person she’s been meaning to see shows up soon.

there’s a girl by the counter, she’s only slightly taller than hanni, and her eyes are oddly cat-like. she looks up at her with those eyes, then shoots a small smile.

“hi, how can i help?” this is who the monotone voice belongs to. her image somehow matches perfectly with the voice.

“hi, i’m hanni.” as soon as she introduces herself, the workers eyes widen.

“woah, you’re real.”

“surprising, i know.”

“y/n is changing in the back—she was eager to get off fives minutes early so she wouldn’t be in uniform when you showed up.” haerin explains, shaking her head. “it’s nice to meet you, you’re very pretty.”

“thank you! i appreciate it. you’re pretty as well.”

haerin doesn’t get to respond. the person who does respond is the girl walking up to the register, scooting haerin to the side with her knuckles and tapping at the screen. the girl isn’t in uniform, and she’s also really good looking. 

you run a hand through your hair as you clock out through the system. “hey, did hanni ever stop by?” you ask haerin, not looking up from the screen because you’ve typed your code in wrong. 

“look up idiot.” your coworker snickers, and when you do, you’re met with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.

you notice her right away, hair flowing down past her chest, curtain bangs perfectly framing her face. her plump lips and striking features make you pause. sure, you expected her to be pretty—maybe even conventionally attractive, everyone is in their own way—but seeing her in person? she’s beyond that, practically model material. my god. your lips part slightly in surprise, and you catch yourself, quickly swallowing as you both smile at each other at the same time.

you clock out—thankfully not typing in the wrong code again from nervousness—and step out from behind the counter. a small tote bag hangs from your shoulder, and a plastic bag dangles in your hand. you glance down at it.

“twelve dumplings—steamed, pork, everything you like—for the pair.”

hanni’s smile lights up her face, and you can't help but think about how adorable she looks, how effortlessly charming she is.

“why thank you,” she says, her voice soft and playful. it sounds better in person than through the phone.

“you’re gorgeous, by the way,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, still marveling at her. “like, i expected you to be pretty, but… wow.” you can tell haerin is fake gagging or rolling her eyes or something like that from behind, she’s probably already on her way to avoid witnessing this interaction.

hanni blushes instantly, the red creeping up her cheeks. if she were at home, she’d probably be giggling and kicking her feet, but for now, she just looks away shyly, smiling. “thanks, you’re really cute too.”

“you think?”

“yes.” she meets your eyes, still flushed. “can we eat? i’m hungry.”

“right, yeah. i hope it’s not too forward, but is the park nearby good? we can settle down and, um… talk more. you know, more than just about your usual order.”

hanni laughs—you might die right then and there—before responding, “that’s perfect,” and then she nods, looking at you. her eyes are soft and warm and wonderful.

“great,” you echo.

“great,” she repeats, a small laugh escaping her.

you both walk side by side, still a little stiff at first, the mutual attraction between you creating an unspoken tension. but as you settle into the rhythm of conversation, the initial awkwardness fades away, replaced by the easy flow of natural chemistry. each step feels lighter, the distance between you shrinking with every passing word.

—

—

—

hanni hears a knock at her door, confused because she hadn’t expected any guests other than minji and danielle—who are already in her living room leeching off her netflix account. 

she opens it to see you, which immediately brings a smile to her face. she almost leaps over to hug you, nearly making you drop the large bag in your hand.

“someone missed me.”

“shut up.” hanni says before pecking your lips. she looks at you, your dorky, adorable face, and then presses another longer kiss. “come in babe. i didn’t expect you to be here.”

“i got off early because i had to cover. i wanted to surprise you, and i know you had company over.”

“oh yeah,” hanni had almost forgotten that her best friends had been there.

she leads you over, helping you take off your tote and setting it on her counter. her friends catch the two of you from their peripheral and wave, then their eyes light up at the sight of the familiar bag in your hand. you set it down, placing a the container of fried rice, lo mein, and dumpling down as they treat you like a savior.

“thank you so much, i owe you my first born.” danielle says, giving you a playful pout.

minji snickers, scooting up to the coffee table. “you’re the best thing that’s happened to us—to hanni.”

you look over to your girlfriend, that’s right, she’s your girlfriend. hanni is rolling her eyes at you, pushing your shoulder, and then pulling you in by the wrist to sit next to her. she’s not one for pda—especially in front of danielle and minji—but under the table her fingers graze your skin, which makes you smile.

you grab a secret container from behind your back, handing it to hanni. when she opens it, she opens her mouth, shocked and grateful for the six steamed pork dumplings that you brought just for her.

[thatcheeseycandle]

//SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 31 OF IN PURSUIT OF SELF

DING DING DING IVE REBLOGGED THE CHAPTER ITS TIME FOR THE REACTION TO IPOS CHP 31 WOOOOOOOOO

AGHGHSHDHFBFHSB THE TITLE CARD, AS ALWAYS, GOT ME HYPEDDDD AUDISJHA HD JSHANCBANDNDN

Wiat HWTA WHAT WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED?????

Ay AYYYYYY GREEN ARROW HERE AS EMPTIPNAL SUPPORT BEHAKAHDHD

AweewjahddvAJWSHAHDBDB FOUND FAMILY MOMENT NUMBER ONE

Oh no OH GOSH TORNADO- BEHAHAHAHHAHDJAHDHAHAH NGL WHEN I FIRST HEARD OF IT TOO I HAD THE SAME FEELING HEHAHAHDBNA

Okay boiler sludge is a fair name for it actually HEHAJHDNNNFNF

Oh OH TRUST ME TORNADO THEY REALLY ARE-

Arrow ARROW JUSKO- THE CATS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN THEY REALLY ARE-

Ay AY AN ARGUEMENT???? OKAY IM KINDA RECALLING ON WHAT IT COULD BE- WAIT PARDON????? OKAY THATS GOOD ARROWS TRYNA YKNOW BE GOOD

helahdDGHELAUSGD I NEEDED A FEW SECONDS TO PROCESS WHAT SHE JUST SAID IM SORRY BEHAHABDHD

I JUST GOT A QUICK FLASHBACK TO WHAT TAW VALLEY SAID ABOUT EVERYONE FLIRTING WITH SCOT WHEN I REAF THAT AND I DIDNT THINK IT WOULD BE TRUE NGL

Oh to be not famous and oh to just live peacefully- (insert very loud opera music)

Yes YES FIESTY TORNADO BEHAHF

AHEHAHDBD YES TORNADO ONE OF THE TRUEST WORDS YOUVE EVER SAID THEY ARE A CUTE COUPLE

Im sorry TAW VALLEY SAID WHAT NOW???? OHHHH BOYYY IM ALL EARS I REALLY AM IM ALL EARS ALL EYES AND EARS

Ohhh OHHHSHSHDHDKDBD TORNADO YKNOW ITS TIME SHE LEARNT ABOUT THE LOVE TRIANGLE THOSE TWO HAD BEHAJAHHDHS

Im very VERY EXCUTED THIS BIT NOW GOT ME EXCITED FOR THE NEW BLOG HEKAHFKD OOOHH THE TENSION

Ay AY AY WHAT WHATAFAQ TRURO???

Wait WINSTON KNEW?? HE KNEW ABOUT NORTH WHATAGBSADAKAKA HOW WHEN HUH

Oi OI WAIT AYYYY GOLD AND DP1 LETS GOAOAYDJFB THEYRE HERE

Yeah YEAHH THE COOL KIDS BEJAJDH

Ph wait.. OHW AHATA WAIT WIAY IS TRURO GONNA TURN HUMAN??? IS HE???

Wait WINSTON ITS STARTING TO STACK IP HES GONNA TRUROS GONNA DO IT

Truro TRURO YOU LITTLE YOU DO LOOK GOOD FOR GODS SAKE

Oh OH? WELL.. YEAH I MEAN NGL TRURO HAS A POINT NOW CONSIDERING THAT- BUT STILL HES RIGHT YEAHHH

Yeah YEHJAFJJAHAHSBC

Lady WHATSG OH EHS GONNA GO HES GONNA TODAYS THE DAY HES GONNA DO IT

WOAH WOAGDHQOWAOAGD AYAYAYAY AY AY AY

Oh Gold COME ON- THEYRE MORE THAN RELIABLE THEYRE COOL AND LOTS MORE WORDS I DONT REMEMBER BUT I KNOW FIT THEM

Ayy AYYY YEAHHAHAGD

Wait WIAT KING EDWARD II KING WDMEJSH YEAH SHAKR HER OFF DO IT DO ITYOU CAN DO IT YOU CNA DODO TUTJTKTTTT

King ed wjandd KING ENEEWARDD AHSHGKGJJA NAOOOOOO

Wait wait WAIR SIRNGEL??! 1??1?11!5????? WHATDTH

God HE HAS TO REST SOMEONE GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK-

As soon as I read King George's dialogue I STOOD UP FORM MY BEAD WYAYYEHAHAHSHDHHAHAHAHAHA FINALALAAAYSYYYYYY SHES DEAD SHES GONE SHES GONNA DIE FINALALALDTHAJ 1ST HNWNSNDBD

Ohhh OIHHOHOHOJJ GETETEVHER TSTNANEIRJT YEAHHH LET SGOGOOOOO SHES FINALLYYYYYYY SHES FINALLY DONE FOR LETS GOGOOOOO

Guess shes GOING BACK TO HISTORY CLASS HEJAHFMEKDNFB SHES FINALLY GONNA BR DONE FOR FIMALFYAHBD AFTER SO LONG SHES FINALLYYYY DONE

YOU LTIYKTLEE YOU LITTLESHE IS NOT THAT IF SHE WERENT THERE THE PLACE WOULD PROBABLY BE A MESS

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OHGOHIHOGODOGOHOHON CAINE WAS HER SON????????? NOW PEOPLE THAT IS HOW YOU CONNECG PEOPLE TOGETGER IN WRITING OHGMSUODJSHFBFB I DIDNT WHAT OKAY I DIDNT EXPECT THUS GOGYSMFUUSUFKCJV

ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE????????? GWARATAHSGAGSRA

YOU LTITKLEE MS PARSOSN WHWY WODYSLS DYOSUDBDOTVRHAISI WHY OWUDLD YOU DO THIS TO US WHY WHAYHSHAAAAAAAA

SHE DIDNT HAVE TO DO IT

I had to pause form typing CAUSE MU GODOSHDB I COUDLTJNS LOSE KING EDWARD II ISTG ATLEAST KING GEORGE

MY HEART IS NOT OKAY.

Oughfjfhgv OUGUFJSHF GOD THIS BIT HURT ME THE MOST AGAGSHAHAGGAHAHAA

Oh OH TRURO IS THERE TRUROS THERE YUP WERE ONTO TRURO'S POV NOW

Somebody IMSOEEBOSDY COVER HIS EYES HE CANT SEE HIS FIANCE LIKE THSI HE CANT NOT NOW AAAAAAA

Mallard MALLARD YOU LITTLE AAAAAAVSHRJWHAGDHF NO YOU DO NOT CALL TRURO THAT MY GOSH

I needed a moment of silence to process what just happened.. WHATA WHAT. IM VERY CONCERNED FOR TRURO AND GADWALL- BUT HEY ATLEAST GADWALL CAN TALK NA CAUSE YKNOW ITS GONNA COME IN HANDY

Oh OHHHH WE GOING TO PENDENNIS HERE WE GO

I almost REHFELL GOFF MY BREBD IS THAT HIS TRUE NAME?????? NO WAY HE JUST USED HIS TRUE NAME OGHAMFUSYAJDB

"But it is hard to convince myself of my worth." HERE COMES THE TEARS THEYRE FLOWING

Im aorry CLUNC ASYLE DID WHTACA NOW? SHE HAS THE NERVE TO SAY THAT CAUSE ITS RICH THAT A FACT SHE'S TECNICALLY TOGETHER WITH UNION

BEHEJABDBSHS POOR PENDENNIS HES JUST CONFUSED ON HOW TRURO DID THAT HEHAHAHDBHWBDHDNDMSA

AQERJAUEYEHDB AWESHSB ITS OLD ART OF TRURO AND SCOT AT THE ENSNWHAJDHSNFB

And hey I FINISHED IT BEFORE DINNER HRJAHDNDHF WELL DONT I FEEL FULL ENOUGH TO NOT EAT EHAJDBD (full of tears HEKSFBS)

WOOO OKAY THAT WAS ANOTHER EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER EXCEPT THE MAIN EMOTION WAS SHOCK SO YEAH ANOTHER WELL-DELIVERED PLOT THAT HAD EACH BIT OF IT SMOOTHLY YET SHARPLY DELIVERED

Conclusion: A VERY WELL WRITTEN FANFIC BY REDWYVERNWRITES

(Im very VERY hyped for next chapter BEJAHDJDGC)

[salstray]

OKAY i wasn’t going to share thsi but you can thank Cap up above there for putting some pressure on me and getting me to share this.

I don’t have a lot for Kitten, but she’s a 141 OC/self insert cause I’m cringe but I’m free~

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    “Ghost… Soap… this is Kitten,” I wheezed, one hand pressed to my radio, the other trying to keep the blood from leaking out of my multiple stab wounds. “I’m hit… third floor of the school building… got stabbed…” 

    I took a shaking breath, my head falling back against the window behind me. Most of it was shattered, thanks to the elbow I’d accidentally put through it when my attacker had lunged at me. He was dead now. Laying across the room, a shiney new hole spilling his own warm blood onto the dusty tiles. 

    He’d gotten me fucking good though. Three quick plunges of the blade before I’d managed to lift my leg and kick him in the chest. Just far enough to shoot him, then slump against the wall, weakly calling for the others… who had yet to respond.

    “This is Kitten, does anyone copy?” I asked, trying my best not to cringe at my stupid fucking call sign. It had haunted me since basic training. Tiny yet feisty, they’d all said, giggling at my burning rage when it had been revealed to me. 

    Bastards.

    “Guys?” I called, both my hands starting to shake at the answering silence. “Guys… c’mon… jokes over, I need some help over here…” 

    Nothing.

    Fuck, had they finally snapped? I knew I was annoying, but I’d figured it was part of my charm! The teasing, the jokes, the little jabs. Sure, I’d hide their hats and stuff sometimes, but I’d always get a playful roll of the eyes and a chuckle afterwards. At least from most of them… maybe I did lay it on a little thick with Soap and Ghost, though…

    That shouldn’t be enough to just… leave me for dead though, right? 

    I tried again, the action of pressing down the button to broadcast my voice noticeably harder. My other hand pushed against my gut. The blood was turning cold against my fingers. 

    “Promise I’ll… stop… hiding your stuff… if you… don’t let me… die…,” I muttered. God, when did breathing get so difficult? Was my radio dead or something? The knife hadn’t gotten anywhere near the wires that connected everything together, so why the fuck weren’t they answering? “...please?” I added pathetically. 

    Were they dead? Fuck, I hoped not. I may act like a fucking gremlin, but that was just my way of showing I cared. Did they just not see that? 

    Were they really… gonna just leave me? 

    I let my hand drop from the button. My head leaned back against the window and I tilted it as far as I could, staring up through the broken glass to see that it perfectly framed the full moon. The face of it looked down at me impassively, her eyes cold and distant, her cheeks framed by a nest of stars.

    “...you just… gonna leave me… too?” I mumbled, huffing out a pained laugh as I blinked sluggishly. “...guess… that’s it then… end of the… of the line, huh?” My eyes fluttered shut and it took every ounce of effort I could muster to open them again. The hand that was pushing against my belly fell limply into my lap as the warmth slid from my body. A new stain on the floor. Another skeleton in the closet…

    “...oh well…” 

    My eyes closed again. I let out a deep breath.

    When they opened, things were bright. Aggressively so.

    Feeling slowly slipped back into my limbs and I realized I was no longer on that dingy floor in that crumbling building. I was on my back. In a hospital bed. Hooked into fuck knows how many machines. 

    Loud ass lights buzzed above me, glaring down at me harshly. I blinked a few times, groaning as the pain hit me again. 

    Right, I was stabbed and left for dead… hope those other fuckers are okay, even though they didn’t fucking answer me.

    It started as anger, but the feeling very quickly faded into something worse. Something colder and deeper. I sighed heavily, rolling my head to the side, finding windows to my right where there was a door to my left. 

    The moon was low on the horizon and I could tell I was a few floors up by the way it sat above the trees and was somehow still eye level with me. It wasn’t full anymore. Now it was only half facing the earth, meaning I’d been out for a few days, at the very least. With another sigh and some sluggish fumbling, I found the button to call in the nurse and the chaos began. 

    More days passed. I was asked a shit ton of questions. Given some meds. Put through some tests. It was after I’d tried to walk for the first time that I got my first visitor. God ol’ Field Dad Himself.

    “Captain,” I said softly, turning to look at him as he stepped through the door. He was dressed for a formal dinner, tactical vest, bucket hat, and dusty boots as usual. And he smiled at me as he slipped inside and shut the door behind him. 

    “Rose.” Silently I thanked both God and Jesus that he didn’t use my field name. “How’re you feeling?” 

    “Like a retired pin cushion.” He allowed me a pity chuckle. I was grateful for it. None of the nurses seemed to like my jokes and the doctor was all business. 

    “Not surprised. Ghost said he found you in quite the state.” 

    I was quiet for a moment. 

    “Ghost found me?” 

    Price grunted. “Your radio was busted. He and Soap could hear you, but said you couldn’t hear them.” All his humor evaporated. “You thought they were going to leave you.” 

    Fuck.

    Immediately, I opened my mouth to speak. To say… something. To either defend myself, correct him, defend the guys-

    …but I had nothing. So I just pressed my lips together and looked away, trying not to make it too obvious that I was blinking back tears. If Price caught on, he didn’t comment about it. 

    “Why?”

    I glanced over to him, brow furrowing.

    “Why what?”

    “Why’d you think they’d leave you?” 

    “...I… I don’t know…” I looked away from him again, turning to glance out the window at the slowly setting sun. “It was just… just an old mindset… rearing its ugly head again…”

    “Should I line you up for a psych eval, then?”

    I scoffed, grinning slightly. “Fucking… maybe…” My head turned back to him and I blatantly looked him up and down. He hadn’t even bothered to shed his gear before he came to find me, meaning he was either about to ship out on a mission or he had just gotten back from one. Knowing Price, he wouldn't have waited when he found out I was awake. “The others just get back too?”

    “Yup. Made them go cool off, though.” Fuck, where they mad at me? “Wanted to talk to you myself first.” 

    “...are they mad?”

    “Hurt. Not mad… Soap is, anyway… can’t say the same for Simon.” 

    “Hell…,” I grumbled, making him smile down at me. 

    “Rest up, Rose,” he muttered, reaching forward to pat my leg. “They’ll be in soon.” 

    I had more anxiety over that than over a man coming at me with a knife.

    Sure enough, about an hour later, Soap sauntered into the room. Looking fresh, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. He didn’t say anything at first. Just came up to the foot of my bed and stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp. 

    I didn’t like it. 

    He wasn’t supposed to be the serious one.

    “Hey Soapy,” I said carefully. 

    He cracked, a smile tugging at his lips as he sighed and shook his head. 

    “Gonna blame it on the blood loss, Kitten?” He asked. I’d let him get away with the call sign for now.

    “I was actually gonna surprise you guys and just go with ‘take the blame’, but I feel that idea is more on brand.” Soap chuckled, letting his arms fall to his sides as he looked down at me. 

    “Doin’ okay, then?”

    “As okay as I can be with three extra holes… doctors won’t even let me out to have a fun friday night with them either.” He shook his head again, clearly fighting back a full on laugh as he reached up to run a hand across his mohawk… so I took a deep breath and spoke again. “Listen… I’m sorry… really, I… I don’t know why I thought…

    “Kitten.” I resisted the urge to glare at him. “Don’t worry about it. Honestly, it probably was blood loss. That and not being able to hear us… calling out and thinking you were being ignored…” All the humor was gone from our conversation. He was looking at me like he had been before, his smile nowhere to be found. “I don’t like it… but I don’t blame you.” 

    “You should,” I said flatly. He blinked. His brow furrowed. “It was a dick move to immediately jump to that conclusion. Sure, I could blame it on the stab wounds, the blood loss, but in the end, that was on me and I shouldn’t have figured you and Ghost wouldn’t do that. You’re good teammates. I should have guessed it was the radio first and you being sick of my shit second.” 

    That got a bit of a smile out of him again, but it was fleeting. Only there for a moment. And, once the moment passed, the silence after my statement was shattered by a different voice. A deeper, angrier voice.

    “Damn right, you should have.” 

    I was surprised I didn’t break my neck with the speed I used to look at him. Ghost was standing in the doorway, nothing more than a dark shadow, his face tucked safely behind his mask and a hood pulled up over his head.

    He was glaring at me, which wasn’t any sort of shock to me or Soap. 

    We shared a look and, to my horror, Soap drifted over towards the door. He put a hand on Ghost’s shoulder, patting it a few times, before he stepped out of the room and Ghost stepped in. He closed the door behind him and I laid in bed, fingers woven together on my chest, knuckles white as I stared up at him.

    He stepped closer. Up to the side of my bed where he loomed over me. 

    I just watched him. Terrified of the immediate future. 

    “You really thought we’d leave you to die, Kitten?” If it was any other day, I’d have snapped at him. Instead I stayed quiet. Apparently that was the wrong move. “Answer me.” 

    “I… a-at the time, I-” 

    “Yes or no. Nothing else.” 

    “...yes.” 

    His eyes narrowed. I didn’t like the fucking answer either, but I wasn’t about to lie to him! In that moment, when I was cold and alone, bleeding like a stuck pig, yes I thought they were just gonna leave me there. My slow, bloodless brain thought that they’d had enough and that I wasn’t important enough to come back for. Hell, I had to take twenty minutes every single fucking morning to convince myself that Price hadn’t made a mistake by bringing me onto the fucking task force!

    Not that Ghost knew any of this. Not that any of them knew that. I kept my anxieties to my fucking self. That wasn’t anyone’s problem but my own. 

   “You really think so little of us?”

    I blinked, my eyes widening. “What!? No, I-” 

    “Then why the fuck did you think we’d just ignore you?” 

    Hell’s fucking bells-

    “That wasn’t against you or Soap, it was against me.” He didn’t react. “It wasn’t that I thought you two would just leave me willy nilly! It was the fact that I figured you’d gotten so tired of me and all my bullshit that you’d finally realized that it would be better for everyone if I was just fucking dead!” 

    A few seconds of silence. 

    He shook his head. “You need a bloody psych eval,” he grumbled, suddenly turning on his heel and slamming the door as he left the room.

    “Yeah, you’re not the first to say that,” I muttered, falling back onto the thin pillow behind me. 

Do you guys have cod ocs ? Be it art or writing or whatever im so curious i wanna see some oc lore

Drop them if you feel like sharing plz 👇👇

[hprse]

What do i say to this. Help

[astrxealis]

i think it's a little funny cool thing that a lot of wolgraha fans. their wol is drg (or at least maiming)

[thepaintedlady00]

Could I get a blurb of Morpheous being with female reader and her being assaulted. Thsi happened while morpheous was talking with Jon and someone Started to flirt with her she was uninterested man got carried away and hurt her.

Morpheous: so you have chosen death 😡

Dream in this blurb:

TW: mention of unwanted attention & attempted assault (nothing too graphic but still be warned)

You'd known Dream for a long time, and while you'd spent a long time apart your feelings for one another had never waned. His capture had changed him, and while he wasn't willing to admit it you had noticed. He was more present with you, always wanting to know that you were safe and happy if he could not be with you and when he was with you it was rare you'd spend longer than a minute without him touching you in some way. You enjoyed it, enjoyed the newfound closeness, but you were still saddened at the way he still looked so pained.

It had been only a day or two ago since Dream had departed to find one Johanna Constantine in search of his sand and thus his other tools. While you'd spent some time in The Dreaming, helping Lucienne as best you could in your sleeping hours tonight you'd been dragged out by your friends to some bar. It wasn't your favorite place to be, but as you watched your friends laugh and dance and have fun you supposed it wasn't the worst that could happen.

A man, broad shouldered and fairly handsome sat in the barstool beside you and smiled. "Hey, how you doing?"

You smiled politely. "I'm good."

"You here with someone?"

"My friends are just over there," you answer.

The man nodded. "I meant more like romantically."

"Oh, well no, but my boyfriend is supposed to be coming later tonight." You'd hoped he would be back, at least, hoped he was safe.

"Boyfriend huh?" The man inquired and you knew well enough by now what his tone meant. "Why's he not here with you?"

"He had some work to do," you answered vaguely.

"A shame, if I had a woman like you I'd never leave her side."

You stood and quickly excused yourself, rejoining your friends for a few minutes before making your way to the bathrooms. It was then that the man from the bar grabbed you, telling you how cruel you were for making him wait for you and touching you in ways that made your body want to curl up into itself. Judging by the way he handled himself he mistook your politeness for coy teasing and had decided you were interested in him and no amount of shoving or harshly said no's seemed enough to convince him otherwise.

When he caught one of your hands in a bruising grip and tried to force his lips onto yours was when you clawed hard enough at his neck for force him to step away from you. And then you ran. You left the bar and went home, the sickening feeling never dwindling as you turned the hot water on and stood beneath the burning hot stream, scrubbing everywhere ferociously as you cried quietly to yourself. It could have been worse, you knew that, but that didn't take the feeling away, nor did it help console you.

This was how Dream found you. He'd come to your home in the Waking World when you'd not arrived in The Dreaming as you always did. And when he heard your quiet sobs he threw away all notions of modesty or privacy and come into the bathroom with a gentle question, "My love? Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing," you said quickly, trying to regain your composure. But no amount of composure would hide the bruises on your arm and they were the first thing Dream noticed when he peaked his head through the curtains to check on you.

He entered the shower, standing beneath the hot water with no care as it drenched through his clothes. With slow but focused movements he lifted your arm, examining the bruising closely. "What happened?"

This time you couldn't hold back the swell of shame and rage and disgust that had filled you. "I told him to stop... I... I said I wasn't interested..."

Dream pulled you into his comforting and safe embrace when your sobs had consumed all words. He held you in the shower, drenched down to his boots for what felt like hours before turning off the water and wrapping you in a soft towel. He took you to The Dreaming, placing you gently on his bed and settling in beside you, sprinkling a light dusting of sand over your head and letting the handcrafted beautiful dreams fill your mind.

He would have happily laid beside you forever, but he had work to do now. It wasn't difficult to find the man, not when his dreams were filled with images of you. And when he entered his dreams the King of Nightmares brought his darkest and most terrifying subjects. The mans dreams quickly darkened and he stood before him, looking down at the cowering human, the pitiful excuse for a man... one that had dared to lay his hands on what was not his. And after breaking every bone in both his hands and nearly severing his jaw completely he offered this man a gift. The same one he'd offered to Alex Burgess he gifted this man with a cold and dark eternity at the whims of his nightmares.

[tsukacchako]

LMAOOO SORRY THSI REBLOG TOOK SO LONG IT ALSO TOOK ME A WHILE TO WRITE THE RESPONSES

KJLDKSF “glad that wasn’t me” mentality is silly, if ankoku ever found out thats how he was viewed hed be like “yeah.” T-T i can imagine florence walking past ankoku and like giving a respectful nod and then once hes away enough like grimacing (in like an “ew thats gross” way not a “thats tragic” way) and being like “yikes .. thank anakt that’s not me …” cindys observant but i don’t think shes observant enough to pick out his lies, she might even like ignore them and try to see the best in him

cindy would understand that castile doesnt wanna be friends with her but that DEFINITELY wouldnt stop her from acting like they are T-T “hey castile! how are you?” “hey castile! how was class?” and she def made her a flower crown or two. i think that because of this, shed definitely accidentally stumble upon her having a panic attack and obviously shed help despite castile probably shoving her away. even if cindy doesnt like coffee (i havent thought about her drink preferences lmaooo) i think shed still be thankful for it and for the message and care behind it. after his death though, shed interact with her less and less

AWWW an and ankoku :[ an showing ankoku kindness would definitely be so confusing for him “are you ok?” “huh?” “are you ok?” “i .. um … uh …” poor boy wouldnt know what to do T-T however, i dont know if an would know this, but an caring and checking in definitely helps him learn about and understand himself and his own emotions. if she ends up dying in ALNST, ankoku would feel heartbreak :[ and her seeing trix in him … sobbing …. cindy would be devastated that an wouldnt be her friend anymore, it would absolutely ruin her even more since (im assuming since u said in the next paragraph that trix clung to an) it happens after brandons death and shed probably cut ties with an entirely, like not even say hi if theyre in the same room or something. this would probably make an feel like shit, but shes doing it as a coping mechanism and not really thinking (and for once, not really even caring) about her feelings

awww trix :[ ankoku would get into a lot of trouble for not helping trix, and it would give keeron mixed feelings. ankoku would definitely see the lashing out as something he did wrong, so it wouldnt really affect him that much since hes used to it. trix and brandon :[[[ trix and cindy :[[[ cindy would definitely cling to trix, but overtime would slowly push her away, isolating herself as a coping mechanism and as her feelings of despair and treatment in anakt gets worse and worse. even though shed become completely numb before escaping anakt, shed definitely feel guilty leaving trix behind. one of the reasons why it took her so long to escape after brandons death was because of trix, but eventually she just couldnt take the treatment and hopelessness anymore and had to escape. shed leave her a note, and it wouldve been the first time shed seen cindy show emotion in a few years

sorry to come into ur inbox at like 10am (at least its 10am here) but u sent me asks yesterday so ill send u some back!! teehee ^_^

what are your other ocs thoughts on cindy and ankoku? for florence and an, how do you think they'd feel about seeing someone (ankoku) who was treated the complete opposite as them in every way possible?

do you think castile and cindy would be friends? if so, how would castile feel about cindy being able to successfully escape and not her?

how would they react to brandons death? how would they treat cindy afterwards?

YIPPEE YAY im so excited giggles giggles giggles!! and dont worry im literally almost awake all the time i will ramble about these guys any chance that i get. and i'll put each oc in paragraphs LMAO. ITS SO LONG SO UNDER THE CUT

florence ; i think that florence is very. confident in himself and his facade so he probably wouldn't see much of ankoku. he's probably heard about and caught glimpses of him though, and can't help but feel a bit bad. i don't think he'd be the most sympathetic though? he's kind of got the mentality of "glad that wasn't me!" so yeah. and he definitely tries to maintain a good reputation and stay popular, so i think that he'd at least try to be friends with cindy! if she catches onto his lies though.. that's on him. he doesn't really react much internally to brandon's death, yet another case of him just. not really giving a shit about others? he does know that he has to act more sympathetic about the death though, so he'll be one of the first people to send his condolences to cindy.

caliste ; i think that caliste miiight be a bit too into her superiority that she wouldn't really consider being friends with someone who isn't on the same level as her. HOWEVER i can see this changing if cindy ever finds her in the middle of one of her many panic attacks. she'd act like she'd hate it, but i assume cindy would be kind to her during the exchange, so she'd be a bit nicer in turn. she's also like florence about brandon's death, in the sense that she doesn't really care all that much. if she is in a stage of being nicer to cindy though, she'll make her a cup of coffee (even if cindy doesn't like it lol). i think that she would feel kind of .. numb when she hears about cindy's escape though. she used to try it all the time, and the fact that somebody she considered not as good as her was able to do it? well, she'd kinda send herself into a spiral for weeks. but obviously nobody will know about it!

an ; i definitely think that at the start of her career, she'd probably get anxious before performances, so she would see ankoku a few times! she would immediately feel sympathetic upon seeing him, and she constantly asks if he needs anything to feel better. she basically ends up switching the roles lol. she is very sympathetic, and if she ever sees him in passing, she'll always offer him a quick snack. she sees a lot of trix in ankoku, which... yikes, is all i have to say. i feel like she would also be friends with cindy and brandon with trix! she's absolutely heartbroken about brandon's death, and she makes sure to see cindy to give her condolences and offer a shoulder to cry on.. she'd probably stop being friends with cindy after trix and her break up, and that's only because she wants trix to have friends and knows that she wouldn't be friends with cindy if an stuck around so. yeah!

trix ; in the case where trix stays in alien stage, she would DEFINITELY be seeing a lot of ankoku. she's angry and pissed that she has to participate, and her collar always stays between yellow and red all the time anyway. she'd probably hate having to be "watched" though, so she would lash out at him even if it's not his fault. she felt so so so numb after brandon's death. she didn't know what to do with herself. she clung to an a lot in this time, silently seeking comfort that the other just wasn't able to provide. she also clung to cindy, but once she ended up escaping, that was when she really started to isolate herself.

[miksaslut]

Corruption kink with Miroslava please?

to be ruined — by miksaslut

type of work: smut + fanfic

character: miroslava honebami

CW // smut, corruption kink, praise + degradation kink, slight begging kink, slight slapping, slight dumification

a/n: BRO THSI WAS SO FUN TO WRITE

“miro- it’s d-deep” miroslava laughed tauntingly. she barely had two of her thick fingers in you. she was on top of you, her panties still on with her tits in your face. “you take it so well,” she said, words like honey, “i wish i could see you like this all the time” you pursed your lips and nodded in agreement. she cocked her eyebrow in amusement. “you want that? you want me to keep you on my fingers, all pretty for me, whenever i want?” you nodded again, this time more desperate. it was true, you wanted her to fuck you however she wanted. you wanted her to use you. “h-harder” you whispered. your plea made miroslava chuckle meanly “i cant hear you y/n” you looked away from her eyes. you bucked your hips, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. “if you want to get fucked like a whore,” her pace slowed down and her fingers slid out of you slowly until only the tips were still inside, “you better act like it” her eyes caught yours and she held eye contact until you finally broke. “please fuck me harder, i love it miro please”

miroslava cracked a smile in approval. she loved to see you break like this. she wanted to ruin you. “that’s it y/n” she whispered, “who owns this pussy?” you whimpered and gasped and choked on your words, trying to focus on miroslava’s question. the way she curled her fingers, thumb rubbing your clit, her perfect tits bouncing up and down…. she slapped your thigh and your eyes fluttered, drawn back to concentration. “y-you own my pussy miro”

“thats right” she always kept her even tone throughout her words. “you’re so obedient for me, arent you?” it was true. you would do anything for her honestly. you would let her do anything to you.

she curled her fingers at a delicious angle, whispering sweet degrading words disguised as praise.

“you’re such a good slut love”

“you’re so cute, drooling all over me like a little whore”

“look at you, messy bitch, you’re creaming all on my fingers. must feel really good, huh?”

at this point, you could hardly think. strings of broken moans fell delicately from your mouth. all you could say was miroslava’s name.

“m-miro- g-gonna cum” you babbled mindlessly, barely managing those few words. miroslava doesn’t say anything, she just thrusted harder and deeper. you tried to cross your legs but she wouldn’t let you, holding your legs open with one hand. you started shaking and your chest heaved, your much anticipated orgasm finally coming.

“say my name when you cum” miroslava demanded. you gushed around her fingers, gasping her name as you clenched hard. you felt your cum dripped down while miro slid her fingers out of you. she carefully watched you twitch, your lip tucked between your teeth. your shirt was still pulled over your tits and your hand still gripped the bedsheets. your own cum was smeared messily on your thighs.

she loved to ruin you like this.

[anotherincorrectevillious]

Germaine: we should abandon the current Lucifenian system and replace it with the ranking system in warrior cats don’t @ me

Chartette: just saying that Sweestar is way cooler than Lucifenstar

Chartette: Also what the hell are kits then?

Germaine: Babies, duh.

Abyss: Are you telling me kids are going to be apprentices for like twelve fuckin years,,,, thats 24 times as long,,,,

Germaine: yes. 12 years: 1st grade to 12th grade, western school system. ive thought this through

Kyle: And what the h*ck is the medicine cat

Germaine: you guys are really not thinking this through huh it’s a fucking doctor you degenerate

Gumillia: wait. what are cats then

Germaine: …theyre still cats what the fuck are you on

Clarith: do we actually hunt for food or do we go grocery shopping and call it hunting

Germaine: i said the ranking system guys not their lifestyle im going to lose it

Riliane: The fuck is a warrior cat

Germaine: someone’s going to die today and it sure as fuck is not going to be me

Keel: Would the different cities become the clans or would it just be randomly assigned

Germaine: it’s the ranking system. the leader is the LEADER. it’s one clan. we’re one clan can’t you fucking read i’m this close to bursting into tears

Gast: ok but what about other countries? would there be Marlonclan and Elphegortclan and stuff?

Germaine: it does say Lucifenian system on the original post. you saw that, right? you read the post? Lucifenia? just Lucifenia?

Allen: wait does that mean the queen/king rules until someone else comes along and wrecks their shit?

Germaine: i mean, yeah. until that motherfucker dies she’s leader, that’s how wc works. kill your leader, start a riot & shut the fuck up im so stressed

Mikina: I, for one, do not think Riliane should get 9 lives

Germaine: Neither should Tigerstar but guess what

Ayn: Isn’t this just a monarchy? Or a dictatorship?

Germaine: it’s the warrior cats ranking style that’s what it is

Germaine: “#Hey what are deputies then?” Hey Michaela trying to hide this stupid question in the tags. what do you think a royal advisor is?

Ney: what are two legs considered

Germaine: youre just like the guy who asked what cats would be. twolegs are people we just wouldn’t use that term??? im

Asan: probably a dumb question but what about rogues and loners

Germaine: rogues arent even a part of the clan ranking system i do not think i can handle this thread much longer

Sarah: what about other high ranking royal court members? are they just warriors? or would they not exist??

Germaine: thEYRE WARRIORS. THEY DONT EXIST I CANNOT DO THSI ANYMORE

Elluka: why the fuck is Leonhart's kid tweeting abt warrior cats

Germaine: tweeting? i’m tweeting? tweeting? this is Twitter? huh? is this fucking Twitter??

[boognish-worshipper]

Remember the Rain

praying this is the final part of “Sunrise, Sunset” by the time i’m done omg ,, lamar finally talks it out with frank. i was tryna keep the titles consistent with a sky theme? wasn’t sure what to name this one at first, but i settled on naming it after a i song that i felt was sorta fitting lol ,, also lamar’s dramatic when drunk, that’s jus how it’s gonna be

oh and i included one last convo w/ that psychic lady bc each character got three opportunities to speak to her lol

//

The night Franklin and him fought was the third night in a row Lamar couldn’t sleep right. Then it became four. Then five. Six. He had hoped after the first couple days of Franklin being mad, that it’d all blow over and things would go back to normal. That he wouldn’t ever have to say anything about what he felt deep down. Even though he told himself he had to, he wouldn’t. He waited it out, and still hoped it would all just fucking blow over. That wasn’t what happened of course.

An overcast sky was spread over LS, light rain tapping against Lamar’s window. As cheesy as it was, it reflected how he felt. Another day had passed. Franklin wasn’t picking up, not even reading his texts, nothing. He called a couple times at first when the fourth day of the silent treatment occurred, then tried a few more times to contact him in the following days. It had grown into a long and sad string of texts.

franklin.

dog

plz

pick up

answer me

plz?

c’mon frank i told you i have nothin goin on with yo auntie

i wanna talk things out with you.

u ain’t let me finish explaining

text me when u read this. plz bro

He sighed. This was hopeless. He set his phone aside, still laying awake. A buzz came right after. Fucking finally, something.

fuck you

we got nothin to discuss

He didn’t know how to feel. This was fucking him up and he couldn’t think straight. He tried calling him once more, the ringing as he waited for a pick up mocking him. Voicemail yet again. How many messages had he tried leaving at this point?

for fucks sake frank pick up

u ain’t doin this to me rn

jus let me explain myself

He stared at the ceiling yet again, like it would have all the answers sprawled out for him. As he did, he focused on how the rain had picked up, coming down harder. Then he felt his phone buzz.

no

now stop blowing my phone up

i’m tryna sleep

Lamar was never one to be sensitive, but he felt so crushed right now that all he could do was cry silently to himself. He didn’t even have Chop around anymore to comfort him like he normally would whenever Lamar was going through something. Would he even see him again? He lived over at Frank’s now. Fuck. Did this mean they’d have to share custody now? If he wasn’t so upset, he most likely would’ve laughed at the idea of it. He was letting bad thoughts consume him, turning to a last minute resort of drinking to try stopping it. This kind of thing rarely happened to him, these kind of feelings weren’t common. He knew no other method of trying to stuff bad feelings down, working through a 6 pack of beer on his own, followed by a bottle of some type of random liquor. Anything to stifle the pain in his chest, although it didn’t accomplish much other than making him feel even more queasy. He left one last voicemail, choking back a sob. Or what he had thought would be the last one. He lost count.

“Franklin. Please jus’ talk to me already man. You- you believin’ what you wanna believe right now, you ain’t even givin’ me a chance. You my best fuckin’ friend, don’t that mean shit to you anymore? We.. homies n shit.” He sniffled, cringing to himself when he said the words “best friend”. Franklin was so much more than that to him.

“Ion… Ion think I can live without you in my life. You can’t hate me man that shit.. that’s fucked. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”

A strong feeling of humiliation hung around him for many reasons, one being that he was fully crying now, over the phone. He couldn’t get any lower.

“You jus’ mad right now. But you.. you won’t be, eventually. Right? Please get back to me soon. Please. I’d rather fuckin’.. die or sum’ than have you hatin’ me n shit. At this point I might as well.”

After hanging up, he decided to visit that site one last time. His tears blurred his vision, making it harder to type. The shit in his system didn’t help either.

lady

i fuckef up

thsi is yo faukt

What now? Why are you back?

frankljn hates me

He does? That’s not right.

damn straighy it fuckign isnt

No, I mean that’s not correct.

There’s no way that he could, even if it seems like it right now.

jus fuckin tell me whst to do

That’s out of my hands.

is not u fuckin wirch

*withc

*witch

Look, I really don’t know how else to help you. I don’t have any other visions to offer. You’re on your own.

They do say though, that dreams are visions themselves.

dont fukcin speak in riddles rn

Precognition, Lamar. Just have faith

prewhatnow

n yeah. faith. bc that helps so fuckn much

All I can say to you is good luck - it’s all coming together. Just wait.

th fuck does that mean?

It means that you’re stressing too much - you better sleep it off. Farewell Lamar. You’re gonna have a killer hangover you know…

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The notification did nothing but make him more upset. He calmed down eventually, the crying and alcohol tiring him out. He blacked out soon after, not remembering when he fell asleep.

For the first time in a while, he dreamt about the two of them. The start of the dream showed a radiant sight before them, the sky lit up in a million shades. Chop was laying beside Franklin, head on his thigh. All three of them sat on a grassy knoll, a soft breeze blowing through each blade. Franklin turned, Lamar not taking his eyes off him since the dream started. He only noticed the sky’s wide color palette because the intensity struck Franklin’s face just right. He looked right into Lamar’s eyes, speaking softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“You had so many opportunities. So many times, I thought that you would. I got my hopes up, you know. I waited. When Tanisha left.. I only had you.”

“Tanisha..”

“I still love her. I.. I think apart of me always will, but I love you just the same. Even if you drive me up a Goddamn wall sometimes. You both mean the world to me.”

Franklin looked back at the view ahead. A heavenly indigo replaced the vivid hues from before.

“But she’s gone now. Shit ain’t the same. All I know is you stayed when she didn’t. Even when she got pulled outta the hood and made some kinda new life for herself, you never left my side. Never changed yo loyalties.”

He turned back to face Lamar again. His eyes were glassy, the glow of the midnight sky reflecting in them.

“So why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?”

“Franklin.. I ain’t deduce that shit ‘til now.“

“You really didn’t know?”

Even in the dream he could feel that previous frustration occur in his mind. Was he hiding in a glass closet or something? He could only let out a wry laugh.

“Yeah man. I was a fuckin’ fool, jus’ like you always said.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled, and Lamar came to the conclusion that he could listen to that laugh forever. Franklin’s face then fell solemn.

“Y’know I really thought that.. I really thought that you jus’ got with someone else. Not even jus’ my Aunt. I saw how you wanted to get away from me, and I thought…” He stopped himself, petting Chop’s head.

“I.. wanted to be happy if you was, but the thought of that at all bothered me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you were all I had, dog. Mike n Trevor, they have their own lives, their own history n shit. I can’t always rely on them. Denise don’t give a fuck what happen to me. You my lifeline dog, I’ve known you for years. I didn’t want you to forget me over a chick or sum’. That day you acted all different n shit, it worried me.”

“Hey man, y’know I ain’t ever gon pull that shit on you. I’m with you for life.”

“Then don’t pull other kinda stupid shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You can’t ever die on me bro. That ain’t how this shit works.”

“Ay man, I don’t plan on dying jus’ yet. Not unless yo ass by my side. Not ‘til I tell you I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Franklin got closer to his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes shone as the stars around them fell from the sky, akin to raindrops, hitting them. Everything about him was flooding Lamar’s senses, and it felt surreal, between his aroma and all the other things he loved about Franklin. Golden flecks covered them both, and the stars continued to crash down. The sky was growing darker than before.

“Just say the words Lamar. Say them and this shit’ll be over.”

“How?”

“Well first you need to wake yo ass up.”

“Huh?”

“I said wake up, fool!”

Lamar’s blissful dream had been interrupted by an unknown figure shaking him, literal raindrops hitting his face. He was still bleary eyed, only seeing a vague silhouette in front of him. A wet slap to the face rattled his brain around, the hangover settling in. Shit, was he still drunk? What time was it?

“Lamar! Get up!”

“Oh.. Th’fuck? Who- who that is?” He grunted out.

“It’s me you fuckin’ clown!”

“Frank?”

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why are you-”

He was abruptly yanked out of bed, thudding to the floor with a small “oof”.

“Get up you punk bitch!”

“Franklin what the fuck-”

He was grabbed again, tossed back onto his bed. Franklin straddled him, shaking Lamar by the collar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said, Lamar getting another slap to the face.

“What in the fresh fuck is you talkin’-” Another slap.

“15 fuckin’ missed phone calls! 15! Are you fuckin’ nuts?!”

Lamar’s eyes practically popped out of his head. 15? What the fuck did he say to him?

“I did what-”

Franklin shook him even harder by his shirt, stretching the material out. He was straining his voice now.

“You had me worried like fuckin’ crazy! I thought you was in some sorta fuckin’ trouble again! You blew my phone up when I told yo ass not to, and then didn’t fuckin’ pick up after I heard the first couple special messages you left me!”

Oh God. This was it. He told Franklin everything, didn’t he? The color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck me..” He mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes.

“What?!” Franklin yelled, shaking him again. Lamar’s head was pounding.

“Franklin.. what.. what I say on there? I barely remember a thing, let alone callin’ yo ass.”

“You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember?!”

“Yeah. Seriously, man.”

Franklin slid off of him, putting a palm to his face. He breathed through his nose hard, trying to calm down. Lamar realized he was drenched from the small downpour outside. Pellets of rain thumped against the window as a reminder that the storm never went away.

“You.. fuck, man. You started sayin’ all this shit about how bad a fuckin’ friend you was. That you, you was hidin’ all this shit and couldn’t live another day without tellin’ me.”

Okay. Good. He didn’t tell him the truth.

“You told me you wanted to die dog. Didn’t realize yo dumbass was safe n sound asleep in yo fuckin’ bed.”

“Oh.”

“…’Oh’? Is that really all you have to say?!”

“F, I was jus’ drunk. It was dumb of me, I know, but I.. It’s nothing, okay?”

“Don’t do this shit to me man! I’ve already dealt with enough of yo fuckin’ schemes n shit-”

“Frank.”

“It’s 3 am! You had Chop barkin’ his Goddamn head off the whole night!”

“Franklin.”

“Then I race my ass over here to find yo drunkass self passed out in bed-”

“Franklin.”

“What! What?! You finally gonna put yo two cents in for once?”

“Stop yelling. My head hurts like a bitch right now.”

“Good! I’m fuckin’ glad because I know mine does as well you fuckin’ asshole!”

Lamar looked pathetically up at him. This was getting out of hand. He let it go on for too long.

“Why did you come here then?” He croaked.

“Because you were fuckin’ sobbin’ into the phone! All I heard was you cryin’ like mad fuckin’ crazy and it scared me. You don’t ever do that shit, not even when you fucked up.”

“How much I say?”

“I got the first message pretty fuckin’ clear, the rest was jus’ incoherent bullshit. I barely got through the second one before speedin’ on over. You sounded hurt n shit, I thought something happened. I thought you was a goner.”

“No weird shit though right? I ain’t say nothin’ bad?”

“What? Lamar, what the fuck are you on about? I just told you what yo ass cried out to me! I couldn’t even understand any of the other messages!”

“Okay, okay. That’s.. good I guess.”

“That’s good? Fuckin’ hell, why did I come here? You- ugh!”

“Franklin. Can you jus’ sit down before you pop a fuckin’ blood vessel? You stressin’ for nothin’.”

If anything, Lamar should be the one stressing right now. He had been so close to confessing without knowing. Franklin sat next to him, arms crossed.

“Franklin.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well good fuckin’ job, you accomplished that real well didn’t you.” He said, sarcastically applauding him.

“I thought you were cutting me off for good homie. You think I was gon’ let that happen?”

“Lamar, that still ain’t a good reason to freak me out like that in the middle of the night.”

“It’s only cuz you hadn’t been listenin’ to me bro. I’ve been wanting to tell you somethin’ so badly lately and I never.. got the chance.”

“Then do pray fuckin’ tell LD, what the fuck is so important that you had to do this shit to me at 3 AM!”

“Franklin man, c’mon-”

“No! Don’t start!”

Franklin stood, heading for the door as he spoke. He stopped in the threshold.

“Tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you, or I’m leavin’ yo sad ass here to wallow. I mean it L.”

“Don’t be like that. Please man. I want to, but I-”

“Jus’ fuckin’ tell me! Why won’t you tell me?!”

“Frank-”

“I dragged my ass all the way over here for nothin’ didn’t I? You ain’t dead, you ain’t sayin’ shit, you jus’ bein’ so- ugh! Fuck!” He threw his hands up, exiting Lamar’s bedroom.

“I’m done man, fuck this.”

“Franklin wait- don’t go-” He pleaded.

Franklin did nothing but leave him stranded again, thunder rolling far in the distance. Lamar ran after him as he walked out the door, hearing the rain heavily hit the pavement. His mind was racing far ahead of him. Franklin was leaving, he was leaving for good, and he couldn’t. He can’t. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Franklin can’t do that, he can’t-

His mind had gone so far away, that he didn’t even realize that he had tackled Franklin to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a loud splat, followed by sounds of pain.

“Lamar what the fuck?!”

“Don’t go! Fuckin’ hell, I gotta chase yo ass and for what?!”

“Get off me dog!”

“No!” Franklin was pinned beneath him. The raindrops that rolled off of Lamar hit him in the face.

It reminded Lamar of when they were younger, playing football or whatever sport they could outside even as the deluge soaked them both to the bone. The roles had been reversed, with Franklin constantly knocking him down onto the grassy sludge. They got quite an earful from Lamar’s mom as they tracked mud in the house upon returning. It was a memory amongst many that stuck with him like glue. Those memories couldn’t go away. Franklin couldn’t go away.

Tears mixed in with the rain as he yelled out to him.

“You fuckin’ idiot! Why you makin’ this shit so hard for me?! You keep leavin’ before I can even finish!”

Franklin struggled to break free from Lamar’s grip on his wrists, huffing as he looked away.

“Look at me!” Lamar shouted, grabbing his face with a free hand.

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ tell you like this, but Jesus Christ! For fucks sake you stubborn asshole-”

He was doing it. He bit the fucking bullet.

“You know how we got into that fuckin’ argument last week? When I told you that I was dealin’ with that whole love thing, I wasn’t talkin’ about yo Aunt, a hoe, nobody else! I was talkin’ about you!”

Lamar threw himself off of him, stumbling backwards. Franklin propped himself onto his elbows. He finally said it. He said it, and he was far from finished.

“But you didn’t wanna fuckin’ listen! And now I’ve fucked our friendship over for a second time! All because of you! This whole thing has been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane lately, and I couldn’t do shit about it! I tried so, so hard to avoid this, but nothin’ ever goes my way, huh?! Every time I think a plan of mine’ll work, it doesn’t! You know why?!”

Opening his arms wide, he spoke loud and clear, finishing his rant.

“Lemme remind you: I’m Lamar fuckin’ Davis! The biggest fuckin’ fool, fuckin’ clown, fuckin’ whatever you wanna call me! Lamar Davis, the most naïve bitch on the planet! Fuck me for thinking that this would ever go well!”

Now it was his turn to leave. But he didn’t go back into his house. His legs moved for him, walking in no particular direction. He just needed to get away from Franklin, not caring about how damp his clothes were now. He was shaking, and he didn’t know if it was from the rain or the range of emotions he was flying through.

He could hear a pair of sneakers squishing behind him. Franklin was running, and he was catching up fast.

“Ay Lamar! Get back here!”

Oh fuck. He was chasing after him now. That’s not good. Lamar started running himself, not caring about possibly slipping and falling on his ass. Only a few hours ago, he had told himself he couldn’t be without Franklin. Now all he wanted to do was run away.

“Lamar!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second time they hit the ground, Lamar had the wind knocked right out of him, the duo splashing right into a puddle. Hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him around.

“Lamar!”

There were only a few instances in his life where Lamar felt small. He’d always been big in character, big in height, and according to him, big in other ways. But this was one of those moments where he couldn’t help but flinch, wanting to collapse in on himself. He was so tired.

“If you gon’ beat my ass or somethin’ jus’ get it over with.” He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

When he felt nothing but raindrops touch his face, he opened his eyes slowly. His heart sank when he did. Franklin was visibly upset, guilt in his eyes.

“Lamar. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Oh. So that’s what precognition meant. Motherfucking psychic lady.

“You should’ve jus’ told me man.”

“I tried dog. You wouldn’t hear me out.”

“Cuz I.. I thought you got with someone. I didn’t wanna hear it straight from yo mouth if you was.”

He shifted up, Frank sitting in his lap.

“Y’know I always thought that.. Part of me jus’ kinda thought that it’d always be the two of us. I’m never gonna get Tanisha back.. but you..”

Franklin looked away.

“You a crazy ass loyal motherfucker man. You stuck by my side no matter what, and some dumbass part of me was convinced that you… I mean fuck, so many times I thought you would jus’ flat out say something. Somethin’ so I could stop waiting for the one other person I had known forever to just say that they fuckin’ loved me like that.”

Lamar blinked, rainwater getting into his eyes. It wasn’t quite as serene as his dream had been, nor was it verbatim, but Lamar didn’t care. There was something about the way the water droplets sat along Franklin’s face, highlighted by a streetlight behind him that made him look angelic.

“When you started actin’ all weird it jus’.. made me so fuckin’ mad man. I thought you was gon’ pick someone else over me. Jus’ like Tanisha did.”

“Franklin..”

“So why didn’t you jus’ say somethin’ sooner? I waited. Hell, I don’t even know why I did at first.”

“Franklin.”

“But now I’m realizin’ you must not have even noticed yoself what you was feelin’, when I fuckin’ did. I noticed and you didn’t and-”

Lamar grabbed him by the face, grip surprisingly strong after being in the rain.

“How many times do I gotta say yo name for you to hear me?”

The rain kept falling, never slowing for either one of them. Yet, it felt like time stopped. Lamar chuckled lightly.

“Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis. Two of the dumbest motherfuckers in LS. Homies for life.”

“Yeah. Homies for life.”

His hands never left Franklin’s face. He pressed their foreheads together, lowering his voice.

“I love you, bum ass bitch.”

“Yeah yeah. I love you too.”

He kissed the top of his head, moving his hands down to embrace him in a tight hug. When was the last time they did this? As he thought it over, he could hear Franklin’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t scare me like that again. Next time save us both the trouble n jus’ spill yo heart out. Dramatic motherfucker.”

The words had no malice in them, Lamar feeling him smile as he said it. He kissed him once more, and they just sat in the rain, feeling it bathe them in fond memories.

//plz listen to remember the rain by 21st century it’s so good 💔😭 anyway ya i decided to end it on a sorta happy note !!!!! franklin is a stubborn guy smh,, sorry for any typos lol also i rlly had no idea where i wanted to go with this so sorry if it’s weird or whatever

[silly-phantom-poet]

AU WHERE TURTLE (idk we'd have to fuck up the timeline) IS ORCA N WHIRLPOOLS CHILD

okay more fleshed out: Coral doesn't pay attention to her sons, right? that allowed Orca to sneak her own kids egg in w the rest, she then dies n crap. Turt grows up knowing he's not Corals kid bc of his older brothers, who took a vow of secrecy for Orca (aka that can't tell anyone who could tell Coral, but they can tell Turt) and then everything else happens but Turts trans bc I said so

Moon: so, your Corals son, right?

Turtle, who is Corals grandson and also transgender: yes.

Moon: huh.

Turt:???

Moon: you dont... look like Coral.

Qibli, who Knows: Uh-

Turt: IM HER DAUGHTER ACTUALLY IM TRANS UM YEAH-

Anemone: *slowly raises eyebrow*

Peril: so, you ain't Corals kid.

Turt: erm.

Tsunami: *slowly turns to stare at her* mf what

Turt: time for my girl juice!

Moon: turt. sweetheart. I am. BEGGING. call it estrogen, PLEASE.

turt: girl juice :]

Anemone: also time for my boy juice

Pike: three moons

Orca Mom AU

Orca tucked her wings in, keeping to back alleys and dark market squares in the Underwater Palace as she held the egg, a deep, beautiful green, against her chest.

She reached the reef in a flourish of bubbles, knocking on the door. Moray answered a moment later, scales flashing.

*Come inside, quick.*

Orca followed, ducking into the reef-house. She let herself relax as Moray handed her a few octopus legs.

Orca took a moment to eat, gently handing the egg to her cousin, who held it gently, peering at the faint swirls on the shell.

*What are you going to name them?* Miray flashed, curling around her unborn nephew or niece. Orca paused.

*I don't know. Something out of the ordinary, perhaps. Kelp? Turtle? Eel? I don't know yet.* Moray hummed.

*I like Turtle.*

Orca smiled, nodding at the egg.

Across the palace, dragon claws made of magic chipped away at a statue, it's enchantment humming under the stone scales. A queen, talons shaky, layed down a deep blue egg in the nursery.

*I like the name Turtle, too.*

THSI IS ALL COPIED FROM MY NOTES

would you.. like to hear....my about my WoF au? :]

yea I would very much like to hear about your WoF au!!!!

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What if s/o is a thief trying to steal Pirate! Overhaul's treasures but then s/o was caught and almost got killed but then Overhaul planed to use her as like an assistant or something?? Sorry, I can't explain much😔 I LUV UR FANFICS BY THE WAYY!!💖 It always motivates me😔✨❤

A mere thief getting on one of the most terrifying and scary ships of all sea, ruled by the tyrant and stoic captain any pirate or simple civilian ever heard of.

Captain Overhaul.

And now, as the trope had left the boat on the deck. You saw a opportunity to get your hands on their stolen treasure. The captain always carried his most gains with him, always with arrogance that whoever crossed his path on sea or eatlrth would have the same destiny. Death.

Yet you, with one braincell aparently, sneaked inside the ship and knocked out one of the man's responsible for vigilance. You smirked to yourself and a bit of pity for the blonde whose was on the wood of the ground as you snuck in inside.

You lighten up carefully one of your matches on the bottom of your boot. Widening your eyes at the amount of gold coins, rum barrels, jewel chests among ruby, jade and diamonds.... you left out a small "wow" as you wondered around.... ocasionally picking one or two things and shoving down your purse you always carried.

You stopped walking and furrowed your eyebrows when you saw a painting. Bringing the light close, you brushed your hand on the dusty painting to see an old man with two kids... the girl was taller and had similarities with the elder while the boy on the left was younger and totally different.... Golden eyes and dark brown hair on his features.

"Huh..." you muttered while hissing when you burned your finger accidentaly with the match. Grumbling and lightening up another one.

Some box with food were in there as well and you were impressed by how much everything, excluding the painting, was in great state... not even one bit of dust on the gold or other things.

"Weird..." you muttered before hearing some drunk voices and footsteps coming from outside.

Cursing you threw the match out from a window and hided yourself on one of the boxes at hearing the sounds of boots echoing and getting closer...

"Maybe it was a mistake staying in here?" You heard a voice and you curled up even more but still tried to poke an eye out of your hidding spot to see something...

"NOnSeNsE!" Another one shouted and you cringed at how loud it was "CAPTaiN KnoWs WhAT He I DoInG PunnNKKKKkk-!"

"Punk?" You muttered quietly before the voices went quiet for a bit.

"Yes Overhaul. We will tell the other to get up by morning." And with that, the voices were out...

You heard stories of thsi young king of the seas before... and hearing the name Overhaul caused almost everyone you knew to shiver... No one who met him came back to tell the story...

You gulped and made quietly your way out as soon as you heard the creaking of the door... you couldn't just get out now... especially with all the crew wide awake...

Well... they did drinked aparently... so you just had to wait a few minutes. So the best you could do was patiently what until everything was quiet enough to get out and ran away.

You heard a sound of water and arched your eyebrow up when you saw water with soap poking and sliding down the door that just had closed... did... did that man was cleaning his own office? Do pirates do that?

You shrugged and quietly went upstairs at noticing not a sound was muttered.. you opened the door slowly and slid you way out of it and closing without a sound.

You looked at the deck and everyone was almost passed out... some even drooling on the ground of teh ship. You made a disgusted face and tiptoed your way out till the exit of the ship....

You were almost there as you laughed inside of your head before your body stopped when a bigger and rough hand closed around your wrist as you gasped at seing a man with white hair glaring down at you.

"What are you doinh in here?" He growled as you gulped.

"G-Got in teh wrong ship!" You yelped quietly... but the man only furrowed even more his eyebrows and shouted "LIFT ANCHOR! WE HAVE A CLANDESTINE HERE!"

Shit...

They all woke up immediately, some grabbing their swords as other went to lift the anchor. The man let go of your wrist as you tried to run back to the exit only to see you were away from the port.

"DAMMIT!" You shouted, preparing to jump on the water before you screamed when a much bigger than the other grabbed your forearm and even lifted you off from the ground.

"Aaaa!" The muscular man let out as you kicked and squirmed on his grasp "What we have here??? Trying to steal from Overhow?"

"More respect towards our Captain Rappa. Now-" the blonde pushed his glasses up with his middle finger as he glared at you "Hold still this street rat."

You growled at him before you kicked the man, Rappa, on the balls as he shouted and let you go... you ran but three man circled around you... One with a bag on his head, one bald and the other blinded you had knocked out earlier whose cleary wasn't happy to see you again.

"Get THIS WOMAN!" Another blonde shouted as you cursed before grabbing the bag face man's forearm and jumping to give a kick right on the bald one's face before punching on the blonde's jaw to get a run for it.

You screamed again when you felt something on your ankle and before you knew it, you were hanging upside down as you saw all the eyes on you...

"Now, what do we have here?" A indigo drunk guy sluttered as he tried to touch you before you slapped him away, accidentally letting your purse fall and show the things you had just grabbed it.

The white haired man from before crouched down to see it as the blonde with glasses from earlier got close.

"Is Captain's things." The man whispered as the blonde nodded, glaring at you.

"So a mere thief huh?" You gulped before yelping when a crow screamed in your ear and flew to be on top on one of the mans.

"Come on, as if pirates aren'tthiefs themselfs..." you mumbled as you hang up side down, smirking and arching one eyebrow before you widened your eyes at seing the same crow transform into a muscled name as he screamed down at you.

"DARe To COmPArE US WiTh YoU ThEN?!" Ah, so this was the guys who shouted "punk" earlier....

"What should we do with her?" A blonde with closed eyes asked, almost I dissapointed as The indigo one spoke after.

"Hey boss, let's shave her!" The guy laughed as you gasped in offense.

"Idiot." The men in glasses muttered while shaking his head.

"Walk the board!" The Rappa guys yelled as you rolled your eyes.

"Tacky dude. Tacky." All of them looked at you in shock, whispering to one another before the white haired man took off his sword.

"Silence all of you." He spike before walking, pointing the tip of his sword to your throat as your breath started to quickened.

The door slammed and everyone tensed, your attacker pulling his sword back and walking away from you as the other males stand by in two lines.

You squinted your eyes, one black boot coming out of the dark and one gloved hand on teh door... despite the night being dark as always, you gulped in fear at the golden eyes narrowing at your figure from the distance.

"Captain." They all saluted Rappa hesitated but did it anyway as the unknown male came in view.

Hat covering the top of his dark brow hair as hsi golden eyes shined along with the moon light... His cape and vests didn't reached the ground and he carrie along a belt that he aparently had both a sword and a shotgun...

He walked slowly towards you, The crown man and the white haired dude trailing a bit behind him as he looked at you from the ground at your hanging upside down corpse.

"... what do we have here?" His voice was a dark and low one as he put his hands behind his back and walked in circles around where you were standing... your head just on the same height as his own one but only for a few inches higher.

"Setsuno." He said, and the blonde shivered "I thought you were looking for our ship..." his tone was cold and dissapointed.

"F-Forgive me C-Captain." He looked over his shoulders at the blonde "She knocked me out, that's why you all probably found me on the floor."

"I will decide your punishement later..." he growled and they all shivered before he returned to lock his golden orbs with you "For now I aparently have to deal with this problem. One that aparently gave you a bit of work to just maintain our prisoner."

"Forgive us Overhaul." The white haired man spoke more confidently as be also looked at you "But we found out that this woman is not only a clandestine, but also one that stolen a bit of your possesions."

He hummed before taking his sword out and lifting up in teh air with a pysocothic look "In that case-"

Everyone closed their eyes as well as you, but you only groaned when your face and body met harshly the ground as you hissed in pain before your vision meet Overhaul's boots..

You gasped when you felt him grabbing you by the hair and taking your face up to look at him.

"So you're a thief. Have to be very brave or some stupid girl to invade my ship out of all the ones on that port." He yanked your head even more as you hissed bit glared at him back "You can have what you picked up. Really, I wont mind."

Everyone let out a confused nose before you saw the crown man throw your purse on the sea.

You were suddenly lifted up by the hair as he yanked you along with by the end of the ship, the most scariest thing was that he was calm, not laughing not shouting. HE WAS FUCKING CALM. You panted while staring at the water above your feet as you were only being held by one of Overhaul's hand.

"You still want that thing?" You shook your head desperately as he hummed "What a shame..."

You went to look but as soon as your feet disconnected with the ground and felt his hand pushing you you let out a bloody scream you met the cold water.

He only looked at you coming out of the water to breath a few minutes ago.

"SADISTIC!" you shouted, teeth hitting together as he only lifted one of his eyebrows.

"We are far away from that shameful city we were now. If you swan until there, your body will be tired out, not even speaking about the sharks and other sea creatures that can come easily after you." Some of the crea laughed as you tried still have more strengh to say with your head out of the water.

"Maybe..." he hitted his finger lightly on his forehead as he stared right in your eyes "Maybe you can be useful on my ship... After all, you own me after that audacity of yours."

"FUCK YOU! AS IF!" you shouted back as he sighed, having his back to you and lifting his hand up.

"In that case. Be my guest to be eaten by sharks." You glared at him before you froze at seing one shark not much far away...

Be a slave for pirates or die by a shark..?

You cried ass you swan the list you could before you gave up and shouted, all of your pride completely lost on that moment.

"I ACCEPT! I ACCEPT OKAY?! TAKE ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE I BEG YOU-!"

He stopped and smiled sadistically before gaving a look to Mimic, whose nodded and transformed into a crown and went to throw you a rope as you cried in relief and started to grab it.

"Pull her." He muttered to Rappa whose did abruptly. You were soon back on the grounds of the ship as you trembled... Glaring already at the boots in front of you as Overhaul looked down at you, so I the crown rested on his shoulder as the other men snickered at you.

"Welcome to the Hassaikai... slave." He let out a sinister smirk on his face before he snapped his fingers for two man to lift you up.

"Put a chain on her. Maybe this way she wont be a idiot enough to jump amd kill herself on the sea." He ordered before the showed the crown out of his shoulder and walked casually back to his quarters, not before stopping and giving you a look over his shoulders.

"Call me your captain Overhaul from now on until you let your final breath out..." With that he closed the door, leaving you to widen your eyes in horror and be dragged by the man by some other place of the ship.

(Aaaaa I loved this piece, should I continued???"

[allthesetrolls]

BAM! POWER OUTAGE TIME!

There is a lull in conversation as the lights blink, and the hive is thrown into darkness.

Ambrus is lit like a fucking Christmas tree, surprising all but Kelona, Tagore and Virus. With a sigh, Ambrus stood up, crossed her arms and spoke before anyone had time to let the panic set in.

"Now don't start, know most of you wat to. None of you are in danger, and if I wanted to feed I'd have done it by now. Now I'll go with one of you to power the generator. I can provide enough light to work by."

Kamkav put a hand up.

"Ambrus what the fuck?"

"Kamkav don't start."

"No," Serzad chimed in, "I'm with Kamkav. Thats...kind of a shock."

"I mean...now I can say I hosted a drinker and got out alive." Igrati said, eager ot make something light out of the sudden situation. Virtus gave him an unamused look.

"Then I have the biggeset drinker track record, she visits me like...every few weeks. "

"And me." Kamkav agreed.

"I got you all beat." Tagore brok ein, a smut grin on his face, "I have known her for more sweeps than any of you have been alive. "

"All of you please! " Ambrus tapped her foot impatiently, "Tagore help me with the generator. The rest of you, stay put. "

Tagore gave the group an amused smile and stood. The two of them headed towards the back, to where the generator was housed. They head a door close. It went quiet. Kelona let out a soft whimper.

"So..."Serzad spoke up after what felt like to long in silence, "some storm huh?"

"I...miss my respitelbock." was Kelona's reply. She was met with two arms going around her.

"It's going to be okay.' Kam whispered, "once the generator's up again we'll be fine. In the meantime we have our devices charged. how long can it take to power-"

"Hey, did you ear that?" Igrati cut her off, his fins twitched, and soon Kelona's followed. She stiffened. Igrati strained his ears to hear, but frowned when he realized he could not pinpoint the noise.

Kelona, however, could. She closed her eyes and focused.

"It's coming from the sea, it's close but not very. It sounds like...a low droning noise.. Not a drone, but just...low and deep. It's huge probably. If I had tot guess...about the size of a Skywhale, but more mobile probably..."

The others leaned in, listening as Kelona painted a picture of what could be out there. IT was then the noise, though faint, reached the ears of the others.

"I...really don't like this. " Virtus looked towards the bac, "Do you think the other two hear it?"

"If we do, possibly," Kamkav answered, "Kel you seem good with thsi, do you have any ideas on what it is?"

Kelona grabbed her phone and started to fidget with it. It was odd having so much attention on her but it was important, she couldn't back out now. She listened a bit longer to the noise.

"I meanthere are a few large creatures that fit. I think if I had to guess, its a Greater Carapaced Electrophorus. They're very large, dangerous and can mess with electricity remotely. They feed on it. They um....they're ranked an S class target for hunters and Orphaners. "

The four other trolls in the room looked to each other.

"How do you know that?" Virtus asked, "No offense to you, but you're too soft to hunt Lusii."

"i...i know...but I...its sort of my job..." Suddenly Kelona seemed uncomfortable, a bit worse than she had been the day before even, she looked almost scared.

"So you're a hunter?"

"No.."

"I think hat's enough." Kam decided to end this here. "I honestly don't really care, it sounds dangerous and jumping her ass isn't helping. It's stupid to get into that now, and It will be stupid to give a flying ass later. "

Serzad turned to Kelona while Kamkav talked.

"Will it affect the generator?"

"I...don't know. Possibly?"

"That would explain why it's taking so long."

It was then the other two trolls came back in, both shivering slightly from the cold and both looking mildly perturbed.

"Suddenly the damn thing doesn't wan tot work." This was the most most of them had heard the purpleblood, he cracked his neck, and rubbed his arms, "We tested it earlier and it worked. Virtus did we fuck up shutting it do-"

"There's a lusus or something out at sea fucking with the power." Igrati cut him off before he could finish asking, "Its getting closer. What was it called, like, great carnalized something?"

"Greater Carapaced Electrophorus." Kelona corrected, "It could be feeding off the electricity in the air, syphoning it. They do it to feed, and after they need to lash out at their surroundings. It could pose a threat to the immediate area. "

"So what do we do?" Virtus asked, "It's snowing so heavy out there, and we can't see."

"n-neither can It, so maybe we have time to prepare to strife it?" Kelona sounded hesitant to propose strifing but, "It's a big, powerful target, but we're a large group. "

"You want to strife it?" Virtus tugged on the strings on his hat, "You said yourself its a big class S hunting target, and you want to strife it?"

"I don't want to!" Keloan snapped back, she was earing up a bit, "But we might...have to? If left unchecked it can cause a lot of collateral damage."

"all right, I think the little lady has a point. We should get some warm clothing, and once the snow lets up handle the issue. For now we should see if we can't get some candles and a fire going in the hearth. I'll keep trying the generator though the night to see if we can't get it going."

They set to warming the hive again, Tagore got the fire going and everyone brought their camput cocoons out into the main area to keep warm. Igrati decided tot check the local weather reports. And the power grid.

It seemed only the power in their immediate area was out, and the snow as going to let up sometime next evening. Meaning they had time. Kel offered to keep an earfin out on the creature, and Ambrus offered to checkout over the ocean during the day to see if she can see anything.

The wait had begun, Virrtus returned Tagore's strife, and they set to collecting warm clothing and preparing in silence.

Then all they had to do was try to kill time before day.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

first line game

tagged by: @becauseanders and @zukkaclawthorne thank you for the tags, thsi was fun<3

Rules: List the first lines of your last 5-20 stories.  See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag others!

“In hindsight, maybe staring down a goose wasn’t the best idea.” — something so true happened

“Zuko watched with narrowed eyes as Hahn continued to scoot closer and closer to Sokka.” — lost in love and lost in feelings

“Hey, Zuko! You callin’ Sokka tonight?” — (wherever i am) i’ll come runnin’

“Something Sokka had never realized before the war ended was that there was more to life than strategizing and planning and trying to fix problems he didn’t cause.” — you never quite say (but i hear)

“In hindsight, maybe hanging her impulsive stress purchase in her shared apartment without telling her roommate and girlfriend about it in advance was a stupid idea.” — this is how it should be

“Korra hesitated at the door in front of her, wondering if having the perfect one year anniversary date with Asami was worth the trouble behind said door (and this was Asami, her beautiful girlfriend who always planned the best, most fun, and most special dates, so of course it was worth it).” — do this thing

“All it had taken was one wrong move.” — all these little things seem to matter so much

“There was always something so special about being outside.” — we can navigate the stars to bring us back home

“The first time Suki had been to Ember Island, it was during the war.” — i’m glad i’m here with you

“The whole world seldom falls into silence.” — turning in circles and blurring the lines

“When Suki was five, she tried to feed the geese that landed in her backyard.” — look what happened to me

“There was something embarrassingly daunting about feeling afraid.” — ordinary magic happens every single day

“It all happened in a moment; one singular, preventable moment.” — there’s a beauty in the fall

“Councilman Qiang’s chair was one of the most aggravating chairs in the entire world.” — the urge to love you is stronger

“They say that it’s a brotherhood, but it has never proven to be true.” — we say that it’s a brotherhood

Patterns: i talk about geese twice... what does that say about me mnybghnjmhngb um, i actually tend to start stories with shorter sentences and i did not realize that huh. a lot of these have like the same vibes??? idk how to describe it, but then again, it is 2:28am lol

Favorite: hm probably the line beginning there’s a beauty in the fall because i am biased and that is my coping with ninjago cole fall fic, but also like... it’s so dramatic... idk i can’t describe why lol. that or the opening line of ordinary magic happens every single day

I’m going to tag @hotdamnitszuko @listless-brainrot @themoon-approvesof-zukka and @leesbian42 (but as always, feel free to ignore lol)

[jeffhane]

dynasty live watching: an incoherent post so that i’m not spoiling people on the twitter tl (i doubt any of this will be chronological or coherent enough to actually contain spoilers but better safe than sorry!)

oh my god the “previously on” - i forgot abt fallon and evan....

Theyre at a FUNERAL??? this was actually predicted but oh my god. if its steven i am going to be so mad. what an unfitting end to the- WAIT WHAT SIX MONTHS? what was that font;;;;:; whes sueiwjwk

copper arch🥵🥵🥵

this is cute. this is cute i like faloon pretty women so true

BYE I FORGOT ABT THIS VASE

fallon is genuinely such a bad person this is so bizarre,,,, i think she needs to calm down about oiterally everything ever

“This wedding is our chance to break the cycle of craziness” babe ur literally the one making the cycle of craziness

w. was that an ikmenn of liam getting his head off

JEFF MY BELOVED HE LOOKS STUNNING IN THAT OUTFIT. WHYS ALEXIS HERW “POWER COUPLE” YOU WERID MANIPULATIVE PERSON GET AWAY FROM HIM LOL

alexis is up to no good. bad bad jpeg. why do they write her dialogue like this

adam is acted so well lmao he’s the most unhinged person to ever exist *screams*

ohhh dominique, i don’t remember much abt her 😭😭😭 this woman she’s with is beautiful

ITS LAGGING????? i cannot Believe tjis

~rebrand~ ok girlboss!!!!!!!!! can we ship this businesswoman i dont recall her name with fallon???? id like that i think

too many plotlines have happened in too many minutes, i’m already forgettint things that have happened... isn’t blake supposed to be in prisoj? no? Ok: sure

adam is constantly doing this expression that is like 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 HI SAM HI SAM HI SAM BEAUTIFUL MAN I LOVE HIM WHOS THIS MAN

raf is so stunning ughhhh i’m loving the costumes this season, everyone looks great! is this man a sam love interest? nervous? that is kinda cute. i miss stevej though. sadness. so many emotions

UHHHH hi alexis sure ig ur here

~OMENS~ babe that’s a tad dramatic don’t you think?????????? “Ignore the lore at your own peril” alright

WHOS THAT? WHOS THAT? OH HER OK

bye everything is going wrong for this......:..:::... *rubs hands together evilly* that will certainly be entertaining

credit scene!!! such a beautiful cast! where’s anders, oh how i miss him... i miss monica too wasn’t she supposed to be BACK🤔🤔🤔🧐🧐🤨🤨

its a commercial break... havent had to watch the show with these for so long😑😑😑. getting american ads is so funny bc the vast majority of them are Not at all relevant... at all

BACK TO DYNASTY!!!!!! was that a slinky? huh? oh ok that’s why the marriage is happening at the manor. #whenyouonlyhaveoneset oh hi ok monica so shes not going to be here?????😑😔😳

WHY IS SHE GETTING A CAR I FEEL LIKE THATS FORESHAWDOIWIJG FOR UMMMMM.... NOT GOOD THINGS ..... ITS LAGGING AGAIN 🤨

blake having dinner... ok hi cristal,,,,; is the priest subplot back? that was a weird one

adam???? how on earth does adam work his way into everything? NEXT GUEST? HUH? are you cheating on your wife? HI CULHANE! HI!

“straight people are exhausting” i mean yes, objectively, absolutely, but culhane is #notstraight .... idk how i feel about sam and this man. also what? huh? staying here? ok cool ig

OHHHHH he got married i see i see

“Haven’t you milked the carrington cow already” but....... she is literally the person who deserves the stuff..... k......... i don’t like dominique but she was given the short end of the stick also blake stop manipulating people just bc they tell u the truth😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

frustrated that we haven’t seen fallon in any non-wedding related stuff yet i always liked her more ~dramatic~ plots . like she’s a sweetheart but i do want her to evolve beyond thsi. idk if that makes sense. ok bye

“A relative’s happy marriage” uh???? we live in a society😔📈

who is father lynch<3333 oh he is in the hospital that’s not great oh adam upset that’s new /s

y is kirby dressed like an elf. god bless.

ughhhh i just think adam is not good for kirby. he’s not good in general. so true . what is he up to. ads again hhhhhhhhhh💯

omg we are back!!!!! blake wear the suit!! hi liz!!! i’ve seen pictures of this outfit, it looks nice. “I really want things to work out with liam” now that would be great but you’re in a soap opera so the chances of that are .... I DONT EVEN ONOW IF U CAN WEATHER ANYTHING W CRISTAL...)))))!$$ NOT NECESSARILY THE BEET CHOICE????

~technically it wasn’t cancelled~ alright love i feel as though you’re not telling the full truth here. ok his name is ryan . we know that now . cool . this relationship is awkward but it could be sweet

what the Fuck is dominique talking about this is so creepy😭😭😭 please do not market lingerie to ur niece 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 why does no one in this show know how to be polite

“You want me to stake my personal assets” i’m sure this would be meaningful if i knew anything about finance????? WAIT WAIT WIAT WAIT WAIT DHE REHEARING THE SAM DONS G THE SONG ALEXIS DONT INTERRUPT HER SINGING THE SONG🧐😔😔😔🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥰🥰🤬😤😤😤😤😤😤

~duplicitous sham~ that’s quite a juicy phrase ms fallon. alexis i dislike your marriage. and you in fact. yes x . “We were just like any other newlyweds” except the newlywed factor........:

anders. oh my god i adore him so much. he reminds me of my grandfather . YES adam is dangerous. anders i love you so much. be my grandfather figure. top 10 cool old dudes of all time.

liz is so beautiful how am i suppised to “Focus” on the “storyline” kirby just went 🥰🥰 also hi culhane ily babe

“My father’s convinced adam is pure evil” you see, that is......... trueeeee...........:.::: im sorry culhane ily love

this dialogue unfortunately does not flow all that well LOL . people dont think up things like this on the fly “my love is like that boutineer” sir i guarantee that metaphors r not going to save ur relationship... HI sam. so true. hi ily. samhane? culsam? 😳😳

DONT STEAL ANDERS SPOT OH HI JEFF YOU LOOK STUNNING.......... BEAUTIFUL BOY ....... HI!!!! ~you are the only family you’ve ever needed~ shit none of this wouldve happened if the Carringtons werent so greedy ij the first place

~true love has many faces~ how many anti liam omens can they sneak in into the episode 😭😭😭😭 hi laura whats up

the poor waiters at this establishment...... why does laura look like a rlly young version of my grandma........: huh.... wont think abt it /... alexis bad mom.jpeg

“I don’t want to miss my sons special day” ok bye i don’t #care she’s kind of rude

fallon trying to avoid future drama is confusing to me as that used to be her ENTIRE THING? HUH??? everyones talking to their moms today what the heck do that many people talk to their moms???

jeff hiiiii <333 that maroon suit!!!!! love!!!!!

Dont hurt anders you strange little evil man!!!!!!!!!!! (Adam, for reference)

fallon likes to ~e n u n c i a t e~ her dialogue. Drama Teachers Love Her

FIRBY SCENE! WELL THEY R TALKINF! UWU ! UWU ! smiles:) smiiiiiles:) the height difference i cannot do this😑😊😊😊🕯🕯🕯 BYE

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Kirby you dumbass😭😭😭😭😭 ALEXIS WUDIWNDJW JEFF CAN YOU NOT HEF FCANKREMTIWN WHY IS THIS DIALOGUE IM SCREAMIGNRJFJD

kirby babe you are the kist imorjri WHQT? HUH? when all the characters have the maturity of a 13 yr old <33333 DID THE SHOW JUST END?????? OK.... DAMN.... they were really 2 minutes away from the end and remembered that things are supposed to happen in tv show episodes.... i cannot tell whether it os over actually?????? huh??? going to keep watching because it would be so embarrassing if i missed a few minutes oh yeah theres more

IM SORRY WHYBARE THESE PEOPLE SO STUPID. every single one of them. ih my god l. ohhhh my god . “I never meant to hurt you” you cheated on him. both of them are bad people. 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 kirby darling what were you thinking . this dress on kirby is STUNNING ugh, she’s so charming . adam Shut the fuck up. He hasn’t said anything but shut the fuck up. OH MY GOD ADAM SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD I HATE ADAM SO MUXH. OH MY GOD HOW IS HE THE WORST PERSON TO EVER LIVE 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶 HES SO EVIL

“I didn’t want to tell you because i didnt want you to think of me as a monster” why did you do that stuff then bro . Kirby you SHOULDNT trust someone after they say that? How naive? Huh ?

omg hello jeffs grandma!!!!! she deserves better than every shitshow in this family... god🤨 dominique being a good person? i like to see that. she seems so genuine. ok this is nice . wait... SAFE? 😳😳😳😳 💴 💵 #money i miss monica

why do they never have sufficient lifhting in WAIT..... HER?????? #dumbofass HI JEFF <33333333 HI you can scam and whatever ur allowed to i support u

ooohhhh GORGEOUS fallon outfit

“Such a fail” IS THIS 2012 . CRINE HEIDJWJFIWNDWJDNWKFJW ENJDJSDJWJNDJWJD they keep saying folklore and im thinking its some sort of reference to the album and i get confused. wheres scheming fallon. need scheming fallon. do a scheme. do it

“We are that lucky couple” press x to doubt .... wait who is this🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 this seems cincerning im cocnentwd why did it zoom in on this random man