#away ft. koda

[denwritesandcries]

Fall(ing for You) – S.C

Pairing: sam carpenter x soft goth!reader

Summary: Sam is certain that Tara's new quiet friend may turn out to be Ghostface, unfortunately – or not –, that friend is you.

or, it takes the help of tara and a dog for sam to finally come to her senses.

Word count: 6,0k.

Content: scream 6 but without the killing, r's 23, cursing, wingman tara ft. yr dog, jokes abt r being ghostface, fluff, pining, sam falling first AND harder, silly movie references.

Note: hey guys, It's been a while since I've written for scream but I rewatched it recently and finally got some inspiration again! I describe the reader a little more in this but it won't really affect anything if you choose to ignore it.

English is not my first language.

Tara made a new friend.

Sam still isn't sure exactly, but the only plausible explanation for the way Tara has been acting lately is that her sister met someone interesting enough to keep her attention so that she gave everyone a break from her tantrums and reckless behavior since their new start outside of Woodsboro.

Now, that could be a good thing, it had been months since the kids started college and they were all doing relatively well. Mindy had Anika, Chad had Ethan and also there was Quinn, even though she wasn't very close to anyone. Tara should have someone too.

The problem is that Sam has no idea who this person is. Tara just won't tell her.

You see, Sam understands that she might have been a little too protective of her sister and that this made Tara's behavior become defensive towards her. Her new therapist – after she got rid of that quack – is helping her work through that, okay? But curiosity and worry were eating away at her insides. The curfews, the tasers and pepper sprays, and especially the ID checks were all important to keep them safe, dammit! Mindy and Chad had no problem with it, and it was only after all the appropriate measures were in place that Sam could breathe and let these new people be a part of their lives. Not knowing this so-called friend, let alone who they were, was driving her to the brink of a breakdown.

She was trying to give her some space, probing with subtle questions here and there and the most she got was an eye roll and ‘It’s just a sophomore I met at the film club, haven't you said I should try to be part of something that didn’t involve frat parties?’

Well, at least it wasn’t a boyfriend, given the lack of dreamy sighs, giggles into the phone and late-night escapades. That was good. They already had enough problems to deal with and a new relationship so quickly was the same as asking for a ghostface to go for them again and Sam hadn’t been back in Tara’s life long enough to know how to deal with this part of being a big sister yet.

Sam had understood that she wouldn’t meet this mysterious person for a while, at least until her sister’s tantrum had passed, and between two shitty jobs and trying to keep a structured life being responsible for a bunch of teenagers in the big city, she couldn’t find it in herself to insist on the subject any further and get the risk of causing a fight. She thought it would be forgotten.

Now just imagine Sam's surprise when she came home one night after a long, exhausting shift, expecting to eat the leftover pizza she had hidden in the fridge and fall into a deep sleep, only to be knocked over by an noisy and strange dog with a piece of pizza in its mouth as soon as she opened the apartment door. Her pizza.

“Koda!” Someone called. Someone unfamiliar. It wasn’t just the dog, there was a stranger in her house.

Sam’s hand instinctively moves to reach for the taser hidden in her jacket when a pair of black-clad legs show up in her vision. Does Ghostface work with dogs now? She wonders in confusion for a moment, and has given up on the voice changer?

The only thing stopping her from tasing this potential killer in front of her is the pure bewilderment and Tara’s laughter filling the room.

“Oh my god,” the figure bends down, picking up the dog who turns out to be a very excited puppy, the pizza falling from its mouth and onto her shirt, getting it all over her, “I’m so sorry.”

It’s a girl, a face she’s never seen before, looking completely mortified.

“Hey, Sam,” Tara stops beside her, a barely hidden tone of satisfaction in her voice, “This is my friend. I thought you’d like to meet her.”

It's safe to say that Sam didn't like Tara's new friend at all.

“You didn’t think about telling me you were bringing someone?” Sam exclaimed, rubbing her temples wearily, “Especially that Lydia Deetz project right there? I almost shocked her in the middle of the hallway!”

Quinn shifted from where she was leaning against the counter in the small impromptu meeting and didn’t bother to hold back her laugh, “Nah, I think Tara would fit that role better.”

“Quinn,” Sam groaned exasperatedly.

“If I had told you you would have said no,” Tara shrugged.

“Yes! Because we don’t know her!”

It was quite awkward sitting on the couch in their living room less than five feet away from the kitchen and being able to hear every word spoken as if you weren't right there, with your messy dog ​​happily chewing on the sock on your ankle.

This wasn't the turn you expected your night to take when you decided to accept Tara's sudden invitation for a movie night, visiting her off-campus for the first time since you became friends.

You met her at the start of the school year, the day she showed up for a film club meeting before anyone else arrived, well, anyone except you. She seemed completely lost and suspicious, even though she was clearly struggling not to show it, which made you like her right away.

Getting attention and starting conversations was never really your thing, this whole club thing wasn't either, honestly, but you ended up being one of the last older members to join with most of the others having recently graduated and the responsibility of looking after the new freshmans gradually fell on you. Most of the time you kept to yourself, preferring the behind-the-scenes side of things to participating in the long-winded debates of high school teens obsessed with slashers and making Stab parodies, but you noticed the way Tara seemed desperate for any sense of normalcy beneath her laid-back facade and the whispers of murder that haunted her.

You took what seemed like a rabid kitten under your wing and ended up cornered by the personification of a Doberman because of it. Talk about doing good deeds and stepping out of your comfort zone. What a joke.

Tara’s older sister, Sam, if you got it right, stared at you with narrowed, suspicious eyes – just like Tara when you first approached her – towering over your figure that tried to look smaller than it actually was on the couch, as if she was trying to learn every little hidden detail about you.

“So…” you began hesitantly, wanting to break the awkward silence that had ensued, “you have such a beautiful house.”

“Aren’t you too old to hangout with a freshmen?" Sam cut in coldly, one eyebrow perfectly arched in distrust.

You sighed, this conversation sure started off very well, “I’m 23,” you cleared your throat, “Tara’s in the same club as me, and I’ve just been helping her with some classes I used to take when I first started here.”

You hear Tara’s distinct chuckle, clearly amused by your frustration, which doesn’t help your situation much. What a wonderful friend, indeed.

Sam hummed with fake indifference and the other two housemates watched the exchange intently, eyes darting between you like they were at a tennis match, amused by the sight of Sam trying to intimidate the poor unsuspecting twit that you were.

A great friend, for sure. Ugh, this is why you don’t sponsor obviously troubled kids.

It’s not like Sam Carpenter is really intimidating or scaring you out the way she seems to want to, she has bags under her eyes and a greasy pizza stain on her shirt and you’re a grown woman, for God’s sake! It’s just that it was extremely embarrassing to cause a scene like that, especially with someone who you really wanted to make a good first impression.

Interacting so much socially lately was becoming relatively exhausting and you expected it wouldn't become a thing, as you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything. You hoped this would be the last big meeting you had for a while. Tara had told you a lot about her sister, mainly about how it was a pain in the ass to always have someone hovering over her, but it was something you never took seriously because of the way she sounded when she talked about it, too loving for someone who hated the situation so much. No, Sam was important and Tara had insisted that you meet her after doing the same with the twins just a few days ago. You had carefully planned how it would happen, what clothes you would wear and what you would say and now your chance to make things right was ruined, the words seeming to have escaped you in a flash. You were reserved, quiet, small in the midst of so much hustle and bustle, used to watching everything go by from the safety of the shadows. Being a mouse was easy.

“Is that all you have to say?”

Less easy when caged with a lion.

“Look,” you tried again, silently squirming as your pup start sniffing Sam’s combat boots furiously as you stood to pick him up, “I really didn’t want to cause any trouble or misunderstanding, Tara called me earlier while I was walking this little guy and insisted it would be okay if I came over for a movie. I can leave now if you want to, I’m really sorry for… well, all of this.”

You noticed Sam's expression became conflicted, as if she didn't know exactly what to make of you standing in the middle of her living room without showing any threat and wasn't used to people actually listening to her on sight. Still, she wasn't going to give up that easily.

“Great,” Sam nodded, her voice sounding less firm, “go then.” She pointed directly at your dog, now sitting at her feet with its fluffy head tilted to the side in a guiltily innocent manner, “And make sure to take that pizza thief with you.”

(You swear he looked personally offended.)

“What? No!” Tara seemed to realize that her little game could backfire and came out from behind the counter in your defense.

“Tara—”

“Come on, Sam, it's movie night!” She stomped her foot loudly, “I refused the invite to Jason's party for that, we were marathoning all the Texas Chainsaw Massacres!”

You don’t even have to be good at reading people to know that Sam had lost that fight the moment Tara looked at her with pleading eyes, knowing that there was no way to blame her for simply doing what she asked.

That didn’t stop Sam from rolling her eyes and huffing in irritation.

“Fine,” she practically growled, shifting her attention back to you, “But I’m gonna keep an eye on you, so you better not act all smart and keep that fleabag away from me.”

“His name’s Koda.” You pointed out, before softening, “And thank you, I promise I’m not gonna—”

“Shush.”

Sam was sure this was all part of an act of yours, just the first step to infiltrate their lives and pull the rug out like others have done before, because no one in their right mind would sit quietly next to someone who nearly shocked and threatened them in many ways just a few minutes ago.

Especially if that someone is burning holes in your head with their eyes, like she's doing now.

Sam watches shamelessly and intrigued, shooting daggers at your figure as you lean back with Tara babbling enthusiastically between you, your puppy completely knocked out on her lap, oblivious to the sounds of death and fake blood spurting from the TV. She notices the way you effectively ignore her, responding to Tara’s remarks with genuine interest, even if your voice doesn’t match her enthusiasm.

You remained quiet beyond those moments and the tiredness along with your lack of sudden movements made Sam feel secure enough to leave the room and finally take a shower – because along with everything she never saw much fun in these movies like Tara –, warning you that it was better for everyone to finish the night when the movie ended.

(She also forced Quinn to take her place on the couch and promise to scream if anything happened. You didn't comment on that either.)

Sam only falls asleep when she hears the sounds of goodbyes coming from the living room and the door house being closed, finally relaxing after all the interaction, deciding that it was enough. You could have been at her house, but that doesn't mean she would let you come over again.

You come back, because of course Tara doesn’t give a damn about Sam’s warnings about being careful around strangers – incessantly claiming that you’re not a stranger – and there you are at the next game night that Chad insisted on making a tradition.

At least there’s no sign of the shirt-destroying furball this time and there are pizzas smelling good on the kitchen counter.

“‘Sup, Sam!” Chad greeted loudly as she walked through the door, waving excitedly from the couch, “We’re playin’ uno!”

Her eyes landed on you, who waved at her with a small, tight smile, awkwardly sandwiched between Anika and Ethan, the way you stood out among them so comical that Sam suppressed a snort. She decided to join in without much protest, someone responsible still had to watch you, after all.

Sam wouldn’t admit to anyone, absolutely anyone, that she was enjoying the evening, listening to the heated exchanges as everyone got competitive. Strangely, she noticed that you didn’t try to engage much in the conversation, just like the other night, seeming happy to just be there. She thought you had been withdrawn then because of her behavior towards you, but maybe you were just shy.

That made her raise an eyebrow, Tara didn’t usually embrace introverts. Actually, she had always been pretty popular even before Sam left, if she remembered correctly, so this was new. She felt a small piece of curiosity spark inside her instead of more mistrust as she expected and it disconcerted her.

“The whole point of the 7 card is that you're not supposed to talk, man!” Mindy throwing chips at Ethan interrupted Sam's flow of thoughts.

“This rule is stupid! The manual doesn't even mention it, read it for yourself!” Ethan shuffled the cards wildly – ​​everyone at the table had seen his hand – pointing, “And you’re talking too!”

“Whatever! Nobody reads the fuckin manual to play uno, Ethan!”

Tara groaned, “Guys, just shut up and everybody buys a card.”

“But that’s not how you play!”

She decided to abandon the game and all the fuss in favor of getting some air and a slice of pizza and was surprised to find that her favorite was still untouched, which was a miracle in such a crowded house.

“Tara said that you liked this flavor,” your voice coming from nearby startled her and Sam saw you gesture to the box in front of her, “My treat, for the other day.”

She cleared her throat hesitantly, “You didn’t have to.”

“I did,” you dismissed with a wider smile, “My dog ​​left you without dinner.”

Sam didn’t respond, but you leaned against the counter next to her anyway, picking at the dark polish on your nails casually, listening to your friends arguing in the background.

“Get tired of the crowd?” Sam asked, deciding that ignoring you wasn’t an option since you clearly weren’t leaving.

“Yeah,” you agreed, shrugging with an odd laugh, “I guess I’ve had enough socializing for one day.”

Sam wasn’t sure why she didn’t just send you away then, seizing the perfect chance to dismiss you like she’d wanted all along and avail everyone's presence to remind that you weren’t welcome, but that strange spark flared in her and made her smile unconsciously, more sincere than the previous tense ones.

“Oh, I know what you mean,” she agreed slowly.

Your expression brightens in surprise, as if you expected a cold, blunt rejection or maybe a slap (probably both) and Sam feels a bit guilty by it. Sighing, she waves you towards the apartment’s tiny balcony, silently inviting you to join her, to which you respond with a firm nod as you watch her unwind the chain on the sliding door – they keep everything locked up tight now – and follow her.

Sam swears she’s not doing this to be nice or anything, all she wants is to repay you for your politeness, that’s all.

The night breeze is refreshing and sends pleasant shivers down your arms and shoulders as Sam leans against the railing and the two of you fall silent. It’s pleasant, actually.

Sam takes a moment to look at you, like, really look at you for the first time since you met and her breath hitches.

Your relaxed features look cheerful and are well-emphasized by the makeup you’re wearing – she tries to search her memory and gets frustrated when she can’t remember if it’s the same style as the night you met – your hair blows a little in the wind and your clothes just fit. Every single thing about you seems to have been specially made to be this way, charming, beautiful.

Your elbow brushes hers in the small space as you lean in to better contemplate the dreary, empty New York sky and Sam’s skin is burning and she doesn’t understand why.

Sam didn’t realize, through all the haze of anger and suspicion and tantrum, until she was touching a pretty girl, that you were, in fact, a pretty girl.

Shit.

“You’re trying so hard not to like her that I’m getting embarrassed for you.”

It’s late. Everyone has already left, including you, who went early claiming you had to work the next morning. Tara should be in bed by now, but she’d be upset if Sam told her to do that, so she doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam dismisses, packing up the last of the leftover pizza to put in the fridge.

“But you do,” Tara hums smugly, stifling a yawn, “Just admit that you were wrong and that I’ve made a friend who’s not a potential serial killer. And that you might have a crush on her. I saw you two on the balcony.”

“It wasn’t like that,” she grumbles, “And I wasn’t wrong for being worried that you brought home a stranger without telling me, even if she’s not dangerous.”

“Ha!” Tara points out, “So you admit she’s no danger.”

Sam sighs tiredly, bringing a hand up to massage her temple, “She can keep coming over for movie nights or whatever if that’s what you're asking me.”

Tara cheered, jumping up from where she was sitting on the counter to finally go to sleep. She stopped just before turning the corner to her room.

“Seriously though,” she caught Sam’s attention, “You guys have more in common then you might think, that’s why I like her. I think you could too, if you get to know her better.”

“That’s impossible, Tar,” Sam says weary, looking at her sister with the most done expression, “I don’t ‘get to know’ anyone, I already have all the people I need in my life.”

“Maybe you’ll be surprised,” she shrugged, “It would be good for you anyway.”

Sam's approval was all Tara needed to make you a regular fixture in their lives and make movie nights an official thing. Sam usually walks in when they're in full swing, with the two of you deep in conversation about the completely random movie you decided to watch that day, and now she greets you back instead of ignoring like she did before and you look happier every time she does it openly.

She finds excuses to wander around the living room and kitchen when she hears Tara pause the tv for whatever reason, just so she doesn't leave you unsupervised in their house – it was still too early to rule out all the care, after all. It ends up making her feel kind of ridiculous, because, hell, she shouldn't have to make excuses to wander around her own house! But you guys talk during these moments, sometimes.

Sam learns more about you as time goes on, and she tells herself that it's just gathering information, that you're not friends at all, but she finds herself soaking up every bit of detail. What are you majoring in, how long have you been in town, if you live close to campus like most students or if you have roommates like them.

(Actually, when she thinks about it now, Sam probably sounded more like a maniac trying to find out where you live, but at least you didn’t call her out on it.)

Then movie nights are joined by study sessions that Tara insists on having as her first week of finals approaches, and you manage to convince Sam to let you bring your puppy too so he won’t be alone for so many hours and she can act a little more normal around you and have a conversation that doesn’t sound like a job interview. You tell her about the movies you like – which consist of more than just an extensive list of slashers like she initially assumed – in a loud and excited tone instead of your usual repressed one, and it stirs something inside her, which leads to several other facts. Your favorite color, what kind of music you like, what you do when her sister isn't dragging you somewhere, and why you decided to adopt a dog so young when you already had so many other responsibilities.

“He helps me not feel alone,” you replied, looking deep into her eyes, “my roommate graduated last year and moved out. I guess I couldn’t stand coming home to empty houses, you know? And he’s my guard dog, he takes care of me and I take care of him. The little guy might be small but knows how to do damage.”

She could relate to that, in part.

And then you start asking too, suddenly and Sam finds herself with a dilemma after so long avoiding your attempts to get to know her. She’d rather remain closed off.

But a trade isn’t a fair trade unless she gives you something back, is it? And you’ve been quenching her thirst for knowledge for a long time now, you gave her a lot.

So, during one night when you insist on helping her make dinner, she confides in you – somewhat reluctantly – that she really enjoys cooking, especially healthier meals. She doesn't look at you, nor does she say it clearly but still, you listen and Sam is surprised when she finds herself speaking.

“You really should ask her out.”

And of course, Tara is always close enough to raise an eyebrow with a knowing look at her on practically every occasion.

“I've told you already, it's not like that.”

“You're cuddling her dog right now.”

“Just so he stays quiet and doesn't disturb you two! Shouldn't you be studying, by the way?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Sam can almost, almost admit that you're her friend too.

(Though she kinda wished it were a little more than that.)

Movie nights evolve into sleepovers, because Sam argues that it’s simply too late and dangerous for you to come back alone and she feels embarrassed – and guilty as much – when Quinn brings up that it has always been dangerous and she didn’t mind letting you go before, when she didn’t care about you.

Now there are some of your clothes in a drawer Tara set aside for you just like a colorful food bowl in the living room for your dog – Mindy jokes that it's theirs now – and there’s rarely a day that goes by where she doesn’t see you.

And when you don’t come over, Tara makes sure to remind her of how anxious she looks waiting for a knock on the door and how she lights up when you greet her first when you finally arrive.

“I swear that now she comes here more to see you than me.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Yeah, sure,” she huffs, “And when are you gonna make a move again?”

“Never, Tara.”

Sam hasn't heard a thing about you in days. Tara said yesterday that you ended up getting really busy with a college project, preparing a presentation that, her sister quotes, 'needs to be perfect because public speaking is horrible and there's a big chance I'll embarrass myself.'

It's not that Sam asked, it's just that she doesn't text you often and Tara thought it would be convenient to talk about it out loud when she was on the phone with Mindy.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter, it's not like you two are close. You are Tara's friend. If it weren't for her, you two wouldn't even have a reason to see each other. There's no reason to be so stressed.

But she misses you anyway. She's having a shitty day at her shitty job and everything seems to go by even slower because Sam knows that when she gets home at night you probably won't be on the couch waiting with the soft smile she's grown accustomed to looking forward and if she has to deal with another group of rude teenagers she'll freak out.

The sound of the bell ringing at the entrance draws Sam’s attention back to the counter and she ends up face to face with the person who has been on her mind all day.

“Sam!” you approached with a tired smile, your dog wagging his tail happily on a leash in one hand and a paper bag in the other, “I was looking for you.”

You'd never visited her at work before, she didn't even know you knew where it was, having only mentioned it in passing, but there you were, with the smile she wanted to see and bags under your eyes.

“Hi,” she cleared her throat, feeling her face heat up. Damn, she looked like a teen girl with a crush, “I didn't expect to see you here, what, uhm, what do you need?”

You snorted at her flustered attending voice. Seeing her show any kind of nervousness was very unusual.

“Tara called me today demanding I get out of the house for a bit and ‘touch some grass’, so I decided to bring this buddy along, he was begging me for a proper walk,” you shrugged, “And she asked me to bring your lunch.”

Sam paused at that, Tara definitely didn't make lunches for her, much less go to the trouble of delivering them like that.

“...Thank you,” she accepted the paper bag you held out delicately, eyeing the package suspiciously. You held back a giggle when she looked at you again, “Anything else?”

“Oh, um,” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, obviously nervous, “I’m taking Koda to the park nearby and I thought maybe you’d like to come with us. If you can, of course.”

Sam couldn’t really, it was still a few hours before her shift ended at the coffee shop, but she didn’t want you to leave without the promise of seeing you again.

“Of course,” she found herself replying instead, “I can meet you there in a few minutes.”

She knew she’d made the right decision when you gifted her with one of your warm smiles.

“Okay! Nice,” you nod, absently twirling your dog’s leash around your fingers, startled by the sudden, loud bark he lets out at the delay, breaking the oblivious bubble you were in, “Alright, I should go before he starts trying to jump over the counter.”

Sam barely hears the sound of the bell announcing your departure over how loudly her heart pounds in her ears.

It takes a lot of willpower and her last pack of good cigarettes to convince her insufferable coworker — who’d watched the whole thing with a bored expression and loudly chewing gum while cleaning the coffee machine — to cover the rest of her shift. He ended up ordering her lunch too, thinking it might be something special, only to complain when he was met with a sad peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a carton of warm apple juice. Tara really didn’t cook… but then why had she done that?

(She laughed at him anyway.)

“You owe me, Carpenter,” he grumbled, taping a note to her arm that had fallen out of the package.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Sam was out the door before he could change his mind.

Taking a deep breath of the damp autumn air, she picked up the yellow post-it note curiously, recognizing her sister’s handwriting immediately.

‘u looked so depressed lately that I

decided to send u a gift

DO something this time

good luck!!’

She knew. She fucking knew that smartass had set her up. Sam should have guessed it before. Tara would never let her get away with this without doing something with her own hands. At least she hadn’t brought Mindy into the scheme this time.

The park you had mentioned was more like a small square and with the rainy cold weather of the last few days, it was pretty empty. Sam could spot you without difficulty, sitting on one of the few benches watching the scenery and she made her presence known when she got close enough.

“Can he even sit still sometimes?” Sam asked, hands in her bomber jacket pockets, pointing with her chin at the dog playing alone on the grass. You moved a little so she could sit next to you and subtly moved closer when she did.

“It rained last night and he's a big fan of puddles,” you chuckled, “I guess he's just excited, we haven't been out much lately.”

He wasn't the puppy he'd been when Sam had first seen him a few months ago and the sight of him running around the trees chasing flowers and stray twigs was actually quite funny.

“He's so covered in mud that it looks like a bear.”

“Well, his name's Koda,” you pointed out amusedly, “I would have called him Pongo but he always looked more like a small bear than a dalmatian anyway.”

She snorted, “If you say so.”

Sam couldn't remember a time when she felt so relaxed, with the weight of your shoulder resting against hers, enjoying the weather of the early season, the ground covered in orange and yellow leaves framing your surroundings.

She couldn't stop the restlessness she felt inside her chest, watching your profile. Feeling warm inside, but also shivering with a terrible fear of ruining everything. Do something, do something, do something echoing like a mantra in her head.

Sam took a deep breath. She'd faced murderers before, for God's sake! She could be braver than that.

"So..." She coughed, "Tara set this up, you know? The lunch stuff and everything."

You turned your attention to Sam, raising an eyebrow with a confused look.

"She did?" You asked, "Why would she do that?"

It's now or never, Carpenter. Focus.

“She did it so I could see you,” she looked away, “Because I missed you. Because I…” She felt your hand reach for hers and noticed a fallen leaf on your shoulder.

“Because you…?” your voice echoed anxious. She could do this. She's going to do this.

“I—”

A loud howl scared the two of you and you turned to see Koda behind a pile of leaves, pupils dilated and jumping up and down.

“Oh no.”

“What?” She stammered.

“He saw a pigeon.”

You see, Sam is not a pet person. She has only had one guinea pig her entire life and only before her father left and a 6-year-old Tara let it escape from its cage never to be seen again – poor Darwin would always be remembered – she does not know how to handle dogs, much less big, excitable ones like yours.

Yet she grabs the leash from your hands when you finally reach your dog who won't stop barking at a tree and ignores your warnings that he is heavy and strong, Sam, it will end up dragging you away and tries to gently pull him to convince him to let go so you can get out of there. Because she is big and strong and she wants to show you that she can handle a mere happy dog.

He acknowledges her like she wanted and also drags her like you said he would.

This manages to surprise her more than the first stab wound she took, how one minute she’s standing still, telling your silly dog ​​to walk in a confident condescending tone, and the next she’s running at full speed through the trees and puddles of the park, your worried voice ringing behind her, as does your laughter.

“Sam!” you exclaimed from a distance, hands cupped around your mouth and dark red scarf falling from your neck, “You need to stop!”

She does stop, yes, but only after your dog has already circled her and Sam must be a ridiculous sight with a colorful leash wrapped around her legs and a dog panting with its tongue out next to her.

“Oh my god,” you lean in closer, unable to hide the amusement in your voice, “Are you okay?”

Sam huffed, feeling a strand of hair fall across her face: “A little help would be appreciated.”

“Sure,” you laughed, reaching out to carefully untangle it, “Maybe I should call him Pongo after all.”

She rolled her eyes: “Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you, it’s just cute.”

Sam opened her mouth to retort, only to realize how close you two were, with your hands resting on her shoulders to steady her and your faces just inches apart, your breath tickling her skin. You seemed to realize the same thing, tongue coming out to wet your lips, your gaze fixed on her mouth.

Do something. Do something. Do something.

She finally does something. She kisses you.

It's all a mix of sensations, she feels when you sigh, breathing through your nose in surprise and satisfaction, she feels where your hands tighten on the fabric of her jacket and tastes you, warm lips contrasting with the cold skin of your cheeks, with traces of coffee, lipstick and something else so undeniably you that Sam swears her heart might stop.

You pull apart hesitantly, breathing fast, noses touching, eyes shining, and she feels herself falling, literally. Your dog jumps on your waist, demanding to be petted, and you fall, taking Sam with you.

Landing in a pile of leaves is more uncomfortable than the movies make it out to be, but Sam can’t find it in herself to protest when you’re the one on top of her. She smiles and you laugh out loud. She didn’t mess up.

“You’re covered in leaves,” you say, running your fingers through her hair, “And your face is smeared with black lipstick.”

She scoffs, “I wonder who’s responsible for that.”

“He is,” you point innocently at the dog standing next to you.

Sam rolls her eyes, but cups your face with her cold hands to pull you close again, and the second kiss she gives you is just as magical as the first.

Tara doesn’t expect to find a dog taking up the entire couch for the first time in days when she comes back from Chad’s dorm after sending you off on a fake mission to find her sister. Yet, hours later, there it is, with one of the sneakers she forgot to put away when she got home from class stuck in his mouth and trails of mud and leaves across the room.

“C’mon, man, that’s not a toy!”

She hears a laugh and finds herself face to face with Sam, looking completely filthy despite the sound of the shower running in the hallway and Tara knows Quinn isn’t home yet. Oh.

“So, you finally did something?”

Sam nods solemnly, pointing to the dark kiss etched into her jaw.

“I did.”

[aeli-tan-art]

thumbnails for a Disco Elysium animatic! this will probably take me a while since i wanna study their art style

music: Help Me by AWAY ft koda

[saturdays--sun]

gaps in the sunlight

uchikoshi said anything is canon in zero escape, so here's my real and canon happy ending with aoi <3

[ aoi / santa | ~2.5k words ] [ cw: vague spoilers for the ending of 999 + ztd. aoi is himself and all that entails (an argument ft. lots of swearing). one offhanded reference to suicidal ideation. ]

against the sunlight, koda squinted.

when she stepped out of the underground bunker, it felt as if forty tons of weight had slipped off her shoulders and onto the dusty ground beneath her. the anxiety that had gripped her for the last handful of hours (days? just how long had they been in there, jumping aimlessly through spacetime?) faded away, dissipating until she finally felt at ease — like she wasn't one misstep away from dying; like she wasn't walking a tightrope of life and death anymore.

she'd never been so happy to be underneath the burning sun; to feel its warmth on her skin.

she'd never been so happy to be alive.

finally, after everything, she could rest.

reaching up, she shielded her eyes against the blinding light, gazing aimlessly off into the empty expanse around her. as far as she could see, there was nothing — no roads; no buildings; no anything — aside from the desert and the facility she had just emerged from with the rest of the people who had been forced through the decision game alongside her. it was almost suffocating, in an ironic way, how open everything was; how quiet and still and void it was. they were alone out here — she was alone out here. completely and utterly alone.

...until the sound of a car engine cut through the otherwise silent air.

snapping her head toward the sound, koda was met with the sight of an all-too familiar suv; and leaning against the front of it was an even more familiar figure, their hair a stark white against the orange backdrop of the nevada desert. her heart dropped into her stomach as if it had suddenly been turned into lead, her arm falling from her eyes and dangling limply by her side. disbelief overtook her thoughts, leaving her staring wide-eyed in shock.

n-no way...

she was just seeing things, wasn't she? the hell she had just gone through was so bad it had finally broken her, hadn't it? that her tormented and scarred brain had taken to hallucinating him as its last defense against shattering completely? it was fake — it had to be fake; she hadn't seen him in over a year, there was no way he would be here — but she caught herself walking towards him anyway, legs shaking and feet stumbling as she went.

he would disappear when she got close enough — she would reach a threshold and he would vanish from her life again, to a place she had no way of reaching, and she would feel her heart turn to ice all over again. he would leave her alone once again, wondering if she ever truly meant anything to him at all; wondering if he would ever come back; knowing that he wouldn't.

but with every step, his figure only grew more solid. his features grew more defined — she could make out his eyes; the crease between his eyebrows; the way his mouth was turned down in a small frown. with each step, it became easier and easier to see him — to trick herself into believing he was real and there and finally in front of her again.

"...a-aoi...?"

as if saying his name made him real — solidified him; tied him to this world — he blinked at her, the worried scowl disappearing from his face in an instant. relief washed over his features; his arms uncrossed and dropped to his sides as if the muscles in them had given out — as if the tension that had held them over his chest was finally released.

and then he started running to her.

in what felt like an instant, koda was suddenly enveloped in a pair of arms, scooped up off the dusty ground and squeezed into a hug so tight it forced all the air from her lungs. a hand roughly landed on the back of her head, fingers tangling deeply into her hair, pressing her against his chest; nails dug into the small of her back through her shirt; a nose buried itself in her hair and let out a shaky breath into it.

"thank god." his voice was rough as he murmured it — strained, as if he were forcing himself to keep it from breaking; as if he were on the verge of crumbling before her. "i was so scared you were—" his head lifted up suddenly, blue eyes frantically scanning her face. "you're not hurt, are you?"

koda shook her head wordlessly, eyes wide with disbelief. "i-i'm okay," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. with each second that passed as she stared at him — at him; at the person she'd been desperately wanting to see again for a year; at aoi — the shock began to wear off and the reality began to sink in, deeper and deeper, until hot tears were sliding down her cheeks. "a-aoi, i—"

"what the fuck were you thinking?!"

the question — angry and loud and out of nowhere — startled her into abrupt silence.

aoi's expression was no longer one of relief. now, his eyes were narrowed into a glare, an unreadable swirl of emotions dancing in his irises; his scowl had returned, lips pulled back just enough to show his teeth clenching together. his grip on her had released as quickly as his mood changed, leaving koda to stumble a step backward in confusion. he was mad — so mad that it instilled the smallest hint of fear in her heart.

so mad that all she could do was stare at him.

"h... huh?" the tears she had been crying stopped; dried in an instant. "w-what are you—"

"are you a fucking idiot?!" the sound of his fist coming down on the hood of the car made her jump. inside the dent he left in the metal was a faint smear of red; from his knuckles, it dripped to the ground; onto the toe of his boot. "why the fuck would you sign up for something like this?!"

why?

he had the nerve to ask why when he was the one who had abandoned her for over a year? when he was the reason she spent the last twelve odd months in a numb haze, only feeling something when she was crying over him? when he was the reason she had spiraled into such a deep depression that seven and lotus had taken to checking in on her every day to make sure she hadn't killed herself? when he was the reason it all got so bad she had to sign up for something like this just to clear her head?

he was the reason her life had fallen apart and he had the fucking nerve to ask why?

koda's eyes narrowed back at him, her shoulders shaking with a year's worth of pain and misery and anger. "what does it fucking matter?" she snapped back, her voice wavering in her throat. he didn't deserve an explanation, and she didn't want to give him one. "i wanted to. so i did."

"and what if something happened to you?!" for a moment, the anger in aoi's voice slipped and gave way to the truth of his emotions. panic had seeped into his tone; made it shake and pitch upward. "goddammit, you could have fucking died! did you ever think about that shit?!"

"why do you even care?! you abandoned me for a fucking year! so why—"

"because i love you, dumbass! that's why i fucking care!"

"i love you, too! but that doesn't—"

she froze.

koda's eyes grew wide — wider and wider until they were the size of saucers; until they started drying out and burning in the faint breeze that blew between them. her mouth hung slightly open, bottom lip twitching as it tried to form any one of the hundreds, thousands, of words that were racing through her jumbled mind.

"w-what?" she stuttered out, the word little more than a weak exhale. "w... w-what did you..."

aoi crossed his arms again, his head turning away from her as a shade of red slowly crept its way up onto his face. if she didn't know any better, she'd assume he was getting sunburnt. "...i said i love you." still-narrowed eyes flickered sideways to her, then away again with a short huff; and then, with a sigh of resignation, he turned back to her fully, his expression softening into something more gentle. "i love you, koda."

disbelief colored her exhausted features, her head twitching side-to-side in a small shake. "y... you..." she breathed out, her hands subtly beginning to shake. "y-you... you r... really..."

he didn't — he couldn't. if he did, then why... why had he left her? if he loved her, then why did he leave her alone to suffer by herself? if he loved her, then why hadn't she seen him once before this? if he loved her, then why did she have to go through timeline after timeline after miserable timeline just to get to speak to him again?

why?

why why why why?

she had started crying again without even realizing it.

"i do." aoi's voice pulled her free of the sinkhole she found herself slipping into; made her suddenly aware of the dampness on her cheeks once more. stepping forward, he closed the distance between them again, his hands cupping her face with far more gentleness than he seemed capable of. "i really do love you, koda."

"th-then why?" the words came tumbling out of koda's mouth before she could stop them, her heart cracking and melting and freezing all at once — filling with an unbridled mix of anger and love and happiness and bitterness. "w-why did you— w-why— y-you left a-and— i-i—"

she was slowly becoming incoherent. distantly, she feared it would annoy him.

a soft, feather-light kiss was pressed against her hairline; a moment later, his forehead leaned itself gently against hers. "i had to." his eyes, steady and unwavering, stared into her conflicted and teary ones. "i didn't want to— fuck, i really didn't want to, but—" anger flashed through his face — only for a moment; at a distant memory neither of them seemed to like. "—but i had to. to make sure you would stay safe."

it sounded like bullshit — like complete and utter bullshit — but there wasn't a hint of deception on his face; not a single ounce of anything that could be considered a lie. koda's hands weakly reached up to hold onto his wrists, her nails softly digging into the skin. "f-from what? i don't— i-i don't get it, i-i— y-you—"

"from—" he cut off with a suck of his teeth and an annoyed scoff that wasn't directed at her. for once, it was like he didn't have an answer — like he didn't have an easy explanation he could give her. "from everything, okay? i was involved in a lot of deep shit, and i... couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt." white eyebrows knit together; teeth clenched again. "so when i heard about you signing up for this fucking shit, i—"

aoi cut himself off with a shuddered breath, his fingers shaking against the sides of her face. for a brief moment, his eyes closed; and when they opened again, desperation shone in them.

fear shone in them.

"do you know how scared i was?" his voice was lower; shakier and far more fragile than she was used to hearing it. "i was so— so fucking scared, koda."

the confession made her sobbing slow down enough to let her breathe almost normally again; to let her thoughts stop being such an incoherent, jumbled mess. koda blinked softly up at him, tears dripping dripping onto his hands. "i-i was scared, too." pieces of memories flashed through her mind — memories of death and dying and impossible-to-beat odds and terror so big it rooted her in place. her breathing turned shaky again as the feeling overtook her again, a new wave of tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "i-i thought i was going t-to— i didn't think i'd— i-i'd ever s-see you again a-and—"

for the third time, koda started crying again.

and for the second time, aoi pulled her into his chest.

arms wrapped around her shaking shoulders while hers locked themselves around him, her fingers clutching onto the back of his shirt so tightly that her knuckles began to ache. in the still-damp spot from earlier, she cried into his chest, finally letting every emotion — every horrible and painful and scary emotion — she suppressed for so long tear its way out of her.

"p-please don't— d-don't leave again..."

the words spilled messily past her lips before she could stop them — the pathetic desire she'd harbored for over a year, the one she desperately tried to swallow and ignore, filling the air between them. it was futile — she knew it was; she knew there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say, that would guarantee his staying — but it came out anyway amidst her sobs.

a desperate plea that would never—

"i won't."

aoi's voice made her freeze; made her body go rigid; made her breath catch in her throat and her eyes go wide. she stared, unblinkingly, into the fabric of his shirt before mustering up enough courage to tilt her head back to look up at him. "h... huh...?" she asked quietly, her voice little more than an exhale of disbelief.

"i won't." he repeated it, his tone soft and resolute. one of his arms left her shoulders so his hand could run through her hair, pushing it from her face so he could lean down and leave a lingering kiss to her forehead. "i won't leave you again."

the fear that he might be lying wormed its way into koda's heart — sunk its claws in; chased away any happiness his words might have otherwise brought her. her fingers shook softly against his shirt, struggling to force the image of him leaving again — of waking up alone again — out of her head. "...y... you promise...?"

"yeah." he breathed it out against her; into her hair; as his arm returned to his shoulders; as he held in her a vice grip she couldn't have escaped even if she wanted to. aoi buried his nose in her curls, effectively pushing her head back into its previous position against his chest. "i promise."

his heart thumped steadily in her ear, the sound working to calm her down; to soothe her nerves; to bring her tears to a stop; to finally piece together the shattered remains of her heart. he was here — he was here and he was holding her and he was staying.

"i'm not going anywhere this time."

and that was all she had ever wanted.

[its-tiamat]

Okay so! Do you mind if I ask a head Canon about the cat and kittens interacting with Class, 1-A? Ft maybe Aizawa and All Might

|| CLASS 1A INTERACTING WITH AMARIS AND THE KITTENS ||

Yayyy kittens! If anyone is interested, this headcanons are the sequel to this oneshot xoxo

Koda has earned the position of official cat translator, he's flustered by all the attention he gets but it's fine as long as he's helping everybody to get along.

Everybody loves Amaris and her kittens. The only one who still refuses to cuddle them and even dares to pretend they aren't adorable is Bakugo. Thus, Amaris likes to lay down in his lap and smugly refrain him from moving. "Awww, she likes you so much!" everyone always remarks as Bakugo finally pets the fluffy white cat.

Iida is always the first one to get up, so he's in charge of the feeding. It didn't take long for the kittens to associate his face with getting food, so whenever one of them gets scared and hides or runs away, Iida is the quickest to win back their trust.

Uraraka is the one who rescues them when they get stuck on trees though lol.

Momo is constantly creating cat toys, because the kittens keep losing them and she has to quickly offer a replacement before they target something else, be it the curtains or Mineta's head. Jirou's earlobes were also attacked a couple of times, but she got hurt so bad that even Amaris seemed angry at her babies.

The cats still sleep on the All Might blanket, instead of sleeping in one of the twelve beds Shoto got them. There is one in almost every room, and I am afraid if it were for in there would be one in the bathroom and one in the classroom too. He just spoils them so much lol, and he will never say it but it kinda hurts him to see they still prefer the blanket. But yeah, he gets it, and in the end he just wants them to feel at home. Wherever they want their home to be.

Speaking about classrooms, it's just so common to find a cat asleep in your backpack when you are already in class that Mr. Aizawa just allows them to stay. The other teachers are used to it too by now. The cats all seem to have a soft spot for Mr. All Might, though: whenever one of them spots him, they run and climb him to make biscuits in his arms. His smile is adorable.

Kirishima bathes them as he's the only one that can do so without getting scratches all over his arms.

Dark shadow is lowkey scared of Amaris bc she's a good damn hunter and he's bird shaped sooo whenever she brings back a prey he shivers, hoping he won't be next. Tokoyami, on the other hand, can't stop petting her and sometimes you can spot him on the roof at night giving her the last pets before going to sleep.

Finally, you know how cat can sense when someone is in distress right?

When Izuku comes back from a really really hard training session all the cats gather around him, in his arms, on his lap or even on his head and just keep him warm, purring softly. There are no thoughts, head empty, only cats. Everyone stays there until he's asleep, and momma Amaris often stays even until he wakes up again.

masterlist

[justloosecannons]

The Breakdown / Jake ft Eden

when: 3/25 where: jake’s room mentions: koda and wesley description: after their argument, eden comes by - and it spins into the reveal of all the impacts of jake’s selfishness trigger warnings: mentions of surgery, body altering, dysmorphia, and sexual acts and/or mentions of cheating, self hatred @partialhearts​​

Eden:

she can't just leave it like this, it's been days, she hasn't seen jake, or heard from him and she knows she's hurt him. he's breaking her heart, all over again, does he know that? it's obvious jake has no idea what he does to eden, or how difficult this has been for her, too. "is jake in?" she asks koda when he answers the door, exchanging a few quick pleasantries before she's rapping on jake's door for his attention. "jake -- can i -- can we talk?"

Jake:

he hadn't gone out with the friends that he should have - instead, attempting to numb the hole in his chest with alcohol and bad decisions. the most recent of which, happened to be a scuffle with a guy at the bar. one that had been obscenely bragging about hooking up with the love of jakes life. and for that, he got a busted lip and a black eye. but, if you asked jake - you should see the other guy. hearing a series of raps at his door, his heart caught in his throat at the familiar voice. "y-yeah?"

Eden:

she has no idea what is going to come of this talk, but she knows that her and jake have to work out some kind of boundaries. eden has to apologise, at least. "i heard -" she swallows thickly, seeing the damage for herself now. "i heard you got into a fight." she feels guilty somehow, because this is so unlike jake, he's not the violent type. "are you okay?"

Jake:

she steps closer, and immediately, he's ingulfed in her scent and without meaning to - it soothes him. "i'm fine." he nods, scribbling words off to the side of the book hes reading before sliding a bookmark into place and dropping it to the nightstand. "you don't have to look at me like that." he sighs, noting the look of worry on her features. "it's alright."

Eden:

it's not alright, since when did jake get into physical altercations? she sighs, pushing forward so she can get a better look but she keeps herself at a safe distance. "jake -- this isn't like you." but that's not what she's here for, so she swallows down her pride. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry for kissing you. i shouldn't have let that happen."

Jake:

“oh.” he rasps, immediately assuming that the girl had regretted such an action, which somehow only makes him feel worse. “okay - that’s... yeah.” he swallows thickly as he shifts just enough to let his legs hang off of the bed. “it won’t happen again.”

Eden:

she's been selfish, thinking she could have her cake and eat it, thinking that she could have jake, and every other guy that looked her way. she was doing everything that he had done, playing from a book jake had written. "i just - i was still holding onto you, i guess. i think maybe i always will be.

Jake:

there was a small ounce of him that felt reassured by her mention of an always holding onto him. for, he knew there was no one else bette suited, or with settling down for. “i shouldn’t have made any sort of assumptions - it was just jarring...”

Eden:

guilt settles heavy in her chest, and she stares at jake, stares at his black eye, stares at his sad puppy dog look. he always looks like he's been kicked when he speaks to her. "you always make me feel like i'm in the wrong."

Jake:

his head lulled forward as he let the words sink in, feeling heavy and a lot like there was a crack all the way down his body that he couldn’t mend. “you aren’t wrong. i deserved all of this.”

Eden:

it's not up to eden to decide what it is he deserves, she's not doing this in purpose, it's not as if she thought it would hurt jake. "i nearly killed myself trying to love you, jake. i turned myself inside out trying to be perfect, it was all i wanted - you were all i wanted."

Jake:

guilt sets heavily in his chest once more as she speaks, leaning his head back against the wall behind him. "i..." he cleared his throat as he leaned over to rifle through his bag for a moment, handing her another note, scribbled with an little piece of paper that he had considered giving her prior (see notes channel). "here i..." he held his hand against his bruised stomach as he sat up.

Eden:

she stares at the paper, and all it does is hurt. "you give me crumbs." eden snaps, tears building in her eyes. she can't take it anymore, all of these notes, these bullshit promises you keeps making me like you're dangling a relationship in front of me on a god damn thread.  you don't want this, you've never wanted this. i fucking did everything i could to be the perfect girlfriend, everything except take care of myself."

Jake:

"i- what?" his brows furrowed as his eyes flicker over her features. didn't want her? it was quite the opposite. how could he have been so impossibly bad at showing that. "that's not.... eden, that's not true. you.... you have to know that i loved you... right?"

Eden:

"did i know that, did i?" she says, tears streaming from her eyes. "you didn't love me, if you loved me you would never have hurt me, you would have thought about what you were doing every fucking time you ran off with someone else. you think it hurts? you think seeing me with other guys hurts? imagine what it feels like doing that....for years, for fucking years. i couldn't eat, i couldn't sleep, you were all i thought about. i was scared of putting on weight, i was scared of cutting my hair in a way you might not like, i was scared every time you didn't pick up the phone. you....loved me, because i was stupid enough to let you walk all over me. because i was the dumb fucking dog that wouldn't leave your side, no mater how many times you left me out in the cold."

Jake:

the words empty into the air and seem to slice into him, burying themselves deep inside. at first, he's confused - lost on how anyone that he felt so strongly about, could ever feel like they weren't loved. but, the longer that she explains it, the deeper his heart sinks, realization rolling over him again and again. "no that... that can't be right, eden. you.... you're the only.... you ...." but, he didn't have an argument, because everything she had said, was valid. "it wasn't like that." his voice cracks, ready to explain exactly why he had been such a fool all along, his hand immediately wiping a tear from his face.

Eden:

he doesn't get it, he never has, he's selfish, he can only see his own pain, his own insecurities - he was too focused on himself that he never saw how broken she was every time she let him back in. "i gave you...every piece of me that i had. i did everything you wanted." the woman stares at him, pleading, just hoping for once he'd fucking understand. "and you couldn't even stay. you never stayed, you took any opportunity you had to leave me. i could cry, and cry, and cry, but it didn't matter to you. why don't you see that?"

Jake:

he’s quiet. no words, whispers, or pleas. for the first time in his life - he feels an overwhelming and all consuming amount of self hatred, realizing that he was running and searching for affirmations whenever he felt he needed them, because he felt like he wasn’t good enough - and all the while he had been doing that to her. “i never... i never wanted to be the guy that made you feel that way. i...”

Eden:

she can't stop herself from crying, now she's finally letting all out, there's no stopping the downstream of tears that comes. "you didn't want to be any guy for me." she says, her throat hoarse. "you made that perfectly clear. i wasn't enough, i was never enough. all i wanted was to be yours, it was all i ever wanted. i didn't want anyone else. so i'm sorry if the way i'm acting is hurting you, and i know it sucks, but i'm not doing this for you, or to hurt you. i'm doing this for me, because all i've ever done is bleed myself dry, for you."

Jake:

the organ that once was his heart, is gone - missing entirely as he looks at her with wide, devastated eyes. he had somehow made her believe that she wasn’t worth every star in the sky. the one thing he was assigned to do as he boyfriend, and he had fallen short. wiping his face, he can only manage a nod - understanding entirely that he had single handedly wrecked a future with the only woman that he loved. “i understand. he whispers, chancing one more look at her as his lower lip trembled. “it was never about you - for the record. it was me. it was my own things. you... god, i loved you so much, i couldn’t breathe. but... fuck.”

Eden:

eden shakes her head, it's too little too late, it's the same fight, every time, he tells her he loves her, like it makes a difference. "you loved me, but you loved fucking around with other girls more." she states, her eyes red, tears still falling, but now it's frustration rather than upset. "i have to live for myself now, i have to, because if i keep doing this - jake i can't."

Jake:

he wants to beg. to plead. to tell her a million times over that he hadn’t realized what he was doing. that he needed her. but, her words sound a lot like giving up, and he can’t bring himself to blame her. not after the new information he’s been given. “i understand. i... i didn’t know how awful it was, and now... i’m almost mad at you for staying.” the laugh that pulled out is so painful. “i’ll leave you alone - i didn’t know that i was making things worse.”

Eden:

"you just don't get it, do you? everything i did, every move i made, it was all about you. i could have gone anywhere for school - anywhere but instead i chose to stay here, because i wanted....i wanted to see you. i wanted to be closer to you."

Jake:

guilt sets in ten fold, like a train ramming right into his frame and leaving him deflated and defeated. he had known he made mistakes, but the more she spoke, the more he was certain that he couldn’t have possibly been worse for her. what he once was certain was his soulmate - his endgame, was tugged away. and it was on him. “eden -“ he whispers, his voice cracking, too ashamed to even look up at her. “i get it, okay? can you just... can you give me a minute, please? this is a lot to process and i just...” he sighed heavily, his fingers quickly brushing his tears away. “i didn’t know. im sorry that i never bothered to know.”

Eden:

she looks at him sadly, again, it's about jake, it's always about him. and she gets it, he needs time to process, she feels guilty, and so eden slinks back, nodding her head as she wraps her arms around herself. "yeah - okay." she stares at the ground, biting down upon her lower lip.

Jake:

clenching his jaw in repetitions, he tries to steady his aching heart and connect the dots, his world thoroughly and completely demolished. “okay....” he breaths, looking over at her with wide, sad eyes. “i want you to tell me everything. i... i mean, you basically did. i just - i was obviously too blind to see this before, and i just...” he clears his throat, shifting on his bed and catching a loose thread from his jeans in his fingers. “i didn’t know. and that’s... it’s my fault. i’m... im just sorry that i messed it all up and that i made you feel like i didn’t love you.... or want you. that’s wansnt how.... that wasn’t fair. you were always enough. it was my job to make sure you felt that way, and i failed you - and i’ll regret that for the rest of my life.”

Eden:

"what do you want me to say, jake? i spent 2 years in therapy because of you. i was hospitalised because i wasn't eating, i starved myself, you didn't even -" she looks at him sadly. "you weren't there when i needed you. i'm always there when you need me." it's her own fault, really, she struggles to reach out for help, she doesn't know how, she's far too busy looking after everyone else that she neglects to ask for help for herself, but jake should have known, shouldn't he? "i got surgery because i thought...i thought if i looked more like those other girls....prettier, sexier...."

Jake:

he’s not sure which new information weighs heavier, or if he’s ever really hated himself as much as he did in this very moment. “i don’t... i...” he rasps, furrowing his brows as he starts to connect the dots. why had it taken him so long? surely he wasn’t dumb - he should have caught the signs. he should’ve checked in. he should’ve shown her. “i’m sorry. i didn’t... i’m so...” his voice cracked as he pulled his knees ups, his elbows pressing against them, cradling his hands between his palms, and instantly - he feels 15 years old again. he had mis-stepped so drastically that he had wound up making someone that he cared so deeply for, feel the way that he had 8 years prior. long, calloused fingers slid through his curls as the realization of the damaged caused truly set in. he had ruined her. broken her. his body heaved as he tried to force breath into his lungs between the barely audible sobs and whimpers of mantras of strung together apologies slipped from his lips. she never deserved that. him. the damage. the trauma. not any of it, and he had been essentially leading her on with what he thought were sweet nothings. “i’ll stop. i swear i’ll... i’ll stay away. you won’t see me again. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

Eden:

he's hurting and she wishes she could comfort him, she wishes she could push down her emotions and take care of jake without getting her hopes up. but she knows that if she takes him into his arms, she'll be lost forever. the tears come rolling down her face, and she knows that this is it, that they're done, it's over, finally she was going to walk away from jake and not look back, it was like losing a limb. "all i wanted was you, there was never any other option for me." she tells him, holding her hands to her eyes, hiding the tears as best she can. "i have to go, jake. i'm sorry."

[hydrangeasimagination]

The Brothers Three Masterlist P. 2

So... The first post apparently has too many links so I made another one.

PART ONE OF THIS POST

Dad Might ft. Big Bros Baku, Deku, & Todo

(Putting these under the cut for the sake of continuity)

= MANGA SPOILERS =

Key:

Fluff - 💕

Angst - 💔

Spicy - 🙊

Not so Safe for the Workplace - 💦

Dark Themes - 🖤

Death - 💀

Spoilers - ⭐

Not all headcanons are marked (there is a lot of them)

Chapters / Main Writing:

Full Tag

Side Stories:

Full Tag

How Mochi & Tenshi lost their virginity HCs [🙊] 

Mochi & Tenshi’s Contact Names [💕]

Drabble: Kotatsu Cuddles [💕]

Drabble: Recharging [💕]

Drabble: Christmas Cookies(Villain AU) [💕💔]

Drabble: Something There(Villain AU)(Hawks X Tenshi) [⭐💕💔]

Drabble: Nightmares [💔💕]

Incorrect Quotes Pt. 3

Red // A Poem [💔]

Clean (Kiyoi AU)(Overhaul X Kiyoi) + Art [🖤🙊]

Toshinori & Mochi hit with aged down quirk HCs [💕]

Home Sweet Home (Christmas Special)(Shinsou X Mochi) [💕]

The Way of the Househusband (Dabi ft. Shigaraki)  [💕]

Love Like You (Dabi’s S/O - Reader Insert)(Villain AU) [💕]

Loosely, Gently (Enji’s S/O - Reader Insert) [⭐💕💔]

Mochi Designs + Submissions:

Designs of Mochi by animesportboys​ & trashyloonastan‘s

Male & Female Mochi Moodboards [🖤]

All of the TBT Nonnies + Mitsu’s Dorm Room Design

TBT Animatic - “Forever Now” [💕💔]

Headcanons / Talking:

Full Tag

Mochi going from 0 to 100

Friends and Fam on Yanderes

Best Jeanist reacts to Mochi

Family learning Mochi isn’t a virgin [🙊]

The Admirers and Mochi as Disney Fairytales

Bros & Admirers react to Mochi saving them while yelling “vibe check”

Denki “Simba”ing Mochi + the Bro’s reactions

TBT Fam & Admirers react to Mochi censoring themselves

TBT Fam react to Mochi pulling the ‘no eyebrows’ prank

Mochi being vine famous and the type of content they post

Mochi eating cinnamon rolls and mochi

The Sports Mochi would play

TBT reacting to Mochi having a hickey [🙊]

If Mochi was taken away from their parents at a young age

Iida being a Mom Friend

Denki as Hitoshi’s Wingman, Kyoka as Momo’s Wingwoman

Volunteering at the Animal Shelter & Friendship w/ Koda

Genderqueer Mochi

TBT + Mochi and Dinner at the Todoroki’s [⭐]

Mochi on “Through Heaven’s Eyes” [💔]

TBT Family Unit at Mochi’s Wedding

Mochi making flower crowns + meanings

Future Mochi as a parent + TBT reactions to baby

How the TBT had viewed Mochi as a sibling in a short amount of time

Magnetic Quirk

Mochi on sweets thievery

How Katsuki keeps unwanted suitors away

1-A bets on Mochi’s Sleeping Arrangements

Mochi with ADHD

Katsuki & Mochi’s Bedhead + Hair

Mochi hiding & How Katsuki finds them

General HCs P. 2 [💕]

Hitoshi Asks

Artsy Mochi and Drawing Everywhere

Winter + Gift Giving

Cold and Clinging to Warmer Brother

Mochi on telling TBT they love them

Bone Quirk Mochi and Ruining Clothes

Mochi in Two Heroes Movie

Mochi on making food for Family + Friends

Future/Pro Hero Mochi seeing regretful biological parents [💔]

Mochi Having Bad Fever Dream [💕💔]

Internship with Hawks??

Why Bakugo Katsuki? + Before Bentō

More Mitsuki, Inko, and Rei

Iida being a Mom Friend P. 2

Bentō: Aftermath w/ Aizawa [💔]

Overhaul’s View on Mochi [🖤]

Fam on Heartbreak [💔]

Mochi getting along with Eri

Mistletoe w/ The Admirers

Mochi’s Friendship with Shoji

Mochi on dying Their Hair

Mochi on Katsuki’s S/O

Mochi on Self Harm [🖤]

Mochi hanging out with Kirishima and TetsuTetsu

Mochi getting the flu on Christmas

Chibi Mochi with the Admirers

Mochi and American Slang

Katsuki finding Mochi in a strange place

Valentine’s Day!!

Present Mic and Mochi’s Secret Handshakes

Chill Trio Hangouts

If Mochi Interned with Fatgum

Fandom Troubles

Hitoshi being a softy for Mochi [⭐ ch. 195]

Getting Guard Dogs

Speaking about Toshinori’s Spouse

The Possibility of Vigilante Mochi

More Kitty Mochi ft. Hitoshi

Mochi nearly collapsing [🖤]

Mochi on Nighteye’s Death [💀💔]

If Mochi Interned with Uwabami

Mochi getting buried in letters on Valentine’s Day

Asa & Recovery Girl on Mochi’s Scars [🖤💔]

Upon Asa being Protective

Mochi’s Abusers on UA + Mochi’s First Civilian Casualty [🖤💔]

Mochi with Wolf Quirk

Foreigner Mochi [🖤]

Mochi being sweet and oblivious

Mochi during the lock in

Mochi asking what “simp” means

Mochi getting a Tumblr blog

Bunch of Asks

Mochi having a sugar rush/crash

Tenshi / Villain Mochi AU:

Full Villain AU Tag

LOV reaction to Tenshi’s kitten sneeze

Tenshi making friendship bracelets for the League

Family learning Tenshi isn’t a virgin [🙊]

Tenshi cuddling with plushes

The League react to Tenshi being turned into a cat

Insight on how the LOV’s toddler Tenshi situation

Tenshi on self-care

Dabi and Tenshi on rough-housing

Tired Tenshi and Dabi after a mission

Underground on harming Tenshi [💔🖤]

If Tenshi was taken away from their parents at a young age

Things Tenshi has said to the Pros, Hawks, and Overhaul [💔🖤]

More Sleepy Tenshi

LOV at Tenshi’s Wedding

Muscular versus meeting Tenshi

How Tenshi first came to Tomura’s attention/meeting Kurogiri

Magne teaching Tenshi to intimidate people

Dabi calling Tenshi “kid”

Himiko gifting Tenshi a knife

Jin giving Tenshi a talk about safe sex [🙊]

Tenshi and Dabi on teasing eachother

Sick Tenshi P. 2

Tenshi vs Endeavor ft. Dabi is Touya Theory [💔]

Sick Tenshi P. 3

Redestro on Tenshi

Cold and Clinging to Warmer Brother

Prison Break: Shie Hassaikai Arc [⭐🖤]

Tenshi Having Bad Fever Dream [💔]

Video Games with Tenshi and Tomura

MLA Arc: Tenshi’s Presents for the MLA [⭐]

Incorrect Quote w/ Twice

Tenshi on Dabi’s Spouse

LOV on Heartbreak [💔]

Tenshi’s Pet Crow

Archangel (Hawks X Tenshi) Asks [⭐]

Chibi Tenshi vs The New Recruit

Twice and Tenshi going on an Adventure

Tenshi having metal arms [💔]

The Pros attempting to rehabilitate Tenshi

LOV Fam meeting the All Smite Unit

Meme with Tenshi, Dabi, Toga, and Nomu

Would Hawks ever view Tenshi as a sibling?

Hawks switching sides for Tenshi [💕💔]

Hawks: Original Intent(Archangel) [⭐🖤💔💕]

Archangel Angst [⭐🖤💔]

Other AUs:

AU where Tenshi is like Snowball from “Secret Life of Pets”

Traitor Denki AU: Mochi Reacts [💔]

Traitor Denki and Tenshi General HCs [🖤💕]

What if: Mom Night?

Ten Years Later TBT & Young Mochi + TYL Mochi & Young TBT

TYL Husband Hitoshi + Husband Neito & Young Selves

Traitor Izuku AU: Mochi Reacts [💔]

Quirk and Personality Swap AU HCS

TBT FAM & LOV finding out if Mochi & Tenshi would be forced into a quirk marriage if they weren’t saved [💔🖤]  

Teacher Family AU: Family Reactions [🖤💕]

Dad Might X Momnight AU - Mochi calling Nemuri “Mom”

Traitor Mochi AU [💔]

Cold/Distant Mochi AU [💔]

Mute Mochi & Tenshi AU [🖤💔]

Dad Might X Inko AU - Izuku & Mochi’s Reactions

More Traitor Denki and Tenshi HCs [💕]

Husband Hitoshi + Mochi Art - Babies?

Mochi dying on Work Studies AU [⭐💀🖤💔]

Pro Hero Mochi - Supporting Child Abuse Awareness

Husband Tamaki + Mochi Art - Babies?

What if Mochi met Hitoshi before UA? [💔💕]

What if Mochi met Himiko in their junior high years? [💕]

School Idol Mochi

Idol Mochi + Famous Musician Mochi

Idol Mochi + Cat Themes w/ Hitoshi

Idol Mochi + Stage Persona (Rock)

Idol Mochi + Shouto and Katsuki during make up exams

Idol Mochi + The LOV being Fans

Adult Idol Mochi + Merch

Cousin Hawks AU [⭐💔💕]

Cousin Hawks AU: About His Spy Work [⭐]

Traitor Tenshi: Getting close to TBT

Artificial Hero Mochi [💔💕]

Danganronpa AU(?)

Hogwarts AU

Hacker AU [🖤]

Fake Quirk / Actor AU P. 2

Deceased Mochi AU [💀💔]

Kakegurui Crossover P.1

Kakegurui Crossover P. 2

Kakegurui Crossover P. 3

Kakegurui Crossover P. 4

A/B/O / Omegaverse AU:

General

Omega Mochi asking Alphas to scent their belongings

Other classification and scents

Omega Mochi on Alpha Iida’s scent

Nesting Habits ft. AUs

Mitsu / All Smite Mochi AU:

Basics [🖤]

Differences

"Meeting” Uncle David

More on Uncle David

Mitsu is not the UA Traitor

Quirk Marriage

“Open Up Your Eyes”

All Smite Unit meeting the LOV Fam

Mitsu’s Love Interests

Nickname Origins

Fandom Troubles

Deaged / Baby Mitsu

Getting Guard Dogs

Speaking about Toshinori’s Spouse

Mitsu gets turned into a Kitten

Mitsu nearly collapsing [💔]

Smite being mother hen-like

Upon Asa being Protective

Asks About Mochi, Mitsu, Tenshi & Kiyoi:

Murdered Parents [💀🖤💔]

Blood Siblings? [💔]

Hair Dye Blabs

Doctors Troubles [🖤]

Early Life [🖤]

Playing Piano [💔]

If they never met found family? [💔]

What if AFO is their biological father? [💔]

About Eri [💔]

Anger Managing [🖤💔]

PTSD [🖤💔]

Hogwarts AU

Bunch of Asks

Immortality Quirk [💀🖤💔]

Comfort Space [🖤💔]

[laughable-lion-king-art]

Just thought I might add my two cents in: of course I traced back then XD it would be stupid to try and find excuses away from that, I traced, I franken-traced screenshots. The difference is I realized all those years ago (I think 8 or more, I dunno) that it wasn't a good way to draw and went at it all freehand ever since, felt a lot more gratifying when I realized I could draw them just fine freehand (also for the record, that one Koda wasn't FT, it was entirely traced off one Simba XD )

[adraveins]

Who am I if I don’t share a Watcher/Eothas playlist also?

1. Satellite. Starset.

You are my fate / Give me warning / If you lead I will follow / A thousand miles away / I will be your Apollo / Alone in outer space

2. Walls Down. MEMBA ft. EVAN GIIA

Common ground to stand on / You push me and there’s friction / Go ahead give me all your fight / It’s all I need / I just want to feel your light / It’s all I need

3. The Search. Bronze Whale ft. Koda.

You move so fast / You fell from high / I’m still searching for your sunlight / And like all the stars / You will fall apart

4. Hot As Day. Wye Oak.

When the sun is its most bright / Stare into its light / Do not close your eyes / Oh, isn’t that a fright? / Birth to eternal night / That someone decides each day

5. Move On Me. Fink.

That look I know so well / It’s a heaven with a taste of hell / On your lips and down within / Drown my soul, baby, let it begin

6. Beam (Orchestral Mix). Mako ft. Angel Taylor.

I could give you the sky / And the light will guide you / Run in the wild / That’s where I’ll find you / Open your mind to all that blinds you

[bnhabadass]

BNHA Halloween Day 16 - Bury

@bnha-halloween2019 | Day [16]: [Bury] / [Class 1-a] | [Everyone] | [Slight use of swear words]

A fun little Drabble ft. a dead hamster

“All right who did it!?!” Bakugo stormed down the stairs, hands popping out of fury.

“Who did what?” Uraraka lifted her head up from Tsu’s lap where is was resting. The magazine she was reading was now set down on her thigh.

“I think you know what I’m talking about.” He held up, by just a claw, a dead hamster.

“Ew Bakugo what is that?” Mina almost choked on the slurpee she was drinking. The girls had all gotten back from a trip to the mall. Shopping bags and garbage from their takeout was strewn about the common area.

“Shut it, raccoon eyes. Who the hell put this thing in my bed?”

The sounds coming out of Bakugo’s mouth echoed throughout the dorm. Everyone came out of there rooms to see what all the ruckus was about.

“What’s going on here,” Iida said. It wasn’t even a question. He was just so iirate with Bakugo.

“It seems that someone has put a dead hamster in Bakugo’s bed.” Uraraka giggled at Tsu’s comment and laid her head back down in the girl’s lap.

“Bold of you to assume it was one of us and not Kaminari.”

All eyes were now on Kaminari who looked terrified, like everyone was about to gang up on him. “Jiro,” he said. “Why would you say something like that?”

“Hang on everyone.” Momo used her quirk to create a cane, yanking Bakugo away from Kaminari. “Do we know where the hamster came from?”

“Yeah.” It was Sato who spoke up. “Koda filled out some paperwork and the school provided him with an animal to practice his quirk on. I don’t know how it died, but it was alive last night.”

“Alright. So where is Koda?”

Everyone looked around, confused as to where he had run off to.

Sato sighed. “He had to go home for a few days. Family emergency.”

The room turned into an outburst of squabbles amongst the class. One might be able to make out the occasional “what do we do?” and “how did this even happen?” and even a “DIE ASSHOLE,” proceeded by Momo yanking Bakugo back with her cane, but only if they tried hard enough.

“Guys guys guys!” It was Ojiro who spoke up now. “I just got a text from Koda. He said he’s coming back tomorrow morning.”

“Ah shit,” Mina said. “Well it was nice knowing you all.” She tossed the empty slurpee cup behind her head and picked up her shopping bags, planning to walk out the door and never return.

“Hang on, Ashido.” Iida was clearly thinking hard as to what to do in this situation. “I think whoever was supposed to be taking care of this animal needs to be the one to break it to Koda. Then we’ll make it up to him somehow.”

“That’s the other thing.” Sato scratched the back of his neck. “It was an animal provided by the school, so there’s a crazy expensive fine if the animal is injured in any irreparable way. And I think death is pretty irreparable.”

“How expensive is it? I’m sure it can’t be that baAAAAAAAAAA” Iida screamed after Uraraka showed him just how much the school would be cheating their dear classmate out of his money. That was it. Iida was broken and was unsure of what to do at that point.

“Well,” Kaminari. “I think there’s only one option at this point. We need to pull of a heist. A group of us will bury the hamster, a group will go out and buy a new one, and a group will go stall if Koda tries to call, text, or come home early.”

“That has to be the shittiest plan I’ve ever heard, dunce face,” Bakugo said.

“Well does anyone have a better plan?”

The room was silent. No one wanted their classmate to have to have to pay a crazy expensive fine, and they didn’t want Koda to be upset with any of them.

“I didn’t think so,” Kaminari said. “Now me, Kirishima, Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Jiro will be on burial duty.”

“Don’t tell me what to–” Bakugo was cut off by Kirishima shushing him.

“Come on, man. He’s onto something.”

“Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsu, Iida, and Yaoyorozu will be on hamster buying duty. And the rest of you will be on distracting duty. Actually Tokoyami, maybe you should come with us. I don’t know, I feel like you’d do well at funerals.”

The only response Kaminari got out of that was a quiet, “revelry in the dark” from Tokoyami himself.

“Damn,” Midoriya said to no one in particular. “Who knew Kaminari would be good at delegating stuff.”

“Damn,” Uraraka said. “Who knew you could throw shade like that.”

“Does everyone know their job?” Kaminari looked around the room of nodding individuals. “Okay everyone. Break!”

Team Distraction (Sato, Shoji, Ojiro, Toru, Aoyama)

“What are we even supposed to do?” Toru asked. Everyone could tell she was playing with the hem of her shirt even though they weren’t able to see her hands. “I mean what are the odds he’ll–”

“Crap he just texted me!” Sato practically launched his phone across his room, where they were all situated.

“What does it say?”

“He wants to know how the hamster’s doing. Crap what do I tell him?”

“Tell him she’s napping,” Ojiro said.

“No that she’s running on the wheel. That way he’ll know she’s being active.”

“But she isn’t being active she’s dead,” Shoji popped in.

“Tell him that she’s magnific.” Aoyama flashed them all a glimmering smile.

“Alright alright alright,” Sato said. “I’ll tell him she’s running on the wheel.”

Another few minutes went by of chatting and laughing when Sato received another text. “Guys it’s Koda,” he said. He felt lightheaded. “The hamster doesn’t have a wheel.”

Team Burial (Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Jiro)

“Hamsty was a good hamster,” Kaminari said, making up this fake eulogy as he went. “She had a kind heart, though it was not very big and it gave out rather quick.”

“Be sure to make it deep, Bakugo,” Kirishima whispered as to not disturb Kaminari’s wonderful speech that was taking place. “We don’t want it to start smelling.”

Kirishima and Bakugo were digging a hole in the ground while Kirishima was speaking. Mina was crying at the death of such an innocent hamster while Sero was comforting her. Jiro had her arms crossed, wishing she was anywhere but there at that moment and Tokoyami was watching with intent, just as Kaminari had predicted.

“Shut up, shitty hair. This isn’t the first grave I’ve dug. I know what I’m doing.”

Jiro’s ears perked up at that last part. “What was that, Bakugo?”

“Huh?” The confused look on Bakugo’s face made everyone, other than Kirishima who was trying to have a touching moment, laugh.

“Whose grave have you dug?” Sero asked, edging onto the conversation. “Let me guess. Midoriya.”

Everyone burst out into an even louder and more annoying laughter.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugo went to use his quirk, but he couldn’t.

“What are you seven doing out here,” the familiar voice of Aizawa asked. “And tearing up the beautiful grass that was just planted.”

“Mr. Aizawa!” They were all scared shitless.

“You have three seconds to start explaining what is going on here.”

They all looked at each other and made the executive decision to run away in different directions. With so many of them and only one of him he couldn’t catch all of them, right? Boy were they wrong. Aizawa’s scarf is much more powerful than it looks, and it didn’t take long for all of them to be wound up in his capture weapon and dragged to his office.

Team Purchase (Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, Yaoyorozu)

“Alight everyone,” Iida said. “I think we should split up into teams of two and search the nearest pet stores for a look alike to the hamster Koda previously had.”

“Shouldn’t we not split up anymore than we already are?” Tsuyu asked. Uraraka nodded in agreement.

“Does anyone even know what the hamster looked like?” Everyone turned their eyes to Todoroki and it suddenly dawned upon them that no one knew exactly what they were looking for.

“It was light brown on the top I think,” Uraraka said. “Right?”

“Yeah and it had black eyes,” Midoriya said.

“I think they all have black eyes.” Yaoyorozu took out her phone and texted Kaminari an SOS.

“Well,” Tsuyu said. “I guess we’ll have to just go by memory.”

It was then that everyone got a text from Sato. Koda finished with his family early and would be back at the dorms later that night. The six looked up at each other and let out one concise “fuck.”

Heights Alliance

Everyone was gathered in the common room. Some of them had seriously scared looks on their faces as they had been chastised by Aizawa for the past hour. “Guys he’ll be here any minute. Where are Midoriya and the others?” Sato asked.

Mina looked at her phone. “Yaomomo said they’d be back any minute now.”

As if on cue, team purchase burst through the door holding a cardboard box that happened to be squeaking.

“Something really smells out there,” Uraraka said, holding her nose. “Like rotting.”

Kirishima nudged Bakugo in the side. They clearly did not dig a deep enough hole; not that they had the time to in any case.

“Did you guys find one?” Toru asked.

Iida carefully opened the box and took out the small creature inside. “This is the one we could find closest to what we remember about the creature.”

“It’s fine just go put it in it’s cage before Koda gets back!” Sato all but yelled.

The deed was done. They had replaced their friend’s dead hamster, and all they could do was wait for Koda to get back. When Koda did arrive at the dorms, everyone was ridden with anxiety, to say the least.

“Koda!!!” Mina yelled, wrapping him in a hug.

He stumbled back at the random display of affection, and at everyone for that matter, since they were all acting much friendlier than usual. The quiet boy brought his things up to his room after letting everyone know where he had been. He claimed that he was tired after a long day and could use a nap.

Everyone sighed in relief, confident that everything would be okay. That is until their phones rang with a message from Koda.

Koda: What did you all do to my hamster?

It was a simple question that shouldn’t have scared them, but everyone could tell there was some form of resentment behind it.

“Guys,” Kaminari said. “I may have jumped the gun on this one.”

Everyone glared at him, flashing eyes that could, no, would kill.

“On that note,” Kaminari ran out of the building, only to be chased by an angry mob of his classmates.

[sciophobis]

Shuffle Music Tag

I was tagged by @libre-mar ♥

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then choose 10 victims.

Koda - I used to think that love was forever Crywolf - FOREIGN TONGUES Celldweller - The Seven Sisters IC3PEAK - Грустная сука josh pan x AWAY - Mask Combichrist - Never Surrender One True God - Don't Ask Me Seven Lions ft. Ciscandra Nostalghia - Serpent Of Old CRASPORE - dharma Roniit - Wide Awake

I tag @simstrouble, @cinnnammon, @sunnybelloria, @rigel-sims, @nell-le, @windenlove, @honoreii, @martyamm

[liquidlikecats]

Songs that help me fall asleep/calm down:

Shattered by Koda

Bleach by anatu

Staying by Koda

Colors by Sylo & Goldchain

Fickle by Shylde

Salt by mAsis

Never letting go by Vexento

Honest to God by AWAY

Salt by B. Miles

Ships in the night by Mat Kearney

31/10 by RKCB ft. Dave Gibson

Bloom by RKCB

Daydreaming by RKCB

Fall through by RKCB ft. Kacy Hill

Closure by unlike pluto

Karma by Tülpa

Burn after writing by unlike pluto

[starscattered-blog1]

;random ocs

Full Name: Hanson Bernard Schuyler

Nickname(s): Hannie, Wolfy, Shortie

Title: None.

Age: 25

Birthdate: May 24th

Species: Werewolf.

Ethnicity: American & Japanese.

Gender: male (DFAB)

Preferred Pronoun(s): he/him/his

Sexual Orientation: pansexual & panromantic

Religion: agnostic theist

Occupation: none, searching

Status: alive

Fandom: n/a

Face Claim: Hibiki Kuze from Devil Survivor 2

Relationships

Parents:  Yasuo Kuge (father, alive), and Hilda Schuyler (mother, dead)

Siblings: Lucas Schuyler (older brother, dead), Rebecca Schuyler (older sister, alive)

Family: some aunts and uncles that he isn’t too close with

Significant Other(s): none

Children: none

Closest Friends: none (yet)

Rivals: none

Enemies: none

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Blue

Hair Color(s): Black

Height: 4′10

Weight: 140 lbs

Body Build: slender, petite

Notable Physical Traits: His blue eyes.

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): unknown

Mental Disorder(s): depression, generalized anxiety disorder, rejection sensitive dysphoria, borderline personality disorder

Physical Disorder(s): none

When was this diagnosed?: undiagnosed

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: content

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Five Prominent Traits: empathetic, kind, extroverted, excitable, impatient

Stats

Compassion: 8/10

Empathy:  9/10

Creativity:  10/10

Mental Flexibility: 5/10

Passion/Motivation: 9/10

Education: 8/10

Stamina: 9/10

Physical Strength: 7/10

Battle Skill: 5/10

Initiative: 6/10

Restraint: 6/10

Agility: 8/10

Strategy: 9/10

Teamwork: 8/10

Other:

-Hanson has been dancing since he was a little boy. He knows certain types of ballroom dance, and even some street dancing.

-His mother was paralyzed from the waist down, due to a shooting incident that occurred when he was ten. A bullet struck her spine, and she’s been confined to a wheelchair. When Hanson was fourteen, however, she passed away because of an infection.

-His brother was killed in the incident. He, his sister, and his mother got away.

-His father left when he was born.

-When his mother passed, his sister cared for him until he decided to leave.

-His father’s Japanese, but he and his sister know little to no Japanese.

-He graduated high school but hasn’t enrolled in college.

-He’s learning Japanese, as well as some Latin & French.

-He has claws, but tends to wear long sleeves to cover up his arms & hands.

-His teeth are incredibly sharp.

Name: Eunice Rothburn

Age: Actual age is unknown, physically is stuck at nineteen.

Gender: Female.

Middle/low/high class: Low class.

Occupation: None.

Status: Dead. Is a ghost.

Family: Jared and Ruth Rothburn (parents, dead), Enid Rothburn (older sister, dead)

Height: 4 ft, 10 inches.

Weight: Unknown.

Body type: Petite and slender; doesn’t have many noticeable curves. Is a 32 B cup.

Hair color/length/style: Sandy blond, to her mid back, usually always in a ponytail.

Skin: Light, light peach with freckles across her cheeks. Though has an odd faint green aura.

Eyes: Ash gray.

Personality:

-Eunice is a timid person, not one for much social interaction. Around others, she gets rather flustered and panicked. This doesn’t mean that she doesn’t want friends, however. She’ll try to converse in conversation, but her stuttering does grow worse when this happens, and she gets rather light headed and dizzy.

-Whenever going out into public, she always thinks someone is murmuring something about her or staring at her. She’s terrified of being the center of attention.

-She’s very anxious and is a worrywart, always worrying about something.

-She rarely gets angry. Eunice does get upset easily, though. She’s extremely sensitive.

-She has a bleeding heart. Meaning, she can empathize with others…perhaps a bit too well. If she hears a sob story, she’ll most likely burst out into tears.

Eunice is terrified of falling in love, because she’s afraid she’ll end up letting her guard down.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

Powers/abilities: She has the ability to see the future. Of course, these events are not always set in stone. Eunice cannot control her ability. When she was alive, she could also see and communicate with the dead.

Other:

-Eunice has burn marks on the back of her neck and along her wrists.

-She speaks with a stutter.

-She was born during the Middle Ages.

-When she was alive, she’d wanted to be a lady. Sadly, coming from a poor family and being a castle servant, it never happened.

-She was sentenced to hang, due to being thought of as a witch. This is how she died.

-due to being a ghost, she can phase through walls and such, as well as levitate above ground and float.

Name: Chadwick Bartholomew Walker Nickname(s): Chad Age: 26 Date of Birth: May 11th Place of Birth: Loveland, Colorado Gender: Male Race/Species: Vampire Language(s): English (native), Latin (currently studying), French (very little)

Physical Description Height: 5′5″ Weight: 120 lbs

Body Type: Petite, slender frame, has some muscle but not much Eyes: Golden orange or sometimes maroon Skin: Olive Markings: Freckles along his back and thighs, oddly enough. Also puncture wounds on his arm. Hair: Platinum blond (dyed), naturally dark brown

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Chad is basically a jerk with a heart of gold. A bit of a joker and charmer, not to mention a flirt. Stubborn as hell, and opinionated. Unlike a lot of his frat brothers he isn’t very misogynistic and often reprimands them for being so uncaring. Because he’s in the closet, he’s… conflicted and confused. He doesn’t hate other homosexual people, but doesn’t want to interact with them either. He’s willing to overcome this though. He wants to understand. Willing to help the underdog, whoever they may be. A little cocky. A bit of a daredevil. Fears: being outed, never being able to be himself, arachnids, his sire Mental illness(es)/disorders: depression, PTSD, borderline personality disorder Sexual Preferences: Homosexual Homoromantic (closeted) Place/Type of Residence: The (vampire) fraternity house of Alpha Beta Alpha, located in midwestern California Family: Jaeren & Clarabelle Walker (parents), Sandra Walker (younger sister)

Trivia: -his fraternity just so happens to be his coven!

-he hasn’t told anyone that he’s gay.

-his sire was one of the professors from his university. However, his sire vanished a few days after turning Chad. For some reason if it’s ever brought up, Chad panics and will go completely silent.

-he drinks from animals or from people that are already dead. Gets blood by hunting animals or sneaking into the nearby morgue. Sure, the blood might be a little OLD but he thinks it’s better than murdering somebody.

-doesn’t eat; if he tries eating anything solid it immediately comes right back up.

-can drink other liquids though.

-he drinks alcohol and sometimes mixes it with blood. Ends up getting wasted.

-really likes carnival rides.

-wants to make friends. Please… he’s not a total dick, he really isn’t.

FC is Subaru from Star Like Worlds. SECONDARY FC is Miyasaka from Kimi Note.

Name: Koda Ambrose Onassis

Age: Twenty-three Date of Birth: Unknown Gender: Male Race/Species: Demigod Language(s): English, Greek, Japanese

Physical Description Height: 5′2″ Weight: 120 lbs

Body Type: slender and petite Eyes: Punch pink Skin: Rose pink Hair: Bubblegum pink

Aesthetic: pastel goth 

Occupation: Spooky High Student

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Koda has a kind heart, but is closed off. Skeptical and wary of strangers. Flirty, but only around those he actually likes or finds attractive. Fears: being alone, death Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder, PTSD, depression, anxiety Sexual Preferences: Pansexual panromantic Place/Type of Residence:  Family: Ambrose Onassis (father), Aphrodite (mother)

His FC is Kazuki Heiji.

Name: Artemis Vaso Nickname(s): Art, Arty, Birdy, Shorty, Drama Queen Age: 23 Date of Birth: August 19th Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Male (he/him OR they/them pronouns) Race/Species: Avian/human hybrid Language(s): English, Greek (fluent)

Occupation: Student, theatre nerd

Physical Description Height: 5′1″ Weight: 110 lbs

Body Type: Endomorph, lean Eyes: An odd honey shade Hair: Black (with a blueish hue) Skin: Pale

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Creative, passionate, generous, warm-hearted, cheerful, humorous, arrogant, stubborn, self-centered, lazy, inflexible Fears: failure, drowning, small enclosed spaces Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder, rejection sensitive dysphoria, depression Sexual Preferences: Pansexual panromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in an apartment by himself Family: Adrian & Valentina Vaso (parents, deceased), Ira Vaso (older sister, alive)

Trivia:

-Artemis is a pickpocket.

-enjoys cheesy 80′s movies and romance movies.

-is in love with love.

-is a thespian through and through.

-name a musical, he’s seen it.

-he is petrified of cat monsters of any kind, so… he won’t go near Valerie (the shopkeeper).

-can be a little loud.

-eats a LOT, but has a fast metabolism.

-has claws.

-his wingspan is about fifteen feet.

-wears a lot of turtlenecks and sweaters.

-but also likes showing skin.

-competitive fucker.

-FC is Fang from the Maximum Ride graphic novels.

Name: Ani Sarre Nickname(s): An, Ani Banani, Giant Age: 26 Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Female Race/Species: Demon Language(s): English, Latin

Occupation: Student at Spooky High

Physical Description Height: 5′10″ Weight: 133 lbs

Body Type: Pear Eyes: Usually all white, sometimes red Hair: Black Skin: Light gray

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Morbid, self deprecating, snarky, generous, stubborn, helpful Fears: bugs, not being wanted, enclosed spaces, public speaking Mental illness(es)/disorders: social anxiety disorder, depression, PTSD Sexual Preferences: Pansexual Panromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in an apartment with her roommate Family: Cade Sarre & Roux Sarre (parents)

Trivia:

-from a young age, was mentally abused by both parents.

-discovered she had the ability to see the future, when she turned thirteen. Of course, her visions are not set in stone.

-sometimes makes up visions just to fuck with people.

-dresses in the Gothic style.

-enjoys hanging out at the graveyard.

-dislikes being tall.

-has two large tusks protruding from the bottom part of her mouth.

-her VC would be Raven (Tara Strong) from T////een T////itans.

-her FC is A////radia M////egido.

Name: Iladyllci

Preferred Name: Glenda Age: Hundreds of years old, physically looks somewhere in their twenties Date of Birth: ??? Place of Birth: ??? Gender: Agender (they/them OR she/her pronouns) Race/Species: Unicorn, tends to take a more humanesque form Language(s): English, Latin Physical Description Height: 6′5” in human form, 4’0” in “normal” form Weight: Unknown Body Type: Slender, curvy? Wide hips, small bust Eyes: Pink Hair: Pink Skin: Blue, when in their normal form their fur is blue Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Glenda isn’t as sweet as they look, though at first meeting they CAN seem that way. Manipulate and two-faced, they’ll do/say whatever in order to get what they want. Has a horrendous temper and is incredibly impatient. Bitter and a bit snarky. Fears:bugs, heights, being restrained Mental illness(es)/disorders: generalized anxiety disorder, borderline personality disorder, PTSD Orientation: Demisexual Demiromantic Place/Type of Residence: They’re a nomad Family: Unknown Trivia: -has incredible hearing -can seriously injure someone with their horn

-they can shapeshift, heal (to some degree), and can create shields/force fields with their horn FC is Erica from Kilala Princess

Name: Finnegan “Finn” Lynch Nickname(s): Finny, Small Fry, Shortie, Red, Carrot Top, Weirdo Age: 21 Date of Birth: May 21st Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Male (he/him OR they/them pronouns) Race/Species: Incubus Language(s): English, Greek (fluent), Latin (studying)

Occupation: Student, new member of the cheer squad, hopes to become an author or poet one day. (this is only in a Monster Prom verse)

Physical Description Height: 4′11 Weight: 120 lbs

Body Type: Endomorph, Triangle, (has wide hips) Eyes: Pink, green when feeding/close to feeding Hair: Red/maroon Skin: Very light peach (humanish form), light red when in his normal form

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Gentle, affectionate, curious, adaptable, ability to learn quickly and exchange ideas, nervous, inconsistent, indecisive Fears: spiders, failure, being completely and utterly alone, drowning Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, rejection sensitive dysphoria Sexual Preferences: Asexual Panromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in an apartment by himself Family: Ailin Lynch (father, incubus, alive) & Owena Lynch (mother, unknown species, deceased)

Trivia:

-can only “feed” on humans; his incubus abilities/powers do not work on other supernatural beings.

-usually pretty weak due to rarely feeding anyway.

-in his normal form, Finn’s skin is light red, he has two curved horns atop his head, has claws, and a long tail with a heart shape at the end of it. Also, his ears are pointed.

-he has pointed fangs.

-never knew his mother; was raised (mostly) by his father.

-hates the way incubi have to feed on people.

-finds most people aesthetically pleasing.

-is a romantic sap.

-hate being short.

-loves poetry and enjoys writing his own poetry and writing in general.

-loves animals, especially dogs and wolves.

-dislikes sports.

-loves Halloween.

-wants to help others, doesn’t have a very big mean streak.

-can be a little distant when upset, or around strangers.

-if in a romantic relationship it’ll take a little bit of convincing to get him to have sex.

-almost ALWAYS wears stuff that’s “pastel goth”. it’s his aesthetic.

FC is Matsuoka Rin from Free!

Name: Gwendolyn Hattie Addington Nickname(s): Gwen Alias:  Age: Somewhere in the hundreds, physically stuck at 22 Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: February 28th, year is unknown Gender: Demigirl Race/Species: Vampire Language(s): English, Serbian, Transylvanian

Physical Description Height: 5′1″ Weight: 109 lbs

Body Type: Slender, hourglass Eyes: Very light blue Hair: Black

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Gwen is a spitfire with a sassy attitude, but is polite upon first meetings. If she doesn’t like someone she’s very vocal about it. Likes helping others out. Enjoys scaring ‘Normies’. Fears: Mental illness(es)/disorders: generalized anxiety disorder, depression Sexual Preferences: Pansexual Panromantic Place/Type of Residence: Is a nomad Family: Unknown

FCs: Raven from the Vampire Kisses manga & Ksenia Solo

Voice Claim: Erin Fitzgerald (Abbey Bominable from Monster High)

Name: Thorne Brooks Nickname(s): Fairy Boy, Shortie Age: 27 Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Male Race/Species: Faerie/Fairy Language(s): English, Gaelic

Occupation: Spooky High Student

Physical Description Height: 4′6″ Weight: 127 lbs

Body Type: Slender, pear shaped, wide hips Eyes: Light blue Hair: Light blue Skin: Extremely light peach

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Thorne is polite around strangers, and charming. Can be a bit of a trickster and prankster, though. Bitter around those he dislikes and will let it be known he dislikes them. Enjoys making others smile and/or laugh. A hopeless romantic but is terrified of falling in love. Doesn’t like violence, willing to stand up for the underdogs. Fears: falling in love, spiders, the pitch black darkness, being alone Mental illness(es)/disorders: borderline personality disorder, PTSD Sexual Preferences: Homosexual Homoromantic Place/Type of Residence: Lives in a small cottage somewhere near Spooky High Family: Unknown

Other: 

-likes nature, but dislikes insects.

-has most abilities other fae do, and can control/manipulate water & wind.

-has naturally long eyelashes.

-has an 11ft wingspan. Wings are dark blue. 

FC is Anz from Charcoal(?).

Name: Vivien Rosaro Nickname(s):  Age: 26 Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Female Race/Species: Werewolf (bitten, not born) Language(s): English, Italian

Occupation: Werewolf Hunter

Physical Description Height: 5′0″ Weight: 154 lbs

Body Type: Hourglass, curvy Eyes: Pink Hair: Dark, dark gray, almost black in color. Long, falls past the middle of her back. Skin: Olive tone

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: Vivien has a strong prejudice against werewolves. Around strangers she can be a little on edge but will interact and be polite unless they give her a reason not to be polite. A bit of a pessimist.  Fears: being vulnerable, small enclosed spaces, not being good enough, failure Mental illness(es)/disorders: PTSD, borderline personality disorder, depression Sexual Preferences: Demisexual biromantic Place/Type of Residence: Small cottage near the edge of the forest Family: Unknown

Other:

-during a trip to her grandmother’s house when she was just seventeen, she was led astray by a handsome stranger. He was able to seduce Vivien and during their lovemaking, bit her and turned her into a werewolf. The reason he did this? Wanting to expand the werewolf bloodline. He made love to her and bit her in hopes that she’d get pregnant and bear a fullblooded werewolf child.

-when Vivien found out his plan, she was deeply hurt and upset. She didn’t get pregnant, and the stranger fled. 

-from then on, Vivien vowed to hunt down any/all werewolves. She didn’t care she was one of them now, she would get her revenge. 

FC is Mari Kurihara.

Name: Lilith Quinn Age: 12/13 Date of Birth: October 31st Place of Birth: Unknown Gender: Female Race/Species: Witch Language(s): English, Gaelic, Latin (studying)

Physical Description Height: 4′7″ Weight: 100 lbs

Body Type: Petite, slender Eyes: Light blue Hair: Red Skin: Peach

Personality/Attributes Personality/Attitude: anxious, kind, stubborn, clumsy, ambitious, faithful, jealous, intuitive, secretive Fears: spiders, heights, large crowds of people, authority figures Mental illness(es)/disorders: social anxiety disorder, borderline personality disorder, PTSD, depression Sexual Preferences: Homoromantic Homosexual Family: Caden Quinn & Lena Quinn (parents), Keira Quinn (aunt)

Trivia:

-her parents are wealthy aristocrats who don’t approve of her interests.

-her aunt is a witch, like she is, but she hasn’t seen her aunt since she was a toddler.

-Lilith loves morbid jokes.

-she also loves musicals.

-can play the ukulele well and sings pretty well, too.

-practices magic.

-gets very shy around girls she likes.

[kin-reqss]

a playlist for a luke skywalker from starwars who misses his han!

with chillstep and indie pop.

for anon!

Too Far Away - Direct

Bambi - Hippo Campus

Where’d You Go - Electus

Cemetery - COIN

Nostalgia - Said The Sky ft. Missio

Do You Think About Us? - The Night Game

curse - Koda

Take Me With You - Wingtip

[thatsnakeman]

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SITSC- Confessional Song

Yuzuki Kitaoji

He wasn’t struggling to keep his feelings from you, if anything he was struggling more with the idea that you might feel the same way, it made him nervous, thinking this could be little more than a dream for him, as he thought about what the both of you could be. Opening his eyes every morning after a night of dreams that captured you so perfectly, he wanted to be able to run his fingers through your hair, and he never wanted you to leave him, but for all that to work he knew he had to open his eyes, and stop being entrapped by the dreams, and tell you, tell you he loves you. 

Yuzuki was thinking about you, about himself, and about what what you were going to be, and he wasn’t going to let it just be a dream. 

Just a Dream by Nelly

Chihaya Koda

Falling in love is a rollercoaster within itself, the sickness he felt in his stomach sometimes just from your smile shot in his direction, he wasn’t sure how he could tell you how he felt about you, because it was like he was done, like you were the only one for him, he thought the feelings would fade and yet they kept twisting and turning, turning stronger with each passing day. He was going to tell you, the real question is when could he bring himself to. 

Chihaya didn’t know where his love for you was going, but he knew he just had to tell you, and keep it on track, make sure you felt the same way for him. 

Rollercoaster by Luke Bryan

Ryoichi Hirose

He’d let so many people go past him, he’d let go of people he probably could’ve fallen for before, and to begin with he convinced himself that you were just another that would get away from him, but like glue, you seemed stuck to his side. And slowly, he started to let go of the fact that you were going to be another one that got away from him. He found himself planning out your futures, and there was no more, another time he could have you, or in another moment he would capture you, he was going to tell, tell you how in love with you he is. 

Ryoichi wasn’t ready to say you were the one who got away, he was going to confess to you, and then you could live out of the future he found himself planning. 

The One That Got Away By Katie Perry

Mirai Kageyama

You were made for him, the one he was meant to find, he’d accepted that now, all that was left was for him to tell you that he was yours, and you were his destiny. Constantly, you were in his heart, the reason why he was in love with you was clear. He’d decided now it was easy for the both of you to be together, because alone you were different people, and he wanted to be those people everywhere, and all that was going to take was telling you just how much he loves you. He wants all of you, every single part of you. 

Mira wasn’t going to let anything keep the both of you apart, and all he needed to do was to tell you how much he loved you, so you could run into his arms. 

Rewrite the Stars By Zac Efron and Zendaya

Noel Aijima

He didn’t want to let the fire burn out, the feeling that was keeping him going, when he’d see that smile break onto your lips, and imagine you there every moment of his life, thinking about future with each breath, he’d always felt like he lived in the moment and yet when you were involved it couldn’t be any further from the truth, because he wanted to pull you in, crash his lips against yours and call you his, and he would, he knew one day he’d get the guts to tell you that he wanted to be able to call you his own. 

Noel, had it stuck in his head now, he was never going to let you out of his arms, because you’d be spending the rest of your life with him. 

Call You Mine By  the Chainsmokers ft. Bebe Rexha

Satsuki Kitaoji

He felt as though he had it planned out now, the amount of time he wanted to spend with you, the fact he wanted to be able to give you all of the finer things in life, he had the power to be that man, your man, and whether it was showing you with roses, or taking you somewhere, he knew you were the number one love of his life, all he had to do was tell you how he felt, but looking at you, watching you fall for him like he had you, he knew there was no nee to rush, no one could take these moments from him, because there were going to be so many more of them, because it wasn’t just about telling you about the fact he’s in love with you, he knows one day he’ll marry you. 

Satsuki knew as he woke up every morning with you on his mind, he was going to confess to you, because you’ll forever be in love. 

Marry Me by Jason Derulo 

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[missfitzdaycare-blog]

Welcome to MissFitz Daycare, Butterscotch!

Everyone say hello to Butterscotch! Butterscotch’s preferred nicknames are she/her or they/them so I’ll use both! She can be found at @uhlittle

Their big age is 16 and their regressed ages are 1-4.

In her own words, here’s a bit about them “Wells, i is kinda shy but I also really like making friends! I sometimes connect more to males which idk why? I really want a big brother too idk sowy. I like coloring, drawing, singing, watching movies, and doesing witchcraft!!! I is a witch and works with spirits! My favorite colors are red, blue and black and when I cans I wanna get 4 different doggies! a Bermese mountain dog, a German Shepard, an Australian Shepard, and a Rottweiler! I don’t really has a favorite animal cuz I like all animals?”

Meet her stuffies “I has so many 😱 so I’ll just share a few! 1. Blueberry. He is one of my oldest stuffies and he’s a purple teddy bear that I sleep wif every night! 2. Henry. He is a 4 ft idk inch teddy bear that my dada got my for my birthday last year! Super softs and I cuddles him when I feels lonely 3. Oakley. A blue bear I gots at a carnival with dada 4. Jasper Mcstuffykins. He’s a turtle that dada got with me at build a bear! He has a little heart beat and a voice button that my dada put a special message in! I wants to get anoder dat has him singing a lullaby for when he forgets to sing it to me. 5. Kevin. He is a teddy bear wif a T-shirt that has  my dads college on it! 6. Koda. He is a colorful lion that a nice man won with a claw machine and then gave it to me! 7. Simba. A lion dat I got idk when but I used to use him with my pillow with his head facing away from me because I had a lot of nightmares and my aunt said that would keep them away. It actually did! I has barely had nightmares anymore ”

Suggestions for things to do included, “Uhhhh. Maybe pastel colors with theme? I likes that when smol cuz it’s kinda soothing ”

Anything else we needed to know, “Not reallys! :)”