#cheers. please tell me they're actually all gone

[rat-rosemary]

👁👁

[kinq-sleazee]

Sharing is Caring

MDNI(18+)| Poly!GojoGeto, Fem!Reader, Black!Reader, Chubby!Reader, Boys Kiss, Fingering, Oral, They're a little mean, dubcon ?, gojo and reader have been drinking, geto is also a little sleepy, idk, What PLot ?,

You were a lot more confident with the cheers of your friends spurring you on as you brought over the drink to the handsome man at the bar. The liquid courage coursing through your veins aided in the honeyed smile that adorned your features while you gave your name, to which he replied “Gojo Satoru” with a wink before downing the gifted shot and encouraging you to do the same. The cerulean inferno of his gaze catalyzing the burning liquid that spread warmth through your limbs. But, now after a night of suggestive conversation and slow grinding on the dance floor, you’re starting to wonder if you bit off more than you could chew.

“You taking me home then, pretty?” he smirks, pockets shoved casually in his pockets as he leans against the bar. You did tell him initially that you planned on making him “yours” that night, albeit awkward and you stuttered half of the sentence, but he liked it. The “good girl gone bad” thing worked for you, and he thanked God for giving you such a supportive friend group. You gulped, straightening stiffly to pull at the black skirt that had crept up your luscious thighs all night. “Of c-course. Follow me” you cursed yourself inwardly, but the cloudy haze of alcohol and arousal dulled most of your embarrassment.

The ride to his place was agonizing. He barely spoke, opting to hum a bluesy tune while looking out of the window. Gojo kept his hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh there. He couldn’t wait to mark them up properly.

On the elevator his demeanor changed completely. He went from relaxed and charming to imposing and seductive. Your back against the wall, bodies pressed together—Gojo licked across your jaw both hands on your ass cheeks as he rocked you against his thigh.

“Got me all worked up, baby. Treated me nice” he groaned after one particularly salacious moan. “What was it that you said? ‘I’m on you real bad. You my man now.’ You said that right?” Satoru laughed at your frustrated whines. Shaking his head, his lips slotted back against yours, tongue easily dominating the cavern. He smelled sweet in the best way. Like a decadent vanilla with a layer of something much deeper and darker.

The elevator chimed and he pulled away, opting to hold your hand instead of your ass.

A singular door was positioned on the opposite side of the short hallway. A penthouse. You thought, impressed that you were able to snag a not only incredibly attractive but also seemingly wealthy hookup on your first night out in a very long time.

Gojo knocked loudly on the door, confusing you, but as if reading your mind he squeezed your hand and smirked. “i-uh forgot my keys… yeah, I forgot my keys” he chuckled smoothly, “Sugu will let us in”.

As if on cue, the locking mechanism clicked, and the door opened revealing “Sugu” in his shirtless glory. Gojo was strikingly gorgeous, with prominent features that drew attention with ease, but his friend was a more “subtle beauty”. The type that you’d miss if you weren’t paying attention but when you actually saw them, your jaw would be on the floor. He pouted sleepily, a look that seemed almost silly on such a sexy man, rubbing his eyes and looking between the two of you.

“Toru, what are you—” he was cut off by Gojo smashing their lips together. The dark-haired man eyes widened comically but he didn’t pull away which drew a pleased groan from Gojo. He looked at you curiously, eyes glazing over your body and pausing on your cleavage and exposed midsection. You were thick—just their type. With a gorgeous face to match. The gears started to turn in his mind as Satoru’s tongue washed away the last remnants of sleep.  He pulled away, smiling sweetly. “Hello” he murmured, wiping a mixture of saliva and gloss from the corner of his mouth. The man took Satoru’s face in his hand and forced his thumb inside. The other moaned around the digit, swirling his tongue while maintaining contact with the dark eyes in front of him.

“Sugu” cursed under his breath as Gojo bobbed on his finger but turned to you with a roguish smile. “And you are?” he purred, voice laced with saccharine arousal and interest.

Going. You’ll be going. Because whatever this is, it’s clearly more than you bargained for. You try to pull away but Gojo’s grip on your hand tightens. He pulls the finger from his mouth and frowns. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Tryin’ to leave us already?”

US! Us. Us? The idea of an “us” with two of the most beautiful men that you’ve ever seen is intriguing, but you can barely wrap your head around having sex with one stranger. Let alone two.

 “i-i” you stammered, breathing heavily when Gojo pulled you closer to them. “you-you, what?” The white-haired man laughed loudly, pressing your body between them. “Don’t get shy now, baby. You had some big talk back at the club. I figured I might need the extra help”. He turned your body to face the other man while pressing into you from behind. His hardness grazed your lower back, and you whimpered at the thickness.

“Gojo, I don’t understand”, you paused, breathless from the feeling of his hardened cock rutting against you. “I thought we were … who is this?” The ravenette chucked darkly, dropping his hand to grab yours and bring it to his lips. “Geto Suguru. It’s a pleasure”. The way he spoke the word did dangerous things to your pussy.

“Sugu’s my best friend, Y/N. We share everything”. His voice drops, ‘And tonight we’re going to share you”.

…

A rush of heat pooled in your cheeks and between your thighs, as you listened to Satoru recount the details of your evening to a very intrigued Suguru. All the lewd comments made during your alcohol induced stupor. He mimicked all the sweet noises you made on the dance floor when he touched you. Mentioned how you squirmed in the car with anticipation.  Exposed that you rode his knee in the elevator like a depraved whore.

“Had my cock all leaky” he whined dramatically, making Suguru snort.

It was embarrassing. Mortifying even. This wasn’t you. You didn’t do things like this. You’re not a whore. You tried to argue, but they ignored you. They spoke like you weren’t even there. Even with the dark-haired man’s fingers buried in your cunt.

Geto rested his chin casually over your shoulder, with you sitting between his spread legs on the sofa. His index and ring fingers pumped in and out and a snail like pace, occasionally scissoring and curling upwards to massage your gummy walls. The rough pad of his thumb circled your clit with a mixture of your own arousal and saliva.

He pushed your head down and made you spit on it before he even got started.

His free massaged your breasts roughly but avoided your nipples. There was no rush. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of your flesh spilling between your fingers. He wasn’t trying to make you cum. It seemed like he wanted the opposite. Every time he felt you tightening around his fingers, he’d pull out and offer them to Gojo who’d stop mid-sentence for a taste before continuing the conversation.

“That’s why I brought her to your place, Sugu. She was sooo confident that she could handle me. She seemed like such a big girl” Satoru grinned, placing extra emphasis on the last phrase. He knew it sounded condescending—that was the point. He wasn’t even planning on taking anyone home that night but you just served yourself up on a platter. So ready and willing.  

Satoru kneeled between your spread legs, glasses pushed atop his head and a crooked smirk plastered on his face.

“You cryin’?”

That made Suguru’s cock throb. He released your breast to grip your chin, turning your head so that your eyes met his. Pure lust and desperation filled your orbs. It was a captivating sight. They’d barely done anything and you were already wrecked. Gojo had really outdone himself this time.

“Poor thing” he murmured sweetly against your lips. “Would like to cum, sweetheart?”  All you could response was “please”. Begging over and over again for relief. It just wasn’t enough. You needed more.

Geto shushed you, “Calm down, baby. ‘Toru has what you need”. With a lewd squelch he removed his fingers and smeared the slick across your cheek. “Keep your eyes on him”. It was hard. Head cloudy with lust. All you saw was blue.

A wrecked sob fell from your throat when Gojo finally laid his hands on you. Blunt nails dug into your thighs to spread them impossibly wider. He bent down to lick at the sticky slick that clung to your pretty brown skin, and he whined at the taste. He needed more, this time biting down hard making you cry out.

“Somebody likes pain” Geto sung, taking both your nipples and twisting them between his calloused fingers.

Satoru hummed, more focused on the excessive amount of slick weeping from your pussy. Two fingers slid down your slit to spread your labia, he pushed them back up to press on your clit then he pulled down to shove them in your cunt in one fluid motion. His pouty lips attached to your little bundle, and he suckled while rolling his tongue in circles. He spelled his name on your cunny while his best friend slapped your breasts and sucked on your tongue.

It was all too much. Too fast. Your back arched deeply, eyes rolling to the back of your head and chest rising and falling rapidly. You bit down on Geto’s lip, hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, yanking your head back to lick across your throat while you rolled your hips against Gojo’s face riding out your high.

The two men waited for you to come down for a few seconds. Kissing your face and stomach. Rubbing your legs and thighs. Praising and thanking you for doing such a job. And promising to reward you with two loads of cum in every one of your holes.

________________________________________________________

Its been a minute. Im a lil rusty-- not proofread,

do not percieve me , i do not wish to be perceived.

lol

@xogabbiexo , @chaiiskindagross , @hentyehottie , @nasty-quillz , @plussizeficchick , @bookwormsenpai

[badaziraphaletakes]

Making jokes and laughing about a frightening experience does NOT mean someone does not appreciate the gravity of a situation. Quite the contrary, in fact - it is a very, very common way of processing trauma.

In fact, I can't offhand think of any traumatized people I know who haven't make a joke about their traumatic experience/s. It's a deeply normal, human thing to do.

(And please don't try to tell me Aziraphale seeing Crowley be kidnapped and then being hit over the head with a crowbar (?), violently kidnapped himself, and dragged to hell, and then seeing the awful people and place Crowley had been stuck with for the past 100k+ years, witnessing the usher being murdered in cold blood before his eyes, and wondering if the same thing might happen to him, and/or if he hell was going to discover his and Crowley's secret, not to mention seeing for probably the first time what exactly the thermos of holy water would have done to Crowley if he'd used it, wasn't traumatic. First of all, that just is. Second of all, look at his irises. He was probably having a bit of fun - not surprising considering how relieved he was that the holy water didn't work on him and hell appeared not to have caught onto the deception; of course you'd be a bit giddy - but he was also terrified and scarred and angry and disgusted and I don't even know what else.)

There's a reason the rates of depression found among comedians are off-the-charts. And it's not because humor causes depression (we know it actually alleviates it). It's because traumatized people and people with mental illness (I mean, the Venn diagram between those groups is basically a circle, but y'know) gravitate to humor. It is one of the most powerful weapons we have to ward off despair. Humor can save us when nothing else can.

It can also stop you from wanting to punch someone when you're really, really angry. I propose that we can see smoldering contempt and fury and outrage and disgust on Aziraphale's face at the end of the scene, hidden just under that cheeky grin. It's some masterful acting work by Tennant, so many emotions going on at the same time.

Also - may I point out that Crowley loved Aziraphale's jokes about the whole thing. Aziraphale knows how to cheer Crowley up. A big part of the reason he was so sarcastic in hell was for Crowley, to score some points against the people who have been oppressing him for millennia without him ever being able to answer back. (And also he was acting that way because he figured it was how Crowley would act and he had to be convincing. If he'd gone in there and hadn't been 100% confidence and swagger, hell would have noticed something was off. They're paranoid, and Beelzebub, at least, is smart. No flies on that one. Heh, heh. Did Aziraphale overplay it a bit? Maybe. But the deception worked, so clearly his approach was correct overall.)

And finally: Don't tell me Crowley wasn't having a little fun with all this, too. His laugh on the bench was sincere:

He could arguably also be accused of overplaying it a bit with the neck cracking (which I don't blame him for; I would have done the same - but I don't see anyone getting mad at him for having a little fun the way they did with Azi):

And he LOVED getting to breathe fire at Gabriel & Co.

Which is exactly as it should be. :)

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (9/17)

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: see my masterlist 🤍

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

yourusername: last week ☀️ Liked by bff2, sofie.svava, albaps9 and 983 others

○○○○○○○

marisabel_rguez I miss you. liked by yourusername ↳ bff2 And we miss you!! liked by yourusername ↳ marisabel_rguez 😊 ↳ yourusername I miss you more. ↳ marisabel_rguez ☺️

alexiaputellas Missing you. ↳ yourusername alright, copycat 🖤 ↳ alexiaputellas But I do!!! ↳ yourusername 😘

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

tagged: alexiaputellas, jennihermoso marisabel_rguez: Family and friends 🤩 Liked by alexiaputellas, yourusername, sofiajakobsson and 12,499 others

○○○○○○○

jennihermoso Puta, am I not family too? 🤪

alexiaputellas ❤️

yourusername oh my god, i love you sm 🥺 ↳ jennihermoso I know they're stealing the show for you, but that's including me, right? ↳ yourusername always 🤍

albaps9 hey now, not so fast, you have to put a ring on it first before we're family 🤣 ↳ bff1 good to know you're at least consistent with your rules ↳ albaps9 oh hey, it's our deranged cousin again

username1 FAMILY????? ↳ username2 yeah, misa, explain pls 🧐 ↳ username3 you don't think they... ↳ username4 😲

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

tagged: marisabel_rguez alexiaputellas: Familia 🌼 Liked by yourusername, christenpress, bff1 and 49,987 others

○○○○○○○

username1 extended family? 💍👀

yourusername brb making this my lockscreen wtf 😭

jennihermoso Team 😎

marisabel_rguez 😊 ↳ alexiaputellas 🤩

albaps9 never thought i'd see the day ↳ yourusername 🙄

username2 sisters in law....when? 👉👈

sefutbolfem Equipo 🇪🇸 ↳ yourusername be gone 😡 liked by 273 otheres

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

Groupchat

you this idiota accidentally bought us tickets for the newest paw patrol film

bff2 This is exactly what I meant with zero braincells

bff3 You say accidentally but you can't convince me jajaja

bff1 race to the rescue! 🐶🚓

bff2 Wait, please tell me you're not still watching it...

you 😶

you wellllll, we're watching until our actual film starts and we can go into that theatre so PLS keep me company until then bc she's fully invested in the film now

bff1 ryder and his team of pups will come and save the day!! 🚓

bff2 Oh god 😂😫

bff3 At least I know my baby would have a good time being babysat by you two!

you aw i can't wait until that day 🥺

bff1 that's exactly why we're practising now! trying to sus out what's a nice movie to put on for them, ya know? so hurry up and make us PAWsome aunties

bff2 😂

bff3 You might not have to wait long! ☺️

you ○○○

bff1 ○○○

bff2 ○○○

you WHAT DO YOU MEAN

bff2 Uhhhh WHAT??

bff3 Surprise? 😅

you WHAT DO YOU MEEEEAN?!!!!!

bff2 ARE YOU SERIOUS 😭😱

bff3 Yup... baby coming soon 😊❤️

bff1 we're going to be aunties? 😢

bff3 I hope so! But please don't fight over who gets godmother rights 😇

bff2 Congratulations you two!!!!!!!! 😭😘❤️

bff1 okay, but it will be me, right?

bff1 kidding, congratulations OMGGGGGGGGG 😍😍😍😍

bff2 Can we come over tonight to properly congratulate you? ❤️

bff2 Also, is Y/N still here? 😅

bff1 she's crying and our popcorn is all over the floor 🤣

you omg i'm so happy for you two im overwhelmed om im soo sorry liuu screw this film im coming over right now wtf why did you drop a bomb like that through TEXTSS im nOT OKAY !!!!!!

bff1 heck no you aren't, i paid already 😡

bff1 ○○○

bff1 sigh she won, we're in the car.

you SEE YOU SOON. I LOVE YOU.

you SO MUCH!

you 😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

yourusername: city trip with olga 👯‍♀️ Liked by alexiaputellas, leahwilliamsonn, leilaouahabi and 3,113 others

○○○○○○○

alexiaputellas Have fun and keep each other safe, por favor. Miss you 😘

bff1 remember to look right-left-right when crossing the street!!! ↳ albaps9 i second that. pls don't die in london bc after brexit, it'll be hell to ship your body back to spain ↳ bff1 how much do you think she'll cost to ship or do you think we should just let them keep her ↳ marisabel_rguez She has a heart of gold, so a lot of money, but can you girls maybe not talk about her dying? 😅

bff1 yeah because the wag life must be SO exhausting 😬

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

Text Messages

you hey chula, i have a question. m 💌 Yes, I'd carry you around if you were a severed head. We've gone over this. 😆 you sweet! but i can't decide on something. can i send you a photo? m 💌 Princesa, I swear to god, if it's another one of those photos that'll drive me insane, I'll choke you. you oh you i wasn't going to but i now might m 💌 Noted...but okay, send me. you black or red? m 💌 YN... I swear 👀 you black or red? 😠 you sent a photo open ▼

m 💌 Oh phew they're just dresses jajaja m 💌 Hmmm... well you know what I think of you in black, but I'd love you in both 😉 m 💌 Why? What are you up to? you picking my ballon d'or dress for next week! you but ugh misa that doesn't help me m 💌 Ohh right! 😂😅 m 💌 For the record, I'd have said red if you were talking about lingerie. you ○○○ you ○○○ you great minds think alike you sent a photo open ▼

[spicy photo attached, use your imagination, teehee]

m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 YN?!? m 💌 Ale's sat beside me in the bus, dios mio m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 Fuck, you're beautiful. Amor, I love you but please!!!! m 💌 ○○○ you 😇 m 💌 😐 you oh, so are you scared of my sister now? m 💌 No. you of how she'll react when she realises the thoughts you're having about me? you because you are having those, no? m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 I am... you well i've been having thoughts about you too. you all day now m 💌 Go on. Delivered m 💌 Querida? you ○○○ you wait sorry, i have to run! m 💌 Fuck, YN, you're a menace, you know that? 😩 Delivered m 💌 And she's gone 😅 Delivered

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

↳ 1h ago: yourusername added to their story

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

Direct Messages

marisabel_rguez You went with black? yourusername yep, just for you 😊 yourusername (so you'll have something to fantasise about when the award show gets boring) marisabel_rguez You like doing this to me, don't you? yourusername i thought you did too marisabel_rguez I did, until you kept it going for an entire week in which I couldn't see you... yourusername oh! no! 😱! whatever will you do to me now! 🤭! marisabel_rguez Well, nothing, not anymore. And seeing as I'm currently on the train to Barcelona to stay with you for the weekend, that sounds like a problem for you. yourusername sorry 🥺🥺🥺🥺 marisabel_rguez Too late. yourusername fine. then maybe it will become a problem for you too because i don't think i will stop teasing. how sad for you that nothing will come out of it 💔 marisabel_rguez Always a menace, aren't you? yourusername 😇 marisabel_rguez Never change, my love.

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

yourusername: my hero, my big sister. finally, after everything. it was a nervewracking night, but we had a little help from above. Liked by albaps9, alexiaputellas, marisabel_rguez and 12,389 others

○○○○○○○

judebellingham Congrats Alexia! And lovely meeting you, YN! liked by 193 others ↳ username1 👀 ↳ username2 eh, please no? 😰

albaps9 ❤️

alexiaputellas I love you.

marisabel_rguez We screamed so loud when she won! ↳ bff3 I'm pretty sure they could have heard us in France if they tried!! ↳ yourusername 🥺 ↳ bff2 Congrats Alexiaaa! ↳ marisabel_rguez Award to the most beautiful girl in the audience went to you btw! 😁 ↳ albaps9 oh oh oh! what award did i get? ↳ yourusername the most annoying girl in the audience 🤣 liked by bff1

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

alexiaputellas: All that matters 🖤 (pretend you're on here again 😔) Liked by albaps9, samanthakerr20, tobinheath and 139,319 others

○○○○○○○

albaps9 I LOVE YOU 😊

bff2 Yaaaaay, Alexia!!!

janafernandez3 😍

bff1 still my adoptive family ↳ albaps9 ..... fine. but only bc i'm in a good mood today ↳ bff1 oh... are you? 🤭 ↳ albaps9 not like that, dipshit 🤢 ↳ username1 ✨ i don't care, i ship it ✨ ↳ albaps9 🤢 ↳ bff1 🤢

username1 😍😍😍

username2 YES ALEXIA!!!

yourusername t'estimo 🥺

username3 So well deserved 🥺

username4 finally getting the recognition!! 👏

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

marisabel_rguez: Proud of you! Liked by yourusername, bff2, leilaouahabi and 19,539 others

○○○○○○○

sofie.svava Is it as heavy as it looks? ↳ marisabel_rguez I don't know, she only let me touch it for five seconds, not hold it 😪 ↳ alexiaputellas How are you complaining when my sister is yours to hold as you please? ↳ marisabel_rguez 🤐 ↳ alexiaputellas I thought so! 😜

bff1 togeeeether, foreeeever ↳ albaps9 we're misa, and alexia ↳ yourusername ✨best friends! ✨ ↳ username1 the linda and heather meme? stop 😂 ↳ username2 im living for them taking the piss out of ale and misa 🤣

username3 we've come a looooooong waaaaay

username4 can someone edit this cute picture next to the pk pic 🤣

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

↳ 1h ago: yourusername added to their closed friends story

Direct Message

albaps9 I love how misa has just accepted you're all a package deal yourusername uhhh it's the other way around, if they want me, they get misa too 🥺 liked

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

yourusername: house cooling party! saying goodbye in style. thank you for making me feel home on the best and worst days of my life. Liked by bff1, albaps9, marisabel_rguez and 1,893 others

○○○○○○○

alexiaputellas It was a fun night 😁

username1 wait, leaving? to where 👀 ↳ username2 Madrid, duh ↳ username1 you think so? ↳ username2 Where else? 😅

bff3 Finally found use again for that karaoke machine again, hm? ↳ yourusername and i'm sure the neighbours loved it too!

bff1 goodbye to my second home. i won't forget you 💔 ↳ bff2 And I'm sure it won't forget you either 🤣

albaps9 HOUSE cooling party? pffff your flat's the size of a shoebox ↳ yourusername WAS. i'm upgrading 😌

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

↳ 5h ago: albaps9 added to their story

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

yourusername: bye barcelona 🥺 Liked by marialeonn16, bff2, janafernandez3 and 1,893 others

○○○○○○○

marialeonn16 Bye tiny laelia, we'll miss you!

alexiaputellas ❤️☹️

bff1 i'm honestly heartbroken and it's not even sarcastic this time ↳ bff2 Sigh, me too 😕 ↳ yourusername no please don't say that. i've already stalled packing my last few things 😔 ↳ bff3 Can we come over? ↳ bff1 yes please, can we? ↳ yourusername please!!! and never forget that my door will always be open for you guys, no matter where i live 😞

username1 but hello madrid? 👀 liked by 21 others

albaps9 still in denial but oh well, little sisters have to spread their wings and leave the nest some day i suppose. going to miss being able to show up at random times for sleepovers with you. ↳ yourusername alba 😔

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

Text Messages

Alexia Hey Misa. We spoke about this already, but I just want to say it one last time. I wish you and Y/N all the best together in Madrid, you're part of our family and I love you for how you love her. And I know you know this and will do this, but please take care of our laelia. Please. She's always been our entire world and I'm still a little reluctant letting her go where I cannot be there for her. But I know she has you now, which is the next best thing 😉But truly, I trust you with her. I know we've come a long way when it comes to that, but I speak the truth when I say that I am so grateful that it's you who has her heart. Don't be hard on each other when things get a little difficult in the beginning. You both haven't lived with someone for a while, so it will take some time to adjust to each other, no matter how much you love one another. But if anyone can do it, it's you two. It feels a little silly that I'm hurting so bad, but that kind of also means you're the right person for my sister. Because if you weren't, I wouldn't be hurting that hard, because I'd know she'll come back to us eventually. I'm not so sure that's the case this time. You've got her heart now, and like it or not, I don't think you'll ever get rid of her even if you wanted to jaja. She really loves you, Misa. She's never loved someone so hard. I can see that what you have is forever, even if it's only been a year. I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for what you've done for her, the way you love her and did so even when she needed time. Your patience, respect and gentleness with her has earned you our love and respect. I guess I also kind of want to apologise again for what I whispered into your ear all those months ago after the PK. Because you're family. Vale? You are. Never forget.

Misa Hey. Thank you for telling me all of this, and for trusting me to take care of her. I know how close you all are and I actually feel really terrible for plucking her away from you, from her familiarities and her routines and her people. I know it was her own decision and that she really wants this, despite feeling a little torn too. If I could, I would have us live closer to you all. I know how lucky I am with her loving me so much that she wants to make a lot of sacrifices for me, but I also can't help but feel really bad about it. She's starting all over again and that can be scary, but I'm going to make sure that she feels at home and safe and loved over here, I promise you. That she'll settle in quickly and that she will never forget she's my world. That she doesn't feel like she made all those sacrifices in vain. You can trust me that I'll keep to my promise, Alexia. She's my entire world, and I have loved her for longer than I even realised myself. I know it might be a little challenging at first, but after the obstacles we went through together, I know this will only be a small bump. I'll make sure to schedule regular visits to Barcelona, even if our schedules get a little busy. I don't want to come in between the bond she has with you and her friends. I would never want to take that away from her, which is why I feel so guilty that I'm indirectly kind of doing exactly that. I actually wanted to pass up on the place we found and wait with looking for anything until after the world cup, so that she wouldn't already be by herself right away. But she insisted and I have to agree, it's the perfect place for us. I think her friends are planning to stay some weekends with her while we're in Australia, so that does ease my mind. And you're also always welcome to stay and visit us, Alexia. Actually, I'd love if you could come over for a few days during our time off after the world cup. I think she'd really appreciate it. Just keep it a surprise, for now? Anyway, I have to go back to painting the next layer in the living room so all the painting is done when she arrives, jaja! She gave me clear instructions which colours to use and where. She got really serious about it and it made me love her even more. But thank you, Alexia. You mean a lot to me. I will forever cherish you and your sister. I promise you.

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

tagged: marisabel_rguez yourusername: one. Liked by marisabel_rguez, begovargas, bff3 and 1,837 others

○○○○○○○

salmaparalluelo We KNEW it was the same person!!!! ↳ ona.battle Up top! 🙏

marisabel_rguez Time flies when you're having fun 😱 liked by yourusername ↳ yourusername it sure does! 😊

ingridengen Congratulations, sweetie!

username1 brb sending flowers to my crush if this is the end result

bff1 eyo ❤️

alexiaputellas Happy one year, you two 🌼 liked by marisabel_rguez

janafernandez3 Aaaaah 😭

username3 IS NO ONE SEEING THE TAG ON THE LAST SLIDE?>>> HELLO??? ↳ username4 HOOOOOLY FUCK ↳ username5 😱😱😱 ↳ username6 quick someone screenshot before it's gone again 😅

aitanabonmati 🎉🌼

jennihermoso Congrats, tiny ❤️

albaps9 you can make me feel single all you want today 😘

leilaouahabi 😍

patri8guijarro felicidades!!!

username1 THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED! ↳ username2 only officially, bc im pretty sure we all already knew who sent the flowers lol

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

marisabel_rguez: uno. Liked by alexiaputellas, sofie.svava, bff1 and 34,635 others

○○○○○○○

yourusername thank you for the flowers, my sweet friend 😘 ↳ marisabel_rguez The couch is yours tonight. liked by alexiaputellas

bff1 what does a card game have to do with yn ↳ yourusername i have no CLUEdo you??

albaps9 😊

username1 HARD LAUNCH?? ↳ username2 HARD LAUNCH!!!! ↳ username3 I COULD CRY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW THEM ↳ username4 as if we haven't seen them flirt, interact and post secretive pics of each other for over a year 🤭

username5 i love how they're so casual about it lol

username6 Aww yessss congrats 😭

sofie.svava yeeeeeeeehaaaa ❤️

claudiaapina 😍👏

alexiaputellas 😘

jennihermoso Cat's out of the bag!! 😝💖

bff2 Happy one year, lovelies!

mariona8co 😁🎉

marialeonn16 FINALLY

Comments on this post have been limited.

⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ⋆*·ﾟ

a/n: choose a flower of your liking, hope it'll cheer you up! 🌼🌻🌷🌺

[spinchip]

Could you please tell us more about your thousands of years into the future next gen kids plus potential world building for what ninjago is like in the future? This is such a cool concept!!

Thanks for asking! it's Under the cut ✌️

So basicalley the idea is that in present day ninjago a big portal opens in the sky over the monastery and spits out Cryptor, right into the middle of the ninjas training grounds. Understandably they are confused and immediately go to attrack, assuming that was his intent but as they surround him 5 more people are thrown through the portal, all of them coming to Crys defense (Except Kenna, who cryptor stands in front of to protect) so the ninja start to fight them and are shocked when 4 of them start using elemental abilities.

the ones the ninja already have.

Someone else comes through the portal but they're all too busy to notice lol UNTIL. the floor of the courtyard is covered in a thick sheet of ice and everyone slips around, unable to fight. Our ninja are like ??? Zane this is not helpful. and Zanes like "it was not me..."

"Yes it was." Says a voice... it's future zane ! oh snap! and hes like "can you all chill please."

The future ninja all realize theyre wasting time and spin around to try and go back through the portal, but its too late. it's already closed and now... they're trapped in the past. They all turn to Old!Zane (who we will call Julien to make it easier) and are like Master Julien what should we do!?

Our ninja are openly confused and they all end up going inside for tea so Julien can explain everything. He tells them he and his team are from 1000ish years in the future and they were sent back by the newest elemental master of time, who had gone mad with grief after losing someone close to her. they have to get back before she destroys the timeline out of pain. he also warns his team not to say ANYTHING about the future, and tells current ninja not to ask. time travel was already fucking with everything, they couldnt go compromising reality by telling them about any key events in the future... even if he really, really wants to.

All he tells them is that, at some unknown point in the future, cryptor came back and changed sides and they're cool now. he fights with zane instead of against him. now to tell you abt these guys v

Wyatt- Master of lightning, oldest and the leader of the group. Master Juliens yes-man, always agreeing with him and following him around. Hes a great leader in his own right but he still feels like he has so much to learn from Juliens wisdom. Super helpful when he can be, not one to sit around and do nothing.

Flint- Master of Fire. Awkwardest man alive. a poor meow meow. Crazy powerful moves when he fights though, becomes super fluid and confident in the field fighting. In day to day life he trips over his own feet, in training and practice he always messes up his moves, in an actual fight he's like John Wick. Carries around a tamogotchi and will be visibly upset if it dies

Phoebe- Master of earth. Nindroid. Social butterfly. Really chipper and positive to the point where it can be really annoying. always sees the brighter side of things and is a rock the others rely on. shes very sensitive to the emotions of others and always tries to cheer people up or try and fix things. Like a big sister to Kenna

Kenna- Master of Amber. The youngest by several years, around 10-11? shes a sweet girl who always means well. She wants to be seen as a warrior, not a child, but Master Julien wont allow her to fight. Shes really close to Phoebe and Cryptor, no matter how much he denies it lol... Shes extremely intelligent for her age and great at reading people, able to subtly manipulate situations to her advantage

Noelle- Master of water. A recent addition, shes still learning her space in the team. a little quiet and unsure. determined to a fault and willing to lay her life on the line to help others. Listens and notices things others dont. Not confident in herself but always tries her best.

IMPORTANT NOTE: the only DIRECT descendant from our ninja team is jay & Nya -> Wyatt. Jay and nya are his greatX40 grandpa and grandma. The other elements have been passed around in non linear ways (due to their masters passing them to people who arent family or dying before passing their elements on)

I would definitely design them differently now a days i think

let me know if you have any other questions!

[ladysomething]

atp I don't even know why I keep asking stuff as an anon. my identity has been revealed but fuck it.

one more time, let's do 5+1

1. Charles thinking he's the world's most clever person ever has me on the fucking floor. you go get them babe. yes, surely keeping the other idiot satisfied is only because you want to escape. of course sweetie. but question: are omegas more prone to their alpha, or that only goes so far and then they actually can control the feelings said alpha causes on them?

2. Max is an idiot, isn’t he? like, I actually want to open his brain to see how the fuck it works because I am amazed at its capacity (or lack of it/j)

3. I have a thing for the starved man comparision, and it's lovely to see such an accurate scenario for it. because Max actually short-circuited. he's just a man and Charles broke his brain in what? like, less than 5 minutes?

4. Carlos is a little rat, but I'm actually thankful that's he's not like. gross. (please, I'm begging you on my knees. don't make him or other drivers gross) I have this thing where I can kinda stand when oc are gross and little shits, but, even if some would consider said person a little shit (completely reasonable, people are allowed to not like drivers) I don't like it when on fics, they're outright assholes and disgusting craps, cause I don't know with certainity if they are like that irl. idiots and that I can do but over that is too much to bear for me. that's the point where I am reminded that they're real and that stuff. of course, is totally on you, and I don't expect anything, but picture me making puppy eyes at you on this one. and I was wondering, what is he? a beta or an alpha? it probably was said somewhere but I don't remember. because according to my reasoning, he's a beta because he was not in the auction. or was he?

5.I'm so fucking glad I chose wygig as this year's questionable fic. I love it and I have now developed a deep emotional dependence towards it. but haven't we all? (this is to say I love it)

+1. glad you're enjoying (I'm also trip anon btw) had I been in Italy, I would've loved to go to the bar to watch the race. even though I've never gone to watch a race at a bar in Rome, in Italy, depending on where you go, it can be really exciting and ehmmm... definetely an experience, may I call it that way. but sadly, first of all there's a four hour drive from Toscana to Rome and I would get my ass even flatter, and second I left months ago. maybe next time

and as you may have noticed, I gave up with trying to tell you how many points there will be in my ask. have a nice day Mads, enjoy your vacay hun!

look I'll honest. you say your identity has been revealed but you could be any of a handful of anons that have revealed their identity to me. so my terrible memory means that your secret is still safe!

wellllllll ... hm. omegas are definitely more SUSCEPTIBLE to their alphas e.g. with the alpha voice. but anything Charles feels is his real feelings.

haha Max IS an idiot, but so is Charles. they're two idiot peas in an idiot pea pod.

yeah no for real, Max's brain was completely broken. it was like Christmas morning for him haha

Carlos is a beta - basically everybody is a beta. there's only one person whose designation hasn't been revealed yet, but they're not a driver, so. you can pretty much just assume that everybody is a beta. as for making drivers assholes - I don't really do that in general, because usually it's too one dimensional for what I'm writing. it's fun in some scenarios (particularly shorter fics) but even the drivers who are currently 'villains' aren't outright bad people.

hahaha and at the rate it's going, it's length will mean it probably lasts half the year too haha

+1. yeah, I'm really excited!!!! I was kind of like ... if I can't go to Iola, then this is simply an experience I MUST have. cheering for ferrari while they're driving in Italy while I'M in Italy??? ahhhh.

thank you so much, you have a great day too!

[yeshiioo]

Know My Place! Introduction Ch. 0

(Author's note: hi everyone! I'm renewing the first chapter of 'know my place!' because I felt like the chapter seemed a little.. dead. And I don't like it, so I'm going to change it. Alright, peace and enjoy the chapter!)

° ÷ . 4.6k characters !

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ↝ ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱. × °

**I steal a few breaths from the world, for a minute..**

**And then I'll be nothing forever, in all of my memories and all of the things I have seen, will be gone, with my eyes-**

"Sora~! Come down stairs real quick!" My mother shouted. Happily? Excitedly? I don't know how to explain it but she said it in a cheerful tone so I'm probably not in trouble right now, and besides, we just celebrated my birthday earlier! I Shouldn't be worried~

"Okay mom, I'm coming!" I removed my newly bought headphones on my ears and placed them near my neck like an accessory, paused the song that's playing on my phone, then headed off downstairs to greet my mother and ask her why she made me come here. I saw her sitting on the couch as well as my dad.

"What's wrong mom, dad? Do you want me to help you guys with anything?" I asked them curiously.

"Oh, no sweetheart. It's just that I and your dad figured that now is the right time to tell you our most awaited surprise. Go tell her, Kira." My mother nudged my father's shoulder. He also seemed happy. Now my curiosity has reached a thousand percent!

"You tell her, Tohru! Do the honours. I'm so happy for our little girl." dad also seemed really proud of me. Is this it? Am I not a failure to them anymore?

"You dramatic man baby... Fine, I'll do it." She rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at me before saying what she has to say.

"So... I and your father.." her words cut off by my dad's loud dramatic sniffles.

"Kira, honey! I'm trying to tell her the news. Control your tears, and nose." Wow. Is it really that big of a news.. that my dad is actually tearing up? He then nodded and grabbed a tissue to sneeze on.

"Ehem.. as I was saying.. I and your father have enrolled you in London, College of fashion!"

Before I could say anything or object, she continued speaking.

"The college is not here ofcourse, nor in the country so you would have to go to school abroad. That's why we were happy to tell you but also sad because we're going to see you leave soon... Please do well with your studies there, alright?"

I wanted to say something. Say that I didn't want this.. but I might come off as 'bratty' or 'ungrateful', Because as a matter of fact, I don't know anything about fashion. Heck, all my clothes are just tees, pants, and shorts. Yeah sure I can draw... but not design clothing or any other knick-knacks!! How the hell did they apply for my scholarship without me knowing? They're always planning something without my knowledge...

"Oh and before you say something, we've already covered your yearly tuition fee and apartment. I will also transfer you your monthly allowance in your online bank account. Enough for your daily expenses and anything that you want to buy there. Your flight will be a week before your semester starts, okay?"

My dad chimed in on my mother's saying. "Also if you want to ask anything, go ahead sweetie. Now's the right time."

I have so many questions in mind.

When will I get to see you both again? How many years am I going to stay there? When college's finished, where or what country will I stay in? What if I fail? Can I restart? London is.. uh.. where?.. Questions are seriously overwhelming me! But I knew I had to stick to one question and not all at once so they won't get irritated.

"Uhm... Where is London?" Gosh Sora.. you asked a stupid question!

"In the UK, of course. Do you have any more questions?" My dad answered me while my mom just giggled. I feel so embarrassed right now...

"When will I get to see you both again? Will I get yearly vacations?" There, finally.. an important question that I wanted an answer to.

"Of course you will! Your mom and I will plan it. Message us when your summer break starts and ends, okay?" I figured.

Now that I think of it.. Dressing up in nice clothes seems kinda nice. But.. I don't know how to style and I would have to deal with that on my own! Thank gosh Google and Pinterest exist. I just have to find an aesthetic to stick with.

"Text us daily, Sora! We don't know what you're doing there so it's best to keep us updated to not make us worry." My mother said. At least they won't set up cameras in my apartment to spy on me or something... And that's good.

"Yes mom... and dad. I'll make sure to update you both regularly." I smiled, dimples showing. I think it's the most beautiful feature that God gave me.

"The only thing I want to wish for you is to grow your hair back again. You look prettier with longer hair, and who knows if you find a handsome boy over there in London." She winked at me. Of course I showed her my face that SCREAMS disgust.

I saw her check her phone. "Oh well look at that. It's already 8:03 PM! I should start reheating our leftovers now so we can have dinner." She got up from the couch then my dad laid down his feet up on the soft pillows my mom was sitting on.

"It's best for you to already start thinking of packing and planning what to do, so in a few weeks you won't have to worry about that any more." My mother advised me. I just nodded and told her that I'm heading upstairs.

"Hmm.. what to bring, what to bring..." I mumbled, grabbing my large shoulder bag. Clothes and underwear are the best start. My iPad and ipencil for drawing, small sketchbooks, mechanical pencil with extra lead, chargers, headphones, and... What else? Oh, my travel toothbrush and small toothpaste.

I'm just going to buy another everyday items in the UK once I get there. I hope my apartment is near a supermarket or grocery store. After I finished packing, I started to imagine what living in London feels like..

ヘ( © ∆@)ヘ ` * ° .

I've heard about Brits. Good, and bad. I hope that I don't meet the stereotypical British people I researched about a few minutes ago. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through tiktok. They say they're rude.

Maybe judgemental? I don't know but I'm kind of intimidated by them now.

I started to feel sleepy.. just as I was about to doze off, my dad opened the door. "Sora, your mother has been calling you for dinner. Did you not hear her? I've been telling you to just leave your door open so you can hear us when we call you. I know you're excited to pack but you should eat first."

He fetched me to come eat. How long have they been calling me?

"Alright dad, I'm sorry. I'll head downstairs now." I got up from my bed, closed my bedroom door and followed behind my dad.

There I saw our leftovers from the restaurant we went to on my birthday during lunch. We still have a lot of it! Large steak that only half of it was consumed, different types of cheeses have been melted and placed in separate bowls, and rice that my mom cooked.

... After dinner I felt full and tired. I laid on my bed again and started thinking. I can't believe I'm moving abroad after a few weeks. I get homesick easily and can barely cook without making it look like a failed lab concoction!

I'm just really nervous. Nervous for the future... I'll miss my friends here, family, and overall home, but because now that I'm 18, a new journey starts. A brand new, fresh, beginning. Yeah.. I shouldn't worry too much. I should be excited! Rightt... I Sighed.

Before I knew it, my eyes shut from exhaustion.

I can't wait.. I thought to myself....

.

.

. . .⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

**With my eyes, with my body, with me.

****But me and my husband, we are doing better.**

+.*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯.*°

(Author's note: sorry for the really long introduction! I hope you guys didn't get bored while reading. This is my first post btw!! Just to clear things up, Sora's mother is named Tohru, while her dad's name is Kira. In this story, the date today is July 7th. Just enough weeks for her to get ready because college starts on July 29th. Her flight will be on July 22th btw :3 . Sora didn't want to go at the start but then she figured that maybe she should try it for I dunno, experience? Lol anyways I might post weekly... Not sure. Alright goodbye everyone!)

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Just don't re-upload it without credit or my permission..

Yeye-chan out!

[renticat]

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

I said it's conditional yeah it's true but in the videos I said it in wrong context when I should said it's never unconditional. You know the love from narc parents are very much conditional but also, when you're trying your best to met all the conditions somehow there's always another new conditions so it's never ending trying to please the impossible and I am not lying.

It's exhausting, me and my shit now. Cheer up please well I AM FOR 5 MIN when I was really going too deep.on my daydreaming, roleplaying with my imaginary partner then my mind snapped out telling what life is really about surviving but how when I just don't want to survive anymore because I am so tired and feel trapped with no way out? And damn reality can't even let me daydream in peace anymore because she said I am too old now for that.

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. Seriously though someone ever said the first sentence to me and he didn't assume that I've ever tried it but it's too hurtful and scary also back then I am still trying searching for the good but now here I am again trying to make sense everything that is really making no sense for the hope maybe one day it surely get better. But when?

It's better when I am in denial and just deny all this reality as some sort of nightmares and you know talk myself something really nice and perhaps make love to myself just so when reality hits again, I know it wasn't never real. The talk is gonna be okay, is really just a talk for me now. And I hate people who hate me for my truth like they're always saying please be smile and just don't think about sadness, gosh I mean if you're living in entire different planet than me it's okay but don't tell me what to feel. Or are these people also in denial of their own life and can't bear to see someone being so cynical (honest) about this dark triad outlook of life?

Nature is not always pretty things like flowers and butterflies but also prey and the predators. It's sad and happiness side by side but ofc I admit there's maybe too much black than pink on me but it's because I'd like to keep the pink for myself as I have only too little of it. Why black associated with sadness though? Yeah it's like that because it's just is and people never really asking why. Because it's dark but then shiny things like stars looks best when the sky is so dark and that's what we were, I am the dark sky and you're like dancing stars on my eyes, talking about whatever things you like while you still adoring me or probably it was just you take pity on me.

Well you don't have to. You know I am not always dark sky, sometimes I turn into this golden sky, orangey ones is just the cycle is like north pole, too many dark nights compare to the sunny ones but yet there is.

But people pushes themselves so hard to only display and appreciate the sunny days and have the inclination to dismiss about dark days when it's not actually that bad if you have someone by your side as your guiding star but then, not everyone is lucky like that. And certainly not me right now.

find another star then, star dies too you know but also the older the sky, the more and more they becomes so tired of hearing the same lies from the stars. There's too many of them and because they're so pretty mostly it's just becoming boring and unbearable as they would not tell you when the sparks will be gone, it's just gone in an instant and the sky wasn't prepared to just move on to another stars then it's just gonna be lonely night and sometimes sunny days of enlightenment but you know the sun is not the stars is just like warm imaginary little child that everyone had in their head, your own sparks so it's great but sometimes you longing still for the beautiful stars as they give you some kind of sparks you can't produce it on your own.

It's beautiful but also painful.

[im-tops-bottom]

D-Day of 21'

"Hyung why can't we talk about D-day of 21?" I just wanna know what it is.

"Yeah how come we're the only ones who doesn't know?"

"I would rather be in your place right now"

"I'm jealous of you"

"okay kids gather around, it's story time"

"ugh does the old man really have to do this?"

"yes otherwise those two will be on our cases til they wear us down"

"airfryer 180° for 20 minutes each"

"we are not going to cook them and please don't bring your Hyunjin sized air fryer into the dorms"

"boooo boring"

"Hyung do we really have to sit through this"

"if we just relive it one more time then we can put it behind us"

"or you can just tell Hyunjin and Changbin the story without us"

"yeah but where would the fun in that be?"

"you're a cruel leader. We need to expose you. This goes against the Geneva convention"

"sit down before I make"

"ugh fine"

"Good now let me tell you the story of how a Quokka and Chick came out of the forest completely naked after being saved by their nice lovely leader"

Everyone but Chan, Hyunjin and Changbin groan loudly. Hyunjin and Changbin are excited to hear the story. Chan is just excited to share it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chan groans as he's been woken up by a body jumping on him.

"HYUNG HYUNG WAKE UP! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY"

Chan rolls on to his back noting in his head to ask Felix to give it a massage later.

"Happy birthday Quokka. Where's your birthday twin? He's usually here helping you wake me up"

"first of all it's not helping if I have to wake him up to help me only for him to come crawling into your bed and cuddling you back to sleep. Then when you finally do wake up, he's gotta be rewoken up"

"okay that is true. But where is he?"

"I told everyone I wanted to start my day with a game of hide n seek so he said he needed to prepare by doing yoga for his back"

"fair enough. Give me a moment to wake up properly and shower. Then I'll get ready"

"Thanks Channie. Oh and by the way breakfast is gonna be ready soon"

"Thank you baby"

...

After getting ready and eating breakfast, Chan washes the dishes, puts his shoes on, gathers everyone around, counting them to make sure they are all there and then laying down some rules. Some much needed rules after the whole Street Fair debacle.

"Okay everyone, grab your partner, stick with them at all times and keep your phones on"

"Hyung why are we pairing Hannie and Lixie hyungs up? They're just as terrible as each other"

Before Chan can say anything Minho steps in.

"Chan if you wanna keep an eye on those then I'll go with Jinnie and Binnie, someone's gotta keep Binnies lips warm"

"YAH! You're a menace to society and you should go with the maknaes because maknaes"

"no thank you. We actually keep an eye on our surroundings and know all the best hiding spots. We don't want anyone ruining them."

"Hey you found most of them because of me"

"Yes yes yes all hail the great Bbokari, Felix"

"thank you"

"great. Glad we got that settled. Now let's head down to the park by the forest."

Everyone cheered as they walked outside and made their way down to the park. They were contemplating on asking their manager to drive them but since they had a week off, they decided he needed a week off too.

As they got to the park they got into their buddy system and started the first round of hide n seek with HyungBin counting first. Vocalracha had reluctantly accepted Minho as Changbin begged them to take the hyung. In exchange for saving his lips and butt, he has to buy them food for the rest of the month. Thank god it's only the 14th.

Chan was dragged by Han and Felix into the forest since it'll be easier to hide there and the other 3 had gone to hide on the playground in their animal forms.

"hey I see a hole up in that tree. Maybe we can hide up there in it"

"That sounds like a great idea Hannie"

"that's good and all but I'm a wolf. A big wolf might I add. I'm definitely not gonna make it up there"

"oh hmmm we can hide some where else"

Not one to make the sad quokka even sadder Chan hatched up a plan.

"okay how about this, you two hide in tha thole up there and I'll climb that big tree over there. It's got plenty of branches and leaves so I can even hide up there in human form"

Chan smiles as he sees the excited smiles on their faces at the thought of what they're about to do.

"okay let's do this"

Han quickly changes into Quokka and climbs the tree immediately waiting by the hole in the tree trunk

Felix changes into his baby chick form and waddles to the tree. He tries to climb it but realizes several things. He has wings and a break. He can't fly. And he most certain cannot climb the tree in this form.

Chan swoons at his cuteness and puts his hand on the ground.

"Hey Lixie here, hope on my hand. I'll give you a boost up there"

Felix chirps as he does exactly that. He gets a ride on to Chans shoulder as Chan walks up to the tree.

"Hold on tight baby"

Felix is confused at first but yelps and scrambles to claw and bite into Chan's shirt as Chan climbs the tree.

'Sorry Hyung. That startled me'

"it's okay baby. I should have prepared you for it at first"

Chan climbs the few branches til he reaches the one that Han is waiting on. He helps Felix get on to the branch.

"okay you, remember ... I am 3 trees down. If anything happens you two either call out for me or run to me, got it?"

Han and Felix immediately nod. Chan quickly helps Felix who almost dropped off the branch because he nodded to fast.

"Lord help me. Love you two"

'Love you too' can be heard from the two small critters on the branch.

Chan drops down, grabs Han and Felix's clothes that drop when they changed forms and heads over to the big tree. Making sure to look back until he sees Han and Felix enter the hole.

He gets to the big tree and climbs til he's at the biggest brach and decides to transform into his wolf form and lay on it like a cat. It's covered in alot of leaves so he prays it'll help hide him.

After a quick snooze he hears sounds and whines. He looks around and can't see anything. Thinking that it's coming from his tree neighbors, he hops down from the branch, makes sure all their clothes are where he left them and makes his way towards the tree buddies.

He would transform back into a human but he wanted to be ready for any kind of threat.

He was prepared for just about anything. Anything that wasn't what he was witnessing right now.

In front of him a chick plops out of a hole at the bottom of the tree, covered in dirt and all sorts of stuff. After him a quokka plops out of the tree looking the same.

'Are you two alright'

The two jolt and quickly look up. They see their Hyung and immediately run.

Chan looks at them in confusion as they transform into their human forms and run buck naked screaming for their lives.

It's not until he hears sounds coming from the tree again that he turns his head back and sees a bunch of very angry squirrels who start throwing acorns and nuts at him.

'what the F-ouch!'

He gets pelted by them and runs after the other two screaming. Forgetting the clothes.

As he makes his way through the clearing and to the park, he sees a scared Han and Felix explaining to a shocked Minho, Seungming and Jeongin about what happened.

He sees them all turn their heads and he comes racing out of the forest.

"RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES. THERES ANGRY SQUIRRELS!"

All the group sees is an army of squirrels throwing nuts and acorns. They all start running and screaming in terror.

Everyone forgetting their clothes and something else they just couldn't put their minds to because they were beyong terrified at what's happening.

They managed to make their way towards their dorm and hide out.

After checking and rechecking the perimeters, they finally manage to calm down. Not a single squirrel in sight.

They sit in the living room asking Han and Felix what had happened.

"Well after we went into the hole, we realized it was a home and that there were nuts stored there. I got a bit hungry and ate it all."

"When he had finished eating, we were joking about how we can move into the tree outside the dorms and start our own little family"

"but it caused us to think how would a quokka and chicken make a baby so we scrapped the idea."

"we got bored of waiting and was about to head out to look for Channie hyung til we heard sounds"

"we looked up to the entry of the hole and saw a bunch of squirrels so I decided to talk to them"

"turns out we slept in their home and ate the food they stored"

"they got angry at that and chased us out. They started throwing nuts at us and Felix tried to fight them"

"They didn't teach us how to fight in a chick form against squirrels in black belt training"

"I had to grab him and push him down towards the hole we found when we got in there."

"and that's when we saw Chan and fled the crime scene"

"Oh shit"

"Guy's I just realized we're all naked"

Everyone turns to each other and looks at each other shocked.

Chan's phone starts ringing and he gulps as he sees JYP's name pop up on his screen.

"Guys we forgot our clothes"

Chan answers the phone and winces as he hears JYP yelling.

"WHY AM I GETTING CALLS FROM NEWS COMPANIES AND YOUR MANAGER TALKING ABOUT 6 NAKED MEMBERS OF STRAY KIDS RUNNING THROUGH A PARK AND DOWN THE STREETS TOWARDS THEIR HOME? YOU GUYS ARE LUCKY NO KIDS OR TEENS WERE OUT AT THE TIME. JUST ADULTS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS"

"I-.."

"NO DON'T 'I' ME BAHNG CHRISTOPHER CHAHN. I WANT YOU 6 HERE RIGHT NOW. I'M GLAD IT WASN'T ALL 8 OF YOU"

Chan gasps and looks horrified

"Guys we forgot about Hyunjin and Changbin"

"I'M SORRY YOU DID WHAT!?!"

Chan winces once again.

"Sorry sir. We'll grab Hyunjin and Changbin, tell them we have a meeting and they can go do whatever they want."

"See you boys soon"

The call ends and a flustered Chan stares at a wall to mentally prepare himself for the rest of the day.

"What did he say Hyung?"

"All 6 of us have a meeting with him. I'll text our manager to come pick us up. Then I'll text Hyunjin and Changbin they can do whatever they want and I'll shout them and us lunch later on.

After messaging everyone, and making their way to the JYPe building, they spend the next hour getting scolded by everyone there and apologizing profusely about it. They ended up signing some papers, had SKZ's holiday extended until everything dies down and are banned from the building until their holiday is up. Thankfully it was only extended for an 2 weeks and then they'll have another meeting for updates on everything.

After apologizing a few more times and thanking the higher ups , they make their way towards the van to be driven home where they plan to meet up with Changbin and Hyunjin who went out to a museum.

"Hyung should we tell Jinnie and Binnie hyungs?"

"Hell no. They'll take the piss out of all of us for that."

"if they haven't heard the rumours now before the company makes sure no news outlets turned this into the next big thing then they can keep it that way"

"I wanna forget everything that happened"

"This is so embarrassing"

Felix who had been in tears since the incident occured and hadn't stopped crying til they got to the car, looks around at everyone.

"let's make a pact to never mention this ever again. We'll go home, try and see if Changbin and Hyunjin had heard anything, go about our day, have a nice lunch, and celebrate the rest of Hannies birthday. By tomorrow we forget everything that happened."

Everyone nods and brings their hands into the middle shaking on it.

"Good. Now let's go have some fun and take our minds of things"

"maybe we can go pick up our clothes from the park and forest as well"

After grabbing their clothes from the park and forest they make their way home.

Changbin and Hyunjin were there waiting for them to arrive.

"Hey how did the meeting go"

"why weren't we needed for the meeting?"

"oh there was something that required uhm"

Chan was having a hard time coming up with an explanation so Felix quickly shouted

"I'M MAKING SOME BROWNIES AND COOKIES WHO WANTS SOME?"

Everyone cheered and Changbin along with Hyunjin forgot all about their curiosities. None the wiser.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A flushed Chan finishes recounting what he remembered from that day and sits back on the chair.

"I'm gonna need about 12 bottles of soju to drink away the memories"

"you ain't the only one Hyung"

There's a moment of silence before the room is filled with giggles and laughter. All of it coming from Changbin and Hyunjin. One is laughing as he wiggles on the couch, while the other laughed so hard he fell off the couch and is now on the floor laughing away with tears in his eyes.

After an hour of tears and calming down they start breathing normally again. They wipe their tears away with the tissues an annoyed Minho gives them. Neither of the two payed attention to his threatening glances as if he is willing to shove the tissues down their throats if they didn't stop.

"are you two done now?"

They both nod with a bit of a giggle but not enough to send them into another laughing fit.

"I can't believe you two discussed if a Quokka and a Chicken could have sex. Chickens lay eggs. And you guys call me the leader of paboracha"

"really. Of everything I said, THAT is the takeaway from all of this"

"oh I have blackmail now. I can use it to finally get my Innie and Bokkie kisses"

"That is just wrong. Morally wrong"

"I'm am but a mere dwaekki without morals. I know it seems unethical but really.... I can finally get what I want"

"speaking of you two...where the fuck were you guys?"

"oh we forgot all about the game because it was hard to find anyone in their skzoo forms. So we went out for ice cream"

Chan becomes so done with them.

"and we told you guys what happened"

"the lion"

"the witch"

"and the audacity of this bi- OW!"

"Felix no swearing. Do you want to put another 10000 won into the swear jar?"

"I mean you did mark it for your funeral old man, so let the baby swear"

"I don't get paid enough for this"

"Guys I just had a thought"

Everyone turns to stare at Hyunjin.

"Can any one of us get each other pregnant? Cuz I'd like to see a ferret chicken combo. Just one long yellow cheese stick really"

Everyone groans as they all get up and walk away to do their own thing.

"yup their goes our leader of paboracha"

"your thinking skills astounds me"

"he needs a brain in order to think in the first place. He's surviving off one braincell that paboracha shares and today isn't his day to use it"

"hey!"

"we're not that stupid"

"If anyone here is stupid then I think it would be Felix for thinking he could tae Kwon do an army of squirrels by himself in his chick form"

"I reckon I could take them on"

"sure sure Felix. Whatever you say"

"but I totally could"

Felix starts whining before an idea pops into his head.

"hey wait I have an idea"

"what's your idea Bok-ah?"

"Well since it's my birthday today why don't we all go to the park and finish off that hide n seek match we never really got to finish"

Everyone agrees, gets ready and sets off to the same big park with the big forest.

"I guess since we are here to finish it off, Binnie and I can recount"

Everyone agrees to this and go hide as HyunBin begin to count.

Everyone has changed into their animal forms and makes a dash towards different areas.

It's peaceful as Chan lays down in the ground behind a tree that feels awfully familiar. Before he can wonder why he hears screams.

He makes his way down towards another familiar tree and sees a naked Han and an equally naked Felix run from out behind the tree making their way towards the opening.

Chan hears some rustling and looks down to see some angry squirrels and it hits him why the area seemed familiar to him.

"oh for fu-"

A squirrel throws a nut at him stopping him from finishing his sentence.

He sets off screaming about killer squirrels out to get him as he makes his way towards the clearing.

This time he makes his way towards the park and Changbin and Hyunjin are there to witness it all.

They're all attacked by flying nuts and acorns as they all race out of the park and back towards their dorm.

Chan looks behind him and sees that the squirrels stopped at the edge of the park before it starts heading towards the side walk. They turn around and go back towards the forest. Chan sighs in relief and continues running alongside his members.

By the time they make their way back to the dorms, they're all panting and calming down from the run.

"it's safe. They didn't follow us back"

"oh thank god"

"who knew squirrels had great memories"

"they recognized us immediately"

Before anyone else could say something, Chan's phone rings. He feels a sense of de ja Vu as he answers the call.

"hey s-"

"DO NOT HEY SIR ME! I JUST GOT A CALL FROM A CERTAIN GROUPS MANAGER WHO TOLD ME THAT HE SAW 8 IDIOTS RUNNING DOWN THE STREET. ITS A FUCKING UPGRADE FROM LAST TIME. IN MY OFFICE. ALL 8 OF YOU! MANAGER IS ON HIS WAY"

The call ends and Chan's wincing since he answered dies out. He groans as he looks around at everyone.

"oh god we did it again"

Everyone immediately clicks on as the sense of de ja vu all of them but HyunBin felt hits them like a freight train.

"oh god we're all naked again"

"is this how the first time felt?"

"welcome to the "your dead" gang. Can't believe that happened again"

"Hannie, Lixie, What the hell?"

"we found a tree that looked awfully familiar. We saw this hole close to the ground and went inside. Who knew it was the same tree as last time. The squirrels started yelling at us throwing a nut at Lixies head. I couldn't let that stand so I fought them."

"I had to stop the fight and got them to be civil with each other."

"they told us they remembered us from back then and they got angry. It probably didn't help that I ate their nut supply"

"again*

"well we just booked ourselves a free ticket to a meeting at JYPe building"

Everyone groans

"our manager is on his way so let's clean ourselves up, get ready and mentally prepare ourselves. At least Felix isn't crying"

"I'm doing well"

"great. Hold that in til we get to the meeting "

"We can pick up our clothes from the park on our way there"

"yeah I'll let the manager know when we comes by"

"wait... I just realized....what has this got to do with Han, rooming with Felix and kisses?"

"Ever since that day, Han had spent the whole 4 week holiday in quokka form trying to put a baby into poor baby Lix."

"thank god I was there to intercept every time."

"hey! At the time I thought it could be possible"

"first off lixie was a baby chick you idiot"

"second of all and let's let these two in on it....we took Han to a very special vet friend who gave him the whole sex talk and anatomy talk of a quokka and a chicken"

"hey I learned my lesson okay. I am a changed person"

"haven't changed enough since we got into this mess once again because of you"

"and by tomorrow I'll be a changed man again"

"at least this time he ain't trying a weird form of species intermixing"

Everyone goes about doing their thing to get ready for a long day ahead.

What a wonderful way to spend the 15th of September

[erabundus]

@ruinlost &&. said... ❛ we can be your family. ,you get two cool brothers-❜ farrow @ the modern verse !

❝  m'not  crying.  ❞  the  boy  insists  —  though  his  red  eyes  and  trembling  voice  tell  a  different  story.  there's  a  newspaper  clutched  between both  hands,  text  smudged  slightly  by  droplets  of  moisture.  even  so,  the  name  emblazoned  across  the  front  is  DISGUSTINGLY  familiar.  a  rising  star.  a  prodigy  on  the  stage.  beneath  the  title  is  a  photograph.  the  grayscale  doesn't  properly  convey  the  extravagance  of  his  outfit;  it  all  blurs  together,  some  indecipherable  mass  of  patterns  and  tones.  there  are  petals  strewn  about,  gone  blurry  around  the  edges  with  movement,  and  in  his  hands  he  cradles  a  bouquet.  it's  a  little  funny;  he's  smiling.  it's  a  little  funny  because  he  knows  what  kind  of  bitter  thoughts  swirl  behind  that  CHEERFUL  seeming  expression.  it's  all  fake.  it's  all  a  lie.  he's  just  reflecting  what  he  thinks  everyone  wants  to  see  —  maybe  then,  maybe  if  he's  perfect,  someone  will  actually  start  to  CARE.

❝  i  told  her  what  day  the  performance  was  on.  she  knew  it  was  important.  she  had  to  know.  ❞  ren  scrubs  at  his  face  with  the  back  of  his  hand.  a  tremor  runs  through  his  frame  anew  as  he  mutters,  ❝  why ...  why  does  everything  else  always  come  before  me?  why  is  she  always  so  busy?  why  am  i  never  GOOD  enough?  ❞  he  punctuates  the  question  by  crumpling  the  paper  in  his  hand  and  throwing  it  —  though  its  light  weight  doesn't  afford  it  much  distance.  back  pressing  to  the  wall,  ren then  slides  to  the  ground.  he's  glad  they're  the  only  ones  who  really  frequent  this  corner  of  the  rec  center;  he  doesn't  want  anyone  else  to  SEE  HIM  like  this.  (  pathetic.  ugly.  flawed.  )   ❝  i  just  want  her  to  remember  i  exist.  ❞ he mutters, burying his face in his knees. ❝ and act like she's my mom ...  ❞

but  that's  entirely  the  PROBLEM,  isn't  it?  it's  almost  like  she  doesn't  want  to.  he's  old  enough  to  recognize  the  way  she  looks  at  him  —  as  if  he's  something  PAINFUL  to  stare  at.  he  doesn't  understand.  why  was  he  even  born  if  his  own  parent  can't  stand  having  him  around?

we  can  be  your  family.  ❝  ...  ❞  and  slowly,  slowly  ren  looks  up  at  farrow's  response.  there  are  tears  streaming  down  his  face  anew.  there's  a  pathetic  sniffle,  and  another  ill-fated  effort  to  wipe  them  away.  ❝  you  can  do  that?  ❞  he  asks,  genuine  confusion  filling  his  voice  —  as  if  it's  a  completely  new  concept.  a  slow  blink.  then,  tilting  his  head,  ❝  do  you ...  really  want  to?  ❞  he  doesn't  even  know  what  that  would  realistically  entail  —  only  that  he  wants  nothing  more  than  to  say  yes.  (  hear  yes  in  return.  )

someone. anyone. please care about him. please care about him. please care about him.

ANGST SENTENCE STARTERS

[awesomewithoutme]

fave fearless album lyrics for it's annivesrary?

We're driving down the road, I wonder if you know I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now. But you're just so cool. Run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you. And I don't know how it gets better than this. You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless. And I don't know why but with you, I'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless.

When all you wanted, was to be wanted. Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now. Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday, but I realized some bigger dreams of mine. And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind. And we both cried.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you. We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew. So close your eyes. Escape this town for a little while, oh, oh. Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter. And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet". But you were everything to me, I was begging you, "Please don't go". And I said, "Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say yes". Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby, just say yes.

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful. But would they write a song for you?

I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well. This is a big world, that was a small town, there in my rear view mirror disappearing now.

She wears short skirts, I wear t shirts. She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers.

I'm the one who makes you laugh, when you know you're 'bout to cry. I know your favorite songs, and you tell me about your dreams. Think I know where you belong, Think I know it's with me.

The music starts playing like the end of a sad movie. It's the kind of ending you don't really wanna see, cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down.

I took a chance. I took a shot. And you might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not. You took a swing, I took it hard. And down here from the ground I see who you are.

You had me crawling for you, honey and it never would've gone away, no. You used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade. So you don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw. There's nothing left to beg for. And you can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you, baby, like I did before. You're not sorry.

And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called. And then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all. And you flashback to when he said "forever and always". And it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone. Cause I was there when you said, "Forever and always", you didn't mean it baby.

I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong.

So we've been outnumbered, raided and now cornered. It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair. We're getting stronger now, find things they never found. They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared.

The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet. I'll catch you, I'll catch you. When people say things that bring you to your knees, I'll catch you. The time is gonna come when you're so mad, you could cry, but I'll hold you through the night until you smile.

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like, "I can't keep my eyes off of you". I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl, who's desperately in love with you. Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar.

Now it's getting so much clearer. Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face, today was a fairytale.

But like the dollar in your pocket, it's been spent and traded in. You can't change where it's been, reminds me of me.

[sunnyie-eve]

13 | Break It

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

Soon Mal comes running to them begging Uma to help her because her and Ben saw something in Uma. "You talk pretty, but... she's already made up her mind." Harry tells Mal.

"You brought this on yourself, Mal. You figure out how to fix it. Let's go." Uma tells Harry.

"I can't help. I'm sorry, Mal. I'm just a princess." Bella follows the two. As they all walk they stop seeing Mal turned into a dragon so Bella ran back and they follow her.

"She doesn't stand a chance without the ember." Uma looks up.

"Uma, you're gonna have to do the right thing." Bella takes off running.

"I hate how fast she is for a princess." Harry groans following her.

"We're stronger together! I'm right here, Mal!" Uma shouts up at her. "Regain your might and ignite. I'm right here, girl. Regain your might and ignite!" Mal gets the ember to work again so they cheer for her.

After Mal stops Audrey, Mal tells Ben they need Hades to help Audrey get better so when he sends the guards to go get him the others were wanting to head back home. Bella stands with Uma, Harry, Gil, and Celia while they wait for their ride to take them back to the Isle.

"Oh, a gift for you." Bella steps in front of Harry to put her necklace on him, "To remember me while you're stuck at home wishing to bug me." She smiles rewording what he told her.

"Bella,"

"Hey, it's fair. You gave me a gift. I give you a gift. Except, I can't say till next time like you told me." She sighs, "I'm sorry for how things turned out." She tells the whole group.

"It's not your fault. And I know you are different because you were nice to us when we held brother as a hostage." Uma gives her a hug.

"Bye, Bee. I'll miss you and the fresh free fruit." Gil makes her laugh.

"I bet. I promise to make sure Dizzy and the twins are great here, Celia." Bella tells her as she gets in the car.

Harry was last in line to get into the car so he hugs Bella, "I'm never out of sight." He whispers into her ear. They look into each other's eyes slowly leaning in but get interrupted.

"Princess, the King would like to see you."

"Goodbye," Bella leaves watching Harry get into the car. "You needed me?" She asks Ben.

"I know you're upset." He starts.

"No kidding, Ben. I never get to see three new friends. I don't get to see..." Her voice cracks, "They're your people too and you're turning your back on them. People can't live in fear their whole life because people stuck on the Isle want out for a better life." Bella tells him as Mal listen to her outside the door.

"Bella,"

"Don't Bella me, please. I'm not in the mood." Bella heads for the door.

"You're mostly upset because of Harry." Ben makes her face him.

"So what if that's one of the reasons? I can't have feelings for a villain but you can marry one?" She tells him before walking out ignoring Mal to go to her room.

Everyone was waiting for Ben and Mal all happy while Bella stood with her parents her arms crossed, "Fake that you're happy for brother." Belle tells her daughter.

"I am happy for him." She says as they come out and up to make a speech and cheer to the Queen of Auradon.

"I can't." Mal says, "I can't be Queen of Auradon." She adds out loud. "I can't turn my back on the Isle. I hat Bella told you was right." She adds to Ben. "We made a decision... to closer the barrier forever. And it was my idea. But it's wrong. I've learned... that you can't live in fear... because it doesn't actually protect you from anything. You never know where the bad is gonna come from. And you never know where the heroes are gonna come from either. Without Uma and her pirates, Auradon would be gone. And without Hades... my father... Audrey would be gone. We are all capable of good and bad, no matter what happens side of the barrier we come from." Mal tells the crowd, "And that's why I can't be Queen of just Auradon. I have to be Queen of the Isle, too. And it's time that we take the barrier down forever."

"We can't do that." Adam speaks up.

"It's up to them, dad." Bella tells him so Ben looks at his sister smiling.

"I choose to be a King who moves forward. It's time for forgiveness. It's time for new beginnings. It's time I make my sisters dream come true that she's been telling me about our whole lives. The barrier will come down!" Ben tells the crowd.

"Yes!" Carlos cheers so everyone laughs at him and cheer for it to come down.

"Thank you two for doing the right thing." Bella hugs them both.

"You never said it was her dream growing up." Mal looks at Ben.

"I said she put the thought in my head. It just started when we were seven." He laughs as the other three come up to join Mal to take it down.

When Mal breaks the barrier the cloud over the Isle disappears and the bridge connects the two islands. Everyone on the Isle was confused and start to get happy. Uma looks at Harry and gives him a smile.

We're gonna break this down We're gonna rock the town Everyone all around Let's be whoever like this Stronger together like this

The four go with a few people to meet the others on the bridge then they all come back.

We're gonna break this down We're gonna rock the town Everyone all around Just be whoever like this Stronger together like this We reunited like this

Bringing it, bringing it, b-b-b-bringing it down Bringing it, bringing it, b-b-b-bringing it down Bringing it, bringing it, b-b-b-bringing it down Bringing it, bringing it, b-b-b-bringing it down (Down)

Those who were already from Auradon come back to join the rest while everyone from the Isle stood there and looked at them. Ben bows to welcome them and everyone follows doing the same.

"Whoo!" Uma cheers and they all run to join.

Gil high-fives Bella them Harry picks her up spinning her around.

We're gonna break this down (Break this down) We're gonna rock the town (Oh, we're gonna rock this town) Everyone all around (Oh, around) Just be whoever like this (Come on!) Stronger together like this (Uh) We reunited like this

We're gonna break this down (Come on! We're gonna break this down) We're gonna rock the town (Come on, *everybody on the isle gonna like this*) Everyone all around (Oh, around) Just be whoever like this Stronger together like this (Stronger together like this) We reunited like this (Hey!)

Bringing it, bringing it, b-b-bringing it down

Everyone cheers as more people from the Isle come to join. "Bella." Evie spends her around so Uma joins them and they talk about Mal.

"Princess." Harry leans towards the three so she turns around grabbing his face placing her lips on his.

"Neither one prepared, Beauty and The Pirate." Uma sings laughing at them.

"Who ever thought that this could be?" Evie starts to laugh too as they pull out of the kiss.

"Oh, hush." Harry tells them so they leave the two alone.

"I just noticed... You don't have your hook with you." Bella laughs so he shuts her up with a kiss.

"Is it too early to say I love you?" Harry shocks her.

"I mean, kind of, but I'm a Princess and taking how they have the reputation of the whole love at first site thing and fall for their princes ridiculously quick... No, it's not too early." She takes his hand into hers, "On that note, time to meet my parents."

"Izzy," He groans as she drags him to them.

"Mom, Dad. This is Harry Hook, my boyfriend as of now." Bella rests her head on his shoulder.

Belle and Adam look at each other than smile at their daughter, "It's nice to meet the boy who stole our daughter's heart." Bella smiles.

"Congratulations on doing what seemed impossible." Adam adds.

"Ehh, wasn't that hard." Harry smiles at Bella, "She had mine the moment she stole money from me."

"Well, again it wasn't yours to begin with." She smiles up at him.

"Might I add it's a great thing she takes after her mother or I would never had a chance." He kisses her cheek.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour Day 279

There’s Something About Mary/Oxygen

“There’s Something About Mary”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean race to locate Mary after realizing an ongoing rash of hunter deaths across the country is no accident

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I figured that the opening death would be a hunter, so I’m totally good. Pissed of that it seems to have been Eileen…even more pissed off that the BMoL seem to have themselves their own hellhound. Crowley, get your shit in order, man

Ohhhh, oh, Sam. He really did like Eileen. They were cute and a little flirty and she was a damn good hunter ☹️

Oh hey, Crowley. You should probably get better demons. These ones just aren’t doin their job

I’m not convinced this is actually Mary…shapeshifter?? Maybe? Nope, brainwashing. It was Mary. Probably

There was no GOOD way to break it to Mary all the hell John put their boys through, but this was probably the worst way to find out. Fuck you, BMoL lady

CROWLEY!! YOU GAVE KETCH THE HELLHOUND?!?! I’m so mad about that

He cuddles with the hellhounds?? You’re right, Luci, it strikes me as odd as well

I'd say I can't believe the head of the BMoL is pitting Ketch and Bevel (lady from the start of the season) against each other, but I actually totally can

Eileen sent them a letter, scared that she was being watched by the BMoL and asking to bunk with themmmmmmm. I'm even sadder that she's gone

Mannnn, things are not looking good for my man Crowley. I'm as fickle as any demon on this show. My loyalty to a king of hell relies on who's being the most fun and cunty at the moment

They're insufferable. I hope they both die (Ketch and Bevel).

I hope this is a trick on Mary's part and not that the brainwashing is working. Attack that man, Mary. You did it before.

"you certainly don't know me. you wouldn't want to" yeah, no shit. I've been bored with you for a WHILE.

The shock of her pulling the gun, momentarily pointing it at Ketch but then pointing it at herself...hated that so much. should have just kept it at Ketch. Mary, no. I get it. You're in a really bad situation and actually shooting him would not make anything better (and would probably make it worse), but NO

you don't get to make promises to her, you foul wretch of a man

I don't like guns, I'm typically a fan of evil women, but seeing Sam pull a gun on Bevel (even though he didn't shoot) had me cheering in a way that surprised me. I just fucking hate the BMoL.

omg. Crowley didn't even realize he was being controlled...

Does he have one more trick up his sleeve? Crowley...nah. you transferred your soul somewhere else. I know you did. I know you're not dead. There was literally no fun lighting when you died.

I want her to be playing the BMoL again...Please, shoot them. No...

Yeah. I knew the rat was important.

So, to wrap up. Sam, Dean, and Bevel are all locked in the bunker that doesn't have water and is quickly losing oxygen. Mary is still with Ketch (which I fucking hate). Crowley is seemingly dead, but I'm pretty sure he's possessing the rat that was right by him before Lucifer stabbed him. Lucifer is free and out looking for his soon to be born son. And I miss Castiel.

"Oxygen"

Plot Description: The Doctor, Bill, and Nardole discover that their spacesuits are trying to kill them!

Nooooo, she was so in love with her crewmate, why'd they all have to die??

What does the Doctor ACTUALLY teach at this university??

Oh, Nardole. He hasn't figured out the Doctor always lies yet. Of course he can go to space whenever he wants no matter what he tells you the TARDIS may need to get there

No, Bill, you're right. You SHOULD be floating if you're in space.

Ohhhhhhhh, I've figured out why I actually do like Nardole, now. He fits right in with my current favorite genre of Disney characters. I went through my princess phase, not sure I'll ever fully leave my villain phase, but my current favorite is the crotchety sidekick: zazu, cogsworth, sebastian...the ones who don't want the main characters to have any fun or be in any danger ever, no matter what.

Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh I hate capitalism in space (also on earth, but I get so annoyed when it's in space too.) First sometime tries to maximize work time by decreasing the amount of time we sleep and now they're literally charging for every breath you take. Someone is. I don't know who, but I hate them

I don't trust this disembodied voice the gang is trusting. I trust him only marginally more than I trust the AI for the suits

Did they run out of plots at the end of Moffat's run? Because this is giving the two parter under the lake with the ghosts. But that one at least had some fun time travel fuckery

I hate that Bill's suit is acting up more than anyone else's. I know she'll be okay and she has more episodes, but no. no. no. no. no...do not give me a Bill almost-death. Illegal.

The things the Doctor will give up for the people he loves.

Is Bill only still alive because she can't pay to literally die?? Is that what the Doctor is getting at here? I don't like this episode. I didn't want to watch Bill nearly die twice

I do like that Twelve is more receptive to hugs though.

Oh. Interesting. I mean, I am with Nardole here that what the Doctor did was too risky, especially now knowing he's still blind and that will upset WHAT/WHOEVER THE FUCK IT IS THAT'S IN THE VAULT. But that is very much just on top of almost getting Bill killed twice, for me.

[bellafragolina]

Aww, I'm really happy to hear you like my team building! I actually don't have any IRL experience with playing competitive or even battling friends through a DS link. But I figured if OC Rachel is a trainer, I should think like one when I decide on her team (though there is some blatantly emotional reasoning in keeping Luxray and Froslass around no matter what). I've really gone down the rabbit hole in planning. I've spent hours on researching team compositions, comparisons and picking out moves. I've been using the Marriland Team Builder, the Pokemon Showdown Team Builder (for EV / IV, items and nature), Smogon University and Pokemon Database for base stat information.

The images with tallies was from the richi3f team planner on github, which I learned of through tiktok, I stopped using it part way because I still like Marriland's more. It's easier to understand and tells me the exact weakness to effectiveness ratio. BTW, the tallies in the first pic represent Team Defense, blue tallies mean a pokemon on my team is immune or resistant to a given type. Orange means a pokemon on my team is weak to that type. In that photo you can see Fairy and Ghost have red rings around their symbols and that they both have more orange tallies than blue, meaning my overall team is incredibly weak to Fairy and Ghost type moves/pokemon. The second set of tallies is Coverage, which I'm still trying to figure out what metrics it's using. Again, I prefer Marriland.

I see your point on Rachel having Pokemon from elsewhere, though here's what I'm thinking and why I'm being a lil gung-ho about her team being Sinnoh-based: Rachel is currently being writen as a "what if we saw a game protag 10-15 years later and they're an adult now". That said, Rachel is not a stand-in for Dawn/Lucas, nor did she grow up beside them, meet the legendaries, and may or may not have played a part in stopping Cyrus. But she had her own pokemon adventure, has been a trainer since childhood and would have built a full team before she would've been old enough to leave Sinnoh. Unless I wrote her as being from a wealthy family that could travel abroad or active military family, but I have not lived those experiences, and Rachel is 90% me, so I won't. Furthermore, I see the game protags as being like 1 in 1 million level child prodigies, Arceus chosen if you will, and while Rachel is talented, she's not a living legend like Red or a hero like May and Dawn were.

However, that's not to say that her present day self doesn't have foreign pokemon, hasn't travelled, or use foreign pokemon in battle, but they aren't her primary team. Once as I'm confident about what her primary team is, I'll look into giving her other pokemon and maybe create a multinational B Team.

As far as what she's doing now, I'm not sure. I know I want her to be an artist and that I want her to keep battling as either a prevalent hobby or as a side hustle. I like how Gen 9 introduced the idea of having champion-ranked trainers who aren't The Champion of the region. Maybe she's champion or E4 ranked. Maybe she does frequent different battle facilities or has a side job as a gym trainer, battly faculty member or as a teacher. I haven't decided.

Anyway, I'm so fucking hyped that you like her and have an interest in watching her develop into a real character. And don't feel bad about the slow reply! I know you stay busy.

I see! I wish you the best of luck then! It’s a never ending research rabbit hole no doubt, but I’m confident you’ll figure something out! I can’t offer much help, but I can definitely cheer you on!

Rachel’s journey sounds super interesting! If you have any plot points or a whole story about it, I’d love to see it! I love ocs so very much! And Rachel is super interesting being a kid prodigy all grown up! There’s a million directions to take her in, and I’m excited to see which you choose!

Keep me updated please!!! And thanks for explaining the tallies and such! I appreciate it!!!

[syn4k]

Tell me all about the characters. Tell me about how Pix and fwhip and Gem are tell meeeee

OK SO

(Here's the fic this ask is referencing- if you haven't read it yet, go ahead and get yourself caught up before clicking the readmore! Make sure to heed the chapter warnings and the tags, please.)

[all of these descriptions are for the characters in this AU]

Pix is an extremely skinny medium dark-skinned man with long matter brown hair that reaches down to his upper middle back. It might have been pulled back into a ponytail at one point, but now it's tangled beyond almost all recognition. His beard is the same way. There's a lot of grey peppered in both. He wears a long light yellow cloak, the same that a regular townsperson in Pixandria might wear, loose dark blue pants, a plain brown shirt with a simple fold going from one shoulder to underneath the armpit in the other, and no shoes. Basically all of the clothes are stained and torn and have sand embedded in them. His feet are charred and blackened from walking barefoot through the desert for so long, and his skin also bears a lot of evidence of blisters and previously infected wounds, as well as some scratches and bruises. This man is Not Doing Well. His crown (at this point in the story) is completely gone, and he doesn't carry anything on him except for something in his pocket that he fiddles with from time to time. His expression when he was found was haunting and profoundly empty, like that of a common zombie or husk, but it seems to have become more present as time goes on. Only Time will tell.

Fwhip is a thin-ish light-skinned trans man who has slimmed considerably during his travels through the wilderness of the world. His red hair, usually short, has grown out a bit since he and Gem left their empires and usually he ties it up with one of Gem's spare hair ties in a short ponytail. His beard has fulled out as well. He wears a thigh-length black canvas cloak, a white t-shirt covered in grease stains and with a small pocket in the front, beige cargo pants, and steel-toed work boots. He carries with him a small box of tools and an enchanted netherite sword, and at the time of writing chapter 8 is trying to carve Pix some sandals by hand. Usually he's quiet and uncharacteristically serious, but sometimes he'll crack a joke when things get a bit too dark.

Gem is a fat light-skinned trans woman with long red hair pulled back and braided carefully, although she lost her tall hat. Like her brother, she's lost a decent bit of weight while traveling. She wears a purple dress with frills along the neckline and skirt, a green cloak with lace at the ends, and purple running shoes. Earliest to rise, she rarely is seen with a hair out of place, and alongside Pix she usually helps pack up the camp in the morning. She carries a stout polished wizard's staff of polished spruce wood with an amethyst as the focus, and has enchanted some of the bags the group carries to make them more durable and less likely to tear during flight. Although she keeps an air of being cheerful and upbeat all of the time and projects herself as the rational one, Gem might not be as stable as she seems.

-<'>-

During their travels, Gem and Fwhip started off from a fairly easternmost point (the castle of the Grimlands) and continued going east. The distance here is a lot farther than it is in the canon, even with dragons, so they're only on the outskirts of the huge Pixandrian desert when they stumble upon Pix. For the next few months they fly over the savannah, then into a small mountain range, back over the savannah, and finally an alpine forest at the foot of a chain of mountains, the same chain that the portal out is hidden inside.

As you might have read already, Fwhip is the one who cares the least for actual plans and has a solidly "fuck it, we ball" mentality. Gem is generally the planner of the group, since Pix isn't talking, but she has a hard time convincing him to listen. This is why usually Fwhip is the one who follows Gem's backups grudgingly when plans go wrong.

Pix, despite his leanness, is wiry and pretty fast and a pretty good fighter. You don't survive 8 years alone in the desert without a weapon by asking the things that live in it to go away politely. He's stronger than he looks, but only gets into fights with wildlife for one specific reason: to protect his friends at all costs, even if that cost happens to be his own life. (See: the chapter 7 bear attack.)

We are currently on the struggle bus when it comes to writing chapter 8, but do know that a pretty big plot point is going to happen. It'll get here eventually! Maybe!

[love-toxin]

Okay but miscommunication trope is only super yummy when there’s a happy ending. Liiiike reader thinking they’re getting kicked out of their relationship in the fruity four, they’re not wanted anymore, maybe even bring replaced (ie with someone like Chrissy), and so every little sarcastic quip or ignoring is seen by them as the others not loving them anymore 🥺. Until one day it all comes crumbling down and I can’t decide with is more angsty, you breaking down telling the others they don’t love you anymore, or you trying to be brave by announcing you’re leaving and the fours hearts just dropping as they try to scramble to convince you to stay and why?! Why are you leaving!?!?! Please! But of course, happy ending when everything’s properly explained and angel is reassured they could never all fall out of love with them ❤️

oh.......miscommunication trope, you say? >:)

(cws: fruity four, gn!angelface, jealousy, post-s4, PTSD, huge miscommunication trope, domestic arguing, you have a tattoo + kinda shitty parents + bad home life, chrissy's a jealousy target, breakups, jopper appearance, you're childhood friends with jonathan, mentions of grief, an almost car crash, very mild head trauma, crying, angst with a happy ending--stick with me angels!)

Sometimes you wish Chrissy would just disappear. Just--poof--and she'd be gone.

It's awful of you to think, but you can't help it. She's just always around, ever since her breakup with Jason she's been by the house much more frequently. You were happy for her at first, because you liked her up until then, and she's always been nice to you. Plus, your partners saved her life back when all that crazy stuff with the Upside Down happened, an event you weren't privy to until after the fact, when you started dating them.

But she's always on Eddie, always chatting him up, always giggling at his attempts to cheer her up, and now she's attracted the attention of your other partners too. They're good friends, and that's good, but....why can you not shake this feeling that there's something more going on? That the arm touches over his jacket and the inside jokes aren't as friendly and harmless as they want you to think?

It's worse than that, though. The honeymoon phase is clearly over--cause all four of them just brush off your concerns, insisting that you're overreacting or just not addressing them at all. So you haven't been piping up when a joke hurts your feelings, and you've bitten your tongue when one of them has to reschedule something you've planned, and it's gotten to the point that they've wondered why you're so quiet all of a sudden. Why would they care? You think with a sour feeling in the back of your throat, rubbing the tattoo on your arm that Eddie gave you and wondering if that was just practice for someone else. You're not oblivious to the way Chrissy is slowly being invited into gatherings and dinners with everyone.....just like you were in the beginning. And after an especially heated fight with both Eddie and Robin, the worst one you've ever gotten into in your entire relationship, he got so pissed off that he just told you not to come to the dinner they had planned, and they'd take someone who actually wanted to go.

That was a couple days ago, and the air in the house has been strained for nobody else but you. You're equally as hurt by Eddie yelling at you as Robin silently going along with it, even though you slammed your bedroom door in her face when she tried to follow you, and waited until Eddie tugged her along to leave before you allowed yourself to cry. You're sick of the feeling that none of them really care for you, that you've been demoted to a piece of furniture in the house, because they've clearly lost interest. And they don't care when your things start disappearing from the house, when the clothes in your closet start dwindling, leaving behind nothing but the ones they've bought for you--no, they'd rather moon over Chrissy fucking Cunningham, and you've just taken all you think your heart can handle.

"I'm going out!" You call into the house from the front door, without any of their four voices responding. When you sigh, turn, and step out to turn the corner of the house, though, you bump right into one of them.

"Oh! Hey, baby." Steve steps back and readjusts the paper bag full of groceries he's got his arm around, keys halfway tucked into his pocket. "Where you off to?"

"Um....just, uh, gonna go visit my parents." You weren't really expecting him to pry, with how in your head you've been lately. But you're not gonna relent just cause one of the people who promised he'd love you forever, yet somehow can't be fucked enough to find the time to even watch a movie with you, asked you a question that remotely shows an ounce of concern.

"Your parents?" He blinks, shifting again to rest the bag on his hip. "You sure?"

That tone is so irritating. You used to love that almost parental sense of duty, the desire of his to know every detail of every problem so he can solve it. But now, you just feel suffocated, even though you're more distant from all of them now than you've ever been. "What, I'm not allowed to see my family?"

"Hey, that's not what I said! hold on," He moves to put the groceries inside, but you wave him off and start walking past him, your tone clearly frustrated as you encourage him to just forget it. But, in a tizzy, Steve hurriedly sets the bag down on the ground and runs to catch up with you, his hand descending on your arm only to be swatted away--but not for long, when he grabs it again and grips it tighter as he turns you to face him. "Jesus, wait! What's the big fuss? Did I do something?"

"Let me go, Steve." You refuse to look him in the eyes, but you can't break his grip. Why can't he just let it go, so it's less painful? "I don't wanna drag this out."

"Drag what out?" Finally, it dawns on him as his eyes dart from the keys clenched in your hand to the windows of your car parked in the driveway, boxes clearly piled up in the trunk and in the backseat that none of them seemed to notice you moving.

".....So that's it? You're breaking up with us?" Steve says it with disbelief, like he's expecting you to say something or anything different. It's almost a little satisfying when you respond in the way he never could have expected, even though he should've by now. Even though it feels bitter on your tongue as soon as it comes up.

"You know what? Yes. That's exactly it." You finally wrench your arm out of his grip, and each of those words sting as they come out, but you won't cry, you refuse to cry in front of Steve today. "I'm leaving tonight, and I'm never coming back to Hawkins again."

"Why?"

"Ask your new girlfriend."

"Who? Wait--Chrissy?" He shakes his head, and what comes out next is more cruel than you wanted to be--but he just won't get it, it won't happen unless you make them realize why they don't want you anymore.

"Wow, the jock has a brain! Well done, Stevie." He grimaces at once, and god, you wish it would all stuff itself back into your throat.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being such a-"

"I know you're in love with her, Steve! For fuck's sakes, I'm not as stupid as you think I am!" You shout into the broken silence of the front lawn, wishing from the deepest reaches of your heart that this could all just be a horrible nightmare. Not reality. You don't want to be facing those big, soft eyes of Steve staring back at you in shock and pain, so you just turn your head and hope he doesn't see how much you're shaking.

"I get it, okay?! She's prettier than me, and nicer, and she doesn't have my fucking issues--and you guys clearly like her. It's like I don't even exist when she's around." You move aside to gesture towards your car, keys clutched in your hand so they won't fall or get taken from you, because you know Steve is reckless when he's upset. "None of you even noticed I was packing. Nancy fucking helped me put a box in yesterday."

Just then, both your heads turn at the sound of a car approaching--and just in time, you realize it's Eddie, his van's tires crunching the gravel of the long driveway as he pulls up to a stop beside your car. And lo and behold, sitting in the front seat with a smile on her face is her. Chrissy waves to you through the window, and as if your heart isn't in the process of shattering into shards that dig into your lungs, you raise your hand to acknowledge her back. You turn back to look at Steve one last time. Memorizing his face, because you know you won't ever see him again, as you take a few steps backward and hand him your parting words.

"Don't break her heart, Steve. It sucks."

With that, and with nothing but confliction reflecting back at you on his face, you turn on your heels and make your way around your car, bidding Eddie and Chrissy a stiff goodbye as they get out of the van and you get into your car. You reverse, roll back out of the driveway, and shift gears to start puttering down the road. And as soon as the house is out of your rearview mirror, that's when you feel those tears spilling out that won't stop until well after you pass the Leaving Hawkins sign on the side of the road.

A week into your new start in the city, you haven't gotten any more closure than when you left.

Living with your aunt isn't great, but it's something. The apartment is small, and you still haven't found a new job--you did call the Palace to inform them that you were quitting, though, to which you were greeted with nothing but indifference as you left a message on the answering machine. Figures that nobody in that town would miss me, you think, but you can't dwell on it for too long, because then you'll start thinking of them and it'll have you sobbing into your pillow again. Even worse is that you can't even fully express your pain to your family, your aunt, anybody--because they'll all think you're a freak, and it won't be surprising that your "relationship" ended so badly. You don't even really speak to your parents or your family in the first place, so you can't expect them to show you any sympathy. In fact, if they said anything to you, it would probably be that you should be glad it's over so you can live a normal life.

You don't want normal. You want your Robin talking your ear off about something gross for hours, you want Eddie burping into your ear and laughing, you want Nancy falling asleep on top of you and drooling on your chest, and Steve--you want Steve to come over while you're both on your breaks, talking with his mouth full and stealing bits of your lunch while kissing you in between each bite. You want that love back, you want it so badly it hurts, it hurts your heart every time something reminds you of them.

Maybe that's the worst part. That they don't want that anymore, they want someone that can share those memories with of that terrible tragedy, who knows how they feel and relates to those nightmares that wake them up in a cold sweat, who they can compare scars with and laugh with now that it's all over. They want someone scarred but beautiful, someone perfect, and you can never be that way no matter how hard you try. It explains why you haven't gotten a single phone call, or a letter, or anything since you left, and that treatment extends into your second week in Indy and right into the third. But it doesn't get any less painful, even when you get a job at a convenience store around the corner to busy yourself and help with the rent. Nor when you try going on a date or two, just to spend the whole dinner staring off into space as they talk and wondering what the people you loved are doing right now.

While you're behind the counter at work, your thoughts often drift back to that house by Maple Drive. The path around the back that leads into the woods, where Eddie would take you out for a smoke and to watch the stars for awhile--always with a walkie on hand, just in case, as Steve used to say. The pool that often sits empty, and sometimes you'd look out the window to see Nancy lifting up the cover on it to peek underneath, before breathing a visible sigh of relief and briskly walking away. Sometimes even in the middle of the night, creeping out the sliding glass door in her pajamas. And you remember that bed you often shared with Robin, who gets so clingy when she sleeps....and you wonder if she's sharing it with Chrissy now, if the cheerleader you always thought was such a nice girl is occupying the spot you thought would be yours forever.

Your brow furrows as you stock Camels on the shelf behind the counter, sliding each one into the perfect spot but feeling an itch of irritation when they don't line up. Is Eddie holding her right now? Is he coming up behind her every morning, and nuzzling his nose into her cheek as she stirs milk into her coffee? Is Nancy cuddling her and chatting her up about whatever project she has going on right now? Is Steve picking up her bag, and insisting she let her boyfriend hold the heavy stuff while she sits and looks pretty? They probably are. And they're probably much happier doing it with her, than they ever were with you.

Something thuds on the counter behind you, and you sigh without a sound as the gruff voice at your back asks for a pack while you're at it. Your fist squeezes around the box you've got in hand, and when you turn on your heels to toss it on to the tabletop and reach for the scanner, your eyes widen, and so do the ones on the moustached man that's towering in front of you with a petite woman at his side.

"Hop?"

You breathe out the name, trying to regain yourself as quick as you can--you're pretty used to keeping your tears back now, adjusted to having a straight face so nobody will pry or prod for your feelings. The former sheriff of your hometown that you used to duck out of sight from, laughing and hiding your goods with Eddie right behind you, is standing at your counter with a shocked expression, along with Joyce Byers who seems just as surprised to see you here. And with little else you can think of, you clear your throat and try to crack that tense silence.

"Uh...so, you two on vacation, or someth-"

"Are you fucking with me?"

Hopper cuts you off, hands bracing the edge of the counter as he looks you up and down, the two glass bottles of Coke getting shoved aside by him to fall over and roll across the counter as he reaches across the barrier to grab your arm. Without much struggle, because you have no clue what's going on, you allow the older man to yank your wrist up and turn it over, Joyce hurriedly pushing up your sleeve with her gaze pinned to your skin, like she's desperately searching for something that has nothing to do with your confused questions spilling out on top of each other.

When they've finally uncovered that patch of skin they were looking for, the two of them share a look between themselves, before finally looking back up to acknowledge how baffled and worried you are. It isn't until you scan down to see what they found that the pieces start coming together, the black ink of the tattoo Eddie gave you when you first started dating peeking out at you. It's just a thin, mid-sized black circle on your inner forearm, with five points reaching outward like a sun. But the detail of it has always enchanted you, Eddie's diligent stare as he inked it into your skin burned into your mind. You've considered getting it covered since then, but....you can't bring yourself to do it yet.

"I'll call it in," Hopper says cryptically, stepping back and turning away to bring out the walkie from his belt and start mumbling into it. In the meanwhile, you're left with his partner, and the lady you've practically grown up with since she babysat you a long time ago. You often forget that time, when you and Jonathan would run around her backyard with sticks and rocks to try and build your own castle, while his baby brother watched from the stairs and giggled at your antics. You were so young, and so carefree, it seemed....but it was a happy time, one of few before you met those four.

"Honey, you're alright?" Joyce's voice quivers, anxious for the answer, but you nod as soon as her question registers because you hate to see her like this.

"Ye...Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She circles round the counter, coming right in for a hug that you return without question. The squeeze is tight, like a mother's embrace upon returning home from a long time away, and you instantly feel a pinch of guilt for neglecting to include her in your plan to leave Hawkins. Now that you think about it, you really didn't tell anyone, except....

"-Kid, relax, we're coming there. No, do not get in your car, sit your ass down so you're there when we get back! Jesus," Hop gets more animated as he talks over the channel, and your hug splits as your head swivels towards the sound of a familiar voice through the static. Steve.

"Are they there? Let me talk to them! Please, Hopper, let me hear their voice-"

It's so frantic, desperate. The first time you've heard one of their voices in what feels like your whole life, and you have to struggle not to cave, bringing a shaky hand up over your mouth as you whisper a "What's going on?" to Joyce. And with your ears perked up, you can distinguish the background noise in the transmission--there are three other distinct voices, talking just as fearfully amongst themselves as they also try to get through to Hop. Nancy, Eddie, and Robin, each with as much indignation as Steve, who must be holding the other walkie.

"We're coming down right now, kid. Just try to calm down in the meantime." With that, Hopper shuts the antenna and gestures for you to follow him, the sweet woman at your side holding your arm as you obey him, like she's afraid you'll vanish if she lets go. You're led out of the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead to Hop's truck parked by the curb--you at least have the sense to fumble with your keys and lock the front door before you leave--you let him open the door and sit yourself in the backseat, and shakily buckle yourself in as they get in front with promises to explain everything. Still struck dumb with shock to the point that it hasn't really registered that you just left work in the middle of your shift.

But you get an idea of what's happening when you turn your head, and catch a glimpse of a scattered stack of papers on the seat beside you out of your peripheral. Tentatively, as Hop starts up the ignition, your fingers brush over one of the nearest pages--and when you lift it up to survey it closer, the two of them notice you and share another sobering look between them. What's staring back at you is undeniably, unmistakably, a missing person's ad. And the picture is one you recognize immediately, because it's yours. Your photo, details of your last sighting, a description of your tattoo, a list of things for people to look out for....

"You really worried everyone back home, kid."

Suddenly, a bitterness rises up inside you, and the paper crumples slightly as you realize what's really happening. "I'm fine. I just...decided to get out of Hawkins."

"Yeah, well, maybe tell your roommates that, first."

"Hop-"

"They didn't care! I told Steve anyways, so what's the big fucking deal?" Even though Joyce flinches at you raising your voice, you can't be quiet right now. Anger is something you've been almost too numb to endure these last few weeks, but now you could just put your fist straight through Hopper's window--they put up such a fuss for what? To drag you back to that shitty inbred town in the sticks, just to make sure they didn't want you in the first place? It's bullshit.

"They sure as shit care!" Hop shouts right back, casting his signature scowl over his shoulder as he drives through semi-empty streets. It's so late, and so dark, it's unlikely there'll even be many pedestrians. "Do you realize how many times Nancy Wheeler has shown up on my doorstep, begging me to go on another search and rescue for you?! They're worried sick!"

"Why?"

There's silence for awhile, very tense silence, before you repeat your question that says much more than just that one word.

"....Because they thought you were gone. They thought you were there."

There. That's what he means--the other world, the Upside Down. The place you've never seen, only heard horror stories about and snatches of descriptions of when you comforted one of them during a night terror. The missing people, the murders, the experiments....they're all so hard to believe, but then again, you can't deny Will's remarkable return from the dead or Barbara Holland's coverup death, both of which you've been close enough to to know that there's no way they're just elaborate lies.

So they were worried you had died. That your disappearance wasn't of your own volition. They're going to be in for an unfortunate surprise, but by the tightly shut locks on Hopper's truck doors, you know there's no getting out of this until he brings you right back to drop you in their laps.

"We came here to look for you. Your mom finally told us you had an aunt in the city." Joyce offers you another piece to the puzzle, but your mind is still stuck on the fact that your ex-partners seemed so desperate over the walkie. They....they wouldn't want you to die, but that doesn't mean they want you. Figures that your parents would make it more difficult for two of the only people that even remotely have any concern for you too, they're probably profiting off all that glorious attention of having a missing child.

"I have a life here, now. I don't want to go back." Lies. You know it's all lies.

"Listen, kid, whatever happened with your friends, I promise it's not worth throwing in the towel. You've gotta see things through." Clearly it's not worth an argument, you'd rather save your energy at this point. You're gonna need plenty to face that hard conversation you know is coming, when you're gonna have to confirm to them directly that you're moving on. No more running away, or hiding from the problem. You have to face it.

"You don't know anything about me, or them."

The already long drive drags on even longer in the silence that follows, and you make a mental note to call your aunt when they get you back to Hawkins, so she doesn't freak out when she comes home to an empty apartment. You can imagine your manager's gonna call and cuss you out before firing you for leaving the store unattended, too, and you groan and let your head hit the seat behind you. Now you're gonna have to find another job, gonna have to explain to your aunt what you did....or maybe she won't even notice your absence, not until someone makes a fuss about it.

Your mind is left racing with so many thoughts and worries that the scenery passes by without note, the moon barely shining any light on the landscape, like it's all one huge plain with little dots for buildings and trees. Like one big hellscape, but it's numb and frozen over with nothing left but a mocking echo of the world that's no longer here. You don't even really recognize your surroundings until a couple hours have passed, and the Welcome To Hawkins sign zips by and has you sitting up in your seat. Just as you pass it, though, you think you see the glimmer of another set of headlights, a rarity on these quiet streets--and then your whole world shifts violently.

"Shit!" Hop curses as he swerves suddenly, and Joyce shrieks as you all nearly careen off the road and into the ditch, your head cracking against the window and bouncing off for you to clutch at it in pain. A groan is all you can get out when he calls back to you, the dizzy feeling making you a little sick, but as you lift your head and the truck rolls to a stop, you spot the culprit of that downright suicidal speed driving that nearly caused a head-on collision.

Your heart is pierced with a deep chill immediately. You'd recognize that van anywhere, and that curly mane of hair as the driver stumbles out his door even moreso. He's not hurt, just dazed--and for the moment, your brain doesn't immediately go to the question of why you should even care. As he stands there in the road, in the dark, Eddie's form is lit up by the headlights still shining without a flicker, but he doesn't flinch even when it must be glaring directly into his eyes, just holds a hand up to block it out. And when they meet yours as you lean over the console to see him, he doesn't wait a second, hurrying around the passenger's side of the truck to fumble for the handle of your door. With a click, and the light above you switching on as a beeping starts to emit from the vehicle, Eddie's suddenly cramming himself into the backseat with you--and there's tears already wetting his cheeks as he grabs you in a hug, gasping in a shaky lungful of breath like he's shocked he's really touching you. Crying and mumbling into your hair, Eddie buckles when you squeeze him back, falling victim to that desire in the deepest part of your soul that just wanted to hold him again.

"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it baby, I didn't--everything I said, I swear, I was being such a fucking moron-" He starts babbling from nowhere, and his voice itself is a comfort, having not heard it next to your ear for so long that it aches now.

"Eddie-"

"You're mine, okay?! You're my everything!" He cries, burying his face even deeper into your neck and inhaling whatever scent he can get. You're stunned into staying limp, letting his hands grab and squeeze at you wherever they land--his curly hair tickles your cheek and sticks to it, and that sensation alone drags tears up to the surface, only allowing them to spill when you hear him whispering those croaked pleas of "I love you, I love you, I love you" until you're crying right along with him. It's been so long since you heard it, you'd started believing it was never really true.

It takes minutes that feel like hours for you to both calm down enough to look at each other, your face cradled in Eddie's rough hands as he sniffles and murmurs a "You're so beautiful" so innocently sincere, that it instantly makes you wish you had never left. He smiles, and the world that seems so dark grows a little brighter around you. You're not even privy to the looks Joyce and Hopper are giving each other in the front seat, clearly a little surprised at the passion you two share that nobody else has ever seen. But they know. And when Eddie starts pulling you out of your seat with the promise to take you back, Hop only reminds him to drive safely before he allows you two to shut the truck's door and circle round the vehicle with Eddie's arm clinging to your waist. The air hits you, cool and dry, just like it always is in Hawkins. And when he opens your door for you and waits for you to clamber in, before getting in on the other side and fumbling contently with his keys, you're not sure you really know what to expect. He briefly elaborates that he'd gotten worried, and that he's just glad he spotted Hop's truck before he'd sped all the way out of Hawkins and missed you--but it doesn't last, because soon he's grabbing your thigh and sighing out a breath of relief.

"We'll talk about everything when we get home. For now, I just want to hold you." Eddie offers his hand to you, giving it a grateful squeeze when you slip yours into it and interlace your fingers together.

They'll all hate me for real, this time.

That's exactly how the drive goes, Eddie's shoulders relaxed even as he steers with one hand, and navigates while stealing glances over at you with relief written all over his face, and brings your hands up to kiss your knuckles every so often. But he's just one. The other three....your heart sinks as you run over that last conversation you had with Steve, the way you'd ignored Robin completely, and how you pretended everything was absolutely fine with Nancy up until the moment you left. And it somehow dawns on you only then--they thought you were gone, that you had been taken to the Upside Down, and your heart sinks as you watch the trees pass by in clusters while that dread creeps closer down the road that's so familiar.

Not even the comforting warmth of Eddie's hand could drive that thought out of your mind, even less so when he turns and you hit that patch of gravel that leads up the driveway. He'll stop soon, and you'll be facing the music....and when Eddie shifts into park, you sort of float from your seat to the walkway where you threw your feelings back into Steve's face, and up towards the front door that Eddie opens for you before you cross the threshold into the house. It does feel like home, and you don't want to lose it right on the welcome mat, so you blink away any tears that threaten to spill before you quietly follow him into the living room.

Three heads turn to look your way, too inundated in conversation around the coffee table to hear the door opening, but that stops the second their eyes land on you. Steve and Robin are the ones sitting closest to where you stand, but Nancy's the one that makes her way to you first, her lower lip already quivering enough to break into a sob as she crosses the patch of carpet to throw her arms around you. She's strong enough to grip you tight enough to hurt, but too weak to keep herself on her feet, and you end up sinking to the floor with her as your name floods out of her lungs on repeat, getting louder and louder and louder until she's wailing. You could swear the walls rattle with the volume she cries at, completely coming apart in your arms like you've never seen her do before.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" She shouts, yet her voice is like a child's, wobbling and whiny and so miserably pitiful that it pains you even to listen to it, especially when she's clutching you so close to her body--so afraid that you won't be there when she pulls away, so she refuses to. You don't have any right to cry when she's so distraught, but with your head over her shoulder, the other two watch your lips curve downwards and your eyes screw shut into a flood of tears that won't stop easily.

"I'm sorry, Nancy. I'm okay." You whimper, burying your face into her curls until your lips brush her jawline, and she shudders into each gentle, praiseworthy kiss that you press there. Up until her sobs subside, and she breaths a sigh of relief that you can feel from her chest against yours, each one sinking and rising into each other as you breathe along with her. "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

She shakes her head, and finally pulls herself back to look at you, a fresh wave of tears streaming down her cheeks when she gets a good look at you. Nancy touches your face, thumbs away your own tears--and you know she's not just looking at you, but the girl she lost so long ago, whose smile she sees in yours on those days she misses her the most dearly. "I never wanted you more when I thought you weren't coming back," She whispers back. "How could I not want you? I love you."

The kiss she lays upon your lips is breathtaking, shaking and sweet and just....everything. Everything you missed and craved like air and water and life.

You're already halfway into her embrace when she laughs out that half-hearted joke, walking back with you a couple steps when you throw yourself into it. And she squeezes you so tight, so hard, the kisses a flurry of needy, fluttering touches all over your face until she somehow finds your lips--and when she does, she makes that last one a kiss you won't shake off for days, the feeling tingling your lips even when she pulls away. Still rubbing that spot on your back that she knows is sensitive, Robin grips you in an even harder hug that nearly cracks your spine, and whispers into your ear: "I'm so happy you're here with me." before she kisses you one last time, last one, she swears, fingers crossed behind your back. But then, she takes notice to the man standing just a foot away--and she lets you go to turn you around, her fingertips grazing your arms as you finally face him.

"Yeah, she, uh....she cried, like, every night," Even as Robin says it and breaks the quiet, she herself is rubbing tears from her cheeks, trying to keep that smile going as you stand and Nancy loosens her hold. She moves aside for Eddie to lay his hands on her shoulders from behind, and keep her steady on her feet. "So did Steve. I told you he cries when we watch Princess Bride!"

"I-I....I didn't mean it, Steve. I never...I've never thought you were dumb." Your voice comes out as a whimper, fingers fiddling with each other as you endure that big, brown, wide-eyed stare.

"I know." He breathes, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He wants to move, he's antsy, but he won't take another step. "I know, baby."

"Can I hug you?" Steve just nods, but his lip quivers and his features gain that pathetic, sad puppy look, because he was hoping and praying you would say those very words. Your heart soars as he meets your step forward and flings his strong arms tight around your body, crushing you with his huge stature but never loosening up. He instantly brings his hand up to cradle your head against his chest, kissing the crown of it with so much firmness that you know he's reaffirming you're really standing in front of him again.

"I shouldn't have let you leave. I should've slashed your damn tires." He chuckles along with you at the lighthearted crack at breaking the tension, until he chokes up again into a sob. "Nobody could ever replace you. And I swear, I'll never break your heart again."

Steve holds you for a long time, squeezing you and kissing you and brushing strands of hair from your eyes to just look at you, surveying the face of the love he feared he'd never get to cherish again. It's a long time coming, and when he's done, there are three other warm bodies in the room that need attention from the sweet thing they've been killing themselves over these last few weeks.

From there, they catch you up with what had happened in your absence. Steve had walked off to clear his head after you left, and hadn't returned until late in the day--burst through the front door during an unusually quiet dinner and sent them all into a panic, when he realized you really had left and you weren't coming back. The four of them had jumped into action to split up and look for you, Nancy contacted your parents and other family while Steve and Robin tried to find some hint of your whereabouts in the house, cracking open your drawers and notes and realizing how much of your stuff was missing. Meanwhile, Eddie had driven in circles round Hawkins and the outer city limits, trying to find any trace of your car in the dark with the help of passing streetlights.

When those attempts had failed after stretching out into the next day to mid-afternoon, and with your very unhelpful parents insisting they had no idea where you could've gone, that's when your partners had started printing out missing person's flyers and put in an official report with the sheriff's office. And, seemingly having forgotten that you were really the only one who ever checked the voicemail at work, your message tendering your resignation had been errantly erased by your manager--worrying them even further when they questioned him, because if you were really planning on moving away like you said, how could you not tell your employer? It wasn't like you. Their fears had only gotten stronger from there.

The worst had yet to come, though. Because when your car had been found on the side of the road way out in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from Hawkins and completely destroyed, the four of them had reached the point of no return. The plates had been torn off, but it was your exact make and model of car, and what were they supposed to believe? That it was just coincidence? That's what Hopper had tried to reassure them with, tried to insist that plenty of cars get found gutted out in the bush, but they couldn't be convinced that it was just some freak happenstance and delude themselves to think that you were fine and dandy somewhere else. The same thing had happened to Max's stepbrother, and they all knew how that had ended.

So started the search parties, the nights spent staying up and studying maps by lamplight, the microwave meals in place of home cooking and sleeping in shifts by the phone, waiting and hoping for some kind of clue to your whereabouts to appear. Finding you had become more important than eating, proper sleep, showering, or attention paid to anything aside from looking towards the horizon to see if you would magically walk back into their lives.

And all that time, you had believed nothing but that they couldn't care less where you were, or what you were doing. When in reality, they could think of nothing but you. That was what had led Eddie to nearly crash into you as you re-entered Hawkins, having been pacing the living room for those long hours after Hop's call until he just couldn't take it anymore--despite the other three trying to stop him, he had dashed out to his van and peeled out of the driveway like a lunatic, just for the slightest chance that he might be there when you needed help. It was so stupid, so reckless, and you'll remember that moment he came rushing around the side of the truck to get to you forever.

Despite them reassuring you about Chrissy, too, when the tears have dried--promising you she's nothing but a friend, and they would have no problems limiting her interaction with all of you from now on--you wave it away, smiling off your stupidity and letting them know that it's fine. You were just being dumb, acting crazy, but you're fine now. And Eddie's eyes narrow at that.

"You're not crazy." He murmurs absentmindedly, and says nothing more until he can slip away from your reunion, and reach the phone in the kitchen. While you're busy dealing with your other partner's crippling absence of affection, he taps his blunt nails into each button, numbly dialing the number he's memorized until the ringing starts and stops.

"Hey, Chris. Angel's back home."

"Oh, that's great! Oh...Eddie, I'm so happy for you. You must be relieved-"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Listen, no hard feelings, but....you're my friend, so I'm just gonna be straight. Don't come by the house anymore."

"I--what? Really? I....Eddie, I'm sorry, if I did something to upset you-"

"No, no, nothing you did. Well, not really. But I know how you feel, Chris, and I can't really ignore it anymore." He swallows deeply, and sucks on his teeth as he tries to think of some better way to say it. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't feel the same. I never have, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like that might change."

"......So that's it?"

"That's it. We can still be friends, but we need space for awhile first, and I'm not gonna ignore you flirting with me anymore. I'm in love and it's not gonna change. Sorry."

"Can we at least talk about it, Eddie? Please? I'd rather talk this out in person."

"No. Bye, Chrissy."

He thuds the phone back on the receiver just a little too hard, and brings his hand up to rub at his neck and try and get the ache out. That didn't feel good, having to confront one of his very few friends with a truth he just wanted to ignore--but the sick feeling he has now can't even compare to how he felt when you were away, and it's an easy decision to make in that regard. He'd take you over her any day. It's a bit of a guilty feeling, but he knows it's the truth even if it hurts Chrissy's feelings, and he's happy even so.

"....Yeah, I missed you real bad, sweetheart. Don't you ever think I wouldn't....or else you are crazy."

"Eddie?" You call out from the living room, and following that sweet voice to its source, he feels himself light up at the sight of you settled back into the couch. Legs tucked up in Robin's lap, halfway into Steve and Nancy's, looking so comfortable and cute as you look up at him. You're where you belong. He's so distracted by the glee and relief of having you home, he didn't even realize how quiet it had been between you all until he came right back from his task. You say nothing more, just hold your arms out to him--and when he gets close enough, you capture him with those pretty eyes of yours, and melt away any ill feeling as you pull him into your chest.