#i disagree on the singing bit

[thisiskatsblog]

Harry Styles gives Werchter audience a new home

"Harry Styles needed neither lasers, fireworks nor confetti to pack up Werchter's festival park: his charm was enough.

Pink T-shirts, boas and trousers flooded the Haachtsesteenweg on Saturday - we also spotted two jet-black Slipknot shirts on the way to the festival park, but they hurriedly legged it in the other direction. A parade of bright colours was the dress code that accompanied Harry Styles' 'Love on tour' concert series, which was due for its 161st stop in Werchter. That means more than 3 million people already saw the show - Werchter added another 60,000.

It makes the 29-year-old Brit an exceptional pop star. In 2010, he first found fame in The X-factor and ended up in the boy band One Direction. Those are rarely harbingers of a lasting career and sold-out Wembley stadiums (unless your name is Robbie Williams), and yet Styles managed to pull it off. He owes that mainly to his charm and irresistible personality - there were better singers in One Direction*, but that didn't stop Styles from gracing the most bedroom walls.

At Werchter, Styles did not show exceptional voice either: during songs like 'Adore you', the endless tour seemed to hang in his throat. But in the festival park, the Brit proved that few are his equal in entertaining. Styles incessantly handed out thumbs-ups, waves and winks, as if he were not on a pop stage but at a reception with old school friends. He adorned himself in boas, rainbow flags and cowboy hats from the audience, asked if everyone was feeling emotionally stable ('no' was the convincing answer) and congratulated the birthday and pregnant people in the audience. At times, Styles seemed more talk show host than pop singer: he inserted a chatting quarter in which he had a girl tell a joke about an apple playing the trumpet and asked another audience member about her summer plans. A third girl got the grand prize: she had written 'help me tell my girlfriend I love her' on a sign and Styles had the entire festival park declare love in her name.

Not the star shines, but the audience

That frequent chatting, musing and thanking sometimes took the pace out of the show, but picking up speed never seemed to be the intention. Styles is not a whirlwind that overwhelms the venue and leaves it dazed. He left the big, banging pop choruses needed for that with One Direction. Now he prefers to opt for nuance, as in the stunning ballad 'Fine line', the long-spun rock song 'She' or the frequent soul jams of his latest album Harry's house. In it, he left plenty of room for his ten-piece band to shine: drummer Sarah Jones played a starring role in 'Satellite', a wind quartet made 'Cinema' doubly catchy.

And Styles himself? Who focused mainly on his mission. 'The idea that we are separate, solitary beings is a hallucination,' he bellowed from the speakers before the show, a message he underscored by regularly bringing the audience into the picture. At their core, after all, mass concerts are not about the star on stage - who often seems smaller to many audience members than the beer glass in their hand - but about the connection in the audience.

Styles' songs that touch the most also allude to that search for a place to belong. In 'Matilda', the main character finds that place when she allows herself to break away from a toxic home situation. In the dreamy, romantic 'Keep driving', that place lies at the side of a lover, with all the world's problems in the rear-view mirror. On stage, Styles found that new home for 161 nights in the arms of a loving audience - and they in his. For a brief moment on Saturday night, Werchter's meadow was "a place to feel good, where we can treat people with kindness"."

(automatic translation by DeepL - it's not great but I'm too lazy to correct it)

*there is a hyperlink under "better singers" to an article about Niall being the third One Direction guy making number one, after Harry and Louis. It says nothing about the quality of anyone's singing so it's a bit of a weird auto-reference.

[asinglesock]

they got me again and they probably can always get me again

[marinehero]

Thinking thoughts ab this messed up family again and thinking again about Garp wanting for Ace and Luffy to become strong - strongest - marines as form of protection because to him that's their best shot at staying alive.

While Dragon on the other hand was significantly different, I do think he was unexpected, because frankly Garp was and is not fit to be a parent ( having had no parental figure growing up ) nor do I think he would've really wanted a child. But he still loved his son and tried his best with what support he had from his peers and friends. He still wanted Dragon to be a marine, of course, but without the same kind of pressuring need as there'd been with Ace or Luffy, he'd be far more inclined towards letting things progress at a more natural pace.

He was still strict, more knowledged on being a soldier than father, but more lienient and more present in Dragon's early life. Present enough to complain and rant about restrictions and his anger towards the government and celestial dragons to or where his son could hear.

[zaldritzosrose]

The Strength of the Wolf (Cregan Stark x Wife!Reader)

Another milestone request from my darling @thenameswinter99, and I also gifting this to her as a birthday treat! See the request ask here!

Summary: No one could argue that Cregan Stark was not an attentive husband. Anything you could ask for while you carried his child, you would get it. Though even the Lord of Winterfell couldn't make a maester listen at times. But a mother knew best, and you knew something wasn't quite right. And Cregan planned to support you in every step.

TW: MINORS DNI/18+ only, She/Her pronouns, afab reader, noble reader, no specific descriptions of reader, mentions of childbirth, descriptions of childbirth, mentions of complications, angst, fluff, Cregan being the realm's best husband.

Words: 2820

So many had told you that a second pregnancy would be easier than your first. But as you now waddled down the path to birthing said second child, you would argue such assertions were far from the truth.

Thankfully, your husband was more attentive than anyone should imagine a husband to be. Cregan both worshipped you for carrying his children and treated you as though you were the most precious and fragile of treasures.

There was little he wouldn’t do to make you more comfortable and happier, and there were few who would deny the Lord of Winterfell. Even something you thought trivial, like a treat you craved or something you had said in passing, it would appear before you with barely a word.

And if you asked, Cregan would simply smile and say he was only doing as ‘the pup’ asked.

But the last moon of your pregnancy was truly taking its toll, both on your body and your mind. You were sure there was not a bit of you that didn’t swell or ache. You were exhausted, yet sleep would never come when you needed it most.

Your comforts were Cregan and the occasional tumbles and kicks of the babe in your belly.

Your firstborn, a daughter, was as attentive as her father. As much as she could be at only three years of age. She would sing to the baby, who she had happily deemed her little brother. Tell him stories, about all the things she would teach him when he was born.

At the start, you had been able to keep up with her. But now, you spent more and more time in your bed. The maester would visit every few days, assuring you that a little fatigue and achiness was absolutely normal.

But you knew, you just knew that something wasn’t as it should be. It was like an instinct, and you just wanted someone to listen.

Cregan was out with some of his lords, preparing for a visit to the Wall. Not that he had any intention to go before the babe was born. Your husband had listened patiently to every concern you’d had about the pregnancy. Even trying to force the maester’s hand when he could see it all getting too much for you.

But when the maester could find nothing amiss, there was little more even Cregan could do. Though it frustrated him to no end that he could do little more than comfort you. Despite your reassurances that you expected nothing else of him.

The meeting was beginning to draw to a close, when to his surprise he saw you walking with your daughter.

“My love, you should be in bed?” Cregan called out, hastily dismissing his lords and beckoning you over.

Your daughter made it to him first, running at her father and all but throwing herself into his arms.

“Maester said it would be good to move around a little,”

Your voice didn’t sound entirely convinced, however. Cregan knew you well enough to know how you felt with a single look.

“Yet only a few days passed he was telling you remain abed…” The Stark lord sighed.

How were you supposed to manage your struggles during this pregnancy if the advice made less sense at every turn. Your daughter however, wasn’t afraid to let her feelings known.

“Mama sore,” she huffed, doing her best to articulate what she wanted.

Cregan turned to you, his eyes boring into yours. Waiting for you to agree or disagree. But when you averted his gaze, moving to sit in a nearby chair. And he could see in the small frown on your face and the wince you tried to hide as you attempted to get comfortable.

“Wife?” he grumbled out, moving closer to you before turning to his daughter.

If he wasn’t going to get an answer from you, he knew he would get them from your little she-wolf. He knelt down beside her, leaning in close.

“How sore is mama, little one?” he asked, ignoring your look to your daughter, hoping she would side with you.

But there was no doubt, she was her father’s girl.

“She had to sit lots,” your daughter explained, and you resigned yourself to having your secret revealed.

“Lots? How much, sweetling?” Cregan asked gently.

He needed to know the truth, not just for the sake of the babe in your belly, but for you. He reached out for your hand, remaining knelt by your daughter.

Your daughter paused, and you knew it would be easier if you just told him yourself.

“We only walked from our bedchamber to the hallway before I had to sit. And then again before we reached the library and…”

Cregan listened as you explained. Between his study and your shared bedchamber, the walk wasn’t all that long. But it seemed it had taken its toll on your body.

“My love,” Cregan soothed, stroking the back of your hand.

It was then that the truth of just how badly you were feeling came to light. You had known that morning that something wasn’t quite right. You weren’t from birth according to the maester, but there was something about how he had said it that put you on edge.

“I just…I know something isn’t right. But the maester said nothing, so maybe I am wrong?”

You let go of his hand, burying your face into your own hands. What if you were wrong? What if is all in your head? No, no you knew something was not right.

And Cregan could see how much you were struggling. He had seen the women of his family pregnant enough times to know a mother knew her body better than anyone else.

“Now listen, it is your body. You will know before anyone else if something is amiss,” he soothed, his tone gentle but firm.

He stood, taking your hand again and signalling for a servant to summon the maester.

“And we will sit together with the maester and ensure he understands that.”

Cregan stood at your bedside, and you had to keep reminding him not to glare at the maester. It wasn’t entirely the maester’s fault. He was reporting what he could see, as was his job.

“Tell the maester what you feel, my love,” Cregan urged, softening his gaze as he looked down at you.

You sighed, closing your eyes and organising your feelings.

“I just feel like something is wrong. I have no words for it, but the babe doesn’t feel as he usually does.”

The maester nodded and you saw the same flash of concern as you had seen that morning. His hands came to your stomach, moving around gently as he searched for an answer.

And his expression turned more and more concerned by the second.

“A midwife is needed, immediately, my lady,”

That was all he said before he rushed to call out into the hall. Cregan knelt at your side, his hand tightening around yours. Panic began to set in, your hand instinctively moving to rest on your rounded stomach.

“I knew it,” you mumbled and Cregan rested his forehead against your shoulder.

He should have been more insistent with the maester, demanded you be listened to. But the past was no longer changeable. All he could do now was remain at your side.

His lips planted a soft kiss to the sliver of exposed skin at your shoulder.

“We should have all listened, my love,” he whispered, kissing you once more as the midwife entered.

The maester opened his mouth to speak, his attention directed at Cregan.

“My lord, you have no need to stay if y-“

But the stern look Cregan offered him halted any more words.

“I go nowhere,” he snapped and the maester quickly turned his attentions back to you as the midwife took her chance to feel around your stomach.

The midwife was an older, sweet woman. Her mere presence brought a sudden wash of comfort over you.

“Well, my lady, it appears your pup has decided he’s coming early.”

Your eyes went wide. She seemed calm, so maybe that was a good thing? But the maester had looked concerned…

“Early? Is that good or…?”

The midwife signalled for her assistants to begin preparing the room for the birth.

“We will make it good, my lady,” she assured, placing her hand over your own that rested on your belly.

She began to explain everything, in the gentlest way possible. While your baby was not in the best of positions, birth was not going to be impossible. More strenuous, maybe. More painful, absolutely. But nothing that, in her words, you couldn’t handle.

The pains you had felt, that was your body telling you that the baby was ready. But you had been so intent on listening to the maester’s advice and your body had been sore for so much of this pregnancy, you hadn’t considered your labours might have started.

The others in the room seemed to flurry around you. Linens, dishes of steaming water and what you could smell as poppy milk. It was happening, whether you liked it or not.

“How did I not see it…feel it even?” you asked, every fibre of your body descending into a mixture of fear and stress.

The midwife placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Concern yourself not with what could have been, my lady, but what is happening now.”

It was as if the focus being placed said pain had begun to bring it all forth into your attention. Your face scrunched as the first waves of pain began to thrum in your body. You reminded yourself quickly, that you had done this once before. The midwife was confident, and you had every faith in her advice.

Cregan lifted your hand and placed it in his. It wasn’t customary for a husband to remain as his wife gave birth, but he had no intentions of leaving you now.

His lips pressed against the back of your hand, feather light kisses. He needed to be strong, despite the maelstrom of emotions inside him. He’d never known the midwife to be wrong, and he had to believe she wouldn’t be wrong now.

You squeezed his hand tight as a harsher wave of pain washed over you, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead. You were trying to be strong, Cregan could see it. But this was one of few times where being proper no longer mattered.

“For the strength of the pack is the wolf,” Cregan whispered against your hand, holding it against his lips for a moment.

With a soft, strained voice you answered. “And the strength of the wolf is the pack.”

The midwife and her assistants rallied around you as your words dissolved into a prolonged groan of pain. Urging you to begin pushing once the layers of obstructing clothing were stripped from you.

Everything was a blur, but you could hear Cregan’s voice, the midwife’s voice. All telling you how brilliantly you were doing.

But it hurt, it hurt so much.

Just like before, you knew something was wrong.

“I cannot…it hurts. Not like it should…” you groaned out, squeezing Cregan’s hand tight enough that he was impressed that you made him wince.

Unlike the maester, the midwife listened.

“Wrong how, my lady? A mother knows, so tell us!” she urged, positioning herself back in front of your body.

Through pained groans and cries, you tried to explain.

“He’s not moving…not when I push…”

How were you supposed to explain it? But it wasn’t like when you birthed your daughter. You had been able to feel every movement she made as you’d pushed her from you. Not this time. You were pushing but he didn’t feel like he was moving.

Thankfully, the midwife understood. Years of experience gave her all the inference she needed.

“I understand, my lady, and we will fix it.”

The assistant at your side told you to stop pushing, to wait until the midwife to tell you to continue. The pains lingered, but you took deep breaths as you held your eyes closed.

The pain was hard to ignore, but you tried. Cregan whispering assurances in your ear to distract you, telling you how amazing you were, how he loved you more than anything.

You stiffened a little as you felt the intrusion. But the assistant hurried to explain what was happening.

“If the babe isn’t moving forward, my lady, the midwife will need to take hold of him and help him along.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you felt the midwife’s hands on your body. For a while there was discomfort, pain.

Then you were urged to push. And push you did.

You put every ounce of strength you had behind it. Digging your nails into Cregan’s palm as you screeched out in agony. But you were met with calls of encouragement once more.

“That’s it, my lady! A few more good, strong pushes!” the midwife urged, and you did as she instructed.

It was such a strange feeling. Where there was once pressure and pain, there was sudden relief. But your relief was short lived when you didn’t hear a cry from the baby.

You wanted to say something, but exhaustion took you. Eyes fluttering closed as no more than a meek sigh left your lips.

You didn’t see it, but Cregan dived into action as did the midwife and her assistants. Two took the babe, cleaning him down and working to get him happy and breathing as he should be.

Cregan listened to the midwife, who asked him to hold you up as she stripped the bloodied sheets from beneath you. He lifted you with ease, waiting for whatever the midwife needed of him next. In this moment he wasn’t a Lord, he wasn’t Warden of the North. He was simply a worried husband and father.

“She’s alive, my lord, good and breathing,” the midwife assured him, ordering another of her assistants to bring some barely warm water.

“She’s exhausted, as she’s right to be. But I promise you, she will be fine.”

Your skin was flushed, sweating. You were on the brink of feverish. But you were lucky to have the midwife you did. In her words – after the birth of your daughter three years passed – she had seen enough to not let anything surprise her.

She held the tepid cloth to your skin. Over your forehead, over your cheeks and the skin of your chest and neck. Your breathing was shallow, but you were breathing. And she could feel the steady thrum of your pulse beneath your neck.

You were going to be fine, as was your son.

It felt like an eternity for Cregan. Your newly born son had soon let out a cry that signalled he was more than well enough. The new Stark heir was swaddled in a warm blanket and placed in a crib that stood at Cregan’s feet as he sat at your bedside.

Your almost fever had subsided, but your skin remained flushed, and your eyes closed. The midwife assured Cregan that all you now needed was sleep.

It was simply a waiting game now. He kept a hand on the side of the crib, his other entwined with yours.

Soon, as he silently prayed to the gods, your eyes fluttered open.

“Cregan?”

Your voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear it, but then you squeezed his hand with whatever strength you had.

The servants had cleaned the room up, the midwife even staying to help change you into a clean nightgown. Cregan reminded himself quickly that he needed to do something to show his appreciation of her.

“Yes, love, I’m here. We’re here.” He assured, leaning down to lift your son for you to see.

A soft smile graced your lips. Your boy. A new little pup to add to your pack.

“Where is Lyanna? We’re going to have tell her she was right about the baby being a boy,” you laughed, though your eyes never left your son.

Cregan smiled, holding the little boy out for you to take.

“She’ll come by later, my love. Though she’s already tried to sneak in once while you slept,” he answered, gesturing to the wildflowers at your bedside.

“The flowers are from her.”

You sunk back into your pillows as your baby boy rested in your arms. Cregan shifted closer, his eyes warm as he watched you both. You cooed at the baby gently, stroking the soft, brown hair on his head.

The room drifted into a gentle quiet, outside of the little boy’s gurgles and coos back at you.

Everything was right again, Cregan thought to himself. You were well, his son was strong. His pack was growing, and he couldn’t be happier.

And he reminded himself of one more thing.

Never to underestimate you.

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[trolagygirl2022]

Your future spouse's favourite thing about you! PAC reading

pick your image!

Pile 1: King of Pentacles, 5 of Swords, 4 of Pentacles, Page of Wands rev.

Ok so your future spouse is really going to like your bold and strong personality. The song that popped up in my head was "Boss B*tch" by Doja Cat. I see you having this cool aura and not letting people walk over you. You can come off as intimidating or strong but you do have a soft side to you :) I see your future spouse being really intrigued by your vibe. I'm also seeing money here, perhaps some of you have good jobs. You might have gone through some issues where you used to get walked over and people would treat you in a negative way. Now you're healing and you don't let negative people in your life. You're not arrogant or rude but you're willing to set boundaries for yourself. I see you guys having quite some confidence! What also popped up in my mind is a powerful lady wearing dark red. Like those vibes are heavily coming out in this reading!! A lot of powerful woman vibes! (You don't have to be a woman but I hope you're getting the vision that's popping up in my mind hehe).

Pile 2: The Magician, 6 of Cups, 9 of Swords, 8 of Pentacles, 7 of Swords, 2 of Wands.

Okay Pile two, I see your future spouse really liking your creative side! It seems that we have a lot of creatives here! From tarot to arts and craft, to singing and crocheting!! There's some activity that you're either really skilled at or just enjoy that your future spouse will find cute about you. It seems to be something you're quite passionate about and enjoy doing it. (Some of you guys might have even taken it as far as to do a little side hustle with it!). Your future spouse doesn't only see your craft but they also see your hardworking side and the amount of effort and precision that's put into this. I'll interpret the 7 of Swords as some of you that might have thought that you're not as good at whatever you do. I see some of you guys having little to no confidence. This doesn't have to do with your art work but also your self esteem in general, I see your future spouse heavily disagreeing with this because they'll love your personality and whatever you do!

Pile 3: 8 of Swords, Death rev, The Empress, The Devil, Ace of Swords, 6 of Swords.

Sooo pile 3, I see your future spouse being very interested in your appearance, especially your body 👀. It's not like in a creepy way that they're objectifying you or anything but I see them just really like your appearance and your features. Your energy reminds me of the The Empress card (I'm using the modern witch deck). She's confident in herself and her body. I see you guys having this sort of aura that pulls your future spouse in. They might find themselves feeling very drawn to you, almost like a spell ahahaha. Your future spouses might at first be attracted to this and this might lead them to want to know more about you and find themselves being a bit intimidated? Like when you're a bit intimidated around someone but you still want to get with them. Some of you guys might have partners from a different ethnicity/race/nationality. I see your partner really liking your culture and would try to learn a lot about it. Like they might try to learn your language and travel to your home place. For this pile your future spouse will put in a lot of effort to understand you 🥺.

Pile 4: The Tower, The Hermit, Page of Wands, 4 of Pentacles, 10 of Swords, Death.

This pile seems to be the shyiest of them all! Some of y'all might be naturally shy while the other side might have been sort of "bullied" into being introverted. There's a lot of heavy energy in this pile, a lot of you guys have a lot of heavy baggage that you're still suffering the effects of. The hermit tells me that a lot of you guys like to keep to yourselves and stay alone. You might not go out of wanting to connect with people because you're worried and scared about new connections. You close yourself out so you'll probably be quite hesitant when it comes to starting a new connection with your future spouse. I see them trying though even though you'll be a bit stubborn. They'll like it though, I see them wanting to chase you and do their best to get with you. They'll be intrigued by your mysterious presence and will want to know more about you! Not like they're trying to be nosey but they're just very curious about you!

[plutosillywrites]

imagine plus size!reader going to the bar for a date— just to get to stood up.. but that’s okay, 141 is there for their night out, and could never say no to a pretty bird like you.

(i hope u like this nonsense :3)

you’ve never had much luck with dating, which you think for the most part you’re okay with, sometimes it just doesn’t work out when you think it will— but it does sting when all of your friends are snatched up and engaged or dating.

it leaves you asking if there’s something wrong with you— which you know is not true, but when you are so crushingly rejected every single time, you get sick of it.

and tonight, god you hope it’s different. you had been chatting up some pretty guy, and he was nice— attentive even, and you aren’t ugly by any means.your curves are to die for, the way your tummy is seen in dresses, and how your thighs and ass look in some good jeans— maybe you have a few more fat rolls than the average person, and your body held a plump look. but you looked damn fine with it too..

the cellulite— the hair, the skin. practically flawless, and as you slipped on your black dress with pearl accessories, and a beautiful vintage black bag. you were ready to go—

you slip your heels on, grab your keys and you’re out the door. locking your apartment door behind you (god forbid you forget again like that one time. you’ll always miss your good mixer that the thief stole.)

the walk there is quite nice, your date having asked you to meet up at a jazz club nearby, which was only a 10 minute walk.

you walk towards the front door of the place, bright LED letters adorned the top of the building. ‘THE JAZZ ROOM.’ it’s a nice, quaint place.

as you step inside the sound of the sax and sweet singing voice draws you in, you smile at the song being sung— and make way towards the bar, waiting patiently for your date.

what you don’t see however, is how 4 men sat back in their seats to get a better look at you as you walked in. johnny is the first to say something— “Fucking gorgeous ain’t she.” — the others hum in agreement.

you twiddle your thumbs, sipping on a fruity cocktail because— of course you can’t shoot whiskey, it’s been 25 minutes since you got here— you even showed up 5 minutes late.

you laugh, but not one filled with joy, one filled with disbelief. “i think im just gonna delete tinder. it doesn’t work— stupid apps never do.” youre mumbling as youre finishing off your drink, and fanning down the bartender.

johnny claps his hands, and goes to stand. “i think pretty bonnie over ‘er got stood up. blokes missing out— it’s alright though, i’ll go and swoop her up.” he shuffles out of the booth, the others make no move to disagree but simon chimes in by saying, “you better tell ‘er how fucking gorgeous she looks tonigh’. “

johnny then makes his way towards the empty seat beside you. the 3 men sit and watch— they trust johnny to woo you over, he’s just too good with words.

you ask the bartender for another cocktail, and as you go to take a sip you hear a gruff scottish voice from beside you. “what’s a pretty bonnie like you doing here alone?” you turn, and wow.

the man has a mohawk, and the most stunning blue eyes you have ever seen. he’s got a smile that has a warmth churning up inside— why is he staring at you like your the only girl in the world? and why does it feel so good??

“oh— uhm,, haha..” you trail off, “it’s a funny story, really.” you fiddle with the fruit on a toothpick in your drink, “i’m supposed to be on a date, but uhm.. he didn’t end up showing.” you grimace a bit, taking a large sip.

“well, he’s a bloody idiot.” the man says, he leans closer, resting his head on his hand. “my names johnny, you wouldn’t mind if i took his spot as your date, would’ya?”

a handsome, muscular man with a hot accent asking to be YOUR date? yeah, you’re not saying no to that! you smile, laughing so quiet johnny almost didn’t catch it under the music.

“no, i wouldn’t.. i’d prefer if you did.” you scoot your barstool closer, and tell him your name, your hand resting on the table dangerously close to his.

“you look stunning tonight, love.” he breathes out, he intertwines his fingers with yours, “fucking breathtaking— had my eyes glued to you since you walked in ‘ere.”

you look at him quickly, he’d watched you since you walked in? “you like what you saw that much?” you questioned with a frown, and his smile only grew. “fuck yes, and not just me—“ he leans you can see the rest of the group.

their eyes are hungry; with something else mixed in, and you can’t quite tell if its passion or lust. “—my whole team thinks you’re the prettiest girl in this whole place.”

your body goes slack just slightly, before letting a smile creep onto your face, resting your hand on johnny’s knee you leaned close to his ear.. “well, it’s rude to keep people waiting.. isn’t it?” you whispered.

“you’re right as rain, bonnie. why don’t we join them?” johnny mumbles back, already standing and tugging you near their table, his hand wrapped around your waist…

pt 2!! https://www.tumblr.com/plutosillywrites/775073803823890432/part-2-of-plus-sized-reader-who-gets-swooped-up

(an: johnny i love you. i love you and you just don’t know it.)

[sinofwriting]

Horny Teenagers - Max Verstappen

Words: 1,189 Summary: If Max and her were only allowed to say one thing that people described them as, it would be horny teenagers. They disagree with that entirely, after all what’s wrong with having a healthy sex life? Note(s): Suggestive Themes, Slightly NSFW

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“Max, how do you feel about the most recent interview your team principal did?”

Max raises an eyebrow, not understanding the question from Olav.

“He described you and your girlfriend as horny teenagers.”

“I mean, I don’t see how we are. I think of it as us having a healthy sex life.” The words slip off his tongue before he can stop them and he can see Y/N just a few feet away cover her mouth at the Dutch words and he worries for a second but then sees her shoulders shaking with laughter.

—

“Red Bull is going to kill us.” She pants, her hand fisting the hair at the back of Max’s skull, his lips sucking a bruise into her neck.

“Like they’ve been threatening for two years?” He smirks, squeezing at her leg that’s wrapped around his waist and really he’s lucky she wore this dress, such easy access to everything he wants.

Her laugh turns into a moan as he grinds his hips into hers, eyes slipping shut.

“I just won my fourth championship. I think they can forgive this.”

Her free hand pulls at the waistband of his pants, fingers grazing over his bulge that’s pushing at his zipper. “You say that like we ever need an excuse to fuck in a club.”

“No, but it certainly helps.”

She hums, eyes opening and she can spot more than a few phones pointed at them and it’s really lucky that Max is so broad. They more than take risks, but Max would never let anyone see any part of her, always sure to press her face into his neck, hiding everything he can so he can greedily have it all for himself.

“Take me back to the hotel? I can’t congratulate you properly here.”

“Whatever you want, schat. Whatever you want.”

—

“You did amazing.” Her voice is nearly a shout and Max’s smile widens, eyes crinkling at the edges and his arms are wrapping around her waist, their lips pressing together.

Her hands immediately go to his face, feeling the flush of his cheeks, the slight sweat dripping from his brow. And she giggles against his lips as one of his hands moves to her ass, grabbing and pulling her closer. She nips at his bottom lip in revenge, breath hitching at the near growl he gives.

“You're getting it later.” He warns.

“Promise?”

He kisses her again. “As soon as I’m done with media.”

She watches him walk back over to where Charles and Oscar are, both shaking their heads at him, and she can see the resigned looks of most of the Red Bull team.

“Twenty seven and still playing grab ass.”

“Max is twenty-seven.” She corrects, smiling at GP and his amused expression.

“Oh yes, sorry, you're how old again?”

She shakes her head, nudging him slightly as they both watch Max step up to give his interview.

She sighs, continuing to watch him. “Winning looks so good on him.”

“I don’t need to hear that.”

“None of us do.” Rupert murmurs.

“Really starting to think you guys hate when I speak.”

“We do.”

GP nods, “Would really rather you didn’t. Don’t think I need to hear anymore about Max.”

“Your loss.” She sings, blowing Max a kiss as he looks over at her one last time before leaving for the cooldown room.

—

“Actually, before everyone goes, I wanted to let you all know some exciting news before we all see each other next time for preseason testing.”

Everyone in the room shares glances at Max’s words, the driver practically beaming.

“Y/N and I are expecting a baby.”

The room erupts in congratulations. People getting up and swarming the driver and he laughs, accepting the pats on the backs and hugs.

“How is she doing?”

“She’s doing great. No morning sickness or anything, she’s thirteen weeks along, so we finally started telling people.”

“That’s amazing, really, Max. When is her due date?”

“August 17th. A bit fortunate with the new calendar, but babies have their own schedule, the doctor told us.”

“Thirteen weeks, huh?” GP asks.

Max nods and they can see his hand twitching to his wallet and they just know that he’s got an ultrasound or two in there.

“Vegas must have been a really nice celebration.”

Max laughs, a slight pink to his cheeks. “Well, the club was nice, but the hotel was much better.”

Groans escape from everyone in the room at the reminder of all the pictures and videos that had flooded social media from that night, but they all can’t help exchange looks, more than happy for the driver but also finally, finally it would mean a break from the nightmare that was Max and Y/N together and their constant horniness.

—

Rupert looks in horror at Max’s back.

“What happened?”

Max looks over his shoulder at him, bending to get a shirt before sliding it on. “What do you mean?”

“Your back is shredded.”

“You say that like it’s the first time.”

He splutters, running a hand over his face. “No, but Y/N’s pregnant.”

“And?”

“You two are still having sex.”

Max laughs, slapping him on the back. “You do know that doctors actually encourage that right? It’s good, apparently. And what you thought that just because she was pregnant we’d stop? It’d take more than that.”

Rupert watches Max leave in horror.

—

“Max,” At the sound of his name, he looks away from Charles’ phone that displayed a picture of Leo. “I just wanted to offer my congratulations on the news of you and Y/N expecting a baby and was wondering if you could stamp out a rumor of sorts.”

“Thank you and a rumor? We are talking about rumors again? So early in the season.”

A few reporters laugh.

“It is quite early. This has to do with a report that apparently last weekend your hotel room in Bahrain was vandalized. Broken mirror, torn pillows and such.”

Max coughs, trying not to laugh as he sees actual concern on the reporter's face. “No, nothing like that happened. Just, uh, a little overexcited so to speak.”

Charles lets out a laugh that he quickly turns into a cough when feeling his press officer glare at him.

“Mate.” He murmurs.

Max smiles, dropping the microphone back in his lap as Tom changes the subject, asking Jack something. “Well if I said any more I’d get fined.”

“I can imagine.” And Charles’ gaze softens. “I know I’ve said it already but congratulations. You and Y/N will make excellent parents.”

Max’s smile widens. Charles had been the first driver to text him to offer his congratulations, and his repetitiveness of offering them was nice. It was good being so close with Charles after their rocky karting years. “Thank you, Charles. I’m starting to think you want to be in the running for godfather.”

“Oh, absolutely. If not, I better be known as uncle Charles. I’m offering piano, Italian, and karting lessons.”

“Fucker.” Max mumbles at the last one with an amused look and small nod before turning his attention back to Tom.

[bbokicidal]

Marriage? Marriage. | Maknae Line! SKZ [OT8]

Genre : Fluff Warnings : None Pairing : Maknae Line SKZ x Fem!Reader

Notes : Ever wondered what your wedding would be like with SKZ? How they would propose? What their tux/outfit would look like? Your ring? The venue? Well I've got it all right here! (Completely w/ photo references!)

Other Notes : This is just how i picture things going down/looking. If you disagree or have other opinions, that's totally fine! But please don't go in the comments complaining it isn't how you pictured it. If you don't like it, scroll past. Thank you!

Jisung

The Proposal : Jisung is the one to make a big spectacle of it, creating an entire song to ask you to marry him in front of the guys. He does it at the venue for their concert during soundcheck so it's a little more personal, wanting you to be there for what he's calling 'practice' so you can hear and critique his new song. Or that's what he says - it's really just a massive proposal. He even gets Chan and Minho to run down the stage throwing flower petals in the air while he sings.

The Venue : Nothing too fancy. He wants it to be personal between just your families (and the guys, of course.) So he chooses a smaller venue with plenty of floral decorations to satisfy the both of you. He lets you pick out the colors however, agreeing that a nice muted purple would be a good mix between casual and elegant.

First Look : Oh, he bawls. He's on his knees the moment he turns around, tears streaking down round cheeks and hands covering his mouth in admiration. You have to cup his face and pull him up - but the photographer gets a perfect picture of you two kissing while Jisung bawls his eyeballs out at how beautiful you look.

His Best Man : Minho. (We all saw that coming.)

Felix

The Proposal : Felix takes you to his childhood home to do it. It's bigger than expected (because he came from a pretty well off family,) and still as wonderful as he remembers growing up. His family tags along to witness it all, but they aren't even aware of the proposal and his sisters are screaming before you are when they see him get down on one knee. Very romantic, very wholesome - biggest ring you've ever seen.

The Venue : Massive venue, very fairytale-esque. He wants it to be grand, as perfect as you are. He falls in love with the ballroom feel of the venue and his mind is made up the moment he steps inside to check it out for the first time. "It's perfect," He'll nod, later admiring how it looks with all of the decorations the two of you had picked out. The theme comes out to a soft pale blue and white.

First Look : He doesn't want to do a first look, but he lets the guys go and see you. His heart slams in his chest the moment Chris comes back with rosy cheeks, exclaiming how beautiful you looked and how Felix had gotten oh-so lucky to be with you. Of course, he tears up a bit and maybe bawls a little when he sees you walking down the aisle.

His Best Man : Jisung.

Seungmin

The Proposal : He's the one to do it on stage. Unexpected, right? He wants to make it memorable for everyone - especially you. He'll ask you to come out, take your hand the moment you enter the stage and then walk with you to the middle to give the most heartwarming and sincere speak you've heard since their Maniac tour. "I said once that I didn't believe in the word 'forever,' but... in this moment, I want to believe I'll be with you for eternity."

The Venue : Also something bigger. Plenty of room to hold many guests but not as grand of a venue as Felix's pick. It's outdoors, for one, the theme of the wedding a warm green with pale pinks and roses speckled in for accent. He lets you do most of the decorating because he trusts you with it, but he will give you his input if you ask for it. However, his favorite thing about the venue has to be the archway he'll marry you under.

First Look : Oh he's getting a first look. He's a bit impatient the day of and asks to see you as soon as possible, only to be met with your arms wrapping around him from behind. He'll sink into your embrace before turning to look at you, backing away only so he can take in the full view. He'll even ask you to do a little spin, holding your hand with care and smiling at how beautiful you are.

His Best Man : Jeongin.

Jeongin

The Proposal : It just sort of... falls out of his mouth. You're having dinner with the group out at a nicer restaurant and he's sitting at your side, seeming a bit distracted and distant. Lost in thought, he snaps back into his own mind before murmuring a soft, "Do you want to get married?" as he looks over. It catches you by surprise, especially when he pulls a velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. He couldn't find the perfect way to do it, and he grew impatient with himself - so he just asked.

The Venue : He lets you pick it out, with you settling on a smaller church that gave the most basic, traditional wedding possible - which is how he preferred it, if he were honest. He liked how it felt normal, like he was just another person existing in the universe. Nothing too special, nothing too grand. Just... normal and perfect for you two.

First Look : His first look is during pictures, and as he sees you coming up to him he's all full of giggles and bouncy excitement. He turns away to whisper to Seungmin how he's not sure how he bagged such a baddie, before turning back to gather himself and hold your hands while telling you how beautiful you are. Absolute menace even during his own wedding but he's doing his best.

His Best Man : Technically? Seungmin. But he gives each member of the group a special Boutonniere because in his mind, they're all the best. He wants all of his hyungs involved in his wedding.

[novvabee]

ok loved the poly!marauders bedroom thoughts, could you maybe write one for poly!rosekiller? ❤️

Alright alright y’all know the drill this is 18+ MDNI

I present to you: poly!rosekiller bedroom thoughts!

Alright first up, I think that Barty is a switch through and through. He loves to be in control, absolutely, but the second you wanna take over, he is willing and ready for whatever. If you are more on the dominant side, he would practically beg for you to let it lose. I feel like Barty has no shame whatsoever letting you do anything and everything to him. We all know he would literally die on the spot if Evan told him to, and I feel like he would give you that same respect lol. I think that if you and Evan are dominating Barty, he could die a happy man right then and there because that is already his idea of a perfect afterlife. And let’s be real here, I think that Barty is the most down with pegging so if that is your thing, he would be all for it. Now, if you are more submissive, I feel like Barty would be the overly caring and nurturing one out of the two. I think that Barty would take the BEST care of you because you are his baby, his love and life. Whatever you ask for, it is done, no questions asked. He would quite literally worship you and his favorite way to show his dedication would be none other than burying his face between your thighs for hours. If he could, Barty would eat you out all day long, not coming up for air, food, water, or rest. This man is devoted to his loves and will lose himself in your pleasure. Barty enjoys you riding him no matter if you’re more in a dominant or submissive mood, so that he could watch your tits so close to his face. He would also LOVE making you into a pillow princess. Now this is one thing that he and Evan disagree on, Evan believes that you should have to work a little bit for your pleasure, but as said before, Barty is willing to give you everything you want and need, all you have to do is lie back and take it. I feel like Barty’s favorite form of punishment/torment is overstimulation, making you cum over and over again until you are literally pushing away from him and Evan tells him it's enough.

Now Evan is also a switch, but I can see him leaning more on the dominant side. I think that he would love to watch you and Barty, no matter who is in control. He takes pleasure in seeing not only one but both of his partners in complete ecstasy. If you are more dominant, Evan would give in, not as quickly as Barty, but wouldn’t put up too much of a fight. I think that he would rather share Barty, allowing you both dominate him (which Barty is completely on board with by the way) rather than have you in control of them both, but if that is what you prefer he will absolutely give in. he will just push Barty down a peg on the totem pole so that he feel slightly more in control. And if you are on the submissive side, Evan is a little more hard on you than Barty. Evan loves seeing you on your knees for him, like I said before, he believes that you should work a little bit for your pleasure, and this is his favorite way to put you to work. He loves threading his fingers through your hair or pulling it up for you so that he could get a better hold to fuck your throat. Evan, like Barty, would also worship you, but his preferred method is to sing your praises; “fuck baby, your mouth is so good” “you’re so tight baby, making me feel so good” “I love when you look at me like that while I fuck you/your mouth”. Now one of his favorite things to do is team up with Barty on you, he’ll play the ‘bad cop’ while Barty plays more of the ‘good cop’ and he would relish in the confusion it causes you, not knowing who to listen to but trying your best to please them both. Usually this ends in Evan giving in and finally give you what you want, usually just joining in on whatever Barty is already doing to you. Evan’s favorite form of punishment/torment is orgasm denial. He would love to build you up then pull away and hear you whine for just a moment before going back and then actually giving you what you want. If he is feeling particularly mischievous, he will watch as Barty is eating you out and when you are right on the edge, he will distract Barty by shoving his cock in Barty’s mouth or simply by pulling him away from you to shove his tongue in Barty’s mouth to get a taste of you for himself.

...wow

[pshenyasstuff]

Headcanons for relationships with Billy Kid

This is my purely subjective opinion, you may disagree with me. I don't have enough content on this guy (i obsessed with him), so I decided to make it myself.

He's definitely the type of guy who is always ready to support his girlfriend like some kind of cheerleader like "THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND!! TEAR THEM ALL UP, BEAUTY!"

Expect a lot of talk about his favorite show, he will show you absolutely every poster and figurine, tell you how he acquired it and the like

And of course he will call himself your Starlight Knight

His gifts are often like this.. random. You never expect what he can give. One time it's some kind of cute trinket, and the next time it's a weapon 😨 (of course so that his beloved can stand up for herself)

But he doesn't really mind if you're a pacifist or just don't want to hurt someone. He is always happy to protect you, while of course showing off in all sorts of ways. "Babe, are you watching? I did a great job on them, didn't I??"

He's as clingy as possible, I'm serious. He loves hugging so much that hugging at every meeting with him will be something ordinary for you. It's just one of his ways of expressing sympathy

I'm 100% sure he's styling his hair. Or they are always like that. In any case, they are as soft as possible.

I'm not sure if he feels the touch. Let's assume that he feels it quite a bit

Despite this, he always tries to count the power to touch you

Oh yes, he definitely likes to carry his beloved on his arms, back and shoulders. He especially likes to walk around the city like this or run away from enemies with you, because he is an cyborg, much faster than your human legs, just let him treat you like his lady :D

The poor guy is sometimes so upset because he doesn't have lips. I mean, how can he then give his beloved more love?? In any case, he finds a way out of the situation and just rests his faceplate on the place where he wants to kiss you. Too cute

He definitely giggles stupidly when you initiate all this romantic stuff. Did you kiss him yourself? I swear, he lifts one leg like a girl and can't stop giggling in love

His nicknames are so sweet to you, sometimes banal, but it's cute. (Lady, sweetheart, princess, love of my life, beloved)

Each of your mornings together will begin with his speech. He will absolutely always wake up earlier, if he is sleeping at all, of course. Let's say it goes into sleep mode for a set time. "Yo, yo, yo, wake up, sleepyhead!"

Cooking? No, and again no, bro does not know how to cook, he buys you ready-made food, because he does not need it himself

He always likes to make you laugh, he is infinitely glad to see you happy :)

He definitely likes the idea of paired things. Even the bracelet you gave him will always be worn (until he loses it)

You rarely quarrel, I think, but if it happens, he always apologizes first

Don't give him a plant or a pet, they'll just die 😭

He likes to sing for you, even if it's not quite perfect and the ears of others wither from his singing

He will immediately ask to exchange numbers or social networks. What for? To send you his photos and silly messages if you are not around, of course. He definitely uses a lot of emojis

He likes to arrange a movie night with you. Of course, you'll be watching mostly his favorite show. He watches it so often that at one point he will just say lines along with the characters

He likes to lie on your lap at such moments or just hold hands, because it's romantic in his understanding

Thanks for reading <3

[xetlynn]

Scars and Faint Memories

Vanessa Palmer x Fem! Reader

chapter one<- -> chapter two-> chapter three

•••The plane as crashed, and as the teens fight to get out, they then have to quickly fight to aid one another. Their only sense of comfort being Misty Quigley, the fact that Coach Scott is partially alive and [Name] with her levelheaded realness.

warnings: descriptions of injuries ig

1996

Screams erupt all around you, raw and terrified. You let out small whimpers as you watch everything around you.

The demonic roar of the engine failing echoing and shouting in your head. Not letting you ignore it. You feel someone grab your other hand and your wide eyes look to see Taissa who has tears streaming down her face. 

And as the plane finally makes its impact with the ground your hands somehow let go of the two girls. Natalie and you are buried in carry-ons and equipment from the overhead bins. Holding weight down on the both of you.

You attempt at getting your seatbelt off first. Trying to drown out your best friend’s cries as you struggle. 

“Here, here!” Taissa shoves off some of the mess on you, making it easier for you. “Thank you- thank you.” You choke out, the adrenaline in your body going rampant. Unclipping the belt before getting up, the girl who helped you has already moved away to help with the door. “I’m stuck- [Name]!” Natalie sobs and you shush her. 

“I’m here, I’m getting you out!” You tell her, grabbing the bigger things and throwing them in any direction. “I can’t get my, my leg!” She grunts and you look to see the heavier equipment in between her leg and the chair in front of her. 

“I got it, I got it!” You mutter, pulling with all your might and finally getting it out. 

Natalie shoots up after unhooking her belt and you move out of the way. “Go, go, go!” You scream, pushing her towards the door and doing the same with a few other girls.

“C’mon, c’mon!” You have them run before you, you look behind you to see Vanessa yelling and crying for help, fire bursting behind her. 

“Help! HELP!” She weeps, and you run over to her. Jumping over the stuff in the aisle. “Shit- I gotchu! Fuck it’s the seatbelt?” You furrow your brows, not knowing what to do to get it unjammed. Van cries, wriggling to get out.

“Please, please don’t leave me!” She says and you look up at her, scared. “I won’t, I promise!” You crouch down, the fire getting closer. Making it extremely hard to focus with the heat. 

Another body comes and you look up to see Shauna. “It’s her seatbelt!” You inform her, and Shauna pushes you back to try but she can’t get it either.

Jackie comes over and grabs Shauna, trying to do the same with you but you shrug her off. “We can’t leave her!” Shauna disagrees. “We have to get out now!” Jackie says. 

“I’m not leaving her!” You argue, crouching back down, looking around for something sharp or anything. Van cries harder, trying to wriggle around again.

You don’t even pay attention to Jackie wrestling Shauna away from the situation. Getting out of the plane.

“Stop moving real quick!” You tell the redhead who whimpers but does as told. 

You finally get the belt unjammed, unclipping it and you take hold of her hand, running as fast as you can away from the fire. 

To the other end, luckily right before a burst of flames come towards you both. “Shit, c’mere!” You pull her into seats to be protected from the heat. 

You hold onto her, to protect her from any more burns. Earning hairs on your arm being singed off, hurting like a bitch.

Tiredly you sit there for a moment, still not letting go of the redhead but leaning back in the chair as the fire has calmed down a bit. Not being near you at least. 

Your head falling against the cushion. “Holy shit.” You murmur to yourself, your body ached as the adrenaline was beginning to fade away. “You- you didn’t leave me…” Van pants and you huff. “I promised.” You remind her, she looks up at you and smiles. “We almost died.” 

“Yeah.” You breathe out a laugh. “Let’s get out of here.” You stand up, her doing the same thing, leading you guys out. Not even paying attention to the fact that you were both still holding hands. 

Getting out you hear screaming by Coach Ben and you follow it. Injured girls surround the area, also hearing Javi shouting for his dad. You had forgotten that Javi and Travis came on this trip with their father- your guys’ coach. 

“There was nothing we could do-” You come across Jackie trying to put her arm around Shauna but she twists away, uncomfortable.

“Jesus… Coach.” You glance around them, still not announcing you or Van still being alive. But seeing Coach on the ground with a crushed leg. 

Van rushes you in front of everyone. “Surprise.” She boredly announces the both of you and you awkwardly stand there. It was intense and shocking to Jackie. Before the three of you can get into it, Taissa launches at the both of you. Putting you both in a relieved bear hug.

“Thank god! I couldn’t find either of you! Scared the shit out of me.” She pulls back and you purse out your lips. “Sorry.” You mumble. “My seatbelt was jammed.” Vanessa explains. 

“You’re both okay though?” She checks both of our faces and you subconsciously hide your arm that was burning excruciatingly. And luckily for you something else caught their attention before they could even notice. 

A loud thwack! Emits from where Coach Ben is lying. You guys turn around to see Misty  with an axe. You forcibly make Van face the other way so she can’t even process what just happened. “What? The? Fuck!?” Natalie loudly exclaims as the curly blonde unbuckles her belt and kneels down. You watch in terror. 

Misty creates a tourniquet, looping it around Coach’s thigh and tightly pulling it. “Help me move him.” Misty orders. 

“What just happened?” Van’s eyes pool with tears. “C’mon let’s move away from here.” You ignore her. 

“What the fuck happened!?” She asks again and you shake your head, Taissa was right behind you guys, almost stumbling from what everyone had just witnessed.

“Misty did the right thing.” You say simply, sitting the two down.

“I’m going to help her out. Take a breather. Taissa stay with Van. She’s squeamish with this stuff.” You tell her and she nods up at you. Standing over her friend as you run off.

 

2021

“I never understood what happened between you and Taissa.” Shauna speaks up from the silence and you curtly hum. “Not much to understand.” You adjust yourself so you're resting against the door of the van. Fixing the seat belt so it’s not digging in your skin. “One of those things you refuse to talk about?” Shauna sighs. 

“I’m surprised you don’t know what it is.” You shrug. “She seemed to have a big mouth at the time.” You roll your eyes in irritation thinking back to yours and Taissa’s big blowout argument years ago.

“Must’ve said something horrible then.” Shauna pulls into your driveway and you see a familiar car parked beside yours. Making you squint slightly.

“That car wasn’t there before?” She points out and you look over at her then back at the car. “It’s my sister?” Unbuckling the belt but almost pre-cautiously. “Your sister? I thought she was down in Florida?”

“Yeah I thought so too.” You open the door. “See you later, call me in the morning.” You tell her and she nods her head. Observing the car ahead. “Will do, goodnight!” 

“Goodnight.” You shut the door and hurry to your front door, getting out your keys to unlock it.

Opening the door slowly, knowing that the car besides yours is definitely not your little sisters. “Natalie?” You call out, taking off your shoes and there she is. Sitting on your kitchen counter eating an apple. “The fuck?” You drop what's in your hands to rush over to her. She laughs, standing up.

“I was wondering why you weren’t home.” She exclaims as you pull her into a hug.

“Oh you know, Shauna and Taissa.” You roll your eyes, pushing off of her to look at her face.

“Taissa?” She raises her brows causing you to laugh. “Yeah, I wasn't told until we were at the diner.” You scoff, grabbing her apple and taking a bite of it. 

“They let you out of rehab?” You ask, leaning against your counter and she gives you a look. “No, I snuck out.” She sarcastically replies and you playfully push her. “You know what I meant.” 

“Yeah, I know. I got out earlier today. I still gotta do something tonight though. Think someone’s blackmailing me. Only person I can think of is that crazy ass bitch.” She takes back the apple from your hand, finishing it off. You tilt your head to the side. “Misty?” You raise a brow. 

“Who else?” She grabs her purse and begins to walk to your front door. You follow behind her. “Want me to come with?” You ask, kind of hopeful since the two of you rarely see each other anymore. “Nah, I got some things to do that I don’t want you involved in.” She shakes her head, your face drops without realizing and she gives you a sad smile back. 

“Trust me, when I’m done you and I need to spend some time with one another.” She grabs your hand to give it a small squeeze. “You’re my number one.” She reminds you and you smile. “If you need a place to stay, don’t hesitate to call me Nat.” You point a finger in her face. 

“You know I will.” She says before leaving you, shutting the door as you stand there. As quick as she was there she was gone. That’s usually how it goes with Natalie and you never minded it. 

Everyone coped differently after the crash. You don’t feel like going back to that headspace though. 

1996

“Hey, [Name]...” A voice quietly speaks from behind you, you turn around as you were helping Mari with her burn on her thigh. Using the sleeve of your sweat to hide your own. “Yes?” You peer up at her, crouched down. “Can you help with something?” She asks nervously, her fingers fidgeting with each other.

Her demeanor is different than before. She’s been giving out orders to everyone and with you, at this moment it seems like she can barely even say hi. “Give me a second, I’ll be right with you.” You nod your head firmly and she quietly thanks you before heading back over to Coach Ben. “You okay, Mari?” You stop pouring the water, closing it before putting it beside her. She shrugs her shoulders. You knew it was a redundant question but still. 

You knew everyone was scared, worried about what was going to happen to everyone. “I’m okay, it’s uncomfortable.” She answers, wincing when she moves her leg a little bit. “Understandable. Make sure it’s about to breathe, better than getting constantly covered. I’ll see if I can find my bag. I keep a little first aid kit.” You pat her good leg as you stand up. Heading over to Misty. 

“Like this. Got it?” Misty looks up at the two girls behind her after she had just torn a long strip from a t-shirt. Taissa and Natalie nod, and the little blonde hands the shirt over to Tai. “As many as you can. And fast. We’re gonna need to change the bandages soon. And then hourly after that.” She directs. “If he even lives that long.” Natalie comments and you come over, slightly nudging her with a shake of your head.

“Don’t say that.” Misty sharply replies, both you and Natalie blink at her. The poor girl has taken control, barking orders to everyone to keep them busy as she’s still in shock. Everyone else is but they’re all different. 

“Just… keep ripping those up, okay?” She moves on, standing up and smacking her hands together to get the dirt off.

“Alright, [Name]. Can you come with me?” She motions and you hum, stepping behind her. 

“Do you think you can get a few others to gather wood for a fire?” She crosses her arms and you give a confused expression. “I- I mean I know I can, but I just… I want help. Giving orders.” She explains slowly and you glance around at the other girls as you think.

“I’m worried about Coach Ben and I would just appreciate not having to focus on telling everyone what to do.” She says. 

“I got you Misty, don’t worry. I’ll get some of the girls to gather wood and I’m going to get others to help me look around the plane for our things.” You tell her, hands on your hips as you let out a breath.

“Thank you.” Her deep brown eyes look deeply in yours and you stick a hand out. “We’re a team.” You remind her and she gapes down at your hand before beaming. Taking your hand roughly.

“Right.” 

“Alright,” You clap your hands as you stand in the middle of where everyone is. “We need to get moving. It looks like we’re going to be here for the night so we need to build a fire.” You loudly explain for everyone to hear. 

“Akilah, Mari, Van and Melissa. Can you go look for sticks? Branches. Anything for the fire. Make sure they’re dry, not too new. Wet wood is difficult to catch fire.” You point to the four, they get up from their spots. Mari limping a little. “Yeah.” “got it.” The four agree, heading off to do as told. 

“Okay anyone who can walk or feels comfortable enough we need to search around for our bags. Get them all together. I see a few already did but somebody might have something to help.” You tell them, already making your way toward the plane that was just on fire. A hand reaches out for your wrist. Stopping you. 

“Are you sure you can go in there?” It was Jackie and you furrow your brows. “Yeah, if no one else will, someone has to.” You say simply, pulling your arm to your side. “I mean, I’ll come with.” She grabs onto your arm once again, walking in the plane with you that’s still warm by the fire that was once there. Some things are still slightly caught on fire or extremely hot. 

You walk to the back of the plane where Van was sitting, where the both of you had almost died together not even hours ago. You try to see if there’s anything of hers you can scavenge. You know her bag was near Taissa’s but her backpack is what you’re searching for. 

“Hey, when I… left Van earlier and stuff. It wasn’t personal or like-” “I know.” You cut her off as she was picking up her and Shauna’s bags. “I was scared, I didn’t know what to do…”

“I understand, Jackie.” You tell her earnestly as you find Van’s bag extremely burnt. “I thought you both died.” She mutters but it was loud enough for you to hear. “Well, we’re alive.” You smile over at her and she rolls her eyes. 

“Taissa thought you guys were dead too, she screamed for you guys. Did you not hear her?” She asks, moving to another area to pick up a few more backpacks. 

“No, I can’t speak for Van but I know I couldn’t focus on anything other than getting away from the flames. All I heard was Van crying, really.” You try to think back but the only thing that echoed in your head were her sobs. The crackling of the fire. The smell of plastic burning. Your arm. 

“Oh…” Was all Jackie could muster out. The guilt got to her, In the same breath she went back and forth. She was protecting her best friend. Protecting her from becoming a dead body. Even if it meant leaving another person behind. 

You moved around, picking up bags. Luckily even finding your own. “C’mon, I’m sure others found our suitcases. We can come back for more later.” You pat your friend's side as you walk past her. 

“Right behind you.” Jackie murmurs, the two of you coming out and placing the bags down. You open your bag and grab the first aid kit you knew you had. “Mari, I have some burn cream!” You call out as she was walking with a bunch of sticks in her arms. “Sick!” She grins, dropping the wood in a pile. Sprinting over to you. 

“I’ll put it on you. Don’t want to use too much…” You crouch down, eye level with her burn on her thigh. “Thank you, this is a life saver.” She says and you wave as if it’s nothing. You open the tube but then look down at your dirty fingers. “Hold on.” You stand back up, grabbing a water bottle and rinsing off your pointer finger.

The others watch as you go back to the brunette, their eyes fixated on you specifically.

“Hopefully it heals fast.” You comment as you put the cream on your finger, crouching back down and then gently smooth it over the burn. 

Mari winces, almost letting out a small groan at the feeling. “I’m sorry.” You scrunch your nose, putting a little more on the burn before looking up at her. “All done.” You rub your finger on your jeans, putting the tub in your pocket. Noting to remember to put it on your own arm later. 

“Bleeding’s slowing down. But we need to disinfect it somehow. Maybe something from the bar cart?” Misty speaks. “There wasn’t one. I mean, it was just soda. It cost less that way.” Lottie sheepishly says. “Seriously?” Taissa scoffs.

“Rich people are fucking cheap.” The girl responds in defense. “Maybe somebody brought some contraband…” Laura Lee mentions and everyone, even you turns to Natalie who had just walked up with Taissa with fresh bandages for Coach. “Um, okay. Wow.” Natalie huffs and you try not to smile. “Well, did you?” Misty quizzes. 

“Yeah, obviously. But I stashed it in my bag, and [Name] didn’t find it somehow.” She frowns. “You guys. What about this?” Van says from behind, picking up a bottle of Seabreeze Toner.

“Hey. That’s-” Jackie catches herself, pressing her lips together. “A good idea, Van.” 

You watch Van give her a dark look, handing the bottle to the captain of the soccer team. Jackie looks over at you as she cringes and you give an apologetic look before following after the redhead. 

“Hey, where you going?” You question as you catch up to the girl who sighs loudly. “Sorry, I’m just feeling a type of way towards Jackie…” She grumbles, plopping down on the ground in front of all the bags. You stand over her. “I mean, you have every right to feel that way. But she was scared.” You’re not necessarily defending Jackie’s actions but you do see why she did what she did. 

“I was scared! I was terrified.” Van snaps, refusing to look up at you and you place a hand on her shoulder. “It was scary Van, you could have died. Everything you feel- the anger, all of it. Is valid. I promise.” You sit down with her. “Why don’t you feel any anger? Aren’t you scared? You seem so… weirdly calm?” She questions, finally glancing at you. 

You suck in a breath. “I am scared.” You say. “Terrified.”  You stare off at the plane that sat there. When you guys should be in Seattle. When you should be getting off that plane and going to a hotel. Is anyone looking for you guys? Is the airport tracking you guys down? 

How long will you guys be in these woods for? 

2021

You lay in bed wearing a red lace lingerie set. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Checking yourself out. You take your phone from the bed to take pictures of yourself, trying to pose in good angles. Normally you’d never do this- wear fancy lingerie. Well maybe years ago. But now?

Never. 

You practically swore to celibacy after being single for so long. The occasional hookups but you never felt it was worth it to dress up for someone you were only using for your own gratification. But here you are. Buying and wearing underwear for a hookup you’re supposed to see tonight. 

You finally take a picture you like, staring at your screen with a smile. But as you stare at it longer you begin to see how prominent your scars appear in the photo. Your eyes bouncing from each scar. From the one that goes down your thigh. The rather large burn scar that’s on your left arm. And then the one that goes from the middle of your stomach to your side. Looking deep and ugly. 

“Shit…” You sit down on your bed. She’ll see it anyway in person, you tell yourself. What does it matter that it’s in the picture? You subconsciously find yourself rubbing your thigh. Feeling the bumps of the scar. 

You huff, going to your texts and just sending the picture with a small message about how excited you were for the night since she should be on her way to your house in thirty minutes. In reality this felt like nothing new. Nothing special. Just sex with a rando. 

There were a few times with your hookups that it would happen a few more times. Nothing more than two weeks. If you sensed them getting too attached you cut it off. It’s not that it was them. You were sure if you were more emotionally mature you’d feel the same but instead you cut that from your life. The option of having a life filled with love. You gave up on that a while ago. 

Your phone dings, pushing your negative thoughts away. 

It was your hookup, Kania. Flirting with the normal disgusting dirty talk you have before sex. You grab your robe, throwing it on and heading to your living room to turn on the music. Along with setting the candles up. Wine on the coffee table. 

As you’re getting everything ready you place your phone on the coffee table face down. Trying to make sure you have everything for the night. A knock sounds at your door and you go to answer it. Fixing your hair along with making sure the robe is tightly on. No chance of falling open… just yet. 

Opening the door with a smile. The girl stands before you, just as superficially pretty as she is on her dating page. “C’mon in.” You move out of the way allowing her in. “Nice place, very cosy.” She looks around and you nod, quietly thanking her. “Is that Roxette?’ The girl suddenly questions and you gasp with wide eyes. 

“You’re into her?” You were hopeful but then when you look at her face she seems to be quite the opposite with Roxette. “Mm, I mean my mom was super into her… You have anything newer?” She tilts her head and your shoulders drop. Way to make you feel old. 

“Yeah, I have like… Arctic Monkeys?” You look through your cd’s. Shauna’s daughter Callie would come over with her sometimes and gifted you the cd’s telling you that you have to keep up with the music times. 

“Oh they’re good, put them on.” The girl plops down on your couch while observing your home. You press your lips together in annoyance as you change out the cd. And as the girl behind you is looking around her eyes stop at the pictures on your wall. Pictures of you and a redhead. You guys kissing, pictures on the beach together. Out on dates. 

“Uh, so… how long have you been doing these hookups?” 

You turn to her with a confused expression. Chatting before sex? Not unusual but not your favorite start. “Couple years, I don’t do relationships.” You say, stepping over to her, you follow her eyes over to your wall and you let out a deep sigh. “She’s dead. I promise I’m not in a relationship.” You place a hand over your heart and the girl’s mouth goes into an ‘o’ shape. “Yeah…” You were lying but she doesn’t have to know the real reason why you keep photos up of your ex girlfriend. “Oh… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be, c’mon stop with the chit chat. That’s not why you came over here, is it?” You smirk, picking up a glass of wine and offering it over to her. She nods her head, taking the glass which gives you some sort of relief. You had no interest in some stranger digging in your past. “Right.” You pick up your own glass, taking a rather large drink of it. 

Setting it back down as she sips on it, seemingly nervous. You untie your robe. No exchanging words, you were antsy and ready. You didn’t want to wait any more. Kania almost chokes on her dry drink, placing it down immediately at the sight of your chest and the way it’s encased with the red lace. 

You snicker at her reaction, pulling her into a kiss. Holding her face with both your hands as you deepen it. 

Your mouths moving together in sync, you hear her little moans underneath you as you get onto your knees on the cushion. Not even unlocking from her. Kania’s hands finding your waist and pulling you into her lap. 

Making you straddle her. 

Grinding your hips down to get some sort of friction. Getting excited as this was leading to what you’ve been needing. 

And as it was getting to the good part you hear your phone buzz on the glass. The sound wasn’t on luckily so you decided to ignore it. Continuing to make out with the pretty woman. 

But as it doesn’t stop for the next two minutes, Kania decides to pull away from the kiss. “You should probably get that.” She chuckles and you groan, throwing your head back. “Yeah… probably.” You stand up, snatching the phone up and answering the phone without looking at who it is. 

“Hello?” You crossed your arms, feeling your own skin underneath the laced bra, holding yourself with the one arm. “[Name], it’s Misty. Can you meet us at the bar near my house?” She spoke and you furrowed your brows. “Misty? How the fuck did you get my number?” 

“I’m with Natalie, say hi Nat.” You hear the phone get passed and you hear a small “heyy” from your best friend. Your face drops. “Why the fuck am I meeting you?” You put your weight onto one leg as you ask. “It’s important, I promise. Just meet us. Do you remember where my house is?” 

“I know what bar it is. The Dive Bar. I’ll be on my way just give me a second.” You sigh, hanging up the phone without saying goodbye. You look at Kania. “I have to go. Sorry to cut this short.” You head to your bedroom. Roughly taking off the robe. “Want me to wait here until you get back?” She asks, following after you. 

Watching as you throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater. “No, I’m sorry but just go home. I’ll call you whenever I’m free.” You tell her shortly. Going back to the livingroom to blow out all the candles. “Um… alright. I’ll make sure my ringer is on then.” She jokes and you give a polite smile as you grab your keys and wallet. 

“Bye, Kania.” You open the door for her. “See ya.” She exits and you let out a breath. Wanting to punch something. The one night you want to fuck someone. The one night within months. 

Entering the bar you’re automatically embraced by the blonde girl. “[Name]! It’s been a while.” She exclaims and you give her a tight-lipped smile. “Yup.” You let her drag you to the bar counter. “Oh you got us drinks!” Misty happily points out to Natalie, sitting down beside her as you sit on the other side. Natalie pushes one cup toward you then picks up the whiskey and slugs it. Chasing it with the beer. 

“I can’t believe I’ve never been in here before. It’s so… edgy!” Misty quickly moves on and you take the whiskey you were given like a shot. Downing it quickly. “So why am I here?” You fold your arms, smacking the glass down on the counter. “Someone’s messing with us.” Natalie says, showing the card that has the symbol on it. 

Your heart drops seeing it.

“Did you not get one?” Misty asks and you shake your head. “No.” 

“What have you got?” Natalie eyes a manilla file folder in Misty’s tote bag. The blonde pulls out her file, setting it on the bar with a proud manner. “Well. If I’ve learned one thing in the citizen detective community…” 

“The… what?” Natalie glances over to you who shrugs with a small amused look. Motioning to the bartender to get you another whiskey. He nods his head, grabbing your glass to replace it. 

“Citizen Detective. We’re like private investigators, except nobody hired us or asked for our help. We work together online to solve cold cases. You know, disappearances, murders. It’s super fun.” She explains and you lick your lips. Hoping this night won’t be too much longer. 

The bartender gives you your drink and you thank him. This time not downing it like the one before. “Anywho! There are really only two questions that matter in any case: who and why. If you get one, you can usually figure out the other. So I’ve been asking myself, "What does the person who sent those cards want?” 

“To scare us? To mess with our heads? To remind us of-” She pauses before speaking in a lower voice. “What happened out there? It’s obviously a threat.” Natalie reaches out, taking Misty’s file folder. 

You get up, going over to Nat’s side to also look at what’s in the folder. Various articles and magazine covers of the Yellowjackets about your disappearance, the rescue and then random press. Shauna and Jeff's local wedding announcement. Callie’s birth certificate. Taissa’s campaign flyer for state senate. A brochure for Natalie’s rehab clinic, a business card for [Name]’s job. Then another business card. For Jessica Roberts. 

“Who’s Jessica Roberts?” Natalie asks and you scoff out a laugh. “That bitch.” You murmur. 

“That depends on who you ask. She claims to be a reporter, but as far as I can tell that’s a lie. She’s been sniffing around. Claims to be peddling a book deal. But-”

“How could she know about… you know…” Natalie cuts her off and you also look to the blonde for answers. “Maybe someone talked.” Misty shrugs. 

Natalie picks up Taissa’s campaign flyer. “You didn’t start collecting this stuff a week ago. You’ve been keeping tabs on us. Why?” With this question Misty blushes, looking at the both of you with a sudden vulnerability. “You guys are the most important people in my life.” 

It's a weird sentiment, one that you can’t help but stare at her for admitting. Natalie then spots something else in the file. Seeing a photocopy of a man’s new hampshire drivers license. You then turn to see her face grow pale. “You found Travis?” She asks and you let out a small gasp at the sight of the man. 

“Oh, yeah. Talk about somebody who didn’t want to be found.” Misty widens her eyes, grabbing your whiskey and taking a sip of it without asking. You rub your best friends back, not knowing what else to do. 

“Here you go, ladies.” The bartender sets three glasses down on the table. “From the gentleman in the back. Three shots of and I quote, “the cheapest shit you got.” Says it’s your drink of choice.” He makes eye contact with Natalie who could care less. But Misty and you look over with delight to see a man approaching the three of you. 

He doesn’t take his eyes off Natalie, you awkwardly stand there. Knowing exactly who he is. Finally Natalie looks up after you nudge her a couple of times. 

“Hi.” Kevyn speaks. “Hi,” Natalie repeats. 

“Wow. It really is you…” He breathes out. “Hi!” Misty beams and he turns, just realizing that she’s there. “Hey, I’m-” 

“Kevyn. It’s Misty. Misty Quigley from third period Spanish.”

“Misty, right. Of course.” He cut her sentence short, obviously only wanting to speak with Natalie. He gives you a small wave and you let out a laugh. “Man, Natalie Scatorccio. I really wish I had a killer line right now. In fairness, I’ve only had, you know, twenty years to come up with one…” He babbles on. 

“It’s good to see you.” Natalie says. “Yeah, yeah, you too.” He then looks between the three of you. “Sorry, is this a bad time? I feel like you’re in the middle of something…” 

She gives him a tight smile. “Right. Got it. Well… I don’t know how long you’re in town for. But just in case, I’m gonna leave this. Somehow I don’t think you’re gonna use it, but if you maybe wanna maybe get a drink another twenty years from now, you’ll know how to reach me.” He takes out a business card from his wallet. And you observe the emotions that stew off from his face, the embarrassment and longing for Natalie. Setting the card down without saying anything else. Not even looking back. 

“Holy shit.” You laugh and Natalie hits your stomach. “Dang. If somebody had told me goth freak Kevyn Tan would grow up like that…” She trails off. “Didn’t you three used to be friends?” 

“Yeah.” The two of you say.

Natalie slams down her shot then turns her attention back to the license. Supposedly a John Garcia. “Are you sure this is him? Travis?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea, Nat…” You say and she shushes you as Misty nods. “Is this a cell or a landline?” 

She shrugs, not knowing. Natalie folds the sheet of paper. “Natalie, please. Don’t do something stupid.” You tell her as she stands up but completely ignores your words as she walks out. 

You peer over to Misty who pockets Kevyn’s business card, slipping it into her purse. You down your shot along with the rest of the whiskey. “I came here for her to leave.” You glare at the counter. “I left my hookup. For this.” You mutter. Misty looks over at you with curious eyes. “You had a hookup?”

1996

You had sent Lottie, Van and Lauri Lee to go see if they can find bags or anything else in the woods. Not far but see what fell from the plane during the crash. Giving them something to do. 

“Javi! Stop!” You hear Taissa shout as you are sitting with Nat and Akilah. You look where everyone else was to see Javi attempting to go into the opening of the plane. Towards the still smoking fuselage. Javi turns back, startled, almost losing his balance but resumes on what he’s doing. 

“Dad! DAD!” He screams and you shoot up, heading to the kid as Taissa tells Natalie to go find Travis. 

“Javi, that’s not safe bud. Please get out of there.” You follow after him, Taissa right behind you. “I have to find him.” He musters out, not even giving you the time of day. “I know, I know but he’s not in here. I promise.” You place a hand on his shoulder. “Well where would he be?” His voice cracks, breaking your heart. 

You frown, wishing you could give him the answers. “I don’t know, bud.” You mumble, Taissa stays silent, her eyes on the ground. “Why is nobody else worried about him?” Tears fall from his face and you glance back to Tai who seems panicked. Not knowing how to help. “We are, there’s a lot happening Javi.” You breathe out. 

“Here, let’s get out of this hot ass plane. I will go help you look for him. But once it starts getting dark- we have to come back here.” You grab his hand telling him and he looks up at you, hope filling his eyes. “Okay.” He nods. 

“Okay.” You smile, pulling him into a hug, he clings onto you tightly. 

“Let’s go bud, this smoke is starting to give me ptsd.” You nudge him and he lets out a small noise you assumed was supposed to be a laugh. Taissa snickers, letting the kid get out first then slinging her arm around your shoulder. “If you need me, or anyone else, just call my name.” You tell her, keeping up with the boy who was waiting patiently for you to hurry up. “Okay, will do.” 

You jog up to the boy and motion for him to lead the way. 

It was quiet between the two of you, every now and then the both of you will shout for Coach Martinez. You had a very grave feeling about what happened to him. You didn’t think you were going to find him alive but you kept searching with Javi. Not wanting to put that thought into his head. 

Unfortunately you guys haven’t even been out more than an hour when a blood curdling scream emits and your heart sinks. “Javi-” You grab onto him, the both of you running in the direction of the scream. 

“You see the girls begin to gather around one tree. “What happened!?” You yell, still holding onto Javi who is gripping onto your arm. “[Name]-” Shauna comes to your side when you finally look up to see Coach Martinez on a branch. You gasp, smacking a hand over your mouth. Javi distraught, slowly lets go of your arm but you pull him into your arms. Shauna on the other side of him. “Dad… Daddy.” He cries as your mouth hangs open in shock of the sight. 

“Holy macaroni, is that?” Misty and Natalie show up together. “He’s got to be dead, right?” Nat looks to the group, her face obviously filled with the same feeling as everyone else. Shauna throws her a what the fuck look, nodding to Javi and you. 

“Alright. Who has the best arm?” Jackie asks. “What?” Lottie steps in. 

“We could, you know, throw something at him and see if he moves.” She explains herself. “You want to throw rocks at Coach, who fell out of a plane?” Taissa repeats what she’s comprehending. You grimace at the idea. “I didn’t say rocks. Someone’s shoe, or whatever.” Jackie defends. 

“Oh, well, that’s a fuck-ton smarter. You’re on fire today, Jackie- no, wait, that was supposed to be me and [Name].” Van deadpans at the girl who holds herself. You sigh, rubbing Javi’s back up and down. “What?” Taissa looks between you, Van, and Jackie confused on what the redhead is talking about. 

“Guys, stop. We need a plan here.” Shauna jumps in, leaving you alone with Javi as she joins the group. “We could lower him with ropes?” Laura Lee offers. Everyone stares at her. As if saying “What ropes?” 

“Vines, then.” She continues. “For fuck-sake, Laura Lee, we’re not going to Tarzan him out of a tree.” Natalie snaps. “You got a better idea?” Jackie rebuttals. “Than shoes and vines? Sure. Let’s just cut the fucking thing down.” Natalie shrugs. You look down at Javi who should not be hearing this. 

It reminds you of your little siblings. He’s older but his vulnerability, his childness is similar. He’s so young and he was just in a plane crash and his dad is dead on a tree. God, you wonder how your siblings are right now. 

You wonder if your mom will tell them how your plane is missing or has crashed. How will she do so…?

How would they react? They’re so dependent on you. 

“Dad.” A voice speaks from behind everyone and you look to see Travis. He’s out of his fugue state. Screaming out for his dad. Bolting for the tree and beginning to climb. It’s almost inhuman how fast he’s shimmying up the trunk. The girls yell after him but it falls on deaf ears. 

He’s advancing toward the dense branches where his dad is. His body bent in a grotesque way. The boy creeps closer to him, onto thinner branches. He looks down and unfortunately the wood begins to quiver under his added weight. Javi calls out for Travis but still holding onto you. Hiding his face in your body every now and then. 

Misty gets the other girls to do their best tying blankets together to create a tarp to catch Coach or Travis. 

Travis inches closer but from down below all the girls heard was the branch starting to break. “Travis get back!” “Get back!” They yell after him, hurriedly he does so and not even seconds of him getting to safety the branch breaks. Thudding with the ground. 

You force Javi to look away by hugging him closer to you. He lets out a whimper. You also grab onto Van who was closest to you. You hadn’t even noticed her walk to you. She hides her face on your shoulder. “Shit.” She mutters. 

Everyone is silent, no one making a peep. Frozen in place, holding onto one another as they got their answer that their Coach is dead. The only adult they have is Coach Ben and he’s knocked out, missing a leg. 

You walk backwards with Javi still in your arms. Holding onto him and getting him away from this scene. Van was tripping after you, trying to peer her eyes away from the fallen branch that took Martinez with it. 

Javi’s body wracked with sobs and you try to comfort him the best you can. Letting him cling onto you, cry on your shoulder as you sit with him. Van stayed with you for you. Watching your facial expressions with the young boy. Your maternal instincts that went into action automatically without a second thought. 

Later in the day a few of the girls sat with you when they felt worked out. Asking you questions and you answering swiftly. They found comfort in you. The younger ones at least. The seniors see you as a friend. An equal but watching how you are with the freshman. With Javi, it’s making them a little envious. 

Javi falls asleep beside your body and you stare down at him sadly. His hair messily in his face. If he was your little brother- or sister, you would have moved it out of the way.

They begged you to play with their hair before they went to bed. Every night. Now it’s just mainly your sister who does so. Theo says he’s too old for that. 

The younger girls were also laying around you, falling asleep or talking amongst one another. You look to Van who’s still beside you. Picking at her nails. “He’s sleeping.” You whisper. 

“Want me to watch him for a bit?” She asks and the corner of your lips twitch upward. “I’d appreciate it. I’m just going to get my stuff. I think I’m going to stay near him.” You stand up from your spot, stretching out your body. Hearing all the pops and cracks. Accidentally rubbing your left arm against your side. Your nostrils flare a bit at the pain. 

You were also going to care for that burn you forgot about. You’ve been so distracted you didn’t even remember to put the cream on it. You also note to put more on Mari’s thigh. 

“Can you grab mine as well? I found my suitcase before… Coach.” She stammers and you nod your head. “You sure? You don’t have to stay, I’d understand wanting to be around your closer friends.” You motion to the other seniors. She shakes her head. “I’d say we’re closer than all those fuckers. Almost dying a second time together.” She reminds you and you snicker. “True.”

You make it to where everyone is, a little breathless. “Javi fell asleep. Van’s got her eye on him.” You announce. “Where’s Travis?” Natalie asks and you shrug. “I haven’t seen him. Want me to help you look?” You offer as you pick up your things along with Vans and her eyes fall to what you’re grabbing. Noticing it. 

She smiles a little bit without trying to make it obvious. “Nah, I got it.” 

“It’s going to be dark soon. Shouldn’t we maybe… make  a fire?” Akilah speaks up and Natalie lifts up a lighter, flicking it.

“We have the wood [Name] had us gather.” Mari comes up and you smile. “Let’s make a spot!” You clap your hands. 

“I do not want to touch any dead bodies, but we have to get them out of the plane so we have somewhere to sleep.” Jackie suddenly says as she shivers. “Fuck. I almost forgot- I mean, I still can’t believe they’re all…” She doesn’t say the word. Everyone takes in their grief. The enormity of what happened. 

“We can’t sleep in there. It’ll be way colder.” Misty looks at the charred husk of the fuselage. “Yeah, like that makes sense…” Jackie scoffs. “Misty’s right. It’s the law of thermodynamics.” Mari stands up for the blonde. 

“How about the Law of Getting Eaten by bears? Ever heard of that one?” Jackie sarcastically comments and you laugh. “The crash was pretty loud. I doubt there will be bears or any animal near here for a while.” You assure her and she glances at you for a second.

“If we take turns keeping the fire going, we should be alright.” Taissa chimes in offering another idea on the table. 

You notice Misty looking between Taissa and Mari, thankful. You also see Jackie throwing Shauna a look, feeling ganged up on. “It’s just for a night.” Shauna makes a face. “Whatever. You guys do what you fucking want.” Jackie storms off and you roll your eyes. 

Heading back to Van and placing the stuff down. “We’re going to be getting a fire started.” You inform her, she hums. Looking up at you. “I’m going to let him rest for a bit but then have him move once we have everything done.” You reach a hand out for her to take. 

“Mm, good idea. He’s out like a light.” She says, taking your hand and standing up. “I know I’ve been bringing it up a bit. But thank you for helping me. Staying with me when you could’ve ran with Jackie and Shauna.” She squeezes your hand and you wave it off. “I promised you I wasn’t going to leave you. Can’t break a promise.” You smile. 

The girls gather the dead bodies, putting them in an area and covering them with a banner for the Yellowjackets. You heard the sobs from your spot as you sat with Javi at the fire. Along with Jackie who sat a little bit away from you. You had set up a spot for all the girls. Even tried to do so for Travis but he insisted on being away from everyone even if it meant he was going to be cold. 

You have been aiding people with their injuries with your first aid kit. Even if it was small you were still checking in on anyone and everyone. You kept the kit right next to you.

Slowly the girls were coming back to the fire the later it got. Van plopped right next to you on your left side since Javi was on the right. She nudges you, accidentally hitting your burn. 

You let out a small yelp but immediately cover it up with a weird noise then a cough. The redhead gives you a look but you try to avoid her gaze, turning your head to see some snacks you found.

“Hey, you want these?” You murmur and she looks at the bag of corn nuts. 

“I mean, if you want to share. Sure.” She nods. It was relieving that she didn’t question you further. 

“I’m sure the plane has an emergency transmitter sending out a distress signal. They’ll be here to rescue us by morning.” Shauna attempts to give hope to everyone. 

“Still, maybe we should conserve some food. In case they don’t come until later in the day.” Jackie comments, looking at you and Van eating from the little bag. 

“So you wanna save the corn nuts?” She glares, defiantly popping another bite into her mouth and you stop chewing on the one you had. Feeling a bit awkward. Jackie looks at you, hopeful you’d understand what she meant.

“A singular bag isn’t hurting anyone. I don’t think you meant badly by what you said Jackie but let’s hope they find us in the morning.” You give her a sympathetic smile and she attempts to do it back but instead just frowns. 

Javi is back to leaning against you, staring at the fire as you had your arm wrapped around him. Your hand rubbing up and down his bicep. It was a quiet agreement between the both of you. You were now his comfort person. You were now the person he was going to run to when he’s upset or scared. 

And you didn’t mind it. 

“You okay, Laura Lee?” Taissa speaks up, earning the attention from everyone. “This is all my fault. I did something really bad.” Her eyes shine with guilt and sadness. “I kept screwing up at my piano lesson last week. And Mrs. Brophy kept yelling at me. Sharp. No, F sharp. F sharp!” She mimics her piano teacher. “She kept saying I needed to practice more, but I did practice. I swear. And I just… I called her a bad word. Just in my head, but God heard me. And how we’re being punished!” She breathes out,

Everyone exchanges a look. “What did you call her?” Taissa asks. 

“Cunt.” Laura Lee shamefully whispers. 

And the absurdity of it all makes everyone erupt into laughter. Even Javi. The release of Laura Lee’s shameful action leads to others. “I steal shitty clothes from the TJ Maxx near my house.” Lottie blurts out and this time eyes were on her. “Then I return them and get store credit I never use. I have thousands of dollars in TJ bucks.” She admits and more laughter carries on. 

“I used to sneak down after everybody had gone to bed and watch the Color Of Night so I could pause it on Bruce Willis’s wang. I mean, Jeff’s not bad, but damn.” Jackie says to the group. “That is definitely why we crashed.” Taissa jokes. And since everyone is having too much twisted fun, no one saw Misty heat an axe in the fire before walking away. 

“I started that rumor about Becky Colgate getting her dog to eat her out with peanut butter ‘cause she got a better grade than me in Trig.” Mari says and you gasp while also laughing with everyone else. 

“What about you, Shipman? Any secrets big enough to crash a goddamn plane?” The attention goes to the brown-eyed girl. “Remember when Randy took us to that party in Holmdel?” 

“Where that trashy girl was a bitch to you about drinking her Zima?” Jackie raises a brow. 

“Yeah… I found her bedroom later and peed on her pillow.” She tells and everyone loves it, laughing in delight but it’s quickly cut short but an agonized scream.

Everyone shoots up, running over as Coach Scott passes out from the pain. Misty had cauterized his leg. “It was the only way to stop the bleeding for good.” Misty says, remorseless.

2021

“Can you please just come with me?” Natalie breathes, carrying a duffel bag and you cross your arms in front of her. “I mean I’m here aren’t I?” You roll your eyes and she smiles.

“Like back in the day.” She comments and you scoff. “Yeah, ride or die but this is… something.” You bite your tongue from what you really want to say. 

“You left me at the bar with Misty last night.” You add and she laughs. “I had a hookup before going to that bar, you know. And I cut it short for your ass. And you left me!” You complain and she just ignores you, walking to her Porsche with you behind her.

You had driven over because she offered you coffee. So far no coffee and you don’t even think there’s a plan to get any. Another disappointment you had to live with. 

She throws her bag into the trunk as you get into the passenger seat of the car. Natalie hops in, sticking the key in and turning it. Nothing happens. You give your best friend a look as she tries it again but it still won’t start. 

A car honks beside you and the both of you look up to see Misty pulling up in her periwinkle blue Fiat. 

“Everything, okay?” It was muffled since Natalie’s window was up. Natalie looks over at you, both of you sharing a look before she rolls the window down. “I was getting coffee and saw you both.” Holding up a cup of coffee and pointing over her shoulder to the coffee place next to the motel. You look at it with raging jealousy. 

“Engine trouble?” Misty asks. 

“Looks like it.” Natalie answers. “You going someplace? I’m actually off today. Tomorrow, too. Just saying.” She gives unwarranted information. “Where you two going?” 

“We were actually thinking of taking a little trip up north.” Natalie tells. “To see Travis? Aw, but your car! Well, I had some errands to run, but I can take you if you want. We can make it a road trip!” She offers. “I actually have my car we could use…” You say and the two look over at your beat up car that’s over 20 years old. A car you refuse to get rid of due to how attached you were. “Juno runs pretty good for her age.”

Natalie looks back to Misty. “We’ll take your car, but I’m driving.” She points and you huff in annoyance. 

You get out of the Porsche and Natalie grabs her duffel bag as you climb into the Fiat’s back seat. Natalie and Misty walk by each other so Natalie can drive. Misty pulls out two more coffees and offers it to the both of you after getting into the car. 

“Why’d you buy three?” Natalie questions. 

“Oh, I usually always buy things in twos. So that way I always have enough to share but today just felt like I should buy three. And man, my feeling was right!” She beams, you could care less about her dumb excuse, taking the coffee that you’ve been desperate all morning for. 

Natalie starts the engine and pulls out, Misty continues to talk about things she buys two of.

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[toadminako]

In the wake of the follow-up Davechella Q&A, I've assembled my interpretations of the modern AU characters - I tried to keep it mostly in-line with what's in the text, but a few headcanons have slipped in. Feel free to disagree!

15. Gibson: The most sullen gay you’ve ever met who listens to the most miserable songs you’ve ever heard. Deeply cares about his boyfriend Hickey and supports him getting therapy. Always goes to DJ DollEyes gigs even though he claims he doesn’t vibe with that kind of music – in fact he’s secretly counting down the days until the new Lady Gaga album.

14. Hartnell: Just a cool guy having a chill day. A major simp for his hot blonde girlfriend. Likes a Sunday morning lie-in.

13. Collins: A sensitive man who suffers from thalassophobia and thanatophobia, but tries to cope with his anxieties by being a terminal Wife Guy. Enjoys a bit of metal.

12. Hodgson: Loves a diva and singing in French. An obsessive James Bond fan who will bore you with factoids if given the chance. May have just gone through a messy breakup, or maybe that’s just Christos’ ultra-sad playlist talking.

11. Bridgens: A sweet, old-fashioned fellow who just wants to be left alone to enjoy gardening in privacy with his problematically young husband.

10. Tozer: A newly minted bisexual with a huge collection of threadbare hoodies who will provide the Spotify Premium account and happily drive for hours to fuck you if you ask him nicely. Sometimes dabbles in a messy BDSM relationship with Undiagnosed Hickey, but he knows it isn’t good for either of them.

9. Irving: Somehow manages to be even more of a repressed homosexual than his OG counterpart. Still a practicing Christian to some degree while having a lot of concerns over the role the church plays in modern politics. Collects blurays of sentimental queer movies but rarely gets laid. May have an unrequited (?) crush on Hickey or Tozer which he spends a lot of his private time “unloading” about 😏.

8. Blanky: By far the coolest of your friends’ dads. Spent his youth smoking weed and vibing to Santana, but nowadays he just wants to grill. He fucks for sure, and he fucks great, but doesn’t always have the energy (or the pills) and is just as happy to throw on a prog rock vinyl with you.

7. Jopson: The bestest and most specialist DJ, beloved by all, who only very occasionally gets introspective about his mummy issues. Curated Jamie’s hospital playlist.

6. Little: Spent some years serving in the armed forces but it’s left him with a lot of misgivings over modern imperialism and what it does to the young people who join up. Now he’s stuck in a middle management job with a boss he hates. Suffers from depression and anxiety which he raw-dogs by listening to Green Day.

5. Goodsir: A well-meaning guy who loves world music. Probably has an insufferable instagram account where he posts photos of his travels with the hashtag #blessed. Still in some manner of close relationship with Silna.

4. Hickey: Without treatment he was really struggling with a confused sense of identity and feeling generally disconnected from the world and other people. Post-treatment he still has a lot of anger but is slowly working through some major daddy issues he didn't even realise he had. His relationship with Gibson is much more stable now that he’s medicated, and he keeps sending his boyfriend achingly romantic mixtapes, which Gibson fucking hates.

3. Fitzjames: A beautiful man who became a beautiful woman and didn’t hurt anyone in the process, only gathering love around her 😭. She may have also been in the armed forces in the past, which left her with some trauma, but she has a great deal of love for the people she served with. A dog person who loves going to the opera.

2. Crozier: A miserable old grouch but one who isn’t actually doing that badly all things considered. He’s now at an age where goodbyes take up a lot of his life, but ever since he made a veiled confession by putting “Your Song” on Jamie’s hospital playlist, they’ve been steadily growing closer.

1. Silna: Living her best life, enjoying both modern music and exploring her cultural roots. Still carries some anger over how women and indigenous women especially are being treated today, but she has a close, supportive family of strong women who lift her up. Has a romantic partner whose gender is left ambiguous.

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🌟Moon-Moon Synastry Aspects: How Positive or Negative Dynamics Depend on Individual Charts 💖

Note: These are all based on my personal observations and patterns I’ve noticed over the years. Western astrology based. Let me know in the comments if any of this hits home for you! And feel free to leave what doesn’t resonate.

Side note: When checking synastry, it’s super important to look at the natal position of the planets in both charts. It gives way more context to how the aspect will actually play out.

If both planets are in benefic houses - 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 7th, 9th, or 11th, the connection usually feels smooth, natural, and has long-term potential. You’re likely to feel seen, safe, and supported emotionally.

If both planets are in malefic houses - 6th, 8th, or 12th, it’s more intense. This can bring up wounds, shadow work, or even karmic themes, but there’s also potential for healing and a deep emotional bond if both are willing to grow through it.

Now if one planet is in a benefic house and the other in a malefic house, that’s where things can feel off. Even soft aspects like conjunctions, trines or sextiles might feel flat, a little boring, or emotionally meh... It can amplify tension in harsh aspects too. There’s still something there, but it might take more effort to really feel in sync.

Moon Opposition Moon

This aspect is often seen as a challenge for compatibility, mainly because it is thought to create a lack of emotional understanding between two people. However, I disagree, as the true dynamic depends on other aspects and house overlays.

In romance, one thinks of a song, and the other sings it. Watching a movie, one is about to comment, and the other says it first. It is all about mirroring each other’s vibes. It is like sharing a brain with two different moods. When they are near, your skin feels electric.

Now, if one’s Moon is in the 6th, 8th, or 12th house, aspecting the other’s 1st, 4th, 7th, or 10th house, it can indeed lead to emotional disconnect and misunderstanding. But, if both Moons fall in, say, the 6th, 8th, or 12th houses, that can create a more profound, even unconditional love and understanding.

For ex, my cousin has her Moon is in the 8th house, opposite her mother’s 4th house Moon. They always had issues, with frequent arguments and periods of no contact. But interestingly, her partner’s Moon is also in opposition. Her 8th house Aries Moon opposes her partner’s 12th house Libra Moon. Despite the challenges, they mirror each other perfectly and get along really well. However, when it comes to her mom, she tends to make excuses to avoid interaction altogether. It is all about how the Moons interact within the individual charts and the dynamics they create.

Moon Conjunct Moon

This aspect creates a deep, effortless emotional connection between two people. You both just get each other, like you’re on the same emotional wavelength. It’s perfect for friendships, parents and siblings because it makes understanding each other’s feelings so easy. You know what the other person is thinking without having to say a word.

When it comes to partners, it feels more like you’re best friends than lovers. It can feel a bit like living with a roommate rather than being a passionate couple. The bond is strong, but it’s often more about companionship than fiery romance. You’ll share a lot of quiet, comfortable moments together.

If both Moons are in the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 7th, 9th, 10th or 11th houses, this conjunction can be super fruitful, bringing out the best in both of you. But if one Moon is in the 10th house conjuncting the other in the 6th, expect more of a parent-child dynamic to develop at some point. One person may end up being the “second parent,” helping with things like career, finances, and overall life guidance, almost like an enabler.

However, if both Moons are in the 6th, 8th, or 12th houses, this connection can get very emotional and deeply tied. It’s a bond that goes beyond surface level, with both of you emotionally invested and connected in a way that feels almost unbreakable. It can also be incredibly nurturing and would take care of each other's emotional needs.

Moon Square Moon

When Moon squares Moon, it’s like trying to sync two completely different playlists. These two likely grew up with very different emotional worlds, and that can lead to tension, especially around family matters or even with their mother-in-law if they’re married. They might unintentionally overstep boundaries but it's never out of spite, they just care deeply. The issue is that the way they show affection or emotions doesn’t always line up, and that can cause some awkwardness. One might feel the other’s way of expressing emotions is too much, or not enough.

But when the vibe is good, it’s great as they can be playful and light-hearted, almost like two kids in their own world. However, when things go south, it can feel intense. Both are pretty sensitive to each other’s moods, so a small disagreement can quickly blow up, but then it also fizzles out just as fast. They may end up in some funny or uncomfortable situations, but those are the moments they’ll laugh about later. If they stick around long enough, they’ll be super attached to each other, even if they drive each other insane. This kind of bond pushes them to grow emotionally and act in ways they normally wouldn’t.

This aspect requires both to work hard at understanding each other. For instance, if one has a Capricorn Moon and the other an Aries Moon, their differences will really show. Capricorn might find Aries' spontaneity too much to handle and there’s an undeniable hatred or resentment there. On the other hand, if one person has a Sagittarius Moon and the other has a Pisces Moon, the emotional connection might flow more naturally with lots of potential for lasting affection.

This dynamic works best if both Moons land in the 6th, 8th or 12th houses OR in 1-5,7,9-11 houses. If one Moon is in 8th Leo and other's Moon is in Scorpio 11th, things can get pretty heated fast and might build resentment or hold grudges overtime. If one's Moon is in 7th squaring other's moon in 10th, both parties would work with their differences and will feel truly seen by the other.

Moon Trine/Sextile Moon

Moon trine or sextile Moon is basically having that perfect vibe where you just get each other. It’s like when you don’t even have to say much, and the other person already knows what’s up. You both react to things in similar ways, so it feels super natural and easy to connect emotionally. There’s no big effort required to understand each other, it just clicks.

When things get tough, you’ve got each other’s back. It’s like one of you doesn’t even have to ask for support, the other just knows how to step in and help. Whether it’s a bad day or just needing to vent, there’s always someone there who knows exactly what you need.

No drama here, really. If you argue, it’s over quickly because you both understand where the other is coming from. No need for long talks or awkward silences. It’s just chill.

Let's say, one's Cancer Moon is trining other's Pisces Moon. In long-term relationships, this is the kind of connection where it feels like home. You feel emotionally secure, and talking about your feelings comes easy and no judgment, just support. It’s the type of vibe that makes everything smoother and more comfortable. Also, water Moons trining the Earth Sun of the other can be harmonious too and vice versa.

Both sextiles and trines are the kind of energy that works for friendships too, not just romance. It’s about having that emotional flow, whether it's your family, friends, or partners. If you vibe emotionally, life’s a lot more relaxed.

So, that’s all for today, go away now! ✌️😎🌙

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Let’s decode your cosmic chaos together ⭐

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Azul: Idia, do you find MC to be somewhat mysterious?

Idia: H-Huh? Wh-Why do you ask?

Azul: *sigh* Well, he can be quite honest, that's for sure. Though I wonder how he could be so skillful in almost everything.

Azul: Teachers sing praises to him. My, even Riddle feels a bit jealous sometimes.

Idia: That's just you being competitive.

Azul: I beg to disagree. It's merely a curiosity of mine. So, do you happen to know anything about him?

Idia: No. We're not that close. And stop trying to get information from me.

Azul: I see. How unfortunate.

Azul: Jade, how is our target?

Jade: Completely clueless.

Floyd: What are we doing~? This is getting booooriiiing~.

Azul: Quiet, Floyd. I'm trying to gather intel on him.

Octavinelle student: *chatting with MC*

Octavinelle student: How's your relationship with other Savanaclaw students?

F!MC: They're all good to me.

Octavinelle student: Wow... And they like to put hairpins on your hair?

F!MC: Yes. Housewarden Leona gave one to me first. Then the others went along. Some of them said that the hairpins were bought by their girlfriends.

Octavinelle student: Oof. Anyway, do you have weaknesses? You know, in case of emergency?

F!MC: ...

F!MC: Do you accept a fake answer?

Octavinelle student: Huh?

F!MC: I'm aware that I'm being spied on.

Octavinelle student: ...

Azul, Jade, and Floyd: ...

Azul: *clicks his tongue*

Jade: My, that's quite impressive.

Floyd: Hehe~ Damselfish~.

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Another poppy playtime y/n idea.

I rewatched raggedy Anne and andy: a musical adventure movie and thinking of a toy y/n who is either raggedy ann or Andy. (Also like to think raggedy ann or Andy y/n look like the animated versions cause I love how they are animated.) like I know it sounds crazy but stick with me here.

MEGA YAP SESSION AHEAD! (ALSO EVERYONE IN THIS IDEA IS PLATONIC ONLY)

For the raggedy Anne (who is gn y/n but can be male y/n if request maybe). They are like ann as they are sweet and try to help any other toys who need help and mostly helps in the safe haven with doey and the others. Sometimes y/n wants to go out to try and find more toys in need of help in the factory but doey and the other smiling critters (before they where got by catnap) said it wasn't safe for y/n to go out their especially how much more dangerous it is now with the prototype being able to wander around and the doctor but y/n tries to convince them but it never gets through to them again all. I do imagine they do have the ability to sing and sometimes do it to cheer up some of the toys (like in the movie and i love when raggedy ann sings) but hasn't done it in a while as after they lost their brother, they feel guilty for letting Andy go other and Doey says he'll come back but y/n is worried but tries not to get them down but tries to use it as a motivator to help toys as in y/n is able to work twice as hard as Andy then Andy will be able to come back to the safe haven soon. Y/n wants to go out to find him as he said he would come back with food for the haven but hasn't come back, the one time y/n did go out, they got attacked by a hungry and crazy nightmare critter but doey luckily got y/n out of there but y/n was badly hurt with a few of their seams and clothes ripped from the attack. (I do imagine they are the size of poppy or as tall as the actual doll or maybe the same size as the main smiling critters in their small forms) the other toys like raggedy ann y/n because they help hurt toys to the safe haven even if doey does get worried for their safety and especially when they go out with another toy to get supplies such as once with hoppy hopscotch (a separate time from the tapes in game) and their brother Andy went with them but was able to get back supplies and Andy going ahead to scoped out the scenes to make sure it's clear as y/n makes sure everything the three got from the supply scavenge is good and secure and hoppy carries the supplies. I do imagine before raggedy ann y/n and andy worked in playcare as they are kinda small but mostly think they would help with keeping kids entertained and y/n would help kids who would where shy and new to playcare and Andy would be the same but would introduce others to the new kids and other jobs like helping kids get along the best they could and sometimes helping the smiling critters with activities around playcare and counts for miss delight sometimes but they never really go into schoolhouse. Doey cares a lot about y/n and so the other toys and sometimes doey catches y/n waiting at the main entrance or second entrance as they wait for Andy to knock on the door and come back but there never is.

My raggedy Andy y/n is kinda the same (this one is male reader but can be gn reader depending) raggedy Andy y/n is kinda a stubborn and a bit hot headed but does have care for other toys in the safe haven and the orphans. He also does sing as it always seems to cheer Ann up when he does it and it does work on the toy so he tries to do it sometime as often as he could. Y/n does get in arguments with doey sometimes (mostly Kevin) about how he wants to go out there and get more food and supplies for the haven but doey tries to shut the idea down but y/n tries to reason that he'll be fine and Ann is here to keep everyone okay and it's better to bring what every he can to hopefully help the sick or injured toys and Doey reluctantly agreed a few times but mostly doey disagrees and he doesn't want y/n to be hurt or even worse taken by the prototype. Of course raggedy Andy y/n apologizes to doey as y/n knows what it's like having to protect someone as when the hour of joy started is when y/n tried to protect Ann with all his strength even if it would kill him. Raggedy Andy y/n is also starving himself as he does deny himself any food what so ever as he always tried to keep Ann fed and would eat after her but now with her gone after a supply run went south, he keeps the small paper daisy that Ann gave him (I'm keeping that because I find it cute) and he hopes to find Ann, but after the last of the smiling critters went missing, I do imagine y/n wants to go out there and find Ann as he is worried more and more about her as the prototype is out there with the doctor and now catnap has gone insane for what he hears as well as mommy long legs and miss delight as he hopes from the deepest parts of his heart that Ann is okay and maybe found dog day or even the kissy missy and is safe with them. All he can do is wait but Ann wouldn't want y/n to not take care of the other toys so he tries his best to make sure everyone is okay as it keeps his mind occupied from being worried and for being reminded on how hungry he is. But he needs to take care of the other toys in the haven, even doey as no toy will be hurt again on y/n's watch. He'll try his darndest to keep everyone safe.

(Anyways that's it for this yap session. If you guys like this idea please don't feel shy and request any ideas for this or any other ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

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know that you're not alone II Leah Williamson x Reader

Masterlist I word count: 2279

“You know, you can always tell me what’s going on in your mind…“ Leahs words made you look up in surprise. You hadn’t even noticed that you were lost in your own thoughts. With a sigh, you sat up a bit straighter on your team mates couch; “It’s just…“

“It’s what?“, Leah prompted you to continue. She was sitting on the opposite side of her living room on a piano stool. You also didn’t notice that she had stopped practicing.

“I’m not where I thought I would be with 26… and it seems like everyone else has got it all figured out with with marriage and kids…“, you explained truthfully. Leah smiled empathetically at you; “Trust me, no one’s got it all figured out yet.“

“Well, you do.“, you shrugged in response, taking in her perfectly tied pony tail. “I do? I have nothing figured out.“, the defender laughed. You pointed at the piano; “Your career is flying and I don’t know how you manage all the things you do at the moment.“

She was currently learning to play the piano for a performance with the BBC Concert Orchestra and you couldn’t help but be impressed by her eagerness. “I don’t have it either. I don’t manage all these things by myself.“, Leah replied, shaking her head.

A moment of silence passed between you two. “I’m so sick of it, Lee.“, you complained. “Okay, wait.“, Leah started, turning back to her piano but you interrupted her; “No, why don’t those things matter too? That we play for a great club? Have amazing friendships?“ “It does matter. We might not get measured by that but it does.“, Leah replied, before you could continue your rant.

As she played the first notes on her piano, you looked at her in confusion; “What are you doing?“ Your team mate remained silent and carried on playing. You recognized the song quickly and groaned; “Oh no. Not Cat Burns.“

“Hey, don’t complain about her music. She’s great.“, Leah scolded you with a laugh. “You’re obsessed with her.“, you rolled your eyes, amused. The defender gave you a death stare with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth; “Shut up and listen to this song.“

Thankfully, instead of singing the song for you, she turned it on and continued playing along. “Okay, fine.“, you gave in and had to admit that the lyrics of the song really resonated with you.

Still, you had to make a comment about the song text; “Wait, why is she singing about the troubles of being 26 when she’s just 23?“ Leah rolled her eyes at you; “It doesn’t matter what age. The twenties are always confusing and I have a feeling the thirties won’t be any better.“

“Kim and Jen seem pretty comfortable.”, you disagreed winking. The blonde gave you an amused look:” Yeah but I can tell you, they still don’t have a clue what they’re doing?” “Yes, I guess you’re right with that.”, you admitted chuckling.  

The softness in the defender’s features disappeared again and the usual stern expression returned when she demanded:” I am. Now listen to the rest of this song.”

With closed eyes you let the lyrics comfort you like a warm hug from a friend, by the end of the song you had to swallow hard: “Okay, I might still not like her music that much but the song hits right there it should be.” “You just have no taste.”, Leah shrugged.

As usual you couldn’t help but to tease your teammate a little bit: “Rude coming from someone who’s music taste is stuck in the 70s.” “Not my fault that they don’t make music like that anymore.”, the blonde responded with a dramatic sigh.

That didn’t stop you from adding:” But you’re not from the seventies, you’re a nineties girl.” “And? I can still appreciate that music.”, Leah replied unimpressed.

To appease her you took the place next to her, already placing your fingers on the keyboard:” Let’s play another song together.” “Which one?”, she curiously turned her head to face you directly.

Sheepishly you grinned at her starting to play the opening of North London forever:” What about this one?” “My favourite one.”, she answered laughing. You loved making your normally serious friend break out of her shell and hear her laughter fill the room.

Later that day Leah offered you to stay overnight, as usual you were sleeping in the same bed side by side but when you woke up the next morning you couldn’t believe your eyes. “Lee stop stealing my sweaters.”, you scolded her not quite as serious as you liked it to be.

In a sassy tone the defender remarked: Too late.”  “Also, it’s winter break you don’t even need to go to the gym.”, you told your teammate.

Stubbornly she packed the final things into her sports bag: ”And? I still have to get up at some point.” “But your bed is so cozy.”, you countered, wearing an innocent smile on your lips.

For a moment Leah paused in her movements: “You can stay in my bed if you want.”  “Thanks. When are we supposed to meet the girls again? So, I know when I have to get ready?”, you asked her as you were closing your eyes.  Promptly the defender reassured you before heading out of her home: “You have a few more hours.”

With a sigh, you snuggled back into the warm blankets, snoozing for a bit longer. Leah, on the other hand, was trying to focus on her exercises in the gym instead of Keiras video call. “Lee, you have to tell her how you really feel about her…“, Barcelonas midfielder was telling her.

“It’s not that easy, Kei.“, Leah replied between two sets of lunges. Keira sighed; “Why not? I think it’s pretty simple. Honestly, didn’t your self-help books teach you anything about that?“ “Actually, no. They don’t tell me how to tell my team mate that I might have a crush on her.“, the defender rolled her eyes.

“You’re lucky that football is my love language and I only have experience from dating other players, so here’s my advice. Are you listening?“ Instead of Leah, Keiras girlfriend Laura replied to her question; “Yeah, I’m listening.“ “She wasn’t talking to you!“, Leah laughed.

Laura grinned into the camera at the Arsenal player; “I know but I’m still curious.“ “You two need to shut up to hear my advice though.“, Keira reminded the two. Leah took her phone to see her friend better and patiently sat down on her mat; “Enlighten us.“ “Stop being afraid and go for it.“, Keira advised her.

The defender frowned; “Just a short question about that statement.“ “Sure, go on.“ “How many girls did you ask out again? And how many times were you asked?“ Keiras cheeks immediately turned red while Laura hysterically laughed in the background.

The Barcelona player grimaced and admitted; “They always ask me.“ “And now tell me why I should listen to you again?“, Leah asked with a smug smile. “Because I’m your best mate and I want you and her to be happy.“, Keira replied, making big innocent eyes at her friend.

Leah let a few seconds pass before she shrugged; “We’ll see.“ “Can’t wait to see you guys later.“, Keira smiled happily. “Me neither.“, Leah answered before resuming her strengthening and mobility exercises.

When Leah came back from the gym, you were wide awake, having showered and dressed yourself. When your guests showed up in the evening, Leah and you were just in the process of preparing dinner.

You left your team mate alone with the pizza dough and opened the door; “Kei and Lau, hi. You’re lucky we already prepared everything to do the pizzas!“ “And we’re starving!“, Leah yelled from the kitchen. “Same here.“, Keira laughed back and you stepped aside to let the couple into Leahs kitchen.

The Arsenal defender couldn’t help but to smirk at her comment: “I knew you would say that.” “Stop only talking and let’s start doing the pizzas.”, you reminded them why you four were in the kitchen. The mentioning of food made Lauras stomach growl:” Please.”

“Did Lee already told you?”, curiously the Barcelona midfielder turned to you. In confusion you lifted your eyebrows:” What do you mean with she told me.” “Keira shut up.”, Leah demanded while hitting her playfully on her arm.

With a soft chuckle Keira lifted her spoon so the Arsenal defender could see it: “Be careful I’m having the tomato sauce in my hands!” “I don’t care.”, the blonde replied cheerful. Clearing your throat, you intervened: “But I care about the pizzas.”  

“We have enough sauce, don’t worry.”, Leah reassured you. You could feel your muscles relaxing as she softly touched your shoulder. Optimistic the Roma player added:” Yes, they will turn out great.” “Ours yes.”, Leah grinned cheekily putting her free arm around your waist just as to underline who she meant with ours.

Eyerolling Keira countered: “Excuse me I have a Roma player in my team.” “Yeah, but she’s Austrian. Laura doesn’t know how to make a pizza.”, the defender interjected feisty.

Not too impressed by the blonde’s teasing Laura asked her interested:” So it’s a competition of who will make the better pizzas.” “Yes.”, you nodded.  Your teammate confirmed: “It’s now.” “The game is on.”, Keira answered, while throwing flower into your direction.

Surprised you looked down at your clothes who were covered in white now:“Keira what the hell?”  “Barca isn’t good for her. She would have never done that a few years ago.”, Leah sighed out loud. Laughing you continued:” Yeah, she’s getting too confident now.”

After you four put the pizzas into the oven you told them:” I’ll go to the bathroom now and get myself cleaned.”

While you were away the Barcelona midfielder whispered into her close friend’s ear:” Go after her Leah.” “To the bathroom?!”, the defender exclaimed. Winking Keira cheered on her: “Uhm you’re usually in the locker room with her, so there’s nothing you have not seen yet.”  

“There’s a difference between a locker and a bathroom, Keira.”, Leah shook her head. “Don’t be a coward, Leah.” “I’m not.”, she pouted.

A few minutes later you nearly walked into your teammate as you opened the door from the bathroom: Oh sorry, Lee.” “Oh, don’t worry.”, the blonde waved it off. You could sense that something was off with her, so you wanted to know:” Are you okay?” “Uh sure.”, Leah licked nervously her lips.

“You looked like you were about to say something…“, you prompted your team mate to speak. “I… uhm…“ Leah was never lost for words, you knew that.

You cocked your head, watching her closely, before trying to encourage her; “Remember the ‚You know you can always tell me what’s going on in your mind‘? That counts for you too.“

Finally, Leah sighed in defeat; “Are you sure you want to hear it?“ “Yes.“, you nodded determinedly. Another few seconds passed. “I like you.. not just like team mates or friends. You get me like no one else does.“, Leah revealed.

For a moment your breath stopped; “You mean…“ “Yes. But you don’t have to say anything right now. We can just continue the evening like nothing ever happened.“, Leah explained.

She was about to turn away from you and go back into the kitchen but you held her back; “No, I don’t want to forget it.“

With hopeful eyes, Leah looked back at you as you started to quietly sing live more & love more by Cat Burns under your breath; “'Cause if there's something you wanna do, just do it. Don’t let your head stop your heart from moving.If there's someone you wanna talk to, talk to ‘em. Who knows who we'd be if we just live more and love more.“

Biting her lip, the defender listened attentively. When you stopped, she lifted her eyebrow; “I thought you didn’t like her music!“

“Oh, I think our pizza is ready.“, you changed the topic, innocently blinking. Leah suppressed a laugh while you went back to the kitchen, where Keira and Laura had placed the pizzas on the table.

“Ours looks prettier“, Keira declared pointing at big smiley face on their pizza. “No, it doesn’t!“, Leah protested. “Yeah, it does!“ “Children!“, Laura interrupted them with a laugh. You sat down, taking a slice of your and Leahs pizza and happily biting into it; “As long as it tastes good. That’s how you actually recognize a good pizza.“

“Yours definitely looks like it was made with love.“, Laura commented, winking at the two of you. “Laura!“, Leah exclaimed but her face had turned a slightly pinkish colour. The Roma player shrugged; “Just saying.“

“You’re right though, Laura.“, you smiled and reached over the table for Leahs hand. Laura returned the smile; “I know.“ Leah shook her head about the girls on her kitchen table; “I hate you all.“

“No, you don’t.“, Keira countered. “Sadly. But I could need a kiss right now for all the bravery it took to say those things.“, Leah explained, looking at you with a slight pout. You raised your eyebrow, laughing; “From a team mate and friend?“

“Coming!“, Keira answered and stood up from her chair. “I didn’t mean you, Kei!“, Leah grimaced before leaning towards you and kissing you for the first time.

You were so caught up in the kiss that you didn’t even register Keira saying; “Rude. Do you have it on film, Laura.“ “Yes, I got it.“ When you two pulled apart, you saw the other couple happily looking down to the photos on Lauras camera.