#i dont know about queue boys

[daily-hanamura]

[kellystar321]

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[thekidsare-not-alright]

I know it's wrong and doesn't make any damn sense but I um. I call fame < infamy "fame equals infamy" aloud. sorry ik it makes NO sense im sorrY

I've been trying to change it to something else but the other options haven't stuck quite yet. I do say "fame infamy" too

[mayspicer]

Girl help I really need to do the test tasks for a new job or else my life is gonna get very bad real soon, but all I want to do is draw ttrpg characters.

[harrysfolklore]

I DESPERATELY NEED THEM PIASTRI FICS 💳💳💥

FIRST OSCAR FIC 🥺 i know this concept has been done before but i loved how this one turned out and i hope you do too ! lmk your thoughts

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram GUTS has been out for a week !! what’s yalls favorite song? 🤧

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ynfan1 DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE

mtv definitely get him back!

ynfan2 choosing a favorite guts song is like choosing a favorite child

dualipa STUNNING ANGEL 🤩

oscarfan1 can oscar reply to this i want to know his favorite song

↳ oscarfan2 wbk he has this album on repeat

chappelroan lacy oh lacy 😩

oscarpiastri Love is embarrassing or logical

↳ oscarfan1 THERE YOU HAVE IT

↳ oscarfan2 whatever you do don’t picture oscar singing love is embarrassing like a teenage girl

↳ ynfan1 crying bc i bet yn has no idea of who he is

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oscarpiastri F1 race winner has a nice ring to it 🧡

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oscarfan1 FINALLYYY MY WINNER

landonorris Congrats mate ! Deserve it 👊

↳ oscarfan2 LOMLS

mclaren YES, YES IT DOES! 👏 So good today, Oscar. 🧡

longansargeant So proud of you mate 🙌

oscarfan3 do you think his crush will acknowledge his existence now that he’s a winner?

↳ oscarfan1 wait who’s his crush im out of the loop

↳ oscarfan3 singer and actress yn lol

↳ ynfan1 i love this lore so much

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yourinstagram tickets for the GUTS tour are on sale now who’s cominggggg🥶

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ynfan1 LETS GOOO

chappelroan i can’t wait for thissss💜

ynfan2 tour of the decade already

mtv pop princess is coming

oscarfan1 do you think oscar woke up for the fan pre sale and got into the queue and all

↳ oscarfan2 you BET

oscarpiastri Count me in ♥︎ by author

↳ oscarfan1 HEEEEELP

↳ ynfan1 yn liked his comment 😭

↳ oscarfan2 somebody check on oscar please

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oscarpiastri Days off 🌊

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oscarfan1 this is the hottest man alive

mclaren 🙌

oscarfan2 not him posting this right after yn followed him 😭 we know what you’re doing sir

ynfan1 yn likeddd

↳ ynfan2 i love how both fandoms are rooting for them now

landonorris Looks dope 👊

yourinstagram niiiiceeee 😃

↳ ynfan1 HELLO????

↳ oscarfan1 now he’s for real going to pass out

↳ oscarfan2 i bet he’s staring at his phone wondering if this is real or if she was hacked

↳ ynfan2 i know this woman SHES FLIRTING

↳ ynfan3 come on girl give him a chance

four months later

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f1gossip Oscar Piastri with singer and actress YN in Los Angeles today 👀

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oscarfan1 OMFG

oscarfan2 no way…

ynfan1 YALL, HE GOT IT

oscarfan3 i cannot believe my eyes, oscar has been simping over her on the internet since 2020 and how we have THIS

ynfan2 i really need to know how did this happen

oscarfan4 okay but THEIR SMILES !!!!

ynfan3 finally a guy who’s not a loser and/or an old ass

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yourinstagram pastry boy clearly didn’t wait until i finished sneezing to take this picture 🤧

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ynfan1 IS SHE TALKING ABOUT OSCAR??

oscarfan1 PASTRY BOY AS IN OSCAR PIASTRI ?

conangray love me a soft launch 🧐

↳ ynfan1 OMFGGGGGG

ynfan2 i can’t believe she’s potentially dating someone her age and with a job FINALLY

oscarfan2 oscar is proof that persistence is key and manifestation works

landonorris Typical pastry fashion

↳ yourinstagram idk how you deal with him all the time

↳ oscarfan1 ALSJAO THIS IS TOO MUCH

↳ oscarfan2 i need her to befriend the entire grid ASAP

oscarpiastri But it made it to your Instagram, so you’re welcome

↳ yourinstagram well thank you you’re very humble

↳ oscarpiastri Anytime 🤍

↳ oscarfan1 I’VE DIED DEAD

↳ ynfan1 stop flirting in front of us HELLO?

after the date

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yourinstagram the GUTS tour takes tokyo today !!! this is going to be one of the most special shows ever 🥺

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ynfan1 AHHHH

ynfan2 huuuhh is she planning something ??

conangray that’s my best friend 😍

oscarfan1 oscar dating a popstar is the best thing ever look at herrr

landonorris Can’t wait 🙌🏻

↳ landofan1 HUHHH?

↳ oscarfan1 is he going ?? WITH OSCAR ??

sabrinacarpenter 💗💗💗

oscarpiastri Please sing deja vu tonight

↳ yourinstagram you got it

↳ oscarfan1 AH I CANT BELIEVE WE MIGHT HAVE OSCAR (AND LANDO??) ATTENDING HER SHOW

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oscarpiastri I had the best time ever in Tokyo 🙌🏻

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oscarfan1 BABYYY

oscarfan2 i love him so bad

mclaren 🧡

ynfan1 oh we know why he had the best time

logansargeant Little boy in love

↳ oscarfan1 HWEEELP ME

landonorris Why are you posing like a five year old?

↳ landofan1 HEEEEEELP ME

↳ oscarfan1 i love them bad

↳ yourinstagram I SAID THE SAME THING !!

↳ ynfan1 man i love this

yourinstagram no picture credits ? really ?

↳ ynfan2 AHHH

↳ oscarpiastri 📸 credits to Miss America

↳ oscarfan3 WHY AM I CRYING

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yourinstagram night version. 📸 by vroom vroom guy

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ynfan1 OMFG???

oscarfan1 VROOM VROOM GUY?

mtv 🏎️ & 🎤 together was the best thing that happened to us

ynfan2 it’s actually so refreshing to see her dating someone her age who she can have fun with and not some pretentious old ass man who mansplains her

landonorris My children 🫶🏻

↳ landofan1 lando is the biggest shooter for this relationship

oscarfan2 oscar really bagged his biggest crush by being on her comments all the time that’s persistence

alexandrasaintmleux Belleeee 💕

↳ yourinstagram aleeeex i loved hanging out with you let's go out without the boys soon

↳ charlesfan1 LET ME IIIINNN

ynfan3 and when yn writes a song for him

logansargeant I can’t wait to meet you!

↳ yourinstagram pastry is sooo wrong for not introducing us yet

↳ oscarfan1 oscar wdym you haven’t introduced your gf to your best friend

oscarpiastri 😍

↳ oscarfan1 OSCCCC

↳ ynfan1 he’s down bad i get him

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ynupdates YN and Oscar out and about tonight !

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ynfan1 OH LOOOORD

oscarfan1 I CANTTT

ynfan2 i can’t stress how good it is that she’s dating someone her age enough

oscarfan2 KING OF MANIFESTATION

ynfan3 i mean we already knew they were together but seeing them with all this pda is so cuuuuute

oscarfan3 IM SO JEALOUS

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yourinstagram 5 new tunes for ya !!!! GUTS (spilled) out friday!!!

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ynfan1 WTFFF I DIDNT SEE THIS COMING

ynfan2 CLAIMING SO AMERICAN

dualipa YEEES ❤️‍🔥

oscarfan1 i’m pretty sure there’s an oscar song there i just KNOW IT

ynfan3 more angsty breakup songs IM READY

landonorris 🙌🙌🙌🙌

oscarfan2 ready for oscar to annoy lando with those on repeat

mclaren We can’t wait to hear all of them 🧡

↳ oscarfan1 MCLAREN INTERN ARE YOU OKAY?

↳ ynfan1 she’s the people’s princess

oscarpiastri I can confirm those songs are amazing

↳ ynfan1 he already heard them IM SO JEALOUS

↳ oscarfan2 spill the tea are any of those about you

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oscarpiastri I laugh at all her jokes and I say she’s so American. So I might just be in lo-lo-lo-love 🧡

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oscarfan1 LAJSIAHAUAB

oscarfan2 I 😭 CANT 😭 BELIEVE 😭 THIS

ynfan1 she’s wearing a friendship bracelet for him MY HEART

charles_leclerc I’m happy for you, son ❤️

↳ charlesfan1 CHARRRR

ynfan2 this is so cute i can’t also when did that sneaky shit go to his race

ynfan3 YN LOVER ERA YN SIMP ERA YN WAG ERA

oscarfan3 long story short: never give up on your celebrity crush

logansargeant ❤️❤️

landonorris Young love, so adorable

ynfan4 THE LYRICS REFERENCE

francisca.cgomes 🥺🥺🥺

↳ ynfan1 she’s already so loved by the wags

yourinstagram love youuuu, pastry 🤧

↳ ynfan2 i love all the nicknames he uses for him

↳ oscarfan1 pastry, vroom vroom boy. she’s just so romantic

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Pregnant boy-toy 3/3

CW- mpreg, birth denial, punishment, degrading

it is now months ago since i came to tell him about the pregnancy, i still hadnt given birth… daddy didnt let me. i am unbelievably massive all i do is lie legs and arms spread on my bed my planet of a stomach weighing me down, my daddy comes in whenever he pleases uses my cunt and cock to keep me dick-drunk and it works, i dont think about my ever-stretching skin on my belly, i dont think about the milk leaking out my massive pecs all i think abiut is when i can next please my daddy

he brought another slut home today. hes being punished, hes not as obedient as me hes in another room begging to be let out until our daddy stuffs him with his super-cum i can only imagine how long hell be here, my daddy promises ill be here for ever, he says it threateningly but every-time he does say it my cunt throbs and cock twitches, anything he says gets me hot and bothered, he sees this and uses it to his advantage teasing me whenever he wants knowing i wont cum until he makes me knowing i wont cum until hes cum in me as much as he wants, and to think only months ago this idea freaked me out all i want know is to be used as his slut all i want now is his approval all i want know is his spawn filling me.

i rub my tight tummy as his spawn moves around while i day dream about daddy coming into my room after punishing the other slut loudly and fucking my boy-cunt deeply and aggressively its all i can think about then suddenly i get a deep contraction i let out a short scream before cutting myself off because i know daddy hates it when i make too much noise, on queue he storms in angrily.

“s-s-sorry d-daddy but i think i-its time” i stammer pathetically at him, he walks over in the nude allowing his perfect body to breathe he looks at my cunt and says “its definitely crowning” before placing his massive hand on the head and sliding it into my as my belly expands a bit more and my cock twitches and my nipples leak milk i let out a shallow moan “only when i say will you let my spawn out, understood slut?” i nod in agreement waiting for him to fuck me but he doesnt he just keeps making sure his baby doesn’t come out as i try my hardest to defy biology for him i clench my cunt tightly and hold the bottom of my belly (as bottom as i can reach which isnt very close) trying anything i can to not allow his spawn to leave my womb, after what was possibly hours he leaves me trusting me to not let his spawn out.

and i dont. ive been here for god knows how long and never given birth im so pregnant my skin is all but see through my pecs are breasts at this point and… i love it. i live to serve my daddy when he pleases ill allow his children out, by this point the other sluts hes brought back all behave too there is no more begging for freedom or birth we all live to be his breathing cum-buckets, theres about 7 of us and at various stages of pregnancies i can assume ive only seen one when daddy first brought him in and forgot to close my door he looked already about 7 months along so i can only dream of his size now.

truth is i didnt want to be pregnant but now its all i love for, if daddy let me birth then released me the first thing id do is get knocked up again, its the most amazing thing to have happened to me that fait-full night.

[plazsma]

hey i work at [unspecified plastic building object] land and here are some ninjago statistics i’ve collected from actual children who watch the show in present day from the past few weeks:

“who’s your favourite ninja?”- 95% of the time it’s lloyd. any other time its jay. one time it was nya, another time it was kai. the children do not yearn for glacier.

2. there is a sculpture of nya in ninjago the ride queue that always generates a conversation. however, this sculpture is based off season 5 nya with short hair and her reddish blue gi. the most shocking thing to me… KIDS DONT RECOGNISE HER. i’ve overheard so many “who’s that?” followed by “i don’t know”s and it’s actually whiplash. why are we old

3. a lot of young girls like ninjago! this is really awesome actually because i remember being a little kid and being one of the only girls in my class at the time who liked it and it was heavily marketed as a “boys toy” so it’s nice to see that they are making ninjago for everyone . . . because it is. like everyone can enjoy these little ninja people

4. the ninjago is still IN. i actually before i started working here was worrying ninjago was falling off and the newer generations wouldn’t really care about it but u guys the children DO still yearn for ninjas and it’s very clear. which was a pleasant surprise :3 it’s truly becoming a generational thing as silly as that sounds

i can’t make these into a whole bullet point, but here is some assorted other stuff that i find funny:

kids actually just wear the ninjago pyjamas to the park like as clothes like straight up

the fang blades, jade blades and nya’s sword pack (which btw what even is that she does not use dual swords) fly off the shelves and i truly wonder why because these kids weren’t even around circa tournament of elements era. perhaps they just like throwing swords around

sometimes they dress up in ninja clothes and i always compliment their outfit and show off my keychain (luckily i had a lloyd one on me one day when a kid was dressed as him) and kids LIGHT UP when they know i know what i’m talking about. it’s one of the best parts of my day actually

tune in next time for more [unnamed colourful building toy] land stories everyone

[siyuuzii]

ENHA REACTION TO A FANBOY !

PAIRING maknae line! enha x mr

( hyung line ver, maknae line ver )

GENRE idol x fan, fluff

WARNING|S none

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!

more under the cut !

⋆｡ ˚ sunoo

okay u cannot guarantee me that when u finally sat down at the chair in front of him, he'll not be acting n treating u like ur his gossip buddy. i mean who could blame him?? after rows n rows n ROWS of lovesick fangirls, there's finally a male that is in his presence! will spend like half of ur time getting to know you both, n quarter of the time signing ur albums n rare photocards n the remaining time gossiping about the other members to u. well not like the usual gossip that would reveal there actual hobbies n stuff, just on camera n the episodes stuff.

when it comes to the signing parts, he'll be so careful and neither do you n him know why!?!? (probably wouldn't want to cover his gorgeous face on that rare photocard of urs!!) also itll be so unique n neat omgg, hes not rushing like before when u noticed his hands where moving so fast during signing the girls albums n when u looked at it, it was literally like a child's hand writing ...

now when the staff told both of u its been already 2 mins past time, and that u needed to go cause there's other people (well now all girls) waiting in queue, he'll be all pouty and would probably reach out at ur hands to hold it as a goodbye, he'll be kinda sad??? but not that much, since he knows that you'll be there on his next fan sign, i mean youve always been there! on every concert, on every fancall. don't think he'll notice you hm? especially with some boy he considers a cutie.

⋆｡ ˚ wang jungwon

he'll smile at you, no not the usual smile he gives to everyone but that big n cute smile of his that's showing his smile dimple ahh!!! he'd think that ur so adorable!! especially with you clutching your album like ur life depended on it while smiling brightly while introducing urself to him.

would ask tons of questions to you like whos ur bias n why, will be so happy and flustered that you can't even see his eyes because hes smiling so much, when you tell him that hes ur bias then going on to explain why. now when signing ur album he'll leave little messages and stuff like 'from your bias jungwon' will write it in korean if you tell you know korean.

hes so touched by your enthusiasm by talking to him and showing him ur drawings of him and the other members, literally showing ur efforts just to give him something! and when ur talking hed be listening so intently, nodding along and sharing stories about behind-the-scenes moments from the episodes youd watch.

after you got up to leave since the staff said so, he couldn't shake off your guys encounter!! he was so touched from your compliments and support to him that it was too much to just forget off. oh, how he was looking forward to seeing you again...

⋆｡ ˚ ni-ki

hes smirking when he saw you, dont know, dont care if that makes a scandal, but hes smirking! the flirtatious way, probably be thinking, 'looks like i can attract more than just the opposite gender'. hes not the one to be first to give out compliments, but with you? he cant help it! his tongue is just slipping out truths coming straight from the heart.

hes going to question u like jungwon, 'who is ur bias?' but if it's not him he'll be so pouty, for example when you answered heeseung, he'll be like why? and when u say hes handsome he'll be pointing to himself and say what about me? am i more handsome then him? like boy, know ur limits, jk jk.

he'll be so impressed by ur pencil drawing of him, and seeing the effort on your handmade gifts makes his heart flutter, and his cheek a hue pink! maybe you'll be the one that inspires him to draw!!!

but boy hes a BIG tease when you're talking to him and suddenly stutter because ur flustered on the way hes looking at you with such interest!! like i said he can help it!! and when its time for you to leave, he'll give you a flying kiss BUT like when he touch his lips with his hand he'll quickly get the flying kiss to ur lips!!! while saying that he'll be looking forward on seeing u again enjoying the way your covering ur lips with your hands with a shock face not believing that his hand just touched your lips!!

[spro-o]

Whats your headcanons for percival group(including Anne,Nasiens,Donny,Lancelot)It could be anything.

Have a good:)

allow me to share!! (thank you for asking :3c)

some drawings to accompany them 🔽 also do keep in mind that there are wip, since I only caught up with the series not long ago

Percy:

he/him (but doesn't really care about how he's referred to, so they/them works too)

pansexual

autistic

stims a lot – this is helped by the fact that he doesn’t grasp the whole social queues thing, and is generally very out there

no filter (this is deadass just canon)

has dimples

Nasiens:

he/they/she, non-binary + intersex

megafaggot (for percival)

autistic (hyper fixation on medicine, duh)

Tioreh is their “THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES” bsf

cat person

slightly pointed ears (not pointy enough to not be possible on a human, but definitely sus)

Gawain:

she/her, cis woman

LESBIAN!! VERY!!

also gym rat (derogatory)

different haircut (as pictured) (im sorry i dont fuck with her fuck-ass bob) and darker skinned (cant have a sunshine user getting sunburned, cmon now)

[gawain bbgirl im so sorry i dont have any more hc's for you yet]

Tristan:

he/him

bisexual

in a qpr with Lance

most easily flustered

the most mama's boy you can get (in a sweet, not crazy way)

Lancelot:

he/him

bisexual

in a qpr with Tris

sillier than most anticipate when he gets to know someone

big interest in dance

gym rat (derogatory)

Anne:

she/her, cis woman

bisexual, eat hot chip, and crush-into-the-ground-if-you-lie

habit of thinking out loud/talking to herself

[same thing as gawain, forgive meeee]

Donny:

he/him, cis man

heteroflexible (wouldn’t complain if he somehow just had to kiss Lancelot)

looks up to Lance like crazy

actually a very patient person

[daily-hanamura]

[lorre-verie]

babes i have a request

so im in the mood for angst...bc why not

so like can i request like an aonung x sully!reader set in the way of water timeline but like instead of neteyam dying it's reader who dies

does this make sense😭😭

CLEARLY u LOVE the idea of people dying because ??? WHY would u do this But ok Ye ask and ye shall receive

“I promised.”

word count: 2.3k

pairings: ao’nung x f! sully! reader (angst)

notes: - reader is the sibling in between Neteyam and Kiri in terms of age - ao’nung and reader already have an established relationship prior to the events of this story - i am NOT giving reader a name, i also dont think there are any mentions like y/n or [name] or anything like that

warnings: descriptions of war, death, blood, idk more death, sadness, its sad 4 sure but idk if its tear-worthy?

masterlist

“C’mon! We have to go get Spider!” Lo’ak nodded his head towards the inside of the ship as you cut him free from his restraints. 

“What?” you responded, unable to process what he’d just said.

Your older brother behind you, Neteyam, cut off the tie bounding Tuk’s hands with a dagger, and another quick snap further behind told you Ao’nung had just cut off Tsireya’s.

You and your siblings were in the middle of a full blown war.

Besides almost getting crushed by Payakan, getting taken hostage, killing about 5 people trying to save your siblings, and witnessing the deaths of many of your own people, things in your opinion were going great so far. 

“C’mon sis, we can’t leave without him!” Lo’ak crouched down, picking up a gun from one of the fallen na’vi soldiers slouched against the railings, blood seeping down their skull. 

Your gaze was fixed on the grip of the gun that was firmly clasped in his fingers, stained with red at the bottom. The blood trickled down silently, creating a small pool on the already drenched floor, yet it seemed inconsequential amidst the chaos.

In that brief moment of dread, a warm hand fell on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. 

Something similar to fear took over your body, causing you to be unable to take your eyes off your younger brother who looked at you hopefully, while you stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to save him. The images of blood spraying all over replayed in your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” a comforting voice drifted through the air, pulling you back into reality. 

The foreign accent had a calming effect on your senses, a zap of electricity running down your queue.

Whipping your head, you met the eyes of the person who had spoken, the comforting shade of aquamarine looking back at you with such emotion.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes at the sight, a low growl forming in his throat. He never approved of your relationship with the boy, but what could he do about it? He was in love with the man’s sister!

Neteyam sauntered towards your brother, braids waving wildly in the air as they always did. 

“I’ll go with you,” he nodded at Lo’ak, ignoring Ao’nung completely as he looked at you, seeking any form of approval.

Your brows knitted together, and you shook your head. 

“It’s fine. I’ll go. We all know I’m a better warrior than Neteyam anyways.” you joked, attempting to lift the mood. 

“Are you sure?” Neteyam said softly.

“Positive. You should go and help out the other warriors.” you nodded, feeling the comforting warmth of Ao’nung’s hand leave your shoulder. 

Looking back at him, you could see the fear and concern etched on your lover's face. He looked so perplexed, a reaction you’d never seen on his face before.

Before you could take a single step, his arms pulled you in for a hug as if he was shielding you from any threat that could harm you.

He didn’t want you to leave.

Lo’ak and Neteyam groaned, looking instead at the ocean, watching the metkayina and the sky people battle for their opposing goals.

Ao’nung leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. 

"Please be careful."

The sound that came from his mouth was barely but a whisper, as if he would choke if he said it any louder. 

You smiled, placing a hand on his neck reassuringly. 

“I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

As the words left your lips, you waved a farewell to him before going inside the ship, Lo’ak in front of you. 

The thumping of your heart echoed in your chest like an empty chamber. You weren’t going to break a promise. 

At least, 

not this time.

“Lereho!” a guttural, high pitched scream reverberated throughout the forest. 

The sleeping creatures lifted their heads up in the sky, ears pointing in all different directions, attempting to make out the source of the scream.

“LEREHO!” a 7-year-old you screamed even louder, tears flowing down your pale face as you looked at the rusty helicopter. 

The rusty helicopter which had now trapped your friend inside its worn down metal walls, and he scratched against the door endlessly, trying to get out.

“I- I-” your words were unable to come out, your entire body trembling with fear. 

The large metal body was encased in mossy vines that suspended it above the lake, and Eywa knows Lereho couldn’t swim to save his life.

“I’LL GET HELP, LEREHO! PLEASE STAY HERE!” you cried out, praying to the Great Mother he could hear you. 

“I PROMISE I’LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE!” you yelled, your voice hoarse and strained, your entire body buckling down with the weight of your words. 

You turned back and ran as far as you could, as fast as your legs could take you. Your face was all scrunched up and your eyes were full of tears, partly obscuring your vision. 

Branches scratched your body and drew blood from your fresh wounds, but you didn’t care. Guilt overtook your body and put you on autopilot.

If you hadn’t told him to, he wouldn’t have gone in the helicopter with you. 

If you hadn’t been stupid, you wouldn’t have closed the door.

If you hadn’t slipped on the vines on your way back to solid ground, the helicopter wouldn’t be creaking slowly, on its way to submerge him fully in the lake. 

If you hadn’t been friends with him in the first place, maybe he would’ve been alright right now.

You wiped the water from your eyes and the snot from your nose harshly with your bleeding hands. 

By the time you returned with your father, all that was left were the torn apart vines flowing loosely in the wind of the night. 

They couldn’t even retrieve his body.

Beads of water welled up at the corners of your eyes as you crouched along the wall, Spider in your sights. 

Blinking rapidly to get rid of them, you leapt down with Lo’ak, taking care of the humans surrounding your friend mercilessly. 

You screamed as you smashed the last one’s skull along the railing, flipping them into the water, heavy pants leaving your chest as the adrenaline wore off.

“Woah. You alright?” Lo’ak gasped, slightly concerned. 

“I’m fine,” you breathed out. “We have to go, now.”

You grabbed a gun from one of the dead soldiers, and not long after you heard the sounds of rapid gunfire hit metal a bit too close to you for your liking. 

With your instincts you dove out of the way, grabbing Spider with your free hand and quickly crawling along the floor towards the moonpool, ensuring that Lo’ak was still behind you. 

The shots from the gun made the air burn in your lungs, and you coughed vehemently before hiding behind a wall just in front of the moonpool, whispering a quick apology to Spider for being so harsh with him. 

“You two go!” you shouted at the two boys behind you, whipping out your gun in an attempt to kill the bastard who was shooting so restlessly at you. 

“Are you nuts? We aren’t leaving you!” Lo’ak yelled back, considerably offended you’d think he’d abandon you so easily.

“Just go now! I’ll be fine!” you growled, taking another shot at the recom. 

Amidst the deafening sounds of gunfire, you were able to discern two distinct splashes in the water. 

Retreating behind the wall for cover, you swiftly reloaded your weapon with the remaining ammunition scattered on the ground. 

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and emerged once again, determined to make your final shot count.

Ao’nung whipped his head around frantically as he stood on one of the ships purposed for hunting tulkun, all of the previous occupiers…removed.

He looked towards the ship for any possible sign that you were still okay.

He’d witnessed Lo’ak and Spider riding away from the ship on an ilu, but where were you?

His heart beat faster and faster with every shallow breath he desperately took, unable to imagine what had happened to you. 

Just before he was about to call his own ilu, he heard a loud splash from the water behind him. 

He turned his body, bracing for a surprise attack, but instead, he got a surprise hug.

As your body melded with his, you rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling a calming sense of peace.

At first, his hands trembled as he placed them on your back, taken aback by the sudden embrace. 

But gradually, he relaxed into it, a radiant smile gracing his face as he shut his eyes, savouring every point of contact between your bodies, determined to remember what it felt like. 

There were so many things he’d wanted to say to you, but only three words left his quivering lips. 

“You… came back,” he choked out, even attempting to hug you tighter, before realising that he might have been hurting you- to which he loosened his grip.

You sighed contently, gazing at the water behind him. “I promised.”

Just then, you saw something underneath the ripples of the ocean. 

Everything was too fast for him to process. 

One second, he was hugging you like it was the last thing he could ever do with you in the world.

The next second, it actually was.

His eyelids whipped wide open as he heard a gunshot, his body hitting the floor in the direction opposite to where he was originally standing. 

You threw him out of harm’s way. 

The last time he’d ever seen you was with your mouth agape and pupils shrunken into the size of his thumb, as you fell lifelessly backwards into the water with a loud splash. 

“NO!” he screamed helplessly as he scrambled up from the floor, his knees scraping against metal as he crawled frantically towards the edge to see if you were alright. 

The only thing he could see from the surface of the water was your blood slowly tinting the ocean red. No bubbles. No sign of you resurfacing. 

Without hesitation, he plunged into the blood-red ocean, his body slicing through the water with a sense of urgency. As he dove deeper, his limbs thrashed and flailed, propelled by a desperate need to reach you and bring you back to the surface.

His panicked movements grew increasingly frantic as he searched for you, his bloodshot eyes darting around frantically in the murky depths. Every fibre of his being was focused on finding you, but as he scanned the water, he realised with a jolt that you were nowhere to be found.

Determined to keep searching, he pushed himself to swim deeper, his hands and feet churning the water as he scoured the depths for any sign of you. 

But as he descended further and further into the abyss, his vision began to blur, and his lungs burned with the need for air.

Despite his physical limitations, he refused to give up, driven by a fierce determination to find you. 

All he could see was the trail of your blood, leading him deeper into the unknown.

His fingers outstretched, he tried to reach you, but it was too late. 

His lungs burned with a searing pain as he struggled to hold his breath. But he refused to give up, clinging to the hope that he would find you alive and well.

As the seconds ticked by, his chances grew slimmer, and his body began to betray him. His limbs felt heavy and sluggish, and his vision grew hazy with tears.

Despite his efforts, he simply couldn't hold on any longer. 

He broke the surface of the water, gasping for air as his heart shattered into a million pieces. 

The devastating reality of his failure hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him reeling with a sense of loss and despair.

A soul-wrenching cry tore through the air.

The sound was so raw and guttural that it felt as if it came from the very depths of the earth itself, carrying with it the weight of a thousand shattered dreams.

It was the kind of cry that would make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a sound that would haunt you long after battle was over. 

The cries of the wounded and dying were nothing compared to the sheer agony and despair that his cry conveyed. 

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks - he had lost you forever. 

The person he loved most in this world was gone, sacrificed her life to save his. The weight of his grief was so heavy that it felt like a physical burden, crushing him from the inside out.

He wanted to scream, to wail to Eywa, to beg for a chance to take your place. 

But he was powerless, reduced to a helpless witness of his own tragedy. 

He could feel the weight of his guilt like a physical pain, knowing that you had given your life for his.

Every following moment he had to live without you was a torture, a constant reminder of what he had lost. 

He tried to fill the void with his duties, with distractions, with anything that would make the pain go away, but nothing worked.

He would lie awake at night, imagining the pain you felt, the last moments of your life. He pictured you sinking into the cold, dark depths of the ocean, alone and scared, the light fading from your eyes.

It was a pain that he knew would never truly leave him, a wound that would never fully heal. 

He felt as if a part of him had died with you, and he knew that he would never be whole again.

They couldn’t retrieve your body. You couldn’t have a proper burial. He couldn’t ever see you again, not even through the spirit tree. 

Having to explain what happened to you to your family almost killed him; he could only imagine the pain they felt if he was feeling that way.

He blamed himself. And deep down inside, he knew that they did too.

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i hope it's sad lol i'm sorry if its not 😭 and tysm for the request @dearstell 💗 i finally got one after like a month 😭 idk i just headcanon that without a proper burial, the na’vi can’t be reconnected with Eywa upon death, so people can’t see them through the spirit tree. it’s an educated headcanon, if you will.

now how do u feel realising the words in the title are actually the reader’s last words?? do u feel upset?? i sure hope u do cause i put lots of thought into that, just for u guys :) 

as always, tysm for reading til the end! I appreciate all your support, comments and reblogs 💗

much love, lorre.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey I stumbled onto your blog and seen you did requests for sir pentious!

I read through all the sir pentious fics

I looked/ skimmed through the sir pentious finc and seen you haven’t done him X child reader (PLATONIC)

So could I please just get the silly snake boy X demon!child reader (around 12-14, platonic) if not totally ok!!

Platonic sir pentious x demon!kid!reader

WOOOOO! Dont know what to put here esp since this is for the queue so anything that's in my mind now won't be relevant by the time it gets out uhuh!!

Shrugs

He and the egg boiz keep a close on you, especially since the pride ring tends to be a little.. chaotic. Sure, sinners can't leave that ring but they've heard some of the other rings aren't as chaotic and lawless as their ring.. not to mention exterminations.. speaking of, its mentioned hell born are pardoned, how does an exterminator tell the difference?

Moving on

Hes a dorky dad. Hes a little confused but he has the spirit. He has his moments where hes trying to give you some fatherly advice but you can tell either he doesnt know what hes talking about or hes going off of his own experiences.. which.. aren't all that good, given most other people in hell see him as pathetic. You just nod along and pretend what hes saying is life changing...

A decent cook, not terrible but not some five star chef. Great Baker, though!

Deeply interested in your interests, the second you mention something off hand hes going to get into it; books, movies, shows, games, ect! Any niche subject will be in his brain if its something you enjoy, hes gotta bond with his kid!

Packs you lunch and makes the snacks look cute and decorated. Usually they're gear or egg themed! Writes notes for each lunch wishing you a good day with a (bad) pun

Doesnt matter how old you are if someone says something vulgar or swears hes covering your ears. Will cover your eyes for the same reason if its visual

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about me:

bi, transmasc, arospec

top/bottom switch, 99.9% sub

kinks: praise, cnc/somno, light asphyx, primal, overstim, dacryphilia, age gaps, light humiliation/degradation, light breeding (no preg), mild exhibitionism, & there’s more i just forgot

shit im not personally into: bloodplay, scat, detransitioning, feeder/feedee (if you like this sorta thing idc & you can follow!)

other:

dms & inbox open!! tell me what you wanna do to me :) however im a terrible texter so keep that in mind

wishlist link if you wanna support me and get a video out of it 😌

i make dom posts but present moots excepted i am not going to actually dom you.

will tag cnc #[cnc.]

please let me know if you want me to unfollow/unlike/delete a rb from you <3

blog runs on a queue! sometimes

pics are tagged #jay on camera

minors/ageless blogs dni, this is not the place for you. zionists i hate you go away

what you can call me (sub version): most pet names (i.e. baby, honey, sweetheart, sugar), kid/kiddo, anything with “boy” in it (pretty boy, etc), slut, toy, anything with “my” in front of it, pet (& stuff like puppy, dog, etc)- i could keep going

what you can call me (dom version): sir, dad/variations.

what NOT to call me: a girl. master. that’s it pretty much

anatomical terms: go crazy w these too, i’m a dude regardless of what terms you use. cunt/clit/pussy/tits are all applicable

other:

i am a switch, like i said, but i dom under pretty specific circumstances (i.e. you want me to be mean and humiliate you and etc. i am not a soft dom)

dont send pics just out of the blue. ask me first, 9 times out of 10 ill say yes i just dont wanna get jumpscared

im not interested in an actual relationship of any kind, at least not unless i know you well

taken anon emojis: 🌌, 🌹

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Suds & Sponges || Stiles Stilinski x femReader

 Summary: Stiles does everything he can to see the cute girl at the car wash. Words: 6k Warnings: cute af stiles, he’s obsessed let’s be real, and reaallly awkward  Notes: this is a weird writing approach that i took.. it’s about Stiles’ perspective? idk?? dont hate it pls, also i started this off good and then i fkucked it up toward the end so.. sorry about that

Eyes squinted as you peered up to the sky; the blinding heat of the sun only partially blocked by your hand as it acted as a makeshift visor, your skin licked with Californian summer warmth on the parts of your body that weren’t shielded by your denim shorts or tied-front tank. The weather was utterly idyllic and served as the quintessential backdrop of your Saturday activities. Your focus was drawn toward your strawberry-blonde friend next, her hands gripping at her hips as she stood with poise, leadership strewn within her words and body language. Lydia was making sure that her senior prom fundraiser was getting underway, and as Student Body President, the girl wouldn’t accept any standard less than perfect. This explained the near army line-up of students who would be joining you in making some quick cash - some happily volunteering, others practically forced against their will by Lydia’s strength when it comes to persuasion. You, however, just couldn’t say no to some fun in the sun, or the way your friend’s doe green eyes bored into yours with the utmost pleading expression you’d ever come across.

You were all separated into small teams, and within a few minutes, were surrounded by fresh sponges and an array of water buckets. A couple of Sophomores were coaxed into standing outside of Beacon Hills High with glittery signs describing a car wash; their excitement oddly infectious as it began to draw in customers from the passersby. Several vehicles had already started a queue, and the addition of the summer hits playlist that Mason had put together had begun to sing loudly through the speakers scattered across the parking lot. 

You felt pumped as the atmosphere began to grow; the cooling temperature of the water acting as a stimulating contrast to the harshness of the sun, alongside the small chatter and laughs you shared between your teammates, Sydney and Malia. Lydia grinned wholefully and knowing that she was happy made you happy - except for the anticipated searching glances you would throw around every now and then, looking for the solid blue structure of a familiar jeep that had yet to make an appearance.

Stiles’ foot tapped anxiously against the pavement of the McCall driveway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest to prevent any further fidgeting or impatient flailing of his arms. When Scott told him that he wanted to swing by the car wash to surprise Kira, Stiles had instantly jumped into the jeep with exceptional speed after your name was thrown so casually into the conversation. He was now waiting for his friend to appear after being chastised for restlessness, Scott barely out of the shower before Stiles was rapidly beeping his horn and yelling for the boy to ‘get his ass in the car’ otherwise he was leaving without him. Ten minutes had passed, and his hand was hovering over the car horn once more before Scott skipped down his porch, an annoyed yet amused smirk pulling at his lips.

“Someone’s a little desperate.” He said, brows quirking at the gaping and inarticulate sounds Stiles was producing after being caught off-guard.

“I-I just need my car washed, dude.” The boy settled on, pulling his whisky hues away before clearing his throat. Stiles tried to ignore the snicker erupting from Scott as he rolled his eyes, body slipping hastily into the driver's seat. He just really needed his car washed, afterall.  Stiles remained silent as he peered over the console, his body twisting so that he could concentrate on reversing back onto the street. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and Scott couldn’t hold back another laugh at the urgency written all over his best friend’s face.

“No need to rush, Kira said this thing goes all day. Unless there’s another reason why you’re so eager- ” Scott quipped, eyes focusing on the slight clench that tugged along Stiles’ jawline and how his eyes grew two sizes bigger. 

“What? I just need my car-”

“- washed, I know.” The amused tone of Scott’s voice broke through the other boy’s attempt to avert the conversation, a slight rosy blush playing upon Stiles’ cheeks as he refused to now take his eyes off the road ahead. Scott clicked his tongue, “So... this super obvious impatience has nothing to do with that fact that a particular someone is going to be helping out today?” 

The Stilinski boy’s entire face was suddenly flushed, the pink shade tickling at his neck as he fell into embarrassment. He knew that he was easy to read at times, but not this easy. Just the mere thought of you had his heart galloping, a slight sheen of anxious sweat beginning to clam up his hands, his fingers tapping an unreadable beat against the steering wheel to absentmindedly distract his zealousness. He wanted to blink and have you appear in front of him; to feel the velvet softness of your touch, hear the melodic song of your laugh, and see the bright rays of sunshine that epitomised your smile. Stiles didn’t just want you, he wanted to experience you.

Scott was watching him with fondness - he recognised that look of butterflies, how emotions played into the giddiness that would build Stiles’ whole persona when he was around you. He enjoyed seeing his friend happy, and found the utmost humour in how distracted Stiles would become just having you in the vicinity. Scott had hope for his friend, a was a firm supporter in keeping that innocent teenage love alive.

Scott watched as the town sped past the passenger side window, houses and trees blurring into one strip of ongoing colour. He couldn’t help the quirk of his lopsided grin, eyes focusing outside, although he didn’t need to look at Stiles to picture the flabbergasted expression he was about to uphold, “You should just ask her out, man. Bite the bullet. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“Ugh, I dunno, Scotty...” Sarcasm was heavily present now, accompanied by a breathless scoff and very evident roll of whisky eyes. Stiles allowed his words to trail as he quickly glanced to his amused friend and back to the road, “She could hear me? Laugh in my face? Say no?”

The Jeep began to slow as it reared behind a line of cars filtering into the school parking lot, the ears of the two boys perking at the faraway summer tunes in the distance. Scott sounded a small chuckle at Stiles’ atypical catastrophizing, “Riiight... and what’s the best thing?”

“We get married, have three kids, two dogs, and live in a big house with a white picket fence. I’m Sheriff and she is an Elementary school teacher and we are really fucking in love.” He hardly skipped in a beat in his reply, the words falling so effortlessly from his lips in a pragmatic tone. And if prompted, he could immediately list the names of your children and breed of dogs as if he’s lived it for the past ten years. 

“Have you thought about this already?” Scott interrupted the beginning stages of daydreaming, the other boy blinking rapidly as if he were knocked from a trance. 

Whisky hues bulged as realisation hit about what was asked, and Stiles shook his head roughly, lips pursed, “Uh, no, nope, not at all.” But the raise of Scott’s questioning brow indicated that he saw right through him, and Stiles couldn’t help but manage a large groan, hands gripping the steering wheel until knuckles were near white, “Okay, yes. Can we change the subject now?”

Silence engulfed the boys - the only sounds now falling through the open windows, loud chatter and growing tunes creating atmosphere as the Jeep rolled slowly through the queue. Stiles didn’t need Scott nudging at his side and pointing in the direction of where you were situated, as he had already clocked you from the moment he passed the threshold, the sun raining down on you as he saw an ethereal glow around your form. You had him like putty in the palm if your hand, and was completely clueless about it.

They were now next in line and Stiles’ leg wouldn’t stop shaking from the growing anticipation, Scott needing to reach out and hold it firmly down to cease the nervous habit. His little crush has easily flourished into infatuation and just knowing that you were so close was enough to brighten his day completely, but patience was not a virtue in the Stilinski boy’s book. 

The moment Stiles rolled the Jeep forward and put it in park, Scott was already slipping from the vehicle, causing Stiles to growl down to his friend, “Dude, where are you going?”

“I saw Kira when we drove in, gonna go say hi. Don’t fuck this up.” 

Stiles made a noise of complaint, nostrils slightly flaring, hands lifting into the air with an iconic flail, “Don’t fuck what up?”

With a salute and a cheeky wink in Stiles’ direction, Scott dropped his body to the tarmac below, his tone quiet enough for only the other boy to hear “Asking Y/N out, dumbass. I’ll see you later.” 

The sound of a car door slamming caught your attention as you rinsed out your allocated sponges, the chilled temperature of the water becoming a saving grace as your balmy hands were submerged within the bucket of soapy residue. You looked over your shoulder as you saw Malia welcome Scott, a smile quick to grow between your cheeks before you wiped your hands on the thighs of your shorts, skin sure to dry quickly within this weather. 

“Hey.” You called, the boy glad to reciprocate your greeting as you both neared closer. He was wearing a smirk and you couldn’t think of why, only that behind him sat Stiles in the safety of the Jeep’s cabin. Your head tilted as arms crossed over your chest, “What’s got you all smug?”

“Nothin’. Just got a feeling today’s gonna be a good day.” Scott replied, his hands slipping nonchalantly into the pockets of his cargo shorts, lopsided lips continuing to pull up into an expression of utter cheekiness. He knew something you didn’t, you thought, but chose to not play into it for now. Instead, a nod of acknowledgement was offered before you pointed in the direction of Kira. Scott sighed gently, “Thanks... hey, maybe you should go see Stiles? I think he wanted to ask you something.” 

He sounded so sure of himself as he headed away in the opposite direction, leaving you with furrowed brows of confusion and a sense of intrigue that instantly pulled your gaze to the vehicle standing before you. It took Stiles by surprise as you pulled open his passenger door, hands settling on your hips as you grinned up at him - your cheeks was mildly flushed from the heat, and your clothes clung more to your frame in the few places that had gotten wet. The look on your face screamed liveliness, along with the slight disheveledness of your hair. Caramel swirls swam as his eyes grew wider, words lost on the tip of his tongue as he drew you in; even with things slightly out of place, Stiles thought you were absolutely beautiful.

“You look hot...” Stiles trailed, eyebrows jolting up as he realised what he had said. He swallowed hard and inattentively gripped at his steering wheel, frozen as you breathed out a bashful giggle toward the tarmac below your feet. “Y-you know, b-because of the sun. Summer... summer, and, and all...” 

Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth, the flesh tugged gently as you tried to hide the way your friend’s comment seemed to resonate with you. It was no revelation that Stiles was hardly a smooth-talker, but even you couldn’t help the fact that his cumbersome way of words was so inevitably endearing. 

Your body gently lent against the frame of the open door, head tilted to the side before you offered a tender smile, “Scott said you wanted to ask me something?”

“Well, I-I...” The stuttering returned in the form of surprise, your comment throwing him off guard, in left field, under the bus. He was unsure how to reply regardless of the fact that he knew damn well what he wanted to say. Words collected on his tongue and they refused to leap, leaving Stiles in a predicament. You didn’t try to push him, instead raising a brow in softened confusion, an indicator for him to continue. All that the boy could do was gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing before he released a nervous chuckle, “I was wondering if, if you’d... you know.. if you’d like to, if you’d wanna... give Roscoe a good ol clean...” 

Stiles internally cringed - he was sure that he might have possibly externally cringed, as well. He watched through a slightly squinted view as now both of your brows rose, bafflement so evidently present in your eyes. It was unexpected, yet not entirely abnormal for the Stilinski boy. 

“I mean, yeah, that’s why I’m here.” You answered, trying to pull away from the questioning tone that was desperate to nip at your response. You shone another grin before closing the car door, your lips falling the moment he was out of view. You hated the feeling of hopefulness; the exhilaration and anticipation was nothing compared to the deflated aftermath that would often follow. You couldn’t even tell if he was happy to see you and it was starting to put a damper on your mood.

The sound of your name broke you from your bubble of thought, Sydney and Malia standing in front of you with cleaning supplies ready and questioning gazes of their own. It was a brisk decision to brush off your strange encounter with Stiles, instead focusing your energy on fulfilling your duties for the day and experiencing a little fun alongside your friends. Maybe he just didn’t feel the same butterflies you so often homed in your stomach.

Stiles sunk deep into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping at his face as they muffled the long and pained groan that he released the moment you disappeared from his sight. He had one job, and it was to ask you out. A handful of words, a quick sentiment. It would have been over and done by now but he lost whatever ‘cool’ he had left, and now he was paying the consequences by chastising himself in the seclusion of the Jeep.

Stiles’ head bounced back gently against the worn plush of the seat before pushing out a mellowing sigh between his teeth. He couldn’t help the anxiesties that began to flutter in his mind - worried if he blew it, scared that he turned you off for good. He hastily pulled out his phone, fingers hovering over an open message conversation with Scott as he tried to think what to say. He mumbled a quiet ‘fuck it’ under his breath before allowing his thumbs to spill word vomit into a text; hashing out his insecurities as he explained how the impromptu plan failed miserably. All that he got in reply from his large paragraph block of text was a simple ‘you’re an idiot’ from Scott’s end. For once, Stiles Stilinski agreed.

Ten minutes or so passed before Stiles could finally hear some sort of clarity from the ceased rinse cycle of the hose, his eyes opening to be met with a spotless windscreen. He slowly pushed himself into an upright position in time to see you talking to Malia, a smile finally returning between your cheeks, and Stiles could’ve sworn that if he stared for much longer than he’d be sinking back down into that seat in the form of a loved-up puddle. And he almost did, if it wasn’t for his passenger door opening and Scott making his way back beside his friend. 

The boy laughed, “Dude, pick up your jaw.” He said to Stiles, observing just how intense the infatuation was really becoming. Stiles fumbled as he broke from his entrancement, his throat coughing as he cleared it to cover up his brief moment of rapt focus. He could feel Scott’s glare burn into the side of his skull - an odd concoction of amused disappointment at how he so easily messed up such a simple task.

“Don’t.” Stiles said, simply, his teeth gritted and tone offering a soft warning. 

“ I didn’t say anything - ” 

“Okay! I know I fucked it up, I know!” He continued, groaning again, his head falling back to the headrest as large hands covered his face once more. His voice was obstructed, yet Scott could make out the tiniest of details - something along the lines of how Stiles was planning on running away to another country and changing his name.

A small knock against the driver’s side door caused the nervous boy to suddenly jump, even more so when he saw you glancing up at him from the other side. The window was quickly wound down before he smiled - a grin that was very highly-strung, yet he couldn’t help but show happiness as you looked toward him with those bright eyes. 

“I can promise you that Roscoe’s looking like a brand new car.” Your voice was airy, trying to feign a tone that didn’t express the mild discontent that you were still feeling. You heard as Scott chuckled in the background, a comment made about how you have yet to see the five rolls of duct tape holding the engine together, before Stiles reached behind him with a soft blow to his friend’s bicep.

Lanky fingers were quick to fumble around in his pocket before pulling out a folded bill of cash, a much appreciated contribution toward Lydia’s fundraising goal. You accepted it was another smile, pink shades poking the tip of your nose as you said a quiet thanks in return.

An awkward silence began to set in as you suddenly found your entangled fingers an interesting distraction, Stiles stealing glances toward you as he picked at loose threads on the hem of his tee. It was driving Scott crazy. “Thanks again for the wash, Y/N. We’ll see you around.” He called out over Stiles’ shoulder, hand raised in a wave as he tried to push some life back into the gawky tension. You immediately reciprocated his sentiment, showcasing the splendour that always managed to draw Stiles to your eyes, and the benevolence that built up the smiling curl of your lips.

Stiles had never wanted to stay at and leave a place so bad in his life.

“I should’ve just said it, right? When we were leaving... I should’ve just asked her... right?” This was the third time that Stiles had brought up this topic since he and Scott left the parking lot of the School. Indecision was clawing at him and fuelling anxieties that will surely play on his mind for at least another twelve months. Minimum. 

Scott sighed for the third time, too, his head lolling to the side to look at the straightened figure beside him, “There’s always next time, man. You’ll find another reason to talk to her.” 

Stiles’ lips curled in as he pondered numerous scenarios; scenes flashing through his mind like a video on fast forward, considering when would be the perfect time to just ask you out. But Stiles Stilinski wasn’t much for predetermined plans when in this headspace, choosing to impulsively turn the jeep around on the empty road and head for the Preserve, not much more than a five minute drive away. 

Scott’s eyebrow quirked, his tone questioning, “What’re you up to?” 

“Just doing what you said. Finding another reason to talk to her.”  

Scott never anticipated that he’d find himself some time after staring at his friend as they stood in front of the Jeep, a look of incredulity forming the purse of his lips and furrowing of his brows. They were alone and luckily shrouded by a canopy of trees, blocking out the heat from the sun. Scott opened his mouth before closing it, the action continual as he tried to come to terms with what Stiles just asked. “Can you repeat that? Not sure I heard you right.”

“I said...” Stiles announciated, reaching down to grasp a handful of the earth's soil, “Throw dirt on my car.” 

So, Scott did hear him right, the gentle chocolate hues of his eyes widening significantly as Stiles hurled his handful of dirt across the hood of the Jeep. The iconic sky blue shade quickly turned to a murky grey as more dirt was piled on, but Scott remained standing back in confusion. It wasn’t until Stiles ushered him again, that he eventually lent down to grasp at his own handful.

 The intentions were well, but the moment Stiles heard loud clinking sounds, his head immediately spun to face his friend and you’d think from afar that the world was ending there and then.

“Scott, dude... the rocks!” Stiles yelped, a whine slipping next from his lips as he leapt to his hood, checking for damage. Fingers carefully treading over any possible dints, his voice now hoarse as whispered words were spoken under bated breath, the softened force blowing dust specks into the air, “Not the paintwork, don’t scratch the paintwork...” 

Eyes could not have been rolled back further before hands were held high in defence, Scott taking gentle footsteps backwards in time with his chuckles of disbelief, “You’re completely insufferable.” 

And the Stilinski boy was. His mind was running a million miles per second, hyperactivity busying his thoughts and playing upon all emotions. Stiles felt like a ticking time bomb, yet held so much placidness at the same time - a conflict that he was yet to decipher. He so easily scolded himself for his indecisiveness, but just seeing your face as he briefly closed his eyes reminded him that there was a suchness in being contented. There was a reason, a way, and he desperately needed that light that you shone so benevolently to finally ground him.

With a huff and shake of his head, Stiles stood back to his full height, lips managing to pull into a smirk toward the other boy, “Just a bit more dirt, Scotty, and we’ll try a take two. I’ll get it right this time.” 

You didn’t expect to turn around and be faced with a familiar front bumper, leading up into a dusty grey-toned vehicle that looks as if it’d been driven full throttle through a sandstorm. Your brows rose as you treaded a few steps over the heated tarmac, the back of your band absentmindedly lifting to wipe at the sweat gathering on your forehead from the midday sun. You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that fell from you when you saw that the window to the driver’s seat had already been wound down, as if the driver himself was expecting you to pay visitation to his side again.

You lent up as far as you could until your arms were just able to sit within the space of the missing window, your chin leaning on top of them as they crossed. Your throat hummed, “What’d you guys do to all our hard work?” 

Stiles snickered sheepishly as his own arm was thrown behind his head, pink shades playing upon his cheeks, “I don’t know, we just, ya know... found it like this...” 

Scott nearly choked on air at the poor excuse.

“You found Roscoe like this?” You spoke with yet another question, somewhat intrigued with where this story could take you, and how Stiles’ typical knack of overdramatizing would feed the recount, “And what do you think may have happened for the Jeep to look like it took a nap in a garden bed?” 

“Dirt... storm?” He mentally slapped himself as the words left the tip of his tongue. Not only could he feel Scott sliding with immense embarrassment down the passenger-side seat, but he could also see the way the cogs tried to turn in your head with no avail to comprehend what he was saying. He cleared his throat before attempting to reiterate his reasoning, “Like a gust of wind, big gust, full of... dirt, super windy. S-super... super dirt-y...” 

You tried to ignore the loud snort of amusement stemming from an eavesdropping Malia, her gaze focused on rinsing out rags and sponges only a few feet away from you. She had nearly finished the preparation for round two of cleaning Stiles’ car and it prompted you to push out your lips as you slowly nodded along to his story, “Right, sure. Well... if you need me - us “ You were quick to correct yourself, coughing to cover the slip up, “Us... we’ll just be out here, washing the Jeep, again.” 

The second you stepped back, the window went up, and Scott practically numbed his friend’s arm from the bellowing punch he threw his way. He groaned as fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose, muttering a frustrated ‘unbelievable’ to his lap. All that Stiles had to do was keep his cool - but he was acting just as thickly as the summer air outside.

Scott eventually peered to the side, capturing Stiles’ stiff posture and widened appalled eyes. Stiles spoke with a raspy throat, “Don’t you even think about commenting on what the fuck just happened.” 

But Scott couldn’t help it; gentle laughter pushing first through his nose before it was tangled among his amused words, “Dirt storm? Really?” 

You finally felt relief as the harshness of the sun settled behind the body of the school; a saving grace that was much needed after the balmy exposure you found yourself within all day. The changing position of the sun meant that the afternoon was nearing dusk, and that meant that your day of work was nearly over. Yours was among a handful of other bodies that had gathered for a brief chat in-between customers, an array of stories and gossip shared until you were eventually broken away by the sound of your name.

Looking back over to where your team was stationed, your eyes grew to the size of saucers. Malia was in astonishment, gesturing toward that too-familiar Jeep as it rolled up to the spot that was practically theirs by now. You’d never have thought that you would be seeing these boys so many times in one day; yet here you were, wandering back up to the same window to be met by that same stupidly cute boy, with the hopes that he’d entertain you with yet another fashioned explanation.

You didn’t even have to a speak a word before Stiles was pouring out an excuse, his hands adding expression as they flailed helplessly around him within the small space of the cabin, “You should’ve seen it, Y/N, Scott’s drink just... it flew right outta his hands, right, and all over the bonnet. It was wild. Just totally... totally out of nowhere... you know... so... so crazy...” 

Your voice was filled with mirth as you mimicked him, head nodding in acknowledgement, “So crazy.” 

The faint scent of strawberry milkshake filled the air as you peeked over the the car’s front, a large splatter now meeting your gaze and it made you sigh in hilarity. You were confused, but still found your meet-ups mildly endearing. 

What Stiles refrained to tell you was that he offered to by Scott lunch as compensation for his erratic behaviour, only to grow impulsive when he discovered another reason to find himself back at the car wash. He had plucked the drink and lent out of the car window, the beverage raining down onto the hood as Scott’s expression dropped into the utmost despair. He was getting more desperate, yet it only enraged the anxiety knotting his stomach.

You showed cheekiness as you held your hand out, awaiting another ten dollar bill before the cleaning commenced. The corners of your eyes wrinkled as you smiled widely, head only slightly tipped to the side, “Pay up, Stilinski. I’m not doing shit until you place a pretty Hamilton on my palm. I’m also accepting tips.” You winked his way, proud as you watched his head shake as a small laugh left his lip, and two bills were handed to you with no hesitation. 

You bit your lip, head shaking as you gave one back to the boy, “I was joking.” You explained. More like, you were flirting, but even then Stiles huffed that he wanted you to keep it. For the fundraiser. 

Stiles looked at you with all the adoration in the world - caramel eyes gleaming in the afternoon light as they softened over your face, able to easily fall into a daze as he smiled drunkingly at you. The butterflies quickly returned as they fluttered in your stomach, and it made your heart race and chest fill with warmth. You were chuffed. He made you chuffed. You own cheeks were flushing with a pink hue before you took a chance, hope-filled that he was feeling the same as you, “Is there anything else you need me for before I go?”

You were giving him the opportunity. You were throwing him a life-line and he knew it. It was right in front of him and he could grasp it and hold it close to his thumping heart if he really wanted to - but the boy was frozen. Words refused to push past his lips. His body stopped working. His palms were clamming up and Scott swore that Stiles had stopped breathing for a short moment. 

His voice was uncharacteristically quiet as he was losing his courage, eventually finishing on another half-assed response, “Just... you’re doing a great job. Five stars.” 

You patted at the sill of the car window, mouth curling in as you looked away. Disappointment flooded you once again, and you had to remind yourself why you shouldn’t grow hopeful. 

It also reminded Stiles that he didn’t like to see you as anything but your usual epitome of sunshine. 

“No. No way.” Hands were situated firmly on her hips as Lydia stood in the entryway to the Beacon Hills High parking lot. Stiles had rubbed god-only-knows what on his car and was back to see you again, but she wasn’t having any of it. 

“Oh, come on, Lydia. Do you know how much I’ve contributed to this stupid Prom thing today? Just let me in.” He whined, earning himself an exhausted chuckle from Scott beside him. 

She didn’t budge, and she wouldn’t. Lydia remained standing her ground with a neutral expression, her eyes only heeding a warning as her perfectly sculpted brow rose to challenge him. “I know exactly how much you’ve contributed. You’ve been here like, once an hour.” 

“He’s trying to ask Y/N out.” Scott added as he ducked his head out of his window, voice laced with tiredness from his fractured day. 

Green eyes rolled at the admission, fingers tensing as they wiggled over her shirt. She looked bored, and it made it easier for the smallest tone of judgement to wrap within her words, “I don’t think getting the girl you’re crushing on to wash your car all day is a good way to ask her out.” 

Another strong punch to Stiles’ arm made him yip loudly as Scott stared at him, his eyes deep screaming out that he was unimpressed. His voice was low and scolding, “I fucking told you so, you idiot.” 

Brown locks fell as Stiles’ head dropped to the rim of his steering wheel, a guttural groan echoing loudly around him. He wasn’t happy with himself, and if you weren’t so damn captivating, then he might have given up quicker. But he won’t, because he’s Stiles, and giving up isn’t a thing that he’s ever known to do. He was overly hyperactive, spontaneous, and strong-headed but he never was one to quit. Especially when it came to the cute girl at the car wash.

“Are you gonna let me in, Lyds?” He begged, tone defeated as he stared at the strawberry-blonde with wide pleading eyes. She clicked her tongue as she considered thought, her facade still not showing even the tiniest crack. Eventually, she stepped aside with a knowing look - another warning, a promise that if this didn’t end well then she’d show off what her anger truly entails. It was seen within her piercing eyes and protective scowl, truly terrifying when you’re found to be on the receiving end.

Stiles didn’t bother driving all the way up, opting to walk over instead with hands buried into the depths of his denim pockets to hide the nervous fiddling of his lanky fingers. He felt the dissipation of pressure when he noticed that you were alone, and the setting sun emitting a halo of light that framed you perfectly. If this wasn’t a sign, then he didn’t know what was.

He swallowed quickly, mouth suddenly dry as he lapped at his lips. This felt too surreal, like he was floating through a dream and that his body was filled with instant warmth as you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. 

“Hey, you. No car?” You asked, showing off a full toothy grin as your hands clasped behind your back. Little did Stiles know that you too were nervously playing with your fingers.

He smiled back, speaking honestly for the first time today as he stopped only a feet or two away from you, “Didn’t really wanna hide behind it anymore.”

 It was easier to see him now that he was close enough to touch; soft brown freckles much more evident across his skin as they glowed in the afternoon light, a beautiful contrast to the dark moles that splayed constellations beside his cheeks. His eyes grew golden and you could practically taste the caramel shade that radiated so mesmerizingly from them. He was much more vulnerable as he stood with buried hands and a bashful boyish smile that made you feel weak.  

He was so gentle and you couldn’t hold back.

“Did you wanna go out sometime? I mean - “ You laughed nervously, and Stiles couldn’t have found it any more adorable if he tried, “I like you. I know it sounds so totally middle school to say that, but I do. You make my knees weak, and my heart race, and i get these... these butterflies - “

“In your stomach? And it makes you feel weird, kinda sick but in a good way? The butterflies feel good?” He interjected, unable to hold back now that he had seen your feelings laying on the line. 

Yout bit your lip, nodding in agreement, “Exactly. It’s like... a good nervous. A perfect kind of nervous. You make me smile and I swear I can feel my chest swell with so much happiness, it’s crazy.” 

Stiles raised an eyebrow, “So crazy?” 

“Yeah, so crazy.” You wanted to reach over and slap his arm from repeating your earlier words, his tone just as mocking, but it only showed you that everything you did meant just as much to him, as he did to you.

“I wanted to tell you all day... fuck, I like you too. Probably a little too much. That probably is probably a definitely... definitely a definitely - “ He hummed as he stopped to think to himself, getting lost for a short moment before the gentle touch of your hand was felt against his cheek, and Stiles could have melted to the ground right there and then.

You had to gulp down as you locked eyes with the boy, their doe-like appearance prompting your bottom lip to catch between your teeth again, “I definitely like you a little too much, too, Stiles.” 

With careful movements, his hand raised to sit tenderly over your hold, and he was hoping that you weren't able to hear the hammering of his loving heart against the caging of his chest. 

Stiles eventually released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the sigh sounding content and pleased, “Burgers?” 

You nodded in reply before your tone was laced in amusement, “Only if you promise not to throw my shake at your car.” 

“I don’t know, if it means I get to see the cute car wash girl again, then maybe that’s a promise I’ve gotta break.” 

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Bad influence Part 2

2018!Billie eilish x fem!"nepobaby" reader

Angsty w/ sprinkles of fluff

a/n: this is the 2nd part to "Bad influence", so I recomed reading the first part! (border cred is : mmadeinheavenn)

(Same warnings and diclamers): mention of someone underage with tattos(reader), weed , and controling stepdad(moms boyfriend(not really in this one) and lowkey 'toxic'reader in this. diclaimer!:I dont know anything about doing your own tattos (or really much at all,i have none) and smoking weed at all!

Hope you enjoy this writing!

Summary: Billie's mom, Maggie and her brother ,Finneas think Nepobaby reader, Y/n is a bad influence.

After awhile of Billie just flipping through differnt apps, she got bored and decided, she wanted to vist her baby. Heading to Finneas's room she asked, "Hey Finny-boy can you drive over to Y/ns house?", as she place her chin on the top on Finneas's head. "Yeah just give me a minute to finish this up." He replied, focusing on the thing hes working on. "Okay,just come get me when your done!" Billie yelled,not to loudly as she jogged back to her room to pack an 'overnight bag'. Once she packed her backpack, she head to the living room and plopped her and her things on the couch waiting for Finneas and decided to text Y/n.

Bills💚

Hey baby

Baby😋

Hey

Wyd mama

just working on a tat

you busy baby,can i come over?

Yeah

Ok see you in afew,love you

Read

Y/n never really left Billie on read before and its not like they haven't told each other 'love you' or 'i love you' weather on the phone or in person together, its was kinda strange.

"'K bill I'm ready" Finneas said grabbing the car keys as they headed to the door. "Where are you two going?" Maggie asked placing a hand on her hip. "I'm just taking billie to her girlfriends house." Finneas replied with a strange strain in his voice,giving billie a few quick side eyes and Maggie a 'tell her' look. "Billie,honey we need to have a chat" "Why, a-about what?". Billie asked still standing near the door. "A-a" "About Y/n" Finneas said fininishing Maggies sentince for her. "What about her?" Billie asked taking a seat back on the couch, pulling her 'signature' manspread, crossing her arms over chest. "We think she might be bad influence on you" Finneas blurted out. "What do you mean a 'bad influence'?" Billie asked fidgeting with her rings before placing her hands on her head. "Well, she has tattoos, an-and she smokes weed!" Maggie said in a whisper-yell. And as if on queue, Y/n had posted a short video that was only a few seconds longs. A video of smoke flowying out of her mouth, filling the camera ending the short clip. After watching the video they all sat in a loud silence before Billie just got up, grabbing Finneas's arm, heading out the door to the car.

Part 3?

a/n: I am starting to really love this little 'series'!🫀

[ech0schamber]

Hey hey hey could you write the s/o in coma scenario but with akutagawa?

sure thing!

☆you had been working on a mission that mori has sent you on. little did you know, mori knew you were going to get hurt, he doesn't exactly care if an underling get hurts

☆you were sent alone, of course, and it ended with you getting too close to an explosion (as that seems to be a reoccurring theme in bsd)

☆you got lucky as the area you were in wasn't too far from emergency services and they immediately jumped into action, so you got to the hospital before you could bleed to death

☆i would like to think that this mf never answers his phone if he doesn't recognize the number, so it was either gin, chuuya, or the bastard of a boss that told him the news

☆he managed to keep his composure in front of them?? expect if it was gin that told him, then his panic attack would be very obvious

☆he wanted to rush to the hospital, but oh look at that. he's a public criminal... he can't go anywhere near the hospital

☆so he asked gin to go in his place, of course he would only trust his little sister with that. she gets the information she needs from the doctors, but she doesn't visit you for too long. surprise surprise, she cared about you too. like a lot, so it hurt to not only see her brother in such a state of panic, but it hurt to see just how injured you got

☆that's how it went every single day. akutagawa would ask gin to go pay you a visit, hoping that you would be awake

☆during this time, he started taking care of himself less. typically that wouldn't mean much, but you had actually convinced him to start taking care of himself more. now that you weren't around to make sure he was doing that, he fell back into his old habits of just not taking care of himself

☆gin and chuuya tried their hardest to make sure that he was at least eating 2 meals a day. gin would quite literally drag her brother and basically throw him in the shower once a week

☆this poor baby had finally found a reason to take care of himself, to start seeing the good in some people, to stop putting himself in as dangerous situations as before, and now it's been ripped away from him

☆hell, dazai probably even noticed that akutagawa wasn't fighting atsushi for his approval as much

☆and queue a lot of peoples confusion when he suddenly started attacking atsushi again dont let atsushi find out why, he may accidentally use it against him during an agrument

☆it was gin who got the call that you had finally woken up after being in a coma for a year. of course, aku still couldn't visit you, so she went in the check on you... basically see if you can handle if aku decides to break into the fucking hospital to see you

☆thankfully he doesn't. but he really wants to, but he knows that you wouldn't be too pleased with him if he did that, so he exploded something to get that urge away.

☆he is probably going to get more violent in this time, he has no way of contacting you (cause they don't allow phones in the hospital) and has to depend on someone else to know if you stay awake

☆and finally, after (insert set amount time here, i have no idea how long hospitals keep you after you wake up from a coma) you were finally released. while you were mainly stuck to a wheelchair because your muscles are too weak to carry your weight, you made sure that you could at least stand with only one crutch so you would hug your boy

☆you and gin decided to make it a surprise for aku. and man, did it work. if it wasn't for the fact that you were leaning on one crutch, and the wheelchair behind you, he would have thrown himself at you

☆instead, he 'calmly' walks over to you, lays his head on your shoulder, and just starts crying. gin was nice enough to give you two some privacy, please hold this boy to the best of your abilities. he has missed you so much

☆now, if he's under the impression that you went willingly, expect him to lecture you. he listens to you though, so simply tell him that mori made you go and gave you no warnings

☆it's not like you have to worry about the people that attacked you though, they died in an... accident about two days after you were sent to the hospital :]

☆surprisingly, he is willing to help you with physical therapy! but you are going to have to explain why you are having to do each exercise. it's not that he doesn't trust the doctors, instead he is curious about how these will help you. it's a learning process for the both of you, how cute!

☆possessive. anyone even looks at you wrong now and he threatens to kill them. he will go against moris orders if it means that you are no longer going on any mission he deems dangerous.

☆i feel like he'd also freak out anytime you got hurt. if it was a small papercut, he wouldn't freak out, but you fell because you're leg gave out on you??? roshomon is now carrying you for the rest of the day.

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i can't think of anything else :] maybe i need to rewatch the show to get a better grasp of some of the characters... oh well