#if I don't kick myself in the butt nothing will come of it I'm afraid xD

[atalienart]

it sounds likely to me that it‘s you and not the story, so it‘s just you overthinking it and being in this not-reader position where you can‘t really… yeah, see your own story the way a reader would unless you‘ve taken significant time away from it i guess.

that would also be my tip? like maybe take some time away from writing. really just do completely anything and everything else, don‘t even think about it, have fun with something else and get your mind off it.

and then come back. and it might be significantly easier. that‘s what usually does it for me with projects or hobbies, and i‘ve heard other people talk about this too.

i hope it‘ll help. and i really don‘t think your story is rubbish or boring :‘) it‘s the writer‘s curse to arrive at a point where it suddenly just seems like Shit (when really, it‘s not)

Maybe if I switch off thinking and just write it would be better because I really just want to finish this story x'D I've procrastinated for too long. I basically ignored it whole March. Anyway, thank you for the kind words and the advice, I appreciate it very much ❤️

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY JASON TODD/ROBIN/RED HOOD *  assorted dialogue from multiple dc universe sources, adjust as necessary

i did it once for dramatic effect and it just got to be a habit.

you can't tell, but i'm dozing off under this mask.

a whole night in paris... and i managed to not kill anyone. not bad.

you made the same mistake everyone does when it comes to me.

i want to warn them... but i know i can't.

don't know, don't care. i got my hands full.

do you remember the last time we were together?

looks like you guys could use a hand!

i'm looking for someone.

i'm afraid it's about to get much worse.

the angry, reckless vigilante bit is my thing.

i'm not good or bad. i'm just practical as hell.

you and i are more alike than you realize.

i get it. starting over is scary as hell.

i don't even need to turn around to know that's you.

thanks for thinking of me. i'm happy to help. honored, even.

i generally have several madness-inducing hallucinations before breakfast.

nothing in the real world can be as frightening as what we can imagine... right?

you don't think i understand what it's like to be abandoned? forgotten?

i'll be damed if my best friend is going to die... because he was dumb enough to trust me.

i'm sorry. i'm never going to be the hero you want me to be.

next time i see you, i'm going to kick your butt for this dying crap.

you have ten seconds to walk way. nine... oh, screw it.

there are better ways to spend your energy.

that looks like it's gotta hurt. well, i say that like i'm speculating or something. i know it hurts.

we chose to be a family.

if there's hope for us... there's hope for everyone.

you still haven't figured it out?

life's just a game... and this time, you lose.

i seem to have made myself an enemy of all the bad guys.

it's too late. you had your chance.

i'm just getting started.

hard to forget that night, huh?

in a way, this was the site of your first great failure.

ah... memories.

you can't stop crime. that's what you never understood.

you want to rule them by fear, but what do you do to those who aren't afraid?

i'm doing what you won't.

i'm taking them out.

now tell me... how does it feel?

is that what you think this is about?

i don't know what clouds your judgement worse. your guilt or your antiquated sense of morality.

i forgive you for not saving me.

he took me away from you.

i am no one's son.

what do you think this was all about?

welcome to planet earth, baby.

fear isn't the answer.

you son of a bitch.

we were friends, helping each other pick up the pieces of our lives.

it might not be a popular thought, but not everyone wants to be alive.

can you hear it?

funny, i actually escaped death.

the past keeps dragging me back.

they're not monsters. they're victims of programming, abuse, and trauma.

they can change.

fact is, they're just like us.

we became something else.

you hurt a lot of people.

we don't discriminate here.

sometimes you don't know what you want 'til you learn what you don't.

trust? you? i'll give it a try. but i'll tell you right now, i'm probably going to screw it up.

guys like us? the life we lead? we're never truly alone.

i have no idea who you people are.

you pompous ass.

before i kill you, i want the truth.

i'd like to think i'm an open-minded guy.

sure it was fun. but does that mean it was right?

sometimes i wonder if i'm just part of the problem.

i'm not doing one more damn mission with them unless you get me someone i can trust to watch my back.

knew you couldn't do it.

it's official. class is in session.

[goodlucksnez]

After the dub of ch/erry magic I had to do something! I love theses two and I need more snz content, the fact both do it in the manga and show i mean come on snzblur get on it! lol

so enjoy the two disaster loves

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

script:

Adachi guess who? *covering his eyes from behind*

 Rokkaku

You wound me. And after so much work, I went into making this date the best it can be.

I really don't have anything to compare it to.

Well then I think you'll like the surprise.

If it is like our first one I'm not super thrilled.

Oh, I promise no heights this time, *in his head* even though he was so cute.

I planned a nice romantic walk

Just a walk that is unlike you, Kurosawa.

Well, I wanted to do something a little different.

In his head *He knows how uncomfortable I am in public. He took that into consideration. * All right, let's go.

*walking*

This way. I have never been down this way before.

No wonder this place has been deserted for forever, but it's a good place to hang without anyone looking.

As long as we're not breaking and entering

it's public property, we can go anywhere we wish. Although I think this is the best spot.

*whole picnic laid out*

Did you do all of this?

It was nothing.

Nothing. You set up a whole picnic. And you call that nothing.

I just wanted to see the look on your face. In his head *He's so cute. I don't know much more My heart can take. *

 OK. OK. Well. Since you put in so much work, I guess I can humor you.

Perfect. My king. *bows as if he is royal*

Do you have to be that cheesy?

I guess not.  Come on. This is just one of the surprises.

There's going to be more?

lots more. Since the first one didn't go great, I wanted to pull out all the stops this time. You're getting the royal treatment.

Why am I afraid of that?

Close your eyes.

What?

Come on, close them.

Kurosawa

You know what I want.

Fine.*closes his eyes* But I swear, if you… if you. *snez*

Oh, bless you.

Can I open my eyes now?

You can.

*sees a bouquet of flowers with every kind of different flower you can think off*

 Don't you think this is a bit much?

 Well, I didn't know which kind were your favorite, so how about I get one of each.

Still I must have cost you a fortune.

It was nothing. This is all the payback I need.

I love them,but-*hitching*

are you?

Snez x 3

Bless you. Bless you. Bless you, adachi. Are you OK? Did you catch a cold?

 No, no, no, no. I *snez*

Bless you

have allergies.

Allergies? To flowers?

Yeah. Oh, come on it not that uncommon!

No it just…. Our first date. You didn't have a problem when we went then. I had a bouquet  

well were outside a lot. And I did them in a bag, but

snez* 3

bless you. Bless you. Bless you.

You don't have to bless me after each one. I don't think I'm going to be done for a while.

Oh, adachi. This is all my fault. I'm sorry. I didn't even consider the Possibility you would have allergies. Hmm. I guess that's why in spring you do bring eye drops, don't you?

One of The reasons.*trying to throw the flowers away*  Don’t throw them away,

But you're obviously suffering.

kurosawa I can deal with it. Just like any day in spring,

 I don't want you to suffer. None of this should be bad. It should be magical Your first should be magical.

We already went out our first.

Snez x 3

Bless you , you never seem satisfied with one, do you?

I'm sorry to ask, but do you? *looking for a tissue*

Oh, yeah, um here.

*hands him tissue*

 Thank you.

*blows nose*

 Feel better?

 *in his head* how could I not know he has allergies. Oh, I'm going to be kicking myself in the butt for weeks about this. Oh, look how flushed he is. Still hanging strong for me. My knight in shining armor.

kurosawa, your staring at me?

You're right, you're right. It's just. You're so beautiful.

Even feel like this?

especially like this.

I don't know what you see.

Allow me.

*Kurosawa wiping his nose with a tissue*

*in his head* ��Hey, is this OK? He is wiping my nose for me I mean, people aren't around but still, is it too much?

*in kuro head* Ohh he Looks so cute. The way his eyes are watering his nose, all turning all red. So cute. I'm gonna die.

*in ad head*Of course he likes this….*hitching  I mean. Wait, wait.

*snez against the tissue kuro is holding*

Bless you.

Is that all you can say? I just sneezed on your hand. Aren't you mad?

Well, technically you sneezed into a tissue that was in my hand. How could have been mad at you? I'm the one who's causing you to suffer. I'm the idiot boyfriend who bought you flowers.

But still I mean.

I want to do everything with you. And if that means getting a little messy. And I don't mind.

You cant just say that

How about enjoy the rest of the picnic and promise no more flowers.

Good. Because I don’t think my nose can take much more *snez 3

Bless you forever and always.

[garf-lover96]

Vesuvia Weekly; Nevivonian Cuddle Puddle (Rowan, Julian and Portia)

this is a short and sweet one, less than 1k words. i literally love my family so much❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i almost gave myself diabetes while thinking about the concept alone. anyway

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I adjust the knitted blanket over my shoulders and scoot closer to the fireplace, reaching my hands out to warm my numb fingers. It really seems like I got too used to the vesuvian climate with how quickly I got unbearably cold and had to head back inside. I mean, there's only so many snowballs to the face I could take before keeling over. Those nevivonian kids can be really ruthless when the circumstances call for it... The circumstances being the first snowfall since we've arrived for the winter. My lack of endurance in comparison to others made me feel a little bad but at least the grandmas were nice to me about it.

That's why right now I'm relaxing and replenishing my body heat near the fire while Julian, Portia and the birds continue to be at war with the town's children.

Less than an hour of quiet passes in the house before I hear Julian's sneeze as soon as the door opens. I turn my head to see him taking his boots off and shrugging his soaked coat off "It's a real battlefield out there, Rowan! And it only got worse after you left... It was so much easier chucking snowballs at the whole army of those nippers when your spells kept me from freezing." he laments and trudges over to my side, sitting down on the patterned rug with a deep sigh, "I'm afraid I've been spoiled by the vesuvian climate..."

Well now I don't feel so bad about my cold intolerance anymore.

I help him take his gloves off and he puts them over the fireplace to dry. Then I hold up a corner of the blanket for him to cuddle up to me under it.

"You're really flushed, did you get hit in the face too?"

"More like tackled into a pile of snow. They stop at nothing, I tell you." upon saying that, he wraps his arms around my waist and his ice cold nose to the side of my neck.

I exhale in slight discomfort as I feel my body heat getting stolen "You really couldn't have eased me into that?"

"You're just so toasty, I couldn't help myself..." he mumbles and plants an apologetic kiss on my skin. I just snort and pull the blanket a little tighter around him, hoping to warm him up as quickly as possible. With nothing else to do, I feel myself begin to drift off to the sound of Julian's quiet breathing and the crackling fire.

...Then I hear the sound of the door opening again.

"Brrr, it's about time we caught a break, huh? Wouldn't want any of you to freeze your toes off!" Portia's voice is accompanied by the loud steps of the children scattering all across the elder's house. She catches sight of me and Julian near the fire and approaches with a slightly worn smile, "You got room for one more?"

"I think this blanket is huge for a reason... Come on." I pull her down to sit at my free side and she promptly clings onto me as well. Thankfully she isn't quite as cold as Julian was.

"Ooh, so cozy... I feel like I could just fall asleep here." she hums happily, resting her chin on my shoulder. I have to push some of her wild hair away so it doesn't get in my mouth.

"I think your brother already did. I can't see his face right now but he's really limp."

"Pff, I'm not surprised, he got his butt kicked back there..."

"So I've heard." I snicker to myself and shift a little to pet his messed up hair.

As time passes with me being trapped in a cozy Devorak sandwich, I notice more and more children going up to sit on the rug with us. Some of them occupy themselves with showering our feathery companions with affection while the others sneak under the blanket with us. Before I know it, I have a toddler in my lap, Portia two in hers and they're all clumsily braiding our hair, tangling it even more than when they found it in the process. The initial chatter really dies down after I feel that a few kids have fallen asleep against my back. And to think they were all so fierce during the snowball fight...

I begin zoning out a little after a while, thinking that surely I will finally nod off in the mostly asleep cuddle puddle I've found myself in. I close my eyes for a few minutes, feeling my consciousness slipping away from me.

...And right away I get jolted back awake with a small gasp. The children around me disperse rapidly but I manage to catch one of them by the sleeve.

"What's going on...?"

"The grandmas are making hot chocolate!" they exclaim and actually pull me up from my position before taking off to the kitchen.

My sweet tooth is going to love this... I take a step to follow the kids before I feel a pair of small hands grab my ankles.

"Oh I'm not letting you grab a cup first, I haven't had it in forever!" Portia asserts and smiles at me mischievously, trying to tug me back to the ground. I think I'm about to fall over when she suddenly lets go of me and I turn around to see that Julian has started tussling with her on the carpet.

"Go on now, I'll hold her off!" he beams at me and starts tickling his sister mercilessly, drawing out really loud shrieks and giggles from her.

"Not fair!" I hear Portia yell at him as I take the opportunity to flee to the kitchen.

I'll be the first out of us three to get a taste of the chocolate, but I'll grab two cups to bring back to them anyway. I really want to get back under that warm blanket as soon as possible.

[mcyt-parodies]

'its not like i like you' but boat boys lol joel is a tsundere or maybe its etho idk but they fit...im so sorry for spamming u with boat boys stuff lol hoope u dont mind

I don’t mind at all! I absolutely love them! This was super silly goofy. I hope I did the song justice? Sorry this took so long, I’m back on my grind though! Enjoy! (Also, the veil I refer to is a veil typically worn in Japan for women who work in the night life scene, I’ve seen some art of Joel with one and I absolutely loved it)

It’s Not Like I Like You: Boat Boys

Etho: "Hey! That's pretty good!"

Joel: "Wha-! No one asked you! !!!!!"

[Etho]

I've got myself just a little bit of love

That I wanna spend on you

But love, I'll never get that chance

To dance that romance with you

Oh, No, cause

You're always hittin'

And kickin' (HUGH)

And putting me down. [giggle]

I hope you don't mean what you say

[Etho and Joel] But I keep seeing you-

[Etho] stickin' around

[Etho and Joel] Like you/I can't get enough

[Etho and Joel] So I stay and I wonder

[Etho and Joel] How my hand would feel

[Etho and Joel] intertwined with yours

As of now though

Joel: "What are you doing?"

Nothing but closed doors

[Etho]

My boy’s a Dere

A Tsun-Tsundere

Just saying hi gets me a punch in the face

And if I should compliment him, he starts to chase

Joel: "Hey! That was a direct attack!"

Etho: Oh, no! The wild ogre found my hiding place!

Joel: "Stupid fox! Take it back!"

Etho: "So, uh, how’s it going?"

Girl: "Why are you talking to me!?"

Boy: "Wow, I see how it is."

Girl: "Go away!"

[Joel and Etho]

Can we get along? You're so headstrong

There's no way, go away, now so long!

Just talk to me and you will see

That's not fair, soulmates don’t matter anymore

[Joel]

I've got myself just a little bit of love

That I wanna spend on NOT you

Cuz Etho, I'm afraid you'll say

That it's not okay with you

Oh, Oh, cuz

You're always laughin', [chuckle]

And jokin';

You look like all washed up

But I hope you mean what you say

Etho: "I do."

And I wonder what you would think

If I let my pride down, let it sink

Could we hold hands, kiss?

Live our lives in some form of bliss?

Etho: "We could."

Joel: "Ah! I'm not talking about you!"

You're not my lover in this

[Joel]

I'm not a Dere

A Tsun-Tsundere

I have a heart, I'm not that mean!

I'm not blushing, I was just rushing and forgot the sunscreen!

Etho: [laughs] "Your smile is really cute, though."

Joel: You'll never see it from underneath the veil I now wear!

Etho: [sigh] "Alright. I just wanted to let you know."

Joel: "Uh-um hey..."

Etho: "Yeah?"

Joel: "Um-"

Etho: "Are you okay?"

Joel: "Yeah, um- well heheh."

[Joel and Etho]

Hey, hey are you free-free today?

Oh ho ho. Why do you want to know?

It's not like I like you okay!

Alright cool, where do you want to go?

[Etho]

We could go out on a boat and sail

Find a fox and

Feed it some juicy sweet berries

Joel: "No that sounds really stupid."

Okay well how about a;

Classic dinner by candlelight

Or scary stories til midnight

So then I could hold you tight

Ba da ba da ba

Joel: "And get bread crumbs on me?! No Way!"

[Joel]

Ooookay I think you're a little dense

I really don't like all this talk

You and I in the present tense

Ba ba da ba da

So listen here, boy

It's all just a big fantasy

You see inside of your head! No!

So just say goodbye!

Etho: [sigh] "Eh-whatever."

Ba ba da ba da!

[Etho and Joel]

I'm not a Dere

A Tsun-Tsundere. (My boy’s a Dere a Tsun-Tsundere)

Hey! I can kick your butt even in this dress!

UH! I digress! So let's just go to the park I guess

Joel: "Pffffft!You wouldn't even know what to bring."

Oh, come on, will you please just say yes!

Joel: "Ugh geez fin. It's not like I'll enjoy it or anything. You’re so obsessed" [giggle]

[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) having slayed a dragon and saved his friends jaune's kinda feeling himself. well we can't have that now can we?

as per the rules of d&D you let your characters kill something big to make them feel great and have them fight a bunch of small things to humble them. like goblins!

the goblins in question are toddlers, human toddlers I mean. and jaune's mission is to baby sit them

Another War

Jaune: Come on. Come on. ...Da- I mean, darn it.

Nora: Nice save, Jaune!

Pyrrha: Still nothing from your sister?

Jaune: No. I've tried calling her, but I get sent straight to voicemail. I tried calling Mom, but that only gets Mom a locked door in her face. It's not good for her to be shelled up like this.

Ren: It's understandable, though. She likely feels responsible for what happened with Adam.

Jaune: She shouldn't, though! I never blamed her, and I never will. What happened that night was a complete accident.

Nora: Except when you totally kicked that guy's butt!

Pyrrha: As expected of our future king.

Ren: A decisive victory for all to see.

Mercury: (Jamming on his headphones)

Jaune: Ugh... I wish that last part wasn't true.

Pyrrha: Oh! The bullhead is here.

Nora: Woohoo! Springtime, here we come!

Ren: You packed your motion sickness pills, right?

Jaune: ...

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Cinder: And how exactly is visiting a daycare supposed to improve his training?

Ozpin: First, it is a beginner school, not a daycare. Second, it will help him maintain self-control. His training has improved his strength, reflexes, and endurance just fine, but all of that is wasted if he's expended all his energy on the first move.

Cinder: And dealing with snot-nosed brats are supposed to help with that?

Ozpin: Have you ever interacted with children that much younger than you?

Cinder: No, because I don't want to be anywhere near them.

Ozpin: And why is that?

Cinder: Because I don't want to.

Ozpin: You're afraid, aren't you?

Cinder: Listen here, you-

Ozpin: It's only natural. For one reason or another or yet a third reason, children can terrify us. Be it their boundless energy, their piercing cries, or even their fragility itself, controlling your strength when near them can be a most daunting task.

Cinder: ...

Cinder: Hey. Do you really think he can beat her?

Ozpin: As he is now, no. In time...

Cinder: ...Yes?

Ozpin: I hope so.

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???: HAHAHA! Team JNPR!

Jaune: Hello, sir! (Extends hand) My name is- HURGH!

???: (Crushing Jaune) Oh, there's no need to introduce yourself, Mr. Arc! Ever since your debut, the children have been talking about you non-stop.

Jaune: Oh... Really...

???: Of course! You're a hero! Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Johann Trüllen, the headmaster of Springtime primary school.

Jaune: Er, nice to meet you. This is my team. Nora Valkyrie.

Nora: Hi~!

Jaune: Pyrrha Nikos.

Pyrrha: Hello!

Jaune: Lie Ren.

Ren: Hello.

Jaune: And Mercury Black.

Mercury: (Still on his headphones)

Jaune: Mercury?

Nora: (Grabs headphones) Hey!

Mercury: Hey! Hands off, dammit!

Johann: HEY! WATCH YOUR MOUTH!

JMNPR: ...

Johann: (Ahem!) Excuse me, but we have a strict no swearing policy.

Nora: Heehee! Sucks to be you~!

Johann: That's pushing it.

Nora: Wha?! How?!

Johann: Come along now! The children will be excited meet you all!

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Emerald: (Lays down card) Boom! I win!

Ruby: Wha- You cheated!

Emerald: Listen, you might be good, but you're not that good I have to cheat.

Weiss: (Takes cards) I don't know why I'm surprised. A thief would be a decent card player.

Emerald: I don't know what to be more offended by; you calling me a thief or decent card player?

Blake: (Reading) I would say the thief remark. You're not a thief anymore.

Emerald: Tell that to Mr. Bunny Love down the hall.

Blake: Bunny Love? Who-

Yang: (Walks in) Guys, you're not gonna believe it, but Cardin is freaking out right now!

Ruby: What do you mean?

Yang: He's outside, and he's being chased by Professor Goodwitch for tearing up Beacon looking for something.

Weiss: What's so important that he's tearing up campus property?

Emerald: (Smirks) Oh, I can think of a few things~.

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Jaune: And that's why, no matter where you go, or what you do, you should always think before you leap! ...Seriously, you have no idea how important thinking is. Uh, are there any questions? (Flinches from kids clamoring)

Boy: What was it like to ride a horse?

Girl: Do you have a girlfriend?

Boy: What's your favorite color?

Girl: Who's your favorite superhero?

Jaune: (Thinking) I pour my heart out to give these kids the most important life lessons, and they don't care in the slightest... Is this how Mom and Dad felt?.

Nora: (Giggles) I can answer them in order! He hates riding Ichor because he keeps getting stomped on. He doesn't have an official girlfriend... yet. His favorite color is viridian lavender. His absolute favorite hero is The Huntsman. His favorite food is...

Pyrrha: It seems Nora can keep up with them.

Ren: Could you trust anybody else? (Smiles) I've never met anyone has energetic as Nora until today.

Pyrrha: Are you getting ideas, Ren?

Ren: I don't know what you mean.

Mercury: Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, dum-

Johann: (Glares)

Mercury: (Looks away) Dum-tee-dum-dum...

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Jax: Would you stop humming?

Gillian: Pardon me, brother. I heard it on the radio as we came in.

Jax: Well, keep it to yourself. It's hard to think with your buzzing around me.

Gillian: Forgive me. What is our plan?

Jax: We are to seduce this supposed "King" of Vale and their most powerful student as well.

Gillian: How are we to do that?

Jax: In your regard, you must study him. Learn his true nature. Get in close and become the perfect fit for his missing piece. Meanwhile, I shall look over the recent articles regarding his entourage. Power draws power, as you know.

Gillian: Of course.

Jax: Once we find them, we use our divine right as the King and Queen of Vacuo to make allies of them. They become ensnared in our plan, and become servants to the Crown.

Gillian: And if we are unable to seduce them?

Jax: Well... That's when the fun begins.

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Kids: (Waving good-bye, Cheering)

Jaune: (Waves back) Haha, yeah! I'll, uh, see you guys another time, maybe! (Chuckles)

Pyrrha: It was very nice of you to visit the school, Jaune.

Nora: Yeah! Those little kids are gonna remember this for the rest of their lives!

Mercury: Or whenever the next new video game comes out. Who knows?

Ren: I'm sure there are plenty of students who will remember this. There are worse memories they could experience.

Jaune: Yeah, I guess you're right. Oh! Hang on, I just got a message from my sister!

Text: We need to talk.

Pyrrha: Is it from Cinnamon?

Jaune: Yeah! I gotta- Hang on, I think I have a signal closer to the cockpit!

Mercury: Better hurry. They'll be back from their smoke-break soon.

Pyrrha: They don't smoke.

Mercury: Or snack break. Potty break. Whatever! Point is when they get back, you're gonna make 'em miffed.

Ren: Miffed?

Mercury: Look, the sooner we're away from that huge, hairy headmaster, the better!

Nora: Huge hairy headmaster! Huge hairy hearmaster! Huge hairy hairmaster!

Jaune: Come on! Come on! Yes! (Scroll dies, Hits panel)

Jaune: (PA) NO! DAMMIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT! FUCKING COME ON, MAN! WHAT THE FU-

Pyrrha: JAUNE!

Nora/Mercury: (Laughing their asses off)

Ren: (Covering his face) Your PA was on.

Jaune: (Looks down at panel, Confirms light, Looks outside, Sees running pilots and absolutely livid headmaster)

Jaune: AH... CRAP-BASKETS.

[joelsgirl]

You can only choose one Pedro boy, who are you choosing?

This was some cruel and unusual punishment, little grey. I sat on this ask all fucking day, staring blankly at the screen. I just... could not choose until now. I have, however, finally narrowed down my list to one choice...

At first, I thought it would be my very obvious, and very first sexual awakening for Pedro; Din Djarin...

I loved him as Oberyn Martell, but it was his role as Din that really sent me for him. I stan an unproblematic, non-toxic, lack of ego badass but I need to be able to kiss him. Like, that's non negotiable, and unfortunately, unless it was an AU, Din's helmet ain't ever coming off.

Then I thought it would be Joel Miller, who would be the reason my love for this man kicked into serious overdrive. One might call it an obsession. But as much as I love my baby Joel, if I'm choosing for real life and not fantasy, whilst this dead set fucking hero would do anything to protect me, he's an emotional dead end. Those walls are so high I don't know if I'd be able to break them down and I'm an emotional little thing myself so need that intimate connection there... There's a chance, but I'm not risking it if I only have one choice here.

So my next obvious choice would be either Marcus Moreno or Javi Gutierrez, because both of them are fucking gems that need to be protected at all costs... but then... well... then I met my match.

So if I only get one, I choose Special Agent Marcus Pike.

He's the whole damn package. He still maintains that classic badass charm, is a special agent of the FBI and can absolutely kick butt to protect those he loves; and he loves whole heartedly. Puts his woman first, isn't afraid to show up, tell her how he feels, let her in, doesn't lie or hide anything from her, is willing to put her first/involve her in life changing decisions from the jump, has zero ego, has nothing to prove yet his presence demands admiration and adoration... If I had to choose one, real life character... yeah, I choose him.

[tbmunson]

Little Harrington; Insecure- Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You're feeling insecure about yourself from the weight gain and stretch marks from pregnancy.

Warnings: Fluff. Pregnancy. Insecure reader. Nonsexual Nudity.

WC: 500ish

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You stood in front of the mirror, taking your naked body in. There was a lot more of you now than there had been a few months ago. Everything was bigger. Your boobs, your butt, your thighs, and especially your stomach. You had dark circles under your eyes from hardly sleeping. You had worn your hair up for weeks at this point, exhausted and unmotivated to actually do anything beyond wash it. The hair on your legs was longer than it had ever been, but with the back pain and general lack of being able to reach everything on your body you couldn't help it.

You didn't want to feel like this, gross, because you knew you were creating a life. A life that you were already so in love with.

You traced the stretch marks running up your belly, letting out a sigh. You didn't know you'd started crying until Steve walked into the bathroom.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

You couldn't think if what to say. Everything running through your head sounded selfish. Conceited even. You quickly wiped at the tears and shook your head. "Nothing. I'm okay." You turned to start the shower, which was why you went into the bathroom to start with.

"You're a bad liar, you know?" Steve asked, coming up behind you, wrapping you in his arms from behind.

You nodded, sticking your hand into the water to test it.

Steve kissed your shoulder, the side of your neck, then the top of your head. "Ya gonna tell me?" He asked, his hands rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs.

You sighed, knowing you couldn't keep it from him. "I don't like the way I look." You voice was so quiet it would have been drown out by the water if Steve hadn't been so close to you.

Steve was quiet, taking in what you'd said.

"I know, it's dumb-"

"It's not dumb, baby. You're valid in feeling that way. Your body is changing. I still think you're beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking, actually. I know that doesn't really means anything because you don't see yourself through my eyes, and that's okay. What can I do to help?" His chin rested on your shoulder as he spoke. His hand gently stroked your side and he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

You shrugged back. "Honestly, I don't know. I just feel like I'm too tired to take care of myself because she kicks me all night long. It takes everything in me to shower, ya know?"

Steve nodded and stepped back from you to undress himself. "Then I'll help you."

And he did. Steve washed your hair and your body and even helped you shave what you hadn't been able to. He dried you off and lathered lotion on your skin. He helped you dry and style your hair, whispering to you about how beautiful you were and how much he loved you the whole time.

"I don't know how to thank you." You smiled, glancing at him through the mirror.

"You're making me a dad. That's all I could ever ask for." He pressed a kiss to your cheek and smiled back at you. "Never be afraid to ask for help, okay."

You nodded and turned to hug him.

[crymeariveronceagain]

Henlo friend :D have you ever made headcanons about yourself in like an AU or something? Because I for one think you're amazing and you deserve to have au's about you and I'll be darned if I don't go and write some myself--

i--

*turns completely and utterly bright red*

uhm.

okay uh

i don't know how to deal with a compliment like that eheh

but

if i was in kotlc

like

I took a quiz once or twice and usually got "mesmer" as a talent. So, there's that.

I feel like I might also be like, a pyrokinetic. I like arson quite a bit, and I would love to attack that government. Like, burn it down with no remorse kinda vibes.

If I was a mesmer I'd take no crap. Like, seriously. Like you know how good Grady is? I'd be nothing like him.

I'd probably hang out with Wylie a lot. I feel like he'd be one of my best friends. I don't write about him a lot, but I feel like he's pretty emotionally stable and wouldn't be against me talking my way into and out of situations.

I'd be in love with Keefe Sencen. I'd 100% be head over heels for Keefe Sencen. I wouldn't be able to help it. I'd be the person who makes Sophie fight me over him in the parking lot. Yep.

Biana Vacker would be so intimidating to me, as cool as I think she is I'd probably never actually be able to talk to her just because I think she's so amazing. With any luck, maybe she'd come talk to me.

I'd have so much contraband human music that I'd be who everyone goes to for said music. Just, yeah. I'd have so much music that I'd be Dex's music contact. I'm how they all get their music.

I'd probably want to be really good friends with Linh. She's really sweet, and I love kind hearted people who I can kick butt for. I'm sharp edges and I love people who are the HR "we will be giving you severance" to my "you're fired".

In my head, I'm a lot more powerful than I actually am. So. Uhm. I'd probably be a lot like Sophie, but less overpowered and suffering for it.

If i lived in the lost cities, I wouldn't punch Alden Vacker in the face. I wouldn't punch Cassius. I'd just watch them. I'd lurk. I'd glare them down. Stare at them right in their eyes, and never back away. I'd protect their kids from them, but I wouldn't hurt them. That never helps, anyway, unless there's a way to get the kid all of the way away from their parents immediately.

However, I'd hug whoever needed a hug whenever they needed a hug. Fitz gets hugs. All the time. Biana gets hugs, whenever she looks like she needs them. Sophie. Keefe. Yeah. I'd hug all of them.

Marella and I would 100% commit crimes together. I'd love to be friends with her.

Ro and I would get along. I know it. Anyone who likes Keefe enough to encourage and protect him at all costs is a friend of mine.

I would never wear the Foxfire uniform correctly.

I would hate wearing those frilly dresses. I'd wear jeans all the time. Except when I didn't want to. Dresses, then.

My favorite house to chill at would be Havenfield, but I'd also be down to hang out at Sterling Gables or Solreef. I'd be the one who accidentally lit Candleshade on fire. woops.

I wouldn't trust a single adult as far as I could throw them, until they proved themselves otherwise. Grady, Edaline, Juline, Kesler, and Tiergan are probably highkey the only adults I trust.

I wouldn't join the Black Swan or the Neverseen. I'd just be a strange side mercenary who never does what either group wants, and watches Alden very. Very. Very closely.

I'd still wear a really cool looking cape though. For reasons.

I'd probably be very unconcerned with death. Like, it would eat me up inside like nothing else, but I wouldn't be afraid of death or of winning by whatever means it takes. I honestly think that's one of the Black Swan's flaws. They're trying to win on their terms, when the Neverseen has already set up their entire morality system, and it's nothing like the Black Swan's. I can see why we'd want to avoid death and destruction, but a) sometimes war is righteous, and b) The Neverseen know that the Black Swan can never end them. So someone needs to.

I'd be a supremely unnecessary character with very little qualms about killing enemies, willing to pick fights with the people no one wants to fight with, willing to stick up for my friends, walk through hell for them, just to be able to have them sleep at night, unafraid.

I've never really thought about this before, lol, so i hope you enjoy these headcanons about??? me??? i feel so conceited lmao

I hope you don't mind it.

Anyways!!!!

Thanks for asking!!! <3

[little-yugi-muto-rp]

Yu-Gi-Oh! DM Episode 1 Sentence starters.

Change pronouns as needed.

"Hey, _____. Earth to ______! Hey, are you in there?"

"Aaaaaawwwww, isn't he cute when he's thinking?"

"Okay, ______. It's time to duel"

"Whoa, you stink at this game, _____"

"You did fine. I just have better cards."

"Could they have found the card that I've been searching for?"

"How could I refuse? You kids are in for a treat!"

"This card is priceless!"

"Hello, can I help you?", "If you can't, it certainly wouldn't surprise me."

"Doesn't he have a big fancy company to run? What's he doing down here?"

"This is perfect, maybe we could all duel together sometime. "

"Me? Duel you? I would have more of a challenge playing solitaire."

"You wouldn't last two minutes in a duel against me"

"Maybe you'd like to settle this with fists instead of cards."

"Now does this shop have any worthwhile cards or not?"

"Well, enough window shopping. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Ah, nice......But no thanks."

"Fine. If you won't trade, maybe you'll sell it. Name your price. I can pay anything you ask."

"You'd feel the same even if it were a common card, right?"

"I've heard enough of your nonsense"

"There's a little something I'd like you to pick up for me at the game shop."

"You will come with us now.", "And if I were to decline?"

"I'm afraid I must insist."

"How's the old man feeling, hmm?"

"You sleaze, what have you done to him?"

"I guess playing against a champion like myself was just too much stimulation for the old fool"

"_____, you should be ashamed of yourself!"

"How could you do such a thing?"

"I taught you everything I know."

"You need help. I've got to get you to a doctor!"

"Teach that rich spoiled brat what a real duel's all about."

"Are you ready to play, runt?", "Playtime is over, ____"

"So this is how you beat my grandfather. Well now it's my turn!"

"Well played, ____. For a beginner. But how will you deal with this?"

"He's good. He knows every aspect of this game."

"You're not faring any better than the old man did."

"Power is what this game is all about, you fool. Faith is for losers like your pathetic grandfather."

"Why don't you just admit defeat?"

"I won't give up. ______'s counting on me."

"Quit your stalling or you will forfeit the match."

"You were never a match for me."

"We're right here with you."

"You've got to believe in yourself."

"You can do it. Just kick _____'s butt."

"You did it! ____, you won!"

"This can't be! My brother never loses!"

"You play only for power and that is why you lost."

"If you put your heart in the game, there is nothing you can't do."

"But how? How could I have lost to him?", "if you truly want to know, open your mind!"

"Maybe now you will begin to see."

[itjazzbicch]

Splitting Hidden Thoughts

Pairing: Mike Sydal x Fem Reader   

Summary: The reader and Mike Sydal are best friends, but one thing Mike doesn't know is how the reader truly feels about him, in more ways than one. While watching one of Mike's matches, the reader is having a private conversation with one of her friends, explaining some of her feelings, Mike's brother Matt overheards, making sure Mike knows...

Warnings:  SMUT!!!! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by:  Anon (Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  2595

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @justamess44 @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @linziland13 @yungbludjazz360  

I DO OWN THIS GIF

"Is Matt going out there with you?" I asked, staying by Mike's side while on our way to the guerrilla.

"He's going to stay back here and watch," Mike sighed, getting serious, "I want to establish that I can also be a singles competitor just like Matt did."

Mike did make a very good point and I couldn't argue about that. As his best friend, I will always respect and support his decisions. We had been friends for as long as I can remember, from when I was a rookie. Matt, Mike, and I have wrestled all over the world together and it was a good time.

"Understandable," I noted, trying to make him smile, "We all know you'll go out there and win, Mike. I'll be here rooting for you with Matt."

I put a bright smile on Mike's face, showing his appreciation by putting his arm around my shoulder till we got to the guerrilla, greeting Matt.

"I went ahead and grabbed your things for your entrance," Matt smiled, handing Mike his stuff.

"Thanks, man," He smiled, one of the crew members telling him that there were thirty seconds left. With little time left, I hugged Mike, smiling:

"Here's your good luck hug. Go win that match."

"Won't let you down," Mike promised, returning my hug.

After that, Mike was off and just a few ways from the guerrilla, Matt and I were watching the match, another one of my great friends, Kris Statlander joining us.

"Your man is on," Kris murmured to me, sitting down next to me and her words made me a bit nervous, about making me blush.

One thing I just couldn't get out of my mind is how much I wanted Mike. I wanted to be more than just friends and he could get my gears turning just with a look. Kris knew that she was the only one I believe and whenever I watched Mike, I just couldn't contain myself. Kris and I would joke around about it a little and I wasn't afraid to tell her about my feelings and she found it funny how I would make some adult comments, just admiring Mike with any given chance.

Preventing myself from biting my lip was such a hard task while watching him making his entrance, doing that famous split that always drove me wild. Watching how flexible he was, that amazing tush he had bouncing hard whenever he hit that mat. I had to put my legs together, my brain filling with wild thoughts.

"Contain yourself," Kris whispered to me, noticing how I felt.

"Trust me, I'm trying," I whispered, lowering my voice more, "You know that drives me crazy. I wonder if he could bust a split and park that Mack truck in this little garage."

"Oh my god," Kris blurted, trying to stay quiet, burying her face into her knees, "Why did you have to make that reference?"

"Leave me alone," I giggled, then just barely whispering, "Besides, I know he's packing a mac truck in there."

"You just need a pull a move and get that parked you know where," Kris responded, trying to encourage me to pull a move like usual.

"Believe me, it's tempting," I sighed, leaving our conversation at that, Mike's athletic abilities sure making it an entertaining match.

Kris had to slap my leg multiple times to pull me out of my hypnotism. Mike's flexibility, that amazing body, handsome face. How did she expect me to not be crazy about him? Not only that, the only person who probably knew Mike as I did was his brother Matt.

Mike was seriously the man of my dreams.

As expected, Mike put on a killer match, winning and when it was over, we all went back to the guerrilla to congratulate him on his victory.

"Another beautiful match," Matt smiled, hugging Mike whenever he came down the steps.

"Thanks," Mike huffed, arms opening up to me when I offered him a hug.

"You sure know how to put on a good match. Couldn't keep my eyes off that TV the entire time!" I smiled, Mike, giving me a little squeeze to thank me too.

"Let's go get you cleaned up so we can all head out," Matt commanded, taking Mike and heading off to the locker room, "Y/N, we'll meet you at the car. Sound like a plan?"

"I'll see you guys there," I sighed, going off to and getting my stuff ready.

We have always been traveling buddies too so we had a routine down that we followed religiously. Like always, we were all right on time and headed out to the hotel so we could call it a night, but something was off.

Our drive was awfully quiet which wasn't normal for us. In the back seat, I just zoned out with my earbuds in, but I noticed Matt and Mike talking quietly. Due to the music, I couldn't hear and even when I turned the music down, I still couldn't hear. I hated the fact that I couldn't read lips.

The only thing I could make out was that they were talking about me. Both of them looked up to me quickly in the review mirror multiple times and that made me beyond nervous. I stayed quiet the rest of the time, just getting my suitcase and heading into the hotel to get our keys.

Matt had his room and like usual, Mike and I shared one. Matt's room was on one of the lower floors, so he got off the elevator first. Once Matt was gone, there was nothing but awkward silence, Mike being the first to break when he asked:

"Everything alright, Y/N? You've been quiet."

All of the nervousness was beginning to come back, swallowing it down whenever I mumbled, "I'm just tired."

"That bed in our room is calling my name too, believe me," Mike chuckled, trying to provide some relief and it did make me smile.

When I got to our room, the first thing I did was take a shower, playing some music softly, trying to tell myself that nothing was wrong and the anxiety was nothing. After showering, I threw on my robe, ready to brush my hair and all, but I realized I left it that in my suitcase in the room.

So, I went back into the room, my suitcase right next to the dresser. As I bent over to reach into it, I heard Mike let out a deep breath, shirtless, scooting to the edge of the bed.

"Want to hear something pretty great that I heard tonight?" Mike smiled at me and I thought it was something about wrestling, very curious.

"You get a big match or something? If so, that's awesome!" I assumed, but I got quiet and listened carefully whenever he chuckled, looking away for a moment.

"I'm trying to remember the exact wording," Mike sighed, looking back to me, smiling, "Something about busting a split and parking that Mack truck in a little garage."

Gosh, I had never felt so embarrassed, also ready to kick Matt's butt. I forgot that he was in the room whenever I was joking with Kris. Matt must have good hearing because Kris and I were just barely whispering, like how could he have heard us? That's when I also realized that's what they were talking about in the car.

I just stared at Mike, completely frozen. My brain had nothing, no response, no way to get around it.

"You have always been good at keeping your composure and not letting anyone realize what you're thinking, but I know you best and I know, Y/N," Mike made clear.

The embarrassment grew even more and finally, I said something, standing in front of him, trying to make up for it, "Mike, you do know me best and I'm sorry that I made some inappropriate comments,"

I was going to continue, but Mike caught me off guard, my heart racing whenever he laughed at me, standing up tall, his voice growing into a sexy tone when he said, "Don't be sorry. Let me tell you, I am very good at keeping my composure and I have certain thoughts of my own."

His tongue darted across quickly while looking down at my silk robe and I just couldn't believe what was happening. I thought that I would never have a chance with Mike, but it was happening right now, making my heart going even faster.

"I'm sorry I brought this up so suddenly, but I think we both can agree that it's time to stop fighting our thoughts and express our true feelings," Mike sighed, still smiling at me, seeing how overwhelmed I was.

Mike was right. I was so tired of fighting my thoughts, wanting them to just take over, expressing my feelings by telling him, "Allow me to express mine first."

I just lost control, pull him to me, and kissing him hard. Kissing him, the sweet contact of our lips, it was better than I ever imagined, taking the time to forever remember each touch, even letting my tongue slip in a little.

Goosebumps formed all across my body, the coldness from my robe mixing with the heat steaming off my body when Mike's hands found my hips, smoothly sliding down to my ass, cupping it while he continued to return my kiss, giving a little spice of his own by biting my lower lip, hands coming back up, finding my breast.

"Someone's excited," Mike snickered, thumbs stroking my hardened nipples that were showing through my robe.

"I think I can say the same thing about you," I smirked, lifting my leg between his, sliding against his erection slowly.

"Still want me to bust a split below your equator?" Mike smirked, making a little joke of his own.

"I'm sure you're flexible enough to do it," I giggled, kissing him again, slowly untying my robe.

"You're about to find out," He whispered against my lips, my eyes drifting down to see his hands at his shorts, letting him drop to the floor.

One thing I was right about was that he was packing, biting my lip as that gave me another big rush, my adrenaline starting to pump a little like I was about to head into a match. Next, my robe fell to the floor. Mike's reaction to my body was a sight to see, not fighting his temptations whatsoever when his hands pulled me by the hips and turned me, putting me onto the bed.

At first, we took our time, wanting to explore all over one another, skin on skin while another steamy kiss began. His hands covered my breasts, giving them a good squeeze then began to fall and when they latched onto my hips, that's when I knew the real fun was going to begin.

He slowly placed me on my side, that sexy smile reappearing on his face while lifting my leg, between the two, kind of like a scissor position, but hooking my leg over his shoulder.

"I know you're flexible too," Mike smirked, tapping my ass, pushing my leg up a little higher, "Let me give you a better view."

If I wasn't turned on enough, Mike was giving me, literally what I said, picking himself up off his knees, jumping on the bed a little, and doing his split. His crown was perfectly aligned with my entrance, when he landed, it was stroking it softly, not wasting any more time when he slowly pushed into me.

"Damn, Mike," I whined, looking down to see for myself, seeing every inch slowly push into me till I was full.

"I'm just giving you what you asked for," He smirked, pulling back and then giving me a quick thrust, filling me again.

"I know," I whined, my moans growing while he continued, making sure his hips kept rolling, the tempo getting faster and making all of the pleasure add up quickly, "I love it."

I had to give him a lot of credit, he gave me exactly what I wanted and I was very impressed that he could do all of that in a split. He exceeded my expectations, it made me more curious to see what he was capable of, but with all of those quick thrusts that grew a little rough, that's all I wanted to focus on.

I'm sure he didn't mean to be rough, it was just the quickness, his hips smacking into mine. It made me feel like I was on fire with all of my nerves going nuts and I had never felt so good in my life. He always knew how to make a great time even better, his hands all over me again, teasing my breasts and nipples, soft smacks along my ass, his fingers adding to the pleasure, making my walls clamp up hard by getting my clit wet with my slick, rubbing it up and down, then in circles.

"Mike," I tried to say, but moaned his name like a prayer, giving him all of the praise with moans and babbles, my brain still trying to process everything meanwhile my body was just being poured and overloaded with pleasure.

"Am I better than you thought?" He smirked, knowing that's exactly what I thought, taking my hand while my body was just going crazy, doing whatever it wanted because the pleasure was so much, back arching and all.

"You're so damn good," I about cried, squeezing his hand hard, "You're like a god or something."

My comment made me laugh a little, "I'm just that damn good."

I never wanted this to end, but my body was about ready to give way, my lungs gasping for air. My heartbeat could be felt in every part of my body, the sound echoing in my head, the pulse in my neck and temple throbbing just as hard as my walls were.

"Oh my go-" Mike huffed, letting out some noise of his own, my body showing him how close to the edge I was, "You just want me to go even crazier huh?"

"Go crazy," I encouraged, moaning out salaciously, closing my eyes tightly, "I'm so close to cuming, Mike."

"I can tell," He panted, doubling his efforts, "Squeezing me like that, I already knew."

I took a handful of the bed sheets with both hands when Mike held my thigh hard, using it to revert to the super quickened pace, making sure he smacked my sweet spot every single time, the sound of wet skin slapping growing.

"Mike, I-" I began, my voice giving way, spots forming even with my eyes closed, like stars in the night, feeling all this moisture, it gushing out a little while he was still feeding me thrust, making me whine and moan even louder when I felt him bury himself, adding to the heat that already had me on fire.

We both needed a moment to breathe and recollect ourselves, Mike trying to relieve some of the tension in my body by massaging my leg and side, it helping a lot.

"If I knew what you were truly capable of, I would've made that comment right to you," I giggled, making him laugh too, letting my body relax more whenever he withdrew, slowly putting me on my back.

It felt like I was melting into the mattress, but able to pick up my head with a smile, returning Mike's kiss when he whispered, "I must god-like, as you said."

[one-boring-person]

You Look Nervous.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: Implied sexual content (very much implied) .

Requested by @theeblueehazee : "I have a request if you're still taking them? It's another David request because I'm vampire trash basically lol maybe a story about David really liking or evening the reader, and he wants her to meet the guys. But he's super scared of them embarrassing him in front of her or afraid that they'll scare her, period, because she's a nice but really shy person? So David makes the boys swear to be on their best behaviour but Paul and Marko don't know the meaning of it lol I just love your stories!❤❤

A/N: I'm glad you like my stories! That really makes my day 😅💛 and thank you for requesting! I hope this works for what you had in mind❤

Masterlist

"Stop picking."

I look up at the blonde biker as he reaches a gloved hand over, taking mine in his as he tries to pull my fingers from my sleeves, smiling slightly as he gives me a reassuring look, though there's something off about his behaviour. As usual, he stands leaning against his motorcycle, a cigarette between his lips as he watches the crowd, but his demeanor seems tense, his eyes flicking over the writhing hoard of people almost nervously, neck muscles taut as he cranes his head around, as if looking for something, or someone.

"Sorry." I reply quietly, casting a look over his posture again, my brow wrinkling in confusion.

Noticing my gaze, David fixes his piercing eyes on me, cocking his head a bit as he exhales a breath of smoke, eyebrows drawing together curiously.

"What?"

"Oh, well, you look kinda nervous." I inform him, biting my lip as I turn my gaze away from him, worried that I've brought up something I shouldn't have, my free hand instinctually lifting to my face, where I start to chew on my fingernails, trying not to wince when I accidentally catch one of the already bitten-down ones.

"I do? How come?" The platinum blonde queries, visibly adjusting himself, though this only proves my theory.

I go to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of loud motorcycle engines revving to my right, the blonde to my left tensing again, his jaw clenching barely noticeably as he catches sight of the riders, my own gaze turning to the newcomers. Upon seeing them, my eyes widen, weight shifting inadvertently onto the balls of my feet, as if ready to up and leave.

The closest is a tall, tanned brunette with dark eyes, his expression seemingly neutral as he makes eye contact with me, barely reacting to my presence at all, his quietness as well as the fact he is shirtless beneath his leather jacket slightly unnerving me despite the very brief flash of a smile he sends my way. Just behind him is a shorter blonde with curly hair, a broad smirk plastered across his face as he catches sight of me, his doe eyes boring into me with a mischievous glint, eyebrows raised at my presence. As if mimicking me, he lifts a thumb to his mouth, where he starts biting at it, keeping eye contact the entire time, even as he leans back to speak to the last of them. This one is a lanky Twisted Sister lookalike, his dishevelled hair and choice of attire leading me to think this, though my mind briefly short-circuits when I notice him blatantly raking his eyes over my form, the action drawing a deep blush to my cheeks as I shift again, pulling the sleeves of my jacket over my hands in slight discomfort. Seeing this, David moves so he is standing closer to me, gently pressing his chest against my back reassuringly, his hand at my hip protectively. Looking up into his face, I realise he is carrying an odd expression, as if warning the others of something.

"Damn, who brought the eye candy?" The Twisted Sister lookalike remarks in way of greeting, winking suggestively at me as he dismounts from his bike, lip between his teeth, "I'm Paul, by the way."

Swallowing, I try to fight the rising blush again, leaning back against David as much as possible for support, the solidness of his chest behind me reassuring me a little.

"(Y/n). It's nice to meet you." I make the mistake of offering him my hand to shake, surprised when the other, smaller blonde skips in ahead of Paul, scooping my hand up and lifting it to his lips, which he then uses to press a soft kiss to my knuckles. Shocked, I withdraw my hand quickly, the action far too intimate to have come from a complete stranger. Behind me, I feel David's chest vibrate as he lets out a cautionary growl of sorts, both of the other blondes giggling at this.

"I'm Marko." The short one informs me, taking my hand in his again as he uses it to pull me forwards slightly, Paul quickly slinging an arm around my shoulders as I'm helplessly dragged in towards them. I stiffen as I feel Paul nuzzle at my neck, the blonde deliberately sniffing at me, his breath hot against the skin there, though I don't feel it long, my instincts kicking in as I pull away again, accidentally knocking into Marko, who steadies me against his chest, drawing a surprised squeak from me as he smirks down at me.

"She smells great, where'd you find her?" Paul comments to David, whose jaw is clenched, his muscles rigid as he watches this exchange, reaching out to gently pull me back to him, wrapping an arm around my waist again, fingers pressing into me slightly in anger.

"Aww, come on! We won't bite..." Marko teases, bursting into a fit of giggles with Paul at some inside joke until their companion gives the latter a clip round the ear.

"Hey! I didn't make the joke!" He protests, rubbing his head a bit, clearly a bit disgruntled after this, though his friend can barely control himself.

"Doesn't mean you don't deserve it." The brunette points out, rolling his eyes in exasperation at the other two before turning back to me, "I'm Dwayne. It's nice to finally meet you, (Y/n), we've heard a lot about you."

"Y-You have?" I manage, still a little shaken after my encounter with the Terrible Two, surprised that they've heard about me at all: David doesn't seem like the type to share his feelings, seeing as he's barely told me anything about himself anyway.

"Oh yeah, we've heard all sorts." Marko butts in again, lifting an eyebrow at me as I feel my eyes widen.

"Yeah, David won't shut up about you." Paul chimes in, smirking at the platinum blonde behind me, who quickly tells him to shut up, though using much more colourful language to convey his point.

"L-like what?" Internally, I curse myself for stuttering again, knowing it's not helping my case at all.

Paul goes to respond, a smirk already pasted onto his face, only to be cut off by Dwayne.

"Nothing bad, don't worry." He confirms, looking over my head at David, who appears to send his friend a grateful glance, his icy blue eyes clouded with annoyance at the other two.

"Except that you're a bit quiet which I now see is totally true." Paul butts in again, chuckling and reaching over to tilt my head his way with one finger, admiring the deep red tinge of my cheeks, "You don't have to be. In fact, we know the perfect way to get you more...vocal."

At the insinuation behind his words, I flinch away from him, looking down as Marko and Paul erupt into fits of laughter, the two of them high-fiving each other triumphantly. A sharp crack and a grunt of pain informs me that Dwayne has once again delivered a whack around the back of each of their heads.

"Just shut up, will you? Show some respect." Dwayne scolds them, brow furrowed in irritation.

"Come on, (Y/n), let's go get some food." David finally says, having stayed quiet almost the entire time, except for the noises of anger that he let out every now and then, body becoming tenser and tenser behind me.

"Ok, sure." I agree, going to turn away from the others with a thankful smile at Dwayne, who seems the most controlled of all of them.

"Enjoy your bite to eat! Make sure you get something you can really sink your fangs into!" Marko calls after us, his laughter cut short by a screech of pain, Dwayne having finally stepped in, dragging the two troublemakers off by their ears. Beside me, David visibly stiffens, eyes closing momentarily, though I could've sworn I saw them flash yellow a second ago, the platinum blonde doing his best to remain calm as he directs me someplace else, clearly eager to get away from the others.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I wanted you to meet my friends tonight, but I didn't realise they'd behave so badly around you, though I guess I really should've seen it coming." David apologises, taking my hand in his as we walk, giving me a guilty look, "They're good friends when they're not being so inappropriate."

"It's fine, though I think they'll take some getting used to." I reassure him, squeezing his hand gently.

"I guess. That doesn't excuse their behaviour, though." He responds, frowning again, "I'm sorry, I should've warned you."

"About them being so physical, maybe, but not about them being typical friends. I'm sure I'll come to like them in time." I say to him, carefully coming to a halt beside the rear of one of the food stalls lining the Boardwalk, having figured something out, "That's what you were nervous about, wasn't it?"

"Hm? I wasn't nervous." David scoffs, smirking at me.

"You were! You were worried about how I'd react to your friends, weren't you?" I prompt him, crossing my arms over my chest with an unusual confidence I don't often feel.

"Of course I wasn't!" The blonde goes to argue, only to catch sight of my expression, rolling his eyes in defeat, "Fine, I was a bit concerned about how they'd act, and then about what you would think of them, but not a lot!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." I tease, squeaking when I suddenly find myself pinned against the wall behind me, his muscular body pressing into mine as he leans in close.

"Say that again, (Y/n)." He growls into my ear, his smooth voice making me shiver in anticipation as his breath fans hotly across my skin.

"Keep telling yourself-" I try to repeat myself, only to let out a quiet gasp of pleasure when he starts kissing at my neck, mouthing at my sweet spot as my hands snake around into his hair, his own gripping my waist, pulling my hips into his.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" David purrs against my jaw as he licks a stripe up the column of my neck, before he presses his lips against mine, deepening the kiss as soon as I reciprocate, knowing I won't be able to reply now, smirking against my lips in triumph.

What I didn't know (and wouldn't know until much later) is that he had made the boys swear to behave, only to feel a surge of possessiveness come over him when he sees Marko and Paul completely disregard their promises, now feeling the need to make it well known who I belong to, even if that means risking my dignity in public.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 1 "Pilot" & Ep 2 "Hell Week"(Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

Something really bad happened.

Did you just get your period all over yourself?

This isn't my blood.

Who told you you could have a baby here tonight?

I'm sure I can walk if I can just get some Gatorade.

I don't care if you can walk.

How are we supposed to get you to the front door without everyone seeing you all gross and postpartum?

No one wants to see that at a party.

This is super embarrassing.

I didn't even know I was pregnant.

You guys, they're playing "Waterfalls."

Is that a baby? Amazing.

I am not missing "Waterfalls" for this. "Waterfalls" is my jam.

Give the baby some mojito to quiet it down.

How do you know she's dead?

These are my minions. I don't know their names. I don't want to know their names.

I have a colonic at 10

Life is a class system.

Oh, still a lot of puke to scrub.

Yeah, you have an amazing skill at telling people what they need to hear.

I'm sorry. Did I ask you to pull down my panties and blow a compliment up my butt?

I hate sororities, and I hate you.

First of all, I'm not a lesbian.

You see, out in the real world, people just don't talk that way to other people. It's not normal.

Well, that sure sounds suspicious.

No one forced that goat to get as drunk as it got.

Historically, short people are sneaky backstabbers, like Napoleon or Paul Shaffer.

I could actually handle that you're built like a Thai ladyboy, but what I can't stand is that you think you're my heir apparent.

Don't you want me to spray-tan you?

I would honestly rather not have you around.

The police still can't figure out who filled that tank with hydrochloric acid.

It's good enough for me, and the D.A., who, last I heard, considers the case closed.

What is that skirt?

Your organization might want to find a lawyer.

I'm a pretty smart cookie.

I would not get personal with me, sweetheart.

I don't fight fair.

I am sentimental.

Look, girls are vicious, okay?

I don't have any of my own memories.

Just like we planned. Three-second silent hug, and then you leave.

Ooh, somebody call CSI, because there was a murder scene in that bathroom.

Someone puked in the sink and I'm pretty sure I saw an actual ringworm climbing up the wall. I'm not afraid of anything, but that bathroom scared the crap out of me.

This is gonna be a year of infinite possibilities.

Hold this. It's too heavy.

You didn't knock!

Look at them. They're the dregs of society.

Each one of these gashes is worse than the next.

She smells like hot dog water, and probably sprained her neck giving blumpkins down at the local bowling alley.

Look, I'm not saying that all heterosexual sex is rape. I'm saying all heterosexual sex is gross, and that deep down, every woman knows this.

All that girl's after is a whole lot of bikini burger.

Hey, girl, can I just ask you, what's up with your outfit?

God knows what they're talking about, basic bitches.

What fresh hell is this?

I need you to stay popular, 'cause if you want to stay at the top of the list of the pieces of ass I'm getting, there's criteria. And the criteria is you got to be popular.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, because I'm getting really pissed off.

Stop fake crying.

Anyone you dated would be popular. I mean, they would be popular because they're dating you.

My ego, it's super strong, ok, but it's not strong enough that I can just go around dating garbage people.

Like, yes, I could find a random girl who wasn't popular, and, yes, if I started dating her she would then become popular.

But you said you loved me.

I do sort of love you.

I would love you a lot more if other people loved you, too.

Okay, I need you to leave because you're bumming me out

We're just trying to have a nice day hitting golf balls at hippies.

Pretty girls, like you and me.

That's why I'm gonna burn your face off.

Ugh! You burned the milk!

Next time, I get you fired, or worse.

Actually, I just want a regular coffee. Those white girl pumpkin spice lattes annoy me.

I like to think of myself, uh, as an investigative reporter.

I had to get a restraining order.

I tend to get a bit passionate about things.

Look, you intentionally led me on.

You kept acting like you liked me just so you could humiliate me.

Enter, ye who dare.

I love a creepy collage.

It's about kicking the living crap out of someone when they disrespect you.

I was just in your room, where I noticed you have a sizeable shrine with evil burning candles, photos of me with my face scratched out and pairs of my stolen panties.

How about I just drown you in it?

Well, of course she's dead! You just burned her face off!

You don't die from getting your face burned off.

There's a dead woman in your kitchen.

I'm going to the authorities.

That's not how I saw it. And my witnesses agree.

You're an awful person.

Who wants cocktails?

How did my life turn into this?

Have you seen the way girls dress on this campus?

I'm sitting in the same office I used to throw bricks into.

You're awful in bed. Are you aware?

I'm gonna take a pair of your panties.

I'm gonna barf on your face unless you get out of here.

Try to figure out who gave you such disgusting mommy issues.

You loaded a dead body into a freezer.

What are you proposing?

I want to help you with your exposé, secretly feed you info.

You need eyes on the inside.

I don't know what to do with the body.

Are you saying dead bodies don't turn you on?

You are so lame, you know that?

God, I love all that death stuff.

Show me the body.

Show me the dead body.

This blood oath will ensure solidarity among us. We are all related now.

I just Googled "blood oath" and this is what came up.

What does this oath even mean?

I just need you all to not say anything about what happened, and I figured a blood oath was cheaper than buying you all presents.

Wait, what about STDs?

Idiot, you don't get STDs from blood oaths.

You get STDs from dirty toilet seats and drinking the water in Mexico.

Um, "STD" stands for "sexually transmitted disease," which means that it's transmitted sexually.

When were you in Mexico?

You know what, forget the blood oath.

I can't stay silent!

I'm calling my mom, and I'm going home.

Okay, Pissy Spacek, you and I have a few differences we need to iron out.

I want you to be one of my minions.

It's the gateway to the top of the heap.

You put on a good front, but you're miserable.

Don't you think any of that has anything to do with the fact that you've created an atmosphere based solely on negativity and raw ambition?

Can we talk for real for a second, please?

I mean, you're so confident without being mean. What antidepressants are you on?

Don't you see that all that's happened isn't a crisis? It's an opportunity.

Yeah, no, I tried. See, I really tried. But all of this flowery, peace-on-Earth crap, it makes me want to puke.

You haven't even seen half of what I'm capable of!

Totally spit in your coffee, bitch.

I don't mean to be a contrarian, but I'm enjoying this.

Is that killer noises or am I hallucinating?

I'm gonna ask one more time, will you speak up?

What can you tell us about the murder?

There's an exodus right now.

The risks are real, but we need to close ranks.

I don't feel comfortable with a man protecting me. It's representative of the patriarchal, post-colonial culture that encourages violence against women.

We buy a pig and feed it the body. Pigs will eat anything.

Don't go skating on those poop lagoons, because if you fall in, you'll drown in the poop and come springtime, there'll be nothing left of your body.

Here's what you should do. Pulverize her teeth, burn off her fingerprints, and disfigure her face. Once her body is unrecognizable, we can create an incision on her inner thigh and drain out all of her bodily fluids. That'll give us more time to deconstruct the body.

Truly grinding down a body takes a lot of work. You need a really good food processor, and you run the risk of fouling the plumbing, which is why you should only do it if you know how to clear out meat and bones from a drain pipe.

I'm willing to help in any way possible.

You're obviously a psychopath and those ideas are insane!

Why are you trying to terrify us?

Can I call you Mom?

I feel so loved and protected by all of you.

Actually, it's a new pop culture trend where young women desperately in need of role models call other girls they look up to Mom.

I thought you'd be cool with it.

I mean, I did just give you several ways to dispose of a body.

Okay, fine. Just stop talking.

You are so friggin' creepy!

Someone just mowed off a deaf girl's head in our backyard.

I mean, as you can see, I'm not licensed to carry a sidearm.

Wait, so you don't have a gun?

I have pepper spray. And I have a walkie talkie that I can use to call the police, who do have guns.

What good are you?

Get the hell out of there. Run away, real fast.

Now, I would give you my number, but my cell phone is off right now.

If you want the place clean, maybe you shouldn't have burned the maid's face off.

Don't you wonder what's in there?

People have been whispering about that house for years, that it's haunted, that something really bad happened. I mean, there's no way there isn't some real-life story behind it, right?

I'm gonna have to break in.

I mean, I don't think anyone's gonna get killed in the 30 minutes we make out, right?

Can you stop talking?

You're kind of ruining whatever was good about it.

Please try to understand the situation I'm in.

I don't give a rat's ass about your job.

You know, I find good parenting incredibly attractive.

You're a snoopy little bugger.

Whose bloody clothes are those?

Supposedly, it was a super fun party.

We're all gonna pay for this.

I think it's all crap. Just a myth.

What happened to the baby?

Sometimes I picture myself like Derek Jeter, you know?

I'm gonna choke you out.

There's a serial killer on the loose.

Please don't say you want to choke me.

I'd love having sex with your corpse.

I'm sorry. This isn't working for me.

Well, I sort of am your boyfriend, and I'm protecting you by having sex with you.

No! I don't need a man to protect me.

How could I have wasted this much time?

Is my self-esteem really that low?

I'm sorry. I think we need to take a break.

I need you to leave right now!

You know, it would really help me feel better if I could just crawl into bed with you for a few minutes.

Are you gonna touch my wiener, or you gonna leave my wiener alone?

I'll leave your wiener alone.

Where are your hands?

He has a huge boner!

Why don't you go in there and ogle his big old boner?

Okay, uh, first of all, I'm not gonna go ogle his big old boner, because I'm not gay.

Look, I'm sorry everybody wants to have sex with me. Okay? I can't help that.

I'm hot. Everybody wants to get with this. Women, men, animals in the zoo, plants, probably.

You're gonna have to go right now, 'cause I am breaking up with you.

Excuse me, I broke up with you!

I regretted what I said, and I just wanted to come here and tell you that I am so sorry.

Well, I accept your apology. And now I'm breaking up with you.

Do you know why I'm breaking up with you?

You can't deal with how hot I am.

Sorry, I just broke up with you.

Can you please put some clothes on?

Um, they said, uh, I shouldn't be alone, you know, in case I fall asleep and die.

Can I just get you a robe or something though?

So you're saying I'm the killer?

Okay, this isn't about me thinking you're boyfriend material.

God, I was so gonna go to third base with you tonight, too.

What if we stapled their earlobes?

Private like the parts on a man you like putting in your mouth?

I want to publicly come out as gay on my own.

I mean, you guys have to accept everybody, right?

I actually think that's illegal.

I will come after you, do you understand that? I will destroy you.

I trust you'll consider my offer.

Name one bad thing that ever happened at a Best Buy parking lot.

You're just, like, super attractive.

Um, well, I was trying to be inconspicuous.

It's better than losing your life.

I have a thing for playlists.

Someone's got a poo belly.

Sweet Yeezus, I don't even know where to begin with you.

Bitch, I'm about to smack you so hard, your tampon's gonna pop out.

I heard screaming.

So you think the serial killer is still up there?

Upstairs to get the killer before he gets away!

You just said that you think the killer is up there, and that's where you want to go?

This is freakin' terrifying!

The killer is in the house! You hear me?

I need my damn inhaler.

What, am I supposed to be scared?

Don't even come out. We plan on getting drunk, and I don't want your bad attitude ruining it.

We're headed down to White Stallion to pick up some sluts, baby!

Yes, okay, I burned her slightly, but stop saying that I killed her.

That was a tragic accident.

I am a kind and devoted and loving friend to all.

I'm not some crazed psychopath.

Maybe you're the killer.

I will not be put on trial.

The truth is we don't know who the killer is, and, yes, I suppose it could be someone in this room.

You want to go first?

I banged, like, 50 chicks.

What took you so long?

[fire-angel]

DRAGON HEART

Firebender x ???

Hey guys, just anted to say that if you want, you can request one shots. Also dm me if you want to be tagged to be updated with this series.

Also the parts are somewhat long because I try to fit a whole episode in each part.

Prologue       Part 1

PART 2

A few days ago we left the Northern Air Temple, so much happened in the little time we stayed there. I was starting to get along with everyone, except for Sokka that is, we always seem to argue and maybe it's because he hates me??? Because I was Fire Nation, but that's my past. Anyways, the people living in the air temple gifted me a new set of clothes and even warm coats for my journey to the North. I am so thankful for them.

We are now headed towards the North Pole so Aang and Katara can find a water bending master.

"I'm not one to complain, but can't Appa fly any higher?" Sokka says indeed complaining.

Appa does seem tired, we're getting lower and lower to the ocean.

"I have an idea-" Aang says looking back "-why don't we all get on your back and you can fly us to the North Pole?"

"I'd love to! Climb on everyone-" he wiggles his butt at everyone "-Sokka's ready for takeoff!"

Momo jumps up on Sokka in response to his invitation.

"Look, we're all just a little tired and cranky because we've been flying for two days straight." I tell them and Katara agrees.

"And for what?" Sokka exclaims "We can't even find the Northern Water Tribe. There's nothing up here."

Suddenly a noise is heard up ahead. Ice is moving rapidly towards Appa. We all scream and Aang pulls Appa's reigns and avoids the ice, but almost tips us all off the saddle. Appa then moves as another jet of ice erupts out of the waves, but this one slams into Appa's underside, who drops in an uncontrolled spin into the water. Out of the icebergs several ornate wooden skiffs come to surround us.

"They're waterbenders! We found the Water Tribe! " She shouts with excitement.

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Aang gets up " There it is! "

"The Northern Water Tribe..." Katara continues

"We're finally here..." i whisper in awe.

The water benders leads us into their village and through the canals.

The city is loaded with beautiful streams, waterfalls and fountains. They pass another boat with a waterbender and a beautiful young Water Tribe woman with white hair, Sokka focuses on her, blushes and tried to follow her by running down Appa's tail.

"This place is beautiful." Katara says

"Yeah, she is." Sokka replied while looking dreamily at the girl from the boat.

I roll my eyes and look away. From what Katara told me, it seemed to me like he was friendly with a girl from Kyoshi Island a few weeks ago. I start to chuckle.

Sokka turns to me with a serious face "What's your deal?"

"Oh nothing nothing" I wave him off.

Later on we were invited to see the Chief because he wanted to celebrate the Avatars arrival. Katara and I finished getting ready and met up with the boys outside as we started to head out towards their palace.

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We arrive and we take our seats at the table, Katara to my right and Sokka to my left.

I'm admiring everything around us until i hear Sokka whisper.

"You should probably keep to yourself that you're a fire bender-"Wow is he trying to look out for me- " we don't want you scaring people off and ruining the mood if everything"

Ouch. How can he say that? I feel my skin starting to get hot as I was starting to turn that sadness into anger and noticed I was starting to melt a hole on the table and I quickly took my hands away.

"And what's the deal with you literally burning up like some-" Sokka was gonna continue but the Chief was about to speak.

"Tonight, we celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe, and they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now. The Avatar! We also celebrate my daughter's 16th birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age.

Princess Yue is walking towards us.

Sokka looks at her with wide eyes.

"Thank you, father. May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times."

"Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform! " the Chief indicates.

As the waterbending show continues, a figure walks behind us and sits down next to Sokka. It’s Princess Yue.

"Hi, there. Sokka, Southern Water Tribe. " He says trying to act all cool.

Princess Yue smiles and bows slightly "Very nice to meet you."

"So... uh... you're a Princess!” She nods and smiles “You know, back in my tribe, I'm kinda like a Prince myself!" He says

I just couldn't hold it in " Ha! Prince of what? "

Now an angry Sokka looking back at me "A lot of things! Uh, do you mind? I'm trying to have a conversation here!"

With a smirk on my face I mock a bow "My apologies, Prince Sokka."

Sokka turns to Yue and attempts to flirt by asking her to do an "activity" or something. What the spirits

Very smooth.

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It's the morning and I'm left alone to wander around the town. Aang and Katara are getting trained, Sokka went to find the princess and I am currently walking up a mountain of ice so I can be high enough to feel the Sun and do some meditation.

I come back to our place at nightfall to see everyone except Sokka is back.

"What did you do today Y/N? Practice your fire bending?" asked Aang.

"No, I was told to not even try that while I'm here, so I just did some meditating"

"What? Who told you that?" Aang asked me seriously concerned "Momo I told you to be nice"

"Don't worry” I laughed  “it wasn't Momo and I understand"

Sokka walks in all mopey.

"How's warrior training going?" Katara asked.

In response Sokka kicks a bag on the floor in anger, falls to his knees, and then flops on the bag, using it as a pillow.

"That bad?" Aang asks him.

"No, it's Princess Yue. I don't get it. One minute she wants to go out with me and the next she's telling me to get lost! So how's waterbending training?"

I sit up excited to hear about how it went, but Katara flops onto her sleeping bag, depressed.

“Master Poophead won't teach her because she's a girl." Aang replied.

"Why don't you just teach her, Aang? " I suggest.

Katara raises her head with a smile "Why didn't I think of that? At night, you can teach whatever moves you learned from Master Pakku. That way you have someone to practice with and I get to learn waterbending. Everyone's happy!"

"I'm not happy." Sokka cuts in

"But you're never happy. Come on, Aang."

They go off.

"Hey Y/N, I’ve been thinking about it and I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. It isn’t fair to you. It's just, we've never had a good experience with fire benders. Katara and I personally, we lost our mother because of the Fire Nation..."

I just listen to his story without saying a word until he finished. He tells me about how his mother died and how they are being constantly chased by the Fire Nation because of Aang.

"Look Sokka, I understand the fear and the hate, I really do. I know how dangerous and destructive fire bending and the Fire Nation can be. When I was young, my parents died giving their life for the Fire Nation and so I was raised by my grandfather Jeong Jeong. Growing up I had many try to train me fire bending but they all quit on me because my fire bending was ‘too different’ and at times ‘out of control’. They thought of it as a weakness for the Nation and their pride.....You've seen it first hand, my emotions is like some kind of fuel to it. I burn up every time my feelings get strong and sometimes lose control over it."

"Yeah, like what happened back with Master Jeong Jeong after Aang burned Katara" Sokka recalls.

"Yeah, I end up hurting the people I care about" I look down and take a deep breath before I continue "With time my grandfather realized how wrong the Nation was and their beliefs and decided to escape with me. We barely made it out alive. My grandfather later trained me to have some control over my bending through meditation. He says I'm more powerful than I realize, and that that's why the Nation didn't want me, because they were afraid or something...but now he's gone too."

"Hey, you have us now. We'll be your family and we can help you." He reassures.

"Thanks Sokka. You did have a point though, I should try to keep myself under cover because if the Fire Nation finds out who I am, then we'll be an even bigger target."

"Yeah, we'll protect you Y/N. I promise" he smiles.

Suddenly Aang and Katara comes in with a face with mixed emotions. They sit down and tell us what happened when they tried to train and how Master Pakku caught them and kicked Aang out from his training. We decided to go the next morning to talk to the chief and try to negotiate.

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"What do you want me to do?" says Chief Arnook "Force Master Pakku to take Aang back as his student?"

"Yes – please!" I try to reason for them.

"I suspect he might change his mind if you (looking at Katara) swallow your pride and apologize to him." He says.

"Fine." Katara says clearly unhappy.

"I'm waiting, little girl." Master Pakku smugly says.

"No! No way am I apologizing to a sour old man like you!" As Katara speaks, cracks open in the floor beneath her. She ends up by pointing directly at Master Pakku, her finger almost in his face.

"Uh, Katara..." Aang begins to say

Katara has a look of challenge on her face "I'll be outside – if you're man enough to fight me!"

You can hear a group of gasps

"I'm sure she didn't mean that." I try to say.

"Yeh, I think she did." Sokka replies.

We start to go after Katara this is halfway down the steps of the palace.

"Are you crazy, Katara? You're not gonna win this fight!" Sokka tries to knock some sense into her.

Katara takes off her coat and throws it at Sokka, hitting him in the face "I know! I don't care!"

"You don't have to do this for me. I can find another teacher." Aang tries to reason

"I'm not doing it for you! Someone needs to slap some sense into that guy!" She tels them.

The boys look at me for some help.

"Guys She has a point, I mean if I had a chance to show my old teachers that I was worth bejng taught, I think I would have"

As we reach the bottom of the steps, Master Pakku appears.

"So, you decided to show up?" Katara starts to say but He walks past her "Aren't you gonna fight??

"Go back to the healing huts with the other women where you belong." He says without even glancing her way.

3rd POV

Insanely angry, Katara draws a water whip out of the ground and whips Pakku on the back on the neck. He stops

Master Pakku finally faces her " Fine. You want to learn to fight so bad, study closely! "

He begins to bend and Katara runs towards him but he flings her backwards.

Master Pakku mockingly says "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!"

Pakku creates a whirlpool and it begins to constrict, but before Katara is knocked back down she swings her arm, almost as if she were swinging a baseball bat, deflecting the wall of water off on a different trajectory. Cut to a shot of the spectators, including Aang and Sokka. The errant wall of water hits Sokka

“OW!”

Katara runs at him with a water whip. He raises a ramp of ice in front of her which she slides up and then back flips off, landing neatly on the guardrail of the citadel steps behind him. Pakku liquefies the ramp and throws it at her while catching her feet in ice. The wave breaks around Katara, however, as she bends it out of the way.

"You can't knock me down!" She says

The crowd formed starts to cheer

"Go Katara!" Aang shouts.

"You got this Katara!" Y/N encourages.

The fight goes on and Master Pakku is still decided on not teaching Katara.

Katara now standing in front of Pakku, but Master pakku sends shards of ice towards her, the shards land closely all around her. She is trapped. She struggles in vain against her prison of ice, her hands and arms unable to move.

Master Pakku walks towards her "This fight is over."

"Come back here! I'm not finished yet!" Katara yells.

"Yes, you are." he replied. He stops in surprise, picking up the necklace that fell from Katara's neck during the fight.

"This is my necklace!" He says with wonder.

"No it's not, it's mine! Give it back!" She tells him."

"I made this sixty years ago – for the love of my life." He continued saying.

Katara's ice prison liquefies behind him, freeing her "For Kana."

"My Gran-Gran was supposed to marry you?" Katara says in awe.

Master Pakku still holding the necklace, sadly says "I carved this necklace for your grandmother when we got engaged. I thought we would have a long, happy life together. I loved her."

"But she didn't love you, did she? It was an arranged marriage." Katara says.

The Princess' eyes water.

Katara walks up to Pakku "Gran-Gran wouldn't let your tribe's stupid customs run her life. That's why she left. It must have taken a lot of courage."

Proncess Yue begins to cry openly and runs away.

"Go get her." Y/N tells Sokka and nod to her direction.

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[juupajaa]

I've been struggling with this but I don't feel like I'm in recovery (maybe quasi recovery at most). I restored my weight over the summer by drinking and b/p-ing, and then after that just decided to eat a little healthier (as in eating a little more and with more variety) with some exercise added in (which I haven't actually done 😬). I kept gaining weight though and I hit one of those pesky trigger numbers so now I'm freaked out by eating like a normal person again and hide my body as much as I can. My partner will talk me down during ED related spirals and keep telling me that I still made a choice to get better and I'm stronger than I actually know. I keep grappling with those concepts though because I didn't choose recovery so it feels like I'm lying to him even though he's well aware of my behaviors. Plus, because I'm not recovering it feels like I don't need to hold myself as accountable if that makes sense? Any advice or reassurance or even just a kick in the butt?

Hmm, I'd honestly take some time off. You've been running in circles with your ed and it sounds like you're not even sure what you want right now. Obviously you have to reach some conclusion sooner or later. You're going to burden your partner and you're going to torture yourself if you keep going like this.

Maybe if you dedicated a month for kind of just resting and gathering yourself, you'd get some time to think about these things? Maybe you need to go through your dreams and desires a little and ground yourself enough to get a clearer picture of what you actually want from the future and your life in general. I doubt it's to be sick all the time and to keep feeling like this. I'd also consiser getting some sort of therapy going on, so you can talk to someone who is outside of your day to day. Your partner sounds amazing and don't be afraid to ask him for support when you need him, but you have to realise also that it's unfair for you to keep him in this situation if you yourself don't try to make things better as well.

Take some time off, take it easy and teally think about what kind of a life you want. You need to get motivated to get better. Remember that you can choose recovery whenever, and it's a choise we have to make everyday, whenever those disordered thoughts come. It's a lot of grinding and repeatedly going through the discomfort of ignoring your disordered thoughts, but that's how healing happens. It's sucky work, but that's why we need to get our dreams and ambitions clear in our head. And they don't have to be big ambitions. Just "getting to relax again" is fine too if nothing else comes to mind yet.

Keep going babe, I believe in you and I believe that you're going to get to a place where you can just chill and feel ok 🤗💖

[etlunainmorte]

“May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?”

"I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe. But, the idea of doing those things alone,… do not please me, at all.”

“Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?”

“Those scars,… symbolize the true enjoyment and will that you felt doing that special something you adore. Those feet, my Lady,… I would kiss,… over,… and over again,… if I could,… ”

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

“Those feelings you have for me, I’m afraid we do not share them mutually.” 

"I do feel obliged to tell you that I’ am not the person you seem to know. I’ am neither a good person, nor a hero you consider. In fact, I’ am the villain of your story. And I, may I add, only helped you because you seem so,… useless. Why would you even take up this massive commission in the first place? You are not as half as strong as the weakest Devil Hunter here to begin with. You are just a weak human who relies on others for survival."

“I choose,… POWER!”

"ENOUGH!"

You woke up to the sound of his frightening voice that seemed to rattle the whole place. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness inside your room as you hysterically felt for the things around you. And when your cold and trembling hands reached what felt like the soft and smooth bed covers you haven't used for what seemed like ages, your heart felt like it would shatter. You know he was there, just outside your dark and suffocating room, and you knew full well that if you get up, walk to that door, and open it, you will see him.

But, at the same time, you knew you can't.

How you've wanted so much to go to him, to throw yourself at him, to embrace him, and tell him that you love him very much but, you know you can't.

"I choose,... POWER!"

Those were the words that he told you after you bore your whole, fragile heart to him. It,... hurt you, and you knew you would be lying if you said it didn't. It hurts, and you could never deny that fact.

Then, darkness. You couldn't remember anything else after that. What happened after that? And how long ago was that? A week? A month? A year?

You tried to move an inch, however, an unbelievable sensation of pain hit your mid - section, your arms, and your legs. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle the scream of horrified pain that tried to escape from it as you heard some more, incomprehensible noises outside. It seemed that he was not alone. There were others,...

... but you didn't have any idea who they were,...

... only that they sounded familiar.

With a huge amount of effort, you carefully sat up as you propped up on your elbows, still feeling the excruciating pain in your body. You carefully swung your right leg off the edge of the bed first, followed by your left one. When you felt the coldness of the floor through your toes, you slowly put your feet down, then tried to stand,...

... only for you to collapse and scramble on the floor. You swiftly covered your mouth once more and closed your eyes as you stopped yourself from screaming and crying.

Everything hurts. Everything.

You remained on the floor curled up like this as your tears fell silently from your face. Your arms on your stomach and your legs folded, you stayed there, embracing the coldness and loneliness and waiting for those ear - shattering sounds to subside. And when they finally did, you took a deep breath and tried to stand once more. It became awfully quiet but, you couldn't care less. At least, they were gone. He was gone.

And that was entirely better compared to him pushing you away and physically and emotionally hurting you yet again.

With a slight limp, you made your way towards the door, and,...

All of a sudden, you heard it - a knock. On your front door.

Your hand abruptly left the doorknob as the knock became more and more impatient. You were about to go back to your own bed, cover yourself with those heavy bed sheets, and pretend that you didn't hear anything, when you heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, V! You forgot something at the shop!"

What,... ?

Despite the pain in your stomach and limbs, you flung open the door and sped towards the front door, ignoring the mess in the living room and even failing to notice your precious antique record on the table. You grabbed the brass doorknob, flung open the door, and,...

"Whoa, Babe! You don't look so good - "

The man was startled when you threw yourself into his arms, and when he felt your body trembling as you let out those tears of agony, he couldn't help but feel even more protective towards you.

You looking so sad and broken and vulnerable,...

... it simply tore his heart apart.

He,... could not bear it!

"I'm sorry, Dante!" He heard your muffled sob. You were making his jacket wet with tears but, he didn't care.

He didn't care.

Because he only cared about you.

"I'm so sorry,..."

Wrapping his arms around your fragile frame, he said, "Why are you saying that?! You did nothing wrong, (Y/N)! You - "

"I'm sorry - !"

The man grabbed your shoulders and looked straight into your red and puffy eyes.

"Alright, babe." He told you straight in the face without so much as a hesitation. "You're coming with me."

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I See My Future Before Me - Alternate Endings

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To Dante, staying low and quiet for almost three months felt agonizing enough. He could only take small Demon hunting jobs for a while so as not to raise any suspicion. Hell, he even took a different name and went as far as Gaoltown ( where there was little to no demonic activity ) past Swan Lane where no one would recognize him. Not to mention putting Morrison in charge of Devil May Cry during his absence ( he just couldn't trust anyone, even Trish or Lady, for this ). 

Well, despite this meager choice of a lifestyle, Dante still miraculously pulled through. He often volunteered for farm work when he has no Demon hunting commissions, helping with the harvest ( people were kind enough to let him take home some fruits and vegetables after a hard day's work ) or taking care of the cattle ( the sheep were all nice to him, so were the cows but, all of the goats seemed to share the same interest of kicking him in the butt for some reason ). His new neighbors, a cute old couple ( who honestly looked like an old couple from a fairy tale ), although a bit suspicious of him at first, came to really like him, often giving him meals so he would not go out of town to procure some. The simple rural days felt so calm and peaceful, and the quiet nights felt so serene and cool, unlike the always busy and chaotic atmosphere of Red Grave.

Over time, the humble rural life of Gaoltown has grown on Dante, and soon enough, he has learned to accept his new life as a simple man with simple pleasures.

And the girl who was living with him? The people came to love her, as well, just like how they've grown to love him.

"You will take long?" You asked as you watched Dante prepare for another Demon hunting commission ( this time, a pair of Hell Judecas bothering the Gaoltown mayor's family ), confused as to the sudden change in his demeanor. Normally, his missions only lasted for a few hours, four to five, tops.

But, now, he said that the mission would take an entire day to do.

And for only a couple of Hell Judeca's? That sounded so suspicious,...

The Legendary Devil Hunter, whose skin has become tan due to many hours outside helping the neighbors with farm work, looked up and gave you that charming boyish smile. "You sound like a worried wife."

You sighed as you shook your head. "I' am worried. There are only two Demons. It shouldn't take you an hour or so." You placed the kitchen towel impatiently on top of the wooden table and stepped closer towards him. "Tell me, why do you need a whole day to do this?"

The man stood up and gently laid his callous hands on your cheeks. "And now, you sound like a jealous wife."

"Stop that, please,..." You uttered as you shook Dante's hands off and turned away from him. You went towards the window and stared at the peaceful scenery, unable to explain the sudden heaviness in your heart upon hearing those words from Dante.

A worried wife? A jealous, worried wife?

Impossible!

"Impossible,..." You whispered.

"What is?" Dante, who had preternatural hearing, being a half - Demon, and all, asked, walking towards you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Nothing." You said, facing him and looking straight into his eyes. "You'll be late. Go now."

To this, Dante only scratched his head in confusion. "Alright, then. I'll see you later."

"Yeah." You answered, getting your stitch work from the sofa and picking up where you left off. "Take care."

Dante's words were still ringing quite clear into your head as the hot and lazy day passed. As usual, the grandma from next door visited you once more to bring you lunch but, this time, she also gave you some linens you might find useful later on. That little boy from the farm where Dante often helped came and read books with you again. He even gave you flowers, the adorable little thing. Said he wanted to marry you when he grew old. You even managed to finish the laundry and the rest of your chores a few minutes before twilight.

For three months, your quiet life went like this. At first, you felt uncomfortable with it, being a person who was so used to traveling and doing lots of activities. But now, the silent life felt like a blessing to your tired body and battered mind. You have learned to be content with the things you currently have, you have learned to appreciate nature even more,...

... and most importantly,...

... you now see Dante in a different light. He,... changed. And not for worse. Your three months of stay in Gaoltown has taught the both of you a lot of things, simplicity, hard work, appreciation,...

... your isolation from the rest of the people you knew has taught you how to appreciate Dante even more.

Well, not that the man has been unkind to you, no. Somehow, it felt like you haven't acknowledged the man enough for all of his hard work. He even chose this kind of life for your own well - being despite knowing all of the consequences. He even did his best in fulfilling his promise to you that no one would ever find out that you're here, hence, all that secrecy and staying low away from everyone.

And honestly? He did all that wonderfully and without a hint of the slightest hesitation.

Just for you.

Of course, the pain was still there. After all, it was evident with the scars on your body and the changes you've recently been going through. You don't want Dante to know about this but, you were feeling as though you were getting weaker and weaker as the days passed, like a battery that was getting closer to its limit. Waking up every morning and getting up from bed felt like a huge struggle, and doing simple chores took most of your strength. Hell, even your hair looked different. Most of its strands were still (H/C) but, should one make the effort of taking a closer look at it, one would surely notice the strands of silver - grey here and there.

And just now, just this morning, you felt,... different. Calmer. More at peace,...

You knew you're time was coming. And Dante being gone for a full day? It felt really frightening.

You were so scared to go without Dante by your side.

Did you learn how to love him just like how he loved you? No. Of course, you were still in love with that man, and Dante knew that. He respected that, even though it hurt him too much deep inside. It broke him.

And still, despite knowing all that, he persevered for you. He may not say it to you outright but, he knew what was going on with you. He noticed your difficulty in getting up each morning. He observed how the simplest of chores would take the most out of you. And most importantly, he knew all about your granny hair problem.

Dante knew but, he never spoke up about it.

And now, as the clock struck six in the evening, you sat in front of your door, waiting for Dante to arrive,...

... only for someone else to come.

You looked up, stood, and took a few steps back. And in shock and fright, you turned away and tried to close the door, only for the visitor to take hold of your arm.

"Hon, talk to me, please!"

"Nico, leave me alone,..."

The Artisan only tightened her grip on your arm as she forced you to look her in the eyes.

"Girl, listen to me." Nico pleaded as quietly as she could so no one would notice the two of you in such a situation. "V has been lookin' all over for ya! But, for some reason, he can't see ya! He is worried sick about ya!"

That name,...

"I - i d - don't know who you're talking about,..." You stuttered as you felt your heart being crushed all over again.

The man,... actually looking for you?

Impossible!

Impossible,...

"What?! Aww, come on! I know Dante has been hidin' ya! Morrison is way too suspicious. And I'm right! Ye're here all along!"

"Nico, can you please leave me alone?" You pleaded for the second time, avoiding her eyes so she won't see you crying. But, it was no use. Nico just wouldn't be budged.

"No! V has changed! He loves ya! He still does! And he wants the two of you to start all over again! He,... wants to make it up to ya! Right every mistake he has done,..." And as if in an effort to throw all of her trump cards at the table for her to win this battle, she desperately added, "V,... can't live without you!"

For a moment, you stopped struggling against her. You took a deep breath, and exhaled, dragging the air out of your lungs as long as possible. You wanted to calm down, you do.

Yes, you love him. You still do.

But,...

... it was too late.

"Where is he?" You asked, making your voice softer.

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"Babe, I'm home!" Dante greeted you a few hours later as he entered the house.

"Dante, I'm right here!" You called. The man followed your voice and found you sitting on the sofa in the dark living room.

"Eh, it's too dark in here! Why don't we - ?"

"No!" You cut him off as he was about to turn on the lights. "Please."

Dante only raised his eyebrow in confusion. "O - kay?" Shrugging your strange behavior off, he brought what he was carrying to the middle of the room and placed it on the floor near the windows. "I think it's time we liven things up in here! It's getting a bit boring!"

In the darkness of the room with only the moonlight as your guide, you observed how Dante arranged and connected some wires to the thing he just brought, and a few moments later, the thing lit up, brightening the whole room.

It was a television, and connected with it was a decent dvd player that must've cost Dante a huge sum of money.

"Had to go back to Red Grave to purchase these." Dante smugly confessed. "Hey, I'm sorry I wasn't able to buy Titanic and Dracula for you. They're sold out!"

"What did you get?"

"This."

"Here's Charles Muntz piloting his famous,... "

Your eyes widened at the wonderfully colorful sight before you. 

" ... is there nothing he cannot do?! Yes! As Muntz himself says,... "

"ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE! Look out, Mount Rushmore!"

"I, ah, hope you like Pixar." Dante asked as he sat on the floor next to your form.

"It's great." He heard your simple answer. "Pixar is great."

With Dante's head on your lap, the two of you watched as the two characters interacted, how they met, and what started their romance.

"I saw where your balloon went. Come on! Let's go get it. My name is Ellie."

"I thought that's a boy!"

"Dante, it's clearly a girl."

"What? I don't get it!"

"Just watch!"

"There it is! Well, go ahead."

"Ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you, kid."

"Agh, Dante, just - !"

"Okay, okay,..."

"Go on! 

"AAAGGGHHH!"

"Told ya,..."

"Oh, poor kid,..."

"HEY, KID!"

"AHH! Ouch!"

"Thought you might need a little cheering up! I have something to show ya!"

...

"I' am about to let you see something I have never shown to another human being. EVER! In my life! You'll have to swear you will NOT tell ANYONE! Cross your heart! DO IT!"

"Aww, that's so cute."

"Really? That seems creepy to me."

"You know what's even creepier, Dante?"

"What?"

"Lady and Trish taking over your shop."

"Oh, right,..."

"MY ADVENTURE BOOK! You know him: Charles Muntz, explorer! When I get big, I'm going where he's going: South America! It's like America but, it's South!"

Dante felt a gentle hand caressing his hair, and he fought the urge to take it and kiss it.

But, somehow,...

... it felt weaker.

And you,...

... you sounded different.

"You know, you don't talk much. I LIKE YOU!"

"(Y/N),..."

"Please,..."

Dante felt his breath hitch when you prevented him from seeing your face.

What,... exactly is going on?!

"Babe, you okay?"

"Yes! As fine as I'll ever be."

"(Y/N), tell me the truth, please."

"I'm fine. Don't worry. And, Dante?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For the television. But, really. You should've told me earlier you're gonna be late because of it."

"Ahh, you sound like a jealous wife again."

"Hmm,... maybe?"

"(Y/N)," Dante began, trying his very best to see your face but, you just wouldn't let him.

Not now.

"Babe, please, tell me what's wrong. Are you hurt? Did something happen? Did - ?"

"Dante, listen to me very carefully." With those words, the man felt your caress once more as you tried to calm him down, all the while preventing him from seeing your face. And your voice,... it sounded so,... "Thank you,... for this house."

"(Y/N),...?"

"Thank you,... for this quiet and humble life. Thank you for taking care of me. For your hard work. For accepting me into your life. For,... accepting me as I' am, flaws, quirks, everything. Thank you,... for your unconditional love."

And to those words you just uttered, Dante felt his whole world collapse before him.

He knew what you meant.

He knew.

Ah,...

"T - the screen," Dante stuttered, his voice failing him as he felt that burning sensation in his eyes once more. And he hated it. " ... it's getting blurry! I should have it changed first thing in the morning - "

"STAY." You almost yelled, your cracking voice giving you away. "Please."

And Dante couldn't do anything.

"I - i'm sorry." The man cried. "I,... f - failed you! I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry,..."

"No! You didn't! You did,... wonderfully. And you sound like I'm gonna leave you. That hurts."

"Aren't you?"

"Who told you?"

"Well,..."

You hummed as you bent and wrapped the man in your arms. "I'm not gonna leave you, Dante. I,... might be,... going somewhere,... but, my spirit will stay with you. I will continue to watch over you. I will stay with you,... for as long as it takes. I will never,... leave your side."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

The man felt your soft lips ghost the top of his head, and this only made him hold onto the fragile arms wrapped around him even tighter. He would cherish this moment, this very moment, for as long as he lived.

For as long as he breathed.

"Let's watch, Dante Sparda."

"Alright, (Y/N) (L/N)."

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❤ @la-vita and @clevermentalitybeliever . ❤

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A few hours earlier,...

"Where is he?" You asked, making your voice softer.

"Somewhere!" Nico answered. "He could see us right now. He could hear us."

You smiled. "If he could hear me, then,..." You cleared your throat and made your voice a bit louder despite your failing lungs. "Listen very carefully, V.

"I,... love you. I still do. And I missed you so much. So much it hurts. I still love you,… despite everything. I tried to get you out of my mind, to forget that I've known you. To forget that I have fallen deeply in love with you for the very short time we've been together. And it hurts,... so much,... to know that I will not be able to see you again, that I will not be able to talk to you again. That I will never hear your voice again as you read to me your favorite poems.

"If I could only go back in time, I would prevent all the pain and suffering from happening. I will tell you to run as far away as you can from that place. I don’t care what happens to Red Grave! I will,... save the both of us from that huge blunder. Maybe then, we could start all over again, to get to know each other again. Maybe we could take another shot at it.

"But, it is too late. I'm,... dying, V. Very soon, I will leave this world, and you will be left devastated. However, you have a wonderful life ahead of you. So,... go. Do everything that I told you: travel the whole world, watch all kinds of movies, eat popcorn and lots of junk food, go fishing and catch a boot, win the stuff tiger. See the world that your poems describe. Go,... and do all of those with the person you will love and cherish,... until the end.

"And I? I will stay with the person who gave me unconditional love. I will stay with the person who didn't give up on me despite everything. I will stay with him,... until my last breath.

"I will stay with Dante, until tonight when I close my eyes and enter eternal slumber.

"I love you, V. Now go,... and live a life you'll be proud of."

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