#im sorry for throwing my inquisitive heart away

[samanthadalton]

Slowly falling (part 1)

Pairings: Kamilah x Amy 

This was an idea that came to me a couple of months ago but I’m glad that I finally get to start writing it now. It’s basically a rewrite of chapter 10 of book 1 with the castle attack but I’m putting my own little spin on the story and letting the slow burn unfold more. Hope you guys enjoy ❤️❤️❤️ (also im writing star crossed lovers its just gonna take a few days dw it’s coming) 

tw: mentions of blood and violence so reader discretion is advised 

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wordcount: 3.4k (its long i know im sorry i was excited) 

Screams fill the room as the first feral crashes through the door, letting out a blood-curdling screech to signal to the rest of the ferals to follow. Within seconds blood sprays all over the walls and floor as the ferals ravenously tear through the sea of vampires, letting their primal instincts out to play. In response, vampires begin running and fighting in all directions, while the humans run to safety, burrowing themselves into the smaller rooms, hoping to not end up as the gory decorations that besiege the room. Amidst all the chaos, the council leaders prepare themselves for battle, Adrian rolls up his sleeves, while Kamilah unsheathes her daggers from her dress. The Baron grabs a huge craving knife from the walls, as Vega stomps on a broken chair using two of its legs as deadly weapons, while Priya seizes a lit torch and begins to intimate the ferals near her,  Lester hisses and bares his fangs as the council members join the fray. Their eyes burn with anger, the redness mirroring the blood spilled as the blur of their bodies move with such elegance and precision slashing through the crowd of ferals. 

Amy watches, paralysed with fear before Lilly pulls her out of her reverie, dragging her away from the confrontation as the roars of both vampires and ferals echo through the hall, the reality of the deadly situation settling into her. Another assembly of ferals breaches through the halls and as Amy and Lily make their way towards the gardens, they lose sight of each other, as the crowds move in all directions, chaos only elevating. 

“Lily! Lily!” Amy frantically looks around the garden, her voice panicked while her breaths come heavy, unable to stop the terror taking over her body. She suddenly stops in her tracks, she slightly narrows her eyes towards the woods to see a lingering figure just standing at the edge before moving into the shadows of the trees and without any hesitation she follows after the figure. Her gaze darts around as she runs through the woods, a dubious feeling in the pit of her stomach but she subsides her doubts and pushes through. It isn’t until she hears a snarl she stops in her tracks, her heart practically leaping out of her chest. 

She slowly turns and sees a feral with blood dripping down its face as it hisses at the girl and leaps towards her. Amy lets out a yelp and leaps to the side, barely dodging its attack. “Oh my god!” The feral advances towards Amy ready to attack again, it manages to shove her to the floor, its slender fingers tightening around her arms, as blood slowly trickles down her arms. Amy lets out a sob as the feral bares its fangs, leaning closer to the girl’s face, ready to tear her to pieces. Drawing on all her strength, Amy attempts to push the feral away, her eyes scanning the environment looking for a weapon to help her. A small branch sits out of reach to her, and after a moment's deliberation, she uses one hand to reach out to the branch, her strength diminishing as she uses her other hand to hold the feral back. She grunts as she stretches her fingers, the feral digs its nails into Amy more and she screams in pain. Motivated by what she thinks are her last few moments, Amy lets out a primal cry and uses the last of her strength to grab onto the branch before plunging it through the feral's chest. The black blood splatters all over her face as she watches the feral turn into dust, the last few embers of it floating in the air as the wind blows it away. She takes a few moments to catch her breath before a resounding series of slow claps cuts through the silent atmosphere. 

“Damn, I was rooting for the feral.” 

The familiar voice brings shivers down Amy’s spine as she lifts her fatigued body off the ground, her voice a low gruff, “you.” 

“Yes, me.” Nicole stands before the girl, a sated smirk on her face as she steps closer to the girl, as she does, the moonlight shines down on her, specifically on the crossbow in her hands as she dangles it by her side. 

“You’re the one behind the feral attack.” Amy’s nostrils flare as she carefully watches Nicole’s grip on the crossbow tightening, slowly biding her time before she makes a move for it. 

“Wow looks and brains, I can see why Adrian chose you as his little pet.” She takes one step closer, all amusement wiped from her face as her gaze intensently burns into Amy’s. “Before I kill you, tell me something. How’d you know it was me?” 

Amy lip quivers slightly before she bites down on it, Nicole finds her display of fear amusing letting out a small chuckle, but she cocks her head to the side, curiosity glistening in her eyes. “Well?”

“You told us you wouldn’t be here tonight. And even though you were in the woods too, the feral only came for me.” 

“Mmm, two and two. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Nicole takes one more step towards Amy and levels up the crossbow to her forehead, “I guess Adrian needs to look for another assistant now.” 

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Amy cries out, she grits her teeth together in an endeavour to stop the tears in her eyes from falling. The corners of Nicole’s lips slightly quirk upwards as her finger hovers over trigger, “this goes far beyond you Amy. You’re just collateral.” 

“Who are you working for because I know Adrian would never want this.” 

“That old prude, please.” Nicole lets out an exasperated huff, “Adrian’s always been such a good boy following the rules, but he played me. Strung me along and made me do everything for him without giving me what I wanted most.” 

“You wanted to turn.”

“And he knew that, and he kept letting me get my hopes up until your idiotic friend had to get herself hurt and took my rightful place in his clan.” The glare in Nicole’s eyes turn to pure hatred, as her hands shake in fury, “but at least tonight I get my revenge.” Just as she’s about to pull the trigger, Amy tackles Nicole to the ground and the two women begin brawling with each other, trying to grab the crossbow. 

Amy wildly swings her arms and knocks the crossbow out of Nicole’s arms as Nicole delivers a sharp blow to Amy’s gut, knocking the wind out of her. The VP begins to crawl towards the crossbow and just as she reaches out to grab it, Amy jumps on her back and pulls her arm away. 

“Why...don’t...you...just….die?” Nicole rolls over, pushing Amy to the ground before wrapping her hands around the girl’s throat. “Guess we’ll do this the old fashioned way.” Amy begins hitting at Nicole’s sides, as her gaze slowly starts to become hazy. She feels the air leaving her burning lungs, as Nicole’s grip only tightens, a malicious smile on her face, contentedly watching as she drains the life out of the girl. A flood of adrenaline rushes through Amy’s body just as her life begins slipping away from her, and she uses the opportunity to gouge out Nicole’s eyes with her thumbs. In retort, Nicole hisses and loosens her grip arounds Amy’s neck. Amy lets out a huge gasp, letting the crisp air infiltrate her lungs and shoves Nicole off her body, reaching out for the crossbow and clamps her hands on it as soon as her hands touch it. Nicole freezes as she’s on her knees, expression startled, she lifts her hands up defenselessly and begins pleading. 

“Please..don’t do this.” 

Amy tightens her hold on the crossbow, trying to stop her shaking hands as she stares down Nicole, “why should I? You almost killed me.” 

Nicole shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes, “please, please.” 

“Stop! Just stop!” Amy keeps the crossbow aimed at Nicole but she doesn’t make a move to do anything. All of a sudden Nicole’s pleading stops as she smugly looks at the girl, a glimmer of gratification in her eyes. 

“You can’t do it.” The smile on Nicole’s face only broadens, she lets out a small devilish laugh as she slowly begins to stand, her hands still held up as she does. 

“Stop! Just stay there.” Amy apprehensively squeaks out, the crossbow still pointing at the VP. 

“You won’t do it. You’re not a killer.” Nicole degradingly pouts, her voice painfully demeaning, “you’re Adrian’s little pet. Too innocent for a world filled with killers.” 

“You don’t know anything about me,” Amy counters. 

“But I know enough. Why did you even agree to stay? You could’ve walked away, you could’ve had a clean conscience, no blood on your hands.” 

“I’ve never killed anyone!” 

“Really?” Nicole raises an inquisitive eyebrow as she slowly steps towards Amy, “tell that to the feral you just killed.” Nicole lunges forwards, trying to grab the weapon from Amy’s hand but the trigger jams and suddenly Nicole lets out a huff before dropping down to the floor, her hands clutching her chest as her clothes begin to soaked in a crimson liquid. Amy gasps, throwing the crossbow to the side as her hand uselessly hovers over the spike in Nicole’s chest before using her hands as a compress to stop the blood flow. 

“No. No. No. No. No.” Nicole’s blood permeates onto Amy’s hands, as she wipes her hands on her clothes before putting her hands back into the same position. “Please,” she whispers pleadingly as Nicole’s breaths come out in short intervals, blood sprouting from her mouth and oozing down her cheeks. When Amy meets Nicole’s eyes she doesn’t see any fear...just acceptance. Nicole laughs derisively, small flecks of blood falling on chin as she does. 

“You..have...no...idea...what’s..coming...next.” 

Amy momentarily freezes as Nicole’s words sink in, she realises she has still yet to learn who Nicole is working with but realises it’s too late when Nicole’s body is motionless, her eyes lifelessly hanging open. Amy lets out a choked sob, hands trembling as she glares at Nicole’s body, reality settling in. Her breaths become panicked, as she shuffles herself away from the body, she shields her eyes and uncontrollably breaks down. 

“Amy?” A soft voice calls out to her, and Amy lifts her head to see a worried Kamilah standing in front of her, her own face and hands painted in blood. Kamilah carefully turns her head to look at Nicole’s body before shifting her gaze back to the human, “did you?” she trails off as Amy frantically nods her head, her body still filled with tremors. “Hey.” Kamilah squats in front of the girl and carefully puts two fingers under her chin lifting her head until their eyes are trained on one another. “Take a deep breath in and then a deep breath out.” Amy attempts to follow Kamilah’s advice, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly until she finally has control over her own breath. She nods in appreciation to the vampire. “Are you going to tell me what happened here?” 

“Kamilah I-” Amy murmurs, her voice laced with pain, “she’s the one behind the feral attack.” 

“What?” 

“She tried attacking me but the crossbow, it jammed and then-” Amy cuts herself off as tears begin brimming in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to” she violently shakes her head, as her body begins to tremble again. 

“Listen to me. You did her a favor.” Amy inquisitively gazes at Kamilah, confusion written on her face. 

“What are you talking about? I should’ve brought her back to her council, you guys should have dealt with it.” Kamilah tuts in response as she turns her head towards Nicole, fury burning in her eyes. 

“The council would have made her suffer for being behind the attack, you did an act of mercy.” 

“I don’t feel like I did,” Amy pulls her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly. Kamilah for the first time inspects the human’s, she assesses the mixed colours of black and red on her face and the scratches and blood all over her dress and arms. Kamilah stands and moves towards Nicole’s body and just as she’s about to lift her body Amy shouts out, “no! Please, no one can know about this.” 

“Amy…” 

“Please Kamilah,” Amy says pleadingly, “Adrian, Lily, they can’t find out, please.” 

Kamilah sighs, before she begins to rub her temples, “okay, wait here.” She wordlessly leaves and a few moments later returns with a shovel in her hands and begins digging in the ground next to Nicole’s body. When she’s created a hole deep enough, she carefully lifts Nicole’s body and lays into the newly dug hole and begins to fill it up again. Amy silently watches the soil hit Nicole’s body as the grave begins filling up until Nicole’s body is completely concealed. Kamilah lets out a huff before looking over to Amy who hasn’t moved from her spot in the last hour. “Amy?” Amy noncommitedly hums in response, her gaze never leaving Nicole’s grave. “Come on,” Kamilah reaches out her hand awaiting for Amy to take it and as Amy’s hands slide into hers, Kamilah effortlessly pulls Amy up, before pulling her hand away. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Kamilah walks out of the woods with Amy trailing behind her and the women catch the train, silence filling up the atmosphere as they wordlessly trudge up to Amy’s apartment. A breath of relief escapes Amy when she comes home to an empty apartment, glad that Lily isn’t here to question the state she’s in. Kamilah promptly stalks towards the bathroom and Amy closely follows behind. Kamilah grabs a towel from the cabinet and begins running the water, dabbling the towel under the water. “Come,” she commands as Amy obediently stands in front of the vampire as Kamilah lifts the wet towel and delicately begins dabbing away at the blood. Amy watches as Kamilah’s brows furrow ever so slightly, a hint of concern in her features as she softly wipes away at the blood. 

Without thinking, Amy lifts her hands to cup Kamilah’s face, Kamilah’s breath slightly hitches as she freezes while the human’s thumbs gently stroke the vampire’s cheeks, surveying the dried blood on her face. “There’s so much blood,” she quietly speaks out. 

Kamilah keepsher focus on wiping away the blood on Amy’s face, unable to look into her eyes, as she responds, “nothing that hasn’t happened before.” Kamilah freezes, her face scrunched up before her hand trails down Amy’s arm. “Take off your dress.” 

“What?” 

Kamilah stares at the human, her gaze serious. “Take. Off. The. Dress.” Amy turns and pulls the zipper down and as she does Kamilah gasps. 

“How did I not pick up on this before?” 

Her fingertip ghosts down Amy’s back as Amy looks over her shoulder, “picked up on what?” 

“You’re- you’re hurt.” Kamilah touches the large gash on Amy’s back and Amy’s recoils in pain. 

“Ow!” 

“Here, let me heal you.” Kamilah’s fangs descend as she lightly pricks her finger with her tooth and presses the blood onto Amy’s back. “There, it should heal soon.” 

“Thanks.” 

“This is taking too long, you should take a shower and clean off the rest of the blood.” Kamilah turns to leave but Amy grips her wrist slightly pulling the vampire back. 

“Please stay, I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

Kamilah contemplates but as she takes in Amy’s distraught demeanour, her gaze softens and she sighs, “okay.” Amy pushes off her dress, but keeps her bra and panties on as she steps into the shower and begins running the water. A few moments later, Kmailah follows suit, letting her dress join Amy’s on the floor as she steps into the shower half naked. 

Wordlessly Kamilah cups Amy’s face and lets the water begin to wash away the blood, her thumbs tenderly stroking the human’s jaw as she does. Amy, although slightly taken back by the vampire’s sudden benevolence, allows Kamilah to gently caress her face. In return Amy squirts some shower gel into her hands, letting the suds bubble up in her hands before cleaning away the blood on Kamilah’s face. Kamilah tenses, realising her abrupt hesitation, Amy stops but keeps her hands on Kamilah’s face, her eyes searching the vampire’s. When Kamilah doesn’t pull away, she continues rinsing off the blood as the two women soundlessly help each other to clean up, the intensity of the atmosphere being more intimate than any moment shared between them before.

Kamilah senses Amy’s mind drifting and speaks out, “it gets easier.” 

Amy looks up at the vampire, solemnly, “which part, the killing or the guilt?” 

They continue washing off the blood in silence until Kamilah replies, “both.”

Once they are cleaned up, Amy offers Kamilah some of her newer clothes to try on. Kamilah hesitantly but without complaint puts them on before moving towards the front door, when she turns back to look at Amy, Amy can already sense Kamilah’s walls being built back up as her usual cold demeanour takes over. 

“Right, I should be getting back to the council, Vega’s called an emergency meeting.” 

“Do you know what it’s for?” 

Kamilah shakes her head, her voice devastatingly monotone, “most likely to figure out how to spin this story and clean up the mess back at the mansion. According to Vega, amidst the..” she clears her throat and carefully chooses her words, “events of tonight, Marcel was killed by the ferals.” 

Amy gasps, sadness overcoming her senses, “oh my god.”

“Well, for now you need to lay low.” 

“What about Lily? Where is she?” 

“I’m not sure,” Amy sharply draws in her breath but Kamilah lays a hand on her shoulder, “Adrian told me she’s okay.” Amy exhales elatedly. “You need to find her and lay somewhere safe for now. Something tells me that someone was using Nicole as a puppet and your apartment might not be safe for you right now.” At the sound of Nicole’s name Amy tenses, fear creeping up on her. 

“Are you going to tell them?” 

“I promised you I wouldn’t. I’ll….figure it out but for now lay low okay?” 

Amy nods and Kamilah removes her hand from the girl’s shoulder before giving her a curt nod, leaving the human in the apartment. Amy takes out her phone and texts Lily, a few seconds later Lily responds and Amy pin drops a location for Lily to meet her at. 

Eventually she meets with Lily and Jax and Jax gives the girls a tour of the shadowden where the girls meet members of the clanless and seek refuge in the shadowden for a few hours. Eventually a commotion of voices interrupt the tour as they step out to see Kamilah being held by two clanless as the crowd begin cheering and screaming at her presence. When Amy looks at Kamilah she feels a pang of disappointment in her chest as she sees Kamilah has changed back into her regular suit. After some convincing Jax lets the women go and they all go to Kamilah’s office for some privacy after Kamilah explains there has been a development in the recent attack. 

“Well? What’s going on?” Lily blurts out. Kamilah stalks towards her drinks tray pouring out half a glass of bourbon before downing it in one gulp. “Hello?” 

Kamilah shoots daggers at Lily and the young vampire immediately clamps her mouth shut. “It seems we have an issue.” 

“What’s wrong?” Amy asks and for the first time since Kamilah left Amy’s apartment, she stares directly into the human’s eyes, an unfamiliar glint in her eye. 

“They’re saying it’s Adrian.” Kamilah grits her teeth, her nostrils slightly flaring. 

“What is?” Lily raises an speculative eyebrow at the older vampire. 

“They’re saying he’s behind the attack at the castle.” 

“What? Who the hell is saying that?” Amy speaks out, the anger on her face almost matching the level of Kamilah’s. 

“The council. They’re giving him a trial in a week, to determine if he’s innocent or guilty.” 

“What happens if they think he’s guilty?” 

Kamilah squeezes the glass in her hand, crushing it into pieces as Amy and Lily share a worried glance, “he dies.” 

[sokkas-honour]

dream boy: part 3 - sokka x reader

pairing: sokka x fem!reader

request: part 3 was requested by @missmorosis

wc: 2.7k

notes: i’m terribly sorry if it may seemed a bit rushed or not exactly consistent but i personally liked the way it ended. also this is the final part, i might make an epilogue if i actually finish everything i need to do.

part one | part one 1/2 | part two

sokka wasn’t able to see you until monday, purposefully ignoring all the texts from yours friends, not wanting to know if sokka actually told them what had happened or if he had decided to keep it to himself, either way, you were better off just staying off your phone until school started. you only unlocked your phone to text zuko back and even then you didn't always have the courage to do so.

you had made sure to wake up early in order to not cross paths with the watertribe boy, his sibling or just any of your friends until you absolutely had to, preferring to simply distance yourself from the others. of course you couldn't avoid them forever, you had over half of your classes with at least one of them, two of those being with sokka, the guy who you especially didn't want to see, history and gym. gym would be easy to avoid him in, you had become acquaintances with this lovely girl called jin, whom you also shared your math class with, you could just spend the whole period with her and avoid him. your real problem was going to be history. your teacher, mister kuzon, had informed the class that there would be a group project on any cultural aspect from the water tribe, and he had chosen the groups. the chance of you actually being paired with sokka was miniscule but the universe hadn’t seemed to be going easy on you lately.

and much to your dismay, the universe was in fact against you. when your history teacher’s voice had posted the groups, your heart had started racing as you approached the board to see the pairs, your heart was racing in fear and it dropped when you saw the name y/n next to sokka.

after being asked to sit next to your partner to get started, you stayed silent as you plopped down on the chair next to the boy who you were still trying to avoid, staying silent and keeping your eyes in front of you.

“are you going to work with me or is it going to be a silent treatment the whole time.” he questioned, turning to face you, arm hooked around the back of his chair as he looked at you desperately for any sign of you acknowledging his presence.

“i was thinking we could talk about the differences in the cuisine in the north and south.” you mumbled, chin on your hand as you kept your gaze on the board in front of you, ignoring the boy who was still searching for an answer.

“yeah, sounds good.” sokka sighed, giving up on receiving a straight answer from you. he turned back in his seat, disappointment radiating off of him, making you bite your lip in guilt. you shot him a glance from the corner of your eye as you saw him discreetly take his phone out to open the notes app but before you could see what he was typing he turned to face you, catching you right in the act.

“uh, saturday at your place?” seemed like the only logical way out of the embarrassing situation you had just walked into, still not breaking the staring between the two of you. you felt your heart speed up a bit at the extended eye contact, not having looked into his blue eyes in awhile, the last time being before you stormed out of his house after your confession.

“sounds good.” he offered you a small smile, happy to see that your attempt at a cold shoulder was somewhat backfiring, knowing that you couldn't avoid him forever. he let the stare linger a bit before turning his attention back to his phone and you quickly snapped back to your notes taken during the class. thanking yourself for not letting the stupid smile heat your cheeks up, now all you had to do was finish the class with a not so uncomfortable silence between the two of you.

the bell didn't take too long to ring before you had to move onto your next class which was the one you detested the most, science. courage surged through you as you waved goodbye to sokka, earning a bright smile back from the boy before you dashed out of the class. to anyone, that might have seemed rather pointless that you felt as proud as you did, a wave goodbye was considered an act of politeness, but that had been the first time you had really addressed sokka in any way since the unplanned confession. he had probably realised that as well, giving a reason for the sudden bright smile on his features.

you practically sprinted towards your science classroom, holding your books tightly to your chest to not let them fly out of your grip. you hoped zuko was already there, knowing he’d want to hear the rather big step you’d just taken in repairing your friendship with your childhood friend. you were surprised that the thought of slowly getting over him in order to just be friends had slipped your mind, remembering that this morning you didn't want anything to have to do with him for the rest of your life, wanting to just stay away from him to not ignite anything in you, but you were slowly realising it was ridiculous to throw away the friendship for your unrequited crush. you two may not be as close as before but you could still stay friends, you could still hangout with him without feeling like your heart was shattering every moment you’d meet his beautiful ocean eyes.

“zuko!” you called for him as soon as you spotted the back of his black haired head, whipping his head around to greet you with a grin, happy that you weren't ignoring him like he thought you might, considering your answers to his texts were rather sporadic and vague.

“happy to see you’re alive y/n.” he joked as soon as you caught up with him, both of you walking at the same height as you entered the room, taking a seat next to each other as you always did, even when the two of you werent as close as you were now.

“i think i’m ready to fully start moving on.” you announced, taking a deep breath before letting him know of your future plans, determination in yours eyes and tone as you felt set to move on from your crush.

“really? i'm surprised it didn't take longer.” his eyes grew a bit at your proclamation, not expecting to hear you say those words this early, thinking he’d have to see you distance yourself from everyone for weeks but it only took a day or two, making him slightly septic at how long you would actually last with your new resolution but nonetheless he was proud of you.

“yeah well i’m kind of stuck with sokka for a history project and i figured might as well start moving on from him. i still want to be friends with him.” you explained, taking your science homework out so you were prepared whenever the teacher would come on in.

“i’m proud of you y/n, its very mature of you.” he placed his hand on your shoulder, sincerity in his tone lifting your spirits up at the thought of repairing whatever damage you might’ve caused and the thought of the damage you were avoiding by taking action now instead of later.

saturday rolled around and you had managed to have some sort of small talk with sokka during your classes, still deciding to spend your lunch period with jin instead of your usual friends but it was a start to where you thought you would be saturday after you left. you had stopped eating with your friends a little over a week ago, opting to spend time with the lovely girl from your math class. you had had trouble sleeping friday night, scared of going to sokka’s house and falling back to where you started, back to square one, back in love with a friend who was already taken by a lovely girl.

your feet felt rather heavy as you walked down the familiar path to his house, bag with a your notebook and history course around your shoulder as you retraced the steps you had followed almost everyday during that particular summer, always going to sokka’s house to entertain yourself while school was out.

you first lingered in the air above the door for a couple of seconds, taking a deeo breath in to calm your nerves before you finally knocked. it didnt take long before it was opened, sokka with an eager smile on his lips was who greeted you behind the door.

“finally, you shouldve been here an hour ago!” he lamented jokingly as he moved out of the way to let you in, causing you to roll your eyes at how dramatic your friend was.

“sokka, im five minutes late.” you deadpanned, hastily taking your shoes off, leaning against a nearby wall for support.

“exactly!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking slightly and suddenly you felt as though nothing ever happened, as if your feelings had never come to make you want to change whatever relationship you had with him, simply feeling as though the two of you were just friends.

“really sokka? dont you reme,ber when i waited an hour for you outside in the freezing cold in the woods so we could make a campfire together? or that time where we were late in eight grade because someone accidentally put on ripped pants? or-”

“alright i get it.” he held his hands up in defeat at your inquisitive look, knowing you were only joking around with him to make him feel slightly guilty for all the times he had been late.

“my dad made seaweed noodles for us to eat while we work, hope thats okay.” shoving his hands in his pockets, waiting to see you reaction at the mention of one of your favorite dishes that he’d always insist his father to make you whenever you’d come by.

“no way!” you dashed into the kitchen, leaving sokka by himself at the entrance, surprised at how fast the two of you had seemed to ease back into things and some part of it seemed to good to be true but he was happy to have you back.

“wait for me!” he called for you, spending slightly to join you. a reminiscent smile on his lips as he watched you excitedly poor yourself a bowl, knowing where everything in the hous ewas from it practically being a second home for you during all those years.

“you’ll have to say thank you to hakoda.” you told him as you eyed the noodles, your stomach rumbling as you brought it to the table, it had been too long since you had eaten his father’s cooking.

“y/n, you havent even eaten it yet, how do you know its good?” he laughed as he watched you carefully bring the bowl to the dinner table, trying to get to it as fast as you could but still making sure to not let any of the broth spill out.

“because your dad’s seaweed noodles are the best!” you defended your previous statements, taking a seat as you waited for sokka to make his own bowl and bring chopsticks for the both of you. the watertribe boy nodded, slightly mocking you in his own playful way. while you waited for him to rejoin you, you took out the notebook you used for your history notes and grabbed a pen that was sitting on the table.

you scribbled down the title of your project and tapped your pen, impatient waiting to be able to dig into your steaming hot dish.

“have any ideas for the presentation?” sokka startled you slightly, coming from behind you to lean over your shoulde to see if you had written anything but he was met with a blank page.

“no, now get me my chopsticks idioy.” you shoved his head away, earning a protestful ‘hey’ from him as your brought your hand back to wram themselvbes on the bowl.

“here.” he placed the chopsticks next to the bowl before making his way around the table to sit in front of you, slowly blowing on his soup to cool it down.

“took you long enough.” you teased before you grabbed them to pick up some of the noodles, cooling them off with your breath before shoving some of it into your mouth. sokka started laughing at how quickly you engulfed the noodles that his father had spent the morning making.

you flipped him off, not caring at how ‘unlady like’ you might’ve looked but it had been forever since you had tasted his father’s seaweed noodles, during winter it was a staple food for whenever you would spend the night but since the weather had gotten warmer and you had grown more distant, it had been a hot minute since you had a traditional dish of the southern water tribe, something you’d most definitely use in your comparison of the different cuisines.

“before we start, i wanted to talk to you about something.” sokka brought his hand down, deciding not to eat just yet but rather address the elephant in the room.

“yeah?” you knew where this was going so you finished chewing what was in your mouth and swallowed, keeping your eyes on the food as you wiated for sokka’s question.

“so where do we stand, us? i mean two days ago you stormed off, after weeks of us not actually talking and now it feels like everything is fine. i just want to make sure that you’re okay.” you took a deep breath in, knowing this was coming, knowing you had to confront your feelings upfront now and not just push whatever you were feeling down, hoping it didnt blow over one day.

“if im being honest sokka, i like you, still, but i want us to be friends. im happy to see that suki makes you happy, but it might take some time for me to get over you so we might not ever be as close as before for my own sake but im willing to try my hardest to fix anything i mightve broken in the last couple of weeks. because i love having you as a friend and no matter how much it wouldve hurt to be with you before, i still missed my best friend.” you slowly lifted your head up, pouring out what was your mind without any filter, letting him know where you stood, sincerity written on your features as you wiated to see sokka’s reaction.

“that sounds good, whatever works for you. just happy i dont have to lose my oldest friend” he finally answered after silence settled between the two of you, letting your words settle and let him process your new confession.

you smiled back and then the two of you turned your attention back to the noodles, the two of you practically inhaling the food as the only sound was the muching of the seaweed and the slurping of the soup. a nice moment shared between two friends.

“you know, theres still girl that i just know you’d like.” sokka was the first to speak up, a small tease in his tone as he tried to set you up right after you told him you were trying to move on from him.

“sokka.” you threatened, not wanting him to go down whatever road he was about go down to, you finding it to be the wrong moment to bring this up.

“i’m just saying i have yue’s number if you want it!” he recoiled on his claim, but made sure to name drop the girl he supposedly thought was perfect for you. blood rushed to your cheeks at the mention of his ex girlfriend from middle school, rmebering how beautiful you thought the white haired girl was and how you had a small crush on her while they were dating.

the boy in front of you simply laughed, feeling content at where he now stood with his friend since kindergarten. he was your dream boy, but maybe not in the way you first thought. he was the boy of your dreams but not all dreams need to be romantic.

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dragon age: all characters (companions)

I’ve been in this fandom for a hot minute now and I want to update my opinions on characters :)

Origins

Alistair: super sweet dude who literally is not the stereotypicalchantryguyfightme. He’s a great example of healthy masculinity and I totally wish he was bi because I have an entire essay on that— also: he’s a poc! His mum was brown. In game he’s got dark features. if you really want a blond/blue-eyes/white guy, make your warden that. or accept that brown people can be noble and moral. or just draw cailan, idk. just because BioWare whitewashes doesn’t mean you should.

Leliana: someone hug my singing girlfriend before I crush her under with my own hugs. Also: nugs. Yes! Shoes. Yes! She likes how I style my hair? YES!! I honestly think she’s super duper and it pisses me off whenever someone’s like: yeah she enjoys killing people and the Game. ok. and michel de chevin willingly participated in genocidal marches through the alienage he grew up in with his elvhen mum. 

Morrigan: dirty swamp witch that i stan and also have a v big crush on. tiddies. Have a son with a GW so we can raise him with our tiddies out in the forest. she’s also white-passing, as her father was chasind and all people we’ve seen that are chasind are black. therefore, she is biracial. therefore, poc can be goths and don’t shy away from giving morrigan a darker skintone. if the devs had of been thinking, she’d have a darker skintone.

Zevran: Actually is the best romance, I think. Loves consent, therefore I will stan him so hard my skull cracks a little. Also: he is a very brown boy and if he’s white in da4 I’m seriously going to throw all canon out the fucking window. genuinely a good person who needs to be told so. 

Wynne: grandma who only likes my friends who go to church. but also super sweet and I’d rest my head on her bosom (in a platonic way omg ZEVRAN)

Sten: angry quiet boi. the bestest boi. I totally would give him a kitten for a gift and bake him cookies. Thicc softie. I think if I had DA:O and i knew how to use mods i would mod the fuck outta him. sorry.

Sha(y)le: who’s gender? idk her. See also: fuck birds and authority. pound ur ass into the ground you feathery meatbag little shits. fuck songbirds.

Dog: such a good boi. thicc. thinks Alistair is a whiny fuck and is Morrigan’s only friend. love him. he’s the cutest companion. bet.

Ohgren: honestly forgot about him bcc he’s such a shitbag. also: he could’ve been a really cool addiction recovery type but NOPE. probably would have a trump shirt in a modern au and would catcall wlw and hit mlm. no thanks.

Awakening

Anders: he acts like rlly straight but he’s so gay I can smell it. also he’s rlly cute and fun and I love him so much.

Justice: MAYBE i’M selF CONSCious OF THE twitchING. is the friend that genuinely doesn’t get dick jokes but is ur 110% ride or die.

Nathaniel Howe: honestly is sort of a white knight/neck beard a little, but it’s kind of charming with his whole velanna m’lady?? grump boi. annoying soul patch that I’d mod out SO FAST—

Sigrun: would have ROMANCED the FUCK out of her. why she even entertains the idea of fucking with ohgren makes me realize most of the writers are dumbfucks.png. peppy little emo. 12/10 would die if she kissed my cheek teasingly.

Ohgren: why. why. why. I’d have brought Shayle over. Maybe Zev? Definitely Dog.

Velanna: she was written to be an annoying feminist and you can tell but I deadass am a kindred spirit with her bcc I too am deadpan annoyed with Thedas’ general population too. love her. Would’ve loved to romance her. She’d totally be one of those who’d get all tsundere and be like “n-no i hate you” *kisses the fuckin soul out of you then blushes so hard she’s now a tomato*

Dragon Age II

Anders: fuck the cops. i don’t care. fuck the cops. (vine reference). also: do i hate him for blowing up the chantry that would eventually annul a huge collection of his people? no. read dalishious’s meta on Anders. v intriguing. didn’t they retcon the fuck out of the reported deaths too? like there was like eight Templars and Elthinia in there. Templars killed more “abominations” in a day than Anders in the game canon—

Aveline: initially thought she was fine and then realized she’s shit to my lil brother and I will fucking clap her ginger ass. See also: whorephobia isn’t a joke so fuck off with treating Isabela badly, you tit.

Bethany: sunshine. Literal sunshine. I feel my freckles grow in her presence and i love it. she’s my little baby sister and I’d slam that ogre so fuckin hard before it touched either twin.

Carver: there has to be a mod where both twins survive. I love them both to bits. My babies. carver is my bitter, angry little brother and I can relate because I too am very angry and would totally clap my own ass. hes so genuine and I don’t get the competition between Beth and Carver. Like, both are fuckin stellar in different ways. In this essay I will—

Fenris: honestly, I don’t get the general hate between him and Anders. Fenris’ main arc should’ve been a recovery arc, not drunken moping and revenge. he deserves better. give him a soft sweater instead of his spikes and let him love himself as much as I love him for MAKERS SAKE. like when you really think about their relationship, it could’ve been an eye-opener for fenris and finally some legit sympathy for anders. but we all know that if they had of teamed up that Meredith would’ve been dead before the end of Act 1 so.

Isabela: whorephobia is not a joke. oversexualizing your only appearing brown woman is so poorly written. how about we appreciate her and her lovely bosoms but also let people tease her about her heart of gold? her innate understanding of freedom? instead of just a wave of dick? please?? can we give her some pants for when she fights? can we accept that i fall for rogues who hate themselves?? fuck. also whomever draws her x femHawke x Merrill literally is after my own heart.

Merrill: my fucking babygirl MARRY ME. Fenris could’ve been her older brother type, but NO. she and Isabela should’ve been canonical gfs instead of Isabela/Fenris (no shaming the pairing tho!!). I love how she’s written as neurodivergent. V nice. Sometimes I just look her up and cry because she’s fucking everything. Also: she’s in the Dalish origin and she’s far from being white. Why did they make the most innocent/naïve character really white? hmmmm.

Sebastian: whew that boy. Would totally be that annoying Mormon at your door but you still let him in bcc he’s super sweet. Also: huge ass bible thumper and should get his head slap because you said the maker loved all his children why do you defend a complicit old hag you annoying attractive fuck—

Varric: totally is a bard and the devs couldn’t handle the idea of him being one bcc it might make him look less straight. is the only grey morality person I don’t want to fucking bash in with a fry pan. he sees people and I like that, but you totally know he’s siding with mages every time bcc him and Anders are like besties. I’m sorry. I don’t make the rules. “Professional Younger Brother”.

Tallis: I know nothing about her but she seems okay. I think she was an escaped slave and honestly? Fucking props. Spy on a shitting organization, idk what you’re doing, but your VA was that cool lesbian from SPN so I think ur okay?

Inquisition

Blackwall: Redemption Arc 101. Love him to bits. Sad dad bunwall. good man. actually atoned for his sins by actively becoming a good person. his initial design is 80% hotter im so sorry but so not.

Cassandra: was way browner in the last game. would romance the fuck outta her. I love me a butch lady who melts at my dorky recitation of poetry. BioWare is a coward. also is the worst choice for divine. but not a bad person. could use some more guidance or get her ass whipped by a dalish elf about religion or a circle mage kid whos like “yeah bud i didn’t ask for the templars to whip my ass everyday for existing.”

The Iron Bull: I think the Qunari/Vashoth were a little based off black people (the whole anti blackness thing where ppl are scared of them bcc of whatever reason) and it pisses me off that he had a weird ass dubcon thing with Dorian in banter. It doesn’t make sense— he’s an A+++ dom and would not jump straight in role play without at least checking in at first like wtf BioWare.

Cole: his mother was chasind so he’s like not supposed to be that white? or like biracial? albino? idk. love him to bits tho. He’s neurodivergent and I deadass love him. romancing him? idk. I see why ppl think it’s fuckin nasty but also like as a writer I’d age him the fuck up so fast before my inquisitor even THOUGHT about that. like idk. I’m down with him being a sweet little bro character tho. he’s a babe. love him.

Sera: had the worst fucking writer I’ve ever seen and I willingly read the twilight saga twice by a shit ass racist white lady who okay’d pedophilia. like. Fuck you Kristjanson suck your own dick you fuck. had the worst options in regards to speak to her. has a thicc case of internalized racism that literally most of the fandom just loves to use against her. my lesbian neurodivergent queen. Would write a thousand fix it fics for her. Love her to bits. im gay.

Varric: I haven’t played DA2 so i don’t get why everyone wants to romance him but like. a dwarf romance? yes please. Idk he reminds me of my uncle so I only see him as fun uncle material. Deadass should adopt Cole and Merrill and co parent with Blackwall for Sera. dads? fuck yeah. love me some wholesome, present fathers.

Dorian: is a gay stereotype that I love/hate so much. and he’s also just as bad about being a creep bcc he sexualizes qunari men (in banter). I attribute that to shit writing tho. I want to protect him from all the “omg gay best friend!” people. he’d clearly be that tired gay that wouldn’t give a diddly damn about ur het romance. wanna talk about politics? he’s ur guy/gay.

Solas: “me, an intellectual:”. I don’t hate him, but I’m not about him. He comes off as mysterious and suave (which he totally is) but I deadass would not save him from himself because he’s a racist, exclusionist eggshell. idk. not my cup of tea, but I can totally see the appeal. And he’s interesting, I’ll totally say that. “I think the Dalish are garbage but they made you” is not a compliment. it’s so offensive. and such bait for “quirky girls” which I’m no fan of. Would be Achilles and let Patroclus (Lavellan in his case) die before he realized how his pride is literally a waste of time. If he gets a redemption arc I hope Lavellan gets to slap him before getting him to teach all about ancient Arlathan and show that the Evanuris weren’t all total dicknozzles. (Aka I really have a hard time believing that they’d be slavery cult things. especially since they’ve compared elves to indigenous ppl, Jews and the Romani.)

Vivienne: it’s so racist that they’d make a black woman be pro-slavery. That’s such internalized racism. She could’ve been the cool ass “educate yourself first before you speak, fool” ice lady, but NO. the devs could’ve kept the “Templars are a tool that I proudly can mandate” and the “circles are very good education” and we. Could. Have. Romanced. Her. Like. Fuck. Sake. I just wanna give her a hug and say “love yourself omg!!” and not even in a romantic way. Also: she and morrigan should not have been so antagonistic towards each other. I’d expect them to have great respect for each other, as they both moved up in the world through hardwork and very little help. They could learn different magic from each other too and still maintain that rival respect “oh you” mood. Sidenote: probably the cooler option for Divine. if her approval is high enough she’ll love and be loyal to you forever and i can’t see her agenda being bad. she improves the circles exponentially and tells all the antis to suck her pretty painted toes.

Josephine: an actual disney princess. romanced her my first playthrough. I love her so much. she just makes me so happy. And she’s like: “Integrity, Loyalty, peace. That is what it means to be a GREY WARDEN good fucking person.” she’s the person who would let you hold her hand if you got anxious and she’d be that person who shouldered the whole group project with finesse and poise and would probably lie for everyone as to not be mean. i love josie. her and leliana’s relationship is so cute, too. whether it’s romantic or not: women supporting women.

Leliana: if you leave her hardened you must hate her. why. she becomes so against herself. i like how shes feminine and lighthearted because that’s so powerful-- to remain hopeful when the world is hopeless. (its hard to know when to soften her/harden her so i get it but. google it. she deserves to be happy and sweet again.)

Cullen: uwu war criminal with shit ass “redemption arc” that was actually a half-assed (at BEST) recovery arc. Recovery isn’t linear, it isn’t pretty, and even the broken need to be told they are wrong in order to heal right. Like I’m offended by that bullshit. I’ve had to do some mental health recovery in the past and unlearning lots of toxic ideologies— which I’m still unlearning— and it bothers me that he gets an easy pass because he’s hot. It’s one thing if you like Cullen, it’s another thing if you hold him accountable.

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Ali & Carly

Ali: How do you like your  🥚🍳 in the morning? Carly: no 🐣 Carly: ha Ali: 🐔 didn't show up in your roost later, did he? Carly: he must be scared of you Carly: 🔮 Ali: or my 🐺 Carly: maybe Ali: eggs aside, how you feeling, chick? Carly: 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 Ali: 👎👎👎👎👎 Ali: unacceptable! Ali: what do you need, kill or cure? Carly: cure forever Carly: im too young to die Ali: I'll swing by with my witches brew Ali: actually doesn't taste like ☠ either Ali: pure 😇 Carly: aw Carly: really? Ali: 'course, not gonna half-arse the job Ali: and it makes a full pot, no sense in not sharing the 💚 Carly: 💙 Carly: wat does it taste like? Ali: like Christmas 🎄🎅🤶🎁❄️🌨️☃️✨🌟 Carly: 😋😊🥰 Ali: it's got ginger and peppermint in Ali: the only other person hanging out their arse is my brother and he would rather die 'cos he's grumpy 👴 man energy so Carly: no 🦃 tho yea?! ha Carly: oh no he sounds like my da Carly: which cute bro is it? Ali: definitely not 😂 Ali: some greens but not sprouts Ali: the freckly one Carly: did u heal my heart to 💔😢? Carly: course itd be the most beautiful one Ali: oh no, you're delirious Ali: I'll come quick 😜 Carly: dont b jealous 👼 hes only the most beautiful boy Ali: 😏 My ma'll be gutted Carly: do u have a tea for that? Ali: 🍋 'cos she's so bitter? Ali: I'll see if she goes for it Carly: noooo 🍯 so she wont be Ali: you're too sweet yourself, Walsh Carly: aw Carly: but ur the 1 who saved me Carly: ur the sweetest Ali: anyone would Carly: nah ur the 1st Carly: not just saying it to u get ur fairy wings Ali: had to fly away from that particular 🐔 plenty myself Ali: harmless and flightless though he is, most the time Carly: yea Carly: he talks about u wen hes been on it Carly: the 1 that flew away Ali: uh oh Ali: can't let a boy ✂ your wings Ali: ever Ali: ever Ali: 👼🏽 🐔 🐧 🐦 🐤 🐣 🐥 🦆 🦢 🦅 🦉 🦚 🦜 🦇 🐝 🦋 🐞 🦗 🦟 🐓 🦃 🕊 Carly: im 😕💫🙃 but idk if those were the guests i danced with Carly: did get a cute lil 🎶🎤 to fall asleep to tho 💙🕊 Carly: 🌚🌝🌛🌜🌞 Ali: very 👸 of you though Ali: I can 👀 it Carly: my ma is trying to make me clean Carly: 🐇🐁🐀🐿🦔🐾 pls Ali: also unacceptable Ali: not 'til you're better Ali: use my wings to fly through and 🤞 he don't get the wrong idea about who I'm there to see Carly: [sends her a pic of whatever caravan mess she caused last night that her mum is raging about] Carly: so u can play a game of spot whats got her 😠 Carly: cuz idk Ali: Fun 🧐🤔🤨 Ali: angry mothers are my forte Ali: [does the circling the hazzards moment on the pic] Carly: making her angry is mine but nah to knowing y ever ever Carly: k ur cute & smart Carly: 🌟 Ali: it's rarely logical, but 🤫 on that or it's hulk levels in 0-60 Ali: how are you this nice when you're 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 Ali: that's a skill, rare one at that 💎✨ Carly: my da is looking green must of had his own 🎶🍻💃 ha Carly: idk i can b nicer? but k now i know ronan aint been talking bout me when hes 🍺 or 💊 Ali: can be a tea party for three Ali: have to bring his own 🎩 though Ali: not to me anyway Ali: but as you can tell Ali: 🐺 keeps all the 🐓🐓🐓 away Carly: 🐇🐇🐇♠️♣️♥️♦️🐇🐇🐇 Carly: she is fierce Ali: she likes to think so Ali: 🐶 really Carly: course ur not scared of her silly Carly: u love her Carly: im a 🐈 person ha Ali: [sends her a load of pictures of Bluebeard she didn't ask for rather than being like do I love her hmm] Carly: AW!!!! Carly: 🥰🤗 Ali: he's captain ☠🏴 but there's always room aboard Carly: thats the best offer ive had from a gentleman ever ever ever Carly: whats his name? Ali: Bluebeard Ali: and he is MOSTLY a gentleman if you can handle some toe nibbling Carly: 😍😍😍😍 Carly: into it Carly: ive done more for lads i just met who aint as beautiful so Ali: 😂 I feel that Ali: honestly, it's quite comforting, when he doesn't sneak attack you with it Carly: [sends her a selfie that shouldn't be as adorable as it is] Carly: now u can introduce us Carly: 👋 baby blue Ali: the 😍😍😍😍 are mutual Ali: I can tell Carly: yay Carly: 🧡 Ali: is there anything else you need/we want for the tea party? Ali: en-route at last Carly: ur really coming? Ali: yeah, sorry I was ages, it's a whole process brewing it Ali: also a dead giveaway you're 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 which obvs my ma takes as her cue to be all Spanish inquisition about it Ali: 📚 of my mostly-fictional-but-which-are-and-which-aren't-mother exploits later Carly: sorry iou so much magic Ali: nah, don't worry about it 👸 Ali: who doesn't love a little scandal with their morning brew? she deffo does Carly: its too late im looking for 🍀 Carly: among the 🌼🌼🌼 Ali: awh Ali: I'm never turning down extra luck Ali: we can make daisy-chains Carly: its the dresscode Carly: soz da Ali: does he have a 🧔? Ali: that's a #look Carly: not rn Carly: my ma wasnt on @ me only to clean up Carly: he had his turn Ali: damn it Ali: maybe a nice belt Ali: I'll be 🤔 Carly: dont b 💔😢 he has bushy eyebrows Ali: same Ali: he's earnt his invite back Ali: your ma gonna have to chill though Ali: and it ain't that kinda tea 💔 Carly: you wont b able to tell if shes angry or surprised Ali: 😚 ⬅ I know the vibe Ali: you do you babe Carly: she used to let me sort em out but there was an accident Carly: which im sworn to secrecy about Ali: I'm so good with secrets 🙏🙏🙏 Carly: k Carly: my head zoned out but my hands kept going like Ali: you were meditating you can't help having  🌌🧠 Ali: I'll 🤭 now and never tell, don't worry Mrs W Carly: @ school yea im meditating on your q sir relax Carly: ha love that Ali: they just ask questions to answer it themselves, what is the point Carly: u coming for my ma again? Ali: 🤫 bad first impression, that Carly: shes heard it from ronan too sorry Carly: lad has loose lips Ali: honestly Ali: 🙄 can't keep up with my bad reputation Carly: ud think hed be better at kissing Carly: its talk talk talk Carly: more good things about u than ive made it seem like tho Ali: he was a big talker Ali: probably 'cos he ain't allowed with the lads Carly: if he talked about what a 👼 u are & how 💔😢 he is theyd uninvite him from the bonfire Carly: its sweet really how hung up hes got Ali: he only thinks I'm an 👼 'cos he took my virginity probs Ali: that's more suitable 🔥side chat Carly: he goes on about that alot but I thought he was lying Carly: oh no that sounds bad Carly: not calling u a slag ur obvs not its y he likes u more Ali: 😂 I'm fine with slag Ali: all definition dependent anyway Carly: yea same Carly: can be hot if ur in the mood Ali: right, and if I'm a slag 'cos I didn't marry him then I'll take it Carly: & hes not allowed to marry gorgers theyd wanna throw him in the 🔥 Ali: exactly Ali: we can't both be 💔😢 forever can we boy Carly: just me @ the party til u came to my rescue Ali: 🥺 Ali: What was he even on about then, like? Ali: dickhead Carly: idk i zone out wen he shouts @ me too Ali: I can always poison a cup and send it his way Ali: just say the word Carly: hes not that bad Ali: okay okay, just some laxatives Ali: 'cos he's a bit 💩 Carly: ha Ali: no 🌼🌼🌼 unless he says soz then Carly: but his beautiful curls 🥺 Ali: hmm, a good point Ali: be strong, baby Carly: ill throw one @ him & run away Carly: back to u Ali: you're so adorable Carly: says u Carly: 👼👸🏼 Ali: 💚 we're gonna have an adventure when the tea hits okay Ali: I've decided Carly: k thats the kinda 🎄🎅🤶🎁 it is Carly: i do want the energy of a kid on xmas morning Ali: that's the best Ali: how I'm tryna be every day Carly: 💫⭐️🌟✨⚡️☄️ 🚀🛸 Ali: if only 🚀 Ali: this bike can only go as fast as my lil legs can carry, like Carly: aw baby Carly: i shouldve asked u where u live before this 2nd rescue was launched Carly: im sorry Ali: No distance is too far for a fair maiden Carly: ill have to see what other 🔮 i can find before u get here Carly: dont love ious Ali: there's no ious Carly: [sending her loads of pics of her with or just pics of the cat lady's cats that she's rounding up for this tea party and they're adorable] Ali: 😍💞😻 Ali: okay, non-debt fully paid though Carly: [just rambling about the names she's given each cat cos her and cat lady don't know each other properly til Ali comes along and like facts about each cat/her fave things cos she's a big nerd] Ali: I love them Ali: I'm gonna get them some 🐟🐟🐟 when I get tea party tings Ali: some cream, awh, okay, this is happening Carly: im picking enough 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 for everyone Ali: should've put Bluebs in my basket Ali: next time Carly: aw Carly: Humbug might try & fight him Carly: youd b there to protect him tho Ali: I can ref Ali: my little brother is always trying to play-fight everyone so I'm well-versed Carly: is he ticklish? that works for me Carly: broken up lots of fights Ali: big time Ali: his kryptonite Ali: reckon it's against the rules in professional fights but preparing him for anything like any good big sister Carly: ha Carly: aw i bet ur an amazing sister Carly: if i had 1 maybe id wanna be on site sometimes Carly: my ma's eyebrows r hardly a call to home Ali: he might disagree but he's 5 so what does he know 😉 Ali: feel that though Ali: home is just a base, whole 🌍 out there Carly: wen ur 5 you argue to argue Carly: yea if u dont use ur wings theyll think u dont want em 💔😢 Ali: flying is like riding a 🚲 though Carly: r we goin on a 🚲 adventure? Ali: definitely Ali: ugh, need one of those wagons for the 😻😻😻s Carly: ☺️its gonna b so fun! Carly: we might meet more 🐈🐈🐈🐈 Ali: way better than 🐔 Carly: ha Carly: do u have 🔮 left to help me find shoes? Ali: have you checked the fridge? Carly: [a pause while she do] Carly: theyre not there 😕🧐 Ali: damn, that'd be the last place I'd look though Ali: were they in the mess your Ma was sounding off about fr Carly: o mayb Carly: if i was wearing any when you dropped me off Ali: 🤔 I don't know if I recall any glass slippers Ali: I'll ask Lene hold up Carly: 👸 energy Carly: but idk if i wanna scary 🐺 at my door Ali: turns out she's actually your 👵 Carly: ha my grandma is 💍 to god Carly: its not close to the energy shes putting out Ali: she'd probably tell your actual that God is a gay girl Ali: nah she's well 😇 around fam, just hide behind your Ma and me, baby, you'll be fine Carly: ha that wasn't in any of the kids bible stories she sent me every 🎄🎅🤶🎁 Carly: her god is 😠 than Humbug Carly: he likes to shout so i gotta zone out Carly: aw that's sweet ur ma loves her too? Ali: Hooray for Catholicism, yeah? 😏 Ali: she loves my Ma, more like Carly: we spend our sundays on our knees nana but its 🚽🤮 or u kno a bigger sin Carly: u do look like her i remember Ali: that's not QUITE 🚽🤮 levels but close 😂 Carly: nah its nice u have the same 👀💙✨ Carly: idk who i look like Carly: postman maybe Ali: now I don't know whether to 😳 or be 🤨 you like my Ma too Ali: you look like you and that's Ali: 💛 😍 😘 🥰 😚 👸 👼🏽 🐰 🌼 🌻 🌞 🍓 🍑 🍨 🍰 🍭 🍬 🎆 💜 Carly: yea 🤞🙏🌠 the postman isnt my da cuz hes a ride Carly: aw now youve got me 😳 Ali: rude, my postman is not Carly: 🚫💌 then baby Carly: ill text u instead Ali: so grumpy, don't stick your hand right into our house if you don't wanna get bitten, sir Ali: not by me, whatever Ronan has said Ali: though I'm well flattered I'm getting a text back Carly: ha its k its not that u use too much teeth Carly: & course ur my hero Carly: tho 🤞🙏🌠 wont b an sos every time Ali: good, can't have him putting you off with blatant lies Ali: it won't be if I do a better job at the heroics and get there before any bad shit can happen Carly: its k i like it Carly: helps me remember what i did Carly: 💔😢 no lads r spelling their names out in bruises for the who Carly: 🐇🐾🐇🐾🐇 Carly: nooo theres no better u could do Carly: ur flying to me faster than anyone has ever ever Ali: amateurs, like Ali: so rude, ain't they heard you're 👸 Ali: I'm basically there now, prepare for the best tea party you've ever been to Carly: aint wat theyve heard but idc Carly: yay 💙 i havent had 1 since me & my 🧸🧸🧸 Ali: I'll be 🎶🔊 it so get in the know lads Ali: awh, can I meet them too? Carly: not too 🔊 or ur gf will bite me which could b fun but im not trying to do u like 💔😢 Carly: some r shyer than others but if u work ur 🔮 how u did for me ull make friends Ali: fill your boots, babe, I don't reckon she's your type, like Ali: I'll be on my best behaviour 🤞 Ali: the loveliest guest you've ever had 🤞🤞 Carly: be fun though Carly: not boring Ali: 😲😲 Ali: Is that the impression I give off? Ali: or another Ronan tale, either way Ali: gonna have to prove otherwise now in the most extra ways imaginable Carly: nahhh Carly: he don't lie to me its his 1 saving grace Carly: its just like a pls Carly: to u & the universe Ali: I won't be boring Ali: trust me Carly: k Carly: i do ur a lifesaver Ali: nah Ali: just happy to help Carly: im happy we r mates Ali: me too Ali: idk why we weren't before, like Ali: too many people at school Carly: & i dont go much ha Ali: this is true Ali: lesser spotted walsh 🐦 Carly: oooh wat colours am i Ali: 💗💜💛🧡💗 Carly: cute Ali: very Carly: wats ur fave colour? Ali: It's a harder question than people reckon, that Ali: like, there's so many beautiful things of every colour Ali: if I can decide for the day, I feel like I'm doing a disservice to all the others Carly: sorry Carly: i havent decided on mine either Carly: when i was a lil kid it was 💛 for the 🌞 then wen i started goin out it was silver for wat i thought the 🌚 looked like Carly: but ive seen so many new colours since Ali: kids always know Ali: they're much smarter than adults about everything Carly: i bet ur lil bro is the smartest Carly: like u Ali: he likes red for 🚨❌🛑⛔️🚫💯‼️🥊🥤 Ali: and I see the appeal Carly: does he like 🍎? i kno somewhere that sells the reddest shiniest 1s Carly: or we cud just throw 🍅s Ali: he's at the anti-fruit stage Ali: but I reckon he could be convinced if we let him smother 'em in caramel and sprinkles Carly: its a date Ali: Me first

[alex-fucking-dempsey]

requested by: beaniekt

oh gosh, this was requested so fucking long ago :/ IM SORRY ;-;

-

Zach had just sat down next to Bryce- with five cups of fruit loops- the brunette smiled wickedly looking at his close friend as Zach opened up the first cup of fruit loops, “Hey, I heard you were looking for some more money,” Zach looked up his eyebrows furrowed, he was he needed money but he couldn’t get a job because he had to constantly watch May, help Alex Standall with his physical therapy, and go to baseball- and basketball- practice/games.

The raven-haired boy shrugged while putting a few of the colorful cereal into his mouth, “I mean… I guess so, why?” He questioned.

“Well, how about you and I make a little bet” Zach stopped eating his eyebrows raised in curiosity, nodding inquisitively, “You see Standall over there,” Zach’s eyes followed Bryce's gaze. There Alex Standall was his light brown almost red colored hair picking at his salad, he and Alex were acquaintances they weren’t extremely close although Zach did help him from time to time it didn’t really make them best friends.

“Yeah what about him?” Zach asked looking back towards the wicked boy.

“I bet you can’t get him to fall in love with you in time of now to the end of the school year,” He smirked, the taller one of the two frowned, but money was money and Bryce was filthy rich.

“How much are we talking?” Zach asked popping another fruitloop in between his thin pink lips.

“Five hundred big ones,” Was it worth it? Zach decided on no. He shook his head slowly.

“Nah dude, that’s fucked up,” Bryce raised his eyebrows at the boy next to him.

“Someone’s afraid to lose,” He was manipulating and maniacal and he knew just how to get what he wanted, especially when it came to getting one of his goons to do something for him.

“I’m not afraid to lose it’s just that’s mean is all,” He shrugged speaking with less confidence than before eating more of the cereal.

“Mhm,” He hummed sarcastically, with a small grin playing at his thin lips, “I think someone’s a coward,” He sung grabbing Zach's cereal cup and eating a few. Zach hated that word, coward, he was one, that was true but he wouldn’t admit it he wouldn’t speak of it, what he said got underneath his skin.

“I’m not coward, I’ll do it…” He inhaled before continued, “For double the price,” Bryce nodded looking at his ‘friend’ with new found respect for him.

“Alright,” He nodded sticking his hand out, “It’s a bet,” Zach nodded a sinking feeling inside his stomach- he ignored it.

-

“Hey, Alex,” Zach said as they stood in the locker room of the swimming pool after another their physical therapy session. Alex looked up at the boy with a hum as he ran a towel through his hair, “Wanna go see a movie with me, I- I mean if you aren’t tired, because you really pushed yourself today,” He smiled, trying to persuade him.

“Am I going to get something other than salad?” He questioned making Zach chuckle.

“Of course,”

“Then yeah, okay, as long as it isn’t a cheesy shitty teen movie,” He rolled his eyes as he had slipped on his shirt, closing his locker.

“Nah, dude, we’ll watch a good movie,” He spoke his gaze lingering a little too long before he went ahead a put his white tee shirt on, putting his varsity jacket over, hair wet sticking to his forehead he ran his hands through it.

“What’s even playing at the theaters?” Alex questioned standing up using his cane for support. Zach thought for a second, what would be best to execute his plans.

“I think a good horror movie is playing I’m not too sure,” The giant shrugged before helping Alex out of the pools lockerroom, his heart nagging at him 'this is wrong, this is fucking wrong Zach, look at him he’s been through so much,’ he inhaled deeply, pushing the thoughts away, further into the back of his mind… If only he would’ve listened to that feeling.

As they got in the car Zach looked over at Alex, a silence fell between the two. He smiled before looking back to a steering wheel, once Zach got settled in he started the car and began to drive towards the Crestmont.

Jack noticed the silence no radio is playing so he took it upon himself to turn the radio up, going through the options before he landed on one Bitch Better Have my Money played Zach smiled contently, Alex was having none of it- he could get down to some Rih-Rih don’t get him wrong but this wasn’t a song he was into at the moment.

“Seriously?” The boy deadpanned, Zach looked over at him his eyebrows furrowed as he chuckled shrugged his shoulder.

“Bitch better have my money!” Zach sang along to the song with a knowing smirk toying on his lips, “Y'all should know me well enough!” He shrugged his shoulder up and down as a form of- terrible- dancing.

“This is shit Zach,” He rolled his eyes Zach looked over at him with a look of pure confusion.

“How can you diss the queen herself?” He questioned out of pure shock.

Alex shook his head sarcastically clicking his tongue, “Oh young Dempsey, you have a lot to learn, she is good- mmmmsure, but, not THAT good,” He shrugged simply.

“Alright, plug your phone into my aux, let's see,” Alex did what has requested a smile stretching across his lips, his dimples very predominately there.

The music began playing and Zach knew exactly who it was, he looked over at Alex, “Now, she is a true queen,” He explained as Billie Elishes Copy Cat played.

“Is this the song you get hyped to?” He asked.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I mean. C'mon, listen to it,” Alex replied looking out the window.

-

“Are you scared?” Zach asked the boy was hogging the popcorn, he had jumped for the tenth time.

“N-no, this amateur shit,” He whispered back to his taller counterpart. Zach smiled before looking back up at the screen Alex was obviously scared and Zach was too- not that he’d admit it. Alex jumped the popcorn being thrown up into the air the buttery popcorn landing on the two of them.

“Why’d you lie?” Zach questioned smirking biting back a laugh. Alex shot him a glare grabbing a piece of popcorn from Zach's lap.

“Hey guess what,” Alex whispered. Zach shrugged with a questioning look on his face, “Fuck you.” He smiled, Zach starred at Alex his eyebrows raised with a smirk, he mimicked Alex picking a piece of popcorn from his shoulder.

“Yeah, okay,” he smirked looking back at the screen.

“She’s so fucking stupid why is gonna go back into the-” A scream erupted from the woman on the screen scaring Alex forcing himself to lean into Zach his face straight into Zach's arms.

“Yeah, Alex, you’re totally not scared not at all,” Zach laughed a tad before rolling his eyes.

“Fuck you,”

“You would,” He smirked.

“Sorry, I have higher standards,” He smirked.

-

It’d been a month into the bet and now if you saw Zach you saw Alex and if you saw Alex you saw Zach. They were inseparable the best of friends, yes, they were extremely annoying together and no, they didn’t care nor did they notice, Bryce sure as hell did and spoke up to Zach, Zach was on his way to sleep over at Alex’s leaving Bryce's place, “Don’t tell me you actually like that freak,”Zach's stomach dropped and he wanted to defend Alex and put Bryce in his place but no matter how much he wanted too, he couldn’t.

“Nah man,” He faked a smile, “All for the bet, I want that money,” Bryce smirked it was enough to throw chills down Zach's spine.

“Yeah, man, of course the bet,” And with that Zach left his keys in hand, he frowned, was this worth it? Could it push him over the edge one day? Would it? What would happen after the money? Zach frowned hitting his head- Love, Simon style (Zach forced Alex to go and watch it with him, yes, Zach cried) on his stirring wheel.

“I’m a piece of shit aren’t I, dad?” He questioned to no one but himself, he didn’t even know if he believed in signs but at that moment he looked over at the right time and there a white butterfly landed on his windshield and his aunt calls those butterflies angel butterflies, he smiled to himself, do what’s right he could hear his father saying.

-

Alex starred up at ceiling his arms on his stomach, he couldn’t sleep- he just could put his finger on why “Zach?” He waited for a response looking at the strange patterns in the ceiling.

“Yeah?” Zach whispers. He longed to tell Alex about everything he wanted to, it’s what was right he took a deep breath.

“I can’t sleep,” Alex spoke mindlessly not really knowing Zach had something on his mind.

“Me either,” The raven-haired boy rolled over to face his smaller counterpart who was on the bed, to his surprise a pair of blue eyes were already trained on him.

“Why can’t you?” He asked softly picking at the sheets beneath him.

Zach shrugged, “Not sure,” He knew, he knew very well. Alex reached for the pillow underneath his head throwing it at the boy on the floor.

“What the heck, Alex?” He laughed throwing it back- softly of course.

“Suck it, Dempsey,” He smiled, it was something that Zach had seen a few times before but it was felt special like his dimples were only ever present around him, his smile so bright that even the sun got jealous it just got Zach's stomach flipping in circles.

“Before the world goes to shit in the next couple of weeks and we are all put on the trail do you want to go to the carnival with me tomorrow?” His dark brown eyes looked through his lashes at towards Alex. How could you say no to Zachary Dempsey? Short answer, you can’t.

“Yeah…” Alex smiled throwing the pillow back at Zach.

-

“You gotta win me a Teddy Bear,” Alex said as he pointed to the game it was night so light shone perfectly on Alex's smile. Alex felt normal- well as normal as he could- no one knew why he had the cane and there were no stupid whispers about him.

“You bet your ass I will,” Zach shot back with a smirk pulling out a couple of dollars as Alex took out his phone and opened Snapchat up and began recording as soon as Zach bought the balls.

“Don’t record me!” Zach giggled as he threw the ball making one of the moving clowns fall down causing the two of them to cheer, Zach looked back at the Alex with a smile before doing it, again and again, winning the prize. Zach- while Alex was still recording took his best friend into a large bear hug causing a laugh to erupt from the smaller boy, the recording had stopped and Alex- of course, didn't post it to his story but saved it- smiled as Zach let go of him.

The man in the booth smiled sweetly at the two, “Which bear would you like son?” Zach looked over at Alex.

“The giant brown one,” He said looking up at the taller more beefier of the two. The man nodded turning around handing it to Zach.

“You take care of him,” He said passing the bear over.

“Oh, we’re not a-”

“We’re friends,” Alex said shaking his head.

“Sure you are,” He smiled.

And with that, the two set off walking- Alex limping- around the carnival. “Teacups?” Zach suggested, Alex shook his head.

“It’ll make me sick,”

“Funnel cakes?” Zach said fixing the bear he was holding.

“Yeah,” The two slowly but surely made their way there getting two funnel cakes- one with extra cinnamon.

Zach whipped out his phone doing a boomerang from the funnel cakes to Alex. “That’s ugly, I’ll bet,” Alex frowned tearing off a piece with his hands.

“What do you mean?” The other one questioned his face stuffed, powered sugar around his lips.

Alex grabbed a napkin reaching for Zach's face- not realizing, “Me, I mean, its ugly because of me,” He shrugged his blue eyes looking down at his lips sipping away the powdered sugar- and then he caught himself quickly sitting down throwing the napkin towards the chocolate-eyed boy.

Zach rolled his eyes wiping his lips not saying a word about what had just occurred, “Don’t talk yourself down like that,” Zach sternly spoke looking straight into the icy blue eyes of Alex Standall. “You looked…” Zach struggled to find the right words, “Amazing,” He smiled a small and goofy grin.

Zach and Alex stared at each other for a while, “Sweet,” He said sarcastically, “Now eat your food,”

-

Within two months and a half, the two were all over each other's social media, if you looked on Zachs Snapchat you’d see Alex had hacked his phone- being the only person that knows his password- with a stupid photo of he and Zach. If you look on Alex’s Instagram you’d see his normal emo boy postings but sprinkled with a carousel post of he and Zachs adventures, in the description of those pictures it would read 'The jock and the crippled adventures part…’ The two of them were close extremely close.

“Zach,” The brunette haired boys whispered- it was pretty late- his phone on the tired boys face, zooming in.

“Shut the fuck up, Standall,”

He giggled his foot coming into the frame of his Snapchat video kicking him softly, “You’re the worst,” Zach opened his eyes at that comment flipping the boy off and at that moment when brown met blue for the million and tenth time something shifted the world stopped spinning, the universe stopped expanding, time had stopped. The two tired boys had a connection sure, but they had just become more than that, just one look and it shook the foundation of their friendship. It was silent until the recording ended and began playing snapping the two back into reality. That was that, it wasn’t mentioned for the rest of that night nor the following morning while Zach made breakfast- they had switched it up and spent the night at his house instead.

Alex leaned against the railing of the stairs watching Zach dance around the kitchen- he was creating his world-famous French toast. He slowly walked down the steps, “Good morning,” The brunette yawned making Zach look up pausing the music.

“Hm?”

“Good morning, Jesus, are you trying to wake up May?” He had slept over a few times and knew May- Zach's little sister- was always grumpy when she woke up, “Anyways, help me over there so I don’t bust my ass, Dempsey,” Zach did as he was told.

-

Alex sat alone in his room he hadn’t seen Zach in a week, after that strange day they just stopped talking and that made Alex sad sadder than he’d like to admit. He had hung out with Jessica a few times throughout the week but it wasn't as it was with Zach, the constant happiness Alex had never felt in his life sometimes he’d smile till his cheeks hurt, he felt more confident with himself.

You probably drove him away, his thoughts spoke to him, you did drive him away, everyone gets tired of you at some point. His brain kept pushing these thoughts towards him and he couldn't push them away and soon a tear fell and then another and then another until he was sobbing hysterically so hard he couldn't hear his phone ringing nor did he hear the knocking on his door until it busted open. His sad blue eyes looked up only to find Zach.

“What the fu-” He looked down at the crying boy, “Alex, what’s-”

“You got tired of me didn’t you?!” He shouted all of his sadness and anger pushing through his voice. “You hate me now don’t you?!”

“Wha- Alex? What do you mean?” He tried getting closer but Alex threw a pillow at him.

“Leave me alone! Just go!”

“I’m not leaving you, Alex,” He shook his head- his heart was heavy in his chest he was lying to Alex, all for what? Money?

“No go hang out with you’re real friends!”

“You are my real friends!” Zach said trying to reach for Alex only getting hand slapped away but that didn't stop him he took the crying boy in a hug he tried to push away from Zach but it was no use they stayed there in that moment for what seemed like hours.

“Why did you think that Alex?” Zach whispered against his neck, no answer to the question he just felt… Hurt? 

-

“You know,” Zach said leaning on his locker waiting for Alex to get dressed, “We should go to Monets,” Zach had to admit, he loved hanging out with his new found best friend, he loved it more than anything in the world. He loved the feeling in his stomach like the flutter of butterflies when the almost red-head hugged him, he loved the scent of Alex Standall, but he was nothing but confused. He was straight... Wasn’t he? I mean he and Hannah have done some things, if you’re picking up what he’s putting down, he’d always found women attractive never a stupid guy, but he just can’t help but think of Alex when he tried to drift to sleep when he tried to do anything. That’s what made this bet so hard to execute, they’re best friends but recently he’s noticed a shift in the friendship, not a bad a bad one, not at all actually. 

“If you’re planning to propose,” He said putting his shirt on, “You’ll be thoroughly disappointed, Dempsey,” He looked behind himself reaching for his cane, “It’s a no,” A mimicked a sad smile, the other boy held out his large hand for Alex to grab rolling his eyes.

“Ah, too bad, you could’ve had all the candy in the world,” The two carried on the joke until they got into the car. 

“What’s the song we’re listening to today, oh wise one?” Zach goofed around, looking over towards Alex with a smile.

“I don’t know man, I didn’t prepare,” The two laughed and just talked all the way to Monets something the two did often, but it was different it had a different feel to it, like it was a big world but it was there’s for the taking, Alex felt more normal than he had in forever and Zach felt... Happy, like his feet were so light, he didn’t have the weight of the tapes over him it was just he and Alex, Alex and Zach, it sounded... Right.

-

The two sat on the higher level of Monets, “Zach?” Zach looked up from the drink he had, had whipped cream on his face he felt it and licked a bit of it off before grabbing a napkin and wiping the rest of his face off. 

“Yeah?” Blue met brown. Alex was sure that this wasn’t just some stupid moment like the one the two shared on that late Saturday night, it was real. 

“Have you ever-” Alex struggled to find the words, “Questioned yourself, like uh... I don’t know, Sexuality wise, ya know like I thought I was straight with like Jessica and stuff and then... I don’t know what I’m saying-” Zach raised his brow at him.

“No, I get what you’re saying,” Zach nodded, “Haven’t we all?” He wanted to keep it vague, but it sounded douchy.

Alex took a sip of his hot chocolate, “So you have?” His big blue eyes stared straight into the soul of the eyes, just as dark as his the coffee underneath the whipped cream in Zach’s mug.

Zach shrugged, “Yeah, why do you ask?” Alex turned away to drink more of the hot chocolate.

“I don’t know, I just... I’m confused,” He probably stared so hard at the hot chocolate it grew eyes and stared right back at him.

“Alex?” 

“Hm?” He still didn’t look up.

“Who?”

He looked up and starred at Zach which answered the question, a smile spread across his face, “God, why are starring at me like that?” The two laughed, Zach and Alex. Yeah, that sounded right. 

-

When Zach woke up on the bed instead of the floor it felt right, he almost forgot about the stupid bet. “Hey,” Alex said his eyes fluttering open his voice raspy and deep.

“What are we?” Alex groaned turning away from Zach’s question.

“It’s too early for this,” 

“I’ll decide,” Zach chuckled, “We are boyfriends,” Alex turned back over squinting at Zach.

“Yeah okay, now shut the fuck up,” Zach reached his hand over capturing his hips into his long arms, “So we’re that couple?” Alex mumbled. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” The raven-haired boy laughed.

“Shut up, dude,” 

“Dude?” The two spent the rest of their morning laughing and talking, their first morning as a couple was... Sweet. 

-

Five months into the bet, the few people that knew about them teased them constantly- in the most loving way possible of course- about how disgustingly cute they were, and they were right, see when they were just best friends they were extremely obnoxious together and everyone knew it, but now they were the type of couple you and you’re boyfriend WISH they could be. 

It was almost their two month anniversary and Zach needed to get rid of that stupid tug at his heart, he wasn’t just a bet to him anymore, he was far more than that, “Alex wait in the car, I’ll be out in a sec,” He directed, Alex just nodded distracted by a game- a kept losing- on his phone, surely he was going to get bored of it.

He stepped on the stairs leading up to the Devil’s house, knocking on the Devil’s front door. The car began to get too hot for Alex’s liking so he had to roll down the window, little did he know everything he was about to hurt would break his heart in two. “Hey buddy,” Bryce smiled wickedly it made Zach want to barf but he kept his cool. “What’s he doing here?” He pointed his chin towards Zachary’s car. 

“That’s what I came here to talk to you about,” The boy was nervous his heart in his throat. 

“You fell for him didn’t you Zachy?” Bryce laughed through his nose, “Or... Oh shit, you’re dating him aren’t you?” 

Zach’s face fell he looked anywhere but Bryce’s face, “I-”

“He was just a bet, I can’t believe it...” He pushed Zach’s shoulder, “You’re a fucking fag,” His smile grew.

“A bet?” Alex was slowly making his way over toward’s Zach and Bryce, “A bet!” Alex’s breathes were short and shallow. 

“No, Alex- I swear-”

Bryce smirked enjoying the show,” Don’t you ever fucking come near me ever again! Fuck you, you’re a piece of shit!” His voice cracked as a single tear fell from his eye. 

“Alex, I’m sorry I was going to tell-”

“I- So, I was just some bet! I was a fucking bet to you!” He exclaimed trying to hobble off he wanted to never see anyone ever again. 

Zach chased after the limping boy, “No, Alex! In the begging you were but Alex.. I love you!” The boy exclaimed all of his cards on the table.

“Prove it. Prove that you love me! Or are you just gonna lie to me again?” He was so angry, bitter. 

“I will! I’ll prove it, whatever it takes.” 

-

Alex slammed his door shut throwing items around his room tears tracking down his face, “I’m a fucking idiot!” He shouted trying to pick up the bear but ultimately failing so he just threw himself onto the excessively large bear sobbing into it as fell asleep, he wore his heart on his sleeve and in return he got burned. 

-

Alex sat with Jessica and Clay during lunch telling them what happened, as more of their group came he told all of them, and then there was Zach, “Oh look,” Ryan said rolling his eyes taking a bite out his salad. 

“Alex- I-”

“Get the fuck out of here Zach,” Clay snarled, he was furious, first he hurt Hannah and now Alex. 

“No, I have to prove something to him.” He shot daggers at the rest of the table.

The lunchroom went silent as Zach began to speak rather loudly, “I, Zach Dempsey, fucked up.” He was scared, terrified even but he couldn’t let the same thing that happened to Hannah happen to Alex, he just couldn’t. “I made a bet with a friend...” He spoke rather biterly, “And I had the five months left of my junior year to make Alex Standall fall in love with me,” He gulped, “I hurt him,” He explained further, “But, I want everyone to know, I wanted to tell him- I was scared, extremely,” He bit his lip, “I was a coward, but I ended up falling in love with the fucking most beautiful,” He looked down towards Alex who looked like a deer in headlights,”Person ever, and I don’t want to hurt him ever again,” He sighed, “So, here I am, just a boy asking for you’re forgivness, I will work for the rest of my life for you to forgive me Alex Standall, I love you,” 

Alex shook his head tearing up, “Fuck you, Zach!” Zach looked taken back, but it’s not like he expected it, “Fuck you for taking my sadness and making so fucking happy okay, I love you!” 

I guess you could say the rest was history. 

[herowy]

Dating Headcanon 3 + Scenario

Jenny

A total tsundere.

Most likely you would suggest going out in the first place.

Acts nonchalant with it but is actually really nervous.

She takes things slow in the relationship because she hasn't dated before and is just clueless about it.

Blushes a lot.

The type to want to hold your hand but is too shy to ask and will keep on debating over if she should. She misses the chance and is then pissed about it.

She's straightforward and blunt almost rude with people she doesn't care or relaxed with but with you, she is a complete mess and stuttering fool.

There are many times she wants to compliment you but is too shy and prideful to say them.

She would curse off people who are staring or making you feel uncomfortable, and if they brave enough to challenge her she'll get physical without a thought.

Gets into a lot fight in general and always have a few scratches and bruises on her.

She would be hesitant about dating at first because of all the violence and doesn't want to get you involved. The last thing she wants is you getting hurt. Of course, she'll never say that.

If you're really adamant on staying with her you'll have to really show it because then she'll just keep denying you and distancing herself.

If you do manage, swear on her life she'll keep you safe and as far from her brawls as possible. She might become more rational and actually think twice before getting into conflict to ensure your safety.

Your gonna have to be really patient with her since she doesn't express her emotions very well.

Hates overcrowded places, like really hates it, despises it.

Probably might see one of her enemies there or something.

She's not a romantic but does try and they usually end up failing.

Remembers the little things you like but acts like she doesn't care and tries to be very subtle with it.

If you unconsciously mention food or craving you want she'll pretend not to care but then a few minutes later or when your not looking she'll get it for you.

Not the type to initiate public affection and so you would have to make a move if you want any. Even then she'll try to avoid it but not because she hates it but because she's just really nervous and shy.

She's a private person so she prefers to be intimate when you two are alone.

The further the relationship develops she would start to show more affection and comfort but privately.

Baby steps like holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist and tiny compliments but all this while not looking at you.

She has a foul mouth but tried to lighten it with you. Tries.

There will be times when she's down in the dumps and will want to hold you close to her. These are the times where she's most vulnerable and needs you to be there.

Does get jealous quite easily and even over the little things but once you question her about it she will stutter out denial as quickly as possible.

Just sulks when she's jealous, depending on what or who she's jealous about it might get physical.

She prefers isolated places but if you really insist on going somewhere a little crowded then she'll follow grumpily.

Likes animals so probably the zoo or aquarium.

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The night was as lively as ever, colourful streamers and small lanterns hunged and glowed vibrantly across the pathway. Stalls were situated at every corner emitting the smell of fried food and cotton candy.

The overflowing crowd continued to sway endlessly and voices overlapped one another with wild laughter and hollers.

If there was one thing she hated the most that would overcrowded places or loud and annoying bundles of people in one area. The grabble beneath them could barely be seen.

She gave out a low grunt while being dragged through the hoard by a delicate hand.

If it wasn't because of her lover and his doe-shaped eyes and honeyed voice begging her to come with him to a festival gathering, she would never, repeat, never come near this place.

"Come on jenn~ It'll be fun!." With his hands clasped together into a praying gesture.

" Ugh."

"Pleassseee Jenny." He closed the gap between them shouldering next to hers and giving the sweetest smile.

"There's nothing even fun out there. Just the same shit every year. Loud people and ball throwing crap." She grunted and stepped back slightly flustered at how close he was. She also didn't mention it being dangerous in the chances of passing by one of her enemies or them seeing her with him.

"No it's not. It will be fun if you actually give it a try. Come on, please. We've never gone to any festivals TOGETHER before. Besides, it'll make for a great date!"

"D date!?" Her face became red.

"Yeah, a date. Don't you want to?"

"…w well…it's not like…I don't w want to." She averted her eyes.

"…hmmm." He gawked at her inquisitively like he's searching for something.

"…"

"…"

"Ughh! Fine, let's go. Since your being so damn annoying and stop staring at me like that!" She blurted in defeat.

"Really!? Yay!!" He cheered.

Jenny grabbed her denim jacket and shoved it onto her self angrily. Damn him for being so cute!

And that's why they're now here.

Being dragged by the hands of her lover and making their way through the pathway as smooth as possible.

She could feel the excitement from how hastily he was hauling her.

A few seconds later she heard his voice saying something but it was blocked out by the screams of the crowd.

"What?"

"Lo…mm.."

She tsked. Next minute the hand attached on her arm was gone.

"Wah hey!"

Jenny called for his name and expected for him to reply but nothing…

She started to panic. Aggressively pushing through the hoard of people and cursing at them to move. She managed to squeeze into a more spacious area and searched for his figure. Turning back and forth and desperately roared for his name.

She was really worried now. What if he got hurt? What if she can't find him? What if…someone found him?

Her heart clawed at her chest in anxiousness and her body started to sweat at the acceleration

Trying to calm herself. She pulled out her phone and frantically pressing onto his contact number.

Ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…rin-

"Fuck! Why isn't he answering!? Fuck for fuck sakes!"

She was pissed. Very pissed.

Running through each row of stalls and pushing at people.

Where the fuck is he?!

She sprinted to the gates where the stalls ended and it was the ocean.

Dashed down the grabble steps and onto the beach where the ocean was.

The scratchy sounds from the grinding of sand against her red converse.

Running through the shore and making her way to the end of the beach which would seem absurd. The beach is more than 100 feet long. She didn't care though, she just wanted to find him.

Then she came to a halt midway. A familiar figure. She prayed to god it was him.

The figure turned around and with a shocked expression.

"Jenny!" He cried cheerfully.

"Ha ha ha…ha…" Panting out of exhaustion and the rapid pulse of her heartbeat.

"Thank goodness your finally here. I was worried that you wouldn't come here. I was gonna call-"

"Fuck sakes!"

"Huh?"

"What the fuck were you doing?!"

"Wh what are you talking about?"

"Why the fuck weren't you answering your fucking phone!?"

"Wah, my phone…oh, i-"

"Do you know how fucking worried I was!?"

"…"

He gaped and alarmed at her outburst. She was breathing heavily, sweat trailing from her forehead and her red hair sticking out everywhere. A complete mess.

"I was fucking running around for an hour trying to fucking find you! I called your phone and you didn't even fucking answer! Why the fuck even have a phone when you won't even fucking answer people's calls!?"

"…sorry…" His eyes fell down to his shoes and held a sad expression. It was like a child being scolded.

"Haaa…" She sighed and turned her face away from his.

A long moment of silence between them. The tension was thick and heavy.

"Jenny…im really sorry…I didn't mean to worry you. I got distracted by one of the stalls during the way. When I turned back…you were gone. It's my fault. I thought it was a good idea to wait here at the beach because it wasn't crowded and we can meet up together...but I didn't think…" He confessed with guilt in his voice and still not being able to look at her.

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

"I couldn't hear it during the crowd…"

She sighed again.

"I'm really sorry Jenny. I was planning on calling you though…" Biting his lips and felt a slight tremble, tears pricking at his eyes and slowly sliding down his soft cheeks.

Her eyes widened at the sight. His tears. He was crying. Her lover was crying. Jenny made her lover cry.

Her heart clawed at her again. Like before but it was more painful this time. It was piercing at her. Stabbing her through the front. Excruciatingly pain that made her hands welled into a fist and white.

"H hey…"

"…"

"Haaa look i-"

"…"

"I'm…sorry…"

"Huh?"

Jenny wanted to hold him. Embrace him entirely against her chest. Wipe those tears and protect him. Instead, she made him cry.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. I…I should have stayed closer with you and…I shouldn't have yelled at you either. Sorry."

"No no. It's clearly my fault, stupid of me to get so easily distracted and then get lost like that. I was stupid.

" Hey don't say shit like that! Your not…your not stupid. Look, it doesn't matter who's fault it is anymore. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

"…"

Witnessing the sadness in his expression and tears that held its place. Swallowing her pride. Jenny closed their distance and hugged his fragile-like body.

"Damn it. Hey, hey look at me."

He slowly looked up at her amber eyes.

She carefully wiped his tears with her thumb and then firmly held his waist and head against her own body.

He leaned in with comfort.

"I really am sorry Jenny." His voice slightly muffled against her shoulders.

"Stop apologising already."

"But i-"

She cuts him off by tilting his chin upwards and sealing his lips with hers. Her tongue caressing his. He was surprised at her boldness. She doesn't usually initiate the first kiss, especially in public.

A few seconds later they leaned back with a thread of saliva connecting their mouths. Panting for air. Staring at each other for god knows how long.

Jenny finally breaks out of the trance of his enchanting orbs and realises what was happening. An immediate rush of heat flooded her face and quickly lets go of him.

"Ahem…that uhh th that wa wasn't supposed to happen…" She coughed.

He frozed his gaze at her stuttering and then giggled.

"Hahaha."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry Jenny, I get it. Thank you for comforting me"

"Wah h hey! It's not what you t think! I just did that so…so you would stop your cr crying! I don't actually care for you…"

"You were worried about me crying that's why you did that, right? So, you do care for me!"

"No, I don't fucking care! You were just being annoying and an eyesore!

" But you hugged me, wiped my tears and even kissed me."

"Shut up I only did that because it was in the moment."

"Hmmm just say you love me already."

"Shut the fuck up. No I fucking don't!"

Jenny was fuming with redness and frustrated by his persistence. She really wanted to shut him up again and his teasing.

"Haha, I love you too Jenny." He flashed a sweet smile.

By God was that long. Since it was only Jenny I'm writing for I decided to make it into headcanon plus scenario.

Honestly, reading back at them I feel bad for my lack of attention towards Mimi and Emily. Compared to the others I didn't write as much. They were my first OCS to start off with and I'm really fond of them.

I'll give them more writing next time to even it out.

[sevenpabosandabunchoffans]

requested by: [anonymous] for the drabble game 99: “how could you forget your son’s birthday?” with: lee jihoon (woozi) x reader word count: 915 notes: it’s a really long drabble im sorry omg -kura (edit later)

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The chains creak and squeak as Jihoon’s toes nudge him along on the swing, shoes making small patterns in the worn dirt beneath him — he can’t see much in the dim glow of the street lamp overhead, but as he swats mosquitos and moths away from his eyes, he catches a glimpse of the vague and coincidental ‘16’ drawn in the dust. The sight of it has him frowning again, fighting down the ache of disappointment in his chest.

“Hey, Uji, I’m here!” The sudden use of his childhood nickname startles Jihoon, to say the least, and he knocks his temple on the swing chain as he turns to look at your oncoming figure, clutching several brown paper bags in your arms.

The chill of fall air doesn’t seem to register in your mind, as you’re wearing a pair of shorts and the thin sweater he specifically remembers buying for you last Christmas, your battered canvas shoes treading carefully among the crunch of autumn leaves. You look like you’re trying awfully hard not to drop the load in your arms, yet you smile anyway, cheeks and nose pink with the night breeze’s cold bite.

“Hey,” you repeat again with a breath, hugging the crinkling shopping bags closer to your chest as you seat yourself cautiously on the swing beside Jihoon. He hums a noncommittal response, and you waste little more than a second before you’re screwing your face up to squint at him in concern. “You alright? I figured you’d be more excited to meet with me, considering it’s your birthday, and all. Don’t you wanna know what I bought you?” you ask, waving the packages around teasingly.

He gnaws on the inside of his cheek, pulling his sweatshirt sleeves further over his hands, and for a moment he thinks he may not give you a response until the words unravel on his tongue of their own accord. “My dad forgot.”

Your eyes are wide now, unveiled surprise settling over your features as your lips part in what can only be deciphered as disbelief. “What do you…” You open your mouth once, twice, thrice, until you exhale loudly and shake your head. “God, why am I surprised?” you murmur, absently setting down the bags down on the ground near your feet. When Jihoon doesn’t say anything, you spare him a side glance with your lips thinning out into a pursed line.

You swear that you actually feel a physical pang in your heart when you see how his brows have screwed together to fight down his emotions — he seems hellbent on keeping his negative feelings pent up, and if that is what he wishes, then so be it.

With a loud grunt, you stand up from your swing enthusiastically, hands placed on your hips, and gaze down at the lumps vaguely recognizable in the dim lamplight. After a moment of contemplation, you crouch down and dig through one of the brown bags and fish out a little round container roughly the size of a coffee tin. You fiddle with the lid for a moment, and when Jihoon peeks at you from the corner of his eye he can hear you muttering “how could you forget your son’s birthday?” under your breath.

“Alright! Now, your dad may be a thickheaded doorstop who somehow forgot you were born sixteen years ago, but I refuse to let the day end on a bad note!” You set the container on his lap, which he rushes to catch when his swing teeters. Another bubbly grin parts your lips, all warmth and teeth, while you glance at the watch on your wrist. “It’s 11:58. Still two minutes left until your birthday is over, Uji. You game?”

He furrows his brows and gives you an inquisitive look until you gesture to the container, which he opens with a bit of hesitation, until the realization settles in and his mouth twitches. The small, undoubtedly homemade cake is covered with an abundant amount of fondant and chocolate chips, the one supposedly readable part being cursive words “Happy birthday, Jihoonie!” written in pink icing.

“How many times did you have to throw the batter out and start over?” he asks musingly while letting a small smile grow on his face.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you throw an arm around his shoulder and rest your chin on his head. “Three. Not including the time I dropped the bowl. It’ll be worth it, though — I’m willing to bet I’ll discover what your orgasm face looks like when you bite into it.” When he sputters in embarrassment and gives you an outraged gape, you raise a finger. “I don’t have a candle, so you’ll just have to eat it.”

And he does, and it is admittedly not as good as you said it’d be — but when Jihoon sees the hopeful light in your eyes and the way you excitedly clutch the collar of your sweater, he can’t help but nod and give you a thumbs up as he continues to stuff his face. The frustration he felt at his father, the loneliness he felt before you came; it all vanishes in an instant, and if you see the miniscule tear that trails through the frosting on his cheek, you don’t comment on it.

“Our Jihoon,” you coo, hugging him around the shoulders. “Happy birthday, little guy.”

He can’t bring himself to complain at your nicknames like he normally would.

“Thanks, y/n. Really.”