#it took me forver to get it all right

[3redpandasinatrenchcoat]

Awsten knight fan art

I spent a month on this 😭 I really love how it turned out and I regret nothing as I love waterparks

[fubbytime]

new friend!

All things considered, they arrived in better condition than i thought and faster (Canada to U.S.A. shipping)(why did they go from one side of canada to the other to the side of the us farthest from me. to me. was there nothing closer?) So far just some battery box corrosion, also i nicknamed them "mr grumpy and stinky fub senior" due to having an issue with one side of their mouth not closing, having a birthday of Jan 4th, 1999 (almost 25!), and coming with a peculiar smell I'm pretty sure is coming from the motor. Currently this little guy is getting a nice, long bath (the 3rd bath)(VERY stinky n still dirty) and I'm working on getting the corrosion out (so far my isopropyl alcohol isn't helping much). Very excited to do the naming and gender reveal ritual once I fix the battery box! I almost hesitated to share them so early since they need to be in their best condition for the ritual and i KNOW i can get them working. Also doing a push start just in case so I'll know for a fact what's wrong when the batteries go in. Wanna be on the safe side and troubleshoot to prevent. SO excited cannot wait to see what I can do for them.

[t0yac1d]

OKAY, GREAT. SOOOOOOJRNDNEJE LIKE JEALOUS EDDIE? (I've been on a jealous binge lately 😭) you and steve have been getting close recently and he's been flirting with you.. (GASP! but you're dating Eddie 😦.) And you always roll your eyes at it pushing him away from you while you laugh not thinking much of it. but then eddie overhears steve talking about you in a"The things I would do to her man, to bad Eddie got her before me." and he's like had enough so smutty time!!! and he js marks you up and everything for stevie to seeee.

Always Forver (E.Munson x F!Reader)

Warnings: smut, jealous sex, marking, biting, praise, hair pulling

Word Count: 1,305

Notes: I'm gonna be completely honest, idk how to really write Eddie's character so please pray that I don't fuck this up! I'm also deeply sorry for the extremely long delay, I haven't been motivated to write much, AND I don't remember the names of Steve's friends from season 1 so I chose random names.

Notes (2x): I'm back from hiatus! I've been working hard these past couple of months but I am back now! Also, I will be posting a story soon AAAHHHH I'll be sure to post info of it here and where you can read it if you're interested!

You've never thought anything of it, the way Steve treated you; how he touched you, spoke to you, cared for you. You thought he was just being the good friend that he is. You never paid any attention to the words he said to you, his flirtatious nature is almost natural to him and a part of who he is, so you thought he was just being himself. You'd brush off his words and lightly push him away with a chuckle each time.

"Babe, I just don't like the way he openly flirts you. He knows we're dating; he just doesn't care." Eddie sulked as he watched you take a shot.

The two of you were attending a party; a party your good ol' friend Steve was throwing.

You caressed his face and wrapped one of his curls around your finger, "It's nothing, he's like that to everyone. His words have no weight." You then gave him a smile and kissed his cheek before walking off. You walked past Steve and gave him little wave before meeting up with Nancy and Robin.

Eddie let out a little huff and shrugged the weary feeling off. He trusts you, and if you say that Steve's words mean absolutely nothing, then they mean absolutely nothing.

He walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer when he overheard something he wish he didn't.

"Did you see how her ass just looked in that skirt?" James asked, eyes trained on the shape of your ass in your baby pink skirt. "The things I'd do just to get a taste." Nick sighed.

"What about you, Steve? You're pretty close to her, you never wanted to get between her legs?" he continued, focus now on Steve.

"Trust me, I have. Still do." he answered. Steve sighed and slowly shook his head, "The things I'd do to her, man. Too bad Munson got her before I could."

Eddie got tense at the words that spilled out from their lips. Those disgusting words that were all targeted at you. He closed the fridge door and made his way to you. He took your hand in his and led you to the bathroom.

"Uh-"

You couldn't get a word out before his lips were on yours and your back against the door. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You don't know what had gotten into him, but you weren't complaining.

Eddie pulled away and moved you to the sink, he made you face the mirror pushed you against the porcelain. He grabbed and groped your ass, sighing to himself, "Hate to say it, but he was right. Your ass looks amazing in this skirt."

"Who- Who said that?" you asked, "Doesn't matter." he grunted. You were lost in the thought of someone other than your boyfriend would say that about you. But now you have an idea as to why he's acting the way he is.

He lifted the back of your skirt up and rubbed your lower back, "Now, be good girl and be as loud as possible."

"What-"

With one, harsh thrust his cock was in you and you were bent over, your face practically touching the mirror. Eddie's thrusts were rough and hard. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to the bathroom and not wanting people to hear the noises you'd make for this man.

Eddie pulled and tugged at your hair, pulling you close to him, "Make some noise." he grunted. His voice was husky, and his scent intoxicating. You wanted to moan, to scream but you also didn't want any attention from anyone outside. But it was starting to get difficult to not make any noise.

You whimpered and whined whenever you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cervix. "Louder baby," he sighed, the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock sent shivers throughout his body. "Just let it out, don't think about anyone else but the two of us."

Broken moans fell from your lips as you gripped the porcelain sink and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You pushed all of your worries to the side and listened to Eddie's words.

He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look in the mirror, "Good job princess, such a good girl," he smiled, locking eyes with you. "Such a pretty girl."

Eddie's eyes moved down to your neck and shoulder, which were exposed by the top you were wearing. A lightbulb switched on in his head and he slowly moved his mouth towards the most exposed spots.

He licked, nipped and kissed at your neck, testing the waters before even daring to bite into your beautiful skin. "Do it," you breathed. Eddie looked up and his eyes locked with yours again, "Do it, I want you to."

That was all he needed in order to continue.

He sunk his teeth in your soft skin, earning a hiss and moan from you in return.

Eddie left bite marks and hickeys all over your neck, and down your collarbone.

He hasn't done it before, but this just unlocked a whole new world for him that he will continue to do.

Eddie grabbed and groped your tits as he felt him dick twitch, he was so close to cumming and he can tell you were too. The way your moans went up an octave or two, the way you gripped the edge of the sink, the way your pretty eyes rolled back, the way your mouth fell open.

Eddie's hands made their way under your shirt and bra, he pinched and played with your nipples, the sensation sending goosebumps throughout your body and to your core.

You were so close, and you just wanted to cum.

You just wanted to cum for him and show him you're his good girl.

"E-Eddie..." you stuttered, "Hm?" he hummed, his pace getting faster and his hands gripping at your tits. "I'm so close, please," you didn't know what you were begging for; he was giving you everything you wanted.

Eddie brought one of his hands down and between your legs, he played with your clit, stimulating it.

You moaned and moaned; you were sure someone out there could hear you over the music. The bathroom smelled like sex, pure and raw sex.

You came and creamed all over Eddie's cock, you were sensitive to every movement right now. Eddie came inside of you, painting your walls white with his nut. When he slowly pulled his cock out of you, his nut was dripping out of you.

It was definitely a sight he loved to see. He used his fingers push the cum back inside of you and he pulled your panties back up.

"Try not to let anymore drip out of you, 'kay?" he asked, smiling.

You gave him a nod and he kissed the top of your head, forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and hands. He can't do much aftercare here, but that doesn't mean he won't show his love after fucking you.

Eddie took your hand and lead you out of the bathroom and back to the party. "You can go back to what you were doing my love."

You chuckled at his actions and walked back to Nancy and Robin; walking by Steve on your way to them.

You couldn't see it, but Eddie could.

Steve's face changed from, admiration and lust to surprise and disgust.

Surprise: He didn't think you were the type to be into that.

Disgust: It was Eddie's lips that were on you.

He scoffed and his eyes trailed down your body and to your ass. That's when he saw something dripping down your thigh.

If he wasn't as disgusted before, he's definitely disgusted now.

Guess he never had a chance after all.

[farleighlover]

— “death of you.”

| farleigh x fem!reader

disclaimers: mentions of alcohol, rival!farleigh, fluff(?), no smut (whoops sorry), really bad fic, literally no disclaimers lowk …

w.c.: 1.1k

— a/n: sorry for changing the name of the fic .. super shitty , not my best work at all .. sorry for how long it took & how short it is , i haven’t wrote in FORVER (not exaggerating) , i might turn this into a series if y’all are kind enough .. anyhoo , PLEASE send fic / bot scenarios !!

parties weren’t really your thing. what was though, is alcohol.

every story ends the same, you go to a party, try to be and behave sober, fail miserably, drink too much, then do whatever comes to mind because there’s nothing stopping you.

it was a sob story. every time you tried to tell yourself no, it failed. and it brought you to now.

you sat along the stairs outside the party. the wind blew around you as you felt ruined. the effects were coming to play, and it probably could show. a broken heel, makeup blurred on your face, and the aroma of alcohol floated around you. the good effects of alcohol was for a little, before things just became too uncomfortable. the room felt too crowded, the music got too loud, the dress suddenly too tight… you just had to take a break.

as you sat and thought, a low chuckle could be heard behind you. farleigh start. you and him didn’t have an “amazing” relationship, in fact everybody knows you two as “the rivals” over how you two fight over everything and anything. grades, who was the teachers’ favorite… you two couldn’t stand each other.

you groaned and rolled your eyes when farleigh becomes in view and takes in your appearance, eyeing you up and down. you suddenly felt highly insecure when farleigh let out a laugh.

“you, look like a mess.” farleigh says when he finally looks at your face. you glare at him and huff under your breath, although you feel your cheeks flare up. you hope that farleigh doesn’t notice.

“that’s so sweet of you.” you say flatly. “you know i have awareness of myself, right?” he takes another glimpse of yourself before answering. “..are you sure?” you roll your eyes as he smirks.

there is a favor you needed to ask farleigh, and it was for a ride or at least be able to help you walk back to your dorm. it was a horrible thing already to ask him, but all your friends ditched you and you weren’t popular enough to know people on that level to ask. the only one you had, was farleigh.

“i need a favor..” you slightly slurred over your words, already regretting asking. he let out a chuckle as he raised a brow.

you looked down to avoid eye contact, fidgeting with the skirt you wore. you mumble out, “i need a ride..” as soon as you say that, he laughs. an immediate wave of embarrassment went through you, regretting everything that has came to this moment. asking the farleigh start for a ride and actually expecting one? you might as well buy a lottery ticket. once he calms down, he looks at you, always with that stupid fucking smug grin on his face.

“you… a ride? from me?” he points to himself. he loved to piss you off. you glared. “no, the guy behind you— yes a ride from you!” you blurt out, irritated. “just forget it—“ you try to stand up, totally forgetting about your broken heel, and fall.

thankfully, farleigh catches you. he snickered, “maybe you do need a ride..” as he holds onto your hips to steady you. before you get to say something, you feel yourself get lifted up and farleigh carrying you. “farleigh, what the fuck?!” you exclaimed, immediately wrapping your arms around farleigh’s neck as your mind stirred a little from the sudden movement. “what? you needed to go back to your dorm, right?” he smirked as he started to walk. he was going to be the death of you.

“keys.” farleigh says. you looked over and saw your dorm. you let out a laugh. “you remembered my dorm?” he rolled his eyes, “again, your keys.” you let your head fall back, smirking a little. you had something to tease him with.

“purse.” you answered. he hummed and soon later, he placed you on your bed gently, which is surprising. you learned that farleigh’s capable of being a bit sweet. he sighed. “listen, i’m going to go get you some water. don’t.. don’t move.” you nod with the remaining strength, but as soon as he leaves, you pass out.

god knows for how long you fell asleep like that, but when you woke up, you feel a small sinking in your bed. you turn and see farleigh, passed out right next to you. your head buzzes with confusion, mixing with your hangover. he looks at peace, somehow blissful. the only time his expression isn’t turned in some cocky grin. you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him, analyzing and searching every inch of his face.

eventually, you slip out of bed as quietly as you can to not disturb him. when you arrive to the bathroom, there were only traces of your makeup on your face, but tons of small wipes of makeup and makeup remover. you laugh quietly, thinking how sweet the thought was. right then, you hear your front door open and quickly close.

“farleigh?” you call out, but only silence answered.

later in classes, you can tell farleigh is trying to avoid you. after classes, he immediately leaves rather than teasing and picking on you on everything and anything, he makes eye contact once when you enter the library and he decides it’s time to leave, you don’t understand how one small piece of affection he’s done for you makes him run wild.

after 2 weeks of him acting like an imbecile in your presence, you go up to him in the hall.“farleigh, what’s your problem?”

he looks shocked but quickly tries to cover it, acting coolly as he replies, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” classic farleigh. you roll your eyes, “you know exactly what i’m talking about. you run around and away when i’m around. why?” you cross your arms, trying to look more intimidating, but with farleigh being 6’5, it obviously doesn’t have the same effect.

“still have no idea what you’re talking about..” he singsonged. he was starting to piss you off. “the way you immediately leave when i’m in any room with you? the way you haven’t picked or teased on me?”he raised a brow. “did you want me to?” he teased, a small smirk appearing. you groaned. “no! i’m not—“ “because it sounds like that.” he grinned. you were going to snap his neck off. “oh my gosh, just forget it.” you grumbled. he smiled. “okaayy..” he singsonged. “see you later.” he placed a kiss on your head before walking away.

he was going to be the death of you.

.. taglist: @fuckshitslover @themoonchildwhofell @khxna @flipsconhelado

[f4iry-bell]

Suits and Spices (grayson hawthrone x desi!reader)

a/n: got inspired by @never-enough-novels and @cassiachales 's desi!reader works :3 and thought about grayson tryning desi snack for the first time. just a small imagine. also let me know if i should make a series of thing grayson trying for the first time in india. sorry if this is bad btw!!!! also not seven playing EXACTLY at we'll move india forver while i wa sediting this ???

One will find Grayson Hawthrone at a fancy restaurant rated five out five stars spending hundreds of dollars even if he just wanted something as simple as fries. One just cannot even imagine Grayson Hawthrone standing next to a small food cart that sells pani puri, a cart that doesn't even appear in google map, something very small that only the locals who live nearby would know its existence. But here he is, wearing his fancy Armani suit standing next to the cart owned by an Indian man who was probably in his late 20s holding out a small plate to him.

“Are you sure? The pani can be very spicy” You warn him. “I can take you to a restaurant where they serve pani puri, the pani won't be as spicy as it is here in the restaurants” You add, its true restaurants pani puri sucks ass.

Grayson took the plate from the man and said “No, this is your favourite pani puri stall. I want to try it. I don't care how spicy it is, nothing that i can't handle”

“If you say so. And we don't have water right now. So yeah” You inform him hoping to see a hint of fear on his face but he remains confident as ever. Even if he is scared of training this new snack his Hawthrone ego would never let him back away.

The man stuffed the mashed potatoes inside the puri and dunk it in the green pani before placing it on your plate.You waited for him to repeat what he just did and place the pani puri on Grayson’s plate.

“Now what?” Grayson was quite confused, he was sure if took a bite the green water would spill out.

“Now, you take it and put it in your mouth” You put the whole thing in your mouth and started to chew, even though you have had this pani puri a thousand times it's still a bit spicy.

Grayson’s index finger and thumb finger grabbed the pani puri on his plate and kept it near his mouth.

“Quick! The man is waiting to serve the next one” You hurry him. It's true, when you go to a pani puri stall you must be quick and have an empty plate for the server to place the next one, never make them wait.

Grayson sighed once before opening his mouth wide and putting the pani puri in his mouth and closed it. It was not bad for him, until he chewed and the pani filled his mouth along with tears filling his eyes.

You can't help but let out a chuckle once you notice the tear filled eyes. “Are you okay, Gray?” You asked with a wicked smile on your lips. He was chewing as he gave you a thumbs up. The man placed another one on your plate and Grayson’s. 

“It's not even that spicy.” He lies shamelessly after swallowing it.

“Good because one plate for each, which means 10 pani puris each. One done, nine more to go” You chuckle and eat the next one.

Grayson was not giving up. You had to stop him after his 5th one because he coughed and sucked air, and blew out air. It was a very poor sight to view.

“Aw, poor baby. Let's get you ice cream.” You knew he won’t be able to handle it all then despite him saying he can. And there is an ice cream shop nearby.

“Yes please.” He breathes out. 

By the time you two reached the ice cream shop, he was getting back to his normal state. All it took Grayson Hawthrone to sob was a 20 rupees pani puri.

[shapeofallcosmos]

time to get stupid about the king again

seeing this guy on my friend's brother's ps2 right before i moved out of my hometown at age 9 was insane, like it caused such a delayed reaction that took ten years to finally kick in. i'm desensitized now, but this changed 9 year old me in a way that i can only articulate now or something. not my favorite design, but its so classic. so original. so tastefully off putting to normal people. so...katamari. In my humble opinion, his tight clothing exudes subtle yet awesome confidance. no fear, nothing to hide, he wants all of it shown off. it's really cool. And his HEAD. I want a pillow with that pattern. Purple is by far my favorite color (and i think it's his too?) and its so soothing to look at. staring at him on my tv with my already fuzzy eyesight makes it downright hypnotic.

He's stupid, your honor. EDIT:Forgot to mention they took away his chest hair. Let the man be hairy. ok ok, on to we love. (reroll version)

oh yeah baby. oh YEAH. this is the stuff of dreams. so casual. so laid back. so lovely. he's comfy. at least physically. that stupid throne we only see again in touch my katamari. what's that lever for? sorry. tangent. the blue. the flowiness of it. his neck ruff not being sharp but instead soft and gentle. A more gentle King. I love it a lot. I actually bought some pants i saw in a thrift store because it reminded me of this king. It's such a good design. oh my god i love this king. He just looks so gentle. Like he's 20% more father now. Not "king", but "father. I don't know how to describe it. I want this fit so bad. The head is also soothing to look at too! Very nice, yet again a lot more gentle feeling, especially on the eyes. I'm probably just biased because this was the first game i started with. oh well. great design 10/10 i just wish they'd slow down on using it so much in other games (reused in forever as a model, and in touch as a model. im VERY pissed about how it was used in touch.)

ew

this was funny though. though it's kind of terrifying having him smiling when he's that close to you and when you're that small. please dont eat me.

i deeply enjoy when they are shown happy together. this design kind of smells. i actually think it's worse than touch.

I. LOVE. THIS. FIT. It's SO stupid. the stupidest fit he'll ever have. I just need to see how he even walks in it.

as i have said before, this design looks very much like my bed i used to sleep in at my grandma's house. I wanna lay on him and fall asleep. Looks so comfy. i also generally love beautiful katamari and i love how he's written as sort of like a father-friend, at least in how he talks. It reminds me of how my mom talks to me. I know, that's bias, but whatever. Beautiful King is a good dad friend to me. I love him.

man. man why'd they ruin you. i weep for this design. it's over the top in a way i dont really think fits him but it's still super pretty. I'm so mad they wrote him like that in forver. sometimes its funny but most of the time its just upsetting. he's mean yeah, but not THAT mean. (Some dialogue from RoboKing implies that when the King is off doing his own thing and that thing doesn't wind up going how he wanted it to, he'd come back and take his anger out on Robo. We never see it and again, it's just text and Robo could be lying for pity points but JESUS CHRIST. It upsets me so much! How could they do that to King?!

why. why would they do this. I cant enjoy Forever's design when it's attached to that kind of writing. all i can think of is how much of a jerk he is. i hate it. it's so pretty. im mad. on to touch...

I hate you and everything you stand for. And I am also sorry for what they did to you. You didn't deserve this. Or maybe you did.

[countessofravenclaw]

I'm just gonna dropp some more original writing for all of yours enjoyement.

I am mostly writing these as for my own enjoyment, but also was writing excercises to get myself more comfortable with writing certain things but also as character exploration for Isla and Marco,. whihc help me write them in my main works.

To know thet charcter, you have to know where they came from. Even if they are adults in my writing, in a very healthy and stable relatioship, they were once young people figuring out what they actually meant for each other.

That's what the story I call The Sunflower's Seed is about.

So, I figure this probably needs some context, given that this is a snippet from middle of the story. It's happening durng what I call the I can see you era (If you know what I mean, I refemnce Miss Swift forver and always). So it's mutual pining, we are just friends~no you're not, no one is brave enough to confess, frienzone is only in your head, everybody is seeing the tension, kind of time. It's 1996, they are 20 and in college. The specific context of this snippet is that: If you remember from Part 11 of S2AU, Isla told Luna and Nina how she and Marco used to go running together at college before they were together, while she does not like running, but did it to be cose to him. Well, during one of those runs, she fell and twisted her ankle.

“Are you doing okay?” Marco moved his hand on Isla’s back they walked toward the hallway where her room was located. 

“I keep telling you. I’m fin…” She grimaced as a sharp pain shot through her ankle. 

“And I keep telling you, it could be sprained.” Marco looked at her, his eyes filled with worry. “You need ice on it.”

Why are you so worried about me? The thought echoed in Isla’s head. Please, just say it and we can be done with this pretense. 

“Maybe you are on the wrong field,” Isla broke off the eye contact, before she got completely lost in it. “You should have been a doctor.” 

“Too late for that,” He shook his head laughing as he turned to look at the stairwell that led to the right hallway. “What’s that?”

“Oh, that.” Isla looked at the stairs as well. “They’re doing some construction, so few of the steps are missing at the start. It’s fine, you can just jump over them.” 

“You can’t.” Marco looked at her again. “Not with your ankle. That’s quite high.”

“I guess you’re right.” Isla looked at the stairs again. She still didn’t believe that her ankle was sprained, but it did hurt. “We can just walk around to the entrance on the other side.”

“That’s way too far.” Marco shook his head. 

“Well, you’re the one who said that I can’t get over the stairs,” Isla huffed, so what do you suggest we do?”

“There’s one way to get over that.” Marco looked at her… Then he promptly took her hand and…

Isla realized too late what was happening, as Marco lifted her up.

Why was it hard to breathe? 

Who was she kidding, she knew exactly why. Marco Perida had his arms around her, he was carrying her in his criminally gorgeous strong muscled arms.  

His arm was around her waist, and she was wearing a crop top. Her skin was exposed, and his touch was burning her skin off. 

Then she made the grave mistake of looking into his eyes… The pure affection, concern, care and kindness that was shining from them. What was going on? 

She couldn’t start to claim she hadn’t had this exact dream about a hundred times. Marco holding her tightly… If only he moved his hands little more up, under her shirt—

“There.” Marco placed her to the upper step and let go of her. 

Isla was about to wine in protest that he let go off her, but as she turned around, anything she wanted to say got caught in her throat as she looked at him. 

Her knight in shining armor… 

“Okay, let's go.” Marco climbed over the missing steps to where Isla was standing. “Can you get the rest of these up?”

She wanted to say no. Only to get back into his arms. “Yeah, I think I can.” 

“Nat?” Isla asked as they walked into her empty dorm room. “Huh? I guess she’s not here.” 

“Where is she?” Marco followed her. 

“I was sure she had exams this week, but who knows.” Isla shrugged, “She probably picked up a night shift or something. I don’t know what she loves so much about babysitting a hotel check-in desk.” She saw Marco’s expression. “What?”

“You shouldn’t be alone here right now.” He insisted, while reaching to take her hand

“I’ll be fine.” Isla responded, even if her heart was throwing somersaults at this very moment. 

“No.” Marco shook his head. “You need to get off your feet.” 

He pulled her gently, so she sat down on her bed. 

“I don’t think it’s swollen.” Isla pulled her left foot up on the bed and began unlacing her sneaker. “Aih. It might not be sprained, but it hurts.” She said through gritted teeth. 

“Let me help you with that.” Marco reached and helped her to pull the shoe off her foot gently. He dropped the sneaker next to the bed and got on his knees on the floor, so Isla’s feet were on his eyeleven. He ran his fingers on her ankle. “Yeah, I don’t think it’s swollen.”

Part of Isla wanted to scream for him to stop doing that, because didn’t he know how turned on she was already by him. This was making it worse. At the same time, she didn’t want him to stop. 

His fingers moving on her ankle… Every single touch sent sparks in her body. 

How can you not see what you’re doing to me?

“So, not probably sprained.” 

“Yeah, false alarm.” He nodded, a little solemnly, and looked up at Isla. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She looked at him confused. 

“All the fussing,” Marco sat down on the floor and leaned on the foot of her bed. “I’m sorry. It’s just a force of habit at this point.” 

“Because of your parents?” Isla asked, while she already knew the answer. You could see it from his eyes.

“Yeah,” Marco nodded, “They are notoriously good at downplaying everything, especially Mom. I was 15 when they got diagnosed, and pretty much had to steal the patient reports so I could read them and know what was going on. They finally relented after they caught me doing that. They said that they just wanted to protect me and Tomas but…”

“...sometimes protection like that will just end up hurting more.” Isla nodded. 

“They finally admitted that I need to know, because it’s me who has to take care of things when they…” His voice trailed off for a moment, “When they die. I know that they have accepted that, we can’t avoid the inevitable.” 

Isla looked at him. He was juggling so much, and still made an effort to look after her too. It was just his nature, such unmatched kindness that you didn’t find in a lot of people. 

“Are you cold?” Marco turned his head rapidly, as Isla shivered slightly. 

“Little bit.” She responded, “It’s the work out clothes.” 

“Here.” Marco unzipped his hoodie and draped it on her shoulders. Isla accepted it gratefully, completely ignoring that they were in her dorm room, and she could have just grabbed a cardigan from a closet. 

“Thanks.” Isla ran her hand on the fabric. The material was soft… She looked up at his eyes again.  

How long were they supposed to keep up this pretense? 

She realized that unconsciously she had already started to open her mouth, and it looked like Marco was about to do the same. 

“9 PM, so I have time to do…” Right at that moment Natalia, Isla’s roommate, walked in. “Hi?”

“Hi.” Isla tore her eyes off Marco. Nat was looking at them quite curiously, especially Marco. 

“Marco right?” Natalia asked. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, and started pushing himself off the floor. “Natalia?”

“Live and in person.” She nodded. “I’ve heard alot about you.”

“Good things I hope.” Marco responded while glancing at Isla. “I’ll leave you to it. See you later?”

“Yeah.” Isla nodded and watched helplessly as Marco walk out of the room. 

“Did I interrupt something?” Nat turned to look at her, raising her eyebrow. 

“No, of course not.” Yes, of course she did. Isla shook her head. “What would you have interrupted?”

“You tell me.” Natalia shrugged her shoulders. “Funny how you been talking about the guy, your friend, for like almost five months and I’ve never seen him here before.”

“Well, now you have.” Isla responded defensively. She actually wished that Nat actually would have walked into something compromising, because that would have meant that she and Marco would have been in a compromising position together. And that was what she wanted. “We were on a run and I twisted my ankle.”

She reached down to feel her foot, running her hand over where Marco had touched her. 

“Okay, you okay?”

“Yeah, it just hurts a little.” 

“How did you get up the stairs?” 

“I managed.” Isla responded, her mind going straight back to being in Marco’s arms while he lifted her up in the air. 

“Anyway, I just came here to drop these off. I have a night shift.” Natalia shrugged and dropped a folder on her bed. Then she promptly walked out of the door herself and Isla was left alone. 

She let out a frustrated grunt. How long was she supposed to stand this?”

Isla pulled Marco’s hoodie off her shoulders and held it in her hands. She shamelessly buried her face in it, completely engulfed with the scent and the smell of him. 

She took a deep breath as the frustration and desire started growing in her. What was she going to do?

For a moment she fantasized of letting herself run into his dorm room, and throwing herself onto him without any sort of shame. Use all the powers of seduction she could muster so he’d take her to his bed. 

But that was just a fantasy. 

***

Marco rolled over on his bed. He really didn’t want to look at the time, because he did not want to get up. Obviously, he had slept terribly. 

His mind kept replaying yesterday's events on a loop. Not just what had happened, also what could have, what didn’t… What he had wanted to happen.

What had he done?

He just couldn’t stand the sight to see Isla in pain and he had acted without thinking. Lifting her up, her in his arms, had felt so right. 

Touching her had done such unspeakable things to him, that he wasn’t even sure how he had been able to keep his hands from feeling up her body, in every single way. 

This was impossible. He couldn’t stand this. 

He very reluctantly got up and pulled some actual clothes on. He busied himself for ten minutes with arranging his notebooks on the desk. He didn’t actually have class today, so he didn’t need to do that, but it kept his mind busy.

Honestly, the best solution for this was to hide away at the library or a study hall for the whole day. Seeing no one and speaking to no one—

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. 

That was probably Micheal. That’s it for not seeing anyone. 

“Hey.” He almost completely froze when he opened the door. 

Isla was standing at his door frame in the morning, smiling brightly. God her smile was one of the most beautiful things in this world, right after her eyes. 

“Hi.” Marco could fluster a response. This wasn’t exactly helping in the slightest, when it already was hard to be around her. 

“I thought you might want this back.” Isla held his hoodie toward him. No, he didn’t want it back. It was hers, like he wanted to be. 

“It’s fine.” He shook his head, trying to snap back into reality. “Should you be up? It’s still quite early. You could have slept in.”

“I don’t know how to sleep in.” Isla laughed, “You know that.”

“I do.” He nodded, while her laugh was completely destroying him. 

Kiss her. Pull her in. Make her yours.

The words were echoing in his mind, getting progressively louder. He couldn’t drown them out.

“Isla—” He opened his mouth, before he had realized what he was doing. “I…”

“Perida!” Both whipped their heads around to see a secretary from the front office was rushing down the hallway. 

“What?” Marco asked. No, no no, not now. Why was the timing never on his side?

“There’s a call for you,” The secretary explained, “They said it was highly urgent.” 

Marco felt his heart jump on his throat. The regular updates about his Dad had never been urgent before…

He glanced at isla quickly, before he started to follow the secretary. 

As they had reached the office and Marco had been let in alone, he took a breath, before grabbing the landline. “Hello?”

“This is Marco Perida?” An unfamiliar voice came from the other end. 

“Yes.” He responded. “Who is this?”

“Dr. Ramiwec from Quirón Salud Córdoba Hospital.” The voice broke again. “We are sorry to inform you that your father Dario Perida was pronounced dead at 2:54 AM this morning.” 

Marco placed his hand on the desk to keep himself steady.

Obviously, we know thay end up getting married so this will have a happy ending... But who doesn't love some mutual pining? And people love to interrup don't they they? Always at the right moment. But this is how we build tension.

[veni-vidi-vici-ous]

Forever is only for the dead.

something i've been thinking a lot about lately. it seems like you, objects, all things of a living, fluid, not-dead nature seem to be in a constant state of change and fluctuation. this is the nature of being alive.

one must adapt to their environment in order to keep living there in any semblance of comfort.

and it is because of this, we get these beautiful little moments, flashes of time and space where everything is perfect, but such things are unstable. nothing can last forever, nothing can remain unchanged.

and i always wanted to be a part of one of these intense moments, caught up in a little bubble of harmony with other people who were there, who get it. you know?

and now that i have been a part of something that is no longer, i feel a sort of renewed sense of emptiness. like when i quit my drug of choice, its just like, well, what do i do now?

because for 1, i think in a way i was using melon barn to replace my drug habit. where i would once do a shit ton of dissociatives, plug my earbuds in and transcend this plane of existence, i instead had to find my meditation on my knees, on the splintery wooden floor of the Melon Barn.

find my peace in the mosh pit, in a slip and slide of bodies whose brains are consumed by the music. lose my body in the pit, lose my mind in the sounds...

"i went out of my head,"

"oh, where did you go while you were out?"

"Melon Barn."

and for 2 melon barn was the only place where i didn't feel like someone watching in from the outside, and i'm so glad i got to be a part of it. i miss that place with all my heart, and while there are other venues, there's no other place quite like melon barn.

the five years we had with it were more than we deserved, maybe. and maybe we pushed it too far, balanced a pencil on a sharpened tip, and everyone knew it was going to fall, yet somehow it still took me by surprise.

in my head those rusty barn walls were going to stand forever, play host to generations of musicians, new barn bands for all time. i thought we could outlast the sun and the earth.

being faced with mortality is hard. having it forcefully take you in the ass is harder.

i'll just say i've been seeing a lot of endings lately, and as someone who is still new to things starting, much less ending, i'm a little shaken up.

because i thought i could keep my drug addiction forever. only if it killed me.

i thought melon barn would stand forver, but only in our memories.

and what's so weird is my favorite times, my favorite vibes in a place are those right before it ends. if i had my way, everything would be about to end forever. just sitting right there on the edge of existence and being once again an idea.

i love how it felt in the movie theater above the mall as they were going out of business, and i guess its something to do with the fact that you feel like you maybe aren't supposed to be witnessing it, this sort of flash in time and space.

or maybe being one of the last kids to get picked up from after school, the teachers are mostly gone, the lights are mostly off, you are mostly bored out of your mind.

but you look around, at how strange this place looks in natural light, yellow evening sun coming in to the library usually lit with harsh, buzzing fluorescents and the spare lamp.

you look at how quiet the hallways are, the a/c is the only thing that disturbs the papers taped to yellowing cinderblock walls. how strange it is to be here when it's empty,

it almost feels as if you shouldn't be.

i didn't get that with melon barn, we had the last two shows before Melon Fest, which was going to be the last show. A three day, two night camp out in the yard at the barn. shows from 7-12 every night, special 'secret' 3am set.

all the barn bands, who got their start playing that rickety stage (and some even ended right there too), would be playing. it was going to be gut-wrenchingly, throwing-up and screaming writhing on the floor in agony sad. but it was also going to be so fun, friends i see only at the barn, also screaming and writhing to music in the most intimate venue while the bands scream and beat the fuck out of their instruments and you're so close you can feel their spit getting on you, or maybe its sweat from your siblings in the pit, all of us a hive-mind under the influence of heart-felt music and probably a few mind-altering substances.

but then something tragic happened, which i won't mention out of respect, and melon fest had to be cancelled. it wouldn't have been right to continue given the circumstances.

so no more melon barn. it is something that happened once, that i was lucky enough to be a part of, a fantastic scene full of beautiful, wonderful people, and now it happens no longer.

wow this is a lesson you're supposed to learn at like age 7, and here i am all full of 20 years of experiences and just now coming to terms with it.

yeah, honey, things end.

[liviavanrouge]

Bad Accident

Livia: *Leaps up and slaps the sandbag with ease* HAHA! I HIT IT!

Epel: Yeah, whatever!

Kalim: AH! LOOK OUT!!!

Livia: *Gasps and leaps backwards, shielding her friends with her wings*

Hecta: How annoying, setting this up by the orchard...

Epel: THAT TOOK FORVER TO BUILT, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!

Livia: Ugh, you're so disrespectful

Hecta: I hate ugly things....

Livia: Well, you're the ugliest thing I've ever seen, no wonder I hate looking at you

Hecta: *Swats Livia down, scowling*

Kalim: LIVIA!!

Epel: HEY, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM???!

Hecta: *Shoves Livia over onto her back* Wanna repeat that??!

Livia: *Slaps Hecta, leaving a shallow claw slash on his cheek*

Epel: GET HIM, LIV!!!

Kalim: L-Let's not fight please!

Azul: Agreed, we don't need to get violent....

Epel: You wanna fight my best friend!! Then let's fight!

Hecta: *Swings his fist at Epel, missing when the male ducked*

Livia and Epel: *Circles around Hecta, glaring at him*

Livia: You need to learn to not mess with the wrong people!

Epel: Yeah, besides we did nothing to you!

Hecta: Like I said- *Whips around and stomps down on Livias tail* -I HATE UGLY THINGS!!

Livia: *Yowls on fury, Hecta tackling her down her claws swiping at his back*

Epel: *Grabs Hecta's shirt and hair* GET OFF HER!!

Hecta: *Swats Epel away sending him crashing into Azul*

Kalim: H-Hey! Let's-

Hecta: *Throat kicks Kalim, sending him crashing neck first into a tree*

Azul: KALIM??!

Epel: HOLY SEVENS! KALIM, ARE YOU ALRIGHT*

Kalim: *Lays motionless as the two hurried over*

Azul: He's unconscious!

Livia: *Screams in alarm, pushing at Hecta's shoulder as he tried to bite her neck*

Hecta: *Laughs, moving away* look at you, scared of a mortals teeth!

Livia: *Snarls and kicks Hecta right in the stomach, sending him flying down onto his back: THAT! WAS FOR KALIM!

Hecta: *Snarls at Livia*

Livia: Kalim! Kalim, you better me alright!!

Hecta: HEY!!

Livia: *Turns snarling*

Hecta: *Slashes his sharpened nails across Livias entire face*

Epel: *Shrieks in alarm* LIVIA!!!!!!

Azul: WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU???!!

Hecta: Remember that you ugly thing!!!

Crewel: HECTA!!!

Hecta: *Looks over, his eyes wide finding Crewel with Silver*

Silver: *Runs over, his eyes wide* Little Sis!

Livia: *Looks up, half of her face slashed, her ear torn*

Azul: YOU! YOU STUPID IDIOT!! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER!!

Crewel: Enough Mister Ashengrotto, Silver already came and got me

Hecta: I just defended myself!

Azul: BUT YOU STARTED IT AND HURT EVERYBODY!! WE WERE DEFENDING OURSELVES NOT YOU!!!

Crewel: Enough! Everyone is at fault! You kids has the option to ignore him and walk away but you let his words provoke you all!! Do not play the blame game!

Livia: *Wails, tears falling down her cheeks, Silver looking at her face mildly concerned*

Hecta: Look, I'm sorry okay, I was jealous an-

Livia: YOU DON'T DO THIS WHEN YOU'RE JEALOUS!!! PICK ON SOMEONE, YES! BUT DESTROYING THEIR THINGS, ATTACKING PEOPLE AND SLASHING FACES! THAT'S NOT JEALOUSY THAT'S FLAT OUT ANGER AND HATRED!!!!!

Silver: Livia, these wounds will heal but only if we get to the infirmary quickly....

Livia: Alright....can you carry Kalim

Silver: Yeah, I got him...

Hecta: *Stares as they walk away then looks down*

Crewel: Come with me. Now!

[fumikomiyasaki]

[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

Tarak & Emma

Pinned against the Wall prompts

To her determination glimmered in her eyes... she had enough of all this media commotion and articles and so Tarak suggested that a small spar could maybe get her mind off those troubles... and so both took the training room and exchanged some small punches at another, trying to outdo the other...

However he quickly noticed how Emma couldn't let it all go out of her head... and quickly in a spurt of the moment he had her pinned to wall huffing near her face... something that even caught her stunned a little.

"You... really are out of focus... even if your stamina is still the same."

"Your right... just..."

"I feel you don't have to listen to them... to me you are an Idol I admired forver before I got with you... and I love your new change even more."

On quick impulse to his surprise she turned tables on him, pulling his face close for a kiss and knocking him to the ground with her, pinning him down.

"I know that... its just the usual old lingering thoughts... they need time to go away... but you make these voices more quiet already... "

"Em..."

"My moms voice... and his voice... they will not fade for long but I will do all to fight them... after all I have you... and plenty of supportive sisters who understand me... it will just be a bother for a while."

A smile escaped him as he caressed her face.

"That is the tough fluff I like..."

"Now then you want a round two or shall we take a snack break?"

"I can go another round."

Even if Tarak thought he has only a small impact on her with his words... it was far greater than anyone else she knew... and it made her want to hold him closer to her more...

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Mary stood up as soon as she saw them.

"So? What did she say?"

Dorcas gave Mary a comforting smile.

"I tried, Mary..." they said softly "But she got really pissed when I mentioned you... She even covered her ears with the pillow and kicked me out of the room"

Mary crossed her arms trying not to look too disappointed.

"Classic Marly"

"She cannot be angry forverer!" Lily buffed next to Mary, putting her hands on her hips "I'm gonna talk to her..."

Lily started walking but Mary stopped her.

"Please don't, Lily" she said "Let her stay angry... It's fine"

Mary and Marlene had always bickered for a lot of things. They were very different and they had strong tempers and personalities. Usually Lily was the peaceful center to make them stop. But she didn't need to do anything much, because Mary and Marlene forgot about the discussion in no time. They were back being the bestest of friends quickly.

But this time it was different. Mary really thought Marlene hated her now. She had never seen her this angry.

Mary made the stupid mistake of developing a crush on Marlene's brother. It wasn't that she asked for it. She had met Adam before and he was just Adam, Marlene's older brother. But spending the summer with him and his friends made Mary see him in a different light.

It was just a silly crush. All of Mary's crushes lasted little.

When Mary fancied someone it was as if she became obsessed with them until she did something about it. She had her fun and everything was great until things started getting serious and Mary suddenly didn't want them anymore. It was as if Mary couldn't cross the "falling in love" line.

But Adam was unreachable. Mary knew Marlene wouldn't like the idea because of the complicated relationship they had. So Mary wanted him in secret. She fantasized about him. She looked at his pictures for too long. She spent a lot of time putting up together a Facebook message for him and then waiting impatiently for a response. And once he replied, Mary jumped with joy.

Nothing happened between them. Until Mary had the courage of stealing a kiss from him. That's when Marlene saw them.

She didn't know that Adam rejected her shortly after. She didn't know that Mary's crush was more than over. She assumed Mary had been keeping a secret relationship with her brother. Because of course, that's what she thought of her, right?

Mary knew what people at school thought of her. The reputation she had. But she didn't think her best friend in the world would think that as well.

Mary missed her like hell. But Marlene had called Mary a whore, just like everyone else.

Mary sighed and started walking towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Lily asked concerned.

"I need to get changed" she said "It is my dorm too..." she added when she saw Lily and Dorcas' expressions "I have the right to enter. Whether she likes it or not"

Lily took a big sigh "I wish this bloody fight would be over"

"Good luck" Dorcas smiled "I think she wants to talk to you"

Mary climbed up the stairs with determination. Mary had been very cautious around Marlene lately. As if she was scared of her, scared of saying or doing something more to disappoint her. Mary had tried to stay out of their dorm. She had spent time with Peter, or the boys if they were available. But she was tired of acting that way. She hadn't done anything wrong. And enough was enough. Marlene didn't have the right to be angry anymore.

Mary crossed the door. Marlene was lying on her belly on her bed, writing something down, maybe homework. When she looked up to see Mary, she openly rolled her eyes.

"Hello Marlene"

God, how much Mary missed her. Mary missed climbing into her bed to gossip about her day with her. And the way they laughed about silly stuff until their tummies hurt. Hugging her bony arms and smelling that strong perfume Marlene loved to wear. She missed Marlene's childish smile. And the way Marlene cursed under her breath all the time.

Marlene didn't respond. She was still focused on writing something down. What was she writing?

"I am going to get changed in here because this is my dorm as well... Where my things are...."

Marlene was still not responding.

"What should I wear?" Mary sighed as she opened her wardrobe. She was eye glancing at Marlene still "The weather is getting cold, isn't it?... But I really wanted to use my purple dress at some point..."

"Would you shut up and get it over with?" Marlene groaned.

Mary smiled. At least she was speaking with her after days and days of pure silence. Mary loved how Marlene got irritated.

"I am minding my own business here, Marlene" Mary tutted "Perfection needs time"

Marlene seemed pretty irritated.

"Why would you want to wear the purple dress anyway? We only have a few hours before bedtime, why change at all and not stay with the uniform? Unless you are having a date with the wanker of my brother..."

"I told you a million of times that there is nothing going on between us!" Mary spat.

"Yeah right..." Marlene whispered not sounded very convinced about it.

"Marlene... I..."

"I am not speaking to you!"

"News for you, darling! You already did!"

Marlene stood up as quickly as she could and Mary thought for a second she was going to hit her or something. But she didn't.

"I really thought I could trust you" Marlene said. This time, she sounded sad and disappointed. Not angry at all. "Anyone could disappoint me, except you"

Mary was taken aback for a second. But then she was just angry.

"Come on, Marlene. I just kissed your brother once! What is the crime in that? Ha? Bloody hell!"

"It's treason!"

"And what if I did something more? What if Adam and I were truly in love with each other?"

"Eeew!"

"What would be so wrong with that?"

"You're such a freaking bitch, Mary!" Marlene snapped "You know very well what I think about my brother! What he makes me feel! Perfect little Adam.... He has everything, right? He had to have my best friend as well!"

Mary understood then what was the issue. Marlene felt inferior to Adam in every way possible. Her parents only paid attention to their precious rugby star. Marlene was not taken seriously. She had told that to Mary many times.

"Oh Marly..." Mary sighed, approaching. Marlene was looking sadly at the floor.

"You prefer Adam as well" she whispered "You prefer to fuck him"

"No, I swear..." Mary tried to touch Marlene's shoulder but she pushed her away.

"Get off me!" Marlene practically yelled "We both know you don't think twice about shagging someone. It doesn't matter who they are, if they have a girlfriend or not, or if they are your best friend's brother or not"

Mary tried not to be hurt. Yes, she knew Marlene sometimes questioned her decisions and stupid crushes. But at the end of the day, Marlene supported her.

Maybe sometimes Lily didn't understand because she was innocent and very morally correct. But not Marlene. Marlene didn't judge her. Or so Mary thought.

"You are just a whore"

Mary didn't want to. But she ended up slapping Marlene across the face.

She wanted to cry so badly.

Marlene was surprised, kind of shocked, kind of hurt. Mary didn't know if it was because of what she had just said or the slapping.

"I'm sorry, Marly" Mary whispered.

"Fuck you"

"I really didn't..."

"Shame McGonagall won't allow the change of dorms at this point of the year..." Marlene added "But don't worry. I will sleep with Dorcas... I think I prefer the brainless bitches than you"

Marlene walked passed Mary, kind of pushing her through. And she walked out of the room slamming the door after her.

That's when Mary started crying. Not only hurt what Marlene had said about her. But the fact that she had lost her best friend forever. Mary felt dirty and stupid. Maybe everyone was right. She was a freaking whore.

Mary tended to fancy the boys she shouldn't fancy: Nick, James, Frank and now Adam... And for what? Her crushes never lasted. It wasn't even worth it. She had lost Marlene for nothing. For bloody nothing.

Mary dropped to the floor and began sobbing as he hugged herself.

No boy was worthy. Only her friends. Only Marlene.

"What happened?" Lily crossed the door "I just bumped into Marlene and..." she stopped when she spotted Mary crying on the floor.

"Oh Mary..." Lily kneeled next to her and wrapped her arms around Mary.

Lily was really good. Sometimes Mary wished she could be more like her. Innocent, virginal, a hopeless romantic, waiting for the perfect moment for her perfect boyfriend to make sweet love to her because they were cheesyly in love with each other. Like in fairytales and princesses stories. But Mary was not like that.

"She hates me, Lily" Mary sobbed on Lily's shoulder "She bloody hates me"

"It's okay... She doesn't... It's okay..." That was all Lily could say because not even Miss Pacific could fix their relationship right now.

[kawaiicherryblossomperfection]

ok? so we liked it better when u didnt talk we love u so much and we thank u for all time for getting with us but blinding someone is illegal and we call u a murderer ew! it wasnt her they werent blind firmmmherbameisdesaraehollinsandshesstupidafewhahahandsehesprettythatsuglyyeshthaswhhshesuglyoksodouseewhstisee??thisisthenameofcomicboikandirsrscisthow?ithasbinsmeorfsceohirsjsutcolorsliketgemohimsorrynournorsurryolitteralyurnotweloveywedonthateu ur bsd

bad today ok so she just wants a perfect life getting high he will call u back later ew! shes on to something better than this ew! its not fun reading it backwards did u just say were smsmammsmartfoesomethingwerenot?wehaveomeproblwma dits o ot normtrwcismitslava&knivesewshesgettinghimbscktodaysndsheloveshimtooshedoesnloveusyeshsedoesdude stoo mm help me im getting lonely ew! she didnt cut us off she changing the voices in her head she deserves everythinf immmmminthewoelswhataeeussiyntohershesulgywhowherlooksarebadokwgatamherfaveistoosmibtshe not ugly ok so ur fmgetting mad at her for looking goosmdmmmabdthataityesitisnowomsoshewasneverbadlookingburyesbsewasareumadatherfortgatmnorgeaudeincewas ok so werrme worse tgab tge audienxe? yes we are this is boring af ew! eho siad that ew she agrees dude ew she mad at the voices being correct ew why was she mad at us before? keep yes no it goes away yes it stays forver ew she can write better than us ew! no she cant its the same level dude keep yes ok? so we cant write better than u yes u can ok? so ur gonna keep ur voice on too not lava & knives bc ur scares yes dude ew she called me daddy shes a slut ew! i hung up keep that yes ok so she said yes why? bc she wants to make her daddy hapoymmmewisitworkibgyesitis ew she has no stylw today ew yes she does what is her problem shes too organized ew! she looked at me ugly keep no ok so throw out everythinf bad ok so its all gone and she didnt even say yes did we even talk to u? yes ok so who are they? im not suuremmmdidughettosuicideyesdiditowkryesbowurhereisthatallucarebaoutyesoksoboitis t right? yes it is it can be any intercomm wont u find a boyfriend? is it gonna be us no its rocket power makeup club arent they blind yes are we wrong again? yes how idk dude ok so we arent wrong again shes right this is wrong ok? so no its keeho shes right im her sun nct dreamer were going away for a little while and you'll be able to watch her move freely around the camera ew! this is creepy af and we like her homo benders ew! shes supposed to be doing this by herself did she turn into lava & knives again? yes she did but this time its permanent and she cant help being a psycho killer ew! joy division ew joy division ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure for fun princeton university maney ear hustlin 99% bmmbritneyspearsmetamorphosisewtheyregoneidiotchoosesomethingelse ew joy division ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the cure ew the curw ew the cure ew the cure keeho from p1harmony oh hahha ew the cure joy divsion the cure joy division joy division joy division ew she chose joy division the best band on earth why do they hate u? they took their time emwmmmmeithuanduleftrgemnooenolisteningoksonoifdoesbtmatterdudeewshedoesntcareatallbmnosgedoesncsreatalknowewsgedoesntewstoptge

shes a sun beam smmtill and we emwilkneverhsvethelastlaugh stop it ew she chose joy divsion ew! no she chose rape and thats not right ok so were gonna write this comic book for lufmmkilifeewshelovesusstillewwhyishesomadstillewshecanneverknowoksowhydidudoanythingwornewsehecsbthsvefiedormoversorwrdidntsayeedidbtlobeherwehustlineehslessmoreewsheseritinfalloftbusdownandshemesntometoookshsibdehsesmetmsbtowegsreuerne mv nvm ok so no? she didnt do it right but wr lmmmwedontlocmveherifhtwedo ok so were going home now and were going to love her everyday yes we do love her and the sexy asian skateboader voices stay yes they do ew! thats like saying white ppl love sexy no it isnt yes were wrong agsmainshriscapableoflovesheisnotyessheis ok so she going to hell for staying in the sun moon kingdom ew! she wants to write about scifi but her life id already scifi ew she doesnt love scifi ew shes perfect for me ew shes too perfect dfmmmformeewbosherughtshesrightnosheeronfshesalwaysrifhtkeepyesdesaraeewshelikesheroenv

no she doesnt own her voice anymore vada vada keeh9 is leaving the universe ew why cant she just be a south korean model? bc she is north korean hahha and that is good hahha no its not goos mmmmgoimnoshedoesntgetsvoixesgeferskeehofromp1harmonyyesshedoesoksoshedoesforeverandeverandeveramen mmewitsthesuicideboyswedontlikeourraceewshesalwaysrightewshesalwayswronfewshesalwaysrightewshewslfeignewshesleaving her high chair ew thats weird ew we just got high together

[pollyna]

All of these prompts sound fascinating! Being super into Ice, I'd be really interested in 4, 15, 22 and 31, but any writing of yours is a gift.

It wans't in any of my plans to actually write on of that prompts AHAHAH but anyway i can't say no, but it's gonna be an extension of the prompt more than a ff? I'm probably going to go back on them at some point when the fucking inventary will stop killing me. So thank you so much for your kind words and i'm really sorry if it's not what you were expecting.

-#04: Can't pass out

"We had a pact, Admiral" a voice says, from the door.

"No. You, my husband, and my kid decided on something. I, for my part, didn't agree with anything. So no, no pact of any kind, Admiral Kerner."

"Thomas." 

"Ronald, what can I do for you today?"

"Cancer won't win because work will kill you first."

"I'm going to die anyway. At least you should let me choose how, what do you think?"

Ron knows that snapping back won't help, that Tom is just as concerned and scared as they all are. And he's tired. He was more tired than he let people see, but Ron had been around since Tom was nineteen, and he saw it all, so he knew.

"Come on, old man, let me take you home; we can eat takeout and watch stupid soap operas, and I won't tell anybody you fell asleep ten minutes into the night's most interesting movie," Ron says, and he knows he's won when Tom snorts back at him.

"Okay, okay. But only if you can get the chicken from that southern place on the Sixth." 

Ron doesn't say it but he would go to Georgia to take a single piece of chicken tender if that would help in taking Ice home.

Tom goes from standing up to almost face down on the maquette in half a second, the time Ron has to imagine himself flying to Georgia and back in time for dinner and thinking about how many laws he could break or not. Tom's body hits the ground but not with his face because Ron still has some reflex and grabs him before the worst can happen.

"I'm too young for this shit, Ronnie" Tom whispers, against his chest, a lifetime of silence after.

"I know Tommy, I know. But you have to stay awake and not pass out. Then we will go home and eat all the fried chicken you want" he answers, whispering too because he's sure that if he tries to talk out loud he will start crying and he can't, not right now.

-#15: New scars. This one it's gonna be a little more consistent but that's bc it's a fic I'm trying to write since forver and i'm constantly changing parameters on what i should or shouldn't do. But it's not the interesting part of it, sorry lol.

"I can try to do that." Tom nods as if he's trying to convince himself, and Ron has to count from five to zero before moving a single muscle.

5 old scars someone put on his body and he tells the story to Maverick + the 5 Maverick was around to see heal.

I.

He got the first one when he's five and running around with a plastic plane his dad took home after his n. mission he can't talk about but makes him angry and snappy with his mom but soft with his son, expecially when he passes his big, big, hands in his hair. He's running around the garden and then he's falling on his little plane, his mom is running towards him, his dad is screaming he's an idiot and toy is broke in two pieces and Tom doesn't know what he makes him cry the most: the blood he's loosing from his knee or he precious new toy that now lies between the grass without a wing.

His dad put the plane in the bin and doesn't listen reason when his mom tries to tell him that it can be easily fix and Tom gets a scar, a small and insignificant one that he will soon forget.

(Mav kisses it, during one of nights they have free and have no hurry be anywhere if not in bed. He makes funny faces evertime Tom tells the story on how he got it and Iceman laugh along because you're cute when you make that face Pete.)

II.

The second one Pete notices, this time they're making out on 'Wood terrible couch because everybody else is outside for a barbecue and it's too hot to stay inside but kissing Pete is worth even that, is just a little as the first one, mostly covered by his hairs and when Pete's finger trace it he almost jump because he forgot he was there and it still so sensitive. Pete notices but doesn't have the time to say anything because Tom is kissing him again and Ron is calling because dinner is read and if they don't move their going to have to eat grass!

(He tells Pete, a couple of hours and beers later, that high school hasn't been as kind as he likes to remember. And he talked too many, two, languages people didn't understand and Easter Europe heritage made him a commie every day of the week. He got in a fight more against a desk than the boy but they both got suspended but nobody ever tried to mess with him, after that day.)

III.

-#22: Caughing out blood.

The next one has a funny story that makes Slider a little wild when he gets around talking about it because he has the same one in the same place! Young, dumb and a day away from deployment they drunk too much shitty alcohol they find in the mess kitchen and tried to jump over the wall on the Academy. They both failed so bad they end up with both of their forearms bleeding a little and the instructor was soooo pissed, do you remember Tommy? He talked for hours and we had the mother of all headaches but Ice cold no mistake found the way out of that situation just looking at the guy. I could have kissed you right there for that.

He washed it three times, and there's still blood on it. The blood is on his shirt, on his hands, on his skin, and uncl-his dad is lying on a hospital bed, with too many machines connected to his body and an oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth. Deployment sucked this time around; the squadron was full of navy brats who wanted to know more about everybody. At least Phoenix was there.

They were eating outside, at some place on the ocean Mav found while riding his bike at three in the morning when Ice wasn't there, and that he promised made the best risotto seafood he ever tasted. They were laughing, drinking white wine, and his arm was around Ice's shoulders in support of Mav's last disaster when the older man started to cough. Once, twice, and then a third time, until Bradley felt his own blood running cold because there was blood. Blood on the tissue and then on his shirt because Ice wasn't fast enough to cover his mouth again.

And then Mav's hands were touching Ice and looking at him like he was trying to find an answer to a question Bradley didn't even know existed.

"Breath love breath. Bradley is going to drive us to the hospital, but I need you to continue to breath like the doctor showed you." He said, "Yeah, yeah, like that. C'mon Ice, I know you can do it." 

"Baby Goose, eyes here. I need you to start the car. We will be right behind you. Then you will drive to the hospital, and I'm going to explain everything, but I need to make sure Ice is okay before that. Do you understand Brad?"

"Ye-yes, pops. Car, hospital, and then you're going to explain it to me. Okay. "

Ice's eyes were glossy and concentrated on Maverick and Maverick alone.

"It's going to be okay, Baby Goose." Ice murmured, his voice low and cracked. 

-#31: You can rest now.

The idea comes to Rooster while on a little too much of a drug after they had to set his shoulder twice because the first time it didn't set right.

Once I'm out of here, we should all go and spend the night in the den. Nothing is as warm and comfy as the den. I miss the den. Can we go to the den, pops?" he asked, almost on the point of tears.

"Yeah, Baby Goose, we can go to the den." He answers, laughing a little.

"Okay pops, thank you" he answers before snuggling a little more into his pillow, with Natasha and Jake's fingers patting his hair.

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The den is warm and, oh, how Bradley missed this place.

"So this is the den?" a voice behind him asks, and someone whistles.

"Yeah, yeah this is the den." Bradley answers before slumping in his favourite spot, the cat already stretching her belly to let him pat her.

"It's nice." Jake says, sitting beside him.

"Yeah, every house should have one!" Fritz adds "and a cat! Who's this beautiful creature? Bradley, why are you trying to hide all the beautiful people in your life from me?"

Everybody's laughing and it's like Bradley's eight again when Carole used the den to organise him birthday parties he wasn't supposed to know anything about.

But now he's thirty-eight and his mom is dead more years than she was alive and the people around him are his family in the way his uncles are and-and Bradley wants to lie in the sun and let himself feel something that's not anger for once.

And apparently everybody has the same idea because he can finish the thought that eleven other bodies cuddle around him and he loses the count of hands that are touching, patting, and massaging him, but it feels so good that he doesn't want to be anywhere else. Lady Carole curls on his stomach, the door opens, and soft steps are followed by the smell of warm cider and biscuits. Before falling asleep, he hears Mav and Ice on the sofa, softly conversing with Halo.

[bobsie]

Thoughts and feelings

Tw: very fluff

In which confused teens know how feelings work

992 words

On one evening from the many evenings you share with Asahi you were at his house waiting for him to get out of the shower as you look at his biology notes knowing what you'll have to go through today

It was regular that you go by Asahi's house have dinner with him and his family then hang out until your parents get home

You were ok with spending time alone but Asahi and his mom had different opinions and since you live down the streets from him Asahi picks you up on his way from volleyball practice so you can go to his place together

Sometimes you wait for him at school but other times you like to go back take a shower and go through your homework just like today especially that you're helping him stidy you wanted to have studied in prior so you can focus on helping him

"Sorry was I late?" Asahi said walking in his room with a towel on his shoulders to keep his hair from damping his shirt

"No I was just going through the notes and everything"

"Ok let me just do my hair then we can start"

"Let me do it for you"

"What?" His question took you by surprise and made you realize what you just said so you repeated your sentence again with heat on your face and ears this time

"I want to do it for you i mean if that's ok of course"

"Oh it's ok.. yeah yeah it's ok let me just grab the stuff you'll need"

"Ok"

And as if suffering from being teens facing so many changes isn't enough you were now having and explosion of feelings and emotions that you can't name in your stomach and your heart was racing so much as you ran your fingers through Asahi's hair applying the cream on it and Asahi was having his own battel with feelings and anxiety as well

And even though this was so new and weird and complicated for you two to understand you wanted to stay like this forver you wanted to keep this intimate moment and engrave it in your brains

Just like the hand brushing as you walk to and from Asahi's house and the warm feeling when you hear his laugh or see his smile and the way your heart dances whenever you hear him say your name and his hugs whenever he wins a match then apologises after yet still doing it everytime

Every moment you spend with Asahi you want to keep forever and everyday you went home it made you stay awake all night trying to understand what is this and why is it happening but no use

Unfortunately as everything good in life the moment came to an end as you finished brushing his hair and made it into a low bun and you started working on his studies

Asahi's rarely the one who doesn't pay attention but today was different you felt him getting distracted all the time and looking at you more than paying attention and you had to repeat yourself more than once

"I am sorry y/n can you say this part again"

"Is everything alright Asahi? You keep getting distracted today"

"Yeah yeah i am sorry about that"

"We can stop for today if you want"

"No it's ok let's continue I'll try to focus"

"If something's bothering you we can talk about it"

"It's just that I saw Daichi and Suga kissing today" Asahi seemed nervous as he talked rubbing the back of his head

"Oh that's cute I always thought they'd end up together but why is it keeping you distracted did you have an eye on any of them?" You nudged asahi on his side chuckling

"No no i didn't mean it like that" Asahi waved his hands in front of him "it just got me thinking about stuff"

"About stuff?"

"Y..yeah I mean the first kiss and all that"

"Oh.."

"Umm what I mean to say is y/n did you have your first kiss?"

Asahi was playing with his fingers as he slowly looked at you his face and tips of his ears were red and you were pretty sure that your face matched his right now you cleared your throat fearing how your voice will come out hopefully not shaky or weird

"No I haven't I..I don't know how to anyway, did you have your first kiss Asahi?"

Even though Asahi should have expected it having asked this question first but still his face turned into a deeper red shade

"No but I think it's kind of easy you know you just close your eyes and press your lips together but I really don't know where the teeth would go maybe I have to ask Suga or Daichi about it" Asahi chuckled

Your anxiety always stopped you from doing the simplest things but somehow it disappears when you're with Asahi that's why you got closer to Asahi heart beating so fast but nit fast enough to stop you and without much thinking you were now face to face with Asahi

"You mean like this" you said as you gently pressed your lips against Asahi in a swift quick motion and pulled away

So that's what you feeling

And now was the time your mind went back to work and started to curse you for what you just did but before you could register anything happening you felt Asahi's lips on yours for a more passionate deep kiss this time his hand on your neck pulling your face closer and yours found thier way to Asahi's face cupping it that's until your teeth clashed that you two pulled away laughing

"We definitely need to ask about the teeth" you said laughing and Asahi joined you you continued your studying but this time with you on Asahi's lap and his arms wrapped around you

[allfallsdown20]

Chapter 3- Francis Forever

Song of the chapter: Francis Forver by Mitski

A/N: I promise that I'll be elaborating on RIcky and Aaliyah's past relationship more in upcoming chapters. I especially promise that the drama will begin picking up from here. Also- anything in italics is a flashback. Enjoy the chapter!

                                       Ricky’s POV- Cast List

“Holy shit, it’s up.” Ashlyn said, looking at the green sheet. Everyone’s crowded around it, moving aside once they get a glance. EJ looked at it, grimacing as he turned to face me. “I swear, there is no way you win every single fucking time.” He spat, huffing away. Carlos came up behind me, looking at the sheet. He’s silent, but people were murmuring around us. 

“Ricky.” Aaliyah said, as I looked at her. “Aaliyah.” I replied, and she inhaled. “Have you seen it yet?” She asked, and I shook my head. “EJ made a comment, but I haven’t personally seen it.” I answered, seeing her nod. “Aaliyah, come see it!” Gina exclaimed, pulling her by the hand. I followed behind them, as Aaliyah put her finger on the sheet. 

“No way.” She muttered, and I stood next to her. It took less than a second for me to realize why she reacted that way, as I see our names directly at the top of the paper.

Anna- Aaliyah

Kristoff- Ricky

Hans- EJ

“We got the leads.” I noted, looking at her. She’s silent, shaking her head. “Liyah?” I asked, reaching for her shoulder. “I can’t do this right now.” She sighed, walking in the opposite direction. Gina and Carlos looked at me, as I stood in disbelief. “Go after her!” Gina chastised, pointing towards her sister. I nodded, jogging towards her. 

“Liyah!” I called, and she looked at me. “Go away, Ricky.” She said, her voice shaking. “You can’t just wish me away, you know? I’m not going anywhere.” I responded, as she wiped her face. “Why are you even here? You don’t love me anymore, remember?” She questioned, and I could already picture what she was thinking about.

“I wanna break up.” I blurted, as Aaliyah looked at me. “What?” She asked, as I looked at her. “I want to break up, Aaliyah.” I said, and she sat up. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” She questioned, as I shook my head. “It wasn’t you.” I answered, my voice meek. “Then what was it, Ricky? Tell me so I can fix it.” She sighed, reaching for my hand.

“I don’t love you anymore, not how you love me.” I confessed, as she recoiled. She was silent, staring at me. “I love someone else. I’m so sorry Aaliyah.” I apologized, and she threw a pillow at me. “I already know who you love, you love Nini.” She spat, getting off the couch. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did!” I argued, and she scoffed.

“You were with her all of the time during the play. You told me not to worry about her!” She yelled, as I stood up. “She didn’t like me then!” I retorted, and she shook her head. “I know you can be oblivious, but I never thought you could be so stupid.” She fumed, staring at me. Tears slowly cascaded down her cheeks, the result of my actions.

“I’m done.” She said, grabbing her jacket. She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. 

“That was a year ago.” I said, and she shook her head. “Is that supposed to make a difference to me? The fact that the heartbreak was a year ago?” She asked, as I took a breath. “I didn’t mean it like that.” I responded, and she scoffed. “That’s exactly how you meant it. You came here and expected everything between us to be fine, when you haven’t even apologized!” She yelled, as my eyes widened.

“You never gave me the chance to, you stopped talking to me!” I argued, and she exhaled. “Because you and Nina were on a fucking honeymoon every single day, and I had to force myself to forget about you or it would’ve broken my heart even more, Ricky!” She cried, her face turning red. 

“You were running around with the girl you told me not to worry about. That you would say was your best friend. I used to be that for you, and you left me the second she showed feelings towards you. You didn’t bother to think about the fact that you had a fucking girlfriend!” She chastised, jabbing her finger into my chest. 

I grabbed her wrists, holding them between us. “Can you please give me a chance to talk?” I asked, as she blankly stared at me. We haven’t been this close in a year, a titanium wall separating us for so long.  “Okay.” She answered, her face returning to its normal color. “I fucked up, I’m painfully aware of that. I am so sorry that I hurt you, Aaliyah.” I declared, seeing her shake her head.

“That’s all you got?” She asked, and I inhaled. “Always impatient, aren’t you?” I inquired, as she rolled her eyes. “Some things never change.” She replied, the familiar gleam in her brown eyes returning. “I can’t go back and change how things went down, but I can make a change now. We’re the leads of the show, we have to pull it together and get along.” I said, as she nodded.

“How would your girlfriend feel about that?” She asked, and I chuckled. “It doesn’t matter.” I answered, letting go of her wrists. “Then we have a truce.” She agreed, looking at me. “Alright. I’ll see you at the first rehearsal.” I said, turning and walking out of the cabin. 

                                                   End Of 3

[sushirens]

Nightmare

Slightly inspired by a scene from The Hunger Games, also slightly inspired because I need to put more tangpulse into the world.

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Fandom: Hermitcraft

Characters: Impulse / Tango

THIS IS A SHIP FIC ! TW: Medication, Trauma, Angst, Fear, Unreality*.

*Author's note at the end

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He'd been running for hours it seemed. The walls of the factory his own hands crafted shrinking around him. A deep familar laugh echoed through the halls. His legs hurt. His chest hurt. He needed air. Needed to keep running. He's going to get caught.

He has to run.

"There's no escape. You're stuck here, with me. Forver."

-

Impulse screamed as he woke up, sweat matting his hair down. His heart was racing and his breath was staggered as he frantically searched in the dark for his water bottle. He began counting, trying anything to calm himself down.

His hand finally grasped the water bottle, the brunette chugging it down almost immediately. Impulse took a deep breath, looking towards the hallway. He hadn't woken up Tango—good.

After he'd calmed down, he willed himself back to sleep, only to find himself back in the nightmare.

-

He was running again, but this time he could hear the familiar click of boots following slowly behind. No matter how hard he ran, the sound of steps grew closer, until they stopped just behind him.

A threatening yellow and purple figure stood calmly behind him.

"Now, now," it spoke. "Did I not tell you there was no escape?"

The figure was upon him in an instant.

-

He sat up again with a scream, covering his face as his body shook. He couldn't form a single coherent thought—his subconscious was overflown with fear.

He hadn't heard Tango come in the room, hadn't felt the bed shift under his weight. Impulse was paralyzed with terror. It wouldn't be easy to ground himself after this.

Tango didn't speak as he moved next to Impulse. They'd based together this season for this exact reason. He knew Impulse was shaken up after the factory incident, and knew he'd had sleeping issues in the past. He'd rather be there immediately than thousands of miles away while his best friend and boyfriend was having a breakdown, especially one this bad.

Tango rubbed circles into Impulse's back, trying to coax him out of whatever fear-induced trance he was locked in right now. He could feel Impulse shake against his hands, and it hurt to see his beau suffering so much.

"Tango...?" Impulse's voice came weakly.

"I got you, I got you. It's okay. You're in bed, in our starter base. Talk me through it."

Impulse gathered the strength to moves his hands from his tear-stained face.

"I was in–in the factory. He— He caught up with me, I don't know how. He—"

Impulse's voice wavered as he began crying again. Tango’s hand moved to Impulse's hair, smoothing it down as his other hand rested on the brunette's thigh.

"It's okay. He's not here. I am, I'm here."

The pair sat in silence, their breathing the only audible sound in the room. Tango noticed the mostly full potion bottle on Impulse's dresser, swiftly standing to retrieve it.

"You gotta take the potion Scar made. It'll help, I promise."

Impulse nodded wordlessly, pouring his dosage into the cap and downing it. His breathing had begun to even out and his heart rate slowed, bringing him back down into reality next to his boyfriend.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"Of course," Tango smiled. "Want me to stay?"

"Please?"

"Alright, I'll stay."

Impulse cozied in next to Tango, the pair sliding beneath the covers. Impulse laid his head in Tango's chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat calming the brunette.

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The nightmare didn't come back that night, or any night after.

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*I'm not sure if this is considered unreality or not, but I'm going to tag it just in case. Also, I haven't seen all of Impulse’s season 8, but I do have my own mini headcannon/au about the factory if anyone's interested in it. (You can probably tell what it's along the lines of just by reading this, haha.)