#like. they know. anyone can see how i shrink into myself. how i just wanna get a drink and not meet anyone's eyes

[syrenki]

and some people who call themselves my friends love to do it to me too and i don't get that at all, sure it's not very Violent but it makes me feel like shit, Obviously, i get ashamed so easily and it hits me so hard i feel like breaking down crying and hiding for a month, i hate being the butt of the joke, i hatehatehate it, why do people like it so much??? i try so hard to be not a problem to anyone and somehow people mock even that

[doggoboigaugau]

Stray dog (Part 7)

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Summary: Male Reader apologizes to Ghost after the incident. The two men confess.

Word count: 1516

Warning: Slight description of violent thoughts.

And here he is. Without the skull mask. The face of the man that has appeared so many times in your dream. Blond hair, long and perfectly curling eyelashes that slightly shadow his brown eyes. A long scar that starts at the corner of his left eyebrow, pretty near to his piercing, and runs down to the corner of his mouth. He looks even prettier than you could ever imagine. But you would never wish that you’ll see his real face for the first time in such a scenario like this. You gulp, trying not to stare at the three red scratches on his right cheek.

“I– I’m sorry…” Finally, you muster enough courage to say the words. Your mind thought of what had brought you here, into this embarrassing situation. You and the first man you’ve ever had a real crush on, Fyodor, met again after years of no contact. You lost yourself and found a place to fall into your old habit of burning your arm with cigarettes. Ghost found out, people started to surround you, and you got mad and attacked him like a rabid dog before running away. Then, Soap showed up in front of your door, and stayed with you in your room for a while, helping you to mentally prepare for this difficult ‘speech’ of apology.

Ghost looks at you, his brown eyes narrow, probably to gauge how sincere you are with your apology. The three scratches on his cheek that no one but you caused during the motion glow so bright to your eyes that it makes you feel even more guilty and horrible than you already were. 

“Y/n, did you know you strip my mask off during that little act of yours? In front of everyone?” Ghost hisses, obviously very angry and disappointed.

You widen your eyes, feeling a lump in your throat as you try to say something. Anything. But you know nothing can fix what you caused. It’s because of you that everyone there has seen Ghost’s face, the thing that he has put effort into to hide from people. 

Soap says, “Look, I’m not trying to underestimate the severity of this situation, but I just wanna say that I did step up and help Ghost to hide his face in time before anyone can have a good look at its prettiness.”

Now Ghost’s burning eyes turn to Soap and the Scottish man chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry… You two continue, I won’t butt in.”

Again, the man of your dream turns his attention back to you, and you have to embarrassingly admit to yourself that he still looks so hot being angry like this. You turn your head slightly to the side with the hope that none of the two men will notice how blushingly red your cheeks and neck have gotten. 

“Look straight in my eyes, Y/n.” The man roars.

Tremblingly, you turn your head back to look him in the eyes as he demands.

“Why did you do that to yourself?” Ghost asks, as he grabs your left arm and lifts it up to emphasize his point. His fingers squeeze around your flesh so tightly that you unknowingly grimace.

“I– I don’t really know…” You stutter. The Brit is furious, his aura is powerful and intimidating, and you can do nothing but shrink in his raged presence. 

“You don’t know? YOU DON’T KNOW??” Simon grits each word through his teeth.

Tears brim in your eyes again, “I don’t know! Alright? It’s just… I just felt this burning anger inside my body, my stomach, and I wanted to… do something… to hurt someone! I wanted to punch someone really hard in the face multiple times! And then when they fell to their knees, I’d kick them really hard in the face. Then– then I’d peel their skin off! But I cannot hurt anyone but myself, so I did it! I burnt my arm and it made me feel better!”

Simon stares blankly at you, saying nothing but breathing heavily. Soap observes you two carefully, his eyes move between you and Simon.

You expect Simon to scream back at you, calling you ugly names, like a failure, a monster, a psychopath, a liability, or just a crazy, unloveable dog. But all his reaction is a surprisingly soft, trembling voice, “This is the first time you’ve ever opened up to us…”

Your big puppy eyes widen again at the man, as never in your dream would anyone respond this way to such bloody, concerning words.

“W-what?”

“I said, this is the first time you’ve ever opened up to us.” The man ‘kindly’ repeats the sentence for you, and Soap almost bursts out laughing. The Scot is notorious for laughing in unfitting circumstances.

“Well, actually he opened up to me just a few minutes ago.” Soap jokes.

“Shut up, Soap.” Simon rolls his eyes annoyedly. 

“Sorry, sorry…” Soap giggles and then does the ‘zipping’ motion across the line of his mouth to indicate that he won’t butt in again and he’s serious this time.

“Y/n, why is it so hard for you to open up? To trust us?” Simon proceeds, his brown eyes glittering in the dim sunlight that manages to pass through many layers of blinds into his own dark room as if he’s crying. But he is not, because there is no tear. 

Seeing that you’re not replying, he pries further, “Why??”

It’s quite ridiculous to think that it turns out Simon is the one who has this kind of talk with you. About ‘Why don't you just open up?’. Admittedly, no one will expect this seemingly emotionless man under that legendary skull mask and with the thickest shell ever to be forcing this conversation onto you. You thought he must’ve known why. You thought you two are somewhat similar, and he’ll understand why you do the things you do. Two wounded children who have to spend a lifetime trying to find ways to ease the pain engraved so deeply in their souls. He should’ve known…and helped you to avoid opening up about it. Instead, unfortunately, he’s here, making you pour your heart out.

“Alright! I’ll tell you why!” You shout, and the mountain of a man flinches, obviously not expecting you to be so harsh, “I’m just– not really good at maintaining relationships, OK?” Your brain starts playing tricks on you again, as Fyodor’s face pops so vividly inside your mind, along with the memories between you and him, and between you and some other people whom you wish things could’ve been different… 

“I don’t understand how relationships work. I don’t understand how other people do it so easily. I don’t know, they just… they send each other stupid messages, stupid little jokes and memes, and then they hang out with each other,... I try to do the exact same things as them, but still I can’t. Everything that has me in it is just meant to end sooner or later. No matter how much effort I put into a relationship, it still ends in one way or another. It’s just– I’m just– different.” You stop to catch your breath. It feels like your heart can jump out of your ribs at any moment now and it’s hard to breathe. Then, you realize your vision is blurry, and that you’ve been crying this whole time.

Simon is silent for a while, before speaking again, “So… you don’t believe any relationship will work for you, so you just don’t open up to avoid…”

“Attachment.” You say. Breathlessly. “I will never be who I want to be.”

“What do you mean?” Simon is right in front of you. You two are so close now that you can feel the heat of his body radiating around you, as if it’s wrapping you up in the warm cloth of a blanket. He lifts his hand and wipes your tears rolling down on your rosy cheek with his rough thumb.

“I want to be…a happy, humorous, and likable person. Someone who can crack funny jokes. Someone with a positive and attractive aura. Someone who can make people immediately like them and want to be around them. Someone who has a lot of friends, knows a lot of people,... Someone is able to give love in return…”

“I’m pretty sure you’re already such a person.” Simon speaks gently, his voice is soft and warm.

“No. It’s just a facade. A mask. The truth is I’m a despicable person filled with ugly thoughts and jealousy.” You shake your head.

“What’s so fun wishing to be someone else?” Soap suddenly speaks up after being silent and observing you two for so long. He moves closer to you too, and now you realize you’re being cornered by both of the men. As you instinctively take a few steps back to maintain a ‘safe’ distance, the Scot smirks dangerously, amused at how scared you appear to be and how your adorable puppy eyes nervously dart between him and Simon.

“We love you for who you really are.”

*

To be continued... (Our men finally confess...)

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[sunnysidestories]

Introductions Pt 3

Summary: Reader is a vigilante on young justice who goes to the same school as Walls. Only Wally doesn't know the readers identity, but she knows his. SLOW BURN

LAST PART

Part 1

Part 2

"Oh."

His body would stop moving in my arms. Being the only thing holding him up at the moment gave the leverage needed to move him forward, slowly. At this point, the fight had ended, and the rest of the team sat looking at Wallys disheveled appearance, his eyes blown wide open in shock. Robin was the first to our side spouting words that couldn't reach my ears. I didn't allow it. Step by step down the hall and back into the bioship. A deer in headlights was the only thing that seemed remotely close to how Wally had reacted.

Mind beginning to race, doubts returning, as I sat Wally down in a seat. He crossed his arms, folding himself in the seat in an attempt to shrink in size. I knew it. He didn't like me. I've ruined it. I'm - I'm a-

The feeling of a hand gripping my shoulder forced me to turn around. In my own state of mind, I somehow had reached the other side of the ship. Robin's words finally flooded into my skull. "H/n! What did you say to him? He completely slacked. You two almost fell off the edge." Oh. Yeah. "I'll tell you another time. I just wanna go home." Tears seemed to brim around the edge of my mask, threatening to spill with any further explanation.

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Idiot. Kicking off my gear, throwing it onto the small corner holding dirty clothes. Idiot. Before dropping to the floor, head pressed into the side of the mattress, pathetically gripping the sheet. Finally, starting to cry. Everything started to crumble, the mountain of self-worth that has been slowly starting to build over the year shattered. Built on a foundation of hope. A hope that he, Wally, had liked what he saw. It's so silly to put so much on a boy. One that didn't even accept you for who you were. A disappointment, it could have been anyone in the world on that roof with him. Anyone could be H/n, just had to be you. A girl from his class who fell in love with both sides of him.

I love him. Shutting my eyes, I whisper it to myself, I love him. Stupid, this is how I realized. Slowly standing back up, I started to recollect myself. Walking over to the window, half expecting to see the yellow blur pass by in a sense of familiarity. Nothing. He couldn't even run by the house. Like he even knew you lived there. Walking... no stumbling, back to bed, trying to hide in the blankets warmth. I would roll over, adjusting myself, only stopping as the crinkle of a paper made itself known under the pillow.

Of course, I left it out. Of course, I left out one of the silly little notes he wrote. Hand reaching out, I grab the small folded paper. I know I shouldn't open it, but I find myself doing the exact opposite.

"What do you call an acid with an attitude?.... A-mean-oh-acid. Ha. Ha. Ha. That was bad. im sorry, but like, did you know the acid in your stomach is the strongest in the world. So strong it can dissolve a razor blade? If i ate one i wonder if id be okay"

He's right. It was bad. Terrible. Stupid even, but I can't stop myself when a smile graced my face. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually would try to eat one. I crumble the note and his perfectly placed handwriting. Another tear frames my face. Another momment passed before I realized, I have school tommorow.

With him.

On another note. I'm staying home tomorrow.

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FLEETFEET

Hey

Sent 12:13am

I'm not mad please just, text me back.

Please H/n.

Sent 12:30am

Can you call?

Sent 12:32am

Please, I just really need to talk to you.

Sent 12:45am

Y/n

Seen 12:55am

FLEETFEET

Incoming Call

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I click open my screen when waken by the sounds of my ringer. I accept the call, sleep fogging my vision. "Hello? It's one in the morning. Who is it?" I can hear a sigh over the other sign of the phone. "It's you." Oh. Oh, sh- "Y/n please, I'm coming over." His voice states rushed to the point my brain doesn't hear the last bits. "Wally, you don't know wher- why? Huh ? you're supposed to be mad right now." He laughs and I can hear the sound of a door closing behind him. "Wallace are you actually, Wally please its so late my parents are sleeping and I live on the second floor Walls they would kill me if they saw you."

I sit up straight in bed, partially realizing the state I sat in. Messy hair, a tear stained face, pathetic truly, my grip on the phone increases. If he's going to be here maybe I should put on some clothes... wait, what am I even saying ? "Wally? Where are you?" I check the phone, somewhere in my panic he hung up on me. I get up quickly grabbing a pair of shorts and I shirt. There's no way he knows where I live? Wally knows where I live? Kid Flash knows where.... without thinking I find myself trying to pick up my room half way through it there's a knock on the window.

No way.

I rush to the window pulling back my curtain, and there he was, standing in the fire escape. The largest grin plastered his face, growing twice in size as I open the window. Somewhere along the way he had changed into normal attire. A black shirt, and matching shorts. As if it was a covert mission. I look up to him, the very eyes I've stared at far too long catching my own, those freckled cheeks dancing as if they were the stars themselves when he spoke. In an instant he's inside, holding me close. "I'm so glad it's you."

His voice. His words. Words so desperately needed to be said, the way he seemed to melt back into my arms once more. It was too much. I began to cry again.

"Wally- I- I should have told you sooner." Eventually, I choked out. Even if he's quick to reply. "No. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did. If i'm honest, I don't even remember how I got home. I just could hear you. Over and over. Saying your name, h/n just saying y/n. I was just thinking. Trying to grasp that the two people I'd fallen in love with over the year... Are the same person? How was I so stupid? " He ducked his head back into my neck.

My heart spiked. One of his hands traveled to my face, whiping some of my tears, they were surprisingly soft.

"You're anything but. You're kind, you have the best jokes, light up any room you inhabit, and always know anything and everything when it comes to science." I pull away from him, the close proximity suddenly becoming too much, in the small space of the room I take a step back. Besides. I want to look at him when I talk. It's so much easier to read him. "Don't call yourself stupid. I hate it when you put yourself down like that."

"You're the one to talk." His eyes flicker to mine again. "Somedays, sure, it's better than most. I knowtice it. I watch you y/n. Even after our conversation. You beat yourself up over the smallest of things. You think you're the smallest thing, an atom in a world full of matter. But you do, atoms make up everything, make up matter. You matter. You matter to me! You matter!" He points to my heart and states.

I can't help it when I laugh at his accidental joke. Despite the situation, he can't help but bring science into it, into a joke.

"Every night when I can, I run past your house looking at that lamp of yours. You never turn it off until you head to bed. And well, the more I think about it, I kind of- sort of realize you were never in bed and probably out on patrol- and I know you're okay. Because I care, I care so much." I can hear the faint way his voice cracks. Are his eyes watering? I reach out for him, grabbing his hand in both of mine. He's always been so warm.

"I care because I love you y/n, and it's such a bonus that you're h/n because, heck, I fell in love with her too." He squeezes my hand "Even if you tried to hide your real self to the team. Those little things that slipped through, the real you. You might not see it. But I did. Those things I loved." My face becomes increasingly hot as he goes on.

"-how you think before you reply to me, bitting your cheek as you do so. How you listen to me. Putting your head in your hands and looking right at me. Even if what I'm saying is the most random thing. Do you know how hard it is trying to not forget what I was saying when you'd look at me like that? With such-" -Love' I finished in my head, watching how his eyebrows furrowed. As he tried and failed to find the right word. I go to say something, getting cut off quickly.

"-You'll remember. Like when I told you my birthday offhand and you bought me something." He throws his arms up in the air, and his head back, with his eyes closed. "Then got me something as y/n, and I was so confused how you knew it was my birthday. You bought me two things! Just to hide it." He laughed, looking down at his feet. Before placing a hand over his face.

By now, it was evident he was blushing. Once again, he was the color of his hair, no redder. "I just wish you could see yourself like I do y/n."

It's quiet for too long before I finally speak. "I'm trying... it's hard. It really is Wally. You've done more than you realize. Yes, some days are harder than others. I'm not perfect. But it isn't so hard with you there, and when you're not there, your notes are." I slip.

"I KNEW IT!"

He yelps before I quickly grasp my hand over his mouth. "Shhhh! If you wake my parents right now, Wallace, I will actually never talk to you again." Letting him go he starts to shake. Visibly shake. Like when we're fighting in combat, using his speed, it always happened when he got too excited. He's got that look on his face again. Like he's up to no good. Did- did me grabbing him cause that reaction?

"Yes, I keep your notes!" It feels good to admit. "They remind me of you, and you make me feel safe, compared to everything you've made me feel known, seen! I love you too, okay? said it!" I whisper in a yell.

The blur of red registers as it zips into my direction. His smell fills my noise as his lips meet my own. Dipping me slightly with a hand on my lower back, the other snaking around my neck... Like an old book, he smells like that stupid textbook.

My eyes are wide, not expecting the outburst of his speed to be used in such a way. Eventually though. When I realize what had just happened, I return the kiss. It felt like it lasted forever, and not nearly long enough at the same time.

As he pulled away, he apologized. I shut him up quickly by kissing him again, before my bedroom door opens, my light flicking on.,

"Y/n? What are you doing up so late I could of sworn I heard someone?" My mother calls as I turn to her. "Oh well-" I turn back to look to Wally. Only for him to be gone. "I just was using the bathtoom. I stubbed my toe though and yelled. Sorry if I woke you." She sighed biding me goodnight and closing the door. Wally rolls out from under my bed as I smack my face with a groan.

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Five years later

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"Wally, I don't know about this. There's supposed to be a lot of important scientists there - I shouldn't be just going with you!" He rolls his eyes, adjustinging his tie. "You've meet my uncle before, and he's the smartest one there."

"How do you always drag me into this?" I ask aloud, hooking my hand into his, while we walk inside. "Because you love me?" He states with a roll of his eye. He leads me past the party goers until we reach his Uncle, who was engaged in conversation with a small group. He greets us both with a smile. I let go of Wally to shake their hands.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you all, I've heard so much about your research. I'm Barry's nephew. Wallace West, but people call me Wally. This is my lovely wife-" I finish "-Y/n, y/n West. It's a pleasure."

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@redsakura101 )) ;)

A/N

Sooo???? I finally finished it..... what did we think? How many little details did you knowtice? And God did I forget how much I don't like writing in first person. Is that part of the reason why I didn't update this?? Yes. Is it also because I fell a bit out of DC??? Also yes! Anyways I love you guys and I really hope you enjoyed the last part. I hope it was worth the wait, and I didn't misspell or have too many gramatical errors.

Pls request things! Kk! 💞

~Sunny

[starrvlight]

should i make a web toon??

chat should I make a webtoon?? I already have some story written out, it's kinda lie sbg?? It's not like taken from SBG I promise 😭 but it's the same genre??and I have not ppl to edit my art / anyone to help out with the comic CONSIDERING IM A MINOR (13-15)??I also don't consider myself good a drawing:p But I'll tell u about it and lmk if I should try to make it a comic??:D

it's about these kids (12-13) I KNOW IT'S YOUNG BUT WHATS A LIL TRAUMA GONNA DO?? And like (I'm still figuring this out 😔(ok nvm I'm just going to copy and paste I have a 2 starts so far starts so far))

starter one: (2nd one I made + still working on)

They use walkie talkies the communicate *FIFI RUNNING THRU THE HALLS OF HER SCHOOL* Hey- I'm Fiona or fifi- whatever u wanna call me. For the past few months I've been having this recurring dream, or simalar to that.. Cut to fifi panting, crying and bleeding a lot from the side of she stomach, running in a hellish realm from a multiple runners going to some massive treehouse and she climbs a ladder and axel rolls up the ladder, and fifi pressing a button and collapse shaking

Cut back to Fifi, running into her class "your late miss Weech." Fifi looks up "sorry Mr mordini" she mumbles

starter 2: (og one)

Fifi was looking thru her dad's stuff and saw some "fun" looking horror game that was shoved way way way in the back1-2 (axel and fifi) people are playing a game, then the game glitches and the game like sucks them in.they were playing some horror game where you had necklaces/ bracelets/earrings rings that they found then they had some type of power (but didn't know||powers:, water,fire,air,earth,flying, manipulate gravity,super speed, instant healing, able to shield Able to manipulate blood, shrink/grow is size, teleport abe to see into the future by a.little bit, lightning yk?) and so they kinda just walked around for a bit and then saw something glowing..it was a crimson shade of red..like blood.. axel grabbed it and looked at it then hesitantly but it on, then continued walking it was really dare,, they came across this neighborhood/ghost town and a whole bunch of houses were like decaying and they walked in, hoping to find stuff,they ended up finding some water, a backpack and a couple flashlights +batteries.. and a ring that had a dark green gem..then l of a sudden they hear EXTREMELY loud screeching and they remember it from the game they the began to run out the house but screeching got louder and louder to they ran the opposite way, but there was no way out so they had to kill the creature (it's a black creature that's completely black and has like a really open mouth andna head that's tilted back, a massive eye on their chest and in the same pllace on their back, really tall massive claws, they r called runners/screechers, then there are other ones that can fly at really high speeds r called flyers) they didn't know how so they just ran and ran, until axel fel...Fifi pulled axel and help him up..but it was too late and the monster lunged at them then the crouchd and covered themselves, then hears some running and then a loud screach,. They looks up and say a trio, one has black, really curly hair, one has a bit with bleached hair and one with browns hair and some hair dye, the one with h dyed hair has black goop on her hand she shirt, then the one with curly blkack hair ran to them

And I drew both comics a bit both have I think 3 panels :p

AND SORRY FOR RANDOM NAMES IN IT I CAN POST THE CHARACTER INTRODUCTION STUFF IF U WANT MORE INFO

ANDDD ANOTHING THINK IM WITTEWLIWLY DRAWING IN IBISPAINT 🤨 LIKE??

[batwritings]

Happy Trans awareness week! 🏳️‍⚧️

I am aware of you and myself♡

And to celebrate can we get some headcannons for Ghost, König, Soap, Keegan and whomever else you wanna include with a trans reader and how they deal with reader's body dysphoria? (If you're comfy with it ofc)

Over and out,

🍁

Happy Trans awareness week! :D I'm also aware of you as well as any other of our trans siblings reading this! Have some supportive military husbands to celebrate. I also added my two faves. Enjoy!~

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Ghost: Not much for words (and not the best with them either), but absolutely the first to tell off anyone who tries to say anything negative about you or your body as you go through your transition. He's always touching or rubbing around places that he knows you can have a hatred for to show that he still loves you regardless. Ghost has a good eye for detail as well, so he's always pointing out the changes he sees. Be it facial hair growth or a change in your chest size, he'll mention it when he sees you next.

Soap: Body worship, body worship, body worship! Sweet Johnny boy is very quick to lather your body in kisses from head to toe and give you reasons why he loves every inch of you as you are. His temper can get him in trouble if he ever defends you in conversation, but it's the thought that counts. This lad also loves experimenting with the changes of sensation your body goes through, and will often use this knowledge as a distraction whenever you start to get down on yourself about your body.

König: Big guy is just a bit familiar with body dysphoria, having previously seen his height as more of a liability than an asset. The colonel is very similar to Ghost, lovingly keeping a hand on your hip or waist to show his affection when he has to be big and scary. He'll mark out with you the spots that will change, watching as your chest grows or shrinks and making note of the subtle changes he sees. König will even go as far as to research things like vocal training techniques; he knows how terrifying public speaking can be, and can empathize with wanting to sound the part you were meant to play.

Keegan: Another man who isn't the best with words, but he certainly does try and make an effort for you. Very much a do-er versus a talker, he's sooner to get revenge in subtle ways should anyone speak poorly about you. Later, in private is where he'll be a little more hands on in showing you how to love your body as it is. Keegan is also quick to remind you how the feeling won't last forever and that every day you get closer to achieving the body you want. "Baby steps babe, you'll get there." is something he tells you quite often.

BONUS!

Nikolai: Extremely good with his words! He's always complimenting you, especially on the days you're being particularly hard on yourself. Even when you catch onto that you can't be mad when his response is that he's speaking the truth and how he really feels about you. Also very down to Earth and reminds you to remain patient through the process. "Нет ху́да без добра́," he'll tell you, meaning that every cloud has a silver lining.

Alejandro: As headstrong as he can be, the colonel of the Mexican special forces is very gentle when trying to help you tackle your dysphoria. He's always there to encourage and remind you of just how masculine/feminine you are in his eyes. "Aquel que no espera vencer, ya está vencido," he'll tell you, a way of reminding you of your drive to be who you want to be, both inside and out.

[foxboyclit]

im coming up on my 2 year t-aversarry so here's some assorted feelings on that (put under a cut because i didnt expect it to get this long oops)

first off, im hoping i don't get sick again so i can actually have a tea party to celebrate. even if its a little after the actual date i wanna do something

it looks like i cant grow anything more than some light whiskers but i never wanted a huge lumberjack beard anyway and i still get to shave regularly which is very euphoric. im a little disappointed though because ive always wanted a full beard

body hairs been really good though! its filled out nicely on my arms and legs and i have a full happy trail i am so so happy about that

my doctor said she noticed my shoulders had gotten more broad, which ive heard wasn't possible but apparently it is! and i see it myself too. she said i have more of an inverted triangle shape now, and it makes sense because ive noticed my hips shrink significantly. now apparently i wasn't very curvy to begin with but dysphoria makes me see things that aren't as prominent i guess

its also almost a year since my period stopped and i feel so much better having my emotions and energy levels at a constant state. i never have to think about whether i forgot to bring pads i haven't had cramps in MONTHS it's wonderful. i will say, ive noticed cis women are more comfortable talking about their periods around me and it's a mixed bag of emotions. im glad i give off that vibe that it's okay to talk about it but i feel bad saying "yeah im glad mine stopped" or "this is what i used to go through" which is the most i can relate to now so im kind of...sad? to not be able to talk about it? but also when i did menstruate i hated talking about it to anyone other than like. two specific people. idk

my voice is leveling out more, it still cracks but not as much as it did i feel like just a few months ago? still not where i want it but im getting closer and i love when my voice cooperates and is deeper without those cracks. ive gotten compliments on my voice too when i use my lower register! idk if the majority of people read it as masculine or even androgynous but i like compliments

still getting constantly misgendered, no matter what im wearing but im used to it. at least all my family, friends and coworkers respect my pronouns

ive been dressing a lot more feminine than i anticipated. but im having fun with it! its okay if im actually more feminine presenting than fluid like i previously thought. but also i could have another big swing in the opposite direction. i feel comfortable and stylish either way so im welcoming whatever changes

the gender fuckery of facial hair, flat chest and skirt has been *chefs kiss*

my t levels are on par with cis men! just knowing that makes me smile. estrogen is still high but it wasnt a concern with the doctor so im mostly okay with it

my libidos leveled out nicely, it's still a lot higher than before t but its not as intense as when i first started. adjusting to it has been pretty easy and im happy with where it currently sits.

body acne has mostly gone away! and i haven't had any massive breakouts or changes in my skin!

i swear to god i went down at least a cup size. its been waiting for the right time to pursue top surgery a hell of a lot easier. i always felt like if i had a smaller chest i wouldnt necessarily need top surgery, and i still want it but im more content with my chest now

i think all in all ive had to adjust my expectations for how id look by now, maybe its the dosage or genetics or aforementioned high estrogen or it just hasn't been long enough but i always expected to look more masculine this far in. it's still something i have to deal with from time to time but ultimately im happy with my body and im more okay taking this slowly than i anticipated

i dont have a conclusion for this other than wow. testosterone is one hell of a drug

[patchwork-crow-writes]

"Waiting for Kris"

'Wish they'd hurry up,' growled Susie, kicking her legs furiously through the air beneath her seat. Next to her, Ralsei chuckled as he set to his crochet work.

'Patience is a virtue, Susie,' he said softly. 'Or so I've been told, anyway.'

'Patience is for dweebs, is what it is.' She cracked a wide smile at her own witticism, sharklike teeth glistening in the darklight. But the creases in her brow, the anxious rippling of her mauve scales, gave away her restlessness. The prince watched her out of the corner of one eye, perhaps nervous that she might make her own entertainment, and that he might be roped into whatever scheme she'd concoct. He'd be lucky if she only took his glasses this time.

'Well, whatever Kris is doing, I'm sure it's important,' he offered. 'A-and they'll probably be back before you know it!'

Susie gave a derisive snort. 'You kidding? You mean like last time, when they almost got... aargh! Shit like this is why I HATE waitin' around! Who knows what trouble that freak's gotten themself into this time...!'

She drove a fist into the seat between her and Ralsei, causing the entire bench to tremble.

'O-oh dear, Susie...' said Ralsei, tone wavering somewhere between concern and admonishment, hand hesitating to reach out to her. 'Y-you're really that worried about them, aren't you...?'

'...worried? Nah, more like pissed off!' She thumped the bench again for emphasis, and the prince flinched from her. 'They get to do all this cool secret stuff while I'm just sat here like some useless piece of trash! I should be out there, helping 'em out instead of sittin' here and thinking, and thinkin'... 'cause that's when... that's when I... when I...'

Her voice hitched, like a walkman trying to read a scratched CD, and her formidable frame sagged, shrinking into itself. It was the first great snort, wringing with roiling emotion, that broke Ralsei's delicate heart.

'N-no, you mustn't...' he said, placing a soft hand upon her quivering shoulder, '...you mustn't say things like that, Susie. You aren't useless, you... you aren't trash... you're nothing of the sort...!'

'And what do YOU know about it, huh?!' she snarled through her hot tears, yanking herself away from his consoling touch. '...what it's like to be... to be HATED by everyone?! When no-one'll go near you 'cuz... 'cuz everyone thinks... you'll bite their face off...? An'... an' all anyone tells you is that you'll never... NEVER amount to anything?!'

'S-Susie, I-'

The dragoness loomed over him, eyes burning amber underneath her matted mane. 'Y'know ANYTHING of what that's like, do you? 'Cuz if not, then don't you DARE tell me what I can and can't call myself! Got it, pipsqueak?'

The caprine boy gave a feeble nod, incandescent with shame. 'Um... yes. I... I'm sorry.'

Seeing his mortification, Susie turned away. A shuddering sigh escaped from between clenched teeth as she realised too late just how she was coming across.

'...heh. Guess you get it now, huh.'

'...Yes. I get it, Susie. It's... clear as crystal.'

Something warm gripped her arm, fluffy fur brushing against smooth scales, small paws rubbing with gentle, soothing touches.

Her head whipped round to look at him. 'Hey hey hey, the hell you doing?! You wanna get decked or what-'

Ralsei met her gaze, and the earnest seriousness in his expression stopped Susie dead. Something in that look, so sad and so tender, struck her full force in the heart, and the raging storm inside her began to quieten.

'You're right, Susie. I... don't know what any of that is like. It sounds... horrible. And I can't believe that anyone would ever... ever say those things to you. N-not when I know you to be so brave, so loyal... I... I really admire those things about you. And I am so happy to call you my dear friend.'

He smiled, and it was as if the clouds had parted and a golden ray of sunlight was shining directly onto her, blinding and beautiful. Warmth radiated from her core, through her arms and legs, suffusing her every nerve with vital electricity.

Was... was this what it was like to be... happy?

Without thinking, Susie threw her free arm around the prince's neck, burying her snout in his wispy white fur, gripping hold of his tiny frame with everything in her. For once, she didn't care what anyone else thought; she didn't listen to the screaming voices in her head. All she really knew was that this, this right here, was good, and she was determined to keep hold of it for as long as possible.

'S-S-Susie...!' wheezed Ralsei. 'I... Is everything...?'

The dragon snorted again, sending ripples through his hair. '...you're a real weenie, Ralsei. Y'know that, right...?'

His smile widened a notch, despite the discomfort. Maybe it wasn't so bad, waiting for Kris.

[bartloki]

samia starters part ii

         from honey (2023).

they're gonna have a baby.

I'm thinking about Texas

I dreamt I was pregnant, I woke up with my guard down.

I've never been this bad.

can I tell you something?

I've never felt so unworthy of loving.

I hope you marry the girl from your hometown.

I hope you marry the girl from your hometown and I’ll fucking kill her.

I'll fucking kill her.

I'll fucking freak out.

I would've stayed kinda drunk and afraid in your room 'til I died in your room if you asked for it.

you are so disarming with your honest smile.

I just saw my whole life flash before your eyes.

I don't wanna charm anyone this time.

what if we could shut up for an hour or two?

mostly, it's just that I don't wanna end up crying.

sometimes, when you sing to me, I still believe I know you.

I'm trying to make you laugh.

I know exactly when it turned into an accidеnt.

I must’ve let you down.

I broke a promise that I didn't even know I made.

how am I supposed to wanna hear it anymore?

how are you supposed to wanna love me anymore?

do you ever wish you weren't a coward?  

are you still mad at me?

it hurts to be somewhere 'cause you gotta stay there after you say what's on your mind.

I don't wanna know, I don't.

if I shut up can I come inside?

I don’t want to talk.

I don’t really want to work it out.

we’re too far gone.

I just wanna see your house.

I’ll wear my hat that you hate to the party.

we'll never bе like those lucky posers.

why is your phone going to voicemail?

don't freak out, it's gonna be alright.

you didn’t say anything weird, I promise.

maybe you didn't need tequila for this.

how does anybody know when they're telling the truth?

I don't even remember why I'm saying sorry.

let's connect at the afterparty.

to me, it was a good time.

it’s never enough if you're always too much.

so, you were bullied in high school and you're looking for payback.

it’s like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

aren't you getting tired of all these people?

your fifteen minutes have become eternal.

there might not be a second coming, but that doesn't mean it was all for nothing.

your friends were so scary.

it was just like a movie.

I loved coming over 'cause it felt like dying.

I got a shrink and she said the same thing that everyone else did.

alright, am I being indicted?

it’s been a long week and I don't want to think.

I've got my girls and a hopeful heart.

all you can do from this hotel room is fantasize.

I'm so surprised they love me.

you’re my favorite friend.

you might be right, but nothing's going to change my mind.

god gives you another brick for the wall each time your heart breaks.

did you know aspen grove is 40 thousand trees with thе same foundation?

some peoplе see a cobweb hanging in the window, but you see a constellation.

fuck your rearview.

she knows something about me I do not know.

how'd you get your leg so high up? fuck.

I'm writing a poem, somebody stop me.

oh my god, there's nothing quite like doing what you came to do.

you can think of everyone and still only be staring at them.

you get your dreams for free.

when I finally forgive myself I'll be tired and sunburnt and tripping over spanish moss again.

there are six minutes of brain activity after the body's dead.

I bеlieve you and I know why.

are you scared to die? the trick is don't arrive.

[ashestoashis]

Hey!!!, I hope all is well with you.

I was wondering did you find yourself longing for sisterhood as you enter your 20s, wanting to find women that you connect with and love. Where you can genuinely be yourself or did you feel like you didn’t fit it or you just didn’t find the type of people for you. Like people would say you have a friend for everything and for me personally I don’t like that. I feel like if you’re my friend you can call me on me if you wanna go out, try new restaurants, go hiking or even in your difficult times. I also want to know did you find your sisterhood/ people.

thank you for this - there are so many potential threads in this question so i'll do my best to stay on topic!

one thing that has oddly worked in my favour is that i don't fit in anywhere lol. even at times around that age group and even slightly younger, when fitting in seemed vital for survival, i always stood out. looking back, i think other people admired me for this in ways i was totally oblivious to; because those closest to me always shamed me for the ways i was different, it never occurred to me that anyone would value those differences. and as a result i always felt very distant from almost everyone in a way i thought would never change - i wasn't sad about it, i just accepted it. the cruelty of those 'close' friendships meant that sisterhood was not something i ever put on a pedestal - my friendships with other women always required me to shrink, hide or sacrifice some part of myself, and those tendencies are something i'm still unlearning even now.

therefore, being myself isn't exactly something that's been supported/promoted/enabled by a collective - it's something i've had to grow into, to then give me a basis for relationships/friendships with others, rather than the other way around? i think it's beautiful that some people have consistent friends/sisters who help them embrace who they are - i wasn't longing for those connections at that age, but i was definitely done with the bullshit and knew i would not tolerate any more highly toxic women in my orbit - i think that was the point at which i truly learnt what toxicity was! and that i deserved better. so there was definitely a shift in standards.

overall, i would say i've had seasonal sisters; i have found my people in line with finding new parts of myself, and that's an ongoing continuum that i don't think will ever end. i have felt deeply understood and seen at different points by different people, yet i now recognise the amount of ourselves we have to share at any given time is always changing, and in my case, every time i have discovered a new part of myself, become too invested in someone's opinion of me (positive or negative) or died to an old belief system or dynamic, relationships have ended and made space for something new. sometimes that gap isn't filled instantly with new people, other times it is. i guess my perspective is to pay attention to what i'm learning about myself through my connections with others, and the losses of those connections also - how does the saying go? 'we don't have relationships with people, we have relationships with ourselves through people.' i think i believe that.

i also recognise that people relate to each other in totally different ways - like you, i don't necessarily have friends for different purposes. i more focus on who i am and what i bring to others than assigning roles to people - however i see patterns in how/when people come to me, the types of things they want from me and who they think i am. i now deliberately remind myself to keep some distance from who people think i am, so i don't end up sleeping on all the parts of me they don't/can't see, if that makes sense. i want to know the difference between connection and projection, and even the most well-meaning of friends/sisters/brothers/others can unwittingly make a caricature out of you in the name of love. incidentally, the friend i feel most genuinely seen by at the moment is a dude - as he's the least judgemental person i know - so i'm really open about where that true friendship can come from.

the other side to all of this is noticing how receptive i am at any given point, as the love and connection we have access to also depends on what we are willing to let in. plus - the way we love others can tell us something about our own needs; being all things to all people can mean we want someone to love us in that same all-encompassing way, for example. or longing for people to love can mean we're longing to be loved. we communicate what we want through demonstration a lot of the time. i've learned a lot about my true wants by allowing myself to be still with whatever is coming up - i used to be a pro at making everything about others, until i realised i did so because i didn't feel worthy of my own attention. now i'm teaching myself how to receive from me, which is changing the way i relate to others entirely. i hope this helps and answers your questions, thanks again for your ask 💕

[yourlocalcoffee0330]

POST-MORTEM: Chapter 1

Hi I have a little story I wanna post here and I have no idea if it’ll do any good I just wanna use the tumble with all my friends,,, anyway lemme know what you hate or like about it. I plan to post some more recent writings soon so hopefully it’ll be a little less poopy stinky doodoo

In the afterlife, we have an expression. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before. That expression is “unfinished business.” Every ghost I’ve met has uttered that phrase at least once. They die and find out that because they have a score to settle, they can’t pass on before seeing things through. The tricky part is that- if someone is killed- most of that unfinished business has a lot to do with someone’s murder. And things get even more muddled when you factor in the fact that ghosts who were murdered lose their memories. They’re amnesiacs, and in order to pass on they first have to fix that. They need to figure out who their killer is and ensure that they’re brought to justice.

I’ve been dead for twenty years, and I’ve spent all those years trapped in purgatory. I can’t find my killer. I’ve seen my corpse in police departments, my identity in newspapers, and I’ve even visited my own grave. The amnesia isn’t gone, but I at least know who I am. I’ve made it over that hurdle, but the reason why I’m still here is because I’m one of seven people killed by perhaps the most cautious murderer of this century. I’ve had to watch as six other men and women were slain. Meanwhile I twiddled my thumbs, just as clueless as anyone living or dead as to who this person was.

I haven’t exactly been doing nothing since I rediscovered who I was, though. The afterlife has “jobs.” They’re typically simple, and just a way for lost souls to pass time. Just as the living has mediums, we do as well. We can manipulate the mortal realm in small ways- moving things, speaking through electronics, typical ghost stuff- but the only way to directly communicate is to hire a medium on our side to commune with one on the other. Mortals think they found a loophole for this with ouija boards, but the truth is most ghosts don’t seriously bother with them. Most of the time you either get ghosts spelling out nonsense like a supernatural prank call, or a demon.

Pretty much the only other jobs include comforting those who have just arrived without memories, helping others plan how they’ll complete their final task to pass on, or simply helping new arrivals find their way. As for me, I’m a detective. I help amnesiacs remember who they are, and use the knowledge of the police as well as my own work to figure out who killed them. I help other people pass on with the hope I can help myself one day. Through my work I’ve met the other six victims. They had each come into my office with a case they had said was a difficult one. They heard I was the best in the field, and hoped I would be able to help them. Then they realized they had seen my face in the news, and they realized quickly that I was just as clueless as they were.

It was the same business as usual today. I was walking to my office, prepared to take on a case that I had a much better chance of solving. Purgatory is a rather interesting place. There’s this white light at the “beginning” of it where the newly departed show up. From there it’s a large hallway, with rooms on either side for each soul. My office is the eight millionth, four hundred and seventy-eight thousandth, five hundred and fortieth room on the left side. The hall is endless in nature in the sense that it grows constantly as new souls arrive, and shrink as old ones leave. However it does have an end. There’s an elevator shaft at the very end of the corridor. Only works for those who have everything in order and are able to go to the other side without leaving any matters behind. People think it leads to whatever afterlife awaits us on the other side, and frankly I agree. Where else would it go, after all?

“Cyrus!”

I hear a shrill voice call my name from behind, so I turn around. A little boy ran up and hugged my leg. This was Joshua, a kid who’s been here even longer than I have. He’s a good kid. One of the first people I met here. He calls me his best friend, and I like that. He was the victim of a hit-and-run, from what he’s told me. His killer has been just as evasive as mine, but I’ve sworn to find that piece of trash before dealing with the guy that sent me here.

“Hey, kiddo,” I reply, patting him on the head.

“Gonna solve a mystery today?” he asked, letting go of me.

I turned around, entering the room that was designated to me. I began fumbling with the folder I had on the table, filled with currently unsolved cases. “That’s the plan.”

“Okay. Good luck!”

He smiled up at me as I selected the case I would be working on today. Some poor old lady who still doesn’t know her own name. Joshua ran off, and I exited my office as well. I don’t spend much time there. I’m mostly just around to think or get a new case. Or sleep, though I don’t have much time to. Thankfully ghosts don’t need to sleep, though sometimes one can get in a “sleepy” mood.

I came to the old woman’s room- Room 5,887,633 R- and knocked on the door. She opened it, smiled, and welcomed me in. It looked about what you’d expect a grandmother’s house to look like. The center of a room held a chair for her and a chair for a guest, separated by a low coffee table with a lower compartment for magazines (yes, ghosts have their own magazines) and novellas for light reading. Beneath the whole furniture set was a circular tapestry adorned with a faintly-colored red and blue pattern orbiting a big purple ball. The tapestry was faded, as if it had endured decades of use; aged just like the old soul who owned it. The walls were adorned with mounted shelves covered end-to-end with tea sets, porcelain dolls, and potted plants beginning to overgrow their small homes and dangle over the walls. It sounds strange when I describe it, but there’s this cozy charm to it, the kind only a grandmother’s cottage can have. I sat in the guest’s designated seat, sinking into the well-worn cushions. My client sat across from me.

“Thank you for coming to help me, detective. Can I get some tea for you?”

“You recall how to make it? When I left yesterday we couldn’t even figure out your name.”

“Oh, I’ve been doing those mental exercises like you asked. My mind is starting to come back in bits and pieces. Just like you said, my memories aren’t gone, just lost. One of the things I’ve recalled since yesterday is how to make tea.”

“Alright, then. I could go for some tea.”

She smiled and rose eagerly to her feet. A small countertop with a heater and kettle manifested itself in the room’s corner as she walked there. I observed her closely; her technique, what all she incorporated into the blend. She came back over with a tea set, laying it down on the coffee table and pouring us both a cup. I held my serving, waiting for it to cool, and continued our conversation.

“So my exercises were helpful. What all have you remembered since yesterday? Anything that could help us?”

“Well, I remember a bit about a house I lived in. It was hard to reach the countertops in my memory, so it must’ve been my childhood home. It was a small place, it was made out of bricks and overlooked a large river. The name of the town is on the tip of my tongue. Goodness, what was its name…”

“No need to stress over that now,” I replied, finally taking a sip of my tea. “Names usually come last during recollection.” I took another sip of the tea, admiring the taste. It had a rather sweet taste, underscored by a savoriness that calmed the otherwise aggressive flavoring. In life I could vaguely recall having a similar-tasting blend during a vacation in a certain seaside country. “This is a Frelan blend, if that helps at all.”

Her eyes went wide a little bit when I mentioned Frela. Seems like I jogged her memory with that remark. “Very good,” she said. “You know your tea, then.”

I nodded. I drank a lot of tea back when I was alive. Personally, I never got the appeal of coffee. Even now that I no longer have to eat or drink I still find myself enjoying tea. “That does help, though,” she continued. “I believe I did live there. I remember it being a very beautiful country. I’m certain I spent almost my whole life in the town I grew up in for that very reason. Oh, but the name…”

“Again, no need to worry about that. We’ve narrowed down what country I need to work in, and I have a good idea as to what the town looks like. That’s enough for me to do my job.”

“Well alright then, dear. Thanks again for helping me.”

“No need to thank me. It’s the right thing to do, after all.”

I tipped my hat slightly, and headed out the door. As I twisted the doorknob, I visualized Frela, and once I left the room I was there. As a ghost, all you have to do to enter the mortal world is visualize where you want to go. The only trick is that you need to have a pretty good recollection. Because of this I visualized an image of a monument to some saint I saw some years back. It’s a pretty distinct place, so I use it anytime I need to travel to Frela. Once I arrived, I found myself phasing through a myriad of people. The statue was particularly crowded today. Of course, none of them saw me. This makes communicating without a medium pretty difficult, but for the most part I actually think this is convenient.

I was looking for a relatively quiet town, close to a river. Frela was an oceanside country; it was close to sea level, so it had a bunch of lakes and rivers. So, I’d focus mostly on just finding small towns. I spent most of the day doing just that, exploring the country and taking note of the small towns I found which had lakes. By sundownI was satisfied with my search, so I returned to the old woman’s room. It’s the same affair getting to the spirit world as it is to the mortal one; you just have to picture it and you’re there.

Again, I knock on the door, and again she answers.

“No luck on your name,” I say, “but I do have some candidates for the town you lived in.”

I listed off the names I had compiled, until she stopped me at the forth one: Barnice. “That’s it,” she told me. “I lived in Barnice.”

“Alright then. I’ll know your name the next time I come back.” She smiled and nodded, and with that, I left again.

This time I paid a visit to the town’s police station. I made sure to figure out where the police station was in each town I searched in order to go in and look for my client’s identity. I went inside, and began looking for any picture of my client. Buildings are tricky to deal with as a ghost. You can enter them just fine, but oftentimes there’s something there that keeps you from manipulating things. Some people paint the roofs of their balconies blue because they believe spirits can’t cross water. We can, but because the act is protective in nature, it still keeps us from messing with things inside. To bypass that, you need to be talked about by the people inside; that’s what gives you power. But I don’t have to worry about that; I’m just here for information.

I scoured the precinct, looked through all the bulletin boards and office spaces I could find. Eventually I found her picture in a small stack of evidence. The detective working the case seemed invested, typing away furiously at his keyboard. It looked like the case was in good hands, but I’m convinced I could do better. My informant’s the victim, after all. Behind the detective’s desk was a corkboard with a bunch of papers and pictures, with strings connecting each thing to another. This kid’s work ethic and office made me peg him as the type who joined the force because he watched a lot of detective movies when he was little. Then he became a detective himself, realized it wasn’t like the movies, and acted like a movie detective in spite of that. The little plaque on his desk read Parker Jones. Felt fitting for a detective. Maybe his parents were in on that dream of his, too. That wasn’t the name I was looking for, though. The name I was looking for was… Barbera Lewis, according to the autopsy report. Mission accomplished, at least for now. I returned to the good old hallway to nowhere, and returned to her room with more good news.

“Hello again, Miss Barbera Lewis,” I said, feigning nonchalance. She looked at me, obviously confused, but when she realized I was referring to her, her eyes widened. Again, it looked like I found the right name. She held her head for a moment, but looked back up at me and spoke.

“My… I- don’t remember everything, but that name certainly sparked a lot of memories, my boy.”

I nodded. “You won’t get everything back just from hearing your name. I’ve had twenty years to gather my memories and there are still things I don’t remember. But hopefully this is a start.”

“Well, it definitely is,” she responded with a smile. “Thank you, my boy. You’ve opened my eyes.”

“I’m glad. Now, regarding your death. It may take me a little while to figure out just who your killer was. I’m kind of backed up with clients right now. But you can trust me to find them.”

“Very well. Take your time, my boy. I’m sure there are clients of yours who have been here far longer than I have, so please have them pass on first.”

“Alright then, Miss Lewis.” I tipped my hat once again, and walked away.

“Oh, and another thing? Mister Detective?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“I’ve met many people here. Good people that I wouldn’t have met if I wasn’t murdered. I know my murderer was wrong for what they did, but part of me still thinks I should thank them for putting me here. Strange as that may sound. From the way you carry yourself, I can tell you think of this place as a curse. Remember that everything happens for a reason, Detective.”

“I think that’s where we disagree, ma’am But I’ll try my best to look at it that way.” I buried my hands in my pockets, and left, determined to find out just who would send such a sweet old lady to a place like this.

[garebearandnan]

LITG | S2 | Day 12 Pt3 Nope Nope Nope

SUMMARY: Noah and Hope find themselves on a rocky path after today’s challenge…

NOTE: The Beach Hut. If there's been a lot happening or if they see that you're upset, the producers will call you to the Beach Hut to just check that you're okay mentally, physically, and emotionally. It’s like a safe haven/safe space for the Islanders.Love Island's Beach Hut producer Mo spilled the secrets in a special video, in which he confessed: "A little fact for you, I'm not actually in the villa with them. I'm in a gallery over there and I've got my own little voice box where I will be able to talk to the Islanders. What they do is they talk to a camera directly and they can hear my voice booming in - so I'll be asking them generic questions like 'how it's it going today' or 'how's life in the villa today?'

Iain Stirling: Previously, on Love Island… We found out that Noah has an ex called Priya who he dated for three months!

Noah: Can we not make this bigger than it is?

Iain Stirling:  Sorry Noah, I didn’t hear that over the sound of this massive drama. Which, by the way, kicked off in spectacular fashion when Priya blew the whistle on her private conversation with Noah.

Priya: Noah said this morning that he’s thinking of picking me at the next recoupling.

Iain Stirling: The guy can’t catch a break!

In the Beach Hut: Hope's confessional

Hope pov. You step into the beach hut, wiping away a few tears from your eyes. Hope sits in the Beach Hut chair, legs crossed and grabs a pillow to her chest. She needed to have a moment alone and normally after there's been a bit of drama the Islanders go straight to the Beach Hut so the producers can catch their live reaction anyway.

Producer: What are your thoughts about Priya telling you that Noah is considering picking her at the next recoupling?

Hope: It's a fucking nightmare. Everything happened so quickly. I just needed to remove myself from the situation. I was absolutely fuming. Fuming.

Producer: How do you feel about Priya?

Hope: I just can't do that. I can't do fake. We all know… we know who's the more genuine person. Like… She didn't even speak to me. I think she’s had her eye on HIM since she got here. 

(Hope rolls her eyes.) I mean it’s Noah, I really can’t fault her there. He’s a dreamboat. I think if me and Noah split up, she’d pick him.

Hope shrinks back in the seat with a saddened expression gracing her face again.

Hope: I feel so betrayed. Why can’t people be honest? He should have pulled me for a chat. Finding out  like that was so… humiliating… (She covers her face with her hands). It fucking hurts…

Producer: Would you like to talk to a therapist?

(Hope shakes her head, side-to-side.) Hope: Just give me a moment.

The producer gives Hope time to compose herself. She wipes away her tears. Producer: Do you have your eye on someone else?

Hope: Oh? Um… (She hesitates.) I still obviously really like Noah. I don't fancy anyone like I fancy him, so I'm just sat here, like… You were literally my dream man. I just wanna put on his jumper and go to sleep.

Producer: If there was a recoupling, would you pick another boy?

Hope: I'm just, like, scared now to like someone, like, new again, you know? It's so hard… So hard putting yourself out there. This is why I have a hard time, like, opening up to people, and, like, telling them how I feel because something always ruins it.

Producer: Do you think Grace’s head could be turned?

Hope (thinking): Why the fuck they asking me that?

Hope pales. She’s not stupid. She knows most of the boys (and probably Marisol) would jump at the chance to couple with Grace.

Hope (thinking): But surely not Noah, too? She shifts awkwardly in her seat and doesn’t say anything. 

Producer: Hope?

Hope: She seems pretty loyal to Gary. But, it's Love Island so I guess anything is possible.

In the Beach Hut: Noah's confessional

Noah pov. Noah let out a sigh as he took a seat in the wicker chair, crossed his arms, and leaned back.

Producer: So, you and Priya had a chat up on the terrace?

Noah: Yeah. We had a little conversation. I never wanted Hope to find out like this. I think I'm just in so much shock. I wasn't expecting that at all. 

Producer: What are your thoughts about Priya telling Hope that you are considering picking her at the next recoupling?

Noah: I don't know why she did it. I didn't really understand. I was a bit thrown off. It was one of those things where I was just like, "OK, so, like… what is that about?"

Producer: Has Priya turned your head?

Noah: Priya’s absolutely stunning. I doubted she’d go for me. I work in a library.

Producer: Are you open to getting to know her?

Noah: I'm kind of in a spot where it's like, do I try something out to maybe break something else up? Or do I stay with where I'm... where I'm at and maybe miss out? The only girl I’ve really gotten to know  in here was Hope really. And, at this point, I have to choose what's right for myself and what I'm looking for in this Villa. So, basically, if I wanna get to know Priya and see what she's about, I know that Hope's the type of girl to, like, just kind of break off.

Priya’s words play on his mind, ‘You don’t have to just be with one person your whole time in here. Changing partners is part of the game. Who knows what you could be missing?’

Producer: If there was a recoupling, would you pick Hope or Priya?

(He sighs deeply.) Noah: I like Hope a lot, but… it's Love Island and anything’s possible. At the end of the day, I will give Priya a chance because I feel like that would be unfair if I didn't. However, I have got a connection with Hope too.

Producer: Do you have your eye on someone else?

(He has a nervous smile on his face.) Noah: Maybe, but nothing’s certain. 

Producer: Can you elaborate more?

(He fidgets awkwardly.) Noah: For me, Grace intrigues me. I think she’s absolutely breathtaking. She’s really hot, gentle, and honest.

Producer: Do you think Grace’s head could be turned?

He appeared surprised by the turn of questioning.

Noah: I’m not ready to make any big moves, but it is interesting to think about. (He grins shyly and looks down at his hands.) Very interesting, indeed.

The screen going black at this point signifies that he is free to leave.

[slutforavatar]

“And a half”

Pairings: Neteyam X Na’vi!Reader SMUT

Word count: 3.1k

READER AND NETEYAM ARE AGED UP TO 20!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, degrading, swearing, spanking, hair pulling.

Summary: You live with the sully’s since your parents died when you were younger. You had invited friends over and they asked you how big you think your bestfriend Neteyams cock was, and he heard you. He takes you to the forest and fucks you silly to prove how big he is.

Y/n’s POV

“So y/n since you and neteyam are bestfriends and live together surely you’ve seen it, my ears twitch and my eyes widen “no i havent?” i laugh nervously, even though I haven’t seen it my mind always wonder’s how big it is, the thickness and the colour, i clench my thighs together to sooth the warm heartbeat in my core, memories of me touching myself to the thought of his long thick cock inside me. “how long do you think it is” my friends question breaks me out of my thoughts, i look at her as she smirks “quiet down remember i live with them, anyone can hear” my friends scoot closer to me “I can imagine its 18 inches” I whisper and my friends giggle “you guys are unbelievable” kiri walks in and laughs “dont you dare say a word to him” i plead her “dont worry i wont” dhe laughs “by the way your friends need to be home theyre parents are calling for them” they jump up “we’ll see you later” “cya” they walk away. “So y/n” kiri looks at me and wiggles her eyebrows “shut it kiri” i get embarrassed and I head towards the door “y/n” i hear someone call out my name and i turn around neteyam “hey” i gulp praying to eywa that he hadnt heard the previous conversation i had with my friends just moments ago, he smirks “wanna go flying?” i let out a sigh “of course” i smile then i start walking, neteyam not too far behind me “so y/n, i think your friends fancy me a little” i crinkle my nose “whys that?” i turn to face him, he looks down at me “well they were asking about my size, so they must have some interest in me” my stomach drops, oh no oh no shit. I wanna shrink in a hole, my best friend heard me talking about his dick. He leans down and whispers in my ear “18 and a half inches” my eyes widen, his hot breath fans on my neck “i-i dont know what your talking about” i look away from him in hopes he drops it “domt act like you werent talking about the size of my dick with your friends, how many times have you thought about my cock?” he rubs his hand on my cheek and i look up at him, my face is burning, my heart is beating as if its gonna explode “how many times y/n” my core tingles “a few times” i mumble this is so embarrassing, i mentally face palm “did you happen to be..touching yourself any of those times?” my breathe gets caught in my throat, my bestfriend is asking if i touch myself? a random burst of confidence hits me “maybe” I smirk. His eyes widen and he gulps “dont go all shy on me now teyam, i answered your question” i push him against a tree behind him “maybe isnt the answer i want” his raspy voice sends tingles down my spine “fine, i do touch myself to the thought of your thick cock inside me, making me see the stars” I run my hand down his stomach all the way to his thighs, his breathing quickens and his skin heats up, I lower to my knees. I look up and i smirk at him, his eyes looking down at me half opened, ears perking up high, slight pink shade spread across his face and his mouth slightly agape. “Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me neteyam?” i place my hand over his clothed cock and I palm it softly, he sucks in a quick breathe “so many times y/n” he whimpers, i quicken my pace palming him harder and faster, his stomach raising and falling fast because of how hard and fast hes breathing, i smirk. “Tell me what you’ve pictured me doing” I look up at him giving him doe eyes as i slowly remove the cloth covering his cock “fuck um..” he clears his throat as he watches me remove his clothing, once ive fully pulled his clothing off his long cock springs out and hits his stomach, shit he wasnt lying 18 and half inches, i take him in my hand its so warm. Pre-cum slowly oozes out the top and I look up at him and smirk “come on tell me neteyam, what have you thought about me doing” “kinda like what your doing right now y/n” i smirk, i place one hand on his thigh then the other ome holding his warm member “details would be nice teyam” i let go of his cock, i bring my hand to my mouth then i spit into my hand. “i always thought about us doing this, you wrapping your soft plump lips around my cock.”

i squeeze my thighs together “your so dirty, thinking if your best friend doing that” i take him back in my hand and I pump him a few times, his eyes flutter shut “thats it y/n” i look up at him “open your eyes and look at me” he does as I say, he looks into my eyes and my core burns “what else do you think about” i pump him faster “i-fuck.. ive thought about you underneath me, screaming my name while i fuck you silly” he moans at the last words, holy shit i need him so badly. I scoot closer to him so his tip his almost touching my lips, i slowly lick his tip, tasting his pre-cum and I moan softly against him “so warm” he thigh muscles tense at my touch, lower my head taking more of him into my mouth breathe y/n breathe i remind myself to breathe through my nose so i dont gag “never thought i’d actually get you like this, all to myself” i look up at him then I slowly pull my head back letting him fall out of my mouth with a pop noise “n-no y/n i need your warm mouth on me” he whines once ive stood up “you’ll get it dont worry” i place my hand on his cheek and i softly caress it, he places his hand onto of mine then crashes his lips on mine, i grind against him softly trying to gain some friction between my thighs. He smirks into the kiss then pulls away “desperate are we y/n?” his arms snakes around my waist then softly spanks my ass “neteyam sully did you just hit me” i laugh “just a love tap” he smirks then he quickly slips us around so im pressed up against the tree. My eyes widen as i look up at him, he runs his hands down my chest, stopping at my clothed boobs “may i?” he tugs at the strings of my top softly “please” i whine, as soon as the words leave my mouth i watch his big hands tear my top revealing my boobs, his eyes widen then he looks back up at me “touch them please” he doesnt say a word, he takes my right boob into his hand and squeezes it softly, i moan at his touch hes so warm and his actions are rough i love it. He then lowers his head towards my other boob then takes my nipple in his mouth “fuck neteyam” i clench my thighs together, his hot tongue runs across my sensitive nipple then i place my hand on his head pushing him closer to my chest. My chest is falling and rising as plays with me “teyam i need you inside of me” i whisper, i lower my hand down to stroke his cock but he steps away from my body, i look at him confused had i done something wrong?. “You’ll get what you want soon, lay down now” he looks into my eyes giving me a stern look, i lower my body down then I lay my body on the ground “good girl” he praises me as he lowers to his knees, my breathe hitches at the praise and I grow more restless. He climbs on top of me, his eyes switching from my chest to my eyes “i wanna hear about your fantasies about me” he smirks, i push his braids out of his face and he lowers his face towards my chest “better start talking y/n or i wont be touching you anytime soon” he looks into my eyes and smirks revealing his fangs “fine” i pout, he places softly kisses all over my chest “i started touching myself to the thought of you when i had turned fiftee-” i was cut off by the boys laugh “shit that young?” he looks at me and laughs, my face heats up from embarrassment and i bring my hands to cover my face “no no dont be embarrassed y/n im flattered, you couldnt resist me” he smirks as he lowers his face back to my chest, slowly kissing all the way down to my stomach, i move my hands off my face “oh shut up you skxwang i was a horny fifteen year old with a boy around me all the time” he chuckles against my skin “now get to the good part” he runs his tongue down my stomach all the way to my thigh, i let out a soft moan and i grip his hair “i..i would think you were in between my legs pushing in two of your fingers inside of me” i clear my throat this is so embarrassing i mentally let out a scream “you dirty little girl” he looks up at me and a moan escapes my lips at his words. I look down at him and he has a surprised expression on his face “what?” i question him “you like being degraded” my face flushes.

he sits up then climbs on tops of me once again “does my little slut like how bad i speak to her?” he lowers his face towards my neck, he softly sucks at my skin “oh neteyam” i place my hands on the back back of his neck and i wrap my legs around his waist “please i need you so badly” i whine as i grind against him trying to look for a way to ease the throbbing in between my thighs “so needy” he mumbles in my ear then licks a stripe down my neck.

My eyes stay glued on him as he places kisses all over my thighs, hes driving me crazy hes so close to my aching pussy but yet he wont do anything “neteyam if your not gonna do anything then ill go find someone else to help me” i let out a frustrated groan, i'm so sexually frustrated i need him to touch me so badly but he wont, i let out a yelp when I feel him nip at my thigh with his fangs “your funny if you think im gonna let anyone else ever touch you again” his raspy voice mumbles against my skin “your mine now, you belong to neteyam sully” he slowly pulls down my clothing as i nod my head. I hiss as I feel the cool breeze graze against my exposed pussy, i look down at neteyam and hes basically drooling “wipe the drool off your mouth” i let out a snarky comment “your so wet, all for me” he looks into my eyes as he lowers his head between my thighs “need to taste you so bad” is all i hear him say before his tongue licks a stripe through my wet pussy “shit” i close my eyes “so good” he mumbles as he repeats his action, this time his tongue stops at my sensitive clit and sucks it softly and slowly “oh my god” i let out a sigh. He continues to suck my sensitive bud, i let out a loud moan and I grip his hair, i feel his large fingers rubbing against my opening “please” i whimper. I sound pathetic but he loves it. He listens to what i say and slowly inserts one finger into my slick opening “o-oh fuck” my back archs slightly as he finger grazes my walls, he slowly curls his finger inside of me just grazing a certain spot inside me causing me to let out a cry “another one please” i beg for him to add another finger, i need a release so bad. He does as I say and slowly slides another finger inside me, i tug his hair roughly and he groans against me sending vibrations through my core “your so fucking good at this neteyam” i push his face closer into my pussy “faster” i whine as i arch my back more, he speeds up his figure eight motions on my clit and curls his fingers once again “m’ so close, please neteyam” i squeeze my eyes shut as he moves his fingers inside me faster “fuck i-im gonna let go” i pant, i feel the hot white wave of pleasure surf through my body, i let out a string of moans mixed with neteyams name, my back arches towards the sky and my thighs close together with his head still between my legs still sucking me dry “f-fuck i cant… handle it” my legs start shaking as he continues “s-stop i cant t-take it” i beg as my body starts trembling from overstimulation. My body relaxes as he pulls away from my pussy, i look at him through my half opened eyes, my juices all around his mouth “you taste so good y/n” he softly rubs my trembling thighs “y-your so good at that” i pant as i try to catch my breath “arent you lucky i am” he smirks as he climbs on top of me again, his rock hard cock pressed against my thigh “put it inside me” i place my hands on his cheeks “you sure you can take it already after that?” he looks into my eyes reassuring i want to “yes please i need you” i nod, i use my thumb to wipe my juices off his cheek, i then place my thumb in my mouth and i suck my juices off my thumb, i feel his cock twitch against my thigh “you drive me crazy y/n” he pants as i grabs his cock and alines it with my entrance “if it becomes too much tell me to stop and i will” he looks into my eyes, i giggle “even when your able to ruin me your still a gentleman” i rub his cheek and he slowly slides inside me. We both gasp once he’s fully inside me “your so fucking warm y/n” i look into his eyes as he slowly starts moving, pulling himself out then pushing back in “you fill me so well” i whimper as he speeds up “you suck me in so well” he replies, low grunts and groans escape his lips making me love it even more. I wrap my arms around his torso and I dig my nails into his back “mark me” he pants as he thrusts in and out of me hard, i do as he says, i drag my nails down his back earning a hiss from him. “Flip over” He whispers in my ear, i do as he says. I prop myself up on my knees, my head on the ground.

with my ass in the air waiting for him to enter inside me again, i gasp as i feel him quickly thrust inside me “shit” I scream. He places his hand on my ass and squeezes it, his thrusts become harder and faster i could tell hes close “fucking hell..i..love your cock” i struggle to form any words “filling me so w-well” he rubs my back with one hand then his other grips my waist, i clench around him and i hear him groan “your mine forever” he groans as I clench around him once again “now you wont have to guess how big i am” I can even hear the smirk in his voice “y-yeah i wont be talking to my friends a-about your cock anymore” I moan after i finish my sentence “your all mine, y-your cock is a-all mine and mine only” I feel his cock twitch inside me, were both extremely close “i’m bout t-to cum” i let out a pant, his grip on my waist gets tighter “such a good little slut letting me use her wet cunt” he spanks my ass, his words tip me over the edge, my body shakes as my second orgasm rolls over my body “oh my fuck” i let out a scream as neteyam lowers his hand on clit and rubs it slowly increasing the pleasure to my orgasm “thats it baby let it out” he thrusts into me harder as he tries to search for his high “gonna cum inside you yeah?” he spanks my ass once again and smirks at the red handprint “p-please cum inside me, need you inside” i say weakly as my body continues shaking “fuck fuck fuck” i feel his body shake against mine as his hot cum spills inside me “your so fucking good y/n” he grips my hair and pulls me up so im sitting on his lap while his cum still spills out inside of me “your mine” he wraps his hand around my neck as he whimpers in my ear, i grind against him slowly helping him ride out his high “t-that was so good” he pants in my ear “now maybe you’ll remember 18 and a half inches”.

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[http-finnick]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫

finnick odiar x fem!reader

summary: after the war, your whereabouts are a mystery left with missing next to it. finnicks days are gloomy without his love as jealous friends burden him.

request: hi I love your finnick stories so much!! i really like reading them ♥️ i saw requests are open an was wondering if you could do a finnick x reader where its after the war and he thinks shes dead but later finds out she’s alive and he’s just happy and excited to plan their life together? thank you ♥️

I dont..miss her. it's strange. I- I want her here it's just..I feel like I've lost something..like I'll find it soon. It'll be in arms reach soon, just...wait. that's all. wait.

"you're grieving. It's denial" his head pops up to see a red-headed woman cross her legs, he almost forgot he was saying that all out loud

"she isn't missing, Finnick, she isn't at arms reach. She's dead." Annie moves her hair behind her ear before resting her head on her hand, staring at his expression, for a reaction to her statement

"some shrink you are." he scoffs, he hates how she's talking. she isn't dead. she cant be.

"...finnick" pity. her tone is pitiful and there's nothing he despises more. he struggles to find logic to support his calm as he fumbles from rage

"no body."

"what?" "no body. no proof. she could be alive" now he stares straight at her. her wide brown eyes flashing a sign of annoyance before being coated with a wave of seriousness.

"we went over this. you need to look at the facts-" "I am. no body." now he's getting defense, how could she say that? wheres her hope? she never gives up on anyone why would she give up on you so quickly?

"you called me a shrink. I'm not. I'm a friend and you need to listen to me as that. mourn her. do it now before you hold onto her forever"

.

she's gone. I know that now. I don't talk about her anymore, annie doesn't like the noise. mostly to myself when I want to reminisce on good memories that just end up with me crying in the bathroom like a pathetic wimp. sometimes I think to talk about her to annie but she just tells me to let go of her. but I can't.

the 5 stages of grief. Annie told me about that. is confusion one? I feel confused.

I sit on the island counter as I hear fabric on fabric, it's the dress of annie swiping against itself as she walks in to check on me.

"hey, you okay?" she leans against the wall, fiery red hair longer than ever as she awaits my answer

"uhh, yeah, yeah." brushing it off as I sit up, she isn't satisfied. he knows but it isn't the time.

"wanna talk about it?" seriously? he can? and to think she hated the noise

"it'd be nice" he answered sniffing slightly as he was already getting emotional

"what's the matter?" she sits down and motions for him to do as well, he hesitates, feeling more in control of the situation by standing and looking away, but, he sits.

"uh, I'm really am missing her a lot more" he watched her chew her cheek and he starts to feel claustrophobic. is he a burden? an annoyance to bring up the past? to dwell so heavily?

"what are you hanging onto so much?" her tone is soft but he knows spitfire when he hears it, he smiles and bites his bottom lip, he knew it was too good to be true.

"what?" shes clueless. utterly clueless and he's about to snap

"no it's just, wow."

"..wow?"

"you tell me to mourn but I'm never allowed to!" he smiles while sitting up, completely done. over her bullshit and looking for a fight

"well, mourning isn't clinging onto things fin." she hits right back, ready to get this over with and go to bed.

"what the hell is wrong with you? I- I have no one to fucking talk to!"

"you aren't here when you talk! you are somewhere else living in the past and you can't hear anyone when they tell you the truth!"

"oh- oh so what this truth?" he pushes her, ready for her to say, daring her to.

"that she's dead and you need to get over that." she strikes for the kill and it fucking hurts. he bites his tongue as she scoffs and tries to form a semi-redeemable apology that he knows he just bullshit

"no. I need you to get the fuck out." he waves his hand mindlessly towards the door as he stares at the floor, feeling blood pool into his mouth from biting his tongue a little too hard

.

two of the most important women are gone from his life and he only has a chance with one of them.

he wears dress pants and a button-up with flowers he picked this morning. he needs at least for this to work out.

he slides the bouquet onto the counter and lets his fingers run through his fluffy locks as he opens the fridge, trying to find some drinks they can have together as he scans the empty cold box.

he throws his head back at the sound of the rippling scream of his phone, he can't deal with post-capitol shit right now.

he swings his feet and grabs the telephone off the wall, stating his name and 'hi' as he waits

a woman chimes in on the other line stating herself and her authority as she starts to say things he doesn't really understand, numbers of times and dates, he doesn't do appointments or capitol press anymore

"wait- wait. I'm sorry, what?"

"for ms.l/n, when will you arrive for her?" he drops the phone as his throat closes up. they found her. they found her. they found her.

her body.

pickup. they want me to come to get her. his knees became weak and he slid to the floor, only now hearing her voice asking for him as it dangled next to his shaking body

he grabs it and puts it up to his ear, his voice cracking as he asks what date, time, and location to...pick her up.

he couldn't help but notice the way she talked about 'ms.l/n' in a slight past tense. he wanted confirmation for the longest time but it was bittersweet knowing she was actually gone. no fuck that. it's bitter it hurts like hell. it feels like the day he found out she was gone and panicked looking for her, though this time actually finding a body. he isn't gonna let Annie's "coping 101" infect his brain now. he is in pain. he feels like he is dying.

his love is gone. It's been months of her gone but now she's gone.

the train ride was silent as he just sat there in shock the whole time. he was lucky enough to get one today. he hopes they are wrong, hoping when he walks in it'll be someone else.

he stumbles into the hospital, telling the nurses about the call and about the woman on the other line. they tell him a room number and he floats there without question.

he notices how the room isn't leading to a morgue but rather a patient room. maybe it's full. maybe they found her with other missing troops.

and turns the door and cracks it open, he can't stop himself to shut his eyes tightly as he hopes shes is in a zipped body bag at least

he opens his eyes right when he walks in.

there. it's you. no doubt.

it's you sitting up. you're alive.

"y-y/n?"

"holy shit finnick..you're all dressed up for me?" how, how could you joke at this time? how can you joke at all? you were dead. he thought you died he-

he sprints towards you and hugs you tightly, tears flowing from his eyes as he smells you, feels you, loves you again

"I- I thought you died.."

"me too" you mumble feeling your own tears slip out as he weeps against you. you're safe.

"I love you, I love you so much" he cries out, not daring to pull away from you but you manage to lift him up just enough to be face-to-face with him. you kissed him softly, his lips familiar and warm

"I love you too"

you're thin and bruised. utterly beaten down by nature as your busted lip smiles at him, and he knows no matter how long you were lost you were the same old you deep down.

"let's get married. let's get married and move anywhere you want." he smiles, thinking of living with you in the meadow, alone, just the two of you.

"woah, next you're gonna say let's make a million babies" you giggle, pretending like you weren't about to say the same thing.

"not quite a million my love but close to it" he laughs and you fall into it as well. wiping your tears with your free hand had only now noticed how hard your other hand was gripping his

"I missed your laugh so much" he sniffs, tears still spilling out as he smiles at you

"I missed everything about you so much" you dip back in to kiss him and he goes right to it, hugging you deeply as he thinks about how soon you'll be his wife. soon he'll be your husband and soon you two will have a life. a real one.

an: I hope this is okay! I added Annie drama on accidentally lmao. I hope I didn't pace it weirdly and I hope I was able to catch how Finnick was feeling at least a little well. like he knew deep down she was alive but he was just mourning her absent presence. I hope you guys enjoyed it! mwah, love you so much!

[jujulebee]

[private]

no no but u see theres ppl who like roleplay as vampires on the internet all the time thats like just what theyre doing. hiding in plain sight its so dumb and its working 4 the most part.

i guess i stopped goin cause hes the one who convinced me 2 go in the first place? and when i broke up i was like im fine actually i dont need 2 go 2 a therapist i can just party and then i never have to think long enough to start feeling bad

ur right i should. i should like just stay out of that business. why i gotta put my nose in that business? i can just pretend yeah? pretend aint nothin to look at. i try so hard 2 not be at fault for things pa, i dont wanna be involved i just wanna be a good person.

its certainly real unnervin to know. im so sorry for cursin ya with this knowledge. an yea i think id destroy a car 2 keep folks safe. im still strugglin w the idea of keepin myself safe but im. i wanna try. cause it means i can better keep others safe, yea? i just aint afraid of gettin hurt

i aint real public w my address, v need 2 kno basis sorta deal. but it aint in a real like, populated area. i feel safe here. mom does a hell of a job makin sure im warded even if shes worried bout how paranoid i am. specially since i keep changing the locks. i mean i aint recently. but. i think havin bothd b good yeah? vibration sensors and motion sensors?

i really really dont wanna b scared anymore. i hate feelin this way. i feel like some sorta cornered animal. ill see what i can do bout talkin to a shrink, maybe seein a psych. i know my bestie dolls has a list of psychs that shes cross checked 2 see if theyre like, vampo friendly. ill see abt like, diagnoses, maybe like, medication.

a moat sounds p reasonable but i feel like its too like, noticeable ya know? i aint want anyone lookin an gawkin. plus i aint sure id take good enough care of a gator i aint want it sufferin none

((a moat? that sounds reasonable. honey, please))

{Confidential}

That is...an entirely impractical bit of nonsense. Maybe fifty years ago, but how are you supposed to keep that secret now? And you're all on the internet. Publicly. I'd be dead because I threw a taxi at someone within a week. Anyway, maybe going to them isn't the worst idea? It depends really. Why did you stop going?

It's good you're in a familiar place. That is one of those things that both complicates and simplifies things, unfortunately. My best advice there is to do your best to try to stay out of that kind of business, but I know things just happen. It's important to remember though that just because things happen it doesn't mean it's your fault. Sometimes shit gets picked up by the wind and thrown into the fan.

I hate knowing there are people who can outrun cars. I hate having this knowledge. If they can outrun my car then I hope they can tank it because if they start that shit I'm just going to skip the escape and ram into them. Do that if push comes to shove. Sometimes the best escape is making sure they can't chase you before anything else.

That doesn't shock me. Eeeh, cameras can be sketchy. I think a good way to get around that is vibrational motion sensors. I have a few in my warehouse. Not every useful for busy places, but great for monitoring spots no one should be being in. Especially around doors, windows, really any entry. For busier places...hm, I'll have to think about it.

I think you just don't want to be scared anymore and that's the most normal thing of all. Not wanting to be scared. Not wanting to hurt anymore. I've seen your hair though, girlie. You'd not be normal even if you weren't so paranoid. You're exceptional, nothing wrong with that. That vampire shrink may be able to help you find out what kind of nut you are or you could do some research and see what matches what you experience best. Given the circumstances, you might not ever know for sure, but it'll at least give you a little guidance.

Build a moat. Put a gator in it. Who's going to stop you?

//Oh Honey noooo//

[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

[ca-8]

Yakko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

'This is it. The beginning of the end.' 

Gripping on the straps of her backpack, (Y/n) exited the bus and stared up at the water tower that displayed the famous Warner Bros. logo. As expected, it emitted a smug aura onto the entire area; however, surprisingly, there was a slight twinge of mystery to it as well. But she didn't have time to ponder about it, so she only gave it an uneasy look and headed straight for the entrance.

Her heart stopped. She knew the place was going to be busy, but it was like an entire New York City packed in one section! So many writers, producers, actors, large men carrying heavy sets, every type of person working in film was scattered all over the place. It was like an ocean, with the people as marine life doing what they're designed to do, and (Y/n) being the puppy that was abandoned at sea.

The moment it all settled in, an involuntary realization invaded her thoughts. 'I don't belong here.'

The young girl reminded herself to breathe and rushed over to a vacant wall, then pulled out her phone. She had already sent her mother about a thousand messages telling her she was here, but since she hasn't responded, a few more shouldn't hurt. Fingers rapidly typing away, she bit her lower lip, already wishing she had stayed on that bus. 

"Oh, you're just gonna love it!" Her mother's squealing voice had already filled her skull. "You're so talented, I know you're gonna fit right in."

'Yeah, standing around all day with a bunch of people I don't know while doing something I suck at is exactly how I wanna spend my summer.' She let out a soft sigh. 'It's fine. Just shut up and make her happy, (Y/n).'

Several attempts of calling and texting later, no response. (Y/n) sighed again, and her eyes wandered over to the bustling crowd. 'No way. Absolutely no way.' But if she wanted to get the day over with, absolutely yes way.

First, she walked up to a lady looking down at the clipboard in her hands. "Um, excuse me," (Y/n) said. 

The lady's head snatched up. "KYLE!" she yelled, her eyes now ablaze with fury, "YOU IDIOT! THAT GOES IN THE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STUDIO!" And like there was nothing but a breeze behind her, the lady stomped off to the poor soul that had to face her wrath.

The breeze took a step back and ran around the corner. 'Maybe I'll find someone else instead…!' (Y/n) stopped and spotted a man sitting on the steps that lead to the entrance of a small building. She swallowed whatever was left in her mouth and reluctantly approached him. 

"E-Excuse me, sir?" she stuttered, hoping her voice was louder than the last time. As she got closer, (Y/n) noticed he was chuckling, and his gaze was glued onto a small piece of paper. 

"I...I did it…!" he said. She yelped and shrinked back when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I FINALLY DID IT! WE'LL SEE WHO'S REGRETTING THE DIVORCE NOW, MARGARET!" And with a manic laugh, the man dashed into the building. 

'...Or maybe I'll just find it myself.'

It wasn't too long before (Y/n) got herself lost. Despite the help of maps that were stuck to some of the buildings, all of them seemed exactly the same. It was like a maze, and with each passing minute, she was more and more convinced that there was no finish line. Even worse, her mother was too busy to respond to anything she sent her. 

'Oh, what should I do?' (Y/n) thought for the thousandth time. No matter how hard she pinched or held them, her arms refused to stop trembling. Not too long ago, the outside of the studio became deserted and she'd hate to walk in a warehouse and possibly interrupt something important, so asking for help again was out of the question.

...Or, perhaps it wasn't. 

A tiny, hopeful smile crossed (Y/n)'s face when she heard the sounds of frustrated grunts around the corner. It was the first time she was so relieved to see a stranger. 

And thank god that stranger was a security guard. Though she wondered why he had a giant net in his hand, she shoved the curiosity as far in the back of her mind as she could and reached up to gently tap his shoulder. 

"Um, excuse me sir?" she asked as loud as she could. 

His head whipped around, revealing angry eyes and a scowl that said he was ready to kill. But right as his gaze landed on her, it changed within an instant. 

"Oh, hello!" he said with a bright smile. 

(Y/n) blinked, cocking her head. ‘What was this guy up to?’

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where (M/n) (L/n) is filming? I'm her daughter, (Y/n), and I'm trying to look for her. She's not answering her phone either."

His joyful expression slowly melted into a confused one. "Uuhhh…(M/n) (L/n)?”

“Yes. She’s a part of Animal Kingdom? Do you know where that’s being filmed?”

“Oh! I know there’s a zoo around here called Animal Kingdom! I don’t think you’ll find it in a film studio, though.”

(Y/n) frowned. “...No, I mean the show. Aren’t they filming in a warehouse today? Do you know where that is?”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

Her eye twitched, and she was just about ready to drown the entire studio in the nearest ocean. “N-Nevermind, I’ll just-”

As if the universe wasn’t satisfied with tormenting her enough, the security guard suddenly launched up into the air and flew into the sky. Right before her eyes, the heavens were coated with explosives of every color that ever existed. 

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) yelled. ‘Who strapped fireworks on that guy?!’

“Oh, I knew you’d love it!”

Her eyes were ripped from the loud fireworks show as she was immediately smothered in a hug. “It’s so nice that another girl’s here! All the other ones here are either too busy or just keep shouting about a restraining order for some reason. I dunno, but anyway, I just know you're gonna love it here! Anyway, my name’s Princess Angelina Louisa Cantessa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third! But since we're friends now, you can just call me Dot.”

This confirmed it. This was a trap set up by her mother to deliberately drive her insane, because how else can someone explain the nut jobs and talking dogs in pink dresses? 

A combination of those two things happened to be clutching her head and digging her face into hers. “...Huh?” (Y/n) mumbled.

‘Dot’ jumped off of her and smiled widely. “Sorry about Ralph by the way. I figured out you were coming at the last second and I really needed someone for your welcoming gift.” she said.

(Y/n) glanced up at the sky where the fireworks were slowly dying down. “Um...Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.  

“Of course he will!” her backpack said.

The teen screamed and threw her bag on the ground. A hand popped out and unzipped it with impossible ease, then a taller boy version of Dot jumped out, pulling up his long brown pants and flashing a grin. 

“H-...H-H-How did you…?!” (Y/n) stuttered, pointing at him. 

“What? Never heard of cartoon logic?” he said, approaching her. “And Ralph’ll be fine. His skull’s so thick, concrete’s the last thing that can kill him.”

“What-?”

“Anyhow,” he walked over to Dot and put an arm over her shoulder, “The name’s Yakko, this here’s my beloved baby sister Dot, and this is-” He stopped, staring at the empty space to his left. He leaned into Dot, whispering, “Say, uh, you don't mind looking for Wakko, do ya sis?”

Dot glanced at (Y/n) for an uncomfortable moment and suddenly shot her brother a glare. "I've got eyes all over this studio, Yakko," she warned, slowly stepping away.

Now (Y/n) certainly knew she didn't see pairs of eyes appear around every inch of her sight. 'Oh god, I didn't breath in drugs on the way here, did I? Actually, that would explain whatever the heck's going on.'

Yakko smiled as he watched his sister leave and turned to (Y/n). He walked closer to her, and she realized that his half-lidded eyes had a strange glint in them. “Sooo, your name’s (Y/n), right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up. ‘First I get lost, then see a guy get blown up, and now some other guy’s flirting with me? ...To be honest, this is still better than what Mom had planned for today.’

“So what brings ya’ here?” he asked.

“O-Oh, well, my Mom was supposed to give me a tour of the studio, but I’ve been giving that to myself all day. I tried finding her, but I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near it by now.” Her eyes wandered over to the ground, but a realization made them perk back up and over to Yakko. “Hey, do you happen to know this place by any chance?”

“Know it? Please, my sibs and I live here, we know this place by heart and soul!” He mumbled something else, along the lines of “Basically made our hearts and souls”. 

Her heart jumped; finally, a piece of good news. “Really?” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

He nodded. “So where do ya’ need to go?” Before she could answer, he pulled out a piece of folded paper and moved in so close, their shoulders were smooshed together. Yakko unfolded it, and it turned out to be the biggest map (Y/n) has ever seen. “Well, from here, you’re gonna need to take a right and continue straight until you get to the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts exhibit. But be careful, I heard some of them escaped, and if anyone asks if you’ve seen any of them, don’t tell them I gave one to Dot as a late birthday gift. Anyway, you take a left from there, then a right where you’ll see the lot where they used to shoot Game of Thrones. Now this is only a rumour I’ve heard, but I think some of the producers are still on that set. If you happen to see them, do not, I repeat, DO NOT mention season eight, or maybe just don’t mention the show at all. Actually, don’t even look at them. As a matter of fact, you probably shouldn’t even go there at all, just keep heading straight until you get to the D.C. Universe lot. Then you just take left there, then a sharp right over over, then you keep going straight until you get to here, turn up over there, turn right there, and then you’re there. Did ya’ follow all that?”

(Y/n) stared at his face, which was practically radiating with enthusiasm, and she felt her eye twitch again. “...No,” she said, shaking her head.

His smile dimmed, but it became just as bright as the sun again a split-second later. “Ah well, maps are gettin' old anyways,” he said, throwing the map over his shoulder. “WAKKO!!”

And, low and behold, another anthropomorphic dog popped out of nowhere, and (Y/n) was starting to question if there was an army of them hidden somewhere. But she had to admit, it was pretty cute how this one was dressed in an oversized blue sweater and red hat. 

“Tablet, please,” Yakko said politely, holding out his hand. 

‘You're not gonna walk me there-?'

Wakko suddenly held his head back with his cheeks puffed out, then leaned into Yakko’s hand as he forced out a small object from his mouth. After an incredibly uneasy moment, a tablet glazed in spit was in Yakko's grasp. While he praised the little guy, (Y/n) forced back the urge to vomit.

“E-Ehhhh…?” She couldn’t say anything else while her gaze frantically went back and forth from Wakko and the regurgitated tablet. 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Yakko said. “(Y/n), this is my dear little brother, Wakko. Wakko, this here’s our new special friend, (Y/n).” 

“Hello!” Wakko greeted, who was suddenly in her arms. “You’re really pretty!”

“Ehh? Thank you? I guess??” she said apprehensively, and finally managed to make eye contact. Despite his...quirks, he's actually a little adorable... She let herself grin a little.

The moment of semi-peace was ruined when she took notice of Yakko’s narrowed eyes. “ALrighty, (Y/n)!” he said loudly, grabbing his little brother by the collar and gently setting him on the ground. “Animal Kingdom, right? Let’s get ya’ right over there.” He moved right beside her and taped the screen a couple times. 

“Um, what’re you doing exactly?” she asked.

“Doing what every person does to get somewhere nowadays.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, and (Y/n) flinched from his touch. “Please keep your arms, legs, and personal items inside the tablet at all times.”

Just when she was about to question him for the hundredth time, he pressed the screen again, and her vision became nothing but white. Her body felt like it was launched into a tornado; a strong force of wind thrusted her back, and somehow, the boy’s arm kept her from flying off from his side. A second later, her feet were back on the ground, the sky was where it needed to be, and reality was back in place. 

Except for (Y/n)’s mentality. 

She stumbled around, trying to find her balance as the world unbearably whirled around her. Finally, she shook her head, and quickly turned back towards Yakko, whose face tried to tell her whatever happened was perfectly fine and normal. 

“What was THAT?” she yelled, staggering towards him and gripping his shoulders.

And he still had the audacity to have that 'why-are-you-freaking-out-so-much-we-do-this-every-Friday' smile. “Thank you for attending Warner’s Travel Tours! I would say my Agent Ralph’ll take your bags, but I left him alone with my sibs, so he’s probably in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”

(Y/n) could only stare at him. Her mind was twisting and turning, trying so hard to make any sense of what happened but only making her headache grow larger and larger. And then, her thoughts just went blank.

She smirked. Then giggled. And a few seconds later, she had burst out laughing whilst holding her stomach. (Y/n) looked back up at Yakko, wiping a tear from her eye. “Th-Thank you…” she said, catching her breath. 

His smile had grown and she thought his white cheeks were red for a moment. Yakko had opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a net suddenly covering his entire body. Ralph was behind him, his skin and clothes burnt and ears practically smoking. “You’re coming with me, Warner!” he said.

And yet, Yakko only grinned. Like physics was his enemy, he disappeared from inside the net and appeared sprouting from the security guard’s back, cheerfully waving at (Y/n). “I’ll see ya’ around, yeah?” he said, then ran around the corner with Ralph sprinting right after him.

(Y/n) giggled and reached for the straps around her back. But when she only felt the (f/c) fabric of her shirt, her smile dropped, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “Great…” she whispered.

“(Y/N)!” 

She gasped as a pair of arms squeezed the life out of her. Her mother spun her around to face her gleaming smile, which was immediately replaced by an apologetic frown. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your texts! That scene took forever, but I’m glad you found your way here! You’re so smart! Anyway, I know we don’t get as much time now, but there’s still so much we’ll be able to see!...”

She rambled on and on and on and on. Her daughter’s shoulders slumped and she followed her to where she wanted her to go, but the frown on her face didn’t last long when she remembered the fun she had just a few seconds ago. ‘Maybe this summer won’t be that bad.’