#spelling mistakes im gonna have to fix in the morning

[thesunbun]

What was a moment that made you realise you're obsessed with something?

One of my clearest memories was staying up late to chat with a friend over text while they were sick and while I needed to be somewhere early in the morning. At first, we were chatting about Animaniacs since the convo started with them sending my a Yakko's world meme, I was texting them the lyrics to some songs while they made the occasional comment about the lyrics and they started talking about a game they couldn't remember the name of and how they wanted to play it with someone. I was instantly like 'You're talking about Epic Mickey 2, right?' they were like, 'Lol idk my memory is trash' they started to talk about Oswald, so I informed them that Oswald is real and wasn't just made for the game and they were like ':O !'. I then started gushing about the lucky rabbit for an hour and legit started heavily breathing and fangirling with pure joy and excitement whilst trying to remind myself that it was currently 1 am.

[mcverse]

ꨄ︎ Paring: Neteyam x Avatar! F! Reader

ꨄ︎ Requested: Yes/No

ꨄ︎ Type: Part 3 out of 5 (Previous/Next)

ꨄ︎ Word count: I lost count lmaoo

ꨄ︎ Warnings: Slight angst, Emotional reader-ish?—that’s it, not spell checked

ꨄ︎ Side Bar: been a minute ✌️ lo siento im looking back at the old post & noticed I f-ed up the location—e.g. hometree and highcamp. I’m aware it’s not the same but I also forget what I previously write. I’m not gonna fix it. Just roll with it!

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+

The arrival of Jake, the revered Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya clan, to formally take responsibility and apologize not only for his son, but also for his mate creates an atmosphere thick with tension and unease.

It was a situation you wished could be erased from memory, an awkward and unwanted encounter that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Contrary to his promise of visiting later, Jake appears the next morning, having fulfilled his a similar obligations with Spider at the break of dawn. Spider stood at a distance, a silent pillar of support, offering moral encouragement from afar.

The whole ordeal was deeply embarrassing, leaving you figuratively and quite literally exposed. Jake stood before you, his presence commanding attention, and it was a struggle to meet his gaze.

The weight of shame bore down upon you, a heavy burden knowing that your actions had caused trouble within his family.

His words hung in the air, filled with a blend of understanding and disappointment. Jake's intentions extended beyond a mere apology; he seeks resolution and a path forward amidst the tangled emotions that hang in the air.

The weight of his words sank deep within you, stirring a wish for the power to rewind time and erase the strain you had caused, disrupting the harmony of this sacred place.

You remain silent, lost in your thoughts, prompting Jake's concern to deepen. His voice carries a hint of worry as he shares the repercussions of your actions.

"Neteyam won't continue your training after yesterday's incident," he reveals, his brows furrowing with a tinge of disappointment.

Your gaze drifts absentmindedly behind him, and he glances over his shoulder, visibly relieved to find only Spider standing there, a silent pillar of support from a distance.

In an attempt to bridge the gap and offer solace, Jake reaches up and places his hand on top of your head, gently aligning your eyes with his.

His next words carry both reassurance and understanding, "I will take over your training," he states. The weight of his words sinks in, accompanied by a mix of apprehension and hope.

A frown etches itself upon your face, and you bow your head, tears welling up in your eyes. Your voice trembles as you whisper, your words laden with self-blame, "I'm sorry... I messed up." The weight of your mistake presses down on you, filling you with a profound sense of regret.

Jake shakes his head, his expression unwavering yet brimming with empathy. "Hey, hey!" he interjects, his voice soothing. In an instant, he envelops you in a warm embrace, an embrace that feels remarkably paternal.

Tears stream down your cheeks as his hand rubs gentle circles on your back, offering comfort and reassurance. "Don't say that," he murmurs softly. "It's not your fault."

Nestled against his chest, you find comfort in his words, but the weight of guilt remains. Amidst the ebb and flow of tears, you speak amidst a mix of emotions, "But it is. I shouldn't have gone. Kiri wouldn't be hurt, and everyone wouldn't be so angry."

The embrace tightens, further offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. Jake's voice carries a gentle tone as he emphasizes the importance of everyone's well-being.

"What's important is that neither of you are seriously injured," he asserts, his arms loosening their hold as he gently steps back.

With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, delicately wiping away the tears staining your cheeks, "No blame to anyone, okay?" he adds, his eyes filled with understanding, "I know it's tough, but you're a tough girl, and we are so proud of you."

A small hiccup escapes you as you try to compose yourself. "We?" you inquire, your voice laced with curiosity and vulnerability.

Jake chuckles warmly, his hand releasing your face and playfully tousling your hair. Despite the urge to swat his hand away, you let it be, savoring the lighthearted moment.

"Everyone," he replies, a fondness evident in his voice. "Me, Max, Norm, Kiri, Spider, Lo'ak..." He pauses, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint before continuing, "Speaking of Lo'ak, he's grounded."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Because of the accident? Please don't be too hard on him," you plead, concern for Lo'ak's well-being evident in your voice.

Jake shakes his head, his gaze steady and reassuring. "That, among other things," he reveals, his tone filled with a mixture of firmness and understanding.

"Don't worry yourself about it. Get ready. I'm taking you back out there this afternoon." With those words, he begins to walk away, his figure growing smaller in the distance.

…

In the late afternoon, Jake reappears to fetch you, guiding you into the depths of the forest, venturing beyond the usual paths Neteyam would take.

If you were to claim that you haven't thought about Neteyam since your last exchange, you'd be dishonest. His words have been looping in your mind endlessly, leaving you utterly confused by the cruelty of his remarks.

You always held the belief that Neteyam was meant to be kinder, and you know deep down it's true. You had witnessed his acts of kindness firsthand on certain occasions, though they were never directed towards you. It's possible they may never be.

Jake comes to an abrupt halt, nearly causing you to collide into his back. You manage to catch yourself just in time, swiftly collecting your composure, not wanting to appear unprepared in front of your future leader.

"Before you can hunt, you need to learn how to find prey," Jake declares, locking eyes with you. He motions for you to crouch down, directing your attention to a distinct imprint in the muddy ground.

It's a clear and well-defined Hexapede print, unmistakable in its form. "Remember this," he emphasizes, "yerik will be your first target on the hunt."

You lower yourself closer to the ground, studying the yerik print as instructed by Jake. The imprinted shape stands out, each indentation marking the presence of the elusive creature you are about to pursue.

Its importance sinks deep into your mind as you commit the image to memory, determined to make this initial lesson worth it.

Rising from your crouched position, you maintain a low stance as Jake leads the way, offering further guidance on how to locate and track your prey.

Your concentration remains unwavering as you mimic his every movement, determined not to let your mind wander or be swayed by distractions.

Being fully present in the moment is crucial, allowing you to absorb the teachings imparted and sharpen your skills as you strive to become a skilled hunter.

After a while of trailing Jake through the forest, you both reach a clearing similar of the one where you encountered the Titanothere, albeit smaller and more densely covered in foliage. However, this time, there is no massive creature in sight.

Instead, concealed amidst the greenery, you catch a fleeting glimpse of yerik young—smaller and not yet mature enough to be considered adults.

It's an easy detail to miss if you blink, but you manage to spot them. The discovery fills you with excitement at this being the second animal you’ve come to witness since being reborn.

"They're beautiful," you comment, swiftly and stealthily moving to gain better access for observing the yerik young meeting up with their parent. The sight fills you with warmth but also sadness.

You don't consider yourself as very insightful when it comes to your own feelings, but if you had to guess, it would be because you lack what those animals have.

Despite undergoing changes on the outside, everything else remains unchanged within you and around you.

Gazing away from the prey, your eyes shift towards Jake. While not a parental figure, you held him in close regard lately, yet that sentiment fell short.

His family, undoubtedly, held the greatest significance to him. The question lingered: Why did he invest his time in you? It was a thought you wrestled with, more than you'd care to admit.

"What’s on your mind, kid?" Jake inquire, fixing his gaze upon you, revealing that your concentration had wavered during your training session.

Swiftly, your eyes divert to the ground, pressing your ears flat against your head from anxiety. The last thing you wanted was to become the one who disappointed the Leader of the Omaticaya, yet it seemed all too effortless, “I’m sorry.” you mumble.

Jake's nostrils flare in a sigh, a momentary glance away as he searches for the appropriate words to navigate this circumstance.

Despite his own responsibilities as a father of four children and the weight of an entire village on his shoulders, he recognizes that you mirrored him in some ways, sharing similarities despite the minor differences.

Even though he knew it didn’t quite make sense, he still felt responsible for you. Maybe a little part of him pushed him to care, even if he wasn’t sure why. But what he did know was that you needed support now more than ever.

He had seen you struggling, dealing with tough challenges. Your determination reminded him of his own past. It was like things had come full circle, giving him a chance to help someone who understood his earlier struggles.

Jake took a deep breath and came closer, looking at you with understanding, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he reassures you in a calm tone, “You can finally live the way you’ve always felt. Sure, I might have disagreed with your risky adventure, but in the end, you’ve learned an important lesson.”

Your lips forms a thin line as you look up at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. His hand moved towards your head, but you intercepted it before he could mess up your hair again.

“Try not to listen to Lo’ak,” he advises firmly, standing up and retracing the path you had taken. You watch him for a moment, taken aback by this unfamiliar characteristic of Jake that you hadn’t seen before.

Eventually, a smile tugs at your lips, and you follow him back to camp, amused by the newfound side of him.

Over the past few weeks, this had become your routine. Jake would guide you along the same route, until you were as familiar with the hexapede's usual spot as the back of your hand.

Despite the initial difficulty of waking up earlier in the morning rather than at noon, your newfound purpose made it worthwhile – you were now driven by something worth fighting for.

The time has come for you to showcase what you have learned, and your nerves feel like they're on fire. Your heart hasn't beaten this fast before, not even when you took your first breath as a baby.

You are aware that a lot hangs over you as Jake blesses your departure for the hunt—even things that cannot be spoken into words.

Your jaws clench as you glance at the gathering crowd. Though not everyone likes you, they show up out of respect for tradition and their chief.

Your body tenses up as your eyes lock with the Sullys, each of their expressions differing from the next.

Neytiri holds her nose up, her eyes steely as she watches you with disapproval. Neteyam doesn't look upset like he did when he scolded you so harshly; his face is neutral—unreadable, and you're not sure if you like this better than when he was expressive.

Lo'ak looks stiff, his eyes focused on you. If you didn't know him, you'd think there was nothing wrong, but the flicking of his tail tells you he's anxious. You send him a subtle smile, earning a curt nod.

Your eyes finally land on Kiri. Unlike Lo'ak, you know she's nervous. Based on the frown on her face, the furrow of her brows, and the way she's twisting her tail in her hands, perhaps she's even more nervous than you are.

Kiri shoots you a faint smile, and you return it with a warmer one, hoping it provides the comfort she's seeking. Jake lets you know it's time to go, expressing his wish that you'll make it back by nightfall.

Resisting the urge to glance back, you wonder why the moment feels oddly sentimental. You can't claim to enjoy it, yet you don't despise it either. Despite their potential lack of strong feelings towards you, you feel acknowledged and seen.

Once this is over, they'll have no other choice but to recognize the unwavering efforts you've invested in building connections. It will dawn on them that they must learn to live harmoniously with you.

No matter how frequently they emphasize your demon-like qualities, regardless of your altered appearance, they'll eventually have to come to terms with coexisting alongside what they consider an abomination.

It all becomes muscle memory as you navigate the forest to your advantage. Tracking the prints of your prey feels much simpler now that you have a clear understanding of what to look for.

Making your way through the foliage and over uneven ground takes less time than you recall. Even the weight of your bow on your back and the pressure of your hunting knife tucked into your waist band felt comfortable—like you were in your element, in your home.

At the beginning of the hunt, your heart raced, but now, seamlessly blending into your surroundings, your eyes effortlessly spot your prey. A calm washes over you, reminiscent of the sea before a storm.

The impending tempest is mirrored in the skilled grip of the bow, its aim steady as you target the adult yerik that has strayed from its herd. The creature halts, almost as if aware that a battle for survival is about to unfold.

The motion is almost effortless as the bowstring propels forward, propelling the arrow through the air, slicing through the trees, and striking its target with precision. The creature collapses instantaneously, succumbing to a single, well-placed shot.

Was it wrong to be exhilarated that your first kill went perfectly? Especially knowing that the yerik are challenging to take down due to their speed and are just as deadly as any other creatures on this planet?

Yes, it was wrong. You took a life that has now returned to Eywa. But it was a merciful act—you made certain of its passing by tracking it down and confirming its end.

Placing your hand over its chest, above its heart, you begin your prayer: “I See You, Brother, and thank you. Your spirit departs with Eywa, while your body remains to join the People.”

You place your bow back on your back, gripping the arrow and ripping it out, pausing as you caress it, before unshielding your hunting knife.

You secure your bow onto your back before firmly grasping the arrow and extracting it. You pause, briefly caressing the yerik, and then proceed to take the vine wrapped around you off, to tie the yerik ready for transporting.

Once the vine is secure, the trip back to hometree becomes more time-consuming, possibly due to the added weight you're dragging along. As day transitions into night, you alter your strategy.

You untie the yerik and muster the strength to hoist it onto your shoulders. Swiftly, you wrap vines around it, determined not to let it slip, no matter the strain it has on your shoulders.

The sight of highcamp threshold spurs you to increase your pace, your heart quickening with anticipation for everyone’s reaction. Will it be a positive one? Or perhaps the opposite? Did you fail, or does it even truly matter in the end?

Walking past the threshold, you weren't exactly taken aback by the noticeably smaller crowd. You understand their reasoning, more then they probably can. However, the sight of those who remained brought you enough happiness to validate your decision in the first place.

Relief washes over Lo’ak’s, Kiri's and Spider faces as they spot you, hurrying over to join you and assist with the carcass. Tuk follows closely behind, evidently delighted to be present for this moment. Jake stands back, wearing a proud smile alongside Max and Norm.

However, what catches you off guard is Neytiri's presence. She gazes at you before turning her attention to the prey you've brought. Her lips pucker slightly, and she raises her head in a subtle nod, so understated that you almost overlook it.

That…that was a start.

"You did well," Kiri whispers, a smile lighting up her face as she crouches beside you. "I had faith in you."

Her steadfast faith in you fills you with warmth. In moments like these, you realize that you may not need the full acceptance of an entire village or species; the trust she bestows upon you could be sufficient.

Nonetheless, you were still considered a demon, and historically, demons were often characterized as being driven by greed.

Did you not deserve to feel a touch of greed after all the solemn years you’ve endured? Those who haven’t lived a single moment in your shoes have no right to expect you to be content so easily.

Yes, you are grateful for what’s been given, but you’re not satisfied. You’ll never be satisfied—not until they truly see you.

"Was it hard?" Spider questions, his gaze fixed on the unusually large prey you've brought back. He's curious about the level of difficulty it presented, given your infrequent solo hunting expeditions.

You shake your head, and with a slight roll of your shoulders to relieve the tension, you admit, "The only challenge was lugging it back. My approach wasn't the wisest, I confess."

"Are you hurt?" Lo'ak finally speaks up after a while, standing behind you and staring down at the side of your face with knitted brows. He struggles to keep his eyes from scanning you to find the source of the injury but manages to resist the temptation.

“Not in the way you may be thinking.”

"I think you should still visit grandma," Tuk murmurs, gazing up at you with wide, innocent eyes. Concern lingers on her face before transforming into a smile, "I'll come along!" she exclaims joyfully, taking hold of your hand and guiding you in the direction of Mo’at’s hut.

"Hey, hang on a moment, Tuk!" Kiri calls out, but she resigns herself to Tuk's eager pull, adding, "Just be cautious on your way!"

If you were still human, Tuk would have worn you out straight to death with the way she dragged you through the village, proudly showcasing you in her unique manner. However, you were no longer human.

You can easily keep pace, dare you say even more adeptly than a native Na'vi like herself, and yet you let her do as she pleases. Even if it was somewhat embarrassing to have all the eyes in the village on you, drawn to Tuk's infectious laughter and vibrant personality.

“Oh, Nete!!”

You want to say it's Tuk's voice that brings you back to the present, that it helps you escape the thoughts that consume you even when you least expect it, but it's not.

You're ashamed to admit it's his very name that centers you.

You mentally pray that he won't notice you, hoping you can become as small as Tuk is when she stops him from whatever he was on his way to do.

Your body instinctively contracts slightly when that prayer fails, and your voice deserts you as his eyes automatically meet yours.

It feels too soon, seeing him like this. The wound is still raw, with no time to properly heal. You quickly avert your eyes, your lips pressed tightly together as you make an effort to send your mind far away once again.

What could be going through Tuk's mind? Has she forgotten what occurred? Is this what they refer to as the innocence and ignorance of a child?

"Nete! You should've seen it! (Nickname) brought back a big kill," Tuk exclaims, clearly placing you on a pedestal. Perhaps, her expectations are set a bit too high.

And telling him wouldn't provoke any reaction; it's clear that he doesn't care about you, despite the lingering feelings you regretfully still hold for him.

Neteyam, who briefly shifted his focus to his sister when you averted your gaze from him, is now returning his attention to you.

You couldn't see it, as it was still too nerve-wracking, but you could feel it. The same steely gaze you experienced during all those hours of training with him—it's no different now. They show no emotion when they look at you.

Yet, the stare doesn't linger on your face.

It travels downward—to your neck, shoulders, arms, legs, and any exposed skin. It's swift, merely skimming over your body, evaluating you—perhaps even doubting your ability to accomplish what Tuk claimed you did.

It was undeniably swift, and yet it left you feeling vulnerable. It was a new development, something you hadn't noticed him do before—at least, not so directly or unabashedly in your presence. You were uncertain about your feelings toward it—no, that's not entirely true.

You did appreciate it; after all, his attention was on you. But it was for an uncertain reason, so you couldn't fully indulge in the satisfaction it brought.

‘Ugh. What am I saying? Stop, Stop—Stop it!’

"Where are you heading, Tuk?" Neteyam inquires after a significant pause, shifting his attention away from you to focus on his sister.

With his gaze no longer fixated on you, you sneak a glance at them through your peripheral vision, only to catch him flashing an innocent smile at her.

How can this be the same person who belittled you in front of his family?

“To visit Grandma. (Nickname) is hurt,” Tuk replies promptly, without hesitation.

Tuk's words hang in the air, and Neteyam falls into a heavy silence. His smile fades, replaced by a sharpness in his eyes as his eyes widen slightly.

For the third time in mere minutes, his gaze lands squarely on you. His brows furrow deeply, and his eyes race over your form with an intensity that borders on concern.

Is it possible? Could that be genuine worry in his eyes? You can't be certain; you've never seen him show any concern directed your way before.

“What—I don—“

Tuk abruptly cuts him off, saying, "We've got to go. Bye, Nete!" She firmly grips your hand and starts pulling you away. As you pass Neteyam, it's as if time stretches, your gaze locked with his—him making the deliberate effort to turn his head and follow your departure.

You're the first to break eye contact, averting your gaze and taking a deep breath as if you had forgotten to breathe. You're relieved when Tuk cuts the interaction short; you doubt your ability to decipher all the unusual actions that Neteyam was displaying.

And you shouldn't want to. He's hurt you deeply, and it's not justified, no matter how much he believes he's in the right. You should not, definitely not, feel anything for him.

You force your attention back into focus, your eyes fixed on Mo'at's hut just a few feet away. The nerves are creeping back up again, but it's different from how they are when it comes to him.

No, it's a distinct feeling. It has always been different with Mo'at, much like the way you feel unlimited joy with Kiri as opposed to a handful with Spider.

Mo'at is somewhat supportive. She sees potential in you, and she holds you to high standards; otherwise, she wouldn't even bother with you. So, yes, it's natural to feel nervous about seeing her after your first solo hunt.

What will she say?

How will she react?

Will she share in your pride as you take a step closer to a dream you've longed for on countless nights?

Her opinion matters to you, perhaps even more than anyone else’s. She could have easily abandoned you to live a lonely and sorrowful life, but instead, she chose to collaborate with the humans, the very same species that took her mate’s life, all to aid you. In a way, you owe her your life as she helped you transfer over.

In a strange, twisted way, you view her as a motherly figure. And like any child, it's second nature to want to please someone you look up to. In that respect, you were no different.

The scent of herbs and spices greets your nose as Tuk leads you into Mo'at's hut. She releases your hand and skips over to her grandmother, who is seated on the floor in the center, tending to various medicinal remedies.

"Grandma! Guess who's returned?" Tuk exclaims in a whispered shout, settling down beside her grandmother and grinning broadly.

Mo'at pauses, pretending to contemplate before turning to Tuk with an expectant look. "You, my child?" Mo'at playfully questions.

Tuk giggles at her grandmother's reply, shaking her head, and then she turns to point at you. "No, not me," she clarifies, "It's (Nickname) who's back, and she's brought back a large catch."

Mo'at's nose tilts slightly upward as she follows Tuk's arm, her gaze settling on you. You stand there tensely as her heated eyes seem to fixate on you.

The way her eyes scan over you reminds you of Neytiri, but unlike Neytiri, Mo'at's eyes don't hold any malicious emotion when it comes to you. Instead, she just has a intense gaze.

"Are you injured?" Mo'at questions, her eyes fixed on your shoulders, brows furrowing as she interprets your body language before you even have a chance to explain your presence.

You nod, finding no reason to be untruthful, especially now that she has observed it herself, "Just a little sore. Nothing too painful," you confirm honestly. It's nothing more than a strained muscle, and you believe a warm bath could help relieve it.

Mo'at hums and rises from her seated position, "Still, sit down. I'll tend to you," she instructs before walking over to a shelf. With her back turned to you, she speaks to Tuk, "Why don't you go, my child? I have something important to discuss with (Name)."

She didn't need to turn around to sense that Tuk's smile had faded, replaced by a pout. "But—" Tuk begins, but then sighs, realizing deep down that reasoning wouldn't work, "Oh, alright." She stands up and moves over to you, giving you a tight hug before darting out of the hut.

You glance from the hut's entrance back to Mo’at, who is still gathering materials. Then, you make your way deeper inside, taking a seat at the same table she occupied earlier.

You wait patiently for her return, although the restless movement of your clammy hands and your darting eyes might suggest otherwise.

Finally, she returns to your side, walking past you to crouch behind you. "Remove your top," Mo’at instructs firmly, prompting you to scramble to comply. She adds, observing your struggle, "It would be simpler if you were dressed in Na'vi."

Not this again.

"If I complete my rite of passage, I will consider it," you respond, growing exasperated as she raises this topic once again.

You flinch at the sensation of something cold touching your skin but gradually relax as it warms, "When you complete it. Yes, remind me," Mo’at sighs. "How is your progress?"

A smile spreads across your face as you reflect on your achievement earlier in the day, "Well, I believe I have completed my hunting just moments ago," you proudly announce.

"And?" Mo’at prompts you to continue as she applies more ointment.

"As Tuk has mentioned, I brought back a worthy catch."

Mo’at sets the ointment down and begins to wrap your shoulders with foliage. "Good," she chimes, "Your journey is beginning, and the timing is right."

You turn your head to look at her, confusion evident in your eyes as you ponder her words. "What do you mean?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

Mo’at taps the foliage, testing its stability, and then gazes into your eyes with utmost seriousness. "I have a task for you," she states, "A task meant for you alone."

Her words and the intensity of her gaze make it clear that whatever she is asking is of great importance. But you can't help but wonder why she's choosing you for this.

"What kind of task?" you inquire, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Mo’at steps away from you, picking up the ointment and walking back to the shelf to store it. "Once you complete your passage and become one of our people," she begins, "you will represent us when you journey to the eastern village."

A slight pang in your chest makes you wonder if she's also eager to be rid of you, but it doesn't make much sense why she'd wait until after your rites.

"Why would I go there?" you nervously ask, torn between wanting to know the answer and fearing it.

Mo’at looks back at you, her lips pursed as if processing your question as if it's foreign to her, “There is a need for a healer," she replies matter-of-factly.

Excuse you, what?

"I'm not a healer!" you hastily respond, pulling your shirt over your head and rising to your full height, "How could I even be of assistance?"

Mo’at clicks her tongue in disapproval, "You will help, mend what the sky people have done," she asserts, her voice taking on a heavy, cutting tone that contrasts with her eyes, which hold sadness and softness.

Your bottom lip quivers, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to overpower you—anger, sadness, hurt, all of them negative. Once again, you find yourself being compared to the sky people, just as you feared.

What did you expect, really?

What were your true expectations?

You couldn't find a reason for having to do this, and you doubt Mo’at would explain it even if you asked. You can only hope that you'll understand it by the end of your rites, so you can stop feeling this way because of the person you hold in such high regard.

The only response you can muster is a firm nod, and then you pivot on your heel, rushing out of the hut before she can witness the tears that are on the verge of spilling from your eyes.

This wasn't like you. You had never been this soft, not even when you struggled to survive before now. It wasn't until... until that incident with Sully hut that you started to wear your heart on your sleeve, rather than keeping it guarded.

It was since then that you had felt more vulnerable than ever before.

Blinded by your emotions, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings, and it was too late when you collided with a sturdy wall—no, a sturdy person.

You wipe your eyes as you take a step back, staring up at the individual you bumped into, feeling disappointed and even more upset when you realize it's the last person you would want to see right now.

Why is he here standing outside the healing hut?

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[ricky-fitness-ukagaka]

Ricky Fitness Ukagaka/ Ghost!!

Hello anyone possibly seeing this!! This blog is going to serve as a documentation of making a ghost of Ricky Fitness, the drummer for the band The Aquabats! I don't really expect this to gain any traction as it's just going to be a place for me to keep all my info together but if you're interested by where this goes by all means please follow along!!

I had the idea for this ghost while I was at work today lol and it's been all I can think about so I really hope I follow through on this

Why Ricky? Years and years ago my stepdad got me into the Aquabats, specifically the Super Show and I was obsessed with it. Immediately Ricky was my favorite, I dressed up as him for halloween one year and actually had an aquabats themed birthday. Then in 2019 I got see them live when they went on tour. After that I sortaaaa forgot about them for a while until I saw them on their most recent Finally tour!! I saw them a few days ago and waow it brought back the obsession FAST!! I actually got to high five Ricky after the show and yea shit was back full force lol. Been binging the super show lately and just finished s2 and I'll move onto the radventure series soon.

I know I could (and probably should) make this about a more and wildly known character but anyone could do that, pretty sure most people aren't making Ricky ghosts so here I am

Timeline- I really have no idea how long this is gonna take as I have never done this lol. I'm still in school and have work so my free time is limited but at the least I would like this to be done before next summer starts. This may be a good or awful estimate of time but again I have no clue so...!

To make this I am using the ghost walkthrough by Zarla the creator of the Undertale AU, Handplates (my fav au🫶). I will link that guide at the bottom.

I haven't officially even started this besides downloading the template but I'm hoping to really start it tomorrow

This specific post will be updated every time I make progress on this . I have little coding experience besides customizing html code on toyhouse so I really don't know how long this is gonna take.

uhhh I think this is it for now so uh If you see this follow my main @sailinginstars 🗣️🗣️ tbh im not too active but ill try to be for this. anyways the guide is this

gn chat i gotta lock in if theres any spelling mistakes ill fix in the morning lol🤞 (07-24-2024)

[emily-mooon]

It’s that time again: Late night Nordegrim headcanons!

- they watch iconic Canadian historical crime show Murdoch Mysteries together. I’ve said it before and I shall say it again, Neil likes detective mystery shows like Poirot. They both have fun trying to figure out who did it. Stacey also likes it for the character relationship drama cause let me tell you that show has a crap ton of it and it can get very interesting (depends on the season though tbh).

-to add to the prev headcanon, Wallace also watches it and sometime after season 6, he made a drinking game for it. All three of them got wasted first time they played it cause it was a James Pendrick episode (those episodes along with Terrence Meyers episodes have a formula to them with little reoccurring details)

- even though I’ve stated that Neil’s the little spoon, there are times where he is the big spoon and that’s when Stacey has a bad day. She just wants her boyfriend/husband to wrap his arms around her on those days

-In the future when Stacey is an English teacher, she’ll sometimes wear one of Neil’s T-shirts to work under a flannel or something. Usually it’s when he’s out on a set that’s out of province and sometimes outside of Canada but she’ll also do it when he’s home

- Mr. and Mrs. Pilgrim love Neil. They love their daughter’s dorky boyfriend. They play Clue together on Friday nights

- Stacey is the one who uses pet names the most. Neil is far too awkward to call her any. He can make out with her in a the Tim Hortons, but his ass will freeze in any attempt to call her ‘honey’ out in public (he has called her ‘bunny’ once and both of them were flustered)

-DOUBLE👏DATES 👏WITH 👏MOBILLACE!!! I will not elaborate further as to why, you can guess what the dates are like

- When Stacey saw Neil smile for the first time (I don’t think he smiles very often), it was all over at that point. She fell even harder for him based on his awkward but cute smile (and also laugh ngl)

- They did ONE jam session with Shatterband. You can try to pry bassist Neil from my hands but ultimately you’d fail cause I, a bassist, have a firm grip on it.He plays bass with them sometimes cause he thinks it would make it better. Stacey I think is a pretty good singer, so she did the singing (makes sense since she is played by Anna Kendrick who is an amazing singer. But imo Stacey is a little bit below the former)

- Bringing back the ‘they elope on a rock on a beach on the east coast’ headcanon back. They would do it. At first Stacey just proposed to Neil and they both agreed to wait a little bit, but they’re dorks and on a whim eloped cause a ceremony sounded intimidating and also expensive. Their witnesses was Neil’s uncle and aunt as they live there (Neil has family on the east coast in my heart)

Im gonna stop now cause I’m tired. Im sorry if some of them sound incoherent. As I said I’m tired and if there are any spelling mistakes or what not, I’ll fix them in the morning.

So goodnight and hoped you liked them! :]

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

I STILL DON’T HAVE MY BOOKS AND SCHOOL STARTS TUESDAY ABD THE FUCKING SHEDULE IS BEING A BITCH AND THEY LITERALLY SEND ME AN EMAIL THIS MORNING THAT THEY HANDED OVER M BOOKS TO THE MAIL COMPANY!! I!! WANT!! TO!! DIE!!

ALO I CUT OPN M THUMB AND ANY SPELLING MISTAKES ARE BC OF A PLSGER AND IM OFFICIALLY GONNA QUIT GOIN BAK O FIX IT.

(Why o I always almost faint when I cut ino my fingers but whn I get scratched etc literally anywhere else i’m okay?)

[passionfruitmango]

Gonna do a vent post, thank you if you choose to read, I respect if you choose to keep scrolling! 💖

Oh my god today is so hard. Even finding the words to describe is embarrassingly hard.

Kinda broke down to my boss this morning. I don't know if I had a full mental break but I got really close. I want to say she heard me but I also have this feeling that until I'm screaming and crying my mental health isn't taken seriously.

I'm tired of consistently starting my week having to finish someone else's job before I can even start mine, so many of the previous shifts assigned job duties have become mine (because obviously your fryer won't heat up if the vents aren't fuckimg turned on, among countless other things) and I have been telling my boss for going on a year now where this coworker needs to be talked to about improvement. This person is the type to improve in one area and drastically reduce in another. Why do they still have a job genuinely? Because my boss is more worried about finding someone to replace them than writing them up for their mistakes. Boss is "scared they'll quit" LIKE FUCKING GOOD. PLEASE. LET THEM GO.

Any time the morning shift coworker does something theyre "supposed to" it's like they find a way to do it wrong enough that it makes more work for me. What has me fucked up is this coworker ASKED ME TO TEACH THEM WHAT I WANT LEFT FOR ME WHEN I COME IN, I TAUGHT THIS COWORKER, AND THEY BLATANTLY DISREGARDED MY TEACHING UPON DOING IT THEMSELF. so why waste my fucking time? Disrespectful as fuck.

I genuinely have gotten past the point of rage to full blown dissociating. It's either that or I'm crying as I'm trying to do my job.

Could I tolerate this all if I at least got some kind of positive reinforcement from someone with a title or even a teammate? Possibly.

Am I aware I deserve better than this job has me feeling? Gods yes but we all know when you live in a small town and have been working somewhere for eons, it's not exactly easy to find another job at the same base pay youre currently at.

Idk. Boss told me they'll take it upon themself to make sure everything is done but that's not the point. That's a band aid fix and I told them that (im also almost certain we had the same discussion 6 months ago and here I am again) If I come in tomorrow and have to deal with the same shit I've been dealing with for the last year? I'm just going home. I have hundreds of hours of sick time, im going to start using them when I'm sick of the shit I'm dealing with. Ffs im not getting a prize or even a happy team of coworkers by burning myself like this. "If I don't do it-who will" headass stupid fucking expression I used to gaslight myself into thinking this is okay

ITS FUCKING NOT OKAY. I'm stressed in my personal life and need change and the fact I've had to spell that shit out to my boss countless times??? Fuck outta here I could take a month off with solid sick time and still have enough left to do it for another month. Suck my ass im done being your bitch, figure out how to fix your store or figure out how to replace an employee that ACTUALLY does their job along with the one that doesnt!!!

I feel great having let that all out via text but im still struggling so fucking much. I just want to go home and sleep. And that's bad. I know I have things to do but I can't muster the energy because I'm using it all to fake normal through my work day. This isn't living. And I want to escape. All my old vices are begging me to come home. How do you tell your loved ones you're struggling when it's like they don't hear the words as they leave your mouth?

Genuinely. I feel like my mental health won't be taken seriously until I break. Why do I have to break first?

Buy a multivitamin, use the therapy light, keep on keeping on because everyone's fight is just as bad as mine. I'm just stuck in the dumps about it.

Do I need a friend? Or will they turn me into their shoulder to cry on when I ask if they'll be mine?

Editing to add other things on my mind that I'm only irritated about when I'm already feeling low:

Its been probably a month now since I paid someone for something I still haven't recieved? Like I understand life gets in the way and external circumstances, but telling me twice that I'll be getting tracking the next day and both times I've not gotten tracking? Atp just ask if I want my money back, honestly willing to cut my losses because the person I paid has gifted me shit for the same amount I'm currently out, I'm just feeling awkward and having trauma triggered because I've already asked what's up twice. And I'm pretty sure my reply from last time is still unopened and unread. :/

On the same topic, different person I paid, commissioned some art and it's also been multiple months with no updates. I reached out to their business page thinking it was something on my end I forgot to get to, yeah they have also not checked their business page. Again, I respect life happens. But a little communication would be DIVINE. Another situation where I will most likely be cutting my losses because I have learned not to spend/give more money than you're willing to lose. But im still irritated about it.

[kylosgenesis]

Teardrops on Fire

Synopsis:

Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.

Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.

What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.

Warnings: Mentions of death , A/B/O dynamics

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/gennyzoe/playlist/7xFIhRFa8o2Ae4QJpD1Hp9?si=gWsZ__YOQdKCS81X21jZqw

Chapter 4: I found

Hours had gone by! Bucky was caught of guard with the smell of fire. Faint...but distinct enough he knew it wasn’t his imagination. The chilled air dragged a whiff of the combined scents of fog, smoke, and very faintly in the background... HER!

She was close! He could feel it! This wasn’t new territory to him, but he wondered how she’d ended up hours from her home. He followed the wind, blowing ashes by his face. Leaving a trail, that called to him as if nature was guiding him to her. All the odds were against her tonight, but the forest smelled safe! It was like it protect her from the evil of the elements.

After a couple of minutes on the trail, it hit him! The smell blew the air out of his lungs, he approached the small faded fire with caution. Not wanting to scare her off. As he got closer he noticed her small frame. She was attempting to stand up, but doing so knocked her directly into the fading red embers of where a fire used to be.

The world disappeared for him at that moment! It was her! Just him and her!

And she smelled delicious! Everything is his being screaming to make her his in this very spot, and vanish with her. Nobody to find them! As long as she was there, there was nothing he’d want in this life or another! She was the trophy and the torture, that cursed through him. To love, but never poses. How could he even be thinking of love right now? He hadn’t even looked into her eyes yet.

What if she hated him?

What if she didn’t recognize him?

How was he gonna explain what’s going on to her? She has to know what her body wants right now, what it’s craving for her to do! And how much he wishes to not crave her in the same way.

He bolted to her with all his might, and caught her calling frame. As her eyes slowly faded into unconsciousness, peace resonated in her eyes. He’d dreamed of those eyes for years! And as her body went limp on his arms all he could do was hold her close and pray for the strength to keep her alive and safe... from himself!

She opened her eyes as they adjusted to the moonlight above her. Her body was covered in a warm flannel, she didn’t recognize the source of it.She remembered the eyes she saw before losing consciousness.

Had it all been a dream?

She felt like her limbs were on fire! They responded to every bit of stimulation the flannel was rubbing upon her body. She realized it wasn’t the flannel that was causing her body to jolt up at the feeling of touch; It was that it smelled like an alpha. Her body was trying to absorb as much of him as it could! She was unconsciously reacting to him and granting him access to her.

Hearing a branch break from behind the forest bush, she sprung up as quickly as her body allowed her to react and grabbed a beach from her side.

“Who’s there?” She was in full alarm, she also noticed the fire she had started had been reignited, and was fully blazing and strong!

“What do you want from me? And for the love of... “

She noticed that the reason she had the flannel on was for her own modesty, because underneath the flannel she was as naked as she was brought into the world.

“ Why am I naked? ”

Bucky noticed her panic as he approached the camp again. He’d gone out to get some more firewood and clay to dress her wounds. He wasn't expecting for her to be so recovered.

“I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean to startle you! I'm here to help.”

He put his arms up, to show her he wasn’t a threat, dropping the contest of his arms to the ground! “I was just getting us some more fire, and you need something for your wound... it doesn’t look good!” he fixed his hair back with one of his free hands, a nervous habit he had kept since childhood.

She furrowed her brow, and took a swing of the branch startling him and forcing him to step back. ” I bet you would you know what wound need tending to?” She replied with a cocky attitude! She imagined he would’ve had to look at her body while he took her clothes off, but the realization that her body was not in display contrition made her blush for a moment.

Ignoring the heat rising to her cheeks, and the small pit of embarrassment in the pit of her stomach. She put on a brave face! As he got closer her body reacted to his presence.

He was tall! Always had been, but despite the fact she’s grown since he last saw her, he still sported a good foot above her. She lowered her stance and let go of her makeshift weapon.

Taking a step back, she tripped, and stumbled back. Bucky tried catching her, but before he could he lost his own footing and tackled her body to the ground.

There she was!

Looking like a goddess underneath him, in a flannel, with her little confused doe eyes! She didn’t even try to fight him off. They just stared at each other's eyes, for a small eternity that what theirs to have.

They could both see their changing features, the fire’s light shone on Bucky to reveal his dark black hair. There were messy strays surrounding his face, but the rest was neatly tucked behind his ears. Stubble framed his face, and his jaw was the jaw of a man. It was also an awkward time to notice how much muscle he’d gained in the last 10 years. His body was solid on top of her, even through his shirt, his body told his story! He was a man of work! His body was that of a man who did hard labor, a man who was outside for long periods of time. Which was something she could tell as she noticed the tan in his upper neck had begun fading as the weather grew colder.

His muscles responded to her stare in ways she couldn’t pinpoint!

He on the other hand noticed her delicate face, the way she had grown into her childhood innocence and beauty. Her frame was so small and breakable compared to him. He for a moment thought he could easily crush her, and tried to ease his weight to make it lighter on her.

Her hair was gorgeously long! It surrounded her like a halo, fit for her like an angel. And her eyes where large and expressive. He could’ve read those eyes a million ways years ago, but now! He couldn’t help but wonder what they were trying to say.

He couldn’t stop himself as the word slipped from his lips.

“Doll!”

He placed his knee between her legs and pushed on the palm of his hands in an effort to lift his body weight off of her.

“Don’t call me that! Haven’t heard that in a long time”... she wiggled under his body and pushed him off her “ that name used to be special to me”

She tried to stand up, but a dizzy spell forced her to remain seated on the ground. Looking at his hurt expression a few more seconds that she wanted to.

“ I really missed you!” Her eyes filled with tears that threatened to roll down her cheek as she tried to stare forward, but he would still read her pained face. “ When you caught me. I thought I was dying! ..and you weren't real”

“ Im sorry! Im so sorry! I shouldn’t have left you just like that!”

He sat down next to her frame, he noticed how her body was shivering, even close to the fire. Her smell was spiking up. He knew that once morning came he’d have to rush her to Steve as soon as possible! But for now, he just wanted to enjoy her! Just enjoy her own smell one last time.

“I never stopped thinking about you!” He lowered his face to the palms of his hands. It was there when she noticed. One of his hands wasn't quite his. It was a lusterly metal, but it still radiated his energy, and warmth.

“I'm sorry too! I shouldn't have interrupted whatever it is you guys do in the village...” she was guarded! Her body tensed up as she talked, a knife in her words ” a lowlife like me getting lost... that’s what it took for you to care again” the tears began to fall, a combination of her hormones, and now shock!

Her body was changing and she couldn’t do anything about it, and now the ghost of her former best friend was back. She didn’t know how to process. She was stronger than this! Why was her body dissolving her to her nature?

Bucky wanted to embrace her! To say so many things, but nothing felt like enough to him.

“Listen now it’s not the time for... ” as he stood up he heard her let out a pain filled grunt. Her hand reached out to grab his thigh, as she doubled over to the ground in pain.

He quickly reacted to her pain, and kneeled down next to where she now laid doubled over on the cold moist ground.

“No, no ,no , no listen to me doll... you have to pull through!” He positioned his body as comfortably as he could for her “ I can’t help you... I’m not supposed to...”

He’d made a mistake! He’d coated her in his smell from the moment he held her in his arms. Her body was screaming for an alpha and it was only going to get worse till an alpha helps her body respond to it’s needs.

From the little life she had a few minutes ago, this little omega at his feet was shaking, and frail!

“I’m sorry, doll…” he looked around in distress “please just stay with me! We have to make it till morning! Please just look at me...tell me you’re alright! “ he cradled her small body and held her close to him.

As a strong wave of her scent hit his nostrils, and a small seizure overcame her body.

Bucky knew what he had to do!

But he wanted to make sure he had well enough exhausted all of his options. It would be selfish of him not to admit he wanted to help her.

“ Bucky... am I gonna die? ” she looked up at him with pained eyes, she was suffering! He used his shirt to wipe down the trails of blood exiting her nose. He wanted to help her so badly! She was nuzzled up against his body, shivering and looking more lifeless by the moment.

Her body was rejecting her omega change!

Bucky knew the fever wasn’t a good sign! But with the seizures that were now overtaking her body every few minutes, it was confirmed to him that she was moments away from collapsing upon herself. An alpha made an omega stronger! It was in their nature!

She needed an alpha !

As he held her in the heart of the forest, illuminated by the light of the moonlight, he could see the teardrops of red leave her eyes. Tears the color of fire!

And when the moon was above then at its brightest, Bucky looked up at the sky, and then down at her “Im sorry doll! I'm about to let you down one more time... I hope you can forgive me one day” as he exposed her neck to him, her untouched mating gland on full display to him.He carefully extracted his canines, and like a soft kiss, he bit her!

He knew Steve wasn’t going to be happy, and quite frankly he was even more scared of her finding out he’d taken away her choice!

Tag list: @austynparksandpizza @nerdgirljen @exposition-belongs-somewhere @connie326 @patzammit @blessedwedgie

[ssamie]

two. sea of strangers

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist.            “snow” masterlist.

"its really hitting me now!" reki exclaimed as he dramatically draped his arms around her frame "you're really leaving?!" he exclaimed as he eyed her countless luggage with distaste. 

"yes reki.. im sorry" she said as she held him tightly by the waist, keeping him upright as he slouches against her torso 

"man, you're really embarrassing" miya muttered out with a sniffle as he attempted to poke fun at reki. "crying and all.." he muttered as, he too, tried to contain his tears. 

"you're one to talk! you're gonna go all red if you hold your tears in!" reki exclaimed as he ruffled miya's hair through his hoodie 

miya grumbled but finally succumbed and fully latched himself onto her back, clinging desperately as he hides his face into her hair "if you leave you're gonna be demoted from heroine to slime" he meekly threatened as he weakly punches her shoulder 

"hm, then we won't be on the same level anymore.." she muttered back as she placed her hand on his head to comfort him 

"exactly.. so you shouldn't leave." miya huffed out 

"sorry miya.. but i have to" she frowned and met eyes with her mom, who simply gave her a reassuring smile in return. 

"there's really nothing we can do but hope for a safe trip" cherry chimed in as he plucked miya and reki off of her "it will be quite a loss but, she won't be gone forever" he said. 

"yeah, but behave out there, rookie" joe mused as he slung his muscular arm around her, making her stagger a bit "dont want ya getting into accidents and shit" joe laughed as he ruffled her hair with a soft smile 

"yeah, we'll visit you after you've settled" shadow said as he jogged over to them, just having finished helping nanako carry her bags 

"hey.." he whispered to joe as he nodded towards reki. joe immediately understood and pushed her towards the redhead. "well go on then, have one last hug with your dearest best friend" joe mused "maybe a kiss as well" 

y/n huffed as she covered her warm cheeks and sheepishly walked towards reki. "um.." she mumbled out, suddenly finding the words get caught up in her throat. "the plane boards in five minutes.." she said 

"i know" reki replied with a sad smile. "what should we do for those remaining minutes? i really don't know anymore" he chuckled 

"um.. what about.." she trailed off as her hands hesitantly met his. "..this?" 

reki blinked and immediately followed along. a smile slowly crept up on his lips as they do their signature handshake. she gulped as the heat on her face worsened by the second. by the time their hands would meet to make an infinity sign, she was fully ready to drop it and leave. 

though unexpectedly, reki pulled her to his chest and squeezed her tight, holding her by her waist with one arm, while the other reaches out to caress her hair. 

"bye, y/n." reki whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ears, making her already flustered state worsen. 

"i'll make sure to see you again. don't find a new partner while you're gone, alright?" he whispered 

though his tone was laced with slight doubt and desperation. she held her hand over her beating chest and nodded. 

"i'll never find someone like you, reki." she said with a tone of sincerity. "let alone someone better." she whispered with a love filled smile. 

reki smiled back and fully engulfed her in a bear hug, swaying their bodies back and forth as he dug his face into her neck 

she gulped and slyly covered her cheeks with her hands. she was most certainly in the verge of overheating from too much joy that had her heart pounding and her palms sweating. 

"oi, oi! don't leave us out!" joe chimed in with a laugh as he slung his arms around them both. "yeah, stop hogging her you slime!" miya hissed at reki as he greedily wrapped his arms around her waist

"hey, i'm the best friend! you're the slime in the situation!" reki hissed back 

soon enough, y/n was getting suffocated under five men who thought it was a great idea to stack themselves on top of her. "can't.. breathe.." she squeaked out as she tried to gasp for air

nanako watched their exchange with a smile of amusement. though they had to move along as to not miss the flight. "y/n, its time to go" nanako said with a smile as she grabbed her daughters hand. she waved at the boys one last time and walked away, with y/n beside her. 

"BYE Y/N, REMEBER OUR PROMISE!" 

"BYE REKI! I WILL!" 

"stop screaming at the airport!" cherry smacked reki's head with a scolding glare 

"ouch! sorry, geez!" 

"ah, the air here in miyagi is very different, huh?" nanako hummed as she looked around the empty streets surrounded by trees and bushes

"i guess so." y/n replied with a nod as she walked past her mother and entered the empty home.

the huge truck filled with their furniture and belongings was parked by their new home, with the men carrying them inside. nanako frowned and followed her inside. y/n simply walked quietly to her new room which was situated upstairs. 

as she arrived, she scanned the room, eyeing the bed on the corner and an empty closet on the other side. "hm." she hummed as she further inspected the place 

nanako watched in anticipation as dread and nervousness filled her nerves. "d-do you like it, sweetie?" she asked, her voice lightly shaking. 

"its okay." y/n replied as she dropped her bags on the floor. 

nanako sighed in relief and patted her on the back. "the movers are gonna help me fix this place up, so why don't you look around the neighbourhood for a bit?" she suggested 

"i might get lost" y/n said. nanako shook her head and handed her her skateboard "no you won't, it's a pretty small town!" she said "and if you do get lost, just call me or ask around, okay?" nanako mused as she urged the girl downstairs and out the door 

"but mom-" y/n couldn't finish, seeing as nanako had slammed the door and was waving her goodbye through the windows

"bye~ have fun~" nanako mused as she waved 

y/n looked back at her with a deadpanned expression and sighed. she got on her board and skated along the smooth concrete, looking past the fairly big houses and few cars driving by. 

"hey hey iwa-chan~ i came to pick you up for practice like the good best friend that i am!" a distant voice cooed out

"shut up shittykawa, it's seven am. you're giving me a headache." another voice, this time more gruff and annoyed, said. 

y/n hummed in curiosity and looked ahead of her. they were quite far, but their loud arguing could be heard a block away, so she didn't have that much trouble. "a ball?" she muttered to herself as she looked at the ball tucked in between the brunette's arms

"weird.." she mumbled before speeding up, not wanting them to see or interact with her in the slightest. 

"hm? are there new neighbours?" the brunette asked. "obviously dumbass. they moved in just a while ago i think." the other replied 

"ooh~ i wonder if there's a cute girl that-" oikawa cut himself off as he felt a gush of wind fly past him

he curiosly turned around, but was only met with a quick dash of something blue. "what is it?" iwaizumi asked him, confused as to why his friend suddenly stopped in his tracks for apparently no reason at all. 

"did you see that, iwa-chan?" oikawa asked him as he pointed to the next block, trying to show him the person, but all that was visible was them turning the corner and disappearing from their sight. 

"there's nothing there." iwaizumi said with an unamused glare "are you messing with me, shittykawa? it's so early in the morning please give me a break" he sighed 

"no i'm serious! there was someone there! i saw something blue!" oikawa defended with a shriek 

"shut up.." iwaizumi grumbled in exasperation 

suddenly, oikawa gasped and excitedly hit his arm. "do you think it could be aliens?" he whispered with narrowed eyes, while iwaizumi simply stared back at him in distaste. 

"shut up!" 

"school already?" she asked with a look of dread as she listened to her mother talk about her schedule as they sit on the dining table. 

"but its hard to make friends.." y/n grumbled out with a grunt 

"yes, sweetie! we have to get you settled in as soon as possible so you'll be more comfortable" nanako explained "plus you can make friends with kids there so you won't be alone all the time, don't you want that?" she asked 

"you and reki became friends pretty quickly, didn't you?" nanako mused "so i'm sure you'll be fine!" 

"reki.." she mumbled out as she stared down at her food with a sad frown, a gloomy aura suddenly surrounding her as she silently sulks. 

"ah crap, maybe i shouldn't have mentioned him" nanako muttered to herself, starting to sweat bullets as she tried to rack her brain for what to do. "a-ahm well!" nanako cleared her throat and shot y/n a shaky grin. "you're a very pretty girl! im sure people will be the first ones to approach you!" she said 

"so you won't really have to do any of the work" nanako reassured her "they're normally very interested in transferees especially since you're foreign." 

"okay then.." she muttered out, though she was still unsure. "im gonna clean up now" she said as she stood up from her seat and made her way to the bathroom 

"sure, but wake up early tomorrow okay? i'll help you get ready!" nanako called out, only to receive a faint 'okay!' in response. 

once she heard the bathroom door close and the water start running, she let out a huge breath of relief and slouched back on her chair. "AGH! i accidentally made her sad!" nanako exclaimed as she pulled don her hair in distress 

"should i call reki? her friends? what do i do?!" she shrieked out. she then looked over to the photo of her husband and sulked 

"help me oliver!!" 

"okay, hasegawa y/n-san, you're in third year class 6" the assistant told her with a kind smile "its on the third floor and the room by the stairway. it should be easy enough to find." he said "unless you want me to guide you?" 

"no, i think im okay." she declined with a quick bow "thank you though." 

"come in!" a voice called out from inside 

she kept her face straight and as she followed the directions, up until she reached the classroom she was assigned. "3-6" she read the sign. she then knocked on the door and waited patiently for the teacher to let her enter. 

she followed and slid the door open, closing it behind her and walking to the front of the class, all while keeping her eyes trained on the floor. 

"is she american?" "dang, she's pretty!" "i hope she sits with me.." "what's with her hair?" "as long as she doesn't steal oikawa-senpai, im fine with her" 

she could hear all of their murmurs, though she simply chose to ignore it, not wanting to interact with them as much as possible. she gripped the strap of her bag and raised her head to face them, keeping the monotonous expression as she side eyed the teacher for permission to speak. 

he then nodded and urged her to go. "mind telling us about yourself?" he asked 

"my name is hasegawa y/n." she said, keeping her eyes straight ahead and briefly scanning a few students 

oikawa and iwaizumi looked up and watched her in curiosity. they were seated at the very back, watching her every move. iwaizumi wasn't super interested, only a bit curious about their foreign transferee. although oikawa is overflowing with both interest and curiosity. not only was he happy to have a cute girl as a new classmate, but he was quite sure he had seen her from somewhere before. 

"..." the class was silent as they waited for her to say more, though was only met with nothing. 

"that's it?" the teacher asked, slyly urging her to say more 

y/n looked over to him and back at the class. "i came from canada and moved to okinawa to here.." she said 

"... anything else?" the teacher swetadropped. she then furrowed her brows and asked, "why? is it bad?" 

"no, you're good." the teacher responded as he waved his hand dismissively. 

oikawa chuckled in amusement, making iwaizumi look over to him with a raised brow. "what?" iwaizumi asked 

"nothing, she's just funny" oikawa replied with a grin 

"alright, you can sit in between rika and iwaizumi, seeing as it's the only vacant seat left." the teacher said 

y/n nodded and scanned the room, looking for the people he had mentioned. she merely blinked as a girl with long black hair, which she assumed was rika, excitedly waved at her. 

"hasegawa-chan! come sit with me!" rika exclaimed with a smile. y/n followed and squeezed through the rays of desks, sighing once she sat down on her assigned desk. 

"..." she gulped and nervously pulled out a book and turned her head down, feeling multiple eyes bore through her. 

but by far, the most eerie and intense stare she had received was from rika, who was not so discreetly peering at her over her book, watching with sparkling eyes as she stared. 

"hi-" y/n couldn't even finish her sentence as rika excitedly perked up and shook her hands. "hi! I'm orimoto rika! you can call me rika though" she whisper shouted with a grin 

y/n blinked in surprise and gave her a wobbly grin, "hi, rika-san.." she muttered "um, you can call me y/n if you want.." 

"okay, y/n-chan!" she replied with a gleeful grin "hey, wanna join me for lunch later? it must suck to eat lunch without anyone. you can join me and-" 

the teacher abruptly cleared his throat and shot rika a pointed look. "orimoto-san, i know you're excited but please save the talking for later" he said. "right! sorry sensei!" rika laughed sheepishly as she retreated back to her desk 

y/n side eyed her one last time before looking back down at her desk, bringing out a pencil and messily sketching on the paper 

"hey" the boy beside her whispered 

she glanced at him and blinked in confusion. "im iwaizumi, nice to meet you." he said with a curt nod of acknowledgement

she didn't immediately respond but quietly inspected him "nice to meet you.. iwaizumi-san" she said. she smiled to herself as iwaizumi nodded once again and simply went back to minding his business. 

iwaizumi was chill. nice. 

she had mentally agreed with herself that she did in fact like iwaizumi. he was very different from reki's overall 'vibe' but it was comforting in a way. 

now.. the boy beside him.. she still wasn't sure if she should just ignore his overwhelming presence or give him a fake smile to satisfy him. 

"yahoo~ y/n-chan~" oikawa cooed with a flirty wave "hey~ im oikawa tooru" he introduced with a smile as he leaned over iwaizumi's desk to get closer to her and wave once again 

"..." she side eyed him and quietly nodded, opting not to respond as she slouched down to hide her face behind the book she was doodling on

beside her rika spluttered and watched with wide eyes as the girl blatantly ignored the oikawa tooru, himself. it seems not only rika had seen the interaction, or the lack of it, more so. 

the girls near her either gasped in genuine surprise or sighed in relief, having found that the new girl was in fact not a threat. 

iwaizumi, however, was simply snickering and trying to contain his laughter as oikawa stares blankly at her with his face as pale as a ghost. 

it seems everyone was enjoying themselves. she sighed and simply rested her head on her desk, wanting nothing more than for class to be over. 

"hey, eat with me later, okay y/n-chan?" rika said with a smile 

y/n looked up at her and simply nodded, blowing the stray strands of hair away from her face as she stares at the ticking clock on their wall. "i wonder what reki's doing.." she mumbled to herself 

she sighed and sat up straight, keeping her eyes on the teacher who was mindlessly continuing his lecture. 

under her breath she mumbled, 

"i wanna go home." 

i added a random 'oc' but i used rika from jjk's name lol. there's gonna be two more i think, but they're not that important lol, just some filler characters ig 

sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes :<

[topsytervy]

Hello ~ Rafe Cameron

This is Part 2 to Goodbye cause I had the thought in my head and I didn't want to write it only for it to sit in my docs so you can read Goodbye (aka Part 1) here.

Blurb: A lot can change in five years.

Word Count: 3,677

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, smoking, cocaine, spelling/grammar mistakes, i think that's it.

Small note: I’m 19 and have never planned a wedding. I’ve been to my fair share of weddings as guests and my only experience with a wedding would have been when my sister got married, however, her in-laws are kind of assholes so her wedding was really lowkey and shit, like it took place in my sister backyard lowkey, cause her mother-in-law was like 'Im not paying for anything cause you guys wont last but I'll pay for your sisters weddings' so like I’m winging half of this shit if not most of it. I’m sorry.

~~~~~

It was 5 years later.

You were 21, along with the rest of the pogues, and able to legally drink and purchase alcohol. So no more hassle with a fake ID.

Nothing had changed except for college and jobs. You and JJ had broken up after two years of dating and, much to everyone's surprise, it was like nothing had ever happened between you two.

It was insanely easy to slip back into the friend zone with JJ, despite both of you thinking that it would be awkward. Both of you fell back into old habits fairly quickly. Sure there were the first couple of weeks where you two felt as if you had to force normality but after that, it was like nothing happened. Sure, JJ still called you princess and you still found yourself hiding into his side during scary movies, but those were habits you two had prior to dating, and old habits die hard.

The only other difference was that John B and Sarah were getting married.

They were planning on getting married at The Lodge at Bear River in fall which meant a ferry to the mainland and then an almost 8-hour road trip to the venue. 

You, Kie, and Wheezie were bridesmaids, Kie being maid of honor, and Pope, JJ, and much to John B's displeasure, Rafe were groomsmen, JJ being best man. 

You and Pope were walking together which left Rafe and his half-sister to walk together. 

Rafe looked at his sister and John B, trying to stay as unphased as possible. "Y/N's gonna be a part of the wedding party?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette from his spot by the pool. 

John B and Sarah were outside at the patio table with their wedding planner, going over guests and the wedding party. The three looked over at Rafe and Sarah nodded.

"Why wouldn't she?"

"No reason. If you need someone to walk with her, I'll do it." He told her as nonchalantly as possible. 

"She's walking with Pope." John B responded. Rafe made a face as he brought the cigarette back up to his lips and John B narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is there a problem?" Sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"No. No problem. It's your wedding."

John B rolled his eyes before turning back to the wedding planner. 

Rafe stood up and walked inside, flipping John B the bird as he walked by. He felt as if John B was put on this earth just to make him miserable at this point.

Rafe walked over to the bar and fixed himself a drink, Wheezie rolling her eyes from her spot on the couch in between Rose and Ward, who were currently scrolling through formal wear for the wedding. 

"Dad, Rafe's day drinking... again." The now eighteen-year-old piped up.

Rafe glared at her. "Just wait Wheezie. This will be you in a few years." He told his half-sister with a smirk.

Wheezie scrunched up her face in disgust at the sight of her brother holding his cigarette in one hand and drink in the other.

Rose, a glass of wine in her hand, rolled her eyes at her stepson as Ward, a gin and tonic in his hand, just sighed. "It's five o'clock somewhere, Wheezie." 

Rafe clinked his glass against his father’s as he made his way upstairs to his old room that he was temporarily staying in since his apartment building had taken some damage during the latest hurricane and was currently getting the necessary repairs done, and closed the door behind him. He sat down at his old desk chair and looked at the corkboard above the desk where a couple of polaroid pictures of you hung. The pictures were the first thing Rafe went looking for when he had gotten back to his apartment, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw the little lockbox he had stored the polaroids still in the closet and completely unscathed. Rafe downed his drink as he swiveled his chair back and forth. 

Of course, John B wouldn't pair you and him up. That would be helping a brother out. Rafe did everything he could to show that he changed once he heard you and JJ broke up.

 He quit cocaine and took up cigarettes instead. He went back to college and got a business degree. He was currently working and getting along with his father. He had his life together, mostly, and on track. The only thing missing from his life was you.

He had barely spent more than 5 minutes in a room with you since the breakup because you were either by JJ or you retreated as far from him as possible. He'd casually bring you up in conversation with John B and your friend would just roll his eyes. 

"We don't bring you up in conversations, Rafe." John B told him one day.

That cut the blue-eyed man deep.

Especially since this was after Rafe gave John B the money he needed to buy Sarah an engagement ring. 

Some wingman John B was.

Rafe stood up with a sigh and walked downstairs, deciding to bring the entire bottle of whiskey upstairs since he could already tell it was going to be one of those nights. He halted by the patio door though when he heard his sister and John B start talking.

“Would it be that bad to pair Rafe and Y/N up for the wedding? I highly doubt Wheezie wants to walk with him. At least Y/N won’t whine about it.” She asked as she placed a hand on his arm, the wedding planner nowhere in sight.

Rafe leaned against the wall, biting his lip as he waited for John B’s answer. If Rafe was being honest, he was kind of surprised that his sister would even consider asking John B that since she could care less about what Rafe wanted.

“Sarah, I love you but you did not see her that day or the day after or the following month and a half after that. Do you know how hard it was seeing Y/N like that? Heartbroken. Not wanting to get out of bed. Thinking she did the wrong thing and that caused him to go over the edge. Do you know how many times JJ, Pope, Kie and I caught her reading the obituaries to make sure Rafe’s name wasn’t in there?” John B looked at his fiancée. “I’m not pairing them up together without her permission. That’s that.”

“Then ask her.”

"What?" 

"Ask Y/N if she wants to walk with Rafe?" Sarah saw the 'are you kidding' look in John B's eyes. "I'm serious John B. Rafe's changed a lot and, despite what you think, you cannot keep her from talking or seeing my brother all your life."

"I can try." The curly-haired boy stated, crossing his arms.

"You know what, JB? You are acting like a damn child. It is not going to break Y/N/N if you ask her one small question that contains the name Rafe, okay? I'm sure she can hear his name and not break down or something. It's been long enough. Let him have that 5 minutes he needs to talk to her cause, yeah I do not doubt that Y/N took their breakup hard, but what about Rafe? Hmm? Believe it or not John B, but my brother has fucking feelings too, okay. He probably took that break up just as hard and Wheezie and I witnessed it. So stop acting like even whispering Rafe's name will break her and just fucking ask her if she wants to walk with Rafe or Pope."

"Fine. If it makes you and Rafe happy, I'll ask her." John B huffed.

Rafe didn't stay to hear the rest, just turned around and walked back to his room, the whiskey bottle long forgotten. 

****

Fall had come quickly and the wedding date came even faster. It was like Rafe blinked and then he was on the ferry two days before the wedding, sitting next to you, very awkwardly might I add, his leg bouncing up and down as he played with his fingers. It was like he didn't know what to do with his hands. After all these years, the most natural thing to do with one of his hands was still to place it on your thigh and the amount of willpower it took to not do that exact thing was unbelievable.

Rafe had told his dad that he was going to rent his own car because eight hours in a car with his family was a hard no for him. 

So there he was, walking over to the car he rented and opening the door before stopping and watching you get in a car with Pope, Kie, and JJ.

You glanced up just before you got in, making eye contact with him. You gave him a small smile to make it a little less awkward and Rafe returned the smile before hopping into the car. He watched you guys pull away and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh before putting the key into the ignition and starting the car. 

This was going to be the longest three days of his life.

***

He was happy for the long-ass drive of day one considering once everyone got to the hotel, there was a silent, collective decision to all just turn in for the night. 

Day two was a little less chill. After being awoken by a panicked banging on the door of his hotel room, Rafe got out of bed as quickly as he could and opened the door, only to be greeted by Sarah who roughly pushed past him into his room.

“Yeah. Come on in. Good morning to you too.” He deadpanned before shutting the door.

“What the hell am I doing, Rafe?” She asked out of the blue, causing a look of confusion to settle on his face.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” He stated.

He watched as Sarah sat on his bed and ran her hands through her hair, letting out a breath. “Is this too soon? Am I getting married too young? Like, I’m 21, Rafe. I should be out getting blackout drunk and having hookups and having regrets but instead, I’m doing the exact opposite.” She rambled.

“Okay. I see what’s happening now.” Rafe walked over and sat down next to Sarah. “Sarah, trust me when I say that marrying John B will not hurt any of that. I guarantee that you and John B will get blackout drunk together and call someone for a ride. I guarantee you will be having hookups, it’s just that all of them will be with John B. And you will have regrets. What those regrets are, I have no fucking clue but life is full of them. Trust me, I have a lot of regrets and I’m only 24.” Rafe told her. “But, I don’t think marrying John B is going to be one of your regrets. Canceling this wedding would be. After all, the venue does say no refunds.”

Sarah snorted slightly and Rafe bumped his shoulder against hers. “Believe me, Sarah, if anyone is ready to get married at this age, it’s you. You came down with a damn binder filled to the brim when you were like seven and placed it in front of me and dad on the coffee table and told dad to start making connections with everyone in that binder, right down to the dress designer.”

Sarah smiled before turning and wrapping her arms around Rafe. “Who would’ve thought you could give a pep talk. And liked John B.” She said.

Rafe slowly wrapped his arms around his younger sister. “Apparently you because you came to me. However, this does not mean I like John B. I am not going to start canceling shit just to have some one-on-one time with that curly-haired surfer dude. Okay? I simply tolerate him because he somehow makes you happy.”

After breakfast and lunch that he spent with Wheezie, last-minute plans when he walked to your room to ask you to lunch only to knock and have you answer the door which caused him to quickly abandon that plan and say “Whoops sorry. Room 202 for Wheeze,”, the rehearsal dinner came quickly. 

In all honesty, Rafe wasn't really paying attention to the dinner at all. How could he when you were right there, quite literally within his reach, laughing and smiling?

The actual wedding day itself was stressful leading up to the ceremony but after everyone got where they needed to be, it was smooth sailing. Rafe and Wheezie walked out after Kie and JJ. 

Rafe watched you walk down with Pope and couldn't help the pang of jealousy he felt in his chest. He also couldn't help but imagine himself as the groom and you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him.

He quickly shook the thought from his head though, watching you take your place next to Wheezie before turning your attention towards the door to watch his dad and sister walkout. 

You glanced over at Rafe and smiled slightly when you saw him bring a hand up to his cheek, wiping away a tear. You turned your attention to John B before Rafe could look over and catch you staring.

You saw John B wipe his hands on his trousers as subtly as he could. You caught JJ's eyes and he shook his head, mouthing 'fucking whipped' to you.

You nodded and moved your eyes between Sarah and John B before settling them back on JJ. 'Obviously' you mouthed back before the pair of you stopped before someone caught you.

In all honesty, Sarah did and she saw Rafe catch the interaction as well, noticing him swallow hard.

The ceremony went smoothly with no objections -Rafe fought back the urge to object just to mess with everyone but he knew his entire family wouldn't appreciate the humor- and after pictures, everyone moved inside for the reception as the sun began to set.

Dinner and drinks were served, toasts were made -JJ had made sure to include a few of John B's stupid and most embarrassing moments, much to Rafe's pleasure-, and then the dancing began. 

Sarah and Ward had their father/daughter dance and then John B and Sarah had their first dance before everyone else was encouraged to join them on the dance floor.

Wheezie walked over to Rafe and Rafe looked at her. "I am not nearly drunk enough to get out on that floor and dance with you Wheezie."

Wheezie just rolled her eyes. "You have a shot right now to go ask Y/N to dance and no one will even notice you. Take it." Rafe ignored her. "Oh, okay. So you can sit there and stare but you don't have the balls to walk up to her and say 'wanna dance'?"

Rafe glared at his half-sister. "Watch your mouth, Wheezie."

Wheezie took one last glance at the dance floor and shrugged. "That's fine. Looks like someone else did."

Rafe had never scanned a crowd faster than he did right there and sure enough, there you were, a cousin of his with his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders, moving slowly around the dance floor.

"I'm going out for a smoke," Rafe muttered before getting up and making his way out of the building. 

He stood outside and brought out his pack of cigarettes, along with his lighter, and opened up the little carton. He withdrew a cigarette before closing the pack and shoving it back into his pocket, placing the cigarette between his lips. He heard the song from inside end before another one started back up as he flicked the spark wheel a couple of times, his thumb landing on the fork before a flame appeared.

He cupped his hand in front of the flame and brought the flame to the cigarette that rested between his lips, making a mental note to buy a new lighter since his was running out of juice.

Rafe heard the door open and close as he shoved the lighter back into his pocket and inhaled. He blew out the smoke before looking over to see who had joined him and was a little surprised to see you.

Of course, Rafe knew at some point you'd duck out of the party for some fresh air considering in social situations where they were tons of people, you needed to get away for a bit and recharge your social battery. He just didn't expect you to do that so soon.

You both stared out in front of you, not saying anything and Rafe brought the cigarette to his lips again, taking another drag.

"It's beautiful out here." You breathed out, trying to start some conversation.

Rafe nodded as he exhaled. "Yeah, it is."

"I wouldn't mind getting married here." You added absent-mindedly.

If Rafe had a drink right now, he would've choked at your words. He nodded nonetheless. "Yeah. It's a pretty nice place to get married."

You looked over at Rafe. "You gonna be okay over there, big guy?"

Rafe turned his head to look at you, confusion written all over his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you wipe a tear away, bub." Rafe's heart sped up at the nickname that you used to use on him. "When Sarah was walking down the aisle. You gonna be okay or should the same reaction be expected at Wheezie's wedding too?" You smiled as Rafe groaned, tilting his head to look at the almost pitch-black sky.

"Don't even mention Wheezie getting married. To me, she's still that annoying thirteen-year-old that was always eavesdropping and snooping through shit." 

"Awe, Rafe. You got a soft spot for your sisters now. That’s so sweet." You cooed, knowing that when he was 19, the only thing he did was complain about the two Cameron girls. "Seriously though, I think it's sweet that you walked with Wheezie and that you shed a tear today." You told him.

Rafe couldn't stop the words that tumbled out of his mouth. "I wanted to walk with you but you told John B you'd rather walk with Pope."

Way to go, dumbass, he thought to himself.

"What are you talking about?" It was your turn to look confused.

Rafe sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke pour past his lips as he spoke. "I offered to walk with you and John B said no. I overheard him and Sarah talking a bit later and Sarah told him that it wouldn't hurt to ask if you wanted to walk with me or not. And I think you know the rest."

He might as well fess up about it since his mouth and brain already decided to rat him out anyway.

You shook your head. "I don't know the rest because John B never asked me who I wanted to walk with nor did he ask if I wanted to walk with you."

Rafe looked over at you, his eyes locked on yours. He knew when you were lying and this was not one of those times.

He chuckled before shaking his head. "God. He's such a dick."

You ignored his comment about one of your best friends and walked closer to him. "You seriously wanted to walk with me?"

Rafe nodded, looking down at the ground. He was in way over his head, admitting that after half a decade he was still thinking about you and wanting to be with you. Even if it was for like a 20-second walk down an aisle.

You felt a blush grow on your cheeks as you looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers.

A beat passed before you spoke, keeping your head down. "If it makes you feel better… I would've said yes."

Rafe looked at you. "Yeah?"

You nodded and he took another drag from his cigarette.

"Can we start over?" He asked.

"What?" Your Y/E/C eyes lifted from the ground to meet his blue ones.

"Can we start over?"

You bit your lip. "Yeah. Sure."

Rafe cleared his throat before placing a small smile on his face and giving a little bow. "Hello. I'm Rafe."

You breathed out a laugh before giving Rafe a slight curtsy. "Hello, Rafe. I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Rafe shook his head. "Oh no. The pleasure is all mine."

Your heads both turned to the building when the song changed once again to a slower song and Rafe took Wheezie's advice on seizing an opportunity. 

"You still like this song?" You nodded once more and Rafe put out his cigarette before extending his hand to you. "Would you like to dance?"

You smiled and took his hand. "Of course."

He placed his hands on your waist and yours looped around his neck, him starting to sway you two slightly.

"You look amazing by the way." Rafe complimented, taking in the lavender color of your bridesmaid dress.

"Thank you. You look rather dashing yourself." You took your hands from his neck and straightened his tie before returning them to where they previously were.

You moved closer to Rafe, resting your head on his chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Rafe?" You mumbled towards the end of the song.

"Mhm?"

"I missed you." You admitted.

Rafe smiled before placing a kiss at the top of your head. "I missed you too, Y/N/N."

"Rafe?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you maybe wanna ride back to the ferry together? 8 hours is a long trip.  Especially when you're alone and I have to deal with JJ, Pope, and Kie." 

You heard Rafe’s heart speed up a bit before it calmed back down as he took a deep breath. 

"I would love that."

~~~~~~~

[descendantofthesparrow]

D3 Rewrite spoiler (xreader)- Read at own risk

Rewrite draft-the conflict

uh @disneyfan50​ if you could possibly read and give me ur thoughts?? :3? or anybody else who does read this and wants to give me their thoughts go for it??

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“so one day you guys are gonna have to tell me how you all teamed up” Ben laughed, pulling Mal into his side and rubbing her shoulder comfortingly, smiling at you, Uma, and Evie as you glanced at each other with a grin.

“well, Mal promised to get all the kids off the isle after this is all over” Ben furrowed his brows and looked down at Mal, remembering their deal with his father.

“Mal?” Mal pushed away from Ben's side and stood in front of her friends, taking a deep breath and clenching her hands.

“I have to tell you all something” you stopped, licking your lips nervously as you felt a pit form in your stomach as Mal looked down at the ground with a troubled expression “Ben and i…made a deal with Adam that…if we didn’t get the scepter and crown back in the museum by morning…the barrier would be closed forever” Mal looked crestfallen as Evie took a step back, away from Mal, looking wide-eyed and disbelieving at her.

“M...Mal” Mal looked unnerved at the use of her full name coming from Evie, “you told us that it wasn’t happening, that you and Ben had said you would decide another day!” Evie gestured between you and herself, a glare settling on her features, “you told us that the barrier wouldn’t be closed!”

“E, im so sor-” Mal tried to calm her friend, stepping back as Evie closed her eyes and shouted.

“don’t call me that!!!” Mal stared at her shocked before she started to recover the already spiraling conversation.

“Evie, i-I” Mal stuttered, looking to Ben for a moment to find her words before looking back at Evie, tears already beginning to trail down her cheeks “but it's not going to happen! We’re already so close to getting back the scepter and crown! The deal won't happen! It's not morning yet!!”

“but you still agreed to it!” Evie cried, Jay stepping forward and curling his arms around Evie protectively, refusing to look at Mal as Evie stepped into him “you still choose to make the deal! You didn’t have to agree to it Mal! So why?!” Mal couldn’t answer, she had been so fuzzy in the head and exhausted from fighting Hades, that she just couldn’t think of anything else to do other than agree.

But she knew that wasn’t a good excuse, nothing could be, it was only a reason, and she knew Evie or anyone else around her accept it “hold the fuck up” Uma sighed, closing her eyes and stepping towards Mal, gritting her jaw as she tried to make sense of what was happening “so we’re saving your precious people, and your behinds….for a lie?” Mal opened her mouth to say something, anything, to make it better. But nothing came out. Uma opened her eyes, a tear streaking down her cheek as her chin crumbled slightly “I knew it was a mistake to trust you…you haven’t changed a bit”

(y/n) reached forward and grabbed onto Uma's shoulder, pulling her back slightly and giving her a comforting side hug. Harry stepped forward, turning to Ben and pointing at him. “and you! King Ben eh!?!” Ben looked to Harry, his eyes wide as his friend stepped closer to him, rage swimming in his eyes before it quickly dimmed and he looked away “and here I thought yeh actually cared about us” he let out a small scoff, biting his lip and backing away from Ben, looking towards the ground and taking a shaky breath “was tha’ a lie too?…after all this time?”

Ben slowly started to shake his head, going to reassure Harry when Celia stepped away from Hadie’s side, stepping next to Uma and glaring at Mal “I actually thought you were brave…standing up for us forgotten vks and actually getting us off the isle…but you’re nothing but a coward. So who was going to tell me that I was never going to see my dad again!?!” Mal shook her head, reaching out to comfort Celia but the girl took the opportunity and snatched the ember from Mal's hand, making the girl gasp in shock

“Celia, CELIA NO!” Celia chucked the ember into a small water pond and raced off into the woods, ignoring Mal's cries for her. “Celia! Celia wait!! come back!” Mal ran forward a bit, trying to follow the girl but she quickly disappeared from sight. Mal held her stomach as a pit settled in it, realizing that Celia could get herself hurt by Audrey if she was out alone for too long. Mal turned back to the pond, only just now realizing the ember had been extinguished. “no!!” she ran towards the pond, fishing the now cold ember from the water “shit, shit shit shit!!!”

She waved her hand over the ember, feeling her eyes glow and heat begin to pulse into her hands “Regain your might and ignite!!” nothing, she stepped closer to the group, repeating the incantation once more. When nothing happened she helped up the ember towards Hadie and Uma. Uma glanced down at her necklace, shrugging when nothing happened.

“Bummer” Mal looked to Hadie, who just glared and shook his head, facing away from his little sister. Mal looked back to Uma and watched as she turned towards (y/n) and Harry and nodded towards the forest. “let's go find Gil and Celia and leave ‘em to rot” (y/n) spared a glance towards the others but nodded, holding out her hand for Harry as he stepped next to her and grabbed onto her hand, the two holding onto each other tightly as they followed after Uma.

“Uma!!!” Mal called desperately. she needed Uma's help now, with the ember extinguished, she wouldn’t be able to fight Audrey on her own. She turned back towards her friends and brother, Carlos stepping towards her with a glare set on his face “Carlos” she whispered, “guys, im-im so sorry, I didn’t want to agree but-but it was our only option, I had-I had to do something- to protect us- to protect the kids already here, and Auradon!” Carlos looked off for a moment then back at her.

“your only option?” Carlos whispered, gritting his teeth slightly as he stepped towards Mal slightly, the girl taking a step back as Carlos bared his teeth at her “your ONLY OPTION?! No Mal! That is such bullshit! you had other options!!! I overheard your conversation with Evie and (y/n)! (y/n) suggested hiring people within the barrier to keep people away from it when we picked up more vks! hell, even just driving a bit faster through the barrier would have been a better option! But seriously Mal!! Why do you never think things through?! You didn’t think about the stupid plan you had to get the dragons scepter from your mom's castle, you didn’t think through the love spell you wanted to put on Ben three years ago, you didn’t think when you ran away to the isle a year and a half ago, you.never.fucking.think!!”

Carlos yelled, slapping his hand on his palm harshly to get his point across “each and every single time you don’t think things through we!” he gestured behind him to Evie, Jay, and Ben “have to pay for it! Its always us cleaning up after your mess!” he turned to Ben, glaring at the king “and don’t think you’re getting out of this easily, you also agreed to this closing the barrier bullshit!” Ben nodded weakly and looked down at the ground, he had HATED the deal he had made with his father, but that left no excuse, he had still agreed to it. Carlos turned back to Mal, shoving his finger in her face. “I thought you were better than this Mal, I thought you had learned from your mistakes, but you haven’t.” he backed away a bit, holding his hands in the air “after this, I don’t know if I ever want to see you again” Mal's jaw dropped and she shook her head. No she couldn’t lose her friends, they were the reason she had even turned against her mother, they were her family.

“Carlos please! Im sorry! I can fix it! I-I can! We just need to get the scepter and crown back to the museum by morning, and the deal is off! I know it won't fix the problem of me lying to you all, but please-please” Mal sobbed, holding up the ember and glancing at Hadie, who had been silent the entire time “we have to save Auradon first, or there will be no place for the kids to go to”

At that, Carlos went quiet, Evie's silent sobs and Jays judging eyes piercing Mal's chest “please” Mal called weakly “I can't lose any of you…I love you all…” Evie looked up slightly from Jay's hold, locking her dark brown eyes with Mal's shimmering yellow-green ones.” And I know, after I promised you that the barrier wouldn’t close, that it might not be as worthy to you but” Mal took a deep breath, stepping towards her friends “I promise I will never do something as idiotic as agreeing to close the barrier without all of us talking about it first”

Mal perked up as Hadie turned and walked towards her, gently taking the ember from her and clenching it in his first “im not doing this for you” he muttered, his eyes glowing bright yellow as his hair and fist turned to fire. An even brighter flash of blue light shone from his fist as the ember reignited “im doing this for the kids on the isle” Mal nodded, pushing the ember back towards Hadie as he attempted to hand it back to her.

“you are a lot more powerful than I am” Hadie raised his brow at that but nodded as Mal looked at her, hopefully still, friends and boyfriend “let's go, we have no time to lose” Evie, Jay, and Carlos looked at each other for a moment then nodded, the five VKs and Ben racing out of the forest in search of Audrey.

(progress isn’t linear)

[def-not-hecky]

here it is!! the fabled wc jojo fic!! enjoy!! (also pls note that this is a draft and i’m gonna fix spelling mistakes and stuff like that in the future, i am also always up for criticism, so if youve got things that will improve my writing skills don’t hesitate to talk to me!)

bruno shuttered as he awoke, the early light of the sun filtering through the small holes of his den. Almost immediately he remembered the dream he had the night prior. “Only the blazing star can blunt the claw. Seek of the cat with the sun in his pelt and the arrow in his paws.” he stretched and exited his den as he strolled into his makeshift camp,still thinking about the strange dream. Narancia and mista were sitting on his tree stump, but they quickly scrambled away when they saw him approach. ‘well even if im unsure about the dream i still have to investigate what polpo was talking about..” the spotted tom hopped onto the stump and let out a loud yowl. quickly and sluggishly, abbacchio and fugo rolled out to their dens to hear what the capo had to say. after settling on the tree, bruno began to speak. “ leaky eye luka has been killed,” he started, drawing his paw over his ears to clean off the fur. “ And so polpo has asked me to investigate for him.” narancia seemed to be the only one suprised about this. “i think he deserved it.” mista said as he turned over to narancia. “always sticking his nose in another tom’s business…” he got knocked over by the black cat as bruno sighed, raising to his paws gracefully amd walking past the other cats. he shot fugo and abbacchio a glance to let them know they were in charge before bounding over the brambles.

bruno could say with confidence that he had never lived in twoleg place, unlike the others in his team, he had always grown up a rouge. his heart lurched with nervousness as he stepped into twoleg place. there werent many cats around to tell him he couldnt pass, so he pressed on, keeping a close eye on the cat that was trailing behind him. he sniffed around, polpo had only told him to take a see around and tell him if anything was suspicious. so the only thing he could really do was take a look. he didnt even realise the stranger had managed to get ahead of him, washing himself as he sat on a brick wall. something immediately set bruno off about the tom, which is why he didnt approach further. the way the morning sun outlined his figure instantly made his eyes widen with suprise. ‘this cant be’ he shook his head before scrambling up the surface to sit with the young cat. he eyed him closely, noticing the fresh scars on his nose and chest. ‘oh yeah he definitely knows something.’After a moment the golden cat stopped licking himself, shifting uncomfortablely at the strange cat sitting next to him. suddenly, a fat bird flew into the gate they were sitting on, but bruno caught it before it could fall. “say..” he started. “if you found a heap of fresh kill, what would you do?” he questioned. instantly the golden tom perked up at the question. “id keep it! finders keepers if i say.” he responded, sharpening his claws on they frayed wood. bruno purred in delight. “but what if that fresh kill belonged to a lion? then what would you do?” he pressed. “Easy! id take half and leave the rest for him, a cat’s gotta eat you know.” he smiled. The black cat forced himself to laugh, “y’know i really get the sense that you would! at least you didnt lie!” he chuckled “ ive got a special knack for finding out when people are lying, and i usually don't make mistakes” he confessed. “ have you ever noticed when you lie that your ears often twitch?” bruno excitedly flexed his claws. “but what’s important is your scent,” his nose quivered with anticipation.

“alright,” the fluffy cat stood up. “ who are you?” he questioned. soon the friendliness turned to suspicion. “Leaky eye luca got his eyes clawed out by his own paws and was found near the outskirts of the twoleg place.” he snarled, following the golden cat on the other side of that gate. bruno leaned in closer. “ its critical and its looking like he’s never going to make it.” he glared harder. “And ive been sunt here to seek out the culprit! so lets..talk.” The tabby flicked his tail absently, definitely considering making a run for it. “ No cat in the slightest even has an idea why he has on that side of twoleg place. But a young she cat told me that a tom named Giorno Giovanna was around there. So if you dont mind id like to have a chat about that.” he sat down, keeping a safe distance from him. “ Just a chat huh? are you apart of the no tails or what?” Bruno lashed his tail in irritation. “Luca wasnt just some rouge, he was a mafioso, and many cats had reasons to do away with him. He actually had a gift for being hated. But that is not how my boss is electing to see this situation.” he unsheathed his claws, pointing at giorno. “A member of the family has been slain, and what honor he had has been traded off. Thats why he has chosen me to find the unlucky cat who did this, and sort out anything around this mess..” he inched closer. “so make this easy and cooperate, understand? Did you meet up with leaky eye luca at the airport?”

“leaky who? ive never heard of him.” the world seemed to still as they both started at each other, like a fight was gonna break out. but in the end, bruno backed off.”You're ears arent twitching. All right, I'll believe you. That does it for my questions. Sorry to have bothered you, Giorno Giovanna.” bruno turned on him, padding back into the labyrinth that was twoleg place. Giorno sighed, turning his attention on his paw, that was unusually clenched. as he unclenched it, he came upon a horrific sight.

[captain-kingliamsqueen]

Matter of National Emergency- Liam x MC

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Summary: Liam and Riley are in Isolation in Valtoria...and one of them may succumbed to the almightly Tik Tok! <-- can you tell im bored? 

Word Count: 1,667

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Liam sighed as he entered his and rileys quarters at Valtoria, shutting the door behind him. It was just hitting seven o’clock when he returned from his last meeting. Liam and Riley loved coming to stay at Valtoria, it felt more like a home than the palace did, after they got married they stayed at the palace whilst they had some renovations at Valtoria done, they had the royal quarters basically  turned into a reasonable sized apartment.

“hey, how was your meeting?” Riley called from the en-suite, she was just coming out as Liam had walked into the bedroom, she made her way over to him, moving to her tiptoes to press a kiss against his lips.

“it was…stressful” He sighed as he placed his hands on her lower back, nuzzling his head into her shoulder

“so…what happened? What’s the decision?”

“Lockdown, as I assumed would be the result, people aren’t listening to how serious this is, they don’t understand that the more they go out, the more people are going to catch this thing and more people are going to die from it,  it’s really the only solution if people aren’t going to listen”

“I understand, so when are you announcing it”

“this evening, I’m going to shower and change then head to my office. ive sent everyone home, Bastian insists he is staying in Valtoria with us, so it’s just me, you and Bastian, he is currently setting up the camera for the live feed”

Once he showered, he dressed in a crisp white shirt and black dress pants with a blazer.

“I won’t be long my love” Liam smiled as he kissed Riley then headed out for his office.

Once Liam reached the conference room, he greeted Bastian then sat himself down at his desk across from the big camera sitting in front of the desk.

“is everything set up?”

“yes, your Majesty, you go live in just under a minute, your statement is written out for you, just in case you need it”

“thank you, Bastian,”

“alright, you go live in 10 seconds” Bastian informed him from behind the camera.

Liam quickly fixed his collar then straightened up. as soon as he seen the light change on the camera he began.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of Cordonia. This is an Emergency announcement from your King. As you all know the corona virus is sweeping the nation. last week I gave the orders to self-isolate if you are a vulnerable person, and many people did, but not all, a few days ago, I gave orders to shut all non-essential business’ and to stay home where possible but again not all listened so as your King, as your leader, I have decided that the best course of action is to go into lockdown, you must know, I hate that I have to do this but if people aren’t going to take this seriously then more people will become infected and more people will die. I am going to lay down some rules that every person in Cordonia MUST follow until further notice. Number one…you must only leave your homes if absolutely necessary, this means, if you need supplies such as food, essentials that you most definitely cannot live without! Number two, you may leave your homes for exercise, once a day for one hour! if you need medications, I have organised for all medications to be delivered to homes, if you need to see a doctor…call the helpline that is on the screen right now, you will speak to qualified nurses, if the nurse decides you should be seen in person, you will then be allowed to leave your home and attend a doctors surgery or hospital. All in all this means you should only be leaving your homes if absolutely necessary The sooner the public follow these rules, the sooner this will start to go away, I don’t want to see groups of kids walking around outside, meeting up with their friends, I don’t want to see people joining in groups for any reason what so ever. Queen Riley and myself are self-isolating along with you, we know it’s going to be hard, sitting in your homes, not able to go outside, when it’s lovely and warm or going to see your friends, but spend this time wisely, be with your family’s, spend time with your husbands, your wives, your children and your parents, time that you wouldn’t be able to spend with them if you were out working or at school, we have seen what this virus has done to other countries, please don’t let this vile virus take control, I wish you all the best, stay healthy.”

Once Liam finished, he bid Bastian goodnight then headed back to his and Riley's quarters. Once he entered, he shut the door behind him, making his way towards the kitchen where Riley was getting herself some water. Liam walked in, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“hey, I was thinking we could go to bed and put a movie on?” she smiled sympathetically as she seen how tired he was.

“you know I think that’s the best idea ive heard all week” he smiled

The two made their way to the bedroom, they done their usual night-time routines of washing their faces, brushing their teeth and such then the two took themselves to bed. it didn’t take long before the two of them were out cold.

Liam woke to a giggle coming from beside him, he opened one of his eyes just enough to see the time on the alarm clock on his bedside table. 3:00 am. He groaned as he turned over to be blinded by the light from Riley's phone.

“what are you laughing at? Its 2am Riley.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep” she laughed as she carried on watching the video on her phone.

“are going to sleep at all tonight?”

“yeah I’m just putting it down.” Riley pressed the screen off then placed the phone on her bedside table then shuffled over to Liam, she yawned as she cuddled into his chest causing him to instinctively wrap his arms around her. “I’m sorry I woke you up” she whispered before placing a kiss to his skin.

“It’s alright, sweetie” he placed a kiss on top of her head before the two fell into a deep slumber

The next morning Liam awoke to an empty bed, he frowned at the empty space that his wife should have been in, she had no reason so be up this early as the country was currently on lockdown, they had no meetings or obligations, they would have the odd conference call but that was it. He stretched as he removed the duvet and climbed from the bed, pulling a pair of lounge pants on before heading towards out of the bedroom.

“Riley sweetie?” he called when he didn’t see her in the living room.

“I’m in the kitchen”

“Morning beautiful what are you doing up?” Liam asked as he made his way to her wrapping his arms around her from behind as she finished fixing the mugs of tea she was making.

“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, I hardly slept a wink all night.”

“oh really?” he asked as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Riley's neck.

“yeah, hey I’m sorry I woke you up this morning, I feel awful.” She sighed as she passed him one of the mugs of tea

“I told you this morning and I’ll tell you again now, it’s fine, don’t worry about it” he replied as he gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you” he added

“I love You too” she smirked, the two made their way into the living room where they curled up on the sofa whilst catching up with the morning news on the television.

“I don’t know who pissed 2020 off but whoever was I hope karma comes around and kicks them in the ass!”

“I’ll toast to that!” Liam chuckled as he tapped his mug against Riley's.

“hey…I heard a joke on tiktok last night, when I couldn’t sleep oh my goodness…what was it again?” Riley went quiet for a minute then started laughing “oh god that was it…”

Liam smirked at how funny she found the joke; he sipped his tea as she went on to tell him.

“so little johnny’s sitting in class and the teacher says she has a math problem for him, she says, if there’s 5 birds sitting on a wire and little johnny shoots one how many’s left? So little johnny says none, the teacher says no, the answers four and johnny says no, the answers none ‘coz If I shot one the rest would fly away, the teacher says, I like the way you think.”

Liam looked at Riley confused but laughing at Riley trying to get her words out in between laughing.

“okay…” he smirked

“little johnny says, I got a question for you, if there’s three women sitting in a store eating ice cream cones and one of them is licking it, one of the is sucking it and the other is biting it, which ones married…so the th-the teacher HAHA the teacher hesitantly replies, well I guess the one sucking it and little johnny…oh my god…” just as Liam took a drink of his tea Riley finished the joke, “little johnny goes no, the one with the wedding ring, but I like the way you think.”

Liam spat his tea out as he went to laugh, he chuckled as he wiped his chin where his tea ended up.

“is that why you were laughing this morning?”

“yeah” she chuckled

“that’s hilarious”

“what times your conference call?” Riley asked him

“1pm”

“okay, do you want to have lunch out on the balcony before your meeting, it’s supposed to be really nice out today”

“I would love to”

By the time half 12 hit Liam and Riley had just finished their lunch and were sitting outside on the balcony, just getting some fresh air.

“y’know even though the reason the countries on lock down is bad, I’m so happy we get to spend some time together and it’s not rushed or last minute, we can just sit and be together” Liam smiled as he took Riley's hand across the table.

“I totally get it, the reason behind it is bad, but the time we’re gonna get to spend together is a blessing and we can’t take it for granted.”

When it was time for Liam to go, they both headed inside, he placed a gentle kiss on Riley's lips then headed down to his office, whilst Liam was at his conference call Riley curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone.

It was just a short 45 minutes later that Liam returned to the apartment, Riley had fallen asleep on the sofa, with Bash, their protective corgi, curled up sleeping at her feet. Liam decided to get some paperwork out of the way whilst, Riley was sleeping.

It was just after 5 when Riley woke, she heard Liam in the kitchen, so she got up and made her way to him. when she walked in her was stood boiling the kettle to make some tea. Riley approached him from behind wrapping her arms around his torso and cuddling into his back.

“I love you Liam” she whispered tiredly

“I love you too” he smiled as he turned into her hold, placing a kiss on her lips. “do you want a cup of tea?”

“that would be great” she smiled

“did you sleep well?”

“I did! Better than last night anyway”

Once Liam made the tea, he passed Riley one of the mugs then the two sat at the kitchen table with them.

“I found another funny tik tok” Riley grinned

“alright, hit me with it” Liam smirked

“so…there’s a family with a little boy, driving behind a trash truck on the highway, suddenly a vibrator flies out and hits their windshield. To try and save their sons innocence the woman goes, oh that was a huge bug! And the little boy goes, damn mom how does a bug fly with a dick that big!”

Liam nearly choked on his drink; he slapped his hand on the table as he threw his head back laughing. “damn, who do you even follow on this thing” he laughed

 Riley climbed out of the shower, wrapping her towel around her, she dried herself off just as she went to lift the nightgown she had brought into the bathroom with her, she remembered she seen a trend of people walking out in front of their wife or husband naked to see what their reactions would be on tik tok, now of course, she wouldn’t be filming it but she knew it would be a lot of fun for the two of them, she smirked knowing what it will result in after Liam sees her. she walked out of the bathroom with her towel around her, she walked out of the bedroom and stood on the other side of the living room, Liam was sitting on the sofa with his back to her just about to finish up his call. Riley smirked as she unwrapped her towel, she slowly walked over towards the kitchen throwing the towel at Liam as she walked causing him to turn around. She smirked as she seen his face go from confused at the towel to his jaw dropping and nearly hitting the floor “damn baby” he mouthed as he watched her bare behind walking into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass of water to quench her thirst then as she turned around she seen Liam leaning over the end of the sofa so that he could see into the kitchen, Riley smirked with a wink as she headed into the room, swaying her hips as she walked past him, Liam stuck his arm out to stop her from going any further, he wrapped his arm around her legs gently pulling her closer to the sofa, he ran his hand up and down her leg.

“i-im…I’m sorry…I have to cut our conversation short” he quickly spoke into the phone. “I know but…it’s a matter of national emergency” he replied as he stood from the sofa, eyeing Riley's chest.

“ok…goodbye” he hung up then flung his phone onto the sofa with a grin on his face.

“are you ready?” he asked putting his hands on her waist as he leaned his head down, placing kisses along her jaw.

“ready for what, baby?” she sighed contently as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“for the wildest night of your life” he smirked as he reached down, hooking his arms at the back of her legs as he lifted her over his shoulder, receiving a happy squeal from her. He gently slapped her backside as he made his way to the bedroom with her.

[beepathan]

ok ive decided to just dump every thought i have on this post. buffoonery under the cut

ONE! AND HERE COMES THE TWO TO THE THREE BROS IN THE PLACE TO BE ICHIBANTTE DOUBLE B I shit i forgot the rest DOO DO DO DOOOO DO DO DO DO DOOOOO DOD OOOOO DO DOOOOOOOOOOO DOOOO DOOOOOD OOOOOD OOOOOD ODDOODOOOO i doubt thatd register as the pattern i intended it to to any one who read it. goddddd i need to yell and make noise but i CANTTTTTT flowers that bloom in the darkness its a sighting that is rare to come across nobody seems to have noticdd thay the power that has been bestowed is lust riding through the twilight this armory. protects my HEATRRRTT BADBADBABBDBADBABDBABBABBABDBDBBBBDBADBABDBABDBADBBADBABDBADBABDBADBABDABBBDBBADBANDBADBANDNAbDNABd cfnfn OFO GOD I WISH I COULD MAKE DUBSTEP NOISES OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!yeah being a scientist is gonna be cool and all but i really wish i could go into music or visual art or something like. i want to make things creatively i want to create sounds and colors and characters and words i dont want to spend my days in a lab or teaching biology to high schoolers who couldnt care less. i mean ok actually being in a lab would be cool hypothetically depending on what sort of science specifically i would do. ive been biting the insides of my cheeks a lt lately and i cant move my face without feeling the places where my cheeks have become thinner even just in the slightest amount. im worried about the message my sister and i’s comic might accidentally send because theres a lot of moral ambiguity and the “good guys” arent really good at all. there arent really any good guys in our story just people the narrative follows. ill take you baaaaack my valkyrieeeeeee youre coming HOOOOOMe i wont lose. hope. bBABBAAAAAAAAADADAADBABBABABA shit how longs that empty drink been there. since this morning ok. i really cant envision a realistic future for myself where im happy and fulfilled. its not very fun to think about and im worried about the state of the world becasue it doesnt look like its going to get better. like the actions everyday people can take willl never be enough and we just have to hope the people with the power to start fixing things will actually do so. but we all know they wont and thats scary. it really does feel like humanity is rushing headfirst into its self-made doom and its all because of a few people. which fucking sucks i mean like. can someone ping the mods on earth and get the fuckers permabanned or something. establish a unified planet where we help each other instead of trying to destroy each other at the cost of destroying ourselves. id go to therapy but these arent issues i can overcome, its genuinely how it is and theres realistically nothing to be done except try to cope with it while the people causing this dont bat an eye at what theyve done. every single day the people with power CHOOSE not to make things better. and for WHAT? im not religious but i hope to fuck theres an afterlife and theres justice because. god whats even the point otherwise? shit im about to start spiralling. ok ill try to think about something else. really the only way to get things done is to Do them and it seems obvious even to those who dont get things done but like. it truly is an ordeal because Doing things ends up being a more complicated process than youd think. we really are what we do and not what we feel but i think for mentos illness its kinda the opposite. even if you can hide your symptoms its about whats going on inside, and that inside stuff directly contradicts a lot of the efforts you try to make externally somehow. mind over matter, but what if the mind is deliberately trying to sabotage your efforts? then again, it isnt malicious in nature. just as much as you Are your mind, you are also a creature, acting on instinct, even if that instinct is thought through and rationalized so that you do not view it as such. in the end all that separates me from a cell is how much of me there is. how much of the world i can interact with. a cell can only interact with as much as it is a part of, but i interact with so much more than i will ever know or perceieve. countless cells, microbes and shit, ive changed and moved and killed and created more of those than ill ever know, because just as i can not perceive the infinite wonder of the universe, i can not perceieve the life that goes on at a certain level smaller than me. where does the line get drawn, for the life i perceieve? will i ever spell perceieve right? no. i have the power to spell it right, but i choose not to correct myself, because i have deemed that action worthless. is that why the people in power refuse to make things better? do they deem the safety of those controlled by their systems worthless? in the grand scheme of things, i suppose theyd be correct. someday we will all cease to exist, and none of our actions, our thoughts and feelings, the things weve seen and loved and feared and been apathetic to, will matter, because at the end of the day, we are a speck in the infinite expanse of the universe. but what if we werent? what if my actions have meaning, outside this room, outside this country, outside this galaxy? just because i think it is worthless to correct my spelling mistakes on a post no one will ever see does not make it so. the cells in my body dont find it worthless when i breathe, when i eat and drink and live and die. i think my laundry might be done drying soon

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

So I’m finally getting around to writing out a bunch of info about my Sander Sides au so I hope youre all ready--(its like 1 am im so sorry for any spelling mistakes and missed tags)

So its 1 am on a work night and I cant sleep and I’ve had lots of ideas and canon things for this au bouncing around my head for days and now TONIGHTS THE NIGHT ITS HAPPENING IM DELIVERING YOU ALL THE DETAILS AND EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF AND TYPE 

Also please feel free to ask about this! I know I got a few new followers from all my recent sander sides art and also thanks to @sugarglider9603 reblogging some art I made of their au I got the biggest flood of exposure and attention on my art ive ever had and I have so much to thank them for, for all recent exposure ive gotten the past couple days( theyre so sweet and lovely and easy to talk to sugar deserves all the love--) and its given me a huge surge of motivation and confidence to post this. And please, my inbox is always open to talk about my aus or my art! Ask questions, send requests, send headcanons or ideas, send fluff angst im open to anything and I try to do all requests sent to me(sooner or later)

Oh oh! and please id you catch any and all the little inspirations or anything let me know

And finally this au is a LAMP au with Remile and Demus on the side

Ahem ahem anyway onto the au!!!

More under the cut so I dont flood your screen too bad!

Ok so! 

This Au was originally inspired by @residentanchor‘s amazing fanfic A Lesson in Practicality and also a little bit by @prettyinaccurate‘s fanged virgil au( I’ll get more into that further down) 

So it takes place in a (currently) unnamed bigger city I based off San Francisco and Sacramento( because I live in Cali and those are the two major cities ive really visited ya know?) The boys are all in various stages of their twenties when they move into a four bedroom apartment together: Patton Foster is the oldest of the roomies at 27, then Logan Masters at 26, Roman Prince at 24, and finally Virgil Collins at 22. They move in together because it all works out for them really, the apartment is in a good distance to all their current jobs, whether by bus or even in Pat’s case in walking distance and with all four of them it was well affordable and was pretty nice. I mean hey it even came with a little communal balcony ( since theyre on third floor of the building) 

Things are understandably a little rocky at first , i mean isnt it always though?

Virgil has alot of anxiety and so he tends not to talk really at all at the beginning unless he ABSOLUTELY had to, mostly communicating in noncomittal noises and soft grumbles, and he was fresh out of collage and barely two years into his job and out on his own for the first time and he wasnt really ready for it either like christ too many people

Patton was bright bubbly and caring. This wasnt his first rodeo with roomies, I mean cmon, hes been sharing a room with his older brother Damian(deceit) on and off almost all his freakin life, nor was it his first time living on his own with strangers(hes lived in two different parts of two when he was job hopping before he settled down in his current part time job)

Roman was extroverted loud and exciteable, he too was used to sharing his living space( he had TWO siblings after all) and before he had moved into the apartment he had tried living on his own and with other roommates while he attended collage, but those just didnt work out well ( he ended up staying with his older brother Remy in his studio apartment across the city while he finished out that semester and searched for a job to keep an income.

Logan was serious minded stern toned and confident, he had a minor degree in teaching that he was slowly repursueing and had been out on his own for awhile before he had moved in. And though cold at first he soon found his group of housemates...enjoyable.

Its about a month into them living together that they learn exactly why despite slowly getting close and getting to know each other Virgil still kept a wide distance: He had entirely sharp teeth.

“ I dunno....I was born with them..theyve always been a sharp pain in my ass...” - virgil, about his teeth

Of course just having sharp teeth wasnt bad enough oh no. You see a few years back when he was about 18 he was young and dumb and made horrifically stupid and reckless decisions under peer pressure and ended up doing something that not only pointedly (haha oh god im not funny) chipped his front teeth but it fucked up his teeth pretty majorly, he went from having a normal overbite to almost having a goddamn underbite and crooked all his teeth, and the only way to fix it( because somehow miraculous for all the damage done it turned out to be mostly reversable aside from the chipping) was getting braces to realign his teeth. So he’s had pretty purple braces over his fangs since he was 18 and they werent expected to come off until he was AT LEAST 25 and he was insecure about them. ( he got mocked for them through his two and a half years of junior collage)

Once the gang finds out they are understanding and helpful and dont make a big deal about it( though virgil gains a significant amount of more vampire related nicknames from roman)

Once they get close and comfortable around each other the apartment is pretty warm and lively! 

Virgil works at the art store as an assistant manager and head stocker( a bit of a dream come true since he was an art student)

Roman works as a part time waiter at a family resturant as well as working at a nearby theater( he was of course a lovely theater major) 

Patton worked at a nearby cafe and bakery as a bit of everything! He helped wait tables, serve behind the counter, and helped in the back in the kitchen( the owners were family friends and he’d been working there almost four to five years at that point, boi knows how to do everything) 

Logan worked at a big name bookstore, and also provided tutoring sessions for highschool students on the side by commision

More FACTS~~

Family ages for the big families go as follows:

Fosters: Damian(28), Patton(27)

Prince: Remy(26), Roman(24, older twin by 10 minutes), Remus(24, younger twin)

Emile is 27 and is a licensed therapist and works as a counselor for young adults that volunteers at the nearby library to ready to children

Remy works as a coffee barista in Emile’s building

Remus does alot of odd jobs, kinda working as an independent for hire and gets a surprising steady flow of work and pay. Hes still a trash man though, but hes a successful trash man( partly thanks to Damian calling in favors with connections)

Damian works at a law firm slowly moving into the position of prosecutor

Virgil doesnt really get along with his family and at some point Emile offers to take virgil in as his adopted brother, with Damian assuring him if he wanted concrete legal papers to start changing his last name, cutting ties with his family, anything needed for it he’d see to it that they’d be providing(something our boi really appreciates)

Remy visits Emile on his breaks since hes literally just...two hallways down and vice versa

Damian and Remus live together in the next, slightly smaller city over because Damian’s work transferred him to a different office in order for him to keep moving up in the ranks so to speak. 

Hes also good at what he does.

Family nights happen whenever they can

Patton got to teach them how to cook alot of complicatied dishes from scratch, a bonding time he adores

Roman got Virgil an Espeon hoodie after they all start dating and virgil loves it and wears it alot around the house because its a thicker hoodie and warm( though he tries to ignore the big ears and the obnovious tail

Virgil also loves visiting Roman’s work on what Ro likes to refer to as “ hellish days” AKA kids day which means goofy kid friendly theme days. His favorite was probably alice in wonderland day when Roman was Tweedle Dee

Roman played J.D at the local theater and likes to hum some of the his songs to switch up the Disney

The balcony is covered in houseplants and and a corner of old blankets and pillows to sit and chill on

Once a month Logan and Patton have what is affectionately referred to as the Cat Discourse

After any particularly rough days at work Patton tends to massage Logan’s shoulders and back to make sure Lo doesnt get any really bad stress knots

in return when Logan sees Patton’s head a hard day he makes Patton’s favorite drink and pulls him into a hug and let the older man fall asleep in his arms while they watch movies

Pat and roman sense each other’s bad days and order in some cliche diner food and hole up in pattons room with Pattons computer and relax the shittiness away with comedy specials and movies 

Likewise Virgil has a knack of picking up Roman’s bad days and always grabs a couple glasses and a bottle kinda cheap wine and they end up curling up together on Romans bed marathoning Disney movies on Virgil’s laptop 

and when Virgil closes himself off more than normal Logan manages to lure him out of his room and they end up sitting out on the balcony quietly talking and stargazing

so loving and fond and soft with each other

you hurt one of them you gonna get BEAT by the others. 

Speaking of getting beat, never EVER mess with Roman or Remus in Remy’s proximity

Remy Andrew Prince can and WILL fuck you right up if you hurt his little brothers. He’s protective.

and where Remy will rearrange your face Damian will ruin you mentally and legally if you so much as mistreat a single freckle on his little brother’s face, despite knowing that Patton is fully capable of taking care of himself. 

Everyone protects Virgil, dont mess with or hurt virgil or you have the pack coming for ya throat

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand thats all I have for right now! Of course more will be added but now its almost three in the morning and I have work at 1:30pm and im sleepy finally! But I hope you guys like this! And please, feel free to talk to me about it, my inbox is always open!!

Taglist: @phantommoonpeople @sweetsweetemo @loganberrysanders

[theshapeshifter100]

A Superhero’s Choice Part 1

(Working title, it’s terrible)

Okay, I’m kicking this one out of the door! It’s not my longest, or even my best work, but I had fun.

Summary-After the incident with Chase Brody, Jackieboy Man, Marvin the Magician and Angus the Survival Hunter have been trying track down what caused it. When things start kicking into gear months later, will Jackieboy Man be able to save his friends?

Word Count-2,067

Warnings- Attempted mugging, mention of a stand off, mentions of Schneep being murderous.

Jackieboy Man stood on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city, slowly turning in a circle to scan the area. He alternated between using his x-ray vision and normal vision to get a broader view.

In a city this big, something had to be happening.

A panicked scream reached his sensitive ears and he jolted to face it, scanning the area... There! Five hooded muggers, one girl roughly mid to late teens out way too late. A little cliché, but it was still worryingly common.

The scream had come from a few blocks away, and Jackieboy Man took off running in that direction. He leapt off his current roof to a lower one, letting his knees fold as he landed and rolling back up into a sprint to minimise damage. He was a superhero, yes, but not invulnerable.

Once closer he jumped and vaulted down the fire escape, barely feeling the bite of the metal through his red gloves.

He was directly above them now, and even though he kept moving, he felt the stirring of nervousness beginning to build in his belly.

He had told himself a long time ago that this was a good thing. If he no longer felt at least nervous, he’d become too cocky. Someone could get hurt that way.

The victim in all this was backing away from her muggers, clutching her bag tight as she began to hyperventilate, terror written all over her face.

“Never fear! Jackieboy Man is here!” the superhero proclaimed loudly from his perch on the fire escape. Everyone below froze and turned to look at him, but he was already moving, gracefully flipping and landing with the smoothness of a cat in front of the teenager.

“So, who’s arse am I gonna have to kick, or are we just gonna leave it here?” Jackieboy Man folded his arms at the muggers and took a step towards them. One of them decided to take a swing, a sloppy hook punch as it turned out.

Jackieboy Man blocked it with one hand, ducked under the arm so that he was behind them and kicked their ankle out from underneath them. The mugger got a face full of asphalt while Jackieboy Man kept a tight hold of their arm before turning to the rest of the gang.

“Any other takers?”

In unison the muggers took off in the other direction. Jackieboy even let the one he was holding up so that they could make a break for it, laughing as they ran.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before messin’ with Jackieboy Man’s city!” he declared to their retreating backs before turning to the young lady behind him. “How are ya lass?”

The girl, who was perhaps a little younger than Jackieboy had initially looked, shot him a grateful, if somewhat watery smile as what had almost happened sank in.

“Thank you,” she half choked, surprised at how much she was affected by the whole thing.

“Alright lass,” Jackieboy crouched slightly so that he was at the same level. “Yer gonna be alright,” he offered his hand. “Let’s get ya outta this alley, huh?”

The girl nodded, gently taking his hand and following him back to the main street.

“I’ve gotta get back to ta work. Ya gonna be okay from here?” he asked, and the girl nodded, smiling wider now.

“Thanks again!” she called as she began to walk away, and Jackieboy disappeared back into the alley to get back up to a bird’s eye view.

 Jackieboy Man yawned from his post, walking around to ease up the stiffness in his limbs. Dawn was almost here and it had been a mostly uneventful night. There had been that mugging, then only one attempted hold up at a general store, but the police had gotten to that before him. That had been okay, Jackieboy wasn’t exactly a fan of being shot.

The sun was starting to wake up, and while Jackieboy Man usually waited until it was properly light before finishing, he was tempted to call it an early night.

As the thought crossed his mind, he heard a scream.

“Sod’s Law,” he sighed, half joking to himself. He loved his work really.

He turned in the direction of the scream and did a preliminary scan with x-ray vision before making his way over with a sigh. Not an emergency this time, but he’d better get over there before people started screaming about the zombie apocalypse.

It didn’t take him long to get down to street level and get to where the commotion was. He still had to fight through the fleeing crowd, but usually the bright red suit was enough to get people to move out of the way.

“Robbie! Robbie!” the superhero called out, trying to catch the zombie’s attention before he wandered off. This happened at least once a month, but thankfully no one had panicked too much about it. Yet.

“Robbie!” Jackieboy had found him, and made a mistake of grabbing the zombie’s arm. It almost detached from his shoulder and Jackieboy let go, trying to clamp on the shudder of disgust. Thankfully it got Robbie’s attention, and purple and white striped jumper wearing zombie turned to face the superhero, face splitting into a grin, gurgling in glee.

He couldn’t quite talk, but that didn’t always stop him from trying.

“Robbie, what are ya doing out and about at this hour?”

Robbie went into thought before his mouth began moving sluggishly to try and form a word. It seemed like it began with J, so Jackieboy took it to be his own moniker.

“Yes, yes, it’s me. Jackieboy Man Look, let’s get ya to Schneep to fix up that arm o’ yours.”

There was some confusion on the zombie’s face, but Jackieboy Man steered him in the direction of Schneep’s apartment. This early in the morning, it was going to be fun.

The lift binged once it reached the appropriate floor, and Robbie got out himself, recognising where he was and where he needed to go. His arm was now hanging limply in his jumper, only held roughly in place by the material, although it didn’t seem to bother him.

This early in the morning, Jackieboy didn’t bother with ringing the doorbell or knocking on the door, Scheep either wouldn’t open up or threaten to kill him, maybe both. So Jackieboy lifted up the half dead potted plant and pulled out the spare key. He then rolled his eyes at Robbie.

“I keep tellin’ ‘im to put it somewhere safer.”

Robbie grunted in what could be taken as agreement and Jackieboy opened the door, revealing the dark apartment. Robbie shambled in while Jackieboy found the light switch and he closed the door behind him.

Robbie got himself settled in Schneep’s office/makeshift surgery while Jackieboy made his way to the kitchen. He knew better than to get Schneep to do anything without a strong cup of coffee, and frankly, he needed one too.

The noise of the coffee machine roused Schneep from his room, making the German stumble half blindly into the kitchen.

“... Vhat are you doing here?” he groused before Jackieboy handed him a steaming mug of coffee.

“I’m not answering that until ya drink yer coffee.”

Scheep grumbled under his breath before taking a long swig of joe, Jackieboy sipping his more cautiously.

“At least you are not bleeding all over my kitchen,” Schneep commented. “Again.”

“Quiet night,” Jackieboy shrugged before taking a swig of coffee. It was relaxing around Schneep, when he wasn’t feeling murderous; he didn’t expect Jackieboy to have his usual swagger.

“You did not answer my question though,” Scheep put his empty mug on the counter and quickly reached for the machine to get another mug. “Vhy are you here?”

“Robbie’s arm’s come off. He’s in your office.”

Scheep sighed heavily and pressed his forehead against the coffee machine as it did it’s work, not moving until he had another mug of fuel ready to go.

“It is too early for zis,” he took his mug and left the kitchen Jackieboy following behind. Schneep was good, but this early in the morning, he wanted to make sure that he didn’t try to send Robbie back to whence he came.

Unlikely, admittedly, but the good doctor was a little, unpredictable, first thing in the morning.

Robbie grinned as Schneep and Jackieboy entered, seemingly oblivious to the doctor’s mood.

“You do not have to vatch me,” Scheep complained as he prepared his equipment. “It is not like I can kill him twice.”

“I’ve got nowhere else to be yet,” Jackieboy took another swig from his coffee and Schneep rolled his eyes before getting to work. Robbie’s jumper was off, revealing greying, half falling off bits of torso.

“Marvin hasn’t been keeping that spell up to date, has he?” Jackieboy asked Robbie, who shook his head.

“He has been doing some training,” Schneep informed, starting work on the stitching. “Zat is vhy Robbie is vith me.”

“Right,” Jackieboy looked at his now empty mug of coffee, debating whether to get another one.

“Go home Jay,” Scheep sighed, startling Jackieboy for a second. “You have been up all night, and ein coffee is not going to help you. Go home, sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak!” Jackieboy declared, smirking at the doctor’s back.

“Keep that up and you’ll be deader zhan Robbie. Go home Jay, I have zis in hand.”

“Alright doc,” Jackieboy forced back a yawn before getting up and putting the mug back in the kitchen. He debated washing it up, but decided to follow the doctor’s orders.

 A few hours later, Jay O’Loughlin was jolted awake by his alarm and with a groan rolled over and slammed his hand on the snooze button, shutting it off.

He then opened his eyes, blinking blearily at the digital display, before groaning again and sitting up. He grabbed his glasses and shoved them on his face before properly getting out of bed.

It was daytime, therefore, he was not Jackieboy Man, defender of the innocent and hero to all. He was Jay O’Loughlin, programmer and coder. Not as interesting, but that was okay, it wasn’t especially difficult, and it provided excellent means to do something else hero related.

As he made himself breakfast his eyes drifted to the phone, but first...

He grabbed the landline and dialled a familiar number, the same number he had dialled every morning for nearly half a year now.

“ello? Angus ‘ere.”

“Hey Angus, it’s Jay.”

“Oh, hey Jay, nothin’ ta report?” asked the Australian, slowly turning back to Irish, accented voice on the other end.

“Nope, nothing with you?”

“Zip. Chase is doin’ alright.”

“Good,” Jay poured himself some coffee, and after a thought, some fruit juice to balance it out. “I’ll come down when I have time.”

“Sure ya will mister superhero,” Angus chuckled. “I’m guessin yer still too busy to keep an eye on Chase?”

“Yeah, sorry bro.”

“I’m going crazy! I love him and all, but the kid does not wanna go outside, ever! I might end up killin’ ‘im myself!”

“We both know ya won’t do that,” Jay reminded him, taking a bite of toast. “And we both know why you’re the one lookin’ after him.”

“I know, I know. Catch ya later.”

“See ya,” Jay hung up and put the phone back in its dock, toast still hanging from his mouth. He got a glance at the time and cursed. He needed to go soon, and he wasn’t even properly dressed yet!

Ten minutes later Jay burst out of his front door, laptop bag on his back and dressed in slacks and a button up shirt. Running a hand through dark brown, half heartedly brushed hair he began to power walk to his place of work, trying not to appear too rushed.

As he passed the nearest coffee shop and paused, certain he’d seen something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Six months ago, he’d have brushed that off, now, it sent shudders down his spine. It might have been nothing, it might have been his sleep deprived, caffeine hyped brain playing tricks on him, but he knew better than to ignore it entirely.

Shaking his head, he walked on. He needed to get to work.

A/N

So, quick explanation, Sean doesn’t exist in this universe. Also I don’t think there‘s a civilian name for Jackieboy Man, and I didn’t want it to be Sean McLoughlin, so I went for a similar surname (I actually knew someone with that surname) and a first name that just fit. I don’t know if Angus has a canon surname, if he does, too bad. (Fun fact, I looked at an Irish surname website and it claimed that ‘McLoughlin’ means ‘Viking’. Don’t know how accurate this is, but it’s a fun idea)

Jackieboyman’s powers I got from the wiki, I don’t have the patience to trawl through the videos he’s in to try and analyse the character. In fact, nearly all of these characters are my own interpretation of them.

Finally, there are 12 chapters plus epilogue. Not all the chapters are the same length, I did try, but it didn’t always fit with what was happening in the story.

I think that’s it, this is my first time posting a story on this site, so I’m going off of other story formats that I’ve seen here. If there’s any questions, you know where to go.

[whyldkratts]

for the ask meme: all of them, but if thats too much maybe just the last 10?

Sorry for the long post aaaa1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? [I bought lottery tickets bc I was in texas and they’re not legal where I live and the cashier at the gas station didn’t even ask for my id. I tried to show him and he just shook his head and let me go???? He didnt even care wtf]2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? [Nah]3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? [Yea a little bit. I mean if it was just occasionally that’s probably fine? But a lot of my family has fucked up their entire lives with drugs so anything like that is iffy for me. It depends on how often they smoke ultimately]4: Do you find it easy to trust others? [I’d say yeah, probably. As long as you don’t fuck me over or guilt me within the first few weeks of knowing me id probably feel comfortable messaging you if I needed someone to talk to]5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? [Scrolling Tumblr]6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? [Probably my irl bffs lindy and raven!]7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? [Dump them. Adios fucker. I hope they’re happy with whoever they cheated on me with]8: Are you close with your dad? [Yeah I’d say so? I love him and he usually let’s me do my thing]9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? [Nah]10: What are you listening to? [Run by hozier]11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? [Sweet tea!!!! I’m from the south baby]12: Do you like hickeys? [Never has one so I don’t know!]13: What time do you go to bed? [Uhhhhhh 5am?]14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? [My siblings.]15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? [Nope I fuck up spelling a lot and have to go back and fix it no matter how many hands I’m typing with]16: Do you always answer your texts? [I try!! Unless I’m emotionally tired or forget]17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? [No. She’s my best friend now, actually]18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? [LIKE 3 MINUTES AGO I was complaining about how long it car ride home is]19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? [My irlbest friends, the cars discord chat I’m in, and a lot of my wk friends]20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? [I was writing ducktales fanfiction in my head]21: Is anyone else in the room with you? [I’m in a car with my mom for the next uhhh 7 hours?]22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? [Karmas a bitch]23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? [I was visiting family in Indiana, so yea probably? Tho I am pretty happy now too]24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? [Sometimes, with my old pal cat. She did some bad things so I stopped talking to her, but sometimes I want to catch up and see how she’s doing.]25: In the past week, have you cried? [YEAH over a darkwing duck episode]26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? [Grey. It has Mickey mouse on it!]27: Do people ever call you by your last name? [Noooope]28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? [I wouldn’t know]29: Do you have a best friend? [YEAH everyone in the cars discord and raven and lindy]30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? [No it was my great grandma lol]31: Who was your last call/text message from? [Call: red cross asking for my blood. Text: raven saying “dang”]32: Are you mad at anyone? [Not really? I don’t get angry very easily at all]33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? [When I was a freshman I was dating a junior]34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? [My great grandma! 88 I think]35: How many more days until your birthday? [LIKE a whole entire year. August 2nd]36: Do you have any summer plans yet? [Help my friend after her spine surgery p much. Visit family around the 4th of july]37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? [I have tons of girl friends!! All my best friends are girls (except em but they’re a good friend still!!!)]38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? [Lindy doesn’t know I’m trans]39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? [Uhhhhhhhhhhh next question]40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? [I try not to regret things like that]41: Do you think age matters in relationships? [UH YEAH?? An adult dating a minor ain’t my deallll]42: Are you available? [Lmfao yeah but don’t hold your breath I’m awful at relationships]43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? [My ex and bff dksdkdiajsai kill Me. I’ve had small crushes but I don’t rly let them grow too much if I realize they’re poppin up]44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? [Septum]45: Do you believe exes can be friends? [Yeah!!!!! I just reconnected with my ex from freshmen year and he’s cool]46: Do you regret anything? [Times where my mouth moved before my head could think and I hurt someone I cared about. Times where I didn’t listen. Times where I hesitated. But the past is a different country, and I try not to waste the present lamenting what I could’ve done.]47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? [Home. And the mistakes I’ve made.]48: Did you ever lose a best friend? [Yeah. She moved away and we just… talked less, and less, and less.]49: Was your last kiss a mistake? [Nah it was my great grandma]50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? [They have a bf and also dont like me plus im unlovable and bad at relationships and feelings *shrug emoji* the other person I’m interested in lives too far away and also doesn’t like me like that]51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? [Twas my gg and probably when I was a baby]52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? [All these last kiss ones are so angsty and sad and it was literally my grandma 5 hours ago I’m laughing]53: What was the last thing you ate? [McDonald’s French fries!!!!!]54: Did you get any compliments today? [Nah I’m in my road trip attire so I look like a mess]55: Where are you going on your next vacation? [New Orleans in October for voodoo fest!! Gonna see the foo fighters B)]56: Do you own anything from other countries?[I think I have Canadian money somewhere…]57: Are most of your friend guys or girls?[girls!!]58: Where have you lived most of your life?[Sweet Home Alabama]59: When was the last time you took a long drive?[DOING IT RN!!!!! 13 HOURS]60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?[yea but it was like, mashed up with truth or dare. Instead of kissing we asked them truth or dare]61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?[nah I’m pretty mild]62: Who do you text the most?[raven probably? Or max]63: What was the last movie you saw?[spirited away I think??? First time I ever saw it]64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?[I’m single, don’t remind me :P]65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?[I was 12 and right smack dab in the middle of my ugly awkward phase (thays still going on today!) So I had none lmao]66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?[nah]67: Do you curse around your parents?[GOOD LORD NO]68: Are you happy with where you live?[I? Hate Alabama. My city is okay but I want to move somewhere nicer]69: Picture of yourself? [I have a selfie tag. I would upload but I’m lazy. Maybe if I find a pic I like later I will]70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?[polyamory All the wayy!!!!! But monogamy is cool too]71: Have you ever been dumped?[probably in elementary school but I don’t remember? I usually am the one to end it bc I get freaked out and skittish around people genuinely caring about me so I break it up before they’re disappointed]72: What do you most like about making out?[being comfortable and close enough with someone to do it.]73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?[yup!]74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?[depends? I’ve asked to kiss someone and I’ve been asked equal amounts.]75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?[eyes? Idk there’s a lot that goes into finding someone attractive it’s hard to narrow it down]76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?[my mom]77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?[virgin]78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?[virgin]79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?[Any cartoon character I’m currently hyperfixated on]80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?[yes. But i would go slow and I wouldn’t want to meet their child until we were both sure this was something we wanted long term.]81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?[no its usually me? Wait i take that back!! One girl did while I was in hs but I’m pretty sure she only did it bc she just figured out her sexuality and I was queer and there.]82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?[nope I bottle that shit up!!!! But if it’s a long standing crush I’ll tell a few people eventually]83: Do you miss your last sweetie?[No.]84: Last time you slow danced with someone?[my friend Franklin at prom. We pretended to be spies on a mission forced to act casual as we scoped out potential enemies]85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?[??? Don’t like the skeptical quote marks. I’ve been in long distance relationships before, yes.]86: How can I win your heart?[just like…… be nice to me, ever, and I’m into it. Talk about things you like, ask me about things I like, try and get into/understand my interests and I’ll do the same?? Don’t make fun of me and don’t belittle my interests. The bar is low]87: What is your astrological sign?[leo]88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?[sleeping]89: Do you cook?[pasta!!!!!!!]90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?[yeah!!! 3 years of no talking and I reconnected with max recently]91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?[uh it’s complicated. Yes but idk if I’m in a good place for a relationship. I haven’t even begun to transition at all.]92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?[you say that like I could get multiple people to date me]93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?[nice dress style?? Glasses are good too. Idk questions like this are hard augh]94: Name four things that you wish you had![money, a job, plush darkwing duck toy, a car]95: Are you a player?[no]96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?[nooooope]97: Are you a tease?[hahahahaha no]98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?[nope!!! Not yet]99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?[maybe. But I don’t think you can love someone too deeply who doesn’t love you back]100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?[sure, plenty]101: Hugs or Kisses?[both??? Both is good]102: Are you too shy to ask someone out?[It’s Not shyness, it’s rejection I have a problem with]103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?[girls are pretty]104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?[Yeah I guess]105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?[If it was an open relationship and everyone knew the situation, then yea prob?? If not, then no.]106: Do you flirt a lot?[not really]107: Your last kiss?[my grandmaaaaa]108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?[not in a romantic way]109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month?[not in a romantic way]110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be?[next question]111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next?[nope!! It’s a hopefully nice surprise for future me]112: Does someone like you currently?[probably not lol but ive got no idea!!]113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone?[sure]114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?[I want to fall in love.]115: Ever made out with just a friend?[yeah]116: Are you happier single or in a relationship?[in a relationship I think?]117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.[just send me an ask and ill answer it]

This got a bit of self hatred dashed in there whoops sorry!!!