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sparklingsin · 2 years

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— say you want me too | robin buckley

+ robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: "are you really that oblivious?" in which robin thinks the reader is straight, when she's definitely not. [requested by @taylorsmylover]

tags: just fluff, getting together, robin pov, confident reader

a/n: first robin fic! i love her sm. yes, this fic is inspired by that popular girl applying makeup on another girl meme. hope you enjoy reading it! feedback is appreciated. <3

Robin thumps her head against the side of the giant shelf. A couple of tapes come tumbling down from the top and Steve, who had been casually leaning against the opposite wall, scowls at her in distaste.

"Ugh. I wish she would look at me like that," Robin whisper-sings, feigning ignorance about the tapes. Her gaze is hooked on you, talking to a random blond, leaning casually across the counter. Your lips are stretched into a toothy smile and Robin can't help but think you might be in the middle of flirting.

Steve groans loudly, moving to pick up the fallen tapes.

"Jesus Christ, this again. She does, Robs! You're just never looking at her when she is."

Robin watches as you laugh coyly at something the guy says.

"She likes guys, Steve," Robin says, like a mantra at this point, trying to get herself to move on. You like guys. You like guys. You like guys. Boys. Men. Not girls. Not women.

Certainly not her.

"So? She could like girls too," Steve argues. The pile of tapes in his hand is high but Robin makes no effort to help.

"Ya know, she's always wearing that shirt you complimented that one time."

So not true. But, admittedly, you are wearing it right now. It's a bright orange top, with faded hems and a slightly scandalous neckline but Robin loves how it brings out your eyes.

God, you're biting your lip now and Robin has never felt such privation before.

"Shut up," she mumbles, spellbound by your laughter. "It's just coincidence. Happenstance. Yesterday, she was wearing that pink dress that makes her look like a pr—"

"Yeah, yeah we know you're in love but then explain why she made a face when you asked if I could tag along for your night out?" Steve questions and Robin opens her mouth before shutting it in response.

Steve smiles smugly. Too soon.

"Maybe she doesn't like you. Lot of people don't like you, you ever think about that, huh, Harrington?" Robin disses and the smirk on Steve's mouth fades.

"Well. You like me," he counters.

Robin shrugs, turning back to look at you once more. You're patting the dude's shoulder and ugly, ugly envy trickles down her chest.

"Anyway," Steve hisses, "She made a face 'cause she wanted it to be just the two of you. Take a fucking hint."

Robin doesn't have time to respond, because the blond man has already left and you're now making a beeline right to her.

"Hey Robin, Steve," you say, still smiling cheerfully. Much like the radiant sun, your presence warms her skin. Robin can feel her body start to tingle like it has been doing lately, every time you are in her vicinity.

"So... I just wanted to ask if we're on for tonight still?" you ask, looking in between them both and Steve turns to Robin, waiting for her to answer.

Robin's lips seem to be sealed shut and Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah w—"

"A-about that," Robin shuts him off loudly, suddenly finding her voice, and you blink back, surprised. "Sorry— er, Steve's not going to be able to make it actually," she continues, lowering her voice and wringing her hands.

"I'm not?" Steve asks just as you say, "He's not?" and you look between the two of them again, clearly confused.

Robin and Steve exchange quick glances. He sighs, something passing over his features.

"I'm not, yeah— I've got this... thing—" Robin shoots him a look, "I've got to babysit my kid's sister— er I mean my sister's kid. So I won't be able to come, sorry."

You look between the two of them, before shaking your head slowly.

"Um, sure okay," you say pressing your lips into a thin line and then turn to Robin. "I'll see you at my place at eight then?"

Robin nods, smiling in a way that she hopes isn't creepy but the look on your face says otherwise. You nod then, excusing yourself from the two of them.

Only once you leave does Robin realise that she'd been holding her breath all this while and lets go, sagging against the shelf.

"My kid's sister, Steve?" she asks wearily.

Her best friend makes a face at her. "So I fumbled. Big deal. I was just taken aback. A little heads up would be nice next time," he replies defensively.

Robin drags her hands down her face in exasperation.

Maybe they really are fated to be alone forever.

"But— you don't even have a sister!"

***

It is entirely plausible that Robin's a little too obsessed with you for her own good. She spends half an hour solely on deciding what to wear, settling on black jeans and a tank top in the end; fifteen minutes doing her hair only to get frustrated and let it down as is and then another ten minutes outside your door, scouting for the courage to ring the doorbell.

All the dilly-dallying proves to be worth it, however, because she's finally in your room, sitting on your bed as you stand beside it, hands on hips and deep in thought. You're wearing a cute crop top that says "Filthy Animal" over teeny jeans shorts, your lipstick a shade of red that she can't help but think would look lovely on her own skin.

Now, maybe, Robin is setting herself up to get a massive heartbreak when she (inevitably) finds out that you're not into her but that doesn't mean she's going to think rationally and pass up on the opportunity to hang out with you.

It simply isn't her style.

"I think this is closer to your style," you say, handing her a black dress with long bell sleeves. Robin does think it's pretty but she's never worn anything other than jeans and overalls before.

"You really think this'll fit me?" she asks.

"My sister's the same size as you, hon'. It's gunna fit."

Robin shrugs, rising to stand up from the bed.

"Wait!" you shout, gently shoving her shoulder to stop her from getting up.

"Not that you don't look absolutely beautiful without it," you say nonchalantly, reaching for a large box on your dressing table, "I really want to do your make-up."

Robin only absently agrees to the last part because her brain stopped listening the moment you called her absolutely beautiful. Beautiful. You called Robin beautiful.

Her brain barely catches up from it's derailing before you're whipping out foundation and brushes and Robin has to shake herself to the present.

"Whoa, whoa. I've never done this before," she says and a grin tugs at your lips that makes her insides warm.

"I'd pictured you saying that in a different setting, but we'll make do," you quip and Robin's brain just about shuts down. For the first time in ever, Robin can't think of words. Whatever the hell do you even mean? Did she hear you right?

"Okay. Why don't you lean back down so I can do your eye make up better?"

Robin's brain is having a hard time coping with everything that's happening. Her hands pushes her back onto your bed on their own accord, resting half her back and head on a pillow. She watches, with bated breath, as you climb onto the bed and crawl over her. You place your knees on either side of her, brushes in hand and lean over.

You're just barely hovering over her, not quite sitting, but Robin just about dies. You pick the eye-shadow with the brush and softly ask her to close her eyes.

Robin thinks she might combust.

Your warm breath fans her face as you gently dab the powder onto her eyelids, painting out the corners and the outer wing.

"What do you think about red?" you ask, voice lower than usual and Robin struggles to figure out what you're talking about.

"Like, the color?"

You chuckle. "Yeah, the color."

"I like it. It's the color of so many of my favorite things. Steve's car, a bag I bought in high-school, this old book I have from when I was a child. My mom's purse, the color of your lipstick and—" she bites her lip.

It was better when she didn't have words to say.

You continue to dab the eye-shadow on the other eye. Robin thinks this might be where you might call everything off, you might end your friendship with her.

"You like the color of my lipstick?"

Something faint blooms in Robin's chest. A wet tip presses against her eyelid— eye-liner.

"Yeah, it's— it's uh. It's a pretty shade." Looks good on you, Robin wants to add but the words die in her throat.

You brush her cheeks with what she assumes is the blush.

"Would you like me to apply it on you?"

That something fizzles and fades away in her chest.

"Sure," she agrees, heart folding in on itself tighter than she'd expected.

"All done," you say and Robin opens her eyes. You're still looming over her, lower lip tucked in between your teeth, as your eyes skim over her face.

She feels hot everywhere all of a sudden and hyper aware that you're leaning so close, hovering right above her stomach.

"Should I get changed, then?" she asks, when two minutes later you're still looking at her and have said nothing.

Her words seem to jolt you and you hop off of her, which immediately makes Robin feel cold all over.

"Oops, yeah. You can change in the bathroom," you say, pointing to the door opposite to you.

In the bathroom, she has to take a second to calm her racing heart. Having your crush sit on top of you like it's nothing... well, it's not nothing. And all those things you said about her being pretty and the double entendre— did you do that with all your female friends?

Robin knows she's going to get hurt. That somethings are simply too good to be true and her good might downright be unachievable. And yet, she tries the dress and it slips on like a glove. It is an almost perfect fit, the sleeves flowing down her long arms nicely, the hem falling down to her mid thighs.

You've given her almost silver, glittery eye-shadow and a lipstick that isn't the red you had been talking about. She looks almost like her natural self, save for the glittery eye-lids and flowy dress. But it isn't too uncomfortable, she thinks she might even look good. Checking herself out in the mirror one last time, she takes a deep breath and steps out.

"Tada!" she says nervously, drawing your attention since you have your back to her.

Robin thinks she imagines it but your jaw almost drops.

She begins to fiddle with the hem of her sleeves.

"Thanks for not putting on too much of the make-up, I'm just not used to it haha. And the dress," she pats down her thighs, "it's almost perfect, I might have to come over and borrow more of your sister's clothes because, well, even though this is, perhaps, the opposite of my style— I do kind of like it and—" she stops when she sees a smile creep up your face.

"What?"

"You're adorable," you say, stepping closer.

Robin feels heat creep up her cheeks. She rubs her neck nervously.

"Thanks."

"And shit," you say, stepping closer, until you're inches from her face. Your gaze definitely dips to her lips and back up, something dark flickering in your eyes.

Robin forgets how to breathe.

"You look so incredibly hot in this outfit," you say casually and all blood rushes to Robin's face. You're standing so close, gaze fixated on her face, skimming over her features like you can't get enough to look.

For the millionth time that night, Robin finds herself at a loss for words. It's like her tongue ties itself in your presence.

"You always look hot." You're whispering now.

"Robin Buckley—" you begin, stepping impossibly close, breath hot on her face. Heat flashes through her, tendrils of a tigngling sensation snaking all across her body.

"— You drive me insane."

All thoughts evaporate from Robin's head, leaving a bubbling mass of one surviving question.

"You... like me? Like that?" she says, before she can stop herself but she's stunned by your words to care.

You chuckle, that pretty laugh that stings Robin's heart in all the right places. You step closer and your hand finds it's way to her waist. Her breath hitches in her throat.

"Are you really that oblivious?"

And then, you're tilting your face and kissing her, a gentle brush at first that makes the ground slip from beneath her feet. The mere contact of your cheery red lips sends her head spinning. Your hands card through her hair then, cupping her jaw and pulling her further in this time.

The kiss presses deep into her body, lips moving against hers with fervour once she overcomes the initial shock. It's nothing like she's ever experienced — a hot want travels through her being when you push your bodies closer.

When you have to inevitably come up for air, the first thing Robin notices is that your lipstick is smudged all over your face.

It's the most incredible thing she has ever seen.

You pull her in again, biting your lip devilishly and looking up at her with half-lidded eyes that make her chest do flips.

"My lipstick looks so much better on you."

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fluff #stranger things x you #robin buckley hc #robin buckley fic #mywriting*#mywriting

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shopcat · 1 year

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your tags on that drafted post are very true because with the exception of two or three people who make actual good content i can't really get into steddie like so much of the fandom turns them into completely unrecognizable people to hit certain popular tropes that they would never fit into in the first place

HONESTLY like i wish i was a very concise articulate person bc i... have genuine love for this show :) it's my special interest even. and i love steddie in particular too but a large amount of the fanbase are some of the... most monstrous sewer people i've ever encountered in my life. lol. and i struggle to have the two things coexist bc i'm going to see this shit regardless and like yeah i accept it but it's frustrating and upsetting because the nature of the issues this fanbase has are that they are something i think that NEED to be addressed and talked about, at large, because it is the normalisation that gives it credence... it should not be normal!!! it should be pointed out and ERADICATED or at the very least able to be identified without the automatic knee-jerk of "but no harm was meant so it's okay!!!"...

and this essentially never will happen unless about 200k people get personality transplants overnight or people do some serious like, genuine thought into the fact that they are profiting off of bigotry and reinforcing insane, harmful mindsets all in one foul swoop all for the name of the ever churning Content Machine... -_- because it has been bred into the very structure of what people enjoy in "fandom" and THIS one in particular imo

like all fandoms have issues sure which is why i dislike the culture as a whole i am a Fan i am not in Fandom. but specifically in regards to the steddie fanbase i think there is a serious problem with lack of critical thought, a steadily popularising concept of "positivity first" attitudes which while technically commendable ends up sweeping aside people trying to point out bigotry and real issues and the refusal to engage with the concept of, very basically, having compassion for others?

which sounds like on the surface something very EASY and inherent to the human psyche, and you might be like "what are you even talking about i haven't seen that at all" and like okay, cool, but the way people will like just, for example, bastardise things like disabilities for content, the DEEPLY CONCERNING rise of trans fetishism, the countless and innumerable examples of very basic homophobic thought structures like steve is the Sub Feminine "Girl" and eddie is the Dom Coolguy "Man" that is veryyy rarely ever handled appropriately even if you ARE into the whole bdsm dynamic thing, the continued, misinformed dehumanisation of addicts or people in poverty, the incredibly... strange lack of INtolerance for supporters of the character that has become a very obvious dogwhistle for "i do not think racism is serious, and absolve abuse alongside", the exploitation of trauma or otherwise REAL LIFE issues and identities for... headcanon posts is NOT NORMAL. and this is so prevalent and only a FEW of the issues i've come across!!!

like ugh these are not opinion based things and that's where the frustration comes from i think. i don't think a differing opinion should be something that determines whether you respect marginalised communities, or to want to deliver to your utmost of ability something like KINDNESS and THOUGHTFULNESS. i think a differing opinion is "i like ro/ckie you like ro/nance". mass produced fandom content made entirely for people to hit like on with very little actual substance behind it is not the end of the world but it is it's enormity and pervasiveness that. annoy me. also it's weird that i lost followers today because i told people to not ship a 16 year old boy with a 20 year old man. Shit Like That.

also just bc i think this might end up in tags i will clarify i don't think this is something... unable to be moved forward with and it is not an attack against people's like, values...? i am all for actually just having fun and being a fan of something is literally about liking it but when the stuff you like is harmful even if its unintentional i don't think it's a bad idea to take a step back. or even just like. start talking about it without immediately deciding that No It's Fine 😭 like i said i think some of the entire problem is that people don't want to engage with this which is also technically fine and a lot of people don't feel it's their place which like, sure, but also the bare minimum of interacting with other human beings is "am i being respectful could i potentially be NOT being respectful" and if you're unsure then i dunno. think about it... 😭 it is also especially frustrating for me when stuff that's just harmful is hailed as transgressive and innovative and cool and therefore no criticism constructive or otherwise can come of it.

#asks #LOL okay well. you get the nice version of that breakdown now #the actual breakdown was so mean <3 #sts #anyway. i agree...#i also think a lot of ppl would benefit from just relaxing tbh #like form ur own community and have fun u dont have to reblog every single post ever. unless u want to or whatever #like u can just have fun on ur own blogs w ur friends n mutuals Best way to consume things imo. niches!!!!#like i think fandom likes to label itself as one big community and i mean suuure but u can have that by urself too

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shares-a-vest · 9 months

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"Claudia Henderson to the Rescue" for the wip title tag game?

Thanks for the ask Momo 💖

I feel like I've written myself into a bit of a corner with this one. Orrr I might be overthinking it way too much.

This fic is an expansion of a ficlet I wrote about Wayne and Claudia discussing Steve moving in with the Hendersons. At the time I felt like I was drafting a bunch of things that could all be part of one story and the reception to that ficlet and comments encouraged me to go ahead with pursuing a single story.

BUT because I'm choosing to switch POV's throughout, I'm finding each part to be really varying in word length. At least that's what I'm blaming it on. Eg. Eddie's and Steve's povs are quite long as I'm more confident in writing their voices as opposed to a character like Claudia.

Plus I think I should return to Steve's POV throughout because the story is ultimately about him and I don't want it to read like everyone is telling him what to do. And that is just making it all longer. Like it feels long-winded for about half of it but then tapers off??? Ugh idk.

A snippet (from Steve's POV):

“Alright, alright!” Steve bellows as he jogs to the front door, “Hold your horses!” The knocking is incessant and admittedly, loud enough for him to hear from the laundry room. It makes sense though, when he reaches the door and spots the flat-top haircut next to a shorter person donning orange-red pigtails through the glass pane. “What?” he spits as he opens the door, greeted with a pair of far too-sweet smiles from Lucas and Max. “Just visiting,” Lucas chimes as Max promptly elbows him in the stomach hard enough that he corrects himself with a spluttering, “Ouch – uh, I mean… We need to talk.” Before Steve has time to respond, Max pushes inside past him, scraping her skateboard on the door as she goes. She dumps it in the foyer, letting the thing roll until it hits the skirting board, bouncing back and into it again. If his parents showed any indication of actually coming back to Hawkins, he’d be worried about the eggshell paint chipping. But considering how unlikely their reappearance seems (at least right now), he is far more concerned about the young duo sitting themselves down on the living room couch, moving in perfect sync as they look up at him with a level of seriousness they reserve only for meddling. “Yes?” he says, placing his hands on his hips and steadfastly refusing to sit down. He doesn’t have time, anyway. He needs to be at work in twenty minutes. “Everyone is conspiring, y’know?” Max smirks. Lucas nods, tight-lipped and bouncing his leg like he is about to burst. But honestly? Steve trusts him the most. “About what?” he asks, looking directly at the boy. “How could you not tell me about Eddie!” Lucas blurts out, practically shouting.

Ask me about my WIP folder

#lily anwers #writing wip #momotonescreaming #i don't know what to do about the problems i'm having with this fic??? gahhh #with my own writing i start to feel like a lengthy fic (for me) gets long-winded and not good 😒

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nikkeisimmer · 2 years

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Brianna's OC Tag Interview (Brianna is River and Haruo’s daughter from the original Legacy)

1. What is your name?

I'm Brianna Chikamori

2. Do you know why you were named that?

My parents named me. I did a little name etymology and well, since my heritage is partly Irish and Japanese. My father is Japanese-Canadian and my mother is Irish-Canadian. My name evidently means strong.

3. Single or taken?

I'm currently single, and until I get my university degree, I'm not looking.

4. Stop being a Mary Sue!

I have no idea what you're going on about.

5. What’s your eye color?

I was lucky enough to get my Mom's eye color; not that I have anything against my dad's eyecolor, but well, green eyes are considered unusual.

6. How about hair color?

Red, what can I say? Genetics. Go figure.

7. Have you got any family members?

Heaps and heaps. Aunt Cait just had two kids so I have cousins, And I have 2 brothers and a younger sister.

8. Oh, how about pets?

No, but I've been bugging Daddy for a dog. He wants a cat.

9. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like

Something? More like someone. That creep next door, Eli Shelley, he's such a dweeb. He calls me up and tells me, "You me...Item?" as If I were his possession. Just becausee we're naighbours doesn't mean I belong to him. UGH!!! He's bought a ticket to Creepsville, because he really gives me the creeps. (phone rings) NO ELI, for the LAST TIME...for the love of God...I'M NOT GOING OUT WITH YOU!!!

10. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Play pool, Paint, Write.

11. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Physically

No, but Eli Shelley is moving up on that list of people I'd like to maim, very quickly (cracks knuckles), Skip Jones is still above him though. I'm still giggling about the time that Grandma Susan punched his lights out.

12. Ever… killed anyone before?

No! What kind of a sim do you think I am? I respect sim-life.

13. What kind of animal are you?

My dad calls me "Mouse'. So embarrassing...

14. Name your worst weaknesses

I want do do everything right and end up spending too much time trying to get things done perfectly. I guess I need to loosen up a little. And well, I have a major addiction to sweets.

15. Do you look up to anyone at all?

My Mom...she grew up with only her mother but she's knitted together a family that has the cohesion of superglue. And I'm glad for that. I want a family just like hers. And I love that my Dad was strong enough that he was able to help Mom be the glue that keeps the entire family together.

16. Are you straight, gay or bisexual?

I lean towards men, if that's what you're talking about.

17. Do you go to school?

I just graduated high-school, my friends thought that I was a keener.and a nerd, but well, the jocks liked me too.

18. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Well, one of these days, provided I meet the right guy although we have two male boarders now and well, that Shig Kanzaki looks pretty nice.

19. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?

I'm only 18, y'know.

20. What are you most afraid of?

Not being able to fulfill my life's ambition fo get to the highest level in the education field, I was just hired on in the field, on recognizance that I'm going to university to get my Bachelor's in Education so I'm hoping to move up really quickly.

21. What do you usually wear?

Oh, anything goes...provided that it's not too revealing (glares at the Watcher, "For heaven's sakes...I'm just a teen, you lech!")

22. What’s one food that tempts you?

I have this unusual hankering for pumpkin pie and if it's in the fridge...

well, I've usually eaten most of it by the next day.

23. Am I annoying you?

Look, I have two brothers that i grew up with. I don't annoy easy.

24. Well, it’s not over!

Still not annoyed. Try harder.

25. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?

I think classes are an out-dated socio-economic construct.

26. How many friends do you have?

My family...that's all...I was such a "get home, do homework quickly so I can paint" kind of homebody, so all I needed was the closeness of my family.

27. What are your thoughts on pie?

Hey, if you have any pumpkin pie, I'm game.

28. Favorite drink?

Shhhhh...don't tell my dad I drink. He'll go ballistic. He'll think I'm a lush.

29. What’s your favorite place?

The park...I like nature so I like to spend a lot of time at the park.

30. Are you interested in anyone?

Like I said, Shig Kanzaki is rather muscular and handsome, but don't tell anyone that...or my dad will use his size 12 Dakota Steel-Toes and punt him out the door. My dad can get real mean if anyone tries to hit on Alanna and me. I think it's called "putting the fear of God into any potential suitors" and in my dad's opinion, he's God. The Watcher might have a different opinion.(laughs)

31. That was a stupid question.

No comment.

32. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Oh lake definitely, I don't like jellyfish, I'd swim in our lake at home, but I think someone put crocodiles and sharks in the lake. Thanks to whoever that was /sarcastically/

(Alanna off-camera: "I happen to have also caught a jellyfish at one point")

Oh freakin' great!? Is there anything not potentially deadly in that lake.

(Alanna: "Not that I know of Maybe the death-fish, unless you eat it).

33. What’s your type?

I'm not saying because my dad will kill him.

34. Any fetishes?

Shhhhh... do you want to get me yelled at?

35. Camping or indoors?

I like camping...it't nice to get outdoors. Though of course during the winter, it gets to -40 with windchill, so I'd have to decline camping in winter.

#sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #river mcirish #ts3 #sims 3 storytelling #the chikamori selfacy #river and haruo #sims 3 oc tag #Brianna Chikamori

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dzpenumbra · 8 months

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8/21/23

Ugh, I just tried to take my contacts out because my right eye has been aching, and I got that thing where the contact just stuck to my eye and didn't want to come out... That really sucked.

I don't know why these contacts make my eyes hurt so much. My right eye specifically. Whenever I wear them, at the end of the day my eye is just like... aching in the back. I've had contacts forever and I've never had this problem before... and it's been going on since I got the damn things last summer. I even told the eye doctor about it and she just told me it would take me a bit to get used to them. Welp... it's been over a year... still not used to them...

I finally got to go skating today. It was fucking packed at the skatepark. There were like 15-20 people there pretty much the whole time. I spent a good 20-30 minutes at the beginning just sitting down by a ramp on the ground because it was just so hectic and busy, there didn't feel like there was even room to warm up.

I ended up skating for about 2 and a half hours, until it started to get pretty dark out. I'm exhausted. I landed two new tricks today. I got 50-50 to FS 180 out. I did it pretty slow, because the box is small... so I barely even rolled away... but I landed it. And I landed a flatground manual to shove it. I have never landed that trick before, and I landed it a few times. For some reason, I'm more confident committing to that trick than I am to just a normal shove it. But it has been hard for me to shift my weight properly to land it. 5-0 to shove it is like... one of my favorite tricks on snowskate, so it's kind of a no-brainer that I'd get to the skating equivalent eventually. And I have the same weight shift problem with the snowskate. Although, with a snowskate it's more the problem of having my weight too far back, and with skateboard it's more having my weight too far on my heel edge.

I didn't see anyone I had met before at the park, and I wasn't really feeling too extraverted. I still cheered when people landed cool tricks, despite barely anyone else doing it. I still laughed audibly when people did or said funny things. Like, I participated. But everyone was with their cliques. Except for one guy who was around my age, but light-years better than me skill-wise. And I tried to cheer him on, and we briefly made eye contact a few times, and we skated nearby obstacles for like an hour... but it never turned into a conversation. That's just how it goes sometimes, I guess we were both shy.

By around 7, nearly everyone had left. And some kids came over. And I mean... kids. They were sharing a scooter and just toodling around, and they were asking me questions... and I engaged with them and spoke to them like people, and answered their questions and all that. Then a few more kids came over. Then they started just like... playing tag on the obstacles and just standing around talking on the only obstacle I was skating... the A-frame box I was practicing noseslides on. (I actually started getting much more of my weight on top of them today.) I was super polite and just asked them if they minded moving, because I was skating that and I didn't want them to get hurt. And I think they took it as like... I was yelling at them to leave, and they all scattered. Right... Welp, not my fault, I was way nicer than like... 90% of the people around.

It's surprising how few kids there actually know park etiquette, like... don't sit on obstacles... period... don't just stand around in the middle of the park... keep an eye on the flow of traffic... take note of who is skating which obstacle in your path and time your runs so you don't get in their way... just be aware of where people are in general. Not one of these kids was wearing a helmet or anything and they were just outright oblivious of the multitude of skaters around them. It's a small miracle they didn't get hurt, and not to the fault of the skaters either. Because they'd just drop into a ramp without looking first. They'd just barrel along on a scooter without seeing if the coast was clear first. Just reckless shit. And you know how that ends... some little girl on a scooter breaks her arm because she was being reckless... then the parents sue the fucking town... and then before you know it, everyone has to wear helmets or they just shut the whole park down.

I love how skaters are targeted, as though we are the ones that are going around threatening litigation or something. It's so fucking weird. The number one bullshit made up excuse people use for kicking you out of a spot is "if you get hurt you're going to sue us", it's such a long-standing trope that Andy Schrock put out a shirt that says "I'm not going to sue you, dude." Good lord, it's just... it's never happened in history. The people who will sue? It's the people I ran into today.

One of the kids who was playing in the skatepark was walking back on the sidewalk as I was leaving. I had to pass him and who I assume was his father... and some other guy, they were all walking towards me, facing me. And these people were completely oblivious that a man on a skateboard was coming directly at them, and made zero effort to like... make a little room on the sidewalk. This was to the point where I was legit hitting the brakes on my board because I was afraid I was going to have to get off the board, pick it up and walk around them on the grass. And this was an asphalt path that's much wider than a normal sidewalk. Just... really kinda rude to be walking 3-wide and just... not indicate whatsoever that I'm going to have to change my trajectory.

There was what looked like a middle school baseball game going on or some shit. I guarantee these people were there for that. The third guy finally yielded and I barely had space to squeeze by, I had to fucking weave between them, which was awkward as fuck. And this dude fucking yells super loud right behind me "DO A TRICK". And I had been skating for like 2.5 hours, I'm soaked in sweat, I have headphones in, I have a backpack on with my trick board in it, I'm on a hybrid board that weighs 14 fucking pounds. I get off my board and pick it up so I can go under or around the gate that's blocking the walkway, and I don't even turn around, I just say "I don't do tricks on this board, it's too heavy." And this dude, completely oblivious and now... glaringly obvious to me that he's fuckin drunk as hell... screams "DO A KICKFLIP." (Thanks, The Berrics...) And I just fucking ride away, no look back, nothing. I just put my music back on, get on my board and ride away. And I hear him like... getting upset and talking shit behind me.

Way to ruin my session, man. And for the next two or three blocks, all I could think was... 1). Do NOT yell things at people who are riding skateboards unless it's a goddamn emergency, that is so fucking ridiculously unsafe. 2). This guy, who gets belligerently drunk and starts screaming and shit-talking strangers... in a public park... at a kid's baseball game... in broad daylight... in front of children and families... is considered more of a "contributing member of society" than I am. Because he is likely employed.

And that stormcloud has been hovering over my head since then. The inspiring confidence of landing new tricks? The relief of finally feeling... at home on four-wheels again, feeling natural on a board. It just got completely washed out by that idea that like... I am looked at as a parasite and a leech on society... when I bust my ass for nothing, I get zero appreciation, I get zero compensation, I get zero recognition. I constantly have people claiming they have my best interests in mind gleefully cheering me on every time I get a panic impulse to get any fucking random job off the internet just to get some income coming in and create distance from my parents. And yet when I talk about actually building the career and life that I've been building steadily for several years... my life... they sorta roll their eyes and treat it like a fucking hobby. Like I'm a kid telling them I'm going to be an astronaut someday, and their bitter dream-shattered asses just roll their eyes and go... "yeah... astronaut... welp, don't forget to come up with a plan B..."

It's one thing to give up on your own dreams and settle for something less. It's another to kill someone else's.

And I got all of this... because despite my talents, despite my skills, despite my intelligence and wisdom... I am less of a contributing member to society than some drunk asshole who screams "do a kickflip" at a 36 year old man who was clearly just trying to go home after a long session.

Well, society. You choose. You choose what kind of a culture you are nourishing. And if you just want mindless laborers that have very little awareness that other human beings are even sentient, let alone have their own thoughts, feelings and experiences... keep the bar around there.

I'm a bit upset, if you couldn't tell... XD I just felt like... I felt like I was in high school again or some shit. Like... you really think yelling at a skateboarder to do a trick for you... like they owe that to you or something? If you want to watch tricks, go 25 yards forward and fucking watch them at the skatepark. I'm not some fucking monkey that's here to dance for you. It's really demeaning, and it just really felt like... like I was kinda being mocked. Like... no "hey, how's it going? Can you do any tricks on that thing?" Just "DANCE FOR ME NOW." It just screamed Idiocracy, and it legit scared me. It shook me.

It made me again feel very alien. Very different from all these other people around me. And again, I fear that I'm just... a different breed. That I'm a rare breed - I know that could sound a bit arrogant, but like... I was literally told that, and it's been really hard for me to accept. And I'm afraid I'm just not going to find people like me, because there aren't a lot of us and we're really spread out.

In the hours since I've been home... incredibly tired and a bit sore... I've just been going in and out of moments where I keep thinking... how am I going to make this work? Am I going about this right? Think of it this way... and this is an interesting thought and something not a single fucking therapist or job counselor has talked to me about.

These people think if you just go get some random job, it literally doesn't matter what it is - working at an antique store, working at a vegetarian restaurant, working as a teacher at a community college - that this act alone will benefit the furthering of my art career. This logic chain has not been explained to me whatsoever short of "you might meet someone". Which... feels like a literal dice roll. Like... praying that you're the actress that gets discovered by Nicolas Cage at a fucking coffee shop or something. You really think I'm putting my fate in the hands of random chance to that degree?

So... what I would need to do... if I were to get some job to supplement and move my career forward... I would need to be very intentional about what I choose. Say I want to meet people who could be potential clients, I would need to be around clientele that can afford my pieces. You think I'm going to find someone who is willing to buy a $2000 bird drawing in a fucking community college class? Honestly? Honestly? I don't want to be goddamn rude, but like... BRO. So... if they don't consider the factor of like... who I would be around when I get that job... then they're not really thinking about that at all. Which is literally the only way that my art is connected to that job. PLUS, I would be subtly trying to "hock my shit" while working at a different establishment. You really think that's going to go over well with my boss?

I like the idea of being an artist's assistant. I like the idea of working in a tattoo shop, maybe... depends on the crowd that works there, you know? I don't mind doing jobs that actually put me in a community that might actually be able to afford my shit. Because... people who can afford tattoos have access to money. That shit ain't cheap (unless it's cheap). They also have a passion for art. Being tied into a hippie/new-age community would be ideal... but that gets messy... because die-hard hippies do not have cash... and the midlife crisis housewives may not really show my work the respect it deserves.

I guess my point is... I need to be intentional with my moves, or else I just committed to giving the lion's share of my life and labor away in exchange exclusively for money... with zero plan of how to move forward with my art. That's a big net loss.

I'm talking about my art a lot. Because I'm kinda teetering on an existential crisis with it again. I swear, every time I look at Instagram and see my art... I just go "dude, wow, I forgot how good that is. Fuck you, Depression, that came out really good." And then like a day or two later... "I can't draw shit, I'm not good enough, what's the point." I swear, so many artists deal with this. It really sucks.

I've been chomping at the bit to talk about my art and where it's going for like 3 consecutive journals now... at least. I've literally been stopping myself from talking about work. I just... I wish I was exaggerating... I think I'm the only person in the world who thinks I can make this work. I can make pretty cool jewelry, I'd really like to carve stone and wood pendants, amulets, talismans, that kinda shit, like centerpieces for a necklace. I can work with ink, pencil, colored pencil, paint, you name it. I really like this clothing tattoo idea, I really feel like it could go somewhere. And I also do fine art stuff too, and am willing to stream the entire process. And I can give individual lessons from complete beginner level to some pretty advanced techniques, not just with several mediums of art... but with several instruments for music lessons, too. And I'd like to get back into carving walking sticks, I enjoyed that a lot. And again, I would really like to get into doing tarot readings. I can do a lot of shit. It's really hard to believe with all of that on the menu... that none of it is of value.

I don't think anyone else I've met in a support role actually believes that someone can earn a living making their own creative pieces. Maybe they don't know anyone who has done it? Maybe they don't care about that career that much? Maybe they're just pessimists? I don't fucking know, man. But I'll tell ya... nothing says "I support you" like... "my daughter is a photographer, you know... and she does wedding photography now, and she learned to find ways to be creative with it." Okay. People find ways to enjoy maximum security prisons. That's not fucking freedom. That's being forced to live a different life than you have trained for... because motherfuckers won't support your real skill and talent, they will only support it when it benefits them. Because everyone is so fucking self obsessed that they won't support an artist simply because that artist makes great art... they will only support that artist... if they can find a way to exploit that artist's talents for their own personal gain. Like sweet-talking them into designing a logo for you. Or showering them with compliments until they design a tattoo for you... and then you don't pay them because... "oh, we're friends man, really? You're gonna do me like that?"

What the dude at the park kinda rattled loose... along with the role of Judas in Jesus's story in a spirituality lecture I was listening to while making dinner... Was this idea that... I'm really never going to be able to be free. What these "supporters" don't believe in... is that I will be able to earn enough to support my own survival while exercising my own creative freedom. I will be forced to sacrifice my vision, to create the vision of others, to do labor for others, whatever it might be. I don't think they can actually envision me going through the entire process from inspirational spark... to gathering supplies... to working... to completion... to display... to compensation... without someone else's ideas coming in and making it work. Spoiler alert - the only thing missing is compensation. And literally any one of these people could have helped with that. But they just happened to be therapists, with ethical boundaries. And that somehow also prevented them from showing half an ounce of interest in what it is I actually do, what I actually make. The more I think back, the less I'm certain that any of them had actually seen a single piece that I had made, let alone asked me what's going on behind the scenes with it... which is really the meat-and-potatoes of my work.

The Path is not some flashy Michael Bay clickbait video, it's an intellectual piece comparing a visual representation of the act of getting lost in the woods and reorienting yourself with... the process of learning and developing new skills or knowledge. It was like a visual metaphor for synaptic activity. The owl in my profile pic here isn't just a random bird I picked, it was a specific species that I had several unforgettable personal experiences with. It was the animal I saw in my mind's eye the first time I experimented with a deep meditative divination practice. I literally communicated with one and called it and its family across the pond to me at my old house using owl calls I learned as a kid.

And this act of making each piece be very deliberately important and resonant... it's been a growing trend for me, it's a staple in most of my work. Yet I guarantee none of those "supporters" who claimed to be helping me with the trajectory of my life... even fucking asked me what I did or what it was about.

How many successful people, people who have achieved their creative goals, do you think listened to people who gave them advice... who had never seen their work before?

So yeah, I'm trying to keep the motivational speaker in my head going... the "follow your dreams", "connect with the right people", "don't ever give up" mentality. But man, every fucking time... someone comes along and just... makes me feel like a spoiled, entitled, starry-eyed child. When I don't know how to do fucking anything else, man. I just want to make shit. And get better at making shit.

Yeah, I'm cutting myself off here, because I've gone pretty deep into depresso-zone. No one is saying this stuff to me right now, I'm just dealing with a trauma response. Someone yelling at me directly behind me in public and trying to like... bring attention to me and put me on display... when I just wanted to quickly and quietly skate past without disturbing their game... It set off feelings of being unsafe. My first reaction was "don't yell at people on skateboards or try to get their attention, it's super unsafe." Clear as day, yeah? And then my second reaction was... how I am a drain on society and that jerk passes the citizen test. It's a linear connection. Shock to system -> Feel unsafe -> Feel like a failure and a drain on "society" -> Neurotically reassess career path. Something tells me... "society"... ain't "society"... Something tells me it's my family. And something tells me... this is PTSD being all sneaky-like and trying to sweet talk me into thinking I'm being productive and proactive with my career. But really... I'm kinda just venting emotions, I guess.

This isn't to discount anything I've said in this so far. I do feel that way. I do feel strange and rare compared to the average person. I do feel like I have not been treated fairly by those claiming to support me, and I really really do feel like I deserve better. And I really feel like I have the talent, passion, drive, flexibility and will to learn that is required to be a career artist. But really?

The problem I had with the children... was the same problem I had with the drunk guy. I was just trying to be nice, and polite, and skate, and trying hard to not disturb anyone and not intrude on their experience. And just like the children, this guy decided to put a spotlight on me... and misrepresent me... and make me into an asshole in his eyes. And that just... makes me sad and a bit hurt. I really try every day to be courteous and kind, encouraging and thoughtful. And it's almost never appreciated or even recognized. But to like... twist it against me. That set off some alarm bells and made me feel unsafe.

Welp, this was unexpected. I'm glad I processed it though, I do feel a lot more calm now. I worked on an animation tonight. I had started this thing in Blender, the concept of like... a small circle that grows and divides and then the clones grow and divide... the whole mitosis thing. It keeps playing in my head over and over, I haven't been able to get it out. So... I sat down and started working on it today. But I decided to start from scratch in Krita instead of doing grease pencil in Blender. Yeah, with Blender I can interpolate and copy objects and shit, but like... I don't have a smooth workflow with that. The only reason I would do that would be to save time, and in the end... my inexperience ends up costing me time, so... I decided to go with hand-drawn animation.

I have this picture in my head that is sorta inspired by the Fractal bubble piece, where it's a seed that starts cloning itself... and then they split and split and fill the screen, then the screen zooms out as they keep growing, and the zoom goes out so far that you can't see the bubbles anymore, they become a cellular membrane... and then the membrane grows... and forms different types of cells --- that was one from yesterday that I'm really interested in... learning different types of plant cells so that I have more of a vocabulary of shapes to use in this type of abstract work. --- So the design is kinda showing... first individual growth at a super simple level on a microscale, then growth of the membrane itself, then different forms that the membrane takes... serving as a cell wall composed of thousands of micro cells. And then it can keep zooming further, to show those cells creating an organism of some kind. I'm thinking plant-like.

So... I mean... who am I to fight my muse tonight? I did that for like 2 or 3 hours. It went well. I'm just doing marker frames first, then tweening after I get a good idea of where it's going.

I have also been very inspired to do a series of self portraits of what my anxiety, my trauma and my depression look like. To give those personas a face. I really wanted to do that tonight. I'm just... I'm not there yet. I can't... see them yet. I can hear them sometimes, but I can't really see them, like mind's-eye see them. That's usually when I know it's time to start concept sketching.

That's how all my art usually comes to me, either in dreams or in a sudden flash. Like... I would be driving or showering or walking or laying down to go to sleep or whatever and a super vivid image would just zap into my mind's eye. And it just... it has a different feeling than like... memories or trauma flashbacks or "oh, I should remember to take the trash out later" kinda "notifications". It has an intense gravitation to it, it's compelling and dream-like. It's usually a very emotional experience, and within moments I'm frantically scrambling for a pencil to write it down.

Today, that was the cell division animation. It just kept playing in my head in different iterations and I just decided... "yeah, I'll give it a go"... and I put on some "easter eggs in the Dark Knight Trilogy" video and off I went. And the drawing was effortless and the time melted away without me noticing at all.

Anyway, yeah. That was pretty much my day. Now I really want to go shower to get this gross sweat crust off of me... and get to bed at a somewhat decent hour. I am absolutely utterly exhausted.

Before I go, I just want to take a moment to deliberately celebrate my skating accomplishments today. I feel like I kinda breezed over them. 1). I feel so much more comfortable on my board now. I feel very natural riding, and comfortable riding faster now too. 2). I felt way more comfortable hopping into FS 50-50s today. I felt like I was just... hopping onto a box, rather than the usual "oh, I'm grinding on the coping, I could slip out". And just the act of being more comfortable and being on top of the grind made it much easier to lock in. 3). I landed manual to shove it, which I was never even planning to do. I did shove its when there were people at the park, which was pretty big for me. And I did several normal shove its and landed them somewhat comfortably. I'm still iffy about the landings, I get really unsteady and weird... like I don't trust my own board rotations... But just like ollieing onto the box, with enough repetition it will eventually just become a thing that I do.

All I need to do is get the boneless 360 back and I will have completely eclipsed my peak skating ability back in college.

Alright, shower time.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness #ptsd

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BESTIE I JUST FINISHED TOKYO REVENGERS AND I'M NOT OK. IT JUST FINISHED THERE??? DHHDHD. I MIGHT JUST CAVE IN AND READ THE MANGA. IT WAS SO GOOD.

It's been such a long time since I've watched an Anime that's kept my attention. I'll definietly be checking out the rest of your anime/manga recs on your page if you've made any and if not please provide me with some because your taste is amazing. I would have honestly not watched Tokyo Revengers if it wasn't for you. Also what happened to [REDACTED] during the bloody Halloween in October I'm still not over that. This shoe just kept surprising me only for it to end on thta cliffhanger. Might watch bungou Stray Dogs or fruits basket next if you've watched it is it any good. I read the fruits basket manga in the past when I was younger but I never finished it. I've heard that the anime is really good though.

JDHDSHJSJSJ YESSS GO READ THE MANGA LIKE IT JUST GETS DEPRESSING FROM THERE BUT IT’S STILL SO GOOD !!!!!!! AND NAURRRR BLOODY HALLOWEEN GOT ME FUCKED UP i was so relieved i decided to watch tokrev alone instead of asking my brothers to watch it with me because i was full on ugly crying with snot and hiccups like my eyes were puffy and i couldn’t breathe right. it was an Experience <333 but yes omg that cliffhanger was what made me read the manga. at first i was like there’s no way i’m catching up on 200+ chapters. next thing i knew i was reading chapter 74 just so i could continue the story 🥲

before i talk about fruits basket and go feral — i haven’t watched bungou stray dogs but it’s in my list because i hear it’s good. my brother also told me to watch erased because it has a similar synopsis with tokrev so i might start on that soon!! i’ll add my recs tag in the tags so you can go look in there too <3

ok. okay god i wish you hadn’t brought up fruits basket because SKDNksks@:@://@@//@@.’skej I’M NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT PLEASE ITS SOOOO GOOD IM LICH RALLY STILL SO OBSESSED WITH IT 😭😭😭😭😭 i finished it two weeks ago i think and i swear to god i haven’t moved on even a bit. i’m legit still crying over it and i’m still so in love with the characters. i can’t get myself to start another anime because it’s not furuba sjjskwlaklqkjaja like i can’t even stay online on tumblr unless i’m looking for furuba content. i’m currently reading the manga and listening to the ost and making headcanons just to get my fix 😭😭😭 it’s definitely got some problematic parts — especially the prequel movie which was so uncomfortable to watch but i’d 100% recommend the series to anyone who asked. ugh god i just love it so much i can’t stop gushing over it

#this got sooo rambly and i’m so sorry dhdjkwsjwksjs #nikka answers #recs #<- check this tag!!

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summary: what happens when the man who broke your heart is your only option as a date to your sister's wedding? pairing: jungkook x original character genre: second chances au | fluff, angst, smut tags/warnings: angst?, post breakup awkwardness, oc is relatable tbh, some random telenovela i came up with from the top of my head, one bed trope cus im a whore for that (fight me i dare you) they’re still obviously in love ugh.

chapter one. | series masterlist

"There has to be someone else! Mami please." I've spent what seems like three hours having a one sided conversation with my mother on the phone and I'm close to my breaking my point. I know her english isn't very good, but it's just unbelievable how she can't understand what the words 'I. Am. Not. Going. To. The. Wedding. With. Him' mean. "But mija, all your tias and tios miss him!" She exclaims over the phone. "And I know you miss him too!" Her voice is over-bearingly whiny because I know how much she misses him too.

But I don't want to face him- I don't really know if I can.

My mother seems to notice my silence on her end of the line and sighs. "Please, just think about it mija. I think it will be good for the two of you." Her voice has gone softer, almost comforting, and I nod before realising she can't see me. "Okay mami, I'll talk to you later." I say, and hang up. I'm not sure what she means by that, since there is no us anymore.

The two of us had dated back in high-school- from the ninth grade until a few months after we graduated. We were, dare I say it, genuinely in love, and now I can't go to a single family gathering where my tias won't ask where he is or how he's doing. He's so friendly and loveable it makes me barf. We were perfect together, and I don't know what happened. All I know is that the day he told me we needed to talk was the day I stopped believing in love. If we were so perfect, why did it end? The next thing I knew, he had moved across the country.

The quiet of my apartment prompts me to sigh and run a hand through my hair. That exhausting phone call had opened all the floodgates and now, every memory from those two years together pooled in my mind. And as my eyes scan across my apartment, I see him. I see him on the couch, with me wrapped in his arms as we watch a movie- one that I know will make me sad, but I choose anyway just so he can comfort me and kiss my tears away. I see him across the room, in my kitchen, frying eggs as I sit on the island in one of his tee-shirts. I see him on my balcony, dancing with me in the rain because we're sappy like that, his bright smile shining even through the gloomy backdrop of grey skies and angry clouds.

And just like that, I'm missing him. I don't think I've ever stopped missing him, even in the relationships I've had after him. It sounds like a douche-bag thing to say, but no one has ever loved me the way he did, and I have never loved anyone the way I loved him. If I still believed in soulmates- he would be mine.

I wrack my brain trying to see where it all went wrong, coming up empty. To anyone on the outside, we were on a steadfast track to marriage and kids. But one day, maybe he just changed his mind. I remember how clammy my hands were as I stood in the elevator of his apartment, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked down his doorway. The four seconds after I knocked that it took him to open the door felt like hours, and the crestfallen expression on his face when he finally did open the door told me everything I needed to know.

It's bittersweet to think about how he held me as I cried. His arms were around me, holding me to his chest as if he hadn't just dumped me and thrown my heart on the ground to bleed out. Maybe dumped is too strong of a word. See, as heartbroken as I was, the breakup couldn't have gone any smoother. There were tears, a lot of them, and not just from me. I'm not sure why exactly he was crying- I was the one getting broken up with. But nothing was thrown and no cheeks were slapped, we merely held onto each other until we couldn't and I pulled away and weakly mumbled 'I should go now.' I'll never forget the way my heart split in two when he kissed me on my tear stained cheeks and whispered the words 'get home safe.'

It took me four days to stop crying at every little thing that reminded me of him, songs we listened to, movies we watched, things he'd say. From the nights I had spent stalking his social media I know that he's doing well, and as much as I wish he was miserable- I'm happy that he is. He seems to be okay after the break up, so I'm okay too.

I catch myself before the tears can start to roll down my face, deciding that tonight is not the night to be weeping. To distract myself, I decide to cook dinner. There's barely enough in my kitchen to make an almost plate of mac and cheese, but I seem to manage.

It's halfway through my movie marathon on the couch, when my phone rings. I fish it out from under the blanket and a number I don't recognise sits at the top of the screen. I hesitate before pressing accept and bringing it to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask, chewing on a piece of macaroni that was stuck in my mouth.

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"Lina."

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That voice. Deep and rich like honey, it echoes in my head and my heartbeat immediately picks up just from that one word alone. Shivers run through me and my body goes rigid. I could never forget his voice, no matter how hard I tried. When I don't reply, the voice speaks again.

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"Lina? Are you there?"

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"Yes." I immediately wince at the squeak in my voice and awkwardly clear my throat, willing myself to pull it together as I wait for his reply.

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"Can we talk?" ⠀

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The fancy sign plastered above the restaurant's entrance stares down at me, taunting me to go in as if it knew exactly who was waiting inside.

Before I can convince myself to go home and that this was a terrible idea, I adjust my shirt for the third time and push open the door. I meet his eyes from across the dimly lit room and I almost turn around and bolt out the door. I don't know why I thought I could do this. See him, talk to him. But the second I see him sitting there, hair slightly messy from running a hand through it one too many times (a habit I know him to do when he gets nervous), I instantly freeze.

Jeon Jungkook still looks good as ever. His hair is longer and he looks like he has his life together. Good for him. Even dressed in a simple black shirt, he out dresses every man in the room. It almost pisses me off.

I didn’t know he was in town until he had called earlier and asked to talk over dinner. Was it petty of me to be upset that he didn’t message to let me know? Probably.

I take a breath and walk towards his table. The restaurant is classy, but cheap enough that I wouldn't think of this as a date, not that I would anyway. "Hi." I say just as he stands. He's gotten taller. "Hey." He says with a smile. God, I almost melted on the spot. I missed that smile. I see him deciding whether or not to pull my chair out so I beat him to it, pulling it out myself. "You look good." He says as we take our seats. "Thank you." I reply, only letting a fraction of a smile show.

I'm not sure how i'm supposed to feel right now. I haven't seen this man in almost year, and the last time I did, he kind of really broke my heart.

When the waiter approaches our table, Jungkook orders for the both of us, knowing exactly what I like without asking. It's bittersweet, but even still, it makes a part of me feel warm.

When he had called earlier that afternoon, it was to ask if we could talk. I'm not sure wether he was referring to the wedding or wether he wanted to see how I was doing, although I'm pretty sure it was the former. I wasn't sure how long he'd been in town, or how long he was planning to stay, and maybe I didn't want to know.

"So, how have you been?" Jungkook asks after swallowing a sip of his water. Here it is, the awkward small talk that masks what we're both too scared to say. "As good as someone can be after the love of their life breaks their heart." I joke, feeling bad when Jungkook's face falls. "I'm kidding." I add quickly.

The table goes silent.

"Anyway.." I cough awkwardly, reaching to take a sip of your own water. Please kill me now. "what about you?" I ask."Yeah, it's been good." Is his simple reply. Silence falls over the table again and I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. It was never this hard to talk to him.

"So.." Jungkook begins. "Vera's getting married huh?" He says, almost in disbelief. My lips turn up at the corners, anyone who knew my sister knew exactly how much she could be at times. It was a wonder how she managed to find someone who could put up with her long enough to marry her. "Yeah," I smile. "Tae's a great guy."

Taehyung and Jungkook had met a couple of times. They were both family favourites at every gathering. My tias loved them because they were tall and handsome and never turned down one of their home cooked meals. My tios loved them because they were beasts at soccer, always fighting over who was on who's team at family matches.

"Tia Cora called me the other day.." My eyes immediately widen. I didn't even know my mother had Jungkook's number. "She said that I'm your date to the wedding now?" I close my eyes and exhale bluntly through my nose. I really needed to have a word with that meddling mother of mine.

"It's not official." I clarify. "It's just my original date is.. unavailable now," I internally cringe at how pathetic I sound. "And you might already have a date, I don't really know since we don't exactly talk, but if I can't find another date before the wedding, and if you're free, then I would probably need to go with you. I have no problem going alone, but I'm the maid of honor, so I kind of need a date-"

I stop, realising that I'm rambling and that Jungkook is staring at me, with a look of fondness? "I'll be your date." He says simply. I'm about to protest when he speaks again. "It'll save you having to look for someone else." He watches me as I think it over in my head, it would save me the dignity. And as pathetic as it sounds, I'd rather dance with Jungkook than anyone else.

"Okay then." I smile.

Our food comes and we waste no time digging in. We eat in silence, and this time it's a comfortable silence. The two of us take turns sneaking glances at each other and to any onlooker, it looks like your typical awkward first date- if only they knew.

I don't question why Jungkook and I couldn't have just talked on the phone and saved me the heartache of seeing him sit right in front of me yet be a world's reach away. But just for tonight, I'll let myself laugh loosely at his jokes and smile at his dorky face, no matter how much my heart pounds in my chest telling me how much I miss him.

We split the bill, because this is not a date. And afterwards we stand outside the restaurant in a bubble of awkwardness. It seems neither of us had thought it through up to this point. Do we hug goodbye? kiss? shake hands?

"Do you want a ride to the airport?" Jungkook asks, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Since my mother had booked my ticket, I'm guessing she also booked Jungkook's. "Oh.. if it isn't any trouble," I say timidly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear that had been moved by the night breeze. I come to the realisation that I no longer know how to talk to him anymore, internally cringing at how I sound like a lame victorian duchess. "No trouble at all," Jungkook smiles, rocking backwards on the heels of his feet.

Silence passes and his eyes linger on me for one beat and then two. "You should head home before it gets late," Jungkook says, and I lift my gaze to meet his. I see him debating something in his head, but he doesn't seem to go through with it. "Goodnight Lina."

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"Goodnight Jungkook."

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Neither one of us makes a move to leave, eyes still on the other. Jungkook's stare seems to say a million words that he can't and maybe if things were different, I could ask him what they are and we would talk like we used to. It's only when he smiles tentatively, reaching forward and straightening my coat around my shoulders, that I finally turn around and walk to my car. When I turn around, he's still in the same spot, waiting until I'm in my car before he even moves a muscle.

I sit in the driver's seat of my car, smiling at him from behind the windshield, feeling all kinds of emotions. He waves before turning and walking the opposite way. As I stare at his retreating back, I curse the universe for not giving us our happy ending. ⠀

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It's 9am and my apartment looks like the aftermath of a tornado. Clothes thrown haphazardly over my bed spill onto the floor, makeup products a mess on my bathroom counter as I hurry to pack my suitcase in time to make it to the airport before our flight leaves.

My lack of organisation wasn’t entirely my fault though, I had thought I had another day to pack, but turns out that our flight was scheduled a day earlier than what I had read in my flight information email. Staying up until 4am watching Disney movies was entirely my fault though, and this exact moment is when I realise that my actions may in fact have consequences. After zipping up my suitcase and making sure I look decent enough, I hurriedly haul myself and my suitcase down to where Jungkook waits on the street in his shiny white car.

It was the same one I’d ridden in so many times, the both of us singing along to whatever music played on the radio. It was the car he picked me up in for all of our dates, and the car he drove me home with. The same car where we’d f-

Slamming the boot shut, I decide that my mess of an apartment will have to wait till after we get back from the wedding. I throw myself down into the passenger seat dramatically. "Good morning?" Jungkook says hesitantly when I sigh and slouch into the seat. "Morning." I reply, eyes closed as I rub my temples. I'm thankful when Jungkook doesn't question me and starts the car, leading us straight to the airport.

I'm thankful again when Jungkook does all the talking at check-in, loading our suitcases onto the conveyor belt before leading us to our gate. We stop at a cafe and I immediately slump into a seat, forehead meeting the wooden table with a thump. I barely register Jungkook's retreating footsteps until 5 minutes of silence go by before I hear him sliding into the seat in front of me and set something down on the table.

I lift my head and see two cups of coffee. I grumble a thank you when he slides one forward, sitting up and taking a sip. My eyes go wide when I taste the sweet liquid on my tongue. "You remember my order?" My heart swells when Jungkook nods. It may only be an iced latte with extra caramel and honey, but he still remembered. That fact alone makes my insides warm and fuzzy. "Thank you," I say, trying my best to give him a smile. It's the least I can do for being such a mess. "And I'm sorry I've been so grumpy this morning- I'm starting to regret that movie marathon." Jungkook chuckles and with it my world shakes from side to side. "Don't worry about it, you can sleep it off on the plane." He smiles.

As we wait for our flight to board, Jungkook and I engage in light conversation while we sit and watch planes take off and land. My head finds itself on his shoulder but neither of us acknowledge it, his shoulder is comfortable and warm against my cheek. I glance around the airport, people-watching. I wonder about each person who passes by, where they're headed and what their story is. I wonder what people think when they look at me and Jungkook, and what they think our story is. I wonder too. We're friends now I think, but is that how our story goes?

When our flight is called to board and the chaos of people lining up has my nerves tensing, Jungkook leads me with a hand on my lower back towards the tunnel. He takes our passports out of the front pocket of his backpack and hands them to the flight attendant, who rips our boarding pass before handing them back to Jungkook and wishing us a safe flight.

On the plane, we make our way through the narrow hallway towards row J. Jungkook lets me in first, letting me have the window seat although I know for a fact that it was assigned as his. I guess he remembers how much I love looking out the window during takeoff. When the captain comes over the PA system, everyone settles into their seats and the flight attendants begin with the safety briefing.

I barely listen, playing with bracelets that decorate Jungkook's wrist, a habit I formed back when we had dated. I draw my hand back instantly when I realise what I'm doing and lift my head, pretending to watch the briefing. I miss the way Jungkook's mouth turns into a small frown at the disappearance of my touch.

Once we're up in the sky and the seatbelt sign turns off, I stare out the window and watch the city fade into the clouds. When there's nothing left but blue and white, I sit back and yawn, propping my head up onto the arm rest with my elbow. It's uncomfortable but I'm on the edge of falling asleep, so my neck problems will have to wait. My eyebrows furrow when I feel Jungkook hold my head up, the sound of the armrest coming up between us confuses me even more, but when he lowers my head onto his shoulder I realise he was just trying to make me comfortable. I'm too far into sleep to retaliate by saying this can't possibly be comfortable for him, but he snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I love the warmth of his body, and im too far gone to care that we're way too close right now. But his arm holding me to him is comforting, and I let his thumb rubbing circles on my waist send me over the precipice of sleep.

The next time I'm awake is when we're just about to land, when Jungkook squeezes my side gently to ease me awake. I lift my head from his shoulder in a haze, wondering why my ears feel so blocked before remembering that I'm on a plane. The sun has set and the clouds are grey against the night sky. "Sleep well?" Jungkook asks tentatively. I turn to him and nod, rubbing my eyes. They widen in horror at the small puddle of drool left on Jungkook's shoulder. My eyes narrow at him when he only laughs at my mortified expression, waving it off by saying he'll change at the airport when we land. "Thank you for letting me sleep on you," I say bashfully, still embarrassed by the drool situation. "Did you get any sleep?" I immediately feel guilty when Jungkook shakes his head. "I got a lot of sleep last night. I didn't mind." I realise how much I missed how caring this man is, and it makes a pool of dread settle in the pit of my stomach.

I stare out the window as the plane touches down on the tarmac runway, tracing the colourful lights as we slowly glide towards the terminals. When I turn my phone on, It's almost 10 o'clock at night, I really slept for 12 hours? The plane comes to a full stop, and the seatbelt sign turns off just as the captain comes over the PA system, welcoming us to Amalfi, Italy.

Jungkook and I walk through the tunnel towards the airport, and I wait outside the bathrooms as he changes his shirt. I don't think I'll ever be able to live that down. When Jungkook comes out, his navy blue tee has been swapped with a white one. He gives me a smile before leading us towards baggage claim. I let him haul both of our suitcases onto a trolley, and I follow slightly behind him as he pushes it outside to the taxi bays.

Jungkook waves down a taxi and loads the suitcases into the boot before I can even help. He motions me into the backseat, before closing my door and getting into the passenger seat. As Jungkook makes casual conversation with the driver, I stare out the window, watching the bustling nightlife as it spills onto the streets. Everywhere I look there's culture and a warm, inviting atmosphere.

We pull up outside a nice looking hotel and thank the driver before getting out. I childishly run to the boot to grab our suitcases, pulling a face at Jungkook who merely laughs. The taxi takes off and I turn around and survey our surroundings, the hotel is right in the middle of a town centre with night markets and restaurants scattered throughout my peripheral vision alone. I'm too busy admiring to realise that Jungkook has taken our suitcases and is walking up the stairs to the hotel.

"Not fair!" I yell from where I stand on the street. I run to catch up with him, almost tripping on the stairs, just as he reaches the front desk. Jungkook ignores me as I stand next to him with my arms crossed, eyes boring holes into the side of his head as he talks to the lady at reception. "Enjoy your stay," She smiles before handing Jungkook two keycards and giving me a slightly worried look.

When he finally turns to me, Jungkook nods to my suitcase as if to say 'go on' and I grab it and saunter off towards the elevators with a flip of my hair over my shoulders. I roll my eyes when I hear his chuckle behind me, We get off on the third floor and Jungkook leads us down the hallway to our room. I stop dead in my tracks when I realise that my mother never mentioned whether she booked two rooms or one when I talked to her last. As I walk to catch up with Jungkook, I pray that there's at least two beds in the room. Knowing my mother, I'm sure she thought it'd be completely fine to make us share a bed, not knowing exactly how mortified I would be if that happened.

Jungkook opens the door to our room with his keycard and lets me walk in first. I hesitantly make my way inside, noting that the room is fairly nice, with a decent sized bathroom and a mini kitchen along the other wall. When I reach the heart of the room my face falls. "What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, walking in behind me. "There's only one bed." I mumble. It's a kind sized bed, but even that isn't enough room between the two of us for me to be able to sleep comfortably.

"I'm gonna go down and ask if there are any other rooms available." I say awkwardly. Jungkook holds out a keycard and I take it and practically run out the door.

After ten minutes of begging the poor lady at reception if there are any other rooms, and her explaining how they're fully booked out for the next few days, I'm on the edge of crying. I thank her for her time and apologise for being difficult before walking outside and calling my mother. I ask her what in the universe would make her possibly think I'd want to share a bed with Jungkook and she merely laughs and half asses an apology. I tell her that I'm tired and that I'll see her soon before hanging up and running a hand through my hair.

The air is warm and humid, yet everything feels lively around me. The streetlights cast a golden glow on everything they touch and, across the street, a band plays music outside a cafe while people talk and children dance. I stay out here, sitting on the top stair of the hotel, just admiring my surroundings before I eventually get up and head back inside.

"Lina?" Jungkook calls from somewhere in the room as I shut the door behind me. "I was starting to get worried," I hear him chuckle. I take my shoes off and throw them down in the hallway before plodding into the room. My face morphs into confusion when I see where Jungkook has made himself at home on the chaise lounge chair by the window. "What are you doing?" I ask, a hand on my hip.

"You can take the bed," He says and I immediately shut that down with a forceful no. "You take it." I say. "It's only fair since you let me sleep on the plane." Jungkook opens his mouth, probably to object, but I cut him off. "And you're too big for the couch, Jungkook. Look at you- you're literally about to fall off." He can't argue with that, body already halfway off the couch. "Well then I'll sleep on the floor." He shrugs, making me sigh. I can't let him do that, he already sacrificed 12 hours to make sure I slept comfortably on the plane, any more and people would call me a sadist.

"Get up," I say. "We'll sleep on the bed, just um.. put some pillows between us." It seems logical, we're both adults- we should be able to sleep in the same bed together. But I know that somehow I'll manage to wake up tangled in him. My body simply can't stay away.

"Okay," Jungkook says, sitting up. I hold back an 'I told you so' when he groans in relief and stretches his back. "Do you wanna order room service for dinner?" He asks, sitting down on the bed. I saw a nice restaurant down on the street, but we had a whole week in Italy, and tonight had been more stressful then I intended, so room service it was. "Yeah, I'm gonna take a shower though, so just order what you think I'll like." He nods and I grab fresh clothes from my suitcase and walk into the bathroom.

10 minutes later, I walk out with a towel around my head, dressed in a cream spaghetti top and sweatpants. The smell of lasagna and steak lingers in the air when I step out, and my stomach makes an involuntary noise. Jungkook stands to take his own shower, and I sit back against the headboard, switching through channels on TV as I wait for him.

He comes out in less time than I did, now in a black tee and pyjama shorts. His hair is messy and wet and I get the sudden urge to run my hand through it. I cough to cover up the fact that I'm checking him out, averting my eyes elsewhere. "You didn't have to wait for me, you know." Jungkook says, sitting down on the other side of the bed. "I didn't mind." I say, handing him his plate of lasagna.

We eat, watching the random Italian telenovela playing on the TV that I’ve become engrossed in. Lucia has just been dumped by her long-term boyfriend, Alessandro, who tells her that he is doing this for her. He cups her cheek with his hand, "Amor, I love you more than anything in this world, and if it means seeing you thrive in the arms of another, then I will let you go. You deserve more than I can give you, and I will cherish every moment we had together for the rest of my life." She screams and cries, begging him not to leave her, but he does, with teary eyes, whispering, "I will always love you." I don't realise how deep my frown is until I turn and see Jungkook's worried expression. "Sorry," I stifle a laugh. "Poor Lucia, they were so perfect together." Jungkook hums in agreement at my statement before going quiet again. I don't question it, far too invested in Lucia and Alessandro's love story. By the end of the movie, Alessandro realises that Lucia is the only one for him, and runs to her, confessing his undying love before she unhappily marries someone else. They reunite in a flurry of tears and kisses, and she whispers against his lips, "I can thrive in your arms too,"

At some point we had gotten under the covers, pillow wall in between us as agreed. Jungkook had turned off the lights after brushing his teeth and the credits of the movie plunges us into almost darkness. I turn, and the white light of credits illuminates the tears in Jungkook's eyes. "That was beautiful," He says with a sniff and I grin. Jungkook reaches for the remote and turns the TV off, making the room pitch black. I stare up at the ceiling, unable to stop thinking about the movie. There's something more than just the part of me thats a sucker for romance.

"Hey Jungkook?" I ask into the darkness. After a moment of silence I realise he might be asleep, turning onto my side to follow. "Yeah?" He finally says. I didn't really have anything to say, maybe I just wanted to hear his voice. Or maybe I wanted him to ask if I was thinking the same thing as he was.

"Nothing, goodnight."

I hear the smile in his voice, even in the dark, when he replies.

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"Goodnight Lina."

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this is actually from my wattpad archives, i wrote it back in like september and thought i’d post it on tumblr for all you lovelies <3

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amoristt · 3 years

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Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

#nathan prescott #life is strange #imagine #lis

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green-socks · 2 years

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It Will Be Enough

Pairing: Younger Frankie Morales x gn!reader

Summary: Frankie's thoughts on the events of So Much for Summer Love, specifically his POV of the third time reader sees Frankie after that summer.

Words: ~850

Warnings: allusions to sex, angsty pining, still no happy ending

Notes: Right so I've had this written since August and somehow never posted. This is not necessarily a part 2 (that some people seemed interested in, sorry), because not much happens plot-wise, this is just Frankie's thoughts and feelings. I'm not tagging anyone bc idk it's probably stupid and it's been so long and ugh, but this is something I wanted to add to the original, so here it is.

MASTERLIST

Frankie was sitting at a hotel rooftop bar, drinking a beer, passing time before heading back to the army tomorrow. He wasn’t alone, but he might as well have been.

The girl he was sitting with was talking animatedly about a trip she had taken last year. She was beautiful and seemed very sweet. Frankie could tell she was into him, and in a hotel like this, where they would both leave the next day never to return, he thought, sure. A distraction. A welcome one. And she really was cute, there was not a thing wrong with her. Only that she wasn’t you.

There were dark clouds gathering above, moving fast in the wind, and it reminded him of that one quiet summer afternoon when you two had run to the shed to escape the pouring rain, and how you had kept each other warm there. He looked at the hotel pool and could only picture the way you had looked at the beach with him that summer.

It felt stupid, pathetic, weird even, to be pining after a memory like this. It’s not like he hadn’t made memories since then. He had. Good ones, too. But also a lot of memories he wished to forget. Still, he could not let you go. It was the happiest he had ever been when he had been with you.

Frankie’s biggest regret was not having known how to say goodbye to you. You had at least deserved that much - why couldn’t he have given it to you?

But he still knew he had made the right decision to not try and continue with you when he left for the army. It wouldn’t have been fair to you to make you wait for him when you could live your life free of any worry or obligation to him. Not to mention having to deal with the scars that came with what he did. You hadn’t deserved to be burdened with all that so young. And, if he was being honest, he had also feared you would have left him for someone else while he was away in any case. It had been easier to just break it off before no one got hurt too much.

“Do you have a room here?” the girl next to him asked, bringing him out of his thoughts, her intent clear.

He said yes.

“Come here and kiss me, beautiful boy,” she said.

Frankie blinked.

The words he had heard you say, exactly like that, so many times that summer. It was second nature to him to comply.

He was unbuttoning the girl’s blouse, only remembering how it had felt to unbutton your shirt for the first time. His movements felt somehow mechanical and reverent at the same time, like his fingers were remembering what it was like to do this with feeling, but his heart wasn’t.

“Kiss me,” she asked again.

Frankie closed his eyes. He let himself go, let himself hear those words that you had spoken to him, only this time with a different voice speaking them, and he could sink into this moment, into this person, just for the night. It would be alright, and it would be enough.

The next morning, as he was walking away from the hotel, he saw you.

He spotted you from afar; could pick you out instantly in any crowd. But you hadn’t noticed him yet. Frankie’s heart thudded in his chest. He didn’t know what the chances were that he would run into you now, but it must’ve been a sign. He could approach you now, try to apologize, maybe even get to talk to you for a bit. There was nothing stopping him now, no annoying friends or - god forbid - parents with you. You were alone and didn’t seem to be in a rush. It was the perfect opportunity.

Except…

He did not want the first time he talked to you in more than two years to happen when his jacket still smelled like the girl from last night. It felt wrong. He felt the need to burn the jacket immediately to get rid of the smell that was suddenly filling his nostrils so completely. He was pretty sure he was imagining how strong the smell was, but he couldn’t help panicking, thinking you would know somehow. Frankie knew it didn’t really matter, knew that he was just being a coward again.

He made the split-second decision to change the side of the street, keep his head down and just hope you wouldn’t notice him.

Another time, he told himself, next time. It was likely you wouldn’t even care anymore anyway. He was far too late with his apology.

He had heard little bits and pieces of information about you from people when he visited home. It sounded like you were succeeding in life, studying hard and chasing your dreams. Frankie felt better knowing that at least you were doing good. It would be alright, and it would be enough for him.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x gn!reader #frankie morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #i still don't know what i'm doing #i accidentally wrote something

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softsebnbuckystan · 3 years

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Souls ties - Part 3 (Bucky Barnes au)

"I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met"

The sun had set a while ago and the band had been replaced by speakers, meaning the party was coming to an end, even though you still hadn't properly talked to Bucky. You knew you probably should've payed more attention to your own husband but Darren seemed to enjoy himself more around his college friends. It would've driven you mad, had it been a regular party. Oddly enough, his behaviour that night didn't bother you as much as it should've. One might say your attention was elsewhere. It was late, and you were thirsty for water after all the champagne and hors-d'oeuvres you'd had. You were positive your rosy cheeks attested for it. At the bar, you took a minute for yourself and sat down, taking this occasion to relieve your feet from your high-heel shoes. The night's fresh air made the hair on your neck stand on end and your body's instinct was to shiver, even though the weather was still quite nice. Your body tensed up as you felt a presence at your side.

"Feeling a little tired there?" he asked. You were starting to know this voice now, and it was like music to your ears.

"I needed to be away from the crowd for a moment," you confessed.

"Oh, I can leave if you want."

This made you look at him instantly. "No, stay." You realised how pressing you must've sound and chuckled at his confused eyes – which had a beautiful shade of blue in the moonlight. "I mean...I didn't want to get away from you, specifically. Sorry if it sounded that way."

"I'd get it, you know," Bucky said. "What happened earlier..."

"...was disturbing for us both, I assume."

Bucky didn't say anything about you interrupting him. It felt natural, actually, almost like finishing his sentence rather than rudely stopping him mid-speech. "Yeah, exactly," he continued. "I'm really sorry if that caused you...any pain or something."

"What? The coffee?" you asked naïvely. "Don't worry, it wasn't that hot," you said with a wink.

A faint smile appeared on Bucky's lips, making you notice both how he hadn't smiled much until then and that it lightened up his face in a touching way.

"I meant pain as in fear, or anxiety. Your wedding mustn't be the place you expected to hear those words." He looked you in the eyes and you shivered once more. "Are you cold?"

You shook your head no before looking down to your knees. His eyes on you were making you feel all sorts of ways you wouldn't dream of sharing with anyone. "No, I'm not," you said. Taking a careful breath in, you decided to glance at him. Your eyes paused at the same time as your lungs, taken away by the beauty of the man's face. Something behind his blue iris was beyond description and drove you even more eager to get to know him, his story, his passions and pet-peeves, his everything. He'd seemed to have stopped breathing for a second as well, but you weren't entirely sure it hadn't been a figment of your imagination.

"Maybe we should go back to the others," you whispered. You tried getting off your stool and slipped next to your shoe. Bucky moved fast to grab you with his arm and prevent you from hitting the ground. His grip was firm – exaggeratedly firm. You brushed off the sensation of his leather glove on your back and thanked him hastily before going back to Steve.

"Are you okay?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Yeah, sure." You knew he wasn't fooled by your answer ; Steve knew you better than you knew yourself. Bucky stayed silent for a while after that, and neither of you seemed to fathom what to do next.

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"Ready to go, honey?"

You opened surprised eyes at Darren's question. It was barely past midnight.

"Darren, we can't leave before the other guests, c'mon..."

Your husband looked disappointed and now that most of your shock had gone away, his attitude was slowly driving you mad, especially when you gave deeper thought to his actions and words throughout the day.

"Do you even want to be here at all?" you asked him, somewhat dryly.

"Calm down, y/n. We've been here forever and I wanna rest for the night. Is that too much to ask?"

"Resting on your wedding night? Yeah, that's a lot to ask for," you replied. "I thought we were going to party until the end and have fun with our friends before going home. Consensual marriage is supposed to be celebrated, don't you know that? Ugh, you really are a buzzkill sometimes."

"Wow, easy there. If you want to stay, fine. But I'm going home."

"Are you serious right now?" Your stomach was burning with anger and disappointment. You loved Darren, but this kind of behaviour had become a habit of his. "You're going to leave me alone at our wedding party?"

"You're not alone, you have Steve and Wanda and...whoever that guy is over there. Enjoy the rest of your night."

"Damn it, Darren, that's not fair!"

Wanda's eyes turning towards you made you realise how loud your voices had been and you lowered yours a notch.

"Fine, go home. But don't expect me to be all smiles when I join you, if I even do."

Upon those words, you turned around and walked away from him. You were perfectly aware that there was no point in reasoning with him at this point. You ended up going back to your group and were surprised to see that Steve and Wanda had walked away as well, leaving Bucky alone.

"Where are they going?" you asked, still angry from what'd just happened.

"They're grabbing more drinks. Wanda said she'd choose something for you since you were...busy."

You brought your hand to your forehead, ashamed that he'd heard you losing your temper.

"Sorry about that. He's just...difficult, sometimes."

"I saw that," he said with his hands in his pockets, "and no need to be sorry." You could see him take a deep breath in before he kept talking, even though he was trying hard to look as calm and composed as possible. "Come, let's take a walk. It'll help you blow off some steam."

You followed Bucky through the garden and as you drifted away from the crowd, hearing less and less voices, a soothing feeling filled your body and mind. You took deep breaths in and deep breaths out, taking in the bucolic smell of the close-by forest. The only thing left bothering you were your shoes, and you made the call to take them off, leaning on Bucky's shoulder without even thinking about it. He stopped to let you do it.

"Here, let me hold them." He gently grabbed your shoes by the heels and carried them for the way.

"Thank you." You took a peek at him and smiled. "How did you know a walk would calm me down?"

"I...I just did," he answered with a shrug. "Did it work?"

"It's starting to." You smiled at him ingenuously, taking in some of his features at the same time. The slight crook of his nose, the rebellious hair on his neck... A question was burning your lips. It was just the two of you, so you might as well just ask. "Did you ever give much thought to what your tattoo said?"

He didn't seem taken aback by your question. At least you didn't think he was, even though his emotions were hard to read.

"Not really. I just assumed someone would pay me a compliment out of the blue and confuse the hell out of me." He chuckled for the first time since you'd met him and you got a feeling that didn't happen often. He stopped quickly, as would a kid caught red-handed. "You?"

"I had lots of scenarios in my head. Someone bumping into me, stepping on my feet or even running me over with a car...I mean, that sentence could've been said at many occasions, really."

"It's true, though I don't think saying 'shit, I'm sorry' would be an appropriate apology after running somebody over with a car."

You laughed at his remark and nodded in agreement.

"True. It is only an appropriate apology for spilling coffee all over someone," you teased.

You couldn't even hear the music the speakers were playing anymore, only the insects buzzing and leaves brushing against each other. As you walked, you got dangerously closer to Bucky. You knew what your body was doing, where your legs were taking you, but you had no idea why they were doing it. You shouldn't have been standing so close to him, especially on your wedding night. Your hand accidentally brushed against his leather glove and he moved away. His movement wasn't big enough to call it an act of repulsion, but you also didn't know why exactly he didn't want to be close to you.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I just..."

"...want to be close. I know." He sighed and stopped walking. "It's a weird feeling and I didn't think you...I thought you weren't feeling it."

"What? The feeling that draws me to you and that I can't control? Of course I feel that. I've...I've met you hours ago, and yet..."

"You feel a connection that dates to much longer than that," he finished.

"Exactly. I couldn't really put words on it but...yeah. That's what it feels like."

"I'm sorry," he said. "Steve wanted me to come here for some reason and I..."

"Don't say you shouldn't have come, please."

He looked back at you and saw you'd been staring at your feet saying that sentence. His face changed in an instant.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. Not at all, actually... If I hadn't been there tonight, you might have actually enjoyed your wedding."

"I did enjoy it," you replied in a hurry. "Just not the way I imagined." You stared into his eyes, trying to understand what he was feeling in this very moment. "We'll see each other again, right?"

"That might not be a good idea, as much as I would want to."

"But...as my sister always tells me, soulmates don't have to be romantic. I can be happily married and still get to know you....can I?"

He tightened his lips, thinking about his answer. His face gave you no clue as to what he truly wanted, but the answer he gave you might have been an indication.

"You can try. I can try."

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Part 3 is where I chose to start the fluff haha! I hope you enjoyed this part. It felt quite cute writing it, so I hope the final result is :)

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #winter solider x reader #catws #cacw au #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #self insert

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ink-livi · 2 years

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This is just me screaming into the void rn but I'm getting so soft over some things lately...

I'll put it below cut so this post isnt too long <3

I've been obsessed with bees and frogs since forever, right? And I have a bee tattoo on the inside of my wrist! I love it to death!! And I love Kermit a lot specifically and just

People really heavily associate me with those things now irl, I guess!! I have so much in the way of bee themed jewelry from friends and family, and kermit plushes, and get sent so much in the way of frogs...

And just today a coworker of mine, someone I dont even talk to outside of work (we're both pretty awkward and i have mad social anxiety), gave me the sweetest gift for a houseworming present, since I'll be moving into my own apartment soon. A little amber bee necklace, and he made me a beehive windchime?

I'm genuinely... so touched and really really emotional over it. I don't even know how to describe just how much that means to me? And ugh.

The world's shit, and life's been beating me down a lot lately, but this sorta thing genuinely keeps me going. Even just people mentioning things about relating me to subjects and things I reall enjoy, y'know?

Like even another friend of mine, who knows I have a bit of a fixation on birds and wings, now sends me any art he sees of that sort of thing! And he's not a fan of hermitcraft, but every time he sees art of anyone, he sends it to me as well and gets all excited about it with me!

And I keep thinking of more and more examples of this, and litle things people do just because they think of me and/or care about me and it really does... so much.

Hell I get supr touched over people just being sweet/interacting over tags with me here! Even if I mostly reblog and get too nervous to try and reach out and actually talk to them sshsjdj

People suck, yeah, but fuck can people genuinely be so, so great to one another. We care so much and like to think of each other and things people we like enjoy and get excited with them even if we don't know what we're getting excited about!!

And I'm so so happy to return the favor, and do more things for them once I can get myself straightened out a little better and just... man. I love my friends and I love my mutuals and I love people. I never want to stop loving people. It's just... such a nice feeling. <3

#liv talks #pardon me and this ranting #i typically try not to do this here but #today was... yeah #and that gesture just kinda hit me pretty hard i guess :)#love to all of my irls and online friends #love to all of my mutuals #love to everyone who bothers to see and read this post #maybe delete later #if I get too embarrassed #LOL

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houseisekai · 3 years

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House Miisekai Prologue: The Adventure Begins!

House Miisekai Masterlist Here

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Our story begins in the land of Miisekaitopia! (No, I couldn't think of a better name.)

It is a world where everyone from both storylines and unholy amounts of AU's can live in peace without worrying about wars breaking out every 4 seconds.

At least it was.

The darkness came without warning, a great and terrible shadow threatening all of Miisekaitopia! An unspeakably huge dick came and stole everyone's faces! Then, to add insult to injury, put those faces onto monsters across the land!

But, we shall follow the perspective of Sara Valestein, Instructor of Class VII and the original House Isekai...

Sara casually strolled through the hills, enjoying the sunlight and wind blowing gently across her.

(Sara) "...Goddess I am so bored."

She had been kicked out of yet another bar recently for drinking too much.

Again.

Left with nothing to do, she decided to take a trip to nowhere in particular, going wherever fate took her.

Sara continued muttering to herself, mocking the established "rules" for drinking in a tavern until she noticed something flying in the air.

(Sara) "Is...that a face?"

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and saw the eyes slowly float over to a nearby butterfly.

(Sara) "Uh...?"

(Sara) "GAH!"

The horrific creature began floating faster towards Sara, which prompted her to run full speed ahead towards the closest town.

As she ran out of breath, she ran towards anyone would even take a minute to listen.

(Sara) "H-Hey, there's some freaky bug thing out there with a human face!"

BE-LOP!

Tiny lines of text ran down the guide's face.

It showed too many messages at once for her to properly read it, and the person remained completely still.

(Sara) "...Hello?"

(Everyone) "..."

(Sara) "...Right."

Sara moved to the next person she saw.

...

Sara saw a platypus with a name tag 'Perry' calmly sitting on the market stall.

(Sara) "Hello, anyone here?"

The platypus stared at her, not saying a word.

(Sara) "...What in the hell is with this town?"

Next try. That would probably work.

...

(Anakin) "What did we get ourselves into this time?"

(Obi-Wan) "I'm not sure but...I do not like this a single bit."

(Anakin) "At least you're in a taller body, my head barely reaches your stomach!"

(Obi-Wan) "It's not the first time."

(Sara) "Hey, excuse me ma'aaaaaaaaaa...What in the?"

(Anakin) "Listen lady, we got our own problems right now. We're not in the mood-"

(Obi-Wan) "What my young padawan means is that we unfortunately cannot spare any help if you need it ma'am."

(Sara) "...Evidently."

Sara nervously walked away from the two grown men in a child and woman's body.

(Sonia) "Did we get transported again?"

(Gundham) "By the works of dark magic, no doubt..."

(Sonia) "Oh, looks like there's someone over there. Hello ma'am, do you know where we are?"

(Sara) "Eh?...Huh. That's a good question. Where is this?"

(Sonia) "Oh well, I'm a bit more comfortable knowing that someone I like is with me here!"

(Gundham) "I...uh...er..."

(Sara) "That's cute. Ah, to be young again..."

Sara left the two to talk amongst themselves before finding the next...person?

It was an extremely fat rabbit that was grey and white.

(Sara) "What in the hell-"

BIG BIG CHUNGUS, BIG CHUNGUS, BIG-

(Sara) "Okay, screw that."

Sara finally saw the mayor and approached him, and when he turned she almost jumped.

It was a Piranha plant. She thought so anyway, it was covered in white polka dots and bright red.

(Plant) "Ah, welcome to the town miss?"

(Sara) "Uh, Sara. Sara Valestein. Listen, there's this weird face that attached itself to a butterfly outside your place! You're gonna do something right?"

(Plant) "Did...did you say a face float down? OH NO."

(Familiar Man's voice) "OH YES."

(Sara) ?

(Anakin) "Uh, master?"

(Obi-Wan) "I've got a bad feeling about this..."

The platypus, fat rabbit, and the discord notification looked up into the skies, getting increasingly alarmed.

(Gundham) "THIS DARKNESS...IT'S...IT'S OVERWHELMING!"

(Sonia) "His voice sounds grating like Souda's..."

(Plant) "COINS PRESERVE US! IT'S..."

[Imperial Will - Final Fantasy XIV OST]

(Dark Lord Chris) "KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD, AND OFFER YOUR FACES UNTO ME!"

(Sara) "...Faces? You mean like services or...?"

(Anakin) "Maybe that's metaphorical?"

(Obi-Wan) "I'm not sure I want to find out-"

(Chris) "NO, YOU REALLY DON'T. ALSO NO. I MEAN IT LITERALLY!"

Several faces began to fly off the townspeople.

First was the platypus's face, quickly followed by the discord notification and Anakin's.

(Obi-Wan) "ANAKIN!"

Then it was Sonia and the fat rabbit's faces that floated next to Chris.

(Gundham) "AAAAAAAGH!"

(Plant) "OH MY GOD, THIS IS HORRIBLE!"

(Sara) "Can someone tell me what the hell is happening?!-"

(Chris) "THESE NOW BELONG TO ME! NOW, GO TELL THE OTHERS WHAT YOU'VE SEEN HERE, FOR I WILL BE COMING FOR THEM NEXT!"

Chris flew off into the skies, the faces following closely behind.

(Sara) "What an asshole!"

(Plant) "ADVENTURER, PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP US!"

(Sara) "Right uh..."

Sara reached for her sword and pistol, which was nowhere to be found.

(Sara) "Well, that's just great..."

Obi-Wan struggled to walk over to here, still not accustomed to his body and looked at Sara.

(Obi-Wan) "Ma'am, I'm afraid I cannot go into battle myself to assist with this matter. And we don't appear to have our weapons either..."

(Sara) "So, what do you reckon I do? Ask nicely?"

...

(Sara) "Damn it."

OUTSIDE OF TOWN...

Chris was floating away from the town when Sara finally caught up to him.

(Sara) "HEY, JACKASS!"

(Chris) "...Oh, you mean me. I-I mean, OH, IS SOMEONE TRYING TO BE THE HERO NOW?"

(Sara) "Don't play smart with me you glasses wearing freak! Give back their faces!"

(Chris) "Or what? You're going to fight me?"

Sara cracked her knuckles.

(Chris) "...Oh shit. Uh, here have it."

The face slowly floated over to a slime, which reattached itself and began hopping towards Sara.

(Anakin's voice) "OH MAN, I THOUGHT THE KID BODY WAS BAD!"

(Chris) "Uh anyways, LATER!"

Chris quickly flew away from Sara, leaving her and Anakin's face on a slime.

(Sara) "Alright, LET'S GO!"

Sara drove her fist into the slime, which quickly bounced off.

(Sara) "...Oh right. It's a slime."

The slime retaliated by knocking Sara onto her back.

(Anakin's voice) "Sorry!"

(Sara) "Damn, my weapons aren't anywhere to be found either!

"I AM THOU...THOU ART I..."

(Sara) "Oh, what is it now-HURK?!"

Sara reached for her head as the voice boomed thunderously.

"THOU ART...Okay, no we're not rhyming. I'm your guardian spirit, Sara!"

(Sara) "Really now? And where were you during Erebonia?!"

"ANYWAYS, it seems you're in a bit of trouble! Do you need some help?"

(Sara) "It's either getting help or getting killed by a damn slime of all things, so...Yeah, sure."

"Good choice! Now, I bestow upon you the awesome power of the guardian!"

(Sara) "You're gonna explain later where I got this from, right?"

"That depends, do you want the plot to get moving? Our other posts are slowed down as it is, and this has gotten too meta in just the first few lines of this."

(Sara) "Ugh, fine."

Sara's outfit shined forth and became donned in armor, wielding a new sword.

(Sara) "Hey, you cheap bastard, where's my gun?!"

"This is a fantasy RPG, why would you get a gun? Just kill the damn slime already!"

(Anakin's voice) "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!"

(Sara) "Hold on, I'll getcha outta there, HIYA!"

[COOL QUIRK: WEAK POINT]

Sara took one swing of her sword and smacked the slime into the floor, it quickly disappearing.

Anakin's face floated off the slime and back to the town.

"That was..."

(Sara) "Really anti-climatic."

"You should uh...probably go back to the town and check up on Anakin."

INSIDE OF TOWN...

Anakin's face slowly floated back onto the child's body, making him trip over.

(Anakin) "AGH!"

(Obi-Wan) "So, how was it?"

(Anakin) "I was just put into a slime's body, how do you think I feel?!"

(Obi-Wan) "Same as usual, got it."

Obi-Wan turned to Sara, who now looked like a proper knight.

(Obi-Wan) "You have our thanks for helping us, Miss?"

(Sara) "Name's Sara."

(Anakin) "Thanks for helping me out there. What are you gonna do? We'd join you but our bodies would just get in the way."

(Sara) "I'm going to uh...Hey, what is the plan?"

"What do you think? You're the only hero in a fantasy land."

(Obi-Wan) "Is she alright?"

(Anakin) "Yeah, she started doing this earlier, no idea what's up with it."

(Sara) "Might as well go after the others, see what happens I guess. Anyways, I'll be back once I restored this town, until then!"

Sara held onto her sheathe and ran out of the town, those still faceless watching her leave.

(Gundham) "Please hurry. Sonia is...unsettling me."

(Plant) "Miss Valestein, you're our only hope...!"

(Anakin) "Think she'll be okay? That talking thing is really concerning me."

(Obi-Wan) "Probably...?"

[Chase Me - Faky]

(Sara) "Right so...do I just go forward?"

"Where did you see him fly off to?"

(Sara) "Was a lot more focused on trying NOT to get murdered by the slimes."

"It was just a slime, you've killed enemy mechs and demonic beasts like it was nothing!"

(Sara) "That's when I had my weapons and ARCUS unit!"

"..Still. Should've had no problem. I probably didn't even have to interfere."

(Sara) "Good goddess, am I going to be stuck with you? Actually WHO even are you?"

"The narrator! In a sense anyway."

(Sara) "What-"

And so begins the tale of Sara Valestein and her quest to defeat the Dark Lord Chris!

What friends will she encounter on the way?

How much of the meta can we break more than we have?

How many more jokes will the writer run into the ground as this series goes on?

FIND OUT NEXT TIME, ON HOUSE MIISEKAI!

(Sara) "...What?!"

STARRING:

And yours truly as the antagonist for this story!

Here's to some more god-awful written meme stories like this one, everyone!

#House Isekai #House Isekai ARR #House Miisekai

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nightshadeshadow123 · 4 years

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 5:

Part 5 guys. Honestly didn't expect to write this far but to be honest I've had so much fun with writing this whole fic series. Thanks for all the love and support guys! Love ya'll💜💙💚

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Alex jumped at the sound of loud bangs, yelling and gun fire, blinking the fogginess from her eyes and letting out a groan, trying to move her hands to try and rub at her head but found them tied up behind her with a rope that is digging into the soft skin of her palms uncomfortably

"What?" Alex asked confusedly, taking in her surrounding for a moment, having forgotten where she was for a moment.

"Oh." Alex let out after it dawned on her like a slap in the face.

"WHO INVITED YOU TWO?! Not that I'm complaining, Miss Luthor will be ecstatic to get her hands on such prized aliens." A guard yelled out, firing his gun again as Alex tried to look but couldn't.

"Oh I doubt that even a dick can get her ecstatic, not than anyone would even touch her with a 10 feet pole in the first place." You said smuggly, arms crossed over the silver wolf head logo on your chests matted black armored suit.

Kara eyes widened at your words, thinking to herself 'Yep, sarcastic, foul mouted and dirty just like before.'

The guard almost let out a snort at your choice of words but immediately regained his composure, firing at you again.

"What's it with ya mortals? Bullets can't harm us." You said amusedly as the bullets bounced off of you and Kara.

More guards came streaming in, firing away at the both of you.

You gave Kara a smirk, making her roll her blue eyes at you but give a smile back. "Let's get em'."

"Just don't kill anyone." Kara chuckled, watching you.

"Can't make any promises dearie." You winked before swinging at the nearest guard, punching away at any guards.

"Figured you'd say something like that." Kara said them join in on taking the guards out.

Alex huffed, strands of her hair flying out of her face. "Damn Kryptonians." She said amusedly after hearing the conversations.

You turned into wolf form, running past Alex before stopping and looking at her and give her a wolfish grin.

Alex rolled her brown eyes at you but a tiny smile tug at her plum lips none the less.

You watched her for a moment further with glowing red eyes before jumping at the guard that came running from the front inbetween the rusted containers, a loud bang being created by the impact, making Alex cringe, only imaging how that impact must have felt.

Kara spared a glance at Alex while hovering in the air slightly, a struggling guard held by his armors collar in a iron grip. Kard give her a hint of a smile, glad that her sister is okay before throwing the guard in hand against another two's backs that went to try and take a blow at you making them groan in both pain and shock.

You shook your head out of the daze, nodding your head at Kara in a silent thanks and respect, Kara giving you two thumps up in reply before using x-ray vision to make sure there aren't anymore guards around, landing next to her sister when seeying that all the guards are unconscious around them save for the three groaning guards that are in too much pain to even move.

"Whoops, maybe I threw that one a little too hard." Kara chuckled nervously, figeting with the sleeve of her armor suit.

"Just a tad maybe. But hardly I could've done it better." You motioned with your fingers teasingly as you stepped up to them in human form now, (e/c) eyes shimmering in amusment.

"Is that a challenge?" Kara folded her arms over her chest, eyebrow raised.

"Maybe." You smirked.

"What are the two of you doing here? Not that I mind but how did you manage to get her on our side? And I thought she refused to go near any CADMUS buildings and people." Alex looked up at Kara.

"I only came because she promised good food." You crossed your arms over your chest once again, half covering the wolf head logo again, taking note of how Alex subtly tries to eye it, only causing you to grin more.

"Oh just admit that you do care and are going soft." Kara elbowed you, grinning amusedly as you pretend to be hurt by her.

"Ugh, whatever blondie."

"As much as I love seeying you guys bonding can you first get me out of this ropes and out of here before CADMUS backup arrive." Alex pipped in, impatiently struggling against the restraints again, gritting her teeth at the pain it cause in her now raw wrists.

"Aww but it's kinda kinky seeying you like that. All tied up-"

"Shut it wolf." Alex glared.

"Make me Princessa." You smirked at the red haired woman.

Alex only glared more making you laugh as you untie her.

"Thanks." Alex huffed, rubbing at her wrists.

You only winked at her, standing next to Kara.

"Thanks for the help. You have a great nose to sniff people out." Kara thanked you, pating you on the shoulder as you began to make your way outside with Alex.

"It was no biggie Kar. Was kinda fun." You smiled at the blonde kryptonian.

"Will we see you again?" Alex suddenly asked, grabbing at your armored clad arm as you three stood outside, taking careful steps to not step on more unconscious guards that layed around the place.

You looked down at her hand on your arm for a moment before looking back up into her eyes.

"Of course you will. I'll meet ya both back at the DEO base, gotta take care of a few things first though." You explained, smiling at Alex.

Alex could feel a small blush brusing at her cheecks as she think 'Woah, she have such seductively pretty (e/c) eyes.'

"Better watch yourself out there then and get to the DEO so I can test you to see if you are really that tough." Alex removed her arm and watch as you walked past Kara.

"We can do a lot more than just testing Agent Danvers. We can-Ouch!" You yelped as Kara smacked you in the back of the head.

"Don't talk dirty in front of me about my sister." Kara teased, grinning as you glare at her.

"Pussy blocker." You snort but continued walking, giving them one last glance before dissapearing into the forest.

Alex tried to hide her blush but Kara end up teasingly raising and eyebrow at her. "I ship this."

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say. Let's get back to the base." Alex tugged her by the elbow.

"I'm going to help plan the wedding! No questions asked!"

"Kara!"

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It was the next day when you showed up at the DEO, (e/c) eyes taking in everything in awe as agents went on with their work.

"Glad to see you've finally showed up here." A male voice said from your left, making you spun and face the person, seeying Hank Henshaw stand there.

"Hank." You greeted the martian, earning a tiny smile from him as he gestured you to follow him.

"What is your name? Haven't gotten it because we were in a hurry to save agent Danvers." Hank looked at you, allowing you to step into the elegant elevator first, following behind soon after.

"How about you tell me your real name first martian, then I'll tell you mine."

He looked shocked for a moment.

"Wait how do you know I'm a-" He began but you pointed at your nose before he could even finish his question.

"I can identify any alien species from humans. I have a good nose." You explained.

"I like even more already." He smiled at you.

"My real name is J'onn J'onzz." He held out a hand to you.

"Nice to meet ya, names (Y/N)." You shook his hand firmly, suprising him even more.

"You have great strength." J'onn aknowledge respectfully.

"Oh that's nothing, you should see the metal container I tackled that guards against last night, I doubt the guy will ever wake up and be removed intact from it." You mused out, stepping out onto the floor when the elevator doors opened.

"You are full of surprises." J'onn chuckled under his breath.

"What's live without a little surprises?" You followed him as he lead you towards what seem to be a big office, allowing you to enter first then closing the door behind the both of you.

Taking in the office you spotted Kara sitting in chair and flipping through a file, curiously looking up when you and J'onn entered, a bright smile immediately crossing her face upon seeying you, throwing the file to the side without a care as she jumped up.

"You came!" Kara pulled you into a hug.

"Of course. I had nothing else better to do anyways. And I guess it wouldn't hurt to give a shot at the DEO, maybe I can be of better help here." You returned her hug before taking a seat where J'onn have gestured in front of his desk after he sat down too, Kara taking her seat too again after picking up the file she have thrown.

J'onn turned his attention back to you, hands folded on the desk as he eye you curiously.

"I have a few questoins to ask you if you don't mind."

"Ask away." You said.

"We want to know what powers and abilities you have." He explained, hoping he doesn't seem like an enemy to you.

"Well aside from shape shifting into a huge wolf and super strength, I have better smelling and seeying senses than humans, super speed and can endure both extremely cold and hot tempretures, Illusion, psychokinesis, and have x-ray vision, laser vision and also hell-fire breath that can melt through anything and pretty much bullet proof like Kara and can sometimes mimic others powers if I concentrate hard enough."

"Interesting. I'd like to spar with you to test those abilities." J'onn said, intrigued by this.

Kara looked intrigued by this too. "Wait. What? That is cool. I don't have all those."

"Jealous?" You teased the blonde, folding your arms against the chairs top and leaning against them.

Kara glared playfully. "Maybe."

"Trust me, these powers are fun and all but the getting them was not so fun with CADMUS. It was extremely painfull and I had to suffer everyday for a few years. The old hag even managed to take away my flight ability with an expiriment gone wrong."

Both J'onn and Kara looked at you in sympathy.

"I'm a sorry we couldn't have rescued you." J'onn said truthfully.

You gave them both a comforting smile. "Hey it's okay. You didn't know and they are a shady but dangerous corperation. I'm just glad I've met someone there that have helped me escape. We still are best friends. Never could really loose contact and that was all fine with us both."

J'onn studied you. "Who helped you escape? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

You pursed your lips, hesitating for a moment. "Well, believe it or not, it was their little black sheep of the family, Lena Luthor."

With that said a memory flew through Kara's mind with her and Lena's talk on the balcony.

"I know that she was my mothers best expiriment and weapon to use against her enemies. And for who helped her escape, I don't know who it was. Maybe it was someone with a death wish."

That rang throug her head a few times. "Lena you genuis sneaky little vixen. Only you would go against your own mother."

You chuckeld at the blonde kryptonian. "Lena told me that you've asked about me. I arrived at her office right after you've left."

"Oh you two are sneaky little vixens. I should've know she was half lying."

"She only did it to protect us both. She is a protective friend ya know. We'd do anything to keep each other safe, we only had each other. And besides, she didn't know that we used to be childhood besties." You explained.

"Good. Now you have me too then." Kara said truthfully.

J'onn softly smile at the two of you. "I'm glad she've helped you. She's a good woman that are full of surprises just like you."

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You walked next to Kara as J'onn walked at the front, leading you through the DEO, showing you around the place.

"Sir!" A guy came running towards J'onn.

"Winn." He greeted, coming to a stop and looking down at him. "What is it?"

Winn's eyes immediately lit up when seeying you, pushing Kara aside earning a startled 'Hey!' from the blonde Kryptonian as he stood by you bubbling with excitement.

"It's such an honor to finally meet you." He akwardly greeted, holding a hand out. "I'm Winn."

You smiled at the akward man, shaking his hand firmly just like you did with J'onn, amused at his shock and excitiment. "I'm (Y/N)."

"I know this a probably to soon to ask but...can I please desing you a suit?"

"Winn!" J'onn glared, making you laugh.

"Woah dude. Thanks for the offer but a Luthor already beated ya to it."

Winn tried to hide a pout. "Ah man, Lena's good with designing. But...if you ever want new suits keep me in mind please."

"I will keep that in mind Winn, thanks." You watched as he bubbled up with excitiment before rushing away again after J'onn dismissed him.

You and Kara began to follow him again for awhile until he led you into what seems to be a huge impressive training room.

"Very nice." You said more to yourself before you spotted Alex sparring with another agent.

"Loving the view." You mused, arms crossed as you lean against a wall, head tilted to the side when Alex lost her focus and the other agent kicked her legs and knocking her over as she cuss under her breath, making you and J'onn give each other a cheecky smile at the red haired agents fail.

Alex got back up, not exceptting the agent hao that wanted to help her up. "I'm fine, you are dismissed Agent Lopez." Watching as the lacky man scurry away before turning to see you, Kara and J'onn chuckling at her.

"Well would you look at that, I have to get back to CatCo. Miss Grant wants me to do....something." Kara slipped away before Alex could send her her famous cold glare.

Alex shot you both a 'not amused' look, making you and J'onn stop, playfully holding your hands up.

"You are late." Alex finally spoke up, moving closer.

"Oh, honey, no. I'm never late. I arrive exactly when I have to. And I had to take care of other things too before I came here."

"And what other things might that have been?" Alex prod.

"Nothing bad, was just helping out a lady."

Alex gave you a look. "Helping out a lady?"

You smirked even more. "Yep." You said popping the p and looking around the room again as J'onn sneakily leave the room.

"Interesting. Good to see you came." Alex said, watching as your (e/c) eyes scan the room curiously before you ran to the salmon ladder in the room.

"Awesome! I love this workout." You threw off your shirt, revealing a black training bra as Alex watched.

You immediately got started, ignoring the agent that is watching you.

"Enjoying the view Princesa?" You teased when feeling her eyes heavily scanning over you

"Shut up." Alex scoffed, looking away briefly and muttering "maybe." under her breath before looking back up at you again as you sent her a wink before concentrating again.

"I can't wait to kick your smug ass." Alex said.

"Ya wish Danvers."

"Where did you learn this workout session? It looks like you've been doing it for years." Alex sneaked a glance at your flexing abs and well built arms, bitting her lower lip to try and keep away her not so innocent thoughts.

You've didn't fail to notice her subtle glance, smuggly smiling at her again.

"I've learned this and much more by CADMUS. They've always made their best train and workout everyday. Can't say I mind the workouts from them but the expirimenting not at all. I kept working out even after Lena have helped me escape that place. She have an epic gym at her place I we both use." You explained, still focused.

"Lena helped you? Woah, who would've though that. You two seem close if you two keep in contact."

"Yeah, we are good friends. We tend to work together on projects at times and hang out when she's free which aren't that often. The poor woman overwork herself too much. Have told her to take breaks often but she's a stuborn one." You looked at Alex once you were back on the ground.

"Sure does sound like her." Alex watched you again as you went for another round on the salmon ladder.

"I've heard Lena mentoined you and Kara by her. She said she goes to the game nights. Does she know that you are an agent and that Kara is Supergirl? She've never mentioned that."

"No, she doesn't know that. It's best that way." Alex explained.

"Yikes." You spared another glance at her. "Don't wanna be there if the secret gets found out."

Alex pursed her lips, arms folded. "You won't tell her right?"

"I'm against keeping secrets from my friend but it's not my place to tell. So, No, I won't tell her."

Alex let's out a relieved sigh. "Thanks."

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Man I'm obsessed with salmon ladder workout way too much. Sorry for the long wait, had to wait for insperation to smack me first and drag myself out of my depressed state I was in. Don't know when the next part will be posted or if it will be posted. Welp hope ye guys like this part, stay safe my peeps.

#alex danvers x reader #alex danvers imagines #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagines #supergirl imagine

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Got tagged by the marvelous @hvnnigram and I can't wait to bare my soul to you guys. this is a long one, so let's go!!

Rules: Tag people you want to get to know better 🖤

Your name and then what you would've named yourself: My full name is Montserrat (I'm Mexican, in case you couldn't tell. Well Mexican-American but anywho) but I typically go by Montse. Mainly cuz people struggle to pronounce my full name hehe but I also just think it's less of a mouthful. Idk, I honestly really love my name and don't think I'd change it given the chance. Maybe something shorter just cuz paperwork can be a bitch. I like Rene but otherwise, I'm pretty attached to my name lol.

Astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): I'm a sun Pisces, a moon Aries, and a rising Virgo, I believe :)) All in all, I'm an emotional, empathetic bitch

When did you join Tumblr and why?: Was going through my emails yesterday and I've been here for a year?? apparently. So yea, I joined Aug./Nov. of 2019 and I'm almost certain it was cuz I wanted to see more Good Omens fanart lol. But I got more active this year cuz quarantine do be forcing me to have some wack coping mechanisms. Also BBC Merlin had me reeling and I needed somewhere to scream.

Top 5 fandoms: Hannibal (obviously), BBC Merlin, Killing Eve, Good Omens, and The Umbrella Academy 😊

Top 5 favorite films: (oh Lord, the cinema buff in me is Panicking rn) God, there's so many I love but I'll try to give varietyTM. But I'm a Cheerleader (1999), Parasite (2019), The Wind Rises (2013), Little Shop of Horrors (1986), and Hector and the Search for Happiness (2014).

Go to song when you wanna Feel something: if we're talking like emotionally charged, TALK ME DOWN by Troye Sivan always sends me reeling. Endorphins wise, Ahora Te Puedes Marchar by Luis Miguel always makes me wanna jump and move around. And La Vie Boheme from RENT, just pure serotonin

What's your religion or faith, if you have one?: I was raised with a heavy Catholic background but I'm agnostic, I believe is the term. Basically, I don't think there's not a God or higher power(s). I just don't align with anything specifically. But I do believe there's something running things, whether that be spirits, the stars, gods, etc. I can't say.

A song that makes you feel seen: Not to be a theatre kid on main but, Breathe from In The Heights. That song and whole musical hold such a special place in my heart, esp with Nina's character cuz I'm Nina. Every part of that song just Gets Me and i ugh, can't articulate it but yea, that song be me.

If you could pick a career: A writer or painter. Anything creative/artsy really cuz crafting is just so calming to me.

Do you have a type?: ngl, I'm kinda the 'falls in love with their best friend' stereotype but beyond that, not really. I kinda just see attractive people and mentally short circuit

What does your soul/heart yearn for?: Not to sound like a character from Hannibal, but to be understood. To be cared for and feel supported. To allow myself to rest and be comforted/loved. Just to feel safe ig. Whoop, that got personal, anywho

If you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone who doesn’t know you: intelligent, caring, awkward, Very Queer, and chaotic

Favorite subject in school: English and History!! I think they're absolutely fascinating and I'm gay so obviously I connect way too much with literature

Where does your soul feel most at home at?: Close to someone that I love, in comfortable silence. Or any situation where I have wind blowing in my face, it's super comforting and idk why

Top 5 fictional characters: Rowena from SPN, Bella Crawford, Beverly Katz, Eve Polastri, and Jack Crawford

Top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry:

1. The ending of Your Lie In April. Idk if any of yall have experienced that, but let me know if you have cuz shared trauma. I was crying so hard, I couldn't breathe. Dry heaving and everything, it was Not Pretty

2. Like literally all of One Day At Time. I know, it's cheesy but that show means a lot to me and I get so emotional watching it cuz I connect to the characters so much. Anything with Elena makes me sob cuz like she's me but also my baby, ya know

3. Um Queer Eye in general but specifically the episode with the gay pastor. That hit close to home on so many levels and boy, was I sobbing the entire time.

(Before y'all ask, honorable mention to Mizumono, TWOTL, and the ending of BBC Merlin cuz I may have been too tired to cry, but trust me, I was emotionally wrecked after all three)

The earth, the sun, the moon, or the stars: Ooh, I'm gonna have to go with the stars but I love that lesbian space rock too

Favorite kind of weather: Thunderstorms, rain, cloudy, grey weather. Fall, I love the fall, give me autumn pleASE

Top 3 characters to kin you with: Guinevere Pendragon from BBC Merlin, Vanya Hargreeves from TUA, and Abigail Hobbs from Hannibal

Favorite medium of art: I love all art very much but I guess drawing and film especially

Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Gonna say ambivert cuz I can be shy but buckle up, cuz the second I'm comfortable around you, it's absolute chaos. You will learn too much about me and that's okay 😌

Favorite literary quote: If poetry counts, it's something like "And if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent". Idk who wrote it but it's an Arabic love poem. Actual book quote tho, "But I'm tired of coming out. All I ever do is come out. I try not to change, but I keep changing, in all these little ways." from Simon vs. The Homosapiens Agenda cuz damn me too.

Some of your favorite books: Simon vs. The Homosapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli, the Carry On series by Rainbow Rowell, When I Was Puerto Rican by Esmeralda Santiago, Fun Home by Alison Bechdel, All The Bright Places by Jennifer Lee, Autoboygraphy, and Copper Sun

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?: Europe or New York. No real specifics for Europe, defiently leaning more towards Western Europe and the Mediterranean cuz they just seem so pretty. And NY cuz I want a studio apartment hehe and also I adore NY. I went a couple years back and just fell in love. Although live is a loose term cuz I've always thought of moving around a lot. I like traveling and settling down isn't really convenient for that so these are kinda just ideals lol

If you could live in any time in history, when would it be?: Oh, defiently 60s/70s. Also, anytime matriarch societies were common cuz I wanna see what that looked like

If you could play any instrument masterfully, it would be: the acoustic guitar and piano. Maybe violin, but those two for sure

If you have one, which god or goddess do you feel more connected to?: I've always really vibed with Athena so her. But also Diyonuses cuz man's is the ideal.

And finally, your favorite recent selfie in your camera role:

(Excuse the eye bags and look in general, I was sleepy when I took it)

Whoo, that's all folks. I'm just gonna say that any of my followers/mutuals who want to do this, feel free to say I tagged you. Thanks for tag, once again, babe!!

#thanks for the tag!#luv u babe #mwah <3 #get to know me #about me

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