#gab why u hurt me like this

[lovetorn]

all for the game [dream]

Exy player!Dream x Reader

summary: dream runs into trouble when the florida falcons play the edgar allan ravens.

w/c: 3.4k+ :D

warnings: violence, blood, swearing, ha typical exy shit

a/n: an au based on my favourite book trilogy, all for the game. idea by 🍀 anon <3 i wrote this for my own enjoyment AHHAHAAH. if u don’t understand the rules etc of exy, it’s basically hockey, soccer and lacrosse meshed together, but if u have any questions, send me an ask!

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Exy is a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse with the violence of ice hockey. Dream loves every aspect of it. It is vastly different from the usual college football, and it certainly gives you more bruises. Maybe a little too many more bruises. Played in a stadium, on a soccer-sized basketball court with plexiglass to protect the crowd, it brings Dream immense joy.

Scooping the ball into the net of his racket, Dream looks at the wall before he uses his body to launch the ball towards it. The ball is quick to bounce back and plop into Dream’s net. He adjusts his grip on the stick and tilts his head, deciding where his next shot should be.

“Dream?” The dirty blonde turns around and sees you push through the plexiglass door that leads onto the court. “Hey!”

Dream smiles from under his helmet. “Hi, Y/n!” You don't play Exy, choosing to watch your best friend from the sidelines instead. He grips the grate of his helmet and slides his head out of it, his hair sticking up in every direction. “What are you doing here?”

You throw your arms up. “Coming to see you practice the great sport that is Exy,” You laugh before spinning around and looking up at the highest seats of the stadium. “Haven’t broken a bone yet, I assume?” This made Dream laugh.

“No, not yet. Saving that for the game against the Ravens.”

Dream’s determination for Exy scared you a little bit—it was almost like he wanted to get hurt. “Easy, tiger. We all know what happened last time we played them. Never again, please,” You shake your head, walking closer to him. The last time the Florida Falcons played the West Virginia Edgar Allan Ravens, Dream got a concussion so bad he couldn’t walk for a few days. You had sworn they would pay for their damage, but Dream went against you.

Dream rolls his eyes, lightheartedly. “That’s the way the game goes, Y/n. No way you can stop it,” he said that back then, too. You throw him a glare before taking the racket out of his hand to gain his full attention.

“Just, please be careful.” You practically beg. Dream’s eyebrows raise slightly, surprised. He didn’t see that coming.

“Yeah, always,” He follows your eyes as they trace the scar that runs from his temple to the middle of his forehead. You sigh and pass his racket back to him.

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The dark purple Edgar Allan Ravens bus pulls into the Falcon’s home stadium car park that Friday night. Fans from all over the state and West Virginia crowd the entrances and surprisingly, there are a lot more supporters in purple and black than green and white.

Dream looks down at his forest green Exy uniform and smooths out his jersey. He rolls his neck in a circle to release the building tension. A hand clamps down on his shoulder as Dream slips his hands into his green and white gloves.

“You’re gonna be fine, dude. We all are,” Sapnap says, although Dream can hear the waver in his voice. Dream shakes his head and Sapnap inhales sharply.

“Nah, we won’t be.”

Sapnap slides his hand off of Dream’s shoulder and turns around, probably going to the bathroom to calm his crippling trepidation. The locker room is silent as the team moves around, changing and preparing themselves for the game ahead. Dream tries not to think about the team on the other side of the stadium, who are most likely already warming up despite the game starting in an hour.

Dream opens his locker and fumbles around for his phone. He needs to know that you’re here. Opening his messages, he’s frozen from the notifications coming through.

I hope your little friend prayed for you last night.

You got lucky with that concussion. Take this as a warning.

Dream’s fingertips trail up to hover above the scar on his forehead. He clenches his fist and throws his phone back into the locker, not flinching when the dark green metal dents. Dream leans his head against his forearm that rests on the locker.

“Dream! Dude, calm down,” A voice calls from across the room. Footsteps come up behind him and Dream has to stop the tears collecting on his waterline. “It’ll be fine, Coach said he might put you on for one half.”

George’s comments do nothing to soothe Dream’s anxiety. Dream has told nobody about the threats he’s been getting for a few days leading up to this game. If he told you, he wouldn’t even be here. You.

Dream ducks down to find his phone. George furrows his eyebrows as he watches. “Wha—?”

Grasping his phone, Dream then stalks out of the locker room. He walks down the hallway towards the inner court, presses your phone number on his now-smashed phone, and brings it to his ear. Pick up, pick up. “Dream?”

The sound of your voice makes Dream exhale deeply. “Where are you?” He asks desperately.

Dream can hear the crowd chattering through the phone as he scans over the stadium trying to find you.

“Uh, section 4, row 38, where I am every home game. Why? Is everything okay?” The worry in your voice is evident and it fails to calm Dream down like he thought it would. And when he sees waves of purple instead of green, his anxiety grows.

“I—Y/n. I need to see you, I don’t—I can’t,” Dream screws his eyes shut and tries to breathe through his nose slowly.

“Dream, I’m coming. I can see you in the inner court. Stay there.”

Y/n hangs up after that and Dream looks at his phone.

Scared? A text says from an unknown number.

Dream presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek and blinks a few times. A knock on the plexiglass behind him startles Dream. He turns and sees you smiling. He lifts his hand in a small wave and you do the same, laughing at him. At least he has a way to take his mind off of the shit with the Ravens.

A bell signals the start of the line-up announcements and Dream throws his thumb over his shoulder. You nod, understandingly, and blow him a kiss. Dream smiles shyly, his cheeks growing pink before he turns to leave.

You make your way back up to your seat, your legs bouncing in anticipation as the Ravens walk on the court one by one while the announcer calls the line-up. Once the Ravens are in a line on the halfway line, the Falcons are announced.

Since teams are co-ed, the variances in heights differ greatly. The Ravens are much taller than a majority of the Falcons, which gives them an advantage, to an extent. Dream had told you that being shorter allows you to move around the court with more agility, but being 6’2’’, Dream chose to be a striker instead of a dealer or a backliner.

“Number 2, Dream Tucker.”

At the sound of your best friend’s name, you stand and cheer, earning a few dirty looks from Ravens fans. As the remainder of the team is announced, you grow more nervous than you thought possible. A warning buzzer sounds and both teams go back to their benches.

“Alright, guys, this is our biggest game of the season, again. The last game against these idiots wasn’t ideal, but don’t let that deter you from doing your best tonight. That goes for you too, Dream," Coach looks towards Dream and he nods. Dream draws his bottom lip between his teeth from under his helmet and looks down at the ground. Sapnap’s hand slaps Dream's back in support and then the rest of the team is in agreement.

At his teammates’ words, Dream huffs. He can do this. The starting team goes onto the court, the doors closing behind them with a thump and then the scrape of a lock.

Dream sits on the bench next to Punz and Liliana. They hear the buzzer go off again and then watch as Sapnap flicks the ball into the air and slams it with his racket. There’s a distinctive crack as both teams race off their lines to find their preferred place on the court along with the players they need to mark. Three bodies crash into each other and the ball pops out on the other side, rolling silently.

At the sight of violence, the stadium roars. A Ravens backliner throws the ball and it hits the plexiglass in front of Dream who jumps in surprise. The ball is picked up off the floor by another Ravens player. He throws it to a girl who is running across the court and it lands perfectly into her net. Dream sees Tegan bodyslam the girl into the wall, the glass shuddering under their weight and Sapnap throws his hand up in a thumbs-up at Tegan, who smiles under her helmet.

The ball sails high in the air and players push and shove each other under it. As it comes down, George gets pushed to the floor, skidding to a stop a few feet away. The Ravens striker looks George dead in the eye and smirks as he catches the ball. He then tosses it powerfully towards the home court goal and the Falcons' goalie, Gabby, hits it up the court and away from herself. Dream, Punz and Liliana cheer from their spots on the subs bench.

“Nice one, Gabs! Falcons down the court!” Coach yells through the plexiglass.

Dream wears a smile when he turns back to look at you. You grin back, give him a thumbs-up, and nod. That’s when Dream knows he’s ready.

But, ten minutes into the game, the Ravens break the Falcons defensive line. The ball slips through the gap between Gabby’s torso and racket and lands in the back of the net, the siren above the goal going red and blaring a high-pitched sound. The Ravens don’t hug or cheer and return to their places on the court. Their fans, however, throw insults and middle fingers up at the Falcons while screaming and hollering.

“Fuck’s sake,” Dream mumbles. Punz slaps his pair of gloves against the bench and Liliana shakes her head.

The game went on like this for the rest of the half—the Ravens scoring 6 more goals, the Falcons scoring none. At half-time, Sapnap throws his helmet on the floor of the locker room.

“I fucking hate these guys,” He curses, pacing around the room. Coach sits on a chair, his elbows on his knees.

“We all do, but complaining about it isn’t going to help us win,’ Dream says. “Coach put me on.”

Coach looks at Dream for a moment. The tension in the room is thick and Dream knows he’s pushing his luck by asking. Nonetheless, Coach sighs before nodding stiffly.

“Dream goes on for Peter, Punz on for Drew, Liliana on for Tegan.”

And so it’s decided. Dream’s thumbs fly across his screen as he texts you. You pull your phone out of your pocket at the sound of your text tone and see the message. I’m on.

You smirk softly at it and message him back before you tuck your phone back into your pocket. The warning buzzer sounds and then both teams are back on the court: the Ravens with a whole new line-up and the Falcons with their three new subs.

Dream’s heart pounds in his chest, sending shuddery heat through every inch of his body. He holds his breath in anticipation for the serve, and then it starts. The Ravens are clearly a lot more experienced than the Falcons, but that doesn’t stop the team in green from giving everything they’ve got.

The ball hits the far wall and comes soaring back, thanks to the Ravens goalie. Dream jumps to catch it before it can fly over his head and it lands safely in the soft net of his striker racket. He looks around for opponents and takes 7 steps of his allowed 10, and passes it to George who is open further down the court. George catches the ball, then twists and passes the ball across to Punz. His mark collides with him a moment later and George goes sliding, his arm out with his racket to help him balance. Punz runs down the court, stops, then throws the ball to Liliana. His mark slams his racket down violently on Punz’s in retaliation. The backliner shakes his head in annoyance and continues running.

Dream is already near the goal by the time it gets to him again. He gets the ball and only has two steps to aim and shoot before a Ravens player crashes into him. Dream hits the ground so hard, he rolls. But, the crowd holds their breath as they watch the ball sail past the goalie and into the back of the net. The siren glows red and all Dream can hear is his ears ringing. Sapnap runs up to Dream and helps him up, congratulating him in the process. Dream looks around confused before realising he scored a goal. The entire team rushes towards him, cheering and laughing.

“Good job, Dream! Let’s do that again!” Coach yells. Dream’s surprised he can hear him over the crowd.

The game starts again with Falcons serve. The Falcons’ are fired up and back in the game, even if it is 6-1. And as soon as George throws Dream the ball, he dodges his mark and flies up the court, unguarded and ready to score again. The Ravens’ goalie isn’t prepared for Dream’s throw and misses the ball as it’s thrown at him, making the score 6-2. The crowd gets impossibly louder and Dream looks up into the sea of people to spot you. The smile on your face gives Dream newfound confidence and then everybody is back at their starting positions.

The Ravens are angry, there’s no doubt about that. Sapnap gives the striker a boyish smirk and a snide comment, which Dream can’t hear. He guesses it pisses them off because the second the ball is thrown from the Ravens dealer, the striker goes straight for Sapnap. The younger boy is thrown against the wall of the court and continues to spit insults at the Ravens player, despite his situation.

“Sapnap! Get out of there, bro!” Punz yells, collecting the ball from the ground and throwing it back to Gabby to hit up the court. Sapnap laughs and shakes his head, his lips still moving. Dream sees, out of the corner of his eye, the Ravens player drawing his fist back before punching Sapnap in the nose. The Falcons fans in the crowd start booing at the unnecessary violence and the referees unlock the doors to intervene. Dream meets Sapnap’s eye and raises his eyebrows when he sees Sapnap laughing, blood dripping into his mouth and coating his teeth. The referees pull the Ravens striker off of Sapnap and give him a red card for throwing the first punch. The Ravens fans boo and start swearing at the referees, but their cries are drowned out by the sound of the home crowd.

Due to the incident, the teams are to go back to their positions to start the serve again. Now that the Ravens are down a player, Dream knows the ways to get around them, especially when Sapnap is unguarded.

“Dream!” Sapnap calls when Dream catches the ball. He spins around a little too quickly, loses his balance slightly but throws the ball anyway. As he watches it fly across the court, Dream feels his entire body get crushed against the wall of the court. His head rebounds off the wall from the impact. There’s a heavy weight that pushes him into it more and he can’t breathe. Dream flails his arms, drops his racket, and attempts to push the Ravens player off of him. There’s no doubt that Dream hit his head again. He knows he did. A helmet can only do so much.

Dream can only hear ringing in his ears as he feels the Raven get pulled off—and it isn't the same ringing he heard when he scored the Falcons first goal. He tries to scramble to his feet before he crumples to the ground. Dream blinks a few times, disorientated, but still fails to gain a conscious mind. His eyes start to close when he feels his helmet being tugged off and then someone’s slapping his cheeks. “Stay awake, Dream.”

Dream can barely hear the sound of someone slamming their fists against the plexiglass behind him and then the person in front of him nods. He thinks it’s Sapnap. “Come on, bro, it’s only a few steps and then you can lie down.”

Dream’s head lols to the side, eyes half-open and a lazy grin on his mouth. “Sappy,” he slurs. Sapnap lets out a laugh for the first time since his best friend got knocked out and smiles at him.

“Yeah, dude, it’s me. We’re gonna get you fixed up, okay?” Dream nods before he closes his eyes. “No, no, Coach!” The world fades out around him and Dream falls unconscious.

—

The light is so bright above him. Dream closes his eyes again after he opens them and groans softly. The sound is almost too quiet for you to hear, but you do. And when you do, you lift your head from where you were resting on the edge of his bed. The chair you are sitting in is uncomfortable, so when you stand up, your muscles ache. “Hey, baby, how do you feel?”

If Dream was fully conscious, he would have blushed immensely at the sound of the pet name, but for the moment, he feels like he’s in a dream. His mouth is dry and he struggles to keep his eyes open for longer than 3 seconds. “You don’t have to talk, it’s okay.”

Dream feels pressure on his hand and moves his head slightly to see that your fingers are wrapped around his. You hear him murmur something, and lean down.

“Hi,” He whispers. You furrow your eyebrows at his greeting and look him in the eyes.

“That’s all I get? Hi?” You let out a breathy laugh and use your other hand to brush his hair away from his forehead. But, Dream can’t feel you on his skin. He hesitantly lifts his other hand to touch his forehead and feels a bandage.

“Surprise! Another scar,” You joke. Although, Dream can hear the edge to your words. Your smile disappears from your lips and then you sigh. Your eyes scan over Dream’s face, noting the dull green of his eyes and the pale of his skin. “Oh, Dream. I was so worried about you.”

Dream opens his eyes from when they had fallen closed again and sees the silent tears dripping down your cheeks. “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m fine,” His voice is scratchy and the sound of the word ‘fine’ does not sound fine. You smile sadly at him, then huff, wiping at your face.

“I almost forgot…” You trail off, rounding the bed to the other side to pick up a bowl and a cotton ball. You sit on the edge of the bed and dip the cotton into the antiseptic. You turn Dream’s head slowly to get a better look at the cut on his cheek. You drag the medicine over the gash and watch as Dream doesn’t flinch.

Once you are done, you place both of the things on the side table of the medical bay in the Falcons home stadium and look at Dream. He gives you a lazy smile and his fingers twitch against yours. “Thank you.”

You nod, eyes wide. “Of course, you know I’ll always be here to clean you up.”

Dream can feel his skin heating up. You get a concerned look on your face when you see the rise in pink on his cheeks. “Oh my god, are you heating up? Do you have a fever?”

He wants to laugh so badly. “Y/n, I’m okay. It’s not a fever. I’m blushing,” Dream says bashfully.

You realise why and then grow embarrassed. “Oh.”

The air isn’t tense, but there’s something there and you want to stick around to find out what it is.

Feedback is always appreciated xx

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Sitting in your bed so sick u could barely move, scrolling through the endless amount of movies and shows. it was around 10:45 school has already run for about 3 hours. you were waiting for the inevitable call from your wonderful boyfriend asking why you weren’t in class today.

just as you finally get settled on a show your phone goes off. you groan and weakly pick up the phone, coughing to clearing your throat from the phlegm.

“Hello?” you say hoarsely.

“BABY WHY AREN’T YOU AT SCHOOL? ARE YOU OKAY? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?” his voice boomed through the speaker you pull the phone away from your ear winching.

“Hey Bo, I’m fine just a little sick.”

“A little? You sound like you’re dying. How bad is it.” you sit up mentally cursing yourself as pain shoots throughout your body.

“Bo it hurts so bad.” you cry to the phone. Your mother had left for work and left all your medication and food downstairs in the kitchen, so you couldn’t go and get it without being in excruciating pain.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be right there. I love you.” before you could respond the line went dead. I drop my phone and continue my show waiting for him to rush in.

After about 30 minutes you hear your front door open and bags rustling.

“Bo? Is that you?” I try to sit up with the little strength I had. He walked into my room with a tray and on it was my favorite soup and some pink liquid to drink along with my meds. He sets the tray on my bedside table and gently helps me sit up the rest of the way. “Thank you for coming to check up on me but you need to go back to school.” he sits on my bed next to me feeling on my forehead before giving it a kiss.

“No way am I leaving you alone right now. You were crying on the phone that you hurt really bad. I’m not going to make you sit alone while you’re in pain! Plus, this is a great excuse to get out of that biology test. I need to study aha.” he chuckles and flashes a bright smile at me. He is pure for this world.

Bokuto feeds you your soup and explains that the pink drink was probiotics to help you feel better. After that, you made him change out of his school uniform into some clothes he has in your dresser drawer. You two decide to watch a movie for a while, you keep trying to move away from Bo but moves with you every time. Eventually, he got frustrated and sat up to face you.

"Why do you keep moving? I'm trying to cuddle you." he wines latching on to my torso. Being too weak to move him I let him be. I scratch his head earning a quiet moan.

"Does it feel that good babe?" You giggle as he simply hums in response burring his head into your chest. You sit in silence for a while thinking about nothing in particular. Realizing that Bo hadn’t said anything or moved for a while you look down to see him asleep peacefully. You stroke his hair while admiring his beautiful features. Right as you were about to fall asleep yourself your body jolts and you start having a coughing fit, waking up Bokuto. He sits up and puts you in his lap rubbing you back and holding your thigh.

“Hey baby it’s okay I got you,” he mumbles sleepily into your back. He grabs your probiotic water and hands it to you. You try taking a sip only for you to cough into the glass making the liquid blow all over your face and clothes. Bo rolls overs his laughter filling the room so loudly you were sure the neighbors were able to hear. “You’re supposed to drink it, not spill it all over you!” He sits back up takes the glass from you leaving to get a rag and more water.

“Crap now my clothes are all drenched. I need to change.” you slowly move your legs to the side of the bed, your body aching screaming at you to stop. You ignore it and walk to your closet. Browsing through the many tops you pull out a shirt you had made for Bokutos games. The front read his name and the back had his number, the arms also had the green-yellow stripes just like his jersey. You start to pull off your shirt when Bokuto walks back in. He stares intently at your figure as a huge blush spread across his face. “Bo could you help me I think it’s stuck on my bra.” you were clearly struggling to get the shirt over your head but he was blinded by your beauty. Snapping out of his trance, he walks over inspecting for the snag. Sure enough, there was a loose thread hanging on the clasp of your bra. His fingers brush your skin making you shiver slightly. Once he finished he pulled the rest of your shirt off for you.

“Damn you’re so beautiful Y/n. I’m glad I left school.” you lean up to give him a kiss then head to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

“I’m all sticky. I’m taking a shower.”

“That’s what she said,” Bo replies quickly please with his joke. He walks into the bathroom with you and starts to strip.

“Bo what are you doing?” you cover up your bare chest even though he’s seen it many times before.

“I’m taking a shower with you. Is that okay?” you hesitate before nodding and continuing to undress. Bo checks the temperature to make sure it was slightly cooler than usual for your fever. He helps you into the shower stepping in after you.

“Ah, Bo it’s chilly.” he pets your head pulling you closer to him. His hair was down in his face dripping onto yours. You feel your cheeks heat up, there was always something that made him so attractive when his hair was like this. He kisses your head, then your nose, then your lips, making it down to your neck. “Ahh~ Bo,” he smirks against your skin coming your back up to meet your eyes.

“I love you so much y/n. I can’t wait till we’re married and we can do this all the time.” he moves so wet hair sticking to you face.

“Married?”

“Well duh.”

“You’ve thought about us getting married?”

“Almost every single day. I can’t imagine my future any other way! Having our own house. Being able to cuddle all the time. Having two little kids to come to watch me at my games, because obviously, I’m going to be on a national team. Having you by my side forever sounds like the perfect way to spend life.” he gives you a big goofy grin that makes one of your own appear.

“I can’t wait Bo. I love you.”

“I love you y/n.”

You two wash up and get back into the warmth of your bed. You cough harshly every now and then, Bokuto always holding your hand and watching to make sure your okay. You lay on his chest and ask him to talk about how his life is going. His voice soothes you and unintentionally you fall asleep. He pauses in the middle of rambling to look down at you. Your cheeks are against pressed up against his chest in a funny way while drool slips past your lips. He stares in awe, gabbing a blanket and cover both of you up.

“I am so lucky, wow.”

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[dalishthunder]

Just wanna say LOVE your writing and geo but also i wanna say I’m very excited for the dualscar fic u mentioned. Loving this amporas love

Awwwww thank you anon!!! For you, I will give a small excerpt of it

“Do you know why I chose you to be my personal attendant?” He asked suddenly, propping himself up just a bit.

“Because you’re not threatened by me.” You replied without hesitation. “And even if I tried anything an ocean surrounds us so there’s nowhere for me to go.”

“Well don’t we have a smarty pants here… Didn’t realize you could talk so much.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” You muttered under your breath.

Dualscar turned his head to grin at you cheekily, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you under him. “So small.” He murmured. “With such a smart little mouth.”

He was intimidating even on the best of days, but pinned by his weight with his face only inches from your own…. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly as you caught a glimpse of his shark-like teeth.

“Such fragile skin.” His grin widened, teeth so sharp…. So sharp, you could swear you saw serration on the edges. Not the uneven rows of a bull or mako shark… but the perfect even triangles of a great white. The troll bent his head down, tracing his lips along your jaw and down your neck. “I could kill you right now.” His breath was cool against your skin, the bristly hair on his chin scratching against you. “It would be so easy….” He dragged his teeth along the length of your throat, just hard enough for you to feel it.

“… To rip your windpipe right out with my teeth.”

It was all you could do to keep still as he gently bit down, cold sweat covering your skin. No self defense class had prepared you for this. You could feel your limbs trembling as you stared up at the ceiling, view obscured by his bright orange horns.

“Not that I would of course,” He murmured into your neck, chuckling as he pulled back just enough to plant a soft kiss where his teeth had been a moment ago.

You exhaled shakily, and he pressed his lips against your throat again, laughing. “There’s nothing to be scared of… I’m not actually going to hurt you.”

You gave a nervous chuckle, hyper-aware as the prickle of his stubble left your skin as he brought his face back up, pupils blown wide as his eyes met yours, cheeks flushed a deep lilac hue. Your breath hitched in your chest….

Dualscar was a handsome man, Probably one of the most handsome men you had met; Troll or human. High cheekbones, thick black hair, violet eyes framed by golden sclera and long darklashes… even the thin jagged lines that scarred his otherwise perfect face gave him character.

He loomed over you, his weight on your arms was almost unbearably uncomfortable at this point, pins and needles prickling along your veins, as his eyes bored into your own. Until he closed them, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours gently as though testing the waters. You melted against him faster than you would ever care to admit, and you could feel the smile on his lips. His fingerslit fires under your skin as they slid down your arm to your waist and up against the small of your back. How long had it been since you’d felt the comfort of an embrace…?

Passionate. Insistent. Desperate.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. You could taste sea salt and his drink, bitter and slightly citrusy, on his lips… So different from what you were used to.

His cool skin was a balm to the heated way he kissed you. You gasped as he groped your ass, claws pricking through the fabric of your pants, taking the opportunity to unceremoniously shove his tongue in your mouth. He absolutely reeked of alcohol but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, getting lost in the cold, foreign feeling as he explored your mouth.

You followed as he retreated, nipping his lower lip before running your tongue along it. He moaned, breath ragged as you dragged your nails along his scalp and behind his fins. You kissed him deeply, hands curling around his horns.

He gabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, Dualscar’s voice just a low growl in your ear.

“No.”

You whined as he nipped your jaw, lathing over the spot with his cool tongue. His free hand slipping under your shirt, blunted claws scraping against your skin as he kissed along your jawline and back up to your mouth. It was hot and needy.

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[yes-another-obey-me-blog]

I did a thing

So you all know when I made that hcs list about omega Mc dealing with the bros fighting.  well I sorta made a fic out of it, I thought you guys would’t like it cause it was like the Solomon fic.  But now its just sitting here and now I’m like fuck it Imma post it so here ya go!

TW for this post! Abuse(mentioned), Panic attack, Bros fighting and it gets violent. 

GN Omega Mc dealing with fighting bros, Mc x Diavolo if you squint once again Mc has no contracts at this time, Belphie is in the attic.

It was the same issue different family, the clashing voices, the throwing of books, glass shattering, and the smell of pissed off alpha.  It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen alphas fight for dominance but, it was the first time you’ve seen demonic alphas go at it. “U-um g-guys the meeting going to start soon so maybe we should all just take a breath and-”

“You stay out of this omega!” Mammon screeched glaring at you then snapping his eyes back to Lucifer.  "I’m sick and tired of being treated as a second rate alpha, I’m done being called scum, and I’m done with your sadistic punishments!“  Lucifer, regal as ever just brushed his brother off and continued to take the files out for the meeting.

“Quit your whining Mammon, I don’t have the time nor the energy for it.”  Lucifer looked your way and rolled his eyes, he’s yet to accept you in his pack.  he could care less about how you feel but, he should try to keep you calm a panicking omega would be another headache.  "and control your self you’re scaring the omega, you scare them and it will cause trouble for Diavolo.“

"Why is Diavolo all you care about!”  Mammon roared pulling his arm back.  You moved before you could think, one second your a safe distance back and the next your gabbing Mammon’s arm to stop his punch.  The smell of nickel and copper with an iron tang hit your nose.  You’ve never smelled Mammon pissed but you assume this is his scent.  The room seemed to stop Mammon staring at you with rage that could rival Satan.  "Omega. let. GO.“  You shook your head and held his arm tighter.  Mammon shifted to demon form.

"Mammon let the omega go,”  Lucifer spoke with a deadly calm tone his wing spread in a show of dominance.  Mammon met his display with his own.  Lucifer shook his head at his little brother, his favorite brother, the little brother that would look up to him with eyes full of love and adoration now glare at him in hatred and anger.  "Mammon, Don’t make me put you in your place once again, especially in front of an omega.“

"Get the hell offa me!”  Mammon shook his arm violently managing to shake you off.  You back cracked when you hit the ground but you’ve felt worse pain, you jumped back up and got in-between the two alphas.  letting out your calming scent to try to get them to calm down, normally this would work in a pack.  But, you’re not apart of their pack, you’re an outsider putting your nose where it doesn’t belong and now you’re on thin ice.  

“Please try to clam down both of you, there is no need for this if we just talk it through I’m sure we can figure this out without violence.”  You smiled softly at Mammon, the demonic alpha you currently stood in front of.  He slowly approached you and you thought he was going to hug you or state you were right but, as he got closer you saw his eyes weren’t looking at you.  He was looking above you with fists clenched, teeth bared, and wings fully strained.  You made a big mistake, never turn your back on a raging alpha, your back was to Lucifer.  A deep growl sounded behind you and you slowly turned and were greeted to an enraged Lucifer.  It happend so fast.

A tail wrapped around your waist and yanked you out from between the two alphas seconds before the sound of bones snapping and roaring reached you.  "Mc, you normie are you crazy!“  Levi screamed over the fight.  "You’re the only omega I’ve seen that gets in-between shit like this!”  There was a loud crash and you both turned to see Mammon get slammed through the long meeting table.  

You clung to Levi and whimpered, “Can you stop them?”  He turned to you with a look of terror on his face.  You wanted him to get in-between two of the strongest Alphas in Devildom?  Mammon shook off the debris from the table he looked up growled at Lucifer then launched back up in the air.   Levi gulped, yeah like that’s going to happen.

“Do I look like Beel?!  I can’t stop them!”  He flinched when he heard you whimper a high pitched one and his widened.  "Mc, don’t screech!“  his hands covered your mouth, "That could make things even worse!”  He looked at your teary eyes and caved.  "Fine, I’ll see what I can do.“  With that Levi entered the ring, screaming about how their both being stupid Normies.  Beel was the next one to come in, as soon as he saw the fight he shifted and was air born trying to get in-between Lucifer and Mammon and physically separate them.  If Beel could have smelled you over the scent of sweat and alpha pheromone you would have been his top priority.  Satan came in next and was using his tail to grab at Lucifer and drag him down so Beel just had to subdue Mammon.  You had no clue when Asmo came in but he was on the phone with someone trying to get help you assume.

This was all your fault, you should have just left and gotten help when you saw the oldest brothers so tense with each other.  The voices of your family filled your head, screaming about you being a screw-up, about you being the reason they fought, why couldn’t you be better.  Your chest felt tight, the air was too thin, smells were too much the breaking of glass, shattering wood, and the sound of screaming or was is screeching?  Wait that wasn’t the brothers was that you?  Was this unholy mixture of a whimper, scream, and yep coming from you?  When you finally took a breath you noticed all the brothers had stopped moving.  Breathing hard your eyes dashed around the room looking for a way out, looking for some kind of safety.  Mammon took a small step in your direction but stopped taking a deep breath through his nose and he looked ill.  You reeked of rotten fruit and of blood, not a pleasant mixture but a very strong scent.

Thundering footsteps got everyone’s attention you whimpered and scooted back into a corner.  You always felt safe in corners, people could only come at your front, no one could attack you from behind or your sides.  You curled up tightly in a ball and hid your head in your arms protecting your neck for good measure.  The double doors swung open and the scent of an apex alpha filled the room.  

"Does someone what to tell me what’s going on?”  Diavolo’s voice boomed causing you to whimper and make yourself even smaller.  His eyes shot to you and he clenched his jaw, heading your way.  Tears filled your eyes as you tried to disappear in the corner but you couldn’t escape the absolute mountain of an alpha approaching you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, so-so sorry al-alpha.”  Your instincts were at war with each other, one side was trying to run and the other wanted to offer yourself to quell his anger.  But he just kept getting closer and closer to you so you submitted.  You forced your head as far back as you could, barring your neck as much as possible, and closed your eyes to avoid meeting his.  When Diavolo reached you he knelt down in front of you and spoke in hushed tones.

“Omega, it’s okay,”  He opened his arms.  "I’m here now, nothing can hurt you now.“  You whimpered and cracked an eye open, straining to see the alpha.  "It must hurt bearing your neck like that and, I know you can’t see me that well like that.”  Slowly you uncurled from your ball and looked down, still uneasy about meeting his eyes.  "I know you’re scared but, omega, you need to look at me and talk to me.“  He scooted closer to you.  "I need to make sure you’re not hurt.”  An alpha who wanted to make sure you’re not hurt?  That’s a first for you.  You looked up at the alpha kneeling in front of you causing him to hum happily.  "There we go, you’re so brave omega.“  He radiated safety, you wanted to feel safe but, you didn’t want to cross any lines.  One glance from Lucifer had you scuttling into his lap, fuck not crossing lines, you wanted comfort and you wanted it now.  His body stiffened for a second but his arms quickly wrapped around you.  You finally felt safe again in his embrace, his scent masked the other scents in the room making it feel like all the other demons weren’t in the room.  Your breathing started to even out and your scent started to return to normal, you were starting to relax.  A sudden cough interrupted you both, with a snarl Diavolo turned to growl but held it back when he saw it was just Solomon.

"Am I interrupting something?”  Solomon asked with a raised brow.  With a huff, Diavolo stood up, placing you in one arm, and walked towards Solomon.  Both apex alphas had a stare down neither one wanted to look away first but, one look at you in Diavolo’s arms had Solomon looking down first.

“No, you’re not interrupting a thing.”  Diavolo nodded at Solomon’s submission and carefully untangled your arms from him.  He smiled when you whimpered and held on tighter and buried your face in his neck.  "Mc, you need to go with Solomon what I’m about to do you can’t witness,“  he mumbled in your ear.  "But when I’m done I’ll come to see you alright?”  You nodded and let go of him.  "Good Omega.“  He placed you down and you walked to Solomon and, he welcomed you with open arms literally. "Solomon, take Mc to purgatory dorm.  They’ll be staying with you until further notice.”  With a nod, Solomon started to walk you out when the doors slammed shut and the lock clicked you both heard a beastly growl.

“Mc, hold on to me.”  You held on to him as he chanted something in Latin and a portal opened up he quickly dragged you through it when you both heard the yelling started.  The portal opened up in his room and he set you down on the bed.  "Feel free to make a nest if you need it if you need more blankets or pillows let me know okay?“  Solomon really wished he wasn’t on scent blockers at this moment he wanted you to curl up in his scent just like you did with Diavolo.  Solomon bit back a growl at the thought of him, turning around to hide his snarl.  Diavolo forced Solomon to show submission and for the first time, Solomon was pissed about it.  He’s an Apex just like Diavolo.  "Mc did you hear me?… Mc?”  Solomon turned to you and smiled, you were passed out clinging to his pillow.  Solomon walked over and sat down next to you running his hand through his hair.  "If that demon thinks I’m giving up on you, he’s got another thing coming.“  Solomon rubbed at his neck forcing the scent blocker off while forcing more of his scent out.  He placed his hand, that was drenched in his scent, on your scent gland.  He wasn’t trying to erase Diavolo’s scent, in fact, he was letting him know that he wasn’t the only alpha after your hand.  "Game on Diavolo, Game on.”  

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me bros #obey me Solomon #obey me fic #obey me abo AU #abo au

[ohtobeaspettyasleah]

Can we get more background on Lori and also a reason why Adele left

Adele Samuels and Lorelei Figgs had known each other for the better part of a decade, not the type of best friends to be attached to the hip 24/7-- they mostly went about their lives after high school following different pathways that would ultimately lead them to communicate on a casual basis. The every second-day check-in, the occasional Snapchat, Facebook tag under a meme that had them both crying with laughter. It was casual, a strong connection that didn’t need constant validation or communication to understand Adele would always be in Lori’s corner and Lore is Adele’s. 

That was until, well, until Lorelei started dated Jacob Marshall. A Character to say the least and Adele’s slightly estranged step-brother, from her Fathers second marriage. In Jacobs short 21 years on earth, he had racked up a pretty hefty tally in regards to misdemeanours and assault charges. Swearing he’d be a better man for Lorelei he enrolled in community college, straightened himself out a little more. Got a job that didn’t see him evading his taxes or being paid cash in hand for jobs that had him running from authority. Sometimes people do indeed change? Other times? It’s just a matter of time before the bomb explodes--you can’t change those who don’t truly want to change. Jacob Marshall was absolutely no exception to the eons-old rule. Adele knew that well before Lorelei ever sensed the change. 

She should’ve known better than to get mixed up with the kid from school who got caught selling cocaine under the bleachers to the football team before their homecoming game. But Lorelei and Jacob always had that on again off again classic toxic frenemies relationship. He had a spell on her, someone Lorelei nor Adele could ever explain. They were entangled well before Adele’s dad married Jacobs mum down at the courthouse on 5th ave-- whatever was meant to be had already been put in place years ago. It’s just the fact Lorelei and Jacob couldn’t have been more different, more polar opposites if they tried. Jacobs had always been the hardass, the guy with the home job tattoos, the roid muscles he swore were all-natural. The crackjaw that swung left to right whenever he’d get on the gear with the boys. The law-breaking, gym junkie with a white card that allowed him to work construction and heavy machinery.

Lorelei? Well, she could’ve had it all. But settling for the only guy that had ever given her the time of day was all she ever knew how to do- especially when throughout highschool? He wouldn’t let another guy ever get close enough to say hello. It was always mental mind games. The suttle manipulation-- always with the gaslighting that had Lore feeling less than. She was smart, bright. But her lack of street smarts always got the better of her. Especially when it came to Jacobs. Fuck, it was always Jacob. 

By the time Grayson had finished with his much need shit shower and shave routine, Lorelei was finishing up with Ethan in the podcast room. Taking in all he had to teach her and all she had to learn. 

“And don’t even sweat it, if you forget I can just show you again, or Gray can-- whoever’s around.” 

“Seems pretty straight forwards, it’s an amazing setup.” Lorelei sat on the chair Grayson would normally sit on for filming podcast videos-- feeling a little lightheaded. Nothing she couldn’t mask. Focusing on her breathing, Lorelei watched as Ethan powered down the monitor and flipped back to the cameras. “Pretty secure security system huh?” 

“We’ve had a few incidences, can’t put a price on security.” Ethan shrugged. “If you want we’re just gonna be hanging out for the rest of the day, so you can stay and chill or go home, either way, its a pretty full day tomorrow, have some errands and shit to do so we’ll need you here from what? Maybe 10?”

“That’s fine, I can do that, do you want me to bring over breakfast for everyone? Coffee?” Lore asked with a soft smile, she was just happy to be needed. Happy to be living. Happy to be in the presence of people who valued her. It was nice. A welcomed change. 

“Monty’s open at 11 so we’ll do burgers for lunch instead, you vegan?”

“Not exactly but I try--”

“It’s the thought that counts.” Ethan laughed as Lorelei followed him down the hall out to the kitchen. “So you staying?” she wanted to. Lorelei would’ve loved to have said yes, but she needed to sleep. Suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. 

“Id love it, but I better get going, still have some stuff to do at home so I better--”

“I’ll walk you out” it was Grayson. His hair a sopping mess of dark locks that could’ve used a towel dry. The Grey sweats hanging low on his hips as he pulled over his hoodie-- the same Ethan and gifted Lorelei yesterday. Her favourite. Lorelei stared for a moment too long but ultimately nodded in shyness. 

“Sounds good.” there was a short shared silence for a few minutes while Grayson walked slowly beside Lorelei back to her car. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, how to act. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the whole hiring process, kinda have a few things going on.” Grayson pressed his lips together as the pair approached Lore’s car. “Sometimes a bit of fresh air is all I need, but I’m here now and I’m excited to have you here, really, Adele, she uh-- she said good things about you.” Grayson was never a fan of lying, but he didn’t think this little white lie would hurt anyone. A victimless crime. He knew only what Ethan had told him Adele had said. Lorelei blushed. She could instantly feel the heat on her cheeks. 

“She’s such an idiot but I love her, she’s done a lot for me, especially setting this u, couldn’t thank her enough, or you guys, even if I wanted to.” Lore was speaking from her heart, Grayson could already tell she was genuine. Not a lot of people were genuine in L.A anymore. “I better get going.”

“Let me take you out for lunch soon? I feel like you and Ethan hit it off really well, I just want the same kinda opportunity to get to know you, you have access to my bank account I feel like I should at least have your number?” Lorelei chuckled but nodded in response. Grayson had never been so straight forward-- he wanted to crawl inside himself. Someone, anyone had to stop him before it was too late. Because he wasn’t about to stop himself, no not this time. Not with Lorelei. Her name alone had him making sure his inhaler was on his presence 24/7 and he’d known her for all of an hour. Grayson realised at that moment as she asked his assistant to go grab lunch with him, not for him, with him-- that he was in fact pathetic on a new simp level only unlocked by the very few men who fall in love in three seconds flat. 

“Oh yeah, sure lets us, gab lunch-- but I’m pretty sure my numbers on the fridge, I put it there on a pink sticky.” 

“Cool, alright well, ill see you tomorrow, uh here--” Grayson opened Lorelei’s car door for her. She beamed a bright smile. No one had ever done that before. Not for her, she thought it was something that only happened in movies. Sitting down, she strapped herself as her window went down. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good day Grayson.”

“I’ll text you.” Lorelei laughed as she reversed, shaking her head playfully as she drove off biting her lip. Wondering if she was in fact reading too much into such a small encounter with the younger Dolan. Grayson stood in the middle of the drive speechless with himself:

“I need another shower.”

#grayson dolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #g.dolan #grayson dolan series #my friend lorelei

[raylessneedssleep]

Are you still doing asks on anything? Can u do something with Sukka? Or maybe something that has a Sokka/toph sibling relationship/ friendship? Please?

Of course! I will try to incorporate both Sukka and a Sokka and Toph friend/sibling relationship. This will be set during a traveling mission with Team Avatar (Zuko and Suki included).

———

“Are we there yet?” Sokka said in a childish tone. His aching feet were screaming for a much needed break after hiking up the mountain side. It was almost sundown and they were approaching a small village settled on one of the mountain slopes. 

Katara rolled her eyes and shot a glare back at her brother who was trudging behind the rest of the group. “Quit complaining and just continue walking,” she snapped, her fists balled at her sides. Sokka had been complaining ever since they had slid off of Appa and began their hike.

“It’s okay, Sokka! We are almost there anyway.” Aang slowed to allow Sokka to catch up with him, resting a reassuring hand on the elder boy’s shoulder with a bright smile. Sokka resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Aang’s chipper attitude. The boy never seemed to get tired and Sokka blamed it on being the avatar. 

Toph huffed, stomping her foot forward before rising back up into a straighter stance. “I believe it is just up ahead,” Toph said as she pointed to the direction in front of her. 

Letting out a dramatic sigh of relief, Sokka sprinted off ahead of the others with an inhuman speed. Zuko opened his mouth to shout for him to slow down, but the soft gab to his side along with the shake of Katara’s head stopped him. He looked between the two Southern Water Tribe siblings and sighed softly to himself.

Behind them, Suki couldn’t help but watch Sokka’s retreating figure with a soft smile. Toph didn’t fail to notice her heartbeat changing ever so slightly.

After Team Avatar finally caught up to Sokka, he had already entered an Inn placed at the edge of the village. A short, thin woman with braided hair welcomed them with a small smile. Zuko reached into his bag, pulling out a small pouch of money to pay for their rooms. 

The rooms were divided into boys and girls, much to Sokka’s displeasure, and were situated across from one another. Each room had two beds side-by-side, two dressers, a closet across from the beds, a small table settled under a shoji window, and a plush rug. The bathrooms were public baths that were connected to the Inn by a small pathway and a large outhouse. 

Bathing in a public bath was a new experience for Suki, but she didn’t hate it entirely. It was nice having her hair washed by Katara while washing Toph’s hair which was surprisingly long and soft. She learned that Toph had a small scar on her hip from being pushed into a rose bush by kids who lived around her. Toph explained that it was one of the reasons her parents refused to let her leave the house; they feared she was too fragile and something worse could happen to her besides getting hurt by a rose bush.

Suki had been shocked to learn what Toph’s family was like, but it only made them closer. It made Suki feel like they were finally trusting each other by exchanging childhood memories with one another. Even Katara shared her own stories—many involved Sokka making a complete fool of himself—and stories of her adventures with Aang before the others had joined the group.

Their fun soon came to an end when they exited the bathhouse to find Zuko scowling at Aang airbending Sokka’s hair to dry it. Dark strands stood up in different directions and a lazy grin covered Sokka’s face. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much.

“Suki, look!” Sokka shouted, pointing to his disheveled hair. Though Suki didn’t understand the amusement in his messy hair, she still giggled at his behavior. He may have been one of the older ones in the group, but that didn’t mean he was the most mature. Joking around was something he did quite often, leaving the maturity to Zuko and Katara who were the parents of Team Avatar.

“I don’t get it,” Toph grumbled as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“Of course you don’t ‘cause you’re blind,” Sokka rolled his eyes before smoothing out his hair with his hands until it framed his face. Toph scoffed, stomping the ground until a large rock lifted from the earth and flew into Sokka. It smacked the back of his head which sent him flying forward into the small pond next to the walkway.

Laughter erupted from the group—Zuko even let out a small chuckle—as Sokka struggled to free himself from the slippery stones surrounding the pond. Turtle ducks pecked at his behind making him wince and reach his hand out for help. Zuko pitied the poor boy and reached down to grab the collar of his robe, pulling him up from the pond.

Suki, smiling at Sokka, turned around and slowly began heading towards the small sitting area on the other side of the walkway. It had a large tree—it stood taller than the Inn which was three levels—in the middle with benches on either side of it.

“Suki,” Katara called out to gain the other girl’s attention, “where are you going?”

“Oh! Just going over to sit down. I’m not ready to go to bed yet, but I wish to rest my feet a little.”

Katara gave her a questioning look after something flashed behind Suki’s eyes, her smile wavering ever so slightly, but she decided to drop it and let Suki do as she pleased.

Making her way over to one of the benches, Suki smoothed out the light green robe she had been wearing before she sat down. Her eyes trained on the moon that hung high in the sky; the rays of light casted a glow over the world underneath it. A feeling of dread grew in her stomach the more she stared blankly at the large, gray orb.

Toph nudged Sokka—he had been telling her about the village as he thumbed through a small history book he had apparently brought outside with him—and called for his attention.

“Yeah?” Sokka questioned, his eyes never leaving the worn pages as he skimmed every line.

“I think something is wrong with Suki,” Toph said lowly to not draw attention to their conversation. Zuko and Katara had been paying attention to Aang as he rambled about the Air Nomads, but Toph wanted to be sure no one else heard her conversation with Sokka.

“What do you mean?” Sokka paused in his reading to look up at Toph, though she didn’t see it, and raised a brow at her statement.

“I don’t know...I just feel like something is wrong,” Toph could feel Sokka’s worried gaze trained on her face. Whenever she got a feeling about something, it was usually right.

Had there been something wrong with Suki? If there was, then why didn’t Sokka notice it?

Sokka looked over to where Suki was sitting, her head leaned back and a sad gaze resting on the sky above her. He followed her gaze to see she was looking at the moon.

He cursed under his breath before standing to full height. “Can we continue our talk later?” Sokka asked Toph to which she responded with a nod of her head, standing to go over to the rest of the group. Sokka made a mental note to make it up to Toph considering she had been very interested in the history of the village and he had promised he would tell her about it.

Suki was drawn from her thoughts when someone suddenly sat down beside her. Shocked to see Sokka, she fumbled over her own words as she tried to form a greeting.

“Suki, if this is about what I told you the other day, then I’m sorry.”

Her body froze instantly at his words; she could only stare at him as he looked up at the moon with a sad look and a tight lipped smile. She knew that look and it only made her heart hurt more knowing she was partly causing it.

It had been about what he told her the other day. As soon as he told her everything, her mind began to overflow with so many “what if” questions that her stomach began to twist into knots. She knew it was stupid to get so worked up over the past, but she couldn’t help it no matter how hard she tried to forget about it.

“When I told you about Yue, I wanted to be honest with you, not hurt you.” Sokka leaned forward while resting his elbows against his knees, his hands running through his parted hair.

Suki looked away, her folded hands falling into her lap and tightening against one another until her knuckles were paling; her heart beat wildly in her chest.

The other day, before they had left for their trip, Sokka had sat Suki down and told her everything about Princess Yue and their “relationship.” He left nothing out because he wanted her to know everything about him. Even his past. He told her how they met, what they talked about, how he felt when he had met her, what happened with the Fire Nation, what she had to do to save them, and how he felt when it happened.

“I shouldn’t be upset, I know, but I-“

“Suki, don’t ever assume that your feelings are invalid. You are allowed to feel however you want and you can feel upset about this.” Sokka was firm, but he was also gentle when he spoke to Suki. Looking into her watery eyes, he gave her a loving smile and leaned up to kiss her temple.

“Princess Yue is someone special to me and will always hold a special place in my heart, but she is in my past and will stay there. You are my present and my everything. Please, don’t ever doubt that.”

As they stared deeply into each other’s eyes, Suki felt a rush of relief blanket her body.

Why had she been so upset in the first place?

She had no reason to feel jealous over a girl that turned into the moon. Sokka loved Yue in the past, sure, but Sokka loved her in the present. He devoted his everything to her and she had absolutely no reason to doubt that. His past was his past, just as much as her past was her past.

“Sokka,” Suki brushed her nose against his; the action barely felt by either of them. It was rare for them to display this kind of affection for one another considering Suki enjoyed basking in each other’s presence in private, but she couldn’t help herself from showcasing her feelings.

“Yes?”

“I love you,” Suki said, pressing their foreheads together and reaching forward to take his hands into her own. She stared at their interlocked hands, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as a rush of pure love and comfort filled her. Sokka would always be there for her and she would do the same for him.

Giving her hands a squeeze, Sokka smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her warm hands in his colder ones. He promised himself that, no matter what, he would never take her for granted and would always be someone she could count on and be proud of.

“I love you, Suki,”

———

I hope you enjoyed the short story and I’m sorry the ending was kind of bad, but I didn’t want to make it too long or too short so I tried to mix it up a bit. There wasn’t many Toph/Sokka moments, however, I tried to make their time together seem important. Toph really wanted to know about the village they were in, so Sokka did some research and brought along some history books to read to her and educate her. It is a sign that shows a more brotherly role he plays with Toph.

I also wanted to explain the story some more besides the Toph/Sokka scenes.

I wanted the story to be about Suki’s reaction to Yue, the girl Sokka used to like, and to show that she felt slightly jealous of Yue because it was his first love. It didn’t say this, but Suki was almost afraid that Sokka didn’t love her as much as he loved Yue and that he wasn’t over her.

Sokka explains that Yue is part of his past and will always be important to him, but he lives in the present with Suki who he loves now.

They cannot tell what the future holds for them, but they are willing to leave in the present with one another, showering each other with their love and affection.

Sorry if there are any typos! I wrote this when it was quite late. I hope you enjoyed it! :)

#sukka #sokka x suki #suki x sokka #sokka and suki #suki and sokka #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #atla aang #atla toph #atla katara #atla ships #atla zuko #atla sokka #atla suki #atla #zutara #taang #sokka and toph as friends #zutara are the parents of team avatar #princess yue #past yue and sokka mentioned #sokka and suki are already dating #team avatar

[purplesurveys]

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survey by ehxsnos

First lets get the basics out of the way...

What's your name? Robyn.

How old are you? 22.

Where are you from? Philippines.

What color are your eyes and hair? Eyes are dark brown, hair is black.

When were you born? April 21.

Now for the fun stuff!

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Closed. Some people can fall asleep with their closet doors open (and this is a thing in the first place??)? I could imagine that would irritate me to death, and I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until I got up and closed it.

How many people have you slept with this week? Zero.

What size is your bed? Just a twin size. It’s all I need for now.

What do you drink with dinner? Cold water, always. We also usually have other drinks served at the dinner table - Coke, buko juice, and iced tea - but I never drink anything else.

What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Barbecue sauce.

Last person you kissed/kissed you? You know who it was, I don’t feel like continuing to mention them on surveys as often as I used to any more.

What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Two for the Road, The Proposal, and Toy Story.

What is your usual bedtime? From Monday to Friday I’m usually passed out anytime between 10 PM–12 AM. It’s a different story on weekends; revenge bedtime procrastination is my thing now, so I go to bed anywhere from 2–5 AM.

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? I always had different outfits on per year, but they were always the generic ones that we could buy costumes of at the mall – pirate, Tinkerbell, mermaid, etc. I didn’t start getting resourceful and/or witty with my Halloween choices until I was about 14 or 15 when I first went as AJ Lee.

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? February last year when I had my grad photo taken.

Take a vitamin daily? I am guilty of skipping my vitamins lol.

What do you wear to bed? I answer this all the tiiiiiime but I like wearing super-thin clothes so it’d feel airy while I sleep. I don’t exactly live in the chilliest country in the world.

Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Can’t relate.

Ever have plastic surgery? No.

Do you want kids? I would love to have kids, yeah.

Where did your last kiss take place? Outside of that person’s car, just right before they got inside.

Four words to explain why you last threw up? I had a fever coming in and was starting to feel nauseous.

Last thing you ate? Adobo.

Do you get your nails done? Nope.

When did your last relationship end? September.

So tell us, what room ARE you in? I’m in my bedroom.

How many stories does your home have? Three if you count the rooftop.

Do you own headphones? No. The one I have in my room is my dad’s; he just lets me borrow it.

Have you ever...

Gotten a Brazillian wax? No, never tried having that yet. Being waxed looks like it hurts, so I’ve stayed away from it to this day lol.

Gotten so drunk you couldn’t remember wtf you did? Only a handful of times as I try not to get to that point, but yes, it’s happened before.

Been called a bitch? Sure.

Slut? No.

Pierced anything? I have a couple of piercings, but nothing I pierced myself.

Had a tattoo? Not yet.

Smoked a cigarette? Yes, but I actively try to make it a point not to form it into a habit.

Smoked weed? Nope.

Missed someone so bad you couldn’t eat or sleep? Sure, this has happened back when I still felt this way about the person. 

Worked out at a gym? No, never at a gym. I’d feel too self-conscious to get a gym membership altogether haha. In the brief time I worked out, I only did it at home. 

Snuck out of the house? No. With my parents, it’s much safer to ask permission than attempt to be sneaky since they always say yes anyway.

What’s the nearest furry object? That would be Kimi.

Is the room you are in messy? I would say it’s messy in my mom’s eyes but relatively neater than the average bedroom I would see at my friends’s and relatives’ houses. My mom just has ridiculous sky-high expectations when it comes to neatness and I’ve stopped bothering to meet them years ago.

What is the single largest item in your house? Either the living room couch or my parents’ bed, not sure which would ultimately take up more space.

When did you first become interested in sex? I mean I remember starting to explore porn when I was maybe 13 or 14, so those ages would be safe guesses.

How much money did you spend today? Zero and I plan on making it remain at zero. Payday is taking so long though :((((

What is the biggest amount of money you have ever had at one time? I think I had to hold around ₱7,000 in bills at one point in high school when my mom asked me to pay for something tuition-related.

What kind of cell phone do you have? iPhone 8. It sounds more and more ancient with each year that passes lmaooo.

Have you ever been under anesthesia? Never, and I hope I never have to? I’m scared of the things that could come out of my mouth.

Which Disney parks have you been to? None of them.

What does your bed comforter look like? Blue.

When did you last cry? Yesterday, from watching an emotional clip.

When is the last time you took medicine? Start of June.

What was the medicine for? It was to treat my UTI. I was already feeling so much better by the time I had to take that last pill, but I was instructed to take it for a certain period of time so I was just following the schedule.

What kind of health insurance do you have? I’ve actually never tried looking into the specifics of it. I know health insurance is part of my job, but I don’t even fully understand insurance yet HAHA and the thought of it makes me anxious so I haven’t read too much into the kind of insurance I have and the inclusions I can avail from it.

What is your birth control method of choice? I don’t have a preferred one. I’ve only been with a girl, so I haven’t had the chance to explore methods I could gravitate towards.

How much do you spend on your parents for Christmas? Several thousands of pesos, usually.

If you were given $1k and had to use it on 1 purchase, what would you buy? Like, I was challenged to finish it off on one thing? I’d get an iPhone 12.

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? They never caught me drinking when I was not yet allowed to drink. Now that they know I do drink, there’s no ‘catching’ that happens; they don’t mind me downing a bottle of soju from time to time.

Have you ever crawled through a window? I may have as a kid.

What do you spend most of your money on? Food delivery, heh. :)))))))) It’s my favorite way to spoil myself.

Is there a secret you've never told your parents? Yup.

Do you still have pictures of you & your ex? Yes. I’m definitely a photo hoarder regardless of the person, so she’s not an isolated case; I also still have photos of people who aren’t in my life anymore, like Athenna and Sofie. I just don’t look at photos of me and Gab anymore, but they are definitely still around. Deleting them would be like deleting the last six years of my life and that sounds a little unfair.

Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? Someone spread a rumor that I was bi and dating Andi back in 6th grade but I wouldn’t call that nasty.

How many rooms does your house have? It originally had three, but we had the balcony renovated into another bedroom, for my brother; so now we technically have four.

Would you sex tape with you in it for 3 million dollars? As long as I felt safe in the environment and with the person/people, sure.

Are you happier single or in a relationship? There are different kinds of happiness you can get from either; I don’t believe this is something that should be compared.

Do you have curly hair? No.

What is a compliment you receive often? That I write well.

How tall are you?: 5′1″.

Who was the last person to say they loved you and when? Not sure, maybe one of my parents or one of my best friends.

What is the last thing you said aloud? “Already?” Cooper was nipping at my hoodie and he was able to destroy a part of the underside in like three minutes.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

What is one thing that can ALWAYS be found in your freezer? At least one type of frozen goods, like tocino or hotdogs.

How many pets do you own? Two.

How old will you be turning on your next birthday? I’ll be 23.

Last time you went out of town? January.

First thing you wash in the shower? My hair, then I work my way down.

What kind of shampoo & conditioner do you use? I use a Dove shampoo and a Pantene conditioner.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? No.

Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun? I don’t think so. We don’t have that here so there’s no reason for me to own anything from there.

How often do you hold hands with someone? Never. That’s a sensation I miss, for sure. But I’m fine – this is just my period talking HAHAHA

What was the most recent thing you bought? I got a Zinger from KFC because I was craving for fast food at 1 AM yesterday.

Could you ever forgive a cheater? Considering how stupid I can get when it comes to love, probably yes in certain situations.

Do you have Verizon? No.

Would you consider yourself to be spoiled? To a very, very tiny extent, especially compared to my siblings. I’m nowhere close to being a brat, though. 

Have you ever been pregnant? No.

What is your average cell phone bill? I’m on prepaid, so I load up my phone every week with a certain amount instead of paying for a consolidated bill every month.

How many piercings do you have? Two.

Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? I turn it on only once I’ve gotten in.

Have you ever had stitches? Nope and I’m terrified of the thought. I hope I’ll never have to need any.

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? Eugh, outdated question. Next.

Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker? Coffee.

Do you have a wireless keyboard and mouse? No. I don’t use a mouse and my keyboard is already built into my laptop.

How many songs are on your iPod or MP3 player? I don’t regularly use either anymore.

Where did you get that shirt you're wearing? I’m pretty certain this is a hand-me-down from my mom.

What are your pet’s names? Kimi and Cooper.

Honestly, are you in love right now? Nope.

Honestly, what color is your underwear? Blue.

Honestly, do you think you are attractive? Some days.

Honestly, do your wrists hurt? Haha no, but my back and shoulders do.

Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now? Sure.

What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant? Continued from this morning. Figure out a way to tell my parents without getting hit.

Was there anyone who "made your day"? Today? Not really.

Are you vegeterian? Nope.

How many windows are open in your computer? Two of Chrome, one of Spotify.

Do you read Perez Hilton? Ew, no. Does that guy still do stuff???

Is there a baby in the room with you right now? No.

Do you plan on moving within the next year? It’s nice to daydream about but likely not gonna happen.

Have you been to a baby shower? No.

What brand is your computer? Apple.

How many cars can fit in your driveway? 4-5 if we really want to make the most out of the available space, but at present it only has 2.

Are you taller than your mom? Nah. Everyone thought I would be, but then I just stopped growing. I am now the shortest member in the family hahaha.

Are you a cuddler? Only with significant others. I would feel uncomfortable if a non-SO cuddled me as I am not a touchy person to begin with, except when it comes to hugs.

Sleep on your back or stomach? Stomach. I could never sleep on my back; I feel too exposed.

Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed? I always close the bathroom doors. Kimi has the tendency to pee on the bathroom floor so I make sure he doesn’t follow me in there.

Do you dress for style or comfort? More for style. I do take comfort into account, but looking nice and feeling confident in my outfit honestly takes precedence for me.

Think of the last time you were angry. Why were you angry? 15,000 cases today.

Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Yeah. It would even be a bit of a relief, honestly, because it means less pressure for me to have sex to please my partner.

Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Yes, both happy and sad tears.

Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? It depends on the person, I guess. Some can handle breakups well, and I’m not one of them.

How long has it been since you had sex? It would be 7 months this April.

Who was the last person to call you babe? My ex probably.

Last reason you went to the ER? I’ve never been to.

Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents? Yeah. They were having trouble conceiving at first, but my mom eventually found out she was pregnant with me on her 27th birthday.

How old was your mom when she gave birth to you? ^ 27.

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Yes, many times.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? A couple of weeks ago. I’ve been meaning to shave again but I’ve just been sooooooo lazy.

What facial cleanser do you use? I don’t use any products on my skin.

Do you use a blowdryer? Nope.

How many purses do you own?: 3 – I now have more than one! Haha. A month ago I had to buy bayongs from this small business for these PR kits we needed to send out and they included a couple of purses as freebies. Since we’re all working from home, I got to keep them since I was the one who placed the order heheh.

What are your top five favorite stores to shop for clothes? I really just stop by stalls of small businesses I see at the mall and see what trendy pieces I can get from them.

What kind of clothes do you mostly wear? I like halter and tank tops, paired with denim jeans.

What about shoes? Sneakers. You’ll rarely see me wearing anything else.

Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now?

For that one week a month, do you hate being a woman? I’ll feel icky about it every now and then, especially if my flow happens to be heavy; but for the most part I don’t have any complaints. I think bleeding out every month is actually kind of fucking hardcore.

What are your first thoughts when your visitor visits? Be relieved. I’ve never had irregularity issues with my period, so every time it comes it usually serves as a reassurance that there continues to be no problem.

Favorite underwear brand? Don’t have any.

Last thing you bought at the mall? Three new pods for my vape.

Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend?

What color are your pillows? They’re the same style as my current bedsheet, so they’re also blue.

What if an ex asked to be back in your life? I think it would be nice if we would at least have lunch somewhere to catch up, then ask her what led her to that point.

Don’t you just love DVR? We didn’t use it often.

If you're on a laptop, how much charge does it have left? 93%.

Last gift you recieved? I got lunch from Bea after our virtual event with the media for one of our clients. Later that day, Kata also had banana bread delivered to my place :)

Lesson you recently learned? What to do when my candle starts tunneling, which I had looked up literally no more than 5 minutes ago because it started happening to my scented candle :(

#survey #surveys

[natashasjunque]

3/14/21- sunday

Wow ok so I woke up at like 11 and was wondering why I was still tired then I remembered we lost an hour of sleep last night so thats just fun. I facetimed Michelle for a while cuz big little was gonna come out later today and she was stressed about that, then I kinda just rotted in bed for a min. Christina called me and I got out of bed and hung out downstairs I have no idea what we talked about but we were on the phone for a MIN. Then I made myself my own breakfast burrito w literally just eggs leftover Freddys fries and hot sauce and sleeve facetimed me prolly cuz I told him to send the weekends dick pics. sleeve you looked seriously ill lmao so I offered to give him a salmon burger and he actually said yes so I said id come over later and I ended up getting distracted hanging out w Briella for a little. Then I showered and ANNE walked up the stairs and I hadn’t seen her since friday which is so funny her and Joe randomly went to an art museum in Philly yesterday and they were both dressed in joes gym shorts and a t-shirt around people in suits and fancy ass clothes. ANYWAY after we caught up I went to sleeves and the microwave was open when I walked in so I went to close it and dan came downstairs and saw me and just started laughing like the dickhead he is. he left his gun on our table which is such a mf odd sentence but yes he walked the gun upstairs and then we all went downstairs to hang out while I “cooked”. I cant believe how little mikes friends care about wooly way lol they just don’t respect the house at all but I think it’s so great that some girl took sleeves boxers and put them on over her pants I think she likes u sleeve. Anyway sleeve ate the salmon burger w his hands which was interesting then I left and had such a nice drive I don’t want it to get cold its just been so nice out lately. Mich went grocery shopping and got me salad which was so needed cuz I haven’t been eating vegetables like at all lately unless u count avocados which I absolutely do not. I feel like they’re more a fruit than a vegetable but maybe I saw that on tiktok or something. Anyway that was rly nice of her so I had a salad (w a salmon burg ofc) and talked to ally for the first time in a while. Wiki got her certificate from mercer which is so exciting!!! And coleys dying his hair grey which to me just looks blonde and I rly hope he likes it cuz I don’t want him to be in a mood. Sleeve FINALLY downloaded all the dick pics and I spent a ridiculous amount of time laughing at them and posted my first dick pic and im glad cuz dan said he loved it. I had chapter which was nice and short then I was sitting w anne and showing her my blisters from my heels this weekend and saw my foot was bleeding so that was hot. My body feels blah like my bones hurt my sternum and my ribs I literally think I laughed so much this weekend that my body cant handle it. i also def jammed my thumb i don’t know how but thats annoying. Michelle got fucking Emily as her little which is INSANE im so happy for her and for me I love her so we facetimed for a while to plan this week which is fun and fresh. Then I finished my hw due tn while gab and I made nachos and watched tvd they were sooooo good we were literally eating foil cuz we were trying to get every last bit of cheese were def gonna make it again. Its taken HOURS to do a recap from wed-sun im so glad im finally done also Erins gonna be out of q tom which is great and fuuuun so im glad thats finally happening

[playbucky]

Well Done

Requested by Anon – May I request a imagine with Antonio Dawson (Chicago od), you’re his new girlfriend, he introduces you to the team but when you meet them, you see Adam ur ex, Antonio never told you much about them so you didn’t know. Adam is being a jerk & tries to start something so Antonio asks if you have any feelings for him but you hesitate which leads to him storming off you go after him, confess ur feelings for him, you were worried about his and Adam’s friendship, he tells you that it will work out. Thank u. Characters – Gabby, Matt, Adam, Antonio x Reader. Word Count – 828

“Guys, I want you to meet my girlfriend. Y/N.” Antonio said as he pulled you up to a busy table. “Hi.” You said, smiling widely. “Hey.” The group said, you smiled even wider knowing they were friendly. “How long you been dating my brother?” Gabby questioned, you smiled at her across the table. “Gab-.” Antonio said, but you placed a hand on his forearm. “It’s fine. 3 months.” You told her and then the sound of glasses being placed on the end of the table caught everyone’s attention. “Got the drinks guys.” A familiar voice said, you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to shrink into yourself so he wouldn’t see you. “Y/N?” It didn’t work. “Hey Adam.” You said with a fake smile plastered on. “You know each other?” Matt asked, as he wrapped an arm around Gabby’s shoulders, you turned to him as you felt the groups eyes all land on you. “Yeah, we dated a while back.” You told them truthfully. Adam’s eyes never left you as everyone grabbed a drink. The group feel into comfortable talk, asking about you and what you did mainly. You answered happily until Adam broke the silence “Has she done her trick yet?” He questioned at Antonio. “What trick?” He asked. “Adam.” You begged, you could feel the eyes flitting between the three of you. “No I want to know.” Antonio said, you shook your head. Pleading Adam with your eyes. “You know the way she-“ He started, maintaining eye contact with you. “Enough.” You growled at Adam, the whole group turned and looked at you. You felt Antonio’s hand drop from your waist, a rush of cold air attacked the empty space. “Do you still have feelings for him?” Antonio questioned suddenly taking you off guard. You watched regret, anger and pain all flashed through his eyes as you didn’t answer. He shook his head, before downing his drink and making his way out the bar. You watched as his figure disappeared through the door. “Well done Adam.” You said as you placed you glass on the table, as you shook your head before grabbing your purse ‘It was nice meeting you all.’ You said to the others, they nodded and watched as you pushed your way through some people to catch up with Antonio. “Antonio, wait.” You said loud enough for him to here you, but he ignored you. “Just stop.” You snapped at him. “Why?” He asked, stopping suddenly and turning around. You came to a halt quickly, looking at him with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you still love him.” Antonio said, you started shaking your head as he watched you. “I don’t love him.” You said quickly. “Then why did you hesitate?” He asked, you rubbed your lips together as you hesitated again. He sighed before raising a hand and dropping it in disbelieve, he turned around and started stomping away from you as you took a deep breath. “Because I love you.” You said and he stopped in his tracks. “I love you so much it hurts. We’ve known each other for 4 months. And I’m already so deep in love with you.” You admitted to him, your hands at your side as he slowly turned around to look at you. “I feel like I’m drowning.” You said, your voice breaking. “I hesitated because I don’t want my past relations to affect this one, or your friendships.” You explained to him, you watched through teary eyes as he walked closer. “I would rather you had him as a friend than me with you, but it breaks my heart to think that.” You said, Antonio started to shake his head, as his large hand came up to cup your cheek. You leaned into and let out a sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me that you dated him before?” He questioned. “You’ve never told me much about them, only their names but how would I know you were working with my ex?” You told him truthfully, he nodded and smiled as he dipped his head. “I’m sorry.” You said, he shook his head. “I should be sorry.” He told you, your eyebrows creased together. “Okay, we can both be sorry.” You said, compromising for the both of you, he gave a small smile and nodded. You looked into his eyes, but you started daydreaming of something and he noticed it. “What you thinking?” He asked you, you looked at him with a small smile. “Can we go get frozen yoghurt?” You asked him, widening your eyes and sticking out your bottom lip. He smiled as he nodded, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your lips, you both pulled back smiling. “I love you.” He told you, you smile grew, as you reached up and kissed him again. “I love you too.” You replied, his smile grew as he took your hand and pulled you close as you walked together, towards the car.

#Antonio dawson x reader #reader x Antonio dawson #Antonio dawson #Antonio dawson imagines #Chicago fire #Chicago pd #Chicago med #adam ruzek #adam Ruzek x reader #Chicago pd imagines #Chicago pd fanfictions

[smugdensugdendingle]

Liv gets a boyfriend without telling her brothers and they find out by "accidentally" reading her texts and everyone is mad at each other

@precious-xoxo22 + for the Anon that messaged me the other day

I like to think I did a perfect combo of the two so I hope you guys enjoy this!

Day Seven: Sister’s in the Title

Now their intention was never to snoop and they did trust her 100% it was the boy in her life they didn’t trust. It was a Saturday morning when it happened Robert and Aaron were sat at the kitchen table having their breakfast when Liv made her way down her phone in hand.

“Morning,” She said making her way to the cupboard pulling a bowl from it for cereal.

“Morning,” Robert replied looking back at the teen.

“You’re up early,” Aaron added.

“Yeah, meeting up with Gabby and Jacob a little later,” she explained joining the two at the table with the bowl of cereal, reaching for the milk that was sat in the middle of the table, pouring it in.

“Anything fun planned?” Robert questioned.

“Not really no, probably just gonna go to the café for a bit,” she replied. “Maybe go see a film later, what about you guys?”

“Going over to the pub aren’t we,” Aaron replied looking over at Robert.

“Bit early for drinks,” she commented.

“We’re helping Paddy and Chas with a clear out,” Robert replied. “Don’t  know why you agreed, I could still be in bed right now.”

“Uhm, excuse me ‘Mr. I’m up before the crack of dawn’,” Aaron argued.

“I don’t always get up early?”

“Why do you think I don’t set my alarms for the morning anymore?” Aaron questioned.

The banter was short-lived, “muppets,” they heard Liv laughingly mutter.

“You alright?” Robert questioned.

“What?” Liv replied looking up from her phone, “Sorry group chat with Jacob and Gabs,” she explained before replying to the message.  Placing the phone aside as she turned her attention back to her breakfast, shoving a spoon full of cereal into her mouth. A couple of minutes past as the three sat in silence finishing up their breakfast when Liv got another message, she sighed.

“Something wrong?” Aaron questioned.

“Just Gabby she can’t find her favorite shirt at her‘s she thinks she left here after she stayed over the other night,” she explained. “But I’ve not seen it,” she went on as she got another message. Liv sighed placing her phone on the table getting up and heading towards the stairs. The two looked at each other.

“So she’s still hanging out with… Jacob,” Aaron stated.

“We knew that though,” Robert agreed.

“And it’s not like she’s sneaking out to see him… she told us,” Aaron continued

“Right, plus Gabby’s gonna be there.”

Liv’s phone went off again and again and again. Robert and Aaron both looked over noticing that her screen hadn’t locked yet. Aaron reached for the phone tapping on the screen so it wouldn’t lock, placing it in front of him and Robert.

“You’re not gonna read them are ya?” Robert questioned Aaron.

“No, I mean she may be talking to me but it doesn’t mean that she’s not still annoyed at me about the other week,” he explained. “Could you imagine if she caught me going through her phone?”

“Good.”

“You read them,” Aaron whispered to Robert pushing the phone over

“What? She’s your sister,” Robert whispered back pushing the phone towards his husband.

“She’s your sister too,” Aaron threw back.

“Yeah, Sister-in-law.”

“Sister’s in the title ain’t it?”

“If you want to see what they said just read them, stop being a baby,” Robert replied shoving the phone in Aaron’s hand.

“Says the man refusing to do it.”

Robert stared at Aaron, “Just do it quick, before she comes back down,” Aaron replied glancing over to the stairs.

Robert hesitated before sighing and grabbing the phone tapping on the screen to brighten it.

“Well go on, what does it say” Aaron questioned.

“Give me a second will you!”

Gabs

do rob & aaron know u two r an actual thing

Jacob

no, she’s waiting to tell them

Gabs

is that smart

Jacob

we’re gonna tell them just haven’t yet

“Well?” Aaron questioned.

“Well…” Robert started. “Apparently, Jacob and Liv are an actual thing now,” he explained.

“What?” Aaron questioned with a frown. “Since when?” He added grabbing Liv’s phone from his husband’s hand scrolling throw the messages.

“Rob? Aaron?” Liv called from upstairs.  Aaron quickly shut off the screen placing it back where it was. “Are you two deaf?” She questioned making her way down the stairs.

“Sorry,” Robert replied clearing his throat. “What’s up?”

“There’s nothing in the wash is there?” She asked making her way over to the machine to find it empty.

Her phone chimed again, she made her way over grabbing it, “I told her,” Liv replied to herself after reading the message. “She found it,” she told the two. “Right, I’m gonna go change,” she said before making her way back upstairs.

It was nearing after lunch when Robert made his way into the Café, under strict instructions by Chas to get the coffees and get back, he made his way in to find Jacob and Liv sat off in the corner laughing at something that was on the boy’s phone.

“Alright?” Robert asked making his way over.

“Yeah,” Liv replied. “you?”

“Coffee run,” Robert explained.

“Right,” Liv replied turning her attention back to the phone, quickly noticing that Robert was taking a seat across from them. She looked up frowning, “So, no Gabby?” Robert questioned.

“Bernice needed her to help out at the salon,” Jacob replied.

“That’s nice of her, helping out her mum,” Robert replied.

“Weren’t you here to get coffees?” Liv asked. “Can I sit down for a minute, Chas has had me and Aaron going all morning,” he explained.

“Well can’t you go sit somewhere else?” Liv asked.

“You wouldn’t want to go order those coffees for me?” He asked.

“You’re joking?”

“Oh come on, my feet are killing me and we still have loads to get done at the pub,” he argued holding his card out for her.

Liv stared at the older man, “What do you want?” She replied with a sigh.

“You’re a legend, you are!” Robert replied with a smirk. “Just two Americanos, a cappuccino, and a black coffee,” he added. “Unless you two want something?”

“I could go for a milkshake,” Jacob replied.

“Yeah, go on,” Robert stated with an exaggerated smile.

Liv frowned before making her way to the counter to order. Robert looked back once he saw that Liv was distracted ordering he quickly made his way over to sit next to the teen.

“You alright?” Jacob asked.

Robert nodded his head in response. “So you and Liv?” He stated.

Jacob frowned, “She told you?” Jacob realizing what Robert was getting at.

“Not exactly,” Robert replied.

“Then how?” Jacob asked with a frown.

“I have my ways,” he explained. “So how long have you two been an ‘actual thing’?”

“Have you been reading her messages?” Jacob asked.

“What? No,” he replied defensively.

“You have, haven’t ya,” the teen challenged.

“That’s not the point,” Robert argued.

“I thought you were cool with me and Liv,” Jacob replied. “You were on Liv’s side when Aaron was chucking me out,” he added.

“Well one of us had to be level headed,” Robert remarked. “Look, Jacob, I’m sure you’re a nice enough bloke but you see Liv is amazing and has had her fair share of crap thrown at her these past couples of years and that’s why Aaron was the way he was with ya,” He explained.

“Yeah, I…I get that.”

“It’s what big brothers do,” he explained. “Protectiveness comes with the job description,” he added.

Liv looked back staring at the two, Robert just waved with a smile before returning his attention to the teen. “That’s why I’m here,” he explained. “And I’m only gonna say this once… if you hurt her, break her heart or do anything to upset her, you won’t just have Aaron to worry about.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Just making sure we're on the same page is all,” Robert simply explained. “Do I make myself clear?” He asked.

Jacob didn’t say anything at first.

“This is where you say ‘Yes, Robert, crystal clear’,’ Robert replied.

“Yeah,” Jacob replied. “Consider myself warned.”

“Good lad,” Robert said padding him on the arm. Liv made her way over with the take-a-way tray filled with Robert’s orders. “Everything okay?” She asked handing Robert the tray and his card.

“Yeah of course,” Robert replied as he stood taking the tray, shoving his card into his pocket. “Decided against ordering?” He asked Liv.

“Brenda said she’d bring them over for us,” she explained.

“Right, I best be off,” he told the teens. “Before Aaron comes looking for me and finds out that I’ve been skiving,” he added before making his way past Liv and out the Café.

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Robert made his way into the backroom of the Pub to find Aaron, Paddy and Chas digging through a bunch of boxes.

“You alright?” Aaron questioned his husband.

‘Yeah, fine.”

“We’re they busy?” Chas asked.

“Something like that,” Robert replied placing the hot drinks on the kitchen table. The back door swung open.

“You went through my phone!” Aaron, Paddy, and Chas turned to see a seething Liv.

“Uh…” Robert began unsure what to say looking to Aaron for help.

“You told her?” Aaron asked.

“You knew?!’” Liv nearly screamed.

“It wasn’t my idea,” Robert stated before pointing at Aaron.

“I should have known!”

Aaron looked back to see Robert pointing, “Oh throw me under the bus why don’t you,” Aaron threw back at Robert.

“You’re the one that told me to do it,” Robert argued.

“You went through her phone?” Chas chimed in.

“Only her messages,” Aaron admitted.

“I can’t believe you two,” Liv stated before turning to leave.

“Liv, wait!” Aaron called after his sister trying to free himself from the junk around his feet. “Where are you going?” He called out again once he was freed following the teen.

“Gabby’s or do you want my phone to make sure?” Robert, Chas, and Paddy heard the teen say.

There was an awkward silence  that filled the room for a moment, “I should probably go….make sure they don’t kill each other….” He trailed off going to leave but quickly turned back going for the two Americanos. “Can’t forget these,” he muttered.

“Good luck,” Chas called after her son-in-law.

“Cheers,” Robert replied.

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#28 fics in february #day seven #anonymous #precious-xoxo22 #robron #robert sugden #aaron dingle #liv flaherty #jacob gallagher #chas dingle #paddy kirk #mentioned #protective older brother #robron fanfiction #emmerdale #ao3 robron

[grasslandgirl]

10 + eldonado bc I'm just curious to see where u go w it

hey rachel maybe i love you!!

10: [i love you] not said to me

[inspo, 9:27-10:11 and inspo, 1:09-1:54]

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Peter’s heart hurt. Before now, he didn’t know that hearts could hurt, not like this. They were a muscle, yes, and people got heart burn and heart attacks and other medical problems that likely caused their hearts to hurt. But all the stuff in the movies and in songs, about a broken heart hurting so bad you can feel it? Peter always thought it was just some dramatic bullshit. Which was a lot, coming from him.

But now he was forced to- begrudgingly- admit, that they were right. A broken heart did hurt. Like something was shoved into his heart, or like there was an empty chasm in his chest. It hurt like nothing he had felt before. Peter bit his lip and turned and walked away.

What he had seen and overheard echoed in his head, repeating over and over until it was all he could see, all he could hear, leaning against the wall in a silent hallway. 

It was Sam, standing in his room, his back to the door. This, at least, hadn’t been surprising- shouldn’t have been- given that it was Sam’s house. Gabi had been sitting opposite him, on Sam’s bed, her eyes locked onto Sam. This hadn’t been overly surprising either, Gabi and Sam were close friends and she wandered into the Ecklund house unannounced about as often as Peter did. 

Peter had paused in the doorway and opened his mouth to speak, hoping that he wasn’t interrupting anything important by barging into his friends’ conversation. But before he could say or do anything, Sam cut him off. 

“Ok, I’ve been sitting on this for a while,” Peter knew he shouldn’t be hovering, silently listening in on a private conversation. But he also had the instincts of a nosy documentarian, and his interest in what Sam was saying to Gabi was stronger than his moral impulse. “And I know I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t want anything to change,” Sam continued. “But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel the way I do, so I’m just going to out and say it.” The alarm bells were ringing in Peter’s head at this point, but he was in too deep to back out now. 

“I love you,” Sam said to Gabi, and Peter’s world all but shattered.

Back in sophomore year, if you had asked Peter, he would have sworn that Sam liked Gabi as more than a friend. But things had changed since then, they had both grown up, Sam had come out as bisexual, and something in their friendship had shifted. 

From the outside, it probably hadn’t looked much different. They still bickered and teased and spend all odd hours of the day together, just as they always did. But now, Sam would lean his head against Peter’s shoulder while they sat on the couch watching a movie. His hand would linger, a second longer than it used to, when he handed Peter his phone. Peter could feel Sam’s eyes on him, soft and familiar, even from across the classroom. He hadn’t said anything, hadn’t wanted to jinx it, but it had felt like they were building up to something. 

Something bigger than them, something more than just freindship, something Peter had been longing for for years now. And for a moment, Peter had finally let himself hope. 

Just to have it all crashing down.

Because he was wrong. And of course he was, why would someone like Sam- funny and smart and kind- choose Peter? Why would he have feelings for Peter when Peter knew he had loved Gabi for years now. Peter had been saying it, thinking it, believing it for ages. And when he finally let himself slip, let himself believe that maybe he was wrong, maybe Sam didn’t love Gabi, maybe he had a shot- it all came crashing down around him.

Peter slumped further against the wall. He thought it was the one outside of Sam’s sister Kara’s room, and he hoped that she wasn’t inside- though it would be just his luck at this point for her to come out and discover him, midway through a breakdown. Peter just wanted to slip out the back door and disappear home, where he could wallow in heartbreak in peace.

The one good thing about him showing up at Sam’s unannounced, at least- he didn’t have to face Sam before running away like a coward. Sam didn’t ever have to know that he was here at all.

“I love you,” Sam said, trying his best to maintain eye contact with Gabi, “And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, Pete, but I can’t not say anything anylonger. I love you, Peter.” 

Gabi’s face twisted into an expression Sam knew meant she was trying her absolute hardest not to laugh- and was failing. 

“Gabs!” He groaned, collapsing face-first onto the bed beside her. He felt more than heard her dissolve into giggles. “You’re supposed to be taking this seriously.” He mumbled into his pillow before turning on his side to face her. “How am I supposed to tell Peter this if I can’t even tell it to you? And you laughing at me every time I try isn’t going to help!”

“I’m sorry,” Gabi did her best to sober up, schooling her expressions into a look of soft compassion. “I know you’re struggling with this, and I’m sorry I keep laughing.” She broke out into a grin, “But I can’t help it that I find you confessing your heart to me-as-Peter intolerably hilarious.”

“You’re the worst best friend,” Sam grumbled, shoving her shoulder.

“You love me!”

“Shut up!”

Peter was ignoring him. Which meant that he was pissed about something, because Peter had two modes when he was angry- sullen distance, and exploding in your face. The thing was, Sam had no idea why Peter was pissed at him in the first place. 

It had been three days since Peter had last texted him or talked to him normally, which mean Sam had suffered through three days of ignored memes and awkward classes. And he was sick of it. 

If Peter was going to be pissed at him, Sam wanted to know why. Also, Peter ignoring him was really fucking up Sam’s plans to confess at their next movie night the following weekend, so.

“Peter! Peter Maldonado!” Sam yelled, banging on the front door of his house, “Either come let me in or I swear to god I’ll go dig your spare key out of the backyard!” Which was true. The Maldonados had kept their spare key in the same place in the backyard since they had moved here, and Sam had known where it was since the fifth grade. 

The front door suddenly yanked open, and there was Peter, in all his sullen, pissed off glory. How on earth, Sam wondered, does he manage to look beautiful while he’s pissed at me?

“What do you want, Sam?” Peter asked, determinedly looking past Sam, over his shoulder to firmly avoid eye contact.

“I want to know why you’re pissed at me,” Sam responded, crossing his arms. He had long since discovered that bluntness worked best with Peter in general, but especially when he was angry. 

Peter’s eyes darted to Sam’s. His frown tightened, and he ground out a tight, “I’m just dealing with something.”

“Dude,” Sam said, “you’ve got to talk to me when you’re pissed, cause I don’t know what I did to make you mad, ok? So if you’re expecting me to apologize or something, that’s gonna be difficult given that I don’t know what you’re worked up about.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, you didn’t do anything.” Peter said, somehow managing to look angrier than he had before. 

“What do you mean I didn’t do anything? If I didn’t do anything, then why are you pissed at me?”

“I don’t have to tell you.”

“Pete! What the fuck? Quit being an asshole and just talk to me! Why are you so angry?”

“Because you’re in love with Gabi!” Peter shouted, and the moment froze.

All the anger in Peter’s face sloughed off like rainwater, leaving him looking sad and vulnerable. Sam stood for a second in shock, before he whispered, “Why the fuck do you think I’m in love with Gabi?”

“I overheard you telling her-” Peter started to speak, until Sam cut him off.

“Pete, I’m in love with you.”

Silence fell over them like a blanket, and for the first time, it struck Sam that they were having this argument, this conversation on Peter’s front porch. And that he had just told his best friend he loved him for the first time in the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday. 

Sam waited, but for the first few seconds Peter didn’t say anything. “Pete,” Sam said quickly, starting on damage control for their friendship and his pride, “I-”

“I love you too, Sam.” Peter said, so softly Sam would have missed it, if not for the hopeful expression on Peter’s face. One so full of love and happiness that Sam would have had to be blind to miss it. 

“Yeah?” Sam breathed, not quite wanting to believe it.

“Yeah,” Peter nodded, grinning and shining like the sun. 

And then Sam kissed him.

And maybe it was on Peter’s front porch, maybe it was a standard Wednesday afternoon, maybe the kiss was awkward and sloppy at first, but Sam couldn’t bring himself to care, because he was kissing Peter Maldonado. And Peter was kissing him back. 

ahhhhh!! thats it omggg rachel i can’t believe this ended up being a whopping 1,500 words.... some drabble!!

send me a way I said I love you and a pairing for a drabble!

[enoshimatroll]

anybody else out here full of love for everyone/everything in their lives rn 

today my therapist asked “why do you think you’re so concerned w the opinion of people who barely know you” and i was like,,, o shit lmao

i was a super abusive person when i was 17-19, i went to treatment, i improved, i’m still improving, i am still learning and growing and fucking up to this day 

my early twenties felt like this never ending cycle of being manipulated/hurt by people who claimed to love me, from mooney to charley and even gab, but i also had a sort of victim complex bc i wasn’t a very good friend to them either. we were all rly bad to each other which doesn’t excuse it but i wish we had been better about communicating our feelings lol

i used to make myself so miserable abt things i did wrong/hurting people and i SHOULD feel bad, but i shouldn’t let it consume me/convince myself i can’t be good bc of the way i’ve been before. if that was the case we’d all be written off as garbage humans. gotta acknowledge what u did wrong, gotta face it, gotta say yes i did bad things and u deserve to hate me forever, i’m trying to be better for myself and the people around me. that’s all i can really do 

i was so angry for so long, so bent out of shape and over stuff that happened when we were dumb babies. like our hurt/anger was valid and still is but holding on to it hurts me more than helps. i guess it’s different for everyone tho and that is also valid

i know who i am and know how bad things have gotten, and i never want to b that way again. things are so good rn w therapy + medication + work + school. i feel happier/healthier. but it’s important to reflect on when i wasn’t too

idk what this turned into 

#personal

[ruthsheart]

comfort

 While Marco is flying the wolf pack to Scotland, @ava-x-park stays with Ruth to comfort her hysterical best friend. To her surprise, she learns that being a good friend isn’t always gossip, shopping, and compliments.

tw: blood

Ruth: Something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. Marco hadn’t picked up his cell all day. Last night he’d flown off like some geeky superhero in a trench coat, pack of wolves floating around him like little deadly clouds. He’d simply flown off, alone, and left her, alone, and not once had he picked up his cell in twelve restless hours of calling and sobbing into her pillow and smashing whatever she could smash in her anxious rage. The least he could do is send her a text. Hey Ruth, I’m in Edinburgh, be home soon, in his typical careless, no-big-deal way of saying things that mattered. No. Idiot had gone off to be the hero and get his throat torn out as he starved himself of sleep and food, all alone, in boring ol’ Scotland of all places. Selfish jerk would get eaten by wolves and the only thing she’d know for sure was that he never picked up the phone ever again. In the meantime, Ruth had thrown enough fits to exhaust herself and trashed enough of her flat that she couldn’t properly sit or lie down anywhere except the floor. So on the floor she planted herself, pretending to nap between ragged sobs and panicked, ferocious text messaging.

Ava: As Ruth's self-proclaimed best friend, it was Ava's duty to comfort and soothe poor Ruth in her brother's absence - to be a pillar of strength and consolation during Ruth's time of deep distress and loss. To bring a sense of calm and clarity into the midst of the chaos of Ruth's desperate situation.

However, Ava being Ava and Ruth being Ruth, it was never going to be quite that simple.

The little silver spoon sang against the glass cup as Ava prepared some sweet chamomile tea. Stevia, of course, no sugar. Sugar was for breakups and when people died, and as far as Ava knew - despite Ruth's fears for the contrary - no one was dead just yet. There was no sense in adding to the dramatics by giving the poor girl sugar.

"Here you go, darling," she said in a soft, sing-song voice, as she padded back to Ruth. "Usually when mummy feels stressed she has a tramadol and takes herself to bed, but I don't have any tramadol." She took a seat on the floor opposite Ruth and offered out the cup. "So I made some tea. Apparently it's soothing. If it doesn't help, we can move on to wine, I'm sure I saw some Chardonnay in your drinks cabinet."

Ruth: She sniffled miserably as she poked a few more words into a text message. Please don't leave me here alone. I can't do this without you. Send. As Ava's nimble feet moved with an almost inaudible patter across the wooden floor and over the throw rug, Ruth weakly pushed herself up to sitting. Her hair hung limp and tangled over her face. Her wrinkled white blouse was smeared with blood and her jeans had dark mud-stains across the shins. She hadn't changed or showered or eaten in almost 24 hours. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Marco was the only person who mattered and he was gone.

"Thank you." She muttered as her hands wrapped around the little cup, her voice low and rough from crying. She didn't want tea, but she was raised to be polite whether she wanted it or not. Instead, she held the heat close to her chest. It was something warm in this cold, dreadful world. "I don't want to sleep. I don't want anything." Everything was wrong, from Ava's adorable little socks to the spinning ceiling fan above their heads. The world was wrong without Marco in it. "Why won't he answer me, Ava?" She already knew the answers. He's focusing on telekinetically flying himself and a pack of wolves. He's too high up for proper cell service, which was spotty over the wild parts of Great Britain to begin with. He didn't want to get distracted and mess up. He'd dropped or forgotten his phone somewhere. He fell, or he was attacked, or he was dead. "Why is he such a selfish jerk?" Her throat squeezed tight and her ragged voice turned to a squeak as she gripped the tea cup tight and sniffled back aching tears.

Ava: "Well, that's what the tramadol was supposed to be for," Ava explained with pronounced patience. She tucked her long legs neatly under herself and rested her now-empty hands in her lap. "At least get changed. A nice, hot shower and some fresh pyjamas. You'll feel a hundred times better, trust me."

At Ruth's questioning, she gave a exaggerated, sympathetic sigh. "Because he's a man," she explained. "And they're all the same. Brothers, boyfriends, dads... they all go to the same school of self-absorbedness and awful communication. It's just what they do, and we love them anyway for some reason. I'm sure Marco will be in touch with you again  just as soon as he's finished dealing with those ghastly flea bags. He's probably off scrubbing himself with a wire brush as we speak and he'll be home before you know it."  She folded her arms, forgetting herself for a moment and frowning deeply. If her mother were here, she would scold Ava about wrinkles.

"I still don't really understand what that boss wolf was even doing. Like, what on earth was he planning to do with Faye's body? Go to uni and drink at the weekends? Use his new thumbs to finally surf the net on an iPhone? What was the master plan, exactly?"

Ruth: Ruth’s eyes lifted from the little glass cup hugged in her hands to give Ava a deadpan, exhausted stare. She was too tired to argue. Last night, she might have thrown a fit if someone told her what to do, she might have screamed and tossed her mug of tea across the room. She didn’t have the energy to fight like that, not after a long, sleepless night of crying into her throw rug. Now she could only stare with sore, watery eyes, as if silently begging Ava not to force her up from the rug where she will decidedly lay until she dies.

Ruth sipped at her tea, then frowned at the boring herbal taste, like water and leaves. On second thought, that was all tea was, water and leaves. She set the cup aside and drew her knees up to her chest. Her focus faded in and out while Ava chattered on about fleas and scrubbing... Blood and dirt-stained fingers picked unconsciously at the mud on her jeans. Her mouth answered before her mind had even caught up. “He wanted power.” She blinked at the distant invisible place she’d been staring at for minutes before turning to look at Ava. “He was nothing more than an animal before Faye, just a wild dog, but inside Faye, he had power. He could communicate, he could manipulate, he could walk among us and nobody would throw him in a kennel and move him to the zoo. He was angry, and he wanted the power to do something about it.” She thought back to the night in the woods, dancing and feeling each other’s bodies under the full moon. She’d been asking herself the same question for days—what had Ulfric wanted out of that night? Was it really him in control, or had Faye shone through for one evening? Ruth hugged her knees tighter. “He wanted to hurt people. That’s reason enough to destroy him.”

Ava: "Well, he got one thing right, I suppose," Ava mused with a non-committal shrug. "People tend to underestimate the gift of the gab, but if you've got it, you've got an awful lot of people under your thumb. I guess he could talk to us and move around our world and still talk to all of his gross little friends." It was the best of both, really.

Oh-so-casually, she took her phone out of her pocket and brought up Marco's number. There were exactly two WhatsApp messages to him saved in her history: one from like a million years ago asking why his sister wasn't answering her phone, and one from last spring asking him when his birthday was, because she had been tipsy on champagne cocktails with Ruth and thought she was being dreadfully witty. Neither message had elicited a response from Marco, though the two blue ticks confirmed that he'd read them. She keyed in another message.

would u hurry up?? ruth planning ur funeral xx

Still smiling sweetly for Ruth, she put her iPhone away again.

"Anyway, like I said. Men. Even men who are wolves, or dogs, or whatever. Selfish."

Ruth: Ruth sighed, a long dramatic rush of exhaustion. Normally, she'd agree with Ava. They'd laugh about how terribly irritating men were--selfish, rude, ignorant... Ruth couldn't count how many times she'd told Ava stories of how Marco was impossibly frustrating and unkind to her, but for every tale of woe, there were two more stories of his generosity and love. Things had never been easy for them, father always had his expectations of them, but they held strong because they had each other. Without Marco, she would be utterly alone for the first time in her life. He had to come back. She needed him back in her arms, because if he didn't come back, she wouldn't know how to live without her other half.

A silence fell between them, exhausted and painfully aware of itself. Again, Ruth found herself staring at Ava with a blank, lifeless expression of disappointment. Everything was wrong. Words came out wrong, the carpet under her bum sat wrong, Ava's watery tea was wrong, Ruth's aching violated skin was wrong, the air felt wrong. Ava's presence only sharpened that sensation from a dull blade to a slicing edge.

Slowly, Ruth uncoiled herself and fell onto her back. She shut her eyes. For a moment she thought if she pretended to sleep again, maybe Ava would go home, leave Ruth to suffer in loneliness as loudly and as mud-caked as she wants. Then a strange thought popped into her head. Without getting up or opening her eyes, Ruth muttered. "Why are you here, Ava? What do you want?" Her hands felt heavy, as if someone rested a 20 kg weight in each palm. They sank into the fluffy rug, blood-stained fingers curling in on themselves. "I thought we weren't talking anymore."

Ava: Ava watched her friend mope with concern, a tiny crease appearing between her perfectly-maintain eyebrows. Ruth was acting like her brother was already as good as dead. None of them had died yet.  They'd all come up against the wolf pack in one way or another, and they were all still alive. Even Des, and all he had to defend himself were flashy lights. Marco could literally move things with his mind. He could even fly. He was going to be fine.

Ruth's question, however, threw her slightly. "Hmm?" She tilted her head to one side and tried not to sound as miffed as she felt. "What d'you mean, why am I here? You can't be all by yourself in this state, can you?" She fell silent for a moment, the hurt worming its way into her chest as she scrambled to find something else to say.

"Of course we're talking, Ruth! What on earth are you going on about? Honestly, all this stress has made you really confused. You're my bestie, babe. Just because we've been, like, super busy all year doesn't mean you're not still my fave, yeah?" She smiled at Ruth's supine form and folded her arms across her chest. "You know, I read this thing on Instagram the other day, about how really close friends can, like, not see each other for ages and then just pick up again right where they left off. I think that's totally us, don't you?"

Ruth: Eyes shut and body laid out like a skinned animal rug, Ruth tried not to sigh too loudly at Ava’s trite response. Tried, and failed. There were nine other people who could have come to comfort her, but Ava was the one who’d come. Ava, who’d been avoiding her for months. She had an angle, a motive, something. She wouldn’t just show up now to play nurse to someone she didn’t want to see without a reason. The idea that Ava was only here to watch her settled bitterly in her chest. Just another watcher, another person she thought she knew, wasting their time making sure she doesn’t do anything reckless. Slowly, Ruth explained with only a little venom. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’m a grown woman. I can eat, and sleep, and poop when I want to. That’s not why you’re here.” Again, she asked. ”What do you want?”

The reply was not what she’d been expecting. Ava, as she always did with her perfect knack for being perfect, smiled and brushed away Ruth’s concerns as easy as swiping left. Ruth’s eyes eased open to stare at the whirling ceiling fan. Confused? God, she really was confused. The world felt like it was crashing down on her head and nobody else could even feel it at all. Was she really losing it this time?

Her face scrunched up as a hiccup of a sob escaped, hot tears spilling free once again. “I’m s-sorry, Ava. I don’t know what I w-was thinking. Of course we’re still besties. Besties forever.” She swiped her hands across her cheeks to brush her fat, heavy tears away. Her fingers left brown smudges across her face. She gasped another quivering breath and squeaked as she stifled another sob. “I thought... I had my accident, and then you s-stopped messaging me, and I... I thought I scared you away. I thought you didn’t like me anymore.” She buried her crumpled, crying face in her hands, too embarrassed to share her gross snotty tears with Ava. “I love you, b-ballerina babe. Please don’t hate me for what I said.”

Ava: Honestly, Ruth's super-suspicious line of questioning was confusing - not to mention the rudest. Here was Ava, making tea and offering a listening ear like the amazing friend that she was, and all Ruth could do was shout at her and like some snappy... snap... McSnappington.

"Well, my darling. You're very upset right now, so I'm going to let that..."

She trailed off when Ruth suddenly dissolved into a puddle of tears and heartfelt apologies, and her own heart softened, kneaded with a strangely upsetting combination of genuine sympathy and gnawing guilt. "Oh, sweetie..." she said quietly, shuffling across the floor to draw alongside Ruth before lying on the floor next to her. "I was scared. Super scared. I wake up one morning to like, fifty billion WhatsApps all telling me to ring back, it's an emergency, you've tried to..." She paused, hesitating and blinking back tears. "That you've tried to... to hurt yourself. And then some of the others are saying it was to do with this... this stupid magic nonsense."

She fought to get a grip on herself before she started crying too. It wouldn't do to cry. This wasn't a big deal. They were best friends, just like they always had been. Nothing had changed.

"T-totally spooked, babe," she went on, with a nonchalance she's perfected over countless years. "And it was so not cute of me to ghost you like that. Completely selfish. I am so, so sorry for being such a hideous flake." She rolled on to her side to face her friend her head resting on her arm. "I love you too, gorgeous. It's you and me, yeah?" She reached out a perfectly-manicured hand and brushed away a tear. "Best friends."

Ruth: Buried in her hands, Ruth tried to swallow down the tide of tears that kept rising up, stinging at her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. She heard Ava move, her motions graceful, quiet, gentle. Everywhere she went was a dance, an expression of her perfect lithe shape. Someone like Des or Imogen would have plopped down beside her like a great sack of potatoes, announcing their arrival with fanfare and perhaps a little endearing clumsiness. But Ava, she moved with elegance, like a flower opening to the morning sun. In many ways, her best friend was like her twin brother, a rather inevitable turn of events considering how close she and Marco were. Just like him, Ava was almost always perfect. She was always smiling, always controlled, determined and practiced, talented and beautiful. Just like Marco, Ava was gifted. Her beauty inspired Ruth, and it tormented her. She could never be that graceful, that naturally smooth and gentle. Wiping her face roughly with long fingers, Ruth sniffled back the soggy tears and blinked at her effortlessly gorgeous friend.

"It was so, so scary." She nodded in mopey, pathetic agreement. "I thought I could make it disappear, get these horrible images out of my head, if I threw it all away and left this awful place, but without the paint..." Without the paint, there were so many other ways to pour her soul out onto the canvas. Her wrists itched painfully where the scars knotted her fair skin. "I wanted to d-do everything on my own, to prove I was s-strong and smart enough to control it, that there was nothing wrong with me. I..." Her throat tightened, but she pushed onward in a small, whimpering voice. "You're right. I can't be alone. I'm not strong enough."

Slowly, Ruth shuffled closer, reaching out to rest a soft arm around Ava's petite waist. "Best friends. No matter what. Even when... when... I'm not..." Even when I'm not pretty, or strong, or smart, or funny. Even when I'm falling apart. Please, please love me. Tell me I'm enough. She wriggled in closer, trying to hide her messy face against Ava's chest.

Ava: Ava shook her head. This was so typical Ruth. So independent and stubborn. So hell-bent on doing everything herself, even when it was a disaster waiting to happen. Still, she couldn't blame her. Their powers scared Ava, too.  Ava, as much as she avoided this truth, had been frightened into inaction. Ruth had had the guts to attempt an escape.

"Oh, darling," she sighed. "Your painting is in you, like my dancing is in me. You can bin your paints all you like but I'm afraid there's no running away from how devastatingly talented you are!" She allowed herself to smile again. "Maybe this magic thingy is the same. It just sort of is."

She hugged Ruth close to her, not sure what to say. Her usual go-tos when comforting her friends were to tell them they were just so pretty, that they didn't need so-and-so in their lives anyway, or that they should go clubbing or shopping. Somehow, in the face of Ruth's raw pain, with her friend's thick, tangled hair between her fingers, none of her pre-programmed responses seemed adequate. That quiet, growing panic that had become increasingly familiar to her since beginning her studies at Durham made it's presence known once again, and she fought to contain it.

"Even when you're not quite up to yourself, yes. Of course. What are friends for, after all? Darling, you've been so brave. But the wolf thing is gone now. Marco will be back in no time, all fussing about being hungry and having dog hair on his jacket. Faye will be up and about in no time and we can all get back to normal. That's all we want, really, isn't It?"

Ruth: “Devastatingly talented? That’s your choice of words?” Ruth wanted to slap Ava’s cheeky mouth, so she did, gently. Rolling onto her side, she lifted a hand to pat Ava on the cheek, leaving a muddy smudge in her wake. A smile threatened to pull at her lips as she noticed the dirty handprint on Ava’s flawless cheek, a little bit of artful juxtaposition. At least she’d left her mark somewhere in the world before the end of it all. “Devastatingly something, I wouldn’t say talented, maybe foolish.” Rolling again onto her back, she blinked her aching eyes at the whirling ceiling fan. Her smile faded, sharpening into a little frown of contemplation. Maybe it just is. That bit of logic went against everything the authors had told them, but that could be why it sounded so appealing. Of course, anything sounded more appealing than cursed to die horribly. For some of them, they had taken to their powers like a fish takes to water. For Ruth, it felt more like her powers had taken to her. Overwhelming waves that crashed on her head before receding away into the depths of the unknown future, leaving her smeared with paint, sore and confused. All she could do to control it was keep her paints and pencils nearby for those moments when the levee broke and time came flooding in. Was that what Ava meant by “it just is”?

It was easier to ignore the gnawing fearful questions when she was pressed up against Ava, wrapped in her slender arms with the sweet floral scent of her filling Ruth’s head. Fingers brushed into the thick matted hair at the back of her head. Finally, her ragged breathing began to settle into a rhythm. Her quivering relaxed into a heavy exhaustion. Ava’s fingers curling into her hair sent waves of warm, tingly sedation through her. She snuggled against Ava’s chest, relieved to feel cool skin against her burning hot cheek. Her breath swept across Ava’s skin in quiet little hiccups. Ava’s voice was like a melody, light and dainty as birdsong. Again, the flimsy ghost of a smile floated on her lips. Marco would saunter back in complaining about hair on his jacket as if he’d only been gone minutes, rather than days. “Marco...” Her giggle was a tiny breathless wheeze. “I miss him.”

Faye, too. She missed Faye’s careful fingers, her soft lips, her watchful eyes. That Faye was gone. This new Faye wouldn’t dote on her every movement, wouldn’t drink in her every word like poetry. The wolf was dead. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Ruth nodded against Ava’s chest. “Normal,” she whispered. Her head was immensely heavy. Simply the act of breathing took all the energy she had left after her violent fit of tears. She shut her eyes. “I’m not sleeping.” She insisted in a small groggy mutter. “I’m just resting my eyes for a minute.”

Ava: Ava laughed as Ruth gently cuffed her cheek. So relieved was she to see her friend show even a glint if her usual cheerful banter that she was even willing to let the muddy smudge on her face go. Either way, she was still the cleanest person in the room. That would have to do. "Devastatingly gorgeous, then," she offered.

Ruth had become calm, and Ava shut her own eyes in the soft silence that came with the likely-brief island of tranquillity in the sea of her friend's emotions. "I know you do, babe," she replied softly. "He misses you too. That's why he's going to hurry back."

She opened one eye and glanced down at Ruth's head, profoundly unconvinced by Ruth's claim. "Darling, if I blew on you right now you'd be off. Why don't you go to bed? I can wait here and wake you up if Marco comes back, yeah?"

Ruth: “God, I hope he hurries back.” Ruth grumbled sleepily into Ava’s chest. “I can’t live like this. I can’t keep living like this. Always on edge... waiting for the next attack... the next bout of bad news...” Her voice hummed low as she babbled her drowsy worries. “Every time I think I can trust someone, they hurt me or they leave me, everyone but Marco... but he’s run off, too.” Weakly rubbing her watery eyes, she sighed. “For once, I just want to feel safe, like there isn’t someone waiting to jump at me from the shadows.” She sniffled miserably. “The stress is killing my complexion.” Some mornings she didn’t even recognize herself in the mirror.

Sleep. She was so unbelievably tired. If Marco would just come marching victoriously through her door, she would finally be able to let everything go and let sleep take her. Until then, her thoughts stuttered between sluggish disappointment and frantic bursts of fear and anger. “Noooo...” She moaned quietly, squeezing a little tighter at Ava’s waist as if to hold herself there on the floor with her. “What if he calls?” Her voice began to tighten and turn high-pitched with panic. “What if he doesn’t come here first? What if he shows up on the news? I don’t want to miss anything!” Her breath faltered. Her voice wavered into a plea, rather than a demand. “I can’t sleep. Marco might need me at any moment. I have to... I have to stay... awake.” Again, she hid her face in Ava’s chest, shielding her friend from seeing how her eyes could barely keep open, despite her worried protests.

Ava: Ava sighed deeply. "It's not fair, is it, darling?" She replied. "Do you ever think maybe life would have worked out so much easier if we just... hadn't all gone down to the beach that first night? I mean... " she smiled, abashed. "I only went out that night because I was meant to meet some boy from History of Art - you remember the fit one with the ponytail that dropped out last May?" Her smile faded at the memory, her free hand moving unconsciously to rub at the muddy streak on her face. "Anyway, I stood him up. Got to the bar and just, like, kept walking. And the beach looked so lovely that I wanted to take a picture and put it on my Instagram." She glanced sideways at Ruth and raised her eyebrows. "Should have just gone on the stupid date, shouldn't I?"

She'd gone off on a bit of a tangent, but she didn't really mind. Ruth probably didn't care too much either. The poor girl was almost out cold.

Ah, skin. Something Ava could actually help with. "Perfect, then. We'll do facials at my apartment once all of this is finished... just... just as soon as you aren't muddy anymore." The carpet in her bedroom was cream, after all.

Ruth's sudden protests caused her to sit up. "Ruth. Darling. Marco is going to be such a pain if he finds I didn't look after you properly," she  said. "He'll know, too.  No amount of eye cream is going to fix this, babe."

Ruth: Ruth remembered the boy with the ponytail. He’d been smart, but lazy, uncommitted. Ruth had several classes with him in her first year. She had glared at him from across the room every time she noticed his nose buried in his phone in the middle of lecture. Maybe all that glaring had injected him with some terrible illness, or maybe he’d finally decided he was too smart for school, either way he’d dropped out suddenly and Ruth had never seen him again. Ava’s chest slid out beneath her cheek as the girl moved to glance at her. Ruth blinked the tears from her eyes and raised her head to meet Ava’s dark, sweet eyes. A slight smile tugged at Ruth’s lips. Ava was so naturally lovely, even smudged with dirt and shadowed with somber emotions. Ruth imagined painting that soft, radiant face, smoothing delicate pinkish porcelain-colored paint onto the canvas with her sharp painting knife to get the clean, flawless reflection of her beauty. “He was pretty, but that guy had no dedication to anything. It’s good you stood up that cheeseball. He’s no good for you.” Even exhausted and upset, Ruth knew without a shadow of a doubt that Ava would have abhorred dating that loser. It was obvious.

“We were star-gazing,” Ruth began in a dreamy, far-away mutter. “Marco and I, we were already at the beach together, looking at the stars. We do that in the summertime when school gets out, just lay back and talk about cabbages and kings while the night turns all around us for hours and hours and hours...”

Every time she thought she had gotten the tears under control, they began to creep back up again. Her eyes welled up with wetness at the simple suggestion that they do facials together, something they used to do regularly before her accident had driven an awkward wedge between them. For perhaps the first time in twenty-four hours, Ruth paused to look down at herself. Her clothes were caked and smeared with dried sticky muck. The dried blood on her hand was falling off in ragged little chips. Her hair hung in thick, matted tangles, rather than her usual luscious waves.

When had she become such a horrible mess? How had she let it get so bad? With Ava here, no less—perfect, gorgeous, well-composed Ava, who never looked less than completely stunning.

Mortified, she hid her face in her hands, wishing she had Cleo’s gift to disappear. “Ohmygod, I’ve lost it. I’ve really lost it. I’m on the floor in day-old clothes with dirty hair and blood and... and Marco’s going to have a cow. Oh god, what do I do? I’m such a mess. No wonder everyone thinks I’m totally mental.”

Ava: Ava smirked. "Yeah, definitely. He probably thought he was God's gift to women, too. The way he used to peek around sometimes in lectures to see if anyone was looking at him. I mean, he was hot and everything, but I'm actually fairly sure that he was so in love with himself that going out with anybody else would have counted as cheating."

As Ruth's eyes began to well up with tears again, Ava lay back down next to her again. "Yeah, and it's like, June now. You'll be doing it again this time next week, I promise. Just lazing about chatting about.... about cabbages in the sky and all those lovely things." Probably twinspeak. She didn't ask.

"You have a little bit, darling," Ava admitted with a twinkly laugh. "It's so not like you but let's face it, you're still hotter than the majority of people on their good days. What you do, is get a shower and have a nap. I don't care which one you do first - although I'm sure you'd be far more comfortable with all this dried muck off you." She got to her feet and put her hands on her hips. "Right. Chop chop. You decide what you're doing first and I'm going to get you a towel and some nice clean pajamas."

Ruth: Ruth sniffled and gasped, trying to suck back the tears, collect them inside herself where no one else could see them. It only made her sounds more miserable as she struggled to breathe. Ava's closeness beside her was a troubling comfort. Rub her face and sniffle all she wanted, she couldn't hide her pathetic sobbing enough for Ava not to notice. Ruth had tried so hard for so long to be strong, to be independent, but her best friend's closeness and understanding left Ruth's exhausted strength feeling as flimsy as a wall of dry leaves. A little shove sent her spiraling off in all directions, scattered powerlessly on the wind. She had missed Ava in her absence far more than she had thought. Being smart and strong was so agonizingly boring sometimes.

She missed facials and shopping and moaning about gross people in their classes. She missed wandering in new places and laughing at each other and staying up until the run rose. She missed riding bikes down hills and splashing paint on each other and arguing over what to eat for lunch. She missed having friends. Without Marco, her life had become lonely and loveless. But she hadn’t truly lost Ava, not like she lost Des all those years ago, only frightened her best friend. She prayed to the heavens that she wouldn’t lose Marco this time. She opened her mouth to argue that Ava couldn’t promise her that it would happen. People kept promising to her that Marco would be back, but they weren’t actually doing anything  to bring him home. Hypocrites, the lot of them. Her breath wobbled out a small hiccup. While she swallowed down that wave of tears, she decided she’d argue another day, one where she wasn’t barely keeping herself together.

It’s not fair. Ruth was tired and muddy and fighting to hold back tears while Ava was glowing with laughter and kindness. Ava was effortlessly perfect. Like Marco, she never tripped and fell on her face, never lost her cool. Rory, too. Stupid air signs and their stupid flawless smiles. It’s not fair.

“Th-thanks,” she muttered into her hands. Pulling her fingers away tentatively, she looked down at her hands and grimaced. “Shower.” She nodded. “He can’t see me like this he’ll throw a fit.” She looked around her at the rug, spotted with crumbles and smears of mud, then at her filthy hands, then up at Ava. Her eyes still puffy and watery, she held out her hands for Ava to help her up off the floor. ”Ohmygod I’m so gross.” She whined once she climbed to her feet. Her skin stung as she peeled the jean jacket from her shoulders. In the hours she’d been fussing and screaming and lying there, the jacket had nearly adhered itself to her back. She winced as she dragged it over her aching muscles, then dropped in it a heap on the floor. The white blouse beneath the jacket cling to her skin in filthy patches, splattered with blood. She didn’t hesitate for a second, curling her fingers under the hem and lifting the soiled shirt over her head before throwing it to the ground. She didn’t care what happened to the shirt now. Wash it, burn it, throw it in the rubbish, it was all the same as long as she didn’t have to look at it again. Her steps were slow and unsteady as she fumbled with the button of her skinny jeans while she wandered toward her bedroom.

Ava: "Oh you know he will, darling. He'll come strutting in here and he'll  be like..." She plastered an exaggerated frown on her face and deepened her voice. "Oh, Elizabeth, you look just simply frightful, what the devil have these - these nincompoops been doing with you while I was gone? If I can fly to Scotland whilst juggling a pack of wolves, one would think that they'd be able to to look after you between then. I shall have Jeeves lop their heads off!"

She was talking nonsense now. Anything to lighten the mood. Anything to coax her to do something - anything - that wasn't lying on her floor in floods of tears. Ava had no idea what to do with that. She knew how to gently tease and gossip and giggle. She was a good mate. As this conversation went on, however, she was becoming ever more sinkingly aware that she wasn't a particular skilled friend. She'd never really practiced it.

Her existential crisis was put on hold briefly as Ruth undressed right there and then, dripping with her trademark nonchalance at being stood in front of someone as she peeled her clothes off. Soft, tanned skin brushed futilely at patches of dirt and blood, her normally silky dark curls hanging in a matted, scruffy mess around her face as she bemoaned the state she was in. Even filthy and bedraggled, she was gorgeous. Ava was sure that in the same position, she herself would look like something that had crawled out of a swamp. Ruth's dark gaze and fascinating softness would shine even through anything.

She blinked as Ruth turned away and made her way out of the room, and realised that she'd been staring. Ruth probably thought she was being rude. Or worse, creepy. God, she wasn't a creep. She was just - well, tired. They were all tired. It was bound to be making them all peculiar.

Sighing, she got to her feet and picked up the dirty shirt, bundling it up in her arms and hovering for a moment, unsure of what to do. Finally, when Ruth had left the room, she tiptoed to the kitchen to find the bin to dispose of the shirt. And make some more green tea. God, she needed a cup of tea.

Ruth: Ruth winced as her first name left Ava's lips. She could hardly stand it when Marco called her by that name, as much as he was accustomed to using it for some godforsaken reason. When anyone else called her Elizabeth the feeling changed from a frustrated fondness to a sour taste that strangled her throat. Even if it was just a joke, a silly impersonation, Ruth couldn't help but wear a theatrical pouty frown. "I don't need to be looked after," she grumbled quietly. "I just need a slap over the head from time to time." Maybe a kiss on the cheek and a handful of compliments too, but she wasn't going to admit that to anyone. With a small sniffle, she attempted to fix her hair, tucking wild strands behind her ears and combing fingers through thick snarls at the back of her head. She was fine. She could take care of herself, when she wasn't swept away in the floodwaters of her anger and fear. Lifting her chin proudly, she dammed up the levee. She had appearances to keep, a reputation to uphold. Too many people were already questioning her sanity. They couldn't see her like this.

Ruth squeezed her eyes shut as she wriggled out of her tight jeans that gripped at the curves of her hips and thighs. Hopping precariously on one foot, she worked off her tiny striped socks one at a time, then peeled the trousers from her legs. It felt good to be free of the binding clothing that stifled her skin. She left a trail of stripped away clothes strewn about behind her as she meandered toward the bathroom. Her breath froze in her throat as she caught a glance at herself in the mirror, haggard and stained, with dark circles set deep under her puffy pink eyes and hair in an ugly knot at her neck. With a heavy sigh, she started the shower, waiting for the hot water to steam over the horrifying image in the mirror. In the distance, she heard the kettle bubbling to life again. Ruth plucked a cotton pad from the cabinet and doused it in makeup remover before she set to work wiping the streaks of black eyeliner and soft shimmery eyeshadow from her face.

A thought kept flitting in and out of her head as she dabbed at her face. Ava stayed. Even when Ruth looked like a walking nightmare, and wanted to scream at everything and everyone, Ava stayed. Ruth had snapped at her and told her to go, still Ava stayed. She wasn't sure what that meant, but it meant something. Staring at her pinkish, bare face with sunken dark eyes, Ruth was at a loss for reasons. Maybe there wasn't one. Ava didn't need to have a reason to be there. Without a second thought, Ruth padded back to the door to her bedroom so she could poke her head through and call to her friend. "Hey, Ava? I'm glad we're best friends." Then she slipped back to the washroom to climb into the shower.

#ava-x-park #// besties forever // #omg I love these sweet shallow babies

[miratda]

hi i haven’t sent u a message in a min so do all the question things

thank u for letting me talk abt myself its what i deserve (i put most under the cut so i hope it works bc its long as fuck)

1.Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?👀 im taken so

2. When did your last hug take place?idk i hugged my mom last night

3. Are you a jealous person?jealous in a sad "everyone is sm better than me"

4. Are you tired right now?yes always

5. Do you chew on your straws?yep oof

6. Have you ever been called a tease?yes lmao

7. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?no

8. Do you cry easily?im crying right now bitch!

9. What should you be doing right now?cleaning my room or showering but im catching up on twd instead

10. Are you a heavy sleeper?yes

11. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?yep i can last in a relationship as long as possible until the other person gets tored of me

12. Are you mad at someone right now?probably lmao

13. Do you believe in love?yes

14. What makes you laugh no matter what?the video of that twitch streamer showing off his chicken parmesan then proceeding to drop it all over his desk and then cries about it

15. Who was the last person you talked to?you ho

16. Do you get butterflies around the person you like?always lol

17. Will you get married?idk maybe when im older

18. When was the last time you smiled?its been a while

19. Does anyone like you?i sure hope so

20. Do you secretly like someone?not secretly but

21. Who was the first person you talked to today?cas

22. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?ive never felt comfortable talking ever

23. What are you NOT looking forward to?work on wednesday

24. What ARE you looking forward to?my doctors appt so he can give me some pills thatll make me not feel anything anymore

25. Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?nope

26. Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?shrug emoji bc honestly i dont care about her lmao

27. Do you plan on moving out within the next year?probably not

28. Are you a forgiving person?kinda ill say i forgive but deep down im still hurt as fuck

29. How many TRUE friends do you have?like 3

30. Do you fall for people easily?yeah

31. Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?no

32. What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?water

33. Who was the last person you drove with?my friend gab

34. How late did you stay up last night and why?1-2am bc i couldnt sleep

35. If you could move somewhere else, would you?id move to sf if i wasnt broke

36. Who was the last person you took a picture of?gab

37. Can you live a day without TV?yeah i rarely watch tv

38. When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?im always disappointed

39. Three names you go by…rand, miranda, dumb bitch

40. Are you currently in a relationship?yes 💕

41. What is your all-time favorite romance movie?love simon!!!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!

42. Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?yes whether it be a romantic or not

43. What’s your current problem?existing

44. Have you ever had your heart broken?when ur sensitive like me you have your heart broken on a daily basis

45. Your thoughts of long distance relationships?theyre just as valid as any other kind and you're stronger than any us marine if youre in one

46. How many kids do you want to have?idk maybe a daughter when im much older

47. Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?yep