#anyway. I’ll see you guys in the tags ^^ bye for now!

[suave-hogan]

☀️

[lewsedici]

next top wag | oscar piastri x fem! footballer! reader

summary; in the world of formula one where wag culture is a big thing, everyone can agree that oscar piastri is the best one

fc; mallory swanson ( my girllll )

warnings; none (?)

note; uswnt/woso x f1 is my niche anyways plz ignore the dates on the tweets LMAOOAMZLS

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; one last date night w this grand prix winner before the olympics 🙁🤍] [caption 2; bonjourrrrr, parisss]

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liked by oscarpiastri, trinity_rodman, and others !

yourusername: 3 for 3 in the group stages ! onto the quarterfinals!

oscarpiastri: wow

oscarpiastri: my gorgeous beautiful amazing talented goal scoring machine 😍

yourusername: osccccc🫶

username: OSCAR WAG!!!

username: all he does is drive n obsess over his talented football gf i love him😞

trinity_rodman: LETS GOO!! *liked by yourusername*

username: road to gold!!🙂‍↕️

username: these olympics have been so fun so far 😭🙏

username: Y/NNNNN!!!

sophsssmith: 3 for 3 meaning 3 goals in 3 matches 🤭

yourusername: what can i say😁

username: come to arsenal plz❤️

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[caption 1; bonjour?] [caption 2; when bae is basically an olympic medalist already]

yourusername OSCAR JACK PIASTRIIIIII

yourusername I HATE U😭😭😭😭

oscarpiastri uhmmm if u didn’t knock australia out of group stages we’d be having a different conversation 🥱

yourusername girl bye 😭

yourusername be proud of ur gf🙄🙄

oscarpiastri who says i’m not 🙄

oscarpiastri go back to training u have a gold medal to win tmrw

yourusername i’ll win it for u my wag😘😘

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yourusername: a tough few weeks but it was all worth it to win gold with my girls 🥇

sophsssmith: girl YOUU won us gold 😫

oscarpiastri: she’s so talented right ☺️☺️

trinity_rodman: y/n come get your man 😭

oscarpiastri: yeah i’m her man😁

yourusername: guys i’m trying my best here but he already messages the every mclaren worker abt the gold medal😭

username: literally SCREAMED when y/n scored in the final😫

username: USA USA USA

username: STRUT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!🐆

lavellerose: queen 👑 *liked by yourusername!*

username: yall see trinity’s comment abt oscar 😭😭

username: he’s such a simp i’m in tears 😭

landonorris: wow super cool y/n

yourusername: cooler than u

oscarpiastri: now that is a fact 😁

landonorris: ???????

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liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others !

oscarpiastri: a few weeks ago, you were in hungary to witness for my first win and now, i’m in paris after witnessing you scoring in the final to win gold, so unbelievably proud of my best girl❤️ i love you, my gold medalist 🥇

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yourusername: OSCAR JACK PIASTRIIIII

yourusername: I LOVE U MY HUNGARIAN GP WINNER😭❤️‍🩹

oscarpiastri: she loves me guys omg

landonorris: i can hear him giggling from here

oscarpiastri: you’re just jealous🥱

yourusername: guys plz

georgerussell63: oscar is in his wag era 💅

yourusername: call him next top wag

oscarpiastri: i think me willingly wearing 2 american flags, a cowboy hat, your jersey, and paining red white and blue lines on my face makes me the best wag🥱🥱

landonorris: begging you y/n please tell me you have a picture 😭

yourusername: I GOT YALLLLL

charles_leclerc: congratulations, y/n!!!

yourusername: merciiiii!

username: if u listen closely u can hear me sobbing 😞

username: oscar is dating the most gorgeous girl omg

username: ME AND WHOOOOO💔

username: they are so cute 🙁

lewishamilton: congratulations y/n on gold!🥇

yourusername: thank u lewisss🫶

oscarpiastri: did i mention i was there

alex_albon: yes plenty of times in the groupchat ( btw congrats y/n too! )

maxverstappen1: yeah he threatened crashing into all of us if we didn’t congratulate you yourusername

yourusername: ????? oscarpiastri explain ??

oscarpiastri: no thank you

[emoreemadden]

hii! it’s been a while <3 anyways here’s a request from a friend.

Outline: Gojo doesn’t want to be your friend anymore and tells you straight to your face. Unfortunately, you take it the wrong way.

Content Warnings: fluff kinda?, angst ish???, miscommunication trope 😭 idk not many tags or warnings for this one. lmk if i missed anything

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, fem!reader

A/N: i was supposed to finish this WAYYYYYY sooner 😭 my bad… word count: 1815

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Gojo Satoru. An enigma for sure.

You both have been best friends for longer than you remember. Well, maybe best friends is the wrong term. You said you were best friends, but it didn’t feel that way. At least not to you.

Every time you saw Gojo, your heart would flutter. Perhaps it was normal, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you had some kind of feelings for him.

You just wished he felt the same.

“What’s wrong?” Gojo had noticed you’d been acting different recently. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “You’re being weird.”

You shrug at him, trying to act normal. Even though you’ve always felt this way about him, you’ve only just now stopped bothering to hide it.

“I don’t know.” Your eyes flit to the ground. “Just tired, I guess.”

And Gojo, being the nice guy that he is, pulls you into a hug. It shouldn’t make you feel this way, like there’s butterflies in your stomach. But it does.

You’re conflicted between wanting to cry and wanting to hug him until you two became one.

“You should get some rest.” He suggests, pulling away and flashing you one of his cheery grins.

“I’ll try my best.” You smile back, though it’s not very passionate.

Gojo pats your head. There’s a pitiful look on his face. “Are you still down for lunch tomorrow?” He asks. Always so considerate, yet he’s never realized how you feel about him.

“Yeah, sure.” You try to up the dosage of your weary smile. “You still working on that surprise?” You ask. Gojo’s been planning this for weeks, teasing you about his “lunch date surprise.”

He grins cheekily. “‘Course I am.” His slender fingers fidget with his sleeves. “What kind of friend would I be to go back on my word?”

Friend.

The word taunts you like a bully, but you push the thought away. It’s all you’ll ever be, anyways. Friends.

You chuckle when you snap back to reality. “A pretty shitty one, I’d say.”

“Language, young lady.” He teases. You open your mouth to say something, but his phone rings.

“Sorry, I gotta go.” He gives you an apologetic look. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Be prepared!” He looks giddy.

“Yep.” You reply tightly. “Bye, ‘Toru.” You wave as he walks away.

“Do I buy her flowers or something?” Gojo says to Suguru over the phone.

“You’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Why has it only occured to you now to get her flowers?” Suguru replies, and Gojo can practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“Well I don’t normally confess to my best friend-” Geto tuts before he can continue.

Gojo sighs. “Okay, girl best friend. Better?” He asks.

“No, but continue anyways.” There’s an awkward pause on Gojo’s part.

“I’m nervous.” Gojo finally admits. “I’m like, really nervous.”

Suguru chuckles. “Gojo Satoru, the strongest Sorcerer there is, is nervous to confess to a girl.” He says, his laugh getting louder. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh shut up, would you?” And Geto only laughs harder, his chuckle turning into full blown howling.

“Fuck off!” And with that, the call clicks off. Gojo sighs, shoving his phone in his pocket and falling back onto his bed.

“I’m screwed.”

You sit at the cafe Gojo had invited you too weeks prior, sighing as you stare at the clock.

“Where is he..?” You mutter to yourself.

Suddenly, as if on cue, he strides in as giddy as ever, looking around for a minute before spotting you and grinning.

“There you are!” He says as he sits down at the table with you. He’s sweating slightly, like he’s anxious.

You smile back at him, and immediately it feels like there’s a thorny rose in your belly, poking you from the inside. “Hey ‘Toru.”

He beams at you. “Did I keep you waiting long?” He asks, giving you an apologetic look for being a few minutes late.

You shake your head. “It’s alright. Now would you please tell me what your little surprise is?”

“Well I can’t give it away so easily!” He pouts playfully. “You haven’t even ordered.” He notes the empty table.

You sigh, before flagging down a waitress. “Can I please get two iced coffees?”

The waiter notes down your order and runs off, leaving you to stare at Satoru expectantly. “Yes I have.”

He tuts, rolling his eyes. “We’ll get to the surprise later. For now, tell me how your day is going.”

So you do. You two talk for a few minutes, and you practically forget about the surprise, until he reminds you.

“Alright, I’ll tell you your surprise now.” He says after the waitress leaves with Gojo’s order of a tiramisu cake and two spoons.

You perk up, curious to find out what he’s been alluding to for so long.

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t think we should be friends anymore.”

You can almost hear the sound of your heart crunching as he steps on it with his words.

“What?” You squeak, tears forming in your eyes.

Gojo stares at you, confused. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You swallow thickly, feeling bile rise in your throat. “But… why?” You feel your tears rolling down your cheeks.

Gojo is alarmed, staring at your crying face. “Why are you crying? Do you… not feel the same?”

You shake your head feverishly, about to open your mouth, but the waitress places down your cake before you can speak.

Gojo looks down at the cake and then back up at you, his expression dimming.

“So you want to be friends?” He asks, sounding heartbroken himself.

You nod, confused. “I thought you did too!” Your chest swells with hurt.

Gojo seems completely distraught. He tries to speak, but nothing comes out. “…No.” He finally says, looking down at the ground.

You stand up from the table with your purse, placing down a few bills before sniffling, trying to wipe your eyes. “I’m going home.” You mumble, turning to leave.

Gojo just stares at you walk away, feeling his spirit burn. “Oh.” He whispers, looking down at the cake on the table.

You hop in your car, tears streaming down your face rapidly as you grip the steering wheel tightly. Your head collapses against the wheel and your body convulses as you sob, shaking like crazy.

You knew Gojo would never feel the same way about you as you did with him, but you thought you’d at least always be friends.

You whimper as you curl up into a ball in the driver's seat, too upset to drive.

Meanwhile, Gojo is inside the cafe, eating the cake silently while he stares at the second spoon.

He’s so confused. He had a sneaking suspicion that you’d reject his love for you, but he didn’t expect you to do it so heartlessly. You cried, for god’s sake! He hadn’t predicted for you to be so opposed to the idea of being more than friends with him.

He feels his heart clench when he remembers your face after he confessed. He sighs, finishing his desert before leaving the cafe defeatedly, his hands in his pockets as he walks home.

The second he opens his door, he collapses against it, sliding to his knees and curling into a ball. He thinks for a moment, before calling up Suguru.

“Have you done it yet? What did she say?” Is the first thing that comes out of Geto’s mouth when he picks up. The reminder of the whole debacle just makes Gojo even more sorrowful than he already was.

“She rejected me.” Gojo says solemnly. The air falls silent for a few moments.

Geto is the first to break the silence. “What did you say?” He finally asks.

Gojo sighs. “I said I didn’t want to be friends anymore.” He replies.

A beat of silence passes.

“And?” Geto urges.

Gojo, confused, replies. “And what?”

“And then what did you say?” He asks.

Still extremely confused, Gojo pauses. “…Nothing.” He says, a hint of uncertainty in his answer.

Geto, with a loud sigh, rolls his eyes. “Are you dumb?” He asks.

“Huh? What’d I do?!” Gojo frowns.

“You goddamn idiot, she probably thought you meant you didn’t want to be friends at all!” Suguru slaps his forehead, which is heard from Gojo’s end of the line.

“Because I don’t!” Gojo protests, now even more confused.

Suguru heaves with annoyance. “She thought you didn’t like her anymore, dumbass.”

Another beat of silence.

A wave of realization hits Gojo. “Oh, fuck.” Is all he says before hanging up and hopping to his feet, running out the door to go find you.

Luckily, on his run to your house, Satoru sees your car still parked outside of the cafe. Panting like a madman, he walks up to it and knocks on your passenger door window, startling you back into your surroundings.

Your eyes widen when you see Satoru awkwardly waving at you through your window. Your eyes are puffy and red from crying, which he notices.

He taps your window, as if to say ‘open up!”

You sniffle as you roll it down, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey, I think you misinterpreted what I said back there.” He gestures to the cafe, his sentence broken up by loud, heavy breaths.

“Why are you so tired?” You ask in return.

“I ran here.” He replies, giving you a lazy grin before he continues with his explanation.

“When I said I didn’t want to be friends anymore, I meant because I want to be more than friends.” He begins, poking his head through your open window to get a little closer to you.

“I really, really like you.” He confesses, a light blush tinting his cheeks. “And I don’t want to be friends. I want to be your boyfriend.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, before letting out a breathy laugh. “Of course you screwed up like that.” You mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose as you smile.

He ignored your little jab. “So? What do you say?” He asks. “Please don’t reject me, I ran all the way here.” He begs.

You laugh again, rubbing your red eyes and unlocking your car door. “I don’t want to be friends either, Satoru.”

His eyes light up at your statement and he immediately throws the door open, fitting himself into the passenger seat before he turns to face you.

“Really, you mean it?” He asks excitedly, looking at you with hopeful eyes. “You don’t?”

You smile. “Not at all.”

And with your confirmation, he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss, gently wiping your past tears as he does so.

He pulls back for a second to grin at you. “Thank god, because I was not ready to run all the way back home.” He jokes before going back to kissing you.

[whynot-art21]

Hello again.

I am happy to give you all this little comic plus fan-fiction to it.

I love little stories like this.

She had a good morning today.

Her mother made her a typical american breakfast, bacon and eggs. She usually puts cereal on the table, wich is fine! Y/N loves cereal. Nothing better then fruit loops, right? Anyway, she ate up, finished her orange juice, and put everything in the dishwasher. She then went up to her room to get her backpack, wich she had already packed with all the things that she needed for the day. Including her phone that was ringing right now.

The caller ID said: Optimus. She picked up. "Morning, Optimus." She happily greeted him. "Good morning, little one." He answered. "How are you at the moment?" He asked, genuinely caring for her wellbeing. "Good actually, mom made a amazing breakfast just now, so i’m all energized for the day." Y/N told him.

"I am glad to hear it." Replied Optimus. "I am currently parked outside your house. You can join me when ever you’re ready, there is no hurry."

"Don’t worry, Optimus, I was already grabbing my stuff. I’ll be out in a minute."

"Understood, I will see you in a bit, little one." They ended the call and Y/N went downstairs. She walked past the kitchen where her mother was putting away her own dishes. "Bye, mom. I’m going out with friends, love you!" She said as she headed for the door. Her mother turns around and called after her, "By, honey, love you too. Be back by curfew!"

"Ok!" She said as she put on her shoes. Doing so her cat walked up to her purring and stretching. She gave her a few pets and a quick cuddle. "And I of course love you too." She said to her, set her back down on the floor, and went outside, closing the door behind her.

As soon she was out of the house she headed straight for Optimus. He popped open his passenger door for her, letting her climb inside his cab. Once she was seated he closed it, and started driving when she had buckled herself in. And off they went to base.

The drive wasn’t too long, just ten to twenty minutes. Once there she got out of Optimus‘ cab and went up the stairs to the human area, while Optimus transformed and took his spot at the main console station.

Once at the top of the stairs she saw that Jack and Raf were already there, siting on the couch playing the good old racing game. "Hey, Jack, Raf, who’s winning?"

Jack looked at her with a deadpan look, as if someone had spit into his pancakes for the 100th time. "He is." He simply said with a monotone voice, that told her he wasn’t too happy about it, while pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at Raf.

Raf just smiled innocently.

"Again?! Ok, that’s it. What’s your secret?" She sat down next to the boys as she questioned Raf. "No secret, just skill." Raf answered smugly.

"Now your just rubbing it in." Jack said. "Well, at least I can still beat you and Miko some times." "Don’t be so sure about that." Y/N said in a singsong tune.

A moment later, Bulkhead drove into the base with Miko. Well, 'speak of the devil and he shall appear', Y/N thought. She heard bulkheads door open and Miko stepping out, together with four little taping foot steps and exited barking.

She looked over to the boys and asked, "You heard that too, right?" They nodded, both having confused and slightly shocked faces. "Yup" answered Jack.

… the three of them rushed over to the railing. And yes, Miko had really brought a dog to the base. A dog she was currently trying to calm down. Unsuccessfully. Jack, Raf and Y/N walked down the stairs and halted in front of Miko to meet her new companion. Even Optimus came to see from what the unfamiliar noises were coming from.

Miko looked at her friends just as excitedly as the dog. "Hey guys! My host parents told me to watch there dog for the day." She explained. Y/N looks down at the dog, it’s caller had a golden painted tag on it with the name Rex engraved into it in bold letters.

"Really? That’s so neat! Hi buddy…" she held out her hand to the dog so he could smell her in greeting. Rex sniffed her a few times and then started barking at her aggressively. Y/N flinched back since she didn’t expect him to suddenly bark at her. Optimus, just as startled, reacted and quickly scooped her up of the ground making her yelp in the process. He held her protectively to his chest plating. Y/N quickly tried to reassure him that she wasn’t hurt.

"Optimus, it’s fine, he didn’t do anything." But Optimus was only watching the still barking dog while Miko tried to hold him back. "Rex! No! Stop!" Tho it was of little use.

"Miko, I would appreciate it if you could keep Rex from acting hostile towards anyone in the base." He said with a serious expression. Y/N once again tried to reassure him that all was good, having an idea of what the situation is. "Optimus, it’s ok. He probably just smelled my cat‘s scent on me.

Optimus stilled and looked down at her in his servo confused. "I’m sorry?" He said. Asking her to give him more insight on this

"Some dogs don’t like cats", she explained, "I hugged my cat before we came to the base, her smell most likely stuck to me. Rex probably freaked out because he thought I had a cat with me."

Optimus took a moment to process. "… you are saying that Rex wasn’t hostile to you, but your cat’s scent?" Y/N nodded. "Yeah exactly."

Optimus looked back down at the dog. Miko had already succeeded in calming Rex down with the help of Jack, and Rafael. He then looked back at Y/N and nodded, "In that case I do not see anything wrong" he said and gently lowered her back to the ground. He couldn’t fool her, she knew he was still tens about what happened. So when she was back on the ground, she went over to Rex to show him that every thing was alright.

She came closer and Rex started to bark slightly again when he smelled her. But Miko corrected him. Then when he sniffed her hand again he didn’t bark but liked her hand. She took that as the go to pet him, and he enjoyed the affection thoroughly.

Y/N looked back up at Optimus with a smile on her face. "See? All good." Optimus visibly relaxed and gave her a tiny smile of his own.

I hope you had fun reading it, thanks for doing so.

By by.

[inanimateinsanityrsau]

Ahem… Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3!!

Ok- there we go!

HELLO INTERNET! It’s Fan here- though I mean I’m sure you’ve heard of someone as- uh, as cool as me with being on the ever popular show Inanimate Insanity!

I’m here to talk to YOU guys!! It’s like, yknow, a fun little chatting place for me down in my hideout! And, well, I mean I’m sure you could ask my fellow contestants also!

I’ll catch up with you all later! But please go ahead and send any and all asks you’d like! It’s like my own special interview..!

Ok, ok, ok, bye now. Where’s the off button on this thi-

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//Hello!! Mod Whippy Creamy here coming at you with a hit new askblog!!

I’ve had this AU idea in my head for a while, but I’m just now finally doing something with it.

It is a pretty standard roleswap AU, but just to clarify some things:

This is NOT a personality swap. Characters may differ in their personalities, but any changes to personality are done only so the character can plausibly fit the “role” they’ve been swapped into.

Only the contestants have swapped roles! Outside characters like Cobs and Meeple products such as Mephone4 and Mepad have also not changed roles.

[UPDATE: ASKS TEMPORARILY CLOSED!!] Currently, every season 1-2 contestant is open to asks! Roleswap list here

Mod information and Tagging key below the cut:

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[ellienlaraskid]

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(One shot where you keep giving her mixed signals)

Based on: 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐊𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫

I mean, you guys’s relationship was confusing you tell her when you’re going out and where exactly, but if she wants to tag along you always tell her that she can’t meet your friends. What the fuck?

She was clueless, this thing between you two caused her sleepless nights, she was wondering if there was even a spark between you two or if she was just trying to comfort herself. She wanted you to like her back, but every time she got close she always told herself that it would make things weird. I mean, maybe you weren’t even a lesbian or this was just a casual friendship for you.

You was kind of treating it as if she were your secret girlfriend or something, even though you two never kissed.

“Fuck it.” She grumbled to herself, opening her phone.

She was gonna do it, she was gonna ask you, until she saw a chat bubble appear from you. She started deleting her message.

You: “Hey, Els!! I think I’m drunk af rn, like I actually feel like I’m gna piko mysplf.”

You: “OMGGG I mean like pajw maesolof.”

You: “Ughhhh u should come. I wanna see u.”

You: “Pls??”

She sighed, she didn’t want to make you feel used while you were drunk, but she also didn’t wanna say no. She started typing.

Ellie: “What abt ur friends?? Who u never want me to meet??”

Ellie: “Like I get that ur drunk but if u were sober rn u wouldn’t be spewing shit like this, besides it’s late.”

You: “Come onnnnn!!”

You: “Please, baby??”

Ellie just stared at her screen, she threw her phone away and just gave herself a second to cooldown, she knew going to this party would be a mistake, and honestly? The picture you sent her of you in that dress would make her wanna act impulsively and act on her fantasies.

Trust me, she’s thought about it a lot…

She got off her bed and picked up her phone, deciding to type her final decision.

Ellie: “Kat, ur drunk, accept that my answer is no.”

You: “Ugh loser”

You: “Anyways I’ll text u later bye Els 💋”

And now, just pain, again. She should’ve gone, ad least that’s what her heart was telling her, but if her brain said no, she thought it was better not to. She honestly felt like she was imagining something that wasn’t there and she hated that, she hated it so much.

And, in the end she decided to do this…

Ellie: “Fuck u, where’s this party at??”

You: “Oh, she changed her mind??”

Ellie: “Yh shit like that happens”

You: “Well it’s at [address], I’m waiting for u 😉”

Ellie: “U better make it worth it 😒”

You: “Ofc I will js come on”

Ellie: “Omw”

[amijulesenough]

untie my tongue (ch.1) | luke hemmings

chapter one of untie my tongue is here :) i've had it written for a hot second actually, i've just been trying to write more of it before i posted. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this story. it's shaping up to be one of the more beautiful things i've written, so i'm excited :)

- warnings: none genre: romance word count: 2.2k tags: rekindled friendship, friends to lovers -

‘what r u doing tonight?’ my phone asks, reading aloud a text from my friend Natalie. 

“Call Natalie,” I tell my phone, my eyes zeroed in on the road ahead.

“Calling Natalie,” the automated voice confirms.

The line rings once before I hear her husky alto voice greet me with, “Hey!”

“Hey, girl. I’m driving home from work right now.”

“Ah, got it. I just wanted to know if you were free to come to a little get together Max and I are having. Some friends from high school are visiting and I figured you could use the break, right? You off this weekend?”

“At long last, I sure am,” I grin, “Want me to bring anything?”

“Just your favorite snacks and your beautiful self,”

“Sure. What time?”

“Anytime after five feel free to show up,”

“Alrighty then. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Anytime, hon. See ya!”

“Bye, bye.”

I pull into the dirt driveway next to my bungalow, narrowly avoiding a stray cat that’s been camping out near my shed. He’s a little ginger tabby whom I leave munchies out for every morning and night in an attempt to charm him into being my friend. My resident cats have been ever-so-curious about the outsider and I’ve always had a soft spot for strays, so I had decided one of my late summer projects would be to adopt him into my little furry family.

“Hey, handsome guy,” I crouch down, reaching out for him hesitantly, “What’re you doing out so early?”

Ginger boy mewls at me, a squeaky, crackling noise that makes me grin. The tip of his speckled pink nose tickles my fingertips before he presses his cheek to my palm in a plea for affection. I stroke his mane of fire as he nuzzles me, coaxing out guttural purrs and baby chirps. His petite frame makes me assume he is young, but his fur is long and a little matted, which means he’s been outside for some time.

“Do you wanna come inside and sleep in a nice cozy bed?” I ask, brushing my knuckles down his side.

Another cracked meow answers me. I hope that translates to “yes, please,” considering I scoop his fuzzy rump into my eager arms. He doesn’t fight nor does he fret- indeed, he relaxes his frail body into my chest, seeking out the warmth of my body.

“Oh, sweetie,” I scratch behind his ears, “Come on in.”

I get him settled in my spare room, not wanting my resident kitties to overwhelm him on his first day. In the meantime while he decompresses, I trade my work clothes for a pair of swishy pants and a floral tank top before pulling up my brown ringlets into a half-hearted ponytail.

Glancing at the clock, which reads 4:53, I decide to top off my cats’ food dish and then snag some leftover baklava that my mom had given me when she visited the day before. She always makes way too much for me to eat on my own, so I figure this will be a welcome gift when I get to Nat’s house.

It’s about 5:15 when I pull up to her house, and I see a few other cars gathered around her street, so I assume it’s safe to head in. I am immediately greeted by swanky music and laughter when I get to her front porch, made audible by the open door. Nat spots me from her place inside and waves me in with a wide grin.

“Ada! Come in!” She calls, and someone pushes the door open for me.

“Hey, thanks,” I say, “Brought some of my mom’s baklava to share.”

“Oh, don’t tell Max. He’ll eat it all.”

“I’ll eat all of what?” Nat’s husband pops his head out from the kitchen, his sea green eyes sparkling with mischief, “Hey, Ads!”

“Max,” I greet, turning to the person beside me, “Oh wow, hey Michael!”

“Hey Adelaide!” the guy who opened the door for me wraps me in a hug, “It’s been too long since last I saw you.”

“I know Nat said there would be friends from high school, but I wasn’t expecting you!” I admit, leaning into his embrace, “I thought you ran off and started an emo band.”

“I did, actually,” he laughs, running a hand through his bleached hair, “I did. And I brought my mates with me.”

My eyes bounce over to where he gestures on the couch, picking out three other guests- two familiar, one not.

“Luke, Calum,” I wave at them, “And you are?”

“Ashton,” the third guy says, revealing deep dimples with his broad smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Adelaide.”

Calum and Luke are the ones I know best, since they graduated the same year Natalie and I did. Michael was the year above us, like Max.

“Chardonnay?” Max offers as he comes in from the kitchen.

“Ooh, yes please!” I say, trading the glass he hands me for my container of baklava.

“Jackpot,” he grins, taking it back to the kitchen to put on a plate.

“So, how has life been treating you guys?”

“Great,” Michael says, “I mean, I’d say we’re not half-bad at music, and we’re fairly successful, if I’m honest. I mean, it’s mostly side gigs and small venues, but it helps pay bills, right guys?”

“Sure.” Calum nods, “And it’s a great escape from reality.”

Luke nods silently, a shy smile ghosting his lips. I glance over his relaxed figure, leaning against the back of the couch with one arm slung over the arm, his legs parted only slightly. His hair is much curlier than I remember it being in high school, falling across his forehead at a slight angle, dusting his eyelashes. Calum is seated next to him, also looking curlier than years previous, his angular face covered in a grin as he laughs at something Natalie is saying.

My eyes flick back over to Luke, and my heart jumps when I meet his gaze. I look away abashedly, aiming my attention back at Michael.

“Have you guys put out any albums?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, a few,” Michael says, scratching the back of his head, “Mostly singles here and there.”

“I’ll have to give them a listen,” I smile.

“Well, we actually just signed some contracts recently,” he says proudly, “We’re moving to California in a few weeks to finalize everything.”

“Wow, congratulations!”

“Okay, everyone, everything is ready, come fill your plates!” Max calls from the kitchen.

We all make our way toward his voice, and a bountiful feast of delightful-looking finger foods welcomes us in. Small talk continues to bounce around as I meet Calum’s girlfriend, Maya, and Michael’s girlfriend Sasha. Both of them seem sweet, not from our home state, which is fair- I wouldn’t want to be drawn back there either.

Wine glasses are topped off and conversations keep flowing as we sit in the backyard and eat the delicious food Max had prepared for us. I find myself chatting with Luke and Ashton, who had gone to a school not far from ours.

“I just don’t understand what possessed you to say yes to Michael,” I snort, setting my empty plate at my feet, “He was kind of a loser in high school.”

“Cause you were so damn popular,” Luke teases with a little smirk playing on his lips.

“No, I wasn’t,” I admit, “But Michael… ah, forget it. I’m being prejudiced; I thought he was weird then, but now I have nothing against him.”

“Thanks for that,” Michael says facetiously from a few seats away, “I don’t have anything against you either.”

“I sound like such a jerk,” I cover my face in embarrassment, “God, I’m sorry, forget I said anything. I do like you, Mike. I like all of you fine, I swear.”

“Don’t worry, Ada, we like you, too,” Luke assures me, nudging my knee with his, “How’ve you been, then?”

“Alright. Getting by.”

“What do you do for work?”

I adjust myself so I’m facing him more directly. “I’m a realtor at Foxe and Houston. I actually sold Nat and Max this house.”

“Big stuff,” he says, his effervescent sapphire eyes not quite meeting mine, “Do you like it?”

“I do,” I say, folding my hands on my lap, “It’s fulfilling. I like most of the clients that come my way, honestly.”

“What else do you do? Outside of work?”

I muse over his sweet curiosity for a moment. “I like to paint and garden.”

“That sounds lovely,” Luke says.

“How about you? Besides music, what tickles your fancy?”

“Hmm,” he perches his chin on a closed fist, “I enjoy writing, both music and literature. I like fashion, too, though I must admit to being a bit of an amateur.”

“Well, we all have to start somewhere.” I say, “So, you write songs, then?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Plenty, actually. I could show you some, if you’d like?”

“I would!”

Before Luke can pull his phone out for me, a clanging noise captures the attention of our little party.

“Excuse me, everyone!” Michael taps his glass in a plea for our attention, “Max and Nat have something they want to say!”

We all glance up at the hosts as they stand together, big smiles on their faces.

“I’m sure some of you may have guessed this, but…” Natalie looks adoringly at her husband, “Max and I are expecting our first baby together!”

Cheers ripple through the cozily-lit backyard, with some raising their glasses in an informal toast. Smaller conversations begin to disperse as we all give our congratulations to the couple. I make sure I slide up to my best friend to give her a big hug.

“Nat, hello?” I grin, “I’m finally gonna get to be the crazy wine aunt!”

“Oh, Ada,” she squeezes me, her ochre eyes squinting into crescents, “I wanted to tell you RIGHT away, but Max made me promise to save it for our little party.”

“I totally get it. I wouldn’t have been able to do that though, I tell you absolutely everything as soon as it happens.”

“That’s why I know your love life is dry as the desert,” she teases, bopping my nose.

“Okay, rude,” I embrace her again, “I’ll stop hogging you to myself now.”

“Love you, Ada,” she says.

I move away from the gathering group, opting to pick up plates and other trash from the half-circle of lawn chairs. As I attempt to open the door with my arms full, a hero comes to my aid as a grinning Luke pulls it outward for me.

“M’lady,” he says, mock-bowing.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” I attempt a curtsy and nearly drop a fork on his foot.

He takes some of the dishes from me. “Let me help.”

“Thank you,” I repeat, “I’ll take the dishes if you take the garbage.”

“Sounds like a deal,”

I throw most of the ware in the dishwasher and whatever can’t fit in there I scrub up in the sink. Luke leans against the counter next to me, watching me with amused confusion painted on his sculpted features.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

He shakes his head, his curls shifting ever-so-slightly. “Mm-mm. I just love that your first instinct is to wash up while everyone is distracted.”

A sheepish grin climbs across my lips. “It’s just habit. I’m here a lot and I’ve just gotten used to helping out.”

“You and Nat were always inseparable in school,” he nods, his eyes finding a fascination with the wall.

“Hm, just like you and Cal. Must make it easier to have to move across the country, yeah?”

His head bobs again. “Oh yeah, that. It’s exciting but still a little nerve wracking, you know?”

“It’s a far drive,” I laugh, toweling off the last of the dishes.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “But it’s such a huge opportunity, and if we don’t take it now, who knows when we’ll get another?”

“I absolutely understand,” I say, tossing my rag over the faucet, “I don’t know if I could personally make that trek. I know my cats would probably start a revolution if we moved to the California heat.”

“Cats?” Luke’s eyes light up, “How many do you have?”

“Three now,” I smile, my heart warming at the thought of my fluffy companions, “One I rescued as a kitten from a coworker’s car, his name is Hugo. But he was lonely, so I got him a sister from the shelter, her name is Jellyfish. And then, just today, I brought in this scrappy little stray whom I’d been feeding over the last few weeks. I haven’t named him yet.”

“I love the names,” he says, “I don’t have any pets at the moment. Probably for the best. But still, I miss animal company.”

“You could come over and hang out with my cats, if you’d like,” I offer without thinking.

“Yeah?” Luke’s smile is a little cocky, “Just your cats?”

I feel my cheeks burning like a bonfire. “Well, if you want to come see me, too, I won’t say no.”

He leans a little closer to me, just enough that I can catch a whiff of his amber cologne. “I may just take you up on that offer. Refresh my memory; what’s your number again?”

[leemillion]

SunxMoon dream rambles

Sundrop and Moondrop have appeared in my dreams twice now within the past few days and it has only solidified the fact that I ship them- I cannot lie to myself anymore. Good morning SunxMoon shippers! Y'all got another one 😔

Anyways allow me to ramble about these silly lil dreams cause they were so cute and fun

First dream :D

Sundrop and Moondrop were like lil child animatronics, they were like 12 years old and they were going to this cute little summer camp with other animatronics. All the kids had cute little matching camp shirts and everything! David from Camp Camp was the counselor 😃 Anyways Sun and Moon met at that summer camp and were the cutest little guys ever. They were inseparable 🥹 Always next to each other, always holding hands, very protective of each other. It was the cutest thing.

Also at some point there were ancient aliens terrorizing the camp to the point some of the campers had ptsd with the color orange but this ain’t about that right now.

At some point they kissed and they were so shy but happy about it 😭 Idk if animatronics can blush but imagine a tiny Moony pulling his hat over his head to hide it 🥹

Don’t really remember much of the dream after that 😔

Second dream :D

I was in high school again and in English class we had to watch a short film and then write about it for some reason?? Usual English class stuff I suppose but the short film was about Sundrop and Moondrop 0-o

The film was in black and white and Sunny and Moony were a couple living in an apartment in a dystopian land where I’m pretty sure the world was on the brink of apocalypse. They had been going through a rough patch lately and were arguing throughout most of the film.

It gets blurry here but near the ending apocalypse began and they somehow got stuck in a purgatory like state together. No one could perceive them and they could barely perceive anyone but each other. It was like a veil was put between them and the rest of the world and they were the only ones who could see through the veil. But just barely. Any other person was a white silhouette and sounded far too muffled to make out what they were saying.

It was very dull and kind of scary at this point. Sun and Moon realized that they only had each other from now on, until the end of time. There were no words exchanged, but you could tell they made up and forgave each other for whatever their many arguments were about. They held hands, looked at each other, and smiled. Before sharing a kiss. Then the film ended.

I think dream me might’ve cried idk it was a beautiful film at least in my dream 😅 Everything else after that was irrelevant to Sun and Moon so I’ll end my rambles here-

Anyways thanks for reading my silly lil dream rambles :D I love our funny celestial jesters

I’m gonna go scour the SunxMoon tags while the fixation is still fresh bye chat :3

[marenights]

For Pride Month! And also because I’m busy(except I was playing video games for half the day ;-_-) The MareNight Cast’s Queerness and how they would describe themselves! Some of them you haven’t seen yet. What they’re called here are what I’ll tag them as(at least, for NM’s Gang). They’re all being interviewed :)

NIGHTMARE’S GANG

(Passive) Night: Aromantic DemiSexual, he/him

“Um, I’m a guy. And uh, I’m pretty sure I’m AroAce? Yeah.”

(Corrupted) Mare: Cassgender, Duraromantic Asexual, any/all (usually referred to w/ he/him)

“I Don’t Care. Uh…I Don’t Know, I Suppose I’m Gay—Why Do You Care?! Get Out!”

SN! Chara: Demonkin, Agender, AroAce, they/them

“Ha! I’m above gender and all that romantic junk! Take that!”

SN! Killer: Angelkin, Cupioromantic Asexual, he/it/they (usually referred to with he/him, and prefers that the most)

“Hm? Well, sure, I’m a guy. Maybe. Romance seems fun! Not like I’ll ever get into a relationship though, anyways.”

Overseer Horror: Aplatonic, Greyromantic Asexual, he/him

“…guy? wha-? whatever. i uh, i’m not exactly interested in interacting with people. but that’s my job, so. yeah. now leave me alone.”

Dust Noc: Biromantic Asexual, he/him

“guy. …tori was nice, i guess. i dunno. bye.”

The Bird Sans: Heteromantic Asexual, he/him

“huh. well, i’m just some guy who flies around, selling hot dogs and birds, seeing the sights, you know. oh, my interests in people? eh, i’m too lazy to think about stuff like that. my energy is spent doing all that other stuff.”

Tea Lust: Aromantic Requiessexual+Apothisexual, he/him

“Oh, You Know, I’m Just A Guy Who Isn’t Really Into All That, You Know? Are You Interested? No? Oh, Thank The Angel That You Aren’t, Ha Ha! …we’d both be unhappy with that.”

Geide: Biromantic Asexual, he/him

“what dusty over there said. that.”

And now, here are some other guys! Under the cut :)

NIGHTMARE’S ALLIES

Sci: Grey AroAce, he/him

“Oh? Well, I suppose I’m a man, maybe things will change in the future. I haven’t really been interested in anybody, romantically or otherwise, but again-things may change. The future is written not in stone, but in sand.”

Ccino: Panromantic Asexual, he/him (and bun/buns, but is too nervous to actually use them with others)

“Hmm? Huh, well, I’m a guy, last time I checked, *giggles*. Who am attracted to?! Well-*the rest of the words are too incoherent*.

Error: Greyromantic Asexual, he/him

“I’m just like the classic. Just-you know. A bit GLITCHED.”

STAR SANSES

Dream: Transmasc, DemiRomantic Asexual, he/him (okay w/ they/them)

“Oh! Well, back at the village they all called me a girl, but well—I’m not that, ha ha. I’ve never really been interested in anyone else. I wonder what romantic love is like?”

Ink: Omnigender, AroAce, he/they (very occasionally, she/her)

“Yes. All of it. No, none of that, silly!”

Blueberry: Aromantic Heterosexual, he/him

“I’M THE MOST MAGNIFICENT, COOLEST GUY, EVER! …Also, The Queen Is Quite…Pretty, Yes.”

THE EPIC SANSES

Epic: Biromantic Asexual, he/him

(I have not yet figured out how this man talks. Head in hands.)

Color: I don’t fucking know man.

“*long, drawn out sigh* …I don’t fucking know man.”

Delta: Demiboy, AroAce, he/they

“I…guess I’m a guy? Kind of? Honestly, I’ve been too busy to think too hard about it. Maybe I’m also something else. I’m not too interested in romance, either.”

(Bravery Soul) Beta: Demiboy, AroAce, they/he

“I’m the same as Delta here! Just a bit cooler, if I say so myself.”

BONUSES

Core Frisk: Omnigender, AroAce, they/them

“? Well, since I’m omnipresent, why not be omnigender, too! And…I’ve never been interested in romance. Not in this multiverse, at least.”

Fresh: Nope, Nah, whatever pronouns the host uses+it/its

(I will not be making a fool of myself trying to get its words right.)

And that’s it!

[thiccsys]

HELLO!! I found you today!! I’ve seen some of your posts before but I officially found you today!! On the 17th of June!! Anyway!! I see you love Error. I also love Error!! He does things to my brain that I cannot explain!! Anyway, your human Error design? Your guy?? I love him!! He’s just a little guy!! I’d say I’m stealing him but he’s already become a part of my personality I didn’t have a choice. My friends will now be subjected to me asking if they’ve ever seen him and show them with a look that would send me to a mental hospital if ever seen by a neurotypical!!

ALSO!! It took me several minutes to submit this ask because I have terrible anxiety and I don’t have the audacity to do ANYTHING!! Especially not interacting with other people!! Anyway, it isn’t likely you’ll hear from me again because of that but just know that I am here and I love your guy!!

This was nearly anonymous. Very close!! Proud of me for not letting the shaking in my boots disorder win!! BYE!!

ouhh my goodness hi… Thank you so much for even typing this up man i love reading silly asks!! DONT EVEN BE ANXIOUS im just a little guy with major autism about error and geno . im proud that you even sent this!! thank you so much genuinely!!! you make me want to draw and write more… maybe i’ll draw human error and reblog this ask and tag you to show my appreciation :3

[numberonebidoofenjoyer]

…3…2….1….aaaand rolling!

[A recording seems to be playing. A young, tall African American male with blue glasses and a scar is barely in frame, an orange palleted room in frame. He awkwardly grins, waving at the screen. A orange background is in the frame, belonging to a Rotom Phone, which hangs in the right side of the border.]

‘Ello, and yello, everybody! I’m Lochland Prowse, born and raised in Galar, and current attendee of the elite Naranja Academy! The person doing the footage is my partner, Roto! Why don’t you introduce yourself?

(Bzzt! That wazn’’t in the script >:/)

Ahem! Hi! I’m Roto, and I’m a Rotom-Phone! I’ll be Lochland’z assistant for most postz and/or videox like thiz! Which leadz uz to the main reason we made thiz blog, bzzt!

This Rotoumblr blog is meant to bring back memories of Professor Oak’s Radio Show, except me and Roto are gonna be doing a whole lot more! Our new school allows us to travel for a few months all around the Paldea region, and during that time, we plan on traveling and showing off all the great Pokemon that we can find and research! A deep dive, if you will!

(Ough, that’s such a catchy title, why didn’t I think of that as the blog name….)

A-anyways! This includes, but isn’t excluded to: The history of the towns, types of Pokemon and their biology, as well as if I’m allowed, Gym Battles!

For right now though, you guys can just ask us some questions! Me and Roto are an open book!

That’s all! I hope some people enjoy watching our travels! Bye bye <3

(.......Ten dollars says this flops,)

(Bzzt! I can only do LP.)

[Pelipper Mail: Open!]

[Magic Anon: Off (for now)]

Current Pokémon (League Card)

- Pavé/Quaxwell

- Garlic/Shroomish

- Rosa/Charcadet

(Non Battling)

- Roto (Rotom/Rotom Phone)

- Fangs the ???

OOC UNDER CUT//

Hi! Re-doing this blog! I’m the mun here! I’ve had Lochland as an oc for about two years, and thought it’d be cute to show him off! He’ll be the protagonist of a SV universe, and he has his own self contained story, which you will see throughout the blog! I am perfectly fine RP with others though!

This blog will switch between low stakes to high stakes storylines, especially towards the end of his story, so those will be properly tagged and made aware of so that people can blog or simply not interact if needed!

Basic boundaries apply, both mun and character are minors!

tagging system

#lochland-here! > Lochland

#roto-sayz > Rotom

#(blank)-arc > whatever’s going on at the time!

#post > blog post

#ask > asks, either anonymous or regular

#monoftheday > pokemon biology and headcannons!

#thisfinetown > town/city they’re in

#video > videos! probably tagged with #monoftheday

#herba-hunting > Path of Legends Storyline

#gym arc > Victory Road Storyline (might get changed.)

[s-misaki]

Hello I’m new to the monk fandom but not the show, and while I don’t necessarily ship Leland and Adrian, I can totally see why others do.

On the topic of these two old men and their ✨interesting ✨ relationship, I just wanted to hear your thoughts of the episode “Mr monk goes to the hospital” and the fact that we didn’t get to see Leland being overprotective over monk being in the hospital and literally being inches from death.

I enjoy the soft Natalie and Adrian moments, but I wish for seeing protective Leland more often and I feel like that episode was a perfect chance for a moment like that and it didn’t happen and it makes me sad.

Anyway would love to hear your thoughts, platonic or romantic, I don’t mind :)

Sorry to bother you, bye ✌️

Heey! Thank you so much for the ask & you’re never bothering me :)

I appreciate the acceptance towards seeing the different interpretations of these two that people have! really cool of you 🌟

And the question – I thought about your question too and also consulted the expert @mr-stottlemonk and we’ve come to the following conclusions:

Leland tends to be more of an action guy : there’s a chance he was questioning everyone off camera like he did when Adrian got shot in the leg

It was initially a nosebleed, even then he urged for Adrian to go back home and rest

To be fair, he probably had no idea his man would almost die 😭 imagine he sent Adrian home and the next time he meets him, the only reason he’s still alive is Natalie ?? cannot leave him alone even in a hospital

Honestly I can imagine him arriving to the hospital room like “what the hell happened”

focus being more on Natalie

I love everyone in this show equally and dearly, but I’ll tell you a little more since you asked me specifically >:)

I first watched Monk as it was airing and even when I was a kid I remember picking Leland as a favorite for some reason – I didn’t watch every episode just the ones I caught sometimes, so I didn’t even see him a lot lol

So now on my rewatching turns – even without intentionally doing it – I see things through my “where is Stottlemeyer” glasses ajskx. love protective Stottlemeyer

+ In honour of this ask, I made a little video about the episode you mentioned! 🫶 I will upload it separately if you’re interested & I’ll tag you! the episode is such a chaos omg.

Thank you sm for the question again & letting me talk a bit here. Have a great day!

& Thank you @mr-stottlemonk again mwah ♡

[space-cowboy-101]

🥽 Park Seonghwa, as depicted in a (hopefully near) future Fallout/Apocalypse au.

i’m kinda mad at myself for not putting a little perk picture for hongjoong because both seonghwa and yunho have one and i would’ve used this one for him had i done it. either Small Frame (because it’s hongjoong lbr), Magnetic Personality or Perception. but enough about hongjoong!

seonghwa’s cute lil bashful vault boys 😭 i searched through so many to find the right ones and those two describe him the best in the story, if i’m being honest.

and the nuka cola girl because 1. seonghwa sees the posters and definitely wants to try the outfit on, and 2. he loves nuka cola. who doesn’t. don’t tell him about nuka-world 😳

i’m not really sure where his story is going but i’m excited to write his involvement with hongjoong and how their relationship effects things.

anyway, his little summary thang! (that i now realized i didn’t do for hongjoong…i’ve failed my boy 😔)

Vault life is the only life he’s ever known, having been born into it unlike the old world that he’s heard about from folktales that may or may not be true. It always intrigued him how they had trains that followed tracks built above busy roads and could see a sky that wasn’t manufactured or a display created using a projector. The dwellers that travel outside the Vault told stories of the wastelands, the radioactive lakes and streams, the abandoned buildings and homes that can potentially house super mutants or raiders, and the bright blue sky that seemed to be the only thing not touched by the nuclear blast. But seeing it for himself was as possible as a radroach being killed by a good wack to the hard shell.

A Vault is what he started his own family in and a Vault is where he found a new one when the doctor and his scavengers carry in a dweller from another Vault, the features of the man dewey from the cryogenic system he was inside of before he was found.

‘Military Official’. ‘Air Force Pilot’. ‘Captain’. Those are the words they used to describe him and it caught his attention when he knew he shouldn’t have been listening to their conversation.

It wasn’t until he seen him with the baby the doctor had brought to him, that he came to the realization that this man—Kim Hongjoong—had charmed him with just a glance and the smile full of relief and love that he gave his son when he picked him up from his temporary crib.

…and remember; Vaults were never supposed to be where humans thrived under the pressure of a nuclear holocaust, but where they were tested during the events of one.

i know for a fact that i can’t post the yunho picture without spoiling his entire story 😩 i shouldn’t have added that obvious of a picture to it but i did…and now i have to live with the choice. oh well, i’ll probably post it next week or something 💀

what do you guys think of it so far? 🥹 i get so invested in these stories that they’re all i talk about for a while and honestly tumblr really do be getting it out of my system now. i feel like writing lil drabbles or whatever for my stories and posting it on here since my long stories will be on ao3 but i think i’m incapable of writing anything that isn’t longer than 30 chapters tbh. last time i did, the yungi one-shot was well over 30k words and it got turned into my dragon age story :D fun!

if you have any questions about my au’s or the characters, please don’t be afraid to ask! i will answer in paragraphs and in depth because i love them 🙂 i get so excited about people showing interest in the things i love and i get excited about ateez and yeah 👍🏻

which reminds me, thank you for the likes on my other posts 😭 i hope i can continue to fuel the ateez tag with as much au’s as i can think of and make someone’s day a little brighter with my little ideas!

bye y’all! 🫶🏻👋🏻

[walker-extended-universe]

The Right Moment

Relationship(s): Trey Barnett/Cassie Perez

Tags/Warnings: Injury, Fluff, Feels, Love, Love Confessions, Flirting

Summary: Four times Trey almost told Cassie he loved her and one time he did

Written for @flufftober Day 5: x + 1

taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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The night was perfect. Kelly and Larry were married, the whole Walker family was at peace, and Trey finally felt like he was going somewhere in his life. Maybe it was the wine or maybe he was just happy, but he wanted to live in this moment forever.

He was dancing with Cassie. The lights danced of the disco ball, making a constellation on Cassie’s bare shoulder. It was definitely the wine that made Trey want to kiss it but he could control himself. For now.

He just couldn’t believe this was real. That he was dancing with her. That he’d told her his feelings and she’d returned that. That she was here, laughing in his arms.

He’d never believed in love at first sight. He tried to be more careful with his heart. But despite only really knowing Cassie for less than a year and only just starting a relationship with her tonight, he knew he wanted to be with her forever.

I love you , he thought, listening to her commentary on the other dancers. I love you , he thought, toasting their drinks at the punch table. I love you , he almost said when they parted ways. But he wouldn’t. Not tonight. The timing wasn’t right.

Soon.

—----------

“So, how is it in Florida?”

“Hot. And wet. But the gators aren’t biting so at least I only have dangerous criminals to worry about.”

Trey chuckled. “Well, that’s good. Graves giving you any trouble?”

“Surprisingly, no. She’s been very cooperative. I think it helps that she’s not in charge of this mission though; like we’re pretty much on the same level so she can’t look down on me. Not that she should be in the first place, but whatever. She’s actually pretty decent when she’s not stuck up on her high horse.”

Trey laughed. “Sounds like you two will be making friendship bracelets by the end of the week.”

Cassie snorted. “Yeah, right. Anyway, how’re things back home? Walker almost kill himself yet this week?”

“No, actually. But he almost got himself suspended for breaking chain of command to go after a suspect. I think James was just relieved to catch the guy or Walker would’ve been in his office for a lot longer.”

Cassie chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Is it okay working with him?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. I think he misses you though,” Trey said. “I caught him longingly looking at your empty chair. I’m sure he’ll be writing longing sonnets for your return in a couple weeks.”

She laughed. “Oh, that poor man. However will he survive without his amazing, spunky, badass partner?”

He chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll manage somehow.”

There was some noise on Cassie’s end. “Shoot, that’s the end of my break. Boss needs me in a meeting. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure. Tomorrow.”

“Alright. Bye, babe.”

“Bye, Cassie.” I love you was almost instinctive. But he couldn’t say it. Not yet. Not over the phone when she might not even be coming back.

Soon.

—-------

Cassie had the most beautiful smile. Trey didn’t see it often enough.

It’s not that Cassie was a rare smiler. Far from it. Trey just liked seeing her smile.

Which is why he always agreed to watch Hawk’s Shadow with her because that’s when she was at her smiliest. Sure, it was a cheesy show that would barely be background noise for him on a normal day. He wasn’t all that interested in the story and he barely remembered any of the plots once the episode was over. But it made her happy, so he sat with her and let her eat most of the popcorn while they watched.

“Oooooh this is the best part!” Cassie leaned forward and turned up the volume so they could hear better. She sat back on the couch and leaned over to get another mouthful of popcorn. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see she was watching his face more than the screen.

This was the other thing he loved about watching this. She wasn’t just dragging him into this for her own gain; she really wanted to share something she loved with the person she cared about.

Just another reason he loved her. When the episode ended (and he’d given an appropriate reaction to her favorite scene), he almost told her. “Next week, we’re starting Yu-Gi-Oh. I even have a card set so I can teach you to play,” he said instead.

Maybe after she could match his skill level, he’d be ready to lay out that trap card.

—-------

Trey wasn’t exactly a stranger to being shot. He spent most of his career in the military and there was always a risk, even if he was acting as a medic. He’d been shot more times than he cared to admit to his mother.

Having a lot of experience with it didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

“You’re gonna be okay, Trey.” Cassie’s worried face filled his vision. “We’re almost at the hospital and they’re gonna fix you right up, okay? This isn’t going to get you out of meeting my family next week.” She tried to smile; he tried to smile back. Neither of them were successful.

The rest of the car ride was a blur of pain and Cassie’s increasingly frantic voice. Trey wanted to comfort her. It wasn’t a fatal wound, not really. It hurt a lot but as long as he didn’t bleed out too much he’d be okay. He was just too tired.

“Trey?? Trey, honey, don’t fall asleep! Focus on me, okay? Look at me. You’re gonna be okay. We’re almost there.”

I love you . I’ll be back, he promised silently as they loaded him onto a gurney and took him in for surgery.

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They both had the day off from work and no other plans. Just them, some good food, maybe some extra time in the sheets. He didn’t realize it before, but Trey had spent so much time in the past few years doing anything and everything to try and ignore the emptiness inside of him. Now, he didn’t feel quite so lonely nor desperate. Now, he could relax and hold the woman he loved in his arms.

Cassie sighed and rolled over to kiss him. “Thank you for turning off our alarms,” she muttered. “I think I would’ve thrown your phone off of the balcony if I had to wake up at 5 on my day off.”

Trey chuckled. “I know you would have. Good thing I’m a smart and good boyfriend who would never dare commit such a crime.”

She hummed and snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest. “Good. That means I can keep you.”

“That so? That’s good news for me. I like it when you keep me around.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this secure. Content. Happy. Loved. He wasn’t sure he ever felt this way with Micki.

“Well, if I’m going to keep keeping you around, I’m going to need some breakfast. I need energy to keep you in line.” She folded her hands on his chest and rested her chin on top of them, giving him her best pout. “Make me french toast?”

He smiled and kissed her. “Anything for the woman I love.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped slightly. It was rare he made her speechless like this. “You….?”

“Yes. I. Love. You,” he said, punctuating each word with another kiss. “Now, I believe I promised you french toast?” He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

The day had only just started and it was already a great one.

[strawwritesfic]

Takeshi Yamamoto x Female!Reader: But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights [Ch. 5]

Summary: “Summer lovin’ had me a blast / summer lovin’ happened so fast.”

Challenge: “10 Summer Events” by someone on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Sexual humor; sexual dialogue; summer vacation; comedy; fluff; eccentric grandparents; Grease references; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna; Takeshi & Hayato & Tsuna & Reader; Reborn & Tsuna; Reborn & Reader; Original Character & Reader)

Pairings: Takeshi Yamamoto/Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Master List

Chapter 5: Summer School

You heaved the 751st sigh of the day, blinked, and hoped that the ceiling you’d been staring at would somehow transform into something more interesting when you opened your eyes. No such luck. It was just as off-white and textured as it had been all morning and the better part of the afternoon. Better try again, then:

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Your companion tore the paper in his hands once more.

“Don’t you dare start that again!” Hayato snapped.

You rolled onto your side to peer over the edge of your mattress. There Hayato sat on the floor, his back against your bed and a crumpled magazine between his fists. He glared at you, but you hardly noticed as you went back to staring at the ceiling. 

“I’m bored,” you said.

“So suck it up. You don’t need to annoy me with your constant whining.”

“I’m sorry, Hayato, but whose house are you at today?” Your question was met with silence. “That’s right. Mine. So if anyone should be sucking it up, it’s you.”

“Shut up! I wouldn’t be here if–”

“If Tsuna and Takeshi weren’t at school, and if Tsuna hadn’t asked you to keep me company. I know. You’ve told me a thousand times.”

“And you’ve groaned a thousand times!” 

You sighed again, and heard the paper tear even further.

“Are you two still up here sitting?” asked a new voice from the doorway.

“No, Grandma,” you answered in a monotone. “We’re having a rave. Can’t you see all the flashing colors and our glow sticks? Wee.”

“Did I ask for an order of sass, young lady?” Your grandma sauntered into the room, raising her eyebrows in what she clearly thought was a stern manner.

“Not sass. We’re using our–” You stuck your arms out in front of you and made a rainbow with your hands “–imagination.” 

She smirked at Hayato. “Really? Your friend doesn’t look like he’d be endowed with anything that great.” 

“What the hell?!” said Hayato. “I’ll have you know–”

“Summer school will be out soon. Why don’t you go meet your friends?” your grandma said, smoothly cutting Hayato off before he could really begin his tirade. “And tomorrow perhaps look into something a little more exciting than imaginary sass raves, hm? You don’t want to be rude to your guest, [Name].” 

You sneaked a glance in Hayato’s direction and found him grinding his teeth together. Never a good sign. Before he could threaten to blow up your grandmother, you sat up and slid off the bed.

“Good idea. Thanks, Grandma,” you said as you tugged on Hayato’s arm. 

He shot you a disgusted look, but got to his feet. 

Your grandmother grinned at him again as she left the room. “No problem, dear. Have fun with your friends.”

“Will do,” you called after her. “Bye!”

******

Walking to Namimori Middle School did not turn out to be much more enjoyable than sitting in your room. No sooner had you exited your grandmother’s home than did you and Hayato start bickering again. 

“She’s right that you shouldn’t be rude, but she shouldn’t either!” he shouted before you’d even left the block.

“It’s her house!” you replied.

“Well, I didn’t want to go over to her house!”

“We didn’t invite you anyway! Tomorrow you can just hang around in Tsuna’s attic all day like you usually do!”

“Fine! That’s what I wanted to do today!”

 “Great! Can we just go pick up the guys now?”

“I could pick up the Tenth without your help! I was going to anyway!”

“Too bad. I’m coming along.” 

You folded your arms across your chest, looking at Hayato through narrowed eyes. He took a deep breath as if to continue berating you, but finally spun around and marched off toward the middle school.

“Tch. Do whatever you want, woman,” he said as he lit up another cigarette. “At least you can get that Baseball Idiot off of my hands.” 

The pair of you walked the rest of the way in stony silence. When you arrived, Hayato found a wall to lean against a wall while he smoked. This bored you rapidly enough that you soon wandered in through the gates in search of friendlier faces.

You’d never seen Namimori before. It seemed nice. Not too different from the school you attended back home, actually. Checking your watch, you saw that you still had twenty minutes to burn before Tsuna and Takeshi got out of class...assuming Hayato hadn’t lied to you, of course, and that wasn’t assumption you were willing to make. Either way, you didn’t feel like spending that time with him when the heat had him so grouchy. The campus looked otherwise empty. Why not take the opportunity to explore a Japanese middle school? 

Doing your best to ignore the oppressive heat, you set out across the grounds. You really were just wandering, peeking around corners, craning your head to look towards the roof. Every so often, you thought you saw a bulky boy in a dark jacket standing alongside the pavement or near the gate or on top of the building, but whoever he was (or they were), the figure melted away before you could get close enough to speak to them.

At last, it grew too hot for you to continue looking around. The moment you spotted a door to inside, you pulled it open and quietly slipped into the beyond. You felt much, much cooler, but the silence disquieted you. Although the overhead lights were on, the first floor was empty. No matter how far you cocked your head to one side, no matter how hard you listened intently for the noises of a nearby class, you heard absolutely nothing to indicate anyone at Namimori was alive. 

“Okay. That’s not at all creepy,” you muttered.

When no one, not even a mysterious strange boy with a pompadour, answer you, you set off down the hall. Goosebumps slowly crawled up your spine and across your arms. Every few steps, you would whip your head in one direction in attempt to catch Reborn spying on you, but you saw no sign of him at all. All you saw were rows and rows and rows of lockers nearly identical to the ones at your own school, and the occasional sign written in hiragana.

You came to an abrupt stop after a few minutes of this. “You know what? I think I will go back and wait with Hayato. Maybe he’s lonely,” you announced to the empty hallway. 

Then you broke into a sprint across the rest of the hallway and burst out of the doors in the back of school. 

“Oh, sh–”

“Going somewhere, herbivore?” 

You froze as a familiar voice came from behind you. Now that you knew enough about Kyoya to be scared, you certainly were, but you also knew enough not to let him know just how terrifying he was.

“I already told you, I don’t just eat plants,” you sighed, attempting to sound put off rather than terrified. “I’m not a chipmunk, you know, or a rabbit. Eep!” you squealed as two rounded points of metal pressed into your back. Perhaps putting up a façade of being annoyed had been the wrong choice. If you’d acted like a coward, maybe he would have lost interest.

“You ran away last time, herbivore, and I’m interested in seeing what exactly you can do,” Kyoya said. “If that baby is interested in you, it’s fit for me to be interested, too.”

“Reborn is interested in Tsuna. He’s no good at fighting.”

“No.” You could almost hear the smirk in Kyoya’s voice. “But he and his friends are good for biting to death.”

“H-Hey now. Let’s be reasonable. I didn’t do anything wrong last or this time. I gave you the money I owed you, and it’s not like I have the rest on me. Now I’m just waiting for my friends to get out of–”

“You are not a student at this school, and yet you were wandering the halls. Do you have an escort? No? Trespassing will get you bitten to death.” 

You gulped as he prodded you again with his tonfa. If you screamed, would Hayato come running? You didn’t trust him enough to try. Tsuna and Takeshi were probably out of class by now, and he would be too busy fussing over his precious Tenth to bother. 

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, herbivore?” Kyoya asked.

“I do,” came a voice you had not expected to hear. “She’s with me.”

Kyoya spun around to look at the person that had come to your rescue. You turned quickly as well, rubbing the sore spots on your back. Takeshi stood there, smiling just as cheerfully as ever in the face of Kyoya’s cold, blank stare.

“Hn. See to it that she doesn’t break any more school rules, or I’ll bite her to death, and you with her,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” Takeshi said, still smiling. 

And then Kyoya was gone. You exhaled gustily as you wiped the sweat from your brow and tripped toward Takeshi.

“He’s gone. Thank goodness.” You peered in through the windows to make doubly sure that Kyoya  was not lurking inside, ready to pounce the minute you were left alone again. Then you looked up at Takeshi and grinned. “Thanks for rescuing me again. I owe you another one.”

“Ahahaha. That’s okay,” Takeshi said. The two of you headed toward the gates--the correct direction this time. “I’m just glad I could get to you in time. You shouldn’t be wandering around alone with Hibari on the prowl, but I guess Gokudera forgot to tell you that.”

“Yeah, sure. He forgot.” You made  mental note to shove Hayato’s cigarette up his nose the next chance you got. “But how did you get there so fast?” “I saw you out the window, and I saw Hibari coming to harass you. The minute the teacher released us, I made sure to come get you.”

“Oh. Well, thanks again.”

You almost asked him why he’d gone to the trouble. Almost. But doing so ran the risk of tackling a subject you weren’t ready to yet, especially knowing that the simplest answer was that Takeshi didn’t want Kyoya to beat you to a bloody pulp. He probably had a good idea you weren’t carrying around those freaky explosive darts Reborn kept forcing on you.

“No problem!” 

Then he stopped walking. He looked suddenly abashed. Your heart hammered in your chest. 

“I guess I just didn’t want him to hurt you,” he admitted.

Oh, was that all? You really didn’t need to tackle that subject now. You laughed, a quiet, embarrassed chuckle. “You three really are strange about protecting your friends. This mafia roleplay stuff is crazy.”

“No, I mean--well, yeah, but--” Takeshi laughed nervously himself, rubbing the back of his head and closing one eye in a sort of prolonged wink. “I didn’t want him to hurt you because you’re my friend, but I also kind of like you like you.”

 “Oh!” was all you said as you felt heat blooming in your cheeks. You looked at the ground and scuffed a patch of dirt with your shoe. Trust Takeshi of all people to get into what you’d been so afraid to begin with. None of this felt quite real. Perhaps you were suffering heat stroke? But you took the plunge and said,  "I kind of like you like you, too.”

“Really?” You looked up at the change in his voice. No longer anxious, he had gone right back to grinning in his usual manic way. “That’s great!” He took a few steps away and then smiled back at you. “Come on! Let’s go get Tsuna and Gokudera.”

And just like that, the confession was over. You felt a little relieved on two counts: One, your crush wasn’t in vain. Two, nothing was about to change between you and your group of summer friends. The only thing you had to worry about was the inevitable end of that summer. But for the time being, you could push that aside. Takeshi’s hand was waiting for you to take before you ran with him to join the rest of your group--and whatever they had in store for you would be sure to chase any fears you had far from your mind, just as he had so easily chased away Kyoya.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Pink KKomas 94

Spoiler for my stories

MC: hello there (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)‼

you appear before others while wearing a Ghost face mask.

Doll/Reaper: AHHHHHHHH

The two screams as a classic Kohaku will now go a for a hit to the face and gut but you quickly dodge them in quick note.

MC: (๑❛ั ॄ❛ั๑)♡ that’s not nice.

You remove your face mask as Doll was about to hit you again. He was surprised for a moment before his face become a i-dont-give-a-fuck-bitch-face

Doll: so your back （ ´ー｀）you shouldn’t come back cause we’re not dead here yet.

MC: ehh you guys dying here is impossible (ﾟ⊿ﾟ) hahah

Doll just give you a look, which made you think doll seems to change when your gonefor a while.

MC: dont worry your not gone from your world for years or anything, time process differently here.

Doll:...

Reaper: wow how did you know that’s what doll been questioning for months ?

MC: cause I’m MC MWAHAHAHA ((o(´∀｀)o))ﾜｸﾜｸ

Doll: (-_-#)

Reaper who doesn’t get it: I see! （＾０＾）

As reaper tag along with you laughing Doll eyes went to the moving thing behind your back. His eyes zoom into it and the creature behind you blink its eyes at him.

Doll: who’s that new victim of yours ? (｀_´) *his already use to this.

MC: oh!

You then proceed to show a nui version of him. Who wave at him.

Doll: ...

Reaper: I don’t get it, don’t we have doll already.

MC: oh it’s not a darling doll, at least not from your universe, it’s from another place. I can’t say it’s an au because it’s a place far from aus. This is nui, they don’t turn human or anything.. cause it’s a literally a posses doll by a real ghost.

Doll:...

Reaper:...

You watch them back away for a moment from you.

MC: omg are you guys scared 😂?!

You chuckle oblivious as you don’t realize that behind you were many ghost looking at those two(totally them imagining it far too much)

Doll: I have something to do bye

Reaper: sea is calling me byeeeee!!

The two fled before you can introduce the next one.

MC stares at the other person with you: anyway it seems I’ll introduce you next time buddy! I hope you won’t feel that bad, cause it be bad for ya heart!

The new pink kkoma just look st your direction as he point at the whole on his chest which mean they don’t have a heart to care about such thing.

MC:... :3 obviously it’s a joke. (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

???:

Corpse white hands point at someone from a far, you look at the direction where his pointing. You saw Blood looking at your direction again.

MC: it seems I have a stalker AHAHAHA

???:

He rubs the black blindfolded on his eyes with a symbol on the fabric as he seems to try to think what is wrong with this person. (You) as he did so, suddenly something went flying in the air and went to hit the Kkoma who’s head went flying into your arms.

MC: oh no! Hanii! ฅ(๑*д*๑)ฅ!!

You called out the person who throw the item—

MC: GASP YOU THROW BLOB!!HOW DARE YOUUUUUUUU

you realize it was your baby which he throw just now, though blob is not harm unlike the undead with you.

Bee: oops I slip. My bad :3

NN: we were playing baseball. :)

MC: WITH BLOB AS BALL!?

you cannot believe this. As you argue with your spouse the hallow zombie pick his own head and put it back in place before he swiftly went away with the help of the Nui him to guide his path. He cannot see after all. He can only sense danger and the danger is coming from those two and the other one who was spying on you two earlier.