#“Nothing we can do about it....frick it we ball!”

[scullcrusher101xd]

when season 5 and you gotta move houses

[alyswritings]

I just thought of this just now but basically can I request a Jj maybank x sister reader where the reader like breaks something in the chateau, it can be like a cup or a plate. It smashes all on the floor, pope and john B run in to see what happened and y/n gets scared as she doesn’t want them to be mad like her dad did last time she broke something. She starts to cry and runs out and jj comes back thinking they done something to her but they tell him what happened and said they wasn’t mad was telling her it’s okay as accidents happen? xx

The boys are outside and getting ready to go out on the boat while Y/N is inside, packing up their sandwiches that Pope made. Grabbing the glass that she was using for water earlier, but knowing she won't need it anymore, she grabs it off the counter. It's just out of her reach, the girl having to get on her toes to manage to grab it.

However, before she can get a good grip on it, it slips her grip, shattering onto the floor in pieces. The girl lets out a loud gasp, eyes widening at the shattered glass.

John B and Pope, who were right outside the porch, heard the crash and rush inside. Y/N looks up when the door swings open, fear setting in at the two teenagers rushing in.

"Hey. Hey, are you okay? What happened?" John B asks.

"I-I-- I'm-- I'm sorry." She whimpers, tears already streaming down her face.

"Hey, hey, it's all right." Pope says. "Y/N--"

"I'm sorry." She sobs, running out.

"He-- wait, the glass!" John B tries to warn, worried about her cutting herself. Though she doesn't seem to hear him as she races outside.

JJ climbs off the HMS, ready to go tell them they're all set, but he frowns when Y/N runs out crying.

"Y/N?" He calls, though if she hears him, she just ignores him. "Y/N!" He calls, but she only runs over to the chicken coop and crawls in it. "What the fuck?" He mutters, rushing into the chateau.

"What the hell did you two do?" JJ immediately accuses.

"Nothing." Pope states, crouching on the floor and cleaning the glass up.

"We didn't do anything, man. We-- we were outside and we heard a crash. We ran in and there was glass all over the floor and she was just standing here. She started crying when we came in."

JJ takes a moment to process before he realizes what would've caused her to react like that.

"Fuck." He whispers, rubbing his temples.

"What?" John B asks.

"Well... let's say Luke Maybank isn't one to excuse broken dishes so fricking easily." JJ sneers while slamming the screen door open and walking out. Pope and John B share a sad look, understanding the girl's reaction.

"JJ!" John B calls before the blonde gets too far and he turns back. "There was some blood on one of the pieces of glass. I think she cut her foot running out."

JJ nods before walking off, going to the kitchen coop. He crouches down and finds Y/N sitting curled up in a ball and sobbing into her knees.

"Munchkin?" He softly calls. She glances up at him, but only for a split second.

"I'm sorry." She cries.

JJ's heart breaks and he crawls into the chicken coop. He sits across from her, making sure there's a little bit of space.

"Kiddo, the glass was an accident. None of us are made at you." JJ tells her, making sure to keep his voice gentle.

"Yo-- you're not?" She sniffles, looking up at him.

"No. No, we're not and we never will be. It's an accident. You didn't mean to drop it and it's okay that you did. We're not angry." He tells her.

"But... but daddy hit me last time I broke a plate." Y/N hiccups.

"I know." JJ frowns. His heart cracks even more knowing he couldn't protect her from him. "But that's dad... and dad is a mean person. We're not like him, you know that. None of us would ever hurt you. We've never laid a hand on you, right?"

"Right." Y/N mumbles.

"I promise, as long as you're with us -- and especially me -- you're safer than ever." JJ tells her. Y/N sniffles and nods. He carefully reaches out, his hands resting on her ankles. When she doesn't pull away, he lifts her legs up a little, enough to see the bottom of her feet and sees the cut on the bottom of her right foot.

"You're bleeding, kiddo." JJ notes.

"I stepped on the glass. I felt it, but I kept running." Y/N mumbles.

"It's okay. We'll get you all bandaged up -- easy peazy." JJ tells her.

Y/N holds her arms out and JJ pulls her over to him, tightly hugging her, rubbing her back. He kisses her on the head, smoothing some of her hair down.

"Can we still go on the boat?" Y/N asks.

"Obviously. Little disinfectant and a Band-Aid ain't gonna stop us from having a amazing time on the Pogue. And we're also picking Kie up." He adds making the younger girl grin. "Yeah, yeah, she's your favorite. We know."

"Mm-mm." She shakes her head. "Second favorite."

"Second? Oh, really? Who's on top?" JJ asks.

"You." Y/N states, tightening her hold on him. JJ grins, picking her up, and crawling out of the chicken coop.

"Always making smart choices, kiddo." JJ comments, ruffling her hair, making her giggle.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl @wildieflower @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @itsmaneskinbitch @mrvlxgrl @star-wars-lover @champomiel @ironmaiden1313

[tulipsnflowers]

AS our resident ghost type enthusiast, I ask you:

*holds out microphone

Ghost types. Tell us more. Your thoughts?

Well I'm very glad you asked

(takes the mic out of your hands)

.... Fricking. Ghost types.

Okay so let's start from the beginning, I fricking hate Ulzar but I have to at least half take it into consideration

Bastard said that each of the 7 had their own offspring being Nexomon and that's how they came to be.

How true this is is up to debate, but, still. CoO made nexomon that carry their element, checks out.

No 2 is actually Jin/Atlanta/Lydia. I forgot who says it but I know it's said Jin sealed Fen off so that no more tyrants can be born. And that when Lydia knows you have an egg she immediately tells you to go bother Nadine.

Therefore, I'm going to assume that one must need element powers to hatch tyrants, more specifically laylines. And this makes sense! (Not your post Byeol go to the corner.) I mean, the Plant type tyrant is literally Tikala, who was a warden, because Deena probably wouldn't have. And there's no Psychic because I mean, Solus was a child, nobody came up to them like "hey kid you wanna bless this egg with psychic powers"

... So then. Ghost. Fane.

Where did they come from, genuinely. It can't be Ziegler, he's a normal type. Even if he wasn't it'd still have weird implications.

We have this whole lore and world building about this being the case, and then ghost shows up.

It's the only type without a primordial! How did you exist if you had nothing to come from???

It even has shards and traps! Normal doesn't have shards and traps!!!

So where did you come from??

It has to be something, somehow. I just- it's do weird, AND it's gone in n3!!! It just stayed around a bit and then left, what the heck!!!!!

This is why I have Aster (I promise I'm working on this) and Sasha(This kangaroo won't leave me be istg-) among others. I need reason as to why Ghost is a thing.

I obviously don't think Aster is a thing that canonically happened, so, here's some:

1. Ghost came from Hilda screwing on about, and her curse effecting Nexomon, I'm only willing to accept this if there's 0 ghosts in n3

2. Ghost came from Amelie trying to stop Tyrants. Because imagine pre Solus for a second. Normal was an unstoppable force as far as elements went. No counters, no nothing. So maybe she just fucked about (her or Malk, because James' steppdad would probably have his blood or something from being a scientist and making sure that glass ball has his rabbies shots) making Ghost on accident. If anyone's doing this I expect a Ghost type primordial design on my desk by 5. Because they existed for at least a moment

3. Deena's scrapped plotline of having a different kid first. This fucks up her characterization just a little bit (a lot) though so thread carefully I guess.

4. The abyssal person did it because we still don't know what they are. Seer? Probably. But maybe they're related to Omnicron or something who fricking knows, not me. Also no I don't think it's James sorry other theory person. So maybe it's Kroma? Like the first real Ghost type, I mean I even have a human design, she'd just need some gold...

5. It's Normal decaying at different speeds. Ghost is sometimes described by Decay after all. This one I might have to take in n3, considering I don't think it'd ever get resolved

[brideofdiscord-rewritten]

THIS IS A SIDE BLOG STEMMING FROM @atbussysparks! That is also me!! I will be attempting to re-write bride of discord

Respect for the original property goes to DisneyFanatic2362, writer of bride of discord. This fanfiction was not meant to be "better" but to be a love letter to the original author.

If you or your friend is into MLPFiM, please tag them in my posts!! I want new fans to be able to experience a modern take on a classic fanfic (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Others may write chapters, and I will reblog that! I will write them, but if someone has a better written chapter I'll reblog that instead

THERE WILL BE NO NSFW. While many people have been touched by this series, far too many have touched themselves to it.

I will omit some ridiculous examples of discord being emotionally or mentally abusive past the point in which he has fully developed as a good character. Instead he will face consequences for his abuse.

This is not a safe space for pro/comships. No questions asked

Spike will still have a crush on rarity, but spike being a romantic interest for adult ponies, or having his feelings reciprocated in any way will be removed from the story.

Music and silly corny early 2010s Disney channel humor will stay, unfortunately. BUT! WE WILL MAKE MORE FUNNY JOKES I SWEAR

No cursing within the story, and if they curse it will be subtle. Horse related. Replaced with @$#&*!?¥£€.

Hell, damn, frick, frack, crap, darn, dang, shoot, balls, loser, shut up, fools, doofus, dingus, and ugly are allowed.

The word "ass" will only be used 3 times. Make it count.

Topics such as death should be handled with care and emotions. It is okay to say stuff related to dying.

Characters can be LGBTQ, but explicit sexual references to ponys' relationships, homosexual or heterosexual, are not tolerated. these horses could be sequential hermaphrodites OR self fertilize through an asexual manner called parthenogenesis, and give birth by teleporting the baby horse from their stomach to the ground via magic nurses. But that's not for us to know.

SOMETIMES dirty jokes are allowed. Like, really subtle ones. BUT NO HORSES DO THE NAUGHTY IN THE PLOT. NEVER MENTION IT.

Please write zecora doing actual Hoo Doo. And respect it, as it is cultural magic. Where used to live people did not respect hoodoo and voodoo as actual lifestyles, and viewed them as Halloween gimmicks. In the same place, many black people practiced voodoo.

I'm sorry I will reference fat Albert. I used to watch reruns of it. Fluttershy will explicitly say "HEY HEY HEY" like in the damn YouTube vid. I'm sorry I loved fat Albert.

Rarity will have a daughter from a previous relationship, and the fully will not have that weird diet culture obsession.

Also justice for rarity what the heck did she do to deserve such a horrible life 😭😭😭

If Applejack's speech is funny y'all don't get to say nothing because I'm southern and i am clearly supreme in this area of expertise. She's probably Georgian but that's not my accent so suck it.

Bigots of any kind are not tolerated. Read my main account, (atbussysparks) about section.

And remember! This project was born of love for the original, appreciation of everyone involved with the creation of the audio drama, and the opportunity to make fat Albert references.

[sh4tt3rg1rl]

ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP HERE WE GO

I don’t have a name for her yet lol so I’ll probably just call her Izzy.

Also before we begin…uhhhh I know nothing about this show past the bits I’ve seen from you and autumn and tumblr in general. Like…I know so little that I imagine the show in bright neon colors in my head despite knowing that the colors are actually really muted lol. And instead of doing my research I thought it’d be funnier and more of a challenge to just go off of my current knowledge and see what would happen

“Frick it, we ball”, essentially, for an entire chem period.

Izzy is introduced as…really really obviously Irken. Like…I know one of the running jokes is that Zim’s disguise sucks and nobody seems to notice, like that’s part of the premise itself. But with Izzy, the humans are noticing. Actively. Her use of the tech is unwieldy and obvious, she doesn’t seem to know what she’s doing with any of it, and she acts kinda odd.

So yeah she’d be set up as a “threat to the veil”, almost.

…until we learn that she’s not Irken, she’s human as human can get. She just…found this stuff. No wonder she’s so bad at it, she’s having to learn what everything does through trial and error. Like, her PAK (aka the only thing she’s gotten the hang of using) is inside of a cute cat backpack.

Um random bits:

She has great reflexes. Like…too good. As in “will punch you in the face with a robot leg by accident if you scare her” too good lol.

She uses the robot legs to emote a lot, and to climb around. Like…imagine giving a hyperactive lil girl a PAK. yeah duh she’s gonna be bouncing off the walls and clambering across roofs. She also uses the legs to prank people, like switching out someone’s water bottle for iced tea or smth small like that lol.

Her “strangeness” is just how she is personality-wise, nothing supernatural or alien. Just her bein’ fun.

OH ACTUALLY I LOVE THIS SM

[poetryinsilence]

Virtuoso

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x performer f!reader

Lunch at the beach and I’m shitting this out my ass cuz I have everything going on my mind and it’s rooster. Just some fun flirting, much fluff and both of them are himbos and I tried to slot in some Elvis for rooster cuz it's what he deserves and I actually finished this up at 4am cuz I can't think straight

Word count: 3,019

Tw: not proofread/beta read or anything read whatsoever, a bit of swearing I guess? Still very PG friendly

Summer in California is more significant than what you've initially imagined. The scorching sun radiates its eminent flair, touching every part of your exposed skin that may or may not be the cause of your heat stroke. The big ball of light has been beaming down at you for the past couple of hours, although you have frequently taken shade to cool off that overheating head of yours, it doesn't stop the sweat from soaking through your clothes. You groan, fanning away the heat with the t-shirt you have on as you stare at the boxes filled with clothes and props laid down on the sandy beach.

"How many more sets do we have left?" you huffed, dreading the answer from your colleague.

She counts, "2...no, 3 more. The show's tomorrow night so that means we have less than 24 hours. To which, I am grateful that we can run this 3 more times because I can't get the steps right at the bridge."

"Yeah, that's what happens when you perform at a beachside with no official marking and constantly bumping into one another. Who's idea was it to perform at a beach?" you rolled your eyes which made your colleague turn into a giggle fit.

Travelling has been fun for you, especially when you're travelling with the people you love. It's always fun and memorable when you're hanging around with your crew and production team, mostly just causing harmless pranks and annoying your production manager with one of your little shenanigans. Almost every time, he would "threaten" to kick you out of the team, but secretly he loves to upkeep a little rascality to get you back too. And you also thought the same when he announced that the last show of the west coast tour would be performed outdoors, on a beach. On a fricking sandy beach.

The thought of that tugs your mind to an unpleasant corner of your mind, where all your curses and demons you've suppressed over the years are kept locked up in a cage with the key thrown away, but at this moment you might just wanna rip that gate open and let all hell break loose. Your eyes stare wide open as he makes eye contact with you. Especially you.

"You're kidding...right? Out in an open field, where we have no set-up, no stage light, no mics and speakers, oh did I also mention there's no stage? And no air conditioning?" you blink.

He looks around the beachfront and gestures. "The whole world's your oyster. Pick a spot and it'll happen." He took a step and stopped again. "Oh, I've spoken with the local drama theatre, they said they can lend us some stuff so you don't have to worry about that. They were awfully specific and emphasise the word 'lend' but in reality, it's renting so... please keep your hands to yourself this time."

Continuing his path, you are left stunned by his words and plans to finish off your tour with an ambitious finale. Your A-game is now thwarted and left in the dust, all your hard work that you've done for the past two and a half months has gone down the drain and all that's left now is just an empty shell. It's true that you remember the choreography and your lines off by heart, but this is not what you're used to. No markings, no backstage, no nothing out in this goddamn motherfuc-

A nudge on your arm brought you back to your sad reality as you emit another groan from your parted lips. "Hello? Earth to y/n? They're about to start the program again. C'mon, I need to nail this." She drags you by the arm to join the rest of the crew which made you groan even louder with annoyance.

The day slowly drifts to the late afternoon, even later on in the day the heat remains deadly for anyone spending time outdoor, even for a split second. You shift, twist and turn to the clapping of your manager's rhythm. Another turn and weaving through paired dancers as you do your final kick, the sand underneath your foot gave and landed with a face full of sand. Your shriek was muffled by the fine grains as the heat sears the top layer of your skin but not enough to burn you. Sitting up with a sigh, you gaze your anger into your colleague's eyes but all she responds was a face full of worry.

"Fuck this. I'm gonna go get drunk." You storm off, kicking the sand with every stomp you take.

"Wait, y/n! You're not serious are you?"

"Hm? What? I can't hear you, you're too far away!" You sarcastically yell which earned you two middle fingers from her.

Spending time practising on the beach has its pros and cons, mostly cons, but the upside is you found this quint bar situated so close by, almost like an oasis in the middle of the desert. The holy grail to your demonic production team.

Stepping into the rustic interior, you inhale the scent of barley and wheat that fills you with pure joy, plus an extra side of air conditioning to cool off your diminishing anger. A woman behind the bar greets you with a cocked eyebrow and you quickly wave her off before slipping onto the blue bar stool.

"Penny, my dear saviour, could I get a cold one from one of your oh-so-chilled taps? Please and thank you!" you flutter your eyes and smile from ear to ear. Penny laughs and returns a mischievous wink before turning away from you. "Cold one coming right up!"

You became familiar with the owner of The Hard Deck, Penny, from the first day you arrived when you were just getting acquainted with the surroundings for the next few weeks. Then it kind of became a problem for the cast and crew members when you would disappear off and reappear tipsy to rehearsal. But they let it slide because you were one of their best cast members and if anyone could pull anything off, it's you.

Your arms melt onto the cool surface of the oak wood tabletop and sigh with relief. Penny sets down your drink and you thank her before taking a sip. The chilled foam caresses your lip and the cool liquid hits the back of your throat as you take one gulp after another until you hit the bottom, earning a sweet 'ah' as you part with the glass and lick your upper lip.

"Is it really that good?" a raspy voice appeared next to you that almost made you jump out of your seat. You were so in trance with your beer that you didn't even notice that someone slipped into the space next to you.

He peeks at you just above his sunglasses, hanging on the tip of his nose. He sits tall, head full of brun curls pushed back, a barely there moustache that just sits above his lip, dressed in Hawaii shirts with odd patterns and a tank top underneath. What compels you isn't his fancy shirts, but his odd choice of fashion of jorts. You had to press your mouth shut to hold in the giggle that was leaning to escape.

"Well, you won't know until you've tried it!" you gesture your empty glass.

"Hey, I know you. You're one of those people that's performing around! Seen y'all a couple of times and, well... y'all sound pretty decent." he gave you a lopsided grin.

"Thank you, but uh...my production team says a few fake moustaches are missing and they would like that back." you jest, finger pointing in an outward direction.

"Wow, okay. Ouch, that was uncalled for." he chuckled, clenching his heart from the invisible damage that you caused.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. Lemme get you a drink to make it up to you," you ordered another round from Penny and begin making conversations with him. You've learned that his name is Bradley, but goes by the name Rooster but when you asked him to elaborate on the idea behind it, he stammers and shrugs, stating that it's just a callsign he uses in the navy.

"I'm a pilot, like my dad before me." his voice slowly trails off to a small whisper, averting his gaze into the distance.

"Well, your dad must be very proud of you."

"Yeah, he is. Well, I'd like to believe that he is. He, um," Rooster frowns and clears his throat, pushing his sunglasses further up his face before it finally clicks in your brain.

"Oh, I see... I'm sorry." you bit your lip to stop yourself from saying anything unnecessary but Rooster just shakes his head and mouth 'it's okay.

After a beat of silence, his head twists towards you with an intense look of mischief and asks, "Do you wanna do something fun?"

You cock your head to one side with confusion. "What are you proposing?"

He didn't answer. His finger reached the bridge of his nose and slid down his aviator sunglasses just enough to reveal his chestnut eyes paired with a smug grin plastered across his face. He rises and saunters around the bar and settles to a piano that you didn't even notice its existence but you follow him nevertheless. He twists his head side to side, cracking his knuckles and gradually he begins. The tickling of the ivory embarks with a simple arpeggio as he settles to find the right key. It didn't hit you until he started singing aloud to the lyrics of 'Jailhouse rock', hitting every high key and giving its own flair. 

"Oh, shit!" You felt your eyes go wide in awe and let out a burst of heartfelt laughter before joining him in his singing endeavour. Slowly but surely, the other patrons joined in as the singing grew louder and less melodic for some and Rooster threw his head back rocking along to his music while you danced along unwinding through to nightfall.

The big show day rolled around and thankfully drinking from dusk till dawn did not cause any side effects involving a hangover, but did cost you a great amount of sleep and possibly some anxiety. However, this being the last day of performance, you were starting to get a bit misty-eyed knowing that it'll soon be over.

When you reach the beachfront the stage has already been set up; a frame dressed in sheer fabrics of orange and red, a few dangling to create a layering effect, and string lights hang across like a constellation. Well, shit. You never thought they could pull this off but this really is something else.

As you step close to the stage, you've noticed that none of the crew is doing warm-ups, tech checks, heck, not even dress rehearsals. You found your manager with a sombre expression, biting on his nail.

"Alright, talk to me. What's going on?" your brows furrowed, waiting for whatever ball to drop in your court.

He sighs with a deepened look, "We got a live band working tonight, but...one of them had to drop out cuz they got sick so, we're still missing one instrument." He shakes his head. "This could still work but we might need to rearrange the composition a bit...which means y'all have to learn the music very fast and cue at the right timing with the new piece."

Foot tapping against the sand, trying to conjure up something but your mind's gone blank as a canvas. "Can't the theatre send someone else over to cover them?"

"No, that's the only guy they have available. The others are also on tour right now and they're the only pianist that's still in town."

"...what did you just say?" your foot stops tapping and your gaze bore into his.

"We're missing a pianist...?" he said with uncertainty.

You growl, hating the idea you just came up with, knowing it might just be the only good idea that could work. "I might just have the right person for the job..." you dart off running in the opposite direction, muttering under your breath, "I don't get paid enough to do this."

The door to The Hard Deck slams open, bringing everyone's attention to you, but you focus on scanning every corner of the room until you located him.

"You!" you yell with the last breath of air in your lungs

"Who, me?" Rooster sheepishly points to himself.

"Yeah, you! I need you." You slam your hands down at the table where he's currently seated, along with other unfamiliar faces, all dressed in khaki you've never seen before surrounding him.

The others look at him, then look back at you and finally land their gazes on him again. "Could you- could you rephrase that sentence cuz I think it's causing a bit of misunderstanding." His voice cracks a little, rubbing the corner of his moustache to distract himself from the heat rising in his cheeks.

You couldn't wait for another second as you grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him to his feet, his face just inches away from yours. You could smell the earthy scent mixed with a bit of sea breeze coming from him at this distance. "How fast can you learn a piece of music?" Your face darkened with seriousness.

"Uh, um, pretty fast I'd say." he shuffles his feet, but he could stand up straight being held captive by you.

"Good. Can you do me a favour and play for my show tonight? We are missing a pianist from the band and you might just be our silver lining."

"Yeah, sure. I'll do it!" he said, giving you his signature lopsided grin.

You beam, letting go of his shirt and giving his face a tight squeeze that made his lips pucker, but you dip down gifting him a gratified kiss on the cheek. "You're a lifesaver."

Without skipping a beat, you took off running out the swinging doors before tracking back and shouting, "Remember to bring the piano!" and darting off back to your crew bearing good news.

Rooster is left stunned on the spot, still processing what just happened and caressing his face where he had just been affectionately kissed, giggling to himself like a school girl with the reply a minute too late. "You're welcome."

He spins round and lips pressed together, forgetting that there are people around beside you and him, hard stares pierce into him as the group of aviators are left baffled by what just occurred.

"Roost..." Phoenix began, "Are we missing something? Is there something that we, as a team, should know about?"

His jaw drops, hoping to find an explanation but nothing could muster up a good reason for what just happened. "Mind your own business, Phoenix."

Dusk settled down with a slither of red sun ray peaking through the stage, making the sheer fabric glow with its own yellows and reds in exaggeration. You peek through the curtains to find a full house of people, this certainly means that you have to make the most of the finale, giving it your all, if not, your very best shot. You could feel it now, the anxiety sinking in, hands building up with sweat as you have to wipe away your thighs every couple of minutes. Your white chiffon dress is sticking to your arms, even the backless cut couldn't help with the ventilation. You look towards your colleague and her to you, extending out her hand as you take it and giving it a tight squeeze. Closing your eyes, breathing in the zephyr and then you let go. When you open your eyes again, the drumline begins. The curtain withdraws into a pleat as you face out into the crowd and pour your heart and soul into every part of your choreography down to every lyric of the songs.

Rooster kept an eye on you with your performance, while he fiddled with the keys, he would slip a glance or two your way, whether you can see it or not, he would at least let you know you're doing great. The you on stage is different; more fierce and confident, he knows you live and breathe for the stage, he can tell by every movement. The moment you've asked him to step in, no matter how hard the challenge was, he would say yes. He knew that he loved that you were quick and witty, that you always have a 'can do' attitude towards life but occasionally child-like when you wanted something. Looking at you now, he also learns that you glow like a star on stage, immersing yourself in doing what you love and giving it your all, that too he also learned to love. You're a person that never ceases to amaze him.

With the final curtain call, your cast and crew all bow with the crowd clapping and cheering for the extravagant performance. You can't help but shed a tear for this gratifying moment that you've worked hard towards. As you walk off stage, you catch Rooster clapping, waiting for your arrival backstage to congratulate you.

"You were...astounding. And I truly mean it." He smiles, eyes gentle and affectionate peering into you.

"No, you were astounding. I can't believe you pulled it off in such a short amount of time. Really, thank you." you mirror his expression, eyes glazed with a soft smile. He chuckles.

"You're quite welcome...but um, how are you going to make this up to me?" His tantalising question made you scoff as you rolled your eyes.

"Well, how about I take you out for dinner? As a thank you." you chuckled and raised your brow with the offer.

"Just as a thank you?" he cocked his head and made an attempt of a sad frown. You shook your head and retorted. "Don't push it, Bradshaw."

His laughter reverberates in your heart as his hand slips into your, intertwining with your fingers and said, "Alright, a dinner date it is then."

[sunookkii]

could I please request enemies to lovers with niki? thank you :*

a/n : yayy an excuse to write another riki ff 😼 i hope you enjoy ittt <3

Master list here,,, drop any ideas or requests in my mailbox!

VolleyBall 🏐

Pairing : Riki x Reader

Genre : Enemies to Lovers / Highschool AU

Requested : Yes

Warnings : little blood

**ringgggg

It’s third period now, which means it’s time for gym class. I hated going there for one I always get injured, if you didn’t know I lowkey suck at sports. But somehow I manage. The bigger reason why i hated gym class was because it was one of the classes that I have with my arch nemesis Nishimura Riki. Me and Niki don’t really get along… he’s one of the reasons why I get into trouble even if it’s not my fault. I guess you can say that we hate each other’s guts. He’s always hurting me and pushing me into lockers, how can you not hate him? What I simply don’t get is that Riki was so friendly towards everyone but me, why was that he only had a grudge on me, I just don’t get it. Stupid riki.

After putting on my gym clothes I head to class.

“Okay class today we’re going to play volleyball! 6 players max each team!”

I sighed in relief, its rare that our teacher lets us choose our teams…

Everyone got up and ran to our partners, I paired myself with Jungwon, Sunoo, and Karina. Everything was fine.. until suddenly Riki appears with his group making them our opposing team. Why does he allwayys have to follow me around. Can’t he just leave me alone for crying out loud, I thought in my head.

“Hey y/n lets have a good game!” he said annoyingly

The gym teacher blew the whistle which indicated to start the game.

We started off the game easy, nothing bad happened. It was fairly smooth since I got to take turns passing the ball, and surprisingly I didn’t get hit in the face. But then a few minutes into the game Riki passes the ball making it come towards me letting it land ontop of my face. Everyone gasped including the teacher. this is so embarring.. everyone’s eyes were on me- that was the last thing I wanted right now..

“RIKI NISHIMURAAAA! Go to the office and help y/n clean up.”

Tbh I rather go by myself but Niki was forced to come with me, what can I do now 😒.

“You should’ve been more careful”

“Me??? You were the one who slammed that fricking ball in my face”

“Well you should’ve paid attention”

I just rolled my eyes and kept quiet, i didn’t want to argue with him right now. We arrived to the office where we sat down outside the hallway on the bench, after getting a towel and ice to help my wound. I was about to do it myself until-

“Tch you’re doing it wrong give it to me” he said roughly grabbing the towel and ice. He started to pat my wound with the towel, and putting ice on it leaving our faces only a few inches away, why am i feeling like this is it normal?

He was too focused on clearing the blood from my wound that I guess he didnt notice how our faces were only millimetres apart. I stared into his eyes hoping he wouldnt notice, was he always this attractive?

"stop staring, take a picture it'll last longer." he smirked continuing to ice my cheek

"i- i wasnt staring don't flatter yourself." ugh was I really that noticeable….

"whatever, here do it yourself" he threw the towel at my face, making me hiss from the pain since he threw it directly at the wounded spot.

"oh. sorry." he said cupping my cheeks slowly leaning in…. wtf is he about to kiss me?

"SIKE you thought i was gonna kiss you right? pfft" i felt slightly embarrassed,, rubbing my cheek lowkey pouting. I felt someone get up from the bench and kiss my cheek before patting my head like a kid. “y’know you’re actually kind of cute” he said before walking away with his hands in his pockets.

D-did he just kiss my cheek and leave??????….. i stood there frozen still trying to figure out what just happened..

“Y-YAH COME BACK!”

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

[that-was-anticlimactic]

reki with tourette’s headcanons

[ID: it’s reki from sk8 the infinity wearing a yellow sweatshirt with his hands on his hips. he’s wearing a red bracelet on his right wrist and he’s smiling. behind him is a touette’s syndrome awareness flag. end ID.]

so. @zukkaclawthorne got me hooked on reki with ts and now imma post headcanons i wrote oops

okay so first—that little skateboard he plays with??? stim toy, actually.

he likes the sound the wheels make—that whirrrrrr sound. it makes his arms flappy :)

he also finds the rolling motion soothing and relaxing and it always calms him down—it takes his mind to a happy place

he rocks back and forth and shakes his legs a lot. that also contributed to why he was terrible at skateboarding the first few times he tried—because his body would be like “time to rock back and forth!” and it would mess him up

neck twitches for days :)

no but for real—neck twitching is one of his worst tics because sometimes—if he’s in a bad mood or if he’s sad or anxious—it gets harsh and violent and really strains his neck.

so, langa gives him neck / upper back neck massages to help with the pain

he went through this phase for a couple of months where whenever his neck would twitch, he would snap his fingers two times.

he has a lot of hand tics which can be stressful when he makes skateboards because sometimes he’ll be in the groove and then suddenly he’ll mess something up

speaking of messing things up, he has a tendency to dig the bottom of his palm into his forehead whenever he feels like he does something stupid—he doesn’t even realize it until someone points it out.

he feels like even more of a failure of a skater because of his tics because they can hold him back and make the course more dangerous.

if his blinking tic resurfaces, sometimes the blinking gets so intense that he literally cannot see for anywhere between five seconds and a minute depending on how bad it is. that is how he got some of his worst scars.

or sometimes he’ll make a really aggressive hand motion and it throws him off balance on the skateboard due to the intensity

anyways back to hand tics: he points a lot and does symbols like the “rock on” sign or certain numbers (for some reason, the most common number for reki to throw up is four—though sometimes he throws up whatever number he hears) he also grunts a lot as a tic so he sounds angry even when he is’t.

sometimes, his hand tics really hurt and his hands become shaky and his fingers start to feel the way his heart feels when he’s anxious. langa helps in different ways—he holds reki’s hand, he gives him something to fidget with to try to distract him (sometimes it’s his own fingers—he’ll just set them in reki’s palm and be like “let me carry some of the pain”—no, reki didn’t totally cry when he said that what)

sometimes, reki sticks pencils in his ears. his teachers have been trying to stop it since he was young, but he always did it anyways—he couldn’t help it.

his hair is also long enough for him to chew on. yes, he chews on the tips of his hair because i say so. sometimes, to stop him from doing that (and from swallowing his own hair), langa will try to make him laugh so it falls out of his mouth and then he’ll scoot close and tuck the hair behind reki’s ears… once they start dating, he kisses him too. but also that’s one reason why he wears the headband—to try to keep his hair out of his face so he doesn’t chew on it.

reki’s favorite form of stimming (other than his skateboard toy, that is) is stress balls. he’s got a couple of stress balls in his room or backpack—even one with string attached so he can carry it around his wrist. he just really likes the texture of them.

after his second race against adam, cherry and joe were so proud of him and also impressed and worried dads that they bought reki a big stress ball, like, the size of a stuffed animal. it was a blue cat. he uses it all the time.

speaking of fricking adam, we all know he would so use reki’s tics against him during a race. like, when he grabbed his wrist and “danced” with him, he would mock reki’s tics or say creepy things about how his verbal tics are music and his motor tics are him dancing along and it makes him so uncomfortable and like even more shaken

oh and adam purposely does things to trigger his tics, like when i mentioned that number tic??? yeah, adam will purposefully say numbers to make reki do the hand gestures

one time, reki wanted to tell langa that he loved him but got nervous so he signed it in sign language instead. but, since reki’s tics are occasionally hand gestures, langa thought that it was just a tic and mentally was like “i wish that was for me…” and reki is like “i wish he knew it was real…” and joe, cherry, shadow, and miya are all facepalming and groaning at their obliviousness

reki prefers taking hand written notes to electronic notes because he draws / doodles to stim and he can’t really doodle well on a laptop. so, he’ll doodle in class all of the time

sometimes, his pictures / notes turn out pretty bad / illegible depending on how bad his tics are, but that doesn’t phase reki. it used to when he was younger, but it doesn’t bother him at all anymore. in fact, he thinks it adds personality

during class, he’ll draw pictures for langa and slid them on his desk. they’re usually really random things like the teacher or the back of someone’s head or squiggly lines or whatever he sees outside. more often than not, it’s abstract art. langa loves these drawings and he keeps them all on his desk in his room.

reki also started drawing pictures for the rest of the sk8 crew and gives it to them during races. when he gave everyone their first doodle, he was like “i’m not the best artist ever and sometimes my tics mess up the doodle, but i thought of you while i drew it so i want you to have it”

(shadow didn’t shed a couple of unwilling dad tears when he got home that night what)

anyways, they all keep them. every single one. miya puts them in their school binder so they don’t feel as alone / isolated at school.

although shadow and miya give reki a lot of crap / teasing about not being as good as everyone else, the second they hear anyone comment about “the weird red head that makes noises” and comments on his ts in a negative way, oh, they will stop you.

sometimes, reki whispers words he hears under his breath as a tic (echolalia, baby~) and when he overhears people saying stuff about “that redhead that always follows snow around” or about him not being good enough or how he’s an idiot to face adam, he ends up muttering that too. and it’s not a one and done kind of thing—like. he does it for days. it makes him so upset (and i already hc him, with depression so it just makes it worse)

having tics while having injuries is not a good combination—especially if it’s with a broken arm. the crew made sure to keep an eye of reki’s comfort / pain level after adam broke his arm and literally tried to kill him in their final race. joe let reki squeeze his hand whenever he felt the urge to tic and cherry would ask him how much pain he was in after he ticced and depending on how bad it would be, would make joe or shadow fetch a heating pad or an icepack for reki.

joe also taught reki about the magical thing called physical therapy tape and helped him put it on his shoulders, neck, and back one time. it was his idea to use the tape on reki’s fingers when he was injured to make him feel better (because it literally makes my fingers feel better)

also langa kisses each of reki’s fingers and knuckles, slowly and tenderly, soft so he doesn’t hurt him or trigger a tic. a way of showing that he loves him not despite his tics, but even with his tics and that he loves him and his tics.

cherry isn’t always the best at showing he cares, so he’ll wear a ts ribbon sometimes in a way to show support (and it makes reki beam)

shadow once gave reki a flower shaped stress ball because there were “extra at work” (not true—he went looking for one)

miya didn’t really know much about ts at first and asked why reki made those noises and made weird movements all the time and langa explained so then that night when miya got home, they did research on ts so they could understand it better. later, they told reki that whenever they called him a slime, they meant it purely about skateboarding and it had nothing to do with his tics—even that his tics didn’t make him less of a skater

all his life, reki had been the different one: the one no one wanted on the team because sometimes his tics messed him up, the one who was asked to leave classes during tests because his tics were too distracting and made him take the test in the hall, when sometimes he’d get too overwhelmed by how close people were in the halls or at races and would have panic attacks, how he rocked in his chair and adjusted his position seventeen times an hour and sat on his feet while the other kids didn’t, how he shook his legs more aggressively than others, how he couldn’t skate as well as everyone else because of his tics and because he wasn’t good enough

which is probably part of the depression that weighs on his shoulders

the first time reki had a panic attack during a race due to closeness and overstimulating noises (and this is the first one after the sk8 crew happened) langa was racing and wasn’t there to help, so shadow kind of panicked and like picked him up under the armpits and carried him away from the crowd since reki could barely process anything other than panic and the sound and feeling of static and they sat in shadow’s car for the rest of the race and once he felt better, he gave shadow a huge hug and shadow returned it.

one time it happened and cherry was nearby and he saw the signs before it got bad (remembered from the previous time / his own experiences) and helped talk reki down before it got bad (he has a soothing voice)

usually, though, when / if it happens (because reki usually feels safe there), langa is the one who helps

but it got so much worse after skating against adam the first time because he no longer felt safe and suddenly everyone cheering adam’s name even after witnessing what he did to reki was too much but langa was racing adam so langa wasn’t there and this time it was joe who kneeled in front of him and started talking just loud enough for reki to hear and he was like “you’re safe—we won’t let anyone hurt you. we won’t let him hurt langa. you’re safe. i’m here and so is cherry and shadow and miya and langa will be waiting for you at the end of the race…”

it happens again at the next race he goes to—and this time it’s miya who notices and they tug on langa’s sleeve and is like “i think you need to take reki somewhere else” and langa does :)

okay i’ll end on a positive ts note or two—langa asks reki to add the ts ribbon to the design on his skateboard

shadow finds chewelry at the store one day when he’s shopping and buys it for reki (and gets a matching one for langa!)

once reki came back after his mental health break, the first thing joe said to him was, and this is nonnegotiable “reki! i missed you and your tics!”

miya once overheard reki muttering to himself about his annoying tics were, so they intervened and was like “your tics aren’t annoying. they’re you and anyone who think s they’re annoying is an idiot”

and for the first time in his life, reki doesn’t feel alone and isolated and so different from everyone (at least, he’s working on that last one) and he’s finally found a group of people who want him on their team and a boyfriend who always supports him and makes him feel less isolated, tics and all <3

i uhh I have a lot of feelings,,,

[chiwhorei]

boyfriend headcannons- k. kyoutani

synopsis: boyfriend headcannon with a sweet, soft g!n s/o.

rating: sfw- just some fluffy boyfriend kyotani vibes.

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: swearing

a/n: just some self-indulgent boyfriend mad dog content, i am unreasonably soft for this man. this has been going bing bong around in my head so i just had to let it out.

This boy is rough around the edges and it drives my FUCKING crazy😍. But let’s all imagine him with a really sweet, soft, s/o.

So everyone from VBC knows Mad Dog as a punked out demon, so they surely don’t expect a sweet, smol babie like you walking hand in hand with him

He always walks a little in front of you and holds your hand very protectively ugh😖

Your style is super soft . Pastel colors and baggie sweaters. Precious really. And Kyotani is always stunned by your sweet, pure beauty.

Whenever you say a curse word my man is literally so shocked, like “Did they srsly just say fuck instead of frick frack?”

Always grumbles when you drag him to go clothes shopping. Mf only has like 5 shirts he cycles through and 182732772 different cut offs made from like old high school t shirts to work out in

“What color do you like better?” You ask while holding up two shirts he SWEARS are the same fucking shirt.

“Is this bitch trying to prank me?”

“I like that one.” He points to the one in your right hand (even though he cannot tell the difference) and you smile happily and kiss his cheek.

Cue the blushing mess of a man who tried to act all hard awwwww

You steal one of his old ripped up band t-shirts and pair it with a soft baggie cardigan and someone is going to have to check my dude’s pulse.

hOW ARE YOU SO CUTE

You also help him dye his hair and honestly bless your soul. You two have very different aesthetics but you will still meticulously dye his hair with those two lines of brunette because you support your man’s emo dreams.

Okay. Listen. Mad Dog drives a stick and really likes classic cars. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

If he’s not playing volleyball he’s working on a beat up old Mustang. He’s like... changing the... transmission or the bumper... or something...

Whatever, he’s all hot and sweaty in a tank top that’s what we all care about anyway.

And there you are, leaning against the drivers side door and chattering about something that happened in one of your classes and he’s just nodding along, offering some grunts of acknowledgement while wiping some oil off of his hands.

And CAN WE JUST IMAGINE SITTING IN THE PASSENGERS SEAT while he’s driving. Watching his hands as he switches gears and his fingers thumping to the beat of whatever song is playing on the steering wheel oomph

One of his favorite things to do is to just drive around and listen to music.

Here he comes, banged up old car he completely rebuilt, with the hardest music blasting through the open windows, and there you are in the passengers seat going 🥰☺️💖

Everyone around: “Is that person being kidnapped?”

Takes you to car shows. This is one of the very few times Kyotani is super talkative, walking you around and explaining all the different ~car~ things

You don’t really know what he’s talking about but you love it when he geeks out a little.

You show up to his practice one day to bring him some snacks.

Everyone’s eyes snap over to the random person hugging the door frame of the gym entrance, with a gigantic smile and pure, curious eyes.

Literally everyone on the team is disintegrating when Kyotani walks up to you and starts talking to you? Like? A? Normal? Conversation?

And then he starts tugging on the end of you sweater, playing with the hem bc it comforts him 😢

You lean in and rub your hand over his bleached hair, scratching your nails on the back of his neck

“Mad Dog-Chan, you look like a little puppy!”

Ope Oikawa you have a death wish

“Aww, Taro you are MY little puppy!” You say and hug his arm to your chest, rubbing your cheek on his fucking BEEFY bicep.

Everyone in the gym is waiting for him to BLOW

But he just- blushes and buries his head into your neck, mumbling something about how embarrassing you are but giving no indication that he’s actually upset

Now the whole team uses you as a lithium pill

“That’s not very nice puppy-Chan, what would y/n think?”

Absolutely hates it when Oikawa talks about you like he knows ANYTHING, he gets a little frustrated when people assume things about your relationship.

Don’t worry, Iwa spikes a ball right into Oikawa’s head so your boyfriend just glares and moves on.

His scowl never really leaves his features, but you bring out the tiniest soft look in his eyes.

You’re at every game. Sporting his jersey and cheering like a maniac

After a win, you rush down and jump onto his back. He knows you’re going to and he catches you every time like it’s nothing.

He’s just standing around with everyone and feels you approaching and hooks his hands under your knees and continues whatever he was doing as your kissing his cheeks and praising him.

Will have a whole conversation with Iwa or something with you hanging on him like a koala

After a loss, you know he doesn’t want to talk so you wait for him to change and clean up and he drives out to a quiet parking lot or the overlook on top of a hill (that sounds like a kidnapping I’m sorry)

But you just sit on the hood of the car and hold his hand, rubbing small circles with your thumb. You stay quiet and give him time to decompress.

You’re both staring up at the night sky, when a shooting star passes and you squeal and point up to make sure he saw.

Even in the dark he can see your huge, sweet smile and sparkling eyes. 

He loves how the smallest things excite you, he loves how you always look on the bright side, he loves how you make him want to be a better person.

He loves you.

You snap your head to face him with complete adoration in your eyes.

He didn’t mean to passively whisper it into the night air after a frustrating loss, it honestly just slipped out.

His worries that he didn’t make his declaration special enough were quickly quelled when you scoot over and put your head perfectly into the juncture of his collar bone.

“Taro, I love you too. So much.” You lean up and speak softly right over his lips.

You’ve kissed him a million times before.

But every time, just before your lips meet and you take the cutest little anticipatory inhale and glance down at his mouth and back up to his eyes, he feels just as nervous as the first time.

[gingerthesimp]

Heartless monster

Nate Jacobs x Reader

Warnings: kinda toxic relationship, slight cursing, mention of rape, drug use, violence and some smut at the end

Summary: Nate and y/n have been dating for a few months. She´s the complete opposite of every other girl her boyfriend has dated before. And when she wants to make it public he doesn’t approve, so she decides to make him jealous. Seems like her plan worked...  

Nate <3: im a mckays right now. i will pick u up a bit later.

“Fucking idiot!”, I muttered under my breath after taking a hit from my mango flavored puff bar. A million thoughts coursed through my head, “Is he really at McKay’s? What does later mean? IS HE TALKING TO OTHER GIRLS?” This is the real me. Insecure, nervous and possessive. I’m not the cocky bitch everyone sees in me.

 I tried to call Nate a few times but of course he had other things to do. After lying on my bed and waiting for him to call for another 20 minutes I decided to get up and go to Fez’ shop since he is one of my best friends. I was sure at least he would be happy to see me. 

 “Mom? I’m meeting a friend of mine. See you later.”, I shouted after putting on my shoes. My mother was currently in a little midlife crisis and didn’t want to communicate with anyone and I respect that. 

 The walk to Fezco’s shop didn’t take long and I honestly really enjoy walking in the dark, even if I was risking getting raped or even worse. 

 “y/n! What are you doing here?”, Fez exclaimed after I opened the door to the little gas station and before coming up to hug me. “Oh you know Fezzie, I was bored again.”

 Fezzie. He absolutely despises that name but still lets me call him like that. 

”Well, feel free to stay here if you want then.“, he invited me. We then shared a little blunt and talked about random shit like always. After what seemed like an hour or so we saw a white truck pulling up in the driveway.

 “Wait....that’s Nate‘s car!“, I remembered. He picks me up sometimes with it so of course I would remember. But I didn’t say anything.

Instead one of the maybe dumbest but also greatest ideas came into my mind. I started kissing Fez on the neck. "Please, just make out with me. I know it`s weird but I need your help right now.“, I pleaded. The ginger haired boy looked like he wanted to say something but then decided to just play along. Fezco put his arms around my waist and started shoving his tongue inside my mouth. 

Suddenly I heard the door open. “Y/N WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” , Nate Jacobs shouted while looking likes he’s about to explode. His jaw clenched and his fists balled. Me and Fezco stopped kissing and I turned to Nate, smiling innocently, “Why are you so furious? It’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything, right?” “Oh y/n, you are going to regret this very soon!”, he stated angry. And now Fez decided to speak up, “Calm down man, it’s not like she owes you anything.” “Don’t tell me what to do! Nobody asked for your opinion anyways.”, Nate exclaimed before punching my friend right in the face.

 I decided to step in before it could get worse, “NATE STOP! IT WAS MY FAULT! HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING!” Nate chuckled a bit before answering: “Well sweetheart, looks like you should`ve thought about that before practically fucking him in front of me.” Now I got really mad. FUCK HIM? We weren`t even close to doing that. Just as he wanted to hit Fezco another time I grabbed his arm. “Please stop hurting him. Do it for me, if you really love me.” Seems like my words made him realize he’s doing a mistake so he left Fez alone. Instead Nate grabbed my wrist harshly and I could only shout a quick, “I’m so sorry, I will explain later” to Fezco before getting dragged out of the shop.

 “Why did you make such a scene?”, I asked irritated. Nate just huffed clearly annoyed and didn’t speak to me until we reached his truck. “Get in.“, he ordered while opening the door for me.

 After a while he finally spoke up, “Why?“. “I don’t want to hide anymore, Nate. Why can’t you just tell the truth? Tell everyone that we´re in love?” I asked on the verge of tears and looking at my boyfriend for the first time today. “I do love you, y/n. I really love you. But I just can`t. We’re very different, you’re not like the other girls I’ve dated before.” “You can`t? Or are you just a fucking pussy? Scared of what daddy´s gonna think of you when it turns out you´re dating an outcast? Fuck you, Nate. I don`t need you anymore. You´re a stupid little spoiled boy who knows nothing about life.”, I screamed and when I tried to slap him he pinned my arms above my head with one hand and started choking me with his other one. “If I was you I would be careful with my words. I invented you. Nobody knew your name before me, so don´t be a ungrateful whore.”, my boyfriend whispered in my ear and just as I couldn´t breathe anymore he pulled his hands away.

 I pushed the passenger door open and exited the vehicle. “You´re a heartless monster, Jacobs!”, I cried with tears streaming down my face.

Then I ran home. 

-time skip 30 minutes-

I was scrolling through Twitter when I suddenly got a facetime call from Kat. I´m pretty close with her but she doesn´t know I´m dating Nate. 

When I accepted it I saw that she was filming my boyfriend, they were at McKay´s party and he was standing in the middle of the livingroom, talking about me. “I wanted to tell you all that me and y/n are dating.”, he shouted and clearly everyone in the room was as shocked as me when I heard what he said. “And we´re truly in love. y/n is an amazing girl and none of us actually deserve her. So if you can´t accept the fact that we are happy together you better shut up!, and with that Nate exited the room. 

Kat flipped the camera and looked more then surprised, “What the actual frick y/n? When did you plan on telling me that?”

I explained everything to her as fast as I could and then got up and ran to McKay´s house.

I felt the need to apologize to Nate for everything I did tonight. I was a real cunt.

-time skip 3 minutes-

When I got there I just saw him getting into his truck, “Nate wait!” He turned around and looked at me surprised, but I could see the little smirk that formed in the corner of his mouth. 

When I got to him I kissed my lover hard on the lips and he kissed me back. It was a long, passionate kiss. “I´ve been waiting to do that the whole day.”, he admitted and we got in his car. 

On the way to my house Nate put his hand on my thigh as always. But suddenly I felt it moving closer and closer to my clothed core and a moan escaped my lips. “You like that?”, he asked, giving me a playful wink. I could only nod when he put his large hand under my miniskirt and pulled down my red lace panties. 

When he stuck one of his calloused fingers in my tight hole and started rubbing my clit with the other ones I reached for Nate´s soft brown hair and gripped it as hard as I could. He quickly parked on the nearest free space and let`s just say it was a very long night.

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omg guys! that`s the first fanfic i`ve ever written. i know it´s not the best but i still hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! anyways, feel free to send me requests on what i should write next. :)

-nicole

[somegirlontheinternet135]

I was literally laying in bed till this ship just shiz out of my brain, thought about it a little more and I was just like "omfg- ima genius, I'm truly a genius!"

Back to the point, a few hours ago, I came up with this fnaf ship idea and possible AU, which now became my new favorite ship in the fandom. No one introduction I wanna talk about:

Sun/Moondrop x Ballora☆

Wait hear me out-

So imagine Sunny and Moondrop right, taking care of the toddlers. As you expect, it's not an easy job, Sun feels stressed with 24/7 care of the kids and Moon is just tired of everything. Fazbear Entertainment notice this and figure, why not give them company? so a bunch robotic engineers band together to build these two a friend. Rather then fresh however, they decide to rebuild an old animatronics of the franchise, Ballora. Without Afton's programming, she'd be amazing caretaker;

☆ Her music box tunes and lullabies can put children to sleep

☆ She has very motherly and caring personality

☆ Her sorta "super hearing" ability allows her to be aware of her surroundings

☆ She's a fricking ballerina

☆ Add a few bonus abilities and she'd not only help Sun and Moon at the daycare, but have her own place as well

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And so with said bonus abilities, Ballora was rebuilt; both abilities being able speak and understand French and play piano. She gets her own area outside the daycare called "Ballora's Ballet Studio", which's just a larger version of her original studio back in sister location. In there, she performs her ballet to the kids, teaches them how to do ballet and play piano

Since they're still technically separate beings, Sun and Moon both meet Ballora separately, however when they saw her, it was love at first sight; here's how that went

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Sun

He heard commotion outside the daycare, got curious, and with much convincing by the younger residents, decides to check it out. When he saw her gracefully dancing on that stage, his gears skipped a beat and his eyes lit up. After the show, a staff member introduces the two, Sun's stomach fills with butterflies. All the while, Moon remained oblivious to what was going on; he managed learn little about Ballora, from her name to her motherly voice, and took no interest. Once they return to daycare, Sun lovingly babbles on about Ballora during the play hours, while Moon tries to snap him out of it. Moon wanted nothing to do with the new animatronic, but those views would change in a few moments

Moon

Hanging from a string, Moon does a swoop through the daycare during naptime, making sure all it residents were asleep. As he returned to his post, he hears a faint noise. It was the peaceful song of a music box, along side a woman singing beautifully, all noises coming from outside the daycare. Moon showed much annoyance to this sudden disruption, naptimes were quiet times after all. As for Sun, he was in awe and babbles on about her grace, beauty, and now her singing abilities. This of course annoys Moon even more and heads outside the daycare to confront Ballora. He entered the studio and there she was, practicing her many twirls. Moon was indeed stunned by her appearance, reactions simpliar to Sun's when they met, so much so he nearly forgot what he came for. He however quickly snaps out of it and began confronting Ballora on the noise. Sun remains smug all the while, enjoying who Moon fell into the trap; the same had he. Returning to the daycare, Moon curls into a ball and hide in embarrassment, while Sun teases with a smug tone in his voice

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Their ship dynamic, is basically Jessica and Roger Rabbit

We have a hot milf and a gremlin, better yet two gremlins

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now here headcanons I came up with, feel free make up your own

☆ Ballora was really surprised and intrigued when she found out Sun and Moon shared a body. She ended asking the two alot of questions

☆ I know both Sun and Moon is canonically 10ft, but a part of me wants Ballora to be 12ft so she carry them around

☆ Sun likes Ballora touches his little "points"

☆ He'll never imitate it, but Moon secretly loves being carried by Ballora

☆ Whenever Ballora gives affection or smooches Sun or Moon, they melt instantly. There'd be multiple smooches

☆ Ballora wears pink lipstick, so kiss markes would always be left on their face plate

☆ Sun would visit Ballora in her studio while she preformed and attempt to copy her, which always ends with Moon laughing his butt off and Ballora having few giggles

☆ Moon takes intrest in Ballora's piano skills, and has her teach him, he shows her the songs he learned by play a mini piano in the daycare

☆ Whenever Sun's dealing with an untitled parent, she always comes to his defense, always

☆ Just because Ballora's been rebuilt, doesn't mean she still doesn't have old programming. Like Moon, she doesn't like when children misbehave during naptime, and so she does her "spider crawl" and climbs on the walls to scare them

☆ And everytime she does it, Moon feels like he's falling for her all over again, just looking at her with heart eyes "what a woman~". She never did in front of Sun though, if she did I feel like he'd won't know how to feel, scared or inlove

☆ Sun doesn't like when Ballora helps him in the daycare cause he feels the job is way too stressful for her. And whenever something bad happens to her, let's say a kid gets finger paint on her tutu, he gets super embarrassed and apologetic towards her after time. Moon on the other hand, really appreciates the extra help during nap time, especially her music box installment

☆ Speaking of the kids, they refer to Ballora as Ms. Ballora as a commend from Sun

☆ Ballora teaches both Sun and Moon french. Sun's still learning or aleast trying to learn but Moon learned quickly

☆ Sun makes drawings or art pieces and gives it to Ballora as gifts

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And that's all I got, eat up everybody!

*causally feeds the fan artists and fanfic writers*

[tulipsnflowers]

Okay, guys, you want me to go on about the most pointless things?

Let's go on about Byeol (and a bit about Fane, I suppose), because I am going insane

Alright everyone, for those unaware, this is Byeol:

This is a tyrant in Nexomon: Extinction, his name is Byeol. The problem about this, however.

He isn't a story tyrant, and this... Makes me very interested in him.

Amelie calls Tyrants super powerful Nexomon, but here's the thing. According to Coco, Jin blocked off the entrance to Fenrir's tomb so that no more Tyrants may be hatched

Lydia also says to go bother Nadine because of the egg, and keep in mind, the grass Tyrant is Tikala. A warden. Probably because Deena didn't necessarily want to add fuel to the fire

So then we are already established that Tyrants are probably always hatched.

... So then what of Fane and especially Byeol?

(And there's no Psychic Tyrants because... Solus would be too lil to bonk an egg, and nobody would ask a random kid to do so.)

Well, let's go with the easier one, in which I ask yet again, what's up with the Ghost type? I've wanted to throw hands about it for a long time.

(Ulzar says that the reason Nexomon are, well, a thing is because of the Children of Omnicron. So it makes sense, right? 7 children, 7 elements)

Psychic is a bit trickier because of the fact Mystogen exists. And if we're going of the fact Solus made the psychic type...

Putting a pin in that, rant for another day.

So... What of Ghost?

Well. That's not the point of the post and that's my motivation for writing Doubts.

But! Moving on, Fane. Well, with the assumption they come from eggs, well frick. There's no ghost primordial.

... Which is why I can't speak much of it. We can surely just blame Hilda

... Do you know who we have more of?

Byeol.

Well. Let's see then.

Byeol is a normal type in Palmaya, first and foremost.... We are back to James everyone, anyone who's talked to me isn't surprised

Hi new people, James is how we call the Nexolord on this side of the fandom, moving on.

Assuming that James isn't dead and we take into account this from Nadine:

Well, who am I to argue with Nadine? (Granted, she could mean Grunda or Deena , but.)

.. So, in today's rant. Byeol and Metta, woooo.

First of all, he is in Palmaya(and later around the Orphanage as of the Abyssals but we can put a pin in that because, Abyssals) , which, is definitely not the frozen tundra

But, Merida is in the frozen Tundra, and Atlanta's Tyrant is frosty enough to argue Merida bonked the egg there.

.. So then, Palmaya's free, ey?

Well. That's interesting, further on, I am going to need to grab Metta for a moment

Hello bowling ball, I still think you should be an Armodillo.

Moving on, see this man? Until his siblings he is, unfortunately, not an animal

My only logic conclusion, looking at this man(if we don't take my other James theory into account), is that he's supposed to be a kind of biblically accurate angel, just, ribbons not wings (Thanks for the association Azzie, your hands are red too)

... HMMMM who ELSE has wings and is a normal type...

... WELL THEN.

Additionally, I must point out, Metta has 7 ribbons. If we count the bottom pointy Byeol has he has 8.

... Well, it just happens an additional type is added this time, to bump it from 7 to 8(we already went over why I think Ghost might not count)

.. So then.

And. Well, let's look at it this way. Nivalis and Arqua, they don't look the same. Fona and Mulcimer, er. The closest we have is Ventra and Eurus.

... And, well, Solus and Nara, but surely not

... Byeol could've been a kangaroo or something, but instead-

They're both inanimate object things I can't make sense of. I know Ross said that he was just inspired to make a star thing, but-

... Hm.

What am I trying to say? Nothing really. At the end of the day these are coincidences, likely

Like, n3 protag and James both have a blue hair strand, but that doesn't mean they're like, immediately necessary related kind of thing

... Just makes you think.

(Also, this stated when I made a joking like toddler Byeol human version, and I saw the white hair and went like "...wait")

[diofasolia]

{Always}

{Shattered! Dream x Reader}

Shattered! Dream by @shattereddreamsau

Writings by me

Today (8/7) is Shattered! Dream's birthday and I decided to post a writing I did last year—which is also the reason why I eventually join in the tumblr

Because back when I wrote this story, I found Dark Cream comic, which made by amazing @zu-is-here

Her creations give me the inspiration for the writing

The story is long (it has like 2000 words in it) and may be a bit cheesy, but I'll be happy to know if you read the whole thing (◡ ω ◡)

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Before the story start, I want to ask you a question.

   Do you believe that the worst person can change?

   Oh! How awkward, sorry, I ask the wrong question.

   What I meant to ask is—

   Do you believe that the best person, the kindest person in the world can change?

   Maybe…all it needs is a tiny push?

   The harsh whipping hits in my abdomen again. I kneel on the ground, thinking how deep the scar might be from that blow.

   "What're you doing!? Look at your king when I'm talking to you! Such a piece of useless trash!!"

   "I apologized, My Lord."

   Raising my bruised neck, I gaze at the former guardian of positivity. Those eyes that used to hold the tenderness, now only fill up with hatred.

   "Where're those fricking basters!? I told you to track down my brother and other Sanses!"

   "I'm sorry, My Lord. They escaped. I can't find where their location is–"

   Not even waiting for my sentence finished, another powerful punch land on my face. I watch as a tooth fall out of my mouth. Blood dripping down my chin.

   "Worthless! Can't even do a little task like that!"

   Multiple kicks and insults throw at me. The numb feeling slowly occurs in my torso as I curling up into a ball.

   Closing my eyes, the memories from the past arises in my mind, bringing me back to the day that I seal my fate.

   "Dream? Earth to Dream!"

   "(Y/N)? What's wrong, love?"

   "What's wrong? I've called your name for five times! But you didn't answer to me."

   Dream scratches the back of his skull, looking a bit embarrassed.

   "Is that so? I'm sorry, (Y/N)! It won't happen again, I swear!"

   I cuddle Dream close, letting out a giggle.

   "It's fine! I don't really mind it. But Dream, you tend to space out recently. Is there something on your mind? You can tell me everything, you know that, right?"

   Giving me a kiss on the cheek, Dream smiles gently. He assures me that there's nothing to worry about. It’s just the task of guardian makes him a little exhausted.

   "Well, if that's the case, go on and get some rest! I will inform you if something was up."

   "Okay! Thanks, (Y/N), I'm glad I have you by my side."

   "Me too, my dreams and hopes."

   It's been quiet in Dream's room. He must be very tired. I knock on his bedroom door, telling him to wake up.

   "Dream, I know you're tired. But you still need to eat."

   "Dream? Are you awake yet?"

   There's no answer.

   Guess I’ll have to get into his room.

   Yet no one is there, only an opening portal hanging in the air.

   A portal leads to Dream's corrupted universe.

   "I'll show you, brother. I know what you're feeling…I know what you're going through…"

   "No! Dream, stop!! You don't know what you're doing!!"

    Two vague voices shouting in the distance. I begin to run like my life is in danger.

    What the heck is going on here?

    What is this dreadful feeling?!

   I'm too slow.

    The half bitten black apple lay on the ground. I watch in horror as the small tendrils creeping out Dream's eye sockets. His painful screech rings in my ears.

   "Dream!!!"

    I reach out to him, hoping that I can comfort Dream in my arms. The positive energy…they gotta do something, right?

   "What…? Nightmare! Let go of me!! I need to…to get Dream!!"

   "No! You can't get near him now, (Y/N)! You'll…you'll get hurt!"

    I thrash in Nightmare's hold, screaming at the top of my lungs.

   "Dream!! No! Dream!!!"

   "What's wrong, love?"

   My teary eyes stare up, it's…Dream's voice.

   But it sends an unknown coldness down my spine.

   "Ahh, you're crying! Good, keep doing that."

   A sadistic grin spreads on Dream's face.

   "I love it."

   Nightmare is already sobbing, begging for his beloved brother to come back. I walk step by step to Dream, putting on the best smile I can muster.

   "My love…Dream…please, come back to me…! I love you. I know you're strong enough to resist those negative feelings…"

   Dream cackles loudly. The tentacles wrap tightly around my neck, pulling me closer to him.

   "Go back? To my weak self? (Y/N), when did you become stupid? Why would I do that?"

   "I've already past the point of no return."

   A bucket of freezing water splashes on me. I must have passed out during the abusing session.

   "Wake up."

   "Get clean up, we're leaving."

   I pick up my sore body, stumbling across the lonely hall that me and Dream live in. There's no one here except the two of us.

   "Make a choice, (Y/N). Will you join me? Or will you prefer to disobey me like my coward brother?"

   "I'll go with you."

   I want to weep, yet I can’t even shed a single tear. I shouldn't be upset. After all, it's me who decided to follow my corrupted lover.

   Filling up the bathtub, I submerge myself in the steamy water.

   "Why, (Y/N)!? Why are you side with him!? Open your eyes! Dream doesn't love you anymore. He's just using you!"

    "It doesn't matter, Nightmare."

   "Great job, (Y/N)! You make this AU full of despair and miseries! I always know you're my favorite soldier!"

   "It's my pleasure to serve you, my lord."

   I scrub my blood-stained skin, the wounds sting because of the soapy water. Some of the old gash reopened, making me yell in frustration.

   "We can save Dream! Don't lose any hope, (Y/N)!"

   "How? There are barely things we can do. It's over, Nightmare. Look at yourself! You transfer back because Dream shattered! How are you gonna turn him back? By let someone else eats a black apple again?!"

   The white dirty bandages wrap around my mess up torso. Why am I even bother treating my injures? They sure are going to reopen soon anyway.

   "No matter what you say to me, I won't change the path I've chosen, Nightmare."

   "I've already gone far enough."

   "I don't understand…he's hurting you, (Y/N). Are you still…in love with my brother?"

   I hate it so much.

   The smell won't disappear no matter how many times I wash it over and over.

   I hate it.

   My hair smells like those disgusting goop on Dream.

   Why can't I get rid of this sickening stink!?!

   Throwing the bottles at random direction, I tug my hair till I scream out.

   "What's with all that noises in there!? You better finish your business soon, I'm losing my patience!"

   I hate it.

   "I deeply apologize for making you wait for such a long time, my lord."

   I wish I can understand your pain sooner.

   "Whatever, time to leave."

   I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

   "My lord, where are we going, may I ask?"

   Dream's left eye glows in excitement.

   "I find out where those sneaky scums are hiding."

   With a wave of hand, Dream opens the portal leads to an unknown empty place.

   No one is left out.

   Nightmare, Ink, Blue, everyone's here.

   "And I'm going to give them a pleasant encounter."

   But today is a little different.

   Then all hell breaks out.

   Nightmare's starting to transform. The dark gooey substance covering up his body gradually.

   The same routine as usual. Nightmare pleads Dream to stop his actions while the former guardian of positivity just laugh it off, a bit talks here and there.

   "Miss me, dear brother?"

    The crazy laughter of Dream rings in the air.

   "Yes! Finally, things are getting interesting!"

   While Dream focusing on battling with Nightmare, I have to handle the two other skeletons.

   "I know deep down you don't want to fight us, (Y/N)! Let's just drop our weapons, okay?"

   Ink creates a bunch of arrows, ready to launch them at Dream. I block his charge immediately, slashing Ink's arm with my sword.

   My silence is always my only answer.

   "No one's going to get near Dream."

   I continue to attack Blue. We've already been through this conversation many times.

   "How…how's this possible?!"

   Dream can only defense himself from Nightmare as the latter one keeps on firing attacks. It looks like Nightmare gets more advantage of the battle.

   "Seems like you can't control your tentacles very well yet, little bro."

    Nightmare mocks, resulting Dream to lose his temper. He strikes at Nightmare blindly, only to receive a powerful blow in the guts.

   "Dream!!"

   I rush to Dream, who’s looking more exhausted than usual. From the way how he’s panting heavily, I know he's already losing too much strength to fight.

   "Get away from me! I don't need your help!!"

   The attack is sloppy but I didn't dodge it. Dream can beat me all he wants after I get him to safety.

   Even if it means I can possibly die.

   "My lord, I apologize, but we have to move to another universe again."

   Dream growls at me.

   "It's you who are dragging me down!!"

   They're still following us.

   I'm whacking to the ground in a flash. A heavy boot stamps on my ribs harshly.

   The nasty cracking sound and my piercing shirek fills in the air.

   "You're no longer useful to me."

    I watch as Dream disappears in a portal. He doesn't even spare a glance at me. Leaving me bleeding and slowly dying on the ground.

   "I've told you."

    Nightmare's lurking shadow towers above me.

   "Oh no, Ink! We must save (Y/N)! She's…!"

     Ink put a hand on Blue's shoulder, shaking his head solemnly.

   "We can't, Blue. Remember, our priority is to capture Dream."

   "Please, Night…"

     I find myself pleading to Nightmare.

   "Don't…kill Dream…"

   "You and I both know that's an empty promise, (Y/N)."

   Three skeletons begins to move towards the portal that opens by Ink. Before they leave, Nightmare whispers in a quiet voice but loud enough for me to catch.

   "…he's in Dreamtale."

   How much will you sacrifice for protecting your fallen love?

   "You really are dumb. You know that?"

   "Or you're just enjoy me breaking you apart bit by bit?"

   "Don't you scare of your own nightmares?"

   "I deserve it."

   "I'm already living with it."

   "You will always be my fading dreams."

   "It's my own redemption."

   "Surrender now, Dream. Then we can put an end to this whole mess."

   My time is running out.

    "Heh, I thought you know me well, dear brother. You should get the answer by yourself now."

   "…goodbye, my poor little brother.

   I pray to you, God. Let me see him one last time.

   I can't save him the last time.

    It's always a miracle how accurate the portal can lead to.

   "(Y…Y/N)?"

   This time, I'm going to save Dream.

   There's no pain anymore.

   "…at least…you……say my…name……one…last……time…"

   Crimson blood drips down my penetrated torso. I think I see Dream's crying. But that might be just my own tears.

   Forgive me, Dream.

   My collapsing body falls forward, landing on the soft grass surface before me.

(3rd pov)

   "Nightmare, I need your assistance."

   "I thought we're enemies now."

    "There's a method I want to try. It might succeed to bring Dream back."

   "Well, I'm here to listen."

   "She's just a tool."

   "Nothing else."

    "Because I know him well. The extreme emotion is the only possible way to get things right again."

   Dream mutters to himself like a broken recorder. Staring the wrecking body of yours, his non-existent heart begins to hurt.

    "I refuse! That's too dangerous! You surely will be dead in this terrible plan! Besides, how can you so sure he'll behave like you predict!?"

    "It's worth it. I'm doing this for the whole alternate universes, and him."

    "But…you…"

    "Wake up! I demand you to wake up now! (Y/N)!!"

    "It's not…worth for your own life."

    "Don't pity me. Pity for the one who can't help himself in his own nightmare."

    "Wake up."

   "Don't leave me…alone, (Y/N)…please…my love…"

   Ahh, it must be the time when he transfers into this horrible creature.

   Nightmare, who’s now in his uncorrupted form, widening his eyes.

   "…congratulations, (Y/N). Your suicidal plan…works."

   Dream doesn't recall when’s the last time he breaks down.

    No one dare to speak a word, except Dream drowning in his own pitiful cries.

     "Always."

     "I don't understand…he's hurting you, (Y/N). Are you still…in love with my brother?"

   You look at Nightmare with a smile, replying to him like it's the only correct answer in your mind.

[kaylathekittykat225]

Carnival Ride of Horror // Steve Harrington x Reader

Carnival of Horror // SH

Warning/s: Cursing, laughing at inappropriate times, (very minimal) mentions/implications of abuse/stalking (just wanna warn, its super small but just in case!)

Word Count: 3.5k

Hey guys! It’s been a bit since I’ve written, lemme tell you, life has been kinda crappy and its just a little less crappy now! So I decided to start pecking at the keyboard again and this is what came of it! This lovely person requsted this work and I just got around to starting to really write because I had a free week. Anywhoodles, it’s good to write something again and I hope yall enjoy it!

Again thank you for this idea @seraphiiii

omg i came across your post about writing ideas in my feed and got so excited to see both steve harrington and young justice in the tags lmao. but i think a steve harrington x reader where reader and him go to an amusement park and reader is terrified of the rides so he’s like comforting her throughout them and encouraging her but also laughing (in a good natured way obvi) about how scared she is and stuff? i think that would be so cute!!

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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“Stevie, when we agreed to have a date night away from the kids, I didn't think we would be going into a mass of more kids.” As he pulled the keys out, you stared at the bright light shining machinery that had been set in the middle of a field outside the city. The annual summer fair had finally made its way to Hawkins, and it had left a buzz in the air as everyone planned when they would go, talked about what rides had come this year, who their ride buddy would be; it had been all the kids had been talking about for weeks. They put a day together the coming weekend to go as a group and they planned to drag Steve and you along on the off chance that they needed an “adult” to allow them on the rides.

Funny how they assumed either Steve or you knew how to adult.

“Cause I thought it would be a nice change from us just watching movies or having dinner.”

“Oh, so dino nuggets are no longer date-worthy for you.” Steve almost took you seriously, but he saw the grin that has graced your lips at your own comment. He relaxed a little knowing that you weren’t upset with his idea for date night, but he had always wanted to kiss someone at the top of a Ferris Wheel, and he would do anything to get you to the top of the rotating ride.

“So, you’re not mad that I chose here for tonight?” You shook your head and pulled at the door handle separating the two of you from the outside life.

“Of course not Stevie, I just thought it was an interesting choice.” The smile you chose to have was one that hopefully convinced him that you were okay with where the pair of you were going, even if you weren’t happy with the choice.

You can be happy with the idea of going to a carnival as long as you don’t go on-”Cool, so what ride do you want to do first?”

“Shit.” The world slipped out before you could stop yourself as Steve finished paying for your tickets and asked what you had said. “Nothing just kicked myself. Um…” You looked around frantically for something to do that wasn’t flashing brightly and spinning faster than the legal highway speed. “Let’s go over there!”

Steve followed your hand as he saw you point towards the stands of games that were rigged and way too fricking expensive, but he would do it for you. “Alright, starting out with some games I see, I like it.”

The two of you ran through a few of the games, most of them where Steve got way too into it and you had to step between them as he tried screaming that he deserved that stuffed bear/pony/cat/fish, because he almost had it every single time. He did beat out the basketball one, one of the last ones the two of you did on that strip, bolstering his confidence just enough to get him into a cheery enough mood.

“Alright! We played some games, and let the crazies test out the rides so I’m pretty sure they won’t break down on us. Which one should we do first? They got a drop tower, or how about the pit viper swings? Or, or, or how about we…” The night had been going enjoyable up until Steve turned to the rides you had managed to distract him from and pointed at the glowing and fast-moving monsters.

“How about we do the haunted walk over there?” Steve followed your pointing finger with a quizzical look, he hadn’t really taken note of the scary attraction before, never thought to really look to it with everything else going on. “I bet it won’t even be scary to us after everything we’ve been through right ha.”

You took off with a dry laugh without waiting for a response from him; his cries were head behind you, but the haunted house looked better than anything else around you. “Y/N.” He called you again, but you walked faster. By the time you got to the stairs leading into the building, you were practically running up them to get into the dark house with smoke billowing out of it.

“Y/N!” Your name was the last thing you heard before diving through the door and physically bumping into one of the scarers dressed as a zombie. He seemed nice, breaking character enough to ask if you were okay before you had already turned the corner and left him behind too.

Twisting and turning, you didn’t pay much mind to the screaming witches, zombies, skeletons, or anything that happened all around you; over the music and screaming, you could vaguely hear your name, giving you an indication that Steve followed you.

Not too far in, you found a quieter corner with only a couple cobwebs around it where you quickly ducked back into and tried pressing yourself into it deeper, hoping to watch Steve walk right by you.

Why the hell were you running from your boyfriend? You gained a sense of logic for a second where you paused. Why were you running? This was super childish of you and really had no reason. All Steve wanted to do was go on a few rides and you were being selfish and completely ruining what was going to be one of the few evenings you didn’t have to babysit the kids.

As the guilt started to swirl with your desire to not be found, you didn’t notice as the Frankenstein in the room had taken notice of you hiding in the corner and started to tromp over to you. “Hey, miss, you can’t be hiding in here, you gotta keep moving.”

“I’ll be out in a second, sir, let me just-” “You can’t be here-” “If you give me a second, I will leave as soon as I can-” “Miss you have to leave-” “Give me one dan minute-” “Y/N!”

Among all the screaming the Frankenstein and you had been doing was your name being called by a third and new voice along with a hand clasping onto your shoulder. Looking to the hand, you saw the unmistakable outline of the man you were hiding from. “There you are babe, why were you running off.” Just looking at the Frankenstein’s demeanor, you could tell he went into defense mode suddenly.

“Were you hiding from him miss? Are you okay? Do you feel safe?” The painted man moved to step between you and Steve in an attempt to separate you two.

“Whoa, whoa buddy, back off. She’s my girlfriend, chill out.” Steve tried stepping around the man o little success.

“Oh, your girlfriend? And she’s running from you? I don’t think this is looking very good for you, buddy.” The two were shooting back and forth at each other, getting chest to chest, and starting to cause a larger disturbance that started o be heard over the music and background scream noises. More workers it looked like started to slip into the room and try to get the two men to quiet down, going so far as to begin threats of throwing them out of the haunted house.

You were pulled away from the situation before being pushed away and into the next room, looking like it was on its way to the exit in the next two or three rooms: your destination.

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“Y/N?” His voice finally chirped up next to you as Steve took a seat next to you on the grass at the edge of the carnival. “You okay?” When he saw you sitting over here, he had quickly jogged over and took her in as he did so: sitting with her face pressed into her knees and arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she kept herself in as tight of a ball as possible.

You didn’t respond at first, only moving your head to look up at your boyfriend, the person you have embarrassed tonight and most definitely pissed off with your childish antics tonight. “I’m sorry.”

“Whoa what do you have to apologize for? I’ve been worried about you and wanted to make sure that you are okay.” His hand found its way to your back and began rubbing circles into your shoulder blade.

“I was really childish today and you didn’t deserve it, all because I was scared of the stupid rides.” Your words may have been mumbles, but he heard every word clearly.

“Hold on. Babe, did you say you were scared of the rides?” Your small and timid nod was enough for him to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me? I never would have brought you here if I knew that!”

Swallowing the thick feeling in your throat, you looked up at him and saw the disappointment and hurt in his face and that hurt. “Because you were so excited about it, I thought I could get through it and do at least one or two with you. But as we got closer, I guess my nerves got the best of me and I just...ran. Like a stupid child.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Steve quickly shuffled to kneel in front of you and grabbed your hands, holding them in his own and your legs fell down to where you were now criss cross apple sauce. “I’m not gonna force you to do any of these rides if you don’t wanna. If you want to just go home, we can make this a movie night if that works better for you.”

“No, Stevie,” His mouth quirked up at this name. “You already bought the tickets; I don’t want you to waste the money you earned because I’m a scaredy cat.”

Steve took a second to think, racking his brain on how to salvage what has been an eventful evening. “How about…” He paused again and just stared at you with you staring back at him, waiting to hear what he wanted to say. “You can say no, how about we try a few rides, to try and get you on some. If you don’t like riding after one, we can go home, and you can at least say you did it.”

Mulling this idea over in your head, your eyes shifted from where your boyfriend sat in front of you to the bright and joyous scream filled rides were. “I suppose they don’t all look so bad.” You murmured to him, staring particularly at the giant Ferris Wheel that turned, a small memory from early on in your relationship popping into your head. Steve had mentioned a few times that his dream date would be to take a girl up on a Ferris Wheel and cuddle her and kiss her when they got to the top.

“Okay, we can try a few.” Though shaky, your voice was a little stronger this time and you gave Steve a small smile.

“You sure?” A nod. “Okay, I’ll let you choose which one we go on, okay?” Another nod.

Together, the two of you stood to your feet and approached the hustle and bustle of the carnival grounds again. “What did that Frankenstein do to you? I hope he didn’t get you in trouble or anything.” You asked as you laced your hand with Steve while the other went to hold onto his arm, squeezing it slightly as you got closer to the machines and your stomach growing heavy again.

“Oh him, he didn’t do much, just tried scaring me when he though I was some creep chasing you.” He chuckled at the short story, glancing over to you as you took in the carnival for really the first time, looking for something that didn’t freak you out. “How about we start with those spinning pods over there? All they do is spin around and if you want it to, we can make it spin on the inside too.”

Following his finger, you saw what he was referring to as it did spin around, the four small egg things with windows in them were spinning on the main machinery but also appeared to be spinning on their own. As you got closer and apparently joined the line, you could see inside one of them a group of middle school boys cackling as they pulled on the weird center disk that kinda looked like a pizza pan. “Yeah, we can give it a try.” The shakiness in your voice had come back and your grip on Steve tightened.

“Hey, you got this I’ll be right here with ya.” He returned the squeeze to your hand and fishes through his pocket for two tickets to hand over at the entrance. “Up ya go.” He mutters as he helps you up the three stairs leading into the egg ride thing you were entering before he stepped in behind you and took his place next to you. You were already holding a death grip on the center console when the door was shut, and Steve sat next to you. “You know what this is?” He asked gesturing to the disk you were holding onto with the vice grip.

“Something for me to hold onto?” You shocked yourself with how violently your voice was shaking as you heard something start to rumble around you. “Oh, shit its moving.” Steve let a quick chuckle out before he stopped himself and tried explaining the center console would cause the pod thing to spin. “Fuck no! Don’t you dare make this thing spin.” Bloody murder was not even near definitive enough of how much you were screaming.

“Babe, babe calm down, it’s fine! I promise, ha!” In comparison to your screaming, Steve seemed to be having the time of his life as he laughed; at least he wasn’t making the ride spin. “Babe, babe, babe, I’m so sorry I’m laughing, I promise I didn’t mean to, but you were screaming so much! And it was hilarious!” Steve held onto his sides as he nearly fell out of the pod and waited for you to follow his laughing self. When you didn’t step out, he turned back around and saw you still had your hands clenched very tightly to the metal plate, your eyes wide and your lips pursed together. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about the rides, do you wanna go home?”

Hearing him soften up got you to finally look at him and slowly let go of the wheel. “N-n-no. I’m…” You paused to catch your breath and steady your voice. “I’m good, I just don’t know if I can do any more of these kinds of things.” Taking his hand, you pulled yourself up and stepped out from the ride and have yourself a few seconds to remember how to use your legs.

“You okay?” You nodded at him and gave a shaky, but okay smile. “You sure you wanna do another one? Cause we can go-”

“No, no, I can do…” The carnival really did have more rides than just ones that wanted to make you die, but none that really made you want to jump on them. “Can we do the carousel? I know I can do that one at least, my mom took me on them enough as a kid to be desensitized to those ones.” Steve looked over and saw the carousel that was filled predominately by smaller children, but if you wanted to do this and it was because he bought the tickets, he couldn’t make her do something else.

“If that’s what you wanna do, then we can do the carousel all night long, babe.” You nodded at him and followed him as he took your hand and the two began the walk to the carousel.

The carousel ride was much less curse filled, thankfully. You and Steve had found a pair of horses sitting side by side and the two of you quickly claimed them. Like you had said, you did get to enjoy this ride due to having done it before and you were able to just chat between the two of you, talking about how the kids were cute, how excited you were to take the kids to the park and not have to rides. It was a fine ride, definitely better than the last one.

“You ready to go home, babe?” Steve turned to you with a smile on his face. Getting you to ride two of the rides was honestly enough for him, plus, he knew Dustin would ride all of them with him later, with you waiting at the end for him.

You were about to agree and leave this eventful evening behind you, but you saw what Steve was standing near and bit your lip. Should you do it? Could you do it? “Actually, I wanna do one more.” He gave a quick quirk of his head before he followed your eyeline and turned around.

“What? Babe, we don’t have to do that, you have been through enough today and you were great, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“But...you have been wanting to do it, you told me about it one time.” You responded a little shyly as you confessed that you were doing it back of what he told you that one time. “I just...I really want you to be able to do it.”

“You...you remembered?” Steve was kind of shocked that you remembered him mentioning it, he had told that to girls in the past, but none of them really went out of their way to think about it, hell, even to remember it. “Are you su-”

“Steve, yes, I wanna do it with you.” The grin on his face was immaculate and contagious as one grew on your face as he quickly took this well and pulled you towards the line to the Ferris Wheel and dug around in his pockets for another round of tickets.

As it went around, you felt your stomach grow heavy again when you finally saw how high it got and had to calm yourself down without causing another scene. “Come on, babe, looks like ours is up.” He gently tugged on your hand and pulled you into the seat next to him before the handlebar was lowered and locked in front of you. “And here we go!”

The squeak that left your mouth was nothing but surprise and terror as you clung onto the bar for your life, your knuckles turning white with the sheer force you were holding on. “It’s really stupid you know that the only thing holding us back from falling to our death is this small bar and it’s really stupid because was if I was reall-holy shit this is really tall!” You finally removed your hands from the bar and moved to press yourself in Steve.

You could feel him trying to stop himself from giggling as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. “You can laugh you know; I really don’t care. I’m the coward of an almost twenty-year-old who’s scared of a carnival.” A chuckle did come through as the ride kept rotating and you slowly moved closer to the bottom.

“I’m not laughing at you, babe, but the noises you are making are fricking hilarious.” His voice still held the chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and you responded with another squeak of shock as you started rising again.

Making it to the top again, you were waiting for it to hit its peak and for the relief of lowering the cart to begin, but instead there was a shudder before the ride stopped. “What’s going on, what’s going on, why are we stopped? Oh god we are about to die, fuck, shit, I don’t wanna die.”

“Babe, calm down, someone below us is getting off so they had to stop the ride for a bit. Remember when we had to get on? Same thing probably happened to someone else.” You nodded your head and just stared ahead to the tops of the trees you never thought you would have seen.

“It’s...it’s not too bad up here.” You finally mutter after a few beats of silence and getting your bearings. “I wouldn’t want to stay up here, but it does look nice.” Steve hummed in agreement and pulled you a little closer. “Hey Stevie?”

“Hmm?” He responded looking down at you.

“Thanks, tonight was fun.”

His face broke out into a grin again at your thanks. “Of course, thanks for giving a few of these rides a chance.” Smiling up at him, you sat a little straighter and caught his lips with your own, the two of you humming to the other that you were happy with your evening.

Though it was not as long as Steve would have wanted to stay in that moment with you (the ride started again and you broke away with another shriek), but he wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything else in his life.

[ms-m-astrologer]

The Week Ahead: April 4-10, 2022

Void of Course Moon

Tuesday, April 5, 01:53 UT (Taurus) - 03:04 UT (Gemini)

Thursday, April 7, 03:15 UT (Gemini) - 15:30 UT (Cancer)

Saturday, April 9, 01:01 UT (Cancer) - 04:00 UT (Leo)

US followers, we have only a couple more weeks before taxes are due - filing them during a void Moon is said to prevent audits.

Lunar Phases

Tuesday, April 5, 03:45 UT - Crescent Moon, 0:20 Gemini

The key phrase for the Crescent lunar phase is to “gather and mobilize resources.” This time we’re looking for Geminian resources: information, flexibility, somebody who’s a decent sounding board. You may find them all in the house of your birth chart which holds 0:21 Gemini. Also, it’s going to be a very active week for Mercury (Gemini’s ruler), and I feel strongly that this lunar phase is going to get that particular ball rolling.

Saturday, April 9, 06:48 UT - First Quarter Moon, 19:24 Cancer

The key phrases for the First Quarter phase are to “take action” and to “build new structures.” With the Moon in Cancer, it may not seem like we’re making any direct, measurable progress. The Crab (Moon) approaches its goals in a sideways manner, as opposed to the Ram’s more basic “straightest line to the goal” method (Sun). Other people may have something to say about what we’re trying to do - and they may not support us. It’s important to listen to trusted advisors, but it’s also important to have faith in ourselves and in what we’re trying to accomplish.

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Pre-retrograde shadow: Saturn/Aquarius

Retrograde: nothing until April 29!

Post-retrograde shadow: nothing until June 3!

Ingresses

Tuesday, April 5, 15:18 UT - transiting Venus enters Pisces

“About time,” screeches the entire fricking world: Venus is finally moving out of Saturn’s turf. Pisces is the sign of her “exaltation” - that is, here she is thought to be very well-placed and comfortable - and although the first three weeks of this transit are relatively tranquil, the final week promises to be spectacular, as Venus joins Jupiter and Neptune in the later degrees of the sign.

Monday, April 11, 02:09 UT - transiting Mercury enters Taurus

Yes, I know, technically this is next week - unless you live in the Western Hemisphere, the vast majority of whom will experience this (very) late this week. Merc is moving too quickly, still, to be much more than the most fleeting of triggers - but before it leaves Taurus, it will enter its next pre-retrograde shadow. It behooves us to make the lead-up to that, as fruitful as we can make it….

Et Cetera

There are no Opportunity Periods this week, alas. Sometimes that happens.

The week starts out with a Mars-Saturn conjunction in Aquarius - throwing cold water all over our lovely dreams and schemes. But the funny thing is that, for the rest of the week, Mercury is extremely busy. It’s as if, when we’re confronted with some kind of roadblock, we immediately begin to think and strategize about how to get around it.

There’s also some emphasis on whether or not we’re able to “go it alone” with what we want to do - almost a sense that if we ask people’s advice, they’ll disagree with us. If your intentions don’t interfere with someone else’s free will, you might want to keep them to yourself for a while.