#anywho... I GOT IT FINISHED! I WROTE A THING!!

[krenenbaker]

Trick or Treat~!

Pairing: Che'nya x Floyd (could be read platonically or romantically)

Summary: It's finally Halloween night, but Floyd is in a bit of a slump. However, the arrival of a curious companion may just make the Halloween party a bit more interesting for him.

Notes: This is my first attempt at something following a prompt - specifically, "Trick or Treat" for the 2023 TWST Rarepair Halloween event. I'm trying to get more comfortable/practiced with writing prose (which is why this wasn't posted on the 30th... oops), and only vaguely ended up following the prompt. I'm fairly happy with how this little piece turned out, though!

Tags: @dove-da-birb, @azulashengrottospiano, @inkybloom-luv, @eynnwwyjth, @officialdaydreamer00 (please let me know if you'd like to be included or excluded from future writing of mine, or only want to be included in specific types of creations)

Floyd wanted to take a break. 

It was Halloween, and all he had done the entire week was work, work, work. Getting costumes ready, decorating, helping with their dorm's presentation, plus cooking and serving at the Lounge, all on top of normal classes? 

Sure, it was fun, especially getting to show off Octavinelle's cool setup, and 'taking care of' those misbehaving visitors. But now? Everything felt draining and boring, and Floyd simply wanted to leave, which sucked because the actual Halloween party had just started!  

Maybe he should just ditch and go back to his dorm; being in a funk when everyone else is having fun around you is not enjoyable.  He slumped down on a bench and unwrapped a sweet he had picked up earlier, before wrapping it up again. Ugh, not even in the mood for that candy he wanted only a few minutes ago. 

As he shoved the sweet back into his pocket and was about to get up from the bench to leave, Floyd heard a rustle behind him. Someone was quietly humming, and… laughing? The sound gradually moved to his side, towards the empty side of the bench.  

“Trick or treat~”

Floyd turned to face the voice. "Listen, man, I'm not in the mood to—” he froze, staring at the figure beside him. “Hang on a second, where's your body!?"

A toothy smile came to the face of the head that currently floated beside Floyd. "Oh, it's here.... or maybe it's there." A pair of hands materialized on either side of this boy's head, followed by the rest of his body. 

“I'm just kidding. Mind if I take a seat? I’d like to rest up before I keep purrowling around and startling people.”

Floyd blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Uh, go for it.” 

This guy was... weird, and it was hard to tell if he'd be annoying, or interesting. "You don't go here, do ya? At least, I’ve never seen you before. And you’re no ghost, either.”

The cat-like boy shook his head, his jewellery jingling softly. "I'm just passing through for the festivities and collecting treats. Scaring some people, too. That’s loads of fun. And it's always nice to see my friends let loose." 

Floyd had a vague memory surface. "Ohh... you must be that RSA boy who's friends with Sea Turtle and Goldfishie." 

"'Sea Turtle' and 'Goldfishie', hey? Those are good names for my green and red friends. Cats are known for liking fish." He leaned forward, his grin growing. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Floyd nodded, “Floyd Leech. It's nice to meet you, too.” He looked curiously at the boy beside him, taking in his shaggy hair, piercings, and impish smile.

"You're not what I expected.” Floyd smiled, "But you seem fun, Catfish. I didn't think Goldfishie would get along with someone so... interesting."

Che'nya's eyes lit up slightly. "Catfish? Heh heh heh, most people call me Che'nya, but I guess that works. And I’ve heard some… interesting stories about you, too."

He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back with his arms behind his head as he sighed. "But yeah, I don't think Riddle could shake me if he tried." 

"I'm almost jealous." Floyd tipped his head slightly. "Most of the time, Goldfishie likes to swim away before I can play with him."

Che'nya laughed, "Well, if you're wondering, he 'swam off' that way." He pointed off to the side. “Just don’t be rough with him. I don’t like people mistreating my friends.”

Floyd looked off into the crowd where he had pointed, and let out a small laugh. “Alright, good to know. Maybe I’ll find him later, if I feel like it”, he smiled and sat back. “And Goldfishie’s stronger than he looks, but I guess you’d know that.”

Che’nya nodded, then leaned closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I bet we could do something that would really surprise him.” 

Floyd turned slightly towards Che’nya, and flashed a smile. “Yeah, we probably could. I think we should talk more in the future, Catfish. You seem pretty fun.” 

Che’nya grinned, “You seem pretty fun, too.”

"Well,” he stretched his arms above his head. “I think I’m going to go and find some more treats… and play some more tricks tonight. I'll catch you around, Floyd." 

With a haunting giggle echoing in his ears, Floyd watched as the boy beside him faded into nothingness, just the same way he had arrived. 

What a weird guy.

Floyd unwrapped the candy he had pocketed earlier, then popped it into his mouth. Maybe this party was worth staying at after all.

[elcvatedhorror]

“ La Seine and I „

|Summary: You get ready for your date with Wednesday, only to find out it wasn’t a date after all.

|Warnings: (my shot at angst???) tyl*r, panic attack

(No pronouns really used ! <3)

|AN: I wrote this while listening to La Seine that song is a masterpiece for real. Anywho. enjoy :P

Your eyes scan over your outfit for the night. Simple but not white tee with a brown wooly-patterned vest covering it, along with your signature converse completing the outfit.

You were confident about your date tonight with Wednesday. You've been dying to go out with her since forever. Ever since you transferred to Nevermore the only thing you've been fixated on was her.

You were only meeting her at the local coffee shop in Jericho, so it was a start, but you had gotten her a batch of black dahlias, and made her a custom cello bow just for this special occasion. Surely you hadn't thought you'd gone over the top, but what does it matter now? You finally got the girl.

At least - not yet. Even though you had asked Wednesday out that last week, she seemed hesitant to accept, but you didn't care because you figured that's how she usually was. Just dead inside, and brutally honest. That was Wednesday Addams for you.

So back to you, you were finishing touching up yourself and you blew out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You smiled down sheepishly, booming with excitement.

It was now 7:20, and the date with Wednesday was set up for 7:30, so you exited your dorm and started the walk to the coffee shop.

The walks to Jericho were always calm. You found peace here. Even though there were shitty pilgrim boys, and whatnot flinging around, you still found it to be your favorite place to go.

Approaching the seemingly empty coffee shop, you scanned over the entrance. The coffee logo beaming with light, and the makeshift vines surrounding it.

Well here goes nothing. Taking a deep inhale and exhale you opened the coffee shop cupping the flowers & bow in your hand. Then, there was a sight you weren't expecting to see.

Wednesday kissing Tyler.

"Wednesday?" You called out, voice cracking in the middle of your sentence.

The two broke apart quickly, and Wednesday looked at you with wide eyes, Tyler on the other hand looking just as surprised.

"Y/N." Wednesday said, rather to quickly. "It's not what it looks like."

You scoffed, tears brimming your eyes. "Not.. ? Not what it looks like? I.." You paused seemingly unable to breath now as the tears finally fell, and you dropped the items you had gotten for Wednesday, and quickly walked out of the shop. You turned around momentarily to hope see if she was following you but she wasn’t.

Your heart ached.

You had rushed back to your dorm and slammed the door shut. Lucky your roommate wasn’t here yet.

You clutched your chest, and tried to rub the ache away, but it was no use.

You were hurt.

But you should’ve known.

Wednesday would never like someone like you.

She only agreed so you’d get out of her hair.

Fuck.

You were so stupid.

You sniffled, and tried to control your ragged breathing as you slumped to the ground, crying.

You’ve been heartbroken before.

But never this bad.

might do a part 2. let me know if u guys want one!!

[sunshine--void]

How about a reader who does everything to piss yandere wally off?

For example: stealing wally's apple and eating it in front of him, ignoring wally's speech and pretending he's not there, flirting with howdy in front of wally, among many other things...

(the reader is very angry for being kidnapped from the real world)

I apologize if It's not very good, I have never wrote anything yandere related before :)

🏠 Pissing off yandere Wally fic 🏠

"C'mon think..." you mumbled to yourself, it was currently 2:35 in the morning and you were desperately trying to finish this essay. Then it hit you, so you hurriedly wrote what you needed down. Once you got done you walked over to your bed so you could get some much needed sleep but as you dozed off a strange static noise started playing above you.

When you opened your eyes you were surprised to see two things:

strangely colorful and cartoony surroundings

a bunch of eyes looking down upon you

Okay... That's terrifying but no worries because this is all just a dream... Right? "Helloo~" a sing song voice said while poking your cheek. Okay.. maybe this isn't a dream? You quickly raised up, frightening all the people around you. Actually back up there, are these really people? They look a little... different. Whatever it doesn't matter, but what does matter is- wait why do you feel so weird all of a sudden?

You aren't too sure what happened after that, perhaps you... passed out from shock? Anywho what you do know is that wally had a least something to do with you being here, and it's safe to say you aren't to happy about it. That is the exact reason you have decided to do everything in your power to piss him off, maybe he will decide to let you go? Currently he was trying to profess his love to you... for the 13th time that day but you just pretended he wasn't there and walked right past him only to start flirting with Howdy..? Yeah.. your not quite sure why you did it either. And now wally angry and honestly your kinda lucky he didn't kill you on the spot. He then decided to force you on a picnic with him that way it was just you two, but every single time he went to eat an apple you would take it. "Darling, can you please stop doing that?" He asked obviously trying to mask his anger. "I don't know can you let me go back home" you responded in a mocking tone "But darling, you are-" he tried to talk but was quickly cut off by you "to my real home, not whatever this place is." After that the two of you remained silent for a while. Eventually it got late and the two of you went back to Home, you might not be happy here but you better get used to it because he has no plans of letting you go anytime soon...

Part 2?

[sinning-23]

My First Kiss

OKAY so this is indeed a multi fandom page and I have recently been rewatching Attack on Titan so I hope you guys are ready to endure this brainrot with me :D I'll probably make a pt. 2 with the higher ups and shit-

Never fear tho i have some OPLA stuff in the works too I just haven't really finished it up...

ps. im sorry for any spelling errors I wrote this on impulse

ANYWHO enjoy!

Eren

Your first kiss was completely by accident. Didn't make it any less rendering or embarrassing. The conversation between you and the main three was getting heated, Armin making a valid point that Eren simply wasn't listening to (he was listening he's just hardheaded) and Mikasa gave her occasional input only fueling the fire.

Somehow the debate took a turn and before you knew it everyone was becoming more and more animated in their movements. You had simply turned your head a bit too quickly in the direction Eren was sitting nd coincidentally he had moved forward just enough for your lips to meet in a quick pec.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry!" You yip, immediately pressing your fingertips to the spot on your lips.

You'd never seen Eren turn so red so fast. He tried to play it off, averting his eyes as the conversation died down a bit at the awkward occurrence. He'd never admit that he was hoping for something like that to happen.

Armin

You were a bit taller than Armin, well at least when you were younger. The blond just HAD to have a growth spurt. Anyway, you had a bit of making your height different more painfully obvious. When he reached for books you often got them off the higher shelf and teased him a little before giving and handing him the hardcover he desired.

As previously stated, he just HAD to have a growth spurt. Now if was your turn to be teased. You had been reaching as best you could, the presence behind you making you stop.

The blond had grabbed the item so easily, hell you'd forgotten what you needed at this point. he looked...good from this angle, his eyes somehow darker as he looked down at you with a smile.

"I won't tease." He hums, pressing his lips to your wrist, your hand still stretched upwards before he places the item in it.

If your major crush on the blond wasn't solidified before it sure as hell was now

Connie

You and Connie were already in a relationship, more secret so as to not draw attention but god damn it was easy to see you two were a lot closer than before...and neither of you was really good at keeping a secret like this especially when the two of you always had your hands off one another.

At this point, everyone had seen you two hold hands, sneak off during training to just be in each other's presence, little stuff. The one thing that had yet to be seen was more intimate contact. And it was only because it hadn't even happened yet. You and Constance hadn't kissed yet...so when you had snuck into the boy's dorm to lay with your glorified cuddle buddy, you weren't expecting anything but that. Until he started talking to you. In whispers of course.

"Hey y/n," He began, your fingers intertwined as you faced each other, your limbs tangled with one another.

"Yeah, Connie?" You answer, throat suddenly dry when his hand rests against your hip. It wasn't like you didn't think about being more romantic with Connie, you were really just nervous, you'd never kissed anyone before and neither had he.

"Do you think we should...kiss more. I mean, you are my girlfriend, I should kiss you, right?" He asks, his eyes looking down at yours, easy to see even in the darkened room.

"Do you want to kiss me Constance?" You ask, placing you hand behind his neck, your thumb rubbing over the fuzz at the base of his neck from hs buzzcut.

There was a little hesitation but your question was answered when his lips are pressed firm against your own.

Jean

This smug bastard, he knows you like to pick fights just as much as he does. and when you pick fights with him, it's honestly his favorite thing. He loves how your eyebrows angle so far down that you have a little crease between them. He loves how you get in his face and point that well-manicured finger into his chest. He loves it when you get loud. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but sometimes he pisses you off on purpose for just a crumb of your attention.

This particular argument was over who was supposed to clean the stables. You insist he help you but of course, he wants to fight, so he declines.

"I wasn't asking I was telling dumbasss now get up and help me." You huff, walking to him, your head angled upwards and the height difference. He only smirks and takes the opportunity to claim your lisp. The action surprised him a little bit. Since when did he get the balls to do something as bold as that. What surprised him more was when you tugged at his collard to push him away...but only doubled down and snatched him back to meet your lips again.

Yeah, if this was when he was gonna get when he pissed you off, he was gonna make it a point to do it more often.

Reiner

Honestly, you couldn't remember when you and Reiner first kissed, you two just sort of...did it and didn't stop doing it. Reiner always had some sort of scary guard dog position when he was with you and made it a point to let everyone know who was treating you like the goddess you were. So, any chance he got to show you off and show that he was totally hitting that, he did. According to him, your first kiss was right after you teo had been training all day.

You coudlt get the move down and you had been expressing your frustrationt o him. So, he offered to help you practice.

"I'll be great practive, you never know the size of your opponent so use this as a reference. Dont hold back." He insited, taking a stance as you breathe deeply.

You sprinted towards him, sliding between the bap he left between his legs. You were quick to put him in a chokehold, leaning back so that he would lose balance, and sure enough he did. You had managed to crawl from under him, positioning yourself atop him, your legs at either side of his waist as pride fills your face.

"I did it!" You celebrate, huffing in satisfaction before commigntot he realization of your current position.

"I-Wow okay sorry Reiner-" You apologize, hearing him chuckle a bit before sitting up on his forearms.

"Nah it's fine, i think i like this position though, nice work."

And before you could process the fact that your training crush had made a bit of a suggestive comment, his lips were already pressed quickly to your own.

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Authors Note; UHHHH lemme know what all wanna see next my ask box is always open my luvs <3

[goorehound]

YOU WRITE FOR WATCH DOGS 2!?!?! Holy shit, sorry haha 😅 I got excited because I thought no one wrote for that game anymore

May I ask for anything, literally anything, with Wrench and a gn reader? I saw in your bio that requests were open? However, if that's not the case, feel free to ignore this.

Anywho, have a pleasant day!

you are my new favourite. i was dying for somebody to request some Wrench stuff, and I’m more than happy to oblige. I picked out a prompt from my prompt list to help me get an idea, and hopefully it hits the spot! this was super rushed because I was eager to get it out (I was way too excited for this dude)

#21 acting even more foolish around them than before

mildly nsfw, 18+, Wrench x GN!reader

Heart Eyes

Wrench was a weird fucking dude. It did not take long for one to notice that - three minutes in a conversation with him will give that away easily. So you were used to his odd behaviour and it barely made a blip on your radar. It was just Wrench being Wrench.

But lately things had felt a little stranger - specifically within the last couple weeks. It started with something small, nothing wildly absurd. He’d come over to you from his own work station, his finger rested in the hole of a donut that he then presented to you.

You looked up briefly from your work to accept it, giving a double take as you eased it off his finger. “Thanks?” You’d expected to see a box, assuming that Wrench had just gone on a coffee run for everyone and brought back some treats.

“You’re welcome.”

But it was just him and a singular donut. Wherever he’d gotten that from.

He nodded, watching silently as he clamped his hands behind his back as you took a bite - furrowing your brows and giving him a weird look before starting to return to your work with mild amusement.

“Cool.” He’d said decisively before fucking back off to whatever he was currently taking apart. Okay. The energy there had been kind of awkward, but it was mere seconds later that you completely forgot it.

The next scenario could certainly be brushed off as simply a drunken slip up. You had all been drinking after a success, celebrating and sharing jokes while lounging in the common area.

Your conversation with Josh had just finished up and you turned, intending to share the joke you’d told with Wrench. You heard a garbled noise and some static before Wrench lurched forward and hung his head down, startling enough that you jolted backwards.

“You okay? What’s up?” You crowded a bit closer after the initial surprise, bracing a hand on his shoulder. He spluttered and coughed before nodding, and you could see liquid dripping slowly out of his mask.

“Did you,” You were already starting to laugh. “Did you talk with a mouthful of beer?”

Another pathetic nod before he was placing the half empty bottle on the table and pushing himself off the couch.

“Be right back.” He muttered out and oh my god. Perhaps it was simply the buzz you were riding but in his absence you and Marcus laughed yourselves sick over it.

The next time you guys had gathered for a hangout, not nearly as jovial as the last and with far less alcohol, a more melancholy gathering. It had been a shitty day for everyone and you’d all congregated on the couch to offer moral support, quiet and sparse conversations.

Wrench gave a heaving - dramatic - sigh and fiddled with his phone. “Alright. I’m gonna go for a smoke.” He turned to you this time, LEDs displaying question marks. “Do you wanna come for me?”

Flashing exclamation points.

“With.” He corrected in a rush, sitting straight up. “With. Do you wanna come with me? Fuck. Never mind.” And then he was practically booking it out the door, leaving you with a startled and amused smile on your face. You caught Horatio out of the corner of your eye, his chin was tucked against his chest and he was shaking his head. Clearly trying to hold back laughter.

You didn’t think much of these things. They were just funny. Maybe Wrench was just a bit out of it lately, and it was all pretty funny.

Like when he’d aimed to lean his hip against the counter when you were explaining some programming to him, and he’d completely overshot it and ate shit.

Or when you two had gone out drinking alone and you’d stumbled out of the booth, and his instinctive reaction had been to reach out to steady you. He’d torn his arm back like he’d been burned when he instead ended up with a handful of your ass, apologizing profusely and ending up with his face buried in his arms for the next ten minutes.

But when you followed that up with the time you bent over to get something and he sliced his hand open with a loud and very aggravated cursing fit, his sudden fascination with getting you food or some little gift when he was out for a while, or the way he’d begun almost stumbling over himself to talk to you or be there one to sit next to you - him being weird didn’t quite cover it anymore.

Okay. You were giving yourself too much credit. You’d seen some heart eyes flashing in your direction. Literal, bright white hearts.

So you made the connection. Maybe a bit slower than the rest of your friends, but you weren’t that oblivious. And you weren’t uninterested. You’d been entertaining that idea since the first week of knowing Wrench, the whole spikes, tattoos, voice-modulator and dorky personality had really done it for you.

You couldn’t recall what Wrench had been rambling about, his half delirious rantings that fit perfectly in the far too early hours of the mornings. Each of you perched on the couch with your own red bulls, keeping the place alive long after everyone had called it quits for the night.

Eventually, when Wrench kept stumbling over his words and cracking lamer jokes than usual, you placed down your drink. Watching the bright question marks light up when you shuffled closer to him, wordlessly grabbing either side of his head and delicately planting a kiss on the front of his mask - careful to avoid the spikes.

Honestly it was a little scary when the usually expressive screen went black. Unresponsive. Slowly, as the fear that you’d misunderstood crept in, you released his face. When you started to ease out of his face he sat up hastily.

Snagging your wrist to keep you from drifting too fair. “Wait, wait, wait.” He spoke in a rush, reaching up to practically rip the mask off of his face. It was his turn now to cradle each side of your face and lead you into a proper kiss.

His lips were warm. Slightly chapped, but you you didn’t really find yourself minding all that much. Soon enough he was pulling you into his lap, running his hands over your back soothingly while the spikes of his vest dug into your palms where you braved yourself against him.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He complimented, which brought a smile to your lips.

“That’s the redbull.”

“Oh.” Was paired with perhaps the sweetest little laugh you’d ever heard, and you were quick to join in until you were both chuckling heartily. And then he was kissing you again, stealing all the air from your lungs and making you dizzy. His hands were firm on your back, just as firm as yours were against him. Reminding each other that this was not some sleep deprived lucid dream.

Teeth were nibbling at your lips, and he kept letting out these bitten off noises that made your head spin, and fuck. You could get used to this.

[tallulah477]

✨ Author & Artist & Supporter Appreciation Post ✨

So I just had the realization that during Kinktober I wrote a total of 33,883 words and I'm a little out of breath about it because . . . holy shit? I did that in one month???

Obviously, I haven't finished all of the prompts yet (actually I still have more than half to do lmao), and to be honest I was a little bummed that I couldn't complete more in time.

But I shouldn't be because I actually totally rocked it. That's an insane amount to write in so little time and it's definitely more than anything else I've tried to write earlier this year before Kinktober in all the previous months combined. That alone is a huge accomplishment and I'm super proud of myself for it.

Also, I finally got over my fear of posting my work online and have gotten tons of positive feedback (that make my heart soar every time), as well as made some awesome new friends who I cherish. Those are things I'll be forever grateful for.

So I wanted to take this opportunity to call out other authors/artists who also participated in Kinktober in any amount or regard (or even if you didn't but are a writer or artist in general) and tell you all how much I admire each and every one of you. You are all such rockstars to do what you can do. The amount of talent I've seen in this past month alone is completely unmatched to anything else I've ever experienced.

I really hope you all are proud of yourselves - and, if you're not, you should be.

I know how hard it can be to find inspiration sometimes and how grueling it can be to just write one sentence or draw one line. But you're all amazing and I admire your drive and persistence to make it happen. The love for your art really shows in your work and makes it great.

Anywho~ just wanted to show some love for my fellow authors/artists who I absolutely adore:

@eyweveng @eywaite @neteyamswillow @pandoraslxna @neteyamssyulang @teyamsatan @oakbuggy @neteyamsyawntu @strongheartneteyam @blue-slxt @vivid-ink @viviartsy @theblueflower05 @xylianasblog @sulieykte @jakexneytiri @live-laugh-neteyam @pandorxxx @neteyamslovrr @bambithewriter @ele-sme @hotdsworld @neteyamsoare

(if I missed you, I'm sorry - know that I love you anyway!)

Also, wanna give a special shout-out to @ele-sme and @itchaboi-itchyboy - y'all are always so on top with your support of everyone and I can't thank you enough for it. And thank you to everyone else who also supports our works, especially with reblogs and comments. I can only speak for myself here, but it means the world to me. 🧡

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Take you to A better Place part 4

(Btw that's what you are wearing at the wedding, regular outfit, you imagine whatever)

Y/N had made it to Bergentown in time for the royal wedding. Making sure she was dressed appropriately for the wedding; she hides in the background singing along with the other trolls. She was going to talk to Branch after the wedding, as not to be rude and ruin this lovely couple's wedding day. You would have to be an egotistical jerk to interrupt a wed... "I object!!!," a mysterious troll says interrupting her thoughts and vows, doing exactly what she was thinking.

She sighs and rubs her face and watches walking up close to them and waits till John Dory finishes his little save Floyd speech and then lands in front of them . "Thank you John Dory for that lovely info but you ruined a wedding when you could have waited till after," she says brushing off dust from her jacket. "Who are you, random troll?" Branch says standing in front of Poppy. She was about to speak when Poppy squealed and jumped in front of her grabbing her hands. "Oh my gosh!!! Oh my gosh!!! Your Y/N from the old girl Group, Sugar, Spice, and Everything Thrice.  I love your music then and now!! What are you doing here!!!" Poppy squeals dangling. John Dory just looking shocked now cause he was interrupted. Y/n smiles and pats Poppy's hand. "Well, knowing John Dory is incompetent and a jerk," a hey was heard from John, " I was also there when John found Floyd,  I used to tutor the kids who have him captured. Long story short, when they beat me in the top song. I knew something was up and saw what John saw.  What he didn't see is that those twins, need more troll talent and are going to suck the life out of Floyd. So I didn't think Mr. Dory would find y'all. So I told that cutie I'd search for his brothers," she said casually. John and Branch said , "Did you just call me brother cute?" Poppy was in the background silent squealing, apparently she wrote scrapbook fan-fiction when she was younger, shipping Y/N and Floyd, feeling like their vibes matched.  "Anywho, sorry for the wedding interruption. , y'all should continue and then we should head out," she says and just as John Dory was about to speak, she covers his mouth and the wedding continues.

After the wedding, John Dory calls for his bug van Rhonda. After Rhonda licks Poppy, Y/N pets Rhonda chin and looks at the others. "Times a wasting, let's go find the rest of Brozone and save y'all's brother," she turns to Gritzelle and Bridget, "lovely wedding and ceremony. Y'all have a good. Honeymoon byeeee," she says dragging the three trolls into Rhonda just still having shocked John, Branch, and Poppy being pulled into the van. " Alright then , let's get this show on the road and find your brothers to save your other brother," she looks around the van for clues. "Woah, who put you in charger here Miss?" John says having doubts. "It's Y/N. And I was there at the concert btw. So I don't trust you in charged or things will mess up, so yeah. I put me in charger," she says sassily making Branch laugh at how his brother was being put down instead of in charge.

"Tiny,Branch, Poppy, the pretty lady,this random dude..." a voice says and Y/N awws and John Dory was like what , " on another musical adventure filled with heart, hilarity and happiness." "Tiny! What are you doing here?," Poppy says to Tiny who driving the bus. "Well, Aunt Poppy, for your information, I am no longer a baby. I am a big boy now.And I'm on a mansized rite of passage to learn lessons of life, courage and maybe love," he says wiggling his eyebrows at Y/N who was now at the front of the bus with everyone but Branch. "You're a cute kid. But I already got my eyes on someone, sorry," she says and Tiny shrugs. "More Tiny for others to love then," Tony says driving.  "Should we be letting a baby drive?," she says looking at Tiny. "Not to worry, fellow grownup. I have procured my learner's permit," Tiny says pulling out an obvious fake license.  "Who is Adulty Mcmanface?" Poppy asks. "The better question is, are you a narc?" Tiny says looking at his aunt. Poppy stutters , "Whatttt? Pshh no, Why? Are you?" John Dory tells Tiny step on it and the three adult trolls go to the back where Branch seems to be making a clue board.

Edit 1: Please let me know in the comments or send me an ask about how you feel with this. I could really use the motivation

[crowleywasagryffindor]

He's my home

SO I got this idea in my head and naturally I wrote it. I finished editing and posted tonight - and so far I've reloaded at least twenty times, hoping to get a single like or comment but there's ten hits and no response and I'm 100% terrified that I made a mistake.

Anywho here's a snippet if you guys wanna read it and give me some feedback or criticism, whatever you like.

"Oh, and you'd be the expert on kids then, right Buck?" Eddie's sour expression turned on Buck, a silent tension running through the entire team as the movement of the engine jostled them. There was a grin on his face, but it was different - it wasn't Eddie. It was nasty, a mountain of horrid emotion driving it, and it didn’t even come close to reaching his eyes the way it normally would. "What's that supposed to mean?" Buck countered after a beat, his lips turning down in a frown. He'd been staying quiet, letting Eddie have his increasingly nasty jabs all day, but this was too much. "Buck..." Hen warned, her eyes flicking between the two of them before sharing a long, concerned look with Chimney. "No, no, Hen. Let's have it out here. Because Evan here," Eddie laughed, a violent sound, shook his head and looked out the window with an unfocused gaze. When he turned back, those same eyes were made of steel, hard and cold; laser-focused directly on Buck. "He just doesn't know when to stop, isn’t that right, Buckley?" "...Eddie..." Bobby's voice from the front had a warning tone, his eyes boring into Eddie's skull. "It's fine, Cap." Buck clenched his teeth, fought back the roll of terrified nausea in his stomach, and shoved his own emotions down as far as possible as he turned back to Eddie. If this was what he needed... "Go ahead. Whatever you need to say, just say it, man." "Fine." Eddie answered back, finally meeting Buck's eyes full on. It was like someone had opened the lid on Pandora's box. Buck could feel the fury, rolling off him in waves as he suddenly released it, all at once and all aimed directly at Buck. The force of - was it honestly hate? - knocked him back. "You want to know, Buck? Fine. What the hell do you know about kids, about anyone? You think you're god's gift to everyone, right? Think you're the expert? Christopher still has nightmares about you leaving him, leaving us! You think doing the right thing for once in your life makes up for all the mistakes?! You think it makes up for you leaving us?! You think-" Buck never got to hear the rest. In the middle of Eddie's furious rant, the engine had screeched to a halt. Mid-sentence, Buck watched in stunned silence as Eddie was pulled bodily from the engine and out onto the street. Harsh words followed. A firm voice was talking to Eddie while Buck just tried to breathe, Hen's concerned voice instructing him to breathe in, hold, and out, all while his head spun dizzily. He could barely even feel the tears that streamed down his cheeks. But he could still hear as Eddie's raised, furious voice countered Bobby’s words, almost irrational, then- It was the first time Buck had heard the sharp slap of skin-on-skin contact where Bobby was involved. The silence that followed was deafening.

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Revenge Of The Sith (Part 4)

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Warnings: language? typical Star Wars violence, the plot of ROTS (bc yes, that needs it’s own warning)

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(THIS IS X READER I PROMISE IF YOU WANT THE NONE X READER VERSION THEN GO TO @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters)

So I have like…a million OC’s. One of which I have with Anakin Skywalker. Recently (like a few months ago) I decided to rewrite Revenge of the Sith, but instead of Padme, it’s my OC and it becomes an AU near the end bc Obi Wan is able to pull Anakin back to the light. So, I decided to rewrite it (AGAIN) to make it x reader. So yeah, here it is, I hope you enjoy

This was meant to end in a different way, but I got carried away and this is what happened

Also, I NEARLY FUCKING SCREAMED AS I NOTICED LITTLE THINGS WHILE PAUSING AND PLAYING THE FILM AS I WROTE THIS WHOLE STORY (YES PARTS 1-3 TOO) AND IT'S JUST...YEAH BRO! I ALSO STARTED TO TAKE PICTURES OF THE SCREEN RANDOMLY WHEN IT WAS PAUSED SO IF Y'ALL WANT THAT, LMK

ANYWHO, ENJOY THE OBIANI FIGHT!

(Previous Part)

The moment that Palpatine accepted the transmission, Anakin spoke, “The Separatists have been taken care of, my Master.”

“It is finished then. You have restored peace and justice to the galaxy. Send a message to the ships of the Trade Federation. All droid units must be shut down immediately.”

“Very good, my lord.” However, instead of doing what he was told, he turned his attention to the beeping and saw that a ship was coming into the atmosphere. And when he read the information on it, he left where he was to go check it out. And when he saw the ship land, he immediately knew it was Y/N's . But why was she here? Had something happened? Was she okay? Was the baby okay? All the questions swarmed his mind as he removed the hood of his cloak. The yellow eyes had gone back to his blue as he ran out to greet her. 

And then as she had landed, Y/N sat there for a moment with her head in her hand. She was trying so hard to not cry. To keep herself calm. When her eyes landed on Anakin, she pressed the button for the door to open and she quickly got off of her ship and ran to him. She ran into his arms and hugged him. “I saw your ship.” He carefully pulled away and his concern grew, “What are you doing out here?”

“I was so worried about you.” She kept her hands on his arms. She kept moving them as she couldn’t stay still. “Obi Wan told me terrible things.”

His concern turned to anger as the words left her lips. “What things?”

Her hands fell, “He said that you’ve turned to the Dark Side. That you,” He looked down and away from her as she hesitated, “Killed younglings.”

“Obi Wan is trying to turn you against me.”

She shook her head softly, “He cares about us.”

“Us?” he said cynically.

Her hands came back to his arms, “He knows. He wants to help you.” He let out a silent laugh as he didn’t believe her. Well, he did, but he told himself he didn’t. “Anakin, all that I want is your love.”

He shook his head, “Love won’t save you, Y/N. Only my new powers can do that.”

“At what cost?” She knew Anakin. This wasn’t him. Murdering innocent younglings. “You’re a good person. Please, don’t do this.”

“I won’t lose you the way I lost my mother. I am becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of. And I’m doing it for you. To protect you.” 

And that was when she realized what it was all about. He couldn’t save his mother so he was going to save her. No matter the cost. 

She moved one of her hands to the back of his head, “Come away with me. Help me raise our child. Leave everything else behind while we still can. Just like we used to talk about.”

“Don’t you see?” He motioned around, “We don’t have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor! I-I can overthrow him!” She carefully began to walk away from him. Scared. “And together, you and I can rule the Galaxy, make things the way we want them to be.”

She shook her head, “No...Ani...you...you’re becoming something else. I didn’t want to believe him. Ani, please, don;t make what Obi Wan said true.”

He swiped his hand, “I don’t want to hear anymore about Obi Wan. The Jedi turned against me. Don’t you turn against me!”

“Anakin, please,” Her voice was breaking, “I can’t hardly recognize you. You’re scaring me.” She tried so hard to hold back the sobs, “I don’t want you to go down a path that will only cause you more pain. I can’t support you doing that.”

“Because of Obi Wan?”

She didn’t understand what Obi Wan had to do with any of this, but she shook her head. “Because you’re going to hurt everyone.” She felt her heartbeat pick up, “Please, just stop this and come back. Come back with me!” She walked closer to him, “I love you!”

He walked past her, “Liar!” She looked over to where she noticed him glaring and gasped as she saw Obi Wan standing there.

He began to walk down to them and she looked back to Anakin, “No.”

She walked backwards as he came towards her, “You’re with him!” He knew why Obi Wan would be here. There was only one reason for him to be. “You brought him here to kill me!”

“No!” His hand lifted and she felt her throat begin to close up and up brought her hands to her neck, as if she was choking.

“Let her go, Anakin.”

Her voice was barely audible as she softly said his name, “Anakin.”

“Let. Her. Go.”

And Anakin did. But not because Obi Wan asked her to. But because he realized that he was hurting Y/N. He watched as she fell. He turned to Obi Wan, “You turned her against me!”

“You have done that yourself.”

He began to pace and then shed himself of his cloak. Sensing that this was going to lead into a fight. “You will not take her from me!”

Obi Wan shed himself of his own cloak, causing Anakin to see he was right. “Your anger and your lust for power have already done that.” And unknown to Anakin, Obi Wan wasn’t speaking or thinking clearly. He was speaking through his own pain and anger. The pain and anger that was both to himself and to Anakin. Obi Wan walked around Anakin, “You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind, until now,” He stopped, unsure if he should say. For maybe if he didn’t he could save him. But Obi Wan knew that he had to. He had to tell Anakin the truth. “Until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

Anakin began to circle Obi Wan, “Don’t lecture me, Obi Wan. I see through the lies of the Jedi. I do not fear the dark side as you do.” Anakin turned away from Obi Wan as he kneeled down to check Y/N's pulse and make sure she was alright. “I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.”

Obi Wan stood back up and looked at Anakin in confusion, “Your new Empire?”

“Don’t make kill you.”

Obi Wan tried. He tried so hard to ignore the pain that went through him as he heard those words. “Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!”

“If you’re not with me,” He started to turn his head, but Anakin realized that if he looked at Obi Wan, he would instantly fold. That he would instantly break. “Then you’re my enemy.”

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” Obi Wan unwillingly reached for his saber. He didn’t wish to kill his former Padawan. His friend. His brother. “I will do what I must.” Including trying to convince him to return to the light.

Anakin smirked as he heard the click of Obi Wan removing his saber from its holster. “You will try.” He heard Obi Wan ignite his lightsaber and Anakin reached for his, ignited it and flipped over to Obi Wan.

Their lightsabers clashed against one another. So similar in color, but so different in use. Obi Wan wondered if Anakin had based his own saber after his. Blade-to-blade the men were identical. But in fighting they were the opposite. It was rather unfortunate though. They both knew how the other fought. And just as Anakin had Obi Wan next to a drop, Obi Wan moved and got out. Their lightsabers still hitting each other. Anakin kicked Obi Wan back in order to give himself the upper hand. It didn’t work as well as he had hoped it would, but it did throw Obi Wan off-balance so Anakin was able to get a blow in with him barely able to block it.

Anakin kept pushing Obi Wan backwards and they were heading towards the conference room where the dead bodies of Gunray and Tambor still lay. Just before entering, Obi Wan tried to grab and twist Anakin’s arm to make him release his saber, but he caught on and was quick to stop it. They kept pushing the other, sabers hitting the control panels. 

Obi Wan eventually caused Anakin’s saber to fly out of his hand, but unfortunately for Obi Wan, Anakin got close to him and slammed his gloved hand to his throat. His other hand was held tightly on Obi Wan’s wrist, causing him to be unable to move his lightsaber. He pushed his friend down until he was against the table. He wasn’t sure if it was a “fuck you” or an “I’m sorry” that was mouthed from his lips, but it didn’t matter which it was as they both were true to Anakin. But unfortunately for him, Obi Wan still had control of his legs and he used the position he was in to kick Anakin, pushing him back.

And so Anakin, being Anakin, quickly got up and kicked Obi Wan back as well. But he miscalculated and fell as well. Neither had their saber for the moment so it became a physical match. Until Obi Wan had Anakin down, he was quick to pull for his lightsaber, but Anakin was as well. Their lightsabers flew into their hands and as Obi Wan was going to make a blow to Anakin, Anakin lifted his saber up to block it. It was more difficult than normal for him due to the position he was in, but Anakin still succeeded and was able to push Obi Wan back enough to where he could stand. 

They kept hitting their lightsabers against each other until Obi Wan brought his hand in order to force push Anakin. But Anakin was doing the same thing. So they both stood there, neither of them able to push hard enough to cause the other to break. Unknown to them, or maybe it was known but neither wanted to admit it, it was because neither of them wanted to hurt the other. Eventually, they both flew back due to the recoil of the Force. Both falling on control panels on opposite sides of the room.

Anakin was quick to get up and he jumped across the table to get to Obi Wan. Their lightsabers clashed and fell onto one of the panels, causing a malfunction and the shields to fall down. They both knew it was bad news, but chose to ignore it. Their lightsabers clashed onto a panel to open the door and as it opened, Obi Wan walked back. They were out in the open hall and both felt the heat from the lava below them. Anakin knew that Obi Wan was slightly distracted for that moment and he used it. He kicked his leg up, hitting Obi Wan’s face. Obi Wa recoiled and Anakin marched towards him.

Anakin pushed Obi Wan again, causing him to have to jump onto a beam. Anakin was quick to jump down too and follow him. Of course, they both were careful as they stood on it for neither wanted to fall down to the lava. They tried to keep their balance as they clashed their lightsabers together. But Obi Wan knew that if they were to misstep, one would fall and then Obi Wan would lose his chance to convince Anakin. However, just as Obi Wan was about to fall, he noticed a walkway to his side. He was quick to jump down, he knew Anakin would follow him so he was ready for the lightsaber to come and blow against his.

They fought against each other, holding the other one. It was like it used to be when they would spar or even play fight. They both tried to pretend that it was that. They both wished it was. That all of this was just them sparring or even play fighting. Just as they used to do. Both wished that all of this was some messed up nightmare that they would soon awake from. Both wished that Obi Wan would be able to convince Anakin to come back to the Light Side.

They got out of the clothes grips and continued to fight each other. But both knew they had to run as fast as they could as lava spewed onto the walkway they were on. They went into the covered hall that the walkway connected to. For a moment, Anakin tried to reach out of Obi Wan, to make sure he was okay. But he didn’t. He fought everything in him to not do it.

After a moment, they both ran back onto the walkway, trying to make it to the other side in order to not be stranded. But they didn't make it and it began to fall. And for a moment, as it fell, Obi Wan reached for Anakin. But he realized Anakin was too far down. He kept his eyes trained on him to make sure he didn’t fall. They both struggled to stay on the, now vertical, walkway. With their lightsabers in one hand, they  used the other to stay up. Anakin slowly began to pull himself up to be closer to Obi Wan. Once close enough, he began to fight him again. Once that happened, Obi Wan fought back and climbed. 

He tried to show Anakin that he was slowing down. That he was not wanting to fight Anakin very much anymore. He had felt it. Back when they slowed as the lava coated the walkway. He felt Anakin reaching for him. 

Obi Wan looked out and noticed that they were heading for a plummet. He wanted to warn Anakin, but he knew that there would be no time. He saw the wire that was hanging and he used it to move around. He noticed Anakin doing the same and as they passed one another, they clashed their lightsabers against one another again. But this time, Obi Wan saw it. The fear in Anakin’s eyes. It was brief. But it was there.

As he swung to the other side, Obi Wan noticed there were still pieces of metal that the shields still worked on. He let go of the wire and jumped on one. And as he turned, fear struck through his entire body. The walkway was falling and Anakin hadn't jumped down. No. Obi Wan wouldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t. He knew that there was a chance to save Anakin. He stumbled back slightly, until he saw Anakin come flipping over. He landed on a droid not far from Obi Wan.

As Anakin came closer, the more Obi Wan didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to fight him anymore. Obi Wan refused to make any of the blows and all he did was block them. Once Anakin stopped sending the blows, Obi Wan looked at him. All that he saw was an angry, scared, and confused kid. Something that was exactly who Anakin was. 

He knew this was his one chance to talk to him. Convince him to stay. Show him that it would all be okay. Maybe not at that moment. Maybe not within a few weeks. But eventually. “I have failed you Anakin! But not as a Master or as a friend, but as a brother! I promised that I would keep you safe and always be there for you.”

“I should have known that the Jedi were plotting to take over!”

“Anakin, I should have told you! Not that the Jedi were plotting to take our but that we sensed there was a plot to destroy the Jedi! I should have defended you while in those blasted meetings! Told Masters Windu and Yoda that you needed to know! I am sorry! I should have made it clear that I do not care about you and Y/N! That you could have come to me about this! I am sorry for pushing you away! I allowed myself to be blinded by what I thought the Jedi always had to be that caused me to lose you!”

He saw as Anakin faltered, “No! You-you’re lying! You’re messing with me!”

“I’m not! Anakin, please, come back! I cannot lose you as I have lost Satine and Qui Gon. Please Anakin, please don’t make me lose you! Don’t allow Y/N to lose you! We can figure out a way to save her, together!”

“Y/N won’t want me!” He choked out.

“Yes she will, Anakin! She will! We both know she will! She loves you more than anything, you may have to give her time, but she will always come back to you!” He saw as Anakin thought, “Please Anakin. We can take Palpatine down together!”

“I will be arrested for this! I have betrayed the Republic and the Jedi!”

“I will defend you! If they cast you out, I will go with you! I won’t allow you to go through what we forced Ahsoka to go through!” Obi Wan knew that if it wasn’t for the lava, tears would be pricking his eyes. “Please Anakin, just trust me one last time. Please brother.”

Anakin jumped over and landed on the same thing Obi Wan was on. His lightsaber was no longer ignited. His head was hung low. Obi Wan carefully took the saber out of his hand and was quick as he wrapped his arms around him. He listened as he heard Anakin’s sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry Obi Wan. I was weak. I-I failed you.”

“No Anakin, you didn’t. I’m the one who failed. I didn’t show you what you needed. It’s my fault.” He pulled away, “We need to go. I sense something is not right.” He held on to Anakin as he jumped across the lava river and ran to where Y/N had been. 

When they got there, R2 was beeping frantically. DB was walking down to them, “Kenobi, Skywalker, we have Y/N on board. Please hurry.” They walked onto the platform and Anakin tried to ignore the fact that he saw DB’s hand going into a fist. “We should leave soon, we need to get Y/N somewhere safe.”

Obi Wan patted DB’s shoulder and Anakin was silent as he walked past the droid. Since Obi Wan was the first in, he was the first to Y/N, he placed a hand on her shoulder and Anakin stood behind him. He was scared of what her reaction would be if she saw him. “Obi Wan?” Her voice was soft as if she was barely there, “Is Anakin alright?”

Obi Wan looked back at Anakin who stood there frozen. He was scared to walk closer to her. Scared to touch her. But when Obi Wan gave him a reassuring nod, Anakin did. The two swapped places and Anakin took Y/N's hand. She had already lost consciousness again so she just stirred. He carefully leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. He ignored the small jolt as they made the jump to Hyperspace as he stood next to her. She looked so...peaceful. He wondered if she was dreaming. If she was, what was she dreaming of? He moved a piece of hair from her face, he hoped that when she fully woke up, she would forgive him for what he had done. That she would understand that he did it all for her. All of this...pain and suffering that he has caused in the past few hours was only to save her.

He hadn’t noticed them coming out of Hyperspace so he was surprised when Obi Wan came back to them. “Anakin? We’re landing on Polis Massa. There’s medical droids here that can tend to her. Senators Organa and Amidala are here. As well as Master Yoda.” Anakin’s head snapped to Obi Wan when he heard the last person. “Master Yoda knows that you mean no harm. I have no idea what he is going to say, but just know that I will defend you no matter what he says.”

Anakin nodded, “I just have one request. Can I be the one to carry her down? Please. I-I need to do this. I can’t explain why.” He assumed it was to prove that he meant no harm. That he just wanted to save her.

Obi Wan nodded and as they heard the hiss of the door opening, Anakin carefully lifted Y/N into his arms and carried her off the ship. Bail and Padmé were running over to them. Bail placed a soft hand on Anakin’s shoulder, “We’ll take her to the medical center. Quickly.” Anakin moved as fast as he was able to without jostling her. 

Once there, they were quick to change her into a thin white gown and place her onto a table so the medical droids could take care of her. Anakin stood next to Bail, Padmé, and Obi Wan with Yoda standing in front of them. Usually to ease the tension at a time like this, Anakin would crack a joke about Yoda’s height, even if it was just to Padmé and Obi Wan, but he just couldn’t. Not this time.

One of the droids slowly flew out to them, “She’s perfectly healthy for the most part. But to keep her and the babies alive, we need to cause her to go into labor as it could be the only way for her to survive.” Babies? But Anakin thought that there was only one. Did she know this and just not tell him? But the other thing was, he hadn’t really heard of ‘forcing her to go into labor’ before. Was it even safe? Could it kill her?

And it seemed as if Obi Wan was reading his mind as his question imitated the ones in Anakin’s mind. “Is it dangerous?”

“Not at all. It is very common for women to have to go through it as it can increase the chances of survival for both the mother and child, or in this case, children. The only downside is that we do not have anything for her to ease the pain.”

Anakin sighed, “It’s fine. Just do what you have to do in order to guarantee survival.”

The droid gave a nod of acknowledgement and went back in. Anakin stayed outside, scared to go in. It was a few moments of silence until Y/N let out a cry of pain. But Anakin stayed put, still unsure if she wanted him there. That was until he heard her call out his name. That was when he was quick to run to her side. He placed a gentle hand above her head and a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He whispered to her. 

She kept letting out cries of pain until eventually, those cries of pain were drowned out by the cries of a baby. When those cries came, her own turned to sobs as the tears fell from her eyes. The medical droid carried the baby over to them and mentioned that it was a boy. Y/N sighed and her voice was soft and weak, but he still was able to make out what she said. “Luke.” It was what they had planned to name the child if it was a boy. He hoped the other was a girl so that they wouldn’t have to come up with a name on the spot. He turned his attention to the droid and was careful as they placed the small child into his arms. Anakin wasn’t sure what to do so he carefully moved to show Luke to Y/N. She weakly lifted an arm and caressed Luke’s cheek. “Oh Luke.” He heard her murmur and he could tell she was going to say something but she began to cry in pain again. He hated this for he could do nothing to ease her pain. But just as before, her cries fell into small sobs. This time the droid said it was a girl. Her voice, still soft as a quiet, “Leia.” Fell from her lips. 

Anakin carefully handed Luke to Y/N as he saw her reaching for him. Once Luke was securely in Y/N's arms, he took Leia into his. It was a peaceful moment. He was unsure of how to feel. He was happy for here he was, holding one of his children while Y/N laid by him holding his other child. She was okay. She was breathing. She was alive. For once, his nightmare didn’t come true. And he couldn’t have been more grateful. But on the other hand, he was scared. Scared for what he had just done. What everyone would think of him because of it. He turned and looked over at the others. 

And it seemed as if Padmé could read his mind as she walked over to him and carefully took Leia out of his arms. He was quiet as he walked out of the room. Even as he walked out of the facility. He walked quickly as he went out and back to Y/N's ship. He knew Obi Wan was following him and he didn’t care. He silently sat down at one of the chairs and held his head in his hands. He was cold and scared. He was reminded of how cold it was in space. That you only feel warmth when with the ones you love. And then that cold caused him to be scared as it caused him to think about what was happening around him. Obi Wan silently sat across from him. Neither said a word as they sat there. Both of them sat there with their heads down. At some point Anakin lifted his some, only enough to be looking at Obi Wan and Obi Wan moved to have his attention fully at Anakin.

But when Obi Wan looked at the person in front of him, he didn’t see the grown and scared 22 year old. No. He saw the scared and cold 9 year old boy from Tatooine. He didn’t see the person who Anakin had become these past 13 years or even 13 hours. He saw the boy Anakin was when they met. The scared and unsure boy who left everything he had known. And that was what fully showed him that hope wasn’t lost. That he didn’t make the wrong choice. That Anakin was still Anakin. 

So he made the first move and spoke. “Anakin, is everything alright?”

Anakin shook his head and whispered out a hoarse, “No.”

“Do you wish to talk about it?”

He shook his head again. “Not yet. Please. I just...I want to believe that all of this is real. That if I walk back into that building, Y/N will still be there. Waiting for me. That this all isn’t some dream and she isn’t actually okay.”

Obi Wan placed a comforting hand on Anakin’s knee, “I promise you that the moment you walk back into there, she will still be there. Waiting for you. If anything, she’s probably worried about you as you practically ran off. And we both know that if she had the strength, she would have followed us out here and she would be holding you tightly in her arms and telling you how much she loves you.” Anakin let out a small laugh. He knew that Obi Wan was right. He knew that he really had nothing to fear. But he still did. He still feared that something was going to happen to her. Obi Wan moved to sit next to Anakin, “Things may not become perfect straight away, but they will, eventually. Through time and patience. And I know that she will be with you, every step of the way.”

And Obi Wan was right. She was with him every step of the way. Even though the times when the darkness came back and he nearly fell. Through the nights where he could hardly sleep because of nightmares. Through the ups and downs of parenthood. Through everything. Because there was one thing Y/N would never allow Anakin to do. And that was to go through anything alone. And she meant it. It was one promise that she never intended to break. And she never did.

[willinglyghoulified]

Good news and bad(ish?) news.

The good news is that I got my AO3 account set up successfully and I've learned a little about how to navigate the site! So my fanfics will be available there within the following weeks when I get time to transfer them over.

The bad news is that work has me so tired and burnt out that it may be a while before I finish the current chapter in book 3 of my Fallout 4 fanfic or the current chapter in my Fallout New Vegas fanfic.

I wrote a bit of a blog in case anyone woud like to read, but it's mostly me rambling about life updates in general. Anywho, I'll keep y'all posted. ♥ Thank you to everyone who is reading/voting on my stories on Wattpad, also!

I had a migraine for the first time in a long time tonight, brought on by the dust and shit in the warehouse that has been irritating my sinuses. I'm fighting off a sinus infection before it gets worse. We had an extra day off for Labor Day but suffered for it the following week when we worked 12 1/2 hours straight the very next day. The following days were two 10 hour days and a 9 1/2 hour day.

Aside from work and writing, my husband has decided that he would like to take up streaming because his favorite hobby has always been gaming and he hasn't really done anything like that before. So I've been maneuvering furniture around and buying some things for him like a desk and monitor and whatnot so that he can have his own office. :) I'm excited for both him and me because all I can manage to do lately is boot up my PlayStation or Xbox, so streaming may be in the near future for me as well. I'll definitely keep everyone updated if something like that happens, because I may do more than gaming. I'm thinking crochet tutorials, speed drawings, write-with-me's, etc.

Anyways, I miss you, mutuals, and I'm glad I got to blog a little bit before crashing. This is the first time I've opened my laptop in days, and it feels weirdly nice to just type on the keyboard.

[scorbleeo]

Book Chat: Red Thorns

Thorns Duet (Book 1) by Rina Kent

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A bet turned into a disaster.

Sebastian Weaver is the star quarterback and the college’s heartthrob. Rich. Handsome. Bastard. Everyone’s attention flocked toward him and all the girls dreamed to be with him. Not me. At least, not until he made a move on me. See, I thought I was stronger than Sebastian’s charms. I thought I could survive being his target. I thought wrong. Little did I know that he will make my most twisted fantasies come true. Fantasies I didn’t know existed…

Source: Goodreads (2021)

Felt A Little Dragged Out

Took a break from reviewing Kent's books because, well, I have a feeling my thoughts and opinions are muddling together. It is hard to separate what I think about the individual books while reading them, knowing that they are in the same world setting and that the characters are related one way or another.

Anywho, on to Red Thorns. The first thought I had upon finishing this book was wonder the meaning behind this title. So far in all of Kent's works, I could obviously see why the title was chosen and as much as I have some criticisms, Kent does an excellent job titling her books. Not this though, I do not see the link between red thorns and this book. A small issue, really, I'm just really peeved I don't see it yet.

Moving on, I like the premise of Red Thorns. Unlike many of Kent's couples, Naomi and Sebastian are not childhood friends and they were not acquainted at a young age. Also unlike many of her other couples, I liked that innocent crush in the beginning, it felt different in the dark world of Rina Kent books. Additionally, I really liked that Sebastian's feelings for Naomi was not thrown in my face right from page one. Although I know for a fact Sebastian already knew of Naomi before that first encounter or the dare, I liked the push and pull here. Last but not least, near the ending of the book when Naomi was truly angry and upset, I appreciated that Kent actually let Naomi keep Sebastian at arm's length because she felt betrayed by him. The one thing I never actually liked about Kent's writing is the way she always let her female characters give in despite their anger, like where is the backbone ladies? Not with Naomi though, she had a little more backbone than some others.

So you see, I really do like what was given to me in this book. Unfortunately, the plot got stagnant around the middle of Red Thorns. The same thing was going on, nothing new popped up and the dare sure took its own sweet time making a reappearance. Honestly, this book could have been a good hundred pages shorter.

Before I end this, I need to articulate again, I really don't like Kent's smut. The dirty talk I can handle, there are worse and more cringe-y ones out there. However, the sex, it always lacks something, like intensity or tension. I have read a handful of Kent's books and I only really enjoy a small fraction of the smut she wrote. I sincerely do hope she gets better with her smut.

Rating: ★★★☆☆

More on Rina Kent's works here: Ruthless Empire (Royal Elite, #6) | Reign of a King (Kingdom Duet, #1)

[kageyuji]

it’s ok sometimes i forget i even sent an ask LOLOL

i’m okay though, school gets me tired soo fast but also i started stardew valley recently and i keep going back to it (unfortunately). how’s ur senior going for u so far?

—hacker

lol its also possible that tumblr eats it. its been so long since ive been chronically active on tumblr, idek if thats still an issue on tumblr or not lol.

stardew valley tho omg,, i finally married sebastian and then i just havent played again HAHA shit was so annoying though, i stg i got him to ten hearts on the fiRST DAY OF WINTER and then it didnt rain until like the last week of spring so i couldnt buy the stupid marriage thing </3 i need to either finish that world or make a new one though haha. its like minecraft to me i swear; ill get really into it unhealthily for a week or two and then not touch it for a week.

and my senior year has been good! i have somewhat easy classes this year save for pre-calc my behated but the good news is i thought i made a 63 and actually made a 73 bc she wrote it wrong 💀 anywho i love love love my eng professor he has decided that he likes me methinks so he gives me good grades lol.

how about you, how has school been? :D

[bloody-peach]

An excerpt from my upcoming Trigun fanfic series

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Okay so I made a post on my personal blog about my version of 'creature vash'. I decided to incorporate that into the fanfic and wrote a little part about it. I'll put this somewhere in the fanfic, not sure where or when, but it'll be in there.

Some notes, Nova is my OC and she is partners in crime with Vash and they're very close best friends. They have nicknames for each other, Vash calls her Angel, Nova calls him Blondie. Anywho, enjoy!

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Nick and I stood in front of Vash's door. "Blondie? Is something wrong?" Nothing. I started to feel a bit worried as I looked at Nick. I decided to enter the room by myself, opening the door and cautiously walking inside. "Vash? Are you okay? Va--?" Before I could finish saying his name, the door slams shut behind me, a wash of fear suddenly coming over me. "Nova!" Nick exclaimed. That's when a figure pinned me against the door, trapping me with its arms. I look and it was Vash in his creature form, but his eyes were now back to normal.

"Oh..Angel...I..I'm sorry. I...I can't come out.. I've been stuck like this for a while. I know it should go away in the morning, but...I'm still scared..." I could hear the fear and panic in his voice, like someone having a panic attack. He was genuinely scared, and I could tell why. He was scared of being stuck in this form and everyone being so terrified of him, they'd leave him. I say as I cup his cheeks with my hands, "Whatever happens, I'll stay by your side. I'm not going anywhere.." Vash looked at me, surprised as tears formed in his eyes. "Really...?" He asked, tearfully. I smile, "Of course, Blondie. We're partners. We promised to stick together no matter what. And I can't leave you scared and all alone when you need me." Tears poured down Vash's face as I finished my sentence and he rested his forehead on mine, saying softly, "Angel...Thank you..." I caress his cheek with my thumb, wiping away some tears.

"So...should I call for help or..?" I heard Nick on the other side of the door. Vash immediately had the panicked look back on his face, he couldn't let Nick see him like this. I turned my head toward the door and said, "No, it's alright. Vash had the window open, so the wind shut the door." "Ok..and what about you?" "I'm fine, Nick. Vash isn't feeling well, so I'll look after him tonight. He should be okay in the morning. You let the others know. Goodnight." "Alright then. Night." And with that, Nick walked off. I turned back to Vash, saying, "Okay, he's gone. Now let's head to bed." Vash nodded as I took his hand.

I laid in bed with Vash, holding him as he clung to me and cried in my chest. It was like he was a kid who had a nightmare and I was his teddy bear. I gently petted his hair to comfort him. I remembered the very first time I saw this side of Vash. We were being chased by two gunslingers when we were walking by their camp and they recognized Vash, deciding they wanted to catch him for his bounty. During the ordeal, I got shot in the arm and that's when something happened to Vash. I saw him morph into this creature, this inhuman thing with fangs and white hair and black eyes. The next thing I knew, the gunslingers were nothing but piles of meat. The creature looked at me, but I was too scared to notice he wasn't angry anymore. My instincts told me to run, and I did. I ran as far as my feet could take me.

After a while, the sun started to set. I stopped and rested by a large rock. Once I finished patching up my arm, I thought about what the hell that thing was and how I was so scared. But then...I remembered that it was still Vash under there, and I had just abandoned him. I broke our promise... At that moment, I just started to cry. I felt horrible for doing that to Vash and I wished that I could see him again.. That's when I heard someone else crying behind the rock. I carefully looked behind the rock and as if by magic, there he was. Vash was back to his old self, sitting on the sand, hugging his knees to his chest as he cried. I slowly walked up to him and he turned to me, his eyes red from tears. I immediately started to cry again and in that instant, we wrapped our arms around each other and hugged each other so tightly as we cried. I can still hear our tear-filled voices uttering out multiple 'I'm sorry's.

As we laid in the bed together, I held Vash closer to me as I kept petting his hair, which was starting to turn back to blonde. His hand turned back to normal and his fangs disappeared. I smiled, happy he was back. But even if he didn't, I'd still stay with him.

'I won't abandon you ever again, Vash', I thought. 'I promise...'

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[i-revolve-around-you]

I think it's about time I wrote a proper introduction post

Hey y'all, welcome to my blog! I'm a tumblr veteran but decided to start over on a new account recently. Why? Your guess is as good as mine.

🎵 the basics 🎵

nick ~ 28 ~ he/him ~ bi ~ white author ~ musician ~ gamer ~ nerd multi-fandom/shitposting this blog will be (mostly) SFW, but i still would rather not have minors following me. i just prefer interacting with adults, sorry. it's not personal. my likes, however, will be N/SFW, so be warned

my messages and ask box are always open! feel free to hit me up!

more info (including other links, and a list of fandoms/things i like) under the cut

tags: my ramblings | my face

🤩 a bit more about me 🤩

heya! the name's nick. i've been on tumblr since like...2011 or so? i was really big into it in my college years (2012-2017) but after The Great Tumblr Porn Ban of 2017 I've sorta been drifting in an out. When The Great Twitter Debacle of 2022 happened, I decided to migrate back on a new account so I could start fresh.

this account was immediately suspended because of my side-blog. which was a bit too unsafe for work for tumblr's guidelines ig 🙄 not mentioning that they had just recently updated their policy and everything i was posting was PERFECTLY FINE under them but w/e

so i started another one lmao and that's the one that you're looking at right now! my other account has since been restored but at that point I was already situated over here so like. whatever i guess. lol

i'm currently 28, and bisexual. semi-recently out of the closed as bi, actually. for years i identified as gay, but over time i started realizing "actually...i do kinda like girls?" i still identified as "gay" cuz it was easier than saying "so like i'm bi-sexual but mostly homo-romantic but also maybe potentially demi-sexual but only when it comes to real people?" then around 2020 it just kinda clicked with me, and the label of "bisexual" just felt right

anywho you didn't come here for my full life story. here's just a little bit more about me:

i'm a total nerd. i love video games, playing Yugioh, DND (just starting to get into that one), etc. i'm a writer. i've written several fanfics (some of which i'm really proud of, some of which i'm...less), and have a goal of one day publishing a novel (my main genre is YA contemporary with queer themes and characters). i'm a musician. i actually got my bachelor's degree in music (BA in Music). my main instrument is drums/percussion, but i'm learning a bit of guitar and can play a little bit of piano. i'm also a composer/songwriter, though haven't been writing as much these days. if i write anything cool i'll be sure to post it here!

🎭 the artist formerly known as 🎭

previous account: @excuuuseme-princess other previous urls: musicdork, sincerely-whelmed, futuremehatesme, @nickplayswhat, @spearfeld, among others, probably

🔍 other places to find me 🔎

tumblr sideblog (N/SFW, seriously be warned): @fadingfast1 twitter: @libromancerfire n/sfw twitter (again...be warned): @whatifitspriv tiktok: @libromancer_fireburst ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/darkjaden825698

⚔ fandoms/things i like ⚔

Books 📚

Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Orphan X series by Gregg Hurwitz

Darius the Great is Not Okay / Darius the Great Deserves Better by Adib Khorram

TV shows 📺

Arrowverse (especially Legend of Tomorrow [r.i.p. 😢])

Doctor Who

Travelers

Manifest

Movies 📽

Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse

Love, Simon

Cartoons/Anime 🍞

Yu-Gi-Oh! (DM, GX, 5Ds, ZeXal, Arc-V, currently watching VRAINS and Sevens, have yet to start Go-Rush)

Code Lyoko*

Video Games 🎮

Resident Evil (played all mainline games, some spinoffs, faves are RE2make, Village, and Revelations 2, Ethan Winters is my husband)

Horizon (Zero Dawn, Forbidden West)

Persona (mostly 3 and 5, still need to finish 4, but Kanji is bae)

Fire Emblem (have played all except FE1, 2, 3, and about halfway through 5 but keep losing interest, Engage was FANTASTIC, but Ike is my favorite character)

Zero Escape (999, VLR, ZTD, Sigma Klim is my husband)

Life is Strange (particularly LiS2, but I love them all)

The Legend of Zelda

Golden Sun*

Music Artists 🎼

Paramore

Neck Deep

The Wonder Years*

Other

Yu-Gi-Oh! TCG

*fandoms/media I was once very involved in, but not as much anymore, still enjoy though fandoms/media i consider to be some of my faves/am very active in will (try and remember to) update as new things become relevant to me lmfaoo

[pellucid-constellations]

hiya! i just want to say that your writing is literally amazing and oh my god i love you so much!!! also you are so fucking talented i wish i was like you 🥺🥺 i had some questions about writing that i have always really wanted to ask you (coming from an amateur writer). you totally don’t have to answer these by the way!!

- when did you start writing?

- how long did it take to get the following you have now?

- how long does it usually take to create a fic?

- how do you stay motivated with writing?

- what app do you use to write?

- if you wrote while in school, how did you juggle that (because im STRUGGLING!!)

- how do you create your ideas?

- when did your write your first smut?

- do you focus on a specific word count goal?

- how do you navigate the SPACING ON THIS APP BECAUSE I FIND IT SO ANNOYING!!

- do you have any advice for a small writer like me?

anywho, i hope this isn’t too invasive or too much to ask! you’re just one of my favourite writers and i really want to produce better writing like you 🥺 i love you so much and i hope you have the most amazing today and even better tomorrows!!! xoxo -🐞

Hi! I would be more than happy to answer your questions :)) I'll make a little list under the cut! ♡ If anyone has anything else to add, feel free!

I wrote my first ever fic last year in June. I'd never written anything before that! (Other than this tiny, 800 word spn thing back in 2012 that I never posted anywhere haha)

It took me a year to get where I am right now. My one-year anniversary for posting content on this blog is tomorrow, actually! :)

It depends on the fic. Oneshots usually take me a few hours, but series take me weeks! I don't usually keep oneshots as WIPs unless I'm really struggling with it/don't like it too much

Staying motivated can be really tough for me sometimes. I like to ask others for inspo or encouragement if I need it (so it's good to make friends!!), or make playlists to get me going!! If you don't feel motivated though, don't force it! Motivation comes and goes and that's normal!

I use google docs for writing fics. When I transfer onto Tumblr though, I paste the fic into my notes app first to keep formatting and then copy from there (thanks @wkemeup for that tip!!)

I did write in school, and I'll continue to when I start graduate school! I'm going to be honest, juggling the two isn't always the easiest. I tried to think of writing as a hobby that I got to do once I finished whatever I had in my planner, and that helped a bit! (but I def wrote at times I really shouldn't have though lol)

Ideas come to me at weird times!! While I'm driving a lot. Most of the time, my fics come from one specific scene I have in my head, and then I make a story around that. I make an outline for series, but for oneshots I sorta just start writing it and let it come to me lol. I find that's the best way for me to work :)

I've only written smut twice, and I don't get too in-depth (I use it more as a plot device). But my first was back in October for my baseball!bucky series.

For series, I try to have a word count goal for each chapter, but I'm trying not to place such an emphasis on that. During my last series, I was insistent on making my chapters each at least 5k, and it burned me OUT 😅 I've learned that you don't always need a ton of words :)

Hmm what do you mean by spacing?? If you mean like post formatting, I could help with that!

Advice!! I think having a good group of mutuals/friends makes the experience here on Tumblr so much better, especially for writers. It's always nice to have those people to bounce ideas off of or ask if something looks/sounds okay when you are starting off. Writing is lots more fun that way!! On another note, I know this is always so much easier in theory, but don't get discouraged! I'm always doubting myself and looking at notes as much as the next person, and that can just add unnecessary pressure. Write what makes you happy! Write when you feel like there's nothing else you'd want to do. It shouldn't feel like a chore or a competition :)

[taeyamayang]

okay pea, you got me 😔 i saw your event and kept meaning to enter it but i have remembered now and i am HERE for it 😤

(also wow i am just in awe of your writing skills and the ability you have to do this stuff consistently, i could NEVER you are so impressive 😩)

anywho, as i am requesting it looks like a drabble slot is open so that is what i would like 🤲 and the character i would like is Oikawa

plot is as follows (bit of personal rant incoming -sorry- it shouldn't be anything overly triggering, but worry about the future incoming)

i just graduated high school a little over a month ago (🥳) and while i am so excited to get out into the world i am also TERRIFIED and i have super high expectations for myself, none of which are being met and it's definitely hurting my self-esteem and self-worth. i look up to people like oikawa bc even though they struggle to get to where they want to be in life, they still seem to have direction, y'know? i have vauge ideas of what i want to do, but even those i can't reach immediately due to personal circumstances (mainly my mental health) and it's really starting to bother me.

so if i could have a scenario where oikawa and reader are just talking and he's able to reassure her that it's okay to take her time to figure out things and that she doesn't have to be out there being productive and at the top of her game 100% of the time for people to love and care about her?

(i also don't care if it's written romantic or platonic, but i am the world's biggest sucker for slow-burn friends-to-lovers so platonic with romantic undertones (if that makes sense) is just 😩👌👌👌)

hope this wasn't too long xoxo

take care of yourself pea, and i hope we can start chatting again like we used to :) 💞💞💞

ahhhh i was sooo thrilled to receive an entry from you! i am more than glad to be able to write for you :) i hope this makes you feel better and sorry for the delay! i made sure to finish all matchups first before doing the others. i will send you asks again so we can start chatting! i miss ya, hope you're doing well :)

ps: barely edited. i wrote this past midnight lmao goodnight

Perched right below an old century tree and on top of the hill overlooking the humble prefecture, the stretch of land with ant-like residents going by their day makes you feel insignificant. You are but a small percentage of the population. Your actions and decisions in life barely make any difference, you know that for sure, and yet you are worried of being aimless and useless.

"I got you both vanilla and chocolate 'cause I don't know what mood you are in right now. I remember you telling me before that the flavor you prefer varies in your mood," Oikawa notices his words quickly passing through your ears. A light scowl is on your forehead as you stare at the field below the hill. He asks, sitting next to you. "You okay?"

The slight bump of his arm against your skin snaps you back to reality. Right, it's summer after high school graduation. Oikawa and you had a silly deal of meeting each other every Wednesday at the start of summer. Why wednesday, you ask? The pretty boy argued that wednesday is the dullest day of the week and the only way to keep his energy up throughout the week is to meet you. It would have sounded romantic if only you're not best friends with him.

"I am thinking of strawberry or caramel." You give him a monotonous reply just to tease him but it turns out he failed to catch on your stunt as he instantly hurries to get on his feet.

"Oh, okay. I'll get that for you."

"No, Tooru." You stop him from getting up, a soft smile finally makes its way to your lips. "I was kidding. Vanilla or chocolate sounds good."

"You sure?" He cocks an eyebrow and you nod in reply. As he sits back comfortably on the dry grass, handing you the ice cream, without missing a beat, he questions. "Why the long face? Is there something wrong?"

"You're perceptive, aren't you?" That's one of the many things why Oikawa has you wrapped around his fingers. Many may know him as a great volleyball player but only a few gets to witness this side of him. He isn't selfish like how some would assume him to be, in fact he's the most selfless person you have met. He puts his concerns aside when he senses that the people closest to him are in a trouble state.

"We've known each other for years. It's easy to read you. I can do it with my eyes closed." He prides hence making you chuckle.

"Really? Do it." And Oikawa does it. He shuts his lids and turn his body to face you. His free hand lands on your shoulder then on top of your head. He mutters, "You are thinking of something... something very important. Am I right? I should be." His lids unravels and your eyes met with his'. A gentle smile pulls the corners of his mouth before he ruffles your hair. "Say it or forever hold your peace." He says, eyes darting to your ice cream cone. "And your ice cream is melting."

Your hand straightens your unruly hair before unwrapping the paper around the ice cream cone. In a hushed voice you asked. "How are you always so sure of what you want despite facing downfalls?"

"Downfalls? Like what?" His eyes wandering on the land below the hill.

"Like losing to Karasuno in the tournament. You have always wanted to win the nationals but you graduated without reaching your goal."

"Ouch." He dramatically cuts you off by clutching on to his chest.

"But you are back on your feet, unwavered by your defeat. How do you do that? How do you know which step to take after a loss?"

"Do you know what I do?" Oikawa side-eyes you, licking the remains of ice cream on his bottom lip. "Come, face me."

You oblige. You turn your body to face him and his tender eyes land on you. In your plain of sight you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. The soft rays of sunlight touching the ridges of his face and the gentle blow of the wind carrying the strands of his hair into a graceful piroutte compliments the breathtaking view on the hilltop. How wonderful it is to love a person as entrancing as him.

His fingertips lightly grazes on the skin on the side of your face as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear. He touches you like a vulnerable piece of art and he looks at you like a memento from the past. His mouth stretches into a reassuring smile, eyes never leaving you before bringing his hand to your forehead. And unexpectedly he flicks your forehead without mercy resulting you to tip your head back.

"Aw!" You rub the spot where his finger landed.

"I stop that. I stop my brain from overthinking the past; it is something I can't undo so why dwell on it? There are countless circumstances where in things don't go as planned, you know that, and in those moments I feel lost. I don't always know what to do next, who does anyway? But I am certain of one thing, volleyball. I know I want to continue playing but what comes out of it is still a mystery to me. We can't plan everything and expect everything to come true. You will only get disappointed if you think that way. Likewise, if you expect yourself to know everything all at once and be productive every single damned day, you will miss living life. Living life doesn't only mean planning and reaching your goals, it also means wednesdays and ice creams. If you look far ahead in the future, you will miss the joy of the present. Like how you're hanging out with a very handsome boy who is the best in volleyball, and how your ice cream tastes good." Without consent, he takes a big bite on your ice cream.

"Hm, that is delicious. I should get that next time." He finishes his rant by licking the softened ice cream on the cone he is holding. Opening up to a person has always been a struggle for you and often times you feel ashamed of letting someone into the corners of your disorderly thoughts; but with him, you're glad you let him break your walls.

As a revenge you take a bite on his ice cream hence taking him by surprise of the proximity between you the two of you. As you pull back to savor the sweetness of the sugar and cream and grinning at him triumphly like a kid. However, you catch a sight of a stock-still Oikawa.

"W-what?" You asks and he looks at you with wide eyes. His cheeks are powdered in light pink.

"I had a crazy thought." He replies.

"What is it?"

"I bit your ice cream and you did the same to me." He blinks once, brows meeting in the center.

"And?"

"That means we indirectly kissed." His statement sent your saliva to your windpipe rendering you to choke. Instantly, you feel the warmth of your body travel to your face and you're completely a mess in front of your friend. He has no idea how long you have been pinning on him and for him to say those words without a warning is cruel to your fragile heart.

You indirectly kissed him.

He didn't need to point it out. But holy shit you kissed him. Indirectly. That's the closest you can get to-

"Are you okay? I should buy a bottle water."

"I'm okay." You hold him down but still keeping your eyes away from him.

"You sure?" He asks and you stick out a thumb in response.

Once you have recovered from coughing your lungs out, you jokingly say, "If that's an indirect kiss then you took my first kiss."

"I don't mind taking your second." His smooth talk has you gripping on your emotional stability again. By instinct, you smack him on his shoulder. It is strong enough to topple the ice cream in his grip. Only the cone is left in his hand.

"My ice cream!" Oikawa screams peering at his food on the grass. "Why did you do that?!"

"You deserve it!" You scream back. Your hand gripping tightly around the cone it could almost break.

"I deserve it?!" He repeats your words, baffled as to why you made such claims.

"Y-you're clueless and I hate you for it!" You stutter between screams. Biting the insides of your cheeks, you pull yourself up to stand.

"You hate me?! Where are you going?!" He looks at you with a confused face.

"To buy a bottled water!" You stomp your way past him and he follows you through his eyes.

"I'll come with you." Before he is up on his feet you turn around to point at him. An expression Oikawa isn't sure of is plastered on your face. You are angry, he can tell that by the scowl on your forehead, but your entire face is crimson red not from anger but from something else.

"No! Stay there! Here, take my ice cream." You shove the cone to his chest and without much choice he takes it.

"I don't know what's going on. Why does this feel like a love quarrel from a famous romcom."

He mocks a line from the said movie, thus, sending more butterflies in your stomach. "Come on, babe, let's fix this."

"S-stop!" You gag.

"Oh, you don't like 'babe' as a term of endearment? How about love? Come here, my love. Sit with me and let's talk it through." He shoots a wink coupled with playful yet mischievous smile.

"You are so dumb! I-I..." You stutter and he fills in.

"You love me?"

"I hate you!" You finally storm out squeezing your cheeks with your palms.

"Our wednesday isn't over yet! Come back when you have cooled down." You hear him chuckle from a distance.

That's the thing being friends with the person you secretly have feelings for. He has no idea of the effect he has on you. The more so you are convinced not to confess. The chance of ruining your friendship with him is far greater than the opposite. There's no way Oikawa has feelings for you. He only sees you as a friend and it has always been that way. For now, you are contented of loving him from a far.

Maybe wednesdays with him is enough.

slow buuuurn omg i miss writing slow burns gsnsbsns not so fun fact, my previous works (the ones written before i made this blog) are all slow burns and it made me miss my old works!!

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