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writtenbymoonflower · 2 days

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I have a request for whenever you can get to it no rush what so ever 💕 So in therapy the reader is learning and growing but with that comes changing. So she kinda shuts down stops putting effort into her friends and Remus thinking that they won’t like the new her. Anyways he figures it out either her finally opening up or him just knowing her so well and just kinda reassures her that he will always be there.

thanks for requesting, hunny! Remus Lupin x fem!reader

cw: insecurity, hurt/comfort

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hey sweet girl, i’m going to stop round your house to grab something if that’s okay? xx.

This was the text that sent you into panic. You had known you were pushing your limits, but this was all too soon.

There were two parts of the text that made your skin prickle. The first was the “I’m going to grab something.” It had been so long since the two of you had spent any quality time together, so long that he felt the need to take some of the essentials he had left over back.

The second part was the fact he felt he had to ask permission. He had a key to your place, as you did his. You both had an open-door policy, oftentimes turning up out of no-where.

Thankfully, you didn’t have much time to stew before you heard your door creaking open. You drew your feet up onto the couch with you, knees up to your chest, subconsciously guarding yourself.

“Hey, dovey.” He rounded the couch, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Hi.” You said, shyly. “What are you getting? I can grab it for you.” You looked down at your fidgeting hands.

“That’s okay.” His hand was still on your face, thumb gently stroking at your jaw. “I’ll get it later. I want to talk to you first.” He sat down on the couch, turning to face you. You felt your blood run cold, but you tried to remain stoic.

“Oh. Yeah, of course.” You said quietly. You kept picking your nails. You heard Remus take a deep breath.

“Can you look at me, please?” Even though he was likely going to completely shatter you with his words, he was still speaking gently enough to make your eyes burn. You turned your body to face him, but you didn’t meet his eyes.

“What’s up?” You struggled out.

“I was about to ask you the same thing, dovey.” He said gently. That surprised you.

“W-what?”

“Come on, darling. You’ve been avoiding me. I want to know why.” He said, pulling your hands apart and into his lap. “You know you can tell me anything. I just-” He pressed his lips together. “It hurts. And it worries me. I know you’ve been... Working on things lately. Not sure why you feel the need to hide from me.” Distaste slipped into his tone.

“I’m sorry.” You said shamefully, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “I wasn’t trying to be mean.”

“You’re not mean, baby dove. I’m just worried.” His voice was terribly gentle. “I just want you to let me in.”

You breathed out a shaky breath. “I’m just-” You squeezed his hand. “I’m just really worried about the future, you know?” You quickly glanced up at his face, the love in them being too much. You looked back down at your joined hands.

“Yeah? What about the future, honey?” He coaxed. Your walls collapsed like a house of cards.

“Do you think I’m changing, Rem” If your bluntness surprised him he didn’t show it.

“Well, yeah. Probably. But it’s not a bad thing.” He stroked the inside of your wrist gently. I don’t expect you to stay the exact same, that wouldn’t be fair. I’m sure I’ve changed too.”

“But what if you-” You cut yourself off.

“What if what, darling?” He ducked his head, trying to see your face. “You can tell me.”

“What if you don’t like me anymore?” Your deepest insecurities were spilling out. Through your mouth, and now through your eyes. You blinked hard but tears still spilled out.

“Sweetheart,” Remus sounded miserable. “Look at me.” He placed a large hand under your jaw, forcing your watery eyes to meet his warm brown ones. He wiped at the tears trickling down your cheeks.

“What if I’m not the person you fell in love with anymore?” You placed one hand around his wrist, holding his hand against your face, desperate for comfort.

“No, you’re better. All I want is for you to be happy. If being happier changes you, then I want those changes.” He grabbed your other hand and pulled you into a hug. He pressed your face into his neck, smoothing his hand up and down your back. “It doesn’t change a damn thing between us. You’re still m’ sweet girl. I still love you to bits and fucking pieces. Okay?”

“Okay.” You said wetly. You pulled out of his neck to look at him and he pressed a long kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Rem.”

“I love you too. And I’ll love every version of you.” And you knew he would.

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reminiscingtonight · 8 hours

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Call Ups

Millie Turner x Reader

Word Count: 1k

[WOSO Masterlist]

It’s quiet when she gets home.

Millie hadn’t wanted to go out. But a combination of her sudden lack of necessities and your pestering had her driving to the nearby store minutes after she returned home from London. You hadn’t even let her in the house, simply scooping her bag off her shoulder before ushering her out. Millie would have been more offended if she hadn’t really needed to take the trip. Leave it to the girls to finish up the last of her shampoo after the game today, leaving Millie scrambling to replenish her stash before driving out to St. George’s in two day’s time.

The call up took her off guard. Leah obviously sat out the match against United earlier today, but Millie hadn’t known the severity of her injury or the caution that would be exuded until Sarina called when the bus was already on the way back to Manchester.

Millie’s nose twitches, the familiar smell of her favorite meal wafting towards her. She toes off her shoes, taking a pit stop to throw the bottle into her bag before making her way towards the dining room.

The entire time Millie’s expecting you to jump out a corner, congratulate her, kiss her, or really anything at all. But the house is suspiciously quiet and you’re nowhere to be seen.

When she rounds the corner, however, it’s a whole different story.

She doesn’t even get to take two steps into the dining room.

“Congratulations!”

You’re beaming, smiling cheek to cheek, party hat sat slightly askew on your head. In your hand is a tiny cupcake, a crudely frosted football drawn on top. Behind you Millie can see the full course meal you’ve prepared for her, everything so thoughtful and pure down to the candles on the table and the roses set in the middle.

It’s clear you’ve been preparing this since Millie texted you about her sudden call up.

You always do your best to attend her games, but it’s beyond ridiculous for her to expect you to drop everything to travel three hours just to watch her play. She didn’t even entertain the idea, sweetly kissing away the frown on your face when you had tried to work out the logistics of rushing after your morning shift to the game last night when you guys were in bed. It took a bit of convincing, but you finally agreed to just watching her on the TV this afternoon.

There’s no mistaking the warm feeling that spreads in her chest at the effort you’ve gone through to make her call up special.

“You’re a goof. You didn’t have to do this.” Millie plucks the cupcake out of your hand, swiping her finger through the frosting to get a tiny taste of the sugar.

You roll your eyes, ignoring the urge to tell her off for being so unsanitary. “It’s not every day your superstar girlfriend gets called up to represent the country’s football team.”

“I’m probably not even going to play. I’m only going because they need someone to replace Leah.”

“Don’t say that,” you scold.

When Millie continues to avoid your eyes you sigh. Taking a step closer to her, you take the cupcake right out of her hands, placing it down on the table before pulling Millie’s face between both of your hands.

“You are an exceptional football player.”

“I’m not that good.”

“Repeat after me.”

Millie pulls a face.

“Repeat after me,” you say again, raising an eyebrow up in challenge.

It’s clear that she’s not getting out of this until she does as you say. You can be stubborn when you put your mind to something. Millie sighs. “Fine.”

It’s cute the way your face instantly lights up when she agrees.

“You are an exceptional football player. You’ve worked hard. You deserve this call up.”

Millie flushes red, mouth awkwardly flattening at your words of praise.

“Millie,” you huff. “Say it.”

“I’m an exceptional football player,” she mutters, avoiding all eye contact. Millie winces when you poke her cheek when she fails to continue.

“I’ve worked hard.”

“And?” you prompt, turning Millie to face you again when she attempts to get out of your grip.

She sighs, knowing you’re not going to give up until she does as you ask. “I deserve this call up.”

“Yes you do.” Grinning, you reward her by pecking lightly at her lips.

Millie can’t help but smile when you pull away. You always seem to have this sort of effect on her.

“My girlfriend’s a kickass football player who’s going to wow everyone at camp. You’re going to show Sarina exactly why you deserve to be called up every international break.”

“Stop,” Millie whines, blushing again at your compliments.

You wave away her embarrassment, simply ushering her into her seat instead.

It isn’t until later that night, after the meal has been finished, after you’ve properly congratulated your girlfriend that you give her your second surprise.

You’re busy getting comfortable in Millie’s arms when you suddenly raise your head.

Millie instantly notices the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Babe, I’m a professional athlete and all that but I don’t think I could go for another round.”

You roll your eyes, taking advantage of her exposed skin to pinch at her side. Millie squirms but she can’t quite break out of your hold.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Turner.”

“I can tell you’re scheming!” she defends.

“If by scheming you mean graciously changing my flights, then you’d be correct.”

Millie blinks, mouth suddenly running dry. “You… what?”

The two of you had planned to go somewhere nice and sunny over the international break, making use of her time off during the season. Obviously that was no longer going to happen with her set to wear the Lionesses crest in the coming days. But you couldn’t possibly mean…

You give her a sly smirk. “I heard Spain’s nice this time of year. And I do happen to have the next two weeks off.”

You’re not able to stop the squeal that escapes your mouth when Millie engulfs you in the tightest hug she can give.

#millie turner x reader #millie turner imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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b-dwolf · 2 days

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losing my mind a bit, and need to try and get my thoughts in order BUT!

there is just.. something to be said with this season, and how they constantly like to reaffirm for us buck’s place in christopher’s life.

literally starting off the season with eddie opening up to buck about chris and him dating multiple girls at once, asking buck to talk to him (instead of simply asking him for advice to handle the situation, or even asking his girlfriend who- is a girl and would probably be better in that department! but anyway!).

and then showing us buck’s jealousy of chris thinking tommy is “so cool” (we all know now where that stemmed from, but i am still convinced he was confusing a bunch of feelings at once- and even oliver has said buck had no idea what / who he was jealous about!), and when tommy goes over to talk to buck about the basketball court incident- tommy tells him just how much christopher “can’t shut up” about him. and not to forget buck’s face when he says that and how it lasted a few seconds longer than it probably should have

…. and now; whatever the fuck is going on with helen and ramon coming to visit. my money is on abuela getting / feeling sick after the wedding (hence why eddie is still in the same shirt he wore to the hospital wedding in that still of him and chris that we got- also looks like he possibly could’ve been crying)

i am not super sure what the heck is going on there but i have a silly theory that my friend and i kind of came up with! we do not have strong evidence supporting it btw- this simply just based on what we have seen thus far and how the season has been playing out!

but since eddie will most likely be busy being by his abuela’s side- he would want someone to watch after chris for him. our best guess? buck, of course! it would also explain why he seems to be filming the same time as everyone else involved- and plus it could be the perfect opportunity to bring the ‘will of it all’ into play.

i could see two things going on with this; helena says something in a spur of a moment out burst along the lines of like, “you cannot keep leaving your son with a stranger” and eddie can say something like “he’s not a stranger, he’s family” and that can somehow lead into the will reveal! (because i do see helena being the problem here- people have pointed out many times now that ramon is the only one it seems to be putting in any effort into having a relationship with his son, where as it’s crickets from helena! also she was the first one to be defensive about shannon but anyway!)

OR!

and just a heads up: this is not me bashing tommy at all, i actually do enjoy his character and love what he has done / is doing for buck! this is simply speculation and also just a bit of fun!! no harm in silly theorizing!

i could see tommy perhaps noticing how often buck is watching after chris, and maybe he just brings up something about like, oh hey i thought eddie’s parents were in town… are they not able to watch after him? (in a nice way!! idk how the hell to word things but i do not think he would be a dick about it 😭 like he would just genuinely be asking!) and then somehow that conversation leads to the will and how eddie trusts buck more than anyone etc …

needless to say i just think there is. Something. There. and i have sooooo much hope in the will being brought up. based on how many times they brought it up in interviews, and sort of alluded to in the show as well (“you don’t seem to have trouble committing to certain things” you all know where your mind went!)

anyway that is all. thanks for reading this mess if ya did <3

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #diaz family #buddie #buddipher #idk guys there is just something sooo important #about the chris of it all #idk how to ! explain !#AAAA #911 on abc #911 spoilers #tagging as spoilers bc i did mention some of the bts content

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strwbrryeyes · 12 hours

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☼ intro (end of the world) ☼ (kageyama tobio x reader)

⟡ cw: she/her pronouns used but not much, lmk if i miss anything else

⟡ a/n: i have been wanting to write for this album since the day it came out so im gonna do little drabbles for the songs as a way to make up for my lack of writings/requests that i actually need to upload so i hope you all enjoy it :3

⟡ eternal sunshine masterlist

You had been dating Kageyama Tobio for a little over a year at this point. Everything was always moving so fast…for him. While Kageyama was constantly playing volleyball and traveling the country for official matches, you were in college working towards your dream career.

Although you and kageyama have made so many efforts to keep in contact regularly by video calling and texting constantly or even travelling to see each other when possible, it has been difficult to come to terms with the fact that you do not spend as much time as you want to with each other. It has gotten to the point where you don’t know if keeping this relationship going is even worth it anymore. Both you and Kageyama want to get through it, you have had countless talks about wanting it to work out and you both always come to the agreement that neither of you wouldn’t trade anything for the world.

You think you’re meant for each other but you keep thinking to yourself ‘why dont i know that he is the one for me? Why do I only think it?’ but of course, you shake it off and continue on with the relationship. Even with all of these thoughts of figuring out if you are supposed to be with him for life or not, there are moments where the tough times make the good times worth it…and that is what keeps the both of you going. One of those moments was on your birthday a few weeks ago when Kageyama decided to surprise you with a visit.

~~~

After a long day of classes and your job at a doggy daycare, all you wanted to do was lay down in your bed with some comfy pajamas, eating chips without regard for the crumbs that would land on your bed sheets all while watching your favorite reality show. It was a pretty solid plan but it all went down the drain the minute you stepped foot into the hallway that had your apartment and saw that your door was opened. Your whole body filled with dread as you walked closer, worried that you had just been robbed but as you got closer you saw a small trail of silver confetti leading you through the doorway and as soon as you stepped foot infront of the entrance of your apartment, you stopped all of you belonging onto the ground and ran to the one thing that could be better than a lazy night. Your boyfriend.

“Tobio! What are you doing here?” you ask Kageyama as you jump into his arms while you become a giggling mess (who is also crying).

“I couldn’t have my angel be all alone on her birthday!” Kageyama chuckles as he embraces you in his arms but is quickly confused when you fall silent right after he finishes speaking. “[name]? You good there?” he questions you as he puts you down to be greeted with the blank expression on your face.

“My birthday..?” cocking your head to the side, you look behind Kageyama to see decorations all over your living area, eyes landing on the big ‘happy birthday’ sign. You had completely forgotten today was your birthday.

“Babe, don’t tell me you forgot your birthday?” Kageyama laughs out before pulling you in for another hug “and you say i’m the dense one.” he flicks your forehead before kissing it and all you can do is laugh along with him.

The rest of the night was pure bliss as you layed in bed with your loved one, eating your favorite type of sweet from your favortie bakery down the stree, while watching your reality tv show.

~~~

Thinking about this small but memorable event, you can’t help but smile as it helps you become certain that you and Kageyama are meant to be. You now knew that Kageyama Tobio would be the first and last person you run to if the world were to ever end and honestly, as your pulled out of your thoughts by your ringing phone that is signaling you that your boyfriend is calling you, you wouldn’t have it any other day.

#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama x reader fluff #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu drabbles

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seramilla · 2 days

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Hello!

Submitting a request for a snippet that involves Vaggie and Emily dating and both wanting to date Charlie. However, Charlie (despite having a crush on both of them) decides to not get in the way of a relationship, assuming angels don't do polyamory. Terrible flirting from Vaggie and Emily ensues and is met with obliviousness, confusion, and nobly pining from a distance from Charlie

Charlie spends a lot of quality time with Vaggie and Emily in Heaven these days. Her visits aren't just reserved to the delegations anymore. Ever since awkwardly introducing herself to the couple during the last big event, she'll find any and all excuses to come see them in Heaven. Running an errand for her dad, helping plan the next transferal of souls from her redemption program, or just wanting to visit the Heaven zoo for the fourth time in less than a month -- none of her efforts are subtle. Vaggie and Emily aren't complaining. They enjoy spending time with her; even if the three of them are completely hopeless at admitting the real reason why Charlie likes to visit so much.

Charlie just enjoys spending time with them; that's what she'll say, anyway, anytime they ask. Vaggie hasn't missed the soft blushes and subtle glances Charlie shoots their way when she and Emily show affection in public. More than once, Emily has tried to brush against Charlie's hand, or take her hand in her own, in a comforting gesture, so that she can get closer. Charlie will usually "eep!" and pull away rapidly, pretending to spot something else of interest to her, or ignore it entirely.

Vaggie will show a little more tact; the operative word being a little. She'll compliment Charlie, or get up real close, and say how pretty the princess looks that day, or if she did something different with her hair (Charlie rarely does anything different with her hair). Charlie also takes this as an opportunity to NOPE the heck out of there. Her shyness isn't lost on either angel. The problem is, they just don't know how to fix it.

Vaggie and Emily aren't helping; they can tell Charlie wants to get closer. They aren't blind. But both angels have about as much charisma as a wet paper bag. Vaggie probably has slightly more experience dating, since she and Lute used to be...sort of a thing? Unofficially? Vaggie doesn't think making out behind the Exterminator barracks counts as dating, but Emily says it's more than she knows. Vaggie insists that doesn't mean she knows how to gain the affections of a literal princess. What she and Lute had was toxic. Emily is her first real relationship; adding another to their partnership is territory yet uncharted.

This goes on long enough, that Vaggie starts to get a little...frustrated. Charlie enjoys spending time with them. She cares for them. They care about her. It's so obvious! She showers them with gifts, spends every spare moment she has in Heaven with them, what more is there to understand? The least she can do is take a little bit of a hint. It's not Charlie's fault, or her or Emily's fault. There is a lot of stigma between Heaven and Hell probably left to unpack. Vaggie realizes, if Emily and Charlie aren't going to make that first step, then she decides to just go for it.

The next time Charlie comes to visit, and she insists she wants to see the koalas again, Vaggie remembers there is a convenient bench to sit on right in front of the exhibit. Forming a plan in her head, Vaggie agrees, and when they get there, Vaggie puts her scheme in motion. Once Charlie has had her koala fix for the day, she pulls Charlie and Emily over to the bench by the hand, so they can relax, and maybe just talk.

Charlie is the one to break the silence first.

"Thank you both for humoring me," she says, shyly pushing a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I know you can probably see this anytime you want. But you always still bring me here. I'm sorry if you're getting sick of it by now."

"Of course not, Charlie," Vaggie says, taking Charlie's hands in hers. "We love making you happy."

Like clockwork, Charlie's face is infused with a flush, the rest of her skin rivaling the color of her cheeks. She tries to yank her hands away from Vaggie, and look away, toward some other exhibit she can pretend to be interested in. But Vaggie has the grip of a warrior, and doesn't let her pull away.

"We enjoy spending time with you. A lot. You know that, right?" Vaggie asks.

"Yeah," Emily says, a little emboldened by Vaggie's statement. "We love to see you happy, Charlie."

"Umm...!" Charlie squeaks, turning this way and that, not exactly certain what to say in this situation. She doesn't look...uncomfortable, exactly? Not like their forwardness is unpleasant for her, or anything. Just...confused? Unsure how to respond? Worried?

"Th-thank you!" Charlie says, trying to move beyond her own awkwardness. "I really appreciate you both! I do! But you don't have to do all this for me!"

Really sensing she needs to get the message across now, for fear of scaring Charlie away again, Vaggie pushes past her own intense embarrassment, and pulls Charlie closer. Emily sits behind Charlie on the bench, hand on the demi-angel's shoulder, providing emotional support for Vaggie from the rear, as it were.

"We like doing it," Vaggie says, taking a big gulp, before the point of no return happens at the utterance of her next words. "We like you."

"Oh, fuck," Charlie says under her breath, before letting loose another "eep!" sound, because she realizes she'd just uttered a curse in Heaven. She's never done that before. "Sorry! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Vaggie, Emily! Please, forgive me! Forget I said that."

Vaggie giggles. Charlie's awkwardness is adorable. It breaks whatever spell had been holding Vaggie herself back. She smiles, leaning closer to Charlie's face.

"You're so cute, Charlie. It's okay. Can I kiss you?"

Maybe Charlie's spell broke with Vaggie's request. She's still blushing, but staring directly at Vaggie's lips, as if in a trance. She swallows hard, and nods, and Vaggie decides to close the distance.

Charlie's mouth is warm, and inviting, and seems to draw Vaggie in deeper with every breath. Charlie hums into her mouth, and sort of chases Vaggie's lips a little, when the angel finally pulls away. Charlie's left with a rather pleased, rather floaty expression on her face. Emily takes this as her opening, and leans over Charlie's shoulder, and pecks the corner of her mouth, near her cheek.

"Okay?" Emily asks. Charlie is still blushing, and takes a minute to find her voice.

"Ye-yeah," Charlie says, a goofy grin spreading from ear to ear. Then, almost as if she's coming out of it, she gasps, grabbing her hands back from Vaggie so she can hold them to her mouth. "Wait! Wait! Is this okay? Is this something angels do? Is this allowed? Am I going to--?"

"Charlie, relax," Vaggie says, drawing Charlie's attention back to her face. Lucifer's daughter looks almost panicked, like she's just broken a terrible taboo. "There's nothing wrong with this. You're okay!"

"You mean I'm not going to be smited...? Smoted...? ...Smitten? What's the word?"

"Well, we are rather smitten with you," Emily says, leaning in to Charlie's ear again to whisper against her skin. Her breath ghosts against Charlie's flesh and she squeaks again. "But it's not a sin, if that's what you're wondering."

Charlie practically falls over in embarrassment. She's half-curled into herself by this point, trying to hide her face with her hands, unable to speak, overwhelmed that two incredibly beautiful women she's crushed on for almost a year are flirting with her.

"I don't even know how to begin to handle this," Charlie admits. Vaggie pulls her back out of her balled-up state, and brings her face back up to hers.

"It's okay. You'll figure it out. We've liked you for a really long time, you know?"

"You have?" Charlie squeaks.

Emily and Vaggie both nod in turn. "Of course," Vaggie says. "Why else do you think we're so awkward around you?"

"Oh, Satan...umm, I guess that makes sense. Can-can I kiss you again?"

"Of course, sweetie." Vaggie draws Charlie in again, hand on her flushed cheek. Vaggie melds her lips with hers, and Charlie melts for the second...no, third time that day. This time, she kisses back.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #emily hazbin hotel #ask #fan theories #chaggily #lute hazbin hotel #vaggie dated emily au

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maximilliansblog · 2 days

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GUYS what if the neighbors are the 7 deadly sins HEAR ME OUT

Okay so I had this idea before but I couldn’t place some of the neighbors because I was lacking information but it all makes sense now.

Wally and Home aren’t counted because Wally is kind of like an audience surrogate and Home is not really featured in episodes like the other characters. Like it’s *technically* the ninth neighbor, but let’s be real, she’s a house. Alright cool moving on.

The seven deadly sins are (for those of you that don’t know or forgot like I did): pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony, and sloth.

I’m going to go in order from least difficult to place to most difficult to place.

Howdy is greed - Not hard to imagine, since all he really talks about is his business. Some of you may say that it doesn’t count because he is paid in jokes, but within the universe of Welcome Home, that is an acceptable method of payment, and can be used as a substitute for money in the story.

Barnaby is gluttony - Nearly every time we see the guy he’s eating or smoking. I think he has like two appearances where he isn’t.

Sally is pride - Literally just look at her catchphrase thing and you’ll get the picture. You don’t even need to look at all of her other appearances lol (though they do support it)

Frank is wrath - Seems to be constantly in some kind of fight with another neighbor (especially Barnaby). Very easy to make him mad. (Look at him and Sally’s performance of Silent Night in that bunch of commercials if you need any further support for that claim.)

Poppy is sloth - This is a bit difficult to explain, but basically she doesn’t do much. I understand that it is from her fear of accidents that could happen when she’s outside her barn. Perhaps her sloth isn’t intentional or something. Like, she doesn’t mean to be, but it’s kind of hard not to be when you’re stuck in your house and accident-prone.

Eddie is lust - Lust is not just wanting s3x okay let’s clear that up. Cool. It’s literally just a strong desire for something. Usually something that you’re not supposed to have. Frank and Eddie were not supposed to be together in the show, in fact, the WHRP says that Frank and Julie were supposed to be a couple within the show. He wasn’t supposed to be with Frank.

Julie is envy - Some of you might be scratching your heads at this one. I don’t like to support a theory with another theory, but my Hyacinth Theory (linked in my pinned post) explains this aspect of her character the best I think.

Uh yeah it’s kind of late at night so I didn’t put a lot of effort into gathering all my links and evidence and stuff for this one. Just kind of wanted to throw it out there. Maybe I’ll clean it up later. Bye bye for now

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #welcome home theory #welcome home puppet show

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monty-glasses-roxy · 8 days

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Just had the idea of doing a Roxy askblog that's based on it being a secret blog she's not allowed to have and every so often if someone asks her something she just says stuff like "To the Fazspy reading this, I'm not the real Roxy." to try and throw the staff off her trail lmao

Will probably never make a blog like that, but it could be kinda funny. Maybe I bring the idea of an 'ask Roxy anything' game back where I draw the answers for it instead so it's not a whole ass blog dedicated to Roxy being a sneaky lil shit on the internet

#there's several reasons I probably won't do it but it's a fun spin on stuff #roxy exploring the closed off parts of the plex in first person lmao #taking pictures like 'look see? its right there!' and she's pointing at literally nothing because the camera doesn't see what her eyes see #could be funny!#but doing things is... I would say it's improving but not really #it's improving in a maybe it is maybe it isn't sort of way so who knows if I'll ever get to do it anyway #ANYWAY yeah I'll probs not do this. literally no one would interact with it #the people are bored of my plex history stuff anyway so like... yeah it's cool I know when something won't work #an askblog only works if it gets asks and uh yeah the amount of askblogs I've seen die off within a week here because of that is crazy #no thank you to that I think!#I'm not putting the effort into something like that just to have it die so fast #hi if you read this far go find an askblog and pester the shit out of them it's fun #I haven't seen any around for a while but I also can't view half of tumblr on my phone #so it's really fucking hard to see them even if I follow them :(#but yeah if there's any sb askblogs out there or anyone that wants to have a go at it tag me in a post.#I WILL show up to be silly in your inbox though I may not always remember the plot if there is one #again. I can't see half of tumblr on mobile and that includes blogs but I'll do my best man #askblogs are fun! they're goofy and chaotic!#highly recommend!! I haven't ran one in years but they were very fun!!#ANYWAY Roxy just making posts like 'Jerry. Sandy. I know what you two keep doing in the Gator Golf caravan. :)'#just name dropping random plex guests to be like 'I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE' for shits and giggles #'who are they?' 'oh just two morons that dont know I know Everything Ever. Don't worry about it.'#ya know?? fun! goofy shit! could be funny!#random pictures from inside the plex like 'lmao they think I cant see them' and its just a fucking wall like yeah I wonder why #maybe it's the fucking wall in the way who knows? it's a mystery sdfdsf #pop rox talks

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emdotcom · 7 days

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I changed my mind. Hater behavior is undeserved, when it comes to works, & idgaf about holding creators accountable when their games are mid, anymore.

#em.txt #now i only care about how you treat your workers tbh #so there are still series i hate. but now I don't want to be mean to people who put time & effort into making shit #this is about post shift 2. people were too fuckin mean to Rjac for a game he made for free #& as a bitch who loves that game a lot i see your criticisms i understand. but you're not gonna be mean to him abt this #that fucking teen that held that interview & told him he needed to be held accountable for his mistakes. god #he made this shit for free across four years. what can happen in four years? what did he work through?#to deliver you a free game. even if you don't fucking like the game if you invite a creator on to talk about their works #you don't fucking talk to them the way uyeah did. shit was cruel & uncalled for.#this game is fucking good but it's forever going to be burried as a game that's complicated with weird tutorials #ps2 is fun. you should try it. if you don't get it -- ask. I'll answer any question at any time #i will vc you i will write a text doc -- whatever you want. more people need to experience this fucking game #it's compelling in a way few games are to me.#i can homestly only compare it to rain world but not for a reason that's overt & easy to explain. more in how it feels to play #rather than what you do.#man. idk. i gotta learn how to talk about shit i love without being mean now #this started because i was talking mad shit to my friends & it asked me to stop because i was downtalking something she loved a lot #& i realized this isn't fun for people. i thought we were having fun but tbh? I'm just a mean negative bitch #& that's not fun. that's mean.#i have to redo this character arc from when i was 13 because i guess I didn't learn it the first time around #cynicism doesn't make you funny or cool. it makes you mean & unfun to be around. finding kind things to say is tougher.#if you can present your criticism nicely then maybe you can criticize too #but that alone does not a good critique make & it definitely don't make you fun at parties #listen. i am still gonna be a bitch. but i am going to be less of one.

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toytulini · 8 months

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idk. picky eater rights. im coming to your events and turning my picky bitch nose up at your fancy ass desserts you spent a bajillion hours working over in the kitchen and asking if i can find like a basic ass brownie with no extra flairs or ingredients or steps or whatever the fuck. cry about it. stop trying to feed me

#toy txt post #they gotta have some picky eater bitches be the judges on those food competition shows i stg #sorry for committing the unforgivable sin of my tastebuds didnt enjoy the food you made. it was intended as a personal slight actually #i am trying to offend you for real. yeah. thats definitely whats happening. god/sssss #like god irl if i dont like food you made ill try to be fuckin gracious about it buf dont fucking get mad at me for like. idk. prepping my #own foods you percieve as worth less or whatever the fuck. ppl are so fucking weird about food.#honestly guy on prev post didnt even dislike the cake it sounded like but was just experiencing the human emotion of disappointment #when the little specific joy he was looking forward too was not what he expected. if she had asked him 'do you mind if i make a similar cake #that is not the exact same as the one you asked for? maybe he wouldve been fine cos he wouldnt have been looking forward to that specific #thing. OR maybe he wouldve said if youre not going to make this very specific one im looking forward to then dont bother i dont want you #wasting the time and effort and then she wouldnt have been mad. or maybe she wouldve. ppl do get weird about that kind of thing #maybe saying that wouldve been a crime too. guess that dumb asshole shouldve shut up and eaten his stupid cake and enjoyed it and said #nothing. a recipe for happiness #anyway. hot take ig stop putting nuts in desserts. alllergy havers will prolly thank you but you know who else will thank you?#every day i see takes about food that make me think i really should be more of a picky bitch eater on maim to knock yall pretentious #food fuckers down a peg tbh. every day i resist the urge but god how yall test me. let me be the judge on a cooking show.#weird assholes who are rude abt ppl having allergies or sensory issues: come here. im going to break you #anyway more of us picky bitches who are picky just for like. casual reasons. we should he loud picky bitches on main. if a cook or baker or #whatever can accommodate my picky bitch ass thats difficult to feed for no reason we can be sure they can accommodate allergy havers #and ppl w medical restricted diets. if they can be gracious about me just not vibing w the food then they can def be gracious about more #sensitive reasons. yea i could choke down the food i dont like probably. it wouldnt make me throw up or send me to the hospital. but why #should i? if youre an asshole to me about simply not liking your shit then why the hell would i feel safe disclosing medical info to your #bitch ass? why would i trust you to follow it? and not try to sneak some shit in bc you think you know better about food?#anyway #picky eater rights. let ppl be picky for no apparent reason. cos the ppl who have uwu Good Valid Reasons(tm) dont fucking owe you that #explanation

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brothersonahotelbed · 1 year

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when you're talking to a trans person about their identity & the way they view themselves, there comes a point when you really just need to take a step back and say . i will not, and probably never will be able to understand exactly what this person is feeling. i need to accept that, as much as i want to interrogate and question and throw hypotheticals into the air like they're rice at a wedding, i won't understand what they're going through. i just need to trust that they understand themselves enough to make decisions that are good for them.

#see cause i'm so conflicted. my older sister wants to understand gender identity as it pertains to a trans/nb person like myself #and i love it .i love that she wants to get educated & i love that she's coming to me . an actual trans person. to get that info from #that is so good and nice #but she doesn't realize that no matter how many questions she asks . some things she can't understand because she's cis #i'm trying to explain my gender identity to her and she was just so confused and started trying to put me into a box.#she wanted to know what the ideal version of myself that's in my head is and was so shocked to hear that #my ideal version of myself is who i am right now (same looks same clothes same body same voice) with one simple change:#that no one questions whether im 'really a boy' and no one assumes that im only a girl #she's said 'why even go through the effort to change your pronouns then?' i said well because thats what im comfortable with #and she just doesnt understand it. how i identify mostly as a boy but im not falling over myself trying to get on T or get top surgery #cis people think in such black-and-white ways that it makes me sick #i just need my sister to respect my identity & pronouns and stop asking questions at this point . i can only give her so many answers that #are essentially watered-down versions of what i actually mean #loquitur

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#how do u tell if a friend doesnt want to see u … like i bent over backwards trying to schedule time w a friend last weekend and at the last #minute each time she was like oh nvm i cant make it for x reason which is fine like i was a little pissed off but its fine i get it stuff #happens but tell me why she is hanging out w other people every other day it seems like lol so im like ok do u just not have time for me…?#like we havent texted properly in weeks either #i thought we resolved our fight so whats going on lol #people keep telling me i should be the bigger person and reach out which is why i asked multiple times over last week to hang out so now im #just not even going to put in the effort. if she wants to see me she can ask me to hang out in the city where i live. im not asking her to #hang out anymore and im not traveling to see her. most times we hang out i come to her and its tiring and ive had enough. she can come here #its not that difficult #this is probably petty and unempathetic of me and im sure it just seems like she is hanging out w people a lot because im seeing this #through social media but its fine im okay being petty in this situation. i was the one who was wronged originally anyways so im fine being #petty. i earned it

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seilon · 2 years

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pretty sure I’ve been hypomanic the last week or so and I’m not sure what to do about it

#weird to be hypomanic and extremely self isolating and avoidant of addresssing important things at the same time but here we are #i have no idea what fucking amalgamation of mental illnesses and whatever else is going on with me lately but it sure is alot #there is something very wrong with me and at this point i cant pinpoint it to any one thing it’s just. i think. a handful of things #that uhhh don’t work well together that’s for sure #i feel like I should maybe look up some stuff on comorbid bipolar II and autism cause that’s probably the best way to describe the totality #of whats going on with me #whatever it is it’s wrong there is something very very wrong with me #i need a therapist badly but guess what??? whatever’s fucking wrong with me has made me avoid looking at my email for like a week for no #god damn reason and I haven’t been able to make myself do anything important and applicable to myself in the Real World #again for literally no fuckign reason and it’s just making things progressively worse cause they stack up and ssome of those things can/will #piss off my mom who I also want to avoid but I can’t because if I don’t pick up the phone the second time she calls she will call my #roommate and threaten to call the police basically #so #that’s where I’m at #this is the first time I’ve ever ghosted literally everyone before though. that’s new. really funny how that works. self isolation is #probably driving me literally insane but for whatever reason my brain says Aha what if you distanced yourself even more? even from people #you don’t see in real life? what if you put all your effort and thoughts into one topic and obsess over it for god knows how long to the #extent of not wanting to do anything else basically but shit related to that special interest or whatever it is #it’s so funny that I’ve literally not hung out with friends at all in real life nor made any new friends irl this entire year #like literally. literally I do not have friends. that’s so wild cause I’ve been saying this for literally months and it never changes #anyway I’m probably gonnna go back to frantically writing notes on this one topic and neglecting all communication and responsibilities #so. yeah #kibumblabs #I need serious help. i wish I had people around me who cared enough to make me get it #i wish I didn’t have to do literally everything myself #my ‘bf’ (if you can call him that. i doubt it at this point for several reasons) hasn’t spoken to me nor I to him in I don’t even know how l #long now and my radio silence on discord and texts doesn’t seem to matter to him. i could be dead for all he knows lol #he doesn’t care he has other people now.#no one else I know irl reaches out and if they did I’d probably not answer for no reason. i guess because I love sabotaging myself #it’s great. I’m great.

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marcvscicero · 2 months

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(just a very long rant, feel 100% free to ignore, it’s just to vent somewhere, could’ve ranted even more but apparently 30 tags is the limit whoops 🤭🤭)

#life is so bad lately i feel like i’ve tried absolutely everything and things never improve they just get worse somehow #it’s like i think things can’t get any worse and then somehow they do #and they do so even as i’m putting in so much effort to try and improve the already bad things #🧍‍♂️ i just ?? what do i do now ?? when i’ve tried everything ??#like i’m being soooo genuinely when i say tht dying feels like the only thing left but like. i don’t even WANT to die. it just feels like #the only road left to take 🧍‍♂️ and ik that’s fucked up but honestly there is nothing left for me lol 🧍‍♂️#and to make things worse i actually think that the few ppl i have in my life r becoming just as sick of me as i am of myself #which rly scares me bc the only reason i have to stay alive is the ppl in my life and my pets that is it #but i just can’t fake it like i used to like i used to be soooo good at hiding things #but now things have gotten so bad that i can’t hide them bc they are actively ruining my life and making me do things or not do things that #other ppl can see #so even though i tell ppl i’m fine they just don’t believe it and like yeah fairs bc it’s very obvious i’m not #it’s also incredibly embarrassing like i’m 25 this month and i live at home and all my irl friends have moved away and got big girl jobs and #are doing things with their lives so i haven’t even seen a single friend in months and months like i think the last time i saw a friend was #halloween… halloween!!!!! aka october last year!!!!!#and i only work one day a week bc i left my old proper job bc i thought i was going to kill myself and kept taking more and more time off #so i’m very poor and i’m very much in debt and i can’t pay it off bc i spend so much money self medicating bc i’m convinced there’s somethin #seriously seriously wrong with my body and i’m always in pain or extreme nausea but the doctors have ignored me so many times and just shut #me down or made me feel stupid or said everything looks fine when i know it isn’t #and i’m also 99% convinced i’ve got quite severe autism and the doctor basically confirmed it lol but she said that on the nhs the current #waiting list is about 4-5 years so i may as well turn to the internet and do research myself since even if u get an official diagnosis #there’s no meds or real cure for it other than learning how to cope #except im also convinced that with the autism i have a lot of strong adhd traits so like. i know it’s bad but i buy adhd meds online and i #don’t even abuse them i take them to literally help me like they’re meant to but bc it’s obvs not allowed it’s so expensive #and i already have no fuckingn money so every single month is hell bc i’m either rationing them to make them last longer #OR i’m taking them but with the knowledge that it means i’ll run out sooner and have more days with NONE #and every day is just full of immense guilt too for doing this bc it’s not technically allowed and i should be doing better things with what #i do pay my mum some money each month towards housekeeping/bills/etc but it isn’t much at all and i know she deserves more #also i either sleep 0 hours a night or 20 there’s no balance and it’s fucking ridiculous i’ve tried EVERYTHING to no avail #i

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sophiamcdougall · 8 months

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I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again

I mean, I am. But still.

So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.

So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.

At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.

Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell

So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.

I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is έχω μια χελώνα : I have a turtle.

This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.

Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.

I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.

Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.

We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.

"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."

"A what," he asks.

"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "μια χελώνα"

"Oh! A turtle!" he says.

"But from the land. δεν είναι χελώνα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a χελώνα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.

The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where οι χελώνες come from and where η χελώνα μας belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.

"[somethingsomething] μια χελώνα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.

"ΜΙΑ ΧΕΛΩΝΑ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.

"μια χελώνα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.

"Μπορούμε να δούμε τη χελώνα σας; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??

The children fucking love looking at the χελώνα and showing it to them is kind of magical?

I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say μια χελώνα.

"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because χελώνα is feminine in Greek."

"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.

"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!

So "μια χελώνα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.

(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)

#story time

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hannahhasafact · 8 months

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Just took a gift to a friend and not only did he seem to really like it he ALSO followed the brand’s instagram I WIN

#ramblings #my only true joy in life is giving ppl gifts that they truly enjoy #because I think it’s a big thing like ‘hey deep down I know you well!!! I know I’m not great at showing friendship all the time!#but I put time and effort into the thought of what this gift should be!!!!’#every gift I give is one that I have put thought into #even if it’s little #I swear!#the funny thing is I don’t love getting gifts that much because I buy what I want LOL #(but I will admit I have gotten some absolutely lovely gifts)#like I have a Jackie Daytona magnet that makes me giggle with glee every time I see it #and I have a little painting by a two year old (I think she was two?) of my cat that makes me smile #I think deep down it comes from the fact that I had to be SUPER critical with gifts for my sister and mom because those mofos are so picky #and some friends who bought me some fantastic shiny rocks! (dice) and D20 stuff ahhhh #(I have some friends who have gotten me some VERY KIND GIFTS and I feel bad because I never know what to get them #they got a lovely crockpot for their wedding but that was four years ago Jfc #like this is a crazy person thing but I have not given gifts because I didn’t think they were good enough for the friend #a thing I keep jewlery in was originally going to be for a friend but I didn’t think it was good enough so I just used it myself #I truly know that’s insane but I don’t want to give bad gifts #anyways. many thoughts. I buy things because I like to buy things for friends

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suncoved · 4 months

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RAFE, SCARY? PFFT ! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; boyfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: you had the most loving, sweet, precious boyfriend in the world. so why were your new found friends so scared of him?

prompt: “you let anything happen to her and i’ll fucking kill you, alright?”

you could barely contain your happiness as you applied your 5th layer of glittery lipgloss on your lips, holding the decorated pink tube in your manicured fingers. you batted your eyelids at the clock hung on rafe's wall.

kiara told you to be there at 8:00 and it was currently 7:30.

but you didn't want to be late, so leaving now was a good plan for you.

you had never met kiara's friends before. you had been best friends with her your whole life, but after she and sarah split, they told you you had to pick a side. and you would never tell sarah that the main reason you picked her was because of her psychotic older brother who was always roaming aimlessly around tannyhill.

sarah was your best friend, and you wouldn't trade her for the world.

but you couldn't help but ponder over what would have happened if you picked kiara, what life you would have had.

you missed her, truly. so when faced with the oppurtity to reconnect with her through your mothers exchanging numbers on one random night at the wreck, you took it.

and before you knew it she was inviting you to come down to the boneyard with some of her friends from the cut, to which you accepted gratefully.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the bathroom door click open, the steam rolling out from underneath it like a tidal wave. you turned your head softly at the noise, placing the lipgloss applicator quickly back in the tube.

beads of water trickled down his v line, escaping into the beige towel wrapped around his waist into a place you didn't even have the time to imagine. he lifted his hand up to his head, running a hand through his now brown hair that had darkened from getting wet under the stream of water.

"quick rafe we have to go!" you whined, trying to avoid eye contact with the 6'2 tall build distraction in front of you. you shuffled around the room, going into his closet and picking out clothes for him to quickly put on since he insisted — well — demanded, on driving you down to the boneyard.

you shoved the clothes into his hands, his hand making contact with yours momentarily, creating a spark between the two of you. your cheeks flushed as you quickly looked away, turning around and taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

you watched as he made no effort to move, a smirk you know all too well gracing his face. "rafe, i mean it. get changed" you groaned as you pushed your palms into the soft covers of his king sized bed.

"if you wanted to see me naked baby, you could just say that."

your cheeks quickly turned into the darkest shade of pink you could imagine, your hands quickly reached up to your face, covering your eyes as you huffed softly.

he scoffed at your movements, reaching over to spread your fingers apart so you could see through them. "im just joking ma, you've seen it all before." he winked, moving back to see the full sight of him while lifting his bicep up and flexing it in your face.

you jokingly rolled your eyes, falling onto the bed so you were now staring at the ceiling. your fingers found their way to each other, nervously intertwining as you thought.

you heard rafe shuffling around near his closet, his fly ziping up and the clink of his belt being melody to your ears. "what if they don't like me?"

your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. if rafe wasn't listening he definitely would have missed it. but he always listens.. to you.

"impossible" he stated simply, using a tone that left no room for discussion. he didn't use that tone often, but when he did, you stayed quiet.

you chewed on your bottom lip, knitting your brows together.

you were so lucky to have rafe in your life. he was kind, caring and patient and always knew how to calm your anxiety.

honestly, you were surprised he let you go down to the beach with the pogues in the first place. you tried your best to keep out of that whole kook-pouge turf war as best as possible. to you, it was immature, unnecessary and just pointless. but it had been around on the island since before you could remember.

though, it was safe to say that you and rafe didn't see eye to eye on that topic. he didn't like the pogues, not one bit. and he made that very, very clear.

he knew how much you loved kiara, and how your face lit up when your mother's voice echoed through rafe's car speakers when she called you after seeing kiara's mother.

it took him longer to warm up to the idea that you would be seeing her whole friend group, which consists of just pogues, and most importantly, jj maybank.

there was nothing more rafe hated than jj maybank.

yet, he knew how happy this would make you. and he was willing to do this, for you. only for you.

"ready bubs" rafe announces, smoothing his polo down haphazardly and stuffing his feet into his shoes. he hears you pulling yourself up and off his bed, your socked feet padding over to him and resting your head on his chest.

he smiles and he brings his arms around your body. sighing contently as he places a kiss on your head before resting his chin on you. "they are gonna love you, like everyone loves you. don't think for a second that they won't"

you giggle against him, somehow trying to push yourself further into him, which was impossible.

"no im being serious baby, i have some serious competition." rafe huffed, pulling himself back from you and looking at your face peering up at him.

"shut up" you joke, your cheeks burning as you blushed at his words. he leaned down until his lips met yours, bringing his fingers to your chin and lifting your head up.

you two melted into each other, your sweet strawberry lipgloss coating his lips quickly. he didn't care though, he was kissing you. so nothing else mattered.

you were losing yourself in his touch, not noticing he was slowly pushing you back until your calfs hit the back of his dark oak bed frame and your body eventually fell against the soft fabric of his covers.

he slipped his hand up your lacy white cami, dragging his fingers up and down the soft skin of your stomach. he detached his lips from yours as his cold slender fingers slipped under the wire of your bra, kissing his way down your neck and chest.

you bit your now chapped lips as you looked down the the brunette boy making goosebumps appear over your skin. you threw your head back against his pillow closing your eyes and opening them again as your head lulled to the side.

your eyes fixated to the clock resting on his wall, reading 7:54. your mind ticked for a second before realising where you needed to be in exactly six minutes, gasping rather dramaticlly.

rafe's head snaps up to look at you, his eyes hooded with worry and hunger at the same time. it was only when he followed your eyes to his sleek white clock that he realised what had happened.

he rolled his eyes and he pulled your shirt back over your stomach, leaving one last searing kiss before smoothing the material down.

"rafe we have to go, now. now!" you whisper yelled almost slipping and you tried to put on your shoes while you hobbled out of his bedroom.

"baby, baby." he spoke, hopping up and walking quickly after you. he reached out to your waist holding you stable so you didn't slip over and hurt yourself.

"ok, ok. ill be careful. lets just go!" you gasped, trying to wiggle out of his firm grip. he chuckled as he let go, watching as you speed down the stairs of tannyhill and down to his white jeep parked out the front.

it was a fairly uneventful ride down to the boneyard, rafe's hand resting on your bouncing leg the whole time, slightly soothing the nervous feeling arising in your chest.

"c'mon baby, we're here" he voiced, opening his car door before quickly jumping out and circling the car before he opened yours for you. your eyes drifted down to the beach as rafe helped you out of his rather tall car.

a blonde boy with a backward cap resting on his head sat on a log with two other boys around your age, beers resting in their hands as they talked. your eyes followed along the beach where you saw kiara picking up trash along the shore, smiling brightly to yourself.

rafe intertwined his hand with yours, tightly squeezing it as he narrowed his eyes at the people on the beach. "you don't have to drink yeah? just tell them no, ok?" rafe spoke.

you nodded softly, peering up at him through your lashes to see his face stern and menacing.

you began walking first, dragging rafe softly behind you as your shoes hit the soft sand below you. you kept your eyes glued to your feet the whole way until you heard voices now crystal clear echoing through your ears.

"hey, you made it!" kiara exclaimed, bringing her arms around you as you let go of rafes hand. "hi kie" you murmured into her shoulder, embracing her into a soft hug.

"hey, rafe. what're you doing down these parts?" the blonde boy asked, standing up from his spot on the large log he was sitting down on before. you saw rafe tick his jaw to the side as you pulled away from kiara, his tongue sliding through the front of his teeth.

"just dropping her off maybank, not here to stay" rafe remarked, turning his attention to you as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, ghosting his hands over your sides as he pulled back from you.

"call me when you need me to pick you up yeah?" rafe said, keeping his eyes on you as you nodded hastily. he smiled sweetly at you, watching as kiara grabbed your hand a pulled you down to the shore, showing you the tiny baby turtles rushing into the water in front of you.

"hey jj" rafe said, turning his head to the boy standing a few feet from him, not daring to come any closer. rafe watched as he nodded cautiously, pursing his lips together as to almost prepare himself for what rafe was about to say.

rafe took a few steps before he reached jj, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and hoisting him up until they were face to face.

“you let anything happen to her and i’ll fucking kill you, alright?"

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