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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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Baby Boy

Summary: Tony always takes care of everyone and it takes a toll on him. You take matters into your own hands and let him know he doesn’t always have to be the big guy.

Requested by: @mbaku-babygirl

Pairing: Sub!Tony Stark x Dom!Black!Reader 18+

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: sub!Tony, pegging, a little angsty, smut. This is after civil war, Infinity war didn’t happen and they’re all back together but there’s still a bit of tension

A/N: I never in my life have been dominant and never will be dominant, I am strictly a sub so I did my best with this request ( this is more soft!Dom than anything) but I hope you guys enjoy this. Please leave feedback💕

Everyone was back together and it’s been six months since they came out of hiding. The government realized the accords weren’t actually helping and the others were able to come out of hiding. Surprisingly, Tony let them all come back and they all tried to make amends. Bruce and Thor were back. For a long while it was just you, Tony, and Rhodey, he was glad to have everyone back but you could tell he was anxious about it all.

He catered to everyone’s needs just like he always did and barely saved anytime for himself. You weren’t so forgiving though. You tried to avoid Natasha because she wasn’t able of letting go of her double agent persona. Had she just did as asked this all never would have happened. You stayed away from Steve because he was supposed to be Tony’s friend and knew what his old war friend did and that Bucky... sure he didn’t know what he was doing back then but it doesn’t change the fact you never got to meet your in-laws.

Everyone else can suck it except Thor and Bruce, but you stuck around Tony when he wasn’t around them. He would beg you to come to dinner with them all the time and while they all sat at the table, you’d sit on a stool at the island. It was the same thing tonight. Now, you were washing dishes and everyone had dispersed except Natasha. She stood awkwardly in front of the island.

“Y/N/N,” She mumbled

“Y/N,” you corrected, “You know I only allow friends to call me by my nickname,”

She sighed in defeat, “I am your friend, Y/N,”

You shook your head and continued to dry the dishes, “No.. you lost the ability to call yourself my friend the day you let those two leave. The day you let them get into that jet and fly away which in turn caused Rhodey to get paralyzed.” Your tone was low and cold. Yeah Rhodey had gotten better but with no thanks to them.

“Tell me, Natalia,” you spat out her birth name, knowing she hated it, “Does it ever get exhausting having to put makeup on two different faces each morning?” You placed your hands on the counter and looked her, waiting for her to answer.

She sighed and clenched her jaw, “Tony forgave us, why haven’t you?” She wore a small confused frown on her face.

“I’m not Tony. All he ever wanted to was to keep you all together. He was so selfless when it came to you all. Sure he didn’t always go about it the right way but dammit that man cared for you all and you guys just shit on him in return,” You loved Tony more than anything, so you took his feelings and efforts seriously. “You all were the closest thing to a real family he ever had and you betrayed him in the worst way possible. How or why he forgave you? I’m not sure. But don’t expect the same thing from me,”

You finished washing and drying to dishes, she continued to stand there speechless, not sure of what to say. You walked away and found Tony and Bruce in the lab with Vision and Wanda. “Hey Bruce,” you smiled and gave him a side hug. You were okay with him and Thor, he explained where he’d been and why he left in the first place. While the others were in hiding, Vision had evolved and now the science bros were back and trying to figure it out.

You kissed Tony’s cheek and he smiled at you, “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asked while fiddling with something on his computer, “The team wants to start movie night again,”

He sounded so happy and as often as you’d like to be happy for him that he has the team back, you just couldn’t. Your smile drops and you arch an eyebrow, “Whatever you guys want to watch I suppose but I won’t be in attendance ,” you turn and play with his screwdriver, finding it more interesting.

He turns to you and frowns, “Please? For me?,” he used those puppy eyes on you and as hard as it was, you had to say no.

“Sorry, babes. But you know why I won’t,” you saw him nod his head in defeat.

“Maybe it it won’t be that bad, Y/N. It could be fun and bring us back together like old times,” Wanda nervously spoke and lightly shrugged her shoulders.

“Old times are just that, Maximoff,” you kissed Tony’s cheek once more and walked out of the lab, leaving Tony to apologize for you.

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When it came to training you held nothing back. Taking all of your frustrations out on them. Especially Steve. The way you moved against him to attack had taken him by surprise, you’ve changed your techniques. Sam ended up in the infirmary with a concussion, Natasha ended up with a broken clavicle, Wanda wouldn’t even go up against you. Most of Clint’s weapons ended up ruined and Bucky wouldn’t even put up a fight, understanding your place of frustration. He hurt your husband and too many times Thor would have to pull you away.

“Sweetheart, I think you should tone it down,” Tony pulled you to the side and you knew your attitude on the whole ordeal wasn’t helping Tony much. He missed them, of course he’d be relieved they were back. You on the other hand had given up on them coming back a year after Steve helped them escape. You let that hurt go.

You unwrapped your hands and threw the tape on the ground, walking out of the training room. You walked into the kitchen and sat down with a protein shake from the fridge. You smoothed out your forehead as you noticed you were frowning.

“You coming to the party tonight?,” Steve slowly crept into the kitchen. You huffed and rolled your eyes and got up, trying to get away, “Y/N, please talk to me. Listen, I know I hurt Tony-,”

“No!,” you pointed your finger angrily, “You clearly don’t Steve because had you known how hurt he was or even would be- you would have been honest with him from the door about everything and you know what I mean!,”

Steve stood with his hands in his pockets, eyeing you like a child who was getting punished.

“You wouldn’t have hurt him the way you did that day! God, the way I found him w-was horrifying,” you swallowed thickly and felt tears well in your eyes, “You will never get my forgiveness. The woman you knew three years ago is not who I am now. You can hide behind a beard and this new tough guy persona but you’re still a coward to me, Steven Grant Rogers, all of you are!!,”

FRIDAY had notified Tony of your accelerated heart rate and he was in the kitchen in no time trying to analyze the situation, “What’s going on?,”

You smugly smile and shook your head, “Nothing, just having a heart-to-heart. Aren’t we Stevie?” You tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow. Tony turned to Steve and he just lightly nodded his head.

“What is the party I’m just now hearing about?” You turned your attention back to Tony and he just twiddled his thumbs.

“Just a celebration that we’re all back together, I figured it’d be good since they’ve been back for a while now,” he smiled as if that would make you any less angry. You tried your best to hold in your bitter laugh but you just shook your head. You really tried to empathize with Tony about how good he felt that they were all together again but you cared about him too much to forgive the people that hurt him the way they did.

You saw the hopeful glint in his eyes before swallowing your pride and clenching your jaw. You gave him a half smile, “Well then... what color will the Starks be wearing tonight?,”

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Cerulean. He picked cerulean and while you looked amazing in this color, you wanted to take it off because you didn’t want to go to this damn party in the first place. You walked around with a glass of champagne in you hand, greeting the guests. “Mrs. Stark!, it’s so good to see you. The set up is amazing. How are things with everyone back together?,” A measly interviewer found his way into the venue and you rolled your eyes, “No comment,”

You walked past the chocolate fountain and groaned. Tony hates those things, you know he only did it because Wanda and Sam love them. All the food and little desserts reminded you of the parties from the past and you just frowned. How could anyone expect you to just easily re-adjust to them being back like this?

“Penny for your thoughts?,” Vision came up beside you and you wanted to walk away but you were here to support Tony so you would be cordial so you wouldn’t made a scene.

“Tony hates the ahi tuna cucumber bites,” You frowned before putting the appetizer in your mouth. Vision just barely nods, “Yes but Natasha requested them,”

“Of course she did. I’m sure you all being on the run didn’t necessarily offer you 5 star dinners now did it?,” You kept frowning at the food table. Nothing on this damn table was anything Tony liked. He hated all this shit. The damn fountain, the ahi tuna, the deviled eggs, the certain array of finger sandwiches, the types of steaks being cooked by the hibachi chef, even the damn drinks! Tony friggin hates Veuve Clicquot! He’s a Krug Clos d’Ambonnay kinda guy. He really catered to everyone else with this. Usually he’ll have something here and there that he likes but he strictly ignored his own wants for this and you didn’t really like that.

“We are sorry, Y/N,” Vision spoke, pulling you out of your own head rant.

“Sure you are. But riddle me this, if you break a glass plate and apologize to it does it get put back together?,”

Before he can answer you walk away to find Tony with a few of the others as well as a few other businessmen and agents.

“There she goes! The lovely Mrs. Stark,” He was having such a great time and you really tried to as well because this wasn’t about you, it was about him and the team. You loved to see that smile on his face, the tune of his laughter. It was great, so seeing him smile at you tonight in his matching suit, you felt yourself release some tension in your frown and shoulders.

He lightly grabbed your hand and pulled you into him before planting a kiss on your temple. You saw the way Steve, Bucky and Sam avoided eye contact but you just kept it moving.

“Gentlemen,” you nodded to the other men and agents.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you. How great is it to have everyone back like before?,” one of the agents asked before sipping his drink.

You spared Tony a glance and carefully thought about what you were about to say next, “I... I’m just glad Tony is at ease again. His feelings matter to me so despite what I might really think and feel... it’s him that matters to me,” you shuttered out a breath and felt Tony pull you more into his side in comfort. He smiled down at you and admired you. He knew this was hard for you but he was glad you still stood by him. Without you, he would have become a complete and utter, unfixable mess.

“I’m gonna make you some food after this, okay? You don’t eat a single thing on that table over there and I know you’re starving and need real food,”

He shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, “Eh, the ahi tuna bites aren’t that bad,”

“Anthony,” you said his name sternly and you saw the way he froze up at your use of his full name, “You’re not going to sacrifice your comfort for this party, you hear me?,”

Tony felt a shiver run down his spine at how you spoke to him and he hesitantly nodded his head, “Y-yes. Yeah. I hear you,”

You patted his cheek and kissed his lips, “That’s my boy. I’ll be roaming around greeting our guests. Have fun, don’t drink too much or stay up too late. End this at a reasonable time,”

He just slightly smiled at you and nodded. You talking to him like that had him blushing and feeling small but he wasn’t against that feeling. He enjoyed it and it confused him a little.

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You had retired the party early to clean yourself up and cook him something for him to eat. With a clean face and wearing nothing but his Black Sabbath shirt, you danced around the kitchen listening to his playlist while he wrapped up the party and sent everyone home with a taxi or designated driver. The team went to bed and he came to find you in the kitchen. You nodded your head and swayed your hips to the guitar riffs of Into the Void. He watched you from the kitchen doorway, loving the way you looked in his shirt and bare faced.

“I see my music taste has rubbed off on you,” He came to the island as you finished putting his meal on a plate. Of course you’d gone out the way to give him his protein, veggies and starch.

“Eh, just a bit,” you winked and told him to sit down, giving him his plate and giving him a bottle of water to which he frowned at, “You’re gonna drink that water, Tony. You drank enough tonight,”

He just loved when you talked to him like that. He quickly opened the bottle and took a big gulp from it and started eating as you cleaned up the kitchen of the little mess you made. Once you were finished you sat close beside him, rubbing his leg.

“Is it good, baby?,” you ran your hands through his hair and he lulled his head back into your touch.

“Yes, thank you so much,”

“Anything for you, baby boy,” you kissed his cheek as he finished up. He felt that same chill run down his spine and he stiffened up in his seat.

“Y/N,” He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Yes?,”

“I uh... I have a request,”

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You were right beside Tony soothing him as he trusted you to do this for him. Tony loves being babied but his job as Tony Stark and Iron Man took that from him and you were more than willing to do this for him. It’s been a fantasy of yours for a while anyway, which is how this beginners strap on came into play. You laid beside Tony, kissing his cheek and slowly jerking him off with lube.

“You like that, baby? Like the way I use my hand to please you?,”

Tony’s head fell to the side and a little moan escaped his lips, “More, please,” he sounded so helpless and it was the cutest yet hottest thing ever. You went a little faster and he started bucking his hips, “Stay still for me, baby boy. Just relax. I got you,” you whispered in his ear and focused on the head of his dick, making him dig his heels into the mattress.

“Oh, please can I cum?,” The way he looked into your eyes was a different look than he’s ever given you and it only encouraged you to continue with your actions, “please, Y/N,”

The begging, the panting, his little whines had urged you to pump your hand faster.

“Cum for me. Go ahead and make a mess,” you saw the way his stomach muscles tensed as you continued pumping, long white ropes on his cum landing on is lower stomach, “There you go baby,” you encouraged and praised, “Good boy, baby,” you kissed his cheek and crawled in between his legs to lick all of his seed off his stomach. Hearing hims mewl at the feeling. You kissed the head of his dick and swirled your tongue around it, making him call out lightly.

You removed the vibrating toy from his little hole and massaged more lube into it. You and Tony had spent some time cleaning him out so you know he was ready for you. Adding some lube to the strap on, you took his dick in your other hand, stroking him once again, “You ready for me, baby? It’s gonna feel so good,” you lifted his legs around your waist and leaned forward.

“Look at me, baby. Do you trust me?,” You held the head of the dildo against him and his breath shuttered.

“Yes, I trust you,”

“What was the safe word we agreed on?,”

“Nanotech”

“Good boy,” you kissed his lips and littered kisses all over his neck and chest, calming him down before you took care of him like he’s been scared to ask for all these years. You pressed the tip of your strap into him and he tensed up, “Be still baby, if you want this I’m gonna need you to relax,”

You ran your hands along his chest and he melded into the bed and peered up at you through half closed eyes. You slowly pushed in inch by inch and he relaxed completely. He softly panted at the pleasure and he finally let go. Your rolled your hips and he held onto the back of his thighs while you held his legs up by his calves.

“Look at you, baby. Opening right up for me,” You cooed to him and he just whined back up to you. The pillow he had under the small of his back helped you get the right angle so you can get that special spot within him. “Feel good, baby? Glad you finally spoke up like a big boy and asked for what you wanted?,” You so easily got into this role of being dominant, this was your thing and you’re glad he was okay with admitting he needed it.

“Y/N, oh my God, baby,” Tony gasped and started jerking himself off as you slowly thrust deep in him, picking up the pace, “Fuck, that’s so good, sooo good,” his eyes were squeezed shut and he started moving his hips against you.

“Don’t get greedy, Tony. Take what I give you like a good boy then maybe I’ll give you some more,”

His whines were only fueling you more but he loved that you didn’t give into him easily. He loved that you made him work for it. He stroked himself faster and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Y/N,” he dragged out your name in pleasure and you felt your clit throb. You turned on the vibrator that was built into the strap on and felt your own pleasure setting in.

“Want more, baby. Please,” he begged, your smiled down at him and hooked his legs on your shoulder before leaning forward and placing your hands by his head.

“Want me to fuck you faster, baby? Need me to give it to you harder and fuck you like the good boy you are? Bet you wanna let go of all the stuff that runs around in that head of yours, let go and lemme fuck all of that out of you, baby. You trust me to do that for you?,” You smiled down at his state and he feverishly nods his head.

“Yes, yes. Please please,” you were infatuated with how desperate he sounded. You bit your lip and braced yourself, withdrawing your hips from his body, you thrusted hard and a groan got caught in his throat, usually the sound of your skins slapping came from him fucking you and that turned you on, but this time, the sound intoxicated you and had you moaning against his lips.

“Look at me and tell me how good it feels to have me inside you like this, baby. Deep in you, hitting that special spot, bet you’re ready to cum already, aren’t you?,”

His eyes snapped open but had a hard time staying that way from the intensity at which you were fucking him with, “It feels so good, Y/N. Almost too good,” his voice was so small. You attached your lips to his. The kiss didn’t match the way you were fucking him. It was slow and smooth, a way to tell him how much you love him and how good he was doing. He pulled back for air and held onto your forearms by his head

“Y/N, please... choke me please. I need it,” He needed it to let go completely and you happy obliged. You pulled back a bit and placed your dominant hand around his neck, softly squeezing at the sides as he told you to squeeze harder, “Don’t be afraid, Y/N. I need it, I’ll be fine. I trust you,” Him saying he trusted you had filled you up like fuel to a gas tank. You squeezed at the sides and felt his pulse pound against your fingers and you felt yourself turn feral.

You fucked into him faster as you felt yourself about to cum from the vibrator attacking your clit.

“Fuck, Tony,” you moaned and he gasped for air and moved against you, “You’re doing such a good job taking me in your little hole like this,”

“O-oh my God,” you felt his thighs wrap tighter around you. You started jerking him off with your other hand and you knew that would be his end. With you hitting his special spot over and over along with you choking him and jerking him off, he was being stimulated in many ways and wasn’t sure which sensation to focus on, he was becoming overwhelmed and you could tell.

“Please, Y/N, may I cum?,”

You cooed at him and smiled, “My sweet boy. You don’t have to ask tonight. You’ve been such a sweet boy to everyone. Always taking care of them, putting them before you. You don’t have to worry about that tonight, baby. Cum all you want. Take it like a good boy and cum, you deserve it,”

Your praise had pushed him over the edge and he had cum so much more than the first time. You were milking him of his cum and his body was lightly shaking while he called out your name along with swears. You were so proud of him and how well he did and how well he took you, well, your strap, but either way, he did so good. He truly was your good boy.

“O-oh God, I-, Y/N,” his words were chopped and his eyes were fluttering as you continue to fuck into him, coaxing the rest of his orgasm out of him as you chased yours, you were so close.

“I’m close, baby,” you stilled your hips and the vibrator hit your clit at the perfect angle at the right time and you felt your cum running down your legs. You rutted into Tony a few times, earning yourself a few more grunts from him.

You kissed his lips softly and he barely returned it from his fucked out state but you were okay with that. You slowly withdrew the strap from him and he whined like a kitten, “S’okay, relax. I’ll be right back, okay?,”

He barely gave you a nod as you took the toys you used tonight and removed the batteries as well as the dildo from the holder in the strap harness. You went to the kitchen, filling a pot full of water and throwing them in there and turning on the stove for them to boil. Proper toy cleaning etiquette. You took a water bottle from the pantry and rushed back to the bedroom. Finding Tony had not moved a muscle. You quickly got two warm, wet rags from the bathroom and cleaned him up and used the other for yourself. You crawled in bed with him, helping him sit up so he could drink some water.

“How you feeling?,” You kissed his cheek and held him in your arms.

“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” he lightly laughed.

“I’m glad you finally spoke up about your needs, Tony. Don’t be afraid to put yourself first, okay?,”

He kissed your lips softly and curled down further into the bed and your side.

“Will you just try to be nicer to everyone else?,”

You sighed and knew that that’s all he wanted from you with them back and working through things. You could do this, not because you missed them, but for Tony. He was the priority.

“Of course. I’ll do anything for you, baby boy,”

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Okay I hope this wasn’t as bad as I feel it is. I hope you guys enjoyed this. I will get better with my Dom!Reader fics, I promise.

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lacnunga · 7 years

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due to the recent attention quincey and my strange love child has gotten, i’ve decided to do a post of my ‘character building’ aka ‘me just aimlessly rambling at Q in tumblr chat and getting overly invested in our hopeless little loser’. enjoy (or dont idk idc)

Naruto oc Gear

· platonic bff w/ kankuro

· i feel like they deserve a mullet. they're completely oblivious to why other people Hate it. they think it's cool.

· "it feels swishy kank. kank. feels like Wind Country style. kank why are you laughing?"

· nobody understands why someone 'cool' like kankuro hangs around with this dork

· its like kakashi and gai. kankuro just shrugs - "dude is a good listener. and they write valentines cards to karasu. they're a weirdo and i love them so back tf off'

· gear:: nyah

· kank: what?

· gear, staring at him through their souless glasses: you know, nyah *makes kitty motions*

· *gear proceeds to be drop kicked all the way to fire country border*

· also, nobody know whether gear is male or female or...other?? except their doctor, who enjoys keeping it a secret from a frustrated kankuro.

· gear has promised him a years worth of buying hi hamburger steaks if he manages to find it out, so kank has some incentive

· its been nearly ten years...no luck

· temari doesnt understand the friendship, but its not the weirdest thing her fam is involved in so

· gear is v scared of gaara though, especially when gaara, in a bid to 'understand his family better' tries to get to know him. gear tries to avoid gaara, but he's. always. there.

· kank in the end tells gear to Just Talk to Gaara, there's like a 50% chance he won't kill them (if only for kank's sake)

· wind forwards to a v awkward interrogation session where gear tries to explain the appeal of fireworks and the concept of second hand embarassment

· no wait

· i just had a brilliant idea

· gear is the pioneer of light up ninja sandals

· are they practical? no way

· are they weirdly satisfying? hell yeah

· (when too many shinobi got caught in the field bc their sandals lit up, by decree of the kazekage they can only be worn in the village

· and preferably never, according to Temari)

· also gear is a big fan of shino. why? (because I love shino) but Actually because kankuro is still bitter about losing to him

· so when gear meets shino they make it their mission to become Great Friends, aka the Hoopiest of Froods

· Rub In That Salt. Can You Taste It Kank? All That Salt.

· their name is now Gear, or in the japanese version, Giya ギヤ (aka just Gear in katakana - hell, if it works for Lee.) fter visiting konoha kank is sulking bc gear went on and on about how shino was a Cool Guy and had Flair and a certain je ne sais quois ( doesnt know what that means, but it sounds adoring and he Hates it. Gear is his friend, not Shinos)

· Especially when he remembers that Shino kicked his asssss

· eventually gear gets ticked off and commisions a cake with big writing on it 'STOP SULKING, KITTY'. kank is weirdly frustrated that gear has remembered his favourite flavour cake

· gear makes him sarcastic friendship bracelets

· though gear and shino bond over the fact that nobody knows what their faces/eyes look like. its sort of like an Achievement Unlocked.

· Gear is then integrated into the Aburame family as a honors member

· Gets home made pies when ever they visit

· Kankuro is jelly as usual but does not argue over the pie

· when shino demonstrates his kikaichuu technique, gear waves their arms around making obnoxious buzzing noises. shino sniggers.

· hell most things can be forgiven for pie

· gear actually becomes very good at mimicking the kikaichuu noises so when they go back to suna gear makes the noises when kankuro is least expecting it. the suprised punches to the nose are so worth it.

· I can just see kankuro just spazzing out before just decking this nerd in the face!

· Ok but Kin adopts them and loves them but just...just hates their fashion sense more then anything in the world

· she just eyes their mullet with a twitching brow. gear is holding onto their visor with all their might and watching out for any kunai that might come close to his fabulous mane.

· lets face it, if shino and gear had a bit of a 'snip snip' training accident, kin wouldn't be disappointed

· and of course if gear becomes friends with shino, they gotta get along w/ team eight as well. kiba is eyeing their hair with a strange mixture of envy and incredulity. hinata draws gear up some new face-masks. they love them, even the pink floral ones.

· hinata, handing over the masks: d-do you like them?

· gear, choked up and holding back sobs: they're fine

· Gear has a habit of coming to Kank in the middle of the night with the weirdest shit. They knock on his door at three in the morning looking like they're about to cry.

· G: Kank I've done something awful I'm a murderer

· Kank is basically ready to help bury a body

· K:okay okay don't panic what did you do?

· G: *whispering* I eat eight spiders a year kank. EIGHT SPIDERS. HOW MANY SPIDER ORPHANS HAVE I LEFT TO GRIEVING SPIDER WIDOWS KANK. I'm a MONSTER.

· K:...go home.

· K: Spends the night googling 'is it true you swallow eight spiders a year?')

· i have the idea that gear was a really plain child. you know the kind that never really got noticed and people just realised they were there when they tripped over them.

· and they finally got sick of it when they graduated the academy like

· 'well now im just going to be so Extra you wont have a choice but to notice me fuck you'

· now thats not to say they realise the mullet is a bad idea, however it does have the extra incentive of people going 'oh hi- DEAR LORD WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR HEAD'

· plot twist, they look so completely ordinary under the glasses and mask that even the people who saw their face don't remember it the second they look away

· surprisingly gear makes an excellent undercover operative

· Just take off the mask and goggles and visor, fashion their hair a lil, and put on a plain kimmon and BAM Gear is an under cover cop

· exactly. kankuro is really weirded out by the idea that any of the sort of twenty yo people he passes on the street could be gear

· Kankuro was terrified of gaara but boy o boy does Gear just raise the steaks a lil

· They could be anywhere

· Behind that bush, near the bush, IS THE BUSH

· one time gear was on a mission with their team and they got separated. in the fight, gear lost his mask, broke his glasses and his visor got tossed. when they returned to their team they had to spend the whole journey back convincing them that 'YES this is me i swear see? im wearing the same underwear!' 'how would we know what underwear you started out wearing?' 'I THOUGHT WE HAD A BOND'

· they meet kankuro on the way into town and gear is just like 'here, kank is my buddy, he'll tell you im me'

· 'well kankuro-sama, is this Gear?'

· K:...im gonna be honest i cant fucking tell

· K:but are they wearing blue boxers with ducks on them?

· Squad captain: WHY DO YOU-???

· Kankuro: THINGS HAPPENED OK THEYRE WEIRD AND JUST- DO THEY OR DONT THEY?

· Gear: *shit eating grin*

· Temari actually thought those two were together for a long time and they both just missed her euphemistic references to their ahem 'friendship' until Gaara mentions they couldn't put romantic partners on a team together and Kank just

· ucking falls off his chair like

· K: Wait what? Since when have we been romantic partners?? News to me??

· When he talks to Gear about it they seem unfazed just straightfaced tell Kankiro that 'you make my kokoro go doki doki'. Kank doesn't speak to them for a week

· Aka Gear is once again relegated to the sofa

· Gear seems to say 'so worth it' a lot

· Most of the time it really isnt

· Gears surprisingly good a dancing, specifically the fancy pants type dancing.

· So bc Kank is the kazekage's brother he's invited to a fancy do somewhere and he brings along Gear as his +1 bc hes a loser w/o a bf/gf. before the do he's just pointedly asking Gear like 'look do i need to teach you how to dance? because there will be dancing. fancy dancing. it will be Expected of You. do you want a dance tutor. are you sure? Are You SURE?'

· Gear is just waving him off 'Relax kitty, its cool' Kank is just mentally preparing apology speeches for Very Important Peoples' crushed toes

· the night comes along and Kank is making awkward small talk with some girl who roped him in when suddenly he's yanked away from the convo by Gear

· before he knows it they're on the dancefloor and SURPRISE gear is waaaay better at dancing than kank's stiff penguin shuffle

· gear takes great pleasure in dipping him really low at the end

· and they never let kank forget about it

· so i dont know if kankuro went to the ninja academy but lets assume he does

· *did

· so he and gear are in the same class

· but gear is of course always forgotten

· until one day kankuro notices them because IDK he runs into them and knocks them over or something

· so somehow they hang out that day and kank realises 'yeah this kid is a good one i could hang out with this dude like forever. mine now.'

· and the next day kank tries to find Gear except

· the fucker is so Unnoticable

· kank is just standing in the middle of the room scratching his head trying to figure out who the fuck he was talking to yesterday. gear of course doesnt have their sparkling personality yet and so is too shy/embaressed to go up to kank and remind him that 'hey this is what my face looks like'

· eventually they do hang out again though

· and the same thing happens

· kank gets fed up and brings in his face makeup and like draws reminders on gears face

· gear is fine with it, just wandering around all day with purple paint on their face

· except ppl keep making fun of them so kank wears the paint as well as like a solidarity thing

· of course gear finds his own look at the end of their academy days but kank carries on wearing the paint from then on(also gear used to be the kind of person who cried really easily and the paint showed it ALL up. they weren't too keen on walking around with tear tracks and smudges on their face, so mullet it is lol)

· sad idea

· gear is kankuro's first and best friend

· sure, kankuro has other friends, but no real Friends outside of his fam later on, bc when he was smaller every interaction with other kids was coloured by him being related to the Sand Demon

· kids didn't want to be friends with him bc they were scared for their lives (and kank threw himself into his puppet making for something to do bc puppets werent to emotionally fickle as kids)

· so he latched onto gear and they became integral parts of their lives without even realising it

· one day, gear leaves on a mission. they dont come back. they're declared MIA

· it varies between villages but generally its one-two months before a MIA ninja is declared KIA

· kank isnt worried about gear. gear is a tough dude, they'll come back.

· a week passes and kank isnt worried

· two weeks passes, and he's getting twitchy, spending more and more time hunched up in his studio, tinkering with his puppets

· three weeks passes without a sign from gear, and he's wrecked seven puppet prototypes in senseless death battles and he doesnt want to think about why he's become so snappy and easily frustrated

· (temari pops in on him every so often, forcing sandwiches and energy drinks on him even as he ignores her, whittling down a wooden ball joint with singular concentration)

· the fourth week draws to a close and kank is visiting the mission room every day, lingering inside the doorway, scaring returning genin teams with his impatient aura. he's making trips around the hospitals in case they had an unidentified body turned in (he knows gear by their scars even if their face just wont stick)

· saturday rolls around and kankuro is dragging himself down to the morgues, the crematoriums, clamping down on the threatening waves of despair - he asks by name, by description, by the rate of decay on any bodies returned by scavenging teams sent out across the sandy oceans

· there is no sign of gear, not a peep as the fourth week draws to a close, the deadline for Suna mia operatives

· he goes to the records office to bear witness as they change the status on gear's paperwork, and he feels hollow, like karasu as the red ink is drawn through the status box

· he returns to his house, silent. temari is there, waiting, with a worried furrow between her brows (he thinks he even saw gaara, who was so changed since the chuunin exams, peer at him through his bedroom doorway opened just a crack, that emerald stare assessing, before retreating again)

· he closes the door to his workshop with a calm firmness, blocking out temari's questions

· kankuro stares at his puppets, propped up on various stands and in the corners, half assembled carapaces that seemed to mock him with their glassy stares

· he snaps

· kankuro thinks this is what gaara must have felt like, pulled under by the whirlwind of emotions as he rampages, trashing models and ripping up drawings and smashing incomplete headless, armless bodies. it feels like there isn't enough destruction to match the hole gear's death has left in his own chest and he only stops when his fist pulls its punch instinctively, barely an inch to karasu's face, those lovingly sanded planes and features carved with years of practice and patience

· now karasu is left, his friend before, during, after Gear, and he never thought there would be an 'after Gear' - gear was only a chuunin, they didn't leave the village on any dangerous missions, not like the sand siblings

· kankuro doesnt leave his workshop for three days

· on the third he comes out, with karasu and gathers his supplies. he leaves for the funeral, to send off his friend

· when they had visited konoha, he's seen their Memorial to the dead - a great stone slab, with their names carved into it, the oldest names almost worn away with time and touch. suna doesnt have a memorial - the souls of their shinobi are memorialised at the Oasis

· the spirit oasis lies a few hours run outside of the city of suna, towards the east - once, or so the tales go, the oasis was part of a giant aquaduct that fed the blooming gardens of a wealthy empress, a long time before the establishment of the hidden villages. now, the oasis is a forest of crumbled stone and faceless statues, a giant pair of stone legs, broken at the knee marking the entrance. past there runs a river, mysterious in its crystal clarity - many suna scientists have tried to find the rivers origins and where it disappears to, but it remains one of the sand's greatest mysteries

· it became known as the spirit oasis by the first kazekage, who saw the electric blue lights bob and weave above the rushing waters at night - he took it as a sign, and saw, from the top of the tallest ruin, the great crater that he would build his village in.

· it is to the oasis that the suna shinobi go to remember their dead, and to let them go. it is where kankuro went. it is where he ended up kneeling beside the gently gurgling river, amongst the offerings of food and sake left behind from the visits of other shinobi. bells tinkle melodious in the soft winds, accompanied by the flutter of the shimenawa papers. he looked into the water, so clear he could see the mosaic tiles on the bottom of the aqua duct, and tried to imagine the corpse of his friend, buried somewhere under the grains of sand, lost, decaying until only his bones are left, to be collected one day many generations down, or simply to be forgotten until the gods reclaimed their peoples. kankuro imagines gear's spirit, their soul, instead, bobbing along in this river, laughing and dancing in the night, blue, bright, electric

· "I- Geez, I can't believe you're making me say this, you idiot. I guess, I miss you. It hardly feels like you're gone. It's been, huh, i don't know how long. For me, weeks, since you've died, but I guess it only really hit me some days ago. You- urgh, you really always need to have the last word, don't you, G-"

· Kankuro froze as the wind moaned. It was the wind, right? He knew the reports from the shinobi who had visited this place - odd sounds like groans and moans of the deceased spirits, and the embittered jounin who simply waved the tales off as the sounds the wind makes as it howls through the archways and pillars of the ruins.

· he strains his ear for any other sounds and- there, again. It doesn't sound like the wind, he decides. it sounds like a person, a flesh and blood person. he rises to his feet, slowly pulling a kunai silently out of his pouch. he's ready for an attack as he makes his way through the labyrinth of ruins, following the sounds of grunts and pants of pain. he turns a corner and finds his quarry.

· a fellow suna shinobi, judging by the tattered dull flak vest. brown hair matted to the head with crusted blood, the shinobi is slumped over a large piece of the ceiling that had fallen down centuries ago. as kankuro approaches, the shinobi gestured weakly with their own kunai, dripping blood onto the weeded tiles.

· "who..." the shinobi rasps out

· kankuro doesnt have to hear any more than that word - he recognises the voice, knows it because it's been cycling around his head with endless quips and puns and sarcastic riddles over the past few days. it was a voice he didnt think he'd ever hear again, and now that he has-

· he dropped his kunai with a metallic clutter and swiftly crouched in front of the shinobi, casually brushing away the brandished knife that couldn't have speared a paralysed mouse. slowly, his hands grasped the drooped chin and he straightened the slumped head, so he could look the shinobi in the eyes.

· they were brown and bruised around the edges. they stared back at kankuro for a moment, almost dead, before a spark of recognition lit up in them, and they crinkled up. the blood-tinted mouth stretched up too, showing a set of battered teeth. one hand come up to tug at kankuro's hair.

· "...hey kitty. was the service...good?"

· kankuro laughs and leans forwards, so his forhead touches the other.

· "you're- you're a fucking idiot. you asshole-"

· Gear just grins.

· ………..

· also i had an idea about gear's family

· since they're hoity toity ima imagine they're an Old Clan

· they were maybe friends of the first kazekage, and howsabout they built the water delivery system for the village

· sooo even though they're not really relevant anymore (especially with the rise of more modern technology etc) they're still trying to regain that 'friendship'/allience whatever they had with the first kazekage

· they consider themselves one of the village founders bc of their water systems but they're Not Really. basically the family is pretty stuck up and gear's parents are pretty peeved that Gear doesnt care more about his family history/doesnt conduct themselves with dignity

· Gears parents are snooty plumbers

· family name = 水瓶座/mizugameza

· aka Aquarius/water bearer

· not their original name but they rebranded themselves all fancy like after doing the village plumbing lol

· gear is actually kind of embarassed about their family's attitude which is well known (and sometimes mocked) around the village

· they prefer to just be known as Gear minus family name hence Kankuro didn't actually know which family Gear was a part of until quite a bit into their friendship

· Gear ur a beautiful child I'm glad u were made

· gear deserves all the happiness

· the only reason im glad they're not canon is so they're spared the boruto ending

#theres like a little angsty ficlet in the middle but mostly its gear being a Total Adorable Loser #naruto oc #gear mizugameza

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FtGoG Snippet: That Other One (Part 3 - Last Part)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6K8Uq88BEQ

Gustav Klimt’s Wasserschlangen I / Water Serpents I (1904 - 1907)

It happened like this. He came home after a mission that took the better part of a month, winded and road-weary and, of course, thinking of her. His first thought was to go to her place immediately, to say: Hi, how are you doing? I’m fine. I did fine. I’m home now. What did you do when I was gone? The whole shebang, not because it was something he usually did, but because he knew it would put a smile on her face. It always did when he came back from missions that sent him away from the village, and the first thing he did was check in with her. Perhaps it reminded her of something, or someone. But by the time he reached the gate of the village, it was already half past eight. Not that late, but when he actually got to her house, it would have been toeing the line between inconsiderate and outright improper. She worked hard. Her schedule started early in the day. She needed her rest and he should know better. So he discarded the thought, went home with his siblings, ate a late dinner. He would see her tomorrow, first thing in the morning. It was then that it came out. His mission was a two person one, him and his brother, with their sister remaining home. She updated them on things happening in the village while they were gone, and that was when it came out that she had gotten sick. A rare virga that somehow became a surprise downpour. They had had several of those recently as more and more, the new biome around the village effected changes on the weather conditions, as well as what happened during the vote for war or peace two years ago. The Holy Rain, some people called it, the Bloody Rain, the rain that she called upon to flood the old streets of the village when she wanted to make a point to his father and the warmongers in the council. It was the start of a series of subtle but large scale changes to the entire meteorologic makeup of the region. So, they had rain in Suna now, occasionally. When it did come down, it always came down hard and always it was a surprise to a people so used to a country parched dry as… well… as a desert year round.

“She was caught outside when it came down and came home wet. Got herself a mild case of the cold, so her voice has been a bit funny these last few days. You should bring her some cough candies the next time you see her,” Temari informed him over her bowl of creamy potato soup before smoothly segueing to another topic.

She was sick? The thought niggled. He swallowed his dinner, steak with the mashed potatoes and asparagus, took a drink from his cup. It wasn’t like she had never gotten sick before. She was attended to at all times by her own caretakers. One of the kunoichi who stayed by her side at all times was a medic. It wasn’t like he could do anything even if he were to go there now. That would just be plain silly. And yet…

He finished up his meals, went to wash a day’s worth of road dust off of him, then scampered off to his room where he locked the door in case Kankurou got in his head that they needed another session of brotherly bonding, whatever he meant by that. He climbed onto his bed, thought hard about what he was about to do.

By this time, he’d gotten used to the altered seals of his dust specter state. It had gotten easy, almost second nature. He’d never been suspected, never had sensors turning their heads around trying to look for that blink and you miss it tell-tale flash of a ninjutsu in use. His work on the daisan no me was good—thorough. Nevertheless, even with the possibility of being discovered hovering near zero and with him already following her unseen almost every day for the last few months, he’d never actually followed her home, never violated the sanctity of her house where she had openly welcomed him so many times before.

The boy knew he was bad at the social stuff. A childhood of being the unofficial murder baby of the village would do that to anyone, and that was on top of the child-of-the-reigning-Kazekage thing that got even Temari and Kankurou in a bind sometimes. People were afraid of him. Much less now than it was years ago, but still, his name elicited some reactions, his presence evoked emotions that were not entirely positive. Hard to learn how to talk to people—how to interact in a non-violent and non-threatening way—when a sizable number of the people he met couldn’t wait to get away from him. But bad as he was, even he knew it wasn’t kosher to just barge into another person’s house unseen and uninvited, especially if that other person had done so much for him. If it weren’t for her, he would still be that beastly child who thought thoughtless violence and senseless killing were the only way to prove that he was alive, that he existed.

And yet… something restless stirred in his stomach, a nervous energy that made him want to pace and fidget. I’ll just check on her for a bit, he told himself as he pushed back his reservation. Just to see if she’s alright. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a month, and it would just be a quick look, to make sure she was okay. It wasn’t right, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself. So he flashed through the seals, placed one hand on his eyes and the other on his ear. With the slightest twinge of his chakra, the technique activated, and then… he saw her.

She was sitting, naked, in a marble tub big enough for two.

The boy’s first thought was. I shouldn’t have. His second thought was. Stop now. But he didn’t. He was frozen where he sat, overwhelmed.

There were the sounds of music, of water sloshing in the tub, of faint murmurs, and the scents of vetiver and cedarwood in the steam, and something else crackled in the fireplace of the next room over. And she… she looked good, her skin wet and glistening under the diffused glow of bathroom light, a flush on her cheeks that either came from that cold Temari mentioned or the open bottle of peach sake by her side. Probably the sake, because her lips were stained red. She had put something in the water, something that painted a map of vibrant vortexes and glittering constellations on the surface. She sat half-submerged in there. That shimmering water framed her body, gilded her body like an artwork piece out of some museum, one depicting stars and galaxies being born from the body of a woman as tides of light and shoals of dust surrounded her.

But she wasn’t alone. His father sat on the rim, watching her as she soaked her feet, sitting so close to her that even the specter form’s narrow field of vision had no trouble picking him up.

Something twisted deep in the boy’s stomach, pulled taut. A strange heat crawled behind his eyes while thoughts churned furiously in his head. His father? Here? His father? With her? These thoughts were strange, and inexplicably uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard the occasional rumors surrounding the two of them. It wasn’t like he never noticed how close they seemed to be at times. He wasn’t stupid, nor was he blind. But, there was a disconnect. What seemed obvious to other more well-adjusted people simply didn’t occur to him at all. He knew little of human bonding, and even less of attachment. He simply wasn’t one to think much of idle gossips. But here, and now, with what he was seeing, with how close his father was sitting next to her, how relaxed he seemed, how unlike his usual self.

What were they to each other? Officially, Kage and subject, guardian and ward, even if she had long since come of age. Unofficially, master and student, and perhaps friends, because of all the things they had gone through together. The revival of the great motherland, the revolt, the purge, and the healing after. But there was nothing even vaguely like guardian and ward or master and student going on here. That wasn’t how normal guardians looked at their wards. And students didn’t smile at their masters in such a way, did they?

She was wearing a strange smile. He had never ever seen her smile like that to anyone before. Teasing and… inviting… somehow.

They were talking quietly between themselves, about something going on at work today. His father said something. It must have been nothing good because it put a frown on her face. She kicked up her leg, splashed the water. He dodged it with the slightest twist. He said something again, one eyebrow raised. It was a challenge, because immediately, she reached out, grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him into the tub with her. Her hold was soft, flimsy. He should have been able to dodge it or break free of it, even if he was asleep or drugged to his gills. But he didn’t. Instead, he let her pull him in, let himself fall into the water, full Kazekage regalia and all, minus the hat. He made a great big splash. He sent torrent of water over the rim and down to the floor. She laughed at him. Her laughter was rich and warm and it made the boy’s stomach twist in strange pleasant, not pleasant ways.

She said—“My bathtub Kage”—as he wiped the water from his face. There was glitter on his temple, on his hands, on his drenched Kazekage robe. He looked ridiculous.

“I don’t mind being Kage of this tub,” he replied.

“There’s exactly one resident in tub-land, TubKage-sama. I’m not sure how it measures up to one of the great five. You don’t mind the demotion, do you?” she said again. She picked the suds out of his hair, shifted so as to allow him more space.

He sat up straight, cupped her chin with one hand.

“Just one is fine.” He kissed her, long and deep, as his son gave a strangled cry, unseen and unheard in the background.

After a minute, she pulled back, gave him a look filled with deep need, and want, and adoration. A look the boy knew all too well. He’d worn it before, carried it before, deep in his heart. He just hadn’t recognized what it was until now.

She drew him into her, their bodies intertwined, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. And then when it was done, when they lay in the water, spent and basking in the afterglow, she held him tight, and whispered…

… Never let me go…

He kissed her on her temple, on her eyelids, on her wine-stained lips. With tenderness he reserved for no one else, he said...

… Not until the day I die…

It was then, and only then, that the boy disconnected the specter form. The vision faded away. The sound dimmed. The scents of the bathroom and of sex receded. He sat alone in his bed, trembling. A hot broth of realization, shock, humiliation, pain, jealousy, disgust, and the creeping tendrils of despair simmered in the pit of his stomach. He put his hands on his face. His skin felt like glass that was breaking with every tiny move he made. His heart whumped endlessly in his ribcage, and with every beat it put yet another fracture on his breaking glass skin. And there, on his forehead, the scarlet letter he had carved into himself in remembrance, in defiance, in rebellion. It felt raw, as if he had not put it there years ago but only just now, hot and painful and bleeding.

The boy’s uncle once said love was medicine, and perhaps that was true. But what was also true was the fact that some medicines were poisons, and though they might cure you, they could also kill you.

…………………….......................

Irony, that the one who taught him of love and self-forgiveness also taught him jealousy and how deep despair could run—that the one who picked up the pieces of him and glued him back together was also the one who broke him again, that the one whom he loved the most also hurt him the most.

……. …………….........................

The thing about truth was, once he found it, learned of it, he could not put it back into the box and lock it away, could not pretend he had never known it. He tried to. He really did. For a short few days, he pretended as if nothing happened, that he went home from that long mission and went to sleep without ever thinking of her or checking up on her. But then morning came and he got up and cleaned himself and clothed himself and like a moth to a flame, pulled by the force of habit, he went to her. They ate breakfast together in her kitchen, talked to her kunoichi bodyguards, discussed what they would do for the day. And all that time all he could think was…

… Is my father in your bed right now? Or did he leave through the window of your bedroom before I came here? Did you wash and iron his clothes for him and dress him in the morning? Or did he leave spares in your closet, in between your skirts and your shirts?

Some of it must have shown on his face, because she looked concerned, asked him what was wrong. In his head, he screamed.

You kissed my father with wine in your mouth. You let him into you, let him ensconce himself in you.

But outside he said he was just tired from the long trip and here, have some cough drops he brought. She smiled at him, said thank you, told him what a thoughtful boy he was. And again in his mind he shouted.

Don’t call me boy. Don’t give me that smile like you give to little children. Give me the one that you gave my father. Call my name like you call my father.

But somewhere, deeper in his heart, a tiny part of him cried. Stop putting cracks in my make-believe world. It’s a lie I know, but it’s a pretty lie. So please let me have this if I can’t have the real thing.

She looked worried at his silence, said perhaps they could take an easy day today, let him have some down time. They could go somewhere quiet and just enjoy each other’s company. He had half a mind to reject her, to walk away, to break free, to tear into her heart and do to her what she did to him, but in his eyes, she shone, beautiful and terrible, not like the sun—no more—but like white lightning. She ran through him and left him charred, and spent, and ruined before he could even lay claim to adulthood.

I love you, he thought in his head, and felt the slightest bit of pressure let loose. Finally he could put a name to the strange feeling he had carried in his heart all this time. But it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?

At the back of the room, the chief of kunoichi looked at him. Oren, her name was. She wore a look of faint recognition and pity. He looked back at her for a brief moment, let loose his boiling anger and his resentment for a brief moment. You knew, didn’t you? You knew and you didn’t warn me. You let me fall. You let her poison me. I should kill you. I should kill you right now. Crush you until what was left of you would be lost in my sand.

But right at that moment, she took his hand and pulled him away, out the door to a new day, and like always, he could never resist her. The last of his childhood died this way, whimpering and alone, unmourned by none saved perhaps for the boy himself.

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The first year was the toughest. He struggled with this new reality, with emotions he now could put a name to but could not declare out loud. Fourteen years old but he knew the hunger of a man grown. He tumbled, lost and alone. He fell. He hurt himself. No one ever taught him that love hurt like so. He was paralyzed, by fear, and pain, and humiliation and a shameful hunger he kept to himself.

He dreamt of her.

She walked before him in a green field, bare feet in the grass. She turned around as the sun crested the hills in the distance and smiled at him. He looked at her, at the sun caught in her raven hair. She gave him a smile like the one she gave to his father.

Come with me, Gaara, she said. The sound of his name coming from her mouth was enough to undo him, to make him throw away everything and follow her. Let’s go watch the lilies and daisies bloom. We will sit under the shade of the orchards and I will give you a kiss like I gave your father.

But the moment he took her hand, she became a thousand dandelion blooms and disappeared in a tide of light. The sun greyed. The flowers rotted. The greenfield around them withered and died, and he was left all alone in the dead land, in the land that his father deemed too far, too useless, and too dangerous to allow her to go. The boy, the beast, shunned, forgotten.

He knew all the longing and the wanting but none of the taste itself. He dreamt of taking his place not behind but beside her. He dreamt of walking side by side, of holding her hands, of trading secrets in whispers. In his dreams, he built a world where he needed not shy away, where he did not fear, and longed for discovery, for this secrecy to disappear. He thought of drawing her into this secret world, of making a home there where he was not a boy but a man, in love, and beloved; where she was not she, but his woman, his one.

They were in the greenfield again, but this time around it was nighttime and he was walking before her. He turned and took her hand and drew her to him. He kissed her on the lips. It was as sweet as he imagined it to be. Venoms dripped from her mouth but he didn’t mind. He would rather die young than live alone without her. He looked to the skies and said.

Kagome, Kagome, come with me to the stars where we can be with each other. We will grow flowers and build our lives there. I’ll be the fox boy in your tales and you be my thunder girl. We will be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds. You can kiss me and kill me slowly, but that’s okay. Because everything I have, I have already given to you. And if you throw me away, that’s fine too, because ever since I took your hand and let you lead me into your orchards I had already forfeited myself to you.

Sometimes, the hardest part was dealing with the anger. It simmered beneath everything else, beneath the resentment, the bitter jealousy, the pain, sometimes roiling and threatening to overcome him. The urge to slide back into the beastly child was strong. Sometimes all he wanted was to go back to a time when everything was simpler, when the anchors of his existence were violence and bloodshed. It would be easy, he thought, so easy, to end everything in an all consuming blaze, to…

… sink a kunai deep into her heart, catch her as she fell, watch the life ebb in her eyes, see him become her entire world in the last few seconds of her life…

It would be easy, to end it all. He could do it, he knew. Her power was great, but her body was frail. And above all else, she trusted him implicitly.

And if he did it, once he did it, what was next? What came next after she fell silent and quiet in his arms?

The boy swam in a sea of dark fantasies, a shadow paradise he made for himself. The refuge of his terrible, monstrous self, away from the pain, away from the boiling anger, away from the disgust and self-loathing.

If he survived the wrath of his father and of all those who loved her, he would take her and go. He would go into the deep desert, into the heart of the deadland where not even father could go. He could go there on a passage made with his sand. They would go to a place as isolated as the stars in the skies of his dreams. And there, in the place where all was dead and gone and every cry in his tell-tale heart was quieted at last, he would build her a castle made of sand, a tomb as large and deep as the great desert itself. He would make her a bed of crystal, where she would sleep undisturbed. He would gather the dew of of desert night and make her a crown of ice. Then he would lie down next to her, close his eyes, hold her hands, and slowly, ever so slowly, drift off to sleep, and never wake up again. They would be interred in the heart of the great desert, and be together forever.

Now and then, he would think of this plan, this dark dream. He loved the closure it offered, the promise of an end, the ease of it all. Once, he stood by her side as she slept under the trees in their garden, a kunai heavy in his hand and this dark dream in his heart.

Do it, something whispered in his ears. Do it, and set yourself free. Do it!

She wore a blue dress that day, with little yellow swirls sewn into the helm, and her long hair in a braid. He touched her hair with one hand, felt its cool, silky texture between his fingers. He thought, I could lose myself in you. I could lose myself in you forever, if only you’ll just let me. With his other hand, he brought up the kunai, six inches of cold steel, and heavy as a mountain.

She opened her eyes then, saw him, and closed them just as soon. She slept unperturbed. He let the kunai go, let it fall from his hand like so much dead weight. He would rather kill himself first before he hurt her.

……………………….

The day after his fifteenth birthday, his sister found him alone in the deadland three hours from the village. Without saying a word, she sat down next to him. She was always the shrewd one in their family, the one who understood things without being told the full story.

“Temari…” he said after half an hour of silence passed between them. “How… do you make someone love you?” He looked at her, and his desperation must have shown because she flinched from him. “You were taught… those classes, right? Back when we were kids. You know how, don’t you? Won’t you teach me, please?”

She fell silent for a minute, before finally said.

“That’s not love, Gaara.” She pat him on the back. “That’s just a pretty lie. You can’t make people love you. It’s not that easy. If she doesn’t love you, then she doesn’t love you. You can’t force it. I should know.”

“Then… what do I do?”

“Let it go,” she said. “Move on. This too shall pass.”

He looked at her long and hard, then finally he said. “Okay…”

He didn’t know if he could. But he could try.

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He’s sixteen. His best friend found out that he loved the woman who belonged to his father. Akatsuki came and took her while he nearly bled out on the other side of the village. They fought, nearly invaded another country, and kicked up a hornet’s nest in almost every nation that cared, but they got her back. And now he’s standing here, at the head of the crowd that is seeing his father off to the Kage Summit that will attempt to straighten out the knots that Akatsuki threw at them.

He is nearly as tall as his father now, and there they stand, man and son. Reining Kazekage and his heir apparent.

“You’ll be fine,” the father says, patting the son on his shoulder. “Look after the village for me.”

It is more trust and more faith than he has ever shown to his youngest son. It is the fruit of a long, and difficult healing process between father and son. They have not gone through every wound between them yet, but they are getting there. This too is something that was started because of her.

He nods solemnly. He doesn’t trust himself to say anything else. His father the titan, his father who she loves.

The Kazekage turns and with a gesture, they are off towards the road. The crowd roars. Some of them break off to follow. She lingers behind for a moment, her hand clutching the rein of a desert eagle the size of a horse. One of his father’s summons, tasked with carrying her with him to the Summit.

“Hey,” she says. “Did you want to tell me something? Sorry. Yesterday was… hectic.”

“It’s nothing,” he replies, keeping a lid on everything that threatens to boil to the surface. “Just… look after father for me.” It’s the last thing he wants to tell her, but it is also the proper thing.

She brightens up. “I will,” she says, and then smiles at him. “You take care of yourself too, Gaara. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

There’s something in her smile, something that twists and pierces, that kicks up all the hurt and all the anger in him. And he wonders, for a split second, if she smiles at him because it is him, or if she smiles at him because she sees the father in the son.

Don’t look at me like that. I’m not your child.

It takes until he sees the flash of hurt and shock in her face for him to realize he has said that out loud, with all the venom and the bitter resentment that come with it.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She recoils as if stung. “I’ll just… I’ll just go.” She gets on the eagle and they fly away.

He makes to follow her, to right the wrong he inflicted, to tell her that he never meant to hurt her. But his sister holds him back with one hand.

“Don’t,” says Temari. A frown mars her face. “It will pass. Let it pass.”

It takes everything he has to stay. It takes everything he has to stand there and watch her figure fades into the distance, until eventually even the crowd around them starts to disperse. His sister holds him by the hand, and slowly she starts to pull him back into the village.

“Let it go, Gaara. There’s much to do.”

“... Okay…” he mutters under his breath and let her pull him away. He throws one last look over his shoulder, in the direction where she flies away. If one day this passes and he truly lets her go, what will be left of him then? If one day this passes and he ceases to love her so, what will be left of them then?

He sends his wonders to the skies and buries his dreams in the earth. He burns the poetry he never writes for her in the dark of the night and swears to himself he will try to forget.

What is love without tragedy?

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A/N: and that’s done. The Valentine snippet, as promised. This snippet was beast. It clocks in at 9411 words. It’s a snippet in name only. In truth, this is the condensed and streamlined version of Gaara’s Interlude, an interlude that will feature around the middle to end part of arc 3. Hope you enjoy that. And now, to write up that small character study post on Gaara I mentioned!!

#Ask Sythe #From the Garden of Gods #Excerpt

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The Little Prince of Halloween

AO3 link: The Little Prince of Halloween: Chapter 1

Jack whimpered as he walked through the haunted house. He didn’t know why he’d let his friends convince him to come in here by himself. Everyone knew the house was haunted and that anyone that entered never emerged. That’s what Christian’s big brother and his friends had said, anyways. Dad and Otosan wouldn’t have let them anywhere near the house; not because it was haunted, of course, because adults didn’t believe in that stuff; but Christian had wanted to see it. And then his big brother had told them the story and Jason had dared him to go inside and then everyone else had dared him too. He was really scared and he wanted to leave, but he had to stay inside for ten minutes to prove he wasn’t a big scaredy-cat.

He heard something shatter against the ground near his feet and screamed, leaping away from it. He stared at the old glass on the floor and felt heat rush up his face in embarrassment. He’d knocked the stupid thing over with his elbow and screamed like a baby. Tears burned down his face and he dropped onto his bottom to cry.

He was so stupid! He was stupid and a big scaredy-cat. His Dad wouldn’t be scared of this stuff! Why couldn’t he be brave and show his friends that there was nothing in this stupid old house? Why did he have to be so scared?

“Hey, you okay?” a gruff voice asked.

Jack gasped and looked up, staring at the wolfman dressed like a cowboy kneeling down in front of him. He felt his bladder tremble and he bit his lip as more tears started falling. He didn’t want to be eaten either!

“W-werewolf!” he cried as he tried to scramble away from the monster.

“Where?” the wolfman demanded as he looked around. The fuzzy ears on the top of his head stood up straight as his eyes widened and his mouth made an “o”. He turned to give Jack a silly, lopsided grin that made Jack giggle softly. “Oh, yer talkin’ about me! Well, I’ll have you know I ain’t a werewolf. I’m a werecoyote. And I don’t eat kids, if that’s what yer worried about.”

“What do you eat, Mr. Werecoyote?” Jack asked softly. “Grown-ups?”

“Nah; humans taste really gross,” the werecoyote stuck out his tongue between his fangs. “I usually eat steak and burgers. The odd chicken now and again when I can catch the slippery devils. Who’d think those feather-butts were so quick?”

Jack giggled and wiped at his eyes. “Do you live here, Mr. Werecoyote?”

“Call me Jesse,” the werecoyote smiled. “And no, I don’t. I just come here to see if there’s anyone that wants to go to a really cool party.”

“A party?” Jack frowned.

Jesse nodded his head and his floppy ears bounced over the rim of his cowboy hat. “Yah! It’s awesome! There’s cake and candies and Ana always makes this amazing punch. Really wets yer whistle.”

Jack’s frown deepened. “My Daddy said not to trust strangers that offer candy to get me to go somewhere,” he said.

Jesse blinked at him and then grinned. “Yer Daddy’s really smart then. But I give you my word as a werecoyote that I ain’t gunna kidnap yah. I just kinda told the King that I was bringing a friend and they cancelled on me at the last minute. Don’t want to show up all alone.”

“The King?” Jack blinked.

“The King of Halloween,” Jesse nodded. “He’s the coolest. Ain’t no one more powerful than him and tonight is his night.”

“It’s his birthday?” Jack asked.

“Nah, it’s just the day when his powers are their strongest,” Jesse shook his head. “Think he’s born in May or somethin’. Or maybe that was his dad. I can’t remember; I was never good with rememberin’ birthdays.”

“My Daddy will be worried if I’m home too late,” Jack added.

“No problem,” Jesse grinned as he pulled an old-fashioned pocket watch out of his pocket. “It’s only a quarter after nine,” he said as he pressed one of the knobs. “There, time’s stopped for now. We can go to the party and return without anyone missing you.”

“You sure?” Jack asked.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Jesse said as he made an x over his chest.

Jack swallowed. “Okay. My name’s Jack.”

“Jack? I like it!” Jesse barked, wagging his tail happily. “Come on! Portal’s right over here!”

Jack giggled as he followed Jesse out of the hallway. They walked across the main floor and Jesse opened a closet door. He bowed at the waist and motioned towards the swirling green portal on the other side of the door. Jack swallowed nervously before he stepped forward into it.

“Oh!” a voice said as he felt hot and cold rush over him. “Hello, dear. Are you Jesse’s friend?”

Jack opened his eyes and stared at the women in front of him. They were half-bird and brilliantly coloured, their hair done like the ones he’d seen in the Egyptian wing of the museum, and their make-up very similar. They were beautiful, their feathers gleaming in the candlelight around them and they were all dressed in similarly brilliant costumes that accentuated their hips.

“Yes,” he nodded shyly. “I’m Jack.”

They started twittering and smiling at him immediately. A few moved forward to pet his hair, cooing that he was adorable. Jack blushed and squirmed wishing Jesse was there so that he could hide behind his leg.

“Enough of that, ladies!” a voice shouted before a much older birdwoman stepped forward. “Give the poor boy some room. Don’t go mother henning him when he just stepped through the portal. The poor dear probably doesn’t know what to make of all you harpies.”

The other women backed off immediately as the gray haired woman knelt down to be on eye level with Jack. She wasn’t as brilliantly coloured as the other women, but Jack immediately liked her best. There was something motherly about her that he knew he could trust. Her gray hair and blue feathers made him want to snuggle in close and listen to old stories.

“Did Jesse bring you here?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” Jack nodded.

“Sorry I’m late!” Jesse barked as he stepped through the portal. “I wanted to make sure the coast was clear. Never know what supernatural person might be lurking in the shadows.” Jesse sat down beside Jack and grinned. “You met Ana and her flock, huh?”

“Ana?” Jack asked, looking at the older woman.

“That is correct,” she smiled. “I am Ana Amari. These twittering darlings are my sisters, nieces, cousins, and daughters.”

“That’s a lot of family,” Jack murmured.

“We harpies like to have large families. It keeps us safe,” Ana said. “Your make-up is ruined. Do you want me to fix it?”

“Please,” Jack giggled.

“Can I carry you?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” Jack laughed. “If you can. I’m eight years old!”

“Oh, I can carry much older boys than that,” she reassured him before hoisting him up under the armpits. “Oh, my, but you are a healthy little boy, aren’t you, Jack? Your parents must take very good care of you.”

Jack nodded as he was carried off to a side room on Ana’s hip. Ana started pulling out makeup and touching up Jack’s face. Her feathers tickled his nose and he giggled and huffed at them. She smiled at him, her dark brown eyes twinkling.

“So,” she asked as she smeared makeup under his eye. “Why were you all alone? Jesse doesn’t like to approach children in crowds. Always afraid of getting attacked, that one. Doesn’t matter that he’s older now; you never forget your first beating at the hands of other children.”

“Daddy let me go trick-or-treating with my friends,” he said. “Otosan didn’t want me to go, but Mommy reminded him that it’s a safe town and that Christian’s older brother would be looking after us. He’s fourteen. And then Mama said that he couldn’t keep me against his hip like he does with Hanzo and Genji because I’m not little anymore.”

“Big family,” Ana smiled.

Jack nodded. “Daddy and Mommy were married, but then they stopped loving each other as anything but really good friends. Otosan and Mama were married too, but they were never more than friends. Then Daddy met Otosan and Mommy met Mama and they fell in love and we all live together now.”

“That’s…quite the family,” Ana chuckled. “I’m glad they still get along. Break-ups and divorces are always messy.”

Jack nodded happily. “Is my makeup fixed?” he asked.

“It is; you are a terrifying little vampire,” she chuckled.

Jack grinned widely before he accepted her hand and followed her out of the room. Jesse wagged his tail happily at the sight of him before happily picking him up and setting him on his hip. Jack laughed, grinning as he was easily carried past the twittering harpies and into the ballroom.

He stared at the scene in front of him, wondering if he had stepped into a movie at some point. Hundreds of candles were floating in the air, throwing firelight in all directions while a roaring fire made the room nice and warm. Rows and rows of tables were piled high with food; everything from roasted pig to candy corn was laid out. People were dancing in the center, their costumes so brilliantly coloured that Jack wanted to cry because they were so beautiful.

He saw werewolves and fairies and angels and demons and all sorts of mythical creatures. A tall, muscular harpy was dancing with a centaur, easily keeping her feet from being crushed by their enormous hooves. An angel was dancing with a much shorter being, laughing happily as they somehow managed to jump in the air and do a somersault.

“Whoa,” he whispered against Jesse’s cheek.

“Somethin’ special, eh?” Jesse chuckled. “Yer a guest of honour, Jack. Not too often we get humans comin’ here to celebrate with us.”

“They won’t hurt me?” he asked.

“Nah, no one likes to hurt a kid,” Jesse said before he set him down. “You gunna keep up with me, little vampire?”

“Uh huh,” Jack said as he held onto Jesse’s belt loop.

“There’s a good kid,” Jesse wagged his tail. “Come on; I’ll introduce ya to some friends of mine.”

Jack followed Jesse over to the angel and the short man. They both stared at Jack in awe before the angel knelt down to cup his face in her hands. She kissed his forehead and murmured something softly before she gave Jack a big hug.

“It is an honour to meet you,” she smiled. “My name is Angela.”

“I’m Jack,” he smiled in return to before he looked at the short man. “Um. Are you a dwarf?”

“By some definitions,” the man snorted. “Technically, I’m an elf with dwarfism. Most people don’t like to notice that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jack ducked his head.

“Ah, don’t feel bad,” the man smiled at him. “Yer just a kid; what would you know about elven politics? Name’s Torbjörn, little vampire.”

“I’m not really a vampire,” Jack giggled.

“Ah, I know; can see it in those pretty blue eyes of yers,” Torbjörn smiled. “Yer a human. Don’t get too many of them around here. Real treat fer us.”

“The King isn’t going to be mad, right?” Jack asked softly.

“No,” Angela shook her head. “He will be just as happy to meet you, Jack. Don’t be afraid.”

Jack smiled just as a hush fell over the room. Jack pressed himself against Jesse’s leg as they turned to face a set of double doors. They opened wide, but there were too many heads in the way for Jack to see who was coming. He held on tightly to Jesse’s belt loop as people started parting and bowing to whoever was walking towards them.

Jack stared at the figure that emerged from the crowd. They were just a child, shorter than even Jack was, wearing a regal suit with a long cape. Jack giggled in spite of himself as he looked into the triangle eyeholes of the pumpkin head the king was wearing.

“You’re a kid!” he said happily. “Just like me!”

“Of course,” the King laughed. “What did you think I was?”

“An adult, like everyone else here,” Jack said before he bowed at the waist. “It is an honour to meet you, King of Halloween!”

“It is a pleasure to meet you too, vampire human,” the King laughed.

“My name’s Jack!” he grinned as he straightened up.

“Mine’s Gabriel,” the King’s triangle eyes turned into thin chevrons and he tipped his head to the side. “Do you like candy corn?”

“Yup,” Jack grinned.

“Good! I can’t stand it and they always put out way too much. Come on!” Gabriel laughed as he grabbed Jack’s hand.

They hurried off towards the food table and Jack could just see most of the adults nodding their heads. Had he done something that they approved of? He wondered what it was.

Gabriel picked up a strange looking treat and held it out to him. “I know it looks funny, but it’s a cookie,” he laughed. “Ana likes to make funny shapes for me.”

Jack nibbled on the cookie and blinked. “Ooh!” he laughed before popping the cookie into his mouth. “It’s good. But I’m scared to ask what it is.”

“Chocolate chippit, duh,” Gabriel shook his head. “What did you think it was?”

“Toenails?” Jack laughed.

“Ew!” Gabriel pulled his head back and shook it. “Ew! Why would we eat that!?”

“Because it’s Halloween and that’s what most monsters eat, right? Toenails and blood and eyeballs….”

“That’s so gross,” Gabriel laughed before he carefully fed a cookie through the spaces in his wicked grin. “No one eats that!”

“Well, that just means that I can eat everything without a fear,” Jack grinned before he reached up to grab another cookie. “So, how old are you?”

“Nine,” Gabriel replied.

“You’re so short!”

“Shut up! I’ll grow,” Gabriel pouted, the happy grin on the pumpkin’s face turning upside down.

Jack giggled and poked the pumpkin’s cheek. “So, is this your real face?”

“No, it’s sort of the crown that I have to wear,” Gabriel said. “Maybe if you’re really nice to me, I’ll let you see my real face.”

“You’re on!” Jack laughed. “So, is there anything to do besides eat?”

“You bet! Come on!”

Gabriel stayed with him throughout the party, showing him how to play the games that were set up. No one let Gabriel win just because he was the king, but he was talented enough to win most of the competitions. Jack beat him in the beanbag throw and the centaur in charge of the game, Reinhardt, laughed loudly as he handed him the stuffed Cerberus toy he wanted.

They stuffed themselves on delicious food, giggling and laughing happily. They danced with the music, Gabriel happily showing him how to waltz while Ana carried him through a tango and Jesse showed him how to foxtrot. Reinhardt let them ride on his back as he and another centaur jousted each other, his huge back and shoulders keeping the lance from striking them.

“This is so much fun!” Jack laughed. “I never want it to end!”

“I know,” Gabriel said as he tugged Jack along behind him. “But it has to. You have to go home to your family.”

“I know,” Jack smiled and hugged Gabriel tightly. “You’re the coolest, Gabriel!”

“Thanks! You’re cool too!” Gabriel laughed before they stepped out onto a balcony. “Okay, you remember how I said that I’d show you my face if you were really nice to me?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, here we are,” Gabriel said. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? They get really mad when I don’t have my pumpkin on.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Gabriel shrugged. “Something to do with not being assassinated, but I don’t care. I feel safe with you.”

Jack nodded and sat down on the bench. Gabriel reached up and carefully pulled the pumpkin off of his head. Jack’s mouth opened in a big ‘o’ as he stared at the bronze-skinned boy pushing his curls out of his face. There was a faint orange glow around his throat and behind his eyes, which were a sweet brown colour.

“You’re really pretty,” Jack said softly.

“You think so?” Gabriel grinned, showing off a missing canine tooth in his top jaw. “You’re really pretty too, Jack!”

Jack blushed in spite of himself and giggled. “Thank you for trusting me, Gabriel. I promise, I won’t tell a soul,” he said as he crossed his heart.

“Thank you,” Gabriel smiled. “There’s one other thing I want to give you.”

Gabriel pulled a necklace out of his pocket and held it out to him. Jack took it and stared at the owl head and wings dangling from the chain.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured.

“I want you to have it,” Gabriel smiled. “It’s a token of my esteem. It means that I put a lot of value in our friendship and that you will always be welcome in my court. It’s an honour few people get.”

“Thank you so much!” Jack grinned as he slipped the necklace over his head. “I’ll treasure it always!”

“Um,” Gabriel bit his lip. “Can I also give you a kiss?”

“A kiss?” Jack blushed up even more than he already was. “W-why?”

“Because I want to. Is that bad?”

“No,” Jack shook his head. “I just don’t know too many boys that want to kiss each other. What if my breath smells bad?”

“I don’t care,” Gabriel smiled. “Mine probably smells just as bad.”

Jack giggled as he got to his feet. Gabriel stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. It tingled, like he had stepped a little too close to a fire. Jack shivered as Gabriel pulled away and smiled.

“Thank you,” he said before he looked down at his feet. “I should get going.”

“Yah,” Gabriel nodded. “Come on. Jesse’ll take you home.”

Jack followed Gabriel back into the ballroom after he had put his head back on and they headed for Jesse. The werecoyote happily scooped Jack up and set him on his hip, grinning as Gabriel tipped his head back.

“Farewell, Jack,” Gabriel said. “I look forward to your next visit.”

“Me too,” Jack said as he bowed his head. “May your reign be long and prosperous, Gabriel!”

Jesse carried him out of the ballroom as everyone waved goodbye. Jack rested his head on Jesse’s shoulder as they walked back through the portal to the haunted house. Jack retrieved his bag of candy from the ground and placed the Cerberus stuffy inside.

“Will I be able to go again next year?” he asked.

“Not sure,” Jesse scratched at his neck. “Might be a while before the paths open properly again. Don’t worry. I’ll come find you when the next party happens. You can count on it.”

“Okay,” Jack smiled as Jesse pressed the button on his pocket watch.

He waited a few more minutes as Jesse vanished from sight before he walked out of the house and grinned at the stunned kids waiting outside. He waved and trotted forward, shooting Christian’s older brother a grin.

“See? Piece of cake!”

#Jack Morrison #Gabriel Reyes #Jesse McCree #Ana Amari #Overwatch Halloween AU #long post

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for that ask thing if youre up for it just answer the whole thing. i'll read every answer even if no one else wants to take the time to

musorry it took me so long to do this ahhh but you’re so sweet thank you

200: My crush’s name is: Steven 199: I was born in: Newfoundland, Canada198: I am really: sleepy197: My cellphone company is: bell196: My eye color is: blue195: My shoe size is: 10194: My ring size is: 8193: My height is: 5′2″192: I am allergic to: nothing afaik191: My 1st car was: i haven’t had one of my own lol190: My 1st job was: never had one189: Last book you read: Girl, Interrupted188: My bed is: so comfy and needs the sheets changed187: My pet: s are nerds186: My best friend: Lucy!!185: My favorite shampoo is: don’t really have one?184: Xbox or ps3: uhhh ps3?183: Piggy banks are: rlly good because i find money i didn’t know i had182: In my pockets: no pockets on my pajama shorts181: On my calendar: don’t have one oop180: Marriage is: special and exciting to me c:179: Spongebob can: ????178: My mom: is probably the best parent i could have asked for177: The last three songs I bought were? Fast Car by Tracy Chapman, Hurt by Johnny Cash and I don’t remember any other than those lol176: Last YouTube video watched: primitive technology-mud175: How many cousins do you have? 2 second cousins lol174: Do you have any siblings? older brother173: Are your parents divorced? nope172: Are you taller than your mom? i think we’re the same height171: Do you play an instrument? yup, guitar, bass, clarinet, a little piano170: What did you do yesterday? went to visit lucy in the hospital, hung out w some friends[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: nah168: Luck: yes167: Fate: yes166: Yourself: nope165: Aliens: yes164: Heaven: i believe in a good and bad afterlife 163: Hell: ^162: God: nope161: Horoscopes: kinda, for fun?160: Soul mates: yes159: Ghosts: yes158: Gay Marriage: yes157: War: nope156: Orbs: what155: Magic: kinda[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs153: Drunk or High: neither lol152: Phone or Online: phone151: Red heads or Black haired: both150: Blondes or Brunettes: blondes (i’ve always had a thing for blondes idk why)149: Hot or cold: neither 148: Summer or winter: summer147: Autumn or Spring: spring146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate145: Night or Day: night144: Oranges or Apples: oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: on me, straight hair142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonalds141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk chocolate140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: how is this even a question, sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: not a fan of cola136: Hillary or Obama: ehh obama?135: Burried or cremated: buried so i can have a neat headstone134: Singing or Dancing: singing133: Coach or Chanel: neither132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who131: Small town or Big city: big city130: Wal-Mart or Target: target129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: neither128: Manicure or Pedicure: manicure127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast126: Your Birthday or Christmas: christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers124: Disney or Six Flags: never been so idk123: Yankees or Red Sox: nope[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: bad121: George Bush: b a d120: Gay Marriage: yes?? duh119: The presidential election: ew118: Abortion: pro-choice117: MySpace: dead before i got the chance to meet it116: Reality TV: entertaining sometimes 115: Parents: mine are good114: Back stabbers: fuck em113: Ebay: good112: Facebook: meh111: Work: meh110: My Neighbors: nice lady109: Gas Prices: too expensive jesus fuck108: Designer Clothes: unnecessary 107: College: idk 106: Sports: ew105: My family: good104: The future: scary[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: like an hour ago102: Last time you ate: about 7:00101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: i think like three weeks ago?100: Cried in front of someone: today99: Went to a movie theater: almost two years i think damn wild98: Took a vacation: i don’t really do that97: Swam in a pool: couple years96: Changed a diaper: never95: Got my nails done: like more than a decade ago (at a salon i do them myself frequently)94: Went to a wedding: three or four years?93: Broke a bone: never have92: Got a peircing: 3 years ago91: Broke the law: never that i know of90: Texted: today[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: Steven88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: Molly (my dog) and steven87: The last movie I saw: Star Trek 486: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: nothing really85: The thing im not looking forward to: going to homewood84: People call me: by my name83: The most difficult thing to do is: get out of bed82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never81: My zodiac sign is: Leo80: The first person i talked to today was: my mom79: First time you had a crush: second grade78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: mom lol77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: i dunno76: Right now I am talking to: steven75: What are you going to do when you grow up: no idea74: I have/will get a job: hopefully in the new year73: Tomorrow: sunday72: Today: saturday71: Next Summer: 201870: Next Weekend: october69: I have these pets: dog and cat68: The worst sound in the world: ice scraping 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: idk honestly i just cry a lot66: People that make you happy: lucy, steven65: Last time I cried: today64: My friends are: amazing people63: My computer is: kinda shit62: My School: nope61: My Car: isn’t mine 60: I lose all respect for people who: i have a lot of answers for this59: The movie I cried at was: i don’t remember aaaaaaaaa58: Your hair color is: bleach blonde rn57: TV shows you watch: nothing consistently 56: Favorite web site: this hellsite for some ungodly reason55: Your dream vacation: i wanna go to bora bora but also tour europe54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when i overdosed 53: How do you like your steak cooked: don’t like steak52: My room is: a mess51: My favorite celebrity is: frank iero50: Where would you like to be: sleep49: Do you want children: i think so48: Ever been in love: yes47: Who’s your best friend: lucy46: More guy friends or girl friends: guys45: One thing that makes you feel great is: people complimenting my makeup44: One person that you wish you could see right now: not sure43: Do you have a 5 year plan: i don’t even have a 5 minute plan lol42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: not a physical one41: Have you pre-named your children: no40: Last person I got mad at: probably steven lol39: I would like to move to: not sure38: I wish I was a professional: guitarist or bassist [ My Favorites ]37: Candy: sour patch kids36: Vehicle: idk35: President: no34: State visited: never left the province 33: Cellphone provider: i guess my current one32: Athlete: nope31: Actor: not sure30: Actress: not sure29: Singer: don’t28: Band: don’t even27: Clothing store: wh26: Grocery store: who has a favourite grocery store25: TV show: don’t really have one24: Movie: the rocky horror picture show23: Website: tumblr i suppose22: Animal: opossum21: Theme park: never been to one20: Holiday: christmas19: Sport to watch: hockey18: Sport to play: nope17: Magazine: nope16: Book: laura jane grace’s autobiography 15: Day of the week: friday14: Beach: sandy cove beach13: Concert attended: the first time i saw marianas trench12: Thing to cook: i hate cooking11: Food: nachos or taquitos10: Restaurant: boston pizza9: Radio station: we only have two lol8: Yankee candle scent: never seen one irl7: Perfume: i have this dove spray i rlly like but it’s discontinued :(6: Flower: gerbera daisies5: Color: blue4: Talk show host: nope3: Comedian: bo burnham2: Dog breed: alaskan malamutes1: did you answer all these truthfully ? 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