kicking up sand

mirandatam  asked:

Hm... something about Rey and the ghost of Shmi Skywalker?

Rey is 273 days on Jakku when the woman with the dark eyes and the faint lines around her eyes bends down, and helps her wash the dust and debris from a hyperspace drive port. (Two and a half portions, never let it be said that Rey doesn’t know her worth.) “There,” the woman says, and when she smiles the lines around her eyes carve even deeper. When Rey drags the brush over the drive port, no sand kicks up. “Shiny and new. Go on, now—you can’t let him run out of portions.”

“’m Rey,” Rey says, breathless, clutching the port to her chest.

“Go!” the woman says, and Rey runs. She gets in line just in time to get the last three portions from Unkar. But when tries to find the woman after—

The sand is empty of sentients, and no one seems to know the human woman with dark hair, darker eyes, not even when Rey wanders among the camps and asks for her. Rey is only 273 days, and hungry, and so she eats there, squatted down in the sand outside someone’s tent—scarfing down half-mixed portions because she’s dizzy with starving, and she can’t wait. If the dark-haired woman wanted some, she should have been easier to find.

Rey sleeps that night full—or, at least, what she thinks is full—and dreams of a wattle-and-daub hut, and a woman with dark hair, dark eyes, laughing. The woman’s son sits with sun-bleached hair, his mouth is skewed as he works on a droid to help his mother with the customers that come. Rey helps too, and when he smiles at her, it feels like coming-home.

They are so happy, and Rey wakes crying, even though that is water she cannot afford to lose.


“No, not that one,” the woman says, and Rey drops the part like it burns her hand to touch. She whirls around, and there is the woman with the dark eyes, dark hair. She’s smiling, a little bemusedly, at Rey, at the specific part Rey was trying to extract from the mess of decay and rust.

“What’s wrong with it?” Rey demands. She is six hundred and seven days now, and she thought—

“Navigation systems are fiddly,” the woman says, stepping towards her, and then she is there, close enough for Rey to touch, to—“Biologic growth damages them first, interferes with the electro-magnetic signaling. This has—” she grunts, and the part comes away in her hand. “This has overgrown. It’s not worth installing again, it’ll just send the ship off-course trying to follow all those awful fractals.”

“What good does that do me?” Rey asks, thinking of all the portion she’s lost, if this stranger is right. She’d just wanted—

But the stranger smiles, and her eyes crinkle at the corners. “Come on,” she says, lowering herself to sit on the durasteel floor of the mighty star destroyer. “I’ll show you a trick my unscrupulous master showed me, on how to make it look as though tech has never been damaged.”

Rey spends the whole afternoon with her chin hooked over the woman’s soft shoulder, watching as she shows Rey how to reroute, undo, lay down new electric pathways. She smells like something sharp, the way Rey has always imagined ozone would smell if Rey had ever found the courage to leave the atmosphere. Her eyes are older than her face, that much Rey knows for sure.

“There you go,” the woman finally says, pressing the piece into Rey’s hand. “Good as new. Plutt won’t even be able to tell the difference, so you shouldn’t accept less than five and a quarter portions—”

“What about you?” Rey asks. The woman is warm, and alive, and human, and Rey finds herself hoping she’s her mother. Just to have something, someone. And especially her, with her crinkled eyes, the way she rests a hand against Rey’s cheek like—

“Oh, I’m fine,” the woman says, and Rey’s heart falters. “You will be full, on five and a quarter portions. That’s enough.”

Rey eats alone, eats until she is sick on constituted bread and meat, and she lies in her own bed biting down on her fist to keep herself from crying.


Sometimes, Rey looks out of the corner of her eye, and there she is, the woman with the dark hair and the dark eyes. “Hello, Mother,” Rey begins greeting her at some point, muttered in between breaths as she extracts another part, as she wakes from her midday nap in the shadowy berth of a star destroyer, as she forces herself to stay longer, work harder.

Sometimes, she hears someone murmur, hello, daughter, but she’s not sure. She’s not.


Poor affection-starved Rey, longing for a family, any family, even a ghost. Even the vague shape, even a shadow. Even the hint of a mother, whispering in her ear, droids have always been harbingers of good news, of better things ahead. Strangers may be angels. You are more. Run, go. I will follow you there.

Rey  isn’t sure, really, but in the barracks of D’Qar, Rey tosses and turns, until a cool hand comes to rest on her forehead, her neck. Shhh, a voice that is not quite the Force but might be something similar, whispers. It strokes its cool knuckles over the rabbit-pulse of her jugular. Shh, rest. You have a war to fight in the morning.




Luke has holos of his family—Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru Whitesun-Lars. But it’s the holo of their their step-mother, Shmi, that stops Rey in her tracks, stops her breathing at all. Anakin’s mother, Luke says, but Rey is holding onto he lightsaber too tightly to hear.

I know her, she says, and Luke goes still, blinks. 


She used to—sing me lullabies, Rey says, because that’s all she can remember just now, the dark-haired-dark-eyed woman—Shmi Skywalker, chosen to be Mother of the Living Force, blessed, holy—humming in Rey’s darkened AT-AT. Shmi singing in Huttese; warm and calloused hands, a rough voice singing of how much she loved, would protect—

Luke catches Rey before she hits her knees, gathers her up to his chest. Shh, Luke murmurs, stroking her hair as Rey sobs. Shhh, it’s all right. Everything will—it’ll turn out right. It’ll be—it’ll be right.

Rey feels a cool touch at her forehead (impossible, Luke’s hands are hot at her waist, and—) and she sobs again, feeling hollow, feeling like she’s come home, somehow, impossibly. It is a war, she shouldn’t feel….

Shh, Luke and his grandmother whisper together, cradling Rey against the bulwark of light they represent. Shh.

i want a scene where anakin’s kickin it at padme’s and he’s fiddling with some piece of machinery and padme’s having some girl talk with a fellow senator who’s complaining about how she’s been getting beard burn from her lover or whatever, and anakin, without looking up, just chimes in “have him trim it to medium length and use beard oil on it every night. works like a charm.” and the senator is like “oh. thank you. i’ll have him do that.” and padme just side-eyes the fuck out of anakin like “yes, thank you anakin. though since when have you, my clean-shaven friend, been an expert on beard care?” and anakin’s like “congrats i played myself”

Ragethirst Highlights - Dragon Inn/Dragons Gate Inn

I was drafted by Hal and Dream into writing the highlights for this stream, so I preface this by saying that I had to ask @paint-the-wall-with-bullets​ for the plot a fourth of the way through, upon which I connected the dots.

  • The ragethirst was visited today by a smol, who graced us with kpop for a short time
  • ling tried to make moves on everyone assembled, as per usual
  • donnie appeared for all of five minutes in the beginning of the movie to look very pretty and to torture an official to death to establish the plot
    • many disparaging comments were made about his makeup
      • which were equally balanced out by those who liked it
      • (personally I think it was a bit Much, but he did resemble a peacock dressed in gold filigree, so 50/50, could take or leave it)
      • outfit 1
    • donnie’s playing a eunuch, which lead to us trying to goad @evocating​ into writing Forbidden City fanfic starring ballsless sex, because the rest of us don’t have the research background for this brand of historical erotica
  • the official’s entire family was killed except for one boy and one girl
    • our heroine, played by Brigitte Lin, who I referred to for the rest of the movie as ‘the lady drunkard who crossdresses and fights well’ appears at this point with a band of renegade mercenaries to snatch the kids off
      • donnie watches all of this from the cliffs above from the middle of his entourage
      • no really
      • outfit 2
  • there’s a lot of fighting on horseback and by ‘fighting on horseback’ I mean people turning horses around in circles, yelling, and waving around prop swords while the wind kicks up sand everywhere
    • donnie gets to use the Force

  • our heroes, kids in tow, sojourn to this inn in the middle of the desert near a pass through the mountains they can use
    • as framing for said inn we’re treated to a scene of Maggie Cheung, playing the role of the cannibal (more on that later) innkeeper mistress seducing a man and then brutally murdering him via several throwing knives to the face
      • down the chute he goes
        • for those interested, he gets turned into meat buns (that was the later)
        • the butcher is very skilled at chopping (I swear to god this becomes salient even more later)
  • our innkeeper Immediately susses out that the crossdresser is crossdressing because she is not attracted to her womanly ways
    • I say this but the next scene after the obligatory This Meat Tastes Off, Don’t Eat It bit is something like twenty minutes of a fight between our crossdressing heroine and the innkeeper in the bath that consists of knives shredding cloth and stealing clothes off of each other
      • words were exchanged to the effect of ‘you have a very lovely body’ ‘as do you’
        • the innkeeper loses
        • she ends up topless
  • while vaulting onto the top of the inn(??), the innkeeper is interrupted in the middle of her bawdy(???), topless(??????) song by the arrival of a third party
    • Tony Ka Fai Leung plays a doctor romantically involved with our crossdressing heroine
      • he arrives on two camels. Take this as you will.
    • He Banters with the innkeeper, who promptly decides she wants to keep him
      • there was so much crosstalk about “the weather” and “candles”
  • alas, this perfect setup for poly is not used
  • at some point all the asians in chat completely derailed the conversation by expounding on all the different kinds of meat and how good they were
    • Bone Marrow. Bone marrow was elected universal king
    • Special mention goes to the consumption of insects. Excellent source of protein!
  • At some point during above conversation government officials acting at donnie’s behest arrive at the inn, where they’re all conveniently trapped by the desert weather (it wasn’t Entirely a metaphor)
    • two of the officials’ party get struck by lightning and dragged off to be turned into meat buns
      • maybe a goat too
      • a very fake roasted goat makes an appearance
        • the butcher gets to show off his skills via deboning the whole thing and turning the meat into deli slices (I swear this is also salient)
    • there’s a very tension-laden showdown wherein two tables are broken and the doctor and the main official end up having ‘a toast to nothing’
  • our party is still stuck because of the weather and the officials keeping an eye on them
    • the doctor does a reverse honeypot to seduce the innkeeper into letting their party use the secret tunnels out so they can transport the kids
      • the seduction involves a one night stand after getting married by the government official of said standoff before
        • the doctor also does some Investigation at some point and discovers the people-chute
        • also terrifies the butcher by turning out to be alive
    • somehow the honeymoon turns into a fight
    • which quickly turns into a full-out brawl between all parties in the inn
      • shoutout to the innkeeper who literally grinds up one of the officials’ men in the fight, fills a bucket with his blood, and then throws in the old man official’s face before stabbing him while screaming about making him eat his own blood
        • so much fake blood everywhere
    • donnie and the army he’s leading arrive in the middle of this
  • the inn gets stormed by said army
    • horses ride all over it
    • in the ruckus of the fight above, our crossdressing heroine (who is no longer crossdressing and is probably a bit drunk from drowning her sorrows over the honeymoon that doesn’t involve her), tries to get the kids out
      • she runs into said army and gets shot by an arrow and has to come back
  • the innkeeper, faced with her imminent bodily safety, gets everyone through the tunnels (everyone being the kids, the doctor, the butcher, the crossdressing heroine, herself, and a kitchen sink)
  • the tunnel pops out behind the front line, but one of the kids accidentally lets go of a red sash, which Happens to drift back to where donnie’s sitting
  • upon which he P R O M P T L Y   F L I E S onto a horse and starts chasing after them
    • outfit 3
    • his makeup has gotten Worse
  • donnie loses the horse to a stiff breeze and ends up chasing after the party on foot
    • the kids are sent ahead with the butcher while the rest stay to make a stand against donnie, who is naruto running across the dunes to them
  • A Fight Ensues
    • we can’t see shit because of the goddamn sand blowing everywhere
  • it’s mostly just dramatic swordplay at this point, but donnie loses his hairtie to a stray cut and also gets nicked in the face at some point??
    • ???
      • he’s really rocking the chirrut colors here
  • there is a pause to regroup
    • upon which there is a long pan
      • it’s from donnie’s chest down his skirts to his ankles
      • why? we’re not initially clear
  • Immediately after we realize the above fact, donnie changes his pose
    • he fucking. Landsharks through the sand
      • I honestly have no other words to describe it
        • he carves his own trench?? the sand flies up???
        • he fucking nyooms through the sand my guys
      • “MOVE I’M GAY” - donnie in this fight
    • we have been laughing ever since donnie lost his hairtie because his goddamn face when it happened was ATROCIOUS, I hope someone screencapped it for posterity
      • “MOOOOOOOOOO YAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!” - the doctor, dramatically, overwrought, as the crossdressing heroine is stabbed
    • attempts to drive off donnie are made. they’re not very successful.
      • Breakdancing fighting ensues
      • the innkeeper leaves mo yan in the sand to die as she tries to help with the fight
        • “MOOOOOOO YAAAAANNNNN!!!!” - the doctor, as he dives for mo yan, sinking into the sand, and misses her hand in time to pull her out
          • she deserved a better death, honestly
  • the fight is REALLY not going well. Donnie makes a move to charge at the remaining party
    • upon which
    • a fucking second landshark
    • pops out of the dune to engage him
    • until the butcher disengages and scuttles off to fucking. Bury himself back into the sand in true landshark style
  • donnie tries to move, halts, looks down
    • “MY LEG!!!!!!!” - donnie in this movie, discovering that he has an EXTREMELY BADLY DONE skeleton leg from the knee down replacing his left leg?!?!?!?
    • “MY HAND!!!!!” - donnie in this movie, discovering after falling over that he has an EXTREMELY BADLY DONE skeleton hand from the elbow down replacing his left arm?!?!?!?!?
  • Oh my god, he gets up Somehow because the landshark butcher is coming for the rest of him
    • they exchange some blows
    • donnie stabs him fucking just shy of the crotch THROUGH THE SAND
      • ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!
    • there’s a quick interlude for the doctor to Resolve Himself with the innkeeper THROUGH WHICH YOU CAN STILL HEAR DONNIE SCREAMING
  • the doctor and donnie have one last dramatic clash that involves FLYING ACROSS THE SAND
        • THIS MAN.
  • donnie has one last dramatic yell in him. we’re treated to a shot of his skeleton leg crumpling to bits under him. He finally falls over. he’s dead. The evil has been vanquished.

  • There is a dramatic pan on mo yan’s flute on the sand with music going in the background as the doctor looks appropriately anguished and the innkeeper appropriately jilted by death
  • said doctor takes the kids through the pass on the other camel
  • the innkeeper and the butcher go back to the inn and burn it down
    • ‘let us leave this evil place’ LADY, YOU WERE THE ONE TURNING DUDES INTO MEAT BUNS IN THE BASEMENT????

  • @xanderxcagex had a great joke about swordception [BWOOOOOM]
  • hal came back after having to take a break right as the movie finished

seriously, thank you so much for streaming for us @greymichaela​ and hosting our absolute madness. This was a ragethirst to remember, if nothing else for it being the strongest ending to a donnie movie I’ve caught thus far.

Kim, to Hal: you’re going to ask ‘What? Was that - ?” a lot in the last ten minutes, and the answer, every time, is going to be ‘Yes.’
Hal, Immediately: DID DONNIE JUST -
Everyone in the chat, through their laughter: YES

Rowaelin, Lifeguard AU

Part 2

Hey kids, here is a super quick au I’ve been thinking about recently…. let me know if you want to read more :)

The midday sun pulsed above Sculls Bay, creating an endless wave of heat that made the air almost suffocating. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen and the water glimmered with shades of blues and greens.

Rowan Whitehorn sat perched atop the lifeguard’s chair, eyes scanning the shore for any sort of danger. It wasn’t particularly crowded today, but it didn’t stop him from observing the area with extreme detail. Despite being on his break, Gavriel was down by the rock pools, showing some sea snails to a group of children. Toward the centre of the beach, Fenrys and Connal were both talking to a group of bikini-clad women, no doubt flirting their way into dates. Lorcan and Vaughn sat in the lifeguard tower behind him, watching the surrounding area.

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Heat Stroke (Kanej, Six of Crows)

Honestly, this is pure crack. It’s fluff with a tinge of angst because I can’t write anything but that, but also because Kaz is the most melodramatic and Extra person there is. Boy, could you just be easy for once? Based on this post that had me rolling. I’m a sucker for jealousy fics. Also, this is low-key one of my favorite tropes. This is my first Six of Crows fic. I don’t plan on writing many because I’ve got too much on my plate and I don’t know if I can get a handle on the characters. But I did have fun writing this. Kaz kind of reminds me of Roy in a strange way tbh.

The mere idea of going to the beach sent Kaz into a silent, near frothing rage. Who in their right mind would want to go to the beach? What was good about them anyways? There was too much sun, too much pointless salty water, and far too many people, most of whom were in an ungodly state of undress that made him want to pay them to cover up.

Sure, it would be easy pickings, considering that people left all their belongings just lying around in the sand on their blankets while they splashed about like ducklings in the ocean or snoozed in the sun, but that wasn’t even fun. What was picking money off of lazy tourists after breaking into an impregnable prison and destroying the lives of not one but two filthy, scheming bastards?

There was no way in hell that Kaz would step foot on those sandy shores. He’d hightail it back to Ketterdam and its slums before he did that.

Then, of course, he overheard Inej mentioning to Nina that she couldn’t wait to be on the beach again. The last time she had been on one, she had been stolen from her family. She was excited to make new memories, much happier ones, to replace the one that had been forced upon her. Would the sand feel the same beneath her toes – like quicksand? Would the ocean water lull her into a daze until she felt like she was drifting in the center of the universe? Would the sun warm her skin and bleed color into her again?

And that was how Kaz found himself standing on the edge of a beach, just inches away from the sand. Enough of it had been tramped onto the sidewalk, grainy underneath his shoes, and he scowled at the contact.

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Beach Jealousy- Alec Martinez

Originally posted by fallenforfleury

Ok I didn’t realize Alec Martinez was American… Look what happens when you learn about the Kings! Anyway! I hope you like this anon! Enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hey! I love your writing! Could you write something with alec martinez? Maybe him getting jealous and the reader reassuring him she loves him and then tons of fluff? Thanks!


              You were walking along the sand, Hank running ahead of you and sniffing around.

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anonymous asked:

Hi hun~ hope you're doing wonderful! So, I always wanted to know why Amy boom doesn't show her feelings to sonic, so I have this little head canon that there was a moment when she decided to stop following Sonic around and start acting more grown up, but, Sonic not necessarily likes the change. I would like to see you write something with that. sorry if is not clear enough :P but you can do whatever you want with it, I just want to read some Sonamy boom. You are an incredible writer <3

I have my own theories on that, where Amy figures Sonic’s ‘cool-guy attitude’ means he’s not interested, when he may actually just be doing his version of ‘flirting’.

But I like this idea and I’ll go with it ;) I think Modern Sonic would get a bit suspicious if Amy stopped being so ‘doting’ on him and wonder if he upset her. So this kind of ‘worry/concern’ or ‘did I do something wrong?’ (supposing he noticed, lol!) could transfer over in hilarious ways to Boom!Sonic. Since… he’s technically a ‘chibi’ version of Sonic, as in he emotes WAY MORE than Modern Sonic usually allows for his emotions to be expressed.

(x) this is so cute xD


Sonic was snoozing off in his hammock, not really stressing as it was a warm day and some light was hitting his body just right while the rest of his face was laid in shadow.

Jumping into his dreams, we find him having more of a ‘replayed memory’ type of dream, where Amy, looking very nerdy with glasses, was doting on Sonic as he posed and seemed to arrogantly be looking over his bandages.

“There gonna be the new sensation.” he turned his hand back and forth, admiring his fashion sense, before frowning to her as she fawned.

“You’re so cool, Mr. Sonic~” she lifted a leg up, blinking her big eyes as he looked away, looking less than interested.

“Right, well. Of course, I’m Sonic The Hedgehog!”

“Right! And I’m-”

He put a finger to her mouth.

“Not important. Look, you gotta go… what? Study something, right?”

“U-uh,… archaeology, Mr. Sonic.” She pushed her dorky glasses up.

“Heh, sounds neat. PFft. Anyway, catch ya later!”

She frowned as he raced off, before looking angry and taking her glasses off.

“I’ll show him! Hah!” she threw her glasses down and smashed them, storming off as Sonic passed Tails, also having braces and looking very dorkish.

“Wow! It’s Sonic!”

“Ugh, I’d rather be caught dead than have nerds as friends!” He rolled his eyes.

Sonic woke up, in a bit of a shock, before rubbing his eyes and looking down.

“Wow, I really was a jerk back then!” he moved his feet off the hammock, and let his hands and head hang down a moment. “…I really shot her down… didn’t I?” He scratched the back of his head.

Then an idea popped back into his head. “Hang on…” he tilted his head up, perking his ears slightly. “If she doted on me once…” he looked to the window, before darting over to a scrapbook and opening it up, “Good thing Amy randomly makes these things for us.” He looked at a page she organized and saw a picture of them younger, her having drooped eyes up at him while he made an epic pose and tried to be the center of the picture.

He tightened his mouth’s line, and then smirked, closing the book.

“You can never get over your first love…~” he turned to bounce his eyelids and then took off.

Sprucing himself up, he thought he looked pretty good, but Amy would just walk passed him, under the impression he was just being a little weirder today, and continued her chores and other such things.

He tried to first help her fetch water from a well, but while trying to impress her, fell in and had to have Sticks bark to Amy that he was stuck.

The next time he tried helping with groceries, but he had carried too many and the bags all broke, causing Knuckles to follow the trail of food and eat all that she had bought.

The last straw was when Amy was trying to sunbathe, and he was so bored just laying down that he tried to entertain her, but ended up kicking sand all over her. To make matters worst, he brought out a boombox and started dancing, trying to show off that way and get Amy to fawn on him again. But according to Sticks, Sonic’s ‘ancient rain dance’ had sparked the storm of a century, and the gang all huddled in Amy’s home, as Tails freaked out with thunder and would crawl deeper into the huddled bunch, shivering.

“This is all my fault.” Sonic looked away, admitting it for once.

“Sonic? Are you okay? For one, you don’t admit you’re mistakes THAT easily, and two, you’ve been trying to do nice things for me, which is CLEARLY against the natural order unless you’re naturally in trouble. So what gives? Why have you been tormenting me all day?!” Amy was on the other side of him, across from Knuckles, Tails’s twin tails since his head was pushed further into the couch, and Sticks.

“I.. I just missed the old days, alright?!”  he looked away, not wanting to have this conversation.

“Old days? What are you talking about?” Amy blinked in confusion, as Knuckles laughed.

“Old days? Haven’t we always been this age?”

One of Tails’s tails whacked him on the side of his face.

“Ouch! Hey..”

“I don’t understand.” Amy looked more concerned now.

Sonic sighed, growing frustrated under the blanket that they were all using to dry off and keep warm.

“You… you thought I was so cool back then! Everything I did had no flaw, no blemish… all of a sudden, all you ever do is point out my flaws, where I trip up at, where I don’t measure up to your ‘perfect’ image or whatever.” he looked away, rolling his eyes, shaking his head, before looking…. kinda hurt.

“I just wanted to be liked again.”

Everyone but Tails looked over at him, but Tails’s tails did turn as if heads, as all eyes looked perplexed by his confession.

“Oh, Sonic.” Amy smiled, bending her own eyelids back to show more fondness in them, a tender look of love. “We barely knew each other back then. There are way more things I like about you now!”

“There are?” he turned back, before getting freaked out by everyone staring at him.

“Oi! Get your own conversation!”

Everyone immediately turned to one tail of Tails’s, and started conversing and talking about odd and in things to them, as they also pretended to move around and speak as well.

Then thunder hit and Knuckles, Tails’s tails, and Sticks all ducked under the blanket, leaving Amy and Sonic having some privacy.

“Well, now that we’re alone.” Amy sarcastically stated, making a funny face. She giggled, “I don’t quite get what you’re saying, Sonic. I usually don’t. But You’re much more caring about your friends then you were before. You accept us the way we are, and you always do your best to keep us safe and happy.” she beamed, and Sonic felt pretty good about himself for a second, even closing his eyes to motion his head up, taking in the praise.

But then his eyes blinked and he looked away, “But you… um…” he shifted his eyes to her, and then back away.

Eyes peeked up from the blanket.


They ducked under.

“Sheesh.” Sonic shook his head, looking upset by their ‘rudeness’ before clearing his throat and gesturing to her, still being a bit shy.

“You don’t act like you used too… still.” he looked away, folding his arms and ducking his head, a bit insecure on asking why that was.

“…Oh, um.” Amy turned nervous, giggling slightly and twiddling her fingers. “W-well, I’ve grown up, Sonic… I… I may not always show it as much as I ‘regrettably’ used too but I… I still… well,-”

The team all peeked up again.


The gang ducked their heads as Knuckles’s fists came up and bonked Tails on the head from underneath the blanket.

“I told you that was less than 5!”

“Sticks bumped it and it was reset! I had to start it up again from my best estimate!”

The thunder strikes again.


Tails dug up cushions and hid under them as the two sighed beside him.

“Go on.” Sticks stated from under the blanket. “Our apologies.”

Amy and Sonic looked back up to each other, and then away as Sonic folded his arms, looking nervous as Amy played with one of her quills, stroking it down and sucking her lips in.

“…Alright, I kinda… I feel bad about how I treated you back then.”

“How you treated us all..” Tails muttered, as Sonic glared.



“Thank you.” he looked back to Amy, “But I honestly don’t want you acting any way, shape, or form out of who you naturally are! I’m sorry for making you feel you had to ‘grow up’ but I just want you to know that-”

Amy suddenly placed a hand on his mouth, smiling, “…Not important.” she winked, “Thank you, Sonic. But it wasn’t completely you that made me want to change. I grew up without you influencing it. Haha!” she laughed and then lowered her finger, pushing against his chest playfully.

“I wanted to change. And I’m glad I did.”

“..But..” Sonic pouted, looking away. “You don’t … react the same way around me as you used too.”

“Hehe, why? Want me to start cuddling up to you again?” Amy teased, moving closer and blinking her eyes a lot.

He scooted back, “N-not a chance!”

She laughed, leaning back. “Then I think I’ll stay just the way I am!”

He sighed, before giving in and nodding, scratching the back of his head. “But I think… I may want to change now… just a bit. You know,… for even more untapped levels of awesomeness to be expressed.” he chilled back, going back to his usual self as Amy wondered what that could mean.

Was he going to change for her?


The three all threw the blanket off, gasping for air.

“Oh boy.” Tails tapped out, leaning back with his stopwatch. “I didn’t know how long I could take the heat anymore.”

“Your tails are too hot!” Sticks kicked them away, growing as they flopped around before Tails withdrew them back around him.

“Eh-heh. Sorry.” he looked apologetic before the rain dissipated.

“Hey! It’s sunny again!”

The gang turned around, but as everyone looked outside, Sonic looked to Amy, who felt eyes on her and turned to look at him.

The two smiled.

Journey Across The World For You

Moana x Reader, minor OC

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1700

Warnings: None :) just a wholesome cute fic enjoy!

Request: @vivere-citta I would like to request a Moana x reader (I’m sorry, I’m obsessed with her) where the reader wishes to help her on her journey to find Maui and restore the heart, but Moana thinks it’s too dangerous. (You decide whether it’s romantic or platonic)

A/N: As always, so sorry this took so long. All the Newt ones you requested are on the way. We are really working on tackling requests and getting them out quickly. Enjoy!

His foot drew back. He measured and analyzed the field in only two moments. Kimo screamed when his foot flew forward, out from under him colliding with the coconut. You and the other kids weren’t sure whether it was an initial scream of dominance or anticipation of pain and regret.

Either way, your brother threw himself on his back and screamed. Monstrous tears pouring down his face. You ran to his side, the other kids clearing a path for you. Moana was right next to you.

“Kimo?” Moana called out. She reached out to your brother and took him in a warm embrace, until your mother came bounding over with a look of disapproval on her face.

“He deserved what he got.” you told your mother as she walked away. She only sneered then returned to comfort your brother and nurse the massive bruise that would be on his foot.

“We could’ve used a ball of tweed or something.” you said walking back to Moana.

She shook her head at you and laughs. “If you kick tweed it’s going to just fall apart. Plus, you dared him to kick it.”

“He didn’t have to say yes.” you laughed.

Moana crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head at you. She tried to force a look of disappointment on her face. You only laughed. She scrunched her nose, raised her eyebrows and bit her lip. She began to turn red. She let out a breath and a smile and laugh broke through.

“I hate you, (Y/N).” Moana tried to say with a straight face, but she only ended up laughing.

You threw your arm around her. “You know you love me.”

The two of you laughed and wandered off to sit on the beach, and let the waves tickle your fit in the sand.



“I’m so proud of you, Moana.” He embraced her and pulled her close. She wasn’t Daddy’s little girl anymore.

“Thanks, Dad.”  Moana said, with a smile. She pulled away from her father and walked towards you. There wasn’t a smile anymore.

She walked past you, the chief crown hanging in her fingers. She walked to the beach and stood on the shore, letting the waves wash over her feet.

You ran over to her. You put an arm around her. “Hey.” you said softly.

“Hey.” she replied, staring at her feet. She kicked up some sand. The crown fell beside it.

“What are you going to do?” you frowned.

The two of you sat down in the sand. “I don’t know.” she shrugged. “I don’t want to disappoint. But, staying here doesn’t feel right.” she pulled at the Heart of Tafiti. Moana glanced up at the tree. The leaves were blackening and it was only spreading. “Everyone is telling to stay and lead.”

“Not everyone.” you raised an eyebrow. “I’m with you, 100% no matter what you do. You know that. But, the real question is what do you want to do, Moana? Who is telling you what’s right? Them?” you pointed back towards the village. “Or you? Don’t forget about that voice inside of you, Moana.”


Your heads turned sharply. Moana’s parents were standing, tearfully.

“Gramma…” Moana said softly.


You stood outside the hut.

Inside, Moana clutched her dying Gramma Tala. You hadn’t gone in with her, because it was personal and she needed to do it on her own. You were just there to make sure it was alright after.

The moonlight sparkled on the water. The ocean was just behind the line of trees. There was a whole world beyond the island and Moana wanted to join it. You would follow her across the world, just to be with her.


You turned to see Moana. Her emotions shattered. You wrapped your arms around her and hugged her. She cried into your shoulder. You held her tightly. You didn’t want to see her get hurt. You didn’t want to never see her again. That seemed like a worthless life.



Moana pulled away. She looked out at the sea. “It’s calling me.”

You looked at her, her hair whipping in the wind. The moonlight cast across her face, making her tears shine. Without saying another word, she jumped off the hill and ran down towards the ocean. Her future.


Moana was ignoring you and everything else as she pulled the sails tight. “You can’t tell me not to go.” she finally said.

“I wasn’t ever going to say that, Moana.”

“Then why aren’t you saying goodbye?” she turned around.

“Because, I’m not letting you go-”

Moana started to shout. “You can’t be serious! You have always said you support me in everything I do. You’ve been telling me to follow my heart. So I am. I’m doing this with or without your support. I’m going to find Maui, show him I mean business and return the Heart and-”

“Alone!” you shouted. “I’m not letting you go alone.” your voice softened.

You stepped into the water beside Moana and stepped onto the sail boat.

“(Y/N), I…”

You shook your head. “Don’t say anything.” you reached your hand out to her. “Now are we coming or what?”

She smiled and grabbed your hand.

You stood beside her and took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”

She smiled at you then looked at the sail. She took a deep breath. “Yeah.” she sighed. “Let’s do this.” she grabbed a rope and pulled it back. “I don’t know how to sail, but we can do this. I’m going to go find Maui, tell him to put the Heart back, and everything will be saved. Yeah. I can do this.”

You smiled at her with no doubt in your mind.

Moana was going to save the world.


“Moana!” you cried.

Maui flung her from the ship into the sand. You ran and helped her up. He was getting away. “Thanks for the ship!” he laughed.

He pushed it into the water. You jumped and ran at him. You yanked the paddle out of hand. Swung your arm back, full force and let him have it with one swift whack of the paddle. “Hey!” He fell into the water. He resurfaced. Angry.

You grounded yourself. Moana now by your side. You held the paddle threateningly. “We can do this one of two ways. Moan and I leave you left for dead-”

“I can’t die. I’m a Demigod.” Maui laughed.

“You can suffer.” you said firmly. “Either come with us and restore the Heart, or stay here for eternity with only your massive ego to accompany to the end of time. But as the world dies, you will have to live with the fact that it is your fault. When you could’ve done something about it.”

You were fuming.

Maui was left speechless. Moana a little bit too.

Maui sighed. “Humans. So ungrateful. Get on the boat. We’re going to go save the world.”

Moana smiled at you. Your anger softened at her smile and you smiled back at her. The three of you jumped onto the boat. Off to restore the Heart of Tafiti.


You don’t know when you knew it. Maybe it was her laugh. Her smile. Her love and determination. Maybe it was just her. Before you set sail for Tafiti and all the adventures that would follow it. All the near death experiences.

Anytime you had doubts or fears, Moana was there. You were there for her too. There never was a moment that she was truly alone. You wouldn’t let her be.

You can’t put a finger on a point in time when you knew. Maybe it was that feeling that hit you when she laughed, when you knocked Maui out with a paddle. Or her standing courageously, in front of Tafiti, just a moment from death’s touch. As she restored the heart, you felt she had truly touched your heart too.

You are lost in the haze of applause and praise. The hugs that say I-thought-you-were-gone-forever. The way you hold her all the time. Because you’re so afraid that one day it might be true. You are limp when your family smothers you in hugs and kisses. Thinking of the day you met Moana and how she changed your life forever. Replaying your journey across the world you just returned from. From the beginning she was your everything, and you weren’t going to ever let go of that. You were nothing without Moana.

You tear apart from your family and tear through the crowd. You break free of the haze. Your only focus on one girl. Pushing past everyone. Ignoring everyone who was pulling you back. Finally breaking free of the hold of your thoughts. You had a little voice of your own. It was time you started listening to it.

“(Y/N)?” Moana says, as you push her father away from her.

You just grab her and kiss her. You wrap your arms around her, and hold her as she is your everything.

Moana pulls away. Out of breath. “(Y/N)…”

“No.” you say. “I have to say this.” you hold her hands. “Moana. I would sail every sea. I would journey across the world for you.” you laugh. “I just did. Because it isn’t any different. Moana, you are my world. I don’t know when I knew it. Maybe I’ve always known. I guess I just chose to listen to my own little voice for once. For the longest time, I listened to my doubts and fears. But today I’m listening to my heart. Do you know what it is saying?”

“What?” she laughs.

You move in closer. “It’s calling for you.”

Moana kisses you and takes you by surprise. Pulling away from just a moment. “Mine too.”

You kiss with everyone’s eyes on you. But you only have one focus. A girl who isn’t even seventeen. A girl who changed your world and opened your eyes to a whole new world. A girl who is your whole world.

Her name is Moana.


He’d been out here for so long that he had completely forgotten how long ago he had left. Hours? A day? The sweltering sun of the frontier beat down on him from on high, the dry desert air doing nothing to cool his body. He’d left everyone behind, sent out to get aid from the next settlement over. His village had been attacked by a raiding party out of nowhere. Being the only one with a means of transportation meant that it fell on him to escape and warn the other survivors in Refuge. The name held more meaning to him now than it ever had before.

The sounds of rushing air bled together with the roar of the hog beneath him as he twisted the handle, urging the bike’s throttle as far as dared. His muscles tensed across his lithe frame as he accelerated faster and faster down what now served as a road. He’d heard that it had once been a real road, long ago, complete with pavement and everything. Now, it was scarcely more than a path buried in slightly less sand than the surrounding desert. He sped onward, the bike kicking up more and more sand in his wake.

Sand flurried and whirled through his whole field of vision, bouncing off his road goggles harmlessly. As he rode up the face of a dune, a strong blast of wind sent sand blasting into his face. Each grain glinting in the ruthless sunlight caused his vision to blur, losing track of the road in front of him. He raised a hand, cupping it over the front of his goggles. The sandstorm subsided just in time for him to feel the impact of the bike’s front tire crashing into a makeshift roadblock in front of him.

The bike bucked forward, sending him flying into the air. As the sick feeling of falling washed over him, so did the dread realization that he wouldn’t be making it to Refuge, after all. He said a silent apology to everyone back home as he felt his body collide with the sandy ground, everything fading to black.

He was awake. At least, he thought he was. He was in a place where no light was, making it impossible to glean any information from his surroundings. He could hear the familiar howl of the desert wind as well as that of sand buffeting the side of his prison. His entire body ached from the no doubt countless bruises all over his skin. He could feel metal around his wrists and ankles, holding him in a standing position against the wall. He tried to shout out, but his voice came out muffled, as if by some sort of mask. His breathing was ragged, but sounded as if it was being drawn through a tube.

A door opened not too far off, or at least, that’s what it sounded like. He could hear footsteps approaching. He attempted to speak again, but could only manage a weak “Please…”

“Heh, that might be the last time you say that,” an unseen voice said, “this’ll open your eyes.”

He could feel something being attached to the mask on his head, as he did what little he could to struggle from his holding. As the door closed again, the world was illuminated. The room was deserted, but across from the wall holding his chains, he saw the remains of what once could have been a mirror. He could barely make out his form, still draped in the ragged desert gear. His riding goggles were pulled down over his eyes, but there was something else below them, attached to his face. A black mask extended from his googles down to his chin. In the middle of his face, where his nose would have been, the mask rounded outward into a flat circle with two ovular indentations on it. A small yellow canister was attached to the side of the mask.

Suddenly, the canister clicked into place, and a hissing noise filled the air. He could smell gas flowing into the mask covering his face. The smell nearly caused him retch as it forced his way into his lungs. He weakly thrashed at his restraints, desperate to remove the gas supply. As his lungs filled with the gas, he could feel his strength returning. His wounds were beginning to heal, bruises fading back to normal flesh. And then, after his strength had fully returned, he felt it begin to increase. He had never felt to full of energy before! The rags hanging against his body began to feel tighter and tighter as his arms began to swell with muscle. His legs, weak from so many years of living in the wastes, began to fill outward, becoming tree trunks of powerful sinews.

The gas was quickly beginning to smell less horrible to him, but he still struggled not to breath it in. The shards of the mirror showed a man more at home at a bodybuilding convention than as a scavenger in the wasteland. That too, would change, as more of the gas seeped into his body. It started as a warm feeling in his middle. The warmth soon came accompanied by a light pressure growing beneath his rejuvenated skin. With each breath, the pressure increased, gently pushing his belly outward. After a few more huffs, the dam seemed to burst and he watched as his midriff positively surged forward, forming a massive ball of fat hanging off his body, completely tearing the cloth away from his middle. The warmth then began to spread from his gargantuan torso around to his sides, down his legs, over his chest and through his arms. He watched with a perverted glee as his hulking mass became laden with more and more jiggling fat. His hard pecs became rounded man breasts, still covered by thin bits of the cloths he had worn. His butt nearly burst from the loose denim pants now hanging around his waist. He could feel his face changing, as it too, was growing to fit the mask covering it. His nose especially was filling in the odd shape of the mask.

The gas was seeping into his mind as well. He was actually enjoying the smell of the vapors and the changes that they had wrought on him. He was reveling in the hedonistic pleasure of the experience. His new growth was beginning to make the chains increasingly uncomfortable. Without much effort, he tore his right arm free from the wall. The shock sent waves throughout his obese body. All of the heft and motion just sent a deep feeling of pleasure alight within him. His other limbs soon followed, and it wasn’t long before he was free. He looked at himself in the mirror shards one last time as the empty canister clattered to the floor. He was easily 4 times the size that he was before the gas had changed him into what he was now. What was he now, he wondered as he punched a hole straight through the wall of the shack. There, right outside, in the scorching desert sun, sat his bike. His hog. And then it clicked as the letters on the back of the bike settled into his warped mind. “ROADHOG.”

He mounted the bike, his ass nearly too large now, and once again began heading toward Refuge, this time with a different plan in mind.


Title - “Don’t Think Twice It’s All Right”/A Waste (Jake X Female MC)
Request - None (just for fun)
Prompts - “Dont Think Twice it’s All Right” by Bob Dylan
Pairing - Jake X Female MC
Word Count - 1,330
Art By - Me! @choicesimaginesandmore

Trying something new with the song and art inserts but I hope you like them! Enjoy!

Wherever three “***” are used is an insert of a picture (in order) (I’m only on mobile sorry)❤️

~Well, it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe. Even you don’t know by now~

He was really leaving. The small moments you had shared, short but everlasting, lingered in your thoughts. You had convinced him to stay a day or two longer than he planned but he was leaving today and you couldn’t bare it…

~And, it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe. It’ll never do somehow~


You awoke to an otherwise empty bed and as your eyes adjusted to the new rays of sunshine pouring through your windows roughly, gripping the sheets near you for someone who wasn’t there. Your eyes met a small note card sitting by the lamp on your bedside table *** and, though it adjusted slowly, you read out loud, “When you read this I’ll probably be gone. I hope you understand..”


~When your rooster crows at the break of dawn, Look out your window, and I’ll be gone~

You leapt to your feet and bolted to your balcony, searching for him. Your eyes met his plane and you knew your time was limited. Nonetheless you had to try.

~You’re the reason I’m a-traveling on
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.~

He knew on the surface that it was a fear of commitment. How he could, when faced with what he could only describe as a soulmate or the love of his life, his instinct, the uncontrollable urge inside him, told him to leave. To never look back. Maybe it wasn’t commitment. Maybe deep down his brain warned him of all the unavoidable potential to be hurt that his heart could handle being broken again, and you can’t be heartbroken if you never get attached.

~And it ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe. The light I never knowed~

He had only allowed himself to love a few select times and people and when those left him broken he vowed to himself and all who could hear that he would never let himself be so vulnerable again.

~And it ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe. I’m on the dark side of the road~

You knew vulnerability and commitment scared him but you thought you could change him, help him. It gave your limbs strength, racing down the curve so quickly your legs burned, your feet bare, skipping the time it would take to pull them on. He was worth all the pain in the world and you couldn’t admit to yourself that he didn’t truly feel the same way about you.


~But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say, To try and make me change my mind and stay~

He secretly wished you could convince him to stay, but his life of lonesome days on a beach, beer in hand, waves crashing against the shore, beckoned him and he couldn’t push it back any longer.

~But we never did too much talking anyway, But don’t think twice, it’s all right.~

You reached the hangar to see it empty and saw his plane moving forward slowly, and taking no hesitation in your actions, you bolted off after it, your toes digging into the sand in the strip, kicking sand up after them, you could feel the momentum under you pushing yourself forward, gaining speed to his plane quickly.

~So it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal, Like you never done before~

His eyes were set in front of him, his headset on and flipping the blood orange flip to his right under the yoke, shaking his head slightly as if to shake you from his mind and in doing so he caught a glimpse of an arm flailing to his right, as your body emerged in his window view. He did a double take and then froze, eyes wide and forward, debating his next movement.

~And it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal, I can’t hear you any more~

After thinking over his previous decision he turned again, knowing fully well he shouldn’t have looked at you again, seeing your desperate attempts to get him to stay tugging at his heart strings and his fingers gripped the yoke, debating whether or not he should stop, leaning towards going back and jumping into your arms but he couldn’t bare to confront you now. His fingers gripping tightly around the yoke, he sighed and pushed to take off instead.


~I’m a-thinking and a-wonderin’ walking down the road, I once loved a woman, a child I am told~

Before you could react he went into a deep flashback to the last time he loved anyone and guilt consumed him. It had been a long time since he had really felt either of those two things. He was doing to you what broke his heart when done to him to begin with. He then shook the thought, reminding himself that you’d be better off without him.

~I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul, But don’t think twice, it’s all right.~

He had made up his mind. He had to leave. To save you is what he told himself but in reality he was leaving to save himself. To save himself from having to be vulnerable. To save himself from commitment. To save himself from… Love.

~So long honey, baby, Where I’m bound, I can’t tell~

He didn’t know where he was heading. After staying the few extra days with you he surely couldn’t face his boss yet. He couldn’t afford to slum it back to a run down Costa Rican hotel. He certainly couldn’t set foot in the United States. He was just… Flying. A freeing act he’d come to regret.

You however were reaching other issues of not knowing where you were going. He was the one and you’d never meet anyone like him again. You were helpless. Hopeless. Your heart shattered as your knees hit the ground and his plane took off.


~Goodbye’s too good a word, babe, So I’ll just say fare thee well~

He never even said goodbye. You couldnt believe that he’d do that, to not have the nerve to say something. To tell you to your face but to leave a note and not let you speak.

He knew you were probably thinking that, not knowing his reasons. He wished he could explain but it was far too late. If he would’ve spoken to you he wouldn’t be on this plane and he knew that if he wasn’t it would only hurt you. Nothing could truly convince him otherwise.

As much as you’d like to try.

~I ain’t a-saying you treated me unkind, You could have done better but I don’t mind~

As his plane disappeared into the sky your sadness formed into frustration and anger consumed you though with what you were mad at particularly you could no longer tell.

~You just kinda wasted my precious time,
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.~

As the years passed you came to terms with it. Forgave but never forgot.


The more you thought on it you realized that if given the opportunity to redo it and you knew you couldn’t get the chance to convince him to stay the whole time youd still have him stay the extra few days. You didn’t regret those short extra moments at all.

Maybe you’d see him again some day.

Maybe it wasn’t all a waste.


Request: Family day at the beach with Shawn and your child and him commenting on how hot you look : )

 a/n: im so sorry it took me a little while to write this!! But here ya go ! I hope you enjoy : )

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Visiting your family in southern California was always a blast.  Since marrying Shawn, you moved up to Canada with him, so you didn’t get to visit home as often as you wished you could.  But you loved Toronto, and you loved Shawn, so moving away from your childhood area wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be.

           You still weren’t used to the winters up north though. Even when the temperatures dropped below 60 degrees Fahrenheit, you were bundled up in a sweater and a jacket, while Shawn and your son would be out in short sleeves complementing the nice weather.

            So visiting home was always nice because you were used to the weather.  The weather was always nice there in the summer, so it was perfect that you went to visit your parents Fourth of July weekend.  Every year your neighborhood held a beach party that lasted all day and night. It was something you looked forward to every year when you were a kid.  And since moving up to Canada, you always tried to schedule your visits around that time.  Most of the times it worked, but you weren’t able to make it the last two years.

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Winning-Jake Black

If you’re accepting oneshots, can i have one where jake imprinted on you and does everything he can to win you over (bonus cookie if you add just a tiny bit of jealous bella) -Anon

Word count: 1120

*Requests are open*

I sighed as I walked towards the bonfire with Leah. I didn’t particularly want to go, but she had begged me so she didn’t have to go alone. It was understandable, I wouldn’t have wanted to go alone either if I were her.

Usually, I wouldn’t have minded going. This time, obviously, was different. For starters, Jacob would be there. He was always at them, of course, but I’d been avoiding him. He had, from what everyone else was saying, imprinted… On me.

I wasn’t so opposed to the imprinting as I was to the conditions of it. As I told him, I refused to be with someone who was obsessed with someone else. In this case, that was Bella Swan.

She was the next difference in this particular bonfire. She would be there this time, with Jake. I had never liked Bella. In fact, I had very openly hated her from the start. She was whiny and couldn’t take “no” for an answer, especially when it came to Jake. The idea of being stuck at a council meeting, where I would have to be civil, with the guy I was avoiding and the girl who I hated, was not appealing.

But I did it for Leah.

“Just ignore them, it’s not like you haven’t been doing that anyways for the last few weeks. He never stops talking about you, it’s so annoying.” Leah said, kicking up sand as she walked.

“If you’re trying to make me feel bad for you, it isn’t going to work. You would do the same thing if you were in my position and you know it. If he can’t say no to Bella, then I can’t say yes to him. Besides, I hardly even know him. He’s just going to have to get over it.” I said, shaking my head at her. She shrugged and stopped talking as we approached the group.

Mostly everyone was there already, with the exception of Jared and Kim. I sat between Leah and Seth, because it was the most sensible (and farthest from Jake and Bella). He stared at me, which didn’t seem to please Bella too much. I didn’t mind him staring, simply because it irritated Bella, and I was most okay with anything she didn’t like.

“Hey, Y/N! Good to see you, didn’t think you’d be joining us.” Sam said from across the circle. I smiled and nodded at him.

“Leah asked, so I said I would.”Is all I said in reply. He nodded and went back to his conversation with Emily.

“Hey, did you ever get that paper for third period finished?” Jacob asked me. I almost laughed at his crappy attempt of conversation.

“Yeah.” was all I said. Bella clung to his arm, resting her head on his shoulder as she glared at me. I didn’t see why she couldn’t just be satisfied with Edward.

“Maybe you could help me, then? I’ve been having some trouble with it.”


And so, the night went on. Jake continued in his attempts to get my attention, most of them only working a little bit. Leah found it hilarious, but was very confused about how easily I shut him down. She had no idea how I could just not even care that he was there.

“Doesn’t that really go against the laws of imprinting? Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” She asked as everyone got up to get food and soda.

“How should I know, Leah? All I know is that I’m not into the love triangle stuff, and that’s the end of it.” I whispered back. I knew that she was irritated because if I could shut it off so easily, Sam and Emily should have been able to do the same.

“Hey, Y/N. You want anything?” Jake asked. He stood above us, and it didn’t help that I was already short and sitting down. He was like a skyscraper.

“No thanks.”

“You know, the least you could do is actually talk to me. You’ve been the only thing on my mind for weeks, it’s driving me crazy.”

“Not crazy enough to end whatever it is that’s going on with you and Bella. i’ve already told you once, and I won’t have a different answer. I refuse to be wrapped up in whatever is happening with you and her and that Edward guy. If you decide to stop dealing with her and everything, then I would be totally up for helping you with your paper, or anything else.”

“Okay. Well, do you think that this is something that we can talk about a bit more privately? Like, would you just humor me and take a small walk with me for a minute?”

I looked to Leah. I realize now that it was probably a bit of a bad move. But she was my best friend and that was that.

Leah just nodded. So, I stood up and followed Jake.

“I get what you’re saying, and it isn’t fair to you. I don’t love Bella the way that she really wants me to, or the way that you think I do. She is my best friend, and if you’re not giving me the time of day, then I have no reason to stop talking to her.”

“The way it seems, though, is way different than what you’re saying. Do you not realize that it’s killing me too? I don’t want to ignore you or pretend like you don’t exist, but I have morals and I’m going to stick to them. Those morals don’t include dating a guy who is in love with a girl who is in love with another guy. This is like “ Midsummer Night’s Dream” stuff, and I’m not going to be a part of it.”

“Fine, you don’t have to be.” He walked away quickly, leaving me very confused. Out of such confusion, I ran after him.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna take Bella home and then I’ll be back. Bell, don’t be too pissed if I don’t call you, I’ve got other priorities.” Jake pulled Bella away and I just stood there, kind of shocked.

“Well, that’s not going to go over well.” Paul laughed.

I don’t know how I did it. I have no clue what exactly made it happen. But I just got Jacob Black to push Bella out of his life totally, just so that way he could be with me, his imprint. If this was life, I was winning.

Oceans Apart

Originally posted by bursting-rainbows

He spent last summer kicking up sand with his toes, drinking beers, tossing a football around with his buddies, when he literally stumbled onto her suntanned and sunblock slicked lap.

Bonfires on the beach led to trysts on the dunes, to overnights at her summer shateau.

She was secretive, he was curious, it often ended in tickle fights, then passionate making of love.

Then one night at the bonfire, her nose began to bleed, hands trembling at the sight, he rushed her to the hospital.

That’s when she confessed she had terminal leukemia, rare for her age, just as deadly. She was at the beach to live out the last of her days. He was angry, he was deceived, damn was he ever in love.

She was an orphan and she listed him as the next of kin. He spread her ashes into the ocean, across from the bonfires they laughed in front of, where they first met.

Oceans will now keep them apart, but in his heart, she’ll always be alive and childlike.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

anonymous asked:

In the Little Bird 'verse, I can't help but think of Tsuna sunning himself, wings spread on the ground to catch as much sun as possible, like a fluffy puddle. Or dust/sand baths, where Tsuna wears swimming goggles to protect his eyes because his huge wings kick up so much dust/sand. Tsuna and Reborn preening each other. People wearing smaller feathers from other people important to them, in their hair or as a pin or something.

I did briefly consider the whole dust/sand bathing aspect myself, and I think in the LB verse, something like that would be preferred in arid climates, but it would still be available to people in the cities and such, just offered as a kind of “exotic treatment” option. Or kind of like what spas offer - a high-quality service for a high price, but you can be guaranteed that it’ll make your feathers shinier, sleeker and keep those nasty bugs out of your way for quite a while.

Congrats Xanxus, you’re no longer special! But seriously, I’m all for jewelry made of feathers of someone important to the person, or as a memento. Although that kind of brings of the question of where Xanxus got his feathers from? It wasn’t from the mother, and the rumors say the father was a random john that happened to throw the right amount of money at her for a night. It’s certainly not Nono’s, and nobody dares to ask Xanxus because they’re not suicidal. 

I’ll Be There - Part 3

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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2733

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: Just incase you guys haven’t already figured out, any text that’s in italics are a flashback or thoughts by the OC. I have a feeling that this series might get quite long as well. Maybe somewhere around 10 parts? We’ll see how everything plays out 😈 For now, enjoy! Xx 

Originally posted by hohbi

“Hobi-ah! Don’t step on my dress!” You give Hoseok an annoyed nudge to get his foot of the dress that your mother got you.

“Sorry Y/N! Ugh this suit is uncomfortable. I wish I could wear a dress like you! It’s not fair.” Hoseok squirms around in his suit. This was the first time you’ve seen Hoseok all nice and dressed up. In your 6 year-old mind, you thought he looked very handsome.

“You can’t wear a dress Hobi.” You tell him, concern filling your voice.

“Why not? It looks very comfortable.”

“It is, but what if your dress is prettier than mine? That can’t happen.” You cross your arms and Hoseok laughs at you.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll just wear a tablecloth. That would be more comfortable than this.” He motions towards his body.

“Kids! Time to get in the car or else we’ll be late for the wedding!” You mother calls from the front  door and the two of your rush to put your shoes on.

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The Sun Will Set || Part 5 || BTS Gang AU ||

Originally posted by toniattihesselschward

A/N: PART 5 IS FINALLY HERE!!! *celebrates and sobs at the same time because this chapter seriously destroyed my soul to write* I’m finally posting it as a BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY BEST FRIEND SHOUTOUT TO YOU BOO. I hope you all like it, I look forward to hearing from you regarding what happened to Jungkook and what you thought of this chapter. I’m so grateful for all the support and love this series has received so far. <3 Also, sorry for any errors regarding spelling and stuff, I haven’t edited it yet.


Summary: After a series of unfortunate events, you’ve found yourself under the care and protection of your city’s most notorious gang: BTS.

Word Count: 4020

Genre: Angst, Drama, and some Fluff (but mostly Angst)

Warnings: Violence, Detailed Depictions of Death/Tragedy

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A show off post with Sportacus.

I’m so in love with this horse that it’s almost painful; he makes me smile every time I ride him and his boundless energy is infectious when he’s racing along the track or kicking up sand along the beach. His willingness to dive headfirst into anything is refreshing although a little frustrating when trying to get him to calm down enough for dressage or a gentle hack.

I Will Become What I Deserve

The making of Petunia Dursley, née Evans 

Words: 2348

You know that Lily pities you. That your father worries about you and your mother wishes Vernon was someone else, but you don’t care.

This is your happiness and nobody else’s.

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It’s the kind of day that’s built for nostalgia. You don’t know that yet, of course, because you’re eight and you don’t even know what the word nostalgia means.

Part of you can feel it anyway.

Lily races you down to the sea and wins, but that’s okay; you’re too busy cackling with laughter and kicking up sand to care. You deliver a handful of the gritty, wet stuff right into her face and she gives a delighted scream and pushes you down into the sea. In reality, there have been hundreds upon hundreds of moments of laughter shared between Lily and you, nestled comfortably between the fights and temper tantrums, but one day, looking back, it’ll seem as though they can all be pinpointed to this exact day. Eventually, you’ll forget about how you got into a fight on the way back to the car because she made you drop your ice-cream, and you’ll forget how the day was slightly too cool for sea swimming, how your skin felt sore and chapped for days. You’ll just remember the pale sunlight and the sound of laughter ringing like bells, and it’ll make you sadder than the memory of any fight the two of you ever had.

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